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"Jisung, you're shaking," Chan points out worriedly, staring down at their interlocked fingers, Monopoly tucked under his arm and a bag of tortilla chips in his free hand.
"I know," Jisung mumbles as they walk down an empty street. The wind is merciless against his bare arms as well, sending strong chills through him, but Chan can't know that. He and Jisung had a ten-minute argument before leaving home about the muscle shirt he chose to wear, so the younger has now pridefully lost the privilege of asking for Chan's jacket.
"Nervous?" Chan asks, pushing open the door to a modern-styled apartment lobby. It's very bright, whites and beiges making up a majority of the decor, and very angular. Jisung feels like he'd cut himself if he slid a finger across the edge of the reception desk.
"Incredibly."
Still holding Jisung's hand, Chan nods to a security guard, who waves back good-naturedly (because of course they would – it's Chan). "Don't be, Sung. Minho's really nice. I'm sure you guys will get along in no time," he says, pressing a button on the wall for the elevator. It arrives promptly.
Jisung begins to shake even more, Chan pulling him into his side. "He seems well off," he mutters once the elevator starts moving up.
Chan snorts. "Hyunjin's his roommate."
"Never mind."
Chan ruffles the hair Jisung spent twenty minutes worrying over, the blue-haired boy chomping down on his shoulder in retaliation. "Ow!"
"Well-deserved, Christopher Bang. Well-deserved." Jisung huffs, crossing his arms. Chan watched Jisung do his hair for those twenty minutes.
"Yeah?" Chan asks, mirthful as he pinches Jisung's nearest cheek, pulling until the latter calls truce. Both giggling, he pushes Jisung's head onto his shoulder, shaking his own in slight dismay. "Wealth does not determine whether someone should or shouldn't like you, Sung."
It's the biggest lie of the century, but Jisung appreciates Chan's efforts, so all he retorts is, "I didn't say that."
"You were going to."
"Touché."
The elevator opens and they step out into a corridor that Chan expertly navigates. "How about you forget status and his seniority for tonight, Sung."
" So all the things Felix has been using to run away from his problems?"
"Exactly." Chan knocks on a door Jisung hopes is the right one. "Forget about all that. Look at Minho like he's just another walking meat sack and enjoy yourself."
Jisung hates how good Chan is at calming him down. The shaking is more or less gone and, even if it's just for a moment, he's genuinely happy that Minho invited him.
"Hey," Jeongin greets, standing to the side to let Chan and Jisung in, Felix and Seungmin sat talking on the couch.
"Hi." Jisung nods to Jeongin and waves at his other friends, Chan pushing the bag of tortilla chips into his hands so he can go tackle a very unwilling Seungmin, Felix giggling at the other boy’s protests until he sees what Jisung is wearing.
"Oh my goodness!" Felix crosses the room in record time and sweeps Jisung into his arms. "Why do you hate yourself, Ji?"
The other boy hugs Felix close to steal as much of his warmth as possible. The nervous shaking is gone, yes, but it'll take minutes for Jisung to properly dethaw. He laughs. "I don't hate myself, Lix."
Felix tsks like a disappointed mother, stepping back to give him a once over. "You're wearing a muscle shirt in November."
"Trying to prove a point."
"Are you failing?"
"Yeah," Jisung grumbles, rolling his eyes when he catches Chan smirking at him over Seungmin's flailing shoulders.
“I'll be right back.” Felix spins away, skipping towards a corridor. " Minho ," he chirps loudly, "Jisung's borrowing one of your jackets!"
"What?" Minho shouts from somewhere in the house, his voice strained and distracted like he's fighting or something.
"Thank me later, whore!"
While Minho pauses to probably think, there's a worrying crash before he sighs, "Fine!"
"Did Felix just curse?" Changbin asks, walking out of the kitchen with a cute pastel apron on. Jisung doesn’t know why he’s surprised by the sight. It’s very much a Changbin thing to walk out in a frilly, pastel pink apron with biceps almost the size of Jisung’s head straining as the older boy rests his hands on his hips.
"When does he not?" Jisung replies, still awkwardly standing in the middle of the open-plan room with the bag of tortilla chips. For someone so… Felix, he curses like it's a requirement. He's especially creative when gaming. Just today, Jisung had to listen to him say an array of things in both English and Korean, his favourite being Felix screaming 'shut your damn mouth, muggle-blood mouth breather' to a teammate on League at the top of his lungs.
Changbin stares at Jisung like his hair's just magically reverted to black. " What ?"
"Ow! Ow! You son of a bitch!" Hyunjin screeches as Minho drags him out of a room by his hair.
" Minho ," Seungmin warns, now nestled comfortably into Chan’s side.
"Yeah?" Minho smiles maniacally at him, tugging harder until he spots blue hair in his peripheral vision. He freezes, his and Jisung's eyes meeting.
Jisung is immediately and absolutely entranced by the older. Worried for Hyunjin, sure, but still completely entranced. Minho's got on a big pullover hoodie that makes him look annoyingly huggable with sweatpants that fit him so perfectly it should be a sin. He's also got two awful pom-pom-like ponytails in his hair and a sharpied on moustache (most definitely Hyunjin's work) that Jisung can overlook for now because wow.
And Minho's got it just as bad. Jisung's hot, really hot. The muscle shirt is a questionable choice for early November, but Minho can't possibly complain when Jisung looks so insanely attractive in it. Not to mention the ripped skinny jeans that hug him in all the right places and the silver piercings that litter his ears. Minho lets go of Hyunjin's hair, still staring, "I swear I'm not a psycho."
"He's lying," Hyunjin responds, pulling his brown hair into a ponytail with deft fingers.
Jisung laughs as Minho and Hyunjin argue some more, deciding to break it up when Hyunjin pulls out his sharpie and Minho goes for his hair in response. "Where do I put this?" He finally asks, raising the bag of tortilla chips into view. With a fistful of Hyunjin’s hair, Minho stares at Jisung again until Hyunjin puts away the sharpie and pushes him in Jisung's direction.
Minho glares at him over his shoulder before turning and giving a disconcertingly friendly smile to Jisung. "Come with me, angel."
"Okay!" Jisung squeaks, Hyunjin laughing at him (sadly) out of punching range. He follows Minho to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway when he spots a furry, uncaring creature sat on the counter. "Is that a cat ?" Jisung exclaims, scared to try petting it. Changbin snorts at him in his stupidly cute apron, taking the tortilla chips from an all but frozen Jisung to dump into a bowl.
" No , it's an orange baby hippo," Hyunjin snarks, walking past him and into the kitchen, going straight for a platter of vegetables while Minho is hunched over the sink, scrubbing at his 'moustache'.
"Shut up, baby bitch."
Hyunjin twirls around, a celery stick resting between his lips like a cigarette. He points a finger at Jisung, his eyes narrowed, "That's giant bitch to you, short stack."
"I'm not short!"
"The dozens of platform sneakers you own say otherwise."
Jisung doesn't have a comeback to that so he intelligently retorts, "Bitch." And Hyunjin simply blows him a kiss before walking back to the living room with a handful of baby carrots.
Huffing, Jisung graciously leaves it at that. He's now a man on a mission, you see, because forget getting closer to fellow walking meat sack Minho. Sure, he embarrassed himself for this boy, ran away from him for half a week and further embarrassed himself when Minho tracked him down, but none of that matters now. Jisung must befriend this cat. Right now. So, while it eats, he slowly stalks up to it, stopping at the cat's side to crouch down and pet its soft orange fur. "My name is Jisung," he whispers to the cat, Minho and Changbin chatting off to the side. "You're very cute. Maybe even cuter than Innie, though that's practically impossible."
"I have two more," Minho chimes in. Mortified, Jisung looks up at him, the older boy leaning back against a counter with an amused smile on his face, Changbin now moving around the kitchen, humming to himself to probably tune them out.
Jisung puts his head down, focusing on petting the cat. He hates how easily Minho’s stupid smile turns him to putty. "How are you allowed that many?"
"I'm not allowed any."
"What's its name?"
"Soonie."
Jisung sighs, scratching lightly at where Soonie's tail meets their back. "What is wrong with our friend group, huh, Soonie?" Jisung whispers loud enough for Minho to hear. "I've just met your owner and I'm already an accomplice to his mindless crimes."
"My cat crimes are not mindless," Minho objects, a hand pressed over his heart in played-up offense. "With a roommate like Hyunjin, I need them to keep my sanity."
"I can hear you!" Said boy shouts.
"Good!" Minho yells back. Jisung shakes his head, letting Soonie bat at a random toy he found on the ground. Minho and Hyunjin's fighting was just as bad, if not worse, than his and Hyunjin's stupid squabbles.
" Jisung ," Felix sings, skipping in with an emerald green hoodie and a suspicious grin on his face.
“Oh. Thanks, Lix.” Jisung turns away from Soonie just long enough for his best friend to hand over the jacket. Then Felix is leaving as quickly as he came, skipping out while checking his buzzing phone.
After, Jisung has to hold back from smiling at the subsequential existential crisis Changbin is having in a corner. He’s gnawing on his bottom lip, muttering to himself, feet shuffling anxiously when he finishes dicing up some fruit and stares down at it like it’s personally disrespected him. “I shouldn’t,” he whispers.
“You most definitely should,” Minho responds enthusiastically to the very rhetorical question. Meanwhile, Jisung starts to tackle slipping the hoodie on and balancing enough to not fall on his ass in the process so he looks like he’s not paying full attention to the conversation.
Just as he’s got his head through the neck hole Changbin lifts his own, wringing his hands. “But what if-”
“What’s the worst that can happen at this point, Binnie? Honestly and truly?”
Changbin seems to consider this, finally giving in to whatever could possibly be bothering him after more humming and hawing. Suddenly determined, he tosses the diced-up fruit into a platter, washes off his knife and corresponding chopping board and leaves. From that display alone, Jisung has to admit that Minho’s pot-stirring abilities are truly commendable.
And on a very tangentially related note, Jisung has successfully put on Minho’s hoodie with little to no humiliation involved... or he really hopes so at least. Especially when he catches Minho's eyes trained on him as he adjusts the drawstrings on the hood.
"You're staring," he says, peering up at Minho, who continues to do as said unabashedly until he remembers to respond.
"You’re pretty."
Jisung looks away, cheeks warming at the sudden compliment. "Thanks."
"Welcome.” Smiling, Minho picks up a tray and nods to another.” Help me?"
"Okay," Jisung says, petting Soonie one last time before moving to Minho's side and picking up a platter.
"Wanna team up for the games?" Minho asks as they walk out.
Jisung has to stop himself from agreeing instantly, "Are you a worthy partner?"
"I can beat all of our friends on even my worst days," Minho supplies, smug. Jisung should roll his eyes at that, make Minho work a little harder to impress him, but he just can’t find it in himself to do so now. The small smirk that Minho wears definitely plays a part in this, making Jisung's already pitiful excuse of a 'hard-to-get' act crumble significantly.
Be strong, Han , he coaches himself as Minho lists all the games he regularly beats their friends at, don’t make a fool of yourself.
"I suppose that’s quite impressive.” He shrugs. "I guess I’ll have to see first hand then make a decision." They put the trays down on the coffee table, everyone watching them interact out the corner of their eyes.
“Is that a yes?”
“Provisionally, Mr Lee.”
Minho’s lips pull into that little smirk again ( be strong, be strong, be strong, be strong –). "Why thank you , Mr Han," he teases in a posh accent, taking Jisung’s hand and doing a dramatic bow. Jisung rolls his eyes this time, using the hand already in Minho’s grasp to pull the older towards the couch where they all decide on their first game of the night, starting it promptly, not waiting on Felix and Changbin.
Mum <3 : how are you?
Lixie : i'm fine~
Lixie : hanging out with friends
Mum <3 : ah don't drink too much
Lixie : i don't drink mum
Mum <3 : you don't have to lie sweetheart <3
Lixie : …i won't i promise.
Mum <3 : hehe okay
Mum <3 : oh and tell changbin-ah i said hi!
Lixie : mummmm
Felix smiles as he waits for his mom's reply. He misses her. He misses everyone back at home honestly. He was so busy in his first year that his summer vacation spent in Australia ended up being a mere two weeks out of the two months they were given. So, he can't wait for winter break, eager for warm weather, his childhood home and beach days instead of studying in the freezing temperatures of Seoul's unforgiving winter.
Tapping impatiently at the back of his phone, Felix glances through the glass of the balcony's sliding door, observing as Chan annoys a stone-faced Seungmin on the couch and Hyunjin hangs off of Jeongin, the pair talking amongst themselves on the love seat.
Even though his nose and fingers are starting to tingle with numbness, he can't bring himself to go in just yet. Chatting with Hyunjin or Seungmin while Changbin helped Minho in the kitchen, searching for the perfect jacket for Jisung and now texting his mom had stalled enough time for him, but he was running out of options. He has run out of options because, knowing his friends, they'll be starting the first game very soon and Felix will have to sit just feet away from Changbin.
Then, it's just a matter of time before one of them breaks and things change permanently for better or for worse.
Lixie : so how is everything at home??
W hile Felix's mom is busy recounting her week, the balcony door slides open and closed behind him. He doesn't pay it much mind, figuring it's probably just Jisung or Hyunjin coming to whine about some 'injustice' done against them by Jeongin or Seungmin or even Minho.
"Hey."
Felix almost drops his phone over the railing he's leaned against. Oh no. Hands shaking, he shoots a quick text to his mom that he's going back inside before pocketing his phone just in case Changbin decides to further scare the shit out of him. They're on the eighth floor. Felix's phone would not survive the drop.
"You busy?" Changbin asks.
Mum <3 : okay sweetheart
Mum <3 : stay safe!
Mum <3 : text me later!!!
Each text notification rings out like the knell of a funeral bell. Felix can't run anymore. Time's up.
"No. What’s up?" Felix asks as though he doesn’t have his hands clenched into fists to fight off both the cold and the nerves that have been bubbling up in him all evening.
"I’ve been meaning to ask..." Changbin starts, shuffling over to Felix's side to lean against the railing as well, slow and calculated like a hunter dealing with skittish prey. Felix peers down at the lawn below them. "Um, do you hate me, Felix?"
If Felix had been drinking something right now, he would have done a perfect spit take. Instead, his head whips in Changbin's direction and he exclaims, "What?" There is no possible scenario or parallel universe where Felix has even the ability to hate Changbin. So, it’s absolutely wild to him that the older would even entertain that thought in his beautiful, big, complex, worthwhile brain. "No, no,” Felix says hurriedly, “I don’t hate you at all, Binnie. I could never. I just…"
"You just?"
Felix freezes, mind racing with a concept and reasoning he’s never had to put words to before this moment. He just. That's it. What else could Felix possibly add to that? God forbid he does add something and it makes the situation worse .
Thankfully, like the amazingly in-tune friend he had been before all this, Changbin catches on to the tornado forming in Felix’s head and takes the lead, "You've been running away from me for months now and I just don't get it. Like, was it something I said?"
"Not really..."
"Something I did?"
"Kinda."
"Is it because of that night?"
"Yeah." Felix sighs, staring down at the lawn again. He thought he would've had a few more guesses to prepare at least, but oh well. He shouldn’t have underestimated Changbin's stupidly observant brain.
"I'm sorry, Felix. If I’d had known-"
“Don’t,” he warns, minutely begs, because he doesn’t want Changbin to regret that night. Felix doesn’t even regret that night. He only regrets the fears and angst that surfaced after.
“Sorry.”
“ Changbin ,” Felix says sternly, finally gathering enough courage to really look at said boy. Changbin doesn’t meet his gaze, instead giving Felix a good view of his side profile while he looks out at the city past Minho's apartment. Felix’s frustrations melt away almost instantaneously at the sight. Along with his family and his home, he’s also missed being this close to Changbin, missed being able to see every curve and angle and blemish, appreciating and mapping out each feature every chance he could. "Please don't be sorry," he says softly, taking in the way Changbin’s lips turn down into a slight pout.
"I've missed you, Lix," Changbin whispers, "a lot."
Felix wants to say the same but it gets stuck in his throat, like a piece of tteok that went down horizontally and is struggling to go either up or down. Did he miss Changbin? Did he really miss what they were? Did he miss all the pining and sadness and guilt ? "I hated what we had," he blurts, the piece of tteok sliding down his throat.
"Oh."
"I did miss you," Felix adds quickly, hands gripping the railing. Changbin sounded hurt. He was doing it all wrong, making things worse. The older boy was probably going to go home tonight believing that Felix actually did hate him and didn’t want to be his friend ever again.
“ Yongbok ,” Changbin says firmly, “Take your time . I’m not going anywhere.”
Felix sighs again, putting his head in his hands. He’s seconds away from making a run for the door. This conversation has been just as stressful as he thought it would be and it certainly doesn’t help that every thought he feels a need to express seems to be lost within the tornado in his head. “I’m sorry.” A hand lands on his shoulder, grounding and confining him all the same. Felix closes his eyes, sinking into the feeling when Changbin squeezes his shoulder a few times. “I missed you, Binnie. I missed you so much.”
“So why did you run , Lix?” Changbin asks, hiding his frustration and hurt poorly.
“I-” Felix chokes on his words, squeezing his eyes shut. Why did you? Why did you really? God, he must truly hate you now. You can just hear it- “I was scared!" The hand falls from his shoulder and Felix can finally breathe. "I was scared because you're my friend and I knew you were fine with that but I'm not and maybe I've never been, but I don't really know because you never fail to confuse me. I like you, Changbin. A lot. I have for a long time and I’m sorry and I’m scared and..." Felix lets out a shaky breath, hands falling from his face as tears start to gather at the corners of his eyes.
“Felix,” Changbin calls, gentle, as though he’s hiding a gun behind his back, readying to put a bullet through the younger’s heart when Felix finally feels safe. Fingers press at his jaw lightly, moving his head to face Changbin’s tender gaze. “Does Chan or Jisung know all this?”
Felix looks down at the minimal space between them, shaking his head. “They know I like you. They don’t know why I've been running from you. I didn’t tell them.” Felix blinks away the tears that threaten to fall as he remembers the past few months: the running, the fear, the sadness. He’s tired of it all, can’t begin to grasp how much it probably affected Changbin as well. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, Lix.” Changbin lets go of his jaw to cup both sides of his face, pressing their foreheads together as he runs his thumbs over the freckles splattered across Felix’s cheeks. “You were scared and didn’t know who to talk to and did what you thought was your only option. Was it the best option?”
Felix sniffles, laughing as he croaks, “No.”
“And are we going to find a better option?”
“Yeah.” Felix places a hand over one of Changbin’s, holding back a shiver at the cold silver of the many rings on the older’s fingers.
“God, I've missed you," Changbin breathes, closing his eyes when he sees Felix has too.
"I'm sorry, Binnie."
“It’s okay.”
"But-"
“No.”
“ But -” Changbin shuts him up with a kiss. Felix dies on site, brain malfunctioning just long enough to psych the older boy out. Changbin starts to pull away before Felix finally reboots and responds to the kiss, hands twisting into the collar of the other boy’s shirt.
It's heaven. Just what Felix remembers and just what he's always wanted and, God, does he not want it to end. He’s addicted to the way their lips dance together, the way Changbin lets out little content sighs between every other press of their lips or cups Felix's face like he's trying to hold a cactus without gloves.
When they finally pull apart, both breathless, Felix is truly at a loss for words. He stumbles back, eyes wide. Changbin won’t meet his gaze, worrying his lip and hovering a hesitant hand in the space between them. It’s like Felix has been teleported to that fateful night months ago, the regret sitting on Changbin’s face tearing a hole through the younger’s chest just like it had the first time, just like Felix had expected it to this time.
He wants to run. So, Felix takes a few more steps back, catching in his peripheral how both Jisung and Hyunjin are hovering at attention by the couch, Chan holding a wrist each and talking them down. "You- when- I- and you- and we-"
"Was that okay?" Changbin’s voice is small, eyes scanning Felix's features like a fear-struck bunny under the hungry gaze of a wolf.
What?
"Was that okay ?" Felix exclaims, hands shooting up into his hair to grip at fistfuls of it.
"Yeah," Changbin says, eyes cast down, wringing his hands anxiously and oh . It’s a complete 180 to the tropical storm inside Felix’s head, soft and nervous and somehow calming. His hands loosen their vice-like grip, falling to his sides as the rest of his body relaxes. For probably the first time in months, his head goes quiet if only for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, Changbin is just as confused and taken by Felix as the younger boy is by him.
Taking a few steps closer, Felix cups Changbin’s face, calling his name gently until Changbin finally meets his eyes and for the nth time that night Felix is confused. He simply can't comprehend how someone so pretty, so wonderful, so out of this world ended up here with him in this situation.
"Can I kiss you again?" Felix asks and Changbin nods lightly, glancing down at his lips.
“Yeah.” And it’s all Felix needs to close the distance.
This time the kiss starts gentle, Felix’s arms winding around Changbin’s neck to keep him close while Changbin holds his hips. Felix can’t tell whether the latter’s hands are shaking from the cold or nerves but finds it adorable either way when Changbin tries to hide it. If it is nerves, though, they quickly die off as the kiss escalates.
It doesn’t take much. All Felix has to do is tug at his bottom lip and Changbin is suddenly pulling him impossibly closer, hands gripping at his hips as Felix winds his fingers through Changbin's freshly dyed brown hair. After that Felix can focus on nothing but the other boy, allowing the older to kiss him silly until his lungs are begging for air.
When they break away, Changbin is blushing, unable to meet Felix's gaze as he tries to blubber out a response. “ Cute, ” Felix coos this time, pinching Changbin’s cold cheek until he swats his hand away, glare holding no bite as Changbin pulls Felix in for another kiss to shut him up. This time he doesn’t hesitate to pin Felix against the balcony railing, leaving a trail of just light enough hickeys along the latter's neck before kissing him again.
"We've got a lot to talk through,” Changbin says against Felix’s lips, smiling when the younger chases his. He pulls back just enough that he’s out of reach, “And you're not running from it this time. Right, Lixie?"
Dazed and desperate, Felix answers, "Yeah, definitely." Changbin laughs at him, kissing away the pout that appears as a result. It brings Felix back to earth, hands creeping under Changbin’s nice fitted t-shirt to rest on his waist, the warmth of his skin contrasting well with the biting chill of the November night air. “How about next weekend?”
“Sure. Over barbecue?”
“It’s a date.” Felix presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Changbin’s mouth before giving him a proper one. "You ready to go inside?"
"If you’re gonna sit with me."
"In your lap?"
"Where else?" Changbin steps back and extends his hand, a lazy smile on his face. Felix doesn't know where the confidence from either of them came from, but he's done questioning it.
Smiling, he takes the offered hand, pulling Changbin back against him. "God, I adore you, Seo Changbin."
They share one more kiss before the older of the two finally drags Felix inside.
• • •
Hours later, the group is halfway through their second movie and Jisung's face is warm with two shots of vodka and half a can of beer. He's squashed into one end of the couch, Felix and Changbin taking up most of it to cuddle. He could care less. He would've voluntarily third-wheeled and invited himself into the cuddle session if he wasn't so preoccupied at the moment.
"You okay there, Ji?"
Jisung hums happily at Chan's mirth-filled question. The blue-haired boy had Soonie at his side, another orange cat on his lap and a grey one serving as a headrest. Jisung is more than okay right now. With Soonie and Doongie (he'd heard Minho say it in passing) near him, both his fidgety hands are kept busy by petting them, leaving all his focus on the movie. It's a good distraction seeing as Minho has been watching him intently off and on, lips quirked in a barely-there smile Jisung catches when their eyes finally meet.
"Never been better," Jisung says to Chan, though his eyes are trained on Minho's.
"Yeah? Can I at least have Soonie back, cat hog?" Minho teases.
Jisung doesn't even hesitate to stick his tongue out like a petulant first grader, scratching at the space between Soonie’s ears. "Sorry, but it’s mine now."
" Yours ?" Minho parrots incredulously, abandoning the beanbag he was sharing with Chan to take the empty spot next to Jisung.
He's close. So close that Jisung can pick out each fragrance that makes up Minho's cologne; count each eyelash, mole and beauty mark; trace the curve of his nose; admire the pretty pink colour of his lips; despise the condescending arch of his brow.
"I'm guilty by association, remember?"
Minho sighs, pulling Soonie away from Jisung's side and into his own lap. Jisung is just about to complain about it when Minho scoots closer, their hips pressed together. "It's not a crime, " Minho insists, rolling his eyes.
"Says the man with three contraband cats."
"I–"
"You know I'm right."
Minho pets Soonie, grumbling, "Yeah."
Then the same smile that drew Minho in at the library stretches onto Jisung’s face, big and beautiful and accompanied by the faintest of giggles. Minho stares at it, can’t take his eyes away for even a second. So this is how it feels, he thinks, to be the cause. Jisung’s smile lessens to something more gentle, more shy even though the tone he speaks with is incredibly playful, “You’re staring.”
This time, Minho seems to flush ever so slightly, eyes quickly moving to meet Jisung’s, staring into them for a moment before he tears his eyes away from the latter’s face completely, using his nearest hand to lightly push his head away. “Watch the movie, Mr Han,” he mutters.
Jisung laughs softly, resting his head against Dori’s stomach. “Whatever you say, Mr Lee.”