Into the Hornet's Nest

11

            As the sun begins to set, Minho begins to dread having to go home alone. He wants to chalk it up to being bored in such a big house all alone, knowing that the supplies for the next step in renovating are still in the process of being delivered. He wants to pretend like it has nothing to do with Han specifically, telling himself that he should try and make more friends so he doesn't take up all of Han's free time. He thinks about this while laying beside Han in the perfect sized bed, both of them on their backs with only their shoulders and arms touching. Maybe Minho thinks about intertwining their fingers, maybe he thinks about pulling the boy closer to him. He doesn't, though, looking at Han's peaceful looking expression as they listen to music playing through Han's small speaker. Minho's head is turned just enough to look over his closed eyes, to admire his eyelashes and how defined his profile is. Maybe he considers even kissing him. Maybe. Minho feels his heart swell along with the song playing, something about being in Han's safe space making him lose his breath. He's comfortable with Minho being here, with laying beside him and even closing his eyes while they lay in silence. If it weren't for the occasional soft humming to the tune, Minho would have assumed he had fallen asleep. 

          Minho raises himself gently, propping himself up on his elbow and twisting his torso to half-heartedly face Han. Han seems unbothered by the shifting, Minho slowly bringing his hand up to cup one side of Han's face. He flinches at first, not expecting the touch, but allows Minho to turn his head toward him. Han's eyes flutter open slowly, finding Minho leaning over his face just close enough to make his heart stutter. Minho looks half determined and half confused, his eyes flicking over Han's entire face while his hand remains softly against his cheek. Neither of them speak, Han waiting patiently for whatever Minho intends to do. 

          Another moment passes, Han lifting himself onto his elbows as well, only his head facing Minho.  Minho instinctively moves away as Han's face rises toward him, his faint blush hidden by the lights overhead being just dim enough. Minho sighs quietly, setting their foreheads together gently, closing his eyes and letting their noses bump softly in the process. Although it is easy to avoid, both boys act like their lips brushing together is an accident. It isn't much, the smallest friction between them lighting so many fires at once. Minho swears he can hear Han swallow nervously, every instinct in him screaming for him to make it happen again. So he does, their lips lingering together without any pressure from either side. They breathe against each other slowly, each of them trying to calm their hearts from the almost too perfect feeling. Minho lets out a small huff, exhilaration making him lose his mental footing. He pulls away enough to instead rub their noses together three times, their faces remaining close as each of them blink their eyes open to confirm that something actually almost happened this time. They blush, Han glancing down and Minho to the side. Neither of them see the other's faint smile, or the way one bites their lip softly or the other blinks the shock out of his system, respectively. They lay back down in silence, each of them on their backs again. They don't talk about it, Minho just nodding happily when Han whispers an offer for him to stay the night. The song changes. 

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Slow burn tag was invented for this story, I swear.