- Burning Desire - Minsung

A sick Jisung equals madness

Jisung woke up again in the middle of the night, having sweat through his clothes.

He turned and his head dropped down from his cushion. His cushion being Minhos leg, which he realized shortly after his braincells got shaken up.

Carefully he looked up.

They didn't close the blinds, so the streetlight that shone through his window helped him see Minho clearly.
The olders head was lolled down, lips parted and deep breaths rising his chest up and down. He was still sitting, his legs straight, just in the same position as Jisung remembered them getting into before he fell asleep.

Jisungs heart swelled up, maybe it was the fever, maybe it was the way Minho fell asleep in the most uncomfortable, neck hurting position just because he didn't want to wake Jisung up.

And he didn't change out of his streetwear either, Jisung knew how much Minho hated not showering and changing before laying into bed. Usually he kicked Jisung out if he was still in jeans.

While Jisung tried to get up he somehow got stuck in the blanket, falling face first on to the floor.

"What the fuck." He heard Minho screech as he searched for the source of the sound.

Where he found Jisung groaning in pain, stringing curses together like no other.

"What happened?"

"M' sweaty, wanted to change." Jisungs voice was groggy.

"Oh Jisungie, you could've woken me up."

"It's so cold outside of the blanket Minnie."

Minho saw Jisung sitting up on the floor now, his whole body shaking. So he shuffled to the side of the bed, only putting his feet down first as his legs were numb from the weight of Jisungs head. Then finally he got down to sit across of the younger, pushing his shirt up gently, helping him get out of the soaked piece of clothing.

He threw it to the side, and took the item closest to him, which was his own hoodie, from the ground to help Jisung again.

"Oh I love that hoodie Minnie" He snuggled into it.

"You need to change your pants too?"

"I'll just take them off, m' fine." Jisung stood up and pulled his pants down, almost slipping while doing so.

Minho just had the time to push him back to a standing position, giggling. "Sungie jeez you need to go to sleep again."

"Mhm." Jisungs eyes were barely open, Minho having to guide him back to the bed, pushing him to sit on the edge.

"Now, take some meds please."

Hyunjin had put them on the nightstand, or atleast Minho didn't remember doing that himself. He held out the pill and a bottle of water for Jisung.

"No i'm okay."

"You're not, you're glowing Hannie."

Jisung smiled in a way his cheeks seemed even rounder. "Isn't it cute?"

"No, i'd rather have you feeling better."

"No."

Minho took Jisungs chin, trying to pry his bottom lip open.

"Minnieeeeeeeeeeeee." Jisung whined.

Gently Minho stroked Jisungs cheek. "It's fine Hannie, it will help you, then we'll go back to sleep and i'll play with your hair a little more."

"Oh."

Jisung opened his mouth slowly, and Minho was able to place the tablet on top of his tongue, handing him the water. The younger downed it before shuffling down the bed again.

"Let me quickly change aswell, i'll be right back." The older walked to the closet, just taking out whatever he first got his hands on.
Maybe his heart did a little jump, he was now drowning in the smell of fresh laundry and Jisung.
They were wearing each other's clothes, he couldn't stop the small smile.

Minho wanted to retake his previous position in the bed, but got pulled down by Jisung so he was laying next to him.

"Turn to the side then Ji."

"No, let me just-" And Minho got manhandled into laying closer to Jisung but on his side now, which was the position he initially wanted Jisung to be in.

Why did it have to be so hard to ignore the act of strength?

The hand that wrapped around his waist tickled lightly, and he had to surpress a giggle.

Hot breath in his neck that made his hair stand up.

He felt a light kiss pressed on to his scalp and he froze.

"Thank you for taking care of me Min." Jisung grumbled into his hair. "I love you so much you know." His nose was buried in the brown strands of Minhos hair.

Outside it thundered in that exact second, and Minho couldn't help but melt into the hold of Jisung, pressing back against him to get as close as he could, allowing himself to be a little selfish.

Slowly the rain started to hit against the window.

He felt himself longing for Jisung again, even if he was right there.

Longing for deeper love, a more intimate connection with the man he called his bestfriend.