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3rd Bonus Chapter
For: h4n_jii

⇒ MW Art Gallery
8:30pm

Life was going great, for the most part. He could accomplish the goals leading to his career path, and grow and bloom and fit within the pot of even his most childish dreams. His roots could be watered with the long-lasting truth of him and Minho being together, for so long, so solid.

But Jisung always missed him. Yes, things had been flowing properly at the dance studio that he shared, for the time being with two other partners, but it still stood as a disadvantage, the inevitability of a long-distance relationship.

Because the both of them deemed it unwise to simply abandon the path of their careers to be together every day and every night, struggling to concur the world by each's side. So Jisung and Minho were always grateful for moments like this night, where one could be in the company of the other, complimenting their talent, warming each other's hearts.

Jisung's eyes gleamed as he looked up at the largest painting that Minho had produced in his life thus far, remembering all of those late nights where they would face time, just for the company. Jisung would be working on some unique choreography, whilst his lover remained so ardently focussed on that exact piece.

Minho had come so far, over the past two years. And standing there, glancing at his awed Jisung every once in a while, he smiled, high on the struggle to water down his excitement for the good news that he planned on sharing later: he'd be relocating, to where Jisung lived. Found a newer, richer art gallery there, in an area that'd brew more opportunities for him to establish his own.

"I can imagine how excited he'll be," Felix chuckled, rubbing Minho's clothed arm and squeezing it, friendly. They'd grown closer, over time. Worked together a few times and truly bonded over their common talent. Felix was grinning, looking at Jisung too, but couldn't help an obvious blush from heating his cheeks at the sight of someone special making their way toward him.

Seungmin, dressed attractively in a slack suit to impress all eyes at the art exhibition. And he smiled shyly at Felix as he drew closer, hands in the pockets of his mirky-green trousers, the hem of his blazer hung over his hands.

But Jisung didn't see him; didn't see Seungmin. So Felix's hand gripping, firmly, his dear Minho's arm, and Felix's blush as they stood side by side, stimulated a flight of assumptions in Jisung's mind. So he huffed, pouting, his emotions of joy from before now swamped with jealousy.

But Jisung wasn't one to speak up; didn't fancy the potential of unnecessary scenes in public. So he only frowned, looking away from Minho, too soon. Too soon to see Felix's person of interest walk up and kiss him on the lips and steal him away from the same Minho that Jisung was already judging.

So he jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, startled, and forced a smile when the pair of moist, soft, sweet-smelling lips that he knew all too well, met his cheek from behind. Jisung was reluctant to turn and look Minho in the eyes but, he had to. He couldn't give in to the craving for confrontation just yet.

"Baby," Minho hummed, turning Jisung by his shoulders to better meet his lips, eyes closed for the kiss. "Ready to get out of here? We could get your favorite on the way home?"

"No thanks... but yeah... let's go," Jisung barely hummed, still robed in a thickening layer of jealousy beneath his silky dress shirt and trousers and shoes and light jewelry. "We have been here for a while, haven't we?"

Minho arched a brow, confused at the tone he could make out behind Jisung's voice. But he brushed it off, because perhaps his partner was just tired. Yes, that had to be it. They'd been in that gallery since late afternoon, enjoying dyed sunsets on oiled canvases, and the air conditioner as a parody of the evening's breeze.

But Minho grew more concerned, on the ride home. His bubbly, talkative, overly excited, whenever they had the chance to meet and be together like this, Jisung, was troublingly quiet. He kept his head pressed against the window of the passenger's seat, apathetic, almost. Lost in some thought that Minho was curious to help him shuffle through.

"Are you okay, Sungie?" Minho asked quietly, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers when they approached a red light, cheeks puffed out, "You've been quiet since we left... something on your mind?"

"Mh-mh," Jisung shrugged, still not looking at Minho, bridled by the allusions of what could be, knowing damn well none of it was. Sighing, he tucked some hair behind his ear, a dusty blonde mullet, still avoiding looking at Minho. "I'm alright."

"Hannie," Minho persisted, setting one hand down from the wheel to Jisung's thigh, squeezing it, a mild implication of what he desired when they'd arrive home. Minho smirked when Han's eyes fell onto the hand in question, but frowned when his lover lifted the palm off of his lap, lips thinned into a line; a forced, bothersome smile. "Ji, what's wrong, really? Did I do something wrong?"

"I just," Jisung breathed in, unsettled by the tension that he created, guilty from Minho's worry. At last, he looked sideways at his lover, whose eyes were on the road, side profile pointing out the worry in his flaring nostrils, and frowned lips. Jisung pouted as he went on, "You'd never cheat on me, right, Min?"

"What?" Minho scoffed, glancing at Jisung, and then the road, and then Jisung again. "I'd never do something like that, Jisung. Where- where is this coming from? All of a sudden?" He pulled into the parking lot of his complex, unbuckling his seatbelt before granting Jisung the undivided attention of his eyes.

"I- I saw you talking with Felix... I didn't know you two were so close," Jisung mumbled, slumped back in his seat and fiddling with his fingers; nails cut down to the flesh. "So... I dunno," he shrugged, embarrassed, "I just got a little jealous, I guess."

Minho smiled. A big smile. A knowing, accomplished smile. Then he breathed in, rolling his shoulders proudly, blushing, too. "I've never seen you get jealous before," he teased Jisung, chuckling when a light smack met his arm. "You know I've only got heart eyes for you, Ji."

"Mhm..."

"Hannie, look at me," Minho held Jisung's chin, drawing him closer and closer to connect their lips, closing his eyes with the kiss whilst simultaneously undoing Jisung's seatbelt. "I love you," he reassured, pulling away for mere seconds before kissing his lips again, smiling. "Felix is just a friend, I promise. And he has a boyfriend too, you know. You don't need to worry, love."

"I know," Jisung huffed, looking out through the windshield at the orange-painted concrete, at some parts, and parked cars that shined in impatience to be flexed by their owners in the morning. "It's... stupid. I'm sorry."

"It's not stupid. Nothing you say or think is stupid, Ji... most of the time," they laughed lightly, stepping out from the Toyota so that Minho could lock. And they entwined their hands whilst heading toward the elevator, up to the third floor. "I think it's kinda sexy..."

"You're just saying that," Jisung scoffed and rolled his eyes, scratching at his clothed thigh anxiously, with his empty hand. Because since when did Minho get so bold? Yes, they'd done it a few times, and experimented with dirty talk that was always somehow diluted with dozens of soft compliments whilst they worshiped each other's body, but tonight?

Minho's perfume alone weakened Jisung's knees, the cherry on top of his leather jacket paired with the most fitting white shirt underneath. Jisung was convinced that Minho had pondered and carefully selected that outfit just to get to him, now that he thought about it. And Minho's faded-mint hair, above black eyebrows.

It could not have gotten better than that.

He gulped, hands sweating, throat dry. "Don't- don't say things like that- so suddenly." He shivered when Minho's nose tickled the top of his ear, followed by a light and wet nibble to the earlobe; Minho's breath hot, intimidating. "M-Min..."

"What?" Minho chuckled throatily, taking Jisung's hand up to his lips for a long kiss at the back of his palm, high on this surge of confidence, and determined to take advantage of every minute it lasted, before he'd fall back into his self-established shell.

This night had to be different: Minho had to make love to Jisung, not just touch him. Not just compliment him and thrust in and out with his head buried into the younger's neck, hiding his sounds, no. He needed to feel it all, tonight. Needed to tend to the insatiable craving for his lover, and reassure, with every touch and stroke and whimper that he was Jisung's, and Jisung was Minho's, and that was how it always would be.

So when Jisung's back arched like a bridge making way for the monitored passage of a vessel, Minho snaked his hands underneath ever so smoothly, re-exploring the dips and curves molding his behind, kissing Jisung's bared stomach, appreciating the thinness of his waist underneath the other palm.

"I'm only yours," Minho worded delicately, naked, body tangled with Jisung's underneath the warm comforter on their shared bed, copyrighting Jisung's body with kisses and nips and hickeys, their cocks rubbing, breaths fanning, hearts racing.

Sliding his fingers out of Jisung after moments of gentle ins and outs, Minho lined himself with the twitching hole and smiled fondly, down at his lover. He kissed Jisung's forehead as he slid himself in, slowly, basking in the sight of Jisung's scrunched nose, closed eyes, and furrowed brows.

His milky skin was stained by the signature of Minho's mouth all over, by that time. Sweat pooled, shallow, at the dip of his collarbones, and he whined, feeling full. Jisung gripped Minho's biceps ever so securely, fluttering his eyes open, slowly, teary.

Jisung was like a prized piece of art, to Minho. Irreplaceable like the Mona Lisa. Priceless, like the Guernica. His own 3D model to paint and carve and fold and love. Minho groaned at the mere thought, the mere fantasy, setting a rhythm for the movement of his hips.

The slapping of their skin echoed off of the bedroom walls, a calm breeze shimmying past the open blinds, pricking goosebumps above their pulsing skin. Minho's mouth open, inhales and exhales heavy with too little spaced in between. Jisung's eyes shut tight with both hands covering his face, bashful, too innocent for his position.

Jisung's legs widened instinctively, pushing backward and upward until finding rest on Minho's shoulders. The lewd songs being written by their throats grew in volume and explicitness, and Minho stole Jisung's hands from his face to pin them above his head, connecting their lips, snapping his hips.

"You're all I need, Sungie, all I need," Minho choked out, dick stuttering inside of his lover, chest heaving, His pace quickened as he panted, keeping Jisung's hands in place, swallowing his moans and feeding his own groans as their tongues danced a sloppy salsa, their noses brushed together, their teeth clashing.

A guttural cry shook Minho's body as he came, at last. His eyes rolled back, knees trembled, hips shook as he filled Jisung, whose own release stained their stomachs. And then he smiled, big, breathing tiredly, sat up on his thighs with either of his partner's legs hung over his shoulder, looking down at Jisung.

"How was that for proof that I'm yours forever and always?" He chuckled, cheeks raised pompously, hair messy, but not as frizzed and shocked as Jisung's. He leaned down to kiss Jisung again, cautiously pulling out of him, whimpering at the friction.

"Amazing," Jisung grinned with his flushed, round cheeks, arms wrapping around Minho's neck to pull him down and connect their lips once more. "I love you, Min. Very very very much."

"I love you more, Hannie... And you know what?"

"What?"

"We're gonna be living together soon... to have more moments like this, and better..."

"What?" Jisung sat up quickly, covering his lower half with the blanket, heartbeats sped up, not from Minho's classic charm, that time. "What do you- do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Minho took one of Jisung's hands, kissing the back, "I'm relocating, finally. So we can be together more... after so long. We won't have to long distance anymore?"

"Minho, are you pranking me?" Jisung gulped, eyes big, "Or something? Are you- are you being serious?"

"Yes, babe... Surprise?" Minho chuckled, "Aren't you excited? I'm nervous... working in the new environment and all, but I'm going to be with you, so I know I'll be fine."

"I'm overjoyed, Min. I'm- I don't even know what to say." Jisung teared up, wiping his eyes before kissing Minho again, one peck after another, either smiling into the contact.

Either content, at ease. Things could not have possibly gotten better; not when they had each other, and would, once again, be with each other, physically. Frequently.

Live together.

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Minho proposed to Jisung about six months after moving so that they could live together. Jisung was able to own his very own dance studio sometime later, while Minho worked on promoting his art gallery over the years.

They later adopted three cats as a compromise for the baby that Minho kept begging for, until finally, Jisung caught his share of baby fever, and they adopted a two-year-old boy :}