Jisung dated Minho for about a year, affectionately calling him by his nickname “cat”. minho was his everything, his stars, his sun, his oxygen and blood. No, Jisung didn't have codependency, he shared the line. Jisung was the green flag in a relationship - he was not jealous, did not rush things, did not take credit for the person, he cared silently, he looked at his love with loving eyes.

but during all this time the guys didn’t go beyond kissing, and there were only a few kisses with tongues, even though they had already moved in together, Jisung was in no hurry. Minho didn’t really let him get close to him. Jisung knew Minho wasn't tactile, but...that much? Lee was often afraid of Jisung's touches and tried to avoid kisses and physical contact. At first Jisung chalked it up to shyness, then to lack of tactility, but he felt that behind this there was something deeper and this “something” Jisung wanted to know. He has a long road ahead of him before Minho finally trusts him. and told.

Now Jisung and Minho were preparing berry pie in the kitchen. on one of the countertops there was infused black tea with orange peels, which Minho had previously dried, the main light in the kitchen was turned off, only a small lamp was on, dimly illuminating the room, but this was enough for cooking.

Jisung, while cooking, accidentally touched Minho’s hand with his fingers, and he jerked sharply, moving away slightly by instinct, Jisung remained silent, silently looking at this reaction. he swallowed, realizing that he shouldn’t touch Minho abruptly and probably without asking.

— will you serve some berries, please? “Jisung said quietly, looking softly at Minho. he didn't want to scare the guy even more.