Promise?

Part 3

Jisung just looked up at him. Speechless. Not one rational excuse came into his head. He was frozen.

Minho cleared his throat, anger becoming to grow inside him, his facial expression clearly reflecting that too. "Come on then, why are you here? I thought you left hm?" He asked with a cold voice, still clinging to the others hand.
"I...I um...i-i..." jisung spluttered out, too terrified to be able to spit out a coherent sentence.
"Yknow what? Forget it. Let's go." Minho takes the gorgeous golden haired boy by his hand and leads him away, ushering him out the apartment. Jisung just stays frozen for some time, later finally climbing out the tub and running to his room. Minho by this point had cracked open a can of coke and is sprawled on the couch, watching a movie by himself. But he wasn't quite paying attention...his mind just trying to think up of a reason that jisung would have purposely listened to him having sex? It just didn't click in his head.
Jisung flops on his bed, stuffing his face into his pillow and sobbing. Why? Even he didn't know.

-a few days later-

Everything had been somewhat forgotten...but it still seemed to linger. The air in the apartment was so thick... you could just feel it. The tension rising at each moment the two interacted. Sexual tension. For sure.

"Uhm..minho do you wanna watch a movie since we're both doing nothing?" Jisung asked. It was late afternoon and the two were doing what they always do. But this time ji had decided to take some initiative and grow a pair, asking to actually do normal roomie things. He was proud. He mentally gave himself cute little head pats.
"Uhh...yeah sure I guess.." Minho replied, with a brow raised and squinty eyes. He didn't like change. He liked sitting in silence. He didn't really want to have to interact. So he chooses to target jisungs weakness. He picks up the remotes and quickly flicks through movies, not even letting jisung have the time to see anything he likes before clicking a horror movie. He chuckles lowly to himself, leaning back and putting his phone to the side. Jisung just gasped softly. His eyes widening, already feeling terrified at the movies outer cover picture on the screen.
"O-oh...y-you wanted to watch something scary..?" Ji said timidly, curling up in the far corner of the couch, already shaking like mad. Minho found this incredibly entertaining, chuckling to himself and not even bothering to reply, just pressing play and snuggling down onto the couch.

Subconsciously, the two scooted closer and closer as the movie went on. Even minho was scared. He regretted choosing this movie. They inched closer and closer, until, let's be honest, they might as well have been on each others laps. Jisung had his head resting on minhos shoulder, his knees tucked up against his chest. Minho was in a similar position, his arms hugging jisungs arm, his knees up too. They were both too engrossed to even process how close they really were...
Eventually the film ended, the two still tangled up together. The credits began to roll as jisung finally seemed to notice their position. He didn't dare move a muscle. He kinda liked it. He stayed still for a few moments, then looking up at minho. Minho felt his gaze, slowly looking down to meet it.
"Hm?" He simply hummed down at ji. He didn't even think anything of what was going on.
"Nothing...nothing..." jisung replied, his palms getting sweaty, his tummy fluttering. His eyes instinctively started to roam down minhos body...eyeing his chest and yeah, his dick. Minho watched, a smirk growing on his face. Everything seemed to finally make sense. Now he realised why jisung listened in on him being intimate with someone else. He had a crush on him! He found it so entertaining, he just had to tease.
"Eyes are up here love." He simply said, keeping a straight face.
Jisung instantly become more flustered, not quite believing he just got caught staring at someone's dick. It was so embarrassing.
"Um...s-sorry..." he replied. He didn't exactly know what else to say. "Oh min I was staring because I want you in me so so badly..." Or perhaps "why fuck all those people and not me...? Don't you want me too? Am I not obvious enough?".  Jisung really hated how his head and mouth just don't do the same thing.
"Don't be. It's cute." Minho teased, chuckling more and untangling himself from ji. He purposely stretches, making sure his shirt rides up, his sweatpants low enough to show his boxers and, well, his bulge. Jisungs eyes obviously went straight back down. There was no deny that he found minho so incredibly hot. He loved how perfectly plump his lips were. How his eyes seemed so full of sparkles. How his hair seemed to fall at all the perfect angles without him even needing to try. How perfectly toned his body is, he was lucky to have seen him only in his boxers, thats for sure. He drifted off into a daydream, continuing to stare at his dick even though minho had relaxed again. Minho just keeps chuckling. He found it so so cute. Even he had slight thoughts about jisung too. He found him so cute. How his cute little cheeks look when he eats. How his eyes always widen when he gets embarrassed or scared. How he always wore hoodies way too big for him. They looked so cute on him. He just wanted to rip them off. Minho hasn't had the privilege of seeing jisung topless...yet.

"Eyes." Minho said sternly.