(grumpy x sunshine) + (slow burn) + (minsung)
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metanoia (n.)
the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of thinking.
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"i come everyday to watch 'him' actually"
"motherfucker, if you ever do gay stuffs you better do it with only...
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minho wanted more than those crimson cheeks and slow breathing.
he moved his hand higher till it reached his inner thigh, as he kept stroking there, this time with his whole palm not just thumb.
jisung found out minho was doing that on purpose as he looked up and their eyes locked. he saw the darkness of neediness.
he pushed his body at the corner of the side of the couch, clutching on the soft cushion between his arms.
minho's eyes sparkled when he watched jisung gasp when his hand tried to go higher than it already was.
the younger put his other leg up and placed his foot over the couch. he wanted to melt down right there, right at that moment.
he kept his eyes down on minho's hand since he didn't have the courage to look up and make more eye contacts.
minho was looking unnecessarily hot.
minho threw the device beside him and got up, having no other reason to keep on playing the same game.
his eyes were focused on jisung, only on jisung.
he stood straight in front of the younger, observing him for a few seconds.
he inched closer, slightly benting down as he placed his right knee between jisung's legs.
jisung had to look up.
the next move minho made was to pull the cushion out of jisung's firm grip. he threw it aside and it probably fell near the macbook.
but did they care about that? no.
the elder held himself in place by grabbing the back of the couch with one hand. his other hand went up to hold jisung's face. he rubbed his thumb slowly at the side of jisung's eye.
"your eyes show" he muttered lowly.
they both were deeply drown in each other's eyes. no one has the power or will to break that.
jisung's lips parted slightly "w-what..."
minho leaned closer and left a peck over his right eye. he went near his earlobe "the desire you have" his lips were pressed there "for me" he ended and took the lobe between his teeth.
he wanted more this time.
jisung was folding under him cause like every other time, his moves were slow, painfully slow.
the cold he was feeling an hour ago had vanished. he was having rather summer feelings, as if the sun was right above his head.
the brunette moved his lips downward and left another peck at the side of his neck.
jisung gasped again, feeling the sharpness of minho's teeth on his neck. his hand shot up, gripping on minho's shoulder for support, but that didn't help cause he felt unstable, both physically and mentally.
