Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 17

A/N: Viki is short for Rakuten Viki, a subscription site like Netflix where you can stream Asian dramas.

A/N: Warning for possible emotional whiplash. Please keep all arms, legs, and frustrated screams inside the ride at all times.

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Jisung swallowed what felt like... the thickest air he'd ever experienced as his tongue poked the corner of his mouth and he stared at Minho. How was he supposed to respond? What was he supposed to do with that question?  How did Minho pick now to flirt back?

"I mean, believe me, Bun Bun. You are more than welcome to prove me wrong. I'm just saying, you kinda give power bottom energy." He said, teasing the man under him.

Minho's smirk grew wider as he leaned up even further, his breath close enough to tickle Jisung's lips. He tilted his head slightly more, glancing down at the mouth close to his own, and flicking his gaze back upwards towards the boy's eyes.

"I genuinely... truly don't believe you could handle me 'proving'... anything to you."

Jisung froze in place as his lungs started to feel slightly heavier. He felt an unfamiliar hunger-type of tingling surging through his body as he slowly pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, running his tongue over it before releasing it.

He thought back to when Minho had said he couldn't "afford" to make these jokes back, and he didn't want to allude to having interest in anyone.

So what changed? 

Minho victoriously let his head fall backwards into the hardened snow behind him as he placed his arms back on the ground.

"So... I understand you must like this position, but I would like to eventually get up. If that's alright with you, of course." He chuckled, not breaking eye contact or the widened smile that crossed his lips.

Jisung had to hold back, as he felt the need to playfully wiggle like he would do with Felix if they were in this position. He didn't know if he could mentally deal with that. Or any of this.

He flung his left leg over Minho's body and stood up, hand outstretched to help the other. Minho chuckled through the smirk still resting on his face as he took the offered hand to raise himself from the frigid ground.

When they were finally both standing, they chuckled as they brushed snow off of each other's jacket. The small laughter died down and turned into a pure and comfortable silence as they stared at each other for a few moments- before catching themselves and turning to walk inside.

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Minho had asked them to wait in his room with their bags and gear while he used the restroom before their departure, so the group was sitting in a big circle, like they normally did at the meeting table at home. As Minho was getting ready to leave the bathroom, he heard the last bits of a conversation not meant for his ears.

"I'm just saying, you two looked incredibly close." Hyunjin said.

Jisung groaned, and Minho bit back a chuckle as he imagined the younger probably throwing his head back, dramatically.

"She just didn't want to be alone last night. It's nothing more than that. I swear."

"Did you guys sleep in the same bed?" Felix asked, with hints of irritation in his voice.

"Does it matter to you?" Chan asked, and again, Minho could just imagine the head tilt. But he was more focused on Jisung's answer, as he'd been wondering the same thing as Felix, but felt he had no right to ask such a personal question.