Their hug lasted a lot longer than their kiss and once they pulled away, Minho was left with wet patches on his hoodie where Jisung had clung to him. The blond was starting to feel the effects of his rainy run and a terrible shiver traversed his entire being, making him terribly cold despite the warmth Minho was providing him with. Minho noticed and worry coated his features immediately."Do you want some dry clothes?" He offered gently, his eyes still red from crying earlier. The blond nodded with a small smile, another tremble racking his body.
Minho grabbed his cool hand and led him to his bedroom for the first time in five years. Jisung happily followed him, enjoying the warmth his hand brought him. Fuck that, his mere presence sets him aflame with desire and love and the fact that he was blind to it all for so long was astonishing.
Minho plopped Jisung down onto his bed, kissing his forehead gently before rummaging through his clothes for something he could feasibly wear. Most of Minho's clothes were too big for him so he wondered how they'd fit Jisung's ethereally delicate frame.
The first thing he landed on as he searched was last year's Chucky Halloween costume, complete with plastic butcher's knife and dungarees. He smiled to himself and spun around to show Jisung who was still sitting slightly awkwardly on the bed.
Any and all social awkwardness was eliminated the moment Minho showed him the costume. Jisung burst out into a fit of laughter, his voice filling the air with a hilarity that made the brunet smile even more.
"I wore this last year for Halloween, best party of my life." Minho explained between giggles. "Seungmin was so drunk, he started acting like a whiny puppy, clinging to any of us. He even tried to follow me into the bathroom because he was scared of being left alone. Jeongin looked after him for us though, never thought we'd see him have to babysit but they did have fun once Seungmin had sobered up a little. I remember them coming back from a short walk and Seungmin was singing sad Radiohead songs - whilst crying - as if he had just gone through a heartbreak. And when I asked him what was wrong, he just said "Jeongin tricked me and gave me water instead of soju"." Minho laughed to himself, his eyes shining with care for his friends.
"Honestly, you should see him drunk some time, he gets so sappy it's so adorable." Jisung was enraptured by his words. It was a simple story, but the pure love Minho has for his friends was dripping from every sentence and it made Jisung feel warm inside.
The blond could see how much he cherishes them and their company, he could see from the sparkle in his deep brown eyes that he cares for them to the moon and back. When he saw that love before, he was jealous, but now he knows that Minho doesn't just love him to the moon, but to the edges of the solar system and back. And Jisung loves him more than what can be put into words.
A violent shiver made his teeth chatter and Minho looked even more worried than he was previously. He reached his hand out and rested it on Jisung's shoulder, hoping to give him some warmth without compromising too much of his own.
"You okay?" Jisung was about to nod, but that would be a lie. Even in Minho's comfortably heated flat, he still felt terribly cold in his wet clothes.
"I'm very cold, but I'm happy with you." He murmured, trying to keep his voice stable even as his teeth chattered. Minho kneeled down in front of him, putting his hands on either side of Jisung's waist. He gripped the hem and lifted up the jumper to take it off and the younger complied, pulling the soggy fabric away from his body.
He wasn't wearing anything else underneath, no wonder he was so cold. Jisung looked away, his cheeks and ears flushed as Minho observed him, a soft smile curving his perfect lips. The brunet used all of his self control to not warm Jisung up with his lips or with his hips, even though he wanted to so badly, he held back. There is a time and a place for sex and Minho's timing is a little off right now.
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Red Chrysanthemum - Minsung
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