Fixated On You | Minsung

Chapter Eighteen

It was a few days later and Minho was on his way over to Jisungs place who invited him over because he 'missed his cute face'.

"Minho!" Jisung squealed, inviting the older inside and shutting the door before securing his arms around the olders waist tightly as Minho hummed back into the hug.

"Hey beautiful." Minho spoke in his deep, melodic voice.

"Sorry-" the younger pulled away, looking up at the older who had a confused look on his face.

"-I know we haven't had a chance to speak about what-this is...I hope it's not weird." Jisung went to remove his arms from around the older, but Minho just brought them back around him.

"It's not weird." Minho chuckled. "It feels right, doesn't it?" Minho gently held Jisungs wrists in his hands as he guided the boys hands up his chest.

Jisung instantly froze at Minhos abrupt actions. Jisungs eyes followed his hands as they guided their way up the dips of Minhos abs and up his hard, yet comfortable chest through his shirt.

Minho watched the younger react to his hands on his body, a devilish smirk tugging its way onto his lips, loving the deep and compelling effect he had on him.

"You like this?" Minho stepped even closer if possible, keeping the silver haired boys hands placed firmly on his chest.

"...Mhm." Jisung nodded frantically.

Jisung zoned out of Minhos stare he had on him and purely focused on Minhos breathtaking presence and enthralling body heat radiating through the soft material of his shirt. He felt as if it was hurtling through his hands and up through his arms, causing a stupefy feeling to fog his mind. And all of which was just coming from something as simple as Minhos touch.

"Is there even anything to talk about?" Minho snickered, poking his cheek with his tongue as he looked down on the boy. "You seem to be answering everything pretty well."

"—what?" Jisung finally snapped out of his trance like state and looked up at the older.

"Nothing." Minho laughed, putting Jisungs arms around his neck and holding his waist.

"No tell me." Jisung tilted his head. "Are you making fun of me?" Jisung narrowed his eyes in a sarcastic manner.

"No!" Minho chuckled. "I just think I know what you feel." Minho shrugged.

"Cocky much?" Jisung smirked. "You don't know what I feel."

"Are you sure about that?" Minho leaned in a little.

"Y-yeah." Jisung nodded.

"I don't think so."

"Then tell me what I feel Mr know it all."

Minho slowly leaned into the crook of Jisungs neck, letting his hot breath hit against his ivory skin before pushing his soft warm lips onto his sensitive spot, causing shudders to course it's way through Jisungs body making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

"I think you like it when I'm with you." Minho kissed his neck again.

"When I hold you." Minho pressed his body up against Jisungs, kissing him again.

"When I touch you." Minho whispered and cockily smirked against Jisungs skin causing the younger to feel embarrassed in the most thrilling way possible.

"But you like my comfort too, right?" Minho raised his hand from Jisungs waist and placed it on the side of Jisungs face. "You like it when I'm near?" Minho started to kiss along Jisungs jaw causing the younger to harshly press his lips together, trying to contain his screams.