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Han Jisung is cute.
It's not that Minho's stupidly obsessed and in love with his boyfriend—because he is, and he makes sure everyone knows that he is on a daily basis. But that's besides the point.
The point is, Han Jisung is cute.
He's cute when he's all wrapped up in Minho's clothes because he gets cold and tries (but fails) to sneak them out of Minho's wardrobe. Which, in reality, it's as much as Jisung's wardrobe as it is Minho's. He took the liberty of making it his when they first moved into their shared dorm two years ago, even though his own wardrobe is more spacious than Minho's. And Minho let him. Of course he did. Whatever his princess wants, his princess gets.
Jisung's cute as he is right now, all slumped against Minho as they watch a movie. Both of them lying on the couch after a long day at the company. Minho's right arm is cramping where Jisung's body is resting on it, but he wouldn't dare to move. His boyfriend is comfortable, and cute, and his cheeks puff out when he hides food in between them, just like a baby hamster would.
And not for the first time Minho wonders how someone can look like that without even trying.
He huffs, endeared and annoyed at the same time. Jisung laughs at whatever stupid joke the characters in the screen just made, and Minho thinks he's adorable. Jisung cuddles further into Minho's arms, making the sweetest little content noises, and Minho thinks he's the most precious thing to have ever graced this earth, even when his arm has gone numb by now. The urge to kiss Jisung grows stronger every second, to pepper his face with love, adoration. As well as the urge to eat him.
Hm… He'll save that thought for later.
"What's wrong?" Jisung mumbles sleepily when Minho's arms tighten around him involuntarily. His voice is deep, the kind that lulls everyone in, unused for what feels like hours but really, it's just been one.
Somehow, and he doesn't know how, Minho's made it this long without combusting.
He hums, feeling his own heartbeat race. His thumb rubs slow circles into the back of Jisung's free hand before he realizes what he's doing. He smiles, hopelessly gone. "Nothing," he murmurs. "You're just cute."
Jisung giggles softly, sitting up enough to leave the snack he was munching on on the coffee table. He comes back seconds later, cuddling back into Minho's lap before Minho gets the chance to complain about the lack of warmth. Minho hugs him tighter.
"I'm not even doing anything," Jisung says, turning his head around and resting his cheek on Minho's shoulder so they can hold eye contact.
The movie still plays in the background, dialogue bleeding into meaningless noise, replaced by the soft sound of their synced breathing.
Minho shrugs as best as he can with Jisung's head on his shoulder. An attempt to stay nonchalant, which he knows he fails when he opens his mouth. "You don't really have to do anything to be cute, you just are," he says, not caring how sappy he sounds, or how his eyes have probably formed heart-shapes by now. Or how if any of the members were here, they would be roasting him left and right for how soft he gets.
Like Jisung, for example. "Hyung, that was the sappiest, gayest thing I've ever heard you say." he says, but he's smiling, the faintest shade of pink blooming high on his cheeks.
Minho smiles triumphantly. Making Jisung blush is one of his greatest accomplishments in life. "But it's working if it got you blushing like this." He pokes Jisung's cheek gently.
"You're the worst," Jisung huffs out, playfully smacking Minho's hand away.
Catching his wrist with one hand, Minho pulls Jisung closer. He licks his own lips slowly. Smirks when he catches the moment Jisung's eyes fall. Like this, he can feel Jisung's breath on his cheeks, growing heavier with each minute. Close enough that if he turned his head just a little, their lips would touch.
"Am I really?" He asks, voice high and teasing, the way he knows Jisung loves.
"Mhm," is all Jisung manages to let out before he surges forward. But Minho's faster, tilting his head to the side and dodging Jisung's predictable move. His lips end up colliding with Jisung's cheek instead.
Jisung whines. "Hyung… Kiss me."
Smiling against Jisung's cheek, Minho kisses him again. "I am kissing you," he whispers before leaving another kiss, this time on his jaw.
"You know what I mean."
Minho does know. But instead of giving in to Jisung's demands, he nibbles at Jisung's skin tenderly, coaxing a tiny whimper from the younger's mouth.
Yeah, he's definitely eating him later.
"You're just so cute," Minho says, breathless, now peppering his boyfriend's face with enough kisses to last him a lifetime. "I can't resist you."
He continues leaving small, wet kisses across Jisung's face; on his cheeks, his nose, the furrow of his eyebrows, his eyelids… Jisung lets him, squirming a little in his lap, but knowing he'll get what he wants if he doesn't complain.
By now, Minho knows all of Jisung's secrets; when he gets bratty and talkative, he's looking for punishment, for Minho to take him to bed and make him cry until he's out of breath and begging Minho to stop.
But when he's quiet like this, taking all of Minho's kisses without a complaint, he's waiting for a reward. Because he knows if he stays still, he'll get that praise he's so looking for.
Minho smiles. He's trained him so well.
"Good boy," he praises, holding Jisung's waist tighter. "My prettiest baby." Jisung shivers at the compliment, body going pliant in Minho's arms. Gently, Minho pulls away, not before leaving a last lingering kiss on the tip of Jisung's nose. When he looks up, his boyfriend's glassy eyes are already staring at him. He moves one hand so he can hold Jisung's chin softly in between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you think you deserve that reward now?"
Jisung nods.
"What do you say, baby?"
"Please, hyung," Jisung whispers, swaying closer to Minho's face despite the grip Minho has on him, as if he's incapable of controlling himself.
Satisfied with those words, Minho doesn't waste any more time. He finally stops teasing and leans in, pressing his lips to Jisung’s in a slow, sweet kiss. He traps Jisung’s bottom lip between his teeth, pulling slightly and eliciting a tiny gasp. He grins, and goes in for another kiss.
The hand that gripped Jisung's chin now travels to his nape, nails digging slightly into his skin, applying gentle pressure. The effect is instant: Jisung melts against him completely. Soft, content hums escape both of them as their lips meet again and again, like that’s all the reward either of them needed.
When they part, it’s slow enough that Minho has to resist chasing his mouth back.
"Bed?" Jisung's eyes are glowing, and he sounds breathless, as if he just ran a marathon.
Minho laughs quietly, bumping his forehead against Jisung's to catch his own breath. "Finish the movie first."
"But, hyung!"
"Ah-ah. Movie first, bed later."
An adorable pout rests on Jisung's lips at that, but Minho kisses it away. In a second, Jisung's smiling and blushing again, and he settles back into Minho's arms as if nothing happened.
The movie ends somewhere between Minho’s fingers absentmindedly combing through Jisung’s hair and Jisung falling half-asleep against his chest. The credits roll quietly, forgotten.
“Hyung,” Jisung murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
Minho looks down at him, smiling so softly. “Yeah, baby?”
“You said… bed later.”
Minho chuckles, pressing a kiss into Jisung’s hair. “I did.”
He shifts carefully, ignoring the protest from his numb arm as he stands, scooping Jisung up before he can complain. Jisung squeaks, arms wrapping around Minho’s neck on instinct. Laughter spills out of him, making Minho's heart swell.
“I could’ve walked!” Jisung protests.
“I know,” Minho says easily. “But you’re cute.”
Jisung groans, burying his face into Minho’s shoulder to hide his smile. Minho hears a tiny "I hate you" and he smiles, knowing quite well all of his boyfriend's tactics.
When they get to the bedroom, Minho drops Jisung gently onto the mattress, watching softly as Jisung's eyes flutter open. A yawn escapes Jisung's lips before he can cover his mouth with his hands.
Minho giggles. "Weren't you the one begging me to take you to bed?" he teases.
"I knooow," Jisung whines, quickly getting comfortable under the covers and settling down on the pillow. He makes grabby hands at Minho. "But 'm tired, and you're warm. Cuddle me."
And Minho obeys easily. Just like that. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, getting under the covers himself and wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist. Chest to back.
Jisung hums low in his throat, intertwining their fingers. “You love me.”
A soft smile, then a whisper. “Yeah, I do.” Minho presses a gentle kiss to Jisung’s neck. Inhales the sweet smell of Jisung’s body wash and closes his eyes.
There's nothing Minho could ever deny to a cute Han Jisung.