chasing lights

10 | side by side

The actual confusion is what hits way after dinner when Chan and Minho are back in their rooms and Jisung is left alone on the couch with his own thoughts and the memory of a moment he is still not sure was actually even real. But it must have been. Certainly. Because Jisung can still feel it in every inch of his body.

He is staring at the ceiling, two fingers on his lips, lids low and thoughts swirling around the entire room.

How did it even happen in the first place? Because all he remembers is how he hugged Minho, then leaned back to properly thank him and then the most beautiful man was just right there, so close. He was looking at Jisung too like he mattered. Like Jisung was a sight truly worth looking at. Like he is special, maybe, if Jisung could even go as far as saying that. But maybe Jisung is just losing it or something.

He is also still convinced Chan probably has a very deeply personal problem with him despite the temporary truce or is now automatically cockblocking everyone else because he is also not getting any. Though Jisung still curses him in his mind every three seconds because of the whole thing with Minho and Chan's entire grumpy old man self who is spreading his unfucked grumpiness around for no proper reason.

He falls asleep despite a whirlwind of many confusing thoughts, only to wake up again sometime in the middle of the night with a blanket draped over his still very sleepy, barely rested at all self. He blinks a few times as if the blanket would magically disappear by him doing so. As if he is in fact just imagining it being there to begin with. But even after several attempts at blinking and rubbing the image away, he can still see it, can still feel its warmth. So with flushed cheeks and a fairly made up mind, Jisung gets up from the couch, hugging the blanket tightly with both arms, bunched up in his embrace, then walks towards the one room he knows he has never officially assigned to anyone. Because there was no need to, really.

He does not knock, just presses his ear against the door to listen, find out if maybe Minho is busy. But when a few seconds of silence just pass, he opens the door about halfway, just enough to stand in the crack and look at the bed.

"Minho?", he whispers, hears a quiet hum from the figure on the bed, just before it moves and Minho turns around to take a look at him, so incredibly pretty like this too. Just like he always is anyway.

"Jisung?", he whispers back, blinks at him slowly. Jisung's grip on the blanket tightens a bit and he only glances at it for a moment because of how embarrassing this whole thing really is.

"I can't sleep.", he announces, hears another hum after enough seconds of silence to know Minho must have thought about something else to reply with, like that he literally just saw him sleeping on the couch or something like that. But Minho does not say anything at all. Jisung looks up again when he hears the shuffling of Minho's sheets instead and sees that Minho has moved to one side of the bed, is looking at Jisung while facing the now empty side and opening his arms invitingly.

So, so inviting. Because Jisung thinks there is nothing he would rather do right now than to fall into those arms again, let himself be held close when falling asleep. Not that he would openly admit it, but sleeping alone did not feel quite as right as sleeping with Minho. Because of Minho, he figures. Because Minho sleeping alone is something he feels should not happen. He deserves to be held close, be warm. Though the thought that someone other than Jisung himself might do all the warming is making him feel highly uncomfortable.

"Come here then. I can't sleep that well either.", Minho says with a soft smile and Jisung's heart skips a beat at the sight. He nods, moves fast in quietly closing the door, then walking towards the bed in quick taps that Minho finds incredibly adorable. He laughs a bit when Jisung opens the blanket in his hands, then pounces onto the bed and immediately shuffles closer to Minho and cuddles up right by his side. Minho is holding him again and all Jisung can do is to completely relax in his embrace and sigh against the skin of Minho's collarbones. The collarbones Jisung feels blessed to see like this for free, but knows are only a teaser for a future day, a moment. The one day and moment when Jisung is finally going to see all of him. He knows what his torso looks like. But he is dying to see his thighs, his ass, his dick. Everything. Jisung wants it all. "Did you... do you regret what happened before? The kiss?"