19 | minsung

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jisung had returned to his room the previous night, wanting minho to focus on his schoolwork. when jisung left, minho was left to grapple with the fact that jisung was still 19 and a freshman when he had assumed he'd be older.

now it was morning, and minho was still lying on his bed, his eyes slowly fluttering open, his gaze fixed on the window where the morning sunlight filtered in. he let his gaze linger there for a few more moments before slowly rising from his bed, his hair sticking out in every direction, and his shirt revealing his abdomen.

he stood up, folded his blankets, and stretched his limbs before making his way outside, expecting to find jisung.

however, when he stepped out, there was no sign of jisung. minho shrugged it off, thinking that jisung might still be sleeping after staying up late with him the previous night.

"kimchi fried rice?" minho mumbled to himself, his droopy eyes scanning the available ingredients for breakfast and his lunch later.

he decided on kimchi fried rice, grabbing some rice and rinsing it before placing it in his small rice cooker. then he retrieved a jar of kimchi from the fridge and gathered the other necessary ingredients. as he waited for the rice to finish cooking, minho leaned his arms on the counter, bowing his head slightly as he still felt the remnants of sleep following him.

he only snapped out of his drowsy state when he felt the familiar, sneaky arms beginning to snake around his waist, gently drawing him closer to the other person's body.

"good morning, pretty," jisung whispered in a sweet tone from behind, delicately taking minho's hand and placing a tender kiss on it.

this affectionate gesture immediately roused minho, causing his heart to palpitate even though he hadn't had his morning coffee yet.

"uh, good morning," minho stammered, his entire body warming up due to jisung's bold actions, thinking to himself, 'so fucking early in the morning!' he inwardly cursed.

jisung simply hummed in response, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, fully aware of the effect he was having on minho.

minho then felt the cool air touch his bare abdomen and realized that jisung was gradually lifting his shirt. blushing deeply, he seized jisung's hand to halt his actions, "j-jisung!" he stuttered, his heart racing.

"what?" jisung innocently asked, batting his eyelashes at minho.

minho turned to the side, intending to scold the younger, and at that moment, his breath caught in his throat. their faces were now inches apart, and he could feel jisung's intense gaze locking onto his own.

"what is it, pretty?" jisung repeated, his voice low and husky, fully aware of the effect he had on the older and relishing every moment of it.

minho was momentarily stunned until he felt jisung's calloused hands gently rubbing his hip bone in a soothing motion, causing his mind to go haywire. he let out incomprehensible words, unable to articulate what he wanted to say.

seemingly satisfied with his teasing, jisung decided he'd pushed minho enough and didn't want to risk overwhelming him further.

minho felt jisung's calloused hands leave his hip bone, and the younger stepped back, creating some space between them. furiously blushing, minho averted his gaze, shifting his focus back to the rice cooker on the kitchen counter, all the while his heart continued to pound heavily in his chest.

"i'm going to go now, hyung," jisung announced, his gaze seemingly burning holes into minho's back.

"a-alright, see you later," minho replied, his gaze still shaky, and his knees feeling weak from the earlier interaction.