mistakes like this | minsung ✗

chapter eleven.

↳ minho's pov ⋆｡˚

jisung has loads of shampoos and body washes and body scrubs and bath bombs in all different types of scents. watermelon, cotton candy, mint, mixed berries, tropical fruit, cherry pie, spicy whiskey, and vanilla bean. i can't name most of them because i've never seen or heard of them before.

still, they all smell great.

compelling but great.

none of them are neither too strong. at least, i don't think so. i figured they all smell pretty nice. i can't help but find myself wanting to smell them all on jisung's soft skin. which does he like most? 

which will i...

i stop the thought before it can clearly form into my mind. i turn off the running water, grabbing the towel from where it was hanged near the shower. 

i can't believe i'm gonna do this...

i can't believe i'm gonna have sex with jisung. i'm gonna have actual gay sex with a gay man, something that never absolutely horrendously never came across my mind. not even my body. i don't understand, i don't know why i suddenly want to have sex with a gay person. i want to have sex with han jisung. 

maybe i'm just too fucking horny. maybe i should get the hell out of here and jerk myself in my bed, or better yet, call one of jeongin's girlfriends. hook up with one of them and forget about all of this. forget about han jisung. just like how it was. 

yes, maybe that's much more idealistic. 

i mean, how could lee minho want to have gay sex? 

i can't do that to myself. 

i don't bother putting back my clothes as i open the door and make my way out. my steps are halted and my breath is out of my lungs when han jisung lays in bed sprawled out with his legs wide open and his skirt exposing his entire ass. 

i feel my whole body filled with heat, all rushing down to my free exposed dick under the towel. i don't know where my voice has gone, i don't know where my thoughts have gone either, and i don't think i'm going through with my decision that i had made moments ago. 

jisung notices my presence, and he sits up from the bed in surprise. he looks flustered, but the moment he's on his feet, his shyness is all gone, because he's walking closer, each step filled with steadiness and patience that is running thin on my end. 

his body is soon close enough to mine, and my hands unconsciously reach out for his slim figure. i hold his hips with my two firm hands as he grabs hold of my neck, pulling me closer to his face. "you want this?" he whispers, i can hear the uncertainty in his voice. like he doesn't want to hear me taking a step back now, but also slightly looking for something else that wasn't allowance. 

i don't dwell on his tone, instead i shut off my thoughts, and like i'm drunk, i let the air and atmosphere collapse me into subconsciousness that i know all about. 

"yes," i blurt out. 

i fall into his gaze, and into his lips. 

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jisung's knees are spread apart before me, allowing me to take view of everything hidden behind him. i wonder if he knows how he looks like right now. i wonder if he knows how fucking hard he's making me get by each little thing he does. his hole is so pretty. i don't understand how it is. but it's soft pink, delicate just by the looks of it, and kissable.