Chan is looking over Jisung's shoulder at Minho, attempting to dissuade Minho from continuing his antics knowing full well once Minho's made up his mind there's no going back. Chan hardens his gaze, seeing Minho's arms about to wrap around the younger's legs.
"Chan? I asked if you had any- AH!-" Jisung yelps when he's lifted by the knees and sat on one shoulder, Minho's arm over his thighs securing him.
"Minho hyung you bastard!! Put me down!" Jisung says, his overthinking making is balance off causing Minho to wobble.
Minho walks over cautiously to the couch and crouches down for Jisung to slide off. He does, immediately popping back up to punch Minho in the shoulder. Light enough to be friendly, hard enough to sting.
"Ow! I have a blanket you can use." He says, rubbing his arm.
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While Jisung might seem cool and fun about it, it's not easy hiding the burning at the tips of his ears after being manhandled by Lee Minho.
He sits there on the couch until Minho comes out with a black blanket and a pillow for him.
Jisung did the pull out couch by himself, Minho tossing him the pillow before poking his side and whispering "goodnight Jisungie~"
A whisper that sent shivers down his spine. The fact that both the blanket and pillow smell like him isn't helping the fact. And if he pulls the blanket up to his nose and breathes the scent in it's no one's business.
A/n: sorry this chapter's shorter lol. I just got back in contact with the owner of this account who also happens to be my beta reader and creative inspo so I was on a bit of a writer's block after chapter nine. Next chapter should be longer though.
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