love is only a feeling | minsung

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Love is only a feeling...
Love is only a feeling...
Love is only a feeling...
Love is only a feeling...
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Jisung spent the night with Minho that night. They'd stayed up into the late hours of the night rewatching the movie Minho had played for him because Jisung absolutely begged him until he put it back on. It was endearing to watch how entranced he was by their love story. It only made Minho want to fulfill that the more and more he watched him watch the movie.

Jisung woke up first that next morning and rolled over, snuggling sleepily into the warmth that was next to him. It was a strange feeling to wake up beside Felix and it made him happy. In his sleepy state, he really did think that he was home.

Jisung lazily peppered kisses along Felix's back but in reality he was kissing along Minhos.

Then slowly he kissed up the back of the man's neck and across the side of it and to his ear. He pressed his body closer, wanting to relish in the warmth of his boyfriend while he had it. Even though he was sure he'd be pushed off in no time, he wanted to take the chance while it was there to give him affection.

"Good morning," he whispered with a sleepy smile.

"Well good morning to you too," Minhos voice startled Jisung and he sat up as he was fully awake again and gasped a bit. He scrambled to the edge of the bed to get out of swinging range and kept his head down.

"Oh-" jisung breathed out as he covered his mouth with his hand, "I'm so sorry— I thought I was home and I-"

"It's okay," Minho sat up with red cheeks as well and smiled a bit as he looked at Jisung, "is that what it's like waking up next to you?"

Jisung dropped his hand and laughed a bit as he still looked down at the bed. Mortified a small bit but also wanting to kiss Minho awake more often than not.

"Most times.." Jisung admitted shyly, "when Felix is still in bed when I wake up I try to.."

"Look up," Minho said softly and scooted across the bed to be closer to Jisung.

The younger slowly looked up and into Minhos eyes that gleamed in the morning light. Nothing felt more safe than that. Nobody had ever made Jisung feel so completely at peace like Minho did.

Even though he'd only known him for a few days, who said anything had to be timed? Nothing had to have time limits. Minho was a safe place. Someone he could tell anything and he knew that no matter what it was Minho would keep him safe and would keep his secrets without a doubt in his mind.

"Stop saying sorry to me," Minho said softly, "nothing you've done warrants an apology, Jisung. We said we were trying together.. did we not?"

"Yeah.. we did but.." Jisung trailed off a bit and swallowed as he looked away again. Minho leaned forwards to catch jisungs eyes again and smiled when he did.

"Then don't be sorry for kissing me," Minho smiled even wider as Jisung blushed.

After a moment Jisung smiled back and shoved Minho playfully.

"I'm not sorry.." jisung said and shook his head a bit.

"Good," Minho said and smiled.

"I'm not sorry," Jisung said again and leaned forwards. He was desperate for something real.. desperate for something to make his heart beat again. Desperate to know that Minho was telling the truth about his liking for him. Desperate to know that he was actually safe. Desperate..

Desperation was only something Jisung felt when he wanted to be heard. Desperation was something he felt when he wanted Felix to understand him.. to make him feel good again and to love him like he used to..

This would be the ultimate test.. since Felix didn't like kissing his lips, he would see if Minho really did.

He got up on his knees and leaned down, kissing Minho again. This time on his lips. Minhos head tilted back as he kissed Jisung back, allowing him to lead the pace of the kiss. It was a deep kiss though still one that left no room to go further even though neither wanted to.

Kissing was enough. Nothing more was needed at all.

Jisung cupped Minhos face in his hands and let out a soft breath against his lips.

Jisung paused for a moment, pulling back a little bit to gaze into Minhos eyes.

"Do you think I'm gross?" Jisung asked softly.

Minho shook his head a little with a small smile.

"Not even close," he whispered and leaned back in, capturing jisungs lips in another kiss.

Minhos hand came up to jisungs waist, pulling him closer as he lay back on the bed.

Jisung hummed as he pulled away, not wanting to stop the kisses he'd wanted for so long but he needed to say something.

"Minho—" Jisung breathed out as he felt Minhos lips trail down his neck now that he pulled away.

The low hum that came from Minhos throat made jisungs cheeks flush and his stomach go wild.

"I don't want to have sex with you," Jisung said and Minho pulled away to look at him.

Jisung feared that he'd said something wrong. That he'd offended Minho and he was ready to throw out whatever he wanted to make Minho happy and keep him here.

"We're not having sex," Minho said simply and blinked a few times.

"Right— I just didn't want.. I wanted to tell you in case things escalated," Jisung said and shrugged.

"Thank you for setting your boundaries," Minho praised gently and ran his thumb along jisungs ribcage, "but I also want you to know that I'd never escalate anything if I didn't know you wanted it,"

Jisung looked down at Minhos chest. He thought of all the times he'd ever had sex. Even times he hadn't wanted it because Felix had just hit him. However, Felix always found a way to coax him into it. He always told him that boyfriends should put out whenever their partner asked for it. He said it was out of love that he pressured him.. but now he wasn't so sure seeing how Minhos hands hadn't even strayed away from his upper waist yet. How his hands hadn't dared touch any part of his body that was even remotely risky.

"Oh.." Jisung said softly and nodded after a few moments, "okay.."

"Okay?"

Jisung bit his tongue to avoid apologizing to Minho. He wanted so badly to say he was sorry for being so annoying about what he wanted. He hated that he had the courage to speak up now. Every time he did he felt so wrong.. So he settled on.

"I'm not sorry," he whispered and pressed his lips together.

Though Minho knew it was now the substitute of his apologies but he still felt better with it nonetheless.

"Good," Minho whispered simply and pressed his lips to jisungs again. The younger let out a soft hum.

There they sat all morning. Kissing away the minutes that passed until their lips were swollen and their bellies were rumbling for breakfast.