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Jisung likes kissing Minho. Kissing Minho feels nice, and exciting, and leaves Jisung all tingly. So Jisung likes kissing Minho.
Before he knew what it felt like kissing Minho, he already thought about it. In his defence, Minho was a pretty handsome guy, with a nice body, a nice face, and an awesome personality. So, yeah. Jisung thought about him, and kissing him, and doing other things with him. And then Minho had confessed, with an annoying smirk on his face, because apparently it was hard to ignore Jisung’s ‘blatant staring and drooling and obvious crushing’. If Jisung hadn’t been so ecstatic about the idea that his crush liked him back, he would have been offended. As it was, he simply whined something about Minho being too handsome and pouted, gesturing towards Minho’s lips to get his message through.
His first kiss with Minho was awkward and weird, because it was, actually, Jisung’s first kiss. Minho didn’t seem to mind, though, and told Jisung to just relax and go with the flow before kissing him again. From then on, kissing Minho only got better.
So Jisung was happy. He got to cuddle with Minho and have cute little dates – inside the dorms, because the world was a shitty place – and kiss him. He was happy. There was only one little thing bothering him.
Jisung didn’t quite know how he could say this without making Minho angry or sad or upset. He, himself, was a bit upset about it, because it just… didn’t make sense. The thing is, Jisung was a touchy person. He showed affection through touch, and connected with people through that. And so he wasn’t too surprised when he caught himself wanting to kiss the other members.
The first time it happened, he panicked a bit. Chan had just been writing quietly by his side, and he seemed a bit down, a bit sad. Jisung didn’t like seeing his friends sad. He felt his own eyes widen when the first thing that crossed his mind to make Chan not sad was to kiss him. He had quickly excused himself, and then later had gone back and cuddled Chan until the older was smiling again. But the idea of kissing Chan never left his mind.
So, maybe he panicked because maybe, just maybe, he used to have a crush on Chan. He quickly noticed that wasn’t the case, though, when Changbin showed up in his room frustrated about his whole situation with Felix and Hyunjin and Jisung caught himself leaning in to kiss the boy on the lips, as if that was normal. He luckily managed to notice in time, only kissing Changbin’s head – which already earned him a raised eyebrow – and telling him they would figure it out sooner or later.
And so it continued. Jisung didn’t understand why he felt that urge. He was happy with Minho, and he definitely didn’t like the others the same way he liked his boyfriend. So why was it that he kept wanting to kiss them? The whole issue was making him frustrated.
Things came to a head when Jisung found Chan crying in his room. The others were out eating, and Chan had told them to go without him, since he was feeling a bit sick. No one thought twice about it, wishing the boy well and leaving. Not Jisung. Jisung knew Chan too well. And so he wasn’t even slightly surprised when he re-entered the dorms five minutes after leaving to find Chan in his bed, crying.
He hadn’t said anything. He simply sat down next to the boy and hugged him, and let Chan cry, because sometimes crying is necessary. It lets things out and renews everything. Yes, sometimes crying is good.
Once Chan did stop crying he leaned back, giving Jisung a soft smile.
“I guess I can’t fool you, hum?”
He said. Jisung pouted.
“Please don’t hide your struggles from us, hyungie.”
He said, and without thinking leaned in and gave Chan the lightest little peck on the lips.
It took both of them a few seconds to process what had happened, but as soon as they did their eyes widened.
“What…?”
Started Chan, but Jisung was already panicking.
“Shit. Oh god, hyung, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean… fuck, Minho hyung will kill me. Fuck why is this… why am I…?”
His rant was interrupted by Chan hugging him. His arms were strong and his smell was familiar, and Jisung managed to calm down a little bit.
“Are you ok?” Chan asked, after a while. Jisung nodded. Chan let him go. “Ok, now explain to me what just happened, please. Cause I know you love Minho and only Minho, Sungie. And I know you would never cheat on him or anyone else.”
Jisung sighed.
“I… it’s not… it’s not supposed to be romantic.” He tried to explain, but even he didn’t know what this whole thing was. “I just… sometimes I want to kiss my friends. Platonically. If… if that’s even a thing. I don’t know, hyung, I just so fucking confused. This is wrong, I know.”
At that, Chan spoke up.
“Hey. It’s not wrong, Sungie. There’s nothing wrong with that. There is nothing inherently sexual or romantic about kissing. Of course it can be platonic.”
Jisung looked at the older.
“A-are you sure?”
He asked. Chan smiled that cute dimpled smile of his nodded.
“Yes, baby, I’m sure.”
He said. Jisung sighed.
“But… but Minho hyung.”
He said, suddenly tired of this whole thing. Chan hummed.
“Well, you do need to talk to him. Be honest with him, Sungie. You know Min is open-minded. And after you talk to Minho hyung and solve this you can kiss me whenever you want to. Ok?”
Jisung smiled slightly. He didn’t know how he ended up with Chan in his life, but he was so, so grateful. He wanted to kiss the boy again, but he didn’t. He had to solve things first.
Turns out, Jisung needn’t have worried. Minho’s only response to his stuttering confession had been a soft smile.
“Sungie, you should have told me you felt like that.”
He said, pulling the boy into a hug. Jisung immediately clung to him like a koala to a tree.
“Was scared you would leave me.”
He mumbled. He felt a pair of lips press against the top of his head, smiling at the comfort the touch brought.
“Sungie, I would never leave you because of something like this. I know you, baby. I know you find comfort and safety through touch. I know you need this. So do whatever you need. As long as you are honest with me, I don’t mind.”
Jisung smiled and looked up, pressing a kiss to Minho’s lips before deepening it.
“This one is just for you, hyung.”
He mumbled. Minho smiled and kissed him back.