He's So Innocent

Drugs(3)

The morning light shone through the window of Minho's bedroom. He stood up from his cozy pile of blankets on the floor and looked outside. The cool air still flowed in and Minho studied the lack of cars in his neighbor's driveway.
"No ones around," he murmured.
"What?" someone said.
Startled, the elder spun around and looked at the boy sitting on his bed pouting while rubbing his eyes.
"Jisung-"
"Hello hyung," he said. Minho tightened his fist. Sweat started to bead on his forehead.
"Let's go eat," he said panicked.
The younger boy nodded and got out of bed-Minho's bed-and followed him to the kitchen.
"There's cereal and frozen waffles," Minho said. He opened the fridge and took out some orange juice, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet next door.
"Chocolate milk."
Minho started at Jisung, "What?"
"I love chocolate milk, do you have any?" he said looking at his elder. Minho shook his head. Jisung glowered but took the glass of juice Minho had poured for him.
"Listen...." both boys said at once. Minho blinked in bewilderment and Jisung laughed.
"You first," Minho said.
Jisung took a small breath.
"Last night, I was like high on adrenaline and lack of sleep so I may have said some things I didn't mean...." he trailed off.
Minho pulled open a drawer and fished out a spoon for his cereal. He paused, looking at Jisung, "Like what?"
Jisung craned his head at his juice. "Like you teaching me how the world works. I can just look it up and stuff-that was inconsiderate-"
Minho dropped his spoon in the cereal bowl. It made a loud clattering noise, causing Jisung to halt.
"That would take away the fun," Minho said with nonchalance.
Jisung bit his bottom lip, "Huh?"
Minho stirred his milk in with his puffs. "You know...I could give you examples of all the stuff you don't know. It won't be fun if you just use the internet," he summed up with a shrug.
Jisung slammed a hand on the counter, his juice spilling over the side of cup and onto his hand.
"M-Minho!" he cried.
"Yes Jisung?" Minho replied with a wide eyed grin.
"Are y-you flirting with m-me?" he stuttered.
Minho said nothing at first but moved closer to Jisung. He lifted his hand to his mouth and let his tongue slip out. Minho licked along Jisung's hand and swiped away the stickiness of the orange juice.
He put Jisung's hand down and smiled.
"I like playing with you," he joked. Jisung could finally breathe. The thing in his chest was thumping like a bass drum, hard and fast. Almost like-
"You should have seen your face! You're so cute!" Minho laughed. He put his dishes in the sink and went back to his room.
Jisung said nothing in return but buried his head in his hands, still feeling the wetness of Minho's tongue on his hand.
Why was he so effected by this?
And why did he lik-
"Jisung!" Minho called. The younger boy went to the elder's room.
"We have 10 am lecture soon," he reminded. Jisung smiled. He knew that it would be nice living with Minho, and much less....painful.
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Lectures ended right before 1 and Minho was hungry. He wanted to teach Jisung something today, something he would need to know soon.
He wasn't sure why he played with him earlier, he wasn't really thinking and just acted. Minho had to pass it off like a joke.
All he knew was that it made him feel weird, down there. And he wasn't innocent like Jisung, he knew that meant one thing.
He was gay.

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"Hyung!" Jisung called once he left the lecture hall. Minho turned his head.
"Let's grab lunch and just talk," the younger blonde boy suggested.
Minho knew just the place. There was a little cafe within walking distance of the school. It laid right next to the train station.
Minho and Jisung walked there together in the bitter cold. Minho stole a few glances at his new roommate, eyeing how red his nose and lips got in the weather.
A little bell rang as the two entered the cafe and Jisung sneezed from the temperature difference. Minho ordered him a hot chocolate with a shot of chocolate sauce to warm him up. The younger just smiled at his hyung and never looked away.
"Seriously," he finally claimed, "I can't thank you enough for letting me stay with you."
Minho shrugged, trying to ignore the tightness of his jaw. "It's nothing a friend wouldn't do, right?" He added the last part on to question himself, not necessarily noticing he directed to Jisung.
"Yeah Minho, I'm pretty sure we're friends," he giggled. Minho exhaled steadily.
"I didn't know, I didn't wanna force y-"
"I live with you now. We have to be friends," the blonde said.
Oh right, Minho thought, we have to.
The hot chocolate and two sandwiches came on a small plate carried by a nice waitress. She shot a look at the two boys then smiled and walked off.
Jisung took a small sip of his drink and felt the color rush to his cheeks as he warmed up.
"This is warm!"
Minho wanted to punch himself in the face. How could he be so cute? How could he be so clueless? All the time? How did he not notice Minho noticing-
"Yeah, ha."
"So hyung, what are we doing today?" the latter asked.
"Learning," he replied and pushed his arms forward to reach Jisung's shoulders. The boy put down his drink and looked right in his eyes. His cheeks grew redder as he continued to stare.
"Today, we start teaching you about life. More specifically, drugs," Minho said attentively.
Jisung nodded and placed his hands on top of Minho's absentmindedly. The elder sucked in his lip but spoke anyways.
"Drugs are addictive substances that you should never, ever, do. They will ruin your chances at succeeding in life. Some are prescribed like medicine and you should take those, but drugs like-"
As Minho rambled on and on about cocaine and weed and pills he stopped focusing on what he was saying and looked into Jisung's eyes.
The boy had chocolate galaxies for eyes, it was like looking in a pool of glimmering coffee beans. One tiny little ray of sunlight struck the boy's eyes and illuminated his iris like a caramel lantern.
That was when Minho knew one thing for sure,

he was gay,

and his drug of choice?

Jisung.