The Familiar Devil || Minsung

Chapter 3: A Brewing Tension - part 2

The atmosphere felt more relaxed, with everyone settling in as they decided to watch the series. Jisung found himself sandwiched between Felix and Minho, while Felix sat right beside Hyunjin.

At some point, Jisung caught Felix lifting his legs and resting them comfortably on Hyunjin's lap. Felix and Hyunjin seemed to be sharing quiet whispers, with Felix's eyes widening at something Hyunjin said. He hesitated, then gave a small, automatic nod, his gaze flicking towards Jisung and Minho as Hyunjin's head mentioned toward them.

Jisung on the other hand, couldn't find a comfortable position. His legs were tucked awkwardly under him, and the slight buzz from the alcohol made him more aware of the way his body felt out of place. He glanced to his side, seeing Minho studying him quietly from the corner of his eye.

Just when Jisung considered adjusting again, Minho gestured toward his lap. "You can put your legs here." Minho said softly, his voice low and smooth. Jisung hesitated, unsure if he wanted to let his guard down like that. But after a moment's pause, he relented and placed his legs on Minho's lap. It felt strangely intimate, and Jisung wasn't sure if it was the alcohol making him feel that way or if it was something else.

By now he had finished his fourth round of drinks. Definitely drunk. Jisung didn't want to feel close to Minho. He didn't want to be drawn in by him. Yet, it was like the demon's energy wrapped around him, pulling him into his orbit whether he liked it or not. The warmth from Minho's lap made his limps feel heavier, more relaxed, and Jisung's eyes began to drop.

Minho's hand casually rested on Jisung's legs, not moving, not pushing any boundaries. But it was enough to make Jisung's mind whirl with confusion and frustration. How was someone he was supposed to despise make him feel this... comfortable?

As the series played on, Jisung leaned his head back, glancing over at Felix. Felix, though usually more composed, seemed lost in quiet conversation with Hyunjin.

Jisung shifted slightly, still caught in that strange pull toward Minho, and as he did, Minho's hand rested gently on his lower back, guiding him to lay his head against his shoulder. It felt so easy, so natural, and Jisung hated how easily his body complied. But the alcohol had dulled his resistance, and soon, he found himself drifting off into sleep with Minho's warmth surrounding him.

He wasn't sure how much time passed, but the next thing Jisung knew, Minho's voice was softly pulling him from his half sleep. "Jisung," Minho whispered, his voice close to his ear. "We're going to bed now."

Jisung blinked, disoriented, realizing Minho's arms was still around him. "Wait... you're staying?" He mumbled, still groggy from the alcohol and sleep. He hadn't expected them to sleep over.

Minho chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through Jisung's body. "Yeah Felix said we could sleep over."

Too tired to protest, Jisung just nodded, standing up and instinctively grabbing Minho's wrist to drag him along. It wasn't until Hyunjin stopped them with a raised eyebrow that Jisung realized what he was doing. He blinked in confusion, releasing Minho's wrist as Hyunjin exchanged a few quiet words with him. Jisung was too tired—and tipsy— to make out what they were saying.

Felix appeared next to Hyunjin, eyes darting between Jisung and Minho. "You good?" Felix asked, his gaze lingering on Jisung with a hint of concern.

Jisung nodded, but didn't say anything, already turning back toward the bedroom. The only sound that followed him was Minho's soft chuckle as Jisung dragged him along again.