Faded cries | minsung

🥀everything that i do🥀

A couple of hours later, they were all speaking like nothing had changed, like that 6 years that went by had passed in a blink of an eye. Not that it had been forgotten, but it felt faded in the back of their minds.

They were laughing, making jokes, even Kate was smiling. They learned to meet Nicaise who had this very charming aroma around him, almost like the view of gold, blinding but attractive. Changbin had a hand around his small waist, not once letting go.

Since the alcohol had hit in their system, all of them were getting touchy. Jeongin was leaning his whole body weight on Chan and Hyunjin kept kissing seungmin cheeks.

Minho was alright with this, it didn't seem to bother him at all until Jisung started to get touchy as well, but not with his wife.

His fingers curled onto Minho's thigh under the table, making the older one's breath hitch and his whole body tense. His hand was trailing up and down his thigh and nobody could see how much of a mess Minho was. He was blushing, profusely and he kept fidgeting in place, trying to make Jisung stop.

Yet he didn't.

He kept going and only went harder on his leg, making his presence known even though it was fairly obvious.

"Jisung." Minho mumbled quietly, so he turned to him and acted like it was nothing, but his glossy eyes spread nothing but lust over him.

He was drunk, worst then last time he saw him like this and he blamed this on Kate who was constantly bringing him more alcohol.

"Minho I want you" he was gone, he probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, he had to resist.

"Quiet. They'll hear you"

"Then I want to talk to you"

"We can talk after-"

"Now" he was barely holding his eyes opened.

Minho looked around the table and saw that no one had seen their little interaction so he got up and excused himself, Jisung following, saying he was heading towards the bathroom.

They walked to the elevator and went up to his spare bedroom, Minho closing the door behind them.

"Jisung, you're wasted, you won't remember this tomorrow..."

"I still want to say things to you" he spoke while tumbling over his words. Minho sighed and being affected himself, he just sat back and watched as Jisung gathered his thoughts.

"Go ahead"

"I know I've been hard to manage, that I take a lot of energy from you...I know all of that but I'll keep saying this...thank you. You're making my life finally go in the right direction...fuck I...I can't believe I went all those years without you" he hesitantly snuggled on his chest and hugged him.

It was innocent and sweet, but all the more reason to fear this. Minho's heart was beating out of his chest, his eyes closed and a hand in the younger's hair.

His weak and unsteady breath on his collar bone, his naked skin out in the open for him to tease and unfold.

"I had missed you so much.."

"Why do you always get so sweet like this when you drink and then we get back at square one the next morning?"

"I want you Minho" his hands started to go up and down his body, slowly, painfully slow and steady. It was in a controlled move, calculated even.

"You have a wife jisung" Minho tried to back away but the younger kept him there.

The elevator door made a noise and Minho was thankful to whoever had come through the door. Hyunjin walked in and widened his eyes.

"Oh I didn't mean to-"

"Actually, we should get Jisung and his wife a cab, he doesn't understand what he's saying anymore"

"I'll get that done right away" Hyunjin pulled down his phone and dialled a number while Jisung wasn't letting go.

He drew him closer into a hug and Minho could hear small glimpse of muffled crying.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry I'm sorry" he said against his shirt.

"It's okay Jisung it's just not right..."

"Then why does it feel right?"

"The cab is here" the blond one stepped in and Minho distanced himself from jisung. This was too close, his body was too close.

Once he got a bit of air again he took a few steps away and saw Jisung's crying face, all he wanted to do was hold him, kiss him, fuck him.

"Come with me jisung, let's get you home..." the tallest one spoke when he saw how destroyed Minho was, how much he was having trouble breathing and staying up.

Jisung nodded and followed Hyunjin out. As soon as they were past those metal doors, Minho crashed next to his counter, what ever he could lean on. His hands were shaking and his breath was hallow.

"Why do you have this effect over me...why does it hurt so badly seing you with her?" He clenching his teeth along with his fists and lowered his head on the counter slowly, the cold marble meeting his skin.

Once he regained himself he went to see who was left down stairs and sat back down with them, seing that Kate was gone.

He was next to Nicaise now, who sat elegantly with his little gold and blue earrings.

He turned to him and stared him up and down for a good second.

"Jesus what did he do to you?" he saw right through his 'im fine' act, the second he sat down. Nicaise's eyes were cold but somehow understanding at the same time.

"It's complicated" Minho replied shortly.

"Seems like it...don't let her get to you, it's not worth it"

"It's not her I'm worried about..."

"But it is" he said and looked into his eyes.

"How could you possibly know that?" He became a bit more defensive, furrowing his eyebrows and building his walls up again.

"Because if she wasn't here you'd be the one holding his hand in the way in..." it was short but every single word hit his chest like a knife inserting itself in.

He was right, their was no denying that. She stood between him and jisung, even if she wasn't there.

He looked away from the younger boy, admitting he was right.

"Don't lose track of what's important to you." Nicaise added and curved his fingers onto changbin's hand delicately.

"I'll try...how do you know her anyway? I've seen you two talking"

"Oh...she's my step sister...which means I'm unlucky enough to have her in my life...she's a nuisance, but she's pretty so Kate gets away with a lot"

"But Jisung doesn't care for that sort of thing, so why her?"

"I think you'll have to ask him yourself" Nicaise laid his gaze on him one last time before turned to changbin and leaning his head on his shoulder.

Minho sighed and took another drink to his lip.