Ruin me | minsung

Chapter 12

They were now peacefully laid down on the bed, both so comfortable and warm. They were starting to wake up bit by bit but neither of them got up first, not after seing that they were basically cuddling.

Jisung was on Minho's chest, he could hear his heart beat and he had no clue how they even got in that position in the first place. All they knew is that they didn't care and they wanted to pretend to keep sleeping. just to hope that they would stay like this for a little while longer.

The younger then subconsciously started to draw circles on his chest, then putting his hand down again, the warmth of it making Minho do a low groan, as he took Jisung in his arms even more.

They were enjoying it while it lasted,

because they both knew for a facts that as soon as the sun came back around, they were back to being enemies. But right now...it wasn't really crossing their minds.

It was still dark outside, which was the deal after all. Jisung continued to play on his chest, he hasn't really looked at it the day before, but he was suprised to see a bunch of tattoo layered there.

He traced them with his finger, doing the outlines of them until he reached his arms, where he also had them. They weren't something that looked rushed, his tattoos actually all looked amazing. Jisung wasn't normally the type to like these kind of things, but for Minho he could let it slide.

"You like them?" The older male asked in a raspy voice, making jisung shiver.

"Yeah, they're really well made" he didn't understand why he didn't move away, but he stayed there on his chest, looking into his eyes as he continued to travel his finger on his chest.

"Thanks, I did some of these myself" he then pointed at all the ones he did, making sparkles shine in the younger's eyes.

"That's incredible..." he didn't know why but he got the urge to kiss his stomach, he wanted to badly, but that would just make everything worst in his head. They still haven't spoken about the night before, it was weird to say the least.

"Hey I'm...I'm sorry about yesterday"

"About that... Did I do something wrong...?" Jisung looked up, his eyes all poofy from waking up.

"No it's just...we're not supposed t-we c-can't..." he covered his face with his hands out of frustration.

"I get it" he got up the cold air hitting his whole body, making him shiver.

He put back a shirt on over his head, looking back at Minho for a second.

"But then why did you start it...?" Jisung asked quietly.

"What?"

"Why did you let me go in the first place? Why did you sneak up on me in my house...twice? Why did you need to find me again? And why the fuck did you approach me like that yesterday? If you didn't want anything to happen...why?"

"It's simple..." he got out of bed as well, not even bothered to put a shirt on.

"You're harder to resist then I thought" he was stood right in front of him, hands in his pockets, only to move away the next second, heading towards his bag. Jisung glared at him as he also walked away, grabbing all of his stuff and putting it in his bag.

"You're an asshole you know that"

"Yeah that's kind of who I am...thanks for noticing" he finished packing everything thing up, closing his bag, still no shirt on his back.

"I hate you..."

"I hate you more" he winked, finding this very amusing.

Jisung then walked up to him, staring him up and and down.