Bookstore Wars (Minsung)

Skirt

Felix gave him a lot to think about, but he didn't have the time to get into it for long. After Felix made his way back to his room, Jisung emerged not long after. He came up behind Minho and planted a lazy kiss on the back of his neck, mumbling an incoherent greeting.

Minho felt heat blossom from the spot on his neck Jisung had blessed with a kiss, leaving him with crystal clear memories of all his fantasies. No, he scolded himself, not right now.

"Good morning," Minho whispered. He was biting back every praise he wanted to shower Jisung with in the interest of saving what little dignity he had after last night. It wasn't that he was unaware of how dangerous it was to trust someone this quickly, to let them in without really knowing anything about them, it was just that he momentarily forgot he was supposed to have his guard up around Jisung. He just had a disarming quality about him, something Minho couldn't pinpoint but felt in overwhelming waves of trust.

It didn't seem fair. Lately it's felt like Minho is putty in Jisung's hands, but Minho had to fight tooth and nail to get the upper hand. He swiveled around in his chair to face the aforementioned problem. There was really only one way to gain some power in this dynamic, and that was to make Jisung so completely enamored with him that there would never be any doubt who was in control.

"I have an idea," He smiled as he crossed his legs, looking at Jisung and examining every little reaction he had. "Why don't we go out for breakfast?"

"Out?" Jisung asked, debating the idea in his head. Sure, going out was great, but staying in where he could hold Minho all day also seemed enticing.

"Yeah, i'm getting restless after being cooped up for so long" Minho dramatically stretched his arms out, groaning as he let them fall to his sides again.

Although he tried to hide his interest, it was clear that Jisung had perked up when he heard the noise. He bit his lip lightly and looked off to the side. "Where would we go"

"We'll figure that out on the way," Minho assured him, hopping off the stool. "Wait here, i'm getting dressed"

"I'm not invited?" Jisung pouted. Minho stuck his tongue out at him before shutting the door, coming up with more and more plans to break down Jisung's will. He decided the ultimate goal was to convince Jisung that they didn't have to get through all 100 questions before they slept together.

The race was on.

He searched through his closet, not exactly sure what he was looking for he knew when he found it. Minho wasn't afraid to wear skirts out in public, he just never really found a reason to. Felix had gotten him this simple dark brown skirt that would end just above his knees for him a while ago and finally the perfect opportunity arose.

The skirt paired with a white sweater and black tights left Minho with the task of accessories. He decided not to do too much, otherwise it would look like he was trying to get Jisung's attention, which he was, but he didn't need to know that. With one last glance in the mirror and a few steadying breaths for confidence, he was ready to begin the battle.

He stepped out to a suspiciously jisung-less room. His first, and hopefully incorrect thought was that Jisung bolted at the first opportunity. The second, much more plausible possibility is that Felix stole him away.

He was proved correct when he leaned in Felix's doorway and saw him squinting intensely at Jisung's face, makeup brush in hand. Minho stays as quiet as he can as he watches the adorable scene ahead of him. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Stay still!" Felix scolded, pinching Jisung's face between his thumb and pointer finger. They were both so engrossed in their conversation that it gave Minho plenty of time to admire what Felix had dressed Jisung up in. They were sitting with their legs crossed on the floor, so it was hard to fully appreciate the out fit but Minho knew he was a fan of the flannel.

"You are bludgeoning me" Jisung hissed, his words muffled from Felix's hold on his face.

Felix rolled his eyes and released him. "Don't be so dramatic, look" he handed Jisung the handheld mirror and beamed with pride. Jisung seemed pleased with the subtle eye makeup and lip gloss Felix had given him.

Minho cleared his throat, making the pair notice his presence for the first time. Felix waved while Jisung's mouth fell open. Minho tried to act innocent as he lifted one eyebrow.

"What's that look for?" He asked, bathing in the shock that radiated off of Jisung.

"Oh my god," He breathed out, still staring in complete awe as he stood up. Minho's heart was racing as Jisung approached him, which gave Minho a few seconds to fully see his outfit. He was borrowing Felix's clothes, and the plain white crop top he had under the flannel offered a small view of his stomach, which shouldn't be as attractive as it is. Maybe it was the tight jeans or the small top, but for the first time Minho fully appreciated Jisung's waist.

He was utterly ashamed that the first thought that came to his mind was how much prettier Jisung's waist would look with his legs around them, but he didn't have much time to wallow in his perversion as Jisung was grabbing his hand.

He leaned close to Minho's ear and whispered so quietly it was barely audible. "You look so fucking gorgeous"

Minho felt his brain become absolute mush in a second. Jisung's demeanor completely changed as he turned to smile at Felix. "We'll be back later!"

Felix waved as Jisung took Minho's hand in his and started walking towards the door. Minho had to remind himself of his plan because every rational thought had slipped his mind at the sound of Jisung's low voice rasping his praises. He would do anything to hear it again, and that equally terrified and excited him. However, his mission for today was to get Jisung hooked on him, not the other way around. As soon as he was able to recollect his thoughts, he took charge.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked Jisung in his sweetest voice. Jisung raised his eyebrow in response to the unusual tone but decided against questioning him in the moment.