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Ship: Minsung
Top: Lee Know Bottom: Han Jisung
Kinks: praises, soft, ( picking up a call in between).
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"Hyung, I'm heading to Hannie's place. I'll be back by evening," Felix said, poking his head into his older brother's room.
"Hold up—I was actually going there too! Let's go together," Minho replied, finishing up with his hair.
"For what?" Felix asked, though he nodded in agreement.
"Got a project to work on with Chan hyung," Minho explained, grabbing his car keys before following Felix out of the house.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up to their destination.
As they stepped inside, Felix greeted Jisung with a friendly hug. Jisung's eyes briefly flickered over to Minho, a quick exchange that only Minho seemed to catch.
Chan, already setting up in the study, waved Minho over without a second thought. “We’ve got a lot to cover, so let’s dive in,” he said, focused on the project.
“Yeah, let’s get to it,” Minho replied, glancing one last time toward Jisung before joining Chan in the study.
In the living room, Jisung and Felix sank into an easy conversation, laughter occasionally drifting down the hall. Minho, hearing Jisung's laugh from the other room, couldn’t help the faint smile that appeared as he worked beside Chan, though he kept it hidden well enough.
After a while asJisung slipped into the kitchen to grab drinks, he glanced back, catching Minho’s eye from the doorway. Minho followed a few moments later, his steps quiet, careful not to draw too much attention after excusing himself to go to the bathroom.
The moment Minho entered, Jisung tugged him into a hidden corner near the pantry, his hand sliding up Minho's chest, fingers pressing firmly as he held him close. "Took you long enough," he murmured, his lips curving into a smile.
Minho’s hand slipping to Jisung’s waist, pulling him flush against him. “Couldn't leave your brother hanging… but I think I’ve got a minute,” he whispered, his lips grazing Jisung’s ear.
Jisung let out a soft, shaky breath as Minho's fingers found their way under his shirt, tracing a slow, deliberate path along his side. His pulse quickened as Minho leaned in, their lips meeting in a heated, breathless kiss that left little space between them. For a moment, everything else faded; it was just the two of them, tangled up in their stolen time.
“I missed this,” Jisung murmured between kisses, his breath hot against Minho’s lips. “Missed you.”
Minho’s fingers pressed firmer against his waist, his voice low and soft as he replied, “You have no idea.” His mouth brushed along Jisung’s jaw, pressing light kisses that grew slower, lingering as though he didn’t want to let go. “Didn’t think I’d get the chance today to be this close to you,” he admitted.
