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“I’m sorry, Jisungie. I wish hyung could fix it,” Minho placates. That’s another thing their friends constantly make fun of him for – always coming to Jisung’s rescue. When Jisung has a problem, Minho fixes it.
Suddenly, Jisung sits up, looking at Minho with something unreadable in his eyes. Minho’s hand falls out of his hair and into Jisung’s lap instead. It’s warm.
“Hyung,” Jisung says very seriously. He scoops Minho’s hand up in both of his own. Minho has always loved the fact that here, only here, Jisung is bigger than him. He noticed it for the first time in high school, when Jisung was pulling him through a crowd after a concert. Minho is taller than him, and broader, but something about holding Jisung’s hand makes him feel small. Taken care of. “What if you could?”
Minho blinks once. Twice. Three times. Jisung stares down at him, waiting for him to process. When Minho can’t possibly think of how he could be assistance, he asks “what do you mean?”
“Fuck me,” Jisung says simply.