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“No, dude , I don’t want to go home with you!”

Minho’s head snapped up from where he’d been scrolling on his phone, looking around the dance floor with his feline eyes for the owner of the deep, surprisingly soft voice that somehow drifted to his ears through the music and chatter of the party his roommate was throwing. It wasn’t uncommon for Chan to throw parties; in fact, over their years in college, the house they shared had become fairly popular as a weekend party spot. They had certainly grown on Minho over time to the point where he now actually enjoyed them quite a bit, the thrum of the music, the vibrancy of the people… it felt carefree in the best way. The crowd of people on the makeshift dance floor was thick, like it was every weekend, but the voice was getting louder, the protests growing more and more insistent.

“Seriously, can’t you take a hint?”

Then he heard the catalyst of the complaints.

“Come on, baby, I’d be doing you a disservice if I let a pretty little thing like you go home alone!”

He scoffed, his eyes rolling as he started making his way into the crowd to intervene before things got any nastier. Typical sleazy frat bro behavior . He’d have to find out who this guy was and get him blacklisted from future parties at their place. He pulled his black baseball cap off and ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair as he looked around, getting closer and closer to the voices as he weaved between people.

“I am not alone, I keep telling you that!”

Finally, as he broke through the most congested mass of people, his eyes landed on the owner of the voice standing by the wall at the edge of the dance floor, and he stopped in his tracks. It belonged to a guy not much shorter than him, but he somehow still looked tiny, enveloped in a white, oversized crewneck sweatshirt that hit his upper thighs over his light blue jeans. His hair was deep brown, almost black, but full of warmth and wavy, just barely reaching past his shoulders. His bangs brushed the tops of his full cheeks and framed his big, round, warm brown eyes, sparkling with stars and blinking through his large translucent-framed glasses. His skin was golden, like warm honey, and he’d be willing to bet he tasted even sweeter. His lips were perfectly pink, insanely soft-looking, and the right amount of full, the bottom slightly poutier. He was the prettiest boy Minho had ever seen, even when he was visibly angry, his face contorted with frustration and his hands balled into fists under his sweater paws. He looked like an angry quokka. Cute.

“Well, I don’t see anyone around, so they must not be very good company to abandon you like this.”

He had just stepped forward again, only a few paces away from the arguing pair, when the boy’s eyes snapped onto him, freezing him in place. He’d planned to step in, tell the guy to fuck off, but something about the look on the boy’s face made him hesitate. Then, suddenly, it changed, shifting into a pouty look of curiosity as the boy tilted his head to the side. He blinked rapidly, then a small smile spread across his face as he raised a hand and pointed right in Minho’s direction. 

“Look, there’s my boyfriend now!”

It was his turn to blink once, twice, three times. If this guy had a boyfriend, why did he leave him alone? He turned to look behind him, but no one else was looking in the boy’s direction, and when he turned back, he was walking straight towards him. 

“See? Told you I wasn’t alone,” the boy stepped right into his space, his eyes searching, pleading, and full of panic, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Ah, he wants me to pretend to be his boyfriend to get this creep to go away. I can do that. He opened his mouth, about to say… something, he wasn’t sure what, to affirm his story, but before he could get any words out, the boy surged forward. 

He was kissing him. The pretty boy was kissing him. Whatever universe he’d been transported to, he didn’t want to leave it. His lips were soft, so soft , and warm. The kiss was timid at first, the boy clearly scared that he would get upset, but a switch in Minho’s brain flipped, and suddenly he was kissing back, his hands coming up to thread through the boy’s waves as he tilted his head right where he wanted it to deepen the kiss. Somewhere in the background, Minho thought he heard the creep from before grumbling something about “No one ever wants a nice guy these days,” but he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit. 

They both got progressively more and more lost in the kiss, their lips slotting together like puzzle pieces, the boy’s fuller bottom lip fitting perfectly in the space underneath his own fuller top lip, like they were made to fit together. He nipped at the boy’s bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from him and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth gently. Minho was right, the pretty boy did taste sweeter than honey. The boy whimpered, his hands coming up to grip Minho’s t-shirt as he pressed against him, moving them and pushing his back against the wall. Minho wrapped his arms around the boy’s tiny waist and pulled him closer, running his fingertips up and down his spine and making him shiver in his hold while he explored every centimeter of his mouth with his tongue. He felt the boy’s arms slide around his neck before his fingers wound into his hair, tugging gently as he pressed his own tongue against Minho’s. He groaned against the boy's lips and shifted his hold, one hand slipping under his sweatshirt to caress his back while the other slid back up into his soft waves, holding him in place as he whimpered again and went boneless in his hold. Fuck, he’s adorable.  

Just as he was about to shift one of his thighs between the boy’s legs, a loud screech sounded nearby, jolting them both back to reality. The boy pulled away, loosening his grip on Minho as he blinked at him dazedly. His eyes slowly widened, and he stumbled backwards, barely catching himself from falling. He looked around, and seeing the creep was gone, his eyes snapped back to Minho, a mortified look on his face. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, oh my god,” the boy mumbled. He reached out, scrambling to collect his thoughts into something even remotely coherent, but the boy had already bolted away and disappeared into the crowd of people. For a moment, he was too stunned to move, unable to think of anything other than the feeling of the boy’s soft lips on his. Shit. He shook his head, trying his best to clear some of the thoughts and pushed through the crowd, hoping to catch sight of him again, to talk to him, tell him “it’s alright,” and maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky enough, kiss him again. 

But luck really wasn’t on his side, because by the time he finally caught sight of the boy, it was from across the party as he was running out the front door. His heart sank. He wouldn’t make it through the people in time to run out after and catch him. He knew that. But then his eyes landed on a familiar face right by the door, and a spark of hope lit up in his chest as he walked over.

“Yah, Changbin!” he called out, startling the guy and making him fumble his drink, narrowly avoiding dropping the red cup on the floor. 

Changbin had been his friend for as long as he’d known Hyunjin, since the couple came as a package deal. He was built, spending much of his free time in the gym, but his muscles only made his already short stature seem smaller. His dark hair had a slight wave to it, the ends reaching just above his deep brown eyes. His full lips, which often sat in an upside-down smile, were currently pursed into an annoyed pout, accompanying the glare he was aiming at Minho.

“Minho, what the fuck, you almost made me drop my drink!”

“Maybe you should keep a better hold on your cup then,” he retorted, grinning when he received a whine of protest in response.

“What do you want, anyways?” Changbin grumbled, lifting the cup to his mouth and taking a long sip of his drink.

“Did you see the guy who just ran out the door a minute ago? A little shorter than me, kinda tiny, longish wavy hair, boba eyes, pretty mouth?”

“Pretty mouth?” Changbin asked with a knowing grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

Shit, did I really just say that? He swatted at his shoulder, earning himself another protesting whine. “You are in no place to judge. I have listened to you find ways to wax poetic about every part of Hyunjin in any conversation, regardless of its relevance.”

Changbin threw his free hand up. “Yah! It’s not my fault my boyfriend is an ethereal being!”

“ Anyways ,” he cut in, “did you see him or not?” 

Changbin nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Okay, do you know him?”

He shook his head. “No, but I think I saw him with some blonde guy,”

“Binnie, I’m a blonde guy he was with.”

“A different blonde guy, hyung! But I didn’t recognize either of them, so maybe they’re freshmen?”

Fuck . There were so many freshmen, and so many came to their parties, he’d be more likely to become a K-pop idol than find this guy. Changbin must’ve seen the frustration on his face because a moment later, he was looking through the crowd and motioning someone over. He turned to find Hyunjin walking up with a smile, followed closely by a tall boy with short, dark brown hair and bright eyes. 

“Baby!” Hyunjin called out, “This is Seungmin, he’s a freshman. Isn’t he adorable?” He winked at Changbin, who returned his smile with a single raise of his eyebrows. 

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” he grinned, eyes scanning over the newcomer before extending a hand. “I’m Changbin, Jinnie’s boyfriend, nice to meet you…” He trailed off in question.

“Seungmin,” the tall boy supplied, his eyes locked onto Changbin’s bicep before taking his hand. So it’s like that, okay. Good for them . 

He cut in before things could go too far where he’d have to watch. “Hey guys, love this little foreplay you’ve got going on here, but I am trying to solve a problem.” 

“Right, right!” Changbin turned to Hyunjin, still holding Seungmin’s hand as he spoke. “Jinnie, do you know who the freshman twink with the pretty mouth is?”

Minho smacked his own forehead. “Don’t describe him like that , Bin.”

“What? It’s how you described him to me!”

He sighed and turned to Hyunjin. “He’s a little taller than Changbin, dark wavy hair about to his shoulders, big eyes, glasses…” he paused when he felt an elbow nudge his ribs, “and yes, fine , a pretty mouth,” he added in a grumble. 

“No, I’m sorry, hyung, I don’t know who that could be,” Hyunjin replied, a sympathetic smile on his face. “Minnie, does that sound like anyone you know?” 

Seungmin shook his head. “I don’t know that many people yet since the semester has barely started, but I’ll be honest, that sounds like half the freshmen guys from what I’ve seen.”

Great. Just great. He was never gonna find the pretty boy whose lips fit with his like they were made for each other. 

“Why are you asking, anyways?” Changbin had snaked an arm around both Hyunjin and Seungmin’s waists, making the newcomer blush furiously. Oh, he’s going to get eaten alive by those two.  

“He kissed me.”

“Who the fuck kissed you?” He turned to find Chan walking up to the small group, two drinks in hand and a confused look on his face as he held one out to Minho. 

“I have no idea,” he replied, taking a sip of the drink, “but that was the best kiss of my life, and I am going to find out.”

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“What if– now, hear me out– you just kissed a bunch of people who could be the guy to see if you find him?”

Minho stared at Changbin where he was sitting on the couch across the room with Hyunjin draped over him and Seungmin leaning on his shoulder. That was fast. “What?”

“Oh, yeah! That would be so romantic, like Cinderella but with kisses!” Hyunjin swooned, grabbing Changbin’s cheeks as he grinned at his boyfriend.

“And a great way to catch diseases like mono, or, worse, an std,” Seungmin deadpanned. He was beginning to like this guy, even if he’d only met him a few days ago. 

Minho nodded in thanks, earning a thumbs-up from Seungmin in return. “Yeah, I’m with Seungmin. Plus, I know what he looks like; it’s his name I don’t know, so that would be a pointless exercise anyway.”

“But you’d get to kiss lots of cute guys!” Changbin whined, throwing his hands up. 

“Are we forgetting the diseases already? Really?” Seungmin leaned away, wrinkling his nose. “Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you two later.”

Hyunjin scrambled over Changbin’s lap to clasp Seungmin’s hands. “No, no, no, ignore him, please. I promise we’re clean, we both get tested regularly.”

Seungmin grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. “Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

He rubbed his temples and sighed. “Guys, again, love the foreplay, but can we focus? I am not going with the kissing plan. Full stop, Seo Changbin.”

“Yah! It wasn’t the worst idea I’ve had!”

“You’re right, that would’ve been when you decided to do a keg stand with a sprained wrist, then fell and sprained your ankle, too.”

“Okay, that wasn’t my fault. Eric and Jackson said they’d hold me up! It’s on them for getting distracted by what Bam Bam was doing!”

“ Anyways, back to the matter at hand,” he smirked, enjoying watching Changbin try to dig himself out of the humiliation hole, “I need real suggestions on how to find this guy.”

“Who are you trying to find?” An unfamiliar, deep Australian voice chimed in from the front doorway. The group all turned to see who the newcomer was and were met with one of the prettiest people Minho had ever seen. He was tiny, his pixie-like face covered in constellations of freckles and framed by his long, white-blonde hair. Chan stood behind him, his dark, shaggy hair styled back away from his dimpled face, a muscular arm wrapped around Felix’s waist, and his chin hooked over his shoulder. Huh. That’s new.

“Hey guys,” Chan grinned, “I wanted to introduce you to–”

“Felix?” Minho’s eyes snapped back to Seungmin, who was staring at the tiny blonde with a mixture of shock and confusion on his face. 

“Minnie!” Felix squealed, detaching a reluctant Chan from his back to bounce over and hug the taller boy. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, they want to fuck me,” Seungmin smirked, jerking his thumb in the direction of the couple he shared the couch with.

Felix’s jaw dropped before his mouth twisted up into a smirk. “Minnie, you dog,” he giggled, smacking Seungmin lightly on the arm before turning to face the rest of the group. “Sorry, I got a little excited to see a familiar face. It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Right! Duh!” Chan walked over, wrapping his arms back around Felix. “Lemme introduce everyone. This is Minho,” he gestured at Minho, and he smiled, sending a nod in Felix’s direction. “And the pile over there is Hyunjin and Changbin.”

“Yah! Don’t refer to us like we’re a single entity!” Changbin protested.

“Then maybe untangle yourselves so we can tell you’re two separate humans,” Minho deadpanned, grinning at the glare he received. He turned back to Felix. “The loud one is Changbin, and the tall one is Hyunjin. It seems like you already know Seungmin, and I hope you know Chan, but blink twice if you need help. ” 

That one earned him a smack on the shoulder from Chan. “Alright, alright, very funny. Now, who were you on about? Is it Cinderfella again?” 

“Cinderfella?” Felix questioned, his eyes sparkling.

Minho groaned. “We are not calling him that.”

Changbin grinned. “Yeah, Minho-hyung got kissed by a pretty twink at the party last weekend, but Cinderfella ran off after the kiss and now he can’t figure out who he is!”

“Oh, I don’t think I saw that! Something happened with my roommate, and he dragged me out of there real fast. I’m just lucky Channie-hyung got my number first thing, otherwise I might be in a similar situation right now, ‘cause there’s no way in hell I was letting this man go,” Felix smiled and reached behind him to ruffle Chan’s hair, who grumbled in protest, but Minho could tell by the fond look on his face he really didn’t mind. “Now, what do you know about the guy?”

He shrugged. “Not much, just what he looks like, that I hadn’t seen him at one of our parties before, so he’s probably a freshman, and that his kisses are the best I’ve ever felt.”

Felix cooed. “Aww, that’s so sweet! Okay, looks I can try to work with. I don’t know all the freshmen, but I know a lot, so try me!”

Minho nodded. “He’s… about your height, actually, surprisingly tiny, pretty brown eyes, wavy dark hair, softest lips in the world… does that sound like anyone you know?”

Something indecipherable flashed across Felix’s face, accompanied by a fleeting smirk. “Yeah, unfortunately, that sounds like a lot of the freshman boys, and I haven’t found most of them on socials yet, so I can’t pull up any pics. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful, Minho-hyung,” Felix shot him a sympathetic smile. “But I’ll keep an eye and ear out! If I see any pretty, dark-haired twinks or hear about anyone who pulled a Cinderella at the party, I’ll report back!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. He could see why Chan liked this guy. “Thanks, Felix, I appreciate it.”

“Oh, so he can use the Cinderella comparison, but we can’t?” Hyunjin whined, draped fully across Changbin’s lap now with his head in a blushing Seungmin’s.

“Not when your Cinderella ideas would lead to me catching diseases,” he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as the protesting whines continued from the couch. 

‘ Lizard. Lizard. Li- Lizard. ’

Everyone’s eyes turned to Felix, who was blushing furiously and digging his phone out of his pocket. “Sorry, guys, I thought I turned my ringer off.” He glanced down at the screen, his eyebrows stitching up in concern. “It’s my roommate,” he mumbled before looking back up at the room. “He’s been acting weird since whatever happened at the party, but he won’t tell me anything. He wants me to call him real quick, is that okay?” He turned to look at Chan, who leaned in and pecked his cheek, making the blush worse.

“Of course it’s okay, go talk to Sung, we’ll be here when you’re done, yeah?”

Felix nodded, the number already dialed as he started walking away. He only made it a few steps before the call was answered. “Sungie, hey, what’s up? Are you–” He stopped, sighed, and smacked himself in the forehead. “Jisung, we’ve talked about this. If you can’t restrain yourself in the yaoi bookstore, then don’t go!” He paused, clearly giving space to listen. “I don’t care that there are new volumes for your three favorite BLs out! If you can’t get those and only those , you should’ve waited for me! How are you going to get a tote of manga and three figures back on the bus!”

Minho’s ears pricked up. Felix’s roommate reads BL? He hadn’t met any other guys in college who did. Sure, there were a fair number of fujoshis he’d befriended, but talking about yaoi with a bunch of women was very different than talking about it with another guy, especially another queer guy. Not that he knew whether Felix’s roommate was queer or not, but he didn’t know of many straight guys who enjoyed reading yaoi. 

Felix’s heavy sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. “Lemme ask,” he grumbled and turned to Chan. “Channie-hyung, any chance you’re up for saving Sungie from himself at the yaoi bookstore?” 

“Of course, Lix. Let’s head out,” Chan replied with a smile. Oh, he’s already so whipped for this guy. Nice job, Felix.  

“It was great to meet you all!” Felix smiled, waving goodbye to the group before returning to his phone call. “Sungie, we’re heading over now, okay? ...No, just because you’re getting a ride does not mean you can buy more stuff!”

He chuckled, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the one-sided conversation he’d just heard. No restraint in the yaoi bookstore, huh? He’d have to ask Felix to introduce him to his roommate; he seemed like a guy he’d like to get to know.

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Felix and Seungmin quickly became permanent fixtures within the group, joining their hangouts more often than not. They both meshed into the dynamic easily, Seungmin’s sarcastic and blunt nature mixing well with Minho’s love for teasing Changbin and Hyunjin, and Felix’s sunshine energy and sweetness helping to balance and mellow things out. They were even occasionally joined by Seungmin’s roommate, a freshman named Jeongin, whenever he wasn’t spending time with his friend Beomgyu. Felix was convinced the two were meant to be, and Jeongin’s rapidly flushing cheeks every time he mentioned it only added fuel to the fire. The only person the group had yet to meet was Felix’s roommate, another freshman who they learned shortly after the yaoi bookstore rescue mission was named Jisung. The more Felix talked about him, the more Minho’s desire to befriend him grew. He asked Felix to invite him on more than one occasion, but he explained to Minho that after whatever had happened at the last party, Jisung was too anxious to meet new people, especially in groups. 

He still bugged Felix for details about him and learned that Jisung was a music production major ( that would go great with my dancing ), was quiet and shy until he warmed up around you ( great, I don’t talk much ), didn’t have any friends other than Felix but would go with him to parties so he wouldn’t be alone while drinking ( caring and protective, but also selective about the company he keeps, just like me ), loved anime ( does he like any of my favorites? What are his favorites? ), loved nature and animals ( is he a cat person? ), ate his weight in cheesecake any time he had the chance ( I do love to cook and bake ), and regularly drank enough matcha lattes to replace his blood ( I’ve been trying to quit coffee lately ). 

It was a few weeks after they’d all met, and the group was hanging out at Minho and Chan’s place. They were all kind of doing their own thing, the newly formed throuple flopped together on the couch watching videos on Seungmin’s phone while Felix and Chan made ramen in the kitchen. Minho was curled up in one of the armchairs with the newest volume of one of his favorite BL manga series, My Noisy Roommate , nearing the end of the volume and already planning when he could make it to the yaoi bookstore to preorder the next volume, when Felix’s head appeared next to his. He jumped, turning to see the blonde boy leaning over the back of the chair and setting his head on Minho’s shoulder. “Whatcha reading, Charming?”

Minho blinked, confused by the nickname. “Charming?”

Felix blinked back, something flashing behind his eyes before he rushed out a response. “Yeah, you know, cuz you’re all charming and shit.” He gave Minho an awkward grin before turning and pointing at the manga in his hands. “That art style looks familiar. What series is that?” He closed the book, holding his page with his finger and turning it so Felix could see the cover. “Ah, Sungie’s been reading that one, too! He’s been whining about not being able to find the new volume anywhere. I guess it’s really popular?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s hard to get the new volumes when they come out, but I usually preorder them so I can make sure I get a copy.” He paused as an idea popped into his head. “If he wants, he can borrow this one when I’m done with it. I should finish it before you head home today, but there’s one condition: he has to text me his thoughts on it when he’s done.”

Felix beamed. “Oh my gosh, he’ll love that, Minho-hyung! And I’m sure he won’t mind sending you his thoughts, but let me double-check!”

Minho smiled. “Cool, let me know either way. You’ve got my number, so feel free to send it along to him now, just in case.” He hoped Jisung would accept the terms; he wanted to get to know this guy so badly. Felix stood up, pulling off the chair and sending a quick text. A few minutes later, the telltale ‘ Lizard ’ sounded from his pocket, and he grinned at Minho after checking the message. He felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone to see a new message.

unknown number

so, I heard you wanna talk about bl?

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, a small cluster of butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he saved the new contact as Jisung (fudanshi) . He typed a reply, pleasantly surprised to get a message back almost as soon as his was delivered. 

me

dear god please, my roommate doesn’t understand the appeal of yaoi.

i’m dying over here without someone to fudan out with.

Jisung (fudanshi)

lol i get that, lix doesnt judge but doesnt read it either. 

he said youre offering to let me borrow the new volume of my noisy rommate?

me

if you want, absolutely! i know it’s hard to find and i’m almost finished reading it.

but you have to send me your thoughts on it after, that’s my one condition.

oh, and send me some of your favorite series so i can check them out and we can talk about them too. 

are these terms acceptable?

Jisung (fudanshi)

definitely, oh my god thank you so much!!!

youre a lifesaver hyung!!!

can i call you hyung?

Minho couldn’t hold back a giggle. Oh my god, he’s adorable.

me

yes, jisung, you can call me hyung.

or just minho if you want, too.

either is fine with me c:

“What are you giggling at over there?” He looked up to see Seungmin looking at him with a small smirk, clearly pleased about something he thinks he’s caught Minho doing. 

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Kim Seungmin,” he replied with a saccharine smile.

“Uh-huh,” Seungmin replied, his smirk growing into a knowing smile. But Minho didn’t care. He was just happy to have someone to talk about BL with. That’s all it was. 

⋆˙⟡♡

A few days later, Minho had just climbed into bed, dressed comfortably in a soft t-shirt and a pair of boxers, when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. No one usually texts me this late . He scooped his phone up and unlocked it, smiling when he saw who the message was from.

Jisung (fudanshi)

okay, so i thought the cliffhanger in the previous volume was bad

this one?

way worse.

He chuckled, surprised that Jisung was such a fast reader, yet at the same time, fully having expected it. 

me

wow, finished already?

what are you gonna do until the next volume? :p

Jisung (fudanshi)

cry ;-;

jk

tho actually

ive been really into this manga called hate me but let me stay recently

theres a new volume coming out pretty soon, so ill probably read that

and its not as popular so its easier to find

though i think it deserves more love, its really good

have you read it, hyung?

Minho blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Hate Me But Let Me Stay was one of his favorites… and an omegaverse story. He shouldn’t have been surprised that someone into BL was also into omegaverse, but for some reason, with Felix’s description of his roommate, he hadn’t expected it.

me

that’s one of my favorite series c: 

i already preordered the next volume, so if you have trouble finding it, you’re more than welcome to borrow my copy when i’m done 

same deal, of course

Jisung (fudanshi)

really?? yes id love that!!!

omg i cant believe youve read that series, its so underrated

i really relate to naoto

minus the mpreg of course

and the being an omega thing

though if omegaverse was real i would definitely be an omega

sorry that was probably tmi (,,>﹏<,,)

me

you’re okay, jisungie :3

i think id probably be a beta, or maybe an alpha

but it’s funny you relate to naoto cuz i find it easiest to relate to hazuki

what do you relate to in him?

Jisung (fudanshi)

well, ive been bullied pretty bad

not in the same way naoto was, but not too far off, either

it didnt really stop til i graduated and came to college

so i dont really have any friends and have been pretty happy on my own

Jisung was bullied? That made Minho frown. They hadn’t been talking long at all, but he seemed like such a sweet guy.

Jisung (fudanshi)

but idk

sometimes i wonder what its like to be loved, you know?

find that one person that would stick by me no matter what, take care of me, love me

i wish fated mates were real so the universe could just pick someone for me

sorry that was all really cringey (,,>﹏<,,)

how about you? how do you relate to hazuki?

me

it wasn’t cringey, it was cute c:

i’m sorry you went through all that, jisungie.

if we’d gone to high school together i would’ve protected you from the bullies.

i like the idea of being there for someone, being able to take care of them and keep them safe

and i’m with you on the fated mates thing. i don’t get lonely often, but sometimes i wish the universe would just drop someone into my life like, ‘here you go!’, you know?

Jisung (fudanshi)

yes exactly!

youre too sweet, hyung

i hope if fated mates were real, that the universe would bring me someone sweet like you

…sorry i shouldnt have said that (,,>﹏<,,)

Minho blinked rapidly at his screen. Jisung thought he was sweet? All he’d said was that he shouldn’t have been bullied and that he would’ve protected him, which he felt like was the bare minimum. What had this poor boy been through? 

me

stop apologizing, you’re more than okay c:

He paused before typing again, a possibly crazy idea coming into his head.

me

jisung?

Jisung (fudanshi)

yeah minho?

me

can i call you?

As soon as he sent the message, the realization hit him that this quiet and shy boy may not be up for a phone call. Before he could send another message, though, his phone started buzzing in his palm, the call waiting screen telling him that Jisung (fudanshi) was calling. He fumbled his phone briefly before answering the call, setting his phone on speaker and dropping it onto the pillow beside his head. “Hello?” he asked tentatively, unsure of what to expect from the boy on the other end of the line.

“Hi…” Jisung said quietly, his surprisingly deep voice shaky. “Is… is this okay?”

Minho chuckled. “I asked to call you , Jisung. Of course it’s okay.”

“Okay… I’m sorry…”

A smile bloomed across his face. “Jisung.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop apologizing, please. Worry less with me. I’ll tell you if something bothers me, okay?”

He heard a shaky breath on the other end of the call. “O-Okay, Minho.” The line went silent for a few seconds, both of them adjusting to the new method of communication. “Um… hyung?”

“Hm?” he hummed.

“Thank you. For… for what you said. About protecting me, I mean. No one… no one ever did.” Another shaky breath. “A-And I know we don’t even know each other, but it means a lot that you’re willing to… you know.” 

“Protect you?” he murmured.

Jisung sighed, almost too quiet to hear if Minho hadn’t had the call on speakerphone. “Yeah.”

“I’d protect you now, Jisung.”

“But you don’t know me…”

“But I want to,” he pressed, trying to keep his tone soft so he wouldn’t spook the boy. “From everything Felix has told me about you, it sounds like we have a lot in common.”

“He talks about me?” Jisung squeaked. Cute.

He chuckled. “Yes, Jisungie, how do you think you got my BL?”

A pause. “...fair point.” Another pause. “What else has he said about me?”

“He told me you make music. I’m a dance major, by the way,” he chuckled, “not quite the same, but still similar in a lot of ways.”

“You dance?” 

“Mhm, have since I was a kid.”

“That’s hot,” Jisung whispered, surprising Minho and making him choke on his own spit. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I–”

“Jisung, what did we talk about?”

“Sorry, hyung, shit , I’m sorry, uh–”

He couldn’t hold back a bout of giggles. God, he’s so cute . “Jisungie, it’s okay. I think musicians are hot.”

A strangled noise came through the phone, making him grin wider. “Hyung, you– you can’t just say that!”

“What, that it’s hot that you’re a musician?”

“Minho- hyuuung , stop thaaaat –” Jisung whined. Lethal. Levels. Of. Cute.

“So cute,” he murmured just to hear another whine through the phone. 

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.” He heard fabric rustling and another sigh. “What else has he exposed me for?”

“Hmm, how you regularly drink enough matcha lattes to replace your blood.”

“I’m gonna kill him in his sleep, I swear to god.”

They kept talking as the minutes bled into hours and the moon traveled across the star-filled sky, learning more about each other than Minho thought he would ever learn about a person in a single conversation. He learned that his favorite anime was Howl’s Moving Castle , but he also really loved Spy x Family ; that he did, in fact, like cats despite being mildly allergic; and that New York-style cheesecake was his favorite. 

“Minho?” Jisung murmured, his voice slurring with tiredness as the sky just began to lighten outside.

“Yeah?”

“M’really glad Felix told you stuff about me. And gave me your number.”

Butterflies burst through the sleepy haze and fluttered around in Minho’s chest. “Yeah, me too, Jisungie.” 

“I don’ wanna stop talking to you, hyung…” his voice sounded a little more muffled. He must’ve burrowed into his blankets. Adorable . 

He chuckled as he felt his cheeks warm. “I don’t want to stop talking to you either, but I can tell you’re sleepy, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, sleepy…”

“And comfy?”

“Yeah, got lots of blankets… snug as a bug…”

He chuckled. “Yeah, little bug?”

“Mhm… wish you were here with me, though…”

Minho’s breath caught in his chest, surprised by the realization that he really liked the idea of that. “Me too, bug.” He paused, simply listening to the little noises Jisung was making as he settled into his blankets, and a smile tugged at his mouth. “Maybe we can hang out and watch anime soon, would you like that?”

“Mm… yeah, like that… like you…”

Jisung was tired. He was falling asleep. That had to be why he was saying these things. At least, that’s what Minho told himself to maintain his sanity. For fuck’s sake, they’d barely started talking just a few days ago, and he didn’t even know what the boy looked like. Not that looks really mattered to him, especially when he connected with someone the way he was starting to connect with Jisung, but wasn’t it weird to start liking someone without even having seen them? There was a reality show based around that entire concept, so maybe not. Plus, Cinderfella was still in the back of his mind. That was someone he’d actually seen face to face, had kissed , even if he still hadn’t managed to figure out who the boy was. 

He couldn’t like Jisung. He shouldn’t like Jisung. And yet…

A startled sound came through the phone. “Still awake, bug?” 

“Min’hyung, talk me to sleep… like your voice…” Jisung mumbled, his breathing slowing as he slowly drifted off.

“Okay, Jisungie. I can do that.”

And he did. He wasn’t entirely sure what to talk about that would both be something he knew enough about to keep talking for a while, but that wouldn’t catch Jisung’s interest enough to keep him from falling asleep. “Let me tell you about cooking, bug.”

When he heard tiny snores consistently mixed with slow, relaxed breathing, he burrowed into his blankets and let the noises of a sleeping little bug lull him to sleep. 

⋆˙⟡♡

“I dunno, I guess I’ve always found Miyano cute,” Minho mused, stretching his arms over his head, his phone on speaker on the pillow next to him while he lay in his bed. It had been a few weeks since their first call, and it had become a bit of a habit for them to talk before bed in the evenings. He would’ve loved for them to have met by now, but he knew that Jisung was nervous about meeting new people and hanging out in bigger groups, which was certainly inevitable in the place he shared with Chan and Changbin, and he didn’t want to freak him out or overwhelm him by asking before he was ready. If he was ever ready. So he had decided to wait, to take things at Jisung’s pace, because even after only talking for a few weeks, he knew it would be well worth the wait.

They’d only just discovered that they both loved the series Sasaki and Miyano , and Minho couldn’t help but be amused by the similarities between the manga and his friendship with Jisung. Granted, the main difference was that he was both the confident gay and the person lending the manga, but bonding over BL was the catalyst for their friendship, just like in the manga.

A chuckle came from the other end of the call. “What about him do you think is cute?”

He hummed, thinking it over for a moment. “Well, I kind of have a thing for tiny guys with dark, longish hair and big eyes.” He immediately realized the similarities between the manga protagonist and Cinderfella, but those thoughts quickly vacated his mind when Jisung coughed, choking and spluttering through the speaker. His brow furrowed, and he rolled over to get closer to his phone. “You okay, Jisungie?”

Jisung let out one final cough. “Yeah, yeah, I– I’m good, hyung.”

He wasn’t sure if he totally believed that, but he took Jisung at his word. “What about you? Which character is your favorite?”

Jisung hummed, barely audible over the shifting of blankets. “I love Sasaki, how possessive he is. I’ve always wanted someone like that.”

“Jisungie, that can get dangerous,” he murmured, eyebrows stitching together in concern. “The wrong person can go from possessive to controlling way too fast; you have to be careful.”

“No, no, I know, just… Sasaki isn’t. The way he’s possessive is like… touch him and die, you know? I um… I like the idea of someone like that.”

I’m like that. He shook his head, trying to erase the thought like an Etch-A-Sketch. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like… I like the idea that someone could love me so much that he wouldn’t want anyone else near me, or even looking at me. I’d be all his, and he’d be all mine.” Jisung paused, the line going quiet for a beat before he whispered, “You remind me of Sasaki, hyung.”

It was Minho’s turn to choke on air. “Oh? Why’s that?” He croaked, smacking his chest to try to stop the coughing fit. 

“Well, you’re both pretty cat-like–”

“How do you know that?” he cut in, confused.

“Felix told me.”

“Of course he said that,” he chuckled. “What else?”

Jisung hummed again. “You’re both really protective of the people you– uh… care about.”

He smiled. “I guess I can admit that.”

“And um… I-I bet you’re pretty like him, too,” Jisung whispered, almost too quiet to hear. But he did. Butterflies sprang to life inside him, and he felt his cheeks heating up. Jisung thought he was pretty. Or, well, that he would be, if he ever saw his face. Wait, why is he thinking about whether I’m pretty?

“Now, where did you get that idea, bug?” 

“You have a pretty voice,” Jisung paused, taking in a shaky breath. “I… I love your voice, Minho. Makes me feel… no, never mind. I shouldn’t be saying this.”

Minho’s heart sped up, and the only thing he could hear was the rapid breathing on the other end of the call. “Jisung, please finish that sentence. Please. ”

“ Hyung ,” Jisung whined. A rustling sound came through the speaker, followed by a quiet, breathy… was that a whimper? Oh my god.

He had to know. “Bug, tell me.”

“It– it makes me feel safe, okay? I– I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize for that,” he breathed, clutching the phone tighter in his hand. “I love your voice too, Jisung.” 

Minho had to stop himself before he accidentally blurted, ‘and I love you.’ Wait. Did he love him? Or was it just the sleepiness talking? Even if he did, it was way too soon to say it. They’d only known each other for a few weeks. Jisung would probably think he was insane for falling for him so quickly, especially when they hadn’t even met . He tried to tell himself he didn’t, he shouldn’t, he couldn’t , but he knew. He knew his feelings for Jisung were growing every day, swelling inside his heart so big that if he tried to keep them bottled up inside for much longer, Minho feared he’d burst.

The line had been quiet for too long, and Minho would’ve worried that Jisung had hung up on him if he couldn’t hear his rapid breaths over the line. “Jisungie,” he murmured, waiting for the hum of confirmation before continuing, “my roommate throws a lot of parties, and the next one is this weekend.” His heart rabbited in his chest. Why am I nervous? It’s just a party . “Would you, um… would you want to come?” A startled noise came through the phone. Oh no. I’ve upset him. Minho scrambled to fix the situation. “Y-You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course. But if it helps, Lix is going to be there, and so will I, so you’ll have at least two friends to hang out with.”

“I-I don’t know, Minho… I do want to go to another party, and I love Lix, I do, but the last time I went to a party with him, he ditched me, and I kind of freaked out–”

“Well, I won’t ditch you. I’ll stick to you like caramel. I’ll even go into the bathroom with you when you need to pee.”

“ Hyung , ew!” Jisung burst into a fit of giggles, and the butterflies kicked up again at the melodic sound. “You don’t need to follow me to pee , Minho. But if… if you promise you’ll stick with me… I guess I’ll come.” He could hear the smile in Jisung’s voice as it tapered off into a whisper.

Excitement bubbled up in his chest. “Really? You will?”

“Y-Yeah, I… I really wanna meet you, Minho. In person, I mean.”

He wouldn’t have been able to stop the grin that spread across his face if his life depended on it. “You will, bug. And you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

A low chuckle sounded through the speaker before Jisung’s sleep-slurred voice spoke again. “Good.”

Chapter Text

It may have been almost Halloween, but college parties could only get so different. Sure, they’d thrown up some cheap purple lights and pumpkin decorations, and the cups were orange instead of red, but really, they were all pretty much the same: loud, thrumming music, too many vibrant people packed in like sweaty sardines on the makeshift dance floor… but somehow, Minho loved them every time. 

me

do you know when you and lix will get here, jisungie?

Jisungie

almost there, hyung!!!

someone couldnt pick an outfit

(its me, im someone)

i cant wait to meet you!!!

… do you like hugs? its ok if you dont

me 

you can hug me, bug c:

i’m sure lix will find chan when you get here, i’ll stick around him until you do

Jisungie

are you sure? i dont wanna make you uncomfy :c 

me

it’s okay if it’s you c:

“Yah, are you gonna spend the whole party with your nose glued to your screen or what?” Minho looked up to see Changbin standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. 

“Lix is bringing Jisung, and I was asking when they’re getting here, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you were grinning like a lovesick fool a minute ago?”

“I was not doing that.”

“You kind of were, hyung,” Hyunjin draped himself over Changbin’s back, kissing his cheek before resting his chin over his shoulder. “You move on from Cinderfella that fast?”

He sighed. He really hadn’t thought much about the boy who kissed him at the party almost two months ago, not since he’d realized that he liked Jisung. Maybe even more than liked, but that was something he refused to admit just yet. 

“Was that kiss the best I’ve ever had? Yes. Was he completely my type? Also yes. But I think at this point I need to accept that I’m never going to see him again.” He hadn’t seen the boy at any parties since that one at the beginning of the semester, nor had he seen him on campus. It was like he’d straight up disappeared, and Minho had admittedly considered that maybe he didn’t even go to their college. The odds were really not stacking up in his favor, so he was doing his best to let the memories of the boy go and focus more on people closer to home. 

Minho felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to find a new text from Jisung.

Jisungie

were here!!!

just have to park

i might die

lix is not good at parallel parking

hyung, if i die, you get my bl collection :’c 

“Yeah, I’d say he moved on, alright.” His head snapped back up to look at the couple in front of him to see Seungmin now wrapped around the pair, raising an eyebrow at him with a smirk. “I think it’s good that you’ve found someone you like, Minho-hyung.”

He tried to protest. “I-It’s not really like that–”

“Innie!” Seungmin cut him off with a shout, startling everyone in the group.

“I guess Jeongin came,” Changbin chuckled. “I’m glad he finally got his shit together and got with Beomgyu, too.”

“Oh, I know! Aren’t they adorable?” Hyunjin swooned, leaning his head against Changbin’s.

“Yeah, they are…” he trailed off as his eyes caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair vibrating excitedly in front of Chan where he stood by the makeshift bar. “Oh, Lix and Jisungie are here, I’m gonna go say hi.”

“Tell Jisungie we’ll be over in a few!” Hyunjin teased with a smirk. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep the fond smile off his face as he walked away from the trio and towards his other friends. 

As he got closer, he spotted who could only be Jisung clinging onto Felix’s back, curled in on himself. He must be overwhelmed, shit. It was a bit busier of a party than usual since it was close to Halloween. The more steps he took, the more he noticed about Jisung. He was tiny, probably close to Felix’s height if he stood straight, with broad shoulders covered by a fitted black t-shirt that made his tiny waist look even tinier. His hair was dark, wavy, and on the longer side, and he mentally kicked himself when he realized Jisung fit what he’d told him was his type almost to a T. The only thing he hadn’t confirmed yet was his eyes since he had his back to Minho, but it wouldn’t be long before he saw them, too. Chan’s gaze flicked to him and lit up as he arrived at the group, but he held a finger to his mouth, hoping he wouldn’t give him away. A small, knowing smile tugged at Chan’s mouth before he turned his attention back to Felix. 

He stepped right up behind Jisung, wrapping his arms around his tiny waist and settling his chin over his shoulder. Jisung jumped, a shocked squeak coming out of him before he turned to try and look at Minho. They were a little too close together to get a good look at each other, but he really didn’t want to let him go. “Hi Jisungie,” he breathed, tightening his arms around his middle just a little bit. His dark hair was soft where it brushed the side of his neck, and he smelled so good , like bergamot with a hint of sun-bleached driftwood and ocean spray. He was the perfect kind of soft, the kind made for cuddling. Jisung fit perfectly against his chest like this, and the realization sent a possessive heat up his spine. 

“Minho?” Jisung breathed, his big eyes blinking, his eyelashes tickling Minho’s cheek.

He chuckled. “Who else could it be, bug?” Jisung only whined softly in response, his hands dropping to settle over Minho’s arms as he melted back into his hold. Yeah, this is where I live now.  

“Hi, Charming!” Felix chirped, having plastered himself to Chan’s side sometime after Minho hugged Jisung. I didn’t even see him move . “I see you’ve finally found Sungie,” he giggled. 

He nodded and leaned his head against the side of Jisung’s, rocking the two of them gently side to side. “You okay, Jisungie?”

Jisung nodded, slowly turning in Minho’s hold. When they finally faced each other and their eyes met, all the breath left his lungs. Those eyes . He knew instantly where he’d seen them before. He reluctantly loosened his hold just enough to pull back and fully take in Jisung’s face, and his heart stuttered in his chest. There were those same sparkly brown boba eyes that had silently begged for his help all those weeks ago, blinking at him from behind the now-absent big, translucent-framed glasses. His deep brown hair was a little longer, a little closer to curly than wavy now, and even softer than he remembered. Minho’s eyes trailed down to the boy’s lips, and oh fuck , the stunned little ‘o’ they were sitting in was exaggerated by his fuller bottom lip, making them look even more kissable than they already did. His grip tightened where he was now holding onto Jisung’s shirt at his waist, and the movement seemed to jolt Jisung out of his stunned state. 

“Oh my god,” Jisung mumbled, his eyes getting wider for a fraction of a second. Before he could respond, he was shoving Minho’s hands off and bolting away. Again.

“What the fuck just happened?” Chan questioned, confusion all over his face.

“Yeah, what was that, Minho?” Felix added with a curious look from where he was wrapped in Chan’s arms, not unlike how he’d been holding Jisung just moments before. 

His heart hammered in his chest. “It’s him.”

“What could he possibly have done in thirty seconds–”

He shook his head rapidly. “No, Lix, it’s him. Jisung is the boy who kissed me.”

Chan’s jaw dropped. “Oh, shit. ”

“ Yeah. ”

Felix shook his head. “Wait, wait, wait, so that means you are the guy?”

Minho blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “What are you talking about, Lix?”

Felix sighed. “So, you remember how I told you something happened at the last party with my roommate and we had to leave super fast?” He nodded, and the blonde continued. “A couple of weeks after, he finally told me there’d been some creep hitting on him and he’d kissed a poor, innocent bystander to get him to go away. After what you’d told me about your Cinderfella, I had a suspicion it was you, but I couldn’t be sure. But he kept saying that he hadn’t expected the kiss to be–” Felix stopped, blinking rapidly before his eyes snapped up to Minho’s. “You have to go after him.”

“What? Lix, no. Did you not see him literally run from me when he saw my face?”

“Minho-hyung, he hasn’t shut up about that kiss, or you, for weeks . Trust me, you need to go after him.”

He didn’t need to be told a third time. Minho turned on his heel and started into the crowd, pausing when he heard Felix call to him, “Check outside! He likes to go outside when he’s overwhelmed!” He knew exactly where to go, pivoting mid-step and making his way to the back patio doors. Earlier in the year, people usually trickled between inside and outside during their parties, but with the weather getting colder, people weren’t very keen on spending too much time outdoors at night. 

The sounds of the party dampened when he slid the door closed behind him, pausing to breathe in the cool late-October air. Even though it was chilly, fall really was his favorite season. A muffled sob broke the ambient silence, and his eyes immediately zeroed in on Jisung. The boy was curled up in the smallest ball on one of the lounge chairs, his face buried in his knees and his body shaking from tears, cold, or maybe both. His heart ached at the sight, and before he could register it, his feet were moving of their own accord, bringing him right up next to the lounge chair. He dropped into a crouch, his face level with where Jisung’s was buried in his knees, and slowly reached up to run his fingers through Jisung’s hair. 

“Bug,” he murmured, “can you look at me, please?” Jisung froze at the contact, a sob hiccuping from his lips as he lifted his head just enough to blink his red-rimmed, glassy eyes at Minho. Even with his lashes clumped together from tears, he was still the most beautiful boy Minho had ever seen. “There you are,” he cooed, smiling softly at the boy curled up in front of him. Jisung sniffled, wiping the wetness from his eyes with the back of his hand as a shiver ran through him. Minho suddenly realized the boy didn’t have a jacket. He shrugged off his hoodie and draped it around Jisung’s shoulders, making him jump and lift his face out of his knees a little further. “Is that better?”

Jisung nodded, chewing his bottom lip before whispering, “Thank you.”

He smiled, reaching out to run his fingers through Jisung’s hair again. This time, the boy leaned into his touch just a little, his eyelids fluttering closed as Minho scratched against his scalp. Cute . The pair stayed like that for a few minutes, Minho closing his eyes, too, and he heard Jisung’s breathing slowly even out as he calmed down under Minho’s touch. He felt a hand on his forearm and opened his eyes to see Jisung blinking at him, his cheeks dusted pink. 

“Hi,” Jisung breathed, his blush deepening as they looked at each other. 

“Hi, bug,” he murmured, shifting his hand to Jisung’s cheek when he lifted his face fully out of his knees. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Jisungie, we’ve talked about this–”

“No, hyung, I mean I’m sorry for kissing you at that party, I– I shouldn’t have done that without your consent, and it was probably bad anyways ‘cause I hadn’t kissed anyone before, and you’re so hot you probably have a boyfriend– o-or a girlfriend! Shit , I didn’t even consider that you might be straight, I–”

He pressed his fingers to Jisung’s mouth. “Shh, stop that.” When he was sure Jisung was going to stay quiet, he removed his hand. “First of all, I’m not straight. Verrrry gay. Like, Kinsey six. And very single. So nothing to worry about there.” He smiled. “Second, you were in trouble, and I was on my way over to intervene anyway. Third, and most importantly, that was the best kiss of my life, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it– or you– since.” 

Jisung’s jaw dropped, his mouth falling into a perfect little ‘o’ again, and a strangled sound came out of him. His cheeks flushed impossibly pink, and he slapped a hand over his mouth, his wide eyes blinking rapidly at Minho. “Are you serious?” He squeaked against his palm.

“As serious as my love for yaoi.” The blushing boy lowered his hand slowly, revealing his bottom lip worried between his teeth. He reached out, cupping his jaw before he gently pulled it free with his thumb. With his other hand, he gently tugged the boy’s calf, hoping he’d take the hint and lower his knees, which he did. Jisung’s trembling hands settled on his shoulders, holding onto him to keep himself steady. 

“Hyung,” Jisung whispered, staring at Minho with wide eyes. Only then did he register exactly how close they were, their noses nearly brushing against each other as their breaths mixed. 

His hands moved to cradle Jisung’s cheeks. “You’re all I’ve wanted for weeks, Jisung,” he murmured, leaning in even closer until their lips brushed with his next words. “And I’m so happy that it’s you. ” 

Jisung’s lips were on his in an instant. If Minho thought the first kiss was great, this one was spectacular. The growing feelings for Jisung that he’d been trying to ignore bloomed all at once, warmth flooding his body as Jisung flooded his senses. He was everywhere: his soft lips against Minho’s, his arms around his shoulders, his hands in his hair, his bergamot fragrance wrapped around them as he let himself get lost in everything that was Jisung . He threaded his fingers up into Jisung’s soft curls, tugging gently just to hear him whimper. He smiled into the kiss before running his tongue along his bottom lip, a silent ask for permission which was granted immediately as he dropped his mouth open. Minho licked into him, his grip on his hair tightening ever so slightly as he explored his mouth. Jisung gripped him tighter, too, moaning softly against his tongue. Suddenly, he had a lapful of Jisung.

He moved an arm to wrap around his waist as he shifted, settling onto the ground and holding him close as he continued his explorations. Jisung’s knees fell on either side of his hips, and he pressed himself fully against Minho as he started running his fingers through Minho’s hair. He broke the kiss only for a second to nip at Jisung’s bottom lip, which seemed to light some kind of fire in the boy. He felt himself being pushed backwards a second before his back landed on the grass, Jisung’s hand cradling the back of his head to break his fall. 

He gasped, and this time Jisung’s tongue was inside his mouth, exploring behind his teeth. He felt the boy’s thighs squeeze around his hips, and he moved his hands to hold him by the waist, slipping them under his shirt and making him shiver as he trailed his fingers over his ribs. Jisung’s hips shifted, and oh. Minho didn’t have to wonder if the boy was enjoying this. He pulled him down by his grip on his waist, and he gasped, his hips moving in a stuttered rhythm against Minho’s for a split second.

“Minho?” he breathed, his stomach heaving where he lay on top of him.

“Yeah, bug?” he whispered, nipping his bottom lip again before pulling his hips down again. 

Jisung shivered again. “I– shit – I’m g-glad it’s you, too.”

He smiled against Jisung’s mouth. “Can I ask you something?” Jisung hummed. “Were you gonna tell me you’re exactly my type?”

“What?” Jisung squeaked, making him giggle.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know, you fit everything I described about Miyano, I know you knew.”

“O-Okay, fine, maybe I did. But I didn’t think you’d ever be into someone like me.”

“Why would you think that, bug?”

“Well… no one ever has been… I’ve never dated anyone and I um…” His voice trailed off into a whisper, “I’m still a virgin…”

He pressed their lips together, pulling a startled noise out of the boy lying on top of him before he melted into the kiss. He let his hands roam as they lay there kissing, trailing his fingers over Jisung’s shoulders, his biceps, his sides, his back, before finally settling on his tiny waist. “Well, Jisungie, I think the guys you’ve been around must be blind and oblivious, because you’re one hell of a catch, and the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” Jisung shook his head, but he reached up and cupped his cheek, stilling his movements. “Baby,” Jisung blushed harder at the pet name. “You’re funny, you’re smart, you have great taste in literature,” they both giggled, “you are so incredibly sweet, and you’re adorable.”

Jisung’s lips tugged into a shy smile, his fingers running through Minho’s hair. “You um… you just described yourself, hyung.” 

He couldn’t help the blush that he felt dust his cheeks. “I like you so much, Jisung.”

The boy beamed down at him. “I like you too, Minho, so much. So. Much. ” 

Their lips were pressed together again, and Jisung squirmed on top of him, seeming like he was trying to press himself even closer despite them already being flush against each other.

When they broke apart, he ran his fingers through Jisung’s curls before settling them on his waist again. “You know, you’re a phenomenal kisser, baby.” 

Jisung looked away, his fingers fiddling with Minho’s blonde hair where they were still threaded through it and making him shiver. “Oh, I um… I practiced.”

Minho’s hands tightened their grip. “What do you mean 'practiced’?”

Jisung blinked, a realization seemingly dawning on him. “Oh! Nonono hyung, I didn’t mean– by myself! I practiced by myself!”

It was Minho’s turn to blink. “What?”

“Don’t– don’t make me say how,” Jisung whispered, his cheeks rapidly flushing pink.

He couldn’t suppress a mischievous smirk. “Well, now I’m curious, and whose fault is that, bug?”

Jisung groaned. “Fine! I uh…” he trailed off into an unintelligible mumble.

He bumped their noses together. “What was that?”

“I practiced with my hand, okay!” The boy whined. “I pretended my fingers were someone’s mouth and kissed them! It’s pathetic, I know!” 

Minho’s heart melted, and he cooed. “Aww, bug, no, it’s not pathetic. I think that’s adorable.” Jisung whined, one of his hands flying up to cover his face. “Why did you practice?”

Jisung mumbled his next words into his palm. “Well, you uh… you were kinda my first kiss…”

“What? Jisung, are you serious?” He tugged the hand away and gently gripped his chin, turning his face to look at him. “I don’t love the idea that you gave your first kiss to some random stranger at a party, but I do love the idea that I got to be your first kiss.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed deeper. “You um… you can be my first for other things, if you want…”

He smiled and pulled the boy closer, cradling him against his chest and pressing kisses into his hair. “Baby, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Jisung nuzzled against his chest before tilting his head up to look right into Minho’s eyes. “My boyfriend?”

Minho beamed. “I’d love to, bug.”

Eventually, when the chilly air got too cold to bear and they decided they didn’t want to test if they had an exhibitionist kink just yet, Jisung reluctantly climbed off of Minho, and they stood. But before Jisung could turn and head inside, he grabbed him by the waist and pulled them flush together, one hand coming up to cradle his cheek before he kissed him softly. 

“I can’t believe I ever lived without kissing you,” he murmured against Jisung’s lips, making the boy whimper quietly before he kissed him again, sliding his hand into his curls and holding his head in place to deepen the kiss. Jisung’s hands slid up and settled on the sides of Minho’s neck, nipping gently at his bottom lip like he’d done to him earlier. 

“Me either,” he whispered back after breaking the kiss, resting their foreheads together.

Minho pecked his nose, making the boy blush and giggle in his hold. “Come on, bug, we should get inside.”

Jisung pulled back just enough to turn and glance at the doors, groaning as he turned back and buried his face in Minho’s neck. “Do we have to? Felix is gonna have a field day.”

Shit, that’s right . All of their friends were inside. All of their friends knew a version of their kiss at the first party. And surely, by now, Felix had connected the dots for all of them. He sighed, running his thumb gently over Jisung’s kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Well, I think we both probably look far too debauched to try to hide it. Plus, if they don’t already know from Felix, they’re going to figure it out soon, so we may as well tell them on our terms.”

Jisung nodded, and he gasped when he felt his teeth against his neck as he sucked Minho’s skin into his mouth. He let out a soft moan, tilting his head to the side, and Jisung buried his face further against him. Once he was seemingly satisfied with his work, placing an open-mouthed kiss over the bruise, he smiled before baring his neck. “Your turn?” Jisung asked, the tremor in his voice betraying his nerves. 

Minho smiled and pulled him closer, holding him tightly with one arm around his waist and reaching up to lightly trail his fingers over Jisung’s neck. He ran them over a particularly sensitive spot, making Jisung shiver in his hold, and threaded his fingers through his hair before he leaned in. He started off gentle, not wanting to hurt his boy, but Jisung’s whimpers and quiet moans spurred on his possessive streak until the sensitive spot was marked with a deep purple bruise. He kissed over it, soothing it with his tongue before making his way to his lips and giving him one final deep kiss. “What was that for, baby?”

Jisung’s big eyes blinked up at him, a shy blush creeping over his cheeks. “I um… I wanted everyone to know you’re mine… a-and I’m yours… I hope that’s okay…”

“Possessive little thing. Fuck , of course it’s okay, bug. I am yours. And you’re mine.” Jisung beamed, and he couldn’t help but pepper his cheeks with kisses before he tugged him towards the house.

As soon as they walked inside, Minho wanted to drag Jisung right back to the patio. Huddled together and giggling were their friends, grinning and vibrating like a cluster of atoms, directly inside the door. Felix was bouncing on his toes in Chan’s embrace, Hyunjin and Changbin had their hands clasped together while Seugmin rolled his eyes with his arms wrapped around their waists, and even Jeongin and Beomgyu couldn’t stop smiling.

Minho sighed, wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist and pulling him into his chest. “So, Lix spilled the beans, I see.”

Before they even had the chance to process what was happening, they were enveloped in a group hug, struggling to stay upright as their friends all barreled into them. Once they stabilized themselves and their friends all detached, the real onslaught began.

Hyunjin was practically squealing with joy. “I’m just so happy for you two! And for us. Hearing Minho pining over his Cinderfella was getting rough .” Jisung eyed him curiously. Oh, that’s gonna come up later.

“Yah! You wanna talk pining, Hyunjin?” He retorted.” Remember who had to watch you and Changbin play ‘will-they-won’t-they’ for almost two years? ” Jisung giggled in his arms, and he nuzzled his face against his cheek.

Hyunjin glared at him, his cheeks dusted pink. “Hey, we’re talking about you right now!”

“See Sungie? I told ya you should’ve come with me to hang out here weeks ago!” Felix teased.

Jisung blushed. “Yeah, maybe.” He looked up at Minho as a smile bloomed on his face. “But then I wouldn’t have gotten to know hyung the way I did, and I wouldn’t have wanted that any other way.”

“I, for one, am just glad Sungie found his Prince Charming,” Felix grinned, poking Jisung in the cheek before his hand was being swatted away with a whine.

“Prince Charming?” he questioned, looking just in time to see Jisung’s face rapidly reddening.

“I-It’s nothing–” he started.

“It’s what he called you after you saved him from that creep,” Felix’s smile had turned into a mischievous smirk as he cut in. Ah, now the nickname makes sense. Felix, you little shit.

“Shh, you said you weren’t gonna tell anyone!” Jisung whisper-yelled and slapped a hand over Felix’s mouth. Suddenly, he squealed, yanking his hand back and wiping it on his jeans with the expression of a disgruntled hamster. Adorable.  

“Well, Minho-hyung isn’t just anyone ,” Felix giggled, running back to Chan’s embrace before Jisung could swat at him again. 

“I’m happy you’re happy, hyungs,” Jeongin piped up, smiling from where he stood holding Beomgyu’s hand. Their maknae was definitely the most timid when it came to PDA, but honestly, sometimes Minho appreciated having at least one friend whose moans he didn’t know the sound of from too much heavy petting in public. 

He turned Jisung in his arms so he could see his face better, gripping his chin gently. His boba eyes went cross as he kissed the tip of his nose, making Minho grin. “Me too.”

Chapter Text

Three weeks later

“Minho,” Jisung panted, his hips jerking forward where he sat straddling Minho’s thighs. This had become their default position more often than not when they spent time together alone. They tried to behave, starting off snuggled against each other under a fluffy blanket on the couch while they watched anime, but it didn’t usually take long for Jisung to steal the remote, pause the TV, and climb on top of him. Maybe cuddling in their shirts and underwear didn’t help. Not that he was complaining, because he absolutely loved having a lapful of Jisung.

Minho nipped at his neck, making him gasp. “What is it? What do you need, bug?”

“More– h-help me, baby, please –” Jisung whimpered, his rhythm erratic as he tried to grind down on Minho’s lap.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, gripping Jisung’s hips and using his hold to set a steady pace. 

Jisung moaned, tipping his head back as he let himself get lost in the feeling. He looked absolutely beautiful, his honey skin flushed, his soft lips pink and swollen, his starry eyes half-lidded and glassy. After a few more movements, Minho ground his hips up, pulling a loud, surprised moan from Jisung. His hands found Minho’s cheeks, and he crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately as he gasped and moaned into Minho’s mouth. It didn’t take long before Minho felt that familiar heat coiling tight in his abdomen, spurred on by the feeling of their hard cocks grinding together and Jisung’s breath fanning across his face. 

“Min– hyung, I– I’m gonna–” Jisung whimpered, his pace faltering again, becoming desperate as he neared his release. Minho gripped his hips tighter, pulling him down harder against him as he took over moving them both. 

“Cum for me, baby,” he murmured, kissing him as he thrust up again. Jisung let himself fall against Minho’s chest, burying his face in his neck and gently nipping the skin there as his body locked up, moaning uncontrollably as his orgasm washed over him. Minho kept him moving, worked him through his high as his own release hit him, white-hot and better than any he’d experienced with anyone else, even though they both still had their underwear on. It wasn’t their first time getting off together like this, but he was still so enamored with Jisung that every time felt like the first. They hadn’t gone much further yet, taking things slowly at Minho’s insistence, but he knew they were both getting close to being ready for the next step. 

Jisung whined in overstimulation against his neck, and he stilled their hips, shifting his arms around his middle to hold him close. He nuzzled into his hair, placing soft kisses on his temple. “You okay, bug?”

“Sticky,” Jisung whined, making Minho chuckle.

“Okay, little baby, let’s go clean up, then we can cuddle if you want.” Jisung shook his head, surprising Minho. “No? No cuddles?”

“No!” Jisung yelped, sitting upright and staring at Minho with big boba eyes. He flinched at his own volume, then, quieter, said, “I– I don’t wanna get off you yet…”

He smiled fondly. “Who said you have to, Jisungie?” Jisung squeaked when he gripped him by the thighs and stood up off the couch, wrapping his legs around Minho’s hips on instinct and blinking owlishly at him, his pretty lips falling into a surprised ‘o’. He grinned back, pecking his nose before he carried him off to his bedroom. He tried to set him on his bed, but Jisung whined again and clung on tighter. “Okay, you little koala, do you want to get cleaned up or not?”

Jisung nuzzled into his neck. “Take me with you,” he mumbled.

He rolled his eyes fondly and walked over to his dresser. “Alright, but you have to help since my hands are full,” he punctuated with a squeeze to Jisung’s ass, making him whine and lifting his face out of Minho’s neck with a grumpy pout. He couldn’t hold back his giggles as he directed Jising which drawer to open. The boy’s cheeks flushed as he fished out two clean pairs of underwear, shoving the drawer closed hurriedly before hiding his face again. “You’re cute when you’re shy, did you know that, baby?” Jisung grumbled something unintelligible in protest as he walked over to his bathroom. “Can you grab one of those washcloths, Jisungie?” 

Once they had a warm, damp cloth and clean underwear in hand, Minho walked them over to his bed, sitting down on the edge with Jisung still wrapped around him. He gently pulled his face back out of his neck and peppered his cheeks with kisses until he was a blushing, giggling mess on his lap. “Let’s clean up.” 

He finally managed to convince Jisung to let him go, promising him extra kisses and cuddles once they got into bed together before handing him the cloth and a pair of underwear, turning around to give him some privacy. “Minho?” He hummed in acknowledgment. “You can look if you want.” 

He froze. “Are– are you sure? You really want me to–”

“Minho, please look at me,” Jisung cut in, and he turned around slowly, keeping his eyes aimed up until they landed on his face. He sat up and scooted over to the edge to sit in front of Minho, his hands settling on Minho’s thighs. “I want you to see me, baby.”

He blinked, slowly nodding before letting his gaze drop. Jisung scooted back and lay on the bed, baring himself entirely to Minho and making his brain short-circuit. Their hands had done a fair bit of wandering over the past few weeks, so it wasn’t like he was entirely unfamiliar with Jisung’s body, but seeing him naked was something else entirely. His waist looked even smaller without a shirt on, making Minho’s fingers itch with the need to hold him there. His honey skin was practically luminous, flushed pink over his cheeks and down his chest. His nipples were small, pink, and perfectly round, begging for him to lick over them. His cock certainly wasn’t small, but Minho was definitely bigger, and his mouth watered with the need to taste him. But he suppressed every urge, every want, simply taking in the breathtaking sight in front of him and relishing in the fact that Jisung trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him like this.

“Jisung,” he breathed, “ fuck , look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

Jisung shook his head, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can, um…” he started, trailing off shyly. 

“Anything, baby. Anything you want,” Minho whispered, nodding in encouragement.

Jisung’s flush deepened. “Can… can I see you too, Minho?”

“Yes,” he answered, maybe a little too quickly with the fit of giggles Jisung burst into. He made quick work of ridding himself of his clothes, dropping them somewhere on the floor as he held eye contact with Jisung. Once he was fully naked, Jisung’s eyes wandered over him, and he had to quickly wipe some drool away from his mouth as he stared.

“Come here,” Jisung whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear, lying on his back and letting his knees fall open. Minho’s heart stuttered in his chest, and before he realized he was even moving, he was on top of Jisung, slotted between his legs. Jisung’s arms wrapped around his neck, and he smiled up at him. “Has anyone told you recently how hot you are, Minho?”

He feigned thought, tapping his chin and looking up before answering. “Mm, I’m not sure, I think I might need to hear it again.”

Jisung giggled, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. “Well, you’re the hottest person in the universe. Seriously, you should like, model for Gucci or something.”

He chuckled, kissing over his cheek and down to his neck before latching on to suck another mark into his skin to match the countless others he’d given him over the past few weeks, pulling a soft moan out of the boy. “Nah, I’d rather just model for you.” He pulled back with a smirk. “You wanna draw me like one of your French girls, Jisungie?”

Jisung swatted at his shoulder, but his giggles betrayed his mock irritation. His gaze turned fond, a small smile on his lips as he stared up from underneath Minho. “I love you.”

Minho froze, his jaw dropping as the words spilled from Jisung’s mouth. Did I hear that right? “What?”

Jisung’s eyes filled with panic, his hands clenching into fists against Minho’s back as he stammered. “I– I didn’t– I’m sorry–”

He quieted him with a kiss, carefully sliding one arm under his back to hold him against his chest, the other sliding into his curls. He couldn’t suppress his beaming smile when he pulled back. “I love you too, Jisung.”

The heart-shaped smile he got in return stole his breath away. He rolled them onto their sides, pulling the boy even closer and kissing him again, running his hand over his bare back. 

“You mean it?” Jisung whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

He used his other hand to wipe them away before they could fall, kissing him softly. “Of course. I love you more than anything, bug.”

Jisung buried his face in Minho’s neck, snuggling as close as he could get without crawling inside of him like a Tauntaun. He peppered Minho’s neck with little nips and kisses, latching on to suck a few more marks into his skin. “I love you too, Minho. So much.”

He nuzzled into Jisung’s hair, pressing a few kisses into it. “I can’t believe you’re mine, little baby.” 

“Are you kidding? I can’t believe you’re mine, big baby,” Jisung whined into his neck. “You’re so far out of my league.”

He gently lifted Jisung’s face out of his neck, tilting him by his chin to look at him. “Yours is the only league I ever want to be in.”

They lay wrapped up in each other, sharing lazy kisses and gentle, exploring touches until they both drifted off to sleep, too tired to keep their eyes open any longer. They fell asleep with their lips pressed together and their hearts full, ready to bask in their happy ever after.