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"Shit!" Minho carefully breaks away from Han, searching the floor for his shorts and underwear, scrambling around his room manically. Han sits up, wiping hair out of his eyes as he glances at Minho, watching him grab onto his discarded clothes and toss them onto the bed.

"So," Han says quietly. "I get to meet your mom, now?"

"Ji," Minho raises his gaze, heavy breaths quickly escaping his lips. He was still flushed, forehead beading with sweat and anxiety coating his face. "Now's not the time."

"She doesn't know what we were doing," Han shakes his head, trying not to think about the thought of Minho's mother meeting her son's boyfriend for the first time while they were having sex. "She has no idea. . . probably."

"We probably smell like it, Ji. I can just tell her I was working out, but if she sees you sweating and a bit out of breath, we're fucked."

It wasn't completely unbelievable since Minho worked out as much as he could, but given the time of day and random boy in his room, it was slightly unbelievable. Minho would just have to hope she'd buy it or ask questions later.

Han sighs, turning his gaze away while he sees Minho quickly put his black boxers and black shorts back over his exposed legs from the corner of his eye. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Just-" Minho bends down to grab his shirt, catching a glimpse of a growing hickey on his collarbone with a subtle grimace. "Stay here. For now. I have to figure out how to go about this."

"Wait," Han turns his gaze back towards the elder. "Didn't you tell me you weren't completely out yet?"

"Yeah. That's partially because I don't know how to label myself. I don't know if I'm bi or whatever, I just don't know. I don't really want a label that much either. But," Minho tugs the shirt over his head. "My parents are the least of my concern. They won't care since they aren't really involved in my life much anyways."

"As long as they're supportive," Han threatens softly and Minho barely catches it.

"It'll be fine. I just have to figure out a way to tell them that my month-long boyfriend has been living in their house and having sex with their son on their couch."

"Not an easy feat, is it?" Han grabs a hold of his own shirt, playing with the material in his hands.

"No. I don't know how they'll react."

"Well-"

"Minho?!" His mother calls again, closer than the first time and louder than the last.

"I'm sorry to leave you like that," Minho winces, but Han waves him off.

"I'm okay, Minho. Just go take care of that."

"I'll do my best." Minho smiles half-heartedly, approaching the bed and pressing one more long kiss to Han's barely swollen lips. Han watches him leave after they part away, listening to the door click closed as he sits on Minho's warm bed, legs under the covers and body exposed.

He was unsure how to feel just then, partially still coming down from his euphoric high and the other half saddened by the intrusion of Minho's mother. He wanted to meet her, of course, wanted to be there for Minho when he told them everything, but definitely not in this circumstance.

Minho walks down the staircase, hand ruffling through his sweaty locks of hair, trying to make it seem a lot less likely of what his mom nearly caught them doing, each step bringing him closer to the main floor with troubled anxiety.

"Ah, Minho! Did I wake you?"

"No, mom." Minho turns the corner by the balustrade, hands slightly shaking before he shoves them into his pockets. "I was working out."

"Oh, sorry to interrupt you during your workout, honey." His mom smiles, hands shuffling around the letters she had retrieved from the mailbox that Minho must've forgotten about for at least a week.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot to grab the mail."

"It's alright. Just a bunch of magazines and stuff that I don't need." She sets the handful of papers down on the marble countertops, suddenly eyeing a hoodie resting over one of the kitchen chairs. Minho's eyes shift, catching sight of a very familiar black hoodie with white stripes down the sleeves, knowing very well that it was not his.

"Did you buy a new hoodie?" His mom points to the item in question, head turning back to face her son as he stood in the middle of the room dumbfounded.

"Yeah, yeah. I did." Minho tries to smile, approaching the kitchen counter with a sudden fear lingering in his chest. He didn't know how to go about the conversation of having a partner, let alone a boyfriend, but he did his best to avoid it for now, hoping to ease that part of the conversation somehow.

"It's nice." His mom says quietly, turning towards the fridge and cabinets, beginning to look through the contents inside. Minho watches her for a second, wondering how much food they've possibly torn through without realizing the reaction from his parent's inevitable return home. But, his mom says nothing, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and closing it shut without another thought. "How's school going?"

Shit. "Fine. Assignments done early, like usual. I got to lead dance class and-"

"Minho." His mom suddenly turns concerned, setting her bottled water down on the vacant counter. "The dean called."

If Minho's stomach wasn't in his ass by now, it surely was digging its own grave.

"What's going on?" Her tone is soft, endearing, leaning on the counter with her elbows as she tries to read Minho's sudden dropped gaze, hoping that her son will just open up.

"Nothing," Minho bites his lip, a hand raising to shift through his hair anxiously. "It's just. . . a lot has happened. I needed some time."

"Does this have something to do with Min-Ji?"

Minho's heart sinks. "You've heard?"

"Well, Minho, everyone at the hospital knows that you're my son. The leaked report wasn't exactly secret on your identity, so once someone found out, I did too."

"She went too far." Minho struggles to compose himself, letting the tears fall voluntarily. "I had to take a break. I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to quit and I'm supposed to treat school like a priority, but she-she went too far, and I-"

"Hey, hey, honey. It's okay." She smiles reassuringly, hand reaching across the cold counter to gently caress Minho's forearm. "I know what she did. I know what she accused you of and what you went through."

"Felix helped me release the recording to her company."

"He's such a good friend to you, Minho." She smiles again, watching her son slowly turn to look her in the eyes.

"But, there's someone else who helped me even more."

"You've made friends since I've been absent?"

"Friends, no." Minho laughs subtly, raising his free hand to wipe away the streaks of tears sinking into his skin. "I met someone."

"Oh!" Her eyes light up with intrigue. "Who is she?"

Minho looks away, hands toying with the hem of his shirt. Minho looks away very briefly, fear stowed away in his expression as he looks back upwards, meeting his mother's sinking gaze. She was confused, for good reason, watching her son suddenly seem upset and closed-off (not that he wasn't closed-off to begin with). "Uhm."

"Do I not know her, or something?"

"No, mom, that's not it." Minho struggles to get the words off of his tongue, finding a sudden urge to ignore the conversation and run into the safety of his room. However, the thought of hiding Han away in his room felt suffocating, and not a life he wanted to live. Han was already hiding away from an abusive household, not wanting to be subject to emotional turmoil and wanting a sense of freedom within himself. He found a safe haven within Minho's arms and his home; the last thing Minho ever wanted to do was to take that from him.

"Can you tell me what it is then?"

"This person," Minho bites his tongue for a second, almost thinking of a lie to bypass the admission of his truth once more. "Isn't a she."

"Minho, I don't understand-"

"It's a he." Minho watches his mom's brows furrowed in confusion, arms raising away from the counter as he brings himself to explain further. "I have a boyfriend."

A long silence follows. Minho is afraid to talk anymore than he already has, watching his mother's eyes drift further away from him, finding her hands and the edge of the countertop. He wanted to know what she was feeling, what she was thinking; afraid of resentment bubbling within her. He knew this was surprising. He knew how much of a shock this must be to go from dating a beautiful girl with set goals and driven heart, only to realize that she bore abusive tendencies that ruined Minho himself.

His parents were supportive then, doing their best to be there for Minho if he ever needed them, but they knew better. Minho was quiet and very reserved, private almost; always wanting to keep his issues to himself. Min-Ji was everything to him for a while, and once that was taken away, he felt himself grow empty.

Minho wanted to share Han with his parents. He wanted nothing more than for his parents to see how happy this vibrant, soft boy had made him. But the fear of rejection settles deeply into his bones, unaware of the unconscious fear that his parents would hate him for being honest with himself and his feelings.

"What's his name?" She asks softly, eyes looking back up with subtle tears lingering inside. Minho wants to cry, blinking away the rush of salty tears to look at his mom in the eyes, confusion and love building in his chest. "Han Jisung."

"He sounds lovely, Minho." She smiles, blinking away her own tears as she reaches her hands back across the counter, taking Minho's into hers. "If he makes you happy, then that's all that matters to me."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." She watches Minho's gaze fall, a breath of relief flooding his lungs as he breaths calmingly. "When can I meet him?"

Given the streak of honesty Minho has been on lately, he makes a rash decision to explain the biggest secret he's felt he's ever kept in his life. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course."

"So, Han doesn't have a very good home life. His parents are in a tough spot and his dad is a piece of work. I don't really want to explain any further without his consent, so I'll leave it to that, but he was finding it really difficult to stay at home. I told him to come here if he didn't feel safe and he did one night after you guys went to bed."

"Well, honey, if you guys are boyfriends, I don't know-"

"We weren't really boyfriends then. More so just friends kind of figuring out what feelings we had. It was a bit complicated, so I'll spare you the details."

"Okay. Go on." She seems unsure, tense for a moment, but she was interested enough to keep listening.

"He's been staying here. For almost three weeks. We've been dating for a while now, and I couldn't let him go back there with a clear conscience knowing his dad was still at the house."

"That's fair. I understand that, but I don't like the idea of you two sleeping together."

"I know. I get it. We didn't sleep next to each other at first. I promise."

"You know I trust you, don't you?" The question catches Minho off guard for a moment, but he nods his head yes anyway. "Then why hide this from me? Why hide this from your father?"

"I was scared." The admittance sends a pain-stricken look wavering across his mother's face. "I didn't want either of you to hate me for having him as a part of my life."

"We don't care about that, Minho. Your dad and I are a lot more accepting than you realize."

"I know that now. With everything that happened, I had convinced myself that I was better alone. I wasn't talking to Felix, I wasn't leading dance practices or anything. It was just me against the world. But Han, he-" Minho blinks twice, leaning into the press of his chair. "He changed me. I told him before that he didn't change me once, but. . . he really did."

"It sounds like you really like him." His mom smiles, which in turn causes Minho to smile.

"I love him, actually."

"Is he upstairs right now?" She asks quietly and Minho nods again. She sighs and looks down, turning to eye the clock on the stove. She turns back with a small smile and nod of acceptance. "Okay. He can stay here tonight. But I wanna discuss it further with you in the morning with your father here. I'd also like to make you guys breakfast, too. Your father and I don't have conferences this weekend, so we'll be home for the next two days."

"Sounds good to me," Minho smiles at her again, standing from his chair and heading over towards her, arms outstretched as he engulfs her in a gentle hug. "Thank you for being so understanding."

"I love you, Minho. Don't you ever forget that." She hugs him a little tighter, almost afraid to lose her son again.

"I love you too."

"We're having breakfast in the morning with my parents." Minho says once the door closes, watching Han sit upright on the bed with a fresh pair of clothes on his body. He held his phone in his hands, scrolling on twitter for the last twenty minutes as he waited for his boyfriend's verdict.

"So they know I'm here right now?" His eyes pull away, watching Minho nod slowly. "Awkward."

"No, it's okay. They don't mind that you're here, actually. My mom really wants to meet you."

"Am I meeting her as your friend. . . or?" Minho walks towards the bed, sitting down on the edge next to Han, hand reaching for the younger's.

"You're meeting her as my boyfriend." Minho smiles, watching Han start to smile back.

"Seriously?" Han leans forwards a little more, a look of surprise coating his gaze.

"Yes, seriously." Minho has barely enough time to react before Han is pressed against his lips, kissing him with a beaming smile and the hum of laughter.

"You're amazing!" Han breaks away for a second, then kisses him again. "I can't believe you told them."

"It's not worth lying anymore." Minho's honesty bleeds through his veins, looking back at the one person who made him want to feel truthful. "I don't want to hide us from my parents. I want them to know who makes me happy."

"Was she upset?"

Minho shakes his head, a small smile curled to his lips. "Not even in the slightest."

"I can't wait to meet them," Han smiles, eyes darting downwards suddenly, leaning backwards a couple of inches. "I wish my parents would act the same."

"Hey," Minho reaches for Han's hands, grabbing and pulling them to gently rest on the back of his own neck. "Look at me, Ji."

Han reluctantly looks up, a bit timid and sad, but Minho's tone reassures a smile back to his lips. "I don't mind if you don't tell them or not. We can just be friends in their eyes, I don't care. I love you either way."

"If you're sure." Han mumbles and Minho nods.

"I'm so sure."

"Thank you for being so patient with me." Han tilts his head ever-so-slightly, eyes set with a version of token gratitude.

"I could say the same thing to you." Minho says softly, feeling Han's fingers begin to trail into the base of his hair. "I was a pain in the ass for awhile. I didn't want to admit how much I liked you until I nearly lost you."

"You never lost me." Han inches closer for a second, eyes trailing downwards towards Minho's lips. "Not even for a second."

Both males lean closer subconsciously, eyes flicking down and back up again, struggling to hold eye contact as breaths touch and intertwine the space between them. It's silent for a second, hearts beating out of chests and skin flushing until they press even closer, unable to stay apart any longer. Minho kisses Han first, feeling the younger kiss back and pulling him towards him, deepening the kiss further. Han's hands find Minho's hair as his fingers thread through his auburn locks, stuck in the trance the elder locked him into.

Minho falls asleep happily that night, Han sleeping on his chest with his arms wrapped around the elder's torso. Undisturbed, warm and in a daze of slumber, both boys hold onto each other as if the world itself was caving in. The hardest part was over, the war was won; everything was settling into its proper place. For once, Minho's mind remains clear and Han sleeps through the night, comfortable in each other's grasp. Only when the sun rises and internal alarm clocks ring do they wake, still clinging onto one another.

Minho presses a few kisses to Han's temple before leaving the bed, heading into his bathroom to shower away a racing mind with thoughts of a looming breakfast with his boyfriend and his parents. It's not that he was nervous, moreso worried about his father's reaction to Han. His mother was always welcoming, maybe a bit more reserved and judgemental at times, but she always did her best to support Minho since she was absent a lot.

His father, on the other hand, could be seen as stuck-up and a bit petty, but given his position with work, he tried to encourage his son to do what he wanted, fulfilling his younger years by chasing his dreams and searching for a greater ambition. Little did both of his parents know, all Minho wanted now was a life with Han after graduation. It's cheesy, but somehow that's all Minho could think about. The younger made him want to think about these things, captivated by the possibility of living together (and not in secret in his absentee parent's house, though they've almost gotten caught a few times), just going through the journey of becoming an adult with a working wage. He'd do anything to see that come into fruition.

But as he returns to his bedroom, hair freshly washed and skin dappled with a few droplets of shower water, he watches Han continue to sleep, holding onto Minho's pillow while breathing deeply.

"Jagiya," Minho reaches his hand down to gently touch Han's shoulder, leaning his head down to press a kiss to his exposed neck. "Gotta get ready for breakfast."

"Hm?" Han mumbles, now shifting awake, turning to his side after laying on his stomach, eyes blinking to adjust to the sudden exposure of light within the room.

"Gotta meet my parents, remember?"

"I remember," Han deeply inhales, finally focusing his sleepy gaze on the elder's face. "How long do I have?"

"Probably twenty minutes, or so. Is that enough time for you to shower?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be quick." Han sits upright, rubbing his eyes gently before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Minho just barely hovering over him.

"Be quick, love." Minho smiles at him, kissing his forehead softly. "I'll be downstairs. Come down when you're ready."

Han does his best to finish his morning routine, quickly washing himself and cleaning his body, brushing his teeth and drying his hair to the best of his ability. He grabs for the last pair of clothes that were clean from his bag, then looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, breathing a few calming breaths through his lungs before trudging down the stairs.

Minho rounds the corner of the railing, looking up at Han as he slowly walks down each step towards the elder, watching as Minho smiles at him lovingly.

"Ready?"

"Nervous. But yeah, I am." Han reaches the bottom of the steps, feeling Minho's arm wrap around his waist.

"You've got this." Minho smiles, pressing one last kiss to his lips affectionately.

They part and Han nods reassuringly, more so to himself rather than his boyfriend, a quick breath leaving his lips. "Let's go."

Minho starts walking towards the kitchen table, Han not too far behind as they break through the door frame separating the hall from the open-concept kitchen, greeting the smell of pancakes and eggs, warmed with fresh syrup and hickory bacon.

Minho's mother and father both turn to look at the two males entering into the kitchen and both immediately smile at the both of them.

"You must be Jisung." His mother smiles again, then focuses back on her sizzling pan just above the iron grate of the stove with a blazing fire beneath it.

"Yes I am," Han bows his upper body slightly, a tinge of anxiety lingering in his tone. "It's nice to meet the both of you."

"It's nice to meet someone who finally makes our Minho happy," His father greeted warmly, sitting at the head of the table with a newspaper stuck between his hands.

"Food is just about done, please take a seat." His mother announces lightly, stirring both boys to move towards the table and sit next to one another.

"So," His father begins to fold his newspaper. "My wife tells me that you've been seeing our son for the last month. Is that right?"

"Yes sir, it is." Han replies back formally, feeling Minho's hand drift to his thigh beneath the table.

"How did you two meet?"

"By accident, really." Han begins, almost finding it hard to find the right words. "We have the same friend group, but never properly talked to each other before then. We met at dance class, and Minho had to help me fix a routine I was working on."

Minho followed along, knowing fully well that exposing their underage party with a slightly drunken kiss after a drinking game wasn't exactly ideal, so he just nods his head in agreement at the end of his boyfriend's statement, playing along the entire way.

"Minho's been dancing for a long time," his mother approaches, setting down one last plate of bacon to complete the breakfast buffet. "It's really sweet of you two to meet during something he's so passionate about."

"He was really nice when he corrected me and helped me." Han smiles, feeling Minho's hand squeeze his thigh gently. "He knew I had a crush on him but never let that get in the way of perfecting my routine."

"That's very sweet of you, son." His father says lightly, reaching for his plate and beginning to reach for a few pancakes.

"Thank you for the food, Mrs. Lee." Han says almost timidly, but Minho's mother smiles at him before settling into her own chair.

"Please enjoy." She says, watching Minho and her husband gratefully take a little bit of everything to offer, and Han follows suit.

After a few minutes of warm conversation followed by clean plates, Minho's mother looks at both of the boys and sighs, head tilted downwards as if he wanted to avoid whatever words were lingering in her chest. "So, can one of you tell us why you've both been hiding out here?"

"It definitely wasn't meant to last this long," Minho tries to avoid the conversation of Han having to expose his home life, but he feels Han turn his focus towards him and he turns to look right back.

"It's okay. I'll tell them." Han takes a nervous breath but smiles through it, turning back to face Minho's parents. "My parents are divorcing. My dad isn't really all that great and my mom is an alcoholic. When I needed to get away from them, Minho was there. He always was, and when I felt like I had nowhere to turn, he was right there. He offered to let me stay over until things settled down, but they never did."

"I'm sorry that you didn't feel safe in your own home," Minho's mother comments and Han just smiles at her lightly.

"It's been that way for years, and I'm just really thankful for Minho for being there."

"I can tell that he loves you," Minho's father surprisingly adds. "I didn't even see this grace of happiness on his face when he was with Min-Ji."

"Dad-" Minho tries to interrupt, but his father shakes his head with a smile.

"Listen, please." Minho suddenly falls silent and looks over to his father, eyes straying away from his empty plate. "I could tell that you liked the girl, maybe you were infatuated by her, but from the ten minutes we've been sitting here son, I can tell the difference."

"You've got such happiness hidden in your eyes." His mother comments lightly, and Han can't help but smile subtly. "It reminds me of the innocent happiness you had as a young boy."

"It's nice to see, is all we're saying." His father adds finally, leaving Minho to slightly fear the incoming conversation.

"But," His mother looks to her husband, a breath rolling through her lungs. "We talked about the arrangement you've had going on. Though we don't mind what you guys have been doing secretly because of the circumstances-"

"We still think it's best if Jisung calls his family to see what they want for him." His father finishes the statement, and Minho feels his heart break into a million pieces. Of course that was the fair option, something far less than what he was expecting.

"If things are still. . . rocky, then Jisung is welcome back anytime. But, we have to do our part as parents and unfortunately be responsible." His mother can tell that this wasn't the exact news they wanted to hear, but it was the best course of action to deal with the oddly specific set of circumstances.

"I understand," Han replies softly, feeling Minho's hand race for his thigh again. "I'm just really appreciative of your support and generosity through all of this. Really."

"Please let us know what your parents say. If it's still tough and not safe, you are welcome to stay here." Han smiles appreciatively at Minho's mother before excusing himself from the table with his phone in his hand. Minho watches him leave, heart jumping from his chest as he watches his partner make way for the front door and step outside for privacy.

His parents continue to chatter before beginning to start clearing the table and cleaning the dishes, which Minho happily agrees to help clean, only wishing to avoid dwelling on Han's phone call. He's worried, just slightly, hands busy with cleaning different plates and spatulas, mind finding peace in the running sink water as he drowns his anxiety with the hum of the drain.

But, it's only ten minutes before Han returns, phone in hand, eyes slightly red from the ache of crying once before, but now clear minded and ready to face their new reality.

The last month has really been a whirlwind. Between facing hard feelings, kissing exposed skin and keeping a blossoming relationship under wraps was emotionally exhausting. They had spent so much time wrapped up in each other, sleeping next to one another and exploring naked skin, but the reality was that they were too young and they needed time before they could commit to something that felt incredibly committed; something that was so fast-paced and maturing. Both males knew that, but coming to terms with it was an entirely different ordeal.

"Minho." Han breaks his tentative silence, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Minho's attention whips around, hands falling away from the sink as he finishes cleaning off the last plate.

"What'd they say?" Minho hesitates, watching his partner almost fall apart.

"My dad left. He's gone. He moved out, I guess." Han takes a steadying, easy breath, swallowing the built up nerves and emotions that he spent weeks compiling. Minho immediately leaves the sink, reaching for Han's wrists as he listens to the words continue to tumble from the younger's mouth. "I can go home. My mom wants me to come home, actually."

"Then that's what we have to do." Minho smiles sadly, feeling his mother's eyes watching them closely.

"I know this is hard and is likely an adjustment. But, if it makes anything better Jisung, we'd like to offer that you're allowed to stay here anytime during the weekend for as long as you need or want. We're going to be gone then anyways, so it doesn't matter to us."

"Mom," Minho's eyes blink three times, trying to grasp the words that just came from his mother's mouth. He was in disbelief and a bit of shock, but the relief of being able to sleep with his Han, his partner and his boyfriend freely settled in very quickly.

"You don't have to say anything, son. Let us clean up here, go enjoy the day! It's wonderful out today. Please go spend time with each other. Love is precious, don't you dare ever waste a second of it."

A plethora of thank yous ring out in the kitchen to both parents as the males turn and leave a few minutes later, putting on their shoes and heading out the front door. Han waits on the path a few steps down, waiting for Minho to lock the door behind him before stepping off the porch and standing next to his boyfriend. Minho holds out his hand, palm up, the same usual invitation Han knew incredibly well. Han takes it without hesitation, interlocking their hands between them as they walk down the sidewalk towards a nearby park, feeling the sun caress their skin as they stroll beneath it.

"I'm gonna miss sleeping next to you." Han says quietly, pace slow as he walks with Minho, enjoying the company of the elder as they meander, not wanting for their time alone to stop.

"I know. I'm gonna miss waking up to you every morning."

"I'm really thankful that they're letting us continue this on the weekends."

"I know," Minho chuckles softly. "I would've died without you."

"Have you grown a little reliant on sleeping with me?" Han smirks lightly and Minho rolls his eyes playfully.

"You're like an extremely warm body pillow," Minho retaliates, watching Han gasp in response.

"I am not!"

"You are, Ji. You are."

"You're like a really large, and really warm teddy bear." Han pouts jokingly, with a smile growing on his lips.

"I'll take that." Minho beams, gripping Han's hand a little tighter.

"So. . . what do we do now?"

"Well," Minho sighs. "I'll walk you to school every morning. We'll eat lunch together with Hyunjin and Felix, head to the studio and then I'll walk you home everyday. Every weekend you'll come over, and I can sleep with you in my arms, love on you and tell you how much I love you until you're sick of me."

"You really want to spend every day with me, don't you?" Han smirks and Minho sighs lovingly.

"If I'm ever too overbearing or too much, you just gotta tell me, okay?"

"Lee Minho," Han stops walking, feeling the elder pull their entangled hands slightly forwards before stopping too, watching the younger smile at him while shaking his head. Han lets go of his hand, approaching slowly, head slightly tilted and eyes looking upwards. "When are you ever going to realize how much I love you?"

"As soon as you realize how much I love you." Minho tilts his head down, pressing a long, warm kiss to Han's lips, feeling the younger smile against him.

"All because of spin the bottle," Han breaks away from Minho, teeth grabbing onto his own bottom lip.

"I'm a simp because of that bottle." Minho laughs, listening to the happy giggles coming from Han's throat.

"Yes you are, Minho. Yes you are."

tysm for reading my little minsung fic <3 it was quite the journey and I hope you enjoyed :)