I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

✧10✧

Jisung awoke the next morning, feeling especially drained. He glanced around the room, wondering for a split second where the hell he was until he tilted his head to his left. He gasped softly as last night's events crossed his mind. A huge grin spread across his face and he silently squealed, rolling on his side and admiring the boy next to him.

He looked so...peaceful. Rather than his usual stone-like demeanor, Minho's face displayed emotion when he slept. Happiness, purity. Needless to say, he looked like an absolute angel.

"Mm, why do you make me not want to fuck everyone I lay my eyes on?"

"I dunno, am I special?" Minho muttered, shifting and stretching out, smiling as Jisung shrieked and backed up, toppling off the bed.

Minho burst out in laughter, peering over the edge of the bed to see Jisung whining in embarrassment, hands over his face as he laid on his back.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed. What happened to the snobby boy who was overconfident about everything?"

"That went away the second you saw my vulnerable side," Jisung complained, getting up and sitting on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Do I have special privileges?"

"..."

"Haha, I do! Aw, Sungie, that's so cuteee."

Jisung broke out into a knowing grin, turning to face the other.

"'Sungie?'"

"Oh shit- I mean-"

"Aw, baby, you're so sweet," Jisung teased, crawling over to the other and sitting back on his legs in front of Minho. "We have nicknames now!"

Minho blushed, scanning the other. He was wearing an oversized shirt that Minho managed to tug over him late at night. His honey skin was littered in love bites. It glowed in the morning light, practically sparkling as Jisung lit up with a bright smile.

"Yeah...I guess we do."

Jisung giggled before scooting closer and snuggling up to Minho, laying back down and holding the older's side.

"You make me warm and fuzzy."

"Oh, do I now?" Minho asked, raising an eyebrow and wrapping his arms around the other.

"Yeah..." Jisung whispered, smiling slightly.

"Jisung...can we please talk about-"

"No!" Jisung panicked, backing away.

"I-I can't Minho. I'm sorry but, I can't do it, I can't. I-I-I-" Jisung choked out a sob. His breathing quickened, and he touched the spot under his jaw where Minho had seen the scar.

"Hey, wait, calm down, it's okay. Look at me."

Hesitantly, Jisung looked up and felt a rush of calm flood over him. He hiccuped and wiped his tears.

"C-can we take a shower?"

"Of course. You can use my body wash and stuff. I'll get some towels for you-" Minho began, standing up.

"No. Can we take a shower? Together?"

"Oh," Minho froze, smiling a bit and looking down.

"Yeah."

The pair stripped and stepped into the marble shower. Jisung took his spot under the shower head, closing his eyes and basking in the feeling of being sprayed, soaked from head to toe.

Showers were something that had always calmed Jisung when he got worked up so he often found himself in the shower with his eyes closed, drowning his thoughts and allowing worries to slide off his back with the water.