Minho POV
I sit there, in class for once. My teacher was teaching about something, but I couldn't pay attention. My brain kept replaying what had happened. Jisung's warm lips pressed on mine for a few sweet seconds.
My brain was fuming with ideas of how to make up for what I did. I mean, he almost died.
A card? Too simple. Coffee? Overdone.
A necklace? Maybe.
I grab my bag and slip out the door unnoticed. I slip out of my building and walk around the campus. I had my airpods in and my hands trembled in the cold air. I walk along the pathways up to the dorm building.
Jisung didn't have class today, so he was probably there. I go to knock on his door. There was a soft shuffling and the door opens to Jisung. He gasps and hides his face.
"What? Do I look tired?" I ask.
"It's- no- I have a thing." He says nervously while turning away.
I peek at him, seeing he had on a pair of glasses. I smile. I quietly go into the room while he kept his back to me.
"Sorry, I was organizing my closet." He points to his bed, covered in a rainbow of clothes in all styles.
I smile and sit next to the heap of clothes while he hides his glasses. He reaches for his contacts.
"You know, I wear glasses too." I shrug.
He looks at me with his eyes squinted. "I hate them. I wanna get lasik as soon as I can."
"Why? I thought you looked cute." I tilt my head.
"That doesn't count if you like me."
"Yes, it does count." I pout.
He shyly puts his glasses back on. "If it's just us, I guess it'll be fine." He blushes.
I hold his waist and smile. He was warm. I breathe in his smell of flowers, his hands wrapping around me. I rub small circles on his skin, making him gasp quietly.
"Can I help you with the closet?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No, I got it." He looks at me while I look up at him.
His bareface and glasses and messy hair made him look like a different person. Cute as fuck still. I watch as he pulls away and scratches his forehead, his hand on his hip.
"Actually, if you don't mind-" He giggles before he could finish.
I get up and look at the pile of clothes. He hands me a few hangers with his red clothes, then orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. It wasn't much. He had more blue than the other colors. He brings me to the empty closet and takes the hangers from me in the same order he gave them.
We sit on his bed and organize his pink clothes, since he has so much. He looks at me.
"So, um, some of this is Seungmin's, so if you find something with a cum stain, it's not mine." He smiles softly.
"I don't judge. It's okay." I chuckle.
He picks up a lace top, thinking for a moment. He gasps and covers his mouth.
"What's that?" I ask with a sly smile.
He blushes bright red, hiding it behind himself. "Nothing!"
"Let me see it." Bite the inside of my lip.
He shyly shows me the lace top, seeing it had pink leather straps on it. "I forgot this existed." He covers his mouth.
I smirk. "I'd like to see it on you."
A pretty shade of red floods his cheeks and ears. I bite the inside of my cheek, realizing that probably wasn't the best thing to say. He puts his hands in his lap.
We look at each other. As if we both clicked, we rush to each other, passion coursing warmly through our veins. Our lips meet and he was shaking. I hold his waist in my hands.
"Fuck, are you okay?" I ask.
He presses himself to me. "Please, I need to feel you." He grips the fabric of my shirt.
I kiss his neck, soft whines tumbling from his lips. He grips my hair, making my pants tighten.
He looks at me. "Ba gentle, please."
I nod. "of course, Baby."
