Art Gallery ~ minsung

11th June

Minho's POV

I had no idea why, but that day I surely had strange cravings. First I wanted coffee as the first thing to drink in the morning, resulting in a way too energetic me that kept working while shaking. Then I forced Hyunjin to get bubble tea with me while I bragged about how much I fought with Yoonmi lately. And now, now that it was almost 11 at night, I had found Jisung's outfit in one of my drawers and I suddenly wanted him so badly. It wasn't just a kiss anymore. 

Maybe it was because Summer was coming and the first heat wave had already struck Seoul, but I was so needy. Yoonmi was not in the city, but of course I would've never called her, even though she would've probably enjoyed all my useless need for attention.

I just wanted someone to choose a film for me so I could watch it all snuggled onto my couch. I just wanted someone to caress my head as I hid in their chest. I just wanted someone to let me cook for them as they stared at me lovingly. I just wanted someone to play my little games and laugh at my jokes. I just wanted someone to kiss me slowly. I just wanted someone to touch me and give me chills. I just wanted someone to want me. 

And I wanted that someone to be Jisung.

I was staring at the open drawer at the height of my calves with wide eyes. I just hoped I had never existed for a minute. 

But I had this excited feeling in my belly and I couldn't stop myself. I crouched down and brought the oversized hoodie he lent me to my chest. I breathed in, but there was only the usual scent of Yoonmi's washing-machine. No sign of Jisung's one. It almost seemed that those clothes weren't his anymore. 

I couldn't bear the lack of his details, so I stripped off the clothes I was wearing and put on his hoodie and his baggy jeans (of course without buttoning them up or I would've straight up died). I laughed to myself when I thought I could say I was wearing Jisung. 

I layed on my bed. I was really missing something that I wanted Jisung to fulfill. My thoughts drifted to him and those lips of his, his cheeks, the colour of his eyes, his little waist. The image of him being at his lowest was long gone. All I had in mind was our kiss. I wondered how it could feel to have my lips on his once again, how it could feel to tease them, to blindly wander a hand from his shoulder to his waist. His waist, God, I should have understood everything when I first noticed it. His waist had the answer to the biggest question of the universe. I'm not gonna lie, I wanted our bodies to collide, and I didn't feel any shame. 

I needed him so bad that the only thought that suddenly got control of me was to text him. I stood up immediately and went to look for my phone. I didn't hesitate twice. 

vv - "Jisung"

vv - "I need your help"

vv - "answer asap please I beg I'm on my knees sir"

He entered the chat and I screamed. Thank God I was alone in the house.

"what happened?" - vv

vv - "I'm horny"

vv - "I need advice"

"0_0" - vv

"I don't think I can help much bro" - vv

"you should ask help to your girl" - vv

vv - "I'm not... that type of horny"

vv - "Idk how to explain"