maybe it's always been you┊ °❀ [ minsung ]

⋆ ★ 05

Minho exhales an annoyed sigh through his nose, stalking around the room. "This is stupid, we weren't even being that bad," he groans.

"Exactly," Jisung mutters as he runs a hand through his hair, parting thick locks with his fingers. Minho can't stop himself from staring.

"They're the obnoxious ones," he exclaims, walking back to the door so that he can pry it open and give Hyunjin a piece of his mind.

Except right when his fingers reach the doorknob, the lock clicks. Curse his apartment for having the lock on the wrong side of the door. He groans extra loud to be sure that whoever has trapped him inside his own bedroom can hear his frustration.

"Now they're just being annoying." Minho rolls his eyes, fiddling with the doorknob as if jiggling it will cause it to magically unlock.

Jisung laughs, a wide smile crawling onto his face as he sinks down on Minho's bed, lying down against the pillows with his hands behind his head. Minho thinks it's ridiculous, they should be fighting to get out of here right now!

"Hyung, it's locked, we can't get out."

"Whatever," he grumbles, still standing, back pressing against the door.

Jisung's eyes rove over his frame. Minho pretends like it doesn't make his heart throb in his chest. "We're stuck here, Min, might as well get comfy," he suggests, patting the empty space on the bed next to him.

Now normally, this would be a given, he'll never pass up a chance to cuddle with his best friend, but the ounce of pride left inside him keeps his feet planted on the floor. Crossing his arms over his chest, Minho rolls his eyes, darting his gaze away.

"Don't say you're still mad about me skipping you," Jisung groans loudly. In Minho's peripheral vision, he watches Jisung run a hand over his face.

"We had a pact!" He complains, returning his gaze. They didn't really have a pact, but it's normally a given during game nights. Still, he's not really annoyed with Jisung, he's just being a bother for the sake of it.

"Hyuuung," Jisung whines, eyes pleading.

Minho lets out a loud exhale, counting down the seconds in his head before he eventually caves.

Jisung drags himself into a sitting position, a pout on his lips as he reaches up and makes a grabbing motion. Minho thinks it's cute, he's too far gone now, a smile inching up his lips.

To disguise his very obvious allurement, Minho jumps onto the bed, tackling Jisung for the second time that night, grinning evilly as he tickles Jisung's neck. Jisung squeals with surprise, laughing heartily as he tries to get Minho off of him.

Eventually, when Minho detaches his fingers and frees Jisung from his attacks, he sits up. He pants, sitting on Jisung's thighs, pretending that the thrum of his heartbeat is from excessive movement only. Jisung's chest heaves beneath him, hair tousled as he stares up at Minho.

The younger's lips are parted, eyes suddenly hooded, looking rather debauched. Minho wants to devour him.

It's silent, too quiet, he should be able to hear their friends through the walls but there's nothing, just their breaths. Desire crawls its way up his spine, slowly enough that Minho can take in the situation. When he meets Jisung's gaze, he sees nothing but his reflection, eyes darkened. He can feel a mirror of his own thoughts, too, ever so connected.

Minho wishes for sound other than the throb of his pulse, it reels him in too far, makes him too aware. Overly real, like some kind of sick lucid dream. Jisung swallows and Minho only realizes that his hands have been creeping up his thighs when he feels a slight squeeze.