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Chapter Twelve

Jisung thought he stopped having dreams like this a long time ago. After a while, the bodies became faceless, wordless. They were heated bodies above him, nothing more, nothing less. Faceless constitutions to himself, a promise to never get attached.

     It's almost nostalgic the way it plays out. Like reading a short story you wrote in the fifth grade. He stopped dreaming like this after the summer of ninth grade, a shot to the head realization that he and Minho would never be together.

     But of course that delusion that he could just stop his feelings died out, and with that comes the dreams.

     Gentle hands sliding up under his thigh, nips at the swell of his bicep, brunette hair brushing his jawline, fingers slowly working him apart.

     He doesn't even need to see the face to know who it is. Minho's scent from his pillow is seeping into his dreams, tainting the images he sees flash before his eyes.

     Thankfully it stops. Jisung suddenly becomes aware of where he is. The smell of pancakes pulls him out of his sleep. He's just wearing his plaid pajama pants, not bothering to wear a shirt considering it's a house full of dudes.

     Jisung sits up and turns around to look over the couch and into the open kitchen, groggily rubbing his eyes.

     He sees Minho flipping a pancake, black apron tied behind his back in a pretty bow, Felix's doing for sure.

     Speaking of the blonde, he sees Felix sitting at the island, blonde hair clipped back behind his face, wide awake and shoving pancakes into his mouth.

     Minho is softly humming a Sam Cooke song when he turns around with pan in hand and sees him.

     "Morning sunshine! The other's are still asleep, come eat." Minho says. Jisung gets a rush of deja vu. Seventh or eighth grade, limbs at an awkward length, still figuring out how the world works.

     Jisung makes a low noise in the back of his throat as a response, throwing his blanket aside and walking over to join Felix.

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     Minho sometimes forgets Jisung is grown. It's hard not to when the swells of his cheeks puff up when he's sleepy, just like they did when he was fourteen.

     His curly black hair is ruffled and wild from sleep, the light behind him making it seem like a halo around his head.

     Minho is jolted back to reality when he finally sees his full body. He's probably been working out, last Minho heard he was on the lacrosse team. His arms have buffed up, so has his chest. But nothing compares to what Minho sees next. His waist is so small he could wrap his hands around it and have his thumbs meet in the middle. And if that wasn't enough, he has a belly button piercing to pull it all together.

     It's silver with a jewel butterfly charm, pretty and pink, and perfectly him.

     Minho speaks before he can think. "When d'you uh..." Minho moves his finger in a circle through the air directed at the culprit of his short circuiting brain.

     He internally cringes at himself for seeming so shameless.

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     Jisung almost forgets that he has one. It's been so long since he got it that it's become an everyday thing, a part of himself unnoticed until someone points it out.

     That's why he looks confused at first, looking down in the direction of Minho's finger and seeing it.

     "Oh- I got it done when I was fourteen, I wanted one and my parents didn't care as long as they didn't have to pay for it, so Olivia took me and paid for it on my birthday. I guess you've never been around when it's visible, heh." Felix perks up at the mention of his sister's name but goes back to eating when he realizes it's not about his Olivia.

     He's a little taken aback when he sees Minho in a kind of trance, visibly trying to tear his eyes away from the piercing. Does he not like it? Jisung thinks. That certainly can't be the case with how Minho's ears are getting red when he finally snaps out of it.
  
     Maybe he should take his shirt off more often...

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     Minho thinks he handled that very well. He doubts Jisung will be able to read his gradually reddening ears.

     Jisung is stuffing his cheeks with pancakes, syrup occasionally spilling out the corner of his mouth, licking it away before he makes a sticky mess all over his chin.

Ding ding!

     If he didn't get a wake up call already, he's definitely slapped in the face by a cold bucket of water when he gets the message.

     It's from Minhyuk. His"boyfriend". Although, he could probably be classified as more of a fuckbuddy than anything. They've just been with each other for so long that they decided to make it official. Nothing to put a ring on but enough that they met each other's parents.

     It's good sex, nothing spectacular but it's just enough to satiate his needs while leaving the chances of STD's to a minimum.

Minhyuk🔥

Minhyuk🔥

U free tonight?

     His stomach squeezes. It's not like the butterflies he felt at the start of whatever they had, it's guilt. The kind of guilt that blooms from a long planted root of knowing it's not what he wants

He feels nauseous.

A/n: most of these chapters are short since it's just easier for me personally. I just want to make it clear that I literally cannot bring myself to write bad endings so you never have to worry about that. Even if the story seems like it has a negative title it will probably just be a metaphor lol. Hope you like this short chapter!