𝐟𝐰𝐛 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

~five

vexie2003

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Jisung rolled over in bed and grabbed his phone, not bothering to check the caller ID as he picked up a call. "You'd better be dead or dying," he groaned, "What the fuck do you want?"

"Wow, so you're always this much of a bitch," Minho spoke from the other line. "Also you sound sexy when you groan like that." As if he could feel Jisung's glare, he cleared his throat. "Anyway you should come over."

Jisung pulled the phone away from his face and glanced at the time. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he responded, "Wow, Minho, I truly am honoured to be your 3 am booty call. Unfortunately, a bitch has to sleep, so goodnight asshole."

"Hey, chill, I didn't even say anything. Stop making assumptions, Ji. I don't know what kind of shit goes on in your head," his tone grew wicked, "but if that's a hint, I like it-" Continuing hurriedly to avoid Jisung's irritation, "but I'm not calling you because I'm horny; I'm calling because I'm lonely and bored. Come over and watch a movie with me and you can sleep over." Minho didn't allow Jisung to respond before hanging up the call.

Jisung crawled out of bed, groggily searching for a pair of shoes, a warmer shirt, and his car keys. Once he found them, he was on his way. He was tired, beyond exhausted, and it was definitely not safe for him to be driving, but he and Minho had a deal. After only fifteen minutes, Jisung found himself on Minho's front porch, shifting his weight back and forth as he debated whether he should actually knock and go inside or just head home. He wasn't given a choice as the door opened and an arm shot out, wrapping around Jisung's waist and pulling him inside.

Minho smiled at the boy in his arms as he greeted him politely. He took Jisung's hand and led him upstairs. When they reached the end of the hallway, Minho did jazz hands at his room, where he had set up a cozy space to watch movies, with fairy lights and fluffy blankets. With a giddy squeal, Minho tackled Jisung into the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, wrapping his arms around the younger boy and smiling brightly. "I'm glad you're here," he whispered.

Jisung was taken aback. Minho had never been this nice to him before. He quietly said, "I'm happy to be here." Uncomfortable, he changed the subject. "So, what are we gonna watch?"

Minho put in a DVD. "Annabelle?"

Jisung's eyes crinkled in slight, covered-up concern. "A horror movie?"

Minho smirked. "I'll hold your hand. Don't worry."

Jisung bit his lip, not noticing the way Minho's eyes zeroed in and narrowed.

Minho smoothed his expression and tugged Jisung down onto his lap, disrupting the pillow fort. They fell back laughing as the towers of fluff buried them.

Minho resurfaced digging for Jisung, finding the younger boy curled up holding his sides, looking hurt.

"Ji, are you-" Minho didn't finish because Jisung tackled him and started beating him with a pillow.

"You little-" Minho chuckled and then flipped them over, balancing on his elbows so he was close to Jisung.

"Hey, princess," he whispered to the boy below him, whose expression just got a hell of a lot more serious.

"Hey," he murmured back, and Minho nearly shook with effort to refrain from licking that whisper right out of his baby's mouth.

The background music to the beginning of the movie began to play, but neither paid any mind.

Jisung ran a hand through Minho's hair. "Hey..."

It was his touch that did him in. Minho fell into Jisung's body and their lips met, both leaning to the side tangling their legs in, getting as close as possible.

Minho wondered if it was possible to want to melt into someone, and Jisung wondered if he had morning breath.

All thoughts flew out the window when Minho yanked his shirt above his head, grinning darkly when Jisung blushed.

"You've seen me like this, babe," Minho reminded him lowly, liking the red on Jisung's cheeks.

In a state of boldness, Jisung slipped out of his shirt too, and almost immediately the heat of their skin collided as Minho trailed kisses down the younger boy's jaw, focusing his attention on one spot on his baby's neck, lightly sucking it slowly, over and over again, as the boy beneath him moaned and arched his back. Gripping the older boy's arm, Jisung lifted up against him, grinding lightly. The boy on top of him groaned, eliciting a giggle from the one beneath. Growling, Minho returned to his task at hand, sucking on Jisung's neck like it was his fucking job. Jisung groaned. Chuckling, Minho bit down.

Jisung smacked him.

So Minho drew back.

Jisung whined, sending an adorable pout.

"Don't smack me," Minho ordered.

Jisung smacked him again.

The little-

"I said, don't fucking smack me," Minho said in a louder, commanding voice.
(A hot, louder, commanding hot voice.)

Jisung merely smiled.

Minho shrugged and got off him, casually walking to the DVD played and hitting play.
Pouting, Jisung wrapped his arms around the older boy. Daringly, he ran his teeth over his ear.

Then he smacked him again.

"Come on, Min," he teased. "Can't take a joke?"

Minho ignored him admirably until Jisung sat in his lap.

In a flash, Minho had him against the wall. "Watch it," he growled.

Jisung just grinned. "Or fucking what?"