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Sometimes the world was so big. Yawning wide open in front of them. Touring to countries they'd never been before, hearing cheers in new languages. Spanish, Portugese, Dutch. It was hard to even believe how big they'd grown.
But sometimes it was nice to remember they weren't just Stray Kids. They were just eight men who had been friends since they were teenagers with braces and bad attitudes. When Chan was still scary and a little mean. Sometimes it was nice to have a night when the world could be small again. No bigger than Changbin and Hyunjin's living room.
"I love you guys." Jisung cheered, listing heavily into Seungmin's side.
"Oh my god," Seungmin groaned, "Jisung's had half a beer and he's ready to profess his undying love again."
"Aww. Be nice. Jisung is an affectionate drunk, yeah?" Hyunjin asked, pressing a quick peck onto Jisung's cheek.
Jisung turned his head, chasing Hyunjin's lips with his own. A chorus of laughter hit him at the same time Hyunjin's fingers pushed him away. He pouted.
"Oh my god," Seungmin said.
The pout melted off Jisung's face when Minho turned around, finger still poked into Chan's dimple, a mischievous smile on his face. Minho was so handsome. There couldn't ever, ever, have been anyone more handsome than his hyung. He was so tall, and so broad. So pretty. And cute. All flushed pink from drinking, giggling more than usual. High pitched and free.
He loved Minho's giggle.
Minho smiled at him.
Jisung loved Minho.
"Come on Hannie, time to dance." Minho wiggled his eyebrows and swayed Chan's body with his own, which caused Jeongin to sway too. A cute little chain reaction that had Jisung cooing under his breath.
He dragged Hyunjin over with him by the arm he still had slung around his neck. Seungmin escaped somewhere outside of his line of sight. He could only see Minho and his sparkly eyes and Chan dangling between him and Jeongin.
"Of course you go running when Minho-hyung calls," Hyunjin whispered into his ear.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Hyunjin squeezed his left peck before Jisung could respond properly.
"Ahh!" He gasped and whined, slapping clumsily at Hyunjin's shoulder.
"Don't pretend that you don't love it," Changbin said.
Changbin snaked a hand forward and squeezed his chest too. He yelped and tried to pull away but was stopped by Felix grabbing the other side.
"Ahh! Stop, it hurts!" Jisung whined. "Stop."
"Guys," Chan said.
Jisung guessed he was trying to sound authoritative but he broke off into a giggle and ruined it.
"Enough! Time to dance," Minho said. His saviour. Jisung blew him a kiss.
"Ugh." Seungmin turned away with his emerald green bottle in hand. "I can't be around those two while they edge each other. I'm—"
Seungmin cut off sharply as Changbin curled a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into their circle. Seungmin settled easily between Changbin and Felix after that, eyes a little hazy. Jisung snorted.
"I'm the problem?" He said, poking a finger into his own chest. It took him two tries. "You brick up every time—"
"Dancing!" Minho called, wrapping an arm around Jisung's shoulders and pulling him into his side.
Completely free of Hyunjin's wandering hands Jisung tucked himself into his hyung's side, tilting his head back to look at him. The light of their little secret shone in Minho's eyes like starlight. Jisung giggled.
Minho leaned to whisper in his ear. "Stop looking at me like that bug, everyone is going to figure it out."
Minho's whispers always made him shudder, especially when accompanied by his hot breath on his ear. He had to bite his lip to stop from whimpering.
"I'm looking at you the way I always do," he whispered back.
"Yeah, you are." Minho's voice was more intoxicating than the beer.
He put his own hand on Minho's waist and squeezed. "Stop flirting with me if you want to keep it a secret."
Jisung slapped Minho's chest when he only shrugged in return. He wanted to hit his shoulder, but his arm seemed a little sluggish. He stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out when he'd taken his hoodie off.
"When are you two going to sort your shit out? I can't believe-"
"Shots!" Seungmin cut Jeongin off. "If I have to stare at them being like that," Seungmin gestured vaguely towards Minho and Jisung, "then I need shots."
He looked flushed, Changbin's bulky arm wrapped over his shoulders keeping him in check. Jisung rolled his eyes, but dutifully took a chug of soju as the bottle was passed to him. It left his lips tingling and eyes watering. Almost immediately transforming his tipsy clumsiness into a floaty feeling.
Minho wrapped his hand around the bottle while it was still pressed to his lips. He blinked at Minho's pretty face, his arm going lax and releasing the bottle entirely into his hyung's grip. Minho smirked, the kind that raked through his insides and left him feeling like he'd just stepped off a rollercoaster. Legs a little weak.
Minho pulled the bottle free of the seal of his lips, leaving them horribly empty. He stared dumbly as Minho took his own swig, his adam's apple bobbing. Jisung ran the back of his hand over his mouth to catch the stray drop of soju that rolled down his lip. Definitely soju.
"Sungie is two drinks in and he needs his kisses, look at him," Felix said.
Jisung nodded slowly. "Yeah…"
"Stay away from me this time," Jeongin said.
But it was okay, Jisung only had eyes for Minho. His pretty face and his stupid smirking mouth. He curled as tightly as he could under Minho's arm, preening a little when Minho's large hand spread across his waist. Jisung sighed happily, tiny and safe floating in Minho's embrace.
He was pulled into a horribly uncoordinated sway with the seven men he knew better than anyone else in the world. The entire world contained in the circle of their arms. He laughed, deep and rumbly until seven echoes joined him.
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"Shoey!" Felix screeched.
"No Felix, please. Not again—"
Chan's protest was immediately drowned out by Changbin, Hyunjin and Jeongin chanting. "Shoey, shoey, shoey!" They'd been the most keen adopters since Felix introduced the concept years ago.
Minho giggled, pressing the laugh into Jisung's temple. He licked the salty skin just to hear Jisung whine.
"Hyuuung."
Jisung drew out the vowels just the way Minho knew he would. The next giggle was out of his mouth before he could even think. His thoughts were delayed. A slow crash he could not halt, but ended at the same point anyway. Jisung. Always Jisung. He was just too cute.
Minho pulled Jisung towards the couch, ready to watch Seungmin gag down the shoey from a safe distance. He was still putting up a fight, but everyone knew you couldn't resist Felix for long once he got an idea in his head. Chan already had a look of resignation on his face as he reached for the shoe while Changbin strong-armed Seungmin into position for the next one.
Jisung giggled as he watched, only stopping when Minho pulled him down to the couch and a startled 'oof' fled his mouth instead.
"Shhhh, if you're too loud they'll remember about us and you'll be drinking beer out of Changbin's sweaty gym sneaker," Minho said.
Jisung wrinkled his nose at the prospect. The urge to tap the end of it was irresistible. Minho stretched his arm to boop it gently like he would with one of the cats. He pressed down on the folds Jisung's nose scrunch caused, smoothing the skin flat again. His insides melted as Jisung's face went lax.
"Careful Jisungie, you'll get wrinkles." Minho sunk deeper into the couch, his face warm when Jisung turned and blinked at him owlishly. He tugged on Jisung's hand until he was slumped into his side.
Jisung's eyes were enormous and all consuming. Too big and too round. Too sweet and endearing. Minho reached to cover them for his own sanity, but ended up missing, leaving his hand resting awkwardly on Jisung's forehead like he was checking for a fever.
Minho blinked, it felt hot under his palm but he couldn't tell if it was Jisung or himself.
Jisung licked his lips, entirely unconcerned about the press of Minho's hand to his forehead. His eyes sparkled.
"Hyung." Jisung said breathless, curling closer to Minho and grabbing a fist full of his shirt. The rumble of his voice reverberated pleasantly in Minho's chest. "Your voice is so pretty. It's so romantic."
Minho sighed, the fondness spilling out of his chest and tasting like somaek on his tongue. Sweet like Jisung's round face which was damp under his palm. Three drinks in and he glowed red from the tips of his ears down his neck, maybe lower too but his shirt blocked his chest from view.
Minho pouted and pawed at the neckline of his tee. "Jisungie."
"Hyung," Jisung licked his lips, "I mean it, your voice is so romantic."
Minho hummed, abondoning his efforts to reveal Jisung's chest and tucking some hair behind Jisung's ear. "Your face is romantic."
Jisung grinned, his round cheeks bunching up and swallowing his eyes. He chuckled, shoulders shaking and starlight spilling from his eyes. Minho's favourite galaxy.
"Hyung! That doesn't even make sense." Jisung pouted but he couldn't pretend to not like it. He could never suppress his joy. It shone from him like he was the sun, luminous and warming everyone around him.
"Sure it does," he said. He clumsily pinched Jisung's cheek, only grinning more when Jisung whined and shimmied his shoulders. "You have a very kissable face."
Jisung took three breaths before he spoke. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jisung grinned, lopsided and a little hazy. Still beautiful though, always so beautiful. He puffed up his chest, Minho could see his nipples through the white material. "Prove it."
"Oh," a mirror of Jisung's grin slowly spread across Minho's face, "how could I do that?"
He walked his fingers up Jisung's chest, pausing for a moment to rub at his perky nipples. Jisung bit his lip and sunk his nails into Minho's biceps. Minho stoked the flushed skin of Jisung's neck. The air between them heated.
Jisung curled into him tighter, raising his leg and starting to roll on top of him. Minho didn't need to brace for his weight, he was well adjusted to it. A comfortable press all along his body, even better when he was several drinks in and feeling floaty. Jisung's sweet body could hold him down to earth while his head drifted amongst the stars. He raised a hand to tuck more dark hair behind Jisung's ear, losing focus half way through and dragging his fingers down Jisung's flushed cheek instead.
The room beyond the star shine of Jisung's face swirled and blurred. Iyen and Hyunjin might have been dancing with Felix, but he wasn't sure. They were just smudges moving on the edges of his peripheral vision. There was nothing in the motion and noise that could pull his attention away from the man in his lap.
Jisung was playing lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck, nuzzling his face into his throat. Minho ran his hand along the inseam of Jisung's jeans to watch him squirm, stabilising him with a hand on his hip. Jisung huffed, pulling his face away from Minho's neck. His blood rushed south at the tipsy haziness in Jisung's eyes turned smoky.
"I don't know hyung. You're so smart." Jisung smirked, twirling blonde hair around his finger. "I'm sure you can think of something."
Minho hummed, watching in delight as Jisung pressed his face back down, landing more on his chest than his neck.
"It's like you're purring for me hyung." Jisung's words came out soju-slurred and muffled through his shirt. It was only long practice that made them discernible to Minho.
"Mmm of course I'm purring. I have a cute boy on my lap." Minho slipped his hands into the back pockets of Jisung's jeans.
However clumsy the beer and soju made him he found his favourite resting spot with perfect accuracy. He squeezed, giggling at Jisung's yelp.
"Hyung!" Jisung tried to slap his shoulder but missed hopelessly, listing into Minho's chest. They giggled about it, bumping foreheads.
Jisung looked so beautiful when he laughed, his whole face lit up with it. The tears that gathered on his lash line added to the shine of his eyes. Minho pulled him closer by his ass, his blood simmering when Jisung stretched and pressed into his hands like a cat in a sunbeam. He kissed a trail up Jisung's neck until he was close enough to bite his earlobe softly.
"What am I going to do with you, Jisungie?" he whispered in Jisung's ear.
Jisung hummed, pressing his heart shaped lips together to restrain a smile. It leaked out anyway, radiating across his body. The air practically hummed with it. Or maybe it was Changbin and Jeongin crooning somewhere in the void that existed outside of Jisung's orbit.
"Kiss me?" Jisung pleaded, rounding his eyes.
If the world wasn't syrupy slow due to the beer and soju Minho would think it was on purpose. But it was just Jisung. Perfectly made for Minho, his big sparkling eyes and lips shaped to fit his own.
Minho licked his lips. Jisung tracked the movement avidly, his mouth hanging open sweetly.
"Kiss you?" Minho hummed again, a noise of contentment. He couldn't stop with Jisung sitting on his lap and resting half his weight on his chest. It was all his dulled mind could come up with. There wasn't any words for the comfort of Jisung's warmth and weight against him. The way it made the crotch of his pants sit almost uncomfortably tight.
"Hyung," Jisung pouted, "I thought you said I was kissable?"
Minho nodded. "Very." He rubbed a thumb over Jisung's cheek, trailing it down to press onto the spot where his mole used to be. He pouted for a moment before leaning to peck the spot. "Extremely kissable." He pressed a kiss to the tip of Jisung's nose. "The most kissable."
"Hyung." Jisung sighed, stroking through Minho's hair.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something more, but the words stayed behind his teeth. A single tear rolled down Jisung's cheek that Minho caught with a thumb.
"Bug, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Jisung shook his head and pressed his forehead to Minho's like a cat. "You're so beautiful hyung. I'm—"
Minho kissed the words back into Jisung's mouth, cradling his head gently. Jisung melted against him, curling his arms around his neck. It was as familiar as pre-dawn wake up calls and all day dance practices. But it wasn't any less sweet or perfect for it.
Minho hummed kneading Jisung ass until he hummed back. They created a feedback loop of soft sounds and wet smacks as their tongues tangled.
Jisung pulled back slightly to gasp in some air. "Hyung—"
Minho pulled him back with a hand on his jaw, and another on his waist. He drew Jisung as close as he could and capture his lips again quickly.
Jisung made the sweetest sound, a shocked gasp that morphed into a mewl. Minho could listen to it forever, could drink it from his lips forever. He grabbed Jisung's ass again, grinding up into him until Jisung gave him another moan. Jisung pulled on Minho's bottom lip with his teeth, sliding off quickly, their lips too slick.
"Hyung please," Jisung whimpered.
Minho drew patterns in the damp skin of Jisung's lower back, rucking up his shirt to make as much skin on skin contact as possible. Jisung squirmed on his lap, his own hardness growing obvious as he moved and moaned quietly. He grabbed Jisung's waist and dug his nails in to hold him still, moaning into his mouth.
Jisung held his face still, keeping their lips separated. "Jagiya, I love you. So much. And you're so pret—" Jisung hiccuped, the flushed glow of his skin feverish hot.
"Shh bug. Jagi." Minho pressed his lips to Jisung's mouth, landing on his spit-wet chin. "We should go home."
Jisung nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, lets—"
"Oh my god. Get a room." Seungmin fake gagged. Maybe it was real, Hyunjin was next to him holding a dripping sneaker.
"Shut up. Wait." Felix flung his arms out, squeezing Chan's bicep on one side and Jeongin's on the other. From the way Chan winced it wasn't gentle. "That's not drunk Jisung kissing."
Jisung curled into Minho's chest, smirking. Minho loved him so much. He patted his ass in appreciation.
"Shut—" Hyunjin stumbled forward, tripping over his feet until Chan managed to grab him. "No way."
"Whats going on?" Chan asked, steadying Hyunjin as he dropped into a chair.
Changbin let out a deafening laugh, his face flushed. "Are you together?"
Seungmin groaned and fell into Hyunjin's lap, he took the green bottle out of Hyunjin's hands as he curled his arms around Seungmin's waist. He took a deep, dramatic, swig that left him coughing. Minho laughed.
"They're going to be fucking insufferable," Seungmin said.
"Well, are you?" Felix looked like a kid at Christmas.
"Hyung, you're hurting my arm." Jeongin broke Felix's grip gently despite the effort it obviously took. He held Felix's wrist, his long fingers wrapping around it easily and keeping Felix restrained. "Are you going to answer Minho-hyung? Jisung-hyung?"
Jisung left an arm wrapped around Minho's neck and used the other to push himself upright a little further. Minho hummed again looking at him, bright-eyed and smug.
"Well," Jisung tossed some hair out of his eyes, Minho's hands were too preoccupied on his ass to help. Jisung's smile grew to a grin and Minho found himself doing the same. "We live together."
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