Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

15. I want it More, I Need it More

"The fuck are you doing here?" Minho hissed grabbing Jisung's shoulders.

Jisung's eyes went wide. I glanced at Minho's weiny arms squeezing his and gulped.

The last time he checked they were running down stairs from the dance unit. Once they heard the guards following them they parted. Hyunjin pulled Felix towards the arts and sculpture unit while Jisung ran towards the studios.

And on his way of escaping, he was collided with the same man who caused so much chaos in his life.

"M-minho hyung-"

"That way! I heard them!"

Minho grunted. Grabbing Jisung's wrist he pulled him along the corridor. Jisung ran after him, occasionally looking backwards and seeing the blue flashlights after them. He gasped, fear building up in his body as he thought the consequences of getting caught at the middle of the night.

Minho opened a door and pulled him inside. Jisung gasped as the door was clicked and locked. Squinting his eyes as he gawked at the familiar office room. He did recognized it. It was Professor Moon's. He's been quite a lot here during last year when he missed classes because of some old debtors of his father.

Minho pushed Jisung against the wall, hiding them in the shadow. One side of the wall is glass but the darkness covered for them. Once Jisung saw the guards passing the office he took a breath of relief, only to realize he is locked up in a room with Lee Minho.

He glanced at Minho and flinched seeing he is glaring at him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" He hissed again, asking the same question.

Jisung let out a nervous laugh. "Slumber party."

Minho narrowed his eyes but sighed anyway. "You could have gotten caught. Cancelled classes and called your family here." He shot daggers at him. "Worse, you would be kicked out of YOLO."

Jisung looked away. "I know."

"Then why did you sneak out?" Minho angrily whispered. "For God's sake Han."

Jisung felt embarrassed. Being yelled by Minho was far worse that getting yelled by his aunt. He didn't expected it to be this heart wrenching. Minho's noticed Jisung's discomfort and softly cupped his cheek.

"Hey, look at me."

Jisung obeyed, his body moving to Minho's words like black magic.

"I'm just worried about you, okay? I don't want any trouble causing." Jisung nodded and looked away again. Minho sighed, turning his face so he can face him. "Look at me Han. I'm talking to you."

Finally Jisung looked at Minho's dark brown orbs. His brown hair has grown longer that it almost coveres his eyes falling over his head band. He looked attractive under the moonlight. His whole appearance took the life breath out of Jisung.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to celebrate with Felix." Jisung explained himself. "He takes his birthdays seriously and he always make sure I have a special birthday every year. I didn't want him to feel sad..." Jisung breathed, Minho's hot breath fanning on his face.

They were so close, noses almost touchung. Minho's hand trailed along Jisung's cheek tonhis neck, resting it at the back oh his head. His fingers digged in to Jisung's hair softly caressing.

"You really care about him, do you."

Jisung nodded feeling pleasure takeover, as Minho combed his hair.

Damn, why does this feel nice.

Minho smiled, tilting his head so he can plant a wet kiss on his cheek. Jisung froze, hands instantly grabbing Minho's jacket.

"Han," Minho called out as he hummed. "What will you do... if I kiss you?"

Jisung's eyes comically widened.

What kind of a question is that?!

Minho looked at Jisung's shocked face and smirked. He leaned in, their lips almost touching as he spoke.

"Tell me when to stop."

Jisung felt the world stop around him. His brain stopped functioning for a moment as he kept staring at Minho's closed eyes, and plump lips glued to his. His lips are wet and puffy and Jisung felt fire burning inside his body with that same butterfly feeling in his gut.

Minho pulled away. His eyes fluttered open, eyes searching for a hint hesitation in Jisung's slightly dilated eyes. When he found non, he pressed him closer to the wall. Jisung's back to the cold cement. His fingers found his way under Minho's jacket for his shirt. Gripping it we he gave a small tug.

A sign. A sign saying that he want it.

Jisung breathed. Minho's lips gazed over his cheeks trailing along the side of his cheekbone slowly reaching his destination. When his lips contacted with Jisung's he felt intense. Jisung let himself melt in to Minho's touch as he kissed all over his lips. Jisung tried to wager his kiss, making their teeth clash at some point. He didn't know what to do rather than let the older guide him.

Minho's hand pressed against Jisung chest. He felt it, his won heart beating, threatened to explode in his rib cage.

"Follow my lead."

Jisung's nodde closing his eyes. He felt Minho's lips for the third time. This time he moved along in a sinc. Jisung gasped, as Minho grazed his tongue over his bottom lip and hands rubbed circles on his hips. It wasn't something lustful nor something with need either. It was a simple desire to feel Jisung, to show everything Minho has got for him.

"Hyung-"

His words are cut off by Minho pulling him for a another kiss from the nape of his neck. Jisung let out a needy sound from the back of his throath. Unconsciously, his hand snaked to Minho's hair, slightly tugging at the ends making him groan.

There was no need of words. Minho already know what Jisung wants. And Jisung is yet to find Minho's intentions.

They parted away, gasping for breath. Jisung's eyes fluttered open. An evident blush on his cheek.

Minho chuckled. "It's just the beginning Han." He whispered making Jisung shiver.

Jisung looked up at his hyung. His lips lingering with need. So he did the last thing he was suppose to do. Pulling Minho back to a needy kiss. Minho let out a noise of surprise but kissed him back intensely.

When Minho let go, he slightly bit at Jisung's ear. "As much as I want to ruin your little lips, I can't." He whispered. "You have to attend to classes tomorrow morning."

"Wait - why are you here at this time? Aren't you suppose to be at your dorm?"

A flash emotions passed over Minho's face before he composed himself. "Let's get you inside."

Minho avoided the questions, tugging at Jisung's arm and pulling them out side. He pulled out his phone once again dialling the familiar number. His face made sour expression as the called talked from the other side.

"Son..."

Minho glanced at Jisung, promising himself not to scare Jisung away by starting an argument with his father. They just kissed. No way he's gonna make the atmosphere uncomfortable.

"Change of plans. I'm coming over."

A/N: I typed this during my way home from school. The next chaper will be probably on Sunday or so :)