𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘. ❥ minsung.

three

Jisung showed up at Minho's dorm at 4:08.

"Wow," the older had joked, "right on time."

"Shut up." Jisung adorably (according to Minho) smacked Minho on the arm before entering the room. "You're roommates with Chan, right?"

Minho nodded, falling onto the couch. "Yep," he popped the p.

Jisung took a seat next to Minho, his legs immediately curling up to take up the littlest amount of space possible.

Minho chuckled at his antics. He's so cute.

"I'm glad you showed. I didn't want to be single and lonely in one night."

Jisung nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks. Chan and Felix were having their scheduled date "night", so both he and Minho were left roommateless.

An awkward silence stretched through the room until Minho grew impatient.

"Sooooo, are you going to ask for help or are we going to sit here until the sun goes down?"

Jisung merely shrugged. There were things that he wanted to ask, but didn't really know how to weave them into the non-existent conversation.

The older sighed. He scooted closer to the younger, pulling him onto his lap.

Jisung turned red. "W-what are you doing?"

Minho buried his face into the crook of Jisung's neck. "Mmh, nothingggg."

"Well, um, should we–" The boy's breath hitched as he felt the older's lips on his neck.

"Hm?" Minho pulled away from the younger neck.

Jisung panicked. All he could feel was Minho's hot breath on his neck. "Never-nevermind."

Because what was Jisung to say anything?

He needed to be on Minho's good side.

~

It had been a week of Minho listening to Jisung rat out his relationship problems, and the latter was waiting for advice.

He was restless.

Minho, meanwhile, was trying to suppress the thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to Jisung. He would never try to purposely mess up their relationship. He'd seen Jeonseok and Jisung around sometimes, and they were so in love it was sickening.

Anyways.

When Jisung entered Minho and Chan's room for the umpteenth time, he was surprised and excited to hear the older's advice.

Minho had leaned in towards Jisung. "I think I've figured out your problem."

Jisung didn't bother to lean back. "Which is?"

"You're not confident." Minho leaned back, crossing his arms across his chest.

The younger rolled his eyes. "You thought you did something."

"Oh, do you want to see me do something?" Minho leaned back in.

"Go ahead. Help my confidence or whatever."

The older smirked for a split second before smashing his lips against Jisung's.