Faded cries | minsung

🥀the clothes you left🥀

Jisung was still shaking and letting out small whimpers every time his legs would touch something. Minho had brought him water and a couple of snacks to bite on.

He was a bit more calm then before so Minho thought he might as well talk to him.

"Can you tell me who did this to you? Did you see anyone slip something into your drink?"

"I think? I don't know...I just remember taking a sip and then calling you..." he paused, looking over at Minho and frowned.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" His bottom lip pouted slightly, his eyes searching for an answer.

"I don't think we should talk about that right now-"

"So you have been avoiding me." The air around them tensed, it seemed like the atmosphere was colder now, even though Jisung's body was still burning.

"I have, but not why you think."

"You're pushing me out of your life again, you'll start small and then you'll leave for more then a week, some place I can't go, you will leave me alone"

"I won't leave you again." He answered sternly, almost forcefully, so Jisung blinked and shut his mouth, gulping.

"Listen that night in my club...what do you remember?"

"I don't know...we all met up and then I might have taken a bit too much because I don't remember...did I do something?"

The long pause the question followed managed to answer him anyway, so Jisung nodding slowly.

"What did I do?" He clenched his fingers on the edge of his sheets.

"I don't think you need to hear this right now"

"What. Did I do?" He had this stare, like if he was trying to distract himself from the pain he had down there.

"You...a lot of things, you touched me a lot, which I guess is fine...but you said all these sweet things that I don't understand"

"I'm so sorry...I-I really wasn't there"

"You said you wanted me" the words escaped his lips before he could even think it through. Jisung acted surprised even though he wasn't, he also knew it was no accident that he had said that.

"I...was really drunk huh.? Did it freak you out? That's why you avoided me?" Jisung sighed and closed his eyes, cursing under his lips.

"No, I avoided you because you...you confused me. You set rules for us, I respect them, but when you say all these things it messes with my head. You've got a wife and a kid, I can't be what comes between that...so I needed time to think" he admitted simply, looking back at Jisung who was deep in his thoughts.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way, truly I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

"It's alright, you were drunk, let's just forget about it"

"Right..." Jisung felt his pants get even tighter so he groaned lowly, his head going back against the bed board.

"Is your wife here? Maybe she could help with...that"

"She's out of town again..." it hurt so badly, so every time it brushed something slightly he moaned lowly, blush still on his face.

"Looks painful..." he kept glancing down and then back up to meet his eyes, the tears splattered in them. They were pretty close, more then usual.

It felt like days and days of frustrations were falling on them, unsure feelings and sexual tension layered on their expressions.

"It is, I just need a distraction, something to forget about this fucking mess..."

Minho thought about it for a second, what did he have to lose? Would saying it be so bad?

"A distraction won't solve things"

"It's all I need right now, to feel something else then pure fucking pain...something good, someone sweet"

"Then kiss me..." it just came out, more lustful then he had expected it to be.

Jisung looked at him, he wasn't disgusted or disappointed, he was just looking with the most fuckable eyes he's ever seen, they were digging into his flesh and smearing on his skin.

He didn't say a word, jisung simply approached him more and brushed the hair behind his ear, his body trembling for touch, begging for friction.

Maybe it was because Minho was tired, maybe it was due to the fact that he had wanted this for a long time now...so he said it again.

"Kiss me." Minho cupped Jisung's face, the younger leaning into the touch so effortlessly, melting into his hand. Their lips felt so close, practically on one another, their breaths lingering slowly on it.

"Can you promise me you'll stay...?" Jisung hesitant, said.

"Til death do us part...I'll stay by your side"

"Promise...?"

"I promise."

Jisung couldn't take it any longer, so he closed the gap between them and embraced his lips onto his. The feeling was so foreign, something so flavoured and intoxicating, something he had missed for too long now. He went to his lap, crawling on it for the kiss to deepen farther, tilting their heads to the side. The problem in his lower half wasn't even a problem right now, he didn't care for it. All that mattered were his lips on his.

Minho let his hands roam freely around his waist, tucking him closer to his chest by pulling on his shirt. As if Jisung wasn't red enough yet, the blood in his face was even more prominent, so was Minho's. Jisung spaced his lips apart for a second before moaning and going back to kissing him tenderly.

Minho split apart for a second, smiling widely when he realized that this wasn't a dream, he was actually here, embracing the kiss he always wanted to have.

He leaned back in and happily smiled into it, feeling Jisung's lips curves into a small smile before letting his tongue slide on his bottom lip.

Once their lips were completely swollen, they separated for a second and just watched the others gaze, how it went over their features.

"What took you so long?" Jisung sighed, burying his face deep into his neck, kissing it slowly and with affection.

Minho was about to answer but a shadow in the corner of his eye caught his attention first. He didn't need to see it to know that somebody had seen them kiss.

He heard small footsteps running away and they both looked at each other.

"I think Kaito deserves an explanation for this..."

"I'll talk to him...but one last time...?" He was holding himself back but as soon as Minho leaned in he did as well, tasting sweet cherry lips again.