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“I call first dibs on the shower,” Seungmin shouts out right as he crosses the threshold into the dorms.
“What why?? I have colored hair spray on and it’s ruining my shirt,” Minho chides, filing into the room after everyone else. He feels way too tired to be dealing with the boy’s sudden sugar rush. It was a bad idea to have let him get dessert after they went out to eat.
“Oh let me join,” Hyunjin calls after Seungmin.
“Not tonight,” Seungmin winks, leaving in the direction of the bathroom.
Minho cringes, he could have gone his whole life without the sudden thought of Seungmin and Hyunjin in the shower together. He sighs, kicking off his shoes and putting them next to the door along the seven other pairs.
“Ugh they put so much black spray in my hair today,” Jisung whines, falling onto the couch in the middle of the room. Minho can see flakes of colored hairspray fall onto the sofa. If it stains, it’ll be a pain to try and get out.
“Don’t get that stuff on the couch, we’re still renting it,” he says, grabbing something from the kitchen.
“But I’m tired and my legs hurt from standing all day,” Jisung turns to Minho, a cute pout on his face that he knows Minho is weak for.
Minho sighs, approaching the younger, “at least use this,” he says, holding out a kitchen towel to put behind his head. But instead, Jisung lifts his head slightly, indicating he wants Minho to place it behind him. Minho rolls his eyes, Jisung’s lucky he loves him else he’d throw the towel at his face. Minho is leaning over to lay the towel down when suddenly he feels a pair of arms wrap around his neck and pull him forwards. The move was supposed to be more playful but Minho was caught off guard and knees Jisung in between the legs.
Jisung shrieks in pain.
“That’s what you get for pulling something like that,” Minho teases, getting back up. He does however feel incredibly awful that he accidentally kneed his boyfriend in the dick. “Are you ok,” Minho asks after he sees the pained look on Jisung’s face.
“I was trying to be cute,” Jisung says, visible tears building in the corner of his eyes. He looks up at Minho, his big doe eyes staring straight into his soul, and stretches his arms out - making grabby hands at Minho who was a little too out of reach for Jisung’s liking.
Minho, having a weak spot for the younger, complies. Minho climbs into the younger’s lap, something they found they like to do when it’s just the two of them. Minho places his hands around Jisung’s neck while Jisung’s arms wrap around his waist. For a second, they just stare at each other, the warm soft light in the room makes Jisung’s skin glow even more golden than usual. Minho tucks his head into the crook of Jisung’s neck, sighing as he takes in the smell of him.
Jisung’s arms brush lightly up and down his back, smoothing out the back of his shirt that had ridden up. One of his hands made its way to Minho’s head, combing through the spray colored hairs. “Rough day baby?” Jisung asks, his voice a little above a whisper.
Minho hums.
He can feel himself getting sleepy. It’s not his fault when he often tucks into Jisung’s neck when they nap together. He likes the smell of Jisung and his body must be thinking it’s nap time.
Jisung turns his head to place a light kiss on Minho’s temple, a place where he knows his boyfriend gets headaches. He massages his head too, fingers grazing over his scalp the way he likes it. Jisung teases Minho saying he’s a total cat, besides the purring part, but then when Minho complains, Jisung teases him saying his whines are like him purring. It always ends with a pouty Minho, a fond Jisung, and many kisses between them to make up.
“You’re hand is going to be pitch black you know,” he says into Jisung’s neck. It tickles the latter and he giggles. Minho would listen to Jisung giggling forever if he could.
“You’re telling me your hair isn’t this color?” He teases. “You know, a little birdie told me your hair is blonde,” he says, booping Minho on the nose.
It makes him scrunch, “and where did you hear such a rumor?”
“Stays are quite perceptive,” he stops stroking Minho’s head, he looks at his hand. The tips of his fingers are indeed a dark soot color. He smiles, placing it comfortably on Minho’s neck.
“Really? Because I think I’m doing a great job at hiding it’s color.”
Jisung snorts into a laugh, “you mean the bucket hat and your Instagram picture?”
“Hey,” Minho lifts his head from Jisung’s shoulder, “I did an exceptional job on the Instagram picture,” he says, hitting Jisung on the chest.
Jisung giggles, that same giggle Minho loves all too much. He leans forward to peck Minho on the lips, “you’re too cute when whining.”
“You were the one whining not more than 5 minutes ago,” Minho says before leaning in to show Jisung a real kiss.
“Maybe I should whine some more if you kiss me like that.” Minho watches as Jisung’s face breaks into a wide grin, his heart shaped smile taking form. If it wasn’t for Jisung’s implication, he might have spared him in another kiss.
Minho was sending the younger one a piercing glare when Seungmin came into the room to tell Minho the show was free. Minho hears, “not lovey-dovey my ass,” as Seungmin leaves the room.
He turns to Jisung who now smiles adoringly at Minho, his eyes soft, trailing over Minho’s facial features.
“Want to come with me?” Minho offers, playing with the hairs at the base of Jisung’s neck. He watches as his eyes widen in excitement, his heart smile returning.
“Really? You’d let me?” He says as if he didn’t just hear Minho seconds ago.
“I just asked that, don't I?” Now it’s Minho’s turn to tease Jisung, placing a quick kiss to Jisung’s dumbfounded face.
“I just want to make sure you actually meant it,” Jisung whines, chasing Minho’s lips for more kisses.
If Minho wasn’t himself he’d think Jisung is touched deprived with the way he chases after him. But Minho knows the younger isn’t short of affection, he wouldn’t let it happen. He leans to brush his nose with Jisung. He watches as Jisung closes his eyes, a loving smile ghosts his face as he rubs his nose against his.
“Who’s the cat now?”
Jisung is about to say something back when Seungmin’s voice calls out from his room, “you better go now before I give the shower to Changbin.”
“We’re going,” Jisung says, moving to place his arms under Minho’s butt. He stands up with Minho in his arms, clutching for his life.
Minho knew Jisung had been working out more but shit, he wasn’t expecting this.
Jisung made his way to the bathroom from there, Minho in tow in his arms.
“ We? ” Minho hears Hyunjin’s voice from his room, “they get to shower together?” Minho chuckles at the thought of Hyunjin’s betrayed face at Seungmin.
Jisung eventually lets Minho down so he can turn on the shower. Minho stares at the back of his head, faint blonde hairs peek through the many black ones. Minho was caught off guard when Jisung began taking off his clothes immediately after. He quickly turns around, averting his eyes.
“Hm?, are you ok Min?” Jisung asks.
“Yeah, I was just surprised.” Even though they’ve been dating for a few months, Minho still gets butterflies when Jisung gets intimate with Minho. Sure they’ve been friends for years, and a bare chested Jisung is nothing new, but now that they’re dating, every time he sees Jisung, it’s in a new light. One that is so lovely, almost as lovely as Jisung himself.
Jisung approaches him, “I can leave if you want,” Jisung says, ready to wrap himself in a towel hanging on the door. Minho doesn’t miss the slight sadness in his voice. He definitely doesn’t want Jisung to leave.
“I’m fine, I promise. I just…” Minho doesn’t want to confess how enamored he is. Jisung is aware of Minho’s feelings, they’ve been boyfriends for a few months, but he doesn’t want to freak him out. He realizes he has to say something because Jisung’s eyes shift back and forth between Minho’s, trying to figure out what he’s going to say next.
“I was flustered that's all,” Minho decides to be honest. He knows Jisung would never tease him for being vulnerable, as much as he likes to tease him. “I didn’t expect you to be so confident in stripping infront of me,” Minho leans his head on Jisung’s shoulder so as not to look him in the eyes. The plan backfired because he looked down Jisung’s bare chest, a full on six-pack in full view below him.
Jisung places his arms on Minho’s back, running his hands up and down. “I still get flustered too, but it’s you so I know I’m fine. My heart is at ease when I’m with you.”
Minho lifts his head to look at Jisung who smiles softly at him. “Please stay,” Minho says.
“Of course.” Jisung touches his cheek to Minho to give him a side air kiss.
“Umm what was that? Give me a real one,” Minho demands. It makes Jisung laugh and in no time he leans forward to give him a real one.
“I’ll get in first, I think we’re wasting water at this point,” Jisung says embarrassed. He takes off his pants while Minho begins taking off his shirt. By the time he gets his shirt off his head, Jisung is in the shower.
When Minho steps in, the hot water on his aching muscles feels incredible. He’d been sore lately from their kingdom training and even if they aren’t training as intensely, Minho can still feel the lingering pains from the hours in the practice room.
“Turn around,” Jisung says, grabbing the shampoo bottle from the wrack nearby. Minho was ready to tell Jisung he could do his own hair, but seeing how eager Jisung was to take care of him made his heart soar and he’s not evil enough to deny Jisung pampering him.
As the suds from the shampoo washes out of his hair, the dark pigment did too. The white polished bathtub is stained with black. Jisung takes the conditioner Minho usually uses and squirts some into his hand. He massages it onto Minho’s head, noting how Minho would lean back into his touch. It made him giggle.
Minho did the same, he put shampoo in Jisung’s fading black hair and watched as the dark color washed away. He tugged to the hairs to release them from the dark coat of spray that clung to them. Jisung tilts his head back all the way, he’s now staring at Minho upside down. Minho never thought he’d find himself in this situation and did what any sane person would do if their boyfriend bent backwards at them, he kissed Jisung. He didn’t miss the large smile that appeared on the younger’s face and he didn’t miss when Jisung started reaching back with his arms to pull him in for more kisses. But the floor is slippery and Jisung failed to get to Minho before he started to slip and fall, luckily Minho catches him; somehow stabling them both.
“Are you ok?” Minho asks, he has one arm around Jisung’s waist, and another holding his head as if, in the event they did fall, he would have protected it.
“Yes,” Jisung replies breathlessly, as if his life flashed before his eyes. “I knew you’d catch me,” he grins at Minho.
“What how? No you didn’t,” Minho pokes Jisung on the cheek.
“I lived, didn't I?” Jisung says trying to prove a point.
“This isn’t for debate,” Minho huffs, brushing the wet locks out of Jisung’s face, exposing his forehead. Wrong move, his heart was a sputtering mess seeing Jisung wet-haired, and bare forehead. He must have visibly choked because Jisung started laughing at this dumbfounded face.
“That’s enough shower fun for tonight, we should get out before we break our heads,” Minho says.
Jisung is in his room, in his pajamas, and laying in bed on his phone, a very exciting youtube video holding his attention. He hears a faint knock on the door.
“Innie you can just come in,” he says thinking it’s the maknae knocking to come into his own room. But it wasn’t. Jisung is delighted to see his boyfriend crawling towards his bed, bare-face and obviously tired.
“Hey baby!” Jisung says enthusiastically, already moving to the far side of the bed to make room for the older. Minho grunts in response, one that Jisung has deciphered to mean “hi.” Or it means “shut up I’m tired,” and at the same time “I adore you, I love you to the moon and back,” they meant a lot of things Jisung decides.
Minho crawls into bed with Jisung, immediately slinging his leg over the younger one and nuzzling into his neck like he does when they nap. Jisung hugs him back, bringing his hands to the back of his head and running his fingers through the slightly damped locks. Minho’s hair is soft, despite being recently bleached. He leans down and smells the fruit shampoo he used on him earlier that night.
“You sleepy?” Jisung whispers close to Minho. He nods but barely, Jisung could barely tell. He smiles down at his boyfriend, brushing the fluffy hairs out of his face so he can see his sharp features. He leans down and kisses his nose, his forehead, and the top of his head in a line. He takes out the headphones near his bed and plugs it into his phone. He continues to play the youtube video, but now with a comfortable weight over the right side of him. He snuggles closer to Minho as his rhythmic breathing brushes along his neck, eventually lulling him to sleep.
And if in the morning, Jisung wakes before Minho and stares at his beautifully blonde hair, touching the ends to make sure they're real, that’s for him to know and for Stays to find out.