The next morning Jisung was the first to wake up, but he didn't leave the bed. Instead, he stared at the other in silence, a strong feeling of peace filled him watching that boy. Minho had his long eyelashes caressing his cheekbones, that perfect nose in the center of his face gave him such an elegant look, and those lips... Han felt his stomach contract at the memory of the kiss they shared the night before.

He looked away quickly, feeling himself flushing, but he soon looked back at that mouth. He moved closer to Minho's face and ran his index over the boy's upper lip. It was so bulging, so soft. 

Jisung seemed to be mesmerized as he gently ran his fingertip over those perfect lips, that he didn't realize Minho had opened his eyes.

«Do you like my lips?» he asked, his voice hoarse.

Han blushed and retreated like a frightened puppy, hiding behind his own knees.

Minho chuckled, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards his chest. He wrapped him by his waist and with the free hand he cupped Han's cute face.

«Can I kiss you?» he murmured, now a few millimeters from the younger's lips.

Jisung felt his heart stop, but nodded. The night before he had been the one to kiss him, this time he wanted to be kissed.

Minho approached gently and rubbed their lips together, almost tickling them. Then he passed the tip of his tongue over the dark-haired's upper lip. Jisung let out a moan.

«I love your taste» Minho murmured, and then placed his lips on his.

Han melted completely, abandoning himself to him and giving him free access. He trusted Minho deeply.

The dancer began to gently explore Han's mouth. Rather than trying to possess it, he was seducing it. He was cuddling it, respectfully but sensually. 

How could he be so perfect? ​​How could Minho make him feel shivers of pleasure and think of dirty things, yet being so sweet and respectful?

This is how love is supposed to be, we know, but for Han it was the first time. Not even Haneul had been able to make him feel so many beautiful things.

He felt his eyes fill with tears, because all the emotions a simple kiss was giving him, and he had the confirmation that he was the right one.

Minho was really the right one for him.

«Hey...» Minho had pulled away gently, feeling Han's tears on his skin, «Why are you crying, baby?»

Han didn't hide, instead he met the other's eyes, letting Minho get lost in the stars in his. They had reappeared, they were there again. As Minho had imagined for months, behind that empty and tired look, there was a whole galaxy.

The older blushed under that gaze, he couldn't help it. Han had fallen into his arms and was looking at him, his cheeks streaked with tears. Minho ran his thumb over his cheekbone to dry one and Han took that hand gently, to get his attention. 

Minho met that powerful gaze again and held his breath, «Baby?» he asked again, not having received a response and not understanding what was happening in that cute head.

«I love you»

Han had spoken in a soft but firm tone, leaving no room for doubts, shyness or uncertainty. 

Minho's eyes widened and then filled with tears. He hugged him tightly, to hide his own face.

«What did you just say?» he asked him, his voice muffled by the younger's neck.

«I said that I love you, Lee Minho» Jisung repeated, with a soft smile. 

Minho felt tears welling up in his eyes uncontrollably, his ears were burning from how flustered he was and he hugged that little boy even tighter. He felt so weak, he felt so overwhelmed, so happy that it hurt.

«Damn...» he whined and Han didn't let that broken voice escape.

«Are you crying?» he asked him, surprised, trying to push him off to look at his face.

«No» Minho grumbled, resisting and holding him tighter.

«I didn't think it would make you sad...» Han replied, holding back a smirk.

Minho quickly pulled away from him, revealing his wet face and red nose.

«I'm fucking happy!» he blurted out, grabbing the younger's face and making their mouths meet again.

Han moaned at that unexpected but necessary contact. Minho seemed to need his lips in that moment and he was more than happy to let himself be loved.

The older's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as if afraid he would disappear, and his tongue caressed his upper lip. Han completely let himself go to that sensation, so overwhelming again. He felt his whole body electrified, his whole body wanting to be even closer to Minho's. 

In his mind the image of their naked bodies appeared, the image of Minho making love to him in the sweetest way possible.

He blushed suddenly and barely pulled away from the lips of the older, who smiled on his mouth, making the tips of their noses gently rub.

«I love you too, Han Jisung»

.          .          .

«I have something to tell you, honey»

Two week had passed since the end of the Christmas period, the new year had begun and for Jisung and Minho it had started off in the best way possible. They were having dinner at Han's, their fingers intertwined under the table as if their love was still a secret, when Haru had said those words.

Han was petrified, not knowing what she could be talking about. His mother's tone was serious, but she didn't sound sad. It couldn't be something bad, right?

Minho had moved closer to him and had started stroking the back of his hand, to give him strength.

«Tell me, mom» he said in a small voice, leaving the cutlery on the table, the plate in front of him already empty.

«I'm seeing someone,» she said, without beating around the bush.

Han's eyes widened and for a few moments he remained silent, crushed by the noise of his own brain, that was starting to process that news and everything that came with it.

Had enough time passed after his father? He had to be happy, for her, because she could finally find peace, but could he accept another male figure? And would this man come to live with them? Or would they have to live at this man's house? And what was he like? Would he have accepted him? And why does he still want others' approval?

Minho looked at Han's face trying to understand how he felt about it. The boy must have been confused to say the least.

«I want you to know that this won't change anything in our lives, but when you're ready, I'd like you to know my new partner.» she added, embarrassed in that silence. She knew that Han was a mature guy, that he loved her and wanted the best for her, but she also knew that he was sensitive.

Han stood up from the table and nodded, «I-I'm happy for you, Mom, I really am. It's just... weird.» he said, bewildered. She nodded, understanding that reaction.

«Thank you for telling me. Give me some time and we could meet all together» he said then, shaking Minho's hand still intertwined with his, and they quick disappeared into the bedroom upstairs, after Minho had given Haru a sympathetic smile. He was happy for her, she had been so lonely and she was such a great woman. She really deserve the best.

«Ji? Are you okay?»

Han hadn't said a word. He had taken a shower, climbed into bed and was completely silent. Something unusual in recent days, filled with his joyful ramblings.

He turned, burying his face in Minho's chest, and nodded, «Yeah...»

«Do you want to tell me what are you thinking?»

Han sighed, feeling Minho's hands in his hair and on his back. It was so encouraging. He really hoped that his mother had found a man like that, like Minho was for him. A man who loved her despite everything.

«I'm happy for her, but it's strange... In a way it's as if we're erasing him, as if he were a bad thing from the past to forget and, as much as I argued with him, I don't think about my father that way.» he said, feeling tears fill his eyes.

«I know she's not replacing him,» he quickly adds, drying his face, «but part of me wonders how this man is like and whether he'll accept me as I am or not, even though I shouldn't give a damn.»

Minho nodded and listened to Han talking, opening his heart, drawing it out. Since he was in therapy he was much better at admitting and analyzing his feelings than he was, it was impressive.

«I think that whoever your mother choose, will be a kind person.» Minho spoke, with a soft tone, «But I even think that if he isn't, we should not give a damn.» he said with a smile, «We have each other, we both have arrived here without a father and we are doing pretty well.»

Han looked at him with eyes full of emotion. Minho was so solid, so strong, that sometimes Han forgot that he too had grown up without a father. A father who hadn't been torn away from him, a father who simply hadn't been able to be there for him. He just hadn't wanted to be there for him.

He hugged him even tighter, hiding his tear-filled eyes.

«You're right, Min. I have you.»

«And I have you.»

.            .             .

Han was a bundle of nerves. He ran from the bathroom to the bedroom in his boxers, unsure of what to wear. They had a date, a real one, a planned date, not an impromptu one after work, and he had no idea what to expect from the cat boy.

Where would he take him? To a restaurant? To a picnic on the hill where they had first met? To the cinema?

Despite Han begging him, Minho had not given in to telling him where they were going. He just told him to dress comfortably.

Comfortably? For a date?

Jisung was confused but finally settled on a button-up shirt, a V-neck sweater, and black pants. Casual but neat.

His mom appeared in the bedroom door, whistled in approval and winked, «Where are you two going?»

Han snorted loudly «I don't know!», making her giggle. She walked over to him and kissed his forehead, then cupped his face and forced him to look at himself in the mirror.

«You're beautiful» she said, with proud eyes.

Han blushed and looked away and, before he could grumble about it, the doorbell rang.

The boy ran to the entrance and met Minho. The older was dressed casually but elegantly, he was smiling and offered Jisung his hand, «Are you ready, love?»

Han blushed at that sweet tone and nodded. He slipped on his shoes and grabbed his coat, shouting a quick "bye" to his mother.

«I didn't get you flowers,» Minho explained, walking toward his car, «the last ones brought me bad luck» he chuckled. Han smiled and punched him lightly in the shoulder.

«Could you please tell me where we're going now?» he whined then, for the umpteenth time, as he buckled his seat belt.

Minho took his hands to stop him and buckled it for him, making the younger blush at the soft touch.

«You just can't wait, huh?» he asked, with a smirk.

Han huffed but turned on the radio and started humming a song, looking out the window and trying to pick up clues as to where they were going.

The car pulled up in front of a pub on the other side of town. The place was nice but not too fancy. Minho walked up to him after locking the car and intertwined their fingers together. Han blushed suddenly.

«Let's go in» smiled the older. Han nodded.

The inside of the place was simple, there were already quite a few people and at the back of the room Han immediately noticed a stage.

«Who's playing?!» he asked, looking at Minho in surprise. The older hoped that Han hadn't noticed any of the giant posters that adorned the entrance and shrugged, not answering. He led him to the table reserved for them, literally under the stage, and handed him the menu.

The place continued to fill up, Han ate with pleasure but continued to think of nothing else but the band that would have performed that night. He kept guessing but Minho was really determined not to let hints slip away and he just kept watching the excited boy with a soft smile. 

So when the leader of Han's favorite idol group appeared, the boy let out a little scream, covering his mouth immediately after.

He turned to Minho with dreamy eyes, «Minho! Is that really them?»

The older nodded, chuckling and enjoying Han's eyes full of life. That's how they were supposed to be, dreamy, happy. And that's how he would try to make them be for the rest of his life, until Han would let him.

Jisung had lost his voice. He had sung every single song, he knew them all by heart. He had waved his arms, he had fun, every now and then the older grabbed his hand under the table, enjoying the show with him.

When the concert was over, Minho had gotten up from the table, «Follow me» he simply said.

Han was dragged towards the dressing rooms and before he could realize it, Minho was greeting his idols warmly. All seven of them were there, all of his favorite idols were in the same room as him.

«Han would like an autograph and maybe a picture with you, is that okay?» he heard Minho say, while the boys turned to him and smiled.

Han bowed repeatedly, his heart pounding in his chest. 

«Nice to meet you» he managed to mumble, bowing repeatedly, his cheeks red.

«Don't be so formal, let's take a picture!» the leader smiled, putting his arm around Jisung's shoulders and taking a selfie with the phone that Minho had just handed him. Then he turned to the boy, who was too excited to speak.

«Wow, Minho! He's really cute as you told us!» the idol said with a wink, Minho's ears turned red as he giggled, watching his boyfriend being all flustered.

«Don't scare him, hyung!» the main dancer spoke, smiling sweetly at Han, «He's about to have a heart attack!»

«Let's sign an album for him, guys» the main singer suggested and Han felt his eyes fill with tears. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to make a fool of himself, but the emotion was too much to stay in his little body.

Minho intertwined his fingers with his and dragged him over to the table where the members were leaving autographs for him. It was all so crazy it was almost unbelievable..

Han just looked at his boyfriend, who had made their first real date unforgettable, and with dreamy eyes and muttered a «Thank you».

«You didn't tell me you knew them!» Han blurted out, still shocked by that night.

«I was supposed to debut with them» the older confessed.

«What? Oh my God, you would have been so cool!» Han screamed, still in his fanboy mode.

Minho looked at him, sneering, «Am I not cool?»

Jisung rolled his eyes, «Oh, you get it!»

Minho took his hand again and they walked back to the car. Before getting in, however, he pulled the younger, making him lean against the car.

Han looked at him with wide eyes and blushing at the manhandling. The older's face was close, too close. Those feline eyes were scanning his face, lingering on his lips.

«You're so beautiful...» Minho murmured, caressing his cheek, while his other hand was grabbing his boyfriend's hips.

Han smiled, «You're beautiful too, Min»

Minho leaned closer, almost making their lips touch, «Can I kiss you?» he whispered in a sensual voice.

Han could only nod, his voice caught in his throat as he held his breath.

«God, I've been wanting this all night» he sighed and placed his lips on the younger's, who melted at those words. Minho made him feel desired. He made him feel beautiful.

He opened his lips and let Minho enter his mouth, exploring and caressing it. The older's hands were now tight on his hips, while his were resting on that powerful chest, as their tongues caressed each other in a wet dance.

They broke away for a moment to catch their breath and Han took courage, «Min? Will you sleep with me tonight?» he asked, with innocent eyes.

Minho felt the blood rush to his groin, but he tried to keep calm, nodding, «Sure, baby».

He opened the door for him and made him sit in the car, to go home after the best date they ever had.

Moon's note:

Hiiii babies, I think there will be like... 5 chapters more or less? I will try to post often but I can't promise it! I'm so busy and lately I don't feel so well either sooo be patient!

Meanwhile, did u like this chapter? 

I'm curious: the perfect date for u is?

Kisses

Moon