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minsung - massage

(lee know x jisung)

han:

It was a long day. The number of books we had to bring for today was insane, and having to wait outside class for a whole hour with them on our backs because some idiot thought it was the perfect day and time to change the air conditioners did not help the extreme suffering I was going through. I may be being dramatic, but really, my back hurt a lot.

I swipe the key card in front of the lock, unlocking the door to my dorm room. I couldn't see anyone, but I was hearing some noise from somewhere. I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare me a bit. I was already having a bad day, and an unwanted jump scare was the last thing I wanted. I shield myself with my thick ass English textbook. This was the most use I've ever had for it.

Suddenly, a figure pops out of the kitchen, scaring the bejesus out of me. In that surprise, I hit my back on the fire extinguisher propped up against the wall, hitting the exact spot my back hurt at.

"OW!" I exclaim.

"Oh it's you- Are you okay?" I hear. Only then I look up too see a familiar face. Thanks god it was just Minho. I should stop being such a wuss.

"Since when do you care so much?" I retort. I was kind of annoyed since it was technically his fault that I hit the extinguisher.

"Jeez, so much for being concerned about a friend. Let me look at that." For some reason, my stomach twisted weirdly when he said the word 'friend'.

I take my bag off and let him see whatever there was to see. He suddenly yanks my left shoulder, making me yelp out in pain.

"Are you trying to kill me? What the hell was that?!" I look at him like he was crazy.

"Your back muscles are stiff. You need a massage to loosen them up."

"Oh, and where will I find a lovely masseuse to do it for me?" I respond sarcastically. Of course I needed a massage. I was dying for it.

"Why get a masseuse when you have me?" Minho smirks and pushes me on the bed. Not in that way. I wish it was though, but a little gay boy can dream on.

"Take your hoodie off."

"Woah, WHAT?" Was this dream coming true?

No, Jisung, stop getting ahead of yourself. He's never going to like you back.

"You want me to give you a massage with a thick suffocating hoodie on? Are you stupid?" My cheeks turn a violent shade of red. Why was I always embarrassing myself in front of him?

"Right," I say, as I reluctantly pull off my sweatshirt. Suddenly feeling very self conscious, I turn away and lie down, back facing Minho like it was supposed to.

Lee Know:

Holy fuck.

I curse under my breath when Jisung takes off his hoodie. Why did he have to be so goddamn perfect? He had a snatched waist, which I somehow had never noticed before, and rock hard abs. Since when did he start going to the gym? It was not good for my mental health. My horny thoughts are disrupted by the very person who's responsible for it.

"Am I supposed to lie in here half naked for the rest of the day or are you going to start?" Get a fucking grip over yourself, Minho!

I clap and rub my hands together, creating some heat. I feel his muscles on the back and arms, and I stop functioning. His back muscles were well defined and I literally could not stop myself from squeezing his arms over and over again. He could choke me and- I'll stop right there.

I inhale deeply and finally start massaging his back. I was going to make sure he had the best massage he's ever had in his life. This was the one moment in my life where I was thanking my mother for being a masseuse.

Jisung gradually relaxes as I keep massaging his back, occasionally moaning in relief. Of course, that was not the way I was thinking of it as. It didn't help that I was wearing tight fitted leather pants since I came back home straight after dance rehearsals. I really don't think Jisung realizes the impact he has on me, in general and right now where he was moaning continuously.

I think I hit the exact spot where the pain was at, since he lifted his head and moaned extra loud. Judging by his reaction, he'd only realized now what kind of obscene noises he was making. I was too busy having an internal battle to keep myself in control to notice anything of what he was saying.

jisung:

That's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. Why oh why did this have to happen with Minho and not someone else? He's gonna see me as some weirdo now for sure. I fucked up my non existent chances with him.

But according to me being actively flipped back on to my back, apparently not. I stare at Minho, who's gaze pierced into mine with an intensity that could melt.

I cover my chest, suddenly being very aware that I am completely shirtless in front of the guy I like.

"Don't. You're perfect," he says, and I swear I could feel the butterflies in my stomach so violently it hurt.

"What are you..." I start, but I run at a loss of words as he lowers himself, hovering over me. He licks his lip, before completely capturing mine in his. My heart rate increases and the butterflies break free from my stomach as I respond, finally registering that this man was actually kissing me.

"Are you for real?" I pause to ask him.

"With the way I just kissed you, you think I'm not?" Minho replies with a raised eyebrow, reconnecting our lips together. He tasted of something sweet, something so addictive I could have all day. We move in sync, our kiss turning more passionate as he bites my lip, leaving my mouth open just enough to slide his tongue in. Minho stays hovering over me as I begin to unbutton his shirt, each button undoing my sanity.

Today was going to be a long day.