Forget Me Not || Minsung

21

The next day arrived, the band members separated and spent their time with their boyfriends. Then the day was going to an end, the clouds got angrily dark and let out their heavy weight with rain that got more ruthless with each passing moment. The wind got stronger, moving the trees more than usual.

Jisung sat on the windowsill, watching the wind blow leaves around the empty street and the rain drowning them in a scary miniature river. He was deep in thought, wondering what was that uneasy feeling he felt in the tour bus. Minho and him...it felt like it was too good to be true. But that would be wrong to say after what they've gone through.

Minho almost got hit by a car. Maybe that was what I felt uneasy about. It should be all good now.

He tried reassuring himself but it didn't really work so he chose the next best thing: distractions.

Jisung jumped off the windowsill with a hop and a second after his phone buzzed aggressively with a big red alert sign and a popped up text on the screen.

He didn't have time to read it as he heard Minho walk inside their room. He dropped a wet umbrella on the floor and Jisung watched how he waved his phone in the air with the same warning on the screen.

"There's a storm coming. It's advising people to stay inside and close all windows," Minho said. Jisung ohh'ed and walked to their bathroom window right away and closed it, Minho followed after him.

"Were you outside?" the younger asked and heard Minho hum.

"Yeah, I thought I would go buy food and snacks for the evening. We could watch a movie together."

Jisung was up to it and already thinking of a movie they could watch. He remembered the window in their bedroom was open so he leaned over the unnecessarily large windowsill to close it but a sudden strong gust of wind made it hard to push it closed. He rose on his tippy toes and leaned over further, using his muscle strength to fight the wind. A few raindrops hit his face from the outside.

He was almost ready to give up until he felt Minho press himself behind him, one hand placed on the windowsill near his side. Jisung's breath hitched at the sudden closeness.

Minho stretched his other arm to place his hand on the window handle Jisung was holding. The older almost effortlessly pushed the window and twisted the handle to shut it closed.

While he was doing that, Jisung could only focus on Minho's arm muscles deliciously stretching and the feeling of their lower parts touching. The younger swallowed thickly.

"U-um, thanks,", Jisung said, feeling flustered. He could feel Minho's hot breath on his neck and almost shivered.

Holy fuck!?

Unfortunately, Minho backed away and let Jisung turn around. The younger let out a breath but there was no use to that as he held his breath once again at the sight of their faces being very very close.

Jisung's lower back hit the windowsill when Minho stepped closer, leaving little to no space between them. Minho placed his hands on the windowsill on each side of Jisung, making it hard to abort the mission if he chose to.

Abort the mission?!? Hell no! I need to see where this is going!...But I might need that air mask later on once I pass out!

"W-what are you doing, Min?"

Minho's lips tugged into a small smirk and Jisung was already about to fall to his knees for this man. But by the way he was pressing into him he could only stay still.

"Can I kiss you?" Minho gently asked but his voice had a smooth deeper tone. His fingertips brushed over Jisung's lower lip, his eyes looking up and down his face, waiting for an answer.