Love Test ♥ 『Minsung』

⭐️⸨♥Chapter Nine♥⸩⭐️

[Heads up, its another smut-filled chapter.]

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Minho awoke with his face smushed against something firm and warm, his head pounding as if he had a jackhammer set against his temples. He silently cursed himself for drinking so much the day before and winced at the harsh daylight that attacked his sensitive retinas as he took in his surroundings. A small, soft smile crept over his sleepy features as he laid his eyes upon the young man he had been resting against. Jisung's youthful features were illuminated beautifully by the light that flooded the bedroom from the window beside the bunk. He was truly breathtaking, even when peacefully snoozing away. Minho connected the fact that both had been stripped down to their underwear to his faint memories of being led inside the dorm, pouting slightly as guilt washed over him. He had a lot of fun filming the day before and had drunk more soju than intended... But he didn't mean for the younger man (or any of the members, really) to have to care for him in his drunken state. Minho shifted positions so he would be closer to the sleeping beauty, but the stiff appendage that prodded at his thigh made his eyes widen and a gasp slip out in surprise.

Jisung's face scrunched up slightly, his arm that was still around the other twitching before he relaxed again. Minho stayed as still as possible, not wanting to disturb his rest. He glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed and sighed at the time – 7AM. He glanced into the reflection of the full-length mirror across the room, seeing that the top bunk was empty - meaning that Jeongin had already left for his early morning gym session with Changbin. Minho usually joined them, but he guessed that Jeongin didn't want to wake them. "So he must've seen us," he murmured as heat spread across his face and neck. He didn't really know how he'd go about explaining the situation, nor getting the youngest to keep it to himself.

     Jisung stirred once again before fluttering one open, squinting as he adjusted to the sunlight. He smiled sleepily when his eyes landed onto the man in his arms. "Mmmm, morning Hyung~" he greeted in a low tone and bumped their noses together affectionately. This was far from the first time Minho had heard his morning voice, but he found it especially sexy knowing what was hiding beneath the fuzzy blanket they shared.

He frowned and rested his head onto Jisung's muscled bicep when he remembered what led to them being beside each other now. "I'm really sorry about last night... I must've been difficult..." he apologized with big puppy-dog eyes, fingers playing with Jisung's. He really did feel bad about being a nuisance to his best friend and crush – especially with their budding romance still being early in development. Jisung just chuckled and shook his head in response, hugging the other tightly. The still fully erect Little Jisung inadvertently poked Minho again, giving him an idea. "Can I try to make it up to you?" he questioned with a mischievous grin.

"What do you have in mind?" Jisung asked with an eyebrow cocked. The expression on the other's face made him extremely curious to know what was on his mind. Minho pressed a quick peck to his lips before hastily and clumsily breaking their embrace to lock the bedroom door. He returned and straddled the other man's lap. The blanket had been knocked away when he left the bed, so the strained tent in Jisung's boxers was now completely obvious. He flushed and bit at his lip to silence a groan when Minho ran his hands across his defined chest and abs, leading toward his most sensitive area. His morning wood was just a physiological reaction he had whenever he woke up, but now it was here to stay thanks to the gorgeous man sat on his legs. His hands continued to trail up and down his torso and sides. Everywhere he touched felt as though it was tingling and Jisung just couldn't get enough. He shivered as Minho's fingers stopped at his hardened nipples, rolling them between his digits and pulling lightly at them. Jisung bit at his knuckles to stay quiet, but he couldn't help but let out a wanton moan when Minho's wet, hot tongue swirled around one of the rosy buds.