Say my Name -Minsung-

7: Playing with fire

"Don't look at me right now."

Jisung scoffed. "What else am I supposed to look at?"

Minho groaned, dropping his head as he braced his hands on his kitchen counter, his back now to Jisung, who was nursing a cup of coffee. "Okay, it doesn't matter if you look at me, it's how you look at me."

"What, you hate being looked at like a puzzle? Because that's what you are, Lee Minho, a confusing puzzle that has no lines."

"That didn't really make sense."

"Oh shut up, you know what I mean."

At that, Minho's eyebrows rose and he turned to face the man he totally didn't wake up with an hour ago. "Wow, you really are in a mood if you're actually snapping like this."

Jisung glared, and it was.... Okay, it was hot. "You can't exactly blame me, can you? The last time I got black out drunk was... I don't even know when, and here I wake up not only in your bed, but in your bed half naked!"

It'd already happened, but Minho's face still heated just hearing about it.

"Okay, yes, you're very pretty- I mean, you're right, and I'm frustrated too. I'm normally the responsible drinker, and failed that title miserably since I don't remember anything after karaoke."

 A brief silence.

"Well, we obviously fucked."

Minho was unfortunately taking a sip of his own coffee at that moment, and he gave a choked sputter, nearly spewing it all over Jisung. "Excuse me?" He asked through another cough.

 Jisung rolled his eyes so far they left planet earth. "Come on, be real, we were both practically naked, our clothes were all over your bedroom floor."

"No, no we didn't do anything. Unless we remember what happened, nothing did."

"Minho," Jisung was suddenly bracing his arms on the kitchen island, leaning over it and nearly invading his personal space, "I'm wearing your boxers." His tongue ran over his bottom lip, and Minho's eyes followed it. "Use that pretty head of yours."

Minho's head felt funny, no, his entire body felt off center, like his lungs and heart were no longer his own but still attached. Apparently his mouth wasn't his own anymore either, because it opened of its own accord. "If I fucked you... I would remember it."

Jisung's eyes sparked, with what it was unclear. "Then why don't we remember?"

For some reason, Minho did not move back even though his face was inches from Jisung's. "That's a bad idea." His breath came out rushed, quiet.

A smirk began twisting Jisung's lips. "Says who?"

Back away, back away. "Says the universe."

"Oh, you can hear the stars speak?" Jisung hummed, tilting his head and letting his eyes dance over Minho's face, pausing at his lips briefly.

Minho suddenly thought of something. "By the way," he nearly whispered, "how do you know that the boxers you're wearing are mine?"

Jisung smiled brightly, as if he was laughing at a silly little joke that was funnier with deeper context. "Silly, I prefer red boxers. Yours are black." He hitched his leg up on the stool he was previously sitting on, bringing his hips into view and lowering the waistband of the shorts Minho let him borrow. "See?"

A computer shutting down echoed through Minho's brain. The world spun out from the sides, fading from clear view and making his focus fall completely on Jisung. Jisung, who was inches away. Jisung, who had messy hair. Jisung, who's entire outfit consisted of Minho's clothes. Jisung, the one he promised to never get close to. For a reason he knew was important but couldn't seem to... remember...