- Burning Desire - Minsung

Morning

Luckily Minho managed to regain his composure as soon as Jisung stopped. He actually was able to watch the rest of the movie, laughing about how bad the acting was.

"Did you see the blood? It looked like a strawberry milkshake." Jisung cackled as he pointed to the screen, where Freddy Krueger had just killed someone.

"AND LOOK HOW THEY ARE FALLING DOWN, WHAT IS THIS." It got to the point where all they could do is spot the mistakes in the movie, laughing until their ribs hurt.

Shortly after midnight, where it became harder and harder for Minho to keep his eyes open, Jisung shifted their positions again.

He scooted closer, grabbing both of Minhos legs to lay them over his own. He placed one of his hands dangerously high on his thighs (in Minhos opinion), the other one easily over his shins. Minho leant into the crease of the couch, body rather facing Jisung than the tv.

His eyelids were heavy, every time he closed them to blink another scene already passed.

Slowly he got drowsy, the hand on his shin going up and down gently. Minhos head fell into the crook of Jisung neck. He nuzzled into it, the faint hint of cologne lulling him to sleep.

"Gosh you really just are a big cat aren't you." Jisung chuckled to himself as he felt Minhos breaths even out against his skin.

When Minho opened his eyes again he noticed that he wasn't on the couch anymore. He thought he had just quickly taken a nap, but got proven wrong when he noticed the sun shining through the blinds.

Then he heard the quiet snoring next to him and his lips automatically curled into a smile as he turned around to face the sleeping man on the other side of his bed.

Jisungs lips were pouted, eyebrows furrowed as he seemed lost in his dreams. And now Minho realized, Jisung must've carried him to bed. He didn't remember waking up any time to go by himself. Immediately he felt how hot his cheeks became.

It hadn't been unusual when they were smaller, Minho had carried Jisung to bed pretty often as he had passed out literally anywhere.

But Jisung carrying Minho?

That was

Really rare

Minho couldn't remember the last time it happened, he just knew Jisung once did when Minho was blackout drunk on his last birthday party. But only because he told him afterwards, a shit eating grin on his face.

And now.

Nobody was drunk, nobody was sick or anything. Minhos whole body felt warm, maybe he also was a little bit sad because he didn't notice it.

What a sight it would've been to see Jisung carrying him with his strong arms-

Jisung stirred in his sleep, catching Minhos attention.

Slowly Jisung opened his eyes only slightly, blinking a few times to see clearly.

His lips stretched into a small smile, and Minho thought he might reach out for him, carress his cheek or brush through his hair.

As Minho blinked Jisung turned to the other side and snores echoed through the room again.

God get a grip stop imagining things with your best friend

He is your best friend

Stop

He slapped himself on the cheek quietly.

Atleast he didn't have to look at Jisungs cute sleeping face anymore, but now his back muscles were on full display. He had only used the blanket to cover his front, his back exposed. Today Minho started hating that Jisung never wore a shirt to sleep.

Minho untangled himself from his own blanket, getting up to go to the kitchen, shutting the door to his room behind him so Jisung could rest a bit more. And so he could calm his mind down a little.

"Good morning slee-"

He almost screamed at the sudden voice coming from behind him. "I will kill you one day." Minho hissed, continuing his walk into the kitchen without turning around. He heard the other chuckle.

"Lix won't let you, sike."

"Tell me you didn't just say sike while I am getting a knife out."

"Damn who got you so grumpy today."

"None of your business dog." Minho tried so hard to make his answer sound serious, but couldn't hold back the wheeze.

"Babe what's going on here, why are you two arguing already." Minho heard Felix join into the conversation.

"Minho is a scared little bitch-"

"Your boyfriend is an asshole-"

Felix giggled, Minho finally turning around to face the two. He faked a gag as he saw Felix sitting on Seungmins lap, head leaned back over his shoulder.

Then Minho almost dropped the pan he was taking out of the drawer as he heard what Felix said next.

"Where is your boy huh, sleeping in?"

"He is not my boy." He tried to sound calm, but knew the question left his ears red.

He didn't mean it like that-

"Why are your ears red? You want him to be-" Minho wanted to look at them, wondering why Seungmin stopped talking. He heard the reason sooner.

"Whose ears are red? Oh Minnie what are you making?" Jisungs voice raspy and deep from sleep. Minho felt the weight of Jisungs head on his own shoulder now, Jisung wanting to know what's in the pan.

"I already put the ham in, just how you like it." Minho almost whispered so the others wouldn't hear him. They wouldn't let him live this down.

Jisung wrapped his arms around Minhos waist, squeezing while pressing himself into Minhos back, giving him a short hug. "You're amazing, thank you."

Then he left, and sat down at the table with Seungmin and Felix to talk to them.

Minho watched, rolling his eyes at Felix who wiggled his eyebrows.

"So guys, me and Seungminnie thought about going to a club tonight, want to join?"