After the concert, Minho stayed at my place, we cuddled up for tonight. It was cozy and even tho, I was still a bit drunk, I realized it and I enoyed it so much, I probably don't want to sleep without Minho by my side.

The next day I woke up with something tickling my nose. I am not really a morning person, so I just turned, trying to get away from the source of disturbment.

"Five more minutes...", I mumbled.

"Baby, it's already 2 p.m.", a raw voice whispers back, making my eyes shoot open. I turned around excited: "Minho-Hyung."

I crawled into his lap and hugged him like a koala. It feels wonderful to wake up next to him. It feels so right, like this is the only way it belongs.

"Minho..."

"Hmm...? What is it, baby?"

"I think I love you."

The first reaction I got was silence and I have to say it scared me for a second, but then he hugged me even tighter and pressed a small kiss against my forehead.

"I love you too, Hannie!"

My heart thumps.

"You mean it?"

"Of course! How can you even doubt that, after I went to a rock concert with you, even though I hate concerts! And let me tell you, I would do it again, for you."

I smirk.

"You mean for the exciting blowjob."

Minho blushed wildly.

"Let me get my coffee first, I am not ready for that perverted ass."

He tries to stand up, but I ignored it and did not move a single bit, giggling on his lap.

"Hannie, I need coffee."

"And I need you."

He blushed again, but this time he concentrated fast again and tried to death stare me down. The he stands up with me and carries me around, placing me on my kitchen counter, before making a coffee for himself.

He turned around, leaning at the cupboard. No one of us says a word, the only source of sound being the coffee machine.

The coffee finishes and Minho takes his cup, then making two steps, towards me, now standing between my legs.

"You look cute."

He placed the cup on my left side, his right hand on the counter to my right and with his left one he messes with my morning hair.

"Cute lost or cute fuckable?", I ask biting my lips.

"You can never keep an situation romantic, or?", he chuckles, leaning his forhead against mine.

"I love you, Jisung."

"I love you too, Minho."

Our lips connect to a soft kiss.

A soft kiss, I do for once not want to intense.

A/N: I don'tknow what this 23 chapter thingie even was, but more infos in the ending info author chap you'll get tonight.