The Studio || Minsung Oneshot ✔️

Chapter 3

Getting there, it was empty, no one was there… not that it came as a surprise to the two males. With Bangchan sick in bed and the others taking care of them, of course it would be empty. Changbin only comes late at night for Bangchan and Bangchan…. Let’s be honest, he’s always there. 

Going inside, Lee Know went directly on the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket that was left there  by Bangchan most probably. “Why is it soo coolldd?” whined Lee Know, stretching in the blanket like a big cat; a very cute one, in Han’s opinion. 

“No one has been here for a few days… Bangchan keeps this place warm usually” comments Han casually going to the shelves there and pulling some tea boxes and snacks. Filling the electric kettle, Han turned to Lee Know. “I’m making tea, wait a bit and it’ll be warmer.” 

Lee Know didn’t answer, but he lifted the blanket a bit, looking at Han and silently inviting him to join. Han accepted it, moving towards him. Lee Know put his hands around him, and Han did the same thing, letting himself be engulfed in the male’s embrace. Minho’s head was resting the couch arm, while the younger put his head on Lee Know’s chest, above his heart. It’s so fast he thought, starting to play with the ends of the blanket. 

“Minho?” asked Han. 

“Mhm?” answered Lee Know, mindlessly playing with the ends of the Han’s hair which he had found not too long ago. 

“I really really like you. Love you even.”

Minho wasn’t expecting this. He lifted his head up to look in Han’s eyes. He’s not lying… he actually said it… he… Minho was too stunned to speak; he was frozen. Han thought for a second that maybe it was actually one sided, but Lee Know’s heartbeat was fast and somehow reassuring him. 

“You might have known it already, I’m pretty obvious and I wouldn’t be surprised if you did” added Han truthfully, shifting his gaze away from Minho’s. 

Minho smiled at him, letting out his small signature laugh. “Darling” he whispered, making Han look him in the eyes carefully, bringing his hand to Minho’s check to caress it. 

Minho didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in Han’s shoulder, pressing a small kiss on his neck. He then continued to do it, slowly going higher and higher, making Han put his hands on Lee Know’s shoulder. Han knew what his answer was, even though there were no other words. He felt Minho’s hands grab his hips, pushing him down in between the older and the couch. 

After what seemed like hundreds of kisses, Minho finally got to his face. He kissed his jaw, then came above his lips. He stood there a few second before attacking them ferociously. Han was surprised. He was expecting Lee Know to be this good, but man… it was insane. Minho pulled his lip playfully and got access to the inside of his mouth. 

Lee Know was kissing hard and aggressively. 

Han didn’t know how to answer, so he just copied his moves and stared mimicking him once again. 

Lips crashing, teeth touching, tongues battling… and Minho playing with the hem of Han’s shirt, hooking his fingers to the belt loops when he wasn’t playing with it. Lee Know had power over Han, and the fact that Han was losing the battle at an alarming pace just made it ten times more obvious. Lee Know smirked in the kiss when he felt Han’s hands go in his hair, Han just started blushing even harder. 

Han gently pushed Minho away, gasping for air while Lee Know was carefully watching him. 

The blanket was keeping them warm from the cold exterior. Locked inside the room, the studio, where nobody could see them or spread rumors. That was their safe place.