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"Hyungieeee, I'm hungry." Jisung whined, burying his head in Minho's shoulder.
Minho fondly rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone to open the delivery app.
It was a long day full of schedules and they were finally at their shared dorm. Being roommates was still a new thing. Yet it felt like they'd been doing this forever when they came home and Minho plopped down on the couch after turning on the tv and Jisung plopped himself over Minho and pulled him into a cuddle.
"What do you want?" Minho asked.
"Mm.. I waa craving Kimbap earlier.. But I want to eat a hamburger too... But I'm also kinda craving Ramyeon? Oh but chicken sounds so nice too. And soup. Ugh."
"Okay."
"Huh what do you mean okay? I just said like five different things."
Minho shrugged. "I ordered all of it."
Jisung sat up and stared at Minho, mouth wide open.
"You.. You're crazy!"
"Wha- You're the one who wanted those things!" Minho replied, defensively.
Jisung bit back a smile. "I was just- How can I eat it all?"
"We'll eat it together."
"I uh.. I mean obviously but its still so much?"
"Don't underestimate your Hyung, Jisungah."
He did not in fact underestimate his Hyung. They were full and there was still more than half of each dish left, except for the soup.
"Min, I can't eat anymore." Jisung said, dropping his spoon.
"Me neither."
"I told you its too much! Pabo." Jisung huffed.
Minho smiled and poked Jisung's cheek.
"We can just store it and eat it later, quokka."
Jisung pouted as Minho got up to store the leftovers and wash the dishes.
"I'll help-" Jisung started but Minho interrupted him. "No need, I'll do it. You need to rest."
"So do you." Jisung mumbled once Minho was in the kitchen.
He tried to keep his eyes open but eventually fell asleep to the sound of clattering dishes and Minho humming to twillight.
The next morning Jisung woke up in his bed. His face flushed as he realized Minho must have carried him here. He screamed into his pillow like a lovesick fool.
He had been in love with Minho for so long. Ever since he first saw him, he felt something like a magnetic pull. He was convinced they were soulmates, there would be no other explanation for the way they were so drawn towards each other.
Yet, he never confessed to Minho. And neither did he. At times, Jisung doubted himself. Did Minho even reciprocate his feelings? Why didn't he confess if he did? These thoughts would keep him up all night more times than he'd admit.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it.
Other than the anxiety, fear of rejection, fear of losing his best friend and soulmate, he was also afraid of the industry. Would they ever be allowed to come out? Even if they did, so many people would never accept them and look at them as if they were doing something wrong.
He blinked away the tears that had formed in his eyes. The next moment, Minho walked into his room with a breakfast tray and he felt like bursting into tears.
"F-for me?" Jisung asked, blushing all over his body.
"Mhm, you seemed so tired.. Are you sure you're not sick? Why are you so red?" Minho said, frowning as he placed his hands on Jisung's forehead and cheeks to check his temperature. Jisung was sure he'd gotten even redder.
"Maybe, I should make some soup.."
"Hyungie! There's no need for that, you're tired, too. And why didn't you just bring the leftovers for breakfast?"
"We can have that for lunch. It isn't exactly breakfast material, now, is it?"
"Hmm.." Jisung took a bite of the french toast. "Yum. You know we didn't even bother with all this in the old dorm. We'd just eat cereal if we ever woke up this early." Jisung explained, giggling.
Minho shook his head fondly. "Well, Jagi.. It's a good thing you have me, now."
Jisung's heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah. I have you." He whispered.
Minho ruffled his hair. "Finish it and freshen up. I'm going for my morning run."
Jisung nodded. "Okay. See you."
"See you soon." Minho replied, smiling.
He got up from the bed and paused as if he was contemplating something. He bit his lip and looked at Jisung. Jisung raised his eyebrows. Then, Minho just shook his head and ruffled Jisung's hair once again before he left.
"What a weird Hyung." Jisung commented, cheeks stuffed with french toast.
"Guests have arrived!" Jisung heard Hyunjin say in his bedroom. He paused his documentary and went out to greet him, only to see he'd brought Changbin along.
"Hello, newlyweds, what's up?" Minho teased.
"Oh nothing much, old married couple." Changbin threw back, smirking as Minho rolled his eyes.
I wish. Jisung thought.
"Anyway.. Binnie Hyung and I were going out on a date and thought hey wouldn't it be fun if it was a double date? So, here we are."
Jisung blinked several times, a habit he'd picked up from Minho. He glanced at Minho who seemed to be very calmly setting up the kitchen as if Hyunjin had said something completely normal that wasn't making Jisung’s heart race.
"Earth to Jisung!" Hyunjin yelled in his ear.
Jisung shrieked and pushed him away. Hyunjin burst into giggles as he fell over.
"Pabo." Minho grumbled.
"Hyung, did you just learn the word pabo? I swear you've said it like 10 times since yesterday." Jisung whined.
"Not my fault you all are stupid."
"Yah, don't forget you're part of paboracha." Hyunjin exclaimed.
"At least, I'm not the leader." Minho replied, smiling.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes.
"So are you two in or not?" Changbin asked, bringing them back to the topic of the "double date".
"Whatever Jisungie decides." Minho replied, shrugging.
Jisung bit his lip. He wanted to stay home but.. Something about the fact that they called it a double date and Minho didn't correct it made him say yes.
So he found himself at some italian restaurant, Changbin and Minho arguing over which pasta tastes better.
"Yah, just order both!" Hyunjin yelled, fed up.
"But that's a waste, we can't finish it all!" Changbin replied.
"Yeah, Jisungie and I already have lots of leftovers from yesterday!" Minho added.
"How about we play rock paper scissor to decide?" Jisung suggested.
"You know what, fine." Changbin said.
Minho ended up losing and he pouted all the time until their food arrived.
"Hyungie, come on. It's delicious." Jisung said as he watched Minho toy with his pasta. He took his fork and raised it towards Minho's mouth. "Open up!"
Ears turning red, Minho opened his mouth aand allowed himself to be fed by Jisung. Changbin was smirking and Hyunjin made a face of disgust.
"And they say they aren't dating." Hyunjin muttered. Not that Minho or Jisung heard. They were too busy in their own world.
"Oh my, I'm so full!" Jisung whined as Minho unlocked their door.
"That's no one's fault but your own, Jagi." Minho replied, smiling, as he tucked Jisung's hair behind his ear.
Jisung was sure he looked like a tomato
Minho walked inside the dorm like what he did was completely normal. Like Jisung wasn't going crazy inside.
"Come on, now. Wash up and go to bed. We've schedule tomorrow." Minho called out, making Jisung finally move from the spot he'd been stuck at.
After washing up, he went to Minho's room.
"Jagiya?"
"Hmm, what happened, Jisungie?"
"Uh.. I.. Can I sleep here?" Jisung asked, looking towards the floor.
"Sure." Minho answered, pushing himself to one side of his bed, making room for Jisung.
Jisung bit his lip and laid down besides Minho.
He turned to face Minho, only to realise Minho had already been facing him and looking at him with a weird intense look in his eyes.
"Hyung?" Jisung whispered. Minho placed a finger on his lip.
Jisung's entire body shivered. He involuntarily let out a noise close to a whimper.
Minho smirked and pressed his finger more.
Jisung took the opportunity to lick at the finger, catching Minho by surprise. Minho's mouth formed an 'O' and he snapped his finger away as if it had been burnt.
"Gross."
Jisung raised an eyebrow.
"You're gross." He replied, pouting.
"I mean if you wanted to lick me that badly, you could've asked."
Jisung's eyes widened.
Minho smirked.
"Okay then." Suddenly, feeling a rush of confidence, Jisung leaned into Minho's ear.
"Can I lick you, Hyung-nim?" he whispered and saw Minho's ears turn red.
"Jisung-ah. Don't start something you can't finish." He whispered, body tensing up.
"Who said I can't finish?" Jisung gave Minho's ear a kitten lick. "And you're the one who started it. Hyung."
Minho put his hands on Jisung's waist.
"Han Jisung. You're driving me crazy."
"Not as crazy as you drive me, Linoring." Jisung replied and leaned in into Minho's neck.
He could feel Minho's grip tighten on his waist as he licked a stripe on his neck.
"Fuck." Minho whispered.
"We'll get to that, too. Aren't you going a bit fast, Jagi?" Jisung replied. He had no idea where all of this confidence had come from. Maybe it was the one sip he took from Hyunjin's beer earlier.
"Han-ah. Are you.. You're not drunk, right?"
"Yah, I just had a sip!"
"That's enough for you." Minho deadpanned, earning a slap on his chest from Jisung.
"But seriously.. Are you.. Do you realise what you're doing?" Minho asked.
Jisung nodded.
"And are you completely sure you want to.. do this?"
Jisung rolled his eyes. "Yes, Hyung. I know what I'm doing and I'm sure. Now, quit stalling and kiss me, alr-"
Jisung was shut up by Minho's lips on his. He smiled and kissed back enthusiastically.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Minho said, breathlessly, between the kiss.
"I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw you." Jisung confessed, breaking the kiss.
"Are you kidding me? We could've been doing this all along?" Minho whined, as his hands travelled under Jisung's shirt.
"I uh- I mean not really.. I don't think I had the confidence to do this before. To be honest, I'm still scared as fuck about what will happen when everyone finds out.."
"Jagiya. You don't need to worry about that. As long as Hyung's here, you don't have to worry about anything."
Jisung blinked away the tears forming in his eyes.
"I.. I love you, Minho."
He couldn't stop the tears and buried his head in Minho's neck.
"Jagi.. Don't cry, look at me." Minho grabbed his face in his hands and made him look up. He gently wiped away Jisung's tears.
"I love you more than you can ever imagine." Minho replied, smiling.
Another tear escaped Jisung's eyes.
"Quit crying, you little baby." Minho giggled.
Jisung pouted.
"I'm not a little baby."
"You literally are. You're a baby. And you're small. So you're a little baby. My little baby." Minho replied and squeezed Jisung’s cheeks.
Jisung whined so Minho kissed his cheeks, making him blush for the billionth time that night.
"Fine. Then you're a big baby."
Minho giggled and kissed Jisung's nose.
"Okay."
They kissed some more and then fell asleep, cuddling.
They didn't know what would happen when everyone found out. All they knew was that they had each other, no matter what.