Do that again || MINSUNG

III

"No," Minho spoke firmly as he tried to force the door closed, Jisung putting his foot in between.

"Min, you know we need to talk about this, you want us to go back to how we used to be, right?" the smaller argued as he noticed the other getting teary-eyed once again.

"Fine," the older left from behind the door, this time retreating into the kitchen. Jisung followed behind uncomfortably after closing the door, not very satisfied with the awkward silence that had ensued.

"Please, talk to me, baby, what's on your mind?" the smaller felt desperate as he spoke softly, afraid to hurt his baby, his kitten, his love.

"I texted you that I'll talk about it once I'm over it, right? Why are you even here?" Minho responded harshly, but refused to turn around. He didn't want to see Jisung; he knew he'd start crying all over again.

"Min, this won't just pass with time. I can't be your boyfriend right now, you know that."

"Then why are you even here?!" the older cried out, this time turning around, his eyes filled with tears. He couldn't help it, he was sensitive.

"I want to resolve this, Minho. I don't want to lose you, baby," Jisung took a few steps closer until the two were barely 10 centimeters apart from each other. "I love you, kitten."

"If you really did, wouldn't you be proud to hold my hand?"

Hurt flashed across both of the boys' faces as those words were spoken, silence following.

"Look, fuck, Minho, you have separation anxiety, I have this. You're terrified to be alone, I'm terrified to be seen in public with you."

Those probably weren't the right words; he could tell from the way the older's eyes let a few tears slip, rolling down his cheeks quickly.

"I meant you as in, you know, a gay guy," Jisung tried to correct himself but Minho shook his head with a laugh, making the former furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"I can't believe it was my fault all along," he commented and ran upstairs, leaving a rather terrified yet confused boy behind. Terrified, he didn't know what the other was going to do, he ran after his kitten fast.

"I'm so fat, this is all because of me. All because I made a big problem about something small like I always do, so ugly. Fat and ugly pig," Minho couldn't stop throwing insults at himself, despising the man who he saw in the mirror.

"Baby, that's not true," Jisung followed into his room right behind the older, feeling a bit helpless. It was hard to get Minho back to reality when he slips into a headspace where he can't stop hating everything about himself.

"Like you'd know! You're just saying that because you're in love with me!" the taller argued back, hands traveling to pull at his own hair.

"Kitten, because I'm in love with you I know you best. I know every little detail in everything you do, I notice everything about you and I think that you're so beautiful, so pretty," Jisung began, voice sweet as honey, almost making Minho want to cry, but he couldn't. He had already cried too much today like the crybaby he is, always crying about minor inconveniences. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, you don't deserve Jisung.

"I want to be your boyfriend, if that makes you happy. I can try, for you. I think you're perfect, even all your flaws are perfect, everything about you is perfect. I do want to show you off, I do want to tell everyone that you're mine. I want to love you, Minho. To me, you're heaven on earth."

"Please, please, touch me, touch me to let me know you're real," the older pleaded before Jisung moved to kiss him, peeling the former's hands from his face and intertwining their fingers. Their lips moved together carefully, gently. Lovingly, Jisung squeezed his baby's hands before pulling away.

But Minho chased after his lips, suffocating a groan in the back of his throat in the process. He didn't want to stop kissing Jisung yet, it wasn't enough. The shorter had to suppress his smile, kissing back slowly, hands moving up to cup the older's face. This time, Jisung succeeded in pulling away by holding Minho's face with both hands, who in turn let out another whine in protest, blushing once he realized how subby he had become after his slight breakdown.

"I love you, kitty," Jisung smiled brightly at the taller, who smiled timidly in return.

"Love you too, Sir," Minho had responded softly, almost inaudibly. But it was loud enough for the other to hear, making the shorter tackle his baby, throwing the both of their bodies on Minho's unmade bed.

"Let's take a nap and cuddle, you deserve it baby. So pretty for me," Jisung commented on his smile, making the older boy blush and crawl under the sheets, hiding under the blankets when he heard his boyfriend's loud laugh.

Deciding to get back to Jisung again, he rolled over to get onto the younger's legs, crawling up his boyfriend until they met face to face, Minho whispering a small "hi" as the other took his breath away.

"Don't make that face, you look dumb," the older commented on the smaller's smug face, hand ghosting over his clothed cock to get rid of it.

"You're such a fucking tease, Minho, stop that," Jisung said in playful sternness, grinding against the taller's hand with a slight grin. The older took away his hand in response, snickering at the expression Jisung made.

"Can we C&C?"

"C&C sounds stupid, just say cockwarm and cuddle, it's not that hard."

"No, it's pretty hard," Minho laughed quietly, hand stroking the younger's dick inside his pants with a small blush coating his cheeks.

"Let's stretch you first, baby," Jisung whispered, stroking his baby's hair as the latter nodded, getting on his knees and turning around, his ass facing Jisung. The younger squeezed his cheeks before pulling his pants down, Minho's arms failing him as he face-planted into the bed with a squeak, surprised by the action.

"So cute," the smaller had whispered pressing small kisses on his rim before pouring some lube on his fingers from Minho's nightstand. Jisung slipped one finger in with ease, the older pushing back almost greedily.

"Please, Sung, please do it quickly, wanna feel you," the taller had said in a small voice, Gimpo dialect seeping through softly. Jisung loved Minho's voice, it was so cute, so timid, but so pretty, especially his broken moans, his fucked-out babbling.

The younger scissored in and out of his boyfriend quickly, three fingers buried into Minho's ass already.

"It's okay, Sungie, wan' you now."

Minho had a beautiful blush coating his slightly chubby cheeks, light blue sweater covering his hands as he rested on his elbows, back arched, looking back at Jisung's every move.

The younger smiled softly as he pulled Minho to lay next to him, spooning him. Jisung squeezed the taller's ass before entering him, earning a loud moan. They settled quite quickly and Minho fell asleep first, hand clutching the arm around his waist. Not long after, Jisung followed with his face buried in his kitten's neck.