one hundred eight

It was a peaceful morning—or at least it had been.

Jisung blinked groggily as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, stretching his arms lazily above his head.

He smiled softly to himself, enjoying the warmth of the blankets cocooned around him. For a moment, everything seemed perfect.

Until he noticed something strange.

"Minho..." Jisung's voice broke the quiet, his tone low but undeniably accusatory.

Minho, still half-asleep and comfortably sprawled across the bed, grunted in response, refusing to move from his perfectly snug position. "Mmm?"

Jisung frowned, tugging at the corner of the blanket. "Why do you always steal the blanket every night?"

Minho opened one eye. "What are you talking about? I don't steal it. I'm just... naturally drawn to warmth."

Jisung sat up, dramatically pointing at the blanket that was now wrapped around Minho like a burrito. "You've taken the entire blanket! Look at me—I'm practically an ice cube!"

Minho turned over lazily, still cocooned in his blanket fortress. "You exaggerate. You're fine. There's plenty of blanket if you—" He yawned loudly mid-sentence. "—look hard enough."

"Look hard enough?!" Jisung huffed, glaring down at the one tiny corner of the blanket still draped over his foot. "I'd need a treasure map to find where you've hidden all of it!"

Minho cracked a smile, eyes still closed. "Hey, you're lucky I'm even letting you have that much. You know how cozy I get."

Jisung wasn't having it. He yanked at the blanket with all his strength, only to have Minho tighten his grip and roll over, pulling the entire thing off the bed.

"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" Jisung muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes.

Without a second thought, Jisung launched himself at Minho, attempting to pry the blanket from his death grip. What followed was an absolutely ridiculous scene of tug-of-war.

"Let go!" Jisung whined, managing to pull the blanket halfway off before Minho expertly wrapped himself up in it again.

"You'll have to try harder than that, Sungie!" Minho teased, snickering at Jisung's futile efforts.

"Give it back! I'm freezing!" Jisung exclaimed, trying to push Minho off the bed, which only resulted in him falling on top of him instead.

Minho smirked, looking up at him with a playful glint in his eyes. "You know... there's an easy solution to this. We could share."

Jisung, still lying on top of Minho, raised an eyebrow. "Share? With you? After the betrayal I've just witnessed?"

Minho laughed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I'll make you a deal. If you can win the blanket back, it's all yours. But if I win..." His smirk grew wider, eyes gleaming with mischief. "...you owe me breakfast."

Jisung gasped dramatically, as if deeply offended by the suggestion. "You'd use my freezing state to your advantage, just to score breakfast? You monster!"

Minho shrugged, still wrapped in his blanket. "Life's tough, baby. Survival of the coziest."

- - - - - -

Minho came into the living room, rubbing his eyes. He had slept in some more after their bickering over the blanket (Jisung lost the bet).

He glanced toward the kitchen, where he knew Jisung would be.

Sure enough, Jisung was making breakfast, but with his own magical twist. Mugs floated mid-air, a salt shaker spun in slow circles, and an egg cracked open on its own into the sizzling pan.

Minho paused in the doorway, watching everything hover around. He bit his lip. "Jisung..." he started, unsure whether to be impressed or concerned as an egg floated above his head.

"Yeah?" Jisung asked cheerfully, not even turning around as he waved a spatula in the air.

"Morning, Sungie," he said, heading to the bathroom.

"Morning!" Jisung's cheerful voice echoed from the kitchen.

Once Minho finished freshening up, he casually strolled into the kitchen.

He smiled, quietly approaching Jisung from behind. He wrapped his arms around Jisung's waist, pulling him in gently.

Jisung let out a little surprised noise but quickly leaned back into the embrace.

"You smell good," Minho murmured, nuzzling his nose into Jisung's shoulder. "Did you already shower?"

Jisung laughed softly, turning his head slightly toward him. "Yeah, I got up early! I wanted to practice a bit while making breakfast."

Minho hummed contentedly, breathing in the fresh scent of soap on Jisung's skin. "Mmm, good decision. I could get used to this."

Jisung grinned, enjoying the quiet moment. "Weirdo..."

Minho chuckled, pressing his lips to Jisung's neck. "But it's true..."

He glanced at the floating objects once more. "You're sure everything's under control this time?"

Jisung turned in Minho's arms, poking him in the chest with a spatula. "What do you mean?"

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Remember last time? With the spaghetti?"

"That was one time!" Jisung pouted. "And it wasn't even that bad!"

Minho crossed his arms, still holding Jisung close. "It rained noodles in the kitchen for thirty minutes, Sungie."

"Okay, fine!" Jisung laughed, raising his hands in mock defeat. "I might've lost a little control. But look now!" He gestured to the floating objects. "See? Perfectly fine."

Just as he said that, one of the mugs wobbled dangerously. Minho's eyes widened, but before it could fall, Jisung snapped his fingers, steadying it in mid-air.

"See?" He beamed, looking a little too pleased with himself.

Minho smirked. "I think I'll stay here and supervise."

Jisung playfully shoved him away with a laugh. "But I've got this!"

Minho exhaled dramatically. "Look, I know you're getting the hang of your powers, but I'm not ready to die by levitating dishware just yet."

Jisung snickered, finally setting everything down. "Fine, fine. But admit it, it's kinda cool, right?"

Minho leaned against the counter, smiling at Jisung's enthusiasm. "Yeah, it's cool... until you turn our sofa neon green again."

Jisung giggled, trying to look innocent. "Well... what if I make it blue this time?"

"No. No blue. No neon. Just keep it the way it is."

Jisung sighed dramatically, waving his hand in the air. "You're so boring sometimes! A little color never hurt anyone!"

Minho walked over, ruffling his hair. "I don't trust you to 'color' anything after what happened to Kkami."

Jisung gasped. "That was an accident! I didn't mean to turn him purple!"

"And yet... it still happened."

Jisung huffed, crossing his arms. "Well, maybe if someone trusted me more, things like that wouldn't happen."

Minho smirked. "Oh, I trust you... with smaller things. Like, I don't know, maybe a spoon."

Jisung narrowed his eyes. "One day, I'm gonna teleport a couch, and you'll be sorry."

Minho laughed. "I'll believe it when I see it, Sungie. Until then, let's keep the kitchen free of floating eggs, alright?"

To be continued...

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