Into the Hornet's Nest

16

          For the past three weeks, whether as an excuse or not, Han has been too busy with home life and work to visit Minho. Minho has used the time to continue making progress on the house, using the focus to drive thoughts of Han out of his mind. He works himself to exhaustion every day, hating the nights where he is alone and left to his regrets. He hates that he can't be sure if Han is lying or not, often missing messages and calls. Minho isn't doing it to be obsessive, but out of his desperate need for the normal interactions he wishes he hadn't put at stake. He considers going to the store, just popping in to see Han while he buys something and leaves after just in case he really doesn't want to see him, but he levels himself down to not wanting to see that harsh reality played out just because of his selfishness. More than once Minho has considered changing his background on his phone, being swayed only by the ability to click his phone once and see Han before falling back asleep. It's pathetic, he thinks, how nothing feels right without Han being around him. Maybe it's the homey looking house that feels so empty, or the way his passenger seat is always kept from its purpose. Maybe he's overreacting, considering he had expected Han to pull away from him. He knew he was jumping the gun, but the itching in his skin for him to tell Han was becoming unbearable. The fiery regret of doing it is far worse, the empty feeling in his chest entirely counterproductive. So, he calls Han in the hope of seeing him over the weekend. The line rings three times, Minho already nervous that he may be met with the answering machine again just as he hears the sweet, sweet voice of Han.

          "Han Jisung," Minho breathes, everything in his body settling into its rightful place and washing away his discomfort. He's overcome with sudden exhaustion, relaxed so intensely by hearing the voice in his speaker. He really is too whipped for this boy; he can't imagine himself wanting to move away from him. "I miss you. Free this weekend?" Minho breathes out, holding his breath while he waits for an answer. He holds it to avoid it getting knocked out of him should Han say no, a soft hum filling his ear and making him lose it anyway. "I can pick you up, just text me the time?" He asks hopefully.
          "Okay, hyung." Han says, making Minho nearly cry at the realization of how much he's missed hearing Han calling him that. He smiles against the phone, feeling ridiculous about how emotional he's being. He used to be so stoic, what happened to him? Oh, right, Han happened. "How are you?" Han asks, Minho nearly choking on air. He coughs twice, clearing his throat. "Are you sick?" Minho fawns over Han's concern for him, considering if he should fake a cold for Han to come help him. No, he's not that desperate.
          "I'm excited to see you now," Minho admits, smiling like an idiot when he hears Han's laugh through the phone. "I mean it, it's been so dull without you." Minho says, immediately hoping it won't be considered too much by the younger. Han hums, another faint chuckle flowing through the phone.
          "I miss you too, hyungie." Han sighs, Minho hears rustling in the background. "Are you free now?" Minho's heart jumps, his mouth repeating yes, yes, yes like a mantra before his brain processes it. He's really got to find more friends.
          Han tells him to come pick him up, Minho already loading himself into the truck and letting the engine come alive for the first time in weeks. Minho hangs up after agreeing, shamelessly breaking every speed limit on the way to Han's house. He feels far more alive than he should while doing it, but it's Han. It's the sweetest, most attractive, best boy he knows. It's the boy he's fallen for, and for Minho to fall in love? It's no small feat; and it's not even been long. Minho wants to roll his windows down and scream to the world I love you, Han Jisung! He wants to go and buy a fucking ring, sling it on a necklace, and give it to Han as some sort of promise to stay in his life for as long as he'll let him. He's practically vibrating in his seat when he sees Han beginning to walk down the driveway - he did get here early, after all. He can't contain himself, parking and leaving the engine on and the door open as he runs out to Han, Han's laugh filling the air around them as Minho lifts Han into a hug. If he thought hearing his voice was going to make him cry, he doesn't know how he feels right now. Han seems so happy to see him, making Minho nearly twice as happy if that's even possible. If he didn't have to drive, he would refuse to let go of Han. But he does, setting him down and just staring at him with a wide smile. Han blushes, nodding to the truck and trying to hold in his own smile.

          Bringing Han into the house brings Minho an unbelievable amount of peace, the upgrades seeming to truly be worth the work by the look on Han's face. It has been nearly a month since Han has been here, so Minho lets him look around while following behind him; happy to just be within a four foot radius. God, he swears he could cry just looking at him. His hair is slightly longer, his hair has been dyed back to it's natural black, and Minho may faint at the tan he's developed.
          Minho follows Han into the attic, a place he has avoided since the incident that last happened up here. Han sits on the couch, Minho following and immediately pulling Han against him. Han lets out a small giggle, Minho tightening his arms around him and burying his face into his neck. He's missed how Han smells, missed the soft skin under his fingertips. He's missed Han.

          Han turns in his arms, the two of them simply staring and letting the silence speak their apologies for them. Minho can't help the tears that well up because of how desperately he wants to kiss Han, how tight his chest feels against his thumping heart. Han's eyes move down to Minho's lips and then again to his eyes. Minho can't pretend not to notice, doing the same to Han and leaning his head a bit closer. He swallows when he sees Han pull away from the closeness, a sense of urgency rushing over Minho. Now or never.
          "Han Jisung," Minho whispers, Han blushing at his strained tone. "Please, fuck," Minho mutters, looking into Han's eyes again. "Kiss me." Minho whispers again, a tear threatening to roll down his cheek. Han stares at his lips, nodding mindlessly and closing his eyes as his body leans forward. Minho swears he can feel the fireworks people talk about in movies, their mouths moving slowly while Han's hands find the sides of Minho's face. Minho can only hope this is everything Han wanted, because it certainly is for him. The way Han is holding his face, the way his own hands are loosely clasped behind Han's neck and running through the hair there; everything is perfect. Their rhythm - so slow and nearly sensual, the atmosphere of the slowly heating room. Minho wants to whine when Han pulls away, but he assumes that he doesn't want this one to end up like the last. So, they smile. They laugh quietly at the other's cute flushed face, and they kiss again. The second one is much shorter, only just more than a peck, but Minho is still exploding from it nonetheless. Minho brushes their noses together three times, Han smiling as he does so.
          "I wish you didn't have to leave," Han whispers, Minho giving an apologetic smile. He does too. "I could kiss you forever." Han says, Minho blushing furiously and whining when he hears Han chuckle about it.
          "I would let you." Minho says truthfully, kissing Han's forehead. Han grins, turning to lean against Minho's chest.

That is what happened the last time Minho saw Han. 

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*gasp*