Groan [Minsung] ✓

Epilogue

[One month later]

"Ah hyung!" Jisung adorably whined. Hands instinctively covered his flustered face.

"What?" The culprit casually asked.

"Stop looking at me like that!" He muttered, almost inaudible if Minho was not paying attention and not sitting close enough. But the two of them apparently were spending time together, watching some horror movies like they usually did on their free time.

"The movie is too boring and predictable."

"Of course it is!" He finally uncovered his face. "It's horror movie we're watching, duh. So why do you keep staring at me?" He huffed.

"Your reaction is predictable but I love it."

"Stoppp!" This time around he lightly hit the older, whom satisfyingly giggled, in repeat. "I hate you."

The dancer hummed, easily stopped Jisung's attack by hugging and bringing the latter to flop onto the bed.

They naturally closed the gap and kissed. Contented sigh escaped as they moved their lips in a slow passionate kiss. The intertwined hands were placed on each side of the rapper's head as Minho hovered over him.

They did not define what they were doing as odd. It was natural, in fact. Their bodies just moved on their own, but not to solely satisfy any cravings driven by lust; while Minho knew what 'force' that had him to always want to be physically close with the owner of the most adorable cheeks, the latter has not figured out what he felt towards the other... or at least that was what he believed as he did not want to rush things. One thing for sure, Minho has always been occupying his mind.

"Hyung.."

"Mm?" He halted the kiss, looking at the boy under him with nothing but heart eyes, which expectedly received a cute flustered reaction in return.

"I-I have several questions in mind."

The older nodded. "Just ask."

"Can you get up of me first, though?"

Without answering, he complied, but did not forget to bring along the smaller boy onto his lap. "What?" He chuckled. "You didn't say I couldn't do this."

"Fair point." He sheepishly agreed. Truth be told, he loved sitting on the dancer's thighs.

"So what are these questions of yours?"

Inhaling then exhaling deep air in an attempt to shoo the nervousness away, which thankfully worked well, he asked, "Why did you say something like you've waited for it to happen when we did it, hyung?"

They apparently often shared kiss and had makeout sessions even, but never too heated. They would do even more for sure if they had the place and the time to do so. Unfortunately, luck was not on their side most of the time.

"You tell me~" He teasingly answered.

"Ah hyung!"

"I thought you're bright enough to figure out why." Another tease.

"I have!" He defended in a whiny tone. "I just want to hear your answer, hyung! What if I'm misunderstood? It'll be so embarrassing."

"Not hurt?"

"That too." He agreed in a sheepish tiny voice, making the older smile unknowingly.

"I like you." He finally said it. His smile got wider upon seeing the rapper's reaction. Eyes went big, cheeks started to blush red, mouth slightly opened. Even when he looked exactly like that one surprised hamster meme, his heart eyes would always find it cute.

"It probably sounds nasty to mix this feeling with wanting to have sex, but I can't help it. I mean, isn't it natural for someone who's in love to have this urge to touch, taste, and make love?"

Jisung nodded, utterly speechless. It took a while for him to gather an answer as he had lots of thoughts in mind. "I just didn't expect someone as handsome and amazing as you to like me, hyung."

"And why not? You're as handsome and amazing." He threw a genuine smile. "If what's in your mind is why I don't choose to be with a girl instead, I... I'm honestly not sure if I'm gay or simply fall in love with you that is coincidentally a boy. It's just... my heart wants you."

A genuine smile plastered on his love-shaped lips upon hearing the confession. He could feel the heat on his cheeks began to move up to tint his ears. "Hypothetically asking... What do you want us to be, hyung?"

"Status is not what I'm after, Han-ah. I just want you to know that my feeling is real.. That my kind of like is that like."

"Then.." Jisung bit his lower lip. "Will you be okay if I ask you to wait for me to figure out my feeling, hyung?"

"Of course. Why would I rush you anyway? Even though I'd be disappointed if I couldn't kiss you whenever I want."

"And who said I'm gonna ask you to stop?" The younger giggled. "I like it too. Your kisses... and cuddles. I'm happy when I'm with you." Receiving a raised eyebrows.

"Sounds like a love confession to me." He teasingly stated. "I'm glad you feel this way though. I mean, I don't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable, that's why I never confessed. But thank God to that night I guess."

Another whine escaped the younger's mouth. The second embarrassment he got from the thought of his past-self, whom unexpectedly 'enjoyed' listening to the dancer's sinful groan, flooded his mind. "Don't remind me. That's embarrassing." He adorably huffed. "But hyung... How did you find out that it was me that night?"

Minho hummed, recalling his past memories. "If you didn't leave that poor swollen ramyeon alone in the kitchen, I wouldn't have known someone accidentally heard me jerking off." Getting a loud gasp as a response. "But you were too damn obvious that it was your doing."

"Damn... I sounded really stupid."

"Not my words."

"Yah!"

Resting his palm against Jisung's cheek, his thumb naturally caressed it gently.

"Hyung.."

"Yeah?"

"Can I hear it again?"