i'll think of you, baby ┊ °❀ [ minsung ]

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Minho's finding it hard to ignore the staring.

He could deal with it at first, especially when it was limited to simple glances, but he couldn't take the lingering gaze on him at all times. Especially now, as Minho and Jisung lay pressed together on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, and Jisung keeps looking at him.

Minho can't think of any reason other than he knows everything.

It would make sense, from the endless glances, the whole curious look in Jisung's eyes at dinner, as if he was piecing Minho together. No matter if he's reading everything incorrectly, the entirety of it is itching at Minho, a pestering jab at his chest that is too present to ignore.

Before Minho could even open his mouth to say something, Jisung beat him to it, his voice quieter than normal, barely audible over the movie playing in front of them.

"Minho, why are you all twitchy all of a sudden?"

He sounded rather disinterested, maybe too disinterested. Minho chewed on his bottom lip, keeping his eyes straight ahead, watching in his peripheral vision as Jisung turned his head towards him.

With a blink, Minho responded with the most confused tone he could muster, "What do you mean?"

Minho flicked his head to meet Jisung's eyes locking. Jisung raised his brows, gaze shifting between Minho's left and right eye. Minho felt exposed, as if all of his secrets were strewn between them.

"Minho," Jisung returned, a warning, "Don't play dumb."

Minho wasn't dumb.

In the blink of an eye, Minho found himself caving, dragging his hands to cover his face, humiliation washing over him, "God, you know, don't you?" He could feel the heat of his flush beneath his fingers, painting his skin in the dark light.

Jisung shifted beside him, hands moving to wrap around Minho's wrists, tugging them away, even after Minho's noise of defiance.

"What are you talking about?"

Minho was hot with shame, the tips of his ears dusted with red as he glared at Jisung, eyes falling narrowed with a displeased expression. "Jisung, don't play dumb," he imitated.

Eyebrows twitching upward, Jisung drew his gaze over Minho's face, "Know what, Minho?" Minho could tell that Jisung knew exactly what Minho was talking about, his eyes flashing with a beguiled delight that drove Minho insane.

"Don't make me say it."

Jisung's lips curled upward, his head tipping to the side to blink slowly at Minho, providing absolutely nothing. His gaze was telling, though, a final confirmation that sent Minho's stomach sinking into the floor.

Pulling his eyes shut, Minho groaned softly, head falling back onto the couch cushions, "Fuck, I'm sorry, god this is so embarrassing." Wanting anything but to see Jisung's expression.

Beside him, Jisung puffed out a small noise of amusement, sending a swirling wave of frustration beneath his skin. "Don't apologize," Jisung murmured, and Minho hesitantly opened his eyes, curiosity stemming in his gaze.

Jisung met him with the same grin, though not malicious in the slightest. Minho avoided his gaze, dragging his legs up to his chest, glaring at the ceiling above, "I just– Fuck, I can't believe I–"

Minho's face was still flushed, painted with lingering shame, unable to finish his sentence. He couldn't see Jisung's face, though, from his silence, Minho assumed he was deep in thought. Strangely, he found himself extremely interested in what Jisung might be thinking about.