What's left of you | Minsung ✔️

11. The Stolen Heart

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What if it's all a lie? 

What if nothing was real? Maybe Jisung has passed away in his sleep and by some miracle ascended to heaven. Or it was a dream, soon reality would force its way back into his consciousness and give him a hefty slap in the face to remind him what it felt like to live. Like it always did. 

What if Jisung's feelings for Minho were nothing more but a psychopathological side-effect of his abandonment issues? Looking back at how his previous relationships used to be, how they ended, there was a certain pattern; chasing every high, ignoring his own needs but feverishly meeting those of the other's just so he could have a sense of belonging. 

But in the end... 
Good things didn't last long enough. 
They never did. 

He wasn't lying when he told Minho how he felt. Happy. He meant it, deep down Jisung knew he said it with sincerity. Was it purely physical? Jisung was physically attracted to Minho, there's no use denying that. 

Strong hands that grabbed him by the waist, gentle fingers caressing and gliding over skin. Soft moans. Desperate and needy. Deep kisses. Half lidded eyes. Hushed moans. Passionate and hot and electrifying. Recalling all those lustful moments had Jisung feeling dizzy.

He looked down on himself, lifting the blanket to reveal a growing erection. He sighed and rolled to the side, having now perfect view on Minho's shirtless back. A smile tugged on his lips.

Then there were those moments when Jisung's brain came to a screeching halt. A look into Minho's eyes and he was gone. A tickling sensation in his belly, increasing heartbeat, trembling hands, dry mouth. Suddenly at a loss for words every time Minho's attention was undoubtedly and solely on Jisung. Minho spoke softly, as if Jisung was the most delicate flower to ever exist.

Minho was there when Jisung suffered through a migraine attack, barely getting any sleep himself. He cooked for me. Who does that?

Amidst all the soft, sweet affection, there was Minho's relentless teasing; randomly poking Jisung's side, grabbing his butt and slapping it, sarcastic remarks, calling him 'hamster cheeks'. Jisung loved Minho's teasing but he would never admit it. Nope. Never. That was totally out of the question.

All this – was it actually real? Did Jisung really exist at the same time as Minho? Did they really meet? There must be a catch! Jisung pinched the skin on his upper arm. A curse word almost made its way out of his throat. Rubbing the now reddened spot, Jisung skidded closer to Minho's back, the warmth radiating from him was enough for Jisung to wrap an arm around his middle. He could fall asleep like that, there was only one problem: Jisung was horny.

Jisung's lips found Minho's shoulder, pressing a wet kiss on soft skin. His first desire was to spread red excited kisses all over the other's back, waking him up in the process, only to get his sexual needs satisfied. However, after the second kiss, Jisung halted, his eyebrows creasing in confusion.

This was not a dream. This was reality, and Jisung had the freedom of choice. Now he could either choose to continue his usual spiel of lust and self-abandonment; or he could turn the other way and tread on a path less traveled by, which would ultimately lead him to something new.

Uncharted land.
New and scary.

Fantasies of him and Minho together. Jisung would show him his room, letting him look through all the magazines of his favorite K-Pop-Group, if he was into it. If not, it'd be alright, they'd find something to enjoy together. Like playing games on the console. 

What music does Minho like? What's his favorite color? Does he have an opinion to pineapple on pizza?

They have seen each other naked, Jisung could point out every mole on Minho's georgeous body, but if put in the situation, Jisung wouldn't be able to answer any of those basic questions.