Minseok pov
There was an elderly lady looking at the dress she had tried on in the huge mirror which was placed opposite all the dressing cabins.
"Come on, Wonnie, how long does it take to put on a suit?" Minseok's been pacing for what feels like eternity.
Finally, Jiwon steps outside with the sixth suit of the day. "So? Do you finally like one of the suits?"
A long silence falls upon them. Minseok looks Jiwon up and down while thinking deeply. After some time Jiwon starts to feel anxiety creeping up and starts looking around to not have to look at Minseok anymore.
When the elderly lady enters her cabin Minseok looks around and suddenly pushes Jiwon through the curtains of his dressing cabin and onto the wall opposite them.
"What a w-" Jiwon is silenced by a pair of lips crashing harshly onto his own lips.
Jiwon wavers for a second but soon melts into the kiss. Minseok draws back just as fast, leaving Jiwon's mouth open.
"God. Quiet. I don't want trouble," he sighs.
Jiwon looks up at his own hands which are still pinned against the wall by the older boy, "Then why are you here?"
Minseok chuffs, "Thought you could just look like that in these clothes, and I'll let it slip?"
Jiwon can't help but smirk at this, "I look a lot better without 'em, though, that I can assure you."
"I hate you."
"You know you love me."
"Do I?"
Minseok exaggerates thinking about this statement, then his eyes capture Jiwon, who was slightly looking up at him and was still trapped.
Who gave him the right to look this...this perfect.
This outfit looked as if it was made specially and solely for him. If anyone else were to wear it, it would definitely feel like a crime.
It hugged every perfect part of Jiwon perfectly.
The slightly high-waisted pants make his precious legs come out perfectly.
The white shirt perfectly tugged at his pecs and packs, and the way it was tugged into the pants made Jiwon's slender waist look so so enchanting.
Then there was the way the suit's jacket accentuated all this. It made Minseok's belly turn.
Jiwon had no make-up on, his pretty natural skin colour and plump lips tempting Minseok. At that moment he felt so lucky because make-up or no make-up, Jiwon would always be the perfect sight for Minseok's sore eyes.
The younger one's hair, which had grown quite a lot in the elapsed time, fell perfectly onto his perfect little face.
Making it almost impossible for Minseok to resist the urge to ruin it.
As Jiwon finally parts his lips to break the silence, Minseok bends down a little and catches the brunette's lips.
Jiwon didn't see this coming after that nerve-wracking silence, but shock soon makes place for pleasure as Minseok's tongue does what it's best at.
One hand was on Jiwon's neck while the other one was still holding him against the wall.
While their lips and tongues are still working, Minseok opens his eyes a little. He shouldn't have.
The sight he is met with isn't one that will make it easier for him to contain himself.
Jiwon's stupidly perfect face had reddened, and Minseok was already weak in his knees by the way his lover looked in those clothes, but this defenseless hentai-worthy look on his face made Minseok's knees, legs, insides jiggle like pudding.
He moved the hand which was holding Jiwon in place, so it grabbed the boy's lower back instead. As he tugs him closer, and Jiwon's breath hitches, he relocates the hand on the younger's neck so it rests at the back of his thigh instead.
One solid tug was enough to pull and hold Jiwon on his hips. He turns around and sits down with Jiwon on his lap. Even before he had sat down, their lips had found each other again.
While he holds Jiwon close with his hands on his lover's back, the younger one couldn't help but grab a hold of Minseok's hair.
Even if Minseok kept Jiwon close and in place, the boy's lower half was still in constant motion.
The friction only encouraged Minseok's growing erection while it, probably, was trying to escape his tight pants.
He hears Jiwon's whimpers and dies a little.
How could every little thing about a person be this perfect?
With every passing second of every single day, it feels as if he falls deeper into the bottomless pit called Jiwon Yoong.
Yoong.
It's hard to imagine all the years before knowing him; before bickering with him; before wanting to spoil him with gifts, food, hugs, spoil him with love.
And, jeez, was it hard to imagine the time before sex with this perfect creature.
Jiwon may have already officially marked him as his mate, but Minseok couldn't wait to officially have this perfect boy as his blood partner.
His friends keep calling him whipped, a simp, keep saying he's engulfed in the honeymoon phase.
They keep saying that as if it's something bad.
Minseok wouldn't change it for the world.
What if his day and night were about Jiwon? What if the sun, the moon and all its stars seemed to be revolving around Jiwon? What if...
What if he was crazy for this boy?
Would he change it if he could? The tingles Jiwon's fingers leave on his scalp, the burning sensation his lips leave on his own, the way his dick throbs at the thought of Jiwon alone, all this tells him he wouldn't.
"I do."
He wasn't crazy for this boy.
"You do?"
'Crazy' doesn't cover all he feels.
"You asked if I knew, I do."
He loved him.
"UGH, Jiwon, I- ow. You two are having...a moment. Never mind me. I wasn't even here. Nope."
Jiwon and Minseok looked at each other, after Silas closed the curtains again while mumbling, and laughed.
When the laughter has died out, Jiwon pecks Minseok , "I love you, too."
Minseok stands up, "Get changed so I can pay for the suit," and he left the cabin.
He takes place next to Raphael on the benches on the other side of the huge mirror.
The man looks up at him for a beat, and then back down with a smile, "At least you use the blood you've taken from him, to blush for him."
Minseok stares at his fingers.
"You really do be in love, ain't you?"
Minseok smiles, "Madly," he answers as he stares at Jiwon exiting his changing room.