Dexsany, Academy Of Witchcraft {L.Mh - H.Js}

11

"For fucks sake Jisung, you gotta run faster." Minho hissed, he was dragging the younger behind him like some kind of rag doll.
"I'm not a fucking superhuman like you remember!" Jisung snapped back. They were running trough one of the main halls, trying to loose Chan.
"Then jump on!"
"What?!"
"Jump on!"
In less than a second, Minho had swooped Jisung up on his back, making the younger shriek in fear. They were lucky it was in the middle of breakfast making the halls emptier that any other time of the day, because at the moment they looked extremely like a couple. Minho was sprinting around with a gleeful smile on his face, and Jisung jumping up and down on his back clearly frightened.

Minho started to slow down as they got closer to Jisung's dorm room.
"Wanna skip class?" Minho put Jisung down in front of the door.
"I don't know, I should probably be there." Jisung mumbled, avoiding Minho's eyes. Jisung's grades weren't really that good, they were unpleasant to say at least. And he didn't really feel like Minho needed to know that if he didn't put his full attention towards school, chances of getting anything better than a big fat fail, were slim.
"Jisung I can read your mind when you do that, live a little, it's only for today." Minho put his hand around the younger's shoulder.
"Stop reading my mind."
"Stop thinking really hard about stupid things then." Mimho teased him.
"Fuck you."
"Ehhh yes please!"

Minho shut the door behind him harshly, making sure it was locked.
It felt like they were back in Jisung's room down in Cobham, the room where they both had experienced so incredibly many new things.
Their lips were millimeters from each other's, the dizzy air dancing in between them.
Yesterday it had been plainly sexual, but now something different was hanging in the air around them.

Minho was the first to react. In the matter of milliseconds, he had pressed his lips on Jisung's, pinning his wrists against the door. However many times he did it, he knew he could never get used to the younger's lips against his. It didn't matter how sloppy and clumsy the kiss was, the chemistry in between them was undeniable.

Minho sucked Jisung's bottom lip into his mouth, making the younger whimper in satisfaction. It was always like this, but never like this. For some reason, everything was completely different from how they usually made out. It was like everything was on fire, and to be honest, Minho wasn't sure it wasn't.

"Wow." Jisung whispered, pulling back from the older.
"I'm- I- Okay." He then said, a smile slowly spreading on his face, as he leaned his head back on the door. Looking stupidly stunning.
"You're unbelievable. How am I supposed to keep my cool when you look that good?!" Minho raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"You're not supposed to keep cool, you're supposed to fuck the living shit out of me. Now come on." Jisung gained a sudden burst of confidence, and took Minho's hand, dragging him over to his bed.

"Is that a challenge?" Minho smirked, before pushing the younger down.
"Holy fuck yes."