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It wasn’t uncommon for Jisung to crawl into his bed at night these days. 

He remembered the first time he tiptoed into his room. He was half asleep, surprised when he felt someone slipping under the covers. He knew it was Jisung from the way his fingers clenched into the back of his shirt. He could feel his forehead pressed between his shoulder blades. 

They had a stressful practice earlier that day. The last few weeks had been difficult, with long working hours and not many breaks. Minho could see he was struggling and it was frustrating him. He tried to help him the best he could without being bossy, but sometimes he didn’t want help. He just needed to be left alone to figure it out on his own. Minho knew not to push him, letting his sullen mood go. He didn’t even wince when he snapped at him for trying to correct him. He knew he didn’t mean it.

He fell asleep before he could close his door. He felt him crawl in beside him. He kept quiet as he let him cuddle into him. Because he knew he just needed some silent comfort. He wasn’t good at apologizing, but he could feel his regret for taking it out on him earlier. And of course he forgave him. 

The two of them never really argued. He knew Jisung wasn’t upset with him, he was just having one of those days. They all had them. Minho respected that, knowing he would soften that shell of his at some point. He was patient and would wait for him to smile again, whenever he was ready to. 

He was warm, and he wasn’t sure if he could feel his shirt becoming damp or if he just imagined it. He ended up falling asleep soon after anyway. 

The next morning, Jisung was gone before he opened his eyes. He blushed when he sat next to him during practice later that day. He seemed more relaxed and less anxious. 

“I’m sorry…about last night.” He apologized, crossing his ankles with straight legs. He looked away from him, even though it was hard to do so with all the mirrors. 

“It’s cool.” Minho assured him with a smile, and Jisung just nodded. 

“I was just…I didn’t feel like being alone.” He explained himself, and Minho shook his head. 

“Yeah, I get it. I don’t mind, you know.” He took a swig of his water bottle as he wiped the sweat from his face. Jisung went to move as they were getting ready to practice again, but he caught his hand. 

“My door is always open, Jisung. Just so you know.” He told him, and he swore he saw a small blush dust his cheeks. 

“Thanks, hyung.” 

After that, it was a regular occurrence. Although, it wasn’t consistent. Sometimes, he would come back to back days. Other times, he wouldn’t come for weeks. 

But Minho was finding it hard to sleep at night, always waiting for him to slip through that crack in his door. Because he loved having him pressed up against his back, with his warmth and grabby fingers like Minho was the only thing keeping him grounded. He liked the way his soft breath blew against his skin. His gentle snores filled the room, and it comforted him. So when he didn’t show up some nights, Minho could feel his heart aching. When he did, he couldn’t stop his smile. 

Tonight Jisung felt like talking. He usually came earlier when he was in a chatty mood. He would come incredibly late when he just wanted Minho’s silent presence. He never pushed him. He gave Jisung whatever he needed. 

He let him control the conversation. If he wanted to talk, they would talk. If he wanted silence, then Minho obliged. 

“Do you ever feel lonely?” He asked, and Minho turned his head. They were both lying on their backs, with Jisung laying his head on the extra pillow he bought for him a few months ago. 

After that question, he knew this would be a deep thought night. Sometimes, he liked to ask things that weren’t easy to answer. But Minho tried to respond the best he could, giving him his raw thoughts, providing him with the true feelings inside his chest. He knew he craved to hear them. 

“Sometimes.” He spoke softly, knowing the others were trying to get some sleep. He could see Jisung bite his lip. “Do you feel lonely?” 

His eyes fluttered away, and he sighed.

“Sometimes.” He copied his response, and Minho was hoping he would continue. He wouldn’t push him, if that’s all he wanted to share. 

“I think that’s normal.” Minho offered his thoughts, and he could see that calmed him a little bit, providing him with that honest reassurance.  

“You think so?” 

“Yeah, why not?” He asked, silently praying that he would share his feelings. It wasn’t always easy to read him, which is what Minho found interesting about him. He looked forward to these evenings, learning more about those concepts inside his brain, finding out why he thought or felt certain ways. 

“Because I have the members, stay, my family, and everyone else who supports us. So isn’t it selfish to feel lonely?” He worried his lip with his teeth, and Minho turned his entire body now. 

“No. I get that way too. Sometimes I feel like no one really sees me, or gets it. I become hard on myself, and that can feel really lonely.” He admitted, and that made him smile gently. 

“I think sometimes, I wish I had someone who really cared about me. You know, someone who knows me deeply and personally and I think…I find myself really craving that to the point where I feel lonely.” 

“I care about you.” He offered him a grin, and that made him blush. 

He needed to shut up before he said anything else dangerous like that. 

But Jisung smiled gently at him. 

“I know you do. You always get me.” Jisung whispered then, and Minho felt his heart slam in his chest. He looked so cute as he smiled at the ceiling. Minho couldn’t take his eyes off him. He blinked at him, over and over, trying to get his pulse under control. 

He wanted to reach out, but he kept his twitching fingers at his side. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure what was too much. Because if he had it his way, he would wrap him up tightly, not letting go. Those feelings inside him were hard to control, but he couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable. So he bit his tongue, trying not to say something he might regret. He wouldn’t endanger what they had. He wanted his bed to be a safe space for him. He wanted to be his haven. He couldn’t let those feelings trample that. 

He watched him until his eyes closed, and he was taking in soft deep breaths. 

He really cherished these moments, having him so close. He knew that he was the only one that he poured his heart out to, and that made him feel incredibly special, but also extremely responsible. Because he knew that Jisung was sensitive, and he wanted to protect that smile of his. 

He never asked him why he decided not to visit him at night. Even when he went weeks without coming. He knew that Jisung dealt with his feelings in his own way, and the last thing Minho wanted was to overstep. 

He seemed reserved recently. He barely talked during practice. He wasn’t laughing as much as normal. Minho noticed only because that bright smile fueled him. He missed seeing it, and he couldn’t help sitting next to him as he ate his lunch by himself in the corner of the room. 

He couldn’t keep quiet. 

“Hey.” He called out, grabbing his attention. His cheeks were stuffed full of food, and a questioning glance was being thrown his way.

“What’s up?” He mumbled, swallowing it down with some water. 

“Nothing, I haven’t talked to you in a while so I was just saying hi.” Because even if they saw each other everyday, that didn’t mean they always conversed. 

That must have been the wrong thing to say, because now he looked sullen. That wasn’t his intention. 

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been busy.” He explained, and Minho wasn’t sure exactly what he had been busy with, but he wasn’t going to question it. 

“Can I have a bite?” He slid into the seat next to him, and he nodded enthusiastically. He made a dramatic satisfied noise as he took the chopsticks into his mouth. He felt successful as Jisung laughed a little bit. 

“Are you really that hungry? I can go get some more.” He offered, and Minho just shook his head. 

“Only if you’ll feed me.” He smirked, and Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“Why would you need me to do that?” He chuckled, and Minho just shrugged. 

“Because my arms are tired from working out yesterday. I really pushed myself too far.” He lied. Yesterday was leg day, but seeing Jisung contemplate feeding him made a smile pop onto his lips.  

“I guess I’d do it for you.” He agreed, and Minho opened his mouth, waiting for him to place more food against his tongue. 

“Thank you, Jisungie.” He spoke around the food he was chewing down. 

They continued to talk and laugh during their lunch break, and Minho felt pride in being able to bring him out of that quiet mood of his. He seemed a little more interactive now, smiling a little more too.

Minho laid awake hoping he would hear his door squeak open softly. It had been a while since he came to him, and he was hoping that earlier loosened him up a bit. 

It was already almost three in the morning, and he was about to give up, but he was startled out of his sleepiness as he heard the quiet pad of feet on his floor. 

He felt the covers move, and that warmth he craved was pressed up to his side. He was quiet. But he turned on his side, his eyes exhausted looking. 

“Hey.” Minho smiled at him, but Jisung didn’t smile back. Maybe tonight was a no talking night, and Minho didn’t mind in the slightest. If that’s what he wanted, then that’s what he would do. 

He pressed his forehead into his shoulder, and it took everything in him not to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. He looked so tiny and small cuddled up like he was. His knees tucked, and his hands under his cheek. 

“Hyung, are you mad at me?” He questioned suddenly, and Minho felt his heart stutter. He wasn’t sure why he was asking that, but he knew he had to tread carefully. 

“I could never be mad at you, Jisung.” He assured him. He would have caressed his cheek. He would have crushed him to his chest. But then he would hear his heart loud in his chest. He would potentially make him incredibly uncomfortable. So he just offered his words, keeping his hands to himself. 

“I wasn’t…ignoring you. I just wasn’t feeling well.” He continued, and he must have thought he approached him earlier because he was upset. He wasn’t mad, he just missed him. 

Jisung looked up slowly, and Minho felt his heart crack. He looked so worried, and he needed to fix that. 

“I know. I’m not mad, I promise.” He tried to sound soothing and as soft as possible. It must have worked, because that stress on his face had dissipated. 

It was quiet, and Minho knew that was the end of their conversation. He placed his fingers in his shirt, clutching tightly, and the next thing he knew those gentle breaths were in the air. 

Minho couldn’t help but card his fingers through his hair. He looked so soft, so sweet, so needy, and he couldn’t hold himself back. 

Jisung didn’t stir, if anything, his snoring got louder, and he looked even more peaceful. 

“I just want to go on vacation so bad.” He whispered, pouting a bit as he said it. Minho was happy he was here back to back days. He seemed more expressive, less reserved, and Minho really liked this side of Jisung.

Of course he loved every part of him. It didn’t matter what side he showed him, he would accept all he gave him. Whether he was laughing loudly with that beautiful heart shaped grin, or if he was only able to give him half a smile. Whether he cried into the back of his shirt at night, or if he was too overstimulated, causing a glare to form on his face without meaning it. 

Because this was Han Jisung. He was perfect in every way. And Minho knew he was falling for him, harder every single day. 

“Where do you want to go?” He asked, and Jisung drummed his fingers on his arms as they were crossed over his chest. 

“I really like Australia. I would love to go back with everyone.” He looked over at him, his eyes sparkling as he thought about it. That made a smile form on Minho’s lips and he turned to lay on his stomach. 

“That would be really fun.” He allowed himself to dream. Hoping to get that privacy as they danced and played on the beach. Getting to go places together. The thought alone had Minho grinning like a fool. 

“Where do you want to go? If you had to choose a place for vacation?” He asked curiously. And that was a great question, because he never really thought about it. He loved visiting home. He loved being with his cats. He liked being here, with Jisung late at night. It already felt like he was getting away. Their conversations made him feel free. He loved being near him. He loved learning more about him every day. 

“I haven’t really thought about it.” He admitted, and Jisung pouted at that. 

“Really? Why not? There has to be someplace you want to be.” He turned, and suddenly their faces were closer. He could see his pretty eyes so clearly as his long lashes blinked at him patiently. 

He wasn’t sure what made him say his next words, but he didn’t hesitate with them. 

“I’m already where I want to be.” He told him and Jisung popped an eyebrow at him. 

“In your room on a Wednesday morning?” He chuckled, and Minho knew this was treading on thin ice, but he always explained his feelings. He was also curious as to what he might say. 

“Here with you.” He answered simply, and Jisung’s mouth fell open a little bit. It took Minho a second to realize how that sounded. He blushed a little, and Jisung’s cheeks mirrored his. 

“You’re weird. That’s not a vacation, dummy.” He smiled, poking the center of his forehead. Minho was happy that he didn’t seem to be freaked out by his words. Because he meant them, wholeheartedly. 

“Then I’ll choose Antarctica.” He rubbed where he pressed, smirking with his new answer. Jisung tried to stifle a laugh, because they were definitely being too loud. 

“You’re still weird.” He rolled his eyes, covering his shoulders with the blanket now. “But I’d come with you if that’s where you really wanted to go.” 

Minho wasn’t sure why that made his heart slam up into his throat, but it did. And he wished nights like these never came to an end. 

He never understood what made Jisung avoid him for days. He knew that he liked his space. Minho did too, so he understood. But sometimes it drove him crazy, waiting for him to come back. It had been almost a week since he slithered into his bed. He was starting to feel like he was going insane as he waited for him desperately. 

“You look incredibly exhausted.” He was startled out of his spacing as Felix came up to him. Hyunjin was still practicing in the mirror, trying to perfect his choreography, so Minho decided to take a quick break. 

“You look sweaty.” He responded and Felix rolled his eyes but smiled. He sat down next to him. 

“Everything okay?” He asked concerned, and leave it to Felix to be so attentive. It was easy for him to sense sudden mood changes. He also loved lending an ear or being a shoulder to cry on. 

“I think so. Just haven’t been sleeping well.” He confessed, and Felix leaned in closer to him. 

“Does that have something to do with Hannie visiting your room almost every night?” He questioned, and Minho was shocked he knew about that. Maybe they were being too loud after all. 

And he wasn’t sure how to explain to him that he only had trouble sleeping when he wasn't there, so he just shrugged. Felix’s smile went wide though, and he blinked suggestively at him. He had no idea what that look was for. 

“You got something in your eye or what?” 

“You’d tell me if something was going on between you two right?” He questioned immediately. Minho rarely blushed, but the suggestion that he and Jisung had something between them, without it being a joke, made his heart clench. 

“That’s not even possible because there’s nothing going on and I wouldn’t tell you even if it was true that something was going on but there isn’t.” He replied, and he could see Felix trying to take his words in and decipher them. 

“So…hold on…what—” 

“Hyung, can we go over the dance break again?” Hyunjin interrupted, breathing heavily with his hands on his hips. 

“Sure.” He got up from his seat, thankful that Hyunjin was always such a hard worker. He could feel Felix’s pout on his back as he taught Hyunjin the proper footwork. 

He was wondering if it was what he told him the other day. He knew he was pushing it by saying that. He also promised himself he would respect his boundaries. But he was losing his mind. 

It had been almost three weeks since Jisung crawled into his bed. He hated the way it felt without him there. He hadn’t even realized how much he needed him. As much as Jisung wanted Minho’s comfort, Minho needed his as well. 

And he didn’t want to be pushy. He didn’t want to be nosy. But they were alone in the recording booth since Changbin went to grab something to eat, so he found himself saying something. He pulled him by the hood of his sweater before he could run away. 

He flipped him around, pulling it over his head. It covered his eyes, and he had to push it off of him in order to see Minho’s face.

“What the hell was that for?” He sounded confused, and Minho could see that wall was up. 

“Let’s get dinner today.” He suggested, and he actually looked pained as he said that. His eyes were suddenly everywhere but on Minho’s face. 

“I can’t. I told Jeongin I would help him with vocal practice.” 

That was a lie. Jeongin was out with Seungmin. He saw them leave the dorm together, and they texted their dorm group chat they wouldn’t be back until way later. 

He didn’t want to call him out. There had to be a reason why he was lying to him. Maybe he made him uncomfortable after all. 

“Then what about tomorrow?” He asked, and Jisung sighed. 

“Sure. Yeah.” He knew he was agreeing with him to get him off his back. 

Minho clenched his fists, and he knew he should have just smiled and went about his day. He should have finished recording and left the room. He knew Jisung didn’t want to be bothered. He could see it in his body language, he could read it on his face, he could sense it in his aura. 

“Is something wrong?”

Jisung flinched at that.

“No, why?” He sounded irritated. Minho knew he needed to stop talking or he would say something he would regret. He didn’t want to hurt him. 

“Just wondering I guess.” He pushed past him then, and he didn’t mean to knock him off balance, but he couldn’t control himself at the moment. 

He was irritable, tired, and frustrated. 

“We don’t have to get dinner. Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at him, and he wasn’t sure what that look in his eye was, but he didn’t want to stick around right now. 

Chan was going to be pissed that he didn’t finish recording, but he would fit it in another day. 

He wasn’t going to wait up. He knew there was not a chance that he would come to him tonight. He was too aggressive today. He wasn’t sure when he would come again. The thought sent a sad burn throughout his body. 

He left the door open anyway. Because no matter what, he would never close it. Even though sometimes things were tense and sometimes he struggled to understand Jisung’s feelings, he would never shut him out. 

He left his pillow on his side of the bed, and he cuddled up in the warmth of his blanket. He was surprised when he ended up falling asleep. 

But his eyes fluttered open as he felt those fingers clenching in his shirt. He felt soft shaking behind him. Small hiccups filled the room. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He whispered in a mantra. 

He knew he wouldn’t like it if he thought he was awake. Which is why he sat there for hours as Jisung cried gently into his back. 

He felt relieved when he finally fell asleep, those sobs subsiding. 

It still took a few days for Jisung to come around. Minho didn’t push him again. He knew he was being selfish. He was letting his feelings get the best of him. 

Jisung didn’t owe him anything. He knew that sometimes, he needed to let him be. 

He seemed to be smiling again recently, and Minho was just glad he was feeling better. 

They finally had a day off, and this time Minho decided not to leave his room. Last time, he went out with Chan and Changbin to grab food somewhere, but he wasn’t really hungry. 

Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin also tried to get him to come out with them, but he decided to pass. Sometimes, he needed to decompress too. 

He was watching television when there was a small knock on his door. It was propped open, but he knew it was likely just Felix offering to bring him something to eat, something he did often, so he didn’t look at who it was. 

“Minho hyung?” His eyes shot over to the door, hearing Jisung’s voice, seeing him inching in through the crack. 

“Hey Sungie, what’s up?” He sounded surprised. It wasn’t late, it was rather early actually. It wasn’t even past eleven. But he was thrilled to see him nonetheless. 

They hadn’t really talked since their interaction in the recording booth. They hadn’t talked about the way he sobbed into his shirt the other night either. 

“Can I come in?” He sounded uncertain, and Minho just patted Jisung’s side of the bed. 

“Always.” He assured him with a smile, and he felt those butterflies in his stomach as he returned one. He bounced over to him, jumping onto the comforter. He definitely seemed more bubbly than he did just a few days ago. 

They didn’t talk as they watched whatever anime Minho had on his TV. He randomly put it on, some show that he was half paying attention to as he scrolled on his phone. 

And it was comfortable. Their feet tangled as Jisung looked like he was trying not to fall asleep. He looked tired, and Minho hadn’t even realized he reached out to brush the bags underneath his eyes. 

“You can sleep if you want.” He told him, and Jisung shook his head. 

“Not tired.” He lied, as he stifled a yawn. That made Minho chuckle.

“You’re very convincing.” 

Jisung just shrugged as he went back to watching the television. Minho could see his eyes trying not to slip shut. 

“Hyung.” He called out then, and he clearly couldn’t keep them open. “Can I stay tonight?” 

Minho felt his heart ache at that insecure voice. 

“Jisung, I told you, you can stay whenever you want.” He brushed his bangs out of his face, and Jisung hummed in satisfaction. 

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It took Minho hours, since he couldn’t stop staring at his peaceful and beautiful face. 

“Okay, so can you tell me something?” Jisung said then. He grabbed his pillow in his hands, clenching the blue case tightly. He looked nervous. 

It was another talkative night, and Minho had missed this. He had been coming every night again, so they had been talking a lot recently. 

“I can.” He said, prior to hearing whatever it was he was about to say. 

“Do you think it’s weird that I’ve never had sex?” He asked, and Minho’s eyes went incredibly wide. He tried to respond, but a choked sound came out instead, and that had Jisung backtracking.

He slammed the pillow over his face upon seeing Minho’s shocked face. 

“Oh my god. Nevermind, forget I said that effective immediately!” He practically yelled into the fluff, and Minho pushed his face even harder into the pillow. 

“Quiet or Seungmin will come over here and strangle you for being loud at two in the morning.” He tried to joke, because he was still trying to think of how the hell to answer that. 

First, he had absolutely no idea that was going to come out of his mouth. Second, he had no idea that Jisung was a virgin. Thirdly, he had no idea that information would drive him this insane. 

They never really talked about this before. Not that they couldn’t or didn’t want to, it just honestly never came up. They never really had time for stuff like that anyway, so the topic was never really discussed. 

Jisung was still hiding, and Minho had to force him to slide the pillow down so he could see his face. He was blushed, completely red, but Minho decided he liked the way it looked on his pretty cheeks. 

“Please forget I said that.” He begged, his eyes flitting away. But Minho couldn’t forget, nor did he want to. He wanted to be honest with him. He wanted to discuss everything with him. He wanted no secrets between them. 

“I don’t think it’s weird.” He told him, and Jisung bit his lip hard. It was quiet for a second as he tried to decide if he wanted to keep this conversation going. 

“But I’m in my twenties and I’ve never even kissed someone before.” His cheeks were even darker as he confessed all this information to him. 

“It’s no big deal, really.” He assured him. It had been a while since Minho had kissed someone. He remembered his fumbled attempt at sex when he was practically still a kid. He was just as inexperienced, he might as well be a virgin still.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” He sounded desperate for him to say no. But he wasn’t going to lie. 

“Yeah, a few people.” He admitted, and that made Jisung pout. Minho could see he was getting upset. 

“Jisung, it’s really not something to worry or be ashamed about.” He didn’t know how to tell him that it was normal not to have experience due to their circumstances. 

“What does it feel like?” He continued to question.

“Kissing? Or sex?” He asked him for clarification, and that made Jisung pop up onto his knees.

“Wait, so, you’ve had sex before too?” He sounded annoyed by that, and Minho slowly nodded, not sure why he was getting so worked up about it. 

“I thought…I thought you were going to tell me it was okay because you haven’t either. How did you—When did you—What—”

“It was years and years ago, and it wasn’t that great. But I was young and didn’t know what I was doing.” He tried to tell him but Jisung still looked flustered. He ended up huffing and lying on his back. 

“Unbelievable…” He mumbled, turning away from him. Minho wanted to grab him back, desperately. He didn't like that frown on his face. 

“Hey, don’t be upset—” 

“I’m not upset. It’s just not fair.” He said, and Minho was confused by that response. 

“What do you mean it’s not fair?” He tried to pry it out of him, and he could hear him sigh. 

“Because no one’s ever liked me enough to kiss me. Of course you’ve always been good looking and popular so you wouldn’t get it.” 

And that made Minho chuckle, which made Jisung angry. 

“Don’t laugh, you jerk.” He hid his face in the pillow again, and Minho grabbed his shoulder to try and get him to show his face. 

“I’m sure someone has liked you enough to kiss you, they were probably just too nervous to tell you.” 

Like me, he thought. Because he would kiss those sweet pouty lips in a heartbeat if it wouldn’t ruin everything. 

“I doubt it.” He whined, and Minho just smiled at him. 

And once again, the words were rolling off his tongue without any pause. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’re pretty cute and I’d kiss you.” 

Sometimes, he really had no control. Once again, Jisung was blinking at him with wide eyes. 

“You don’t mean that.” He mumbled, and he could see the blush again. 

And he needed to seriously shut up. But of course he didn’t. 

“I do mean it.” 

Jisung turned away from him then, and Minho could only see the back of his head. He was about to tell him he was just kidding, because he could clearly see he was uncomfortable. 

“Then do you want to?” He asked so quietly that Minho wasn’t even sure if he heard him properly. 

Minho’s heartbeat was deafening in his ears. Jisung looked so nervous, wringing his hands together. 

“Do I…want to kiss you?” His voice sounded uneasy, and he could see Jisung flinch at that. 

“I’m just kidding. Obviously I’m kidding.” He laughed, but Minho could tell it was strained. 

“Jisung—”

“Look, it’s late. I’m tired.”

Minho panicked as Jisung threw the blankets off. He was about to leave. He had never left before. He would always stay until morning. 

But Minho wasn’t going to let him run away. He grabbed him by the wrist, startling him as he tumbled backwards, falling into Minho’s chest. 

“Hey, what are you—” He softly gasped as Minho pressed his palm against his cheek. He was looking at him with giant eyes. 

“Tell me you want me to kiss you.” Minho blurted out, because he was losing his sanity. 

“What?” He squeaked out, but Minho refused to let him go. 

“I’ll kiss you if that’s what you want.” He told him again and he could see those words rattling around inside Jisung’s head. 

He needed him to say it. If that’s what he wanted, then he would do it. Even if it was a little selfish. He would kiss him if he asked. 

“Hyung…if it’s weird…I don’t want to make you—”

“You wouldn’t be making me do anything. It’s not weird. I promise.” He assured him, and he could see Jisung close his eyes. 

“Then…I want that…” He whispered, but that wasn’t good enough. He needed him to say it. 

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He demanded gently, and he swore he heard a whine come from his lips.

“I want you to kiss me. I want to know…what it’s like.” 

And that was enough for Minho. 

His skin was hot to the touch. His cheeks were tinted pink. He looked so cute, his eyes were closed, his lips were puckered, and Minho wasn’t sure how this was even happening. But he didn’t want to question the fate of the world, so he brought their lips together gently and he felt his entire body spark with an intense feeling. 

Jisung was frozen as Minho kissed his mouth softly, trying to press their lips together. He would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t racing. It had been a while since he had done something like this. He had only dreamed of this moment with him. 

He had always felt something for Han Jisung, ever since the first day they met. Of course, he knew he could never act on those feelings. He was his friend, his coworker, his group member. It was impossible. Which is why just being near him was enough. 

He knew this was dangerous for him, because Jisung was curious, always asking questions, trying to understand himself and his feelings. He knew Minho would always help him with that, no matter what it was. So he knew this didn’t mean anything to him, but he decided for right now he would pretend it did. 

Minho pulled back then, curious to see the expression on his face. He wasn’t expecting him to look troubled. 

“You hated it, didn’t you?” Jisung mumbled, still not opening his eyes. 

“What? No, why would you think that?” He was suddenly nervous. Maybe he thought it wasn’t good. To be fair, it had been so long since he had kissed someone, so he was a little out of practice. 

“You pulled away…” He trailed off, and that made Minho smile. 

“Sorry, I was just wondering what you were thinking.” He told him, and Jisung finally opened his eyes. As soon as their gazes met, he flicked them away. 

“I’m thinking…that I have no idea what I’m doing and it’s so embarrassing.” He groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Minho didn’t let him, pulling at his wrists. 

“It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. It’s just me.” He tried to calm him, but those words didn’t seem to work as his frown deepened. 

“I’ll show you how. Just loosen up a bit, try to kiss back and open your mouth for me.” He instructed him, and Jisung must have been embarrassed by that, because he nodded with another blush. 

“Okay…” He whispered, and when Minho leaned back in this time, he brought Jisung’s arms to wrap around his neck. He kissed his lips softly again, testing a bit to see if he would relax a little. 

He smiled when he kissed him back, tilting his head so their noses wouldn’t bump. 

“You taste good.” Minho breathed in between pecks, unable to stop himself from blurting it out. He was sweet. 

“I had pudding before I came here.” He told him and that made Minho laugh. 

“You’re cute, did you know that?” 

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, and Minho couldn’t read the expression on his face. He forgot about it almost instantly as he slammed his lips onto Minho’s again. 

Minho decided to stop holding back. He flipped him, making him gasp as he laid him against his pillow. His arms were still around his neck, and he smirked down at him. 

“Open, let me see your tongue.” 

Jisung didn’t hesitate in the slightest, listening to his words. Minho would be lying if he said he didn’t feel something stir in his stomach at how pliant he was. He whined as Minho licked into his mouth, their lips colliding. 

Minho absolutely devoured him. He could tell he was struggling to keep up as he was fighting for air between kisses. He assaulted his tongue, bruised his lips, and had his mouth dripping with his saliva. 

It was messy, and Minho knew he was being animalistic. He was claiming him, and Jisung was taking everything he gave him so submissively. 

“Baby, how are we doing?” He pulled back, and Jisung’s glazed over eyes tried to look up at him. 

“Hmm?” He sounded dazed, and Minho chuckled softly. 

“So, you like kissing, huh?” He teased, and Jisung just pulled him back with a nod. 

“Again. More.” Those fucking grabby hands in his shirt were going to make him go insane. 

“More? More what?” Minho couldn’t help but mess with him. His cute little pout made his heart race, and he selfishly wanted to hear him beg for it. 

“Kissing. I want it. I like it.” 

That made his insides implode. His tone was whiny and desperate. He always knew Jisung liked to whine, but having him under him, whimpering for him was doing unspeakable things to his brain. 

“Anything you want, you can have. I’ll give it to you.” Minho whispered against his lips before he sucked the bottom one into his mouth. He bit gently and he could feel him squirming. 

Minho knew he was probably doing too much. His words that he couldn’t stop. His mouth that he couldn’t control. He was eating him alive, but Jisung looked content as he controlled him. 

When Minho knew he had to stop or else he would lose his head, he pulled back to see a puffy mouthed Jisung with lidded eyes. He wished he could take a picture, because he looked so beautiful like this, and all he did was kiss him for a bit. He had to stop his thoughts from escalating or else he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. 

Those fingers in his shirt tried to yank him back, but it was so late at night, Minho could feel how hard he was beneath his sweatpants and it was driving him crazy. 

“Jisung, I think we should stop for now.” He whispered, and that made a disgruntled moan leave his body. 

“Why?” He complained, and Minho once again, couldn’t keep his lips sealed, his honesty pouring out of him. 

“Because I’m incredibly turned on, and I need to take a break before I take it too far.” 

That made Jisung’s eyes shoot open. 

“Oh.” 

“And it’s also almost four in the morning.” He added to try and make it less awkward. 

Jisung flipped his head towards the clock on his bedside table. 

“Oh my god, we have to be up in 4 hours.” Jisung panicked, and Minho laughed. 

“We should actually try and get some sleep.” 

Jisung nodded then as Minho rolled off of him, moving back to his side of the bed. 

And normally, they would just touch softly, arms brushing, and legs bumping, but Minho needed him closer. He didn’t even care if he could feel his arousal pressing against him. If he noticed, which he wasn’t sure how he wouldn’t have, he didn’t say anything. He pulled his back into his chest, spooning him tightly. 

He pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and he could feel him shiver. If this was too much, Jisung didn’t complain. 

He only ended up getting about an hour's worth of sleep. 

They didn’t really talk about it. But Jisung started coming to his room almost every single night. Instead of talking all night, they would kiss until their mouths were raw, until Minho had to tell them they had to stop because he couldn’t take it anymore. 

They never went any farther than that. He didn’t want to cross any lines. It was amazing the amount of times he had cuts on his palms from clenching his fingers too hard. 

During the day, they pretended like nothing had happened. Minho had tried to mention it once, wanting to know what all of this meant, but Jisung brushed it off since the others were around. 

But as long as he kept coming to his room and crawling into his bed at night, allowing him to press their lips together, then he didn’t mind for now. 

Some nights, he could tell that Jisung was tired, that he wanted it slow and gentle. Other times, he was desperate. Those hands clenching him so hard he thought they might rip his shirt apart. He would kiss him so forcefully that he really thought his lips might bleed. 

That was his favorite Jisung. Desperate. Whiny. Pleading. Which was the Jisung he was getting tonight. 

“What do you want, baby?” He teased, and he knew he was being mean, because he knew what he wanted, but he loved to hear him beg for it. 

“You. I want you. ” He whined, and Minho bit his lip hard as he turned his face, blushing deeply. Because he was so fucking hot like this. 

He started to experiment a bit with expanding the kisses on his body. So far, he responded well to the neck area. He moaned for him, when he sucked a mark onto his pretty skin. 

“You want me? What exactly do you want?” 

Minho found he loved the way he would wriggle from his words. He could tell that he loved it when he talked to him. 

“Kiss me.” He demanded, and Minho grabbed both of his hands, intertwining those grabby fingers with his. 

And he was testing him tonight, with that whiny voice and pretty face. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing it. 

“You just want me to kiss you?” He asked, and that made Jisung freeze. His squirming subsided for a moment. 

“I would…do more.” He whispered, and Minho felt his heart slam against his ribs. 

“You want more? You want me to give you more than that?” He sounded way too excited, it was almost embarrassing. 

Jisung’s eyes were closed again, like he was afraid to look at him. He nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Minho. He needed verbal consent. 

“Words baby.” 

“I want you to touch me…” He was bright red, his eyes clenched shut. Minho pressed a kiss to his cheek then. 

“Fuck, Jisung I want to touch you so badly.” He admitted into his ear, and Jisung whimpered at that.

“Then do it.” 

Oh, he was adorable tonight. Demanding him as best he could. He could see him shaking though.  

“I’ll do only what you’re comfortable with. So just tell me what you want.” He pressed a kiss to his other cheek now, and Jisung was squeezing his hands tight. 

“I don’t know…I’ve never…I told you…” He sounded unsure, and that made Minho feel nervous. Because Jisung had never been touched before. He didn’t know what he wanted. He could see it on his face. 

Minho carefully slipped his hand out of Jisung’s grasp and placed it on the front of his sweatpants. Jisung’s eyes shot open with a gasp. 

“Can I touch you here?” He asked gently, and Jisung looked scared. 

“Y-Yeah. But…” He trailed off, biting the inside of his cheek

“I’ll make it good for you. I promise, okay?” 

He could see his chest moving rapidly up and down. He was clearly nervous, and Minho wished he could calm him down more. 

“Sungie, you don’t have to be nervous with me. It’s just me.” 

“Yeah I know…but…” He stopped his words then, he looked away, blushing even darker. 

He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but he must have been making him uncomfortable. He knew he always did with his loose lips. He was always saying things that made him chuckle awkwardly. He was always saying things that made him blush. 

He moved his hand to brush up against him. Jisung moaned, and when he realized how loud it was he slapped his hand over his mouth. 

“Yeah, probably best if you keep that there.” Minho teased, and Jisung ripped his other hand out of Minho’s grasp to slap his shoulder. 

“Ouch. Rude.” 

He tickled his fingers up to grab the waistband. He looked at him, and his eyes were once again shut. 

“Hey, look at me.” He called out, and his eyes slowly opened. “Is this okay?” 

“Yes. It’s okay. Please.” He begged, and that made a smirk spread out on his face. He was impatient. 

Minho had only imagined this moment. He never thought he would have Jisung pleading with him to strip him of his pants so he could touch him. 

He tugged them down, and Jisung immediately hid behind his arms. 

Minho was mesmerized. 

“Perfect.” He breathed out, and that made Jisung whine. 

“Don’t.” He whimpered, and Minho pressed a kiss to his thigh, making him jump. 

“Don’t what?” He asked, and Jisung’s whining was going to drive him insane. 

“Don’t say that.” 

“Why not?” He asked, and Jisung wouldn’t fucking stop with that whiny tone. 

“Because it’s not true…you don’t mean it.” 

That made Minho grip his skin tightly. 

“Jisung, I’ve never lied to you or told you something I didn’t mean.” He told him assertively, and Jisung had to stifle a yelp as Minho sucked harshly on his skin. 

“Every time we had our nights where we talked, I only ever told you the truth. I told you what I felt and I was always honest with you.” He pressed a kiss to where he just marked, and he could feel him shiver.

“So you don’t ever have to doubt my words.” 

With that, Minho gripped his cock in his hand. He was pretty, a perfect size, with a slight curve to the right. He was hot and pulsing in his hand already. The leaking tip looked tantalizing. The head was soaking wet from it, and Minho licked his lips. 

“You’re staring.” He pointed out, and Minho smiled. 

“Because you’re beautiful.” He assured him, and Jisung whined again. 

If there was one thing Minho wasn’t, it was that he wasn’t shy. He said what he meant, and he meant what he said. And sometimes that was good, and other times it wasn’t. 

But he could tell that Jisung liked being praised. He could tell by the shake of his core as he said those words, and he would get shy so fucking easily. 

Minho decided then to thumb the slit, spreading the substance there around the fiery red head. Jisung’s arms came down so his grabby fingers could fit into the sheets. 

“So wet baby.” He teased as he rubbed at the tip until Jisung was shaking. He let go for a moment to see him twitching. Minho smirked, because he was so fucking sensitive and it was so cute. 

“I want to make you feel good, do you trust me?” He asked, and Jisung nodded multiple times. 

“I want to hear you say you want it though.” He told him and Jisung whimpered again, but he didn’t hesitate. 

“I want you to make me feel good. Please, hyung.” He spoke instantly, and Minho’s jaw clenched at that. 

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” He smirked, and Jisung jolted when he gripped him in his hand again. He nodded desperately, and Minho gave him an unsatisfied look. 

“Yes, please, I…want you to suck my cock.” 

He sounded so embarrassed, but Minho was thrilled to hear it. Which is why he wasted no time lapping at the slit with his tongue.  

He couldn’t believe the sound that fell from his lips. A strangled moan. He tasted sweet yet salty at the same time. He was so fucking adorable. He pressed a kiss to the messy head, and Jisung was biting his hand now, trying to keep his voice down. 

He was relentless as he tickled his tongue around him. He then encased the tip, sucking gently to gather the precum that accumulated there. 

Jisung was whining and crying up a storm. His fingers, toes and cock twitching. Minho decided he teased him enough, wrapping his lips around the shaft and sinking down. 

He was hot and heavy on his tongue as he tried to lap all around him. He looked up to see his expression, and if he didn’t have his cock down his throat he would have smirked. 

His eyes were lust filled. He was looking at him with his mouth agape. He had his shirt pulled up, and his stomach was tensing. 

Minho had only done this a few times before, but honestly, he was sure Jisung would have liked it regardless if this was his first time or not. He was so sensitive, and Minho decided he really liked that. 

Minho’s heart exploded when Jisung grabbed him by the hair. He was moving his hips up and down, and Minho was trying his best not to choke. 

He bobbed his head as Jisung continued to moan louder. He knew he probably should have quieted him down, but he didn’t want to make him insecure. If he had to deal with the other three’s teasing and complaining then he would. There was no way he would let them ruin this by mentioning it to Jisung and making him self conscious. 

He could feel him writhing. He took him as deep as he could, and he brought his hand up to cup his balls gently, massaging him. He began sucking him faster as he could feel him clenching those fingers in his hair. 

“Minho—Minho—I—ah!”

Minho didn’t have time to situate himself as Jisung was coming down the back of his throat. He was panting, tugging at his locks harder as he pushed his cock into his mouth as he rode out his high. 

Minho pulled off, swallowing as much as he could while the rest dripped down back onto Jisung’s cock. 

Jisung was watching him in a trance as he licked his lips. He crawled up to him then, pressing their mouths together. Jisung let Minho control their movements, and he was pushing the remnants of his orgasm into his mouth. And Jisung seemed to be loving it. 

“Did that feel good?” Minho smirked, and Jisung was blushed red, nodding desperately.  

They kissed for a while, and Minho moaned as Jisung grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. 

“You too...” He whispered, and Minho thought he was going to pass away with that sweet voice. 

“You don’t have to, Jisung.” He brushed his fingers over his cheek, and that made him pout. 

“But…I want you to.” He sounded shy, and Minho had to breathe in deeply to get control of himself. To be honest, he knew he wasn’t going to last, so once he wrapped those pretty lips around the head he would explode. 

That would be embarrassing. 

“Can I come on your face?” He asked instead, and Jisung looked a little nervous but nodded. 

“Y-Yeah I want that.” That made Minho smirk. He liked that Jisung always said he wanted it. 

He shuffled up the bed then, grabbing his cock from inside his sweatpants. Jisung’s eyes went wide seeing it. He was incredibly hard, and honestly it was aching a bit from seeing how cute he was tonight.

He couldn’t stop thinking that he wanted to do so much more. He wanted to hear him whine louder. He wanted to ruin him. 

“Hyung…” He whispered, breaking him from his dirty thoughts as Minho began jerking himself gently. 

“Yeah?” He looked down to see him eyeing his dick up and down. 

“You’re…so big.” He sounded breathless and that made Minho want to shove his cock down his throat and make him whine that it was too big for him. Because that was so fucking hot hearing him say that. 

“I’ll teach you to take it.” His dirty mouth was relentless tonight. Jisung blushed as he pressed his cock to his lips. 

“I want that.” He spoke, and Minho felt himself completely lose it. 

“Yeah baby? You’ll be good for me, won’t you? Your little throat would look so good with my cock in it.” He growled, taking the tip and sliding it down to the center of his neck, poking him with it. 

Jisung hummed, and Minho could feel the vibrations against him. He was going insane. 

He grabbed Jisung's hair in his hand, tugging his head back a bit. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He demanded and once again, so pliant, Jisung did as he was told. 

Minho slid the head all over the flat surface. He began pumping himself faster. 

“Good boy.” 

Jisung’s big blinking eyes did it for him. Especially when he whined after he praised him. 

He could feel Jisung trying to move his tongue around the head, and Minho was already so close that just seeing him trying to please made him lose it. 

“Fuck, I’m coming already Jisung.” He exploded all over Jisung’s face. The ropes hitting him everywhere. Some on his cheeks, one across his eye, another right onto his tongue. 

Minho gripped his chin, inspecting him as he blushed deeply. 

“You are so pretty covered in come. Especially mine.” He teased, and Jisung had to look away.

Fuck he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“I’m pretty?” He sounded so fucking desperate for affirmation, and Minho felt his heart swell. He would give it to him. He would give him everything he asked for. 

“So pretty, Jisungie. So fucking pretty.” 

Jisung actually smiled.

Minho grabbed his shirt then, and slipped it off his body so he could clean Jisung quickly. 

He looked content and blissed out. He seemed incredibly sleepy as well. 

He pulled him in, and Jisung cuddled into his chest. 

Minho just held him, even though he had so many questions. Because he wondered what this meant for them now. And they couldn’t keep pretending that when the sun was up, none of this was happening. 

Minho got nervous when Jisung didn’t show up the next night. He panicked when he didn’t come the day after that either. 

He collectively got three hours of sleep in the past 48 hours. They barely talked during vocal practice. They didn’t talk during dance practice. He ignored him during lunch, and since Jeongin sat down next to him, he couldn’t push him away to go over and force him to talk to him. 

He knew that maybe Jisung needed some time alone. It wasn’t unusual for him to take a few days or even a week to be by himself. But he couldn’t have chosen a worse time. Because Minho was afraid he regretted it. 

He was worried that he ruined everything between them, and that was making him go insane.

His feelings for Jisung were making him irrational.

Because he never pushed him before.   

But he ended up cornering him in some random room as he passed him in the hallway of the company. He was on his way to a meeting, but he couldn’t help it as he saw him walking with his head down, scrolling on his phone. 

He snatched his wrist, tugging him harshly. 

“Hyung what the—?” He pushed him inside, yanking him into the room and shutting the door. 

“Where have you been?” He questioned, and he hated how pathetic that sounded. Jisung looked at him nervously. 

“What do you mean?” He was acting like he had no idea what he was talking about, and this was the first time Minho actually felt anger towards him. 

“Don’t fuck with me, Jisung.” He didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, but he felt his sanity slipping.

If Jisung said he regretted it…

If he said that they ruined their friendship…

If he said that he wouldn’t come to his room anymore….

“I’m not…” He trailed off, looking at the ground. 

“You’re not? After everything we did the other day…and then you just ignore me?” 

Minho didn’t even recognize himself right now. He never confronted him like this. Jisung must have been surprised too, because his eyes were still wide.

But then he narrowed them. 

“I’m not ignoring you.” 

That made Minho furious. 

“You know what, I’ve never lied to you and it hurts that you’re lying right to my face. I’ve always been patient when you needed space. I never wanted to push you, but after what we did…” He shook his head, and he knew he needed to shut up. Which is why he snapped his mouth closed, biting his lip as hard as he could. 

“Nevermind. I’m sorry.” 

“Hyung, wait—”

But he didn’t listen to him. He needed to cool down. So he left without bothering to hear his words. 

He had a meeting to get to anyway. 

It had been another week. Minho was coming to the realization that they never should have gotten mixed up in each other. 

It was his fault to begin with. He could never keep his mouth shut. He was always teasing him. He pushed it too far and he ruined everything.

Jisung had been incredibly distant ever since he pulled him into that room last week. He couldn’t get that irritated gaze out of his head. He knew he didn’t owe him anything. He knew there wasn’t anything between them. 

He was just finding comfort and satisfying his curiosity with him. That’s all it ever was, and it was his fault for thinking it was more. 

He wondered if the members noticed their awkwardness. 

He knew Chan did. Especially because he approached him on their way home from practice. 

“Hey.” He smiled bright at him. Minho gave him the best smile he could muster up.

“Hey.” He answered back. He pulled him by the wrist and slowed him down so the others could go on ahead. 

“Is everything okay?” He questioned, and of course Chan knew that something was off. It also wasn’t worth lying because he probably already knew what the problem was. The thing about Chan was that he somehow knew everything. 

“It will be, eventually.” He knew that they couldn’t avoid each other forever. He knew that their friendship might have changed, and he knew that it would probably never be the same, but as long as they could forget and pretend this never happened, then they would be okay. 

Although Minho would miss their nights together. He would miss his lips on his. 

He knew it would take time. He knew it was going to be painful to let go, but if things were going to be okay between them again, he knew that was what would have to happen. 

Chan just sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I think you should go talk to him.” 

And of course he knew. He wondered just how much he knew though. 

“I’m sure that would make things worse.” He chuckled sadly, because there was no way Minho wouldn’t end up saying something that would hurt them both. 

“Don’t tell him I told you this, but he’s been crying every night. I think he really needs you right now.” 

That made Minho’s heart clench. Because if he regretted it that badly, then he knew showing up to his room wouldn’t help. 

“I’m sure you or Changbin can lend him a comforting shoulder.” He shrugged, and Chan gave him a pointed look. 

“If you think that, then you’re an idiot. Because it has to be you.”

Chan never usually insulted him like that, so he was surprised at his words. He shifted his bag over his shoulder with a sigh. 

“Just go talk to him, okay?” 

Minho wasn’t stubborn per se. But for some reason, he was struggling to get up and make his way to Jisung’s room. 

He couldn’t get Chan’s words out of his head, and he knew that he should go and apologize for bursting in there the other day and snapping at him like a lunatic. 

He couldn’t control the feelings inside him. All these years, he was able to stay level headed and rational. But after kissing him, and seeing him so vulnerable just for him, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He needed to find a way to get that restraint back. He had to apologize for taking it too far and for saying things that made him uncomfortable. He knew this was his fault. 

Which is how he found himself knocking on his door in the middle of the night when he didn’t show up to his room again. He noticed that it was slightly ajar, like his always was. 

He opened the door, his sleepy eyes going wide as he rubbed them. They looked a little puffy too. 

“Hyung?” He sounded surprised, and Minho didn’t wait for him to invite him in before pushing past him.

It was late. It was almost past three. They had practice in the morning. But he needed to get this off his chest. 

“Can we talk?” He asked, standing in the middle of his room awkwardly. Jisung blinked at him before he closed the door. He passed him, looking at him carefully before sitting back on his bed. His room was neat and tidy, unlike Minho’s. 

“About what?” He sounded unsure, and Minho still had no idea how to read him sometimes. 

“About why you’ve been avoiding me.” 

That wasn’t what he wanted to say. He wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to tell him that things were okay, and they didn’t have to worry about it. That they could go back to normal, and everything would be fine. 

“I already told you, I’m not.” He glared at him, and Minho was nervous. Because this might actually turn into their first fight. 

“Are you actually being serious? I can’t tell if you’re acting like a brat and not telling me what’s wrong or if you think I’m stupid.” 

He could see Jisung flinch, and he turned, crawling up the bed to get away from him.

“You’re stupid.” Jisung glowered at him, and Minho clenched his fingers into fists. 

If this was how he wanted it, then fine. 

He chuckled darkly. 

“You’re right. I am stupid for trying to talk to you. It’s always on your terms, right? Who cares what I feel. It’s always about you.” 

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. 

“It’s always when you need something. I’ve never asked you for a damn thing when I knew you needed space. Even when I needed you, I played by your rules.” 

Stop. You’ll say something you regret. 

“So you know what, just forget it. I can’t play this one sided game with you anymore. Sorry for bothering you.” 

He already felt the guilt inside him as Jisung was staring at him with those big wide eyes. He turned to leave. He couldn’t take the way he was looking at him. 

He heard rustling of the bed sheets and feet running after him. He felt a harsh grip on his wrist. When he was tugged back, he was forced to look back in his direction. 

Angry tears were flying down his face. 

“What the hell are you talking about? One sided for who? I’m always coming to you. You’ve never once come to me!” He yelled, and he knew that if Chan, Changbin or Hyunjin were awake, they would hear. 

“You never came to my room. I left my door open so many fucking times for you and you never showed! It was either I had to come to you or nothing happened! ” He was seething. 

“I wasn’t fucking ignoring you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see you. But even after weeks you didn’t seem to care! I always caved too because I couldn’t stand it. I always came back to your room because I knew that if I didn’t come, then I wouldn't get to see you. I waited for you, hoping you would come just once. I was excited to see you tonight, I thought…I thought maybe…but then you tell me to forget it?” 

He sounded so fucking hurt. 

“When I suggested that we should kiss, I thought I was going crazy for saying it, but then you said you wanted to kiss me too. I thought maybe you liked me. So I thought maybe you would come to my room this time. But you never fucking did.” 

And Minho had no idea that all this time he didn’t want space. He wanted him to come after him. 

That made his insides churn. 

“I thought you needed space.” He sounded pathetic and clueless. 

“I needed to know you felt the same.” 

It was quiet then. Jisung had let go of his wrist. They were staring at each other, and Minho felt his heart beating so fast he thought he might pass out. 

“Jisung, I’m so sorry.” 

“Whatever.” He rubbed his face and turned so he could get back into bed. He crawled under the covers, pulling them over his head. 

Minho wasn’t sure if he should go after him. He normally would have thought that he wanted to be left alone, but Minho decided that he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. 

He got into bed with him, and he didn’t let his pushy hands deter him. 

“Go away.” He whimpered, and Minho shook his head. 

“No.” He sounded stern, and that made Jisung sigh. 

He wrapped his arms around his waist, and Jisung stopped trying to move away. Minho kissed his neck, and he shivered. 

“Jisung. I’m sorry.” He apologized again, and Jisung just shrugged. 

“It’s always been just me. You didn’t need me like I needed you. And that hurt so bad knowing that.” He was crying again, and Minho held him tighter. 

It was all starting to make sense. He would be upset for days. He never showed up like Jisung wanted. It was his fault. 

“That’s not true. Jisung you have no idea how much I missed you when you didn’t show. I really thought you needed space. I had no idea.” He tried to tell him, but he was clearly not accepting his apology yet. 

“After what we did, I thought you regretted it.” He told him, and Jisung turned in his arms then, his wet cheeks puffy and pink. 

“I thought it meant nothing to you. I wanted you to come to me. I wanted you to want me for once. And when you didn’t show up…I thought that it wasn’t as serious for you as it was for me.” He admitted shyly, and Minho had to let out a deep breath he was holding. Because he looked so cute, confessing his feelings. But Minho wished he could go back in time and not be a total idiot. 

“I want you, Jisung. I’ve always wanted you.” He blurted out, and once again he should shut up but he couldn’t. 

“I never wanted to push you. I didn’t want to ruin anything. It was so hard for me when you didn’t show up at night. I was afraid you would get upset if I said something. Haven’t you seen how hard it is for me to control myself around you? I say…fuck I say things I shouldn’t. I can’t stop myself from wanting to give you everything to make you happy. I was worried that it was one sided. That only I had these feelings, and I was afraid of making you uncomfortable…”

Jisung blinked back at him, pressing his hand to his cheek. 

“It’s not one sided.” He whispered, and he pressed their lips together. Minho wasted no time getting on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. 

He missed the way his lips tasted. He decided that Jisung’s mouth was naturally sweet, and he devoured him, wanting more. 

He had both his wrists in his hands, placed next to his head. He was letting him control him. He was so fucking compliant. 

He licked at his lips, forcing him to let him inside. His tongue was weak against his as Minho kissed him deeply. Jisung was trying to find moments to breathe as Minho was relentless. He couldn’t get enough of him. 

“Minho—wait a second…” He gasped with a whine, and that made something inside him crack. 

“I can’t.” He recaptured his lips and that made Jisung whimper. “I told you. I have no fucking control when it comes to you. I want to defile you.” He admitted, and fuck, once again he needed to shut up. 

That made Jisung clench his eyes shut. 

“Sorry. I don’t know if that makes you uncomfortable or not.” He apologized seeing his scrunched face. 

“No…it doesn’t.” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed as his cheeks heated. 

Minho smirked at that, seeing him writhe beneath him. He hadn’t even done anything yet and he looked so desperate. 

“I want you, Jisung. I want to show you just how much I want you. I want to fuck you. I want to make you feel good.” He kissed him again, and Jisung’s breath hitched.

“I—I want it too.” 

“Yeah? Are you sure?” He asked, because he had to be completely positive that that was what he wanted. Because if they were to do this, there wasn't any turning back. 

“I’m sure.” He confidently said, and Minho gently pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“If we do this, I won’t be able to hold myself back, you know that, right?” He warned, and Jisung caught his gaze, shrugging a bit. 

“Then don’t.” 

That made Minho lick a smile onto his lips. 

“You should have told me you wanted me to come to you. I would have fucking ran if I knew.” 

“You should have just come, my door was always open.” He mumbled, flitting his gaze away. Minho captured his chin with his fingers. 

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” 

“See, you are stupid…” He blushed, and Minho chuckled, pressing a deep kiss to his lips again. 

“I’m sorry for making you wait for me.” He apologized, and Jisung moaned into his mouth as he trailed his fingers down to his chest. He walked them against his skin, pressing his thumb over his nipple. He groaned, shaking a bit as he teased him there. 

He pulled his shirt off his body, wanting to see him. Jisung’s arms went up instantly as he tugged it over his head. He was beautiful, that pretty blushed skin even ran under his clothes, and Minho wanted to press his lips to it. 

His entire mind was filled with the things he wanted to do to him. He needed to find a way to calm down. He snapped out of it as Jisung grabbed his upper arm. 

“Hyung…I’m nervous.” He admitted, sounding small. 

“Don’t be. It’s just me.” He told him like before, smiling down at him encouragingly. 

“But that’s why. It’s you, hyung. I’m afraid I won’t be good at it. I don’t want you to hate it.” He admitted, blushing and looking away. 

And Minho was thinking exactly the same thing, but his desire to have him was overpowering that anxiety. 

“That’s actually not possible.” He kissed his forehead, and Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“Yes it is, I told you I’ve never had sex before.” He reminded him, and Minho couldn’t help but like the way that sounded. That he was the only person to get to see him like this. That he was the only one to ever touch him intimately. 

“Yeah, I know, but I haven’t in a long time either so don’t worry.” He tried to calm him down, but he just pouted. 

“Who was it?” He asked suddenly, sounding bratty. And that made Minho’s heart tug because that was one hundred percent a look of jealousy on his face. 

“Someone from school.” He informed him, and that frown deepened. 

“And you liked them?” 

“At the time, yeah.” 

Jisung scowled now, tsking as he refused to look in Minho’s direction. 

“What’s that face for?” He chuckled, and Jisung glared at him. 

“Nothing.” He lied, and Minho was so intrigued by this reaction he couldn’t let it go. 

“Tell me.” He tickled under his chin, and Jisung bit his lip. 

“It’s not fair.” He grumbled, and Minho popped an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s not fair?”

“It’s not fair that I can’t be your first, too.” He complained and that made Minho hold in a little laugh. He was so pouty and whiny that he couldn’t help but tease him a little bit. 

“You’re so cute.” He said and that made Jisung blush. 

“Shut up.” 

“I can’t.” He kissed at his chest, and all the way down to his belly button. Jisung was squirming again as he pressed open mouthed kisses to his hips.

“That tickles.” He whined, and fuck Minho needed to hear more of that.

“Does it?” He urged him to keep talking, and Jisung nodded. 

“Yeah.” He could see those grabby fingers traveling towards him. He let them thread into his hair as he pulled down his sweats. Once again, Jisung was fully hard, and that made Minho’s insides ignite with excitement. He liked how sensitive he was. He liked how easily desperate he could get. 

That’s when Minho froze because he was sure that Jisung didn’t have any condoms or lube.

And that made his heart deflate. 

“Hey, if we don’t have lube then maybe we should put this on hold. The last thing I want is to hurt you and—” 

Jisung reached over and under his bed then, pulling out a small tube of clear liquid. He was blushing again, probably because of the shocked look on Minho’s face as he handed it to him. 

“I don’t have condoms. But obviously I’ve never done it with anyone else so…as long as you used condoms with others….” He tried to explain and Minho was nodding. 

“Yeah, I did.” He breathed out, and he couldn’t believe that he was about to have him, raw with no barriers. 

“Then…it’s fine, right?” He questioned hopefully. Minho’s heart was racing. 

“It’s totally fine with me, as long as it’s okay with you.” 

Jisung smiled, and it was probably because Minho looked so fucking excited. 

“I told you it was.” 

Minho pushed Jisung’s legs open then, and he whimpered at the sudden movement. Minho could see all of him perfectly. His thighs were spread as he fit between them. His eyes trailed down to see between his cheeks, and he actually lost his breath. 

Because he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe he had a fully naked, extremely turned on, beautifully blushed Jisung below him. 

He needed to touch him. 

He grabbed the lube then and squirted it onto his fingers, warming it up just right for him. 

“Have you fingered yourself before?” He asked then, desperately needing to know the answer. The thoughts of Jisung face down in the mattress, his chest blushed, his ass in the air with those grabby little fingers pressed deep into his body was enough to send Minho to the hospital from heart failure.

And one day, he would see it for himself. He would force him on his knees, watching as he tried to pleasure himself. He breathed in deeply, trying to bring himself back to the current moment. 

“Only a few times.” He admitted, and Minho liked that he was being honest. 

“How did it feel?” Minho questioned, and Jisung whined, not wanting to answer that one apparently. 

“Oh come on, I’ve always told you everything. Whenever you asked me, I was always honest with you.” He guilted him, and Jisung shivered. Minho liked pulling these reactions from him. 

“It was never enough.” He murmured, those sparkling eyes shining with embarrassment. 

“I can fix that.” He smirked and that made Jisung’s eyes roll into the back of his head. 

It was finally warm enough, the slippery glide of his fingers was making him impatient. Jisung looked jittery as well, waiting for the contact. 

“Hyung…” He called out, grabbing his attention as he placed a hand on his knee. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m scared.” 

He actually sounded terrified, and he was shaking. 

“Baby, don’t be. I promise I’ll be so gentle.” He brushed his thumb over his skin, and Jisung’s chest was still pulling in fast breaths. 

“Okay…you won’t hurt me, right?” His voice was nervous, and Minho felt him jump as he pressed the pad of his finger to his hole. 

“I would never.” He assured him, and he carefully pressed a finger inside. Jisung’s eyes went wide, and he could feel him clench around him. He was ridiculously tight, but that was to be expected. 

He was trying to softly get him to open up. Slowly and sweetly pulling in and out. Jisung was twitching already. His cock leaked desperately onto his stomach as he flinched from Minho’s touch. 

He finally had his entire finger sunk into him, and Minho was honestly mesmerized. He was able to press in faster than he thought. He was able to set a pace now, twisting and turning to try and loosen him. 

“Hyung.” He whined, and Minho glanced up at him. He looked uncertain. 

“What’s wrong?” He questioned quickly, hoping he wasn’t hurting him. 

“I don’t—I don’t know.” He squirmed, but he didn’t sound like he was in pain. 

“Talk to me, Jisung. I need to know what you’re feeling. Be honest with me.” He coaxed, as he continued to glide his solo finger in and out of his body. 

“It feels—good. It feels good, hyung.” He told him, and that had Minho feeling proud. He had him moaning like this already, and he only had one finger in him. 

“Do you want more?” He asked, and Jisung was nodding desperately. 

Minho pulled out then, and Jisung gasped when he fitted both of his fingers together inside him. Maybe he wasn’t going slow enough because Jisung pulled away, causing only the tips to stay in. 

“Ah—wait—it hurts. Minho it hurts.” He complained, inching his body away. Minho grabbed around his thigh, pulling him back. 

“It’s okay, I know. It’ll get better, I promise.” Minho knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. He knew it was going to hurt a bit. 

“But—it hurts. I don’t want it to hurt.” He whimpered, and Minho hated that he wanted to shove his fingers in and make him whine even more. He didn’t want to hurt him though, but those fucking whines were so addicting. 

“Just relax. Breathe in deeply. Just focus on me.” 

He reached out to grab him in his other hand. He pumped him gently before he pressed his palm against the tip of his cock, swirling it around and making him twitch. 

That made him loosen up a bit as he was able to press in his fingers a little deeper, focusing on that stimulation. 

Jisung was panting as Minho continued to tease his cock. He was sensitive. He thumbed the slit over and over until he was begging him to stop. 

“Minho—hyung—don’t.” He whined again, and Minho finally let go, seeing both of his fingers deep inside him. 

“But look, I’ve got both fingers inside now, all the way.” He told him, and even if he actually wanted to look, he wasn’t sure if he could see it from this angle.

“It still…hurts a little.” He admitted, and Minho knew he had to start prodding and hooking his fingers to find that spot. He slipped them both out, gliding them back in. He winced, and Minho needed to see more pleasure on that pretty face of his. 

He crooked them up, and he finally felt Jisung’s body convulse, his eyes going wide as his back arched obscenely. 

“Ah!” He was being too loud. It was late. Someone was going to hear him. 

“Shh, baby.” He hushed him, and that made Jisung’s hands come up and cover his mouth. 

Minho then pulled back and started slamming that spot over and over. Jisung was absolutely writhing underneath him, like he couldn’t handle it. 

“Minho—hyung—I can’t—I can’t.” He groaned between his fingers, and Minho couldn’t stop. Every time he whined he fucked his fingers in harder. 

“You can.” He told him, and he never knew how much he wanted to see him crying for it. He continued to pound his fingers in, and Jisung was trying to pull away, but he grabbed him, not letting him get away. 

“Please hyung. Please—slow down. It’s too much.” He begged, and smacked his arm. That made Minho snap out of it. He forgot he said he wouldn’t hurt him. He promised him he would be gentle. And he was losing his head selfishly. 

“Okay. Shit, Jisung, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He apologized as a few tears slipped past his eyes. 

He was practically gasping for air. He was whimpering softly as Minho finally slowed down to a gentler pace. 

“Fuck.” Jisung cursed, and Minho kissed his knee, suddenly feeling guilty. 

“Sorry. You were being so fucking cute, I lost my head.”

That made Jisung chuckle airily. 

“I didn’t do anything.” He said, and Minho laughed too. 

“That whining of yours drives me insane.” 

That made Jisung blush a deep pink. 

“I’m not whining...” He sounded offended, and Minho pressed his fingers into that spot again, forcing another whine out of his mouth. 

Jisung glared at him, trying to push him away.

“Oh don’t be mad. I love it. I really fucking love everything about you.” 

Shit.

Jisung’s eyes went wide. 

He never knew when to shut the fuck up .

“You…love me?” He whispered, and Minho just blinked back at him. 

“I—I do.” He had to be honest. It was already out and he was always honest. Even if that freaked him out. 

He just smiled contentedly. 

“I love you too.” 

That sent Minho’s heart soaring for the sky. He froze for a second, taking in that beautiful grin on his face. But then he remembered his fingers were buried deep inside him still. He realized that he wanted to feel him around his cock. 

Stretched, begging, whining and crying for it. 

So he leaned over his body then, pushing another finger past his rim as he captured his lips. 

He knew it must have hurt, because he was wincing and whimpering as he fucked them into him. He was trying to be as gentle as possible. Jisung pulled back to speak against his mouth. 

“You’ve always—ah— understood me. No one has ever—known me like you do.” He moaned, and that made Minho fuck his fingers in faster. 

“Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for coming to me and being so vulnerable with your feelings. I love seeing that sweet side of you, I love learning more about you because you let me.”

He didn’t care how sappy that sounded, and it seemed to satisfy Jisung, because he was whining even louder. 

“Minho—Minho—Minho.” He grabbed his arms squeezing so tightly. 

“What is it, baby? Tell me.” He was pulling and pushing at him, like he couldn’t decide if he needed more or if he wanted him to stop. 

“I—come—I want to—I have to—” Minho could see him struggling beneath him. He was shuddering, grasping at him desperately. 

“Not yet. I want to fuck you first.” He whispered into his ear, and that made Jisung cry out loud. 

“But hyung—”

“Don’t whine.” He tutted, and Jisung pouted. 

“I thought you said you—liked it when I whined.” He mumbled, and that made Minho pull out his fingers completely. Jisung let out a disgruntled moan, his knees knocking into Minho’s sides. 

“I guess you’re right.” He chuckled, and Minho pushed his legs apart so he could see his gaping hole. He was losing it. This was a fucking dream, and he never wanted to wake up. 

Minho tugged his own sweatpants off then and also stripped himself of his shirt. 

“Finally…” Jisung grumbled, and that made Minho laugh again. 

“If you wanted to take my clothes off then you could have.” 

“You were busy.” He shrugged, and Minho smiled with amusement.

He could see him absolutely staring near his pelvis now as he shuffled his knees closer. 

“That’s…not going to fit.” He whispered, and suddenly he looked scared again. He almost looked like he wanted to run away. 

“I’ll go slow.” 

“That’s what you said earlier and you definitely didn’t do that.” He accused him, and Minho blushed a bit at that. 

“I promise this time. I won’t hurt you.” 

Jisung puffed out a nervous breath, but nodded. Minho decided that it was probably best to use too much lube than not enough, so both of them were dripping with it, and Minho needed to make sure to keep himself under control. 

“Minho…I’m scared again.” He confessed, and Minho could see him panicking. 

“You can trust me.” He could see Jisung jump as he pressed the head to his entrance.

“Wait, hold on, I’m not ready. I’m not.” He clenched his fingers in the bed sheets, and he could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

“Okay. Just relax. You’re okay.” He assured him, grabbing his hand and squeezing hard. 

“I’m sorry. I just…I’m fucking scared. It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” He blushed, and Minho sighed. 

“It might at first, but I swear to you I will be as gentle as I can. If you hate it we can stop.” He assured him, and Jisung frowned. 

“You…wouldn’t be mad if I wanted to stop?” He asked carefully, and Minho instantly shook his head. 

“No, of course I wouldn’t. So you can tell me. We’ll go at your pace.” 

Jisung seemed to calm down a little at that. Those grabby hands came around to tug at his neck to pull him closer. 

“Please…don’t go too fast.” He whispered, and Minho nodded. He wasn’t going to betray his trust. He would go as slow as he fucking needed. Because Jisung was putting his trust in him. He was giving him this vulnerability. He was the first one to ever see him this way. 

That excited him immensely. 

He slowly began to push in, and he could feel Jisung’s fingernails digging into his shoulders. 

He could see him grimacing. He wasn’t even in yet, only the head was being gripped tightly. He breathed in deeply, thrusting in a little more. Jisung’s eyes went wide and he flinched. 

“Hurts.” He whined, and he actually wasn’t sure if they could do this as he clenched so tightly it was even hurting Minho. 

“Okay, relax for me. Deep breaths.” 

Jisung nodded, completely compliant. He looked like he was trying to focus as he listened to his instructions. He was able to push in a little deeper, and Jisung had tears welling in his eyes. 

Fuck.  

He was only a fourth of the way in. He was so tight. He could feel his knees shaking. 

“Are you okay?” Minho checked in, and Jisung nodded. 

“Are you…in all the way?” And that made Minho sigh. 

“Not even halfway, Sung.” He told him, and that made those resting tears pour down his face. 

“You’re fucking with me.” He whispered in disbelief. 

“Just a bit more.” He tried to help him calm down again as he could see his chest starting to heave with those shaky breaths. He continued to push in. Because it was just a little bit more until he was at least halfway deep. 

“ No—ah—wait—stop.” He pushed at his chest. 

Minho froze, even if it was painful to do so. 

“Alright, alright.” He cooed, and Jisung was wincing in pain. He hated that, he decided. He didn’t want him to be in pain. He wanted him to feel good. 

And fuck, he just had no idea what he was fucking doing right now. He was trying to go slow, but it wasn’t working. Maybe he didn’t open him up enough. Or maybe he didn’t use enough lube. He wasn’t sure, but right now it seemed getting himself fully sheathed was impossible. He was also hurting him. 

“Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop? It’s okay if—”

“Just…let me…give me a minute.” He interrupted him, and Minho could feel him trying to relax his muscles. He breathed in deeply multiple times, shifting a tad underneath him. 

Minho brought his hand up to brush his hair behind his ears. He wished he could make this easier. He wished he wasn’t hurting him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he could feel the wrinkled skin from his frowning under his lips. 

“Okay. Keep going.” He breathed out, and Minho felt relief fill his body that he wasn’t telling him to stop completely. 

It was a repeat of that. Minho gently and slowly tried to get deeper as Jisung whined at him, telling him to wait so he could get used to it. 

Minho felt like crying himself when he was finally all the way in. He felt so fucking amazing. Hot, warm and wet heat surrounded him. It was driving him crazy, not being able to move yet. 

“You’re so—why the fuck are you so big?” He groaned, slamming his head back on the pillow. 

“I think you might just be tiny.” He told him, and that made Jisung whimper. 

“That’s not true.” He huffed, and Minho shifted his hips a bit, making both of them moan softly. 

“No? Your stuffed hole begs to differ.” He teased, and Jisung burned red at that. 

“Shut up.” He hissed through clenched teeth. 

Jisung needed a minute to get used to it completely, and Minho thought he might actually be dying, waiting for his consent to keep going. 

“Fuck, Jisung, tell me when I can move.” His voice broke as he spoke, because he was so desperate to fuck him. 

“You can—just—slow please.” He was being whiny again, and Minho could barely stand it. 

Minho almost passed out when he pulled all the way out and pushed back in. Jisung let out the sweetest moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

“Holy fuck.” Minho groaned, and he knew there was no way he could last long. He felt so perfect. So tight and sucking him in. 

“Ungh!…” Jisung let out a strangled sound as Minho snapped his hips up. He swore again, knowing maybe that was too rough. But Jisung didn’t say anything about it. 

His fingers were grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, and his face as he picked up speed. His eyes kept opening and shutting. His teeth were gnawing on his lips. 

And Minho felt his heart beating so quickly. Because Jisung looked so beautiful under him. He had him, so vulnerable and giving him everything. His firsts were Minho’s and that made him incredibly proud. He trusted him completely, and Minho needed to make sure it was perfect. 

“How is it?” Minho questioned, because he had to know. He needed to know what he was feeling.

“Good—really—ah—it feels good.” He replied, and that made Minho smirk. His confidence was starting to get a booster. 

“Can I do it faster?” He asked, and Jisung was nodding desperately. 

“Yes.” He said, and Minho pressed a kiss to his lips, making him open his eyes.

“Tell me what you want.” He told him, and Jisung whined again. 

“I want you—to fuck me faster.” 

That made Minho lose it. 

He slammed his hips back, and fucked into him quickly now. Jisung threw his head onto the pillow, letting out a throaty groan. 

“Ah—ah!—Minho.” He moaned, but Minho was focused on where they were connected. He could see the slide of his cock, perfectly in and out. His hole stretched obscenely around him. 

He was captivated by the sight. 

“Stop—looking.” Another whine snapped him out of it. He looked up to see Jisung blushing, watching him as he fucked his cock into his body. He leaned back in, pressing as deep as he could before sucking his tongue into his mouth. Because right now he wanted to eat those whines. 

“You should see it. You're taking my cock so well now.” He teased, and Jisung bit Minho’s lip hard, causing him to laugh. 

He fucked him deeper, making these beautiful sounds leave Jisung’s throat. He kissed his neck, the sweat starting to accumulate there. He was gorgeous as he pushed back against him.

The pain had completely subsided. He could see nothing but pleasure all over his face. 

“You feel so fucking good, Jisung.” He talked against his lips, and that made him whimper again. 

“Do—Do I?” He asked, and Minho could hear that he wanted more. He needed more of his praise. 

“Yes, baby. So pretty too. So good for me.” He grabbed his wrists, slamming them against the mattress. 

“I want to hold you down and fuck you until you’re begging me to come because you can’t take it anymore.” 

Shit. He really needed to control his mouth. He thought Jisung was going to tell him to shut up again, but instead his jaw fell open, his eyes blinking at him lazily. 

“I—I want that…” He whispered, and fuck.

“Yeah? You want to cry for me? You want me to fuck you until you can’t think anymore?” He continued, he couldn’t stop. 

“Minho—please—Minho—Minho—”

“That’s right. That’ll be the only thing you’ll remember. Just my name. Say it louder for me.” He demanded, and of course, compliant and sweet Jisung listened so fucking well. 

“Minho hyung—Minho, I can’t. I’m going—I’m going to—ah—!” 

Minho’s eyes went wide as Jisung’s cock started spurting white ropes of liquid between them. He actually couldn’t believe it, but he just grabbed his hips and fucked him through his orgasm. 

“Holy shit, was it that good, Jisung?” He smirked as he was still shaking and twitching in his hands. His cock was bobbing still, a string of come attached to the slit and his belly button. 

Jisung couldn’t answer. All words had escaped his brain as Minho continued to fuck into him. The only thing he could do was whine and whimper. 

“Fuck, so beautiful. So perfect Jisung. I’m going to come too.” 

Jisung didn’t answer, but he placed a hand over his lower stomach, and Minho was sure he knew what he meant, but he had to be completely sure. 

“Where do you want it? Say it for me.” He demanded.

“Inside…”

And that was enough for Minho to slam his hips as deep as they could go, gripping him so tightly, like he never wanted to let him go. 

Jisung whined as he filled him, his cock spurted inside him over and over again. 

He could barely catch his breath as he was coming back down to earth. His hips flush with Jisung’s ass still. 

“Hurts.” He mumbled, and that snapped him out of his euphoric trance.

“Shit, sorry.” He apologized, slowly slipping out. Minho cursed, knowing his come was about to be dripping out. He didn’t want to ruin his sheets, so he grabbed his shirt and placed it under him.

He tried not to lose his fucking mind again as his come slowly dribbled from him. His red cheeks were tinted from the assault from Minho’s thighs and hips. His hole was still twitching, wide, wet and now gaping with Minho pouring out of him. It was perfect. 

He looked up to see his eyes closed, and Minho was suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. 

“Jisung? Are you…okay?” He asked, crawling up so he could see his face better. 

“I’m…perfect. But I'm sore.” He said, and Minho let out a relieved breath with a small smile. 

“I’ll get you a wet towel. I’ll be right back.” 

Minho was glad to get out of bed for a second. He needed a minute to collect his thoughts. 

Because he just took Jisung’s virginity. 

He told him he loved him. 

And everyone in the dorm definitely heard them. 

He slapped his face, trying to snap himself out of whatever dream he thought he was in. He was in shock. This was not what he was planning tonight. He had no idea Jisung loved him the same way. He found himself grinning widely. 

He quickly wet a towel and ran back to the bed. 

“Okay, can you lift your…”

He was passed out. His cute soft snores filled the room. Minho smiled fondly at him. 

He cleaned him up carefully, wiping and patting him dry. He tucked him under the covers, and Minho cuddled close to him. 

He had looked so tired earlier, and Minho was just happy he was getting some sleep. 

He succumbed to his dreams shortly after, happy to be getting some shut eye of his own. 

And he really hoped these nights of crawling into each other's beds would never end. 

Minho woke up to someone shoving at his shoulder. His sleepy eyes blinked to see Jisung sitting up and shaking him gently. 

“Hyung.” He spoke, and Minho stretched, rubbing at his eyes. 

“Hmm?” He responded, trying to wake up as best he could. Minho was shocked when Jisung pressed their lips together suddenly. He smiled at him, and Minho was definitely still bleary. 

“I have to go meet Chan hyung and Changbin hyung, we’re writing songs today. I don’t want to be late, Changbin hyung will get mad at me.” He told him, and Minho just nodded. 

“What? Yeah, okay.” He was still a little slow at processing his words, but he just smiled at him, kissing him back 

“I just…I wanted to say sorry for falling asleep.” He blushed, and Minho pulled him in for another kiss. 

“You’re fine, you were tired. I must have fucked you too good.” He smirked, and Jisung slapped his shoulder. 

“Your mouth is unreal.” 

“Imagine how much I’ve been holding back.” He whispered, tugging him in by the waist. Minho kissed his neck, making him shiver. 

“When I get back…can we talk about us?” He questioned shyly, and Minho pulled back to look into his eyes. 

“Of course. I’ll be home all day, and you know my door is open so just stop by whenever. Or if you want, I can come to you.” 

That made Jisung smile, but he blushed again as he seemed to be thinking.

“Thank you, for last night. It was really…just perfect. And I really like you, hyung.” He confessed, and Minho actually thought he was dreaming. 

“I really like you too, Jisung.”

Jisung leaned in to press their lips together again but he startled when a loud banging was on his door. 

“Minho hyung! Hannie! Let’s go! We have a lot of things to talk about today!” 

That was Changbin. 

“Minho hyung! You’re coming out to breakfast with Hyunjin and I! And you’re not allowed to say no! We have things to talk about!” 

That was Felix. 

“Okay, let us put our clothes on first.” Minho responded through the door and Jisung’s eyes went wide as he heard laughter through the wood.

Jisung grabbed a pillow and immediately started assaulting him with it, making him chuckle and plead for mercy.

“Hey, knock it off.”

“Then. Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut. ” 

Minho grabbed his wrist, pulling him in to press a kiss to his nose. 

“You know I’m really bad at that.”