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“Do you really think that we are soulmates, Jisungie?” Minho looked at Han with stars reflecting in his eyes. They were drowning in the depth of his gaze and shattering on the edge of the universe. He was devilishly handsome and it was so unfair because Han couldn’t look away. He was mesmerized and it was so unfair that beautiful, incredible, kind and charismatic Lee Minho was just his friend. And at that moment Jisung’s drunk mind understood that he fucked up so badly. Because it wasn’t just a sympathy. He didn’t just think that Minho was gorgeous and a good friend — he thought that Minho was the only person in the whole ass universe that could get Jisung without any words and be here with him forever.
“Sure, hyung” He laughed as he looked at Minho with a shy smile. He called him his soulmate maybe a few times before, but never would he think that Minho would remember it. That he would be serious about it and ask questions, but Minho was always so unpredictable.
“Don’t you think so?” Jisung crawled on top of Minho and laid his head on his chest and cuddled him with both hands.
Soon after that he felt the touch at the curve of his hair where Minho’s fingers scratched at his scalp and it made Jisung breathe deeply. He was so weak for Minho, so wanting and demanding, he was ready to break himself a little more so that he could be in this exact moment for forever.
“I do” Minho looked at the sky with a small smile and laughter in his eyes. The beer that they drank was drying of his lips making them watery and more noticeable. Oh God, Jisung fucked up so bad. “But how do you feel about it?”
“About what?”
Jisung curiously looked him in the eyes and maybe it was the moment when his soul decided that yes, it’s him, forever him. Because who else outside of Minho would ask these questions and look so freaking cute and hot at the same time that Jisung’s brain would broke for a few minutes.
It was so hard to focus on something else than his pretty hyung’s lips that he wanted to kiss so badly, and Oh My God, he cuddled him too.
“About being my soulmate?”
Jisung would never think that someone this pretty would look at him. But Minho did. He did it so many times that now they are stuck together for three years and they don’t plan on ditching their friendship.
Right. Friendship.
“I feel lucky” Jisung looks at Minho with confidence that was boosted by the beer and yes, he is shy, but he knows that Minho is shyer in every other aspect, except dancing, so he should feel confident. “You are incredible hyung and I feel lucky that I know you and you know me and we know us”
Minho tilted his head back with laughter exposing his red neck and Jisung wanted to run his tongue over it so badly, to taste Minho, to know what he liked and what he didn't like. What touches made him uncomfortable and what touches made him see heaven. He wanted to search, to draw the map all over his body, to touch and feel and do so many other things.
But what can he do? They are friends. Well established best friends. They are not in love. At least not one of them.
“Shut up” Minho kissed the back of his head and sighed heavily “Sometimes I feel like…”
Jisung curiously looked at him. Drunk Minho was more open about what he felt but it was still hard for him. For people like Jisung, words popped and collided in his brain, making him say it or write it. But for Minho they are hidden and reaching them is a hard game and Jisung knows it. So he patiently waits for an answer.
“Sometimes I feel like I was made for you.” He says with a soft smile on his lips.
Oh. Oh.
It is a lot to comprehend.
“You are so unique, Jisungie” he says again shortly after. “You are an amazing human being and I know that you don’t think it is true but it is” he softly puts his palms on Jisung’s puffed cheeks. “You are everything for me”
And maybe Jisung is selfish. Maybe he is weird and he shouldn’t have done it, but Minho was so close, he was so pretty and he said those words that made Jisung’s stomach flip and he knew he didn’t hold a chance against this. Because at that moment it was so clear that Jisung didn’t have a crush on Minho. He loved him.
Loved him so purely and so highly, that some people would call it pathetic. And he didn’t have the strength to be smart because his face was already moving and Minho didn’t say anything. For a second his hands left his cheeks and moved to the back of his head and there it was — the kiss.
Jisung kissed a bunch of people. He kissed his girlfriend in high school, he kissed his best friend because he didn’t know how, he kissed those guys and girls at parties, he kissed his mother on cheeks when she asked him and he kissed Hyunjin before his date with Seungmin because Hyunjin was terrified of it.
But Minho. Oh.
Minho kissed him hard and desperate like he wanted him. It was like Jisung was the only star in the sky that Lee Minho cared about, the only star in his universe and it was so magical. Because Jisung couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t move and he certainly could not think. Because kissing Minho felt like heaven. It felt like every problem in this world shattered and vanished underneath his soft touches and small breaths. It was so right that Jisung couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Minho's collar.
“Baby” Minho murmured, kissing his neck with his hands all over Jisung’s body. He was everywhere, his smell was all over him and Jisung couldn’t think straight. There was hardly an inch between them and Jisung was choking on this.
“Baby, what are you doing to me?” Jisung was not proud of how needy he felt when Minho grabbed his thigh. He was so desperate for kisses and touches and Minho was so close, and he was answering, so, what could Jisung do?
“Please, hyung, kiss me” he begged without embarrassment because it was Minho. His sweet and lovely hyung.
“Everything you want” They kissed and it was so fulfilling and desperate that Jisung forgot his own name.
And maybe after that they were supposed to meet reality and talk and settle everything, but it was not important at all when Minho’s hands were the only things that mattered for Han. And it was good. So good.
So fucking good…