Not Just Fan Service

Stage 15: hesitate

★·.·'𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎'·.·★

"Hey," Minho greeted with a warm smile as he entered the younger's room.

"Hi," Jisung replied, cringing behind Minho as he shut the door since he hadn't planned to have the one word come out in a whisper.

"So I brought some snacks, Felix made cookies yesterday," Minho stated.

"Oh, yeah, he told me about that actually," Jisung nodded before chuckling, "after three years, Chan finally gets his cookies."

"Yeah," the older man laughed, "now come on, shall we watch TV?"

"Right, yeah," Jisung said as Minho climbed onto his bed. The younger one grabbed his TV remote and turned it on while standing, taking his time to scroll through shows before Minho said, "you can pick whatever you want to, I don't mind what we watch. And have a seat, there's room for you here."

Jisung looked at the space beside Minho on his bed and swallowed nervously, hoping the older man didn't notice his hesitancy as he repeated, "right, yeah."

The older smiled softly as Jisung picked criminal minds, and sat down, not noticing the way Jisung was taking his sweet time on purpose as he crawled under the covers. Jisung glanced over at the older man a few times, knowing that he'd at least noticed that much. He couldn't find it in him to care a whole lot, though. He moved a little closer to the head of his bed so he could rest his back against the wall, looking over at Minho once again. Though this time, Jisung wasn't sure that the older could notice his stare from the younger's angle.

As Jisung stared at the older, he wondered, do I even actually want to kiss him? And at the thought, his eyes drifted down to the older's lips, and his mind immediately started imagining what they would feel like against his own, okay well fuck I think that answered that then. I really do. Fuck.

Minho took a deep breath and hummed before shifting and laying down, pulling Jisung towards himself and into his own chest. Jisung stiffened for a second at the touch as he asked, "what... what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Minho chuckled, "we always do this. When we hang out."

"Right," Jisung nodded, allowing himself to relax into the older's hold.

"Is this, okay?" Minho questioned, only realizing that Jisung had been tense after he'd already relaxed a bit.

"Yeah, I just... I don't know, really. I was surprised, I don't' know," Jisung responded, shrugging as best as he could.

Jisung couldn't really focus on the show anymore. He was too focused on what he'd just thought of. Too focused on what he just pictured. Too focused on the possibility of it happening. On the way the older man's heart was beating. On the way Minho was holding him. On the way Minho drew patterns on his waist. There was clearly too much to focus on instead of the show playing before them. Things that he'd rather focus on.

"Ugh, I hate this episode," Minho hummed out.

"Me too," Jisung pouted after registering which episode it was, "like his first love interest, man. His' first real love interest."

"Yeah," the older replied with a small nod, squeezing the younger a little tighter.

They'd decided to have a marathon of the show after the first episode had played, continuing from where they'd left off from a few weeks prior. They'd come to the episode titled Zugzwang, where Reid's love interest, Maeve, is taken by her stalker. A fairly well hated episode out of the whole series.