He Was My Moon- MINSUNG - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Jisung stepped into Minho's apartment, his eyes sweeping over the space with a soft smile. The place had a warm, modern vibe-minimalist yet cozy, like it belonged to someone who knew exactly what they liked.
"You have good taste," he said, genuinely impressed.
Minho smiled gently. "Thanks."
Reluctantly, he let go of Jisung's hand, glancing around. "They're hiding somewhere," he muttered, scanning the apartment for his cats.
Jisung giggled. "They'll come out when they're comfortable."
Minho nodded, standing back up. A beat of silence passed before he awkwardly mumbled, "You're really pretty, by the way." His eyes darted away like he hadn't meant to say it out loud.
Jisung's breath hitched. His heart pounded so hard he was sure Minho could hear it.
"You're really pretty too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Minho smiled as he plopped down onto his couch, and Jisung followed, settling beside him.
"We're still in these stupid onesies. We probably look so dumb," Jisung laughed, tugging at the fabric.
Minho chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, well... yours looks cute, though."
Jisung turned bright red. "Yours looks cute too. You look like a bunny."
Minho raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Are you just saying that because I said you look like a squirrel?"
Jisung burst into even louder laughter. "No, I mean it."
Minho just shook his head, smiling to himself.
Jisung smiled softly, reaching for Minho's hand again as he shifted a little closer.
"I feel really warm around you," he admitted, knowing how crazy it might sound. But it was true-even if they had just met.
Minho's cheeks flushed, his gaze locking onto Jisung's with a look so genuine, so full of something unspoken, that it made Jisung's breath hitch. A stare you can't fake.
"It's stupid because I just met you," Minho murmured, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. "But... I feel the same way."
Jisung squeezed his hand. "I don't think it's stupid. It's beautiful."
Minho turned back to him, his eyes holding that same softness, that same quiet fondness.
"You're beautiful," he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Jisung's heart stuttered. He shifted even closer, their knees brushing.
"Thanks..." he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Minho smiled, shifting even closer until there was barely any space between them.
Slowly, he lifted his other hand, gently cupping Jisung's cheek, his thumb brushing over his soft skin.
Jisung felt like he was melting under Minho's touch, his heartbeat pounding so loudly he was sure Minho could hear it.
Minho's voice was barely above a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"
Jisung swallowed, his breath hitching as he nodded.
"Yeah..."
Minho gulped, his gaze flickering between Jisung's eyes and his lips.
Closer.
His heart pounded as he leaned in, his breath mixing with Jisung's. There was a moment of hesitation-just a second-before he finally closed the distance.
The kiss was soft, almost hesitant at first, like they were both afraid to break whatever delicate thing had just formed between them. But as Jisung leaned in just a little more, Minho did too, their lips moving together in a slow, gentle rhythm.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate.
It was new, unfamiliar-but somehow, it felt familiar, like they had been waiting for this moment long before they ever met.
Minho's thumb brushed against Jisung's cheek again, as if memorizing the warmth of his skin. Jisung let out a shaky breath against his lips, his hand moving to Minho's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat that matched his own.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, eyes still closed, breaths mingling in the quiet space between them.
Jisung was the first to smile.
"That was..." he whispered, unable to find the words.
"Yeah," Minho breathed, his lips curling up. "Me too."
Neither of them moved away. Neither of them wanted to. Because in that moment, everything felt right.
Just as the warmth of the moment settled between them, a small weight landed on the couch.
A cat gracefully jumped onto Minho's lap, curling up as if it had been there all along.
"Oh, hi Soonie," Minho chuckled, his voice soft as he ran his fingers through the cat's fur.
Jisung smiled, watching the way Minho's entire face lit up with affection. Something about it made his heart swell even more.
"Can I pet him too?" he asked, glancing up at Minho.
Minho nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course."
Jisung reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing over Soonie's soft fur. The cat purred instantly, leaning into his touch, and Jisung laughed softly.
"He likes you," Minho murmured, watching Jisung with an unreadable expression.
Jisung looked up, their eyes meeting again. "I think I like him too."
Minho smiled, his hand absentmindedly resting over Jisung's. "Yeah... me too."
And so, the night stretched on, filled with laughter, quiet conversations, and the warmth of something new.
They talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories, dreams, and little pieces of themselves that had never felt so easy to give away before. Jisung found himself mesmerized by the way Minho spoke, the way his eyes shone when he talked about dancing, about his love for music, about his cats.
Minho, in turn, found himself drawn to Jisung's energy-the way he laughed so freely, the way his voice softened when he talked about his dreams, the way he somehow made Minho feel like he'd known him forever.
Between playful teasing, shared smiles, and hands brushing together without hesitation, something beautiful was taking shape-something fragile yet undeniable.
Neither of them said it out loud, but they both felt it.
Something was growing between them.
And neither of them wanted the night to end.