Jisung was right about the room Changbin always had for him in his inn. But due to the other guys all being here as well and drunk as hell, they also end up staying at the establishment, which leaves Jisung and his new companion sharing said room for the night.
Not that either of them minds. Jisung has never complained about being alone in a room with an extremely hot guy and Minho should probably not be left to his own devices anyway. Plus there is also that slight worry he can tell Minho has, which is that the younger is going to leave him behind as soon as he gets the chance to. And to be honest, Jisung has already considered to slip away when Minho is sleeping tonight. But watching Minho taking off the top layers of his clothes while Jisung has already done so the instant they entered the room and is currently sprawled out on the bed, right on top of the still made sheets, has him shoving that thought aside for at least another moment.
He might not see Minho naked anytime soon, but he really wants to. So how wise really is it to leave Minho now when he has not even gotten to feeling that dick of his all the way inside of his ass yet? Exactly. It would be such a waste. Especially because Jisung is one hundred percent convinced the guy, albeit lacking any actual experience outside of Yeosang's books and his own hands, simply has to have a nice dick too. He refuses to accept that someone this stunning and freshly out of a tower he has spent pretty much all of his life in, would not have a nice dick.
So what if he decides to stay around? Who can blame him?
It does not help that Minho is strangely likable as well though. It would simply be cruel to abandon him when he has just one dream and Jisung could very much help him make it come true as well.
"Was it lonely?"
The question slips before he realizes, a mere whisper while his eyes are still very much locked on every single movement of the overly stunning man in his room, who stills immediately the moment he registers Jisung's question properly. Minho blinks slowly, once, then twice and carefully sets aside the fabric in his hand, laying his discarded shirt over the rest of their things. Because of course he gathered Jisung's stuff as well and hung it over that chair.
His head turns towards Jisung, their gazes locking in neither too much nor too little tension. It feels almost completely comfortable, yet with something in the air that neither of them can properly explain. It is just there and the warm lights of the two oil lamps in the room are almost making Minho look even more ethereal than any other light has done so far. Jisung catches himself thinking something as cheesy as Minho reminding him of the moon so much that warm lights simply compliment him in the very best contrasting way. Little does he know that warm lights apparently make Jisung look so much prettier in Minho's eyes as well.
"The tower?", he asks, even though there is only one possible answer to begin with. But Jisung does not seem to mind him asking and hums in return, as if actually speaking up would ruin something. "Yes. Very much so."
The question has been bugging him this entire time, was on Jisung's mind ever since he found out about where and how Minho grew up. He still has so many things he wants to ask about and knows he could have probably said anything else and it would have made more sense to ask as well, but for some reason, this was the first thing that came out in the end. Because it sounds so lonely.
Jisung might have always had people around, but an orphanage and then fleeting sexual experiences, some friends he can never be around for too long anyway because it would get too dangerous for him to just stay in one spot for an unnecessarily long amount of time, are not it at all. He knows better than most, just how horrible it feels to be lonely. So he feels like he understands how much it must have sucked for Minho. Especially after seeing him with the boys today, all excited and with an overall lifted mood once he managed to let loose a little and talk to them.
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chasing lights
FanfictionTwenty five years spent in a tower, locked in with no way out, the beautiful man inside of it only has one dream: to see the lights up close that are in the sky once, annually - every single year on his birthday. But the world outside his tower has...