lurk

sun-soaked and starlit

⚠️ angst, bullying, physical bullying, drugs ⚠️

the door opens and a mess of fluffy brown hair peaks through the opening. "minho hyung!" jisung yelps in surprise, "you didn't have to follow me. i'm ok, go back to your dorm." he can't believe that minho actually followed him. jisung's cheek warm at the idea that minho wanted to know how he is, that he gave him a second thought.

"jisungie." minho hesitantly whispers into the darkness between the two. he steps slowly into the room, almost like minho was scared to startle jisung. like one wrong movement would make jisung flee like a spooked cat, only to never return.

when jisung didn't answer or even move, minho started advancing with slightly more purpose. he padded over to where jisung was nestled into the bean bag, cuddling his rabbit lovingly. kneeling just enough in front of jisung to not be touching him, he whispered, "how are you, jisungie my love?"

jisung could feel his cheeks getting red, and it travel down his neck. "h-hyung." he whimpered.

there's no right way to take a compliment when it comes from lee minho. especially when he's in front of you, kneeling like a prince.

"jisung. baby. please. are you ok?" minho's chocolate eyes soften at jisung's slowly drying cheeks and wobbling plush bottom lip. he slowly brings up his hand and lightly brushes away the tears, soft strokes bringing comfort to the skittish boy.

jisung's breath catches, a throaty wet laugh making its way up his throat. "no minho hyung. not really." jisung's face unconsciously gravitates into minho's hand, nuzzling into it. sighing, something in his body clicks into place and the tears come once again.

this time, it's in mourning for what could have been. the two of them could have been together if he didn't run away. if his life didn't irrevocably change that night.

"lee minho." jisung whispers into the darkness, the night making him more centered. he is fascinated by the male across from him.

"yes, doll?" minho whispers at the same volume.

"how are you so perfect? like, you're everything," jisung is drunk with sadness and recovered memories of times not so sweet. he feels sun-soaked, incandescent with inner light. the sun is the chocolate eyes that are warm and filled with adoration.

to jisung's surprise, minho blushes deep red across his cheeks, slowly slipping down his neck. his mouth opens and closes at least three times before stammering out a thank you. minho's eyes no longer meet jinsung eyes, jisung's blood is suddenly filled with need.

he takes his hand and snakes it up below minho's chin, lightly forcing his head up. cocking his head once they finally make eye contact, he smiles fondly at minho.

"can i tell you a story minho hyung?" jisung weakly smiles as he tries to summon the memories of the night.

"anything jisung. you can tell me anything." minho gets up and sits on the neighboring bean bag, the same one that started this whole mess in the first place.

"the day that we met, i was drugged. i don't know why, but i know how." jisung takes a shaky breath, and minho's hand falls down on his thigh. scrambling to grab his hand, minho finally finds it and gives it comforting squeezes, silently urging him on.

jisung laughs, almost choking on the tears streaming down his face, "it's so stupid i literally got drugged at a fucking party! that's so cliche." he wipes his tears off his face, practically slapping them away.

"someone spiked my drink at the party where we met. it was in my hand the entire time, but it was too crowded and i know i should have left. i just felt invincible you know. like i could eat the world raw, and make it bleed." a tone of need enters jisung's voice at the last sentence, remembering how high he felt.