Prize Claw || MinSung

iii. misc.

surprisingly, it's jisung who stirs awake first. he's about to get up, however, until he realizes that his fingers are intertwined with the older. jisung is surprised by the gesture, sure, but what surprises him more is how a leg is wrapped around his small waist shamelessly. he decides to toy with his hyung.

"minho-hyung~" he cooes, fingers tracing just barely at the older's honey tinted thighs. minho whines, swatting the hand away and groaning about a headache from the previous night. "regret.... minho is regretful." minho mumbles, jisung being nevertheless surprised by the older's use of third person... especially doing so in a slightly less clouded state.

jisung smiles to himself, more mischievously, and decides to tease him more. he gets rather close to his face, forehead just barely a centimeter apart from the older's before a remark stops his crude attempt.

"don't you dare make me kiss you." minho's eyes narrow to get jisung away. "is that a threat?" jisung plays off. "it could be. i bite, move." minho states in a provoked manner. jisung laughs off the stiff atmosphere between them and backs away, giving his hyung some space to 'wake up' properly.

minho rubs at the sleepiness in his eyes, a headache brewing from a hangover but so much more better off due to jisung's weird home remedies. he makes a mental note to remember them and tell juyeon of them—juyeon. that's right.

"fuck, juyeon..." minho mumbles, scrambling for his phone and patting away at his bedhead.  jisung smiles sweetly, urging him to proceed with having to notify juyeon of their next actions. minho freezes at the gesture, a tint of pink spilling across his face. he decides to make an excuse to stay longer, ready for more remedies from jisung. "i'll just send juyeon a text—"

"is he your boyfriend?" jisung probes, causing minho to tense at the sudden question. "i-i- um, no. we're just roommates AND best friends— why do you ask anyway?"  jisung shrugs, seemingly curious as he responds "it just seems like it."

minho clicks his tongue at the response, crawling out of bed and making a gesture for jisung to follow suit. "do you have anything i can wear?" jisung smirks, a hint of a gummy smile poking through. "is this the classic 'i want to wear my boyfriend's clothes' excuse?"

minho smacks at jisung's shoulder playfully. "just get me something, the clothes i wore last night reek of alcohol and honey now." he points out the pile on the floor from which he can somehow smell despite the distance he held from it. jisung huffs a mere 'fine' and tries to find clothing that would be big enough to suit the older.

at some point while rummaging through the closet, he finds a high waisted pleated skirt; his last girlfriend left it. he winces when he even remotely thinks about his hyung in it before looking through some more. he finds an oversized knit sweater and pair of jeans that his friend changbin had left once from a night of crashing on the couch; thank god changbin had recently started working out because the pair fit minho perfectly.

"here." he imposes as he shoves the clothes against minho's chest. minho pauses as he looks them over "...there's no shirt." jisung groans at the implication "just don't wear one, it's not that hard." despite the light tone, minho doesn't make a snarky response and instead shies away. lee minho, shying away from a comeback like this? jisung barely knew the young man but nevertheless found it strange.

"you—you want me to not wear one??" the older inquired, it was how his ex-boyfriend bang chan loved to see him. jisung hummed in agreement, yet in a confused tone by the reaction he had got. "...yeah? something wrong?"