𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝟶𝟶 𝚕.𝚖𝚑 𝚡 𝚑.𝚓𝚜

21

"felix, don't be stupid! you cannot beat me in a game of mario kart!"

felix scoffed, tossing the controller into jisung's lap as minho giggled from the kitchen.

oh felix had a great idea.

he stood up, going into the kitchen and grabbing 2 water bottles. he whispered. "min. can you distract ji?"

minho shot him a thumbs up, watching the two get fully immersed in their game before deciding to take action.

he thought about how to distract jisung. fainting seemed too much. crying was tiring. whining.

oh he was good at whining.

as he saw they were on their 3rd lap, he went over, pouting his lips.

felix smiled as he saw minho in the corner of his eye come beside jisung but the latter had yet to notice.

"jisungie, i want a hug."

jisung whipped his head, dropping his controller and rushing to hug minho. he stood up and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

minho smiled, seeing the ending screen of the game and that felix won. "i won!"

jisung hummed, more focused on comforting his boyfriend. "you okay, min?" he pulled off and minho nodded.

"felix said to distract you." he laughed at how jisung's smile slowly faded and he glared at felix.

"you used my own boyfriend against me?! that's dirty play!"

—-

jisung went into his room, pointing at minho after felix had just left the dorm. minho smiled slightly.

"hi."

"you dirty cheater!"

jisung whined and jumped minho on the bed. "i can't believe you tricked me so easily!"

minho shot him a warning glare as his fingers travelled to his sides. jisung started tickling him and minho giggled.

"stop!"

"this is payback for using my love for you against me!"

minho's giggles were jisung's favourite. he was just too cute. jisung smiled down at him, kissing his forehead.

"i love you so much. you know that?"

minho nodded, shying away a smile as his hand came up to cup jisung's cheek. "i love you too."

—

minho was slumped in jisung's lap on the couch, lost in thought about nothing.

he pulled his head out of jisung's neck, smiling softly. jisung brought his gaze from the tv to minho, mirroring the smile.

"hi, min."

jisung rubbed their noses together, as minho giggled. minho brought his hands up to interlock at the nape of the younger's neck.

he leant in, pressing their lips together. jisung's hands went to the latter's hips, as minho stood up his knees to get as close as he could.

their noses brushed and their heads tilted to avoid it. jisung's tongue brushed minho's bottom lip, the older parting his lips for them to be connected as close as can be.

minho whined as jisung pulled away and he chuckled. "you look so good in my clothes. you know that?"

jisung eyed his game jersey that minho wore again and smirked. he locked their lips again, heavily breathing through their noses as they were all that mattered in the moment.

jisung's hands slid up and down minho's sides, causing a peek of skin to slip out of the jersey. the younger rested his hands on the bare waist under the jersey and minho squeaked as jisung squeezed his hips. minho's hands around his nape came forward to cup jisung's cheeks.

the dorm door opened but they didn't notice. they were too wrapped up in each other to even care.

chan and changbin's face twisted in disgust, watching the two make out. "uh, ji?" the two pulled off of each other and minho blushed heavily.

he hid his face in jisung's neck and laughed. "sorry, guys. what's up?" chan waved a usb in the air and jisung's eyes widened.

"oh, yeah. i forgot. mine's on my desk."

jisung shifted minho off his lap to go into his room with his friends and minho was still blushing.

how was jisung so calm?!

minho was so embarrassed that they walked in on them making out!

maybe it's happened before?

'a bet on who sleeps with you first.'

minho's heart dropped, realizing that if they hadn't walked in they most likely would have gone further.

then what? jisung would drop him right after.

he clutched the couch cushions, biting his bottom lip. jisung exited the bedroom and the two left after getting what they needed.

minho's gaze stayed on the floor before he stood up. "i'm going to get going." jisung blinked, startled by the monotone voice.

"did i do something? were you uncomfortable?"

minho slid on his shoes, tying the laces and shaking his head. he cursed as tears brimmed his eyes.

"n-no, just- forget it."

jisung went to the front door, fingers wrapping around minho's wrist. "talk to me, min, what happened? you can talk to me, baby. i'm here for you."

minho gritted his teeth. "till when? till you fuck me?" he regretted it as soon as he said as he saw jisung's face visibly sadden.

"what?" he sounded so heartbroken. and minho caused it. "minho, what do you mean?"

"that's what you were trying. wasn't it? trying to fuck me but then we got interrupted."

jisung furrowed his eyebrows. "what the hell are you saying? that i'm using you? why the fuck would i use you?"

"you aren't denying it, jisung." minho dryly chuckled, nodding. "okay. i get it. you won, ji. hm?"

jisung parted his lips to speak, being interrupted. "you got to almost fuck the lonely kid. hope it was fucking worth it."

he slammed the door behind him and jisung fell to his knees. the sobs ripped out of his throat, as his lover left him on the floor.