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Minho wasn’t that dumb to not notice the tension in the air whenever he was close with Han Jisung. The way their eyes would always trail to each other like they were the only person they truly wanted to know more about, things they probably shouldn’t know. Or the way their souls just got along better than the others, Minho himself felt like he was closer to Jisung than anyone else. He may have many other friends, but Jisung was just his main piece. The one he’ll always want to stay longer. The one who can put him a smile despite having a tough day that with the tiredness inside of Minho he never thought he could smile after the exhaustion, but Jisung was just able to make his lips twitch without even making him hesitate over the exhaustion. 

Jisung was just that special someone to Minho, just like everyone else has that special someone. And it doesn’t have to be anything romantical, platonic, yes. Platonic soulmates? Maybe…Maybe if it wasn’t for the sexual attraction. It also wasn’t a lie how intense the air could get whenever they were together. It started off with some soft breeze, you know, everything’s all fun and good, but then, just a simple touch makes both their minds run wild with thoughts they probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes, that touch doesn’t matter, well, for Minho it doesn’t matter. He can just swiftly move away and act like nothing like that happened. Jisung would then follow and also act like nothing happened and they’ll just depart then and act as if that electricity wasn’t just there. 

It was complicated. 

It all started when they’d accidentally kissed one another in dance practice, where they were too caught up in the moment and then the next thing they knew they had bumped their lips together. It was a normal mistake that friends had when they found one another handsome or interesting. A simple mistake. Or at least that’s what it should have been, but as time went on, their “friendship” began to get more intense. That’s how simple touches begin to feel heavy and hot. Normal looks began to unravel feelings within them. But still, they gave each other space and pretended as if that spark or electricity was never there in the first place. Acted and continued on with the years and tried to control those emotions. They were doing a good job, at the beginning, but then as years went on as they were together with their other members, their desire to have one another close only got heavier. 

They haven’t kissed each other ever since they were trainees, but that desire to do so was still lingering with them. Until they’re Noeasy era they calmed and hid their emotions more professionally and were able to see each other like members of the group instead of crushes or high sexual tension attraction. They were good, they didn’t feel that sexual attraction for the next 2 years due to the last years having trouble with it. It’s like, they’re attraction for each other was undercontrolled. It was obviously much easier for the two, they not only were able to talk to each other more easily but they were able to work together without that sexual tension lingering in between them. 

It’s not like Minho didn’t like it, it just sometimes took over him. Hunger was taking over him and lust was controlling the hunger. Greed sometimes took over him as well. Putting his hands where they might belong, specifically on Jisung’s waist, or ass. But everyone knew he liked asses so it wasn’t that much of a big deal, but no one really understood how much he really liked Jisung’s ass. It wasn’t just a game or playfully playing around, that was just his cover-up. Which he was thankful for knowing he didn’t have to worry about such comments like: “Why is he always touching Jisung’s butt?” “Does he have something for Jisung, or what?” Those comments were never really said knowing the idol was just normally fond with whatever ass was at sight. So, there was no need to worry about that . 

But one of his recent worries was about Minsung . Minsung, who was that exactly? Well, who would’ve thought it was his “ship name” for Han Jisung and himself, Lee Minho. 

There were reasons why Minho never searched further more about himself.  

1. He didn’t need to (he didn’t want to risk getting low self-esteem, which was rare)
2. Finding creeps 
3. Haters
4. Fans predictions

That’s what he had so far, and so far , he was right. He had taken the time to go all over the internet and check what fans were talking about. He probably shouldn’t have because the next thing that came across his screen shocked him. It was a video of him and Jisung, music played in the background, and he didn’t know who was singing but it sure as hell didn’t sound pure. He remembered the moment of that day, it was an old vlive where they were celebrating their 1st anniversary, it was mostly focused on him and Jisung. The way they were shifting closer to each other, and then it showed the part where Minho’s hand was gently touching Jisung’s thigh. Minho stared at the screen, not knowing what he should think about it. And after rewatching it a few times he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. And then a laugh of amusement, too shocked to even understand anything of what he just saw. 

He finds it funny because how did STAYs even get a hold of such information? He knew himself that that day also had some sort of meaning itself because he remembers clearly how delighted he was that Jisung placed a soft kiss on his head. He laughed because the video almost felt like the real thing itself.

Minho recomposed himself, sitting up and resting his head on his headboard as he brought the phone back to his face to see the video once again, only this time he checked the caption and comments. 

Caption: smth was def happening in this vlive

Comments 150+

ikuklk: 

omfgggg they are sooo obvious

minsung_0143: 

TRUE BOYFRIENDS!!!

Shortywym:

i can’t even defend them anymore

yongbokiehasmyheart: 

MY HEART IS FLUTTERING

callmebaby: 

fr their was def smth happening and i am so here for it

iloveskz: 

they’re in love with each other, i know cuz i’m the staff

Most of the comments were in english so it took Minho some time to translate them and understand what they meant. There were a few in Korean and they mostly said, “best friend”  or “so cute,” and other things like that, but other than that it was mostly about them looking suspicious. Minho’s brain stopped working for a bit, and he had to recheck everything once again because he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It shouldn’t have shocked him, he’s seen a few things like this before but that was years ago, and that wasn't that big of a deal as they didn’t get so many views but damn, this video had over 1 million views? And not to mention the amount of likes??  It made Minho wonder if there were more like this. 

There were. 

Minho had done his research and he was looking over the #Minsung which had over 2.7 billion videos. The number itself made Minho gasp quietly, he looked around his room, not knowing what to do with this new information. He didn’t know if it would be a right idea to send this information to Jisung himself. The boy he’s shipped with. But then again, wouldn’t that make what they have right now awkward and…well, ruin what they have going on right now. He’d be destroying all their hard work in not realizing those feelings for the past two years. He can’t tell Jisung about it.

Or at least, that was his plan , until he ran into a video saying, “they’ve fucked at least once or smth,” Minho didn’t know how to actually react to that. It was all shocking and amusing and confusing and weird and funny and—overall, pleasing to see. Minho had a sense of satisfaction despite all of the other feelings he had, but he won’t lie that he did find it quite interesting and entertaining despite it all. Maybe he shouldn’t feel something like that, who knows, but something inside him feels satisfied with it all. The thought of people actually finding them adorable and cute together was a warm feeling settling in his stomach. People actually liked them being together. Like, some people wouldn’t mind if they actually were together. It made Minho somehow delighted and happy to hear. Some people would support them if they did come out as partners, but that wouldn’t be the case here since they aren’t fucking each other or seeing each other. They’re just…great buddies. Pals . 

So great that people actually think they’re dating. 

Minho liked the thought of it, but he doubted Jisung would be very fond of this new information he found out. So…he’ll keep it secret, for the meantime. 

Right now…he’ll just enjoy watching STAYs theories about them. 

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The whole night Minho stayed up finding new information on Minsung which he learned was his and Jisung’s name mixed together that honestly sounded real. His mind scattered for answers that were clearly right in front of him. He must’ve felt like he was going insane that night, seeing their faces and moments that seemed too real to even trying to pretend it wasn’t. He never thought he’d find himself finding all these sorts of videos and comments about them. He even found one saying how they must’ve at least done it , meaning sex. They were saying they had sex. At least once. The thought made Minho so shocked that he had to put his phone down and stare at the ceiling trying to understand how one could think about that. And what sucks the most was, not the thought of people saying that about them, but because it wasn’t true . 

Minho hasn’t fucked Jisung not once. 

And that kinda made him upset. How could he just let go of that tension without letting anything happen? Gosh, now he feels frustrated. After seeing all those videos, how could he have not fucked him? Well, he didn’t. And now he kinda wishes he did. Now he wonders if Jisung has ever felt that intense atmosphere around them. Did Jisung feel it? Is he pretending he doesn’t? Minho has grown interested in this new topic. How could he have blinded himself saying there was no such thing as sexual attraction? Well, they’re fans noticed, and now they’ve opened his eyes. 

He needs to tell Jisung. 

Just how? What the hell will he say? Oh look at this video I found of people saying we’ve fucked? It’ll only scare him away. Minho knows Jisung has trouble even facing each other alone and he always looks nervous whenever they are left alone, like he doesn’t want anything to do with him. Just the thought makes Minho wince because how did he not notice all the signals? It was those videos that made him finally notice Jisung’s awkward lip bite, and his gaze as he looked at Minho nervously or eagerly, it was Jisung who always looked nervously and flustered whenever Minho was around. And it was Minho who pretended he didn’t see the way he acted because he just had the thought Jisung not wanting anything to do with him. Jisung was just too nervous to face the truth, and Minho was just too focused trying to erase those feelings away. 

But in the end, they both long for something that could never happen. 

Minho won’t lie that he is indeed attracted to Jisung, and he only just now finally admits it because damn those videos did their job. Since when did Minho become afraid of facing the truth? He’s always one step away, so what’s stopping him now? It’s not like anyone will actually find out if they’ve fucked or not. Fuck them, he’ll do what he wants. Of course, if given permission from the other male himself. 

The whole day Minho was thinking about what to do. His plan. What did he want? Jisung. What did he want? To fuck Jisung. That’s all he really knew. He knows Jisung won’t probably agree with that straight away…but, who’s to say there really isn’t that attraction? Minho has a feeling Jisung has felt that attraction before, it just won’t be that easy to have him feel the same way. Won’t be easy to kiss him . 

Minho has no fucking clue how he’s actually gonna do it, but he just hopes nothing goes wrong and that his whole mind isn’t just delusional about the whole thing. 

Minho isn’t crazy about wanting to have sex with Jisung. He just…wants to try it out. Those whole videos make them look as if they did sleep together. But they haven’t. They haven’t done anything at all, which is somehow, strangely provoking Minho. All of these things about him and Jisung makes him wonder why they haven’t done anything. It can’t be that bad if it’s with another man, can it? Minho hasn’t done anything with another male before but if it’s with Jisung he’s sure it won’t feel that bad. After all, he is sexually attracted to him, so as long as he has that, he’ll enjoy it, right? 

Minho sighs exhaustedly, as his make-up artist was just finishing up the last few touches. She quietly takes a step back and tells Minho she’s all done, Minho mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’ and removes himself from the chair he was just sitting in. He makes his way to the lounge where he assumes all the other members were at. When he gets there he sees Felix and Bangchan talking on one of the sofas and Jeongin sitting in the other looking at something on his phone. Seungmin was talking to the camera that everyone knew was for filming Stray Kids Talker , but none of those things were what was really what Minho was interested in. Or who he was looking for, the person he wanted to talk to wasn’t here. 

Minho was about to turn around to make his way out just when he bumped into the one and only person Minho searched for. 

Jisung walked in the room with hairpins on his hair. He had a surprised look when he bumped into Minho. “Oh…hey,” Jisung mumbled, quite startled. 

Minho for some reason was having trouble responding quickly. “Hey…,” Minho muttered, flustered. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way suddenly, but he had a feeling it was because of those videos he saw last night. Stupid videos have messed up the way he looks at Jisung now. 

Jisung moves away swiftly, trying not to look confused but he does as his brows furrowed as he makes his way to sit beside Jeongin. “What are you watching?” Jisung had said when he sat down, his voice muffled due to his and Minho’s distance. Still, Minho heard him clearly as if there weren’t any other people talking in the background. 

Jeongin sat up and scooted closer to Jisung, showing his phone to Jisung instead of responding with his voice. Minho watched, his body frozen in the same spot as he didn’t know what to do. Should he go to Jisung and tell him what he saw? Should he walk away and act like nothings happening just like any other day? Minho bites the inside of his cheek, frustration growing on him. He’s never had to deal with these sort of things before, maybe if he hadn’t seen anything like yesterday he wouldn’t be worrying right now. But he has now, and those videos have bewitched him to try something with Jisung. 

Minho’s body is moving on its own before the thought of knowing what to do crosses his mind. He sits beside Jisung, they’re legs touching. It was quite obvious what his body wants, and the desire that’s starting to take control. 

Jisung cringes and plans to scoot away from Minho and closer to Jeongin, but his body doesn’t want to move. Instead, uncontrollably, unexpectedly his body shifted closer. Jisung scoots close to Minho and awkwardly clears his throat, quietly. Jisung nervously touches his hair in hopes the uneasy feeling settles down, he bites his lips, the way he does whenever he gets nervous. His eyes also have that alert in them. Minho obviously noticed the whole reaction, his lips can’t help but curve in satisfaction. It’s marvelous how he can make Jisung feel that way with just one simple touch. Just like I said. 

It’s odd though, how Jisung acts two different ways when this happens. It makes Minho wonder if he’s just trying to react the way he’s supposed to. The way group members are supposed to act. But, in the end, Jisung can’t help but give in. Minho sees that. Just like right now. How easily his body gave in to him. 

He can act, but his body can’t. 

Minho lets this happen just for a bit until he finally decides his next step, he straightens his posture when the idea runs through his mind. He glanced at Jisung who still sits close to him biting his lower lip, anxiously. Minho leans to Jisung's side and he lets his mouth near Jisung’s ear. 

“I need to tell you something,” Minho whispers. He quickly departs away as soon as he says it, and he looks at Jisung for a moment before he's walking off in hopes Jisung is following. Jisung does follow. Although he hates this kind of thing, he knows that he can’t hate whatever Minho does. 

Minho leads them to the hallway where a vending machine was at. They were currently getting ready to film they’re comeback stage, and when they got to the all too well known lounge where Jisung had once done a tour for their Skz talker, Minho sat on the sofas. Jisung copies, sitting beside Minho. 

Minho has his legs spread apart as Jisung has them closed, his ankles coming out and he almost looked like one of those anime girls. Minho takes notice of that, one of the things he liked about Jisung. For some reason, he liked it when Jisung did that. He liked a lot of things about Jisung, such as how he bites his lower lips when he gets concerned or nervous. How he falls to the floor whenever he finds something really funny, how he easily gets worked up whenever he’s accused of doing something, how he sometimes acts feminine (Minho liked that a lot), when he gets shy he chuckles shyly and avoids eye contact, and mumbling. Minho likes everything about Jisung, and oh god did it makes his heart really happy. 

It’s hard, you know, to hide that away from, basically everyone and himself. It’s hard to let that show when maybe that could affect the other badly. 

Minho licks his lips and he stares at Jisung carefully. Jisung clears his throat nervously, unsure of what happens next. Jisung slowly meets Minho’s eyes. 

“Um…You said you needed to tell me something?” Jisung hesitantly asked, he hates the silence. 

Minho nods his head only once. “Yes…” 

“What is it?” 

Minho takes in a deep breath, averting his gaze to the floor. He waits for a moment, before he returns his gaze back to Jisung. “What is this?” Minho finally says. He sounds more irritated than he should have, and he doesn’t even know why he’s suddenly feeling irritated with himself, and with their current situation. Which, there really wasn’t one he just decided to make one cause of his irrational behavior. His impulsive behavior gets the best of him. Minho probably does even know what he’s doing. He just wants something to happen. Anything to make them get closer. He’s just having a hard time knowing how to get there. 

Jisung’s eyebrows knit with confusion. He looks at Minho, puzzled. “I don’t know…what you mean..?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel it either, Jisung.” Minho said, his stubbornness is showing now. 

Jisung feels like he’s getting attacked without knowing what he’s done. “I don’t understand,” Jisung breathes out, his mind scattering to find what Minho is trying to mean. 

“This tension, Jisung,” Minho replies, looking quite annoyed. Minho looks around the room, and when his eyes land back to the brunette, he continues. “I know I can’t be the only one feeling this…this sexual attraction thing. Or I don’t know…maybe I’m just going insane because I have no idea if I have feelings for you in a way I probably shouldn’t,” Minho confesses, he’s never been this nervous before, and maybe that’s why his behavior had changed a second ago. He knows he can’t be frustrated with Jisung, so maybe he’s just annoyed with himself because why can’t he form the right words? He’s never done this before. Is this what it feels like when you confess to your high school crush? Minho doesn’t know, maybe it was a bit more softer or slow or something else that probably wasn’t like this. 

Minho stares at Jisung, waiting for a reaction, but Jisung just stays frozen. He’s trying to understand correctly what Minho had just said. His mouth half open and his face stayed frozen in confusion. 

“Wait…You…You…What?” Jisung recomposes himself, looking at Minho more closely. 

Minho sighs, “I never really thought I had to say this but…” he takes a deep breath, getting all his courage to directly look Jisung in the eyes because he knew damn well those stars in Jisung’s eyes would make him fall even more into his heart. Minho looks at Jisung, eventually thinking this is all going to be okay because they just can’t stop talking to each other because after all, they’re group members. But oh…Oh did he not really think this through. 

Minho’s breath is taken away when he meets Jisung’s eyes. The same eyes that he gets drawn in. It feels like Minho is seeing his own stars in Jisung. In certain ways, Minho can see his reflection in Jisung’s eyes, but Minho wasn’t paying attention to that. He paid attention to those damn stars that may just have their own galaxy. If Minho wasn’t human, he'd want to be anything that would let him travel through Jisung’s star-like eyes. 

Or maybe you’d just think, Minho was on something. Drugs, maybe. Because how can there be stars or even odder, a galaxy in someone's eyes? Well, believe it or not, that was what Minho saw everyday. And oh lucky was he. 

Jisung was lost. He didn’t know what Minho was thinking, and it made him anxious. “What is it, Lee Know-hyung—“

“I like you, Jisung,” Minho said, surprising the boy as if it were a birthday gift. Maybe it wasn’t his birthday, maybe it was just a gift. Can someone telling you they like you be a gift? Who knows, but Jisung likes to think of it in that sorta way. 

None of the two have any more time to talk about the topic because Jisung’s stylist runs towards them. Startling both of them, Minho flinches and he looks away from Jisung, glancing at the wall far from them. It was only then that he felt his ears warm, something that usually happened when he was shy or flustered. It was only then that he felt everything kick in. 

What he said. How he said it. How he felt. What he felt. His reactions. His—Fuck, he just said that. Confessed that. 

Minho closes his eyes, sorta embarrassed and surprised by what he’d done. Which wasn't exactly what he planned. But who’s to say things always go as planned? Maybe he should’ve made a backup plan because who would have thought this would have happened. 

Minho’s stylist also approaches them and Minho’s shifting awkwardly as she’s fixing a few things before they go on stage. They’re group members also come out and they’re all suddenly here. They both now know that there won’t be time for them to talk about it anymore. Or at least, not here. 

Changbin makes his way to them, Seungmin following behind, and the cameraman following behind as well. 

“What were you guys doing out here?” Changbin says, breaking the awkward tension. 

Minho looks around, before he looks at Changbin and answers, “nothing. Just talking.” 

Changbin doesn’t believe it, but he doesn’t ask anymore knowing the camera is still on. He’s always suspected something going on between them, and somehow he’s got everything all figured out before they have. He’s known about their accidental kiss, and from then on, he’s always suspected something actually was going on between them. But he kept it to himself nonetheless. 

When Minho turns to look at Jisung, he sees that he no longer wears the hairpins and his hair is already styled. He’s ready, and he looks damn handsome. Minho can’t help but stare, he’s lost in Jisung’s visuals. Jisung stands up as his stylist had said, she’s fixing something from his outfit, and Minho could only stare. Jisung hasn’t noticed him, but when he does, Minho quickly averts his gaze. He looks elsewhere that isn’t Jisung, flustered. Minho unconsciously touches his earlobe as he stares at the wall ahead of him, hoping Jisung didn’t catch him staring, but the other clearly did. 

Jisung is about to approach Minho but Bangchan is soon calling for all his members. 

They’re going on stage. 

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After the performance, they all walked back to their room where their staff would be waiting. Jisung was too tired to have the thought of Minho in his head. When he got off stage he didn’t immediately think about Minho. It was only then when he sat down to review their performance did he remember about what happened before they went on stage. Jisung closes his eyes in disappointment as he remembers about Minho’s confession that happened minutes ago. 

He almost forgot about it. 

See, this is one of the reasons why he tells himself that idols can’t really secretly date because they’ll always be focusing on their problems. They have to put themselves first before their lover. It’ll be like this if he also confesses his feelings for Minho. And it’s not like their company would allow it. 

Jisung sighs to prevent the thoughts from overflowing. He hates overthinking things. He already has enough on his plate, he can’t allow to have more. So, with that said, there’s really only one option. 

“I’m sorry,” Jisung said when they finally got back to their dorms. He and Minho were in his bedroom, Hyunjin was also somewhere in the apartment room but other than that, they were alone together in Jisung’s bedroom. Changbin and Bangchan weren’t there as they were planning to go to their company to get some things finished, probably more songs. Jisung was originally supposed to go with them but he remembered he still needed to reject Minho. As painful as that sounded to him, he knew there were no other options because they both needed to focus on their work. There couldn’t be any time for the two if they did decided to date secretly. 

Jisung had come to this decision. 

“We can’t… be together . It just won’t work, and as much as I wanted it to. It won’t. You know we have to focus on our work first. We can’t put anyone else first, remember what Jyp said? And—and I kinda understand why…So…I‘ll have to tell you to stop this…this thing going on.” Jisung implies, and he’s turning around to walk out the room before he could reveal his feelings that he probably shouldn’t. Jisung didn’t feel like crying, because it wasn’t like they were breaking up. Although it did feel that way, it wasn’t like that. It was just a rejection. A rejection Jisung didn’t want to make. The thought of rejecting Minho was a disappointment to Jisung. 

Who would’ve thought he’d have to turn down Minho’s feelings one day. 

Minho was too dumbstruck to even know what the actual hell was happening. He was sure Jisung felt the same way, so why did he say that? Like it was some…some fucking script? 

Minho grabbed Jisung’s arm to prevent him from leaving. Jisung turned around as he expected this to happen. Who said he could just leave without letting Minho speak? He knew he had to stay in some way because Minho wasn’t one of those people who give in to the thought easily. Minho isn’t one of those people who believes things easily. It’ll be hard to convince him that Jisung doesn’t have feelings for him. 

Minho scoffs-laughs as he glances sideways for a second before looking straight into Jisung’s eyes. “What are you saying?” Minho says, frustrated. He doesn’t understand any of this. “So, you’re saying you don’t like me? All those moments we have together just aren’t enough to make your heartache? You don’t ever… ever feel like…maybe kissing me?” Minho unconsciously takes a step closer to Jisung, the space between feels heavy and hot. 

Minho must be using his charm because the way he’s talking is making Jisung nervous. 

Jisung wants to move away, but his body won’t move. He wants to move away because he can’t be liking this like he is right now. He needs to feel uncomfortable and disgusted and grossed out and he should be hating this but… oh god , since when did he try resisting away? 

Minho has a spell on him, or something because Jisung isn’t moving away as Minho is starting to get closer to him. 

Minho’s breath fans his face, and he smells like mint. “So…you’re telling me if I…come this close to you…you won’t feel anything? Nothing at all?” Minho has his face inches apart from Jisung, and he’s changed the atmosphere in the room so easily and effortlessly, it makes Jisung gulp nervously.

The room feels warm, hotter than it was seconds ago. And it feels like Minho is unraveling feelings of Jisung, almost like undressing him. 

Suddenly, Jisung feels a faint brush of Minho’s lips. “Or if…our lips touched? Hmm? You wouldn’t feel anything at all?” Minho’s voice is low and hushed. His hands are now placed on Jisung’s waist, holding it firm. Jisung feels like he’s going to fall from the close proximity. 

Uncontrollably, Jisung closes his eyes as he expects Minho to close the space between them, but after seconds that passed without any movement, Jisung opens his eyes. Jisung’s eyes met Minho’s dark eyes and he expects nothing to happen, but Minho abruptly presses his lips against Jisung’s. 

The kiss is slow, passionate. Minho clearly has the lead here, because when he moves lips, Jisung follows along. Minho’s lips were soft, and Jisung was completely melted by them. 

Kissing was better than Jisung had imagined. It’s been so long since he last kissed someone, and to lie about not missing it, would be a lie to cover his desires. It’s no lie that he has his own desires as well, and it’s been so long since he felt this sort of way. Well, it hasn’t been long, since it’s all Minho who makes me feel this way. The only reason why he’s still able to get turned on is because of Minho.

Everything is because of Minho. 

Minho is the cause of Jisung still being able to have desires. Minho made Jisung feel things he’s never been able to feel due to being a kpop star who isn’t supposed to see anyone. Minho is his drug that he can’t get high on. 

Jisung wants Minho. But it’s hard to admit it when you’re an idol, who has an image he has to follow. 

But, how the hell was Minho this good at kissing? Somehow, Minho’s tongue had slipped inside Jisung’s mouth, and the kiss escalated into something more. More deeper and less breathing. 

Jisung pulled away, breathless he panted for air. His eyes stayed on Minho as they watched each other like magnets trying to pull away. Jisung didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what was the right thing to do in this situation. What did he want at the moment? Minho. Was that a good thing? Maybe not. And that was why he needed to stay away. But…but did he really want that? Absolutely not . 

Fuck, what should he do? 

Jisung escapes for Minho’s grip and he sits on his own bed, knowing he can’t walk away from this room now. 

Minho unexpectedly took out his phone and started doing something that made Jisung’s stomachs turn. Jisung watched Minho, unsure of what he was doing on his phone at a moment like this. Jisung waited, and when Minho was finally done, he turned off his phone and sat beside the younger. 

“Um…Well…I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that but um…” 

“No, don’t say anything,” Jisung interrupted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Minho. His eyes caught Minho’s, and he exhaled shakily. “I…How do I say this?” Jisung averted his gaze down at the floor, he felt his heart beat at the back of his ear. The words in his head weren’t forming correctly, a rush of nervousness ran through Jisung because this was his first time ever confessing something so different from what he usually had. 

Minho unconsciously grabbed Jisung’s hand, smoothing it in hopes Jisung can recollect himself. But it only makes his heart pound with more excitement. His neck flushed red, and his cheeks were a mess. He was a mess. 

Jisung finally had enough with his own silence and the refusal to hold back, so he gazed his eyes back at Minho and just said the damn words. 

“I want you,” Jisung confessed, tense words as if his jaw was hardly moving. 

Minho froze, just for a moment before he felt exhilarated. His body felt heavy, not the type of heavy when you feel uncomfortable or gloomy. More like the type of heavy with emotional heat and lust . The “heavy” were there was mostly desire, greed, excitement, hunger, yearning, passion . Those types of words. Those types of feelings . 

Heavy. 

Heavy desire . 

Minho exhales, relief. His fingers brushed gently across Jisung’s skin, the touch sends those kinds of butterflies one says when their crush does something affectionate, Jisung feels that in a sort of way. 

“Ah,” Minho breathes out, glancing away for a moment before returning his gaze back at the younger. Minho’s lips curve into a smile when he notices the way Jisung looks. He was obviously aroused. 

Jisung can’t meet Minho’s eyes, having a hard time doing so when he can literally feel himself hot. His whole body felt like it was in a hot spring. Minho noticed his flushed neck, and he impulsively slipped his hand inside the crook of his neck. Jisung shuddered by the sudden touch, Minho’s hand was cold, the opposite feeling of Jisung’s warm body. 

The tension was heavy. Minho’s own hand inside the back of Jisung’s nape, and the soft faint contact from Minho was the cause of the indistinct breaths coming from both bodies in the room. Their eyes still haven’t meant since then, and when they do finally lock together, the look in Jisung’s eyes was the only thing Minho needed before he pushed Jisung back down on the bed. Minho was strangling on top of him. His leg caught between Jisung’s, as his hands were holding his body from falling on top of Jisung.

Jisung yelped from the sudden change of position, and his eyes were caught by Minho’s own dark eyes.

Minho bent his lower body downward, and his face inched closer to Jisung. “Hmm,” Minho hummed, one of his hands moves on its own as it flickered Jisung’s neck. “You want me..?” Minho whispered. 

Jisung could hardly hum in response, saliva seemed to have been stuck on his throat, and he gulped it down nervously. He’s never seen Minho act this way before, and he can’t say he doesn’t like it, because in fact, he’s liking this way more than he thought he would. 

He should have felt uncomfortable, seeming as he was doing this with the same gender as him. He figured he’d at least feel weird about it, or something that should have made him want to stop, but there was absolutely no feeling like that. Instead, he badly wanted Minho now. His dick itching to get touched and be able to cum. And it was taking longer than he thought it would take. 

Jisung buckled his hips, causing his hard dick to hit Minho’s own. Minho hissed at the sudden contact, and he closed his eyes at the moment it happened. His reaction made Jisung figure out that he probably shouldn’t have done that. Minho opened his eyes with a pinched expression. 

“That…You shouldn’t have done that, it gives me the wrong impression about you, Jisungie,” Minho said, moving Jisung’s brunette locks away from his forehead. Minho placed a delicate kiss on Jisung’s head and soon looked closely into Jisung’s eyes. 

“Do you actually want to do this?” Minho asked, not forgetting to have Jisung’s constant. He doesn’t want to stop in the middle of a make out session only to be told he doesn’t want to do it. It’ll only end up making Minho have to masturbate by himself and he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t do that. It’s not his kind of thing. 

Jisung thankfully nodded his head. “Yes. I want it. I want you.” 

Minho smiled, lowering his head before breathing out a “okay, then. Let’s see how much you can hold it for.” And then he ambushed his lips together with Jisung’s. Jisung whimpered from the aggressive but balanced delicateness of the kiss. Minho’s lips lead the kiss, and his body started rolling over Jisung’s body so smoothly and swiftly in harmony with him. Their bodies were like the creation of a wave. Despite the clothes, it still affected their bodies in a way that almost made them want to cum. 

But it only affected them so badly because fuck, they really haven’t done something like this in years . Or not even at all. It’s not like they were going out with girls in their teenage years, after all, they were mostly focused on their career and image of becoming an idol. Which they did, and in doing so, it caused them to limit their own hormones. So, it’s only natural both bodies were affected so easily by the sensitive touches. And, not to mention they’ve been holding back touching each other for 6 fucking years. 

Minho’s tongue had found its way inside Jisung’s mouth. Their tongues messily but fluently moving each other like swords in a battle of fucking each other till one looses the movement. Jisung obviously lost due to the fact of low on air. Minho pulled away, breathless of air. Their eyes stayed locked, and a string of saliva came from both mouths. Minho wanted to dive right back in, but he knew the brunette needed to collect more air in order to kiss once again.

Gosh, if only they didn’t need air to stay alive. 

If only they needed each other to stay alive. 

Minho grabbed Jisung’s waist with one hand and quickly changed their positions. It happened so fast that it took a moment for Jisung to realize he was sitting on top of Minho. Minho's hands held onto his slim waist possessively. Minho grunted by the contact under his pants, and he glanced at Jisung who still had a puzzled expression on his face. 

Minho smiled at his reaction, but then shortly after bent Jisung downward so their faces were inches apart. But Minho passed Jisung’s face and was nearer to his ear. 

“Why don’t you…take off my clothes with your beautiful mouth?” Minho whispered, shortly after biting Jisung’s earlobe. Jisung shivered, and he straightened his posture as he re-positioned himself so he was now sitting on top of Minho’s boner. Jisung whimpered, and he unconsciously buckled his hips to get in contact with that hard thing under his ass. 

Minho grunted, and his eyes closed from the action. Minho waited for Jisung to do it again, but nothing came afterwards. He opened his eyes to see Jisung moving downward and closing up to his legs, he sat in between Minho’s legs as he slowly unzipped Minho’s pants with his mouth, though it was a little confusing at first, Jisung got the hang of it after the third try. He wasn’t that much of a slow learner. 

Minho watched in amusement. He didn’t really think Jisung would actually do it like that , but he did, and it was the most turned on thing Minho had ever come across with. 

Jisung’s eyes were filled with lust, and eyelids heavy and flushed red. It was a passionate view. Minho felt like it was actually the most alluring view he’s ever seen before. Who knows, hopefully it can stay in his head forever. I mean, he likes to think there isn’t anyone who can actually look so alluring to him. Jisung is his heroin, his drug, that makes him feel a way that isn’t all too awful. He doubts that there will be another person who can make him feel this certain way. 

He hopes if there actually is one, he doesn’t meet them. 

Jisung had successfully taken off Minho’s pants with a little hand help after the end. Minho’s hard dick abruptly came out, struggling to get out his boxers. Jisung’s eyes widened by how big it was up front, he knew Minho would be at least big, but it seems like his pants did a great job in hiding his actual dick. Minho was huge, and it worried Jisung if he could actually fit it in. Fuck, it was gonna hurt a lot in the beginning that’s for sure. 

Minho noticed his gaze of worry and he tilted his chin to get his attention. When Jisung’s eyes caught Minho’s, Minho smiled softly, his reassuring smile he had for Jisung. It was exactly that smile that made Jisung filled with warmth and no worry whatsoever anymore. It was exactly the smile Minho knew that would make Jisung feel great if he were ever worried or concerned. 

They weren’t strangers after all, they knew things about each other. It was only their bodies that were strangers for tonight, because they’ve never done anything like this before. But, they’re sure after this, their bodies will not be strangers like the past. 

After the reassuring smile, Minho brought Jisung back to his lips. Kissing him more passionately this time, more slow and delicate. But though it was only a gentle kiss for Jisung’s worries, Minho’s hand was wickedly unzipping Jisung’s own jeans. Jisung paid no attention to that, feeling the kiss instead as the older did the rest of the job. 

Minho felt something in his pants pockets, and he grabbed it from the back pockets. When he pulled away from the kiss, he noticed what he was holding. A lube, and some packs of condoms. The sight surprises him because why would Jisung be holding stuff like this? 

Don’t tell me he was…

Minho glanced at Jisung, who was already staring at him with his innocent doe eyes. “What is this?” Minho questioned, somehow an acid feeling was taking over him. 

Jisung shrugged as he rocked his lower body over Minho’s bottom. “I brought them. Well, I asked one of the staff members to buy them for me,” Jisung answered, half interested in the topic as he focused on the sensation under his ass. 

“Why would you need this?” Minho hissed,  glancing back at Jisung. 

“For you. I thought you’d need it.” Jisung responded not even a second later. 

Minho felt a wave of relief after what Jisung said. His tense muscles relaxed, and he exhaled in ease. “Alright, god, got me thinking you were doing something else.”

Jisung chuckled. “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else but you.” 

Minho hummed, kissing Jisung’s jaw and going more down as he let Jisung hump him despite still having his pants half on. “Really?” Minho wondered, nibbling on a sensitive spot on Jisung’s neck that made him quietly whimper. 

Minho stopped after a couple of stucks on his skin and looked at Jisung who was still humping as his eyes stayed closed at the slight pleasure from the contact. “I guess that moaning answered my question, hmm?” Minho acknowledged, and he once again, swiftly changed their positions so Jisung was laying under him. 

Jisung caught his breath for a moment by the sudden movement, and he’s looking down as Minho travels down, pulling down Jisung’s pants and underwear. 

Jisung feels himself slightly embarrassed by the exposure, but he knows that Minho wouldn’t be the person who judges his body nor calls him names. One of the things he likes about Minho. 

Minho’s hands are on Jisung’s somewhat small cock, his hand is able to to at the least take in the whole size. The clasps surprise Jisung, earning a gasp by the cold hand on his dick. 

Jisung has his eyes closed as he takes in the pleasure of Minho’s hand rubbing him off. His fingers faintly brushing his dick to tease the younger. By doing that, Jisung moans a little more louder but not as loud as he wanted cause he knows Hyunjin might just be in the other room. But what Jisung didn’t know was that, Hyunjin was no longer there. No one was in the apartment room, if you’re wondering why that is, Minho had sent a text after the moment he kissed Jisung. Remember when he was on his phone suddenly? Well, that was because he was sending a text to Hyunjin, ordering him to leave the apartment. 

Hyunjin has texted back with a why ? And Minho just sent him a quick text saying: how many minutes did I say? And soon enough, Hyunjin packed some of his things and left the apartment to themselves. 

Minho glanced at Jisung as his hands worked on his cock. “Don’t hold back, baby,” Minho said as his own hard dick twitched by the impure sounds coming from Jisung. But to Minho it was like music to his ears, or to his dick. One of them works, because they’re both quite true. 

Minho’s hand was elevating to a faster pace, and Jisung was feeling his organisms at their end. Jisung’s moans filled the room, and Minho’s movement was the association to it. 

Soon enough, Jisung’s back arched and he came with a sigh of relief. His body fell to the mattress more comfortable, less tense shoulders and more of ease. Jisung closed his eyes, and he caught his own breath after the fast, rapidly moving gesture. 

Minho’s eyes casted towards Jisung, only then realizing Jisung’s shirt was stained by the cum. Minho surprised Jisung when he started lifting his shirt over his head, causing the brunette to flicker his eyes open. 

“You came in your shirt,” Minho stated, throwing the shirt to the floor. His eyes locked with Jisung when he said, “that’s why we don’t wear any.” And he’s taking off his shirt the next second. 

This was the moment Jisung was waiting for. I mean, besides seeing his dick and all, but oh damn. Minho’s body was no damn joke . He’d never seen it like this before, he’s seen it a few times when they were working out but never like this . In this heated room, and sexy tension and looks. Minho was well toned, fine ass six pack, and muscles that weren’t so buff but the perfect amount for a man like him. His body was just perfect for him. Jisung tried to envy him, but all he really felt was thrilled for Minho. In a sort of way, he’s glad Minho has that type of body instead of him. 

Minho smirks when he sees Jisung’s eyes trail all over his body. He bends down and kisses Jisung’s cheek, “you’re cute.” Minho mutters, kissing all over Jisung’s face. His ear, his jawline, his nose, his forehead, his eyelids, and lastly his lips. It was a slow-wistful kiss that both cherished fully. The passion only lasted for a few seconds before Minho softly bites Jisung’s lower lip. But it was enough for both boys to feel something else that wasn’t just greed or desire. 

Jisung hisses from the bite, and Minho pulls away at the right moment he did that. 

“Don’t think this is over just yet, Jisungie. I still haven’t done anything to you.” Minho reasoned. He looked directly into Jisung’s eyes when he said that, his eyes filled with eagerness and excitement. And though it might not be nice of him to think how badly he wants to see Jisung unraveled under him. 

Jisung sighed, somehow feeling exhausted just by the contact they had. Fuck, what else was he missing? Oh, right. He still needed Minho’s dick inside him. The most important thing . Jisung felt tired, he didn’t know what he was signing up to, but he had a feeling he would be so fucking exhausted the next day. 

No thought about that. 

Minho placed his lips against Jisung’s once again. Minho grabbed Jisung’s chin and lowered it down so he could have a better posture to kiss him more deeply. Jisung moaned into the kiss, which made Minho’s thoughts run wild. 

Minho indeed, wanted more of Jisung. 

Minho pulled away from the kiss to continue kissing down his neck, sucking at a few spots that Minho had not yet claimed. Slowly, did Minho begin to go down. When it came to Jisung’s pecs, Minho licked them ever so faintly, deciding to tease the younger. With one of his hands, Minho softly pinches the pec and somehow turls it around with his pinky. Jisung whimpered by the contrast, feeling his own breast and dick go hard. It wasn’t too difficult to realize Jisung has a fine chest, and it was Minho’s second body part that he was obsessed with. You know, besides his ass and all. Gosh, he can’t wait to undo his tight ass soon. 

Speaking of which, his dick was starting to throb and he needed to do something about it soon. 

Minho sucked on Jisung’s pecs for a while longer as Jisung moaned out loud with huffs and breaths coming in short. After some time, Minho began to grow quite impatient and started pulling down Jisung so his head no longer was resting on the pillows. Minho pulled away from Jisung’s skin and looked at the boy under him with fierce eyes. Minho turned Jisung around so his face was planted on the mattress and his ass was close to his dick. 

The sight of Jisung’s naked ass sent Minho rolling his head back as he did his best not to pounce at Jisung without stretching his hole yet. Minho’s dick twitched under his boxers, and he licked his lips, hungrily. 

Jisung wanted to turn his body around but he knew it wouldn’t help Minho stretch him, so he slightly turned his head back. “Are you…gonna put it in now?” Jisung breathed out, face flushed red as he realized he was now naked in front of Minho. 

Minho merely hummed, distracted by Jisung’s ass. “Yeah, just gonna stretch that hole of yours. Alright?” 

Jisung nodded, “ohkay…Just do it quick…!” Jisung rushed. 

Minho scoffed at the orders from the younger, but he knew he too himself was eager to pounce inside him already. His dick practically felt like it was gonna fall off. Minho grabbed the lube that was somewhere in the bed, and he quickly squeezed out some and on his hands. 

Minho grabbed Jisung’s waist, as he moved closer. “I’m putting one in,” Minho warned. Jisung hummed, half caring about the information and just impatient for Minho’s dick. But when he felt Minho slide in a finger his eyes widened and he choked out a moan, his insides immediately clutching. 

“Ah!” Jisung moaned out, surprised by the contact. “Ah…Ha…” Jisung gasped. Minho felt his hard dick twitch by the outburst of Jisung’s voice. 

“Haa…Fuck…” Minho whispered, he glanced at Jisung before putting another finger, this time not warning Jisung. Jisung shut his eyes right as he felt the sting of pain, but he held it in because there was just no way he was gonna ask Minho to pull away now. 

Minho’s fingers turned inside Jisung, making Jisung moan out once again, only this time with more caution. Jisung felt like his insides were being ripped apart. And just as Jisung was about to turn around to see Minho, Minho grabbed his mouth with his other hand and turned his face to look at the front instead. With his other hand, Minho’s fingers sticked inside Jisung’s mouth. Jisung gagged and saliva was slicked on Minho’s fingers. 

“Suck them, it’ll help you not focus on the pain.” Minho suggested and he’s running his fingers sloppily inside Jisung’s mouth. Jisung whimpers, but starts sucking Minho’s fingers nonetheless. 

For some reason, it feels like Minho’s the one weak from the sensation because he’s the one feeling everything Jisung does. All the same, his desires are being completed. 

Minho slides in his third finger, and he’s sliding it in and out inside Jisung in hopes his hole is ready to be received. As doing this, Jisung starts sucking sloppier Minho’s fingers. The sensation of his lips and tongue weakens Minho. Minho can’t comprehend the feeling but Jisung was sure as hell seductive right now. Minho didn’t know what to focus on, Jisung’s mouth, or ass. But after some time, Minho started to get really impatient. The lube should have done it’s job by now, so the eighth time Minho slides in his fingers, he pulls them all out afterwards. 

Jisung exhales in relief, pulling his mouth away from Minho’s mouth, a string of saliva disconnecting from his fingers. 

When Jisung turns around, he notices Minho putting on the condom already. The size of Minho makes Jisung’s eyes widen all over again. He really won’t get used to it. 

Minho glanced at Jisung once he’s done, and he noticed the look in Jisung, heavy eyelids and swollen lips. “I’ll put it in slow,” Minho informs. 

“Alright…But—But if I can’t take it you’ll pull it out, yeah?” 

“Okay…Let’s hope my dick doesn’t get in control,” Minho mumbled out before he slowly pressed the tip of his cock inside Jisung’s hole. 

“ Ah… !” Jisung breathed out in the sudden pain. Minho wasn’t even half way in and Jisung already felt like pulling away. But then Minho turned his head and smashed their lips together. “Mmf—!” Jisung had hummed or whimpered from the abrupt gesture. 

The kiss, miraculously made Jisung forgot somewhat of the pain. His attention on Minho’s lips and the way they moved against his own. He’d already kissed him multiple times today but the feeling still made his heart flutter and stomach tingling. 

By the time Minho pulled away from the kiss, his dick was already fully inside of Jisung. Jisung felt the pain shoot through his back and stomach. He gasped and huffed for air, while Minho tried his best not to buckle his hips to thrust inside Jisung. Minho knew the lad needed time to adjust his length, and it would somewhat make him grow restless to start thrusting already. After all, it was his dick in need of a fraction. 

“ Ugh !” Jisung groaned out, frustrated by the pain and hoping it’ll go away already so he could feel the pleasure that would come afterwards. 

Minho was gripping his nails on Jisung’s waist, impatient to start moving. But he bent downward causing a slight friction inside, Jisung groaned in annoyance. Minho groaned in pleasure. 

Minho presses a kiss on Jisung’s nape. Jisung whines from the feeling, only wanting to feel Minho’s lips at the moment. Oh, Jisung longs for Minho’s lips. 

“M…Minho?” Jisung calls out. His voice makes Minho’s hips buckle uncontrollably and Jisung gasps loudly. “ Ah ..!” 

Minho groans, closing his eyes at the pleasure his cock feels. But he doesn’t move it again, he turns Jisung’s face and kisses him in hopes the pain overcomes him. Jisung hums inside the kiss and he lets Minho kiss him slowly instead of the way he wishes he would kiss him. 

Jisung pulls away after a while of kissing, and he stares into Minho’s eyes. Suddenly, the pain has ease away, just a little but knows that within the next few minutes he’ll a mess of pleasure. He just has to get by within the few pounds at first. 

“M…move. Move, M—Minho,” Jisung breathes out, out of breath. It’s a miracle he’s even alive right now. 

Minho hesitates to not do as he was told cause he knows he still needs to check up on the lad cause he’s the one in pain, not him. Minho looks closely at Jisung. “Are you sure?” 

Jisung nodded, “yes…I’m sure…the pain will go away after…okay? So just move!” Jisung was surprisingly growing anxious. And the desperate voice is all Minho needs to move, pulling out ever so slowly. Jisung gasped horribly. His eyelids flutter and he’s gasping for air, meanwhile Minho’s eyes roll back by the pleasure of his dick finally inside Jisung.

He slowly pushes himself back inside Jisung. “Ugh,” Minho groaned. Jisung’s back arches, and his dick twitches, suddenly the pain starts fading away little by little. Minho pulled out back again, moving Jisung’s hips outward. 

“Haa,” Jisung exhales. “Ah—!” His eyes widen when Minho pushes back in swiftly, his stomach feels full. His eyes are glossy but he tries not to focus on the pain. Instead, he tries focusing on the way his insides are full and quite frankly the satisfaction of his desires being finally made. 

The thrusts started escalating faster and deeper as Jisung started moaning in more bliss and less suffering. Eventually, Jisung started getting used to Minho’s length, and he finally started enjoying it as he imagined he would. 

Minho’s lower body was moving smoothly with Jisung’s, like I said, they were like waves crashing the shore. Minho’s body rocked Jisung’s ass swiftly. The only sound in the room was the sound of skin slapping and Minho’s and Jisung’s grunts and moans. And though it sounded weird, it didn’t have to be when you focused on that, instead of their bodies connected and the pleasure that came with it. 

They were finally connected. 

Not just by the soul, but in the body as well. 

Minho uncontrollably kept thrusting into Jisung like there would be no tomorrow. Which was hardly true. They had tomorrow and the next to do this again, that is, if Jisung wants to do it again. Minho already has a feeling—no, he knows that he’ll indeed fucking want Jisung more each day to come. Not that he didn’t want him in the past. It was just hard to want him when Jisung would send different signals each time, it confused the older which time. But now, they’re here. So, there really is no need to argue, is there? 

In the end, they both got what they wanted. 

Minho’s fingernails dig inside Jisung’s bare skin on his waist, which will  probably leave a mark there. Minho’s eyes casted down, admiring how Jisung takes in his dick so pleasantly. He wanted to see Jisung’s face, but in this position it was hard to do so. Minho sighed heavenly and promptly, easily, switched their positions so Jisung would be sitting on top of Minho while Minho’s head rested on the pillows as he held onto Jisung’s waist comfortably. 

Jisung gasped by the sudden change of position and his face bloomed, realizing how embarrassing they probably look. But, Minho’s fixated look on him only made him forget all about it. Jisung felt Minho’s dick inside him more clearly, and it stinged around the edges but he continued to try to ignore it. Minho noticed the embarrassment in Jisung, and he leaned closer to the brunette. 

“Focus, baby. I want you to take control now. Okay? Move your pretty hips all you want,” Minho whispered, and his hands traveled down Jisung’s back and to his ass. He squeezes them, and slightly partens them so his dick could slide in more easily. Jisung chokes out a gasp, his eyes widened by how bigger Minho’s cock felt inside him. Jisung’s eyes widened, and his mouth gaped halfway open. The sight made Minho groan in satisfaction by how Jisung reacted to his big dick. Well isn’t this what Jisung wanted this entire time? Yes, certainly, and he didn’t regret anything at all. 

Jisung glanced at Minho with heavy eyelids, and he leaned to give Minho a kiss. The kiss was somehow Jisung’s way of saying ‘thank you,’ and Minho’s response was kissing him more roughly to the core that it made Jisung moan into the kiss by how much control Minho has over the kiss. Jisung felt like he was taking fucking drugs, which is weird since he hasn’t taken any drugs before or has never been high due to the fact he’s an idol, but Minho makes him feel like he is high. 

How does he know what it feels like to be high? Who the fuck knows. 

Jisung’s ass started moving in and out swiftly out of Minho’s dick, as his lips moved against Minho’s. His whole body was in pleasure because of Minho. His lips, his chest that had been sucked by Minho’s mouth, his dick which Minho’s hands had done it’s job, his ass which Minho’s dick was fucking, everything is because of Minho. And it’s with Minho only. 

Minho pulled away from the kiss (not forgetting to bite Jisung’s lower lip as he pulled away). His lips made their way down Jisung’s jawline and neck and collarbone, kissing—or sucking on Jisung’s skin. 

“Mmmh,” Jisung purred at the sensation his body felt. 

And then, “Haa!” because Minho had started using his hand on his dick. Minho’s hand was moving up and down, fast, and then slow and using his technique to make Jisung’s dick twitch in pleasure. Somehow, Minho still had enough time on his hands to suck on Jisung’s pecs. Oh gosh, Minho was actually fucking Jisung with everything his body gave him. His hands, his mouth, and most importantly, his dick. 

Jisung was in for the whole ride, I guess. 

Eventually, Jisung’s moans grew louder within each thrust and suck and touch, he was close. He could feel it. 

“Agh! Fuck! I…I’m gonna—Ugh!” Jisung came on Minho’s perfect abs, his face immediately flushed red from embarrassment. “Oh gosh, I–I’m s—” 

Minho kissed Jisung, shutting him up. When he pulled away, he looked directly into Jisung’s eyes. His lips curved into a small smile, “that was the most fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Minho said, his lips glancing down at Jisung’s lips before one more time placing his lips against his. Slowly, Minho lowered Jisung so he could lay on the bed, their positions changing once again. Jisung moaned in the kiss when he realized the change of position. 

Minho hovered Jisung, and he disconnected their lips to look into Jisung’s eyes. “We’re not done here, Jisung. I still haven’t came,” Minho reminded, smirking down at the younger under him before replacing his lips on Jisung’s.

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The next day, Minho wasn’t sleeping next to Jisung when he awoke. He found himself alone in his bedroom with a clean body which wasn’t what he last saw last night when there was literally cum over his body, but he was clean. It wasn’t hard to figure out Minho was the one who probably cleaned him afterwards, also leaving his room the next. And his back hurt like hell when he sat up after he woke up. His ass was in pain, but last night wasn’t a pain though. Jisung will admit that when he woke up with an empty bed he was completely disappointed and acid about it. He didn’t know why he was, but he was. And for some odd reason, that ruined his morning. 

Well, ruined his whole day that is. Jisung was sulking the whole time that he didn’t see Minho at sight. Bangchan even had to ask what was wrong, which he only got a ‘don’t worry about it,’ it’s not like Jisung could respond with “oh I’m just sad that I couldn’t see Minho the next moment I closed my eyes after having sex with him,” who knows how Bangchan would have reacted. 

So, Jisung waited until they’ve finally got to Music Bank where they would perform their Day 4 of their comeback. Jisung and his dorm buddies got there before, so he was one of the first members to get their outfit on and makeup fixed. One of the makeup staff did ask Jisung how he got the “red marks” on his skin, which Jisung nervously waved it off saying they were mosquitoes. The staff didn’t ask far more than that as they ended up covering the “red marks” with the makeup tools so the fans wouldn’t notice, which Jisung felt relieved for. 

Jisung sat down on one of the chairs where he waited for the rest of the other members, he was staring at his screen anxiously as he opened the text messages app. He stared at Minho’s contact, not knowing if he should send him a message or not. He wanted to, but he didn’t know what he would say. And, wouldn’t it be weird to just send him a text message asking why he left last night? After all…it’s not like Jisung agreed for that moment to be any more than desires to be granted. That was all there was to it, they had sex only to help their hormones. 

But, Jisung knew and felt like there was more to it. 

And there was. But who didn’t know? Of course, they were meaningful moments in that moment. They both knew it, but they kept it secret or hidden because it’s not like one of them admitted to liking the other. Minho was the only one who confessed here, and he was rejected. So, he kept it to himself, he lied to himself that Jisung only needed his help for his desires, nothing more. He lied to himself about those precious moments they had together. The older figured Jisung didn’t want anything more to do with him after that. I mean, he clearly rejected Minho’s feelings and just stayed with his body. 

And though the thought sounds upsetting, Minho didn’t find it like that. In a sort of way, he was still glad he got to do that with Jisung even though the younger didn’t intentionally did it with the same feelings as Minho. In the end, they both had fun and got what they wanted—or needed. 

Jisung sighed and closed the app, throwing his phone in his lips so he could massage his temples and close his eyes in hopes to calm the nerves. Just as he was about to call out for one of the staff members there was a sound of a door opening and abruptly, Jisung stood up, his thoughts and heart racing from the thought that it could, most likely be Minho and the rest of the other members. Jisung watched as Felix walked in with Jeongin trailing behind, Seungmin clutching onto his arm from beside, and after two or three of the staff members walked in, Minho was lastly the one to enter the room. His face half hidden with a hoodie over his head and a mask pulled down his chin, his bag loosely hanging from his arm, and headphones over his navy colored hoodie. Jisung felt weirdly excited to see Minho, his heart thumping rapidly to get a look of Minho. To hear his attractive voice that makes Jisung’s throat jitter to talk to get his attention. 

But when Minho walked, or passed by Jisung, he hardly acknowledged the brunette boy. Jisung’s heart lumped, and sank down. 

Did Minho just…ignore him? 

Jisung’s eyes traveled where Minho went, and when Minho finally stopped moving, he was sitting down on a chair where his makeup artist was waiting for him. Minho didn’t even spare a glance where Jisung stood. He kept his attention on the young lady who attended him. He placed his headphones inside his bag and he lowered his hoodie which revealed his new colored violet hair. Well, it wasn’t new, he had that color before, But only for a moment before he changed it back to brown for their events that were coming up. Now, it was purple. It wasn’t like that last night. Did he dye it when he left? 

Jisung felt betrayed, for unknown reasons.

But he shrugged it off as he figured Minho was just hastily to get ready. He’ll just talk to him later.

Or, that was his plan. But Minho is making it difficult to even get close to. When Minho was finished getting his hair and makeup ready, he sat down on one of the cushions and went on his phone instead of at least acknowledging Jisung for the day. Jisung kept glancing over at Minho whenever he was near, but the older wouldn’t budge to notice him. Jisung even talked more loudly than he usually did just to hopefully get Minho’s attention, but absolutely nothing. Jisung also tried getting close to Minho, taking a seat next to him, standing close by, “accidentally” brushing his shoulder to Minho’s, but, expectedly, but surprisingly, nothing at all. Minho wouldn’t budge. 

Jisung was beginning to grow frustrated by his mute friend. And he didn’t want to admit it, but Minho was most definitely avoiding him. He talked to everyone, but Jisung. And, he unusually, talked more to their staff members, Jisung noticed it was mostly the girls. An unsettling feeling was unwelcoming in his stomach, and he felt himself lose his control over his own frustration. Jisung wanted to talk to Minho, but how could when Minho was doing all he could to not talk to him? Or see him? 

What the hell did he do? 

Jisung sat down on one of the sofas where Seungmin was filming a Stray Kids Talker. Seungmin was talking to the camera, but when Jisung appeared next to him, Seungmin shifted his attention to Jisung instead. Jisung was too busy staring at Minho to acknowledge him. 

“Aish…Look at him…Hardly focusing on other things cause he’s too busy staring at someone else,” Seungmin had said, which had caught Jisung’s attention. He moved his gaze from Minho who was talking to one of the staff members with a smile on his face like he didn’t know what he was doing. Jisung glanced at the camera before looking back at Seungmin. 

“What are you talking about, huh?” Jisung switched his mood as he realized the camera was recording, and he shouldn’t let STAYs see his worries. He put on a smile and shifted his attention all to the camera and to Seungmin. 

“Look at him. Look at this dangerous squirrel. Doesn’t he look scary?” Seungmin brought the camera close to Jisung’s face, and Jisung surpassed a chuckle. 

Jisung sat up and grabbed the camera from Seungmin’s hold and turned it around so he could film Seungmin instead. “Look at him. Look at this sly dog. Attitude is different from his face. Don’t believe his cute face, STAYs. He’s not the person you think he is.” Somehow, over all the playfulness, Jisung had strangled on top of Seungmin, filming his face very close up. Seungmin crackled a giggle, and then a laugh by how Jisung was tickling him. Their laughs and noises cause Minho to snap his attention to them. 

The sight makes him want to walk over to them to make them stop, but he has to hold himself back because he remembers Jisung has rejected him. Meaning, whatever Minho feels doesn’t affect him at all. He could feel jealous, but that wouldn’t change their relationship. That wouldn’t change Jisung’s feelings. 

Minho returned back to his conversations with the young women, trying his best not to return his gaze back at the two males across from him. His jaw set tight as his attention irrepressible falls back to Jisung’s laughter as Seungmin does whatever he usually does to make Jisung laugh out loud, so purely. It irritates Minho that Jisung could still have as much fun as he has with him as with anyone else. Minho could never feel what he feels for Jisung with anyone else. And that feels like betrayal for him. 

Still, he can’t be mad at Jisung about it. After all, it’s not like he has control over who he can like. Or love. 

Does Minho love Jisung? Well, most certainly, yes he does. And he didn’t need those videos to confirm it. He already knew he loved Jisung way before this. Those videos only made him realize—or had made him realize that Jisung also looked like he maybe at least liked him back. But…he was wrong. Jisung only wanted his body. 

Only wanted him. 

Jisung didn’t need him like Minho does.

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Minho was unlocking the apartment door when Jisung appeared at the end of the hallway. Jisung had changed clothes after coming back from the Music Bank building, and Minho was only coming back to the apartment after a short workout. Jisung realized his outfit, and his face flushed. Minho was wearing his short sleeve T-shirt that cut off the sleeves on armpits that disclose his bulky muscled arms, and he was wearing short sweatpants that revealed his once again, muscled calves, his thick thighs and…well…that inappropriate thing down there. Jisung gulped by the sudden sight. And his face felt inferno from how much muscle Minho showed right now. Which is funny, because last night he clearly saw everything. Even his unholy dick. Oh and not only did he see everything, but he had quite a feeling of it all as well. Well, you understand. 

Jisung approached Minho more closely, and thankfully, Minho didn’t run away like he was doing so hours ago. Minho had a thought this was Jisung finally having the guts to ask him why he was running away, or he had a feeling this was Jisung trying not to show his interest in Minho but sadly not trying enough and giving up on trying to hide his feelings. Does that make sense? Anyway, Minho stayed there cause he had a feeling this was Jisung finally confessing his true feelings. 

This is it. 

Or at least that’s what Minho thinks. He hopes it is. 

A confession. 

Minho lets his arm hang by his side as he shifts his attention on Jisung who now stood 6 feet apart from him. Minho sighed and rolled his head back by the space Jisung had made for them. Minho looked back at the brunette. Jisung was already looking at him with a sad look that he hoped Minho would feel sorry for. Minho glanced away, staring at the ground instead as he said, “let me change my clothes.” And he was unlocking the door and soon walking in without giving Jisung another spare glance. 

Jisung was left alone in the hallway. He could hear his own unstable breathing, and he swallowed the lump of nerves as he waited for Minho silently. He kicked his foot on the wall and rested his head back as he tried to rethink the words he had practiced not long ago. But his mind goes blank and he can’t remember the damn words he practiced to say today. His head suddenly feels dizzy from the nerves and anxiety swelling up on him. His thoughts make him wonder why he even came here in the first place. Fuck, maybe he should’ve just stayed back at the dorm like Minho was about to do. 

But… But, he has to make this right. 

He made a mistake, and he doesn’t want to stay haunted by it for the rest of his life. That mistake? Is not telling Minho how he truly feels about him. And the truth? That he can’t live without Minho ignoring him like he did today. He can’t live without Minho being on that same bed that same night they just made love. Love. Not sex without any attachment feelings involved. Because in truth, that night wasn’t just sex and no feelings involved. That night, was their incredible bodies being together by love. 

Jisung loves Minho. 

And guess what? 

Minho loves Jisung. 

They both love each other. 

Minho walked out the apartment, and he saw Jisung abruptly stand straight the moment he heard the door turn. His hands folded neatly in front of him, the posture makes Minho’s lips twitch into a small smile before falling back into a flat line. 

Minho shaked his head and walked past Jisung. Jisung was for a moment shocked to see that Minho had walked right past him like he did not long ago, and his mind scattered to the thought of Minho going back to ignoring him again. But then, Minho stopped his tracks and looked back at Jisung who still stayed in the same spot. 

“Are you coming?” Minho called out, startling the brunette. Jisung froze, Minho sighed. When he heard Minho sighed, Jisung quickly recomposed himself and turned around to see Minho. 

“Oh. Yes! Yes, I’m coming,” Jisung choked out, he speedily walked to stand beside Minho. He stopped his footsteps when he was beside him. Jisung gave Minho a soft smile that spoke for itself. Jisung’s beaming look makes Minho flustered and he averts his gaze shyly, thoughts of last night flash in his mind. Jisung looked around, not knowing that he had made Minho’s heart race. “Where are we gonna go?” Jisung asked, breaking the silence. 

Minho thought of a place, but his mind was stuck thinking of how Jisung’s voice sounded so different from what it did last night. It's only been hours since they did that. It’s only been hours since Minho last kissed Jisung. 

Fuck…Minho really wants to kiss him. 

Minho cleared his throat in an attempt to find his voice and scrabble those thoughts away. “Um…We could just go to the rooftop,” Minho had suggested, seeming as if they did go somewhere and were seen together after literally having sex last night, and planning to talk about it. It would be labeled a very interesting title. 

The two made their way to the rooftop in utter silence. Jisung was intrigued to break the silence but when he thought of what to say, his mind wouldn’t help him the way he wanted it to. He thought of just talking about his feelings right there and then in the elevator, but he held himself back as he didn’t want to confess his feelings in a literal elevator. I mean, it wouldn’t be bad…but…Jisung likes the cliche confessions better. So, with that, he waits until the elevator has taken them to the rooftop. 

Jisung occasionally glanced at the older, hoping he wasn’t scowling or anything. Which he wasn’t, Minho only had a flat face with no emotion written across from it. It wasn’t appealing, but it wasn’t all that bad since he didn’t look angry either. 

When the elevator doors finally opened at the 15th floor, Minho took a step out and the wind hit him. Minho’s violent locks were being angrily messed up by the strong wind, his shirt was in motion as if it were moving like a human of its own. And when Jisung stepped out it was like he was in a completely new dimension. It almost felt like the wind was going to lift them up in the air, but that would be impossible because the wind wasn’t that highly strong, just enough to make your hair and clothes move crazy. 

“Wow,” Jisung had finally cut the silence when feeling the wind. 

“It’s not at all bad,” Minho commented as he started walking off, Jisung trailing from behind. Jisung was somewhat cold, seeing as he only had a short sleeve shirt and no sweater or jacket like he should have got. Minho on the other hand, was wearing just the right clothing for a windy day like this.

Minho made his way near the edge, and Jisung panicked quicker than he thought he would. Or anyone else would. His body hurried to save Minho from whatever he thought of doing. Jisung embraced Minho and brought him to the floor, his head hitting the ground. 

“Ow, fuck,” Minho cussed, as he felt a throb on his head and neck. The hit really did hurt, and it almost made him cry but he only winced and focused on the other feeling of someone on top of him instead of the pain. He focused on Jisung’s warmth instead. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Jisung grumbled as he looked at Minho with fierce eyes. 

“Uh—” 

“Why were you on the edge of the roof!?” 

“I—” 

“I can’t believe you! Why would you do that?! You had me worried sick! Are you going through something?! Why didn’t I notice?? Why didn’t you tell me?! Were you thinking of—” 

“Jisung!” Minho interrupted before Jisung could ramble on anymore knowing the brunette was capable of losing his own thoughts when he’s worried. Jisung huffed, unable to breathe from the sudden heart attack Minho almost caused him. Minho looked into Jisung’s eyes, worried himself by the sudden silence the younger had. It was then that Minho noticed Jisung had a concerned gaze on his eyes, Jisung’s eyes were glossy, and Minho knew that pout all too well now. Minho abruptly hugged the brunette into his arms, hiding Jisung’s face in his chest, Minho smoothed out Jisung’s hair in hopes it’ll calm Jisung’s nerves down. 

Jisung silently let the tears fall out of his eyes, hiding even more into Minho’s chest. Breathing him in. Feeling him. Jisung wanted to feel more of Minho. He uncontrollably let his knees in between Minho’s thighs, missing his cock. Minho tried not to flinch by the sudden close feeling of Jisung. Well, he tried to stabilize his thoughts from anything unstable.  

Slowly, Jisung began to control his own cause of surprise and eventually slowly looked at Minho with red eyelids. Minho’s heart sank at the sight, and he cupped one of Jisung's cheeks. “I’m sorry I scared you…But I wasn’t gonna…do that, you know. You worry too quickly, Jisung. And sometimes I wonder if it’s okay to worry alone.” Minho brushed his thumb delicately across Jisung’s skin. 

Jisung melted by his touch, and he let his head rest back on Minho’s chest, feeling the way it moved up and down as Minho caught his breaths. The air gave him all the oxygen Minho needed to settle his racing heart down. Jisung can hear it, the way Minho’s heart raced. It was a delightful, most splendid sound he’s ever heard before. Jisung couldn’t believe he could actually hear Minho’s heart over everything. He wanted to hear that sound forever. He wanted this to last forever. It was everything Jisung wanted, he was just an idiot for not realizing it sooner. For not letting himself admit it because of everything people would say about them. But…it’s not like they have to know, right? 

Just keep it a secret. 

They can be a secret, until they’re ready to announce it to the world. 

In the end, it’s their happiness. No one else’s. 

Jisung took a deep breath, and he removed himself from Minho. Minho watched as Jisung stood up and gave him his hand. Minho grabbed it, and Jisung helped him out even though Minho really didn’t need it. It was just an excuse to touch his hand, or hold it like they are now. 

Minho stared into Jisung’s eyes as their hands stayed interlocked. Minho’s eyes glanced down at Jisung’s lips, and he licked his lips at the sight. But, he composed himself and returned back to looking straight into Jisung’s gorgeous eyes. 

Jisung opened his mouth to speak, and he glanced down at the ground as he knew he couldn’t stare into Minho’s eyes while confessing his true love. “Minho…” Jisung started, earning Minho to hum in response as he already knew where this was heading. Minho’s eyes stayed fixated on the nervous brunette in front of him. “Lee Know-hyung…” 

“Just call me Minho,” Minho had whispered in, a smile tugging at the end of his lips. Jisung could only glance for a split second before averting his gaze shyly. 

“Minho-hyung…” His way of saying that made Minho’s heart race even more. At this point, Minho wondered when his heart would eventually have to stop from all the excitement leveled inside him. Gosh, he hopes he doesn’t faint right here and then when Jisung is finally about to confess. It’ll be embarrassing if he did. 

“Minho-hyung, I fucking love you,” Jisung finally said, his voice coming in faint for a second before he regained his voice by speaking a little more louder than he planned to sound. Minho’s ears flushed pink, and he felt his body tingly all over. Jisung’s face was flushed as well when he admitted his feelings, and he could barely focus his eyes on Minho’s flawless face. Fuck, especially with that hair colored. 

Minho bubbled out a chuckle, and he was smiling heavenly at Jisung. He couldn’t stop his excitement, and his smile only grew bigger, his laugh only sounded more livelier. Minho’s laugh was hard to resist looking at, and Jisung found himself staring unbelievably at Minho, his nervousness being completely forgotten when his eyes landed on him. Minho’s face was like a child who was being taken to a park, it was the most precious thing Jisung had ever laid eyes on. 

Was this how a happy ending felt like? 

Cause god it was the best feeling in the world. 

Why was sadness even created? They couldn’t seem to know at the moment. 

Jisung found himself grabbing Minho’s neck and leaning him down so he could kiss his lips. Smooth and steady, Jisung melted Minho’s lips. Or, they melted into each other. It was a quick but passionate kiss, Jisung pulled away as he was the one who pulled him in. Jisung stared into Minho’s dazzling eyes, and Minho into Jisung’s starry eyes. 

Minho smiled, his plearly whites showing. Jisung smiled as well, I mean—how could he not? When such a ethereal face was staring at him like he was the only fucking human in the world? Minho was completely utterly in love. What are those idiots called? Oh, idiots in love. Yes. Something like that. 

There was strong wind at that moment, it was a cold day that day. And Jisung wasn’t wearing anything but a shirt and pants, and he still felt warm despite it all. They both felt warm despite everything else. Their hearts were on fire, inferno, an inferno but delicate love. Their love for each other is one of a kind. And as cheesy and cliche as it sounds, they were exactly the type of relationship you’d read in a fairytale. Or I don’t know, maybe they were living in a fairytale. 

Minho kissed Jisung’s cheek, making Jisung chuckle idiotically like a loverboy. Minho whispered, very softly, and secretly near Jisung’s ear: “I love you so fucking much Han Jisung. I always have since the beginning.”