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Strory 7. (pt.1)

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Jisung is a med student, Minho is his close friend, aka his biology tutor. One time their lecture got a little too heated.
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It was a snowy evening. Jisung was walking happily to his friend's house for their usual study. The snowflakes were falling down softly, dancing around with the wind. Han stopped for a second, looking up in the sky. The cold drops landed on his face, melting quickly. He started walking again, the snow crunching under his feet. He smiled at the feeling, winter was his favourite season. But he had no time to enjoy right now, he had to rush to his destination. He couldn't make Minho wait.

As much as he didn't like studying, he loved spending time with the older. Not just the time together, but Minho himself was Han's main interest. The boy had developed feelings for the other not so long ago. He would've confessed, but there was "no time for that", as he liked to say. Their relationship was definitely more than just friends, though they would never say anything to each other. Or maybe would? The day would come eventually.

Jisung was there. When he finally saw the house, he ran clumsily, almost slipping and falling, his long coat not letting him move properly. He knocked on the door. Minho opened quickly, letting the boy inside. The one had a massive scarf around his neck and a fluffy hat, his cheeks and nose red from the cold, his eyes almost not visible because he was smiling. The older smiled warmly at the smaller. He looked cute.

A muffled "hyung" was heard, when Han started undressing. His hair electrified, becoming a large fuzzy ball, that made him look like a dandelion. He laughed, talking about the snow outside and how he almost fell. Minho just listened, grinning, he felt happiness flow through his veins, as he looked at the younger.

-Let's go get you warmed up, Hanji.
-Let's go!

They walked over to the kitchen, Jisung followed excitedly, jumping up to sit on the counter.

-Will you make us hot chocolate?
-Yes, with marshmallows.
-Yay! Please put a lot in mine!
-Okay.

Han looked at his friend carefully, observing him. He was wearing shorts with a black T-shirt, it hugged his back perfectly.
"His shoulders are so broad..."

-All done, - the man turned around, handing the younger a mug.

He pinched his nose, checking if it's still cold. The boy laughed at that, making the older laugh too, as he let go.

They walked to the living room, where everything was prepared already for their so called lesson. Minho sat down, but Jisung ran to the corridor to get his bag. The two settled down, starting the study session.

The older was drawing a scheme on his tablet, explaining the topic. Han listened closely, trying hard to keep up with the tempo.

-Okay, stop writing it down, look at the picture please.

The boy nodded, shifting his attention to the screen. He looked at the sketch, wide-eyed. It was a half naked body. Man's body. The younger felt his cheeks heating up.

-So, look, here we have the striated muscles. The primary function of striated muscles is to generate force and contract in order to support respiration, locomotion and posture.
-Repeat that once again please...

He repeated it, trying to explain it with basic words. Jisung didn't really get it anyway, but wrote it down.
The older opened a different picture, which had a chart of all the muscles in our body. Han sighed, looking at the complicated names. He listened closely to what the other was saying, while highlighting details on the tablet.

-I don't get it, hyung..., - the boy felt a bit bad for not understanding.
-Not at all?
-No.., - he shook his head.
-Alright, let's do this another way..

The man stood up and walked to a different room, Han hurried after him. They were now in the bedroom, where the red LED was the only source of light. Minho stopped in front of the mirror wall.

-Take of your shirt, - he commands without hesitation.
-H-huh...?
-I said take off your shirt.
-But...
-Why are you so shy about it, Jisung-ah?
-I just.. I don't know..
-I can take of mine too if that will make you feel less anxious.

The younger didn't answer anything. It was completely silent, except for the sound of their breathing. Jisung stared at the taller, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
-Okay, but you go first, - he looked away.

Minho didn't feel embarrassed what so ever, he quickly pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned torso. Han looked at the older, feeling his cheeks burning hot. He hesitated, but took his shirt off. His breathing quickened, his heart beating incredibly fast against his ribs. He gulped, feeling the atmosphere thicken.

-Great. Now look at yourself in the mirror, - the man said, turning him around.

Jisung felt his body heating up. He concentrated on the reflection. It looked unbelievably hot. Them standing together in the dark, his silhouette looking much smaller compared to the other.

Minho carefully placed his hands on Han's arm, the latter getting goosebumps from the warm fingers on his skin.

-Here are the trapezius muscles, - he outlined them.
-The deltoid muscles are here.
-These are the biceps and the triceps.

His voice was as soft as his touch. Jisung loved the gentle caressing, looking closely at the reflection, trying his best to concentrate.

-Your brachioradialis, - he slid his fingers down the boy's arm.

Han let out a ragged breath, when Minho rested his strong hands on his sides.

-The external oblique muscles.
-The internal oblique muscles, - his hands slipped lower.

He then suddenly walked around Jisung, now standing in front of him. His hands landed on the younger's chest.
-These are the major pectoral muscles, - he traced them with his fingertips.

Their eyes met, while Minho slid his hands to Han's stomach, making the latter tense his muscles.

-These are the abdominal muscles, you probably know them as abs, - the man said, not pulling his eyes away from Jisung, but caressing his body lightly.

The boy closed his eyes and breathed out. The corners of Minho's lips raised slightly. He felt how hard the other was breathing, how hot his skin was, he knew that he was melting slowly.

-Now go lay down on the bed. We need to feel the back muscles.
-Mhm..

Jisung walked to the bed, accepted the pillow that the older offered and laid down, making himself comfortable. The other placed himself on top, the boy between his legs.

-This is the continuation of your trapezius muscles, - he massaged them gently.
-These are the rhomboid muscles.
-These are called latissimus dorsi. 

Minho massaged the younger's back, carefully, but with force. The latter gripped onto the sheets with one hand, the other holding the pillow tightly. Once the man's hands traveled to his lower back and squeezed it, Han felt like breaking down. He let out a breathy moan, that got lost inside the pillow. Though Minho still managed to hear that. He smirked, pressing his hands down on the waist again. That made Jisung moan again, but louder this time.

-Sounds like someone is quite sensitive to my touch, - the older teased.

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A/n: I planned to make this story fit in one chapter, but I couldn't🥲
I'm hoping to make the second part today too!💟