Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

17. Your Embrace

"What do you mean you spent the night at Minho hyung's?"

Felix frowned at the name as Hyunjin kept questioning Jisung oblivious of what's happening with the blond dancer.

"I was running away from the guards and...he happened to help me." Jisung mumbled.

Felix's head spurned at Jisung's comment. "Help you?" He scoffed. "That mother fucker helps no one."

"Felix." Hyunjin grabbed his arm. Felix goared at him too but quickly softened by the look Hyunjin gave him. "Don't call your seniors like that."

Felix huffed looking away. "Whatever. Just don't go near him, I mean it."

With tha Felix marched away from his friends. Jisung and Hyunjin glanced at each other, both sighing.

"I don't know what's going on between those two. He's hating him more and more." Hyunjin spoke as they walked towards the cafeteria. Jisung glanced at Hyunjin who had a worried expression. "I don't want him to get in trouble. You know how fierce our Lix can be. If he could he'll burn down Minho hyung's dorm."

"Maybe something happened that he's not telling us?" Jisung asked. "I mean, he's friends with Chan hyung. Minho hyung is Chan hyung's best friend. Clearly, Felix doesn't want to associate with him after Chan hyung's mom and Felix's dad got married. I guess, he's angry at him because he didn't wanted to out himself to his parents and kept their relationship hidden."

Hyunjin sighed. Both sat on a table. Hyunjin took out his sketch book and a pencil, the started sharpening it with his small blade. Jisung looked around for Felix. Jisung couldn't see him so he concluded that the boy is between somewhere the crowd.

Jisung watched as Hyunjin basuacloy tower over the sketch pad and draw something.

"What are you sketching?" Jisung asked.

Hyunjin came to an abrupt stop. "Uh... some characters."

"Cartoonization?"

"Yeah." Hyunjin pulled the to his chest, without letting Jisung see. Now that's wierd cause Hyunjin always shares his art with his friends. "For myclass."

Jisung stood walking around the table to peep in. Hyunjin quickly turned away but was too late. Jisung saw the sketch and it a mini cartoon version of Felix.

"Whoa man. Felix looked cute there." He cooed.

Hyunjin coughed. "Yeah, he's cute-I mean. He's always pretty-" Hyunjin stopped himself. "He's easy to draw."

Jisung arched his eyebrow. "What about me?"

Hyunjin frowned. "I'm afraid I'll mess up your squirrel cheeks and make you ugly."

"Hey! I'm not a squirrel!"

"Yes you are Jisung."

"You ferret."

"At least I can dance better than you." Hyunjin playfully teased the younger.

Jisung dramatically gasped. "You can't rap! I, Han Jisung can rap than anyone in my class."

Hyunjin laughed patting his shoulder. "I know. I was just teasing Jisung-ah."

Jisung rolled his eyes at Hyunjin but smiled. He sat next to Hyunjin to watch him draw but he was staring behind him.

"What?"

"Minho hyung. He's watching you."

Jisung quickly turned. And indeed the Lee Minho is watching his, with half lided eyes. Suddenly memories from last night flashed in his mind. He blushed redder than a tomato seeing Minho smirk at his reaction. Jisung turnd away, trying not to have a heart attack.

"Why is he even staring at you. Did someone happened yesterday?" Hyunjin asked.

Jisung furiously shacked his head. "No, we just slept-he slept on the couch. That's all."

Hyunjin gave a quick glance Minho and turned bac to drawing. "If you say so. But be careful. He is the kind of person who flirts with every person he sees. I may be not hate him like Lix but, he's still untrustworthy."

Jisung nodded, gulping.

He can't say he was going to believe Hyunjin because after last night, he felt like he saw a different side of Minho. How he held him in his arms and kissed him so gently. He comforted him, stayed with him all night and gave him his own bed to sleep.

Who was he kidding to...he's not believing shit he hasn't seen.

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Jisung reached his dorm door. Letting out a sigh if relief he stepped in.

It's been a long day and Jisung was exhausted to the core consideringbhe couldn't get enough sleep last night either. He just want to lie down and pass out. He was so tired that he refused to eat dinner as he munched from fries on his way to his dorm.

It's Friday and Jisung had classes till late night. His roommates are off to their own paradise in the twon and Jisung was left alone. He wondered where they are, it's already pass 8 pm.

To his shock, there was a person lying on the bed. His bed!

"Yah!" Jisung yelled walling inside to beat the shit out of the guy. (Well he wou9beat but probably would be loud as and scare him till he does) "what the hell are you do- eh?"

It was Minho, slightly smirking up at him. He sat on the bed giving Jisung an amused look. "Hi."

Just by the sight in front of him, Jisung blushed. He learned his throat.

"What are you doing here? Go to your room." Minho ignored him and lied down again. Just sighed in frustration. He was tierd and needs his beauty sleep and now this guys is being an annoying ass. "Yah hyung! Get the fuck up from my bed."

Minho stood walking up to Jisung. He wrapped his arms around his torso burying his face in Jisung's neck. His heat raced with the unannounced action. Jisung hesitantly hugged the older. Then Minhonpulled off, leaving Jisung stunned

"That's all. I just wanted a hug."

Jisung scoffed stepping back. He tried acting cool but his heart is betraying him. "Right, now can you leave please?"

Minho made a face of thinking. His eye rolling upwards and lips in a pout. Then he looked at Jisung with a serious expression. "No." With that he fell on the bed snuggling under the blankets.

"Hyung." Jisung whined, shacking him. "I need to sleep. Go to your room."

"No, Chan has Changbin and Jeongin over. I ain't living with their music productions and DJs."

Jisung sighed, feeling he could sleep just by standing. He had no enery left to argue with the older so, he just tossed his bag and turned off the light, so could get in to his PJs. Half way buttoning his shirt, the lights switched on. Jisung gasped.

"What is wrong with you?" He quickly attempted to botton his shirt but Minho caught his hand.

Jisung froze. Minho's hand travelled to his clothes torso and slowly ran upwards feeling his stomach and his toned chest (Yes, Jisung used to work out during holiday). Minho gazed at Jisung. For a moment he thought Minho would rip open his shirt and attack him with kisses, instead the older began buttoning his shirt.

"Here." He smiled, then switched off the lights leaving them in the dark.

He felt himself being lifted. Jisung squeaked in surprise then he was pushed on to a bed and a weight landed over him. Jisung turned as Minho pulled him closer, landing a kiss on the forehead.

Jisung hummed, feeling satisfied as the older combed his hair with his fingers.

"Good night Han."

And Jisung felt like deja vu.