Cold Hands, Warm Heart ✧ Minsung ✧

#64

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Another day came to an end at the coffee shop, Felix found himself wiping away the last remnants of his tears. The weight of Chan's departure still lingered heavily in his heart, but he knew he couldn't let it consume him.

"Felix, what's wrong?" Jisung asked, concern evident in his voice as he noticed the traces of tears on Felix's face.

"It's Chan," Felix replied, his voice trembling. "He's leaving for Australia. Two years, Jisung. Two whole years without him."

Jisung's eyes widened with surprise and empathy. "Oh, Felix, I'm so sorry," he said, pulling his friend into a comforting embrace. "That must be incredibly difficult for you."

Just as they were lost in their conversation, Minho arrived to pick up Jisung. His face showing a hint of jealousy upon seeing Jisung and Felix in an intimate moment. However, as he observed Felix's tears, his jealousy took a backseat to concern.

"Hey, baby, let's go home," Minho said softly, trying to offer support to Jisung.

Jisung hesitated, his gaze still fixed on Felix. "We can't leave Felix like this," he said firmly, his voice filled with empathy. "We need to be there for him."

Minho nodded, understanding the importance of supporting Felix during his time of need. "Okay, let's take Felix home first," he agreed, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Thanks" Jisung nodded gratefully.

Felix looked up at Jisung and Minho, gratitude shining in his eyes. In that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope.

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In the car, after dropping off Felix at home and heading towards Jisung's place, an uneasy silence hung in the air between Minho and Jisung.

"Thank you, Min," Jisung broke the silence, speaking softly.

Minho glanced at Jisung and nodded. "It's okay, baby," he replied.

Jisung couldn't shake off the worry for Felix. "I was really concerned about Felix," he confessed. "He told me that Chan is going back to Australia for two years. Did you know about this?"

Minho swallowed hard, his discomfort evident. "Yeah, he mentioned it to me a couple of weeks ago. That's why there have been new trainees and producers coming in."

"I'm worried about Felix, he is like a baby, he needs to be taken care of, I don't know if he'll be okay alone now."

Minho dryly swallowed. "Oh, yeah."

An air of uneasiness hung between Minho and Jisung. The tension was palpable, and Jisung couldn't help but address it.

Once they arrived at Jisung's apartment, they settled down on the couch, the atmosphere still heavy with unease.

"Min, were you jealous of Felix today?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and concern. He fidgeted with his fingers, unsure of how Minho would respond.

Minho let out a sigh, feeling the weight of his emotions. "I'm sorry, baby," he admitted. "I saw you two together, and..." he sighed again. "I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I just can't bear the thought of sharing you with anyone else."

Jisung's heart softened as he furrowed his brows understanding Minho's underlying fear. "I love you, Min," he reassured, hoping to ease the insecurities that plagued his boyfriend's mind.

"I love you too," Minho caressed the younger's hand, without looking at him. His unease persisted, and he couldn't shake off his worries."It's just... because you and Felix have a history, and you told me you don't have feelings for him anymore. But still, yeah, it bothers me," he admitted, his uneasiness manifesting as he took off his sweater, feeling the room growing warmer as thoughts of Jisung's past relationship with Felix clouded his mind.

Jisung couldn't help but stare at Minho, his mouth hanging open as he watched him take off his sweater. "Wow, you're hot when you're jealous," he blurted out.

Minho's eyes met Jisung's, the elder raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by Jisung's unexpected response. "What?" he asked, taken aback by Jisung's unexpected comment.

Realizing he had spoken aloud, Jisung quickly covered his mouth, his eyes widening in embarrassment. "Oh... Did I just say that out loud?" he muttered.

Minho smirked and nodded, leaning closer "Come on, say it again."

Jisung's heart raced, his cheeks burning. "Don't make me say it again," he was still covering his mouth and stepping back on the couch.

Minho chuckled, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "Oh, but I want to hear it again," he teased, his worries momentarily forgotten. He's got closer and closer to Jisung, pinning him on the couch and removing Jisung's hands from covering his mouth.

Jisung's face flushed bright red, feeling the intensity of Minho's gaze. He gulped, but held Minho's gaze without wavering. "You're... hot when you're jealous," he repeated, his voice laced with shyness, his lips forming a nervous bite.

Minho smirked, reflecting the joy he felt in that moment. He leaned in, capturing Jisung's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, savoring the electrifying moment between them, hands trailing down his body until the younger's thigh, he squeezed it gaining a whimper from Jisung.

The make out session heated pretty quickly, until both of them were out of air.

Minho pulled of "Let's have dinner, baby."

Jisung pouted and hugged his boyfriend neck and kissed him passionately. Bringing their bodies together, Jisung started to brush against the elder lower parts.

Minho was taken aback, he knew where this was going. "Baby, aren't you hungry?" he whispered on his lips.

"I want you," Jisung was a mess, and yeah, he was horny.

"Do you want me?" Minho smirked.

"Yes, please." Jisung's cheeks flushed.

"Well..." Minho slided his hand until touch the waistband of Jisung. "I'll help you with that." Minho quickly undressed the boy, kissing his chest down untill his thighs, he reach the dripping tip. Leaving wet kisses, Jisung moaned with the unbeareble sensation of Minho's lips and tongue on him.

"Minho, ah, please-" Jisung said through his moans grabbing the elder's hair.

Minho stopped his work. "What baby?" He asked through sweet kisses.

Jisung head fell back. "Please."

Minho grabbed Jisung's member. "What?"

"Fuck me."

Minho grinned. "Baby, as much as I want that too..." he said between wet and deep kisses "I want our first time to be a special night."

"Yeah, ah,"

Minho went closer to Jisung's face, he grabbed the younger's chin and licked his parted lips. "Can you wait a little longer, baby?". He brushed his thumb over his bottom lip.

"Yeah." Jisung whispered, watching the boy going down on him again.

"I'll make you feel good."

"Mmh, f-fuck, okaymm~"

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