Trope (Minsung)

Ceilings

TW : slight implication of coercion

The skin of an average human's lips sheds quicker than the time it takes to say the word lips. The lips do not have natural oil glands, and are prone to get dry quicker than any other part of the part of the body.

That's all a bunch of boring information Jisung learned in the poor network internet cafe one day.

All this is a bunch of information that doesn't matter at all. Nothing else matters when Minho lips meet Jisung's quivering ones.

They feel so soft. This is what Jisung would imagine clouds feels like. Utterly smooth, fluffy and soft.

Jisung has never been kissed before. Minho is his first. Minho, very much manly and not womanly.

Eyes closed, Minho's lips guide the tempo, they touch and exchange with Jisung's slowly. It feels like forever doing this. The way in which Minho nibbles at Jisung's bottom lip, the way he snipes that area and starts to lead a wet kiss.

Heat rises and spreads all over Jisung. He's getting hot in places he shouldn't be getting hot in.

A kiss that is like beer to a drunk. Like water to a thirsty man. Like the relief of finding something one thought they had lost.

They only pull back from sucking each other's faces when air becomes a necessity and not a second option.

Jisung is heavy breathing. Panting, and frowning at the loss of Minho's lips. The loss of his minty cigar breath. The loss of the hotness of his mouth.

"This was your first kiss" Minho whispers, in a tone that is regretful.

Regret is so apparent in Minho's eyes. Pity pools in those gorgeous eyes.

That shatters Jisung heart for an unsaid reason. He doesn't like Minho, much less men. He's never thought about anything like this for anyone, yet he wants Minho to want him.

"We shouldn't be doing this-

"You always call me pretty, so why won't you kiss me ? Were you lying to me ?" Jisung doesn't know why he's sobbing these words out.

How dare he cry over a man he's doesn't even know? Right now, it all feels like so much is shattering inside of Jisung. He wants to go back home, he wants hug Taerae, he wants to feel worthy beyond just being a waiter boy.

Perhaps Minho can give him that. Something beyond his old life.

"No baby. You're not yourself right now. It's the trauma talking...Do even like men like that ?" Minho tries to reason with a careful soft voice.

It's not to any avail. Jisung pushes him away with so much force that Minho stumbles over his feet a bit. Jisung is red in the face and teary at the eyes, still blinded by a surge of anger.

"It doesn't matter. Just do something Minho. If you can't let me go, then do something! Stop babying me and playing mind games! I know what Stockholm Syndrome is okay? I know what- "

Jisung's explosive rant was bound to come sooner or later. But Minho wasn't expecting it so soon. Jisung was practically shouting over hiccups and sobs.

Minho cuts the younger's rant short by engulfing him in his arms. Hugging him so tightly, only sobs remain the younger.

"It will all be over soon Jisung, and you won't have to see my face. You won't have to be here. Let me take care of you for now"

"Let's go home."

"Home" Jisung hiccups when he feels a little bit more calm.

Jisung remembers that they are still in the ballroom, just in a room that is designated.

They had fled to the designated room wherein that creep had pushed Jisung into, proceeding to try and coerce a spooked Jisung into doing inappropriate things.

Minho shot the old man. Anger and ruthlessness racing in his veins. He had shot the mid-life-crisis-looking-man twice on the shoulder blade upon arriving to the area. He was unforgiving with his perfectly aimed bullets.

Bang! Bang!

Minho shot the old man with a precision that tells Jisung that Minho could have killed anyone in the diner if he wanted to.

He shot to punish. Not to kill. The man will live...is what Jisung tries to convince himself.

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No music during the ride home.

Minho buys stir fry and hot pockets in a drive through restaurant.

A meal which they eat in silence.

It's becoming darker. Crickets whisper songs of the night. Minho stares at the ceiling while laid on the soft mattress, and a tired Jisung mirrors his actions.

"What are you involved in Minho? It won't end well" Jisung sounds more sad and exhausted rather than being fearful.

This trope isn't just about a normal gangster who does organised crime. It's more than that. And that scares Jisung. He's scared for and not of Minho.

"It has to been done. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

By morning, Jisung knows that he'll be cuddled up against Minho. It's their thing, their thing that they don't talk about.

A/N
Wrote this listening to ceilings by Lizzy McApline.

Short chapter. Sad chapter. It gets better from here....😈🤭

Is the plot making sense ? Like does Minho's storyline make sense.... Let me know.

I wanna get visuals for the book... help

Ok bye!