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“You should totally do that, oh my god!” Felix giggled, sending the TikTok on his phone to Jisung with just a few swipes of his fingers. Jisung giggled with him, thinking of the way his boyfriend will react.
Him and Felix had been hanging out, Felix suddenly remembering something that he had to show Jisung on his phone. To no one’s surprise, it was a TikTok.
The video was funny, of a prank that a girlfriend did on her boyfriend, to deny him kisses for a day until finally relenting and seeing the reaction. Jisung loved the idea, knowing just how much Minho would melt under his touch when he finally did break and kiss him.
He was a wildcat, always acting tough and mighty, teasing the person in return. It came form a place of affection, and Jisung loved their banter, and he loved Minho. He couldn’t see why he shouldn’t have a little fun.
It was almost time for Minho to come home from his dance classes, cheerful as ever and telling Jisung about his day even though he would be tired. Jisung got into his position, laying on the couch and putting something random on the TV as he imagined all the outcomes of the little prank he was going to play.
He had his phone ready and in action, his fingers hovering over the play button, planning to press it the moment Minho walked in and tried to give him a sweet kiss on his lips. He texted Felix saying he was ready, and Felix texted him back winky faces.
Like clockwork, the door swung open, Jisung’s fingers hitting play. Minho made his way through the threshold of the door, quietly taking off his shoes and locking the door behind him. Jisung watched him in quiet anticipation, curled up cosily on the couch.
Minho looked tired; his cheeks pink with exhaustion and eyes tired and dropping. Jisung thought maybe he should abandon the plan and just cuddle him already, itching for the warmth and comfort in the older boy’s touch. He had undeniably missed him, even if they were only apart for less than six hours.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” Jisung initiated conversation once it was clear Minho looked a bit too spent. He slowly walked over to the couch and settled down just near Jisung’s knees, his movements slow and oozing the need for rest. He sighed, melting into Jisung’s form, his glasses fogging up.
“Okay,” he said in a small voice, not having noticed the phone Jisung clutched tightly in his hands. He listened intently, determined to provide him comfort after the video was recorded.
Minho’s face moulded into a small smile as he glanced at Jisung, his cheeks and wide eyes the only thing visible outside the blanket. Jisung feared he would see the camera peeking out, but Minho was none the wiser.
He leaned down, making a move to capture Jisung’s lips for much needed relaxation. Any kind of physical touch with the younger had always made Minho feel like he could put his stress away for a moment and let himself enjoy the love with which he was surrounded.
Jisung moved away, slipping under the blanket so much that Minho completely missed his target, pulling back away at the last second so he didn’t fall onto the blanket. Confusion clouded his face for a moment, a frown making itself known and tugging on Jisung’s heartstrings.
Minho looked too inviting for his own good, making Jisung want to throw his phone out the window and envelop him into a hug, holding him and making him forget about all the worries of his day that he seemed to carry right now.
“What’s going on, Sungie? Is something wrong?” Minho questioned, an adorable out on his face, underlined by the worry in his voice. Jisung smiled under the blanket, admiring the way Minho looked out for him even after the obviously heavy day he's had.
“Nothing’s wrong!” he tried to convince Minho, but he didn’t have an explanation as to why he wouldn’t give in and kiss Minho like they both wanted to. “Let me make you something.”
He wouldn’t kiss Minho, but the prank wouldn’t stop him from still taking care of his boyfriend. He stood up, careful of the way he hid his phone and crouched his legs to not hurt Minho, the latter just staring at him blankly and following him into the kitchen without a word.
“Does ramen sound good?” Jisung turned to look at his boyfriend, a bit of his resistance peeling away at the way his boyfriend looked so forlorn. He busied his hands with filling up water in the vessel so that he wouldn’t act on his reflexes and take Minho into his arms. He unsuspiciously placed his phone on the counter, still recording.
“Is something wrong?” Minho asked again, out of words and emotions to display on his pretty face, pout getting stronger. Jisung had to break their eye contact to urge the feeling away of kissing his pout right off his lips.
“No? Why would you think that hyung?” he asked in nonchalance, feeling Minho move closer and slip his arms around his waist, tucking his chin over Jisung’s shoulder but pulling away after what seemed like a moment of hesitation.
Jisung turned around, quietly looking at his boyfriend. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Minho was surging forward to capture his boyfriend’s lips with his own after the horrible day he’d had. Jisung almost let it happen, let Minho hold his neck and kiss him senseless against the counter, but he moved away at the last second, stepping out of the direction Minho was going in.
Minho halted in his motion, looking at Jisung with hurt written all over his face, glasses reflecting the shine of his eyes that Jisung had very rarely seen. That Minho very rarely allowed anyone, let alone Jisung, to see. Minho’s eyes glistened with wetness, and Jisung’s stomach dropped like a boulder.
He froze as Minho jumped into action, turning away and hastily making his way through their apartment to their shared bedroom, head low and hands stiff by his side. Jisung chased him through the hallway, only then realizing something was wrong, really wrong. It freaked him out for a mere second before he reached Minho.
“Hyung!” he called, looping his arms around Minho’s waist, and holding him tight there was no way for Minho to escape, only able to sit his hands atop of where Jisung held him. He only then felt how hard Minho was breathing, how desperately he was shaking to get out of the hold Jisung had him in.
Jisung loosened his grip on Minho, the elder instantly turning around in his eyes and not once making a move to leave Jisung standing there. He didn’t let Jisung see his face, hiding himself in the crook of Jisung’s neck as he almost gave Jisung scratch marks from how hard he gripped Jisung’s back.
A stifled sob made its way out of Minho’s throat at Jisung’s warmth, piercing the tension filled atmosphere around them. He held on tighter, not wanting to let go just yet. Why had he not been kissing him? Had he somehow found out about what happened at work and agreed too? He pushed the scary thoughts as far down as he could, willing the embarrassing sobs to stop.
“Minnie?” Jisung says softly, crooning into Minho’s neck, holding him delicately. He brushed his nose past Minho’s neck, smiling at the shiver.
“You hate me, don’t you?” Minho sniffles, pretending Jisung couldn’t hear his wails even though it is his shoulder he's crying on. He doesn’t want to get Jisung’s shirt wet because then he would hate him even more and Minho can’t stand the thought of Jisung looking at him with anything but the fondness that he's used to.
“Minho, what? No, of course not!” Jisung pulled away, gripping him by his shoulders and trying to look into the other’s downturned eyes. The tear rolling down his cheek splits his heart into two, his own eyes watering at the prospect of making the love of his life cry.
“Listen, hyung, I’m stupid, okay? I’m the biggest idiot ever, I don’t hate you, hyung, you know that, right?” Jisung rushed out, hoping for the elder to answer his question. “Right?”
Minho stayed quiet, hunching into himself, looking so small and vulnerable and not knowing that Jisung loved him. Jisung thought it unfair of the universe, of not letting Minho know just how much time he spent thinking of the other, how much he loved him, and it came to him so naturally.
“I’m in love with you,” Jisung whispered, shattering when Minho looks up at him with so much hurt and doubt and Jisung doesn’t know how to take it all away and uncover the smiling boy whose eyes turn into crescents every time he looks at Jisung.
“Then why won’t you kiss me?” he asked harshly, pushing away at Jisung’s hands, and taking a step back. Jisung grabbed his arm before he could run away again.
“It was a prank!” Jisung confessed, gaining Minho’s attention for half a second before he looks away.
“Felix showed me a TikTok, to not kiss you and see your reaction, but it’s the worst decision ever. I’m so sorry, hyung, please, I’ve wanted to kiss you so bad since you walked through that door,” Jisung continued, voice breaking at the end of the sentence.
“You don’t hate me?” Minho asks in a small voice, like a little child scared of talking back to his parents. The light is his eyes dim, taking what’s left of Jisung’s heart away with it.
“No! no, no, no, hyung, don’t think that! Why would you think that? It was just a prank, okay? How could anyone hate you?”
“You’ll kiss me?” Minho hiccupped, finally looking into the younger’s brown eyes. Jisung forgets how to breathe.
He pulls Minho in, breathing into each other’s space for a moment, urging Minho to look into his own eyes as he boops his nose, revelling in the way Minho smiles hesitantly at him.
Jisung’s lips slant onto Minho’s, a sweet peck at first, before they both apply pressure, impatient to be connected to the other. Minho sighs into Jisung’s touch, his hands making their way around his neck, pulling him in, in, in until they can’t tell where one ends and the other starts. Jisung nips on Minho’s bottom lip, pulling a sweet whine out of the elder.
Jisung’s hands roam around on Minho’s torso, determined to make the elder feel good and get out of his cloudy mood. Just as he's about to deepen their kiss even more and carry Minho to their bedroom, their conversation pops out in his mind.
He pulls away, imitating the way the elder breathes hard, panting. Minho slumps onto Jisung’s chest, loosely holding him.
“Hyung, did something happen? Why did you ask if I hated you too? As if someone else hated you too?” he asks, feeling Minho tense up under him.
“It’s just work,” Minho answers, writing off his words with a rough reply. Jisung won’t take it, pushing further. Minho must feel the other’s agitation because he hides himself under Jisung’s chin and elaborates.
“The people at work…they kicked me out of the choreo for the final competition,” he says quietly, “they said I had too short of a training period and that I couldn’t do well.”
“What the hell? That’s not even true! You’ve danced for years, though!” Jisung protests at Minho’s’ explanation. Minho stands up straight, rubbing his face with his hands and wiping the tear tracks away.
“I messed up the rap,” Minho informs, “I said the lyrics wrong, that’s why.”
“But that’s-”
“Maybe it was because you weren’t holding my hand,” Minho cracks a beautiful smile, suppressing the pain Jisung can see clear as day in his eyes. And he hates himself for it.
“Hyung,” Jisung compels, “did you really think I would hate you for that?”
“I’m sorry, Sungie,” Minho apologizes, kissing the palms of Jisung’s hand and Jisung shakes his head, “you don’t have anything to be sorry for!”
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner, I should’ve asked. And I should’ve done a better job of making you believe how whipped I am for you, too,” Jisung says, and he know this doesn’t end here.
They’ll have to talk more, about what exactly happened at Minho’s class, and why he would ever doubt how much Jisung loves him (spoiler: it’s a whole lot).
“I love you, Sungie,” Minho smiles, eyes crinkling in the way that puts Jisung’s heart back together.
“I love you too, Minnie, so much,” Jisung steals a kiss from his boyfriend’s lips.
“I know that now.”