- Burning Desire - Minsung

Movie night

The next morning Minho decided to call in sick at work to stay in bed a little longer, Jisung snoring with his hand placed on Minhos waist. The kitten was still between them, just wide awake now and trying to jump up on to Jisungs body.

Minho had to peel it away. He knew Jisung was a deep sleeper, but didn't want to take a chance anyways.

Jisungs lectures only started later in the morning. So atleast they were able to have a slow start into their day, Minho cooking breakfast for the two of them after Jisung finally had woken up while Jisung cracked bad jokes and carried the kitten around.

Minho went home as soon as Jisung left for University and spent the day trying to show the kitten its new home and brothers. Jisung once again didn't leave his mind.

Jisung with his stupid broad shoulders carrying a stupidly small and cute kitten. The image was burnt behind his eyelids.

Minho first had realized that the feelings he had for Jisung might be a bit more than friendship after Jisung had once kissed him on his neck when he was drunk. They were around 17 and 19.

It had been a silly joke, but it took Minho weeks to get over it. Every time he had thought about it his heartbeat had sped up and every time he had looked at Jisung after he could only think about the lips on his skin.

He even ghosted Jisung for a bit, but he couldn't avoid the younger for long, in the end they had always done everything together. Jisung had always been his number one. So ignoring him wasn't really possible.

And there he had realized that there was more. Now he knew the extreme fondness he had for the younger had always been more, he had just pushed it off as normal feelings for a bestfriend.

Still he played it off as a silly crush.

Because there was only one thing worse than being in love with your bestfriend.

Being in love with your straight as a ruler fuckboy bestfriend. The one who takes girls home at every party.

Never had he thought about acting on this crush, no he surpressed the feelings. He had become very good at it. Minho could ignore it pretty well, after some time he had gotten used to it.

That was until today.

Minho was laying on his bed, next to him Dori, who was still adjusting to the new environment. The kitten was already friendly with the other cats, so Minho had decided to keep it. Only a few days passed since the cat came home with him, now it was the weekend.

The door opened after a soft knock.

"Hey Minho, Han is here." Felix spoke, immediately Jisungs head popped up behind him, looking over his shoulder.

Jisung flashed Minho a sweet smile, one that threw Minhos heart into another little fit.

Get yourself together Minho.

It wasn't unexpected, Jisung and him had agreed on doing a movie marathon, choosing to watch a few old horror movies.

"Seungminnie and I will go out, so you'll have the apartment for yourself." Felix winked at Minho, which made him choke on air.

He hated that Felix could read him so well. The younger didn't know, never in his life Minho would admit any of his feelings for Jisung. Still he had managed to notice that atleast something was off.

Minho was sure Felix was still waiting for him to open up to him over some red wine on a Friday night.

Minho was too scared to.

Apparently Jisung didn't really think about Felix comment, as he walked past Felix and jumped on to the bed next to Minho. "Thanks lix, enjoy your time!"

"Thank you Ji, i'll probably stay at his sooo I see you guys tomorrow!" He shut the door then, leaving Minho and Jisung alone.

"Hi." Was all that Minho managed to get out at the sudden proximity.

"Hi Min." Jisungs eyes held galaxies in them, it was so easy for Minho to get lost in them, but he couldn't. He refused to.

Then Jisung continued. "Want to get the snacks and the couch ready? I've been waiting all week for this."

Minho couldn't hold back the small giggle that left his lips as Jisung pushed himself up, jumping out of the room with the blanket in his arms.

"Gosh why do I love him so much." Minho slumped over into his pillow, hitting it softly before getting up himself.

They set up the coffee table with more than enough snacks and drinks, planning to stay here the whole night. Jisung had bought some of Minhos favourites. He felt his lips curling into a smile.

Jisung was wayy too enthusiastic, running around to get more pillows and blankets.

Soon they were able to get comfortable, sitting on the opposite ends of the couch for the start of the first movie.

Both knew they'd end up changing positions every now and then anyways.

Minho decided to just focus on the movie.

But after half of it Jisung sat closer to him, leaning his head back and sinking further down into the cushion.

Suddenly Jisungs hand rested on Minhos thigh.

First Minho thought he was dreaming, but there it was. The hand on his thigh, placed comfortably.

This was a first for Minho.

It had always stayed at the butterflies, maybe some sweating. Sometimes even hiding hitched breaths and gasps.

But now he was trying his best to focus on to the movie to not pop a boner next to Jisung.

Which was even harder as he found the characters absolutely boring and Jisung now unconsciously started to move his thumb, brushing over the material of Minhos sweatpants.

He hated his own body for wanting to react so harshly to just a soft innocent touch. Jisung had always loved a bit of skinship.

Minhos breath hitched as Jisungs hand slid down a little, now more on the inner part of his thigh.

On the tv someone screamed, and when Minho looked up he noticed that he had completely missed the plot. And as he looked to the side he also noticed that Jisung was extremly focused on it.

So probably his hand was there subconsciously. Out of Jisungs control.

Minho wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. Better because obviously Jisung didn't attempt to make him horny.

Worse because he was getting turned on and Jisung still moved his hand and was oblivious to it.