one hundred three

That evening, Jisung was so tired that he went straight to his bedroom after they returned home. It had been an exciting day and he had even regained a few memories.

Most of the scenes he had seen were related to Minho. He appeared in nearly every single one of them.

He sat cross-legged on his bed and looked through the pictures he had taken today with his phone. They were beautiful.

He'd already put on comfortable clothes and didn't plan on staying up much longer. It had been an exhausting day and resting sounded like a good idea.

He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. At the same moment, Minho came into his room. He wore a comfortable black shirt and sweatpants, his hands inside its pockets.

"What are you up to?" He asked and sat next to Jisung, peering over his shoulder to look at his phone screen.

"Just looking at all the photos from today," he explained with a smile. "I enjoyed our outing a lot."

"Good, but I'd prefer if you called it a date. Cause it was a date."

Jisung went silent for a couple of seconds before he responded, "Fine, a date it is," he chuckled, not seeing anything wrong with it.

Minho gave him a faint smile and slowly pushed him down on the bed. "Let's talk more tomorrow. We should sleep now, sugar."

Jisung felt heat shooting to his face and shyly turned his gaze away from Minho. "Don't call me that. It makes me embarrassed."

"Oh? You used to like it whenever I called you that."

"Do I?" He mumbled.

"Yes, you do," he chuckled, bopping Jisung's nose with the tip of his finger. "Go to sleep now. Your eyes are closing as you speak," he remarked amusedly.

Jisung wanted to talk more, but his exhaustion eventually won. Sighing in defeat, he closed his eyes and snuggled up against Minho.

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The next morning, sunlight flooded the room, causing Jisung to flutter his eyelids open and groan in annoyance.

He sat up and stretched his arms, about to leave the bed when Minho said something that made him pause.

"Wanna shower together?" He drawled and smirked playfully.

"W-What? Why so random?" Just the thought of showering together with Minho made him flustered. But maybe they did this often, and he just couldn't remember because of his amnesia.

"You didn't answer my question yet," he murmured and groggily crawled out of the bed.

"Uh, I guess it's fine—" Before he could even finish talking, Minho grinned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of bed.

They entered the shower together and Jisung couldn't help but admit that it was quite awkward to be standing naked... in front of his boyfriend.

Minho, however, didn't even look bothered a single bit. In fact, he was just grinning the entire time as they bathed together.

"Stop staring at me, you creep." Jisung gushed and ran to grab his towel which was hanging on the door handle of the bathroom.

Due to his recklessness, he tripped on the soapy and wet floor but Minho had luckily caught him just in time.

In an instant, his eyes widened. The scene was oddly familiar—and it plunged him right into a memory.

He closed his eyes as he let the water run down on his face. When he opened them, he saw Minho standing right in front of him, smirking.

He screamed and nearly slipped, but he had luckily grabbed onto Minho's arms before he took a tumble.

"Pervert! Do you know that there are other ways for you to kill someone?! God, you'd make me die of a heart attack!"

Minho shrugged his shoulders.

"Um, hellooo? Ever heard of personal space?"

"Personal space? It's hilarious to hear that coming from you." Minho laughed sarcastically before his eyes turned bright red.

What was that? Shocked, Jisung immediately stood up and wrapped himself up with his towel, intending to get out of the bathroom quickly.

"What are you doing? You haven't even—" Minho paused abruptly, meeting Jisung's eyes and seeing raw terror in them. Before he could even inquire about it, Jisung fled the bathroom and ran away.

Minho followed him and was shocked to find him standing in the kitchen with a pair of scissors in his hands. "Hey, what are you do—"

"No, stop! Don't come any closer!" He yelled hysterically, shocking Minho. "Just what are you? And who are you really?"

To be continued...