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Jisung licks the sugar around his mouth, brings the back of his hand up to lick the sugar there too. He finished his cupcake and all that is left of it is the cherry frosting coating his lips and skin and tongue. Minho gave him that cupcake. He left it on Jisung’s desk right before he left and after sitting on the edge of Jisung’s bed for twenty minutes talking about how he’s been spending too much money. Jisung had nodded and agreed – college students should never spend too much, a lesson that Jisung, a fresh-faced freshman, was still learning.
After Minho left, Jisung didn’t touch the cupcake immediately. He scooted down to the edge of his dorm bed and curled himself in the warm spot Minho made. He let himself imagine how it would feel to curl up like this on something warmer, like Minho’s lap. The bed then cooled, so he sat up and reached for the cupcake. It was chocolate with thick, pink swirls almost equal in size to the cake it frosted. He plucked the maraschino off and placed it between his teeth. He didn’t bite down, not yet. He wanted to hold it there. When he deemed it time, he punctured the cherry membrane and watched as a spurt of red juice landed on his floor. He ate the rest of the cupcake like that – slowly, messily. Thoughts of Minho drizzled into his mind, near-hallucinations of the older boy taking a napkin and wiping up the mess on Jisung’s floor, on his mouth.
But Minho is halfway into his statistics class right now, and even if he isn’t, he wouldn’t clean him up. He has no reason to.
Jisung laps up the last bits of sweetness with his tongue and tosses the cupcake wrapper into the trash can. He lays down on his bed and makes a promise with himself that in ten minutes, he will do two things. He will go to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and he will pick Minho up from class and tell him how much he wants to curl up on his lap.