Trope (Minsung)

unspoken truth

So.goddamn.hot.

Is exactly what Jisung feels right about now.
Everything sounds like what he'd imagine a dying blender sounds like. Fuzzy and chaotic.

His vision is blurring, and all he sees are flashing images. The last thing he expected to be faced with was an angry Minho.

Sharp eyes stare daggers on him, warning Jisung. Jisung attempts to open his mouth to tell the other off. Key word: attempts.

Instead mumbles leave his mouth. And Minho realises that Jisung is drunk.

Jisung.is.drunk ? He's been gone for less than twenty-three hours and this is what he comes back to?

"Lix- li- Lix said......thattt-

"Said you cannnn look- but can't touch" Jisung slurred with giggles, trying to push off Minho to return his new friend.

"You're drunk. It's time to go home" Minho sighed, trying to pull the drunk boy who had become nothing more than a heap of hiccups and slurred speech.

"No! You're not Minho, Min is handsome but...but... just so mean!"

It's an unspoken miracle that Minho catches all the rubbish Jisung is spewing over the loud music. He can't help but chuckle at drunk Jisung.

Drunk Jisung is just too cute. He's for sure a lightweight.

"Oh ?"

"Shhhh! Don't tell him.. must-

Minho cuts him off. Minho has had enough. Minho finally chucks out the nice guy approach, frustrated at how random chancers are still gawking at Jisung.

It's telling how Jisung had changed into new clothes. Club clothes. Strip club clothes. Felix clothes. The  low rise jeans that were practically shredded and laced up in a criss-cross pattern revealing the sides of his legs and flat tummy. Also not forgetting the soft pink loose fitting crop top that had liitte bows on it everywhere.

He looked so fucking pretty. So fucking soft. So breedab-

And if Minho could see that, then other men could see it too.

"Hey! Put me.... down! You...you... you- ugh"
Whines slip out of a loud Jisung because he had been unexpectedly picked and tossed onto Minho's shoulder.

Jisung is annoyed at the man's strength. He's such a show-off. They are almost the same height, and Jisung could take him in a fight if he tried....but instead he's being carried out of the nightclub like a child!

"You'd better keep quiet if you know what's good for you"

"Blah blah blah blah-bli-blah hgddrfhh" were the mocking sounds that left the younger's lips.

"I'm never leaving you with I.N and Felix again" Minho sighed, grunting from the weight of another person being on him.

The journey home is one for the books. Jisung sung country songs, and kicked and squirmed in Minho's arms any chance he got.

Only when he finally felt himself being laid to rest on the bed, is when he felt some of the liquor in him simmer down.

Minho makes a mental note to never let Jisung get drunk. He watches as the younger stretches and rolls over on the bed with a silly giggle. The soft white of his stomach completely peaks out, leading to the waist hemline of his jeans that has lace exposed adorning it to look even more-

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Every curse word in the book of curses to be ever uttered. Jisung is like water to a thirsty man in a desert. desperately wanted, but out of reach.

"It burns Min-please don't leave me" The inebriated one whined, rubbing his dainty hand over his chest at the sting of all the brandy he consumed.

Wasn't he just giggling ten seconds ago?

Minho rushed to bathroom to fetch a wet towel, and water in a small basin. With urgency, he reached Jisung on the bed and placed the other contents on the side drawer.

"I'm going to take off your shirt, okay?" Minho started, pulling Jisung to sit up straight at the edge of the bed.

In a lazy kneeling position, Jisung wearily looked up to meet his captor's eyes. They're so serious and cold. Like he's angry at something, but is clearly holding himself back.

"Arms up Ji" is said in a soft voice, but chills trickle down Jisung's back all the way down to his stomach.

Incoherence doesn't allow him to contemplate whether the war in his stomach is the alcohol speaking or something else....

His arms do go up. Weakly. And Minho's slender fingers hook into the tops hems as he begins to remove the top. Minho's fingers feels like ice cold water.

Leaving goosebumps behind at every feel.

"Lay on your back, flat." He instructs, focused on Jisung's pants. Jisung's pants because if he continues to stare at the soft milky chest of the younger, he'll actually get himself into trouble.

The pants come of next. And over such a simple sequence, Jisung has never felt such a large cluster of blood rush down his crotch area. Not for Charlize Theron. Not for that movie scene, not for Felix-

The ghost of Minho's fingers lingers around Jisung's bare waist. And Jisung can't help the panting and disjointed breathing that he lets out.

It's only a normal reaction right ? He'd react like this to anyone.

Soon he feels a sheet cover his legs, and a cold towel breaches his skin. Gently gliding over his arms and neck, to reduce the heat and stress on his body.

"Cold ahh- cold Min... stop"

"Should have thought about that before you got wasted, dancing like that for those low-lifes-

"Why do you care?!"

And now his angry drunk phase has begun. Jisung had jolted up with that loud interjection, tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes.

"I care because you're mine"

"I- am-am not....not yours! You don't know me! You don't even trust me!"

"I'm sorry Ji'baby."

"No-

"I'm sorry baby, I should have never reacted like that. I promised not to touch you, any touch that brings you pain counts too. And I broke that promise, but I'm sorry Jisung"

Several seconds pass by. Only breathing and the faint music can be heard.

Jisung is clutching onto Minho like his life depends on it. And Minho hovering over Jisung avoidantly. He doesn't want to squash Jisung who is currently under his hovering body. But the younger is pulling Minho closer, tugging and clawing at his back.

They're faces are so close that their exchanging hot breathes. Their bodies pressed so close that the familiar parts of Minho are touching Jisung's skin. Hard.

"Want your touch...." Jisung whined. He'd regret it in the next morning.
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Drunk thoughts, reveal sober truths

A/N
Long time no see ?

My love for Lee Know grows everyday, like... I can't even explain it.

Zeroses?

Anywho,
Cleared ( forgot the artist) and Exchange by Bryson Tiller.

You made it all the way here ??? Nah, ily for real