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Chapter Sixteen

Jisung is dreaming.

He knows he's dreaming because his nails are painted navy instead of light blue. A sign of maturity.

He knows he's dreaming so why not indulge?

He's standing on a back deck. He can taste the salt air on his tongue causing his lips to chap. Black curls are being blown away from his face, the wind threading through his hair along with the patches of grass in the sand below. The house is on the kind of stilts all beach houses have.

The sky is cloudy and calm, soft to cancel out the crashing of waves against the shore. Jisung knows this place in his dream. The sky is usually clearer.

The sliding glass door opens behind him. He turns, the wind causing wayward curls to blow in his face.

Inhale.

Hands slide to rest at his waist,
domestic. A faded light blue clapboard house as a backdrop to the chestnut haired boy in front of him. Minho's face is horribly enamored, doe eyes sparkling even in muted lighting, a soft smile unapologetically pulled from his lips.

Minho kisses the inner corner of his eye, kissing the side of his nose bridge along with it.

Exhale.

Jisung wakes up and the light is too bright. He breathes clearly again. He doesn't wake up to the smell of pancakes this time. He wakes up to the smell of his own shampoo. Citrus and cherry blossom, the orange and pink bottled one.

The smell of his shampoo and Minho's blanket are seeping into his dreams. Jisung never dreams in third person. It's always close up clips of scenes his subconscious doesn't want him to remember. He remembers this dream very clearly.

Navy instead of Light blue. A sign of maturity. Cloudy soft skies, canceling out the crash of waves against the shore. A salty chapped lip. A wayward curl. A hand around the waist. A kiss to the corner of his eye, just off kilter enough to catch the side of his nose bridge as well. Inhale. Exhale.

Minho's blanket is draped over them. Jisung can tell Minho is awake even without opening his eyes. The brunette is breathing too fast for sleep, his muscles too tense. His hand is over Jisungs naval, his finger twitching.

Jisung uses his voice for the first time that morning. Gravelly and deep from lack of use. "You can touch it if you want." Jisung can't help the lazy sleazy smile on his face.

He feels a poke to his stomach. "You pervert! I didn't even know you were awake." Jisung flinches at the jab in his side.

Regardless of denial, Jisung blushes when he feels the older follow through, warm fingers spreading across his abdomen and toying with the butterfly piercing.

Jisung gets an idea. It's a horribly, disgustingly bad idea.

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Minho woke up with a butterfly imprint on the soft part of his forearm. He shifted his hand to rest on top of Jisung's naval, itching to test it, roll the silver between his fingers.

And Jisung let him, and he took pride in the way he felt the other's chest heat up.

But then, Jisung did something wholly unreasonable and whispered into Minho's ear.

"I'll let you bite it next time~" And oh Minho likes that. His eyes widen like saucers but a rumbling laugh from Jisung's chest stops his thoughts from wandering further.

"Haha I'm just kidding Minho hyung. Don't get all weird on me." Jisung's tone is joking but it causes Minho to mentally slap himself in the face for thinking otherwise.