Things That Fall | l.mh x h.js

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~Leaves~

When Jisung awakens, wrapped up snug like a Christmas present, he sighs contently as his eyes pop open. He gasps lightly when his eyes land on Minho's sleeping figure (hair disheveled and skin aglow from the light seeping in through the crack in the door). His lips curl up as his eyes take in every inch of Minho's stunning features. Minho's breath mingles with his hair and tickles his skin; he lets out a chuckle (a breathy noise so quiet it can barely be heard).

Jisung freezes when Minho sharply inhales, trying to relax his features as much as possible; he forces himself to close his eyes and fake being asleep when Minho wakes up. He feels Minho's body tense up as his breathing increases, but he doesn't dare look; he can't give himself away. When the elder's limbs relax his internal panic shuts down.

Jisung wants to purr when Minho's fingers trace his features, moving strands of hair along with the movement of his hand (he feels Minho's fingertips skim across his sun kissed skin). He almost gives himself away when Minho's hand comes into contact with his skin, Minho letting out a quiet gasp and immediately freezing any action. He saves himself by snuggling closer, nuzzling his face in the crook of Minho's neck (and totally not smelling Minho's lavender body wash; he refuses to admit getting a sniff).

"God, why is he too cute?"

Jisung swallows his comment because damn Minho's complimenting him and playing with his hair. He's twirling Jisung's hair in circles, lightly tugging and releasing his hair when needed. He sighs internally before Chan's sleep ridden voice fills the air.

"Listen mate. We all know you love him, but don't wake me up at four in the goddamn morning. I can practically hear your softness for the boy. Go the fuck to sleep, thanks."

Jisung's confused; he doesn't understand where Chan is coming from because how could he have ever thought THE Lee Minho would love good ol' trash pile Han Jisung? Jisung just couldn't see it happening in a billion years. He's about to 'wake up' when Minho responds.

"I didn't even say anything, just because you keep dreaming of Jeongin doesn't give you a reason to blame me for your sleep habits."

Jisung has to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing, trying harder when he hears Chan's light gasp (he pictures a flustered Chan, tinted cheeks and stuttering voice facing the all confident and presumably smirking Minho trying to come up with a comeback). He's so close from losing his shit and blowing his cover when Woojin speaks up.

"Damn, shots fired."

All of a sudden he feels something heavy smack him right in his face and can't help the whimper that escapes his battered lips. The growl that Minho makes is surprisingly attractive, but completely contradicts the gentle hands that pull him in a sitting position. The sudden flash of light temporarily blinds him until his eyes focus and the room dims along with the brightness of the bedside lamp.

Jisung only nods drunkenly when Minho asks if he's okay, concern etched onto his porcelain features. His eyes land on Minho's lips, refusing to leave the stunning image he sees. He winces when Minho's fingertips dance across his face, gently grazing his tender cheek.

"Do you want me to get ice?"

"No, I want you to kiss it better."

What on earth are you doing Han Jisung? Not again.

"You want me to kiss it better?"

No, the ice is fine; please get me the ice.

"Did I stutter hyung?"

Jisung, why are you doing this? Brain do you not want to work WITH me today?

He hears Chan and Woojin awe obnoxiously and watches Minho's eyes widen comically. He'd laugh if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation.