Aquarium of Us

Chapter 16: Giving in

The air between Minho and Jisung was electric, so thick with tension it was almost dizzying. Minho's hands held Jisung's wrists above his head, and the warmth of his body pressed close. Neither of them could pretend any longer; they'd both been waiting for this moment, and now that it was here, there was no stopping it.

Minho's gaze flickered from Jisung's eyes to his parted lips, and without another thought, he closed the distance, capturing Jisung's mouth in a kiss that was both soft and searing. Jisung responded immediately, leaning into Minho, his lips moving with a hunger that had been building between them for so long. Every kiss was deeper, slower, more intense, like they were making up for all the moments they'd held back.

Minho's grip on Jisung's wrists loosened as their kiss grew more fervent, his hands sliding down to rest on Jisung's waist, pulling him closer. Jisung's hands found their way to Minho's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt, his touch hesitant but curious. Minho let out a low hum at the contact, the sound sending a shiver down Jisung's spine. The restraint they'd both been holding onto began to unravel with every touch, every shared breath.
Their bodies pressed together, Minho's fingers sliding up Jisung's back, their kisses turning deeper, each one more urgent than the last. Jisung, caught up in the intensity of the moment, tugged at Minho's shirt, a silent signal, and Minho took the hint, pulling away just long enough to lift his shirt over his head.

Jisung's gaze dropped to Minho's chest his breath catching as he took in the sight of Minho's toned, sweat-slicked skin. His eyes were wide, and a faint flush colored his cheeks as he stared, almost mesmerized, at Minho's bare chest. There was a hunger in his gaze, a desire he couldn't hide, and it only fueled Minho's own longing.

Without thinking, Jisung's fingers traced the line of Minho's collarbone his touch featherlight, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening. Minho's pulse quickened at the sensation, his skin tingling under Jisung's touch, and he leaned in again, his hands slipping under the hem of Jisung's shirt, ready to pull him even closer.

But just as Minho's fingers began to lift Jisung's shirt, the door swung open.

"Hey, are you guys-" Felix's voice cut through the charged silence, and he froze in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the scene before him.

Jisung's face turned beet red, and he stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides as he struggled to catch his breath. Minho's own face was flushed, but he let out a sigh, ruffling a hand through his hair as he glanced over at Felix, who looked like he was caught between shock and amusement.

"Oh .. um, I'll just... be going, then?" Felix stammered, backing out slowly with an awkward laugh, the door clicking shut behind him.

As soon as he was gone, a heavy silence settled between Minho and Jisung. They looked at each other, still breathing heavily, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.

Jisung let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided Minho's gaze. "That...was close."
Minho chuckled, shaking his head, though he couldn't deny the frustration he felt at the interruption. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Jisung's hand, a silent promise in his touch.

"Next time, no interruptions," he murmured, his voice low, and Jisung couldn't help but smile, nodding in agreement, his eyes shining with anticipation.