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Lixie

felix did you finish

the chem hw?

nope did u

fuck no

shoulve assumed haha

stfu <3

wna come over and finish it?

sure be there in 10

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Minho let the phone that clung in his hands fall softly against his mattress.

With a small sigh, Minho lifted himself up from his sprawled position and grabbed onto the bedside table for support. An eventual calmness settled in his mind when he stood, allowing the routine post-dizziness to dispel.

He reached for the backpack beside him and hoisted it over one of his shoulders. Minho’s neck protested at the weight added to his frame, and inwardly, cursing his language teacher for insisting on carrying around the unnecessary textbooks.

Curiously, Minho found himself wondering if Felix would want him to spend the night. After a second of consideration, he prematurely shoved a change of clothes to the depths of his backpack.

Minho doesn’t normally need to ask to stay over, it was more of a casual, ‘I don’t feel like walking home,’ and the two mutually agree that it would benefit Minho to sleep over. 

This afternoon would likely be no different.

-

He arrived at Felix’s house a little later than the 10 minutes he had promised, the delay attributed due to an impromptu stop at the store. The ramen shop around the corner seemed to be calling his name, and Minho was a man of constant hunger. He could not resist. 

Plus, Minho made the assumption that Felix was equally just as hungry.

Felix let him in the door after a few seconds of knocking, and welcomed him in with a smile, stepping out of the way and turning on his heel to walk toward his room. Minho clicked the door shut and locked it, trailing behind Felix by a few feet. 

Minho watched as Felix flopped onto the bed, his bleached-blonde hair falling behind his head on the white sheets. The boy sighed loudly, muttering something about being exhausted, but Minho was more focused on getting the small to-go containers from the plastic bag without dropping them. 

He set one of the styrofoam containers on the bedside table, and took the other one for himself, cupping it in his hands as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Felix had never minded eating in his room, strangely enough, the two had done it a lot. 

It was just easier. 

“Got ramen.” Minho finally spoke, which seemed to pique Felix’s interest, because the blonde immediately sat up and flicked his eyes to Minho, who gestured to the surface where it sat.

“Min, you're a life-saver, for real.” Felix preached, leaving Minho to simply respond with a small chuckle and a humored roll of his eyes. The two fell into a semi-silent comfort, the only sound emitting being the slurps of the noodles and the squeak of their hands on the styrofoam. 

When finished, they found themselves splayed across the bed, both on their stomachs, bickering about a specific question that they disagreed on. Felix groaned loudly, “it’s obviously b, because this is a molecule, you’re not carrying the 2 from this equation,” he gestured obnoxiously at the paper, causing an annoyed sigh to exit Minho’s mouth.

Minho ran a hand through his hair and let out a loud groan, flipping onto his back, laying his head on his homework. “I hate chem, I’m not finishing this.” He finally said, even though they had barely got past the fourth question.

“You’re gonna fail!” Felix smacked him softly, “Your grade’s gonna plummet man, and the test is coming up next week, you’re done.” 

Minho shrugged, shaking his head in disbelief, “whatever.” Felix sighed in defeat, presumably giving up any attempt to convince Minho otherwise, and he too, flipped on his back.

With that, a loud clack was heard from the main room, and Minho’s eyes flicked through the open bedroom door, where he could see the front entryway. Following the noise, a man emerged, a cheeky smirk on his face,  his hair a peachy pink, with his natural black roots showing through. 

The boy was wearing a black t-shirt which looked too big on him, and some baggy gray jeans. “Who’s-” Minho started, before also noticing that following the boy, was a girl, with bright blonde hair, giggling to herself as he pulled her inside, their hands clasped together.

Felix tilted his head, a small questioning hum emerging from his lips, “Hmm..?” His head lolled to the side, cheek on the pillow as Minho flicked his eyes back to his friend. 

“Do you have a roommate?” Minho asked him, sounding almost astounded that he didn’t already know. 

“Oh, that’s my brother Jisung, did I never tell you I had a brother?” 

Felix’s reply was blank, bordering on confusion for even his own words. Minho shook his head in response before redirecting his attention back to the door. Yet, Jisung and the girl had vanished, leaving only the distinct sound of a door clicking shut.

“Huh, oops, yeah, brother.” Felix sputtered out, laying back on his outstretched arms, his hands cupping his head with a yawn. 

“Who’s that girl he’s with?” Minho sat up, criss crossing his legs and turning his body to face Felix. “Girl..? Oh– No clue.” Felix shrugged, his dark pupils scanning Minho's face, almost with a strange ‘why do you care’ kind of look. 

Leaning back, Minho kept his legs crossed while resting his head back on the pillow, simply humming in acknowledgment. So Felix has had a brother this whole time, and they lived together? Even Minho was surprised at his own density. 

Frankly, for the whole six months they’ve known each other, Minho couldn’t remember Felix ever bringing up Jisung’s name . Minho left the situation with no blame settled, riding on the fact that Felix had no obligation to tell him about his family members.

Still, Minho felt a wave of curiosity run through him. Who was Jisung? – And why did Felix not mention him at all until today?

-

After a long, painful week of studying for midterm tests, as well as taking them, Minho was finally free. Fall break. He was already looking forward to the bittersweet nine days where school had no need to even cross his mind. 

To his pleasure, Minho surprisingly didn’t do terribly on the chemistry test, a B- was pretty solid, even for him. 

Felix had already called Minho, preaching about the possibility of celebrating the two of them passing the test, as well as just to hang out. 

Minho was all on board, of course, practically racing over there as quickly as possible, simply wanting to be away from his obnoxious roommates who were also, as he assumed, partying.

-

When he arrived at Felix’s house, he found the blonde sitting on the sofa, snacking on what seemed like popcorn, one hand stuffed in the metal bowl, while the other was outstretched, holding a remote and surfing through movies on the TV. His head turned and he greeted Minho with a small smile, waving him over with the same hand that held the remote. 

Making his way to the back of the couch, Minho leaned over the top of it, holding himself up with his forearms. He reached his hand into the bowl, taking a handful of popcorn and stuffing his mouth with it, brushing his dark hair from his face with his other hand. 

Immediately he scrunched his face in disgust, spitting the food back into his hand, not caring how unsanitary it was, “ ew dude, kettle corn?” He hissed, voice laced with disgust. “What? It’s good!” Felix defended himself, voice slightly muffled as a result of being caught while chewing. 

“Whatever, you’re weird.” Minho brought his spit and kettle corn covered hand to the trashcan and dumped it in, head only turning back to Felix as he saw the blonde flip him off from the sofa, though his eyes stayed focused on the TV.

Minho moved to the sink and washed his hands, noticing a few bottles sitting on the counter, “This your alcohol?” Minho raised his voice slightly, making sure Felix could hear him over the sound of the sink.

“You bet! I said we were partying, did I not?” Felix responded, his voice almost too enthusiastic. Minho scoffed lightheartedly and picked up both of the bottles with one hand, and also grabbed two glasses from the counter. 

Hands full, he made his way to the sofa, sitting adjacent to Felix, while setting the bottles and glasses down on the coffee table in front of them. 

The two eventually fell into their normal routine, chatting away about small things, before eventually picking something to watch. They landed on a stupid romcom movie about two strangers who meet on a drive together to a new city, and keep running into each other. 

They had picked it for the sole reason to make fun of it, but embarrassingly, they found themselves genuinely engrossed in the plot, though neither of them would admit it. After it was done, Minho realized in surprise they had already finished one whole bottle, and most of the second one.

“Damn, we downed that shit,” Minho laughed, his head leaning back, sinking into the plush of the couch. “Mhm..” Felix responded with a small ‘hic!’ The two of them knew that Felix was more of a lightweight than Minho was, but now it was painfully obvious. 

Minho turned his head, looking at Felix who seemed out of it, his head slumped on his own shoulder, lips parted slightly.

It wasn’t that Minho couldn’t feel the tip of the alcohol, he definitely could. It left his tongue slightly stinging from the taste, along with a fuzz that he felt in his head. Which is exactly why the loud sound of the door unlocking didn’t necessarily startle him this time, but it did cause Minho to turn his head around in curiosity.

Once again, the same guy emerged from the door, Jisung. The man looked the same, a smug smile playing on his lips as his eyes turned to face something, or someone. Because behind him, yet another girl followed.

However, Minho noticed, she wasn’t the same girl from last week. This girl had long red hair, curled slightly at the ends. Strange. He thought to himself. Jisung’s head turned around, his eyes falling on Minho. 

His gaze was strong, stronger than Minho had originally assumed. Jisung had dark brown eyes, similar to his own, but he seemed to loom over Minho. 

Minho watched as Jisung looked away, only to turn to the girl’s ear, and mutter something to her. After a few seconds, she giggled and nodded, turning and walking away, towards the hallway. Minho decided that he should probably stop staring, and he turned to face Felix, opening his mouth as he began to form a word.

He stopped himself however, when he realized that Felix was long gone, slumped on his side, head flopped on the couch cushion, fast asleep, a bit of drool leaking from his mouth. Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “lightweight. ” 

He almost jumped as a figure appeared on his right, making its way around the couch and toward the coffee table. He realized soon enough that it was Jisung, as he should’ve guessed originally. Minho’s eyes focused on Jisung as he examined the messy table, and then picked up the bottle bringing it to his lips. 

Minho sat up in protest, “Hey! S’mine.” He hissed, voice slurring as his hand clutched the armrest beside him. Jisung only eyed him as he downed the bottle, not giving a response as Minho ached as the last of the alcohol disappeared in front of him. The bottle left Jisung’s lips, exerting a sigh from the boy, Minho’s eyes focused as he wiped his lips with his sweater sleeve. 

Jisung set the bottle down on the table, rather hard, though his expression didn’t show anything , it just looked blank. “Not anymore.” He bleakly spoke, eyes flicking to Minho’s. 

He furrowed his brow in protest, “you could’ve at least asked, jerk.” Minho crossed his arms, leaning back once more, how annoying.  

Jisung’s eyebrows raised only slightly at the word, but reverted in a matter of seconds. Jisung scoffed, already moving away, crossing in front of the table, “Not that you needed it anyways.” 

Those words made Minho strangely more angry than they should’ve, the boy was right, he probably didn’t need anymore, but still, he should’ve asked before fucking drinking the whole rest of the bottle. 

“Mmh kay, well fuck you then.” Minho slurred out, realizing that now he was falling accustomed to the drunken haze of his mind that seemed to be kicking in at this very moment.

Who was he to tell this random stranger to go fuck himself? Especially one that was definitely stronger than he was. In response, Jisung’s head snapped back to Minho, who sat with his chin pointing down, looking up at Jisung with furrowed brows and a scowl on his face. A small chuckle came from Jisung’s lips, sounding almost amused.

He turned around, making his way past Felix’s knees and moving to stand over Minho on the couch. Minho stared up at him, eyes narrowed in an angry expression. 

What he didn’t expect however, was Jisung leaning down over him, slotting a knee on the right of Minho’s thigh, beside the armrest, and placing a hand beside his head, the dark pupils of his eyes crazed.

His other hand moved to grip the base of Minho’s chin, pulling it upward to face him. “What did you say to me?” He hissed, voice low and dangerous, leaving a hot breath of air on Minho’s face. Minho tilted his head slightly, lip curling in an almost disgusted expression.

“S’said, fuck you. ” 

He spat out, his voice almost a whisper, laced with hatred to – essentially – the stranger, his words slurred. Jisung simply stared at Minho from under his grasp for a few seconds, eyes fiery. 

Then, he let go of him aggressively, standing up fully once again, a small smile creeping onto his lips that made Minho shiver. “I could fuck you up right now, but I have someone waiting for me. ” His eyes narrowed, head tilted in warning. 

Without letting Minho say anything, he stepped over Felix’s legs and made his way to the same hallway that the girl had gone into. Minho heard the loud sound of a door shutting, before sighing loudly. 

He almost messed up, bad. 

How would Felix have reacted if Minho woke up beside him covered in bruises? “Fucking asshole.” He hissed under his breath, head leaning back against the couch once again with an exasperated huff.

Also what the hell was that reaction? Minho wondered to himself, hand threading through his dark hair in thought, slightly tugging on it almost as if it would make him understand.

It didn’t. 

With a scoff, Minho stood up, eyes landing on Felix, who sighed softly in his sleep. He couldn’t help but smile warmly at him, the blonde slept so peacefully, it was almost as if nothing in the world was wrong. If only that’s really how things could be, Minho hopelessly pleaded, the thought leaving an ache in his chest. He frowned, pressing his lips together, realizing the boy looked too settled to be woken. 

Minho reached for the blanket that was draped on the top of the couch, pulling it over Felix’s sleeping frame. Once it covered him fully, Minho nodded with satisfaction, before walking to Felix’s room, down the same hallway Jisung and the girl had gone down.

Minho shut the door behind him, flopping down in Felix’s bed. He was sure that his friend wouldn’t mind if he slept in it tonight, it seemed stupid to sleep on the floor when there was a soft bed simply welcoming him in. 

He sat up realizing that he was still wearing his jeans. Annoyed, Minho stood, pulling his jeans off so he was left only in his boxers, debating whether to leave the room to go get his bag from the living room. He made his decision when he fell back onto the bed, exhaustion washing over him, most likely from the alcohol.

Pulling the covers over him, Minho sighed loudly, turning on his side and shutting his eyes. Strangely, he wasn’t welcomed with the normal silence he experienced when staying over at Felix’s house.

Instead, what he heard was faint, but it was definitely there. A small “Fuck!” followed by a moan, and then a fairly loud groan. 

Minho’s face twisted in confusion for a moment, his eyes snapping open. What was that? 

He stopped his breathing to listen, and he made the decision that his drunken mind wasn't making up the sounds at all. He heard them again, louder this time, a string of moans, a few low grunts and gasps, curses following them. Then, it hit him, Minho realized that he was listening to Jisung and that girl.  

What the fuck? 

And now, for god’s sake, the sounds were the only thing Minho could hear. Suddenly, he wasn’t tired anymore. “ Shit .” Minho groaned, annoyed at his mind for fucking him over like this, making him painfully aware of what was going on only a room away. 

But for some reason, he couldn’t stop imagining Jisung and her.

It was fucking hell, actually. He blamed the thoughts on his drunken state, of course, but it was annoying that he was even thinking about it. The sounds were painfully louder now, the two probably assumed that both he and Felix had fallen asleep on the couch, out of ears range and passed out. 

God, Minho wishes he was.

Because it seemed for every moan the girl let out, he imagined the sight of Jisung behind her, groaning in her ear and fucking her senseless. 

-

Minho didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. He stayed painfully awake for what Minho’s sleep-deprived brain classified as an eternity . His mood definitely did not improve when he awoke to the blinding light of the morning sun, peeking through the blinds. Felix’s blinds must’ve been manufactured poorly, or maybe he just didn’t shut them properly, because it was so goddamn bright in the room.

Groaning loudly, Minho realized that he probably wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep. Turning on his stomach, he fumbled his hand around on the side table, desperately searching for his phone, only to realize that he had left it out in the living room from the night before.

He let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up slowly. He groggily walked out of the room, t-shirt bunched up and askew around his waist. 

Mind still clouded with exhaustion, he somehow made his way to the couch, eyes landing on a still-sleeping Felix, a pang of jealousy surging through him at the fact that he wasn’t sleeping soundly like his friend was. Finally finding his phone, he turned it on, squinting at the bright light of the screen. 8:32 am. “Fuck.” He sighed under his breath, it was definitely much earlier than he had wanted to wake up on a Saturday.  

Cracking his neck and stretching slightly, he pulled himself to the kitchen, phone still in his hand as he mindlessly scrolled through his messages, responding to a few friends who had asked him what he got on his tests. Minho rubbed his eyes again, yawning as he made his way to the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it up with tap water, because god he was thirsty.

It was only after downing the entire glass that it finally caught up with him, a sharp pain that stabbed into his head and made him groan with pain and curse under his breath. 

Right, the alcohol. He remembered, setting the glass down fairly hard on the counter, pressing his palms to his eyes, attempting anything possible to mask the pain.

As soon as he began to see stars, Minho removed his hands, blinking away the bright white lights that flickered in his vision for a few moments. However, a small sound emerged from behind him, causing Minho to sharply turn his body around, eyes widening as he was greeted by the one thing he didn’t want to see.

Before him, sitting at the counter on one of the stools was Jisung, his index finger and thumb loosely holding a spoon over a bowl of cereal, staring straight at Minho with a slightly amused look on his face. Minho could only open his mouth in surprise, how had he not heard him earlier?

“Fuck, how long have you been there?” He ran his fingers through his hair, an embarrassed look plastered on his face. Jisung slightly grinned, before turning his attention back to his cereal, “whole time.” He simply responded, taking a bite of his food. Minho couldn’t find it in him to come up with something to say, so he simply hissed under his breath and turned back around.

“You look tired.” Minho heard Jisung’s voice again. It was only now that he realized how much lower it sounded than it did last night, more raspier, he must’ve just woken up. Minho silently grit his teeth, Jisung must know that he kept Minho up.  

After a few seconds, he spoke, “I am.” He grumbled out dryly, occupying himself in getting actual filtered water to drink this time, pulling open the fridge. He felt the cold air pass over him, almost shivering. Wondering why he was so cold and then– Oh. 

Looking down, Minho realized that he was still in his boxers, fucking speaking to someone while in his boxers. “Shit.” Minho cursed under his breath, the temperature of his face rising as an embarrassed flush passed over him. Jisung seemed to hear this, because a small noise emitted from his mouth, sounding awfully entertained. Fuck him, fuck Jisung, fucking prick. 

His mind endlessly spat insults as he shut the fridge door loudly, hearing the clinking of bottles together at the force. He blamed his embarrassment solely on Jisung, though technically, it wasn’t his fault. 

Minho just needed a reason to be angry at him. Jisung’s amused tone egged him on, turning the heat on the boiling pot of water that was Minho’s temper.

“Y’know I’ve got pants if you need some.” Jisung grinned evilly, lips almost pouting as he leaned on his hand. Minho narrowed his eyes, still incredibly embarrassed. 

“Fuck you asshole.” He said, storming out of the kitchen, simply hearing a small tsk from Jisung’s mouth. Minho scooped up his backpack on the way back to Felix’s room, shutting the door tightly and pulling his pair of sweatpants from the bag. He quickly slipped them on, and then fell onto his back on the bed.

Jisung hadn’t even made a comment beforehand, he only did when he realized that Minho was embarrassed about it, which made it ten times worse. 

The boy who he tried to stand up against last night for drinking his booze saw him – unknowingly, if that was even possible – in his boxers, how goddamn embarrassing. Minho thought, placing his hands over his eyes.

-

Felix had woken up a whole three hours after Minho did.

The sound of the door opening caused Minho’s eyes to pry away from his phone, shifting on his side to face Felix as he emerged in the bedroom doorway. “..Mm, Morning.” Felix muttered, shuffling across the floor and flopping down face-first on the bed. “You sleep well?” Minho muttered, raising a brow. 

“Guess so.. But fuck my head hurts.” Felix whined, flipping on his back to mirror Minho. And this man is twenty five. Minho thought silently to himself, shaking his head in an amused manner at his best friend’s immaturity. 

“It goes away after a while.” Minho turned his head to the side facing Felix who had his eyes locked on the ceiling. He watched as Felix’s eyebrows furrowed, before turning to face him as well, a confused look on his face.

“Wait– How long have you been up?” 

“--’Bout three hours.” Minho scratched his head, face blank in comparison to Felix who appeared more shocked than Minho expected. “But you always sleep in!” He expressed loudly, shifting up on his elbows, before Minho shot him an unamused, yet lighthearted look. 

“Not today I guess.” He shrugged meekly.

Felix nodded in response, pulling his phone from his pocket before putting it back down, looking at Minho with bright eyes, as if he’s got the biggest idea in the world. And to Felix, he probably thinks it is, because he follows with an excited expression, “wanna just stay here? You could spend the night again.” 

Normally, Minho would have agreed right away, anything to get away from his nasty roommates, but today, he found himself hesitating for one reason. Jisung. But the way Felix was pleading at him, it seemed to brush the worry away. “Okay.” He said, smiling softly, though it didn’t feel genuine.

-

Luckily, the two had spent most of the day out and about, checking out a few new stores in town and eating a ton of snacks. Minho was simply glad to be out of that house, not wanting to look Jisung in the eyes ever again. He was embarrassed just thinking about it, after being seen like that.

Honestly, part of him felt like he was kind of overreacting. Was it really that bad? Like, what guy hasn’t seen another guy in his boxers, right? Eventually, that’s what Minho coaxed himself into believing, giving himself a sense of relief after working himself up for most of the day. And after what seemed like he would never get over it, he was able to relax and just spend the day with his best friend.

The outing was fun, Minho had to admit. He doesn’t think he’d laughed so hard in his life with one person. As the sun began to set, the two agreed it would probably be best to head back to Felix’s house, his head buzzing with a warm happiness, satisfied. It was a good day.

However, when the two returned to Felix’s apartment, everything flipped. Felix unlocked the door with his key, after fumbling with it for a while. Minho rolled his eyes as he watched the boy struggle. Finally, he figured it out, and swung the door open. Minho heard a small “Ugh” emit from Felix’s lips, and Minho cocked his head to figure out what caused the reaction.

Felix had already moved away, setting the things they had purchased on the kitchen counter and unpacking it, but Minho’s gaze however, fell a few feet ahead. Before him, on the couch, was Jisung, and the same red-haired girl from last night. 

The girl was underneath him, her hands wrapped lazily around his neck as he licked into her mouth, the two making out harshly, loud smacking sounds emitting from their lips. Not only that, but Jisung was grinding down on the girl, pulling small moans from her lips, barely audible through their enclosed mouths.

Minho’s lip curled up in disgust, opening his mouth to spit something about them needing to get a room, but no words emitted as his gaze met Jisung’s. While kissing the girl, Jisung stared straight at him over the back of the couch, only leaving her lips to grin widely at Minho, before turning his gaze away and returning to her once again.

Fucking asshole.

Minho slammed the door loudly behind him, finally turning his gaze away, deciding to not say anything. Following the sound, a high-pitched yelp emitted from the couch, presumably from the girl. Minho walked over to the counter as he heard her murmur something incoherent to Jisung in an embarrassed tone. 

After a few moments, he watched Jisung walk into his peripheral vision, carrying the girl away. She must’ve not realized we got home. Minho assumed, groaning softly, “Fucking gross.” He muttered under his breath. 

Beside him, Felix shrugged, “That’s my brother for you.” 

Minho rolled his eyes, what a prick.  

At least now, it seemed to confirm his suspicions from this morning. That Jisung knew that the sounds from last night had kept him up. The thought sent an angered jolt down Minho’s spine, clenching his jaw tighter.

“Minho?”

Felix’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Huh?” He muttered, looking up from where he was boring a hole into the countertop. “I asked if you wanted to watch something.” Felix tilted his head, raising a brow. 

“Oh.” Minho chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah sure.” He nodded, moving over to the couch, with Felix trailing behind him, both flopping down in their normal spots. Minho couldn’t help but notice that he was sitting in the same spot that Jisung and the girl had been making out over. Gross.

He shifted away slightly, sighing as he leaned his head back against the cushion, pulling his legs up and crossing them on the sofa. Felix decided on watching an action movie that Minho didn’t really have an interest in, but nonetheless, he didn’t have an opinion. 

About an hour into the movie, Minho looked over to his left, realizing that Felix had fallen asleep. Jeez, is he just tired all the time? Minho scoffed quietly, pausing the movie and turning the TV off. They might as well go to bed, it was fairly late anyways. 

Minho scooped Felix up in his arms with only the smallest amount of struggle, carrying him to his room and softly setting him down on the bed. He then moved to grab the poorly rolled up sleeping bag in the closet that he used whenever he slept over. After spreading it across the floor, he climbed into the warmth, fluttering his eyes shut.

Not again.

God damnit.

As soon as he heard it, Minho felt his blood begin to boil. Moans, again, the same sounds from last night. He aggressively sat up, muttering a small “Fuck,” under his breath. They were louder tonight. Much louder.

Through the wall, – Since he was closer tonight, as a result of him not being on the bed, – he could hear everything clearly. 

Every moan, every curse, every word, every pet name. Speech littered with “baby” and “fuck” and “shit.” Along with the sound of nonstop moaning, which made Minho wonder, can it really be that good?

At some point, while he fought his body to fall asleep, he heard commotion from the other side of the wall. A loud shout that sounded like a girl’s voice. Then, the slam of a door, then another slam. What the hell just happened? Minho propped himself up on his elbows, tilting his head in curiosity, trying to hear more, but nothing followed. 

After a few minutes of silence, he heard a low voice mutter, “Fuck.”

That must be Jisung. He assumed, did the girl storm out? He felt strangely curious about it, his sleep deprived mind spinning in circles, happy to at least have some peace and quiet. But soon, the silence was interrupted. A groan. And then another. And then an exhale.

And then a soft moan.

Was–

Wait what the fuck?

Minho’s mind snapped to it immediately. Was he overhearing Jisung get himself off? He felt a twist in his stomach, mentally trying to decide if it was from disgust, or something else . He sat up, climbing out of his sleeping bag to sit against the wall, his exhausted mind grossly curious if his assumptions were correct.

Then he heard another moan, a little louder this time, and fuck, was it different to hear then those annoying groans he overheard tonight and the night before. Minho swallowed hard as he leaned his head back against the wall, the sound of Jisung’s soft gasps and moans causing a strange, warm sensation to creep through his stomach. 

Without thinking, Minho slid a hand down his stomach, to his crotch. Pulling his hand underneath his sweatpants, he began to lightly palm himself through his boxers, realizing that he was already half-hard. What the fuck am I doing? Minho sighed, pulling his eyes shut, but he didn’t stop himself.

It was frankly unbelievable, the fact that Minho was seeking pleasure from the sound of Jisung getting himself off. The thought made his head swirl in confusion, and quite frankly, it felt better than normal, almost more intimate. It was wrong, dangerous, risky.

Because sure, he’ll do it occasionally with just himself, but it was more this time, for the sole reason that just a few feet away, only separated by a wall, was Jisung, who didn’t even know that he was doing this. It felt gross, even, but fuck it was good.

At this point, Minho had pulled his knees up to his chest, hiding his now revealed dick, out of view if Felix was to wake up. He had his head leaned on his knees, one hand sliding up and down on his cock, while the other rested on his knees, underneath his forehead. 

He clutched his sweatshirt sleeve in his teeth, hard, in order to hide the noises he was making, the only audible thing being the shaking breaths he released from his nose.

Jisung’s moans did not stop either, softly pouring out every few seconds. And eventually, began to increase in volume and frequency. He must be close. Minho assumed, swallowing hard at the thought. He increased his own pace, biting his sleeve harder so that all he could taste was thick, wet cotton. 

Eventually, he heard one last moan from the other side of the wall, and then a soft sigh. From the picture in his mind, of Jisung sitting on his bed with his cock between his fingers, cum dripping on his thighs, Minho came in his hand, hard. His mind clouded with white, stomach swirling with hot fire. After a few seconds of panting, he began to get hit with the realization of the situation. 

What the fuck did he just do?

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To his surprise, Minho was able to sleep from just the exhaustion of getting himself off, ignoring his racing mind in an attempt to push away the embarrassment of what he had done. 

Emerging from a dreamless sleep, Minho was hit with the painfully familiar beaming light that enveloped Felix’s bedroom. Almost in a vampire fashion, Minho hissed quietly under his breath and shut his eyes almost immediately. 

Minho aggressively rubbed his eyelids for a solid five seconds before dragging them open, blinking away the post-sleep fog that clouded his brain.

He sat up, back slightly aching from sleeping on the hardwood, even through the layer of quilt the sleeping bag provided. Minho allowed himself to stretch weakly before climbing out of the sleeping bag, bringing himself to his feet. His eyes scanned the bed, but Felix wasn’t anywhere to be found. He must have woken up already.  

After emerging from the room, Minho found Felix in the kitchen, standing at the edge of the counter peeling an orange, his tongue between his teeth in concentration. Minho laughed softly at the sight, before sliding into one of the bar stools, bringing his arms onto the counter and leaning forward. “Morning.” He groggily spoke, voice raspier than usual.

Felix’s eyes snapped up almost immediately, face brightening as he met Minho’s gaze, “oh, morning!” He chirped brightly. Minho raised a brow at his beaming mood, but shrugged it off. “Wanna orange?” Felix asked, picking up an unpeeled orange that sat on the counter beside the half-peeled one. Minho felt his stomach rumble eagerly and he nodded in response. Felix threw the orange to him.

He too, began to focus on the orange, somehow managing to finish peeling it before Felix even finished his. Minho let out a small sigh as he tasted the sweet insides. A twinge of relief passed through him as he ate. Minho was relieved that he hadn’t seen Jisung at all that morning. 

Frankly, he was unsure what he would do if he even looked at Jisung. 

Probably die from embarrassment.  

Minho found himself silently cursing himself under his breath, mind still attempting to wrap around an exact reason why he had done what he did last night. 

He landed on the fact that he was probably desperate, desperate for any type of touch. It had been a while, but it was strange that he jerked off to Jisung’s voice of all people. The boy who had gotten on his nerves since he first met him.

Minho decided that it was only because Jisung had a nice voice.

That’s all. 

-

Minho and Felix ate in a comfortable silence for a while, finishing up their morning snack fairly quickly. Minho watched as Felix leaned on the counter, tilting his head before questioning him, “you planning on heading home today?” He asked, not in a pressuring manner, seemingly just wondering out loud. 

Minho only shrugged in response, “might shower first, then go home.” He had always liked Felix’s shower more than his own.

Felix gave a curt nod, standing up and making his way to the sofa. Minho watched as he hoisted himself over the back, flopping down on the cushion with a small oof from the blonde. Minho followed suit, though instead of sitting, he walked over to Felix’s room.

When he reached it, he went through his friend’s dresser for something to wear. Luckily, the two boys were about the same size, though Felix was a bit shorter than him. He ended up deciding on a larger long sleeved-shirt he was positive were once his, and a pair of gray shorts. 

Shuffling over to the hallway, Minho pulled out a towel from the closet, and then crossed to the bathroom just across the hall.

However, when approaching, he heard the sound of someone else already showering. “Damn it.” He muttered under his breath, annoyed at the poor timing. 

Jisung must have decided to take a shower at the exact same time he did. 

Slightly irritated, Minho found himself sliding down the wall opposite to the door, pulling his phone out from his pocket and mindlessly scrolling to pass the time.

Finally, after what felt like twenty minutes, Minho heard the water shut off, and then the shower door close. Eventually, the door handle turned and Jisung emerged from the bathroom, a small fog following him, presumably from the temperature of his shower. 

Minho used every muscle in his body to fight the urge to part his lips in surprise, because Jisung was so much more fit than he had assumed. His muscles were toned, while still being pretty skinny. 

His waist was smaller than normal, and below, a white plush towel was wrapped around his hips. The boy’s pink hair was darker now, beads of water pooling at the ends of his strands. A few pieces stuck to his forehead, but most of his hair messily fell around his eyes.

Jisung met Minho's gaze, but his expression did not change, he only stared at him for a solid two seconds while walking away. Minho stood up, eyes intently watching as Jisung disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him. Minho let out a rather loud breath before disappearing into the bathroom, warmth enveloping him. 

The mirrors were fogged up, as well as the shower door. He set his clothes and towel on the counter, while running his hands through his hair. 

Exhaling through his nose, he felt slightly relieved, glad that he didn’t make a fool of himself. 

Minho silently hoped that Jisung hadn’t noticed him somewhat checking him out, but how could he not?

Brushing that thought away, Minho climbed into the shower, a bit irked by the fact the tiles below his feet were still wet. He sighed loudly, turning up the hot water again, glad that there was still some left. 

-

After he finished up in the bathroom, Minho emerged, fully clothed, unlike someone. He grit his teeth while making his way back to Felix’s room, collecting his things and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He made his way to the living room, where Felix sat, engrossed in some weird animal documentary. Minho rolled his eyes, shuffling over to the couch.

“Gonna head home.” He finally said, after watching a few seconds of the TV. Felix’s head turned back sharply, seemingly startled by Minho’s sudden appearance. 

Minho flashed him a smile, before Felix responded, “M’kay, text me if you wanna hang out later this week,” and with that, the blonde turned his head around to absorb himself in the documentary once again. 

-

A few days later, Minho lay still in his bed, his phone in his hands, with Felix’s messages open. Even though the boy had told him to reach out, turns out he got impatient. Well, Minho was fairly sure he was Felix’s only friend anyways.

____________________________________________________________

 
Lixie

wna go to the movies? u can spend the

night after if u want

felix all we do at ur house is watch 

movies

then uh lets go like to the arcade or smth

____________________________________________________________

Minho found himself hesitating to respond. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he thought it was mostly due to a certain brother that his best friend had. Spending the night meant possibly more of Jisung he had to attempt to sleep through, and encountering the boy around the house, which he didn’t really want.

But he couldn’t help empathizing with his best friend, knowing that without Minho’s company, the blonde would probably spend the whole day rotting away on the couch, consuming useless media for hours on end. 

Minho let out a rather obnoxious groan, aggressively shifting onto his stomach and opening the messages app again.

____________________________________________________________

 
Lixie

wna go to the movies? u can spend the

night after if u want

felix all we do at ur house is watch 

movies

then uh lets go like to the arcade or smth

sure

omw now

____________________________________________________________

Sighing loudly, Minho collected his things, and brought an extra pair of clothes to change into, in case it turned into another double night, like it did earlier this week. 

He ended up wearing a pair of rather low rise black sweats, and a band t-shirt that was a little small on him, noticing how it hugged tightly on his shoulders.

On the walk there, he couldn’t help but feel almost anxious. He didn’t want to even look at Jisung. Silently, he prayed that Jisung wouldn’t even come out of his room. 

For the sole reason that Minho just felt weak around him, almost like there was some invisible power dynamic stemming from their first real interaction. And even though Minho was drunk during it, he seemed to remember every detail.

It was strange, to say the least. 

It was like a spell was cast on him, to make him permanently scared of this stupid boy that he had only known existed since less than a week ago. Looking at Jisung made his stomach turn, and even thinking about him made Minho’s head sting slightly. 

Plus, thinking about Jisung made Minho think about that night . Which caused an involuntary flip in his gut, sending him physical flashbacks. Minho knew that he was thinking wishfully, but he couldn’t help it.

He just didn’t want to see him again, ever.

-

To Minho’s relief, when he arrived at Felix’s house, Jisung was nowhere to be found. Felix greeted Minho with a small smile, already sliding his phone into his pocket. 

“I’m ready to go when you are,” Felix chirped, checking his watch, “We’ve got about three hours ‘till it closes.” 

Minho nodded in response, “M‘kay, you can wait out here, gonna put my bag down.” He dipped past the blonde, making his way over to Felix’s room. Carelessly, he set it on the hardwood beside the bed, taking a moment to yawn and pull his arms above his head in a stretch, before something crossed his ears.

Through the wall, he heard moans, once again. 

Was this guy just fucking obsessed with sex?  

Minho groaned rather loudly, cracking his knuckles as he walked toward the doorway, muttering under his breath, “ Fucking gross.” 

Strangely, after he spoke, the sounds stopped for a moment, and a moan was muffled, sounding almost involuntary, as if someone had placed a hand over the other’s mouth. Minho stopped in his tracks, listening, but no sounds emerged for the next ten seconds. 

Shaking his head in confusion, he heard an incoherent, muttered voice come from behind the door, which he could only assume was Jisung’s. 

The moans started again, extremely loud this time, almost obnoxious. Minho rolled his eyes in response, what an asshole. He moved out of the room, toward the doorway and met Felix, who looked almost bored as he stared down at his phone, “What took you so long?” The blonde droned out, and Minho was left to think of something.

He didn’t necessarily want to say something along the lines of, ‘ Oh not much, just that your brother is just extremely fucking loud when having sex and it distracted me, ‘ So he landed on a simple, “Nothing.”

Felix shrugged in response, muttering a small “Alright,” before stuffing his phone into his pocket. 

-

The boys spent the whole three hours until closing time in the arcade. To Minho’s dismay, he found that he wasn’t very familiar with any of the games there. So naturally, Felix crushed him at every single one. 

It was humiliating to say the least, but even if he got brutally beaten in stupid arcade games for three hours straight, the outing was still enjoyable. He’d never not appreciated Felix’s company, and Minho liked to compare him to a ball of sunshine, which always brought a wide grin to the blonde’s face.

Exhausted, the two headed back to Felix’s house, which seemed more like home than his own house did. It was strange how normal it was for him to be there. Minho was glad he was able to find such a sweet friend, someone that isn’t obnoxious and loud, or just outright fake. 

When they unlocked the door, the house was silent, to Minho’s surprise. He’d partially assumed that Jisung and whatever girl he had brought this time would still be going at it, but apparently he guessed wrong.

Felix yawned and Minho found him sliding over to his normal spot on the couch. Following him, he too sat down, watching Felix as he laid down on the armrest, legs scrunched up to his chest as he picked up the remote, beginning to endlessly surf the movie section.

“I’ll grab some snacks.” Minho pitched, and Felix mumbled an agreement, not bothering to open his mouth, which was squished against the couch cushion. Minho exhaled with amusement and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing an almost empty container of candy, and a bag of chips. 

He flopped back down on the couch leaning back onto the plush of one of the pillows he had propped up behind his head. He sighed loudly, half listening as Felix mindlessly rambled about which movie to pick, knowing that the blonde was mostly talking to himself.

After a while of back and forth, Felix put on a horror movie about a teenager and her friends taking on killers that were cursed upon their town. Horror movies never bugged Minho, at all actually. He didn’t find himself scared watching them, partly because he knew it was all faked anyways. 

Felix however, seemed to be the opposite. 

About thirty minutes into the movie, Minho glanced over his shoulder at Felix, who had one hand clutched tightly on the bag of chips, while the other gripped a pillow over his chest. 

 His eyes were widened, the bright light of the movie screen reflecting onto his paler face, illuminating it in the dark room. The sun had set a while ago, leaving only moonlight to peek through the windows.

Minho’s gaze shifted to Felix as the blonde pulled the remote from his lap to pause the movie at around the hour mark. To Minho’s eyes, it seemed almost as though Felix was trembling, the boy’s fingers shaking subtly around his grip on the pillow hugged against his chest.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom!” The blonde squeaked loudly, quickly emerging from his seat and rushing over to the hallway, Felix’s socks sliding on the hardwood as the door closed behind him. 

A small chuckle emitted from Minho’s lips, eyebrows raising in disbelief. With the newfound room on the couch, Minho turned his body around, stretching his legs out on the sofa.

Minho scanned the table, searching for the bag of chips, but it was nowhere to be found. He speculated that Felix had taken them into the bathroom. Minho couldn't help but scoff; after all, the movie they were watching wasn't even that scary. Maybe Felix was just sensitive to that kind of stuff.

After a few restless minutes, Minho grew weary of the stillness surrounding him and reached over to pluck the tin of candy from its resting place on the table and dragged it into his lap.

 Only three candies remained in the metal box, and Minho didn’t hesitate to pop one in his mouth. It was reasonably sour, delivering a sharp sting to his tongue, spit pooling behind his teeth in reaction. 

Though to Minho’s delight, after letting it rest for several seconds, a sweetness gradually seeped through the tang.

Popping the next one in his mouth when the previous had melted away, leaving a sweet residue that he swallowed down without a thought. Minho leaned his head back into the cushion, eyes focused on the ceiling as he swung his legs back around, his socks digging into the plush carpet below. 

The sound of a door clicking open echoed on Minho’s left, though he did not turn to see its origin, his mind falling into the assumption that it was a calmer Felix emerging from the bathroom.

However, what he didn’t expect to see, in the corner of his eye, was Jisung.

A wave of surprise passed over him as Minho gazed over the back of the couch, and he couldn't help but notice something markedly different— his hair . A deep shade of blue, as if freshly dyed, caught his attention. 

Huffing in mild disbelief, Minho turned his focus back to the tin of candy, only to realize that there was just one piece left

Before he was able to place the yellow colored sphere between his lips, Jisung’s voice emerged from behind him. 

“That’s mine.” 

Minho blinked in confusion, watching as Jisung walked around the couch to look at Minho, who still held the sphere between his fingers. 

Did he mean the candy?

“I bought it.” Jisung spoke, even, but low, his brows furrowed, meeting Minho’s gaze strongly. Grinning, Minho tilted his head slightly, a small ounce of anger seeping through his skin at just the sight of Jisung. 

“Oh yeah?” He muttered, his own voice falling lower, tone a tad bit more on the teasing side than he had originally imagined himself using. 

Then, Minho opened his mouth slowly, placing the candy on his tongue while looking up at Jisung, whose nostrils flared as he watched him. Minho shut his lips, enclosing the candy inside his mouth, the  lemon-lime flavor bursting on his taste buds almost immediately.

A displeased look crossed Jisung’s face, and Minho came to the realization that maybe the decision he made wasn’t the smartest.

In the blink of an eye, Jisung was over him, kneeling over Minho who sat in shock, mentally reacting to the grip of Jisung’s knees around his thighs while his brain stood to process it all. 

Jisung slid a warm hand to Minho’s chin and yanked down, the boy’s thumb tugging Minho’s bottom lip lower, forcibly prying his jaw open. Jisung’s other hand pushed against Minho’s right shoulder, pinning him against the couch, leaving Minho to only huff in surprise. 

What the fuck was happening?

Swiftly, Jisung leaned into Minho’s involuntarily opened jaw, pressing his lips to Minho’s as his tongue slipped into Minho’s mouth. In a quick moment, Minho felt the sensation of their tongues brushing together, and then, a weight leaving his mouth. 

Blinking in disbelief, he watched as Jisung climbed off him, holding the saliva-soaked candy between his teeth, his expression blank and unreadable. Minho’s mouth stayed agape, lips parted in a silent gasp. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He breathed out, eyes locked on Jisung’s, exhaling loudly through his nose.

Jisung simply tilted his head, raising his eyebrows with almost a look of disbelief, sliding the candy into his mouth with his tongue, “Told you, it’s my candy.” He smugly grinned, turning on his heel and leaving Minho there, face slightly flushed from surprise.

A few minutes later, Felix emerged from the bathroom, eyeing Minho weirdly, 

“What’s up with you?” He questioned, sitting down on the sofa, 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

Minho found the energy to turn his head, blinking himself out of the strange mind-prison he was trapped in, brain whirring with questions. “Oh, nothing.” He simply said, before turning back to the TV. 

Felix gave him a shrug, “M’kay.” 

Minho watched as Felix’s chin pointed down towards the table, and he couldn’t seem but notice the blonde’s eyes landing on the empty tin, “oh– Shit, I totally forgot that Jisung told me not to eat those.” Felix huffed, sounding a bit worried. Minho gave no response, eyes only boring holes in the tin.

“Hopefully he doesn’t kill you, if he mentions it, I’ll just tell ‘em I ate them.” Felix shrugged with a small laugh, leaning back into the couch nonchalantly.

Minho felt frozen, almost as if he was stuck inside a thick block of ice. He definitely didn’t kill me. Minho exhaled loudly, the memory crossing his mind once more. He might as well have, because all Minho could think about was the split second that their lips met, the force Jisung used on him, and the feeling of being pinned down in such a manner.

He shuddered, a flush creeping up his neck. 

Really, what the fuck was going on?

-

Minho had trouble sleeping that night.

Surprisingly this time, not due to any loud noises coming from the wall next to him, it was eerily silent. He assumed that the girl Jisung had brought over earlier was either sleeping in there, or had left a while ago. But for some reason, unbeknownst to him, Minho just could not fall asleep

Frustrated, he sat up in the sleeping bag, rubbing his head. Minho didn’t feel tired at all, he was practically more awake than he was during the day. He was painfully aware of the sounds of the house, the ac running, the walls creaking, the squeak of a tree branch scraping against the window.

It was extremely irritating.

Eventually, he climbed out of the sleeping bag after a lot of internal debate, leaving Felix’s bedroom with no sound. He kept the door open, shuffling across the carpet of the living room and going into the kitchen. Minho made his way to the fridge, opening the door in search of the water pitcher, and possibly something to eat. 

Taking the pitcher out of the fridge, he set it down on the counter and took out a glass, letting the light from the fridge illuminate what he was doing in the dark room. 

Minho filled the glass up, and then immediately downed the whole thing in one go, not realizing until now how thirsty he really was. Minho filled the glass again and set it down next to him, turning his attention back to the contents of the fridge.

Minho reached up to the top shelf, standing on his toes so he could reach the soda that was placed behind a few glass bottles. After barely grazing the cold, condensated metal of the can, a warmth around the skin of his waist pulled a surprised yelp from his mouth. 

He hadn’t realized how much his shirt was riding up, silently regretting his choice of clothing with a clench of his jaw.

Hot hands cupped around Minho’s sides, clashing with the sharp, cold sting of metal rings that pressed into his skin. The touch was firm, tight, and Minho swore that a hot breath fanned over the back of his neck. 

“Move,” A voice muttered, one that Minho immediately recognised as Jisung’s. 

He was fiercely pulled to the side, stumbling at the force. Then, the warmth of Jisung’s hands left him. A flush crept up Minho’s nape, spreading to his face as Jisung leaned forward, reaching to the top shelf to grab one of the glass bottles that Minho had noticed earlier.

His hand, the same one that had grabbed Minho’s waist only seconds earlier, wrapped around the neck of the bottle. Jisung did not spare him a glance as he turned on his heel, brows furrowed in the shadowed light.

“The hell was that for?” Minho exclaimed, spinning himself around to face Jisung’s back as he walked away, noticing how Jisung’s back muscles only slightly showed through the thin fabric of the t-shirt that hugged around him.

“You were taking too long.” Jisung deadpanned, his head lazily turning to meet Minho’s gaze. Minho swallowed hard, swimming in the bottomless look in Jisung’s eyes, 

“You could’ve just waited ‘till I was done!”

Minho seemed very aware in that moment. The leftover warmth lingering on his waist, that was now hidden beneath his shirt. “Could've,” Jisung shrugged, Minho not failing to notice the mischievous glint that flashed in his eyes. Minho scoffed, turning back to the fridge before muttering under his breath, “jerk.”  

Jisung must have heard this, because he let out a small chuckle from across the room that caused Minho to whip his head around, irritation crossing his mind. 

How annoying.

Finally reaching his soda, he cracked it open in the kitchen, shutting the fridge door, watching as the only light he had left him. He frowned, pressing his lips together as he took his soda, and his glass of water back into Felix’s room, setting them carefully on the hardwood, before getting back up to shut the door quietly. 

Minho sat against the wall that was shared with Jisung once again, silently sipping his drink as he stared through the blinds on the window. Amidst the calmness, he heard the sound of a call being picked up, through the wall. Naturally, his curiosity piqued.

He shut his eyes, trying to focus all his senses to hear the other room. 

“Yo man.” Jisung’s voice sounded through the wall. From the tone, Minho assumed he was talking to a friend.

A pause, Minho couldn’t hear what Jisung’s friend was saying, only left to guess based on the reaction Jisung gave.

“ Yeah, she came over today, told her to get out after the first round tho’. Wasn’t feelin’ it anymore.” A chuckle followed.

Minho's nose scrunched in disbelief, this guy was fucking horrible.

“Fuck no dude. You’re a creep.”

Another pause.

“Nah, I don’t mess with that.”

Minho heard Jisung chuckle again, and he found himself staring at the ceiling, listening deeply to the other boy's conversation.

“So you’re into boys? Dude.”

Yet another pause.

“I don’t care if they’re feminine, don’t like ‘em.”

“They can’t do it better than a girl.”

Silence.

“God you’re weird as hell, fine, tell me how good the sex is with your fucking boy toy if you can actually pull one. Not like it’ll convince me anyways.”

Then he didn’t talk anymore. Minho’s lips were agape, was Jisung homophobic or something? So he was much more of a jerk than Minho had imagined. Fuck this guy. Minho seethed, noticing how hard he was clutching the can, almost hard enough for the soda to barely leak over the top.

He felt angry, to say the least, at Jisung's existence as a whole. So this guy was not only an arrogant asshole, but was homophobic as shit? Yeah fuck him.  

Minho had always known that he wasn’t interested in girls, for a while, he didn’t think he was interested in anyone, in fact. But once he went to highschool, and started going to parties, he began to realize that men were pretty attractive to say the least. 

While he never had the guts to actually go up to someone, he’s had a few come up to him over the years. Meaning he was only slightly experienced, but that was enough. 

So now, at two in the morning, Minho had made the decision to break Jisung, once and for all.

-

His plan was simple, frankly. He would do his hardest to seduce Jisung, using every tactic he had ever learned, and then eventually, when he made him crumble, when he made Jisung realize that he could do it better than a girl, Minho would leave, leave Jisung wanting more, only to then deprive him of it.

It was a flawless plan, he decided.

That night, he didn’t spend much time sleeping, but it was fine, because in the morning, he didn’t feel tired like he normally would, and instead, he felt determined. As if this was his only goal in life, to conduct revenge on the boy that had been messing with him for a solid week now.

From that whole candy stunt he pulled, and the strange touches, as well as the damn sounds, he knew that he had to do something about it. 

That morning, he awoke after Felix did, almost knocking over the still full glass of water behind him as he sat up. Picking it up, he ran a hand through his hair and stood up, walking out of the room, glass still clutched in his fingers. 

To his surprise, he found both Felix and Jisung in the kitchen, sitting next to each other at the counter, both eating something. When he got closer, he saw that Felix was eating a poptart, while Jisung had yet another bowl of cereal. Furrowing his brows, he made his way to the side of the counter, meeting Felix’s gaze as he looked up from his breakfast.

“Oh, morning!” Felix warmly greeted him, “I wasn’t sure how late you stayed up, so I didn’t wake you when I got up.” He smiled, leaning on his hand. Minho tilted his head, smiling back, “Thanks, morning.” He spoke, realizing Jisung’s gaze was not on him, but hyper focused on his cereal.

The glass shifted in his hands, and Minho brought it to his lips, before opening them and drinking the whole thing in one breath. He exhaled after swallowing, setting the glass down on the counter and wiping his mouth with his wrist. 

Jisung did not look up, now focused on his phone that he held in his left hand, while still picking at his cereal with his right. Minho’s gaze turned back to Felix, “I’m gonna run home and grab some extra clothes and then I’ll be back.” He told him, the words more of a ‘I’m doing this’ not a ‘is it cool if I do this.’

Felix simply nodded in response, “M’kay,” he mumbled, mouth still full of his poptart. Minho scoffed with amusement, before walking into Felix’s room to grab his bag, and then leave his home.

-

When Minho arrived at his house, he was left with a dilemma. This was the first step in his plan, and therefore the most important. Minho’s bag lay slumped on his carpet floor as he stared deeply into his dresser.

He had to find the right clothes to wear.

Something that wasn’t necessarily risque, but the kind of clothes that showcased his body. He started with pants, deciding on a pair of sweatpants similar to the ones he had on, baggy and lowrised, but gray instead of black. They still clung rather tightly around his thighs however, despite being a bit big on him.

Then, he grabbed a slightly see-through white t-shirt, and a knit sweater that barely hung over one of his shoulders, it was slightly revealing, and a bit cropped. If he were to lift his arms above his head, his whole stomach would be able to be seen. Perfect. The sweater was striped with a nice black and red color. 

After choosing, he packed a few extra things from his bathroom, as well as eventually throwing a dark gray hoodie into his bag. After getting his stuff together, he slid his shoes back on and headed back to Felix’s house.

-

The door was unlocked when he returned, and Minho locked it on his way in, shutting it a little loudly to alert Felix that he was back without shouting across the house. He learned seconds later that there wouldn’t have been a reason to do that anyways, for Felix was sitting on the couch, head leaned back so he looked at Minho upside-down, with a goofy smile. 

Minho flopped next to him, the two exchanging hellos, setting his bag down beside him on the couch and leaning back. He put his feet on the sofa next to him, his legs folded at an angle. Felix turned to look at him, “God I’m so hungry,” the blonde complained, causing Minho to roll his eyes in reaction, “you just ate.” Minho responded, an entertained smile on his lips. 

“I knooow , but I want a burger.” Felix pouted, frowning, jutting his bottom lip out only slightly. “Then go get food loser.” Minho grinned, leaning back and facing in front of him, placing his hands behind his head. Felix sat up shrugging, “Alright, what do you want?” He tilted his head.

After giving Felix his order, and watching the boy leave, Minho crossed his leg, pondering what to do. Running a hand through his hair, he figured he should probably shower while Felix was out, as long as he was quick with it.

Getting up, he strategically grabbed only the sweatpants from his backpack, neglecting the shirt that was in there. With a small grin, he made his way to the bathroom. 

While showering, he silently prayed that this would work. Minho had about a 5% chance that Jisung would go out into the living room while he was in the bathroom, but he decided he had nothing to lose.

When he finished, he pulled his pants on, drying his hair messily with his towel before looking at himself in the fogged mirror, wiping away the water that lingered on the surface so he could get a good look. It wasn’t hard to admit that he looked pretty good.  

Minho’s face was flushed from the heat of his shower, his hair was slightly strewn about, still dripping with water. The sweatpants he picked out actually fit him well, hanging low on his waist, below his belly button. 

Obviously he wasn’t the most muscular man around, but he was skinny enough to make up for it. Pride sunk into him, bringing a small smile to Minho’s lips as he pulled himself from the bathroom.

To Minho’s surprise and delight, exactly as he wanted, Jisung sat on the couch, watching something unclear on the TV. Washing away the grin on his face, Minho made his way to his bag, making sure he walked straight in front of the screen.

Without looking Jisung in the eyes, Minho moved around the coffee table to his bag that sat on the sofa, only a foot away from Jisung’s leg. 

After fumbling in his backpack for a few seconds, he pulled out the white t-shirt, and put it on right there in front of Jisung, noticing how the fabric slightly clung to his still damp body. Minho kept his eyes focused on anything but Jisung, not wanting to seem desperate for his gaze. 

All he did was silently pray that Jisung would cast a glance towards him, that’s all he needed. Minho yawned slightly, pulling his bag off the couch and dropping it on the floor. A small grin crept onto his face as he sat down right next to Jisung, looking at the boy, who’s gaze was already on him. 

“What’chu watching?” Minho tilted his head at Jisung with a small smile on his face. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Jisung coldly deadpanned, his head turning back to the TV. 

Minho made a small noise of defeat, pouting slightly, “Don’t be like that,” he cooed, propping his head up on his hand. Jisung only huffed in response, his eyes locked on the screen. Minho hummed softly, turning his head away and grinning widely. He brought one leg to his chest, while the other stayed planted on the floor. 

After a few minutes of watching the crappy action show Jisung was focused on, the door unlocked with a click. Minho’s head leaned back, looking at the opened door upside-down, similar to how Felix did when Minho arrived earlier.

Felix greeted him with a warm smile, lifting the paper bag in his hands, before making his way to the dining table. “Jisung, got you something too.” Felix announced, his smile dropping as he spoke. Hearing his name, Jisung’s head turned up to look at Felix, and even though he did not acknowledge the fact, he still stood, moving towards the table.

Minho followed suit, watching as Felix took the end of the table, meaning Jisung and Minho took the seats nearest to him, facing each other. 

Jisung didn’t speak at all as Felix unpacked the bag, giving each person their order. “Thanks for grabbing this,” Minho said with a smile, hoping he didn’t sound too friendly. Felix didn’t seem to notice, only responding with a bright grin and a nod.

Everyone began to eat in silence, with Minho occasionally glancing up at Jisung from across the table. Distracted, Minho bit his tongue hard, while chewing. “Shit,” He cursed under his breath, the word coming out a little more breathy than he had meant. 

Jisung’s gaze immediately snapped to him as the sound exited Minho’s mouth, which made Minho’s brain sirens begin to go off. Felix also looked up, a worried look on his face, “You good?” His friend asked, meeting his gaze. 

Minho nodded softly, “Bit my tongue.” He chuckled, eyes grateful for the concern. The taste of blood was fresh in his mouth, but Minho just allowed it to mix with the saltiness of the rest of his fries.

On his last bite, he somehow managed to get ketchup smeared around the corner of his lips. With an annoyed sound, he began to look towards his napkin, before getting an idea. Grinning slightly, he turned his head back forward, searching for Jisung’s gaze.

Minho’s eyes were focused a bit behind Jisung, making it obvious that he wasn’t looking straight at him, but Minho was able to see if Jisung looked in his direction. Eventually, after waiting a few seconds, he saw Jisung’s eyes flick towards his face, and he took action.

Slowly, Minho slid his tongue out of his mouth, tilting his head back only slightly as he licked the ketchup from his lips. When he finished cleaning his mouth, his gaze only turned to meet Jisung’s for a split second, Minho filling his eyes with a distant, lustful look. He watched Jisung swallow, and slightly narrow his eyes, but his expression gave away nothing.

After a few seconds, Minho turned his gaze away, leaning on his propped up hand to look over at Felix, who was still eating. From his peripheral vision, Minho could see Jisung, still looking at his face while chewing. 

Minho couldn’t help but smirk. 

When Jisung finished eating, he left the table, taking his trash and throwing it away, then walking out of the room and shutting his bedroom door behind him. Felix finished his burger not long after, groaning something about being ‘so full.’ Minho only laughed in response, before quickly standing up from his chair and moving toward his bag.

“Wanna see what I got~?” Minho hummed out, reaching into the backpack, awaiting Felix’s response. The blonde made his way over to Minho tilting his head in anticipation. 

Smiling widely, Minho pulled out two full bottles of alcohol from his bag, almost giggling from excitement. Felix’s face lit up, “Shit, you bought these?” Felix moved over to where Minho was, quietly muttering to himself, “this is good quality stuff,” the blonde observed.

Nodding, Minho set them down on the table. “How ‘bout we take shots?” Minho grinned, tilting his head, waiting for a response. Felix nodded enthusiastically, hoisting himself over the back of the couch and sitting down in his usual spot. Minho made his way to the kitchen, grabbing two shot glasses from the cabinet, before returning to the sofa.

He, too, sat down, putting the glasses down next to the bottles. “Okay– First one, whoever can hold a plank the longest doesn’t have to take a shot!” Felix suggested, and the two went with that idea. Competition after competition, the two gave lots of ideas, eventually landing on card games that Felix had lying around after doing everything physical possible. 

They had gotten through only one bottle by the time Felix was painfully drunk. Minho had won the majority of the games, losing only on the ones that required excess mental skill. But as of now, Felix’s face was flushed, his words so incredibly slurred that Minho could barely understand him. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Felix was passed out, laying against his armrest, mouth agape. Minho scoffed with slight annoyance, maybe drinking wasn’t the best idea. He thought to himself, checking the time. 10:15. It wasn’t even that late yet, and his friend was already out of commission.

Minho wasn’t even fucking drunk yet, which pissed him off, cause they had been drinking a whole bottle for hours. He sighed, grabbing the still full bottle from the coffee table, as well as the remote. 

He decided to put on whatever was first recommended, not necessarily paying much attention to the screen. His focus stayed on the bottle in his hands, taking the occasional sip every few minutes until he experienced the semi-familiar light buzz in his head. 

Minho was ready to put the bottle down and go to sleep, before he heard a sound emerge from behind him, a door opening. He hummed softly to himself with pleasure, perfect timing.  

After a few seconds of feet shuffling behind him, and then a pause, Minho assumed that Jisung was standing behind the couch, possibly watching the movie from afar. Minho took a swig from the bottle, which followed with the sound of feet moving behind him again. 

This time, Minho noticed Jisung in the side of his vision, standing behind the couch, and then moving to face Minho, who sat with a leg up on the armrest while the other stayed planted in the carpet.

Minho met his gaze, tilting his head, attempting to give off the expression of being extremely drunk. “Give me some.” Jisung finally spoke, gesturing to the bottle that was wrapped between Minho’s fingers. 

With a giggle, Minho shook his head. “Nah, it’s mine.” He ran a tongue over his awfully dry lips, peering up at Jisung through his eyelashes. Minho felt hot under Jisung’s demanding gaze, though he did his best to hide the surge of weakness that washed over him.

Jisung’s eyebrows shifted, an irritated look washing over him. “Well fine, then you’re on my couch, so you can’t sit there anymore.” Jisung snapped back, a small grin on his face. Minho pursed his lips, shrugging as he got up from the couch, standing up and facing Jisung, his head tipped to the side as he met Jisung’s gaze.

Jisung’s pupils danced between Minho’s eyes and the bottle that hung loosely in his fingers, before ultimately landing on Minho’s face, not fully making eye contact. “You’re already drunk enough.” Jisung stated. 

Seems like that worked. Minho thought with a grin, lolling his head to the side. 

“Mm. Not even..” He spoke, naturally slurring his words.

He watched Jisung’s eyes narrow, assuming that he was trying to think of a way to get Minho to give him some. “I’ll only give you a drink if you ask nicely. ” Minho spoke, his small grin widening on his face, watching as Jisung’s nostrils flared at the ask. 

“Give me a drink, Minho.” Jisung finally spoke, voice just barely lighter than before.

Hearing his name come from Jisung’s mouth seemed to spark something in him, noticing as the back of his neck began to grow hot. Minho kept the playful grin on his face, before shrugging, “nice enough. Now sit,” Minho ordered, gesturing to the couch. 

Jisung did not move, nor make a comment. Frowning, Minho sighed dramatically and turned his gaze to the left of Jisung’s face, “guess you don’t want any.” 

He heard an annoyed huff come from Jisung’s mouth, before the boy muttered, “Fine,” under his breath, his tone sounding extremely irritated. Jisung sat down, his legs slightly spread as he looked up at Minho, who walked over to him, before taking a long swig of the alcohol, making direct eye contact. 

However, Minho did not swallow, letting the liquor sit behind his lips.

A small, “What are you–” escaped from Jisung’s lips, his brows furrowed in an impatient confusion. In almost comical similarity, Minho climbed over Jisung, using one hand to point his chin up, as well as open his mouth, while the other hand tugged the boy’s bottom lip down.

Minho slotted one knee in between Jisung’s legs, and one on the outside of one the boy’s thighs. A sound of defiance escaped from Jisung’s mouth, but it was drowned out when Minho angled his lips directly in front of the other boy’s, spitting the alcohol that was in his mouth, directly down Jisung’s throat. 

Minho watched the liquor slide away as he leaned forward, slightly pressing his knee into Jisung’s crotch, pulling a startled huff from Jisung’s nose. 

Minho let go of Jisung’s mouth and jaw to give him room to swallow, which he only did after staring at Minho in disbelief for a few seconds, who loomed over him, knee still pressed between his legs. It was only as he watched Jisung’s adam’s apple bob, that he climbed off of him, grabbing the bottle that sat on the table once again, and taking a rather long swig.

“Hmm.. Taste good?” Minho said, grinning mischievously down at Jisung, who still sat on the couch, looking up at Minho with a rather conflicted look. 

Part of his eyes revealed anger, fiery irritation directed solely at Minho, and the other look was something different, a different kind of fire that Minho couldn’t necessarily point out. 

“Don’t pull shit like that again.” Jisung finally stood, standing awfully close to Minho, so close that Minho could practically touch their chests together with a large enough inhale. 

“Or what?”  

Jisung huffed loudly through his nostrils, his breath fanning over Minho’s face. Jisung’s tone dropped noticeably, his voice only a mutter as his head moved closer to Minho, his lips hovering just over his ear. 

“Or I’ll fuck you up.”

Jisung’s voice was low, dangerous. Minho would’ve shivered if his whole body didn’t feel so hot. The warmth of Jisung’s breath on his ear, combined with his own slightly drunken haze had Minho’s mind swirling.

“Oh yeah?” Was the only response Minho could provide, a grin creeping onto his lips. 

Jisung did not respond, he did quite the opposite actually. The boy shoved past Minho’s shoulder, leaving the room and slamming his bedroom door. 

Minho couldn’t help but laugh softly to himself, what a fucking crybaby.

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A little while after, Minho found himself lying in the darkness. He had already turned the TV off, but for some reason, he just couldn’t fall asleep. His nerves tugged at him with exhaustion, but his brain kept whirring, keeping him awake.

Minho never ended up finishing the bottle, that was evident enough from the fact that it still sat on the coffee table, the liquid inside glinting in the moonlight, reflecting on the glass outside of the bottle.

Groaning quietly, he brought an arm up to cover his eyes, hoping that it would help him fall asleep in some way. The house was fairly silent, the only audible sound being Felix’s slightly strained breaths from beside him. 

However, the silence was interrupted shortly after. 

Footsteps.

Minho kept his arm over his eyes, simply trying to listen to his surroundings, while also giving off the impression that he was already asleep. The footsteps seemed to recede to his right, presumably to the kitchen.

Then, he heard the sound of a barstool being pulled against the tiles, followed by a solid minute of silence. That quiet was broken by the sound of Jisung’s voice. It sounded like he was on a call, and Minho couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“Hey.”

A pause.

“Yeah, I know it's late.”

Jisung’s voice was a little softer than usual, probably due to the fact that the other people in this house were asleep, not that Minho expected him to be considerate about them whatsoever, that’s just what he went with.

“You know where I live right?”

This sparked confusion in Minho’s mind. Was he asking someone to come over at this hour? Curiously, he continued listening.

“Yes, right now.”

Another small pause.

“I need you.”

Jisung’s words sent something spiraling in Minho’s head. Even if a sickness swarmed in his stomach just fucking listening to Jisung talk, there was something about the way Jisung’s tone changed when he spoke. 

He sounded almost desperate, and that made Minho’s gut swoop for a reason unfathomable to him.

They must’ve hung up, because silence filled the house once again, and Minho would’ve slipped into sleep by this time, if his mind would give him a fucking break. 

So now, still awake on the couch, Minho listened to the sound of the front door quietly being opened. The soft voice of a woman rang out from behind him, as well as a quiet mutter from Jisung that Minho couldn’t make out. 

Holding his breath, he listened carefully to the sound of two sets of feet walking quietly away, before they stopped for a moment, the woman’s voice softly emitting, “What if they hear us?”

Minho could only assume she was talking about him and Felix, and he let out a soft sigh, not loud enough to be heard by the two, but it was much needed. Jisung’s voice was lower than normal, quieter, “They won’t , and if they do,” he paused for a moment, before beginning again.

“--I won’t care.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Minho listened as the two walked away once again, the soft sound of Jisung’s bedroom door clicking shut echoing in the silent room. 

Minho let out a shaky breath, sitting up from where he was laying on the sofa and finally peeling his eyes open, though they didn’t provide much in the pitch-black living room.

A gut-wrenching curiosity strummed through him at the very moment that a single sound from Jisung’s room was audible. He hated it.

He hated Jisung and his stupid sounds.

But no matter how much his head disliked him at the moment, his body couldn’t help but react. The sound of lips smacking together, soft moans and gasps that sent a guilty electricity through his veins. Minho did his best to not imagine what it looked like, but his efforts gave him nothing but a twinge in his stomach telling him to stop.

It wasn’t enough.

As he stood, he found himself picturing it, creeping closer to the hallway as the sounds grew louder. Minho slid himself into Felix’s room, closing the door just enough so that it didn’t click shut. He sat on the floor, propped against a wall, head leaned back, eyes squeezed shut. 

He imagined Jisung and the girl, the mystery girl. He imagined Jisung running his hands up her thighs, he imagined her climbing on his lap as his hands drifted to her lower back, holding her close, their lips staying locked. 

“Fuck.” Minho breathed out.

He wasn’t sure why it turned him on so much, given that he hated Jisung’s guts. Minho would’ve taped Jisung’s mouth up by now if only it didn’t provide such stomach twisting moans. Sounds that made Minho feel hot underneath his skin, giving his delusional, sleep deprived brain fuel.

It was different, really, when Minho could tell that Jisung’s noises were real this time. In comparison to the first few instances he had heard them, these were nowhere near what they were before. 

Previously, they had been loud, annoying, and purposeful. And if Minho assumed correctly, that was because Jisung was aware that Minho could hear them.

But this time, when Jisung was under the impression that Minho was fast asleep on the couch, they were soft, but real . He could hear every name that Jisung called the girl, ‘love’, ‘princess’, baby.  

There was something wrong with Minho.

Seriously wrong.

Because moments later, after he heard probably the loudest moan from Jisung all night, followed by one of those stupid pet names, Minho came straight in his pants.

It was embarrassing, really. That he didn’t even have to touch himself to get off. Having an orgasm solely from Jisung’s noises alone. 

Minho put his face in his hands, skin hot to the touch, partly from the humiliated flush that spread across his whole upper body, and partly from the fact he just came.

He stood up, legs a little shaky, still half-listening to the loudness of the two in the room right next to him. Making his way to the bathroom, Minho didn’t care if he alerted them. It’s not like he purposefully was loud, –unlike someone– but he certainly wasn’t trying to be quiet. 

Shutting the door to the bathroom, Minho turned on the sink, and let it run for a little while, before splashing his face with the cold water and staring at himself in the mirror. His face was still a little flushed, but he could assume that it probably looked better than it did before.

He then left the bathroom to then swiftly change his boxers and sweatpants in Felix’s room. From through the wall, it was obvious Jisung and the girl had slowed down, at least for now, their voices now barely audible.

When finished changing, Minho took himself back to the couch. He crawled back onto it, hugging his legs close to his chest and squeezing his eyes shut. Breathing out a long sigh before letting himself fall accustomed to sleep.

-

Minho did not mean to sleep in so late. 

By the time he pried his eyes open, he was immediately greeted with the harsh shine of the sun through the windows. He hissed softly, similar to a vampire, slamming his eyes shut again in subconscious reaction. Eventually, after accepting his fate, he opened them again.

Rubbing his eyes aggressively, he stretched out on the couch, subsequently also realizing that Felix was not where he had slept last night. Mumbling groggily, Minho reached over to the side table beside the couch and fumbled for his phone.

Once he grasped it, his eyes turned to his lock screen when he clicked it on. 2:25 pm. Immediately, Minho’s eyebrows furrowed in response, how the hell did he sleep so long?  

With that thought, he leaned backwards, peering through the small archway which connected the living room and the kitchen, only to be greeted with Felix’s presence, far away and leaning forward, looking fascinated at something on the counter with a proud smirk.

Fighting the urge to fall down, Minho stood up dizzily, his legs wobbling in response. Once he regained his composure, –or gained it, for that measure– Minho walked slowly over to the kitchen, flopping down on one of the barstools to face Felix.

Felix’s expression turned towards him, a smile growing on his lips, “oh, hey! I was wondering when you would wake up.” Felix teased with a grin. Minho rolled his eyes, groaning softly in response.

“I’m even surprised with myself.” He laughed softly, before his eyes drifted down to what Felix was looking at mere seconds before his arrival. In front of him, lay a paper plate with about half a dozen cookies on it. Minho felt his stomach yearn, realizing he hasn’t eaten since early last night.

Felix’s eyes immediately follow his gaze, before a hand comes into Minho’s vision. Felix pulled the plate away from his eyes, a protective look on his face. Minho returned the look with one of slight fabricated sadness, his lips jutting into a small pout. 

“Nuh uh,” Felix wagged his finger in a comical manner, “--My boyfriend asked me to make these.” He finishes, still looking awfully proud of himself. Minho’s jaw dropped in response, still trying to process the words Felix just spoke.

Blinking away the shock and evidently shutting his mouth, he tilted his head, observing a smiling Felix, “Hold up– Boyfriend?” Minho began, still blinking rapidly, “Since when?”

Felix nodded enthusiastically, “Since like.. A week ago, but we were friends before that and–” Minho cut him off, “you've been dating someone for a week and didn’t tell me?” He spoke in exaggerated revelation.

Felix bit his lip, looking a bit shameful, “I’m sorry– It just never came up and I wasn’t sure if you even wanted to hear about it,” Felix began to babble, before Minho cut him off once again, this time with a small laugh. 

“It’s okay, I was just messing around, but wow, great for you!” Minho’s smile returned to his face, looking at a now relieved Felix. “So, is he coming here or something? I can get out of your hair if you’d like.” Minho tilted his head, curious.

Felix gave a small shake of his head in response, leaning on the counter, one hand still clutched on the plate, “he asked me to go over there– I’m probably gonna spend the night,” Felix then paused, before reeling his words back, “Unless you wanna spend time together– I can cancel and we can go another time.”

Minho let out a small chuckle, grinning warmly at the boy, “No worries, you go ahead, I can just – Nap or something.” He shrugged, leaning his head on his hand. Felix’s face immediately brightened. “Awesome man! Thanks so much.”

Minho nodded in return, before Felix began again, after checking his phone for a short second, “I’m leaving in probably like a half an hour, but while I’m gone feel free to take anything from the kitchen, most of it is mine anyways.”

Felix’s words sent a memory strumming through Minho’s brain, Jisung’s candy, his lips on Minho’s, the feeling of their tongues brushing against each other.

“--my way back home tomorrow?” Felix’s voice sounded, halfway interrupted by Minho’s own thoughts, as he realized.

Minho furrowed his brow at the expectant looking Felix, before mumbling a small sorry, “Can you- Can you repeat that?” Minho shook the memory from his head, feeling strangely warm.

“I said do you want me to grab you anything on my way back home?” Felix repeated, one of his eyebrows raised slightly at Minho, who shook his head in return, 

“No, I’m good.” He breathed out, running a hand through his hair.

Felix’s expression soon washed away, and was replaced by a smile. “M’kay, gonna go shower now.” The blonde said, before sliding the cookies carefully off the plate and into a ziplock bag. Felix zipped it shut, and then shot a look at Minho, “do not eat the cookies! They’re for my boyfriend.” He spoke, his voice sounding a bit threatening, which made Minho stifle a little laughter.

“Okay man, whatever,” Minho scoffed, “Go shower.” 

Without another word, the blonde turned on his heel and walked to the hall, before disappearing into his room.

Sighing softly, Minho placed his head on his forearms, which leaned on the counter. His eyes drifted slowly to the bag of cookies that sat dangerously close to his face. He felt his mouth water, the hunger creeping up into his stomach once more. 

Would Felix really notice if he took one?

Probably not. He seemed too giddy about seeing his boyfriend anyways.

Then, with that thought, Minho pulled the ziplock closer to him, lifting his head and opening the bag, only to pluck one of the cookies from it and immediately zip it back shut, pushing it back to its original resting place on the counter.

The sound of the shower running was still evident in his ears, as Minho took a large bite of the cookie. It tasted pretty good, not the best cookie he’d ever had, but it was definitely filling on his empty stomach.

It was just then that the sound of footsteps behind him crossed his ears, which made him jump up in his chair and pull the cookie into his lap, fear surging through him that Felix somehow finished his shower that fast.  

To both his dismay, and relief, who he faced was not Felix, but Jisung, looking straight at the counter near Minho. He stopped only a few feet in front of him, and finally met his gaze, motioning forward with his head, “Give me one.”

Minho swiftly shook his head, furrowing his brows, “no, they’re Felix’s.” He watched as Jisung’s eyes drifted to Minho’s hand, which still held his half-eaten cookie, raising a brow. 

“Does that rule not apply to you or something?” Jisung replied back, his voice sounding fairly venomous, lips almost curling in a small disgust. Minho exhaled quietly, before swiftly coming up with a response.

“Well– He won’t notice if one is missing, two is pushing it.”

Jisung did not react to this, only looked at Minho, and then to the cookie in his hands. Oh he better not. Minho thought, staring straight at Jisung with furrowed brows.

He did.

“Give me the rest of that then.” Jisung spoke, his voice monotone. He didn’t even bother to ask, not even a ‘can I have’. Minho only laughed in response, shaking his head, “Hell no.” He turned his head away from the boy.

“Give it to me, or I’ll take it from you.”

These words caused Minho to swivel his head back around in response, pressing his lips together in annoyance. Cause god did he know that Jisung wasn’t lying about that. 

“Fine, you’re so annoying.” Minho mumbled under his breath, holding out the half eaten cookie in Jisung’s general direction, where it was quickly plucked from his grasp. “How obedient of you.” Jisung hissed, his voice a little lower, almost in a mocking tone.

“M’kay fuck you asshole.” Minho snapped back, standing up abruptly in the chair and storming past Jisung’s shoulder, who was slightly grinning as he ate the cookie in two bites. 

Minho flopped down on the couch, lips pressed together with irritation, listening as Jisung’s footsteps receded towards his room.

How obedient of him? Who the fuck did Jisung think he was?

Chewing on his lip and silently cursing out the boy in his head, Minho scrolled mindlessly on his phone, swiping across multiple platforms before he heard the screech of the water being turned off from the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Felix emerged, his blonde hair still wet as he greeted Minho with a smile. “Gonna head out, see you later. Text me if you want me to pick up food tomorrow.” Felix strode to the kitchen, eyes still looking in Minho’s direction as the blonde picked up the bag of cookies.

Minho nodded in response, “have fun~” He hummed with a teasing wink, before Felix surprisingly answered, grinning widely, “oh, we will!” The blonde raised his brows, teeth showing in a larger smile, before swiftly leaving out the door.

A few seconds later, Minho heard the lock click and he let out a sigh of relief that he hadn’t noticed Minho’s betrayal of trust, yet, at least. Praying to whatever god was listening, he silently hoped to them that Felix wouldn’t notice the missing cookie and hate him for it.

He was positive it wouldn’t happen anyways, Felix was pretty forgiving, but it couldn’t hurt.

Cozying up on the couch, Minho reached for the remote and turned on a TV show he had started the other day, head leaning back on the pillow he was propped up on at his diagonal angle. 

His legs were sprawled across the couch, socked feet poking out from beneath the plush blanket he wrapped himself in. He sat in between the back of the couch and the armrest, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other was placed in his lap above the blanket, still holding the remote.

About five minutes into the movie, Minho felt weird .

It was strange, the feeling he experienced. It was as if someone had lit a match inside his stomach and left it there, left it to burn. Throwing the blanket off of his upper half did absolutely nothing either.

Minho felt as though something was clawing at his insides. The boy tried to swallow it down, make the feeling go away, but his attempts were hopeless. He was left to grasp his forearms tightly, masking the heat inside of him with the sharp pain of his fingernails digging deep into his skin. 

He noticed a sweat beading at his neck, biting down on his lip hard as the warmth inside him seemed to spread. Minho sat up quickly, feeling almost like he was going to throw up right there, but nothing came up his throat.

Subconsciously, he swallowed thickly once again, watching as the blanket that was on his legs slid off, pooling at his feet which now rested on the floor. What the fuck is happening to me? Minho hopelessly mused, before gasping rather loudly.

He felt his dick twitch in his pants and he looked down in surprise. He was hard. Furrowing his brows in confusion, his hands moved up to touch his burning cheeks, attempting to fathom if this was real or not. 

Minho was clueless as to what was happening to him, clueless about why his brain was clouding more and more, minute by minute. Fogging so much that while he was still aware, he couldn’t see anything but want in his mind.

Like a sixth sense, it was primal, hungry, uncontrollable.

A haze that grew by the second, a craving for anything, and everything possible.

He needed help. He needed something because even through his clouded judgment, he still had the cognization that he felt like he was going to die. A notion that he would die, right here on Felix’s couch. 

His dick ached, and in a mindless daze, Minho’s legs twisted together, hopelessly chasing any type of friction as he leaned back into his original position. Finally, after pulling a knee to his chest, he felt his cock rub against the fabric of his boxers.

In response to the feeling, Minho let out a rather lewd moan, which was surprising enough that his semi-conscious brain knew to fly a hand to his mouth, covering it and biting down on the skin between his thumb and his wrist.

Fuck. It wasn’t enough. He needed something more.

His body ached for release even before he felt close to it, running in a constant state of desire that boiled his insides. Harshly, he pushed his free hand down on his crotch through his sweatpants. His moan was mostly muffled on the skin of his hand, yet still audible. 

“ Fuck fuck fuck,” Minho mindlessly cursed after taking his hand from his mouth to hold his own thighs wider as he stuck the other below his sweatpants and into his boxers.

Biting his bottom lip, he worked himself from below the two layers of fabric, face flushed, his skin hot. Minho ached to be touched, even though he was already touching himself. 

“Shit, fuck, please.” He begged, to nobody, maybe the universe. His voice came out in hushed gasps, fighting the urge to whine.

Minho was too absorbed in pleasing the heat inside him to notice the footsteps that came from behind him. 

It was only when he threw his head back in a throaty moan, that he saw him.

Standing only a few feet away, behind the couch, was Jisung.

Minho must have some composure still left in him, because when meeting his gaze, Minho stopped his own hand and closed his thighs around it, but he could not stop the small buck of his hips, desperate to be touched again. Jisung’s eyes were hooded, clouded, similar to how Minho assumed his own to be.

“Shit, Minho.” Jisung rasped, eyeing him from behind the sofa.

As Jisung made his way around the couch, Minho noticed how painfully hard the boy looked. His own dick twitched at the sight, his hips bucking forward once more with a soft moan. “God, I need-” Minho began, his legs squirming in response, “I need- Fuck,”  

He couldn’t even form a sentence, swallowing hard as he brought himself to his knees on the couch, crawling over to the side that Jisung stood near. Jisung’s head fell to the side of his shoulder, his hooded gaze watching Minho with a fiery look in his eyes. 

With no thought, Minho harshly gripped Jisung’s wrist and pulled him down towards the couch. The boy fell, his back hitting the pillows of the couch. 

Minho must be insane because all he could think about was wanting to be touched, to be felt, to fulfill the feeling that the fire in his stomach yearned for. Minho crawled onto Jisung’s lap, straddling him, almost as if it was natural.

A small whine emitted from Jisung’s mouth as Minho grinded down on him, bringing his face close to Jisung’s. “ Fuck Jisung, I want to feel you.” He pushed his hips down again, and Jisung met them with his own, creating a delicious friction that caused a loud moan to slip from Minho’s mouth.

“I need you, god.”  

Jisung’s words were melodic in Minho’s ear, pulling yet another moan from Minho’s mouth. Jisung’s hands trailed down his sides, landing on his hips. Jisung gripped tightly, assertively.

All Minho could think about was his dick.

Shifting slightly, Minho planted himself on Jisung’s thigh, while a knee slotted between his legs, shoving hard into Jisung’s crotch. Grinding down on him, Minho’s hands landed on Jisung’s shoulders, holding them as though they would run away.

Jisung did about the opposite of that, moaning a soft curse as he leaned into Minho, his breath hot. Minho angled forward, aching to feel Jisung’s lips on his skin. He must’ve understood the gesture, because a mere second later, a warm mouth was kissing along Minho’s neck. 

Minho let out a small whine, head tilting back to reveal more area for Jisung to cover, begging silently to feel his teeth pinch his skin. It didn’t take Jisung long to comply, emitting a groan as the skin below his collarbone was mercilessly sucked.

All the while, the two grinded on each other, hips pushing together in synchronized motion. Minho moaned again, loud and pornographic, “Fuck, Jisung, I want you in my mouth, please. ” He begged, and in response, Jisung bit his lip, before beginning to slide his sweatpants down his thighs.

Minho sank to his knees on the plush carpet, hungrily pulling the boy’s pants and boxers down in one swift motion, while Jisung moved closer to the edge of the couch. He stationed himself in between Jisung’s legs, shuddering as he felt two hands slide into his hair, tugging rather hard.

Minho moaned loudly in response, deciding that the pain felt good. Placing a hand at the base of Jisung’s cock, Minho wrapped his lips around the head, tongue swirling around the tip. Jisung let out a small gasp as Minho took him into his mouth, dragging his tongue along the bottom of Jisung’s dick.

Jisung tugged him closer, and Minho whimpered around his length, before the noise molded into a moan as Jisung bucked his hips forward, shoving his dick against the back of Minho’s throat.

He curled his toes, whining as tears pricked his eyes. 

Jisung groaned in response, “You feel so good wrapped around me.” 

Minho’s hands gripped Jisung’s thighs tighter, bobbing faster down Jisung’s length, only returning to the tip for a breath after his nose touched Jisung’s lower stomach.

At this point, Jisung was basically fucking his face, Jisung’s hips thrusting every time his dick brushed the back of Minho’s mouth. Opening his eyes as he sucked, he watched the underside of Jisung’s jaw, the boys’ head thrown back.

Minho moaned loudly, desperate for friction as he grinded subtly against the carpet below him. “Minho-” Jisung whined softly, “--Gonna cum,” 

Minho only hummed in response, which must’ve been the boy’s final straw, because soon enough, Minho’s mouth was filled with warmth, Jisung’s thighs shivering in his grasp as a lewd moan escaped from his lips as he reached his climax.

He swallowed as much as he could before shoving a hand onto his own clothed dick and pulling off Jisung’s cock, following Jisung in a few seconds of him palming himself, mirroring the moan that the boy let out. They sat in a semi silence for a few seconds, the only sounds heard being their loud breaths.

Minho finally looked up at Jisung after the dizziness of post-orgasm washed away. The boy had his eyes shut, lips agape. The flames that were eating up his stomach were still there, but a bit fainter. 

They seemed to be thinking the same thing, because a few seconds later, he heard Jisung mutter softly under his breath, “ Shit , it didn’t go away.” 

Minho bit his lip, his mind a clouded mess, “What the fuck did Felix put in those cookies?” Minho thought out loud, pressing his forehead to the couch in between Jisung’s legs.

“Dunno, but I’m gonna kill him.” 

Minho was ready to respond, but soon enough, he was hit with a wave of heat similar to before, starting in his core and spreading across his body. He felt his cock twitch once more, and he looked down, only to realize he was hard again. 

“ Fuck.” Minho breathed out.

Jisung must be feeling it too, from the state of his dick that pressed against his stomach, already fully hard again. Minho bit his lip as he climbed back over Jisung, slipping his pants and boxers off in the process. Jisung did not seem to disagree with this, as he felt the boy’s hands slip around his waist.

His mind fell into the same rhythm, a repeating frenzy of need, begging for any contact. Drunken with arousal, Minho straddled Jisung once more, wrapping his thighs around the other boys’. “--Need you.” Minho muttered, following it up with a small moan as he felt their cocks touch each other.

Jisung groaned in response, throwing his head back as Minho wrapped his hand around both of their dicks, pressing them together before slowly sliding his hand up and down, fingers slick from Minho’s spit and cum.

It didn’t take long for Minho to get close, whining quietly at the feeling of the heat pooling in his stomach, “Jisung, I’m close.” He moaned, his head falling back as he increased the speed of his hand. 

“Me too.” Jisung breathed out, bucking his hips forward only slightly, pulling a shocked gasp from Minho’s lips, before releasing hard into his own hand. Jisung followed mere seconds later, covering both of their t-shirts with cum.

Neither of them seemed to care.

Minho blinked, breathing hard as he recovered, pushing away the bright white spots that clouded his vision. Jisung was silent below him, though his hands stayed planted on Minho’s waist.

“So tired– Fuck I’m gonna pass out.” Minho muttered, fluttering his eyes shut as dizziness overtook him. Jisung’s hands finally shifted, holding the sides of Minho’s cheeks, fingertips threading through his black hair. 

Minho felt himself being lifted, blinking away a darkened haze that clouded his eyes, before it returned in full force. Minho barely had enough time to pull on the boxers and pants that were tossed onto him before his vision went dark.

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Minho awoke to the semi-darkness of Felix’s house, bathed in a dim sunset, his body curled up on the couch, legs tucked into his bare chest. The sensation he was feeling was almost a hangover type state, his mind ached to catch up with his body, trying to grasp at an understanding of what had happened before he fell asleep. He raked his fingernails through his hair, catching on the matted strands, which were more tangled than normal. 

Then, in a stupor of emotions, it hit him like a semi truck.

Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Fuck!” He finally cursed out loud, fingers digging into his scalp, sitting fully up, only to be met with a pair of eyes from inside the kitchen. Felix’s gaze met his, widened in surprise. Minho only blinked back at him, before the boy began to make his way over.

He remembered everything, to his – What he assumed as – dislike. He remembered eating the cookie, he remembered the warm feeling in his chest, he remembered sucking Jisung’s dick, he remembered the feeling of having the boy flush against his chest, breathing concurrently–

His thoughts were interrupted by a confused looking Felix, who peered down at him from behind the couch, an eyebrow raised. “Everything good?” The boy asked, his head tilting slightly to the side.

Minho could only muster up a nod in response, which must’ve been enough for Felix, because he began walking back to the kitchen. Groaning softly, Minho shrunk back down on the couch, resting his head on one of the pillows, squeezing his eyes shut, as if it would erase everything that happened in the last 24 hours.

It did not.

With a long sigh, he accepted his fate, Minho would forever be embarrassed, forever be humiliated by the fact that he acted like that around Jisung, so needy, as if he really wanted it. 

Really, it had only been whatever Felix had put in the cookies, both him and Jisung were affected by it. It was simply a primal reaction, latching onto the nearest body and giving into the hopeless desire, there was nothing more. 

Then why did Minho feel so fucking ashamed about it?

It’s not like he remembered the feeling he experienced, just the fact that he did it, the fact that he gave himself up like that. Minho bit down on his lip hard, deep in thought. 

Yes, it had been his plan to seduce Jisung, but that was definitely not how he imagined it to go down. Where the fuck would he even go from here? 

Doubtful that he would even be able to look Jisung in the eyes from now on, he simply hoped that Jisung would never emerge from his room.

Maybe he was embarrassed too.

Or maybe he didn’t remember.

Minho hoped for the latter, at least then he would get a clean slate, be able to start from square one. But part of him knew that Jisung would remember at least some of it, even if it was just a split second. 

Minho peeled his eyes open after feeling a twinge of pain from squeezing them shut too hard, blinking away the white shapes that were dancing behind his eyelids as he stared up at the ceiling, contemplating his next move.

If he really wanted to seduce Jisung, maybe this was just a step in the right direction, a way to prove to him that Minho could do it just like any other girl, or maybe even better.  

Part of him doubted that last thought, but it did help his crumbling ego only slightly.

 He just had to act confident, possibly pretend that he didn’t remember, not that Jisung would bring it up anyways. Minho bit his nail subconsciously, deep in thought. Minho could just continue with what he was doing before, slight touches, showing a bit of skin, etcetera, but that wasn’t really getting him anywhere.

God why was this so frustrating?

Gnawing on his fingernail, Minho finally blinked, attempting to rid the large blotch in his vision from staring straight at the overhead light. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, attempting to make the spot disappear, without success.

He eventually gave up, however, his mind wandered.

What would Jisung like?

Well, girls. Minho’s mind supplied him, though, it made him realize something. If Minho were to dress even just a bit feminine, it might tug on Jisung just a little more. Silently praising himself for the thought, he sat up quickly, shooting a glance to the kitchen, where Felix sat at the bar, back facing him.

“Felix, I’m gonna run to the store really quick!” Minho shouted, rather loud, as he stood up fully, slipping on his shoes that lay next to the sofa. While grabbing his wallet and a clean shirt from his bag, he watched Felix swivel around in the barstool.

Eyebrow raised, Felix questioned him, his mouth full of some type of food that Minho couldn’t point out from their distance, “Really? I mean it’s pretty late–” 

But as Felix was finishing up his sentence, Minho was already half out the door, and then fully, hearing the click of the door from behind as a surge of adrenaline rushed through him.

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Minho returned about an hour later, paper bag in hand. He had walked all the way to the mall, and returned shortly after the sun had fully set. 

Silently coming through the door, Minho noticed the back of Felix’s head as the blonde watched TV.

A small greeting came from Felix as Minho walked by. And once he was left to the secrecy of Felix’s room, Minho carefully set down the bag and removed its contents.

Inside the bag was a pair of low waisted, light, washed out pink sweatpants which were only the slightest bit small on him, and as Minho noticed in the changing room, hugged his thighs quite nicely. Secondly, he pulled out two separate shirts, both cropped at the waist. 

Then lastly, in a small silk bag, he took out red, lace lingerie.

While even looking at it made him embarrassed, Minho couldn’t help but flush at the thought. It was a bit humiliating to purchase, though he went along with the cashier’s comment about ‘a nice gift for your girlfriend.’ 

Quickly, Minho slipped out of his clothes and put on the panties, his ears turning red at the sight of him in the mirror. It was a bit shocking to him that he didn’t look bad, as he had assumed he would. 

Rather, it looked as if it was made for him. 

Red lace hugged his hips, dipping down between his thighs to cover him. The strands of fabric were fairly thin on the sides, about two fingers wide, but on the back, it drew smaller. 

He barely noticed the small itch that the lace gave him through his focused gaze in the mirror, slightly adjusting where the fabric sat on him. Minho left himself to hope that his purchase would show success. 

Minho followed up by sliding on the new sweatpants, making sure they hung low enough on his hips for the strands of the red thong to peek out over the top. 

He finished it off with a hoodie, taking note of how the fabric fully covered his red undergarments until Minho lifted his arms from his sides. Only then were the strands revealed, leaving Minho to swallow thickly as he slowly put his arms back down.

Preparations were done, and now Minho just needed the right opportunity to get Jisung to see it. His face felt hot when he left the room, feeling ashamed at the fact he was doing this in the first place, even though he could easily make it so nobody knew.

What if he slipped up, and Felix saw? Would his friend ever look at him the same?

That specific worry was washed away when Minho spotted the blonde on the sofa, passed out against one of the pillows, mouth open in a soft snore. Minho scoffed quietly at the sight before glancing up at the TV screen. The Netflix ‘are you still watching’ screen flashed in front of him, and Minho rolled his eyes.

Instead, Minho decided to tread over to the kitchen, then upon his arrival, he began to rummage through the pantry for something to eat.

Finally, after a few minutes of digging, he landed on a bag of spicy chips, and sank into the barstool chair to eat them, deciding it would be better to stay in the kitchen so as to not disturb Felix’s sleep with the crunching.

After snacking for a little while, Minho began to endorse the effects of the chips, and stood up to get a glass of water, his mouth practically begging for hydration. Pulling the cabinet open, he reached upward to grab a glass, before feeling a cold air hit his stomach. 

Right.  

He immediately brought his hand down after grasping the glass between his fingers, whipping his head around just in case Felix had miraculously woken up. 

Instead, his heart sank, or leapt, possibly, at the sight behind him.

It was Jisung, to his surprise, simply standing in the entryway to the kitchen, eyes locked on Minho. The two did not exchange a word, and after a solid ten seconds of just staring, Minho finally pulled his eyes away from the boy, hyper-focusing on his glass of water once again.

Glass trapped firmly in his hand, Minho moved to the fridge, lifting his arm to get the water pitcher, although this time it was much slower. He wanted Jisung to see.  

Minho poured the pitcher into his glass and put it back into the fridge, making sure his hoodie rode up this time too.

There’s no way in hell Jisung hadn’t seen it, so all Minho had to do was wait, and hope. In the act of lifting his glass to his lips, Minho met Jisung’s gaze once more, maintaining eye contact with him as Minho began to drink. 

He let his head tilt back moderately, eyes fluttering shut as the water disappeared into Minho’s throat. 

Jisung only broke eye contact for a split second when his eyes focused on the glass that left Minho’s lips, but soon snapped back to his own once again. Minho blinked slowly, setting down the glass, only to slide it along the counter and move it towards the sink, where he turned his body away. 

Minho rinsed the glass out, before shutting the water off completely and putting the now clean cup on the drying mat beside the sink. Though in a matter of seconds, Minho felt the presence of someone else behind him.

A warm pair of hands touched his hips, and Minho didn’t dare move.

Slowly, Minho bit his lip, feeling the hands move upward towards his waist, and carefully dragging the hoodie upward, revealing his lower back to Jisung. 

He heard Jisung’s breath hitch from behind as the hoodie was lifted halfway up his torso, and Minho couldn’t help but flinch at the feeling of the hot hands on his bare skin.

“Fuck, Minho, why are you wearing this..?” Jisung’s voice was low and husky, almost demanding. It was terrifying, and Minho couldn’t find a correct way to respond. 

In Minho’s silence, he felt Jisung’s fingers wrap around the strings of the thong, tugging on them slightly before letting them go with a small slap against his skin.

Minho exhaled at the feeling, taking a moment to regain himself before he sought to fumble out an answer, “For..” Minho attempted, though he failed, humiliation creeping up his throat and stopping any continuation to his words. 

“Face me.” 

Minho wordlessly complied without a thought.

Jisung’s eyes were hooded, dark, as he looked at Minho, hands still holding that damn hoodie up. Minho watched as Jisung’s eyes flicked from his stomach, to his face, stomach, then face.

“Like I asked before– Why..?” Jisung breathed out, his tone quiet, secluded.

“For–” Minho swallowed, “For you.”

A flush crept up Minho’s face, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, feeling embarrassed out of his mind, but Jisung didn’t seem to give a negative reaction, his eyes only widening slightly. 

Jisung’s eyes were locked on his, as if he was analyzing Minho. Minho’s hands gripped the counter behind him, chin tilted to meet Jisung’s gaze, silent, but at the same time, wordlessly begging, pleading even.

It seemed like an eternity passed as the two stared into each other’s eyes. Minho found himself holding back, staring into eyes that looked conflicted. Jisung’s facial expression was blank, though his gaze revealed a torn look, half mixed with desire, half with almost fear.

 Minho knew it was up to him.

Swallowing hard, Minho took a hand from where it gripped the edge of the counter, to rest on Jisung’s hip, the other staying firmly grasped on the marble behind him. Jisung seemed to react to this touch, his eyes flicking down for only a second, before getting stuck at Minho’s waist again.

Minho released his bottom lip from the clasp of his teeth, letting his mouth fall open only slightly, feeling the back of his neck get hot as Jisung’s eyes drifted up his whole body, only to meet his gaze again. 

In less than a second, Jisung was leaning forward, Minho following.

Their lips locked together, and Minho tilted his head to meet him, hearing a rather loud sigh from Jisung as Minho melted into the kiss. Minho realized how much he had missed the feeling of someone else's lips on his, and he chased it, letting his arms sling around Jisung’s neck, pressing closer.

Suddenly, a pain induced gasp left Minho as Jisung bit down on his bottom lip. Jisung did not hesitate to slide his warm tongue into Minho’s open mouth, leaving Minho to only moan softly as their tongues collided, wrapping around each other. The grip on Minho’s waist tightened, Jisung’s warm hands against his skin, as Minho blissfully melted into his touch. 

The kiss was hot, sticky, and contrary to Minho’s previous postulation, Jisung tasted incredible . 

Wet, lewd noises emitted from the two as they broke apart to catch their breath, only to dive back in again, aching to press closer. 

Minho’s whole body felt like it was on fire, the flames nipping at his stomach as they threatened to creep lower, forcibly pulling a loud moan from Minho’s mouth.

Minho gave himself no time to think about the actual situation, about the fact that he was kissing Jisung in Felix’s kitchen, about the fact that Jisung licked into him like he wanted Minho . 

His mind fogged up as Jisung’s fingers dug into the skin along his ribs, leaving Minho to only tug slightly at the boy’s hair, and Jisung reacted with a soft whine.

So he likes that.

Taking this observation into action, Minho yanked harder on the blue strands, pulling a full on moan from Jisung. Minho smiled against Jisung with satisfaction, but the feeling was short-lived, as Jisung’s lips immediately left his own. 

A small, unplanned whine left his throat at the loss of contact, but soon enough, he felt Jisung’s mouth on him again, this time lower.

Minho let out a small gasp as Jisung kissed along his neck, before choosing a spot slightly above Minho’s collarbone to nip at. Minho only groaned in response, breathing heavily as Jisung switched from biting, to kissing, to sucking. 

It was overwhelming, to say the least, and embarrassingly enough, Minho found himself pressing even closer to Jisung, throwing his head back as he grinded against the boy’s thigh. 

Jisung let out a small surprised noise in response, before grinning against Minho’s skin. “Yeah? That feel good?” Jisung mumbled out, his voice only on the edge of a tease, immediately returning to suck at the sensitive skin around Minho’s collarbone.

Minho’s lips fell open in a moan, “ Haa– ” He realized only then that he was unable to respond, his brain moving so fast that his mouth couldn’t keep up. He silently answered, grinding his hips against Jisung once more.

After a few more seconds of biting, Jisung pulled off Minho's skin, and met his lips once again. Minho moaned at the sudden contact, and Jisung took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Minho’s mouth, tilting his head slightly for better entry.

One of Minho’s hands drifted down Jisung’s chest from where it had previously tugged at his nape, and slowed over Jisung’s stomach, feeling the boy’s muscles through his t-shirt. Only to then move lower, cupping the boy’s dick through his sweatpants.

Jisung let out a surprised groan into Minho’s mouth, and Minho pressed down harder, breaking the kiss, watching as a string of spit connected the two. He looked up to meet Jisung’s hooded eyes, gaze locked as he muttered softly.

“I want you.” Minho breathed out, eyes fluttering shut.

“--Want this.” 

Minho squeezed his clothed cock harder, pulling his eyes open to watch as Jisung’s head fell back in response, a soft sigh emitting from the boy’s lips. “Fuck, Minho..” Jisung groaned, pressing their foreheads together, his tone hushed and secluded. 

“I’ve never had sex with a guy before.” He admitted quietly, eyes squeezed shut.

“I don’t care, I need you.” Minho responded, rather whiny sounding, tilting his head closer to Jisung’s, their lips brushing together, “I need you so bad.” Minho whispered into Jisung’s mouth, causing the other boy to react immediately, crashing their lips against each other again, leaving Minho to moan into the kiss.

A small gasp left him as Minho was lifted, Jisung’s hands gripping on his lower thighs as Minho scrambled to wrap his legs around Jisung’s chest. 

Minho slung his hands around Jisung’s neck, keeping their lips locked as Jisung carried them away, not bothering to quiet the soft moans that emitted from him as they passed by Felix.

Minho’s fingers threaded in Jisung’s hair once more as the door to his bedroom shut behind them, easily bringing Minho over to Jisung’s bed and laying him down. Minho watched Jisung as he loomed over him for a moment, eyes staring straight at his waist again, making Minho realize his hoodie had rode up slightly when he was placed down.

Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, Minho focused his gaze on Jisung as the boy climbed over him, only for Minho to immediately swap their positions. Jisung let out a surprised breath as Minho straddled him, thighs hugging Jisung’s hips tightly. 

The noise Jisung made was immediately masked when Minho leaned down to kiss him, hands gripping Jisung’s forearms as their lips locked once again. 

Minho moaned softly as Jisung’s hands began to explore his body, fingers tracing along his skin, before eventually landing on his thighs, squeezing hard. Minho rolled his hips in response, creating a sweet friction which caused the two of them to gasp in unison. 

They sought out the feeling again, Jisung’s hips meeting Minho’s in a subtle grind, though it was enough to get Jisung groaning in his mouth, and Minho moaning in return. “Fuck– You feel so good on me baby.” Jisung mumbled out, his grip on Minho’s thighs tightening.

Minho didn’t know how to respond, only noticing how his whole face flushed at the praise. He dragged his lips away from Jisung’s, hearing a small inhale from the boy underneath as Minho licked along Jisung’s jawline and moved to his ear, nipping at the lobe.

Jisung’s hands drifted back up to Minho’s waist, fingertips toying with the two strings of the thong, pulling an unexpected moan from Minho’s lips that sounded right into Jisung’s ear. Minho swallowed away another noise that he felt building up as Jisung’s hands sunk into the plush of his skin.

“Jisung.”

“I need you– Inside of me.” 

Minho blushed hot at his own words, pressing his forehead into Jisung’s shoulder as he grinded down into the boy once again, Jisung actually moaned in response, his grasp tightening. 

“Fuck–” Jisung cursed under his breath, “How do I..” The boy faded off, seemingly embarrassed, but Minho guessed that the shame had no comparison to the feeling of desire.

Minho choked out a semi amused chuckle, lifting his head only slightly from the crook of Jisung’s shoulder, tugging on his own bottom lip in thought. “Well– You have to prepare me first..” Minho mumbled quietly, emitting a small hum of confusion from Jisung, feeling his own face flush red with humiliation.

“But I– I can do it myself, I’ve done it before.” Minho sputtered out, shutting his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek before sitting back and meeting Jisung’s gaze. The boy looked the slightest bit intrigued, eyes narrowed on Minho. 

“Where’s your lube?” Minho asked quietly, nodding in response as Jisung motioned to the drawer next to the bed. Minho leaned across Jisung and reached into the drawer, grabbing a condom and placing it on the top of the dresser, before taking the lube out and sitting back on Jisung’s lap.

He laid the bottle on the bed next to Jisung, before carefully sliding down his sweatpants, and then kicking them completely off of him, hearing the soft sound as they hit the carpet. Minho bit his bottom lip, eyes avoiding Jisung completely as he remembered what he was wearing underneath. A small sound released from Jisung that drew Minho’s attention back.

Jisung stared straight at the thong, lips slightly agape, “ God , Minho.” 

Jisung breathed out, the boy’s hands shifting to toy with the strings once again, making Minho flinch at the friction on his cock. “Keep– Keep it on.” Jisung muttered as Minho began to pull it down, only to stop and look straight into Jisung’s eyes. 

They were dark and fiery, lit aflame with lust, and Minho could only suck in a breath and nod in return. He slid the string in the back across one side of his ass so that he could give himself room to work. Minho then reached over for the lube bottle beside him, meeting Jisung’s eyes.

Minho swallowed hard as he poured the liquid onto his fingers, bringing himself up to his knees, slightly hovering over Jisung. Minho felt hot under Jisung’s gaze, ears red from embarrassment that he was letting himself stoop so low. To Minho’s pleasure though, Jisung seemed to be enjoying it, his eyebrows slightly raised in an almost fascination as Minho set the bottle back down on the table.

With a small moan, Minho slid a finger inside of himself, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid the intense stare of the boy below him, trying not to overwhelm himself with humiliation. 

Eventually, he slid a second finger in, attempting to keep his sounds quiet, in some sort of subconscious way of avoiding embarrassment.

“Minho, look at me.”

Minho paused his fingers, eyes peeling open slowly to meet Jisung’s gaze, biting down hard on his lip as he pressed his eyebrows together. Jisung only tilted his head in response, before muttering, “Better.”

It’s almost like Jisung wanted Minho to be embarrassed, and Minho wasn’t sure if he should feel offended, or turned on. Swallowing thickly, Minho resumed working himself, thighs quivering from his attempt to hold himself up with just his legs.

Minho leaned forward slightly, arching his back subtly to rest a hand on Jisung’s waist, watching as Jisung’s gaze followed Minho’s arm, and then drifted back to his face. Minho began scissoring carefully, before adding a third finger.

He couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling, it was hard to avoid making any noise while he also attempted to keep his eyes on Jisung, like he was told to. 

Fuck he was really submitting to him now huh?  

Minho realized as a deeper humiliation crept over his skin, but another part of him found it arousing. Giving himself up willingly to the man who had treated him so poorly before, all to prove a point.

The point Minho was trying to prove seemed really vague, especially when Jisung’s hand crept up his neck, then to his jaw. Minho looked at him in confusion, still thrusting his fingers in and out of himself, restraining himself from moaning by chewing hard on his bottom lip.

The grip of his teeth on his lip immediately slacked as Jisung ran a finger along his chin, realizing suddenly what Jisung was doing. Two fingers slid into Minho’s mouth, and Minho let them rest on his tongue as he hummed softly. Jisung met Minho’s eyes, looking hyper-focused on him.

Minho took this as a sign, momentarily pausing his thrusts to close his mouth around Jisung’s fingers, licking in between them, before sucking hard. Jisung pressed them deeper, and Minho whimpered in response, only for Jisung to remove his fingers all together. Minho let out a small noise of confusion, but Jisung met his gaze with one of assertiveness. 

“You like having things in your mouth, don’t you?” Jisung mused, his lips curling up in a grin,

Minho only stared back at him, mouth slightly agape, his own spit pooling at the corner of his mouth. He returned with an embarrassed nod, before looking away. 

Immediately, Jisung’s non-spit-covered hand dragged his jaw back to face him, and Minho found himself inhaling sharply. 

“Words, baby.”

Minho swallowed hard in response, feeling his cock twitch in the lace panties from the pet name, flushing hotly. Jisung must’ve noticed this too, because his grin grew only a tiny bit larger at the reaction. “Yeah– Yes.” Minho breathed out, voice barely audible. 

“Good.” Jisung smirked at him, letting go of his jaw and moving a hand to grip Minho’s ass tight. Minho moaned in response, eyes widening in surprise as he noticed Jisung’s other hand hovering beside him, his fingers still dripping from Minho’s spit.

Minho’s gaze flicked from Jisung’s hand, to his face, before Minho’s own hand, which he had used to finger himself, was pulled out of him, grabbed by the wrist and brought to meet the other, which pressed down on Jisung’s chest.

“Jisung, what’re you– Fuck!” Minho began, interrupted as he felt the warm slide of two fingers inside of him, his whole body leaning closer to Jisung in reaction, grasping the fabric of the other boy’s t-shirt harshly, moaning with surprise. 

Minho’s back slightly arched as Jisung’s other hand grasped his ass, pulling a sweet moan from Minho’s lips. Jisung eventually added a third finger, just simply thrusting in and out of Minho, his lip caught between his teeth in concentration.

Minho subconsciously adjusted himself, shifting his waist a bit farther back to fuck himself onto Jisung’s fingers. However, in doing so, Jisung muttered something under his breath, “What’s–” He began, before prodding harshly at Minho’s prostate, yanking a loud, gasping moan from Minho’s throat.

“Oh?”

Jisung’s voice sweetly whispered, before curling onto the spot again, leaving Minho to pool into a moaning, whining mess on top of him. “Jisung– Stop, I’m gonna cum if you keep–” Minho breathed out, reaching around to grasp Jisung’s wrist and pull his fingers out of his ass. He shuddered at the feeling, sitting back on Jisung’s thighs.

He watched as Jisung frowned slightly, before silently dragging his eyes across Minho. Minho eventually met his gaze, sliding both of his hands onto the insides of Jisung’s thighs, eyes practically asking for it.

Jisung made a small tsk sound, “So impatient. Now you have to beg for it.” The boy leaned slightly back, though his hands didn’t falter from Minho’s waist. “ Beg? Are you cr–” Minho began, almost with an annoyed tone, before unwillingly cutting himself off with a moan as Jisung bucked his hips upward.

The boy’s gaze was strong, hungry, almost intimidating. Minho felt himself whimper at the contact, he needed Jisung so badly. 

Fuck it.

Minho leaned slightly back, rolling his hips forward, feeling his back arch subconsciously as he let a small moan slip from his lips, “ Jisung, fuck, I need you so bad.” Minho muttered, his voice a low, throaty tone. Jisung’s eyes widened slightly, his lips curling into a grin.

“I want your cock inside of me, please. ” His hands grasped Jisung’s inner thighs tighter, fingertips drifting to barely brush Jisung’s bulge, pulling a small noise from the boy beneath him. 

“Want you to fill me up, fuck. ” 

Minho glanced down to meet Jisung’s gaze, allowing his eyes to fall hooded, swimming with lust as Jisung’s hands gripped Minho’s waist tighter. In a few seconds, Minho was flipped onto his back, letting out a surprised gasp. 

This angle was definitely different. Jisung looked down at him hungrily, as if he really wanted him. Minho sucked in a breath at this thought, observing how Jisung swiftly pulled his own shirt off, leaving him only in his sweatpants, and soon after, he pulled Minho’s shirt over his head.

Minho was left only in the lingerie, tugging at Jisung’s waistband with a needy look, curling his fingers beneath the fabric to feel soft skin. Jisung moved Minho’s hands away, taking off his pants and boxers in one pull. Minho swallowed thickly, eyes locked on Jisung’s dripping cock, sucking in a breath of anticipation.

Jisung’s hands roamed over his almost naked body as Minho reached around himself to grab a pillow to place underneath his hips, laying his head back on the mattress, letting his hands grip the sheets. 

Jisung moved a hand to Minho’s thigh, slightly pulling it away from the other. Minho understood exactly what he wanted, and spread his legs prettily, looking up at Jisung through his eyelashes, who stared between Minho’s legs.

“Please, I need you in me.”

Minho squirmed at his own words, before two hands came to push Minho’s hips against the mattress. “So obedient, yet so needy.” Jisung muttered as he rolled a condom on, one that Minho didn’t even notice he got out. After applying a generous amount of lube, he lined himself up, gaze lingering on Minho’s face for a moment, before sliding himself all the way in.

Minho moaned in surprise, not expecting to immediately feel so full. Jisung groaned in turn, his hands pressing tighter on Minho’s hips, a shaky moan escaping the boy’s lips as he whispered, “You’re so tight baby. Feels good.” Minho whimpered in response, his hands sliding up to Jisung’s shoulders, before nodding up at Jisung.

Getting the hint, Jisung began to slowly thrust into Minho, pulling a string of moans from Minho’s throat. Minho dug his nails into Jisung’s shoulders, throwing his head back against the mattress, lips agape, face flushed. 

Jisung kept a steady pace, fucking deep into Minho, only to pull out and do it all over again. Minho couldn’t control the sounds he was making, letting go of any humiliation and allowing the sweet moans escape his lips, before opening his eyes fully to meet Jisung’s gaze, who surprisingly was looking straight at his face.

Minho moaned softly at the sight, Jisung’s face was flushed, and Minho noticed a few beads of sweat that collected at his forehead and the base of his neck. The sounds that Jisung was letting out were like honey, a warm tone thickened with desire, bubbling in his throat before escaping.

Minho gripped Jisung tighter, pulling him only the slightest bit closer. “ Fuck– Jisung, harder, please.” He moaned out, watching as Jisung’s expression shifted faintly before quickening the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

Loud and pornographic, Minho moaned as Jisung hit his prostate spot on, a small hum coming from the boy above him. After finding his sweet-spot, Jisung never left it, ruthlessly thrusting into him, “Minho, fuck, you feel so good,” Jisung whispered into Minho’s ear, pulling yet another gasp from him. 

“I’m so close Jisung–” Minho breathed out, dragging his nails down Jisung’s back as he fucked him senseless. Jisung did not change how he thrusted into him, only continued his rhythm, head hanging close to Minho’s ear.

Jisung groaned shakily, pulling the two even closer. Minho’s body began to shake hard, thighs trembling as the heat pooled in his stomach. “Fuck baby, cum for me, cum like the little slut you are for my cock.” Jisung muttered, voice sweet in Minho’s ears. That was it, that pushed him over the edge.

With a loud, throaty moan, Minho came hard, his cum spilling inside the lace, while the excess dripped down the insides of his thighs. Jisung followed shortly after, filling up the condom inside of him. The two recovered from their high, slowly thrusting until the feeling of exhaustion became too overwhelming.

Jisung slid out, pulling a full body shudder from Minho as a result of overstimulation. Minho panted loudly, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall onto the mattress. Minho felt the bed slightly dip beside him as Jisung laid down next to Minho, cursing slightly under his breath.

Minho felt high, higher than he had felt in a while.

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The distinct sound of breathing occupied Minho’s ears. Though bothering in the sense that the breaths were not synchronized between him and Jisung. 

Jisung’s chest was rising only a second faster than his, leaving Minho to dwell on his own thoughts in order to expose, or more – unveil the reality of it all to his exhausted body.

While yes, maybe it was humiliating that he just got fucked by his best friend’s brother, it was still some of the best sex he has had. Somehow. Even though this guy has only had sex with girls before, somehow he was just fucking good at it with guys too.

The most embarrassing part was the fact that Minho came after Jisung called him a slut. Minho was honestly a bit unsure of why that was the most mortifying piece of the recent events.

Running his hands through his hair, Minho finally pulled his eyes open, brows furrowing as he turned his head to the side to look at Jisung.

Jisung stared at the ceiling, eyes slightly narrowed, looking deep in thought.

Soon enough, Jisung’s head turned to face Minho’s. In Jisung’s exposed state, Minho began picking him apart. Jisung looked uncertain, doubtful, as he met Minho’s gaze. He could not see a trace of regret, however, which pinched at Minho’s stomach.

Minho peered at him with wide eyes, watching as Jisung’s adam's apple bobbed in his throat. As quickly as it came, the eye-contact was lost. And Jisung sat up, only to then slide to the edge of the bed and pull back on his discarded boxers. 

A light in a small, shower-less bathroom connected to Jisung’s room flicked on, then off, after the sound of water running faded off. Jisung returned with a washcloth in hand, and Minho pulled himself up to meet him. He took the washcloth with a small smile, gazing up at Jisung from where he stood.

It was painfully silent, air thick and heavy, mixed with sweat, sex and emotion.

An unfathomable urge to pull Jisung towards him and kiss him with gratitude rushed through him, almost like a tidal wave. Minho immediately shoved this thought away, blinking rapidly as if it would push whatever had just crept up out of him away.

Instead, Minho simply muttered a small, “Thanks.”

Jisung nodded in response, before turning around and pulling on a gray t-shirt over his bare-chest. Minho turned back to himself, wincing as his eyes met the lingerie that still hung around his thighs, neck flushing with a never-ending humiliation.

He quickly reached for his sweatpants and slid them up to his knees, getting the sudden need to get out of Jisung’s room as soon as possible. Minho cleaned the inside of his thighs and yanked the sweatpants the rest of the way up, subconsciously sighing with relief as he no longer saw red in his vision.

Folding the washcloth in half, Minho placed it on Jisung’s bedside table as he stood, bare feet awfully cold on Jisung’s floor. With no other words, Minho left through the door, grabbing his t-shirt from the ground and moving as swiftly as possible to Felix’s room.

Thankfully, he did not hear Jisung’s voice following him, and in an educated guess, Minho postulated that Jisung too, wanted to be alone. Probably. With a large exhale, Minho sighed as he replaced the lingerie with clean boxers from his backpack, shoving the garment to the depths of the bag.

He flopped down on the bed after pulling on one of Felix’s hoodies, drawing in the scent of his friend with a small smile. It brought him comfort, in a time so unfamiliar. 

Jisung was unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar in a way that while you know it is dangerous to go on, you follow the unexplored path, with your eyes closed.

Suddenly, Minho came to the realization that he did not regret what he did with Jisung. Contrary to what he had been distantly wondering ever since he fell from his high, Minho knew that he didn’t regret a single thing,

Instead, he found himself comparing it more to an ache you experience when experiencing something that doesn’t necessarily go your way. He had succeeded, it was true, he had seduced Jisung, and then had sex with him. That was a certainty.

Then why did Minho feel like things were so wrong?

There were a few reasons that Minho could land on. Firstly, the way Jisung made him feel. That was a heavy one, one that specifically weighed down on Minho’s mind. Jisung’s touches, the way his tongue felt against him, how he was so inexperienced in certain things, yet aced them all with high marks.

Jisung stumped him. He had such a hard outside, rock solid, as though nothing would break it. While Minho himself knew beforehand that it was possible, it seemed impossible at first glance. How rough Jisung treated him the past few days, how aggressive he was at Minho, only to do a complete 360.

A full switch, from cold, and distasteful, to calling Minho baby. 

Yes, Minho did realize that part of earlier Jisung slipped through at the end, the words slut rested in his mind prominently, he would admit that. Minho himself did not feel opposed to it, strangely enough.

Never would he admit such things to Jisung however, – if they were to ever do anything again, – he had already stooped low enough. In regards to them doing it again, the thought was treacherous waters, and Minho was simply a small rowboat. 

The main question Minho asked himself was, did he actually want to?  

Because sure, it was good sex, but was it worth it to go behind Felix’s back to screw his brother? Minho didn’t even know if Jisung would want to do it again.

Though, in Minho’s post fucked-by-Jisung mind, his thoughts chanted an, I want to fuck Jisung again, back to him. Minho squeezed his eyes shut at the image forming in his brain, continuously returning to the feeling of Jisung towering over him, whispering in his ear and–

Well, maybe Minho did want to fuck Jisung again.

But he backtracked, realizing this wasn’t just about him. Rather, he had to think about Jisung’s feelings as well, even Felix’s, because how would the blonde react if he found out his brother and his best friend were having sex?

Obviously, they wouldn’t let Felix find out, but the thought still left a shameful pit in his gut, not wanting to process the fact that he would go to lengths so far for Jisung. 

That was it, that was the second thing wrong. This was Jisung.

Jisung, the boy who sent anger so strong through him that he felt his own blood practically boiling beneath his skin. Jisung, who pulled annoying stunts just to rile up Minho for the fun of it. 

It was irritating, really. Almost exhausting that Jisung gave into Minho’s allurement so easily. Part of him seemed to wish that Jisung would’ve just rejected Minho’s advances. And instead of laying a hand on Minho’s waist, he would’ve turned away.

Sure, it would’ve been a painful jab at Minho’s ego, and his dumbass plan would’ve failed, but genuinely, what the fuck was he supposed to do now–? 

Minho paused his thoughts.

The plan. The plan.

He had almost forgotten his end goal. Suddenly reminded of Jisung’s spiteful words on that dreadful phone call, Minho’s jaw clenched. 

‘They can’t do it better than a girl.’

In an instant, all of Minho’s hate rushed back to him as Jisung’s words passed through his mind. Minho brought his thumb to his lips and bit down on the nail, peeling his eyes open to peer up at the ceiling.

He could just continue fucking Jisung, Minho registered, learn what makes him tick, what feels the best, and use it to completely ruin him. Get him addicted to Minho, and make Jisung realize that he could do it better.

Not a ‘boys can do it just as good as girls.’ No no, he would make Jisung realize that Minho could do it better than anyone.

After a second of thought, Minho did take his ego a step down. He was nowhere near that level with Jisung, hell, they had fucked one time. – Things can change, however. – At this point, exhaustion seemed to be guiding Minho’s thoughts, and a haze passed through him, a full on fatigue hitting him like a train.

In a matter of seconds, Minho succumbed to the sweet calling of sleep, and fell accustomed to it without even moving. On his back, sprawled across Felix’s bed, head not even on the pillows. 

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The next morning, Minho awoke to the sound of pots clanging from outside Felix’s room, presumably occurring in the kitchen. He stood with slight difficulty, noticing the ache he fell in his ass, silently curing under his breath.

Though, he fought through it, like the strong soldier he was, and made his way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, where Felix met his gaze. Beaming brightly, the blonde waved to him with a spatula-filled hand. Minho blinked in response, still drowsy from sleep.

“Hey Min– I was making some pancakes if you wanted any!” 

Felix lifted up the pan that he held in his other hand to angle it towards Minho, watching as the batter slid slightly on the metal. Minho’s stomach rumbled and he graciously accepted with an enthusiastic nod, “Yes, please.” 

 Minho slid into the barstool and leaned himself against the counter, head resting in the palm of his hand as he watched Felix’s back as the blonde flipped a pancake. 

When Felix finished cooking, they ate in a comfortable silence, shoulder to shoulder at the counter. The pancake was pretty damn good, littered with chocolate chips and only slightly overdone. 

Still, Minho’s empty stomach thoroughly enjoyed it.

After finishing his plate, Minho looked over to Felix with a small grin on his face. “Soo– Lixie, what did you and your boyfriend do last night?” Felix met his gaze with widened eyes that quickly snapped back to normal, but Minho did not fail to notice his change in expression.

Felix nearly choked on his food, taking a moment to regain himself before answering Minho. “Nothing special,” though he spoke his words through a wide smile, as though he knew Minho was aware. 

From the look that Minho was giving Felix, he wouldn’t be surprised.

“You guys had fun at least?” Minho tilted his head to the side, watching as Felix gave a nod in response. “--I’m glad you’re happy,” he added, smiling at the blonde who immediately brightened up.

“Me too,” Felix grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Minho stood up from his chair, picked up their plates and brought them to the sink. He pulled the dishwasher open and placed the plates inside once they were fully rinsed. “Ugh– I feel gross, I’m gonna go shower Min.” Felix’s voice sounded behind him and Minho turned to look at the blonde.

Felix was already walking away, running his hands through his hair as he disappeared into the hallway. Huffing, Minho returned to the dishes. When he was done cleaning, Minho brought himself over to the couch and pulled out his phone, noticing the harsh rush of the shower being turned on. 

The sound of footsteps behind him went unnoticed by Minho, only snapping into existence when a figure stood in front of the couch. Minho pulled his eyes away from his phone, slowly setting it down on the cushion as he looked up.

Jisung looked down at him, slowly blinking, and Minho realized what he wanted.

He was unfairly attractive, Minho found, looking almost as if he had just woken up, even. Jisung’s hair was messy, blue strands hanging barely over his eyes, lips slightly parted, wet, as if they had just been licked.

Minho tipped his head, peering up at Jisung in a silent conversation, a silent plea. 

Jisung must’ve understood, because soon enough, he was stepping forward, hands reaching to meet Minho’s cheeks as he climbed on top of where Minho was sitting on the couch. 

Immediately, they were on each other, lips connected in a hungry, open mouthed kiss that left the both of them instantly breathless. Jisung’s warm tongue flicked past Minho’s lips, and Minho moaned at the contact, his hands shooting to thread through Jisung’s hair.

Minho forcefully tilted Jisung’s head back, pulling at Jisung’s hair until he complied, where Minho then bit down on Jisung’s bottom lip, tugging it farther open as a means to shove his tongue against Jisung’s.

From above, Jisung let out a shaky gasp at the action, pushing Minho harder against the couch, “Fuck, you taste so good,” Jisung hissed into Minho’s mouth, breaking for only a moment to catch their breath. 

A hand curled around Minho’s waist and he hummed in response, “Pancakes, Felix made them.” Jisung did not respond, only surging forward again, this time on Minho’s neck, pulling a harsh whine from Minho.

Teeth nipped and bit down along Minho’s throat, not hard enough to leave a mark, – Jisung was smarter than that, – but enough to drive Minho crazy. He ached for more, his brain short circuiting as his hoodie was yanked off his shoulder and Jisung bit down on the skin near Minho’s collarbone.

Minho couldn’t help but moan, one hand grasping the back of Jisung’s nape, while the other helplessly tugged on his hair. He liked how when he pulled hard enough, Jisung would whimper quietly, breathily.

Neck throbbing from the wet, painful mark that Jisung sucked into him, Minho bucked his hips upward involuntarily. Jisung met him perfectly, syncing Minho’s small jerk into a hard grind down on him, yanking a groan from his own, and Jisung’s throats.

Jisung pulled up to meet Minho’s lips again, and he welcomed him with an open mouth, sighing as a wet tongue slipped into his mouth, sucking hard on his own. Jisung grinded down on Minho’s hips again, seeking friction between their clothed cocks.

“Jisung– I wanna–” Minho breathed out, before being interrupted by the sound, or lack of sound. Minho realized that the shower was not running anymore, and pulled his lips away from Jisung. Jisung peered down at him, a questioning look on his face.

Jisung hummed, blinking slowly, “want what Minho? Use your words,” His voice was low, raspy. Minho couldn’t focus on anything but Jisung’s lips, bitten and red, stomach flipping at the comprehension that Minho did that.

“Fuck I– Felix is done in the shower,” Minho sucked in a breath, eyes nervously glancing over to the closed bathroom door from over the couch. Jisung exhaled softly, tugging at his bottom lip for a moment as his gaze flicked between Minho’s eyes. 

Jisung then nodded, before standing up and walking away, not casting another look at Minho. Minho almost whined at the loss of contact, eyebrows pulling together with confliction. Unsure of how Jisung was feeling, he watched him disappear into his room.

Minho looked at his lap, wincing at the painfully obvious bulge through his sweatpants, quickly pulling a pillow into his lap and smoothing his hair down. No amount of effort would calm the fiery blush that settled onto his cheeks, nor would heal his raw, bitten lips.

The bathroom door creaked open from behind him, and Minho made sure his hoodie was covering the mark Jisung had left before turning his head back to look at Felix. The blonde smiled at his gaze, before flopping down beside him on the couch. 

Felix began to mindlessly scroll through Netflix recommended shows, while Minho silently cursed himself over and over in his mind. He needed Jisung so badly right now. The thought itself was humiliating, yes, but Minho’s lust-strucken mind didn’t have room to doubt.

“I’m gonna– I’m gonna use the bathroom, you can start something, I might be a while.” Minho finally breathed out, standing up swiftly from the couch and turning on his heel as quick as he could before Felix could see how painfully hard he was right now.

He couldn’t seem to listen to Felix’s response, not in spite of him, just simply because all he could hear right now was his own mind chanting Jisung, Jisung, Jisung over and over in his head.

When he reached the hallway, Minho flicked on the bathroom light, shut the door from the outside, and passed by it, pulling open Jisung’s door and shutting it behind him without even asking Jisung if he could come in.

A choked out gasp came from behind him as he was closing the door, and Minho whipped around. Jisung laid on his bed, against the headboard with his head tilted back, lips parted, pants pulled down to his mid-thigh, with his cock in his hand.

His face was flushed and his eyes were pulled shut, and Minho couldn’t help but admit that he looked hot as fuck.

Minho immediately let out a breath, and Jisung tipped his head to look at him. Jisung’s now open eyes were hooded, not blinking as he stared directly at Minho. Stepping towards the bed, Minho pulled his own shirt and sweatpants off, noticing as Jisung stopped moving his own hand to place them both at his sides.

“Jisung I need you, fuck ” Minho whispered as he climbed onto Jisung’s lap, sitting on his thighs, gaze dragging up Jisung’s dick to meet his eyes. Jisung grinned from below him, both hands sliding from Minho’s knees to his hips.

“I thought you weren’t gonna come.”

“Mm. I did.” Minho muttered, leaning down to press their lips together. Jisung met him open-mouthed, licking over Minho’s bottom lip. Minho slacked his jaw, allowing Jisung to slide his tongue in. 

They kissed for a few moments before Minho pulled back, “Jisung, we have to be quick– I told Felix I was going to the bathroom.” He winced, as much as he’d like – though as he would not admit, – to take his time with Jisung, he couldn’t have Felix getting suspicious.

“Mmh, where’s my please?” Jisung grinned against his lips, before slowly dragging his tongue along Minho’s jawline, to eventually meet his ear. Minho let out a shaky breath, before regaining his composure.

Minho grit his teeth, he was just going slower, “Jisung please, can you just fuck me already?” Minho spit out, his tone irritated, but nonetheless, he still grinded down against Jisung’s thigh.

Light pain ripped through him as Jisung bit down on the skin behind his ear, hard. Minho whined loudly, pulling away from Jisung to look at him with annoyance, 

“The fuck was that for?”

“Say it nicely, or I’m not gonna fuck you Minho.” Jisung tilted his head against the headboard, looking up at Minho with a rather bored look. Minho bit his cheek, eyebrows furrowed, “Ugh– Fuck you.”

Minho curled his lip with irritation, ticked off by Jisung’s expression. He couldn’t beg now, not after last night. The thought alone brought embarrassment back to him in full force. Jisung’s eyes widened in response to Minho’s words, opening his mouth to say something.

But Minho interrupted him by shoving backwards on Jisung’s legs and wrapping his lips around Jisung’s cock. Jisung moaned softly from above him, obviously taken by surprise. Minho ignored him, gaze focused on the way Jisung’s lower stomach rose and fell, his breaths quickening as Minho shoved himself deeper on Jisung’s dick.

Minho was positive that Jisung would get him back for this, but for now, all he focused on was hollowing his cheeks out and opening his throat so that he could take Jisung all the way in his mouth. A groan came from above him, and fingers threaded through Minho’s hair.

Minho responded pleasantly, humming on Jisung’s cock and watching as a shiver passed through Jisung at the vibration. “ Shit Minho–” Jisung breathed out as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Minho’s throat.

Jisung’s hips jerked forward, bringing tears to the edge of Minho’s eyes, shakily inhaling through his nose. “You feel so– Fuck,” whispers from Jisung passed into Minho’s ears, only egging him on to go deeper, suck harder.

It was obvious that Jisung was close, and Minho finally peered up at Jisung through his eyelashes. Jisung was already looking at him, his face flushed a deep red. “I’m gonna– Shit,” Jisung groaned out, but that was only before Jisung’s hands tugged Minho off of his dick.

Minho whined as the weight left his tongue, blinking up at Jisung rapidly, “Jisung, please– In my mouth,” In which Jisung responded with a breathy laugh. 

“Oh so now you’re begging?” Jisung’s let out a surprised, yet irritated sounding chuckle, and then a tsk. “ – Too needy for your own good, huh? Do what I ask of you, and maybe next time you’ll get what you want.” Jisung’s tone was darker now, but his words sent heat directly to Minho’s cock.

Minho moaned as his hips jerked into the mattress, practically drooling at the much-needed friction against clothed dick. Jisung must’ve seen this, because immediately, Minho was flipped onto his back, letting out a small, surprised gasp.

His hands were pinned above his head, the fingers of one of Jisung’s hands wrapping around both of Minho’s wrists with ease, while the other held tightly on Minho’s waist.

“Think you can please yourself, huh baby?” Jisung rasped, his voice a low mutter in Minho’s ear, and Minho shuddered at the hot breath on his skin. Minho did not provide a response, but Jisung didn’t need one.

Jisung crawled closer to Minho, meeting his gaze, eyes hooded, “Do you think getting your throat fucked is good enough punishment?” He tilted his head slightly, awaiting a response. “Yes– Fuck, Jisung use me, use me.” Minho breathed out, head falling against the headboard as Jisung shifted closer, angling his dick so that it pressed against Minho’s lips.

Minho let his jaw slack, and Jisung slid himself inside Minho’s mouth, letting out a small groan as his mouth wrapped around Jisung’s cock, dragging his tongue on the underside as Jisung shoved it almost all the way in.

Slowly, Jisung began to thrust into Minho’s mouth, pulling sweet sounds from Jisung’s throat, his head tilted down, hair fanned in front of his eyes as he watched Minho’s face.

Minho moaned as Jisung’s cock pressed against the back of his throat, and then repeatedly slammed into it, increasing his own volume involuntarily. “Shh, baby , Felix is in the other room.” Jisung hummed, his voice slightly shaky as he quieted Minho.

The contrast was deafening. Jisung calling Minho baby while fucking his throat like Minho was a toy, Minho decided, was the hottest thing someone has done to him. Even if later on, he knew that he would retract and deny that thought, his sex-craved mind raced helplessly.

A warm hand crept down Minho’s hip, pulling down his boxers to his knees, and Minho glanced down, watching as Jisung changed his position only slightly so that he could wrap a hand around Minho’s throbbing cock. 

After being so touch-deprived for so long, the feeling of Jisung’s hands on him sent his back arching over the bed, “Hmm, sensitive are we?” Jisung mused, a grin playing on his lips. The fingers grasping Minho’s wrist were loosened, and Minho immediately flung his hands to Jisung’s hips as they thrusted into his mouth.

“Min– I’m gonna cum–” Jisung moaned out, head keening downward to hang above Minho’s head, and Minho tilted his eyes up to meet Jisung’s gaze. He kept a firm grip on Jisung’s hips, mind fuzzing with overstimulation.

Soon enough, Jisung was groaning softly, and hot liquid shot down Minho’s throat. Jisung slid himself out, and Minho swallowed Jisung’s cum, not wincing at the saltiness that coated his mouth. Jisung continued tugging at Minho’s dick, sending bursting white pleasure through Minho’s body.

Minho followed soon after, fingers tightening against Jisung’s skin and moaning as quietly as he could as he came hard into Jisung’s hand, thighs shivering. His eyes flew shut as they rode out their orgasms, breathing hard in tune with each other.

Jisung sat back on Minho’s stomach, leaning down and placing their lips together sloppily, sending a swoop through Minho’s gut. He lazily kissed back, finally coming down from their high. Jisung broke the kiss to stare down at Minho.

“Min, you gotta get back to Felix,” Jisung nodded, his voice on the edge of being sweet. The suggestion was understandable, though part of him simply wanted to lay underneath Jisung until he fell asleep, a part of him that he did not want to address.

Maybe Minho was just so touch deprived, so deprived of any contact that he ached for Jisung’s presence like a moth to a flame. The quiet voice in the back of his mind that reminded him of Jisung’s previous antics called him back to reality, however.

Minho gave Jisung a delayed acknowledgement, pulling Jisung off his lap and climbing off the bed, before tugging his boxers back on, wincing at the gross feeling. He had no time to lose, Felix would grow suspicious eventually.

Still, Minho almost found himself crawling back over Jisung as the boy sat on the edge of the bed, watching Minho pull his sweatpants and shirt back on with a focused gaze.

It was hard to find an ounce of dislike inside his blood at times like this, times where it was just the two of them, together in silence, when Jisung wasn’t messing with him, or being the cause of sending stupid, heartfelt thoughts through Minho’s head that ran him in circles.

Minho didn’t even think that Jisung looked like he felt anything for Minho at all, frankly, he had a blank, expressionless look on his face, as though he was deep, very deep in thought. Which kind of defeated the whole point of this all, because if Jisung didn’t want him, why was Minho getting himself attached in the first place?

Because that is what was happening.

Something about Jisung drew Minho in, like a magnet, something about him just got Minho to completely submit. Because sure, Minho could think wishfully of how he was going to get revenge on Jisung, to become unresponsive when he asked for something, but that only got Minho worse.

Minho’s pathetic attempt at resisting Jisung’s wishes turned completely on him. Minho had thought he had the upper hand, making Jisung eventually submit to him, to plead to him, ended up being Minho getting his throat fucked, somehow.

It seemed all he was thinking was somehow, something, someway, because Jisung was a mystery. He was unfamiliar territory that Minho couldn’t help but explore because even if his own mind knew better, his body did not stop. 

The physical attraction to Jisung was something Minho would admit fully. It was true, Jisung was attractive, Jisung did have a nice body, with nice arms. And he made Minho feel good, better than he had felt in a while, but Minho couldn’t help but feel weird about it.

How was it possible that Minho could so openly dislike Jisung when not having sex with him? But anytime they touched, something switched over in him, and Minho’s body gave into the draw of desire. Minho needed some self composure, he had to make sure Jisung knew that he wasn’t just a toy, even though god did his stomach turn when treated as such, this wasn’t about him.

This was about Jisung, and making Jisung cave.

He had to break Jisung’s barrier, Minho knew it, he just didn’t know how.

With a final look to Jisung, Minho turned on his heel and immediately slipped into the bathroom to wash his still-flushed face, before emerging into the living room again and settling next to Felix, who did not make a comment towards Minho.

It dawned on Minho now that Jisung was going to be hard to crack, because right now, Minho knew close to nothing about him. He couldn’t tell how Jisung was feeling, he couldn’t assume what thoughts were running through his mind, and that scared Minho.

A small flutter of hope passed through him at a thought of realization, Jisung had already had sex with him, he had already gotten a taste of Minho, it was really only up to Jisung if he wanted anything. Minho would be there, he would stay near Jisung as a reminder.

Minho just needed to make sure that he wouldn’t let himself fall in front of Jisung again, to be resistant to the mysterious pull that tugged Minho into Jisung’s arms. He couldn’t give in so easily anymore, Jisung needed to work for it.

Because sure, Minho would do anything Jisung wanted , but Jisung would have to try harder to get it. The thought was sickening in itself, the fact that he would do anything and everything Jisung asked for, but it was all a part of the plan.

He just had to silently let Jisung know that Minho was his, so Minho could eventually rip that away from him. 

Right?

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Minho knew that he really needed to go home. Not that he necessarily wanted to, and it wasn’t that Felix was opposed to his prolonged stay, simply, it was Jisung. Seeing Jisung made him think too much.

Seeing Jisung made him think ugly, displeasing thoughts that always ended up creeping towards feelings. Feelings that shoved to the front of his mind whenever he looked at Jisung, other than when they were having sex. Sex was good, sex with Jisung was distracting.

The line between getting intimate with Jisung because Minho wanted to, and getting intimate with Jisung as a means to attach Jisung to him was awfully vague. So vague in fact, that it worried Minho.

That was why he needed to go home.

Minho picked up his bag from the floor of Felix’s room, and the blonde shuffled in, flopping down on the bed beside where Minho was standing. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and peered down at Felix with a smile.

“Min– You really should just move in with me,” Felix joked, a wide grin on his face, teeth flashing. For a moment, Minho thought he was serious, stopping himself to wonder how it would be to live with Felix.

Minho practically spent more time there than his own dorm anyways, it wouldn’t be so bad.

When he saw Felix’s expression, however, he let out a small chuckle, “I think we’d end up going crazy if we spent so much time together,” Minho returned, and Felix jutted out his bottom lip in a pout.

“Bye Lixie, I’ll see you Monday in class,” Minho bent down to tickle Felix’s stomach, who jerked away from him with a laugh. “Bye bye,” Felix said in a sing-song voice, kicking his feet off the side of the bed and sitting up, tilting his head as Minho turned away.

Minho walked over to the front door, only to be met with a pair of eyes. Jisung sat on the couch, head tilted around to face Minho. Minho swallowed, meeting his gaze. Jisung did not have a prominent expression on his face, or atleast, it was something Minho could not decipher. 

They did not exchange any words, eyes locked in a silent conversation, before eventually, Minho broke the eye contact, turning on his heel and leaving through the door as quickly as he could, wanting to get away from Jisung before he did something stupid.

-

When he got home, to his surprise, none of his roommates were home, and Minho guessed that they were spending their last Saturday of break at a party of sorts. His bed felt like heaven after spending so long sleeping on the floor and Felix’s couch. 

He melted into the covers, a small hum of delight emitting from his mouth.

Minho then, begrudgingly, sat up and began unpacking his bag. However, what he had failed to notice when grabbing it from Felix’s house, that on top of his wadded up clothes, was a piece of paper.

His brows creased in confusion, picking up the slip with two fingers and squinting to read the penciled handwriting.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx 

  Jisung

Blinking rapidly, Minho’s heart lurched. Jisung left his number for him? Swallowing down the gross feelings that crept through his stomach at the thought, Minho found himself staring down at the paper, rereading the numbers as if they would disappear if he looked away.

He sucked in a breath, carefully placing the paper onto his bedside table to then unpack the rest of his clothes from his bag. When he was finished, Minho slunk down to the floor, leaning against the side of his bed to stare at the wall opposite to him.

Don’t overthink it.

Minho, however, was overthinking it.

Two halves of his mind battled against two points, similar to an argument except it was with himself. The rational part of his mind made the distinction that Jisung had given Minho his number, purely for sex. 

Minho’s rational and irrational sides of his brain also agreed that Jisung giving Minho his number for sex wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Maybe even a great thing. But still, even through that extremely logical point, one side of Minho believed it was something more.

More, more than sex, more than purely physical.

The more he imagined, it was sickening, confusing. It was a storm, clouded and hazed in Minho’s mind.

Except why did Minho feel inclined to believe Jisung thought anything more about Minho? They had known each other for barely more than a week, and sure, they had fucked, but that didn’t mean anything.

Nor did Minho want it to mean anything, because this was all for his plan, he had to stick to the plan. Instead, he should be considering this a total win on his part. Jisung wanted to see him more, to talk to him more.

Was it wrong that Minho also wanted to talk to Jisung more? He didn’t know.

Maybe it was better that he didn’t know, because if he was clueless to it all, he wouldn’t be able to put a name on it. It was painful, really, that Jisung took up so much room in his head when he was supposed to be giving that effect to Jisung.

Minho wanted Jisung to only be able to think about him, not the latter. He wouldn’t necessarily admit that his plan had backfired just yet, Minho still had his dignity. So instead, Minho did what he did best and shoved that thought to the back of his mind. 

Still, Minho had a hitch that things weren’t going to plan. 

A rush of adrenaline shot through him as Minho glanced up at the slip of paper above him, and he plucked it off the table, setting it in his lap. Sucking in a breath, Minho typed the numbers into his contacts and opened the messages.

____________________________________________________________

Jisung

hey

____________________________________________________________

Minho immediately closed out the app and set his phone down on the covers, climbing into his bed where he stared at the ceiling until a buzz peeled his eyes open. Reluctantly, he wondered if this was worth it, second guessing himself.

Texting Jisung was another door that opened before him, another step in the wrong direction. Getting to know Jisung would make everything harder in the long run, yet, that pull dragged him closer.

____________________________________________________________

Jisung

hey

hi 

this minho?

yes

is this jisung?

yes haha

whyd u give me ur number?

why do you think?

____________________________________________________________

That was Minho’s problem, he didn’t know. He didn’t know why Jisung gave Minho his number, that was exactly why he asked. Minho found himself staring for a long time at Jisung’s message, trying to come up with an answer that didn’t make him sound completely stupid, or clueless.

Eventually, he decided that sounding clueless was better than sounding stupid.

____________________________________________________________

Jisung

idk thats why i asked

sucks to be you then

ugh jisung just tell me

no

whyyy 

what will u give me if i tell you

nothing 

exactly my point

T_T

what do you want me to give you

what do u think

I DONT KNOW!!

i think you do

..

jisung

hmm??

nothing

tell me

what will you give me if i tell you~~

____________________________________________________________

Minho quickly shut his phone off, putting his face in his hands. He groaned quietly into his palms, what was he doing? He heard the phone buzz next to him but he ignored it. 

He wasn’t necessarily sure if this was borderline flirting, but it felt like it. It felt too domestic, too playful, too much like they were friends. Minho didn’t want that. He just wanted Jisung to be attracted to him, not anything more.

Except Minho was responding as well, egging him on. Something about Jisung made him forget all of his rationalities, even if he thought about them only moments before. Something about Jisung drew him in, and locked away the outside.

He had to change something, he just needed to text Jisung for the sole reason to get him to like Minho more. 

____________________________________________________________

Jisung

;)

ok fine if you wont tell me why then

tell me about yourself

dont wanna type~~

my fingers are tired

then call me

and tell me about yourself

____________________________________________________________

Jisung did not respond to his message, but immediately, Jisung’s gray profile picture appeared on his phone screen, underneath the words incoming call from Jisung. Minho sucked in a breath before answering, dragging his phone to his ear.

“So lazy,” Minho droned out, keeping his voice as level as possible. Jisung responded with an annoyed mumble, and the sound of rustling, presumably in a bed, sounded through the call.

“Are you gonna tell me about yourself?” Minho pondered, leaning against his own headboard and tilting his head, as though he was actually talking to someone in front of him.

“Why do you wanna know?” Jisung finally spoke, tone undistinguishable.

Minho hummed, “--Thought we weren’t asking questions.”

“O-Kay, as long as you tell me about yourself then, it’s only fair.”

Minho rolled his eyes, before responding with a small, “Fine.”

A small pause came from Jisung’s side before he spoke, “M’kay, I’m twenty-one, err– I’m studying music and that’s about it.”

“--Wait, you’re younger than me?” Minho sputtered out, ignoring the fact that Jisung’s response was rather boring and minor. 

“Guess so,” Jisung spoke, sounding unsurprised in comparison to Minho, “how old are you then?” 

Minho blinked rapidly, “I just turned twenty-three.” His words emitted a small sound from Jisung’s side, one that Minho was unable to differentiate through the soft background noise. 

“Wow, you’re old.”

Minho let out a small chuckle, “Shut up.” Though he settled down when he realized that he sounded a little too lighthearted for his own good. He hummed quietly, leaning his head back further.

“Jisung, I wanna know why you gave me your number.”

Jisung’s laugh sounded through the phone, and Minho pulled his eyebrows together, “You gotta tell me about yourself first.”

Minho sighed obnoxiously in return, pulling another small chuckle from Jisung as he did. “Okay, I’m Lee Minho, you already know that I’m twenty-three, and I’m majoring in dance.”

“Dance, hmm?” Minho was unsure of what Jisung was trying to get at, so he simply replied, “Yes.”

“ ‘Kay, now you gotta tell me why.”

There was a long pause, before Jisung eventually muttered out, “It’s not obvious?”

Minho rolled his eyes again, leaning on the irritated side as Jisung avoided answering yet again, “Clearly not, if I’m asking you.”

Jisung hummed, “Cause I wanted to talk to you, duh.”

Minho felt his stomach lurch as Jisung spoke, eyes widening slightly. The only thing he could sputter out in response was a small, “Yeah?” Slightly unsure at his own reaction to Jisung’s words.

Rustling sounded through the phone, before Jisung spoke again, his voice lowered, “Yeah, I like listening to your voice.” Minho’s heart hammered in his chest, bodily reactions giving no thought to the way his mind raced for him to stop.

Minho swallowed thickly, “Mm, I like yours too.”

He heard Jisung exhale through the phone, and after a moment of silence, Minho caved into his own physical desire, his hand drifting to his stomach before he muttered, “ Fuck, I wanna see you.”

Jisung’s breathing stopped for a moment, “I know baby, but Felix is home.”

Baby. 

Baby.  

The word sent heat straight to his dick, and Minho felt himself whimper in response. Jisung must’ve heard it, because a small chuckle emitted from the phone. 

Minho couldn’t help it.

Reluctantly, Minho slid a hand down to pull his sweatpants down, letting them rest at his mid thigh. His hand ghosted over his boxers,  shivering at the contact, Minho pulled his legs up closer to his chest, head leaned back on the headboard.

“Jisung, I want–” Minho tittered, voice dark, “I want you right now.” It was painfully obvious what he was doing, by the sound of his strained breaths, trying to keep them as quiet as possible.

Jisung wasn’t stupid, Minho knew that. “Fuck, Min– I know.” 

After a few seconds of silence, Jisung’s voice coaxed out, low and heavy, “Are you.. Are you touching yourself?” Jisung sounded as if he was restraining himself, breaths focused.

Minho nodded, even though Jisung couldn’t see him, whispering out, “Yeah, are you?” 

A small whine passed through the phone, sending waves of heat through Minho’s stomach. That was enough of an answer for Minho. He slid his boxers to meet his sweatpants and finally wrapped his hand around his cock, letting out a breathy moan as he did.

They did not speak for a solid amount of time, both drawn forward by the sounds of the other, and Minho did not let Jisung leave his mind. He pictured Jisung above him, staring deeply into his eyes while he fucked him senseless, grip tight on Minho’s hips.

Minho whimpered loudly at the thought. “Jisung– I wish I was with you,” He breathed out, it was wishful thinking, spur of the moment, even. But his pleasure-driven mind never seems to think rationally.

“What would you do if I was there?” Jisung implored, voice gruff and breathy, a small groan following. Minho quickened his hand, parting his lips in thought. 

“I’d get on my hands and knees– Spread myself open for you.” Minho sucked on his bottom lip, subconsciously spreading out his thighs on the bed as he ran his thumb over his slit, shuddering at the feeling.

Jisung groaned in response, “Fuck– You’d look so good, hot and needy for me,” Jisung lilled out, his tone shaky, “Wanna fuck you so bad, –wanna feel you again.” Jisung’s words pooled heat inside his stomach, and Minho tried to respond, but a moan was yanked from his throat.

“Jisung– Are you, fuck, are you close?” Minho whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he imagined Jisung laying in his bed, hand wrapped around his cock, thinking about Minho. 

“Yeah,” Jisung breathed out, “Cum for me baby, cum for me.” Jisung’s words sent electricity through Minho’s nerves, pulling a full body shudder from him as pleasure pooled in his stomach, biting his bottom lip to mask a rather large moan that threatened to escape.

Minho pushed himself until he couldn’t anymore, teetering off the edge and releasing into his hand with a gasp, pulling his eyes shut harder as he was engulfed with white, hot bliss.

Jisung followed not long after, moaning softly through the phone, and then falling silent, apart from his quickened breaths. They panted through their orgasms, both not speaking, letting the presence of the other alone guide them.

Eventually, when Minho’s breathing slowed, he regained himself, carefully opening his eyes to the brightness of his room. “Jisung,” Minho sighed out mindlessly.

“Yeah?”

“ I just wanted to say your name.”

Jisung did not give a response, only exhaling through the phone. Minho swallowed. It still stumped Minho how needy he got when Jisung was around, how much he would give up when facing him, or talking to him.

It wasn’t safe.

Because that fact in itself, would catch up to Minho, there was no doubt in it. There was no way Minho would be able to recover. It was either Minho pushed himself away, to avoid hurting himself, or continue, continue thinking about Jisung, continue talking to Jisung.

–Continue wanting Jisung.

That was it. He wanted Jisung.

He admitted it now, sure, but it wouldn’t stop him from ignoring it until it got bad. Part of him knew that there was no returning now, now that Jisung was in reach, at the tip of his fingers, all he had to do was lurch forward and grab.

But he couldn’t, he couldn’t. Everything he had worked towards to get Jisung in this position would be gone, and Minho felt like it was doing a disservice to his past self, the self that hated Jisung with all his energy.

Jisung hadn’t changed, so why did Minho think of him like he did?

It was all up to perspective, too, he assumed, but there was something wrong with how easily Minho was getting attached to Jisung. The truth was already unveiled, Minho would admit it now, it was true that he wanted Jisung.

Minho wanted Jisung badly.

He shouldn’t.

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Minho slept like a rock that night. Which, he wasn’t completely sure was beneficial or not, especially regarding the fact that he was wide awake at 10 AM. Usually, he took Sundays to sleep in late, relax, maybe watch a movie, but it was too early, it was throwing him off.

Alas, one can only lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for so long. Climbing out of bed, Minho chugged the rest of the room-temperature water that sat on his bedside table and relished in its lukewarm hydration. Eventually, he exited his room, into the empty living space, which was connected to a kitchen.

He grabbed himself a granola bar from the pantry and set himself down in a worn down, pale red armchair that lay adjacent to the couch. Gnawing on the granola bar, Minho’s memory drifted back to the previous night.

Jisung and him had stayed on the call for a bit, not necessarily speaking, but embracing each other's presence while Minho let himself worry about the future. Maybe Jisung did too, Minho wouldn’t know.

Apparently, his furrowed brows were a little too evident, for a voice rang out from beside him, entering the room. Minho’s head turned up, washing his expression away as best as possible as his eyes met Chan, his roommate, the only roommate he actually enjoyed being around.

“Hey, Min, you good? Lookin’ a little under the weather.”

Minho almost rolled his eyes at the dad-like words Chan said, but he refrained himself, instead, pulling his lips into a half frown, debating whether it was worth it to immediately spill his entire life story.

“Uh– Yeah.”

Is what he eventually settled with, though obviously it didn’t seem like enough, because Chan was settling himself down on the couch near Minho, eyes swimming with what Minho deemed as worry.

He did feel a little bad for dragging Chan into this, though, it’s not like he would name drop or anything, and it would all be hypothetical, of course. His concerns slowly faded as he met Chan’s gaze, the man’s hands folded in his lap, reminding him comically of a therapist.

“Are you sure? Wanna talk about it?” Chan cocked his head, furrowing his brows as he tried to read Minho’s expression. Minho sucked in a breath, leaning back further into the plush of the chair, fingernails digging into the material at the armrests.

“Well, there is this one thing that I kind of need advice about,” Minho began, and Chan’s worried look was replaced with one of more ‘I’m here, I’m listening,’ and he inquired with a nod for Minho to continue.

Minho blinked a few times, debating on how to word it before diving straight in, “Okay so, hypothetically,” – The hypothetically was very important, – “if you came up with a plan to lead a possibly homophobic person on, and it backfired and you’re pretty sure that you’re catching feelings, what would you do?” 

Talking quickly, Minho eventually caught up with himself, feeling sick to his stomach at speaking the last part, finally admitting it outloud, rather. Because that’s what it was, it was sickening, and it drove Minho insane even thinking about it.

If he thought it was bad thinking about it, he was in for it now, because talking about it was a whole new level. Chan nodded his head for a few seconds, which had Minho gnawing on his bottom lip, attempting to seem composed.

“Okay, that was definitely not what I was expecting,” Chan let out a small chuckle, though he met Minho’s eyes with understanding, “What was the plan originally?”

“Well, I— Shit— The plan was to kind of seduce him..?” Minho cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed at the reality of it all, “Um, just so y’know, after getting him attached or whatever, you’d just leave him.”

Chan laughed at that, Minho didn’t quite know why. “Damn Min, that’s cold,” but his laugh soon faded, eyebrows coming together in a ponder. Minho spoke again, attempting to defend himself, it sounded pretty bad.

“Well– He talks loud on the phone, and y’know, he said something like ‘a boy can’t do it better than a girl,’ saying it was weird and stuff, “ Minho scoffed at his own words, “Guess I just wanted to piss him off for saying shit like that.” He wasn’t sure why now was the time he dropped the whole ‘hypothetical’ thing, not that Chan didn’t already know, he always does.

The man on the couch leaned back slightly, looking conflicted, “You wanted to prove that a boy could do it better than a girl?” Chan blinked at him, and Minho rushed to correct it, “No! No, well – Just that they could do it equally as good.” He bit his bottom lip hard, shutting himself up before he could utter the words, ‘that I could do it better than a girl.’

Chan must’ve noticed Minho’s cessation, from the way his eyes flicked to both of Minho’s, almost as he was desperately trying to read him. Though he didn’t comment on it, only nodding carefully, “I see.”

I see? That was it? Minho almost made a rash comment about his unhelpfulness, but he stopped himself, sinking back down into the couch and drifting away from the harsh stance his brain was taking. He was so worked up over this.

Chan was silent for a few seconds, and Minho assumed he was deep in thought. Before finally responding, words careful, “Well? Do you know why you’re attracted to him?”

His words hit Minho hard, it was a question he himself hadn’t had the guts to even ask himself, and now he was being pushed headfirst into it. He sucked in a shaky breath, mind racing, “Um.. I don’t–” He paused, regaining himself, “Okay, so he’s hot, good in bed too ,” Chan’s eyes closed in a moderate disbelief, and Minho could only laugh in response, before meeting the man’s gaze in a ‘just keep going’ kind of look.

Minho stifled his laughter, mouth opening to continue, “I dunno, I’m just kind of drawn to him. He was a jerk, yeah, but I think I just like the chase, y’know?” Minho rambled, “Like, wanting something you can’t – No, you shouldn’t have.” 

“ –And I’m pretty sure he just wants me for sex, which was the end goal, so kind of a fuck up on my side, but part of me just.. Part of me just likes him, like I feel shitty when I’m not near him, and I have no idea why, and ChanIthinkI’mfuckedupinthehead.” 

He finished the last part in one breath, slightly winded from his almost monologue-esque rant. Chan gave him a moment to regain himself before blinking sympathetically. “Okay, so you’re attracted to a guy that probably only wants you for sex, but you want more from him?

Minho pressed his lips together, “ That’s the problem, I guess I like the idea of having more, but wouldn’t everything I fucking stood for be gone? Right? Like what about him being homophobic?” Chan seemed to analyze his features once more, before calmly responding.

“Obviously you changed something in him if you two had sex.”

That hadn’t crossed Minho’s mind yet. Fuck Chan was right, why was he always right? Chan’s words interrupted his thoughts, “ –Plus it's possible that he hangs around total jerks, peer pressure is a real thing.”

Minho continued sucking on his bottom lip in thought, “Mm, that’s true, but it doesn’t change the fact that he only wants me for sex, and I should only want him for sex.” He practically begged for Chan to just agree with him, though deep down, he knew it wouldn’t make anything better in the long run.

Chan gave a small exhale, “If you really think that he doesn’t share the same feelings as you, don’t you think it would be better to distance yourself? For your own personal safety, because Minho, things slip, they always do.” Chan took a long pause, waiting for Minho’s response.

Minho couldn’t seem to form words, mind wrapped around what Chan had said. He had no reason to believe Jisung would ever reciprocate whatever the hell Minho felt for him, because that’s not how it works. They were fuckbuddies, at best.

Fuckbuddies that practically hated each other before Minho had come up with his dumbass plan. There was no question that Jisung only saw Minho as something he could fuck, because that’s exactly how Minho wanted him to feel. 

Minho wanted Jisung to solely like him for the purpose that he felt the best when having sex with Minho. Minho hadn’t meant to get attracted to him, and it only dawned on him now that Chan was 100% correct.

There was no way in hell that Jisung wouldn’t know that Minho felt something other than sexual attraction towards him. He definitely did feel sexual attraction for Jisung, that was a fact, but just like what Chan had said, things slip.

He would fuck up when they were having sex, say something like, ‘You’re beautiful’ or ‘I wish you were mine.’ And if that happened, Minho’s life would crumble, just absolutely shatter from embarrassment. 

“You’re right.” 

Minho finally spoke, words quiet, his tone selective. He did not fail to notice the way Chan’s face slightly brightened at the words, but Minho didn’t speak on it.

-

Minho managed to somehow survive his first week back after break. 

It was hell, sure, but that’s what being a fine arts major does to you. What was harder though, was forcing himself to stop thinking about Jisung. It seemed like an easy task at first, especially when he thanked Chan for his help and they watched a TV show together, he noticed that his mind didn’t even drift to Jisung.

But as he sat in class, or ate lunch, even just being alone in the depths of his covers, his thoughts always seemed to drift. Occasionally, it would be a ‘I wonder what Jisung is doing,’ or a ‘I wonder what class Jisung is in right now.’ 

And he did his best to rid of them immediately, trying to desperately think about something else, like cats, or coffee. Although, when he was alone, there was nothing to cling onto but his own wandering mind. 

It drove him insane.

Friday had finally approached, he was out of school, slumped over in his bed, chatting to one of his friends. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his Friday night, but he wasn’t necessarily in the mood to go out.

“Hyunjin, I don’t really feel up to a party,” Minho groaned out, stuffing his face in his pillow as he rolled over, and a desperate sounding Hyunjin sounded through the phone, “Minhooooo!! I’ll be all alone,” he pouted.

Minho rolled his eyes, switching to rest on the side of his face, gaze focusing on one of the faded posters that littered his wall. “Why should I get out of my oh-so comfortable bed and go to some fuckass frat party?” He bored out, giggling quietly as Hyunjin gasped through the phone.

“To spend time with me of course!” Hyunjin exclaimed, before pausing and speaking again, this time, his tone a bit lower, “Plus, I heard this one guy from my French class is coming, he’s ultra-mega hot, I bet he’s gay too!” Minho cringed at Hyunjin’s use of the words ‘ultra-mega hot,’ scoffing to himself.

“Mm.. Your offer is tempting.” Minho thought for a moment, and again, he found himself thinking about Jisung. It felt wrong. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought, fingers twitching around the phone.

Honestly, it wouldn’t be a terrible way to get over Jisung, to meet another guy, talk to him, even just going to a party, the opportunities were endless, though he found part of himself completely rejecting the idea. He wasn’t necessarily sure why, and the confusion inside him sent a spiraling sensation to his gut.

“No.” Minho firmly said, ignoring the creeping feeling of sickness as it climbed up his throat. Hyunjin whined through the call, but accepted it nonetheless, saying his goodbyes to Minho, mentioning that he had found a ride to the party.

They hung up and Minho was left to sit up and stare at the foot of his bed, willing the nauseous feelings inside of him away. Once he had calmed down, he opened his phone and pulled up the messages. 

Minho stared blankly at the two messages Jisung had sent that he ignored from the past five days. The first, a simple ‘Minho’ he had sent on Tuesday, and the second, a ‘?’ from Wednesday . He swallowed thickly, swiping his thumbs across the keyboard.

is felix home?

Immediately, he set his phone face down on the bed, pulling himself up to stumble into the hallway bathroom and splashing his face with water. Minho met his own gaze in the mirror, vision flashing darker for a moment. He almost thought he was going to throw up, so his fingers clutched the cold surface of the counter until he regained himself.

He was going in the wrong direction. He shouldn’t have texted Jisung. 

But he had to.

Minho carefully crept back to his room, eyes focused on his phone, still face down, still on his bed, this was real. He wasn’t hallucinating, he wasn’t sick, he wasn’t wrong. Hesitantly, he pulled the device into his grasp.

No

His heart lurched, lips parted. He needed to see Jisung. No matter how much his mind begged him not to, no matter how much his morals and rationalities told him how much of a shitty idea this was, Minho gave it no mind.

-

Minho was knocking on the door in a flash, practically half-aware the whole way to Felix and Jisung’s apartment. There were a few moments of silence, leaving Minho to almost consider simply running away, before the door swung open.

Dark eyes met his, Jisung. 

Jisung.

They did not speak as Jisung stepped to the side to let Minho in. They didn’t speak when Jisung shut the door behind him, and they didn’t speak when their eyes met each other for the second time.

Minho wasn’t sure how long they stared at each other in the entryway, simply enveloped in the other’s presence, drinking in the moment. Suddenly, Jisung’s eyes fell to Minho’s lips, and Minho found himself stepping forward, Jisung mirroring him.

They were pressed together instantly, lips finally meeting in the silence of Jisung’s home. Minho tugged him closer, both hands fisted into Jisung’s T-shirt, breathing in his scent. 

They kissed as if they had never kissed before. One of Jisung’s hands softly cupped his cheek, while the other hugged against the nape of his neck, bringing Minho impossibly closer.

Their chests were flush, and Jisung backed Minho up against the wall, tightening his grip on Minho’s jaw, and Minho found himself sliding his arms around Jisung’s neck. When they finally broke apart, a soft sigh came from Jisung’s parted lips, “Minho, fuck .”

Minho attempted to meet Jisung’s gaze, trying to get a gauge of how Jisung was feeling, yet the boy’s eyes were still fluttered shut, head slightly tilted to the side. Minho sucked in a breath, fidgeting with the back of Jisung’s T-shirt collar.

Finally, Jisung pulled his eyes open, carefully making eye contact. Jisung looked blissed, and he stared at Minho with an expression completely unfamiliar to him. Minho inched his head forward, and Jisung immediately met his lips again, mouth open.

Minho took no time to slide his tongue into Jisung’s mouth, sighing softly at the warmth. Jisung’s hands drifted down Minho’s sides, gently resting at his waist. Kissing Jisung felt like home in a strange, stomach dropping way.

He completely surrounded himself in the feeling, drinking in the way Jisung tasted, falling totally and entirely once again. He didn’t give a shit if his effort to get over Jisung were futile and ineffectual, because all his mind could think about was Jisung.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of Jisung’s hands, and Jisung’s lips. It was all Jisung, and Minho lapped it up. He kissed Jisung until tears pricked at his eyes, angry, emotional, relieved tears. Jisung must have noticed, because he pulled them apart, their lips leaving each other with a loud pop sound.

Minho couldn’t meet his eyes, an embarrassed flush washing over him as a tear rolled down his cheek. Jisung’s thumb immediately smoothed over it, wiping it away before it could touch his jaw. 

“Minho, shit, let's go lay down, okay?” 

He gave a nod in return, still keeping his gaze pulled away, locked on the floor as Jisung took hold of his wrist and brought them to his room, not bothering to shut the door on the way in. Jisung let go of Minho’s wrist as he brought them to the edge of the bed.

They both sat, and Minho squeezed his eyes shut, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “I’m sorry.” Minho shuddered out, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt Jisung’s hand drift to meet Minho’s wrist again, pulling it away from his other hand and into his own lap.

Minho hadn’t even realized he had been picking at his skin until he opened his eyes and saw the small prick of blood beside one of his fingernails. “Sorry for what baby?” Jisung whispered beside him. The name made his stomach flutter sickeningly, and Minho decided against pushing it away this time.

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts.”

Jisung cooed next to him, and Minho took this time to swoon over how the boy was acting. When has Jisung ever acted like this? Minho let Jisung’s sweetness seep into his own skin, sending him spiraling. 

“Minho, it’s okay.”

Minho immediately sucked in a breath “It’s not okay – Cause I fucking missed you! Fuck why did I miss you?” He hicced out, voice slightly raising, not completely sure what he was even saying. Jisung only let out a small laugh in return.

“ –Missed you too.” Jisung muttered, his fingers twining with Minho’s and he dragged his lowered gaze to their wrapped hands. Minho’s heart lurched at the sight, pounding hard in his chest, almost hard enough that he was positive Jisung would’ve been able to hear it.

“You did?”

“Yeah, fuck. I don’t know why either.”

Minho chuckled softly. And soon, the realization dawned on him that Jisung was just as lost. Minho pulled his gaze up, meeting Jisung’s eyes, which were already locked on him. His breath caught in his throat as they stared at each other, and Minho found himself getting grossly curious.

“Jisung,” Minho muttered out.

Jisung hummed, eyebrows slightly adjusting as he was addressed, head tilting to the side. Minho fluttered his eyes shut in embarrassment, only to open them again, but to turn his head away, staring at the wall across from them.

“Did you fuck anyone else earlier this week?” Minho mumbled out, an unusual feeling creeping over his chest, he just wanted to know. Beside him, Jisung sounded like he almost choked, most likely surprised from Minho’s question.

Meeting his gaze again, he deemed his guess to be true, because Jisung’s eyes were widened only slightly, before eventually reverting to their normal size, “No,” He breathed out, and Minho watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

“Really?” Minho blinked, strangely relieved.

Jisung nodded, “Yeah, – only want you.”

Minho’s stomach swooped, flipping over inside him as a blush crept over his cheekbones, forcing him to swallow away the feeling so he would actually be able to respond. However, his body seemed to fail him, and the only word he was able to whisper out was a small, “Yeah?”

Jisung swallowed, his lips falling apart, nodding again. “Mm. Kept thinking about you.” His tone was low, dangerous, and Minho gripped their hands tighter. Minho noticed how much closer they had gotten, thighs brushing against each other, when did they get so close?

“In what way Jisung?” Minho blinked, almost in a faux innocence. A small grin crept onto Jisung’s lips, and Minho had to stop himself from immediately crashing their mouths together right then and there. 

“In all ways Minho.” 

It definitely wasn’t the response he was expecting. Minho’s breath caught in his throat, heart pounding in his chest as he breathed out, “Fuck, Jisung.” Jisung stared at him as though Minho was all he could think about, eyes practically glistening.

Minho pressed their lips together, dragging the hand in his lap to Jisung’s nape. Jisung met him in a soft kiss, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. They pulled apart after a few seconds, breaths heavy, hands still intertwined.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” Minho whispered, eyes shutting as his forehead fell onto Jisung’s shoulder.

“There’s nothing wrong with you Minho.”

Chapter Text

Minho ended up sleeping in Jisung’s bed that night.

He wasn’t completely sure what had happened. One minute, Minho was yawning, slightly complaining about feeling a bit tired, and the next, he was out, wrapped in one of Jisung’s arms, bodies close, pulled flush together.

So it was a bit bemusing to his drowsed mind when beside him, he felt nothing but the cold sheets, lacking a previous warmth in which he had fallen accustomed to during the night. Minho dragged his eyes open and quickly adjusted to the curtained darkness of Jisung’s bedroom.

Sucking in a breath, he rolled over onto his stomach, accounting for the lack of Jisung next to him. His gut twisted with worry, had he done something embarrassing in his sleep? 

Minho tried not to worry about it, focusing more on attempting to fully wake himself, fingers fumbling for his phone on the bed. He finally grasped it, checking the time, 10:24 AM. 

Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness of his lockscreen, Minho sat up, gaze flicking to the cracked open door, scratching his head and running his fingers along his scalp. Minho brought himself to his feet, feeling curious of Jisung’s whereabouts.

He spotted the boy once he emerged from the hallway, back turned, perched on one of the barstools in the kitchen. Minho easily made his way over, his socked feet masking any noise against the hardwood.

Jisung did not flinch when Minho appeared next to him, sliding into the neighboring chair. He simply turned his head, making eye contact, and Minho swore he saw the corner of his lip turn up.

“Morning,” Minho mumbled out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, partly because he was tired, and partly because he felt a slight indisposition as result of Jisung’s heavy gaze. When he pulled his hands away from his face, Minho noticed Jisung’s eyes crease before he spoke.

“Good morning.” 

Minho blinked at him for a moment, trying to read into his expression. He looked soft, while yes, it was a strange way to categorize someone’s features, it felt right. Jisung’s gaze was lighter now, less observant and more focused, as though Minho was all he wanted to think about.

It made Minho spiral.

His brain still couldn’t wrap around Jisung’s sudden attitude change. He assumed the distance gave Jisung a lot of time to deliberate, to worry, maybe to stress. “What were you doing in here?” Minho’s voice was quieter, more sheltered, even though it was only the two of them in the silence of Jisung’s kitchen.

It wasn’t pressuring, possibly just mere curiosity from Minho. Jisung blinked at him, as though he was trying to remember his previous state. 

“Mm,” He hummed, “Just thinking.”

Minho tilted his head at that, it was a broad two words.

“Thinking ‘bout what?” Minho adjured, eyebrows slowly pulling together.

Jisung chuckled, eyes pulling away for a split second, before returning to Minho’s. “You, actually.” He practically whispered, tone low. Jisung’s words made Minho’s stomach flip.

“Really? What about me?” Minho perked, a curious expression planted on his face, eyes slightly widened. Jisung cautiously bit his lip at that, though his gaze did not waver.

“Uh– Lots of stuff. Can’t really say.”

Minho’s eyes got impossibly wider, can’t say? “Like, sexually?”

Jisung immediately retracted, his own eyes mirroring Minho’s. “Oh – Shit, no, well, – fuck – I guess a little , but no, no that’s not what I meant,” he fumbled around his words, stuttering like it was a second language.

Minho let out a small giggle, he had never seen Jisung so vulnerable before. Still, he didn’t have the heart to tease him, nor press on, no matter how curious he might be. Rather, he stared hard at Jisung, trying to unwrap his facial expression.

At his lack of success, Minho frowned to himself, leaning forward on the counter, fingers picking at the skin on his forearms. “Jisung,” Minho began, watching as Jisung’s eyes widened slightly at his name.

“ – What’re we doing?”

Minho noticed as Jisung sharply inhaled, pressing his lips into a frown. “I have no fucking idea.” Minho chuckled softly at that, though he stopped when he realized he, too, had little to no idea what was going on between the two of them.

Suddenly, Minho switched the topic, immediately blurting the words that came to his mind, “Jisung, did you hate me?” Jisung paused at his words, blinking in thought, before answering with a simple, “No.”

Confused, Minho raised a brow, “Really? You seemed about ready to kill me multiple times,” he pointed out, mind silently drifting back in time. Jisung was silent, expression rather blank.

His tone mirrored his face, lacking in emotion, “Hmm, you were pretty irritating to me at first,” Minho almost felt offended, but soon realized that he definitely didn’t feel fond of Jisung beforehand either.

Jisung continued, “But I liked messing with you,” a flashy grin appeared on his lips, almost devilish.

Minho’s eyes widened, “I thought you were annoying me ‘cause you didn’t like me,” Minho reminisced about the several occasions where Jisung’s face was plastered with hate, disgust, all of the above. Part of him knew some of that wasn’t a facade.

A small hum emit from Jisung, “Well, that was part of it, you did tick me off on occasion, but I guess I liked seeing you pissed off,” he shrugged, while Minho’s brows raised higher than they had ever, it seems.

“But you were annoying me even when you didn’t even know me,” Minho stated, while Jisung laughed under his breath, and Minho knew exactly what Jisung was thinking about. 

That first night, when Minho couldn’t sleep, specifically because of Jisung. He almost rolled his eyes thinking back to it, but Jisung’s amused expression piqued his curiosity before he could.

“Oh yeah, I was drunk as fuck, thought it would be funny to mess with one of Felix’s friends,” Jisung shrugged, and Minho ending up rolling his eyes this time, letting out an irritated grumble, “Fuck you for that, actually.”

Jisung stared at him for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips, “See, you’re cute when you’re mad.” Minho felt the blood rush to his ears, a pink flush coating his skin, placing his face in his hands.

Eventually, he peeked an eye out, and then lowered his hands into his lap, slightly swiveling the kitchen chair to face Jisung, “Mm, that pissed me off so bad, my sleep is very important to me,” Minho pouted.

“You liked it, though.”

Minho’s lips fell open, noticing how the blush immediately returned to his face, but this time, he was too stricken to place it in his palms again. Jisung looked at him smugly, head tipped back only slightly, watching Minho through hooded eyes.

Returning the smile, Minho leant forward slowly, until his face was about a foot away from Jisung’s, enough to feel the other boy’s breath on his skin, “I like the way you sound better when you’re not forcing yourself to be loud,” Minho shrugged simply, keeping his voice secluded, before leaning back in the chair.

He watched Jisung’s face contort into a flush for a split second, lips falling open. Minho found himself resisting the urge to lean forward again, and kiss Jisung’s open mouth. However, as quickly as it fell, Jisung closed it.

“Yeah?” Jisung hummed, tone lower than it was before, voice a twinge more husky. Minho definitely noticed the change, fidgeting with the fabric of his shorts to stop any temptation, he didn’t want to give in, they were supposed to be talking about their feelings.

Minho only nodded, eyes drifting away to the cabinets behind Jisung, sucking in a breath. “Jisung, why’d you miss me?” The conversation shifted heavily at Minho’s words, and Jisung’s eyes flashed.

“I don’t know,” the other boy breathed out, and Minho met his gaze once more, noticing how Jisung didn’t blink when their eyes met. “I’ve – I’ve never felt something like this, it’s fucking me up.”

Minho felt heavy from Jisung’s words, they were almost too close to home. 

“I just – I don’t understand how you went from so..” Minho faded off, looking at an expectant Jisung. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, he found the right words. “You were so cold – before, and now you’re so – So close, so..”

Minho thought back to the previous night, how Jisung comforted him, called him baby, didn’t push anything past kissing. It left a warm hole in his chest, one that he knew only one thing would fill. Jisung.

It was now that he realized it, somehow, someway, Jisung had become a part of Minho, a part of his mind, always drifting through his thoughts. He had warped Minho beyond any way he had ever been altered.

A boy who he once thought despised him, a boy who Minho had despised.

Jisung stared at him, he did not speak. Minho snapped from his thoughts as Jisung’s body leaned only the slightest bit forward, sending a swoop through Minho’s stomach from something he deemed as nerves.

Minho watched as Jisung’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, before lifting his head and staring straight into Jisung’s eyes, practically through his soul. He was so vulnerable, so unguarded in this state.

His thoughts were practically splattered on the floor in between them, and past those dark eyes, Minho saw worry, pain, want. Jisung’s lips parted, and in a strange, similar fashion, Jisung whispered. 

“Minho, I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Minho dragged a hand from his lap to place on Jisung’s jaw, the skin warm to the touch, he was always warm. Jisung swallowed again, and Minho blinked slowly at him.

“Jisung, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Immediately after his words, Jisung melted into Minho’s touch, eyes fluttering shut. Minho dragged a finger along the skin of his cheek, he was so different from before.

He decided that he liked this Jisung much better, the real Jisung. Not the Jisung that was plagued by the shackles of his own mind, the Jisung that was soft spoken, thoughtful. This was his favorite Jisung.

Minho didn’t know how long this would last, how long Jisung would stay like this, so exposed and laid out perfectly for Minho to dissect. So, he did what anyone in his shoes, – or rather, socks, – would do, and took advantage of the moment.

He surged forward, lifting himself from his own chair and climbing onto Jisung’s lap, lips pressing against Jisung’s mouth. Jisung sighed from underneath him, and Minho immediately felt the presence of hands on the sides of his waist, the touch light.

They melted into the kiss, almost as if they conjoined as one, perfectly settling into a harmony that only they knew, one that should be wrong, that shouldn’t happen, but somehow, did.

The way their lips molded together was tender, while balancing an equal amount of hunger, licking into each other as if it was the last piece of food before starvation, or the last drop of sunlight before night time.

Minho cupped Jisung’s cheeks, fingertips lingering on the hair at his nape, brushing through the thin strands. While Jisung’s hands carefully drifted across Minho’s body, touching him like he was a priceless artifact, fingers airily ghosting over the T-shirt Minho had been wearing since last night.

Eventually, when it became too much, they pulled apart, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, hands still lingering where they were previously placed. Minho stared into Jisung’s eyes, and Jisung stared back, unwavering, swimming with so many emotions that Minho couldn’t pinpoint a single one.

It was only then, that the two of them noticed the harsh click of the front door unlocking, and the subtle noise it made when hitting the adjacent wall. Minho did his best to quickly climb back onto his chair, making a small noise as he stumbled back, winded.

Felix turned around the corner, three plastic bags slung around his arms, with his phone trapped between his teeth. The blonde’s expression immediately widened, eyebrows raising, eyes pulling open. Minho knew that if his precious phone wasn’t in his mouth, his jaw would probably have dropped too.

Shit.

Felix blinked at the two of them, standing in silence, gaze flicking from Jisung, to Minho, then Jisung again, then Minho. He watched in a slight horror as Felix grabbed his phone from his mouth with a free ring finger and pinkie.

“Minho? What are you doing here?”

Minho swallowed, hard. “Felix–” He started, before snapping his mouth shut. Felix already knew, there was no point in lying about it. He knew that Felix wasn’t stupid, and Minho assumed that it was pretty obvious what had happened.

From their wet lips, slightly sweaty, flushed faces, it was obvious.

“Shit, Felix – I’m sorry.” Minho breathed out, meeting the blonde’s gaze with knitted brows. Felix simply closed his eyes for a moment, before making his way to the kitchen, and setting the plastic bags on the counter.

Jisung did not speak as Felix came back around to stand in front of Minho, fingers fidgeting at his sides. “Okay– So,” Felix sighed, placing a stressed hand on his forehead, shaking his head back and forth.

“Really, Min, out of all the people? My brother?” 

Felix’s tone wasn’t angry, leaving Minho to almost sigh with relief. He sounded more disappointed than anything, not annoyed, or irritated, rather just in disbelief.

Minho groaned into his hands, landing another muffled out “I’m sorry,” into his palms. Felix frowned when Minho peeked through his fingers, but his frown turned into a rather wondering look.

“Minho, how the fuck did you do it?”

Minho stared at him, dropping his hands back into his lap and blinking up at Felix from where he stood, confused out of his mind. “Do what?” Minho bleakly asked, tilting his head.

“Dude, Jisung is straight as hell,” the blonde almost chuckled, eyes shifting over to Jisung. Minho too, looked at Jisung, who leaned back on his chair, eyebrows only slightly raised. 

Jisung met his gaze, and Minho shot a grin back at him, and Minho did not miss the way Jisung’s eyes flashed. Minho simply turned back around to face Felix and shrugged.

The blonde shook his head, “Well, I’m kind of annoyed you didn’t warn me or anything, but I won’t stop you, yeah?” Felix sighed softly, arms staying at his sides as his gaze flicked between the two.

“Just please don’t fuck in front of me, I don’t want to see that.” 

Minho immediately flushed at that, putting his face into his hands with another groan, “Lix – God, I wouldn’t.” Embarrassed that he knew Felix was probably getting disgusted at the imagination. He heard Jisung chuckle quietly from beside him, and Minho shot him a warning glance.

Felix spoke up again, after another exhale, “I don’t like it, but I am in no position to deny whatever feelings you two have.” Minho sucked in a breath at the word feelings, noticing as his stomach fluttered from the thought alone.

All Minho found himself able to do was nod up at Felix, watching as something passed over the blonde’s eyes. Then, Felix turned on his heel and walked away, disappearing into the hallway.

It was silent between the two for a while, before Minho let out a small giggle. Jisung followed, until the two of them were laughing. Tears pricked at Minho’s eyes, “ Fuck,” He cursed out.

Jisung only laughed harder at the word, and Minho found himself doubling over in the chair, chest aching. “What kind of terrible timing was that?” Minho asked aloud when the two of them finally seemed to calm down.

Jisung breathed out, shaking his head in disbelief as Minho swiveled to face him. Minho hummed, pulling his eyes shut. They had never laughed like that before. 

Words from Jisung interrupted his thoughts, “Minho, my ass hurts from this chair, can we go to the couch please?” Minho giggled at the way Jisung whined, but complied, wrapping his fingers around Jisung’s wrist and pulling him up.

The two made their way to the couch, where Jisung immediately flopped down, exhaling obnoxiously. Minho scrunched his nose at Jisung playfully as he sat next to him. Minho picked up the remote from the coffee table in front of him, subconsciously.

“Mm, wanna watch something?” Minho asked, not bothering to turn his head to face Jisung as he questioned. Jisung hummed in a way that Minho assumed was a yes. Eventually, Minho landed on a movie, picking one of the first recommendations.

It’s not like Minho really wanted to pay attention to it anyways, he was still curious about Jisung, he needed answers. He just needed background noise.

“Hey, Jisung.” Minho chirped up, and he heard Jisung rustle beside him, presumably to turn his head. Minho however, did not meet his gaze, simply staring straight at the TV.

“Are your friends homophobic?”

Jisung made a noise next to him, one that Minho couldn’t quite decipher, “What do you mean?” Minho assumed that Jisung knew exactly what he meant, he just wanted Minho to explain it to him.

“Well uh – It’s kind of embarrassing, and I apologize in advance but like –” Minho took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone as least-caring-sounding as possible, “I kind of overheard you on the phone with your friend.”

It was silent for a few seconds, only to be interrupted by the sound of Jisung exhaling through his nose. Minho only continued, “You were saying stuff like, to your friend – Like how him being gay, or having sex with guys was weird.”

“Yeah, I said that, um –” Jisung sputtered out, “ Fuck, it’s all I knew.” 

Minho raised a brow, finally turning his head to meet Jisung’s eyes, swimming with worry. “It’s all you knew?” Minho repeated back, the words ghosting over his lips in a whisper.

Jisung nodded, swallowing, “Yeah, I grew up – My parents, you know?” His voice was stuttered, words not fully connecting, as though he was thinking too fast for his mouth to catch up. 

“I’m such an asshole.” Jisung frowned, pulling his gaze away with the turn of his head. Now it was Jisung’s turn to avoid Minho’s gaze, eyes locked on the TV screen. Minho had drowned out the sound by now, only a small fuzz in the back of his mind.

Minho’s eyebrows knitted together, reaching a hand out to cup Jisung’s cheek and turn his head back to face him. Jisung looked back at him with widened eyes and Minho fought the urge to coo, he looked cute .

That definitely wasn’t what he should be thinking during such a serious conversation, so he snapped himself back to reality. “Jisung, stop, you’re not an asshole, maybe you were, but you realize that it was a mistake, right?” Minho comforted him, while also pushing a question into his sentence.

The boy nodded underneath his grip, and Minho pulled his fingers away, almost missing the way a soft noise came from Jisung at the loss. 

“Shit, I should say something to him, apologize or something–” Jisung’s eyes widened, practically sitting up, before Minho carefully pushed him back down, receiving a confused look from Jisung.

Minho looked at him amusedly, “Jisung, you don’t have to right now, there’s no point in rushing, it’ll stress you out, he’ll always be there.” At Minho’s words, Jisung seemed to calm down a bit, sinking back into the couch cushions.

“Lets just watch the movie, yeah?” Minho looked at him expectantly, and Jisung swallowed, nodded, and turned his head back toward the TV.

Pleased, Minho, too, returned his focus back to whatever the hell was going on in the movie. It didn’t take long for his mind to drift away, however, soon landing on how close he and Jisung were, their knees practically touching.

Absent-mindedly, Minho’s legs opened wider, allowing their knees to brush, before resting upon the other. Whether Jisung noticed this or not was unknown to Minho, there were no telling signs, no noises.

Minho felt slightly frustrated, bringing his hands to his lap subconsciously, and beginning to pick at his cuticles, trying to focus on anything other than Jisung. However, Jisung had to have seen this, because in his peripheral vision, he watched Jisung’s head turn slightly to Minho, hair falling just over his eyes, masking them.

A hand trailed over to Minho’s lap, and Minho only had enough time to pull his gaze down to watch as Jisung pulled Minho’s hands away from each other. Minho hummed in confusion, turning his head to look over at Jisung.

Jisung however, was focused on the TV screen, though he must be aware, because he whispered softly, “You were picking at your skin again,” his tone was quiet, soft.

However, Minho did not fail to notice the way Jisung’s hand lingered in Minho’s lap where his hands once sat, and soon, Jisung's fingers made their way to his thigh. Minho sucked in a quick breath as Jisung rested his fingertips around Minho’s inner thigh, touch drifting, daring to inch closer.

He risked a glance toward Jisung, who had leaned his head back on the couch, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyes still locked on the TV screen. “Jisung,” Minho breathed out as he drifted his fingers away just before reaching the innards of Minho’s thighs.

“Minho,” Jisung repeated back in a muttered whisper.

“Jisung, please.”

Jisung finally turned his gaze to Minho, locking their eyes, gaze hungry as he searched Minho’s face. His hand moved off of Minho’s thigh and onto the couch beside it, ignoring Minho’s whine as he spoke.

“Please what, baby?”

His eyes fluttered shut with embarrassment, “Sung, don’t make me say it.”

When he peeled his eyes open, Jisung stared back at him, head slightly tilted, it was obvious he wouldn’t do anything, wouldn’t move, unless Minho spoke up. Part of him, the part where his dignity was still intact, begging him not to.

But he needed it.

“Jisung, please, – wanna feel you.” Minho breathed out, voice quiet, reserved, it was only for Jisung’s ears. His words must’ve switched something on in Jisung’s brain, because immediately, he was yanked into Jisung’s lap, thighs hugging his hips as he was pulled into an open-mouthed kiss.

It was sloppy, at first, their teeth clacking due to Minho’s surprise, but soon, they fell into rhythm, diving headfirst into each other, embracing the warmth within the other. 

Jisung’s teeth sunk into Minho’s bottom lip, forcing a gasp from him, and Jisung took this opportunity to slip his tongue into Minho’s mouth, the warmth molding his gasp into a moan. Minho met Jisung’s tongue hungrily, sucking on it inside his own mouth desperately.

Fingers trailed down his back, eventually landing on his ass, and Jisung squeezed hard, yanking a soft whine from Minho’s lips, breaking the kiss to sloppily grind down on Jisung, causing the younger to groan underneath him.

“Minho god, you taste so fucking good.” Jisung sighed out, sliding his lips down to Minho’s neck, planting wet kisses across his skin while kneading the meat of his ass. Minho moaned rather loudly, rolling his hips again, seeking for friction as he helplessly grasped at the front of Jisung’s T-shirt.

“Want this off– Please,” Minho begged, tugging at the fabric, but Jisung pulled away, grinning at Minho. Minho stared back, eyebrows pulled together at the loss of warmth against his neck.

“Here? On the couch?” Jisung sounded surprised, and Minho soon realized his mistake. Felix was home. Minho’s eyes widened, “Shit – No , Felix, fuck.” The end of his sentence rolled into a pleased whimper as Jisung squeezed his ass again, eyes fluttering shut on command.

Jisung hummed from underneath him, “Hmm, I bet you would like it huh?” He mused, leaving Minho to notice as his teeth flashed as he spoke, once he yanked his eyes open at the words. He was speechless, lips agape as he blankly searched for something to defend himself with.

“For Felix to see how fucked up and pretty you get ‘cause of me? How wrecked you’d look?” 

Minho couldn’t help but moan at Jisung’s words, no matter how embarrassing the context was, the way Jisung spoke turned him on. Still, Minho shook his head, “We can’t –” Minho whined out, feeling helpless.

“It’s okay baby, we won’t.” Jisung cooed, and Minho was shocked how easily the boy switched up. However, he was more surprised at the sudden way Jisung lifted him, arms hooking around his thighs, hands still gripped on his ass. 

Jisung carried him easily to his room, and Minho locked their lips sloppily, only breaking once Jisung set him down on the ground when the door was shut. He did whine at the loss of hands and lips on him, but it wasn’t long before he was pressed against the closed door, Jisung’s mouth on him again.

They messily kissed for a while, simply enveloped in the presence of the other, pressing their bodies so close together that Minho swore they would combine. Finally, at some point, when they broke for air, Minho clawed at Jisung’s shirt, bringing his lips to Jisung’s ear.

“Jisung, please, fuck, I want you so bad right now.”

Jisung cursed under his breath as his grip on Minho’s waist tightened, turning them around so that Jisung could push Minho against the bed, legs falling out as his knees hit the mattress.

“You wait there, okay?” Jisung assured after Minho let out a small noise of protest when Jisung didn’t follow him. So, Minho watched from where he lay as Jisung reached into his bedside dresser drawer to fish for what Minho assumed was lube and a condom.

Minho sucked in a breath as Jisung turned around, the two objects held in one hand as the other shut the dresser drawer. Jisung crawled over Minho, carefully pushing him up so that his head rested against the pillows.

He watched as Jisung set the lube and the condom next to them on the bed, gnawing at his bottom lip. Minho couldn’t help but buck his hips upward as Jisung’s hands slid along his still clothed thighs, and Jisung grinned down at him, for a moment.

“ Jisung” Minho hissed through his teeth, practically pleading with Jisung for him to touch him. He didn’t however, so Minho resorted to the next thing. His fingers tugged at Jisung’s T-shirt, and Jisung got the memo, taking it off swiftly, while Minho pulled his own off.

Minho’s eyes raked across Jisung’s chest, fingers brushing over the warm skin of his stomach and unfairly small waist. His hands drifted to Jisung’s waistband, looking up at him with begging eyes, “Jisung, ‘want these off.”

In response, Jisung unexpectedly leaned to kiss him softly, a small grin playing on his lips, “so needy baby, we have all the time in the world, no need to rush.” He teased, and Minho whined in response.

He didn’t care how fucking annoying he probably sounded, Minho needed him bad. It had been more than a week since Jisung fucked him, which wasn’t that long, but he ached for it, he craved it, as if it was his fuel, his water, his last meal.

“Sung, I need you.” Minho breathed, head tilting back as Jisung’s hands ghosted over his thighs again, fingertips grazing lightly over his clothed cock. He let out a small gasp in response, lips falling open.

A hum came from above him, and Jisung stared straight at his own hands on Minho’s thighs, “You’re so sensitive, Min, it hasn’t been that long,” Jisung playfully quipped, causing Minho to make a small noise of protest.

Jisung, however, was completely, and utterly correct, for when he pressed down on Minho’s dick through his shorts, Minho let out a surprised, throaty moan, bucking his hips in response, stringing out several blended ' pleases'.

“Yeah–” Minho huffed, “Say’s you, you fucked a girl almost every.. Haah–  F-fucking night I was over,” He breathed out, fighting to keep his composure as Jisung palmed him through his clothes.

Jisung hummed again, “Jealous?” 

Minho scoffed in response, “You wish.”

In retaliation, Jisung shoved Minho’s shorts down to his mid thighs and shoved the back of his palm down, hard, on Minho’s cock through his boxers. Minho wailed in surprise, hissing up at Jisung, who had turned his gaze back on Minho’s.

“Oh yeah? So if I brought a girl here right now and fucked her in front of you, you wouldn’t care?” Jisung leaned his face only the slightest bit closer to Minho’s, his tone dangerously on the edge of teasing and something else.

What Minho hadn’t realized, during this interaction, was the act of Jisung lubing up his fingers, and it was only when Minho’s boxers were yanked down did it dawn on him. His eyes widened, but he needed to contain himself.

“Mm.. What if I said no?” Minho digressed, eyes narrowed, gaze locked on Jisung’s with a fire in which he couldn’t define. Jisung’s gaze flashed, eyebrows raising only barely enough for Minho to realize.

From above him, Jisung shrugged, simply, “Then I guess there’s no need to fuck you, then.” Minho almost, almost, whined at that, but he snapped his jaw shut, unsure of what he would even say back. He wanted Jisung to fuck him, badly.

“Gone quiet now, huh baby?” Jisung spoke, tone much softer, yet still laced with that same teasing tone. At his words, however, as Minho opened his mouth once again to respond, he was interrupted by the slide of a finger inside him,

Minho immediately moaned at the entry, throwing his head back, “Unless you’re only saying that ‘cause you wanna see me fuck someone else?” Jisung leaned back, eyes glancing down at Minho’s hole as he thrust a finger inside it slowly.

A whine escaped Minho’s throat when he tried to defend himself, so instead, he shook his head rather aggressively, before eventually forcing words from his mouth, “No, only me, only me.”

This seemed to please Jisung, because at Minho’s words, he slid in a second finger, pulling a moan from Minho once again, unable to buck his hips due to Jisung holding them down. 

He felt powerless, under Jisung’s gaze, his hands, and he whimpered at the thought of it. “Jisung – Another, please, I can take it.” Minho begged, throwing whatever self-regard he had for himself out the window.

Jisung complied, sliding in yet another finger, and beginning to scissor them, yanking a string of broken moans from Minho’s throat. “Did you think about this, – think about me fucking you last week?” Jisung inquired, his tone low and curious.

Minho met his gaze, lips stuck open in a gasp as Jisung prodded right against his prostate, thighs trembling. He didn’t fail to notice the way Jisung’s lips curled in satisfaction. 

Minho nodded in response, breathing out a small, “ Yeah,” before pulling his eyes shut, gripping the sheets tightly, white knuckled, as Jisung continued to press into the spot, sending stars into Minho’s vision. Somehow, Minho managed to speak again.

“Thought about– About you inside me, – Aah.. Ever since the phone call” Minho whispered out through a series of punched out gasps, “Did you – Did you think about me?”

Jisung slowed his finger only slightly as Minho’s trembling increased, and Minho whimpered loudly at the loss. “ Fuck, yeah, thought about you wrapped around me, and your voice –” Jisung slipped his fingers out of Minho, and he fought the urge to sob.

“Yeah?” Minho breathed out as he watched Jisung pull down his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. Minho took the time to slide his boxers down all the way, sitting up onto his knees to meet where Jisung sat.

Jisung looked at Minho with an almost confused gaze, but Minho plastered it with a kiss, shoving his tongue into Jisung’s warm mouth, sliding his arms around his neck.

They both sighed into the kiss, Jisung’s hands exploring Minho’s naked body while Minho’s stayed perched, clutching desperately at the other’s nape. When they pulled apart with a rather lewd sounding pop, Minho kissed along Jisung’s jaw, before nipping at his earlobe.

“Jisung, can I ride you?”

Minho muttered into Jisung’s ear, and he felt Jisung’s hands still from where they slid along his waist. He heard a small exhale from Jisung in his own ear, followed by a quiet, “ Fuck, Minho, sure.”

As swiftly as he could, Minho flipped them around, pushing Jisung’s shoulders down until his back hit the pillows, head propped against the headboard as Minho loomed over him, climbing onto his lap, fingers fiddling with the waistband of his boxers.

Jisung helped Minho tug them down, and pull them off completely. Minho was still slightly in awe from last time, how big Jisung actually was, and from his position now, he exhaled at the thought of it inside him again.

Hands found Minho’s hips, and with strong thighs, Minho knelt over Jisung’s cock, hard and dripping with precum that Minho fought himself not to lean down and lap up. Minho rolled the now-opened condom onto Jisungs dick, noticing Jisung’s almost widened gaze as he watched Minho.

Jisung removed a hand from Minho’s hip to slick himself up, and Minho found himself crawling closer, using a hand to line himself up. Eventually, he began to lower himself, hands finding Jisung’s waist, gripping tightly.

They both moaned as Minho bottomed out, Jisung throwing his head back against the pillows, and Minho blissed at the feeling of being so full.

“Minho, fuck, you’re still so tight,” Jisung groaned out, his fingers tightening against the skin of his hips, which eventually drifted to his thighs, squeezing hard. Minho took this as a signal, rolling his hips forward.

Eventually, he fell into a rhythm, bringing himself up with a fair amount of speed before he dropped, releasing a moan almost every time he fell back down. His head was thrown back, eyes threatening to roll into his skull as he bounced on Jisung’s cock.

“Minho, you’re doing so good baby,” Jisung huskily moaned out, blunt fingernails digging into the meat of his thighs. However, Minho felt exhausted, his legs were practically trembling at this point, aching to rest.

He gasped as Jisung thrusted his hips upward to meet him, punching a guttural moan from Minho, breathily mouthing Jisung’s name in response, repeating it over and over, as if it was his soul, what drove him.

Jisung must’ve noticing Minho’s slight struggle, and the hands on his thighs drifted back up to his hips, aiding Minho as he lifted himself up, only to then shove him down with so much force that it send Minho falling onto Jisung’s chest, wailing needily as he rolled his hips.

“Jisung – Fuck, I’m so close, please.” Minho gasped, and he felt a warm hand leave the comfort of his hip, only to wrap around his own cock, tugging hard, slick from precum. 

A groan came from Jisung as Minho fought to lift himself again, trying to maintain the same rhythm as he pushed himself up using Jisung’s chest, fingers grasping helplessly at Jisung’s skin.

“Minho – Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” Jisung babbled out, words breathy and low-pitched, eyes practically devouring Minho from where he lay below him. “You like my cock that much huh?” Jisung gripped him tighter, speeding up his thrusts.

Minho whimpered at Jisung’s words, “Fuck, yes Jisung, I’m yours, yours.” Minho breathed, thighs trembling as he approached his orgasm, Jisung’s lips fell agape, eyes darkening, “Mine, all mine, – Come for me baby, yeah?” Jisung whispered quietly, just loud enough to not be masked by the sound of skin slapping skin.

At his words, Minho came as hard as he’s ever orgasmed before, whole body shaking, tightening around Jisung as he did, vision flashing with white, hot pleasure. Jisung followed only seconds after, pulling their lips together in a messy, sloppy kiss.

It was barely a kiss, if even that, all Minho could think about was Jisung, Jisung, Jisung, as he came, the words ‘mine’ repeating over and over in his head like a mantra. 

When they came down from their highs, Minho pulled himself off Jisung shakily, falling beside him. Jisung tied off the condom and discarded it into a nearby trashcan before turning on his side to brush Minho’s sweaty hair from his face.

Minho pulled his eyes open to meet Jisung’s gaze, it was comforting, strangely enough. He melted into the touch, rolling over slightly so that he pushed Jisung on his back, just enough for Minho to lay his head on the other’s chest. He enjoyed listening to the way Jisung’s heartbeat increased as he did, smiling pleasantly against the warmth.

Fingers ran through his hair, gentle, light. He knew Jisung wasn’t perfect, but Minho wasn’t perfect either. And that was okay, it was okay to be imperfect, because at this moment, Minho didn’t care about Jisung’s flaws, or his own, because right now, they had each other.

That in itself, was perfect.

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The way that Jisung and Minho fell into a natural routine was so unlike anything Minho had ever experienced. It was strange to think about how different his life was only a few weeks ago. Jisung had changed something in him.

For the better? Maybe.

Minho never had to think about the state of his life, nor did he feel obliged to now, rather, it was the quality of his emotional state that drove him in one direction or the other.

If he felt upset, he knew that something was wrong in his life, if he felt happy, it meant something was going correctly. That was kind of how he was now, content, not overjoyed at every factor, but comfortable.

The ability to be comfortable in his own mind, and to have a break from the stresses of his thoughts was like bliss, parting ways with irrationality so that he could focus on being himself.

That’s what really mattered to him, and at this time, when somehow, the puzzle pieces fell together, Jisung was something that made him happy. He wouldn’t deny that he had his worries on occasion, because that itself was human nature.

But above all, he valued himself, and if he was taking part in something that boosted his morale and left little to no room for sadness, then he yearned for it like he was a compass pointing north.

Jisung . 

Jisung was what he pointed to, at least at this point in his life. Jisung was north, Jisung was there, and available, at Minho’s disposal when he needed him. Minho knew that the possibility of it ending was there, but it didn’t agonize over it.

It was natural, to move on, Jisung might decide that one day, he didn’t want to be Minho’s north, and Minho would find something new to be drawn to, to do the whole process again. 

However, as Minho lay wrapped in Jisung’s arms, eyes shut as the rise and fall of Jisung’s chest lulled him to sleep, he paid no attention to the future, he paid no attention to the what ifs, and instead, focused on the now.

Minho cooed as he felt fingers drift through his hair, shivering at the warmth against his scalp, melting into the touch. Jisung hummed with satisfaction from above him, chest vibrating against Minho’s cheek. 

“Jisung, is it weird that I don’t understand my own emotions?” 

He didn’t even realize he was speaking until the words left his mouth, it was something Minho had been dwelling over for a while, and now, he assumed, was the time to vocalize it.

It was silent above him for a minute, and Minho opened his eyes to crane his neck up, meeting a contemplative Jisung, his dark eyes distant, drifted away, possibly to the wall across the room.

Eventually, Jisung angled his head to meet Minho’s eyes, a small smile crawling onto his face, “No baby, no,” He reassured, but it didn’t make Minho feel any better.

“Do you understand your emotions?” Minho shifted his body, legs tangling tighter with Jisungs as he rolled onto Jisung’s chest, peering up at the boy through his eyelashes. 

Jisung let out a small chuckle at that, only slightly strained from the weight of Minho on top of him, “Of course not,” He whispered, “I never do.”

Minho let out a small sigh, chin digging into Jisung’s chest, a frown shaping his lips. Jisung lifted a hand to rub Minho’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the side of his eye where tears threatened to escape, Minho hadn’t even noticed yet.

“Min, why’re you crying?” Jisung spoke as a hot, wet tear rolled down Minho’s face, beading at his jaw before sliding down Jisung’s bare chest below him. Minho wasn’t even completely sure he had an answer to Jisung’s question.

“M’ Just – Just frustrated,” He exhaled through his nose, Jisung’s fingers swiping away another tear that threatened to fall. 

The boy underneath him smiled, “That’s okay.”

Minho shut his eyes, eyelashes fluttering against Jisung’s skin as he let out a small sigh. “Jisung can I sleep here?” Minho found himself asking, his voice barely a whisper.

“Of course.”

He shifted his position, moving over so that only one leg was perched over Jisung, while a hand wrapped around his chest. Eyes still glued shut, he heard Jisung inhale near his ear, the rise of his chest snapping Minho back to reality.

“Min, wanna go get food with me tomorrow?” Jisung sounded almost hesitant, as if he had been questioning whether to say it for a while. Minho smiled against his shoulder. 

“Sure Jisung,” Minho almost laughed at the small exhale Jisung let out at his words, but he decided against it. A hand ran through his hair, and Minho melted into the touch, warm, and content.

-

After only the slightest bit of disagreement, the two eventually decided to go to a sushi restaurant near Jisung’s apartment. So naturally, instead of looking at the menu for what kind of roll he should get – Minho was looking at Jisung.

Jisung had his head down, eyes scanning over the laminated catalog, occasionally muttering something incoherent to himself, possibly a verbal consideration of a specific roll, Minho guessed.

It was around this time that Minho realized he had never seen Jisung outside of his apartment, and he couldn’t help admiring the way the sunlight from the adjacent windows framed his face, bleeding onto his rather tan skin.

Eventually, Jisung peered up at Minho, shooting him a questioning glance in response to his stare. Minho snapped out of his trance to blink back at Jisung. “Jisung, how come I’ve never seen you around campus?” He blurted.

He watched Jisung pause, thinking, he presumed. 

“Mm, I dunno, why do you ask?”

It wasn’t necessarily the answer he was searching for, though thinking on it, he wasn’t completely sure what that answer would be anyways. “Just – You said you were studying music, right? We would’ve been on the same side of campus all the time,” Minho tilted his head, fingertips fiddling with the edge of the menu.

Jisung shrugged, “Maybe you just weren’t looking.” 

His words stumped Minho, he was probably right, Minho hadn’t been looking for someone before he found Jisung. As he opened his mouth to respond, words forming on the tip of his tongue, the waitress slid up to their table, notepad in hand.

“You two ready to order?” She asked them, eyes flicking between Jisung and Minho. Due to his lack of actually reading the menu, Minho picked the first roll that he laid his eyes on, while Jisung ordered the one he had chosen beforehand.

Something in Minho’s gut lurched when the waitress’ eyes lingered on Jisung for a beat longer than necessary, but he swallowed it down, ridding the feeling with disgust on his tongue.

They mindlessly chatted about their own majors while waiting for their orders, Jisung talking about how he was working to self-produce in the future, while Minho talked about his liking for dance, even if he was unsure where he would go after college.

Then eventually, their food arrived, and Minho decided that the roll he had landed on wasn’t half bad. Bite half-stuffed in his mouth, a thought popped in his head. It wasn’t necessarily the best thing to bring up in a public space, but Minho worried that if he didn’t bring it up now, he wouldn’t ever.

“Jisung?”

Jisung looked up from his food, his cheeks looking rather puffy, and Minho almost laughed at how much food he was chewing at once. He watched as Jisung did his best to swallow it down, cocking his head to acknowledge that he heard Minho, and for him to continue.

“Ah – Um, how come you always brought girls over? Like – When I was with Felix?” Minho bit the inside of his cheek, rolling his chopsticks in his fingers to distract himself as Jisung processed the question from across the booth.

Jisung let out a small chuckle, not that he looked like he found it funny, but Minho assumed it was more of a surprised noise that Minho brought this up. 

“Well, I don’t really have a great explanation for it,” Jisung started, eyes almost apologetic at his lack of a good answer, “just kind of – Made me forget stuff, fill the void y’know?” He paused for a second, an embarrassed smile growing on his lips.

Minho understood him, though, and returned his smile with one of his own, “Don’t be embarrassed Ji, it makes sense.” Jisung’s eyes flashed at the sudden unfamiliar nickname, but he did not comment on it, only nodding and taking a bite of the roll still placed between his chopsticks.

“Sorry for bringing it up, probably weird, it was just messing with me – Sort of,” Minho breathed out, voice somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. 

“Hmm, I definitely made it your business.”

Minho did laugh at that, almost spitting out the food he had just stuffed in his mouth, taking a few seconds to breathe and swallow it. “You did.”

Jisung peeked up at him, a smile curling around his features, “Sorry about that, – wanted to make you mad.” He professed, leaning his head on a propped up hand, the one that wasn’t holding his chopsticks.

In their secluded booth in the corner, Minho felt a wave of boldness wash over him, and his voice dropped a whole octave quieter, “Actually, it wasn’t that bad,” Minho let a smirk creep onto his face, and Jisung met him with widened eyes.

“You mean it didn’t make you mad? Or that it wasn’t that loud?” The boy across from him supplied, eyebrow raising as Minho shook his head. Minho couldn’t help but notice how his own face began to flush.

“No – Um,” He choked out, “I liked hearing you.” 

Minho fought with every bone in his body not to immediately shove his face in his hands, especially when Jisung’s now shocked expression melted into a grin. Minho was met with an, “Oh really?” In which he did not give Jisung the satisfaction of responding to.

Jisung leaned forward, only slightly, but it was enough to get Minho’s heart hammering in his chest, if it wasn’t already. “You liked hearing me fucking other people?” His voice was barely a whisper, Minho knew it was only for him, but he still looked reluctantly around to see if anyone would be in earshot.

He blinked rapidly at Jisung’s sudden words, throat going rather dry, “Uh – Well, not necessarily the whole fucking someone else part,” Minho breathed out, voice almost shaking from humiliation at vocalizing such things he had sworn to keep to himself.

“ – Just, you.” 

Something in Jisung’s eyes flashed, but a pleased grin crept onto his lips. However, before Jisung could open his mouth to speak, Minho was blurting out again, his tone still lower than usual, but with a heavy undertone of embarrassment.

“When – When that girl left that one night,” Minho choked out, and he watched as Jisung must’ve realized what he was talking about, before continuing, “I – I heard you, um –”

Minho cut himself off before he spewed anything else out, but it was worth it for the surprised expression that bled onto Jisung’s face, his lips falling open, “You..” He faded off, and Minho watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

Suddenly, as quick as Minho could blink, Jisung’s face was coated in a smug expression, leaning even closer to Minho, “You liked it, yeah?” He whispered, teeth flashing as he spoke.

Minho swallowed, nodding, “Yeah I–” He stopped himself. Would Jisung think he was weird if he actually admitted what he did? However, looking at Jisung’s awfully pleased expression, he decided, fuck it.

“I um, from Felix’s room,” his words were jumbled, but enough to get the point across, fighting back a humiliated choke, “I got off from your voice.” 

Minho’s whole face flushed when Jisung’s eyes widened, jaw loosening as his mouth parted again, “ Fuck, Minho.” Jisung’s eyes flicked between both of Minho’s, and Minho found himself so embarrassed that he had to apologize.

“Sorry,” Minho ghosted out, voice airy.

“Don’t apologize, that’s hot. ” 

Definitely not the response he was expecting.

Minho watched Jisung lean back into the leather cushioned booth, arms crossed over his chest. It was now that he realized Jisung had also already finished his sushi. Minho looked down at his own plate, a few pieces remaining, in which he indulged in for the next few minutes, a silence washing over them.

The silence wasn’t awkward by any means, actually quite the opposite. 

Rather, Minho felt only slightly pressured at Jisung’s gaze. It was darker than normal, and the way his eyes never left Minho’s face made his stomach swoop. And when they had finished, paid, and walked a few steps out of the restaurant, Minho’s question whether Jisung wanted to go back to his dorm was met with an immediate yes.

-

Once they reached Minho’s dorm, and were locked behind the door to Minho’s room, Jisung immediately was over him, hands reaching Minho’s shoulders to push Minho against the door. The small thud it made got no attention from either of them, because at that moment, all they focused on was getting their lips on each other.

With a soft sigh from both, their mouths collided, hot breath trapped between them as Minho’s hands crawled to grasp at Jisung’s T-shirt, pulling him closer. A hand draped around his neck while Jisung’s teeth sunk into Minho’s bottom lip.

The action caused Minho to gasp, his jaw falling open, and Jisung took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the warmth of Minho’s mouth, pulling a small moan from the depths of Minho’s throat. 

They kissed like that for god knows how long, bodies pressed flush together, drinking in each other’s breaths until there was no air left around them, and they had to pull apart, a string of spit still connecting them as their lips parted.

“What was that for?” Minho breathed out, chest heaving.

“Just wanted to,” Jisung returned, voice equally as quiet, and Minho met him again, this time, softer, more careful. The drag of their lips was intoxicating, slowly pressing into each other like it was their last breath.

Minho found himself drunk, achingly kissing into Jisung, addicted to his scent and the taste on his lips, so much so that he barely even noticed the heat building in his stomach, and the drift of a hand down his chest.

He snapped into the realization as Jisung brought his hand to cup Minho’s clothed cock, pressing lightly and pulling an unexpected moan from Minho. He broke their lips apart to breathe, and pressed his forehead into Jisung’s shoulder, who kept his hand placed firmly between Minho’s legs.

“Jisung – My roommates are home,” Minho breathed out, lips brushing against the fabric of Jisung’s T-shirt underneath him. Jisung did not give a verbal response, only squeezing harder until Minho’s teeth sunk into the cloth, masking the lewd moan that escaped.

Warm lips encased the lobe of his ear, the sound of Jisung’s breath, loud and heavy, echoing in the depths of Minho’s skull, drove him forward. Minho let out a whine as his hips involuntarily bucked into Jisung’s hand.

“Minho,” Jisung whispered into his ear, and Minho shuddered from the feeling. Still, he pulled his head up, barely noticing the small dark patch on Jisung’s shirt where he had been biting.

“ Minho ,” Jisung repeated as Minho met his eyes, voice quiet, “I wanna suck your dick,” He breathed out, blinking rapidly in question.

His eyes fluttered shut, “Okay,” Minho swallowed, taking Jisung’s wrist, which was still pressed against his bulge, and led him towards the bed, where Minho sat on the edge, leaving Jisung to stand over him, pupils blown.

Jisung took a step forward, before sinking to his knees, sitting on his heels, and letting his hands run along Minho’s thighs. Minho sucked in a breath, hands moving to cup Jisung’s cheeks, “Are you sure?”

The boy below him only responded with a nod, Jisung had seen Minho suck his dick before, multiple times, so Minho assumed he knew the very basics. Then, quicker than Minho could react, Jisung had tugged Minho’s sweatpants to his ankles.

Minho let out a small noise at the cold air that hit his legs, but Jisung paid no attention, inching closer until his lips were mouthing over Minho’s cock through his boxers. Minho groaned in response, threading his fingers through Jisung’s hair.

Jisung hummed, and pleasure trembled through Minho’s stomach at the vibrations, gaze locked on the top of Jisung’s head. Finally turning his head up, Jisung locked eyes with Minho, a small grin on his face.

His boxers were tugged down, and Minho could only react by letting his mouth fall open. Jisung’s eyes flicked down momentarily, licking a stripe up Minho’s cock, pulling a small moan from Minho’s lips.

“Baby, you’re so wet, all we did was kiss ,” Jisung smugly muttered. However, as Minho attempted to snap back, and tell Jisung that he also was grabbing Minho’s dick the whole time, Jisung had taken Minho in his mouth.

Minho moaned quietly, – as quiet as he could, in respect of his roommates – and in an almost retaliation, tugged Jisung’s hair, unexpectedly pulling a moan from Jisung’s lips as he sunk down lower on Minho’s dick.

His thighs shuddered, feet pressing hard into Jisung’s legs where he knelt. Jisung’s eyes met his, and Minho almost moaned at the sight of him. His eyelids were hooded, fingers gripped on the skin of Minho’s thighs, nails digging in, and Minho assumed that it would probably leave a mark.

Jisung took him further, eyes unwavering from Minho’s face, and Minho couldn’t help but think how submissive Jisung looked like this. He would never dare utter that thought aloud, for obvious reasons, but Minho was not capable of stopping the small praise that left his lips at the sight.

“You’re doing so good Jisung, fuck” Minho whispered, hissing a whine away as one of Jisung’s hands wrapped around the base of Minho’s cock, grasping the area that Jisung couldn’t reach.

Vibrations strummed through him as Jisung hummed in response, obviously enjoying the approval, from the way he sank himself lower, tears pressing against the edges of his eyes.

Soon enough, Jisung found a rhythm, bobbing as far as he could without choking, with Minho carefully guiding him. Minho also had noticed that Jisung’s other hand had left Minho’s thigh, and drifted to his own cock, shoving his palm onto it, and letting himself moan around Minho.

A groan left Minho’s lips, swallowing hard, “Jisung–” He choked out, “You – You can touch yourself.” It felt strange to be giving commands, but Jisung definitely did not protest, shoving his pants and boxers down to his mid thigh with only one hand and wrapping his fingers around his own cock.

This time, Minho did moan at the sight of Jisung, whose eyes had drifted up to him again, his lips slightly red around the edges, pupils blown, and he watched as Jisung grinned around him.

He must’ve realized that Minho was close, because Jisung shoved himself deeper, yanking a choked out gasp from Minho’s mouth, hands tightening in Jisung’s hair as he felt himself hit the back of Jisung’s throat, pulling a small noise from Jisung.

Jisung didn’t waver, however, only fought past the tears that threatened to run down his face, and Minho found himself bucking forward, especially as Jisung increased the speed of his own strokes.

“Jisung – Gonna– I’m gonna,” Minho heaved out, trying to repress a moan as Jisung blinked up at him. Then, pleasure rushed through him, and his vision went white, releasing hard down Jisung’s throat.

Below him, Jisung made a small choking sound, but swallowed Minho’s cum down, to Minho’s surprise. His lips slid off Minho, and Minho found himself scooting back on the bed, until he hit the wall behind him.

“Jisung, come here,” Minho beckoned him, and Jisung followed, standing to his feet and crawling to Minho, where he sat on his heels once again, hand still wrapped around himself.

Minho took Jisung’s cock into his own hand, as well, before using his free hand to tug on Jisung’s T-shirt, crashing their lips together. Jisung pulled himself into Minho’s lap, groaning into the kiss.

After only a few moments, Jisung came hard in between them, into both of their hands, and they continued kissing until neither of them could breathe. Eventually, when they broke apart, and after Jisung had cleaned himself up and took off both of their dirtied T-shirts, Minho found himself lying on Jisung’s chest, hand idly tracing shapes into the skin.

Jisung’s eyes were focused on the ceiling, one hand draped across Minho’s back, while the other sat behind his head, which was propped against the pillows. Minho found his thoughts drifting, lulled away by the scent of Jisung below him.

He thought about how he got here, and how confused he really was about everything as of late.

Not that Jisung gave him clarity, or anything, in fact, Jisung was the center of it all, of his uncertainty. It wasn’t a bad thing, Minho had decided. Jisung wasn’t a mystery anymore, but what did perplex him was how Minho felt about it all.

How different Jisung made him feel, compared to the people in his past, whom he deemed worthy enough for his feelings. Jisung was almost a breath of fresh air, someone that he didn’t have to constantly worry about.

He trusted Jisung, he really did, for some strange reason.

No matter if he had met him only a few weeks ago, and even if Jisung and him definitely had their problems with each other in the beginning. But as he traced over Jisung’s chest, and appreciated the warmth against his cheek, all Minho could think about was how calm he felt.

Jisung’s voice snapped him from his thoughts.

“Minho?” His name was spoken in a whisper, and Minho glanced up to meet Jisung’s eyes, peering up at him from where he was perched on Jisung’s chest. “Yeah?” Minho mumbled back, turning his face so that he could be face to face with Jisung.

“I like you a lot,” Jisung said with a smile, skin crinkling at the corner of his eyes. Minho giggled in return, blinking for a moment, “I like you too,” he too, smiled, hand pausing where it was ghosting over Jisung’s skin.

“ – Where’s this coming from?” Minho ended up saying, his curiosity getting the best of him. Jisung paused for a long while, eyes distant, though still on Minho’s face.

“I just – I haven’t really told you before.”

Minho’s hand slid to cup Jisung’s cheek, watching as Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered at the touch. “It's okay, you’ve shown me.” Minho reassured, brushing a thumb close to Jisung’s eye, noticing as Jisung’s head tilted slightly into the touch.

“I felt bad that I haven’t said it,” Jisung shrugged, as well as he could beneath Minho’s weight. Minho’s lips curled up at the domesticity of it all, how soft the conversation felt.

“Don’t worry about it, feelings are hard.”

Even if Jisung doesn’t agree, – which Minho assumes he does, – it was partly to himself, as well, as a means of assuring himself. Jisung, looking slightly relieved, nodded in response, and Minho watched Jisung’s throat as he swallowed, and soon, the anxious look crept back onto the boy’s face.

Minho tilted his head in question, “Jisung? Is there something wrong?” 

Jisung shook his head, letting a small puff of air out, “No it’s just –” He paused, eyes scanning over Minho’s face. “You’re so..” Minho watched him carefully as he faded off, pressing his own lips together with slight diffidence at Jisung’s lack of a word.

He blinked at Jisung to hopefully encourage him to finish, and he did.

“You’re just perfect,” Jisung exhaled, and Minho’s breath caught in his throat. Something in Minho’s stomach fluttered, and he felt his own lips part at Jisung’s words.

Minho saw himself as far from perfect, but hearing it from Jisung made those thoughts crowd to the back of his mind, shoved away in an instant, and all Minho could muster up was a small, “ Jisung.”

“Minho will you–” Jisung hesitated, eyes frantically flicking between Minho’s eyes, “Um, will you be my boyfriend?”

It took Minho a few beats to actually process Jisung’s words before they hit him. Jisung’s eyes had stopped moving, drilling holes into Minho’s skull, slightly widened, as if the fact he had asked even surprised himself.

Minho swallowed, his own eyes blown wide. He hadn’t expected Jisung to even step in this direction, let alone ask him out. And it was now that Minho knew exactly what he wanted, thoughts swarming into a large clump in his mind, a distinct hum.

“Yes, yes, Jisung.” Minho whispered, and he watched as Jisung’s face relaxed into a small smile, before pulling Minho up, hands cupping his chin to drag him close and place a kiss on his lips.

They pulled away after a few seconds, simply breathing into each other's space. Minho had never felt so warm, as he lay, embraced in Jisung’s grasp, stomach fluttering, heart hammering.

It was right .

Everything they went through to get here, all of the confusing thoughts and worries, all fell away, and Minho was left exposed, unadorned. Except he didn’t feel as such, instead, Jisung was his skin, and he enshrouded him, masking away his problems. 

He didn’t bother thinking about the future or the past, in fact, he found himself not thinking at all, tuning into that faint hum somewhere deep inside his skull. It wasn’t sugar coated, or fake, and Minho knew that.

Simply, it was an undisguised, pure heart, melting into another.