I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

✧15✧

"Minho," Jisung whispered softly, locking eyes with the shirtless male before him. 

"Yes, baby?"

"Can we skip gym class?" he breathed as he let his eyes trace the toned muscles of the man before him. 

"Of course. Where's the janitor's closet?"

"Let me show you—"

"Jisung."

His eyes snapped open. 

Jisung rubbed his sleepy eyes, glancing around the empty locker room, void of students and teachers. 

Minho was the only soul other than him that breathed the dry air of the locker room. He looked over at him, backpack looped over one shoulder, feet already turning to face the door. 

"It's time to go. Lunch."

"W—Wait," Jisung yelped, reaching out to latch onto Minho's shirt, tugging him back. 

"I—I'm not hungry," he whispered, looking down as his nerves took over. 

"Do you want to stay here then?" Minho asked, sitting down next to him on the floor across from the lockers. He opened his backpack and pulled out the plastic container that contained his lunch: a sandwich, cookies, and an apple. 

A simple lunch for such a complex person. 

Jisung nodded wordlessly, subconsciously scooting closer to his boyfriend. 

Every once and a while, Minho would give Jisung samples of his food—despite Jisung's half-hearted protests. 

But Jisung found himself begging for more, eventually turning into Minho's side and glancing between Minho and his cookie pleadingly, maintaining a longing, desperate look in his eyes. 

"Jisung, I told you, we should have gone to the cafeteria."

"Just one cookie. Pretty please?" he begged, widening his eyes and poking out his bottom lip for maximum effort. 

Minho sighed, giving one last look at the cookie before reluctantly handing it to Jisung, who gasped and giggled in delight, immediately stuffing the entire treat into his mouth, inflating his cheeks. 

Minho swooned, awning his boyfriend's brightly lit face who was occupied by the cookie, happily munching away, oblivious to the pair of eyes. 

"Jisung."

"Hmph?" Jisung questioned through his food, snapping his head towards the older, immediately swallowing down his food under the suddenly intense stare from the other. 

"What's the real reason you wanted to stay down here?"

"O—Oh? N—No reason," Jisung stuttered, turning away from the other, face coated in embarrassment. 

"When you were asleep, what were you dreaming about?" Minho prodded, shifting closer. 

"N—Nothing. Just...normal stuff."

"Normal for you, you mean?"

"Yes," Jisung whispered, face heating up to an unbearable temperature. He fanned himself silently, then making the deadly mistake of glancing to his right to the impossibly close boy. 

"Jisung...I want you," the older said barely above a whisper. 

"Oh," Jisung breathed out, breath hitching as Minho buried his face in his neck, hot breath fanning over the expanse of Jisung's neck, causing him to spiral into the space he knew all too well. 

The venomous, evil trap, also known as lust. 

But also known as Jisung's best friend. 

Jisung moaned lowly, a spark of confidence striking him and causing him to crawl his way to Minho's lap. He purposely set himself down onto Minho's crotch, wasting no time and grinding their erections together.