maybe it's always been you┊ °❀ [ lee know x han ]

⋆ ★ 04

"Pick up two," Seungmin grins as he puts the card down in the middle of the floor. Beside him, Felix falls backwards off of where he was perched on his heels, letting out a high groan.

"Someone please reverse it, he's done this to me four rounds in a row now," Felix pleads, desperately looking around the circle.

"I like watching you suffer," Chan smiles sweetly.

Felix huffs loud enough for everyone to hear.

Minho shifts how he's sitting, his legs going numb from sitting on them, the floor offering little comfort. He and Jisung really need to get a rug.

He's not sure how the group ended up deciding on coming to his and Jisung's apartment to hang out. Minho's fairly certain they have a group chat without the two. Whatever, they have enough space.

It's always nice to be able to get together like this, even if pulling Uno out of the cabinet means infinite frustration to whoever ends up being targeted for a certain round. Luckily, Minho's next to Jisung—who won't use his cards against Minho even if it means it will win him the game, and Jeongin—who had agreed to team with Minho since the beginning. Minho's just too persuasive.

It's pleasant, spending time with his friends. He also doesn't mind having Jisung right next to him.

They're awfully close, closer than needed for a competitive game, Jisung's knee digging into Minho's thigh where he sits criss-crossed. Minho likes his presence, it's calming, almost. Grounding. He likes being able to turn and laugh into Jisung's shoulder, snatch up skin-to-skin contact that his mind has desperately been craving.

After the incident a few days ago, they've mostly gone back to normal.

Minho had laid in silence on Jisung's bed for a solid few minutes, fighting off the images stained in his brain of Jisung throwing him onto the mattress. While also rethinking his life and everything he and Jisung have been doing as of late. He almost decided to jerk off extra loud when he returned to his room just for attention but decided that it would seem a bit too desperate.

Whatever. Jisung rejected him but Minho was being annoying. He sees why.

But he can't help but notice the itch in the back of his brain—telling him that Jisung never knew what he was doing in the first place and that Minho's advances have been rivaling absolutely nothing. That Jisung doesn't want it as much as Minho does.

It hurts a little to think about—that it's possible that he might be doing all of this for nothing. But by now, it's too far to turn around. A game turned all too serious. Minho knows that it's less of him wanting to tease Jisung anymore. That he's chasing a goal.

Before their friends had arrived, he had made a goal to step back a bit, to make sense of Jisung's emotions and find out if their tension was really reciprocated.

But unsurprisingly, Jisung immediately found him, pressed his chest to Minho's back as he brought out cups from the cupboard, his arms wrapped around Minho's waist. All of his worries melted away, gone like his sanity when he had to eventually push Jisung away before his close presence became a physical problem.

So now, unafraid of being overly touchy, he leans into Jisung's space, pushes himself onto Jisung's chest, and relaxes himself, welcoming the warmth. Jisung moves a hand back behind him so that he can support both of their weights. Minho finds it, laces their fingers together, indifferent to the fact that his friends are sitting close and that the touch is rather intimate.

Jisung flips over his palm so that they can hold hands for real. Minho's heart jumps. He can tell that Jisung is trying to find his gaze, searching the side of his face. When Minho offers nothing in return, Jisung pokes him, leaning down to speak into his ear.