LOVE ; minsung

011. i can't help but love you

Jisung felt his breath hitched as minhos lips pressed against his neck, sucking the skin very gently enough to make a mark. Jisung tasted so good it was sickening.

But, he was cheating. He hadn't even thought about his girlfriend much. Jisung was distracting him. Everything was. The way they suddenly switched positions and jisungs legs were wrapped around, tightening on his crotch.

Minho bit his lip, feeling the friction as jisung slowly removed his shirt, throwing it to the side. He was much prettier without clothes, minho taking the moment to run his hands down jisungs neck, to his chest, so his waist. He admired it all while he could.

He found himself sometimes dreaming of fucking the boy senselessly.

He'd ignore them, but now he couldn't. His dreams displaying themselves in real life.

But to all hell itself, his phone began ringing. Making him close his eyes in such annoyance. "Let it ring.." jisung whined almost. Holding minho so closely to him, he didn't want him to go. But minho ignored this, parting ways with jisung, who sat on the bed so worthless.

"I have to awnser it, jisung." Minho said, he placed the phone to his ear. Knowing exactly who it was.

"Hey baby."

Minho said to his girlfriend, staring directly at the wall infront of him, that owned the door and the bathroom on the side.

"Yeah, I'll be home in a couple of minutes, chan wanted me to hang out with him." He said. "Okay, bye. Love you." Minho placed the phone on the dresser, putting it on silent as well.

He turned back around, looking at jisung, who was sitting on the bed, clearly waiting.

To be honest, jisung was too desperate to care. He wanted minhos body in him for once. He wanted Minho to touch him.

"I should really be getting back.."

"Can I at least touch you?" Jisung asked. He pulled Minho closer by his loose belt from his jeans. That turned Minho on even more. He was too memorized to do anything to stop jisung.

Jisungs eyes only looked up so fondly, biting his lower lip as his hands traveled up to minhos' shirt, his hands feeling the perfect aligned abs that minho had to offer.

"Jisung, I can't, cmon.." Minho said quickly. Noticing how much little time he had left. He couldn't leave his relationship at home, he wasn't a cheater.

"I'll break up with her, okay, and we'll continue this tomorrow night? Alright?" Minho held jisungs face gently, rubbing his thumb across the boys face. He didn't know what they were doing, but he couldn't keep doing this.

You could tell jisung didn't really want minho to leave, but he accepted it. He just frowned a little, watching minho grab his phone once more quickly, sliding it in his pocket and adjusting his belt as he did. He couldn't leave looking a mess.

Jisung just deepened his hands against the bed, throwing his head to look at the ceiling. Closing his eyes. He tried to ignore the fact that minho had someone else, which it hurt him.

But he couldn't stand up for himself when he was in love. He hated how he fell for minho. All minho did was do a good job of being a nice person.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.