Archive of Our Own

Chapter Text

“Jisung...”

No. Not again.

The softest of voices spoke to him... that voice that has left an imprint on his brain that he would never again be able to forget.

“Jisung... I love you...”

In the comfortable darkness that felt like it belonged to only the two, he could only hear their panting breaths and those magical words he thought he would never ever witness. Hands were roaming over his whole body and he was losing himself in the touch. His hands were exploring his bare back and chest and everything of him with trembling fingertips... the gentlest fingertips that were now brushing his sweaty hair out of his face to kiss him sloppily, but with a passion that took his breath away even more.

He was everywhere, in his mind, in his bed, pressed against his body... and Jisung never wanted anything more than this person to be his person. And it started out so well…

Jisung woke up, completely disoriented and alone. It happened again. For a short moment, his brain was still caught up in his dream before he came back to reality and the gaping hole in his chest opened again, wider than ever.

He pressed his hands to his face, trying to keep those thoughts out of his mind and drown out the sobs that always followed after his dream. Soon when he couldn’t control his sobs and his body was a shaking mess, he tried to close the gaping hole and put his knees up to his chest, holding him together so he wouldn’t fall apart.

The sound of chirping birds found its way into Jisung’s ears and made him slowly wake up. It was a miracle that he even found sleep again after last night’s memories crashed over him, but at one point he felt so weak and so cried out that his body literally ached for rest and made him sleep again, though his doze wasn’t very deep or even restful.

Images of hands reaching for naked skin, soft, tousled hair, pink, damp lips and sounds of breathless moans and whispered praises were creeping into his subconscious from last night. Oh, how he wished he could escape his thoughts a little longer...

He rolled onto his back and felt his muscles ache from his tense sleeping position and he had to shiver, not from cold but his constant anxious state that always left him a little trembly. Though he knew what the real reason was behind his shivers, he rubbed his hands up and down his arms to warm himself up a bit and covered his small body up to his chin with his blanket.

As he rolled around and his face hit the corner of the pillow, he felt the dampness his tears created overnight and just now he realized that his eyes were still wet and so puffy, it was hard to keep them even open… he quite literally just felt like absolute shit.

All his recurring intense memories, doubting thoughts and his broken heart, that just didn’t want to shut up, exhausted and drained him to the bone. But he knew that if he wouldn’t get up now, an avalanche-like stream of thoughts would hit him and carry him away to a dark, dark place.

“Come on, Jisung...”, he mumbled to himself, “come on, get up.” Though his body still longed for rest, he grabbed and put on one of his oversized hoodies. He ran away from his self-pity and into his kitchen, where he instantly turned on the radio and turned to his teapot, casually trying to dry his eyes from remaining tears.

While he was drowning out everything that could possibly trigger him by humming the songs on the radio, he looked out of the window and realized that the morning was still quite young. A dreamy sunrise was forming in front of his eyes, with pinkish clouds and the fiery glow of the sun that was starting to show behind the horizon... there was once a time when this sight felt like a warm hug to him, an invitation to daydream and appreciate the beauty in the little things, but now all Jisung felt was numbness because someone took all this euphoria away from him, someone who made him feel invincible once, so incredibly invincible and in love.

Minho.

The thought of his name made Jisung’s heart tighten painfully and he realized that all the countless tries of suppressing his feelings and distracting himself would never be enough to forget the imprint Minho made on his heart, first with the softest of feathers that soon turned into a scorching iron.

Jisung ignored the sunset and ignored his tea and was only just able to slump into a chair before sobs escaped his lips and he buried his face into his hands.

It had been one month, one whole fucking month, and he was still miserable every moment he was alone, it was unbearable. Slowly but surely, it also made him mad, at him, at Minho, at everything in this world, because he just. could. not. stop. caring.

Jisung’s hands that were shielding his face, now grabbed fistfuls of his blonde, thick hair in frustration but released them immediately when a sweet melody from the radio reached his ears and startled him... their song.

No, no, no, no.

He abruptly stood up to turn off the radio but stopped midway... it was already too late, the song transported Jisung back into this warm, balmy, late summer evening that changed everything... these memories hit Jisung so hard, he had to support himself against his kitchen unit, feeling how shaky his legs had become so suddenly.

It was an evening that showed him that falling head over heels in love was possible and not just fairy-tale wishful thinking...

Jisung remembered sitting in the bus ride home, happily reading his favourite book and enjoying the sunbeams that were caressing his face. He had to smile, because he just felt so incredibly content in that exact moment. One bus window had been tilted and let the warm summer air into the room, parting his fringe and tickling his sun kissed skin.

For today, he put on his favourite striped shirt and cosy cardigan, the perfectly comfortable outfit for his tutoring side job in English. It was an occupation that he felt was very fulfilling because the kids were just so precious and able to show their appreciation unfiltered and without the fear of rejection, a trait so wonderful that is often lost when children grew up.

Through his tutoring job, Jisung was also able to share his love for classical literature and after reminiscing his most loved moments with his kids, he buried his small hands into his long sleeves for comfort and devoted himself to one of his favourite books again, a wonderful classic, To the Lighthouse.

He then realized that he was close to reaching his favourite part, a passage that he already highlighted several times, and after reading his favourite words in the whole wide world, he closed the book and held it to his chest, savouring the exquisite writing he’d just witnessed.

The automatic voice telling him that he was close to his destination jolted him out of his thoughts and Jisung packed his bag, waiting for his station to come up, when he felt an intense gaze on him and looked up, into the softest brown eyes he had ever seen...

Oh God. The stranger’s eyes instantly held Jisung captive and did not let him go. He felt himself almost getting lost in them but managed to snap out of it. “God, Jisung,” he thought to himself. “Don’t make a fool out of yourself.” The boy, who still held his gaze, surely was as straight as can be and Jisung probably just had something sticking on his face. He tried to inconspicuously examine it in his phone screen but couldn’t find anything, just when he heard a soft giggle. It belonged to the boy.

Jisung looked up again from his screen and was greeted with such a warm smile, he had to smile back and tilt his head because he did not know what the hell was going on and why such an obviously beautiful guy was seeming to flirt with him.

The stranger let out an audible chuckle and slightly shook his head in response, while still maintaining eye contact. He was so gorgeous and Jisung felt heat travelling up his cheeks as he examined him. He seemed to be a little taller than Jisung and his quite toned body was clothed in black skinny jeans and a slim hoodie that made him look casually pretty.  His eyes wandered upwards over his soft facial features that included a cute button nose that had one freckle on its side, high cheekbones and soft, relaxed, pink lips…

and then he reached those brown, gentle eyes that made him get weak in the knees and hear his heart thumping in his ears.

Jisung didn’t realize that he’d been holding his breath, when the stranger started to make his way towards him and he distinguishably let out the air held in his lungs, followed by a little Oh, that accentuated his surprise and disbelief. Fuck.

In a matter of seconds, the boy was sitting next to him and the sudden closeness made Jisung turn even more red. The stranger was kind enough to not comment on it but instead introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Minho. Lee Minho.”

Minho.

Again, Jisung tried to snap out of his trance and answered. “Hi Minho, I’m Jisung.” He shyly but genuinely smiled at Minho and nodded once. “Jisung…”, he audibly repeated and gave him a little nudge, shoulder to shoulder. “What were you reading, Jisung?”, he added and pointed to Jisung’s backpack.

“Oh!” He was surprised that Minho brought it up and fished his book out of his bag again, showing him the cover. “It’s To the Lighthouse… I don’t know if you…” He didn’t finish his sentence and simply shrugged. “Yeah! I’m familiar with it. Virginia Woolf was a genius writer.”

This took Jisung by surprise and his jaw dropped a little before being able to control his facial features. “I can’t agree more! She’s my favourite writer of all time.”, he answered. “Understandable”, Minho added and shifted a little towards Jisung until his chest was brushing against his right arm.

Jisung was hyperaware of everything happening in those moments and his heart started beating faster. Minho lifted his hand and brushed over the cover, accidentally or maybe intentionally, also brushing along Jisung’s fingers that were holding the book.

“I also really love the cover. It’s a pretty artwork, I have to say.”

Jisung nodded, unable to say anything, and looked up. The look Minho gave him made him feel that he wasn’t talking about the book anymore.

“So, have you read it?”, Jisung blurted out to release the tension between them, though it was a very positive sensation. It worked. Minho was lowering his gaze and gave Jisung time to collect his thoughts. “I started reading, yes, but haven’t been able to finish it yet. Though she is a genius, adjusting to her writing style takes some time for me.” That made Jisung giggle.

“Oh, don’t worry, I can relate. It also took me some time to get comfortable with her style. But it’s really rewarding in the end, trust me.” Minho raised his eyebrows and slightly parted his lips with the corners turning upwards. “Now if that’s the case, then I think you have to read it to me, and that’s final.”

Now Jisung genuinely had to laugh. “Well, if you say so!”, he agreed, giving in to Minho’s little game. He didn’t know why but it was so easy to make conversation with him and besides his general flustered state he felt really, really comfortable.

“I could start with my favourite quote.”

Minho nodded encouragingly, moved even closer and looked over Jisung’s shoulder. Jisung used all his willpower to concentrate on finding the passage and not get lost in the feeling of how the touch of Minho’s chest was burning into his right shoulder blade and how his tousled, brown hair tickled his cheek. Thankfully, he found the quote quite quickly, then cleared his throat and began:

What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.

“Ah…I get why it’s your favourite.”, Minho’s soft voice sounded in Jisung’s ear and left a prickling feeling on his neck that went down along his spine. “So many people are longing for that huge, eye-opening revelation that tells them “Now your life makes sense, now you can start to enjoy it, but that’s so wrong, it will never happen. You should always try and appreciate those little precious moments. Right?”

Ah.

Those words that came from Minho were like balm for Jisung’s soul. He looked up into his eyes again and felt like this was a daily miracle, a match that struck unexpectedly in the dark and fanned the flame in Jisung’s heart.

“Yes.”, was all Jisung could reply.

They were literally gazing into each other’s eyes for ages, trying to make sense of this sudden and strong bond between them. But then, again, the automatic voice reminded him where he was, respectively where he wasn’t.

His head instantly snapped to the side to look for the bus display. “Oh, fuck me.” He missed his bus stop.

Minho beside him was shaken with laughter. “Don’t you think it’s a little too early for that?”, he asked, chuckling. Jisung snapped right back to face Minho, wide-eyed and completely red. “Sorry for swearing.”, he just said, not knowing how he should comment Minho’s statement.

He only knew that it made him feel very good.

“Did you miss your bus stop?”, Minho concluded. “Mhm. Because I had to read for you.” Jisung felt comfortable enough to tease him a little and it felt so natural to him, this dynamic between them.

Minho raised his eyebrows at that but Jisung could tell that he was amused. “Well… if that was really my fault, how about I’ll make it up to you and we’ll grab some drinks and snacks and take a walk at the local park? I’ll pay.”

Jisung pursed his lips at that, pretending to having to think about that but ultimately, of course, nodded. Maybe a bit too eagerly. “Sounds perfect.”

Two bus stops later and a quick side trip to the coffee shop, they found themselves in the park and Jisung felt nothing but happiness. Walking amidst blooming flowerbeds, along a quietly purling brook and besides Minho was pure bliss to him.

Though he was completely puzzled about how he could experience such feelings so early, he pushed those thoughts away. For now, every minute with Minho was precious. Jisung looked up to said beautiful boy, studying his side profile, his little freckle and the content smile that played upon his lips.

“Thanks again, for paying.”, Jisung said, holding up his peppermint tea and some rice puffs. “They are my fave.”, he mused and took a bite.

Minho’s smile turned into a chuckle. “You’re welcome, Jisung. Though I’m not getting this awful combination you ordered.” Jisung pouted playfully, his cheeks full and puffier than usual. Minho turned his head and mustered the younger, his gaze instantly softening. “But I’m not complaining.”, he added. “You look too cute with your cheeks stuffed like that.”

Jisung felt heat creeping into them and he tried to swallow his puffs as fast as possible. “I think they look ridiculous.” The Minho raised an eyebrow at that. “Please Jisung, you could never look ridiculous even if you tried your hardest.”

Though his words were like heart-balm for Jisung, he tried to play it off. “Not sure if I should believe the words of a stranger, Minho.” Now he raised his other eyebrow, too. “Didn’t know that you would turn out to be such a tease.”, he bantered himself. “But! If you’re so focused on the stranger issue, please follow me.”

Minho’s hand made his way to Jisung’s back, guiding and leading him onto a rather secluded path until they found themselves in a meadow, surrounded by trees that gave them a little more privacy. Which was just the perfect fit occasion for Jisung to tease a little more, though he actually felt totally besotted by Minho’s gentle touch.

“Isn’t that what you exactly should not do? Follow a stranger to anywhere remote so people won’t hear your cries of help?” At that Minho could only roll his eyes, but still, his touches were marked by affection as his hand extended to Jisung’s side, slightly cupping his hip.

“Come here.”, he growled light-heartedly and with one small tuck Minho carried Jisung down, both stumbling to the ground and giggling, Jisung crashing into his chest, his small hand seeking support on Minho’s knee. “Hey!!!” Jisung tried to sit up straight, but Minho still held his side, now adding his other arm to embrace the younger completely, pressing him even more against his chest.

Jisung would lie if he said that he didn’t enjoy the hell out of their embrace. Too soon, Minho let go of him again, yet maintaining their closeness, knees brushing against each other. “I’m not dangerous, Jisung, I promise.”, he chuckled, slowly coming down from his high. “I just thought that it’s a pretty and more private spot to get to know each other more.”

Jisung’s head was spinning. Minho was interested in getting to know Jisung. He really was! The younger was done with teasing. “I’m glad that you had this idea.”, he said, blushing faintly and looking up into Minho’s eyes, kind eyes, that radiated warmth and made him feel all edgy inside.

The next hours were filled with talks about everything and anything, about Jisung’s tutoring job and his studies in literature, Minho’s volunteer work as a dance instructor and his infinite love for his cats, learning that Minho already finished his studies in performing arts, being three years older than him.

 And in the course of their conversation they acted like two magnets, slowly but surely getting closer. At first, Jisung’s left side was brushing against Minho’s right shoulder, yearning for some touch that wasn’t too obvious.

But Minho was yearning, too.

Every minute he shifted a little until Jisung was fully leaning on Minho, half laying on his chest, both of them looking up to the sky. Like this, they sat there for a few moments of comfortable silence, listening to the birds chirping around them and their own calm, in-sync breathing.

“Are you feeling comfortable, Jisung?”, Minho said softly, taking him out of his daydreams.

“M-hmm…” His answer was drowsy, with a slight smile on his face and his eyes closed.

“I’m glad.” Jisung heard him chuckle, and a few moments later, felt his fingertips gently brush his hair out of his face, stroking along his temples down to his cheeks. “Your blonde hair looks so pretty on you.”

Though his heart rate lucidly increased anytime Minho had touched or complimented him, he still felt so at ease, he was only able to relax into the touch and hum quietly.

However, even in his hazy state, Jisung could detect the sky getting darker and the air chillier, steadily introducing autumn. One last breath in and out and Jisung mumbled Minho’s name.

“Hmm?” “What time is it?” “Close to 8 p.m. Do you have to go home?”

“M-hmm.”, Jisung answered, not yet ready to leave his relaxed state. Minho probably felt the same, still stroking Jisung’s cheek, now even letting his hand rest there. “Don’t move, Sungie.”, he whispered and Jisung felt him coming closer until Minho’s soft lips tenderly touched his cheek, resting there for what felt like forever to Jisung.

Ah.

“Minho…”

The older leaned back again, cooing. “Sorry, I just had to. I told you, your cheeks are irresistible.”

Jisung tried to clear his clouded mind, ignoring how much he wanted Minho to kiss his lips, too.

“I hope it’s not just my cheeks that you like.”, he jokingly replied, slowly sitting up.

“Unfortunately not.”, Minho answered, his eyes growing hard for a millisecond, however too short for Jisung to realize. Anyway, he was too hooked to realize anything subtle, still indulging in the feeling of Minho’s lips on his skin.

Slowly coming back from the dead, Jisung was greeted by only a gentle gaze from Minho and a supportive grip on his hands, helping him stand up. “Let’s get you back home.”

After a comfortably silent bus ride together, with only a few exchanged words and sneaking looks, reminiscing their day and exchanging phone numbers, they reached his home and Jisung was fiddling with his keys in front of his door, having a hard time not letting them fall.

His relaxed state from earlier had vanished a long time ago and he felt nervous. Has he ever been so nervous in someone else’s presence before? He surely wasn’t the most confident, he knew that, but he had never experienced such a great sensation of shyness rushing through him.

Surely, these strong feelings he was feeling stemmed above all from how incredibly attractive he found Minho, which were only increasing when he felt him standing close behind him, sensing the warmth of his body. Jisung had to force himself to not lean back and huddle against Minho’s chest, looking up into his gentle eyes, standing up on his tippy toes and maybe, just maybe, find Minho’s soft lips and steal a kiss... the thought of them touching let alone kissing sent lightning bolts through his body.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned around, trying to find the right words for a goodbye, but was startled when he realized how close Minho stood in front of him. The older’s intense gaze made Jisung stand there like a deer in the headlights, unconsciously leaning forward and throwing his caution overboard.

“I had a really great time, Jisung”, Minho said softly, with a mischievous grin on his face. He was radiating confidence which emphasized his captivating manner, and Minho knew what of an impact that had on Jisung, even after just having met today. The older enjoyed making him flustered and squirm a little under his gaze, but only because Jisung was so pretty to look at.

“I-I also really enjoyed our evening together, thank you for that”, Jisung said. He stumbled over his words and was maybe a little too honest, but still earned a winning smile from Minho. “Ah, I’m glad to hear that.”

He seemed to be calm personified while shamelessly flirting with Jisung. Minho put his hands into his hoodie pocket as if he had all the time in the world and, if that was even possible, intensified their eye contact, smirking down at him. Though he was only a few inches taller, the way that he carried himself made him a giant.

“So… I hope to see you soon?” He didn’t even have to ask in the first place, Jisung nodded before his brain could even process a “yes”. His smitten reaction let heat travel up his face, which made Minho chuckle to himself and slightly shake his head. He pulled one hand out of his pocket and caressed Jisung’s cheek with his fingertips, so softly, it was barely noticeable.

“You look so cute when you blush”, Minho sighed and left Jisung wanting to blush every single second of the day, just to feel this wonderful boy’s fingertips on his skin again.

Burying his hands again into his pocket, Minho bend downwards until his face was only inches away from Jisung’s. Minho’s sweet scent and his breath that tingled on Jisung’s lips bemused him entirely.

Just when he thought they would really, really kiss, Minho tilted his head. “Goodnight Jisung.”, he whispered in his ear and gave him a small peck on his earlobe, leaving the younger with goose bumps all over. “N-Night”, was the only thing Jisung could bring out, his surprise and arousal making him tongue-tied.

One last smirk and a nod from Minho, and he turned around to walk to the nearest bus station. He was nearly gone and swallowed by the shadows around him, but not before risking another glance into Jisung’s direction, waving goodbye. „Sleep well, Jisung!”, he called, walked a little backwards and made a cute face at him by scrunching up his nose, which made Jisung involuntarily giggle.

Minho then turned serious again and unblushingly looked at the younger boy, fully captivating him once more. Jisung wished this moment would last longer, them just gazing at each other, but in an instant, Minho turned around again and was gone.

Jisung just stood there for a moment, reminiscing the events of the day, secretly hoping that the infatuation he detected in Minho’s glances was not imagined. He sure as hell was absolutely smitten with Lee Minho.

Good morning, Sungie.

Jisung couldn’t believe his own eyes when he was wakened by a soft ‘ping’ and greeted by a message on his phone screen. From Minho.

Jisung’s heart instantly made itself noticeable, beating quickly. Minho. Minho. Minho.

Good morning!! Happy to hear from you. Did you sleep well?

Jisung sounded overly excited but he didn’t care. He never would have reckoned to receive such an early message from him. In a couple of minutes, he got an answer that made him look forward to today, jumping up from the bed and running to the bathroom:

Ah, yes, I did, thanks. Hope you too?

Also, are you free today? Would love to see you again. Asap.

As soon as possible!!!!

Jisung answered while brushing his teeth. Slept really well! And sure, I’m free! What do you have in mind?

And while waiting for Minho’s message, he looked into the mirror and tried to make him look presentable. “I’ll see him again, I’ll see him again today! I’ll see Minho again today!”, Jisung warbled away and plucked at individual hair strands until another ‘ping’ made him jump and instantly grab his phone.

What about a picnic? There’s a lovely place I know. I’ll pack some stuff and pick you up in thirty?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Sounds great! I’ll be ready.

And Minho kept his words. Around half an hour later, Jisung received another ‘ping’.

Come outside.

Jisung grabbed his backpack, throwing it over one shoulder and made his way to the door. He ultimately decided to go for a lilac-hued hoodie, which made him feel pretty and comfortable and he really, really hoped Minho would find him pretty, too.

For a moment, he stood behind the still closed door, fidgeting his feet and shaking his arms, trying to shake the nervousness out of his system. Ultimately, Jisung had to laugh at himself and shake his head, because it literally did not help at all. So he just plucked up courage and yanked open the door.

And the sight he was greeted with, made any struggle, any anxious thought worthwhile.

Minho was leaning against a car, tousled, brown hair framing his distinct features and a winning smile on his pretty lips. Those lips that kissed his cheek yesterday…

Though he was totally smitten at the sight of Minho, he couldn’t help but giggle. Their clothing was coordinated.

It wasn’t a hoodie he was wearing, Minho went for a fluffy sweater in the same colour as Jisung’s clothing and it visibly hugged his toned chest, not to mention the light washed jeans that clung around Minho’s well-formed thighs. Jisung instantly felt under-dressed and was on the brink of running back into his flat.

“Jisung! You look lovely today.”, he openly grinned at him, probably unaware of how much of an impact his words had on the younger. “Love the colour, especially.”

“Ah, thank you.” Jisung shyly scratched the back of his head, pulling at a hair strand to ease off some of his tension, making his way towards Minho. “But I would say that you’re the one really rocking his outfit.”

Jisung was now in reach and Minho surprised him by grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulling him close, making the younger yelp in surprise. “Stop babbling nonsense, Jisung. You look adorable today.”, he reassured, amused eyes steadily looking at him, exploring his face.

Jisung could already feel a faint blush creeping into his cheeks, from Minho’s intense gaze and their embrace that the older now deepened, his hands leaving the front of his hoodie, sliding along his sides and ultimately folding his fingers behind Jisung’s back, so he held him even closer.

Jisung felt that they looked like that newly enamoured couple on the schoolyard that couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and were either envied or scolded at by their peers. He was on cloud nine, gazing soundly into Minho’s profound eyes and getting lost in the warmness of them.

Way to soon, Minho loosened his grip around his waist, but only to open up the door for Jisung. “In you go!”

The drive to the yet secret destination was just pleasant, with a warm, late summer breeze coming through the opened windows, playing with the boys’ hair, dreamy music coming from the stereo.

Jisung closed his eyes at the wonderful sound of the current song and pensively smiled. “What’s the song called? It’s amazing.”, he mused.

Minho chuckled slightly, pleased that his musical taste was being praised. “Ah, it’s one of my current faves. Called “Fly Out West” by Yot Club.” He turned his head now smiling directly at him. “It’s a great song to introduce the beginning of a great day, isn’t it?” Jisung returned the smile, beaming. “You’re right.”

And Minho was proven right. They shared a lovely day together in the sun on a covert meadow, isolated from any other visitors of the park. It offered a stunning view of the wide fields stretching out in front of them and of their city’s skyline, standing out against the blue sky.

Shared laughter, affectionate touches and good food were enough to make time fly by incredibly fast and it felt like just an hour had gone by when the sky started to change colours into soft orange tones.

Jisung’s heart was swelling up at the sight of it, sunsets always making him sentimental. “Those are my favourite sight in the whole wide world.”, Jisung enthused, sighing. He was again snuggled up against Minho’s chest with his back towards him and probably never felt more comfortable.

As long as Minho didn’t intentionally stroke his arms, his cheek, squeezed his thigh or ran through his hair with his fingers… then his heart would make a huge jump. But he didn’t complain.

Everything felt so good and so natural to him. Minho let his chin rest on top of Jisung’s head, causing the just mentioned heart race and joined into his sighing. “You’re right. It looks wonderful.” He tilted his head and faintly breathed a kiss into Jisung’s hair.

“Though I have something way prettier here, in front of me.”

As it got a little too chilly to stay outside comfortably, they packed their stuff and started driving back to Jisung’s flat, Jisung cosily wrapped in a blanket and smiling contently because they listened to their song again.

Shortly before they arrived at Jisung’s home, having gotten out of the car and walking the last bit, Minho suddenly grabbed his hand, fingers intertwining with Jisung’s, making his heart beat up his throat, so hard, he could hear it ringing in his ears.

 Shit, shit, shit.

Would they kiss later?

Still, he tried to act casual about it, which only worked for a short moment… until he saw that Minho looked at him as if Jisung was the prettiest boy he had ever laid is eyes on, and he even looked a little aroused.

This feeling instantly transferred to Jisung and everything he wanted to do was to wrap his arms around the older’s neck and kiss him hard, tasting him and feeling his soft lips on his, needing more than just the innocent touches they shared earlier.

But still, he did not dare.

Though he felt incredibly comfortable in Minho’s presence, he still was too scared of rejection, a feeling that constantly pressed into his mind, fuelled by his insecurities. So the only thing he did was stroking the back of Minho’s hand with his thumb and getting deeply lost in his eyes.

As they reached Jisung’s door, he let go of Minho’s hand, turned around to him and tried not to showcase his feeling and turbulent inner world because in truth he was feeling so, so much in Minho’s presence and it scared him. It scared him to show his already so strong feelings, so he tried to put them in a box and quietly lock it.

Jisung’s composed manner made Minho frown. “Hey…” He slightly stroked Jisung’s arm, leaving a burning sensation on his and making Jisung want to give in.

“Did you enjoy today? Because I really did, Jisung.”

Oh, fuck it.

He stuck to the truth, intertwining his own fingers with each other to ease a little of his anxiety. “I loved today, I really did. I’m just a little cautious, you know? Because we just got to know each other.” Jisung’s words were barely audible and he looked down. Until Minho put one finger under his chin and made Jisung look at him again.

Soft eyes were greeting him and Minho’s following words made him forget all his worries. “Don’t worry, Jisung. I really, really enjoy being with you and I don’t see an end to that desire. Not at all.” His eyes gained a sparkle and he slightly grinned. “Though I’m a little disappointed that you’re able to compose yourself so well in my presence sometimes.”

“Oh, you tell me, I feel like you were barely affected by my presence at all, yesterday.”, Jisung teased, trying to conceal his bliss from hearing Minho’s reassurance. Minho instantly stepped closer, hovering over the younger and smirking down at him.

“You’re wrong. I’m just really good at hiding what I’m feeling inside, you know?”

He lifted one hand and slightly lay it on the side of Jisung’s face, softly stroking his cheek. “Why do you think were my hands buried in my pockets the whole time yesterday? I just wanted to grab you and kiss the shit out of those pretty pink lips of yours.”

His soft touch was contrasting his strong words. Jisung couldn’t explain what those whispers did to him, but he knew he was so close to giving in.

“If that’s the case, Minho, then you have a lot of self-control.” It came out as just a whisper.

“Oh I know, Sungie, but I’m on the verge of losing it.”

Minho’s hand that rested on Jisung’s cheek wandered to his neck, unexpectedly tightening his grip.

You could cut the tension between them with a knife and Jisung started to feel a little sick, too many butterflies roaming around in his belly. This feeling was intoxicating. He was so smitten for Minho, that he physically needed him to tighten his grip on his neck even more and kiss him.

Kiss him hard.

Kiss him everywhere.

He knew that what he would say now would change everything.  So he did.

“Why don’t you just give in then?”

Over the course of their conversation, they did not break eye contact and Jisung could see how something just clicked and the hunger in Minho’s eyes took over. Just like Jisung begged for in his head, Minho tightened his grip and buried one hand into the youngers hair, pulling him closer.

And then they kissed. And it felt so good.

Minho’s touches were firm but his lips were so soft, moving more and more urgently against Jisung’s.

It was better than he could have ever imagined.

The part of his brain making reasonable decisions said its last farewell and he leaned into kiss, pressing his whole front against Minho’s body. There was not an inch left between them now and Jisung’s hands were laying on the older’s chest, feeling its muscles and getting overwhelmed by the desire of sucking on his naked skin.

Just when those thoughts crossed his hazy mind, Minho opened up his lips, making him forget anything but his hot tongue moving inside of his mouth… he couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. Which seemingly sent Minho over the edge.

“Inside. Now.”, he growled against their open mouths.

Jisung tried to form one single coherent thought so he would be able to get his keys and open the door, which Minho made it nearly impossible. As soon as Jisung turned around, unsteady on his feet, he hovered over him and started sucking on the younger’s neck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Just like he wanted to do yesterday, Jisung leaned into the touch, panting relentlessly.

“Fucking hell, Jisung. Open that damn door.” Jisung could tell that Minho was enjoying how he shamelessly pressed into him because he just couldn’t help it. But he also could sense his eagerness to go inside, have some privacy.

“Wanna do that for me?”, he asked teasingly and held up the keys while giving him a kiss on his flushed cheek. The door was open in a millisecond and even before they were fully inside, Minho searched for Jisung’s lips again.

“Sungie...”

As he was kissing him again, he took the younger by the shoulders and pressed him into the nearest wall. “You’re so fucking pretty, Sungie.”, he whispered and was eyeing him with dark eyes, his hair messy and his already plump lips swollen from all their wild kissing.

No, he was fucking pretty. But Jisung was unable to communicate that, too strong was his desire to be kissed again.

And in an instant, Minho did exactly that and more. His hands were both buried in Jisung’s hair and he planted wet kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, his neck and his collarbone… receiving numerous small moans from Jisung. “Minho… Please don’t stop.”

He felt Minho chuckling against his skin. “Are you enjoying my kisses?” he asked and bit into the soft skin above his collarbone. Jisung was only able to frantically nod his head. “Yes, yes…”

The older kissed his way up to Jisung’s lips again.

“I’m enjoying your kisses, too, Jisung.”

Minho’s caresses, his presence, his words were all adding up to an indescribable feeling, a growing desire to let Minho never ever go again. And of course, they also added to Jisung getting achingly hard. Minho sensed that. “Wanna make you feel good, Sungie, so good.”

A consenting moan escaped Jisung’s lips though he was very nervous to show Minho everything of him. “Don’t have to go all the way”, the older added in between kisses and Jisung completely relaxed in his arms and sloppily grabbed his shirt to show him the way to his bedroom.

When they arrived, Jisung grabbed him a little more and pulled Minho onto his bed and his body. Minho did not waste any time and pushed Jisung’s shirt up, exposing his belly and planting kisses on his stomach, making the younger arch towards Minho’s hungry lips.

His hands that were pushing up his shirt, now flatly roamed over his skin he just kissed and before Jisung could adjust to this feeling, Minho blatantly reached to touch his aching bulge with his palm, squeezing just slightly. Jisung whined aloud because it was so much pleasure and he looked up to Minho hovering over him and smirking, still moving his palm and adding pressure.

“Please…”

The younger grabbed Minho’s arms and dug his nails into them, because he just didn’t know what to do with being so overwhelmed. He felt the older’s arm muscles twitching under his fingers and realized that he was moving downwards, his fingers aiming at his trouser buttons.

“Can I…?”

Again frantic nodding from Jisung. His hands were still holding onto Minho’s arms, more for support than for anything else, but Minho wanted to play a little game.

He released Jisung’s grip on him and took both of the younger’s wrists into one hand while opening his trousers with the other. Jisung wiggled out of his jeans and was now only in his boxers, his bulge way more visible than before.

“Ahh, Sungie…” The older kissed one of his pinky fingers that were still fastened in his grip, then released his wrists and supported Jisung’s ass with his hands, his eager fingers already feeling the waistband of his boxers. Minho looked up to Jisung, locked eyes with him and planted an open-mouthed kiss on his growing bulge. “So hard for me, Sungie.”, he whispered and these slightest vibrations were making Jisung crazy.

“Just for you, Lino. Just for y-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence because in just a second, Minho was pulling his boxers down, fully exposing him. Jisung started panting in surprise and as the older really, truly started to put him into his hot mouth, his hands sprung to his face because he got so shy, showing himself so horny.

But it was not possible hiding now, Minho’s lips, so soft and wet, wrapped around his length, were making him whimper relentlessly.

His moans filled the room and he couldn’t focus on anything else than that Lee Minho, this wonderful boy, was sucking his dick right now. Minho increased his pace, also adding a hand, the other wandering towards his butt and squeezing, making Jisung’s dick twitch from pleasure.

Minho started moaning, too, which send indescribable vibrations along Jisung’s length and made him see stars. His hands were still pressed to his face, clenching his fringe in his fists.

“Sungie…look.”

Minho’s voice took him out of his bewildered state and when he looked down he was greeted by the prettiest face, lips slick with spit and Jisung’s precum. He stuck out his pretty pink tongue and licked painfully slow along Jisung’s length, not breaking their eye contact.

Jisung’s head sank back into the pillow, whimpering like there was no tomorrow and Minho had gone back to bobbing his head up and down, with the goal of stealing even louder moans from him. He was hollowing out his cheeks, flatting out his tongue against Jisung’s dick and soon enough Jisung couldn’t help but move his hips up and down, because he had become so needy, so desperate to feel his whole length submerged into Minho’s mouth.

But just as he felt himself coming close, Minho suddenly stopped.

“I feel like somebody here thinks that he is in control.”

The older let go of Jisung, completely neglecting his cock. “No, no, no, please, it just felt so good, I couldn’t help it.” Jisung pushed himself up and was gasping at Minho, fully exposed, a panting mess. How could he think that the younger was even just a little bit in control?

“Hmm… I’m not convinced yet, Sungie. I guess you have to beg a little.” His fingertips were slightly stroking along Jisung’s still painfully hard dick and sent him into a delirium. He sunk back again into the pillows, hiding his face, ears turning bright red.

“Please, Minho, please please please don’t stop. So close and feels so good, so so good, Lino...” He was a whining mess. “Please suck me off, Lino, please…”

Jisung’s eyes grew wet from frustration and need but before he had to continue begging, Minho finally gave in, caressing his sensitive, messy head with his thumb and putting him in his mouth once more.

And he had Jisung right on the edge again.

“Such a good boy for me.”, Minho growled against his dick while the younger continued moaning uncontrollably, Minho’s praising overwhelming him so much.

Suddenly, he felt Minho’s warm, sticky hand, resting on his cheek, making him look up again, his gaze getting locked on Minho’s lips, trance-like.

“Sungie, help yourself.”, he heard him saying, helping him along by letting his hand wander again to his ass and lifting his hips up and down, while taking his whole length down his throat. “I’ll allow it”, Minho added with a smirk as he comes up again. “But you’ll have to watch.”

The older hadn’t missed out on Jisung hiding his face behind his hands when his pleasure took over.

“Mhm ‘kay”, Jisung whispered, unable to refuse such a tempting offer. He propped himself up with shaky arms, leaning on his elbows and instantly grabbing the bedsheets for support. The smug smile he received from Minho who was watching his every move, he felt, could make him cum right then and there. He was so hot.

“Perfect.”

While still smugly looking into Jisung’s eyes, he lowered his open mouth towards his dick again, pink lips slightly sucking on the tip. Minho was such a pretty sight… so, so beautiful, it made him believe that Minho just could not be real.

Embarrassed of his endless fondness and him moaning and whimpering so much, Jisung bit his lower lip, so hard it nearly drew blood.

Slowly, to not anger Minho, he bucked up his hips and this hot, wet feeling clinging around him made it nearly impossible not to go back to being a loud mess again.

“Shit, shit, shit.”, he whispered under his breath and started to thrust up into Minho’s mouth faster again. Thankfully, the older didn’t mind.

Well, he was far from minding.

Once again, Minho started moaning, too, increasing friction, and Jisung’s arousal went sky high. As Minho supported the younger’s ass and squeezed painfully hard, he knew he was going to come any minute.

“Lino, I’m close…”, he whimpered, not sure how they would proceed now.

The only reaction he got, though, from Minho was him increasing his speed, hollowing his cheeks out even more and fisting his shirt, so he would not sink down into his pillows again.

This indescribable sensation around his dick, the sounds of their combined moans in the darkened room and the sight of Minho looking so hot but also so wasted, with glazed, big eyes looking up at him and spit leaking out of the corners of his plump lips, were enough to put him over the edge, cumming into Minho’s waiting mouth and releasing a set of whiney moans, louder than ever from all the tension leaving his body.

Minho released the grip on his shirt, allowing Jisung to fall back and ride out his orgasm, nearly ripping the bedsheets from the mattress.

A wave of content exhaustion rushed through his body as he slowly but surely relaxed, unclenching his fists and exhaling deeply.

“Lino… this felt so good.”

He heard Minho, who still had him in his mouth, chuckle and then felt him releasing his dick, making sure to drag his tongue flatly along his length and receiving a last whimper from Jisung, because he was so sensitive.

Wanting to see Minho’s perfect face again, Jisung quickly sat up, feeling a little light-headed, first from the quick movement, then from Minho’s intoxicating sight as he visibly swallowed Jisung’s cum, obviously waiting for him to see.

“You taste so good, Sungie.”, Minho whispered, words that were making Jisung grow half-hard again.

The older moved towards him and pressed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on Jisung’s lips, exchanging the warm, salty taste he still had lingering on his tongue. It made Jisung literally go crazy.

He moaned against Minho’s lips and without even realising, grabbed his face with both of his hands to intensify the kiss, their needy tongues moving against each other.

They both got lost in their kissing and Jisung felt as if they just started over again, bodies pressed together, hands roaming over skin.

Just when the younger’s trembling fingers made his way towards Minho’s jeans, they were interrupted by the buzzing of a phone.

“Shit”, Jisung heard him say under his breath, and then a bit louder, but sounding somehow annoyed: “I have to go, Sungie. I would love to stay, but there’s some stuff I have to take care of.”

“Oh.”

Jisung was still a bit slow in the head from their intense kissing and his need to exchange Minho’s favour from earlier. “Please just stay half an hour more? Wanna make you feel good, too.”, he said with a small voice, his fingers finally reaching Minho’s pants and instantly palming his crotch.

Jisung realized with delight that Minho was incredibly hard. The older let out an uncharacteristically small whimper and for a moment, he pressed into Jisung’s hand, rolling his hips and squeezing his eyes shut, plump lips relaxed.

But to Jisung’s disappointment, Minho recovered himself and shook his head. “I would love that, baby, but I really have to go.” He pressed a soft kiss onto Jisung’s forehead and made his way from the bed. “I’ll call you tomorrow, right?”, he said when he stood, looking him directly in the eye.

“Gosh, you look so pretty.”

Jisung instantly blushed, imagining how he must look: half naked, messy hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, teary-eyed and red spots all over him from all his arousal. And Minho called him pretty.

“I’ll wait for your call.”, he said, smiling tiredly.

“Oh, I hope so.”

Minho smirked and made his way to the door. “Sleep well, Sungie.”

“You too, Minho.”

And away he was.

Endearing. Handsome. Breath-taking. So hot. Making him feel so good.

The events of the day before were bustling around in Jisung’s head, making him feel intoxicated and full of butterflies, so much it made him sick.

Flashbacks of Minho hovering over him, leaving soft but determined kisses all over his body, the things he said to him, praising him, teasing him while giving him the greatest pleasure he ever felt, made him perpetually dizzy.

It had been an out of body experience for Jisung and he wanted, no, he needed more.

He still lay in bed, having not yet moved since he happily passed out after Minho left so hastily.

A wave of sleepiness had made him drift to sleep quite quickly.

Now he was wide awake again, forcefully hugging his bedsheets because all this re-experiencing made him giddy with excitement and so eager for more. That Jisung didn’t start to squeal like an infatuated little girl was the least.

He shook his head laughing, too euphoric to even care but ultimately stood up to cool down a bit and take a shower with his goal of making himself clean and pretty for seeing Minho later. But even in the shower he wasn’t able to escape his reveries; it rather encouraged his thoughts, being naked and horny and feeling the warm water comfortably hug his features.

Trying to get the thought of Minho, taking a shower with Jisung and doing unspeakable things to him, out of his head, he scrubbed himself extra hard and quick to get out of the shower stall as soon as possible and leave those ideas behind.

“Fuck”, Jisung muttered to himself. “Fucking hell.”, he snorted while supporting himself on the sink, his gaze unfocused. He was doomed.

Those outbursts of him drooling over the events the day before and daydreaming himself into made up situations that he hoped would take place in the future filled his day while Jisung put on ten different outfits, styled his hair for over one hour so it would look effortlessly but still done with effort and tried to eat something though not even a pea would fit into his already full stomach.

But Jisung didn‘t mind, he was just too excited to see Minho again.

There was only one problem, though.

Minho didn’t call.

Jisung had already been checking his phone every minute of the day, so he realized that Minho hadn’t been active since he had left his flat, but now that it was already late afternoon he grew anxious and couldn’t help but think about any mistake, any faux pas Jisung had made that could’ve scared Minho off.

Rummaging through any signs of annoyance from Minho, he let himself down the bed with furrowed brows and his lower lips between his teeth. No... Jisung couldn’t find any warning signs...

Though the phone in his hand grew heavier and the knot in his chest tighter, he tried to stay positive, making him believe that some important appointment had interfered with Minho’s intention to call.

Too scared and too proud to call Minho himself, Jisung made himself comfortable in his bed, trying to blind out the fact that the older sucked his dick right where he was laying now, and started watching a new series.

The view of the sky outside changed its colour from bright blue to orange and pink tones until a bruised purple introduced the beginning of dusk. And still there was no call from Minho.
Jisung sighed, feeling how tired he already became.

“I guess I should have known, right?”

He tried not to let the rush of disappointment take over his body but that was nearly impossible. As the dusk turned into a pitch black night and Jisung couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore, he just stripped out of pants, no incentive to properly get ready for the night.

Jisung knew that he reacted irrationally and not at all healthy but his disappointment was just too big and his insecurities too prominent to allow the thought that Minho had a valid reason not to call and that this reason didn’t involve Jisung having done something wrong.

He put his knees up to his chest and, to his embarrassment, cried silently into his pillow, yearning Minho’s presence. Which turned even worse as he remembered that Minho won’t be able to see how pretty Jisung made himself for him.

Fucking hormones making him irresponsibly obsessed and act over-dramatically. Still, before drifting to sleep, Jisung put his phone out of silent mode, hope still glimmering in his heart.

And Jisung‘s hope was rewarded. A shrill sound woke him up and it took him a minute to locate it as his ringtone, making his heart instantly beat up his throat.

Jisung’s earlier tiredness was washed away in an instant. He grabbed his phone with unsteady fingers but managed to answer the call.

It was Minho.

“Hello?”, Jisung said, having to clear his throat.

“Jisung, baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t call! There was - well, I had an emergency back at home that was quite urgent. You know I told you about my cats?”

Jisung tried to concentrate on the topic, not on how lovely Minho’s voice sounded and how his heart took a leap at the sound of it. “Yes, of course! I hope they’re well??” “They are now, but Dori wasn’t feeling well while my mom watched them, so we had to get him to a vet immediately. But apparently he just ate something that cats aren’t supposed to eat, that dumbass. That’s why he had some bellyaches.”

Minho chuckled at those silly happenings. And Jisung laughed with him, his heartache and worries from earlier forgotten.

“Oh well, I’m glad he’s fine now.”

Minho’s voice seemed to get raspier. “Oh, me too. It was a torture not being able to call and see you, to continue where we left off yesterday... so I’m really sorry again, Sungie.”

Jisung had to audibly swallow at that, trying to make himself sound casual, a bit teasing even. “Well, if that is the case, you can make it up to me by taking me out somewhere nice tomorrow? I have some tutoring to do in the morning but afterwards I’m free.” Minho gently chuckled again.

“There’s nothing I would rather want to do, Jisung. Be ready at 2 p.m.?”

Ah. Jisung’s heart felt intact again.

“Works for me!”

“Perfect.”

Jisung was able to pick out the smile in his voice. “Really yearning to see you, Sungie.”

Those words made him roll onto his back and grin from ear to ear. “Me too, Minho.”

Jisung was even more than yearning, he felt like he needed Minho like oxygen to breath… just as he realized earlier today, he was doomed. But Jisung didn’t care, it was all pure bliss to him.

So much that he slowly became uncareful, careless even, not even questioning why Minho had called him at 3 a.m. in the morning.