Bookstore Wars (Minsung)

XOXO

Nothing makes any sense. That was the only take away from this whole catastrophe that wasn't even really an issue. Minho had been tossing and turning all night, thoughts of Jisung plaguing him like a nightmare. He wished he could claim that this was lingering anxiety but it was something much more inconvenient.

He was acutely aware of the remaining scent of Jisung's cologne on his skin, as Minho still hadn't taken off the outfit he had worn to the date. His mind kept drifting to the light touches he received throughout the night, a playful punch on the arm, holding hands for less than a minute. Every place Jisung had even brushed felt like it was still buzzing.

Minho wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to fill the void that Jisung left. The date had gone so perfectly, only taking a turn for the worse when Minho misread everything. He was grateful that there wasn't actually any pressure to sleep with Jisung, but now there was a much bigger problem. Minho could deal with resenting Jisung, he could deal with liking Jisung, he could deal with being just friends. What he couldn't deal with was wanting him this badly.

Before he even realized he was doing it, he was pulling off his own shirt, imagining it was Jisung's steady hands.

"Jagi," He hears the name echo through his mind, always used sweetly but now sounding hungry. His mind was tormenting him with quick flashes of Jisung's flirting mixed in with events composed entirely in his imagination.

He catches a glance of himself in the mirror, his clothes now discarded and his face flushed simply from thoughts of the man he hated not too long ago. It was shameful.

Of course Minho had been horny before, but never to this extent and never for someone specific. He felt need before but never for someone's touch. His mind is far too muddled with desire to fully feel the embarrassment that would surely hit come morning. It had only been one date, a few conversations, and he couldn't forget that this all spurred from the fact Jisung, in a way, rejected him.

"Is it too much?" He hears Jisung ask in his mind, the context being twisted as he closed his eyes and gave into the pulsating need. Minho shakes his head to the imaginary question, laying back on his mattress with images of Jisung surrounding him. He had always been just a little too aware of how perfect Jisung looked, with his long eyelashes and cheeks he just wanted to pepper with kisses. Suddenly his attention focused in on how his hands looked, how his mouth opened before he took a bite of his food, how focused he looked when reading. Every little thing that used to be so innocent was now corrupted by Minho's sex crazed mind.

He continued to pervert every interaction he'd ever had with Jisung as his hand found its way down to his previously ignored dick. He wondered if Jisung was thinking anything even remotely this filthy right now, or if he was alone in his depravity.

One hand covered his mouth while the other made slow strokes. He knew how cruel Jisung was, and how he would make sure to go extra slow knowing Minho was too proud to ask for more despite that being the only thing he wanted. The battle he was raging against his own mind was impossible. He swore he was trying to think of anything but Jisung's mouth. But those eyes.

He felt his climax building as more images, both real and imagined, buzzed around his head. Minho made one more attempt to drag his thoughts away from Jisung because cumming to the idea of him after one date was pathetic.

"Ready, jagi?" He remembered.

Shit.

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Jisung, on the other hand, was wracking his brain on why Minho seemed so scared after their date. As he walked into his apartment, Hyunjin smiled widely.

"So..." He said, shutting his book and leaning forward on his hands. "Tell me everything"

Jisung swayed uneasily and bit his lip before answering. "I thought pretty well..."

"But?" Hyunjin prompted further, worried about Jisung's uncertainty. He had been so excited before the date, what changed since then?

Jisung took a seat next to Hyunjin on the couch, attempting to figure out everything he was feeling himself before he tried to articulate it to Hyunjin. He loved the time he spent with Minho, but the drive home made him doubt everything.

"I think I scared him off," Jisung eventually landed on. Why else would Minho look so scared? It must have been too soon, or too much, or maybe Jisung was imagining every ounce of chemistry he thought they had.

"Why would you think that?" Hyunjin cocked his head to the side as he awaited Jisung's response.

"He got really quiet on the drive home, like, dead silent. When i dropped him off he seemed... off. He asked me if i was coming in, and seemed relieved when i said no" Jisung's eyes were fixed at his hands.

Hyunjin thought for a moment. "How did you ask him out exactly?"

Jisung's face flushed and he mumbled his answer. "We had been making out and he told me to take him to dinner before... we went any further"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "Well he was obviously nervous because he thought he had to sleep with you"

Jisung blinked as the picture became clearer. "Oh my god, I did make it seem like that, didn't i?"

Hyunjin laughed. "What would you do without me?"

Jisung put his head in his hands. "I'm so stupid!"

Hyunjin patted his back. "It's alright, you didn't sleep with him, so you showed him you actually care"

"I told him we weren't going to do anything until I got through the one hundred questions list," Jisung added. "What if thinks when we get through it he has to sleep with me?"

"Jisung, just have a conversation with him," Hyunjin said. "It really is that simple"

Jisung knew it was, but he also knew how intimidating that was. He wanted this new thing with Minho to feel effortless and just let things be. The puzzle pieces should just fall into place without having to have any awkward conversations. It should be flirting with a little bit of arguing, witty banter and the occasional genuine compliment.

But he liked Minho so much, and he never wanted to make Minho feel like he felt tonight.

"You're right," Jisung conceded.

"You could text him right now," Hyunjin suggested, stretching before he stood up. "That way you can just get it over with"

Jisung nodded. "Night, Hyunjin"

"You'll be fine, Jisung," Hyunjin assured him one last time before disappearing into his room.

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Fine. Yes, everything was fine. Jisung would never have to know that Minho masturbated to him after their first date. He would take a very long, cold shower and he would be absolved of all sin, no harm, no foul.

That was the plan until he was about to step into the shower and his phone lit up with a text from Jisung.

- Hey Minho! I had a lot of fun tonight and I wanted to let you know that I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do! The list thing was a joke (Mostly...) so don't worry about it. Goodnight, XOXO -

Minho stared down at his phone. This was an innocent, considerate, sweet text. Nothing that should be turning him on right now. Why did Jisung's patience instantly throw him into a spiral of horniness and shame? This wasn't far.

He stepped into the shower and sighed. This was going to be a long night.