Love Test ♥ 『Minsung』

⸨♥Chapter Eight♥⸩

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     The entirety of the morning and early afternoon was packed tight with interviews about Stray Kids' newest comeback and their recent awards for Thunderous, as well as some light-hearted, personality-based games. The barrage of questions and activities were enough to keep every member occupied, so Minho and Jisung didn't have many chances to interact off camera beyond secretive glances and passing comments between takes. The duo tried their hardest to not stray from their typical behaviour exhibited on camera, but they took the opportunity to touch the other whenever possible. Thankfully the members weren't shy of physical affection (save for the maknaes), so it didn't seem too out of place when Minho stood with his arm around Jisung's shoulders as they responded to the prewritten questions and prompts. When doing their team greeting and farewell, the older man didn't miss the chance to grope the other either, a devious smirk tugging at his lips as he did – knowing fully well that only Jisung would know.

     The members groaned and stretched as they broke away from the formation after their last "step out" of the day. Hyunjin immediately flopped down into the nearest chair, yawning. He had spent a large portion of the early hours of the morning sketching away instead of sleeping. His newest fixation on art took up a lot of his time (and money) since he didn't want to waste even a small bit of his inspiration when it struck – even if it was at 3am when he had work later that day. Chan noticed and chuckled, having claimed the chair beside him. He poked at the blonde's side, earning an annoyed whine from the younger man as he swatted his hand away. Jisung watched the scene play out before meeting Minho's gaze across the room. The older man was once again stuck into a folding chair as the resident makeup artist refreshed his look for his nearing role on Idol Diction Contest.

     Jisung approached after visiting the provided catering table. He held a strawberry up to Minho's lips with a soft "ahhh". The older happily took the red fruit into his mouth, his freshly-painted lips grazing the tips of his slender fingers before humming contentedly. Jisung ignored the heat that crept up his neck and across his face since his stage-styled makeup hid it for the most part. "Have a good time, Hyung!" I.N popped up behind Jisung, nearly scaring him out of his skin. He dramatically clasped his hand over his chest, narrowing his eyes at the youngest member.

     "You could've killed me! What would you have done without your star rapper?!" he questioned incredulously, causing a few of the members to laugh and roll their eyes at the ridiculousness. Jisung was indeed a very dramatic quokka at times.

     "But Changbinnie-hyung is fine," Seungmin teased, causing the aforementioned to lift his eyes from his phone screen and remove an earbud at the mention of his name. Changbin eyed Jisung confusedly, after which the man huffed and waved him off dismissively. He wasn't really upset, but he couldn't stop being a drama queen right away. He was far too invested in his role. He pouted and turned to face Minho, who was currently pulling a white jacket over his silky button-up.

     "Lee Know-hyung, they're bullying me again," his pout amplified cartoonishly as he shuffled behind the man, acting as though he was using his body as a shield. Minho raised his eyebrow and scoffed, not able to hide his amusement. He pulled Jisung into a tight hug, patting his head and cooing, "Ohhhh my poor Hannie, he's just so mistreated and misunderstood..." Even though it was done jokingly, the action made the younger flustered as he clung to the elder. Now he was hiding his face for a different reason. He was sure that even with makeup, anyone could spot his adorably chubby cheeks tinged a bright pink. Once their manager rejoined them, they begrudgingly separated so Minho could depart.

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     It was late in the evening before Minho returned to their shared dorm. He stumbled over the threshold with the assistance of their manager. Jisung met them at the door, eyeing the older men as their manager helped the tipsy member sit on the entry's step. Minho was giggling over Lord-knows-what as he tried to kick off his shoes, failing miserably and instead flopping onto his back like a sea star. Before Jisung could question his bevaviour, the manager spoke up as he handed him the elder's cellphone and set of keys. "They had soju on set and he apparently went a little overboard. I don't know if he drank a lot or just has a low tolerance, but he'll probably need some help getting to bed," he stated as he began to open the dorm's front door. He'd already had to get Minho this far, so he was not down to continue to half-carry the drunk man any further. He left with a wave and reminder of the next day's activities.

     "Hey, are you okay, Hyung? Can you stand up?" Jisung asked as he pulled off Minho's shoes and placed them beside the numerous other pairs housed on the entryway's floor. Between the eight members, their shoes had vast out numbered the spots on the rack. Dress shoes were the only ones designated to the rack now – the rest were strewn haphazardly around the floor. They probably acted as some form of security measure in case anyone broke in, Jisung thought. He kneeled and placed his hands on Minho's shoulders, helping him sit up.

     Minho's arms shot out and pulled Jisung down on top of him by his neck, giggling as he did. "Hannie~ When did you get home? I feel really good right now... I wanna kiss you~" he babbled, slurring his speech slightly as he attempted to koala cling to the smaller man. Jisung turned his face away from the bombardment of soju-flavored kisses, causing the man below to whine in annoyance. Jisung looped his arms under Minho's and with much effort, managed to drag him to his feet. He was essentially dead weight as the younger tried to bring him to his bedroom. Huffing and puffing, he tossed him onto his own bed, opting to choose the room closest since it was so hard to move the other. Minho made grabby hands and smiled lopsidedly. "Cuddles," he demanded.

     Jisung instead reached for his jeans, stripping him of them along with his socks. It was a struggle to remove his shirt and jacket since Minho wanted nothing more than to cling to him as he did, but he knew he'd be more comfortable sleeping in just his boxers. Once he finally had the sloppy man mostly prepared for bed, he shed his own clothing and tucked them both under his blankets. He tried his best to ignore the alcohol smell emanating from the older as he finally gave him what he wanted by spooning him and leaving a trail of gentle kisses along his bare shoulder. "You know better than to drink this much. You're clingy when you're drunk."

     Minho hugged the arms that were around his waist and melted into the embrace. "Do you not like when I cling to you?" He questioned innocently before rolling over in Jisung's arms so they could look at each other.

     "Of course I do... I like you a lot. Everything you do. You're hard to move, though," he replied softly, caressing his thumb over Minho's prominent cheekbone. He pressed a kiss there, pulling him as close as possible with the arm that was still draped over his waist as his possessive nature took over. "And I don't want you clinging to anyone else. Only me... Promise?" The elder nodded without hesitation and hid his face into the crook of Jisung's neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. His arms wrapped around younger's slender waist, and he threw a leg over Jisung's before the sound of his relaxed breathing lulled him to sleep. Jisung followed shortly after, still holding the other near.

     Jeongin peeked at the two from the seemingly forgotten top bunk after he was sure they had fallen asleep, unsure if what he had heard was imagined or not. He swallowed hard before staring up at his glow-in-the-dark star decorated ceiling. What the hell is going on with these hyungs?

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