neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo quattordici: istinti da uccellino

Minho panted trying to get the dorm door unlocked with a clingy Jisung attached to his front blocking his vision partially. And biting his shoulder. Yes, the same spot. Sigh.

Finally, he managed to get the door open. He tried pulling Jisung off of him but yet again, he didn't budge.

"Wanna sleep.." Jisung slurred, finally pulling away from Minho's shoulder to stop biting him.

"You should get changed so you're more comfortable to sleep, okay?" Minho pat Jisung's back as he spoke, trying to get the boy to release his grip. And surprisingly, Jisung got down and stood up on his own, albeit wobbly, but, at least he let go.

"Okay.." Jisung mumbled, hands grabbing the end of his shirt and straight pulling it over his head, revealing almost his whole upper half.

"No! Not here! Go to the bathroom to do that, Jisung!" Minho panicked, heat rising in his face as he pushed Jisung into the bathroom and closed the door while Jisung giggled. Minho was so flustered that he also almost missed the tattoo of a feather between the boy's shoulders on his back. Almost.

I wonder if it means anything? Minho thought to himself, fanning his face with his hand. I should focus on something else before I pass out, though.. like how tan and toned his body i- no! Stop!

..But I also noticed how he has nipple piercings—Fucking hell! Don't think about that either, dumbass! Minho hit himself on the side of his head with his hand to get him to snap out of it.

"Hyungie..?" Jisung called from the bathroom.

"Yes, Jisung?" Minho sighed, pinching between his eyebrows. That damn nickname..

"I don't have any clothes.." Right. Minho walked to the younger's closet to pick out a t-shirt and sweatpants but immediately noticed the absence of any more clean t-shirts. Minho huffed. Kid can't even do his own laundry? Minho shook his head and went to his own closet to pick out a t-shirt. Minho likes wearing oversized sweaters and he wondered what it'd look like on the younger. It'd be adorabl- God, why do I keep thinking these things!!

Clothes in hand, he knocked on the bathroom door and covered his eyes with his hand. The door opened and Jisung grabbed the clothes from him.

"Thank you, hyungie!" Jisung said, closing the door to get changed. Minho sat on his bed and waited for him. When he was done, he walked out of the bathroom and approached Minho. I was right-

But Minho's thoughts were interrupted when Jisung suddenly sprinted at him full speed. Minho's eyes widened, though accepting his fate, knowing what's gonna come next. Jisung tackled Minho onto his bed, wrapping his arms and legs around him in a familiar position. What ever happened to wanting to sleep?

"Hi." Jisung giggled, looking up at Minho.

"Hi." Minho smiled back. "What do you want for dinner?"

"You." Jisung said happily. Minho choked on his own spit and started coughing. What the hell!

But as Minho's brain was malfunctioning, Jisung leaned closer and pecked the side of Minho's neck, making him freeze.

"W-What are you doing, Jisung?" Minho tried using an authoritative voice but it came out shaky, gasping lightly when he felt Jisung nibble lightly on the skin next to the area he kissed. Jisung trailed downwards a little, pulling at the collar of Minho's shirt and landing another kiss there. Minho bit his lip, feeling his face and ears burn up. It wasn't until after Jisung nibbled at his neck again that he answered.