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When Jisung woke up, he was immediately met with an unfamiliar warmth and soft glow. He buried his face into the pillow, trying to envelope himself in the comforting scent. As he became more aware, he registered an arm thrown over his waist and heat radiating off the body next to his like a heated blanket. When he became even more aware and began to open his eyes, he felt the presence behind him subtly grinding against his ass.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Moral dilemma: If you feel your sort of friend, who you definitely have feelings for, grinding against your ass in his sleep, do you wake him up?
Jisung paused his internal debate, squeezing his eyes shut. He definitely should not be focusing on how he could feel the shape of Minho through his pants and he definitely should not be pushing his ass back to be able to feel it better.
Minho groaned, causing Jisung to tense up, freezing. The arm around his waist tightened and the body next to his pushed even closer.
"Jisung-ah-"
His name tumbled out of Minho's lips somewhere between a moan and a whine.
Well maybe that was a mistake.
"Ah fuck, Sung-ah."
Well shit.
Moral dilemma part two: Does he try to escape? That way he spares them both. But what if Minho is sad after waking up alone? What if he thinks Jisung hates him? Second plan, he confronts Minho and then maybe confesses? Oh God, but what if he's talking about a different Jisung? That would ruin everything they've managed to build. He's pretty sure there's a Park Jisung on campus, it could be him, it's a common name.
"Ha-hannie."
Well shit.
The hips behind him became more and more insistent. Jisung felt very trapped and unfortunately excited. Minho's hand gripped the front of Jisung's shirt, sliding increasingly closer to Jisung's rapidly hardening dick.
After several flashing panicked thoughts about what might happen if Minho woke up with his hand on Jisung's dick, the boy ripped himself out of his hyung's arms.
Minho's eyes blinked open as this happened and after the few seconds it took to register his predicament, he let out a small scream. He scrambled over to the other side of the bed, so quickly that he tumbled over the edge and landed on the floor with a thud.
"Fuck," Jisung breathed out, running a hand over his face in disbelief.
"Fuck," Minho agreed from his spot on the floor, his voice coming out strained.
"Nice dream?" Jisung clearly made an attempt at cheekiness, but failed as his nerves took over. Minho couldn't see him, but he was picking at his cuticles and gnawing on his lower lip.
Minho didn't even try to defend his honor, only sighing in resignation. He stood up, attempting to look Jisung in the eye, before his gaze settled on his hands. "How bad was it? How bad is it?"
Jisung wished his stupid hard on would leave to make the conversation a little less awkward. He knew that it was obvious and when he saw Minho's eyes flick down, just for a second, he wanted to be buried immediately.
He decided the best course of action would be to deflect the attention away from himself. "Well, do you remember what the dream was about?" He asked, trying and failing at nonchalance.
If Minho looked embarrassed before, now he was downright ashamed. He grabbed at the sheet in front of him, rolling it between his fingers before looking across the bed to Jisung.
"Just tell me what you heard," he sounded impressively bored for the situation at hand. Even his gaze was calculated, guarded. Jisung supposed that skill set came from an unfortunate amount of practice.
"Well you were, you know, and uhm saying or well not exactly saying but uhm, my name?"
"And why was that a question?"
"Well you could have been talking about another Jisung that you know, I guess it's still my name but you know. And also another Hannie, you could have been talking about two different people for all I kno-"
"Shut up Han," Minho interrupted, holding his hand up in frustration. "I don't mind being transparent." This was a lie, he absolutely did mind. "It was you, I was talking about you."
Jisung was highly thrown off by how chill Minho was acting, like he didn't just admit to having, at the very least, one sex dream about him. Maybe he didn't actually think it meant anything, maybe he has random sex dreams about anyone and everyone all the time. If Jisung wanted to be the only one he dreamed about, to be special, the object of Minho's desires, he could tamp that down. He's not special.
"Cool," Jisung responded, because he's an idiot. He continued his ministrations of worrying his lower lip with his teeth and picking at his nails. What the actual fuck. 'Cool'? That's how you respond to people admitting they had raunchy dreams about you while literally humping you. Have you realized that gorgeous man was actually fucking humping you?
"Oh uhm," Jisung continued once he observed that Minho wasn't planning on speaking up. "Yeah I mean it's not like you have to like me or anything. Like, subconsciouses are weird and don't always make sense. Like I have had such illogical dreams about eating blueberries the size of cars and I don't even like blueberries, it can be something like that. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you meant it, but of course you wouldn't because I'm me and all that. And like but some sex dreams make sense, like mine always make sense and sometimes I have them about you so it's nothing to worry about right?"
Minho gaped at the younger boy, just a little. He tried to process and make sense of the rambling, but most of what he understood was blocked out by the fact that Jisung has had sex dreams about him before apparently.
He got onto the bed, crawling towards where Jisung was standing until they were just about a foot away. It was a bit awkward, especially with the palpable tension, but he tried to make it work.
"Sung-ah, you've had sex dreams about me?"
Jisung's eyes widened to saucers, anxiety spiking by the moment. "Did I say that? Are you su-"
He stopped speaking as Minho moved, using one of his hands to break Jisung's apart where he was peeling at the skin on his fingers. He brought his other hand up to Jisung's face, pulling a little on Jisung's lower lip until he freed it from his teeth. He ran his hand tenderly down the boy's face before stopping to cup his cheek.
"You're gonna bleed if you aren't careful Sungie. Seems like you need someone to take care of you, hm?" It could have come out as teasing, and in the past it may have even been patronizing, but now it was nothing short of vulnerable and loving.
Jisung leaned into the touch, blinking slowly down at the other boy who was still kneeling on the bed. "Are you going to take care of me hyungie?" The question came out as a whisper, his voice dry and raw. He looked so open and exposed, so susceptible to harm if Minho turned him down. His wide eyes were already brimmed with tears, for reasons that neither of them fully understood.
Minho took the hand that was still in Jisung's and brought it to hold the back of Jisung's neck. He moved even closer, so close he could see every divet and imperfection on his face.
"Are you okay?" He searched the younger boy's eyes for an answer. Jisung opened his mouth but offered no response. Minho shifted so that he was just a breath away and Jisung could feel his hot exhales on his lips. "Is this okay?" Minho muttered, not wanting to overwhelm Jisung or do anything undiscussed.
"Please," Jisung breathed out, and that was all it took for Minho to move ever so slightly forward to bridge the gap.
When their lips brushed, it was sweet and gentle. The mood matched the early morning, it was domestic and very unlike the tense atmosphere that preceded it. Their lips moved slowly and lazily against each other's. The position of Minho kneeling on the bed while Jisung stood next to it was a little uncomfortable, but neither seemed to mind too much. Minho soothed his tongue over Jisung's damaged lower lip, drawing a whine out of the boy before proceeding to pull away.
The things I would do to hear more of those sounds.
When he pulled away, his hands gentle in cradling either side of Jisung's face, the boy was looking at him like he hung the stars himself and all just for Jisung. His eyes were as wide as ever and downright sparkling. Fuck, did I do that?
"Hi," Jisung murmured, all too sweetly, shyly trying to hide his grin. Minho breathed in, and paused like he was trying to capture the moment before pulling a faux disgusted face. "Hm, gross," he teased, pushing Jisung's face to the side lightly with one of his palms. They just stared at each other for several sickeningly affectionate seconds before Jisung spoke up.
"What now?" He muttered against the top of the other boy's head as Minho nosed gently along his neck.
"Whatever you want," he replied easily, his breath tickling Jisung's skin. Jisung ran his hands up Minho's back until they were entangled in his hair, moving his head so that he could watch Minho's face.
"And if I want you to want me?"
"I think that can be arranged." Minho pressed their lips together again, both of them smiling into it.
Minho crawled off the bed and looped his arms around Jisung's waist, running them over it and gripping at the sides. "Fuck," he murmured to himself, not even seeming to realize he was speaking out loud.
"Yeah?" Jisung smirked, rocking forward. "What are we going to do?" He asked teasingly. Minho pushed him off, but made sure to keep their pinkies linked.
"I'm going to go take a shower-"
"-a cold shower?"
"A regular shower, you fiend, look at me, I'm fine." Jisung did look, he looked Minho up and down long and hard. He was, in fact, fine, boner no longer visible in his pants.
"And you," he continued once he was satisfied with Jisung's taking him in, bopping him on the nose. "Are more than welcome to join me."
Jisung's eyes lit up and he looked at the other boy excitedly.
"Really?"
"Just.. you know…" Minho looked at him seriously, face tense. "My body has seen a lot, so don't freak out or anything."
"Of course."
"And we're going in just to shower, not for other reasons." Jisung grinned at that, tugging Minho back into his embrace.
"You have such little faith in me," he whispered into Minho's ear. He swore he could feel Minho rolling his eyes. "Yeah I wonder why," he griped back.
Jisung pouted. "Kisses at least?" He batted his eyelashes. "Maybe if you behave," Minho responded, dragging Jisung into the bathroom.
~
The first time they went out with their friends and were asked how they got together, the two looked at each other, panicked. Jisung's eyes were teasing and so Minho launched into an elaborate lie (that had nothing to do with sex dreams) before Jisung could speak up and embarrass him. The story didn't seem to make much sense to Jisung, who was cackling through it, but hopefully at least one of their friends bought it.
When Felix found out that they got together because of his scheme, he was delighted. And when Chan was asked about the orgy, he turned red and didn't deny. This started up a whole chorus of screaming and questioning, and soon everyone had forgotten all about drilling the new couple (who were also shouting) in favor of torturing Chan over his scandalous escapades.
Amidst the chaos, Jisung reached over and linked their pinkies under the table, and for the first time in his life Minho realized just how much happiness he could hold.