Promise?

part 1

"What do you want to eat then?" Jisung mumbled to his roomate, Minho.
Minho walked into the kitchen, recently woken up from a nap, only the coverings of his boxers saving him. Jisungs eyes crawled around Minhos body, longing to touch...just one touch.. Jisung quickly snapped back into reality as he heard Minho speak.
"Mm anything. Just make me whatever, I don't care" he said, a devilish smirk on his face, knowing the exact effect he had on sung. Jisung cleared his throat and nodded, gathering up some ingredients to make his roomate something to eat, but then, he paused.
"Yknow, I'd rather if you wore clothes when walking around...it makes me uncomfy.." he spoke in a small voice, looking down at his feet timidly.
"Oh...is that so?" Minho chuckles lowly. You see, minho was known to be a player. He would bring people home and force jisung out alot. He was notorious.
Jisung just nods, his cheeks flushing a deep, deep red.
"Mm well then I guess I can...but I don't want to so.." he shrugs, chuckling more.
Jisung becomes annoyed, with himself and with minho, banging his hand down against the kitchen counter.
"Why can't you just fucking do what I ask? You always force me out of my own home to fuck some stupid little whores!"
Minho was instantly taken aback, blinking and just standing still.
"Well...I'm sorry? But don't call those people whores...they aren't whores..." he bites his lip, trying to comprehend where the sudden outburst had come from.
"They are if they fuck with someone like you...idiot. gish your such a fucking dickhead! You know what? I'm moving out that's fucking it!!" Jisung continued, bashing around and slamming the kitchen cupboard doors closed. Minho winced, being sensitive to anger, he just huddles up I the doorway.
"Please don't leave...we can fix this...how about we agree on rules..?" He said, surprisingly calmly.
Ji just looks at him, thinking. 'Should I? I really don't wanna leave....this is all I have...he makes me so happy but he doesn't even know...' he internally debates with himself, staring blankly at the floor, causing minho to worry a bit.
"I promise I won't do anything you don't like, and you can't do things I don't like either...that way its fair...please sung.." Minho continued.
Jisung subtly nods...trying to find the right words.
"O-okay...I'll stay.." he says, moving to slump down at the kitchen table. Minho soon after does the same, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair.
"So...you don't like me being shirtless yeah?" He begins, twiddling his fingers together.
"Mhm..." jisung replies, staring blankly at the floor yet again, deep in thought. 'No minho I don't like it, I fucking love it...I'm just scared I won't be able to control myself and then.. you'll find out...' jisung retorts in his head. Little did he know, Minho felt the same way.