Bookstore Wars (Minsung)

Dead Man

Maybe it was a little bit selfish to take himself while leaving Jisung to his own devices, but Minho couldn't think straight in any way, shape, or form. His legs felt like jelly, despite their contact being minimal.

He stepped into the shower, tensing at the freezing cold water hitting his body. As much as he despised cold showers, he knew he wasn't going to last another second with Jisung at this rate. 94 suddenly seemed like way too high of a number.

Maybe it was a bad idea to invite Jisung over when he knew full well just how easy it would be for him to cave, but on the other hand Minho had no other desire than to be as close to Jisung as humanly possible. Sure, this meant physically, but it also meant learning about the dumb little facts that made them become closer. He wanted to learn everything about Jisung, no matter how mundane or seemingly boring.

He stood under the shower head, trying to wash the thoughts of Jisung out of his mind so he could have some clarity before facing him again. It was humiliating how he forgot how to act around Jisung, how every mask he had spent so much time meticulously crafted shattered underneath his touch.

Jisung was in Minho's room, trying to concentrate on the movie. It turns out staying hard during a painfully sad movie is impossible. It didn't take long for Jisung to become half-consumed with the story line, but always a little preoccupied with thoughts of Minho.

As his mind was lazily coming up with possible date ideas while also trying to recall characters' names, Minho came back. Jisung's eyes snapped up to Minho, who (un)fortunately was already dressed in gray sweatpants and a dark green hoodie that seemed to swallow him up. He sat on the bed, his hair still a little damp and the fresh smell of the shower sticking to his skin. Jisung took note that this was the first time he had seen Minho completely bare-faced. Usually, he had at least a little concealer on or some light eye makeup.

Minho's brow creased as he felt Jisung's gaze lingering.

He couldn't find the words to express his pure awe at seeing how perfect Minho was so Jisung just cupped his soft face. It felt like he was containing a little piece of heaven.

"Have you been paying attention this time?" Minho asked, clearing his throat before he could speak coherently.

"As much as I can" Jisung responded honestly, biting his lip before giving Minho the full reason as to why his attention was divided. Minho glanced down at the screen then met Jisung's eyes once again, before leaning forward with his eyes narrowed.

"What's the main character's name?"

"Trick question, there's two" Jisung smirked. "Neil and Todd are equal"

"When does the story take place?" Minho increased the challenge, meeting Jisung's cockiness.

"In the 50's" Jisung said. "Is that really all you got, jagi?"

"What do the birds symbolize?" He asked, his jaw slightly clenched. Jisung was much more interested in that than he should have been. Was it possible he was being a little extra combative to see Minho get a little angry? Maybe.

"Freedom, clearly" Jisung rolled his eyes. "Listen, I know you think you're better than everyone and that you notice things I don't, but that is the most basic symbol you could ask about"

"My apologies, darling" Minho said, his tone shifting in a moment. "I was just adjusting the difficulty level to your comprehension skills"

"God, you're sexy when you're being a pretentious prick" Jisung interrupted their argument, throwing Minho completely off guard. He blinked rapidly for a few moments before Jisung laughed and planted a kiss on his agape mouth. "I think that means I win"