all falls down//minsung

twenty three🔮

It was getting dark and the wind was rising. Minho felt his cheeks burning red from the harsh wind against his skin and he couldn't help but start to worry that they wouldn't make it to the shelter they had to walk to. 

Ever since Jisung healed his hand, they hadn't spoken. It was too awkward. Too confusing. But now with the worry Minho had he spoke up. 

"Jisung? Is it just me or is there like...a change in the weather?" He asked as he pushed by a bush. Jisung glanced back at him then to the sky that was now cloudy and eery. "Maybe" He uttered. "It'll be okay" He reassured. 

Minho sighed "you think?" He asked a bit annoyed "It's cold. I'm tired and sweaty, my shoes are dirty and it's getting dark! There's no service, I can't even use my phone-"

"Oh suck it up buttercup!" Jisung cut in sharply. "Just cause you're not in your happy little kingdom where everything is done for you doesn't mean it'll work everywhere!" he snapped. Minho scoffed "Shut up Jisung, you expect the exact same from the people working in your castle!" 

Jisung stopped walking and looked back at him "Maybe I do but at least I view them as human! Like the actual people in my kingdom" He folded his arms. Minho rolled his eyes "Oh so it's all my idea that people without a status aren't human is it?" He glared. 

Jisung stepped closer "Did I say it was You?" He asked. Minho scoffed "you implied it!" He replied stepping closer. 

Jisung stepped closer, right in front of him, with only an inch of space left "You're not the only one who's tired and cold and fed up of this fucking thing!" He spoke low. Minho hummed "Now see how easier it would have been if you just said 'yeah, me too' in the beginning instead of trying to act so mighty?" he grinned. 

Jisung grabbed a hold of his collar "Lee Minho, you are dealing with a very. frustrated. guy!" he shook him a little. Minho grabbed his hips "I can see that. Need help with it sugar?" He teased. 

Jisung stopped. His eyes widened at Minho's words. He could feel a heat rising to his cheeks and his heart skipping a beat. He was used to making the moves on people, used to having a sense of control, used to getting what he wanted. But Minho's casual tease, the way he grabbed his hips had caught him off guard. He tried to maintain a cool and composed demeanour but his grip on Minho's collar loosened a bit "I-I'm not...I'm not..." He stuttered tripping over his words. 

His usual confidence has deserted him. Leaving him flustered and confused. He tried to glare up at Minho but the effect was undermined by the pink dusting his cheeks. "I-I- don't need help!" He protested weakly letting go of his collar. 

Minho chuckled as he saw the effect his words had on Jisung. He could practically see the gears turning in his head as Jisung struggled to make up some witty comeback as he usually did. It was a rare sight to see the usually charming and confident prince so off balance but Minho had seen Jisung admitting to being scared of himself - so maybe this wasn't exactly rare to see another part of the boy. 

"Oh really?" Minho continued to tease to see how far he could push him. His hands holding a firm grip on Jisung's hips. "Are you sure about that sweetheart? You look like you could use some help to me" He leaned in a bit closer, a wicked gleam in his eyes "Or maybe you like being frustrated." he murmured, his voice low and sultry "Maybe you like being riled up and flustered. Is that it?"

Jisung's cheeks burned hotter as Minho's words sank in. He tried to take a step back but Minho's hands were still on his hips holding him in place. He felt trapped and exposed and he didn't know how to respond. Any sense of confidence had ran away leaving him bare and shy. 

"I-I that's not-" He stuttered weakly, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. Why? All because his mind had gone right back to the night they hooked up because of how Minho's hands felt on his hips. How he held him that night as he--