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“I wanna fuck Jisung,” Minho announces, blinking in the direction of the boy across the cafeteria. His lips brush the straw and then he sucks in the drink. 

Seungmin looks at him sideways. “Do you want us to leave…?”

“Obviously not right now.”

“Oh wow,” Felix raises his eyebrows. “Since when do y–”

Minho clears his throat, glancing between them all. “There’s this vibe I've been getting from him lately. Like he’s showing me he’s interested.”

Felix seems to be in thought, then decides to speak up, saying the words probably on everyone’s mind. 

“Isn’t he lowkey straight?”

Well, maybe it wasn’t phrased that way in everyone else’s minds. 

“I know him, Yongbok, he’s not straight,” Minho states “If he’s straight, then I’m straight.”

Seungmin snickers. “Definitely not straight if that’s the case.”

“I mean I don’t think he is, but it’s a what if,” Felix defends. “He’s really secretive about these things,” he murmurs.

“What things?” Chan asks. 

“Like, talking about experience or who he likes,” Felix says. “I don’t ask him about it because I don’t want him to share anything he’s not comfortable with, but the most he’ll say is that he’s going on dates and they never work out. Honestly? I don’t even think he’s going on those…”

“He never says who with,” Seungmin adds. “Or any detail at all. But he doesn’t seem like the hookup type.”

Felix hums. “What do you think, Chris?” 

“I think we shouldn’t speculate or debate someone’s sexuality,” Chan answers, receiving a few eyerolls. He sighs defeatedly. “I don’t know… with the lyrics he and Bin used to write with me, he was definitely into girls, I think. I suppose that still wouldn’t prove he’s straight, though.”

“Maybe he’s insecure?” Felix suggests. “He might not have explored it much.”

“He could explore it with me,” Minho states confidently, receiving a smack on the arm. He glares. “You are all overcomplicating this. Also, you’ve known I’ve had my eye on him all year. I really like him.”

“Uh, hang on, no. We didn’t know. We assumed, and you didn’t tell us ‘til now,” Chan corrects, sounding slightly irritated. 

“This is why I don’t share things,” Minho mumbles. 

Chan’s expression changes. 

“That’s not the issue here. Minho, we’re all friends, but I’ve known Jisung and Changbin for longer than any of you and it’s my job to protect them.”

Minho’s eyebrows furrow. “Protect them from what?”

“Being hurt.”

“What makes you think I’d ever hurt Jisung?” he asks, offended. “You know me.”

“Yes, Minho, I know you like to sleep around,” Chan mutters. 

The others remain silent, the atmosphere quickly becoming tense and borderline awkward. 

“Yeah?” Minho bites back. “How come you and I haven’t fucked then? You’re worse than I am.”

“Guys…” Felix attempts to mediate. 

“Nah, hang on,” Chan laughs, a dangerous look in his eyes, challenging. “You can’t just talk about him like he’s a piece of fucking meat and expect me to go, ‘oh, yeah, go ahead, fuck him and throw him away!’”

Minho’s anger turns into hurt. 

“That’s what you think I’d do?”

“That’s the thing you’re not understanding, Minho, I don’t know! I don’t know what you’re willing to do and if you’d even realise you’re hurting him or hurting your friendship! But I really don’t think hooking up with your close friend is a good idea.”

Minho turns to the others, trying to keep his voice calm. 

“Who do you think Jisung trusts more than anyone in the world? Who knows him the best? Who spends the most time with him? Who just told you they like him only to get this shitty response?”

“Um, you,” Seungmin mumbles, then turns his attention back to his food. 

Chan takes a sharp breath. 

“If you really liked him that much, you wouldn’t mess things up.”

“Excuse me?” Minho scoffs. 

“I didn’t think this needs saying, but since you seem insistent–no, Minho, you’re not gonna fuck Jisung,” Chan orders, tone completely serious. 

“Oh I’m gonna fuck Jisung.”

“He’s one of my best friends.”

“You’ve had sex with Hyunjin and he’s one of my best friends.”

“…”

“Anything else?” Minho asks, smiling like he’s won. 

But he can’t deny he’s concerned at how Chan pauses, like he has something to say but is reluctant. 

And then Chan speaks. 

“You’re really willing to risk your friendship like that?” 

It’s silent. No one is willing to input or joke about it. 

Of course the thought has crossed Minho’s mind. It’s what has held him back for so long. 

But lately it’s really, truly felt like… 

Like Jisung might like him back. 

The way he quietly reaches for his hand when they watch movies. How he sits between Minho’s legs, cuddling him with his back to his chest. How he blushes even at something as small as being called jagi, and his thighs squeeze together at other pet names Minho’s been using. 

Minho likes him. A lot. As a friend and as more, which is why he wants to act on it.

If Jisung wants something, Minho wants to give it to him. It’s that simple. It should be that simple. Of course he’d be careful, but…

But Chan’s reasonable. Chan’s right. 

He shouldn’t risk the friendship like that.

“Fine. I’m not gonna fuck Jisung.”

Sweaty palms drip the flesh of Jisung’s hips, pants and heavy breaths echoing in the room as Minho slams into him, the slapping of skin punctuating each thrust.

“Hah–harder, hyung! Don’t–stop–!”

The boy pushes back into it and meets him with equal passion. His body jerks forward, Minho’s hands quickly grabbing and pulling him up so his back aligns with his chest. 

“You want it harder, baby?” His hand drags up his stomach and chest until it reaches his neck, wrapping around it loosely. “I’ll give you harder. Will you promise me you can take it?”

“Yes–yes, I promise–hngh–ah!”

“Such a good fucking boy,” Minho spits, pulling out briefly but carefully and flipping him to lie on his back. 

He spreads his thighs and pushes them up to his chest before reinserting himself at an angle impossibly deeper. 

Jisung immediately moans out and it’s loud, borderline pornographic. He reaches for his shoulders, tugging him down so their bodies don’t even have an inch of space between them. 

Minho’s arms hook under his knees and fold his body, stretching his limbs in a way that has to burn, but he knows he likes it. He wouldn’t be begging for more if he didn’t.

“Such a slut, Sung-ah…” he mutters, mouthing at his jaw and leaving the traces of saliva that were on his lower lip. 

“‘m not a slut,” Jisung whines quietly, taking each thrust like he was made to. 

Minho wasn’t believing it. Not for a minute.

“Not a slut?” He asks, voice contrastingly soft. 

“Mhmm–”

“Never seen someone made for my cock like you are and you’re telling me you’re not a slut, huh?” 

“I’m not!” he insists, head thrashing as he shakes it from side to side in denial. 

“You know what I think, Jisungie?” Minho asks. “I think you love cock. I think you love it so much you can’t even talk about it to any of us. And you were telling me you’re pent up? Ah, such a cutie…”

“No–”

“No? You don’t?”

“I–I don’t what?”

“How many people have seen my Jisungie like this? Does he always take it this well?” Minho coos. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” Jisung replies firmly, exhaling. “‘m not a slut. Only let hyung fuck me. Can’t be a slut if I’ve only let you–”

“What?”

Minho freezes his movements to stare down at the boy. 

“…”

“What did you say?”

Jisung refuses. “You heard me… I’m not repeating it.”

“Repeat it.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to repeat it.”

Jisung hesitates, desperately staring at him probably in hope of him saying something further, but it never comes. He gives in, covering his own face in embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” he says, muffled into his own hands. “I thought you might not wanna have sex with me if you knew I was a virgin…”

“I didn’t ask you to apologise,” Minho replies, quiet but firm. He grips the side of Jisung’s thigh and squeezes it closer to his own body. “I asked you to say it again, Sung…”

Jisung slowly moves away his hands, a skeptical look on his face. 

“Only let… hyung fuck me…” he repeats, a little embarrassed. 

“Yeah? Who’s your hyung?” Minho asks, leaning in to nip at his ear, softly panting into it when he resumes, rolling his hips and grinding into him as deep as he is without pulling out. 

Jisung chokes out a moan, red from his ears to his cheeks to his chest. 

“You,” he replies, threading his fingers into Minho’s hair. “You really don’t mind…?”

Minho exhales a laugh, nuzzling into his neck. 

“Couldn’t have at least asked me to be gentler? God, Sung… so fucking tight–I should’ve known I was wrong–gah–”

He pulls himself up to lean on his elbows, meeting his wide eyes. 

“Wanted you to feel good, and I–I like it. I like it exactly how you’re giving it to me,” Jisung explains. 

“How would you know? You have no frame of reference, cutie.”

“Hyung, hmmhhm don’t call me that…” Jisung whimpers. 

“Cutie? But you always like it so much,” Minho coos. “My cutie. My cute Jisungie, always so tempting. Your cute face and this little waist of yours.” He squeezes the dip of his waist, then drags his hand back down. 

“Please–”

He leans in to kiss his cheek then nudges his nose against his, speaking right into his skin. 

“Wanted me to corrupt you, is that it? Giving me yourself like this… you knew how badly I wanted you, huh?” he pants, rocking into him and speeding up with each word, no longer grazing his prostate, but roughly dragging against it. 

Jisung can hardly speak, any words coming out as whimpers and incoherent babbles. 

“You know, you could’ve asked for this sooner,” Minho tells him. 

“You never–oh–offered–”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true…” Minho hums in thought. “If I offer every day, will you let me do this every day?”

“Mhmm–!”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me every day?”

“Yeah. Would you like that? Could stay in my bed all day long, all night long…”

“Yeah. Wanna be in hyung’s bed…”

“Good boy!” Minho praises, pleased. “Gonna let me stretch out your tight little hole ‘til it’s shaped just for me?”

“Minho–stop, I told you, don’t talk like that–‘s too much–”

“That’s not true. You told me you love it when I talk like this.” Minho smirks, enjoying his flustered state. “And you didn’t even need to tell me. I see how you get all squirmy.”

“Please, but I’ll–hah–hyungie–”

“You’ll what? Cum? Go ahead,” Minho permits, licking a stripe from his jaw to his lips then pressing their mouths together, tongues hot as they collide and kiss with hunger. “You can cum, jagi. Cum for me.”

He swallows all of his helpless sounds, and reaches down to wrap his fingers around Jisung’s cock, stroking him in tune with each thrust. 

At the same time, he feels heat pools low in his body, pleasure overcoming him. His lips part, jaw hanging open and each breath is shared, every moan into each other’s mouths. 

He tightens his fist and Jisung’s head tips back against the pillows, back arching and eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm crashes over him in waves. 

“Beautiful,” he says under his breath, biting down on his lip to hold back sounds as his own climax approaches.

It’s too close. He can’t hold on. He lets out a strangled noise, reaching for Jisung’s hand and interlocking their fingers.

“Sung, quickly–where do you want me to…?” 

“Inside, please–”

And with those words, he’s unable to resist, spilling into him with his hot release, each thrust that follows fucking it back into him. 

“Hah–Minho–!” Jisung cries, squeezing his hands. “S-Sensitive…”

“I’m sorry, ah–I’m sorry,” Minho immediately slows to a stop, carefully pulling out and pushing himself off the boy.

He collapses next to him on the other side of the bed. They both stare up at the ceiling, catching their breaths. 

And then Minho turns his head, checking on him. 

“Jisungie,” he calls. “Do you feel okay, baby?”

Jisung groans, limbs practically limp as he straightens his legs.

“I feel sweaty… and sticky.”

Minho quickly sits back up. 

He searches the nightstand for tissues or wipes, finding the latter and grabbing a few. He shuffles down the bed, gently placing his hand on Jisung’s knee. 

“Lift your leg again,” he says softly, gesturing with his head. 

Jisung winces but does as he says. 

“Did I hurt you? Be honest with me, please Sungie…” Minho asks, trying to hide his worry but his voice audibly shakes.

He watches his face as he runs the wipe along Jisung’s stomach and between his legs. 

Jisung shakes his head. 

“You didn't hurt me at all. That was… wow. I can’t even think. I’m super exhausted. Feels good,” he assures, eyes half-lidded, watching his movements. 

“Alright.”

Minho presses a kiss to his knee, then pats it down so he can lie flat. 

Jisung smiles at him in gratitude. 

“How about you? Was it okay? Was I okay?” he asks. 

Okay? How does he even answer that? 

Jisung was more than okay. Unreal. A body that felt right pressed to his own. Lips that slot perfectly against each other. Moans that sound more beautiful than the music he makes. 

So wonderful that Minho truly meant it when he said he wants to do this every day. Unravel him every night and experience this again and again. 

So unfair that he doesn’t get to have him. Nothing will ever compare to the chemistry between them, he knows that much–always did, considering how quickly and how deeply their bond grew over the year. 

“You’re always perfect. Everything about you,” he simply says, moving on before he can respond, hoping it wasn’t too much. “I know you’re tired, but I wanna run you a bath. It’ll help the ache in your muscles. Is that okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Minho-hyung.”

Jisung looks at him the same way he always does. The way a cat would stare at someone it trusts. The way a friend would look at their dear friend. The way a lover would look at someone they love…

But they’re not lovers.

This was a hookup, as far as Minho knows, and he needs to remind himself of that as he lifts him into his arms and carries him to the half-full bathtub. 

The sound of the tap running and hitting the water drums in his ears. He already tested it to make sure it’s just hot enough. 

Jisung relaxes, exhaling and closing his eyes. 

Minho glances around awkwardly, supposing it’s a good time to leave him be. Then his eyes land on a colourful bottle. 

“Hm.”

He reaches for it–large, rose coloured. He reads the text and unscrews the cap, letting it pour under the running water. 

“Eh?” Jisung’s eyes are open, slightly wide as the first few bubbles accumulate over his open palm. He lifts it to examine, then tilts his head up curiously. “A bubble bath?”

Minho flusters, placing the bottle back where he found it. 

“It’s your bubble bath. You bought it. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Nothing. Forget it.”

“It’s cute, hyung,” Jisung says with a laugh. “Seriously. And I feel sane again, so that’s good.”

“Mhm. I’ll leave you to it then,” Minho replies politely, turning to leave, but then he hears the sound of a splash and feels Jisung’s wet hand on his wrist. 

“You don’t need to have a bath too?”

“Oh, I…”

If he showers after him, it would mean staying, which could mean staying past his welcome time. 

“Just get in here with me. Come on,” Jisung insists, tugging his wrist when he hesitates. “Minho?”

“Oh, alright.”

He doesn’t know why he’s acting this way. Is he acting awkward? Nervous? He doesn’t know. God, he needs to get his act together. 

Worried–maybe that’s it. Worried of all the what if’s. The complications. 

And who comes into his mind? Goddamn Chan. 

Did he mess up?

Jisung seems fine. He made space behind himself and that’s where Minho got in, letting him sit between his legs and lean back against his chest. 

His heart is beating all uneven and he can’t control it. 

He grabs the sponge and thoroughly coats it with shower gel, scrubbing down Jisung’s body then his own, completely wordlessly. Occasionally Jisung lets out a satisfied hum or plays with the water, but the bubbles make it difficult to wash away the soapy water on their skin. 

Minho is busy scowling at it, he almost doesn’t realise Jisung was twisting his body to face him. 

His lips are all pouty and his eyes relaxed, boring into his own. 

“You okay, bug?”

Jisung nods, sliding a hand up to Minho’s neck. It’s quiet. Intimate. 

“Kiss?” he asks, voice hardly as loud as a whisper. 

It seems he’s clingy even like this.

If it were anyone else, Minho would refuse them, probably make a face and jokingly threaten them to avoid trying it again. 

He’s never able to refuse Jisung. 

He’s already leaning in, kissing him sweetly.

How did they even end up like this?

A few hours earlier…

“Minho-hyung! You finally came over,” Jisung greets, heart shaped smile stirring something close to fondness in Minho’s chest. 

He gets in beside him on the cafeteria bench.

“It looked like you wanted me to,” he teases.

Jisung giggles. “Ah, I thought you were staring at me so I stared back,” he explains. “Don’t you have class right now with Channie-hyung?”

Minho shrugs. “You have a free period, right?”

“Yeah.”

“The weather is nice. I was thinking of going to the park,” he says casually. “I’ll probably pop into the café too, I’m craving something sweet.”

Jisung looks at him with wide eyes, voice coming out whiny. “Yah! Hyung-ah! You know how much I love the cheesecake there… you’re trying to entice me,” he accuses. 

“Maybe.” Minho laughs, their thighs brushing together under the table. 

He knows that Jisung notices from the way the boy’s eyes shoot down then back up, and his laugh comes out all nervous. 

“Well, are you gonna invite me?” Jisung asks, face bright and looking at him expectantly. 

“Come with,” Minho responds. “You’re always invited to what I do, cutie.”

“Even though you kicked me out when I was watching your dance practice last week?” Jisung asks, raising a brow. 

Minho blinks. “You were distracting,” he states matter-of-factly. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just worried that I’ll learn your moves and become a better dancer than you.” Jisung pokes his chest, laughing to himself and getting up. “Let’s head out then?”

“Eager.”

“I finished my food already!”

Minho glances around. “I thought you were sitting with Changbin and Jeonginnie.”

“Changbin-hyung just went to class, Innie is meeting with one of the professors. He’s kinda behind in math, but not too behind. I think they’re just gonna give him help with the current assignment he has,” Jisung explains. 

Minho hums, getting up too. 

“You’re behind too,” he points out. “We can study together in the café. Since you’re joining, you’ll pay for our cheesecake and coffee in return, yes?”

“No way!”

“This shit tastes so good, hyung, you gotta try it. Stop staring. Here, just try it.” Jisung holds his spoon up and gestures pointedly at what he deemed as “the perfect piece of cheesecake.”

“You’re offering yours to me?” Minho asks, eyeing it. 

“You’ve had like two bites of your own. Is it not good?”

“We ordered the same thing.”

“Just have it.”

Minho parts his lips and Jisung grins, feeding him the spoonful from across the table then watching his expression excitedly. 

“Good?”

Minho feels like he has to agree with Jisung looking at him like that. There’s no way he could call it anything other than the perfect piece of cheesecake. 

Somehow, it does taste better than his own. 

He nods. “Delicious. Thanks, Sungie.”

“This was an amazing idea.”

“Okay now, take your notebooks out,” Minho instructs. “You mentioned you have an assignment due soon. Have you started?”

“Have I started?” Jisung laughs mockingly, then his smile fades into a pout. “No…”

“Then let’s start now, yeah?”

“You’re gonna help me do it?” he asks, hopeful. 

“No, I’m gonna watch you and work on my own,” Minho states, focusing down at his work, completely meaning his words.

“You’re tough…”

“Ah, we worked hard today! I’m proud,” Jisung beams, stretching now that they’re outside walking again. 

“We were there for an hour and you spent about ten minutes studying,” Minho says. 

“You’re distracting.”

“Oh? Using my reason as an excuse?” he muses. 

“I can see how it’s a valid reason and I relate.”

“Right. Maybe try staring at me a little less–in both cases.”

Jisung is silent, but clearly flustered. 

It’s not dark out yet, but the sun begins to set early, casting shadows across the city and a subtle glow on his face. The air is cool and he closes his jacket tighter. 

“Hmm Lix won’t be home for a while. He’s staying all evening to work on his computing class,” Jisung informs, glancing at his phone then tucking it back into his pocket. “I was gonna ask him to watch the new season of EXchange with me…”

“We can watch something together. We’re walking to your dorm anyway,” Minho offers. “Not EXchange. Maybe a movie, though.”

“Deal!”

“I think you’d be a good singer, Minho-hyung. Your voice is higher than mine. I find a lot of parts difficult, but I think you would sing them well,” Jisung decides. 

They discussed many conversation topics. A few while walking through the park, many at the café while supposedly studying, some mini discussions during the movie, and now amidst the silence as they sit in Jisung’s bed, laptop shut and placed aside. 

“You sing everything well,” Minho smoothly compliments. “Besides, aren’t you a rapper?”

“I am, but Changbin-hyung can rap too. So can Channie-hyung. We’re all rappers. I wanna stand out more,” Jisung explains, determined. 

Minho looks at him. 

“What?” Jisung asks, cheeks turning a slight shade of red. Minho might not have noticed it if he didn’t expect it. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You already stand out,” Minho tells him, soft but sure. 

Jisung laughs, looking down at his lap and shaking his head.

“Jisung-ah, I mean it,” Minho emphasises. “You stood out to me the moment we met.”

“When I asked you for directions to the music room and you pointed at the sign that said ‘Upstairs: Recording Studio’?”

Minho rolls his eyes, smiling. “I led you there, didn’t I?”

“You seriously intimidated me back then,” Jisung adds. 

“Mm? Why?”

“I normally don’t interact much with people in the upper classes,” Jisung explains. 

“Are you calling me old?”

“No, not at all!” He waves his hands defensively. “I was just awkward, and it made me nervous that you made a lot of eye contact…”

“I still do.”

“You still do.”

Minho hums in thought. “Channie-hyung’s in my year but you were fine around him.”

“Of course, I’ve known him for a long time.”

“Fair enough.”

“We’ve known each other for a while now too, huh?” Jisung adds, tilting his head at him. 

“I know you’re comfortable most of the time, but even after eight months, you’re still nervous around me,” Minho notes, wondering why. 

“I think I’d be nervous even if I knew you for eight years,” Jisung responds, scratching the back of his neck. He exhales, sitting back more comfortably. “Anyway, there’s something I was wondering about…”

Minho turns to him attentively. “Yeah?”

“You’re always good at advice, hyung, but… are you any good at relationship advice?” Jisung asks reluctantly. 

An uneasy feeling starts to form inside, but Minho plays it cool. 

“Depends. I’ll help with whatever I can,” he says. “You secretly seeing someone, Sungie?”

“No, no, it’s not like that…” Jisung says with a shy laugh. “More like the opposite. I can’t bring this up around anyone without feeling like a total loser, but… ah, this is a TMI…”

Minho nods his head up encouragingly. “You can talk to me about anything at all. You know that. I’ll never judge you.”

“I know. You’re the only one I can talk to about this without feeling too embarrassed.”

“Tell me, Sungie.”

Jisung plays with his hands nervously. “I’ve felt kinda pent up lately…”

Minho swallows. 

Oh, so the conversation is taking that turn. 

He waits for him to continue. 

“Mhm?”

“And the thing is, you know I’m kinda shy to meet people,” Jisung says. “It’s not like I can just–find someone and help relieve it. Plus, I don’t even like most people. I don’t wanna do things with them.”

“Why not?”

“I’d want it to be with someone I’m comfortable with. Someone I know and trust, you know?” He looks toward him. “But it’s wrong to look at your friends that way, I’m aware of that…”

“I don’t think so,” Minho responds, taking him off guard. 

“You–you don’t?”

“Ideally, I suppose I’d want the same.”

“You like guys too, don’t you, Minho-hyung?” Jisung confirms, though that much is a known fact. 

“I do,” Minho answers, eyeing him. “Do you?”

“…”

His silence says enough. 

“Jisung-ah,” Minho calls out gently, carefully, because he does not want to misread it, but it couldn’t be any more obvious. “Do you want my help? Is that what you’re asking for?”

Jisung’s breath hitches, avoiding his gaze. Maybe he wasn’t expecting him to be so upfront. 

“Hyung…”

Minho doubles down.

“Tell me, hm? You want your hyung to help you relieve some of those pent up feelings of yours?”

“M-Mhm…”

“I need you to use your words, Jisung-ah. Tell me nice and clear.”

He places his hand over Jisung’s thigh under the covers, just letting it rest there. It gets the boy’s attention–he looks at Minho in shock, a timid but curious glint in his eyes. 

“Yes please,” he manages. 

And that’s all it takes for Minho’s hand to find his jaw and pull him in, lips meeting like two electric wires, currents flowing through their bodies at the immediate contact, and every touch like fire under their skin as Minho pulls him into his lap. 

Back to the present…

Finally back at his dorm, Minho pushes away every thought of what just happened. He tells himself he doesn’t regret it, but if he thinks about it any more, he won’t stop thinking about it. 

About Jisung. 

He pushes open the door and sees his roommate lazing around on the couch, a few brushes and half-painted canvases on the table in front. 

“Welcome home,” Hyunjin greets. 

“Hi, Hyunjin-ah.”

“How was class?” Hyunjin questions. 

Minho chuckles, setting aside his bag and inspecting the fridge. 

“You’re asking me this now?”

“Eh, it’s only one a.m.” Hyunjin shrugs, watching. “There are leftovers if you want. Jeonginnie was over for dinner.”

Minho hums, finding the food in a neat container. 

“Class was fine. Sorry I couldn’t make it to our last one.”

“What were you up to?”

"Just hanging out with Jisung.”

“Oh! How’s he doing? I haven’t spoken to him in a bit. All this damn coursework…” he mutters.

“He’s fine.”

“How’s the music he’s working on?”

“He said he’s struggling a little,” Minho answers, heating up the food. “He’ll be in the music building tomorrow anyway. You can ask him properly then.”

“What do you mean ‘didn’t show up’?”

“Today’s work doesn’t require him to be in anyway,” Changbin states. “He’s got his laptop, so he’s working on his parts of the group’s production from home.”

“Alright then…” Minho mumbles, turning back to the door. 

“Hey! At least pretend to be interested in us!” Changbin complains.

“I’m interested, don’t worry,” Hyunjin reassures, stepping in further to emphasise it. He stands between Chan and Changbin’s chairs, one hand placed on the back of each one.

“You wanna sit with us, Hyunjinnie?” Chan offers, patting his lap. 

Minho grimaces. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Changbin asks, gesturing to Minho. 

“I dunno, he has seemed kinda grumpy and on edge lately,” Hyunjin responds like he can’t hear. “Hyung, are you alright?”

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Probably hasn’t got some in a while,” Changbin snickers. 

Minho smiles blankly. “Are you offering?”

Hyunjin makes a face. 

“Ew.”

Minho

you okay, bug?

Jisung

i’m all good

don’t worry

Minho

are you sure?

Jisung

seriously 

just felt like staying home today

can you come over?

Minho

i have dance practice until late

i’m soorryyy

Jisung

okay ㅠ

Minho

work hard

(sticker)

Jisung

you too!!

It isn’t until later that night, when Minho’s finishing up his dinner at his dorm that he gets a sudden phone call from Jisung. 

He should’ve known. He should’ve known that picking up that call would be trouble.

The first few seconds of silence told him enough, and then the heavy breaths that followed. 

“Ah–need you, hyung–ah…”

He waves off Hyunjin, saying goodnight to the half-asleep man, and quickly exits to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“Jisung-ah.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Jisung confesses, voice strained. There are some sounds of movement, and then a soft moan escapes his lips. “All day. Couldn’t stop thinking of it–”

Minho’s cock twitches. 

“Are you jerking off?” he asks, stepping towards his bed and undoing the button on his jeans. He’s been thinking about it too. Can you blame him for being this easily affected?

“No,” Jisung replies. 

“You sound out of breath.”

“I… hhmngh…”

Minho unzips and shrugs down his jeans, getting into bed. He exhales shakily, before asking again. 

“Touching yourself?”

“K-Kind of…”

“You don’t wanna tell your hyung what you’re doing? I thought you trusted me more than that, Sungie.” Minho tuts, pout evident in his voicr. He palms himself over his boxers to relieve some building pressure. 

“I do trust you. So much.”

He still doesn’t give an answer.

“Missed me today?” Minho asks. 

“Wanted to see you… wanted it again…”

Minho hums. “Alright, I have another question for you,” he says. 

“Y-Yeah?”

“… How come you took it so well?”

“…”

He sighs when there’s no response. Jisung probably hears it, because he eventually talks. 

“What do you mean?”

“How come you took my cock so well?” Minho asks, each word spoken clearly. “Better than anyone ever has. How?”

“I–I can’t, this feels humiliating,” Jisung whines. 

“Good,” Minho hums. “You have to tell me something, Sung.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll tell you.”

He hears a slight hiss and some shuffling, and then a quiet gasp. 

“I hah–have toys, I use toys…”

Minho’s breath hitches. 

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm… just a few. Hard to hide.”

“You hide them even from Felix?”

“‘s embarrassing, hyung…”

“Embarrassing why?”

“Makes it sound like no one wants to fuck me,” Jisung admits, panting more audibly. “And he doesn’t know–doesn’t know I’m into bottoming, he thinks I’m straight…”

“No, baby, how could that be? Everything about you makes it clear you like to be dominated and fucked,” Minho states, voice rough. “Have you never even had sex with a girl, Sungie?”

“I almost did a few times but I got–ah–nervous, didn’t make a move. I didn’t wanna be bad.”

“But you know there are girls that can top, too? Or just take the lead. How long were you going to wait for?”

“I know, but I thought I’ll know when I’m ready in the moment. And I was. With you, Min…”

Minho takes a sharp breath. 

“You wanted it to be me?”

“I think so…”

“What do you mean, you ‘think so’?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t plan it like that–I just… hoped.”

“Oh. Even before yesterday? You wanted me to have sex with you?”

“Mhm. Long time.”

Minho closes his eyes for a second. 

“Fuck…”

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asks, a little panicked. 

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I’m coming over. Don’t cum.”

“Hah, but–”

“Not yet, Sung-ah.”

“But I'm so close, please, I can cum again,” he begs. “Just keep talking to me. Please hyung–hmgh–”

“Stop right now,” Minho orders, tone firm. “Sit and wait for me like a good boy. If you touch yourself for a second longer, I’ll make sure you’re punished, understood?”

Silence. 

And then, a weak whimper.

“Understood.”

Jisung opens the door looking disheveled. The lights are still off in the main room. He puts a finger to his lips and reaches for Minho’s hand, who takes it wordlessly. 

He leads him to his bedroom. Once the door is locked, he cups Minho’s jaw and presses him against it, lips crashing together like he’s done having any patience at all. 

“Felix should’ve been asleep for at least an hour. He shouldn’t hear anything from here, but…”

“Depends how loud you are, baby,” Minho tells him, nipping at his lower lip. “Shame you had to get dressed again.”

“Undress me,” Jisung responds, reaching for his hands and bringing them to his own hips. 

Minho plays with the hem of his shirt, eyes locked on his with a look that shows every bit of desire he feels. 

He pulls the fabric up and over his head, tossing it aside, along with the rest of his clothes as he walks him back towards his bed. 

“Where’s your little toy?” Minho asks, climbing on top of him as he lies back. 

Jisung glances towards the floor at the other side of the bed.

Minho leans slightly, enough to glance at it, then chuckles upon seeing the size. 

“Slut.”

He focuses back on kissing down Jisung’s neck, sucking and leaving love bites as the boy moans helplessly. 

His hands slide up his torso, along the warm, smooth skin and up to cup his chest, squeezing the flesh of it and thumbing over the nipple. 

“Ah–!”

He brings his mouth to the other nipple, attaching his lips to the skin and not sucking yet, but teasingly flicking his tongue over the bud. 

Jisung squirms, moaning out and arching his back up. 

This time Minho does suck, and the reaction is immediate. 

“Hyung–ah! Oh my God–!” Jisung cries, cock grazing Minho’s abdomen. “Ahh, hah–!”

Minho pulls off with a pop and swaps to the other, drawing out more pretty moans and whimpers his lips. 

Once satisfied, he sits up, positioning himself between his spread legs. He grabs his thighs, lifting them, gaze fixed on his entrance. 

“Already opened yourself up so nicely. Think you’re ready for me?” Minho checks, thumb putting some pressure right at his rim, spreading him. 

Jisung chokes out a moan, hole clenching around nothing. 

“Lube, Minho–”

“You’re all wet already.”

“‘s not enough…“

Minho grabs the bottle, pouring the liquid into his palm then wrapping his hand around his cock. He grunts, taking a few sharp breaths as he pumps himself, watching the sight underneath him. 

“Can’t take it anymore, put it in, please,” Jisung pleads, chest heaving with each anticipatory breath. “Fuck me.”

Minho swears the sight alone is enough to make him cum.

“Look at you, spread out so nicely waiting to be fucked,” he remarks, sliding his hand up Jisung’s thigh. The other holds his own aching length, squeezing the base. “I’m sorry, I might not last long.”

“Me neither. Just–fuck–fuck me, Minho.”

He presses the tip against him, pushing in and managing the first few inches with only some resistance. When he feels Jisung tensing, he leans down over him to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his lips. 

“Almost there, baby,” he whispers, sliding in the last few inches, soft mewls against his lips, until he bottoms out. “God, Jisung…”

Jisung exhales through his nose, opening his mouth for Minho’s tongue to enter. They kiss hot, heavy, passionate. 

The heat around Minho’s cock is absolutely mind-numbing, he has to hold himself up before attempting a thrust, slowly working up a rhythm that feels too good to maintain. He tries to slow down further, letting out a high pitched moan when Jisung tightens around him. 

“Hah–so perfect for me, you’re unreal–” Minho praises, pushing deeper with each thrust. 

Jisung’s hands cling to his waist, then to his back, then trace downwards until they’re cupping Minho’s ass, pushing and encouraging him even deeper. 

“Faster, Min–wanna cum. Waited so long–”

“You can wait some more,” Minho replies, ignoring his pleas. Yet he still angles himself to that same spot that was wrecking Jisung last night, grazing it teasingly. 

“Please, God! Faster, not enough–”

“The more you ask for it, the longer I’ll take,” Minho tells him. “I’m trying to make this last, Sungie. Wanna stay in you.”

He nuzzles into the crook of his neck, slowing down every time Jisung’s moans get too loud or breathy, edging his approaching orgasm. 

When he pulls back to look at his face, he notices the tears that fell and accumulated just below his lower eyelids. He kisses his cheek, concerned. 

“Still okay?” he checks. 

“So good,” Jisung moans, wiping at his own tears. “No more, hyung, wanna cum so bad. Please.”

Minho nods in understanding. 

He presses their lips together and finally, finally speeds up, cock slamming into him and bodies slapping harder, faster, more. He moans into his mouth and doubles down, picking up a brutal pace. Jisung cries out in pleasure, clinging to his shoulders and taking it, begging for even more. 

“I think Ji’s seeing someone,” Felix declares randomly. 

“Me too,” Changbin says. 

“Actually… me three,” Chan adds. 

Jeongin raises a hand. “Me four.”

They turn to Minho. 

“What?”

“I know you said you like him and stuff… sorry, Minho-hyung,” Felix says. 

Changbin appears confused. “Is he not the one Jisung’s seeing?” 

“Huh…” Jeongin hums. 

“What?” Chan asks. “Minho, is this true?”

“What makes you think he’s seeing someone?” Minho asks instead. 

“He seems… really cheerful these past few days,” Felix begins. “I also get this vibe that he’s feeling good about himself. Obviously, that might not have anything to do with having a partner or dating someone, but also, when we watch EXchange, he appears happy. Instead of focusing on the couples, he says he wishes he had something like that.”

“Wait, if he wishes for it, then that means he doesn’t have it,” Changbin points out. 

“Look man, I don’t know. But trust me. Call it intuition, but I’d bet money on it,” Felix states, fully confident. “He also checks in on me whenever I’m staying late.”

“That’s sweet, though,” Jeongin thinks. 

“No, it’s more like, ‘I hope you’re studying well!! Anyway, when are you coming home, Lix?’ Like he’s up to something at home, you get me? Suspicious,” Felix insists. 

“Hmm…” Jeongin seems puzzled. “I do get what you’re saying. I’ve noticed the same about Jisung-hyung’s mood being different these days.”

“You don’t have any thoughts?” Chan asks Minho. 

“Thought we shouldn’t speculate on these things,” he answers. 

“Look, I’m sorry for being harsh earlier,” Chan says to him. “I was looking out for you. Both of you. Really. Sleeping with your close friend can mess a lot up if you don’t know what you’re doing. You get that, yeah? It sounded a little impulsive.”

“It wasn’t.”

“What?”

“It wasn’t impulsive,” Minho repeats. “But if you want my thoughts, I think it’s nice if Jisung is happy, whatever or whoever the cause is.”

“Maybe he already has a secret girlfriend,” Felix suspects. “Or boyfriend.”

Well, the answer is neither. 

They wrap up the conversation as they notice Jisung approaching. 

“Yooo,” he greets, brightly as always. “What are you guys discussing?” he asks, sitting beside Minho, leaning into him instinctively. 

“Nothing interesting,” Minho responds. “How was class, bug?”

“It was fine! Super tired, though… and my back hurts,” Jisung complains, stretching a little. 

“Do you want me to massage it?” Minho offers.

“Ah, maybe later…”

The others glance between them, observing. 

Felix suddenly speaks up. “I’m heading back to the dorm early today, Ji.”

Jisung startles slightly, but doesn’t react much. 

“Oh, I’ll see you later, then. I’m gonna do some stuff myself,” he responds, as vaguely as possible. 

“Some stuff” referring to his plans with Minho. 

Felix looks surprised. “You’re staying? In that case, I can stay with you!”

“Actually–”

“He’s not staying here. He’s got plans with me,” Minho corrects, voice smooth. “I’ll invite you all to the next plan. Can’t change this one now, sorry.”

Jisung giggles, nudging him with his arm. 

“Stop being weird.”

They get some questioning looks but eventually the others just continue to discuss other topics amongst themselves. Minho notices Chan isn’t saying much, but he doesn’t mention it. 

Jisung

finished my last class

wya wya

Minho

hi hi i’m there i’m already waiting for you outsideee

Jisung

?? i don’t see you

Minho

haha

turn around

“Aah! Hyung, what the hell?!” Jisung yelps, laughing when he sees the man. “You weren’t here a second ago! How’d you…?”

“It’s good to see you too, baby,” Minho greets, ruffling his hair. 

“Not here…” Jisung mumbles, tugging down his wrist. “So, where are you taking me on our date?”

“I wanna take you on a drive,” Minho says, leading him as they walk side by side through the hallways. “The weather is nice and the wind is good. We can roll down the windows and drive somewhere quieter. You can play your music and I’ll… listen to you sing,” he suggests with a chuckle. 

“Oh? Sounds ideal.” Jisung grins. “I’m kinda hungry though.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll stop for food.”

“I want something filling. Like, hmm… something really heavy and unhealthy,” Jisung tells him excitedly. “Maybe a burger? Triple stacked.”

“You’ll finish it?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Okay. Whatever my Jisungie wants.”

“Hyuuuung… this burger is way too much,” Jisung groans, staring at it in his hands.

Minho rolls his eyes, halfway through his own. He’s parked on the side of a road, with Jisung in the passenger seat. 

“I don’t wanna throw it away!” Jisung continues, genuinely stressed over the matter. “But if I eat any more, my stomach will explode. That wouldn’t be good.”

“No, no it wouldnnf,” Minho responds mid bite. 

“You have a good appetite. You could finish ten of these,” Jisung decides, looking at him sheepishly. 

“Excuse me?”

“I’m kidding, but would you take just this one?” He politely shoves it towards the packaging in Minho’s lap. 

Minho glares at him, but accepts it. 

“Alright, one condition.”

“Anything,” Jisung eagerly promises. 

“Oh, you haven’t heard it yet. I think you should hear it before you decide.” Minho smiles, and it’s an evil, mischievous smile. One that suggests ulterior motives. 

“What is it…?” Jisung asks more cautiously. 

“I’ll eat this, but if there’s something I want to feed you later, you’ll have it, won’t you?” Minho asks, voice too soft for words lacking innocence. 

It takes a moment for it to register, and then Jisung scowls, face twisting in fake disgust. 

“Yah! Hyung, you’re such a pervert!”

“You can say no.”

“… I don’t wanna say no.”

Minho snickers. “That’s what I thought.” He picks up the food. “Alright, Sung-ah, since I said I’ll do anything for you, I suppose eating this is a small feat…”

“Hey, the favour doesn’t count if you’re getting something in return!”

“Yeah, I'm famous. When my voice is on the speaker, the vibe is like a monster. Ti-ki-ta-ka for years already, we're the leaders in the crowded pool. We lead in the throngs that seep the board. We'll show you, we’re equipped with talents. Even if we do nothing special. People who already know us look at us and give us a round of applause. That's right! Our speed is faster than the speed of sound!”

Minho giggles, listening to the boy rap his heart out. He doesn’t drive too fast, but it’s enough for the wind to blow back their hair and send chills down their skin. 

“Bravo, Sungie. Best rapper in the world,” he praises. “Almost as good as Changbin.”

“Eh?! You’re supposed to say I’m better!” Jisung tells him, letting the music continue to run in the background. 

Minho turns it down a little. 

“I told you, I think you’re the best at everything. Let me tease you a little.”

“Alright, alright–but praise me too.”

“I praise you all the time, jagi.”

“Fuck, fuck, so good for me–” Minho moans, fingers clutching Jisung’s mess of hair as he bobs his head about halfway down his length. It’s enough to wreck him.

Jisung hums against it–maybe it’s more of a moan–but it vibrates under Minho’s skin. And then Jisung drools more, sticking out his tongue and attempting to lick up the mess. 

Minho pants, wiping at his own forehead and refusing to look anywhere other than down. Thankfully, he parked somewhere discreet enough and Jisung leans over the centre console low enough to not be seen. 

“So Goddamn warm, oh Sungie… such a good mouth–ah–avoid your teeth, baby, keep going…”

“Mmnhho…” Jisung looks up at him with pleading eyes, then opens his mouth further, attempting to take him deeper. 

His tongue swirls around the tip and down the shaft, and Minho shudders, every nerve in his body itching to move, but he knows thrusting up would hurt Jisung, so he just sits there–one hand clutching the door handle, the other now rubbing Jisung’s nape encouragingly with his thumb. 

“Close, really close–pull off, Sung–ah!”

Jisung refuses to move, hand squeezing his thigh as he struggles to not choke. When he does, Minho only moans louder.

“You wanna swallow it down, huh? Good boy, remembering what I said. Proud of y–hnngh–gah!”

His body tenses, thighs clenching as his orgasm washes over him. It’s too much. It’s all too much. 

He can feel every sensation as Jisung swallows down his release then pulls off, staying there to stroke and kiss his length, helping him ride it out.

“What do you mean you came?!” Minho exclaims in complete disbelief. 

Jisung rushes to explain. “You just–you sound really hot when you moan and make those noises, and my mouth felt really full, and the way it was hitting my throat–”

“Gagging? You liked gagging? You’re a freak, Jisung. God.” Minho’s head tips back against the seat headrest, still half-breathless, but jeans zipped back up. 

“And–”

“And?!”

Jisung sighs, embarrassed. “And how you pulled my hair.”

Minho’s eyes widen. 

“Noted.”

They decide to head home after that, since Jisung complains about the uncomfortable mess in his pants. 

Minho drives to Jisung’s dorm, accompanying him up, but only up to the hallway. 

“I had fun today,” he says, quiet in case Felix can somehow hear from inside. 

“Same,” Jisung says back, that familiar heart shaped smile paired with eyes that shine in the hallway’s dim lighting. “We always have a good time.”

“I’ll take you on an actual date next time,” Minho murmurs, words so sudden that he hadn’t even thought them through.

But he means it. He wants to take Jisung on real, romantic dates. That’s not something he’s ever wanted with someone. 

He thinks perhaps it’s easier since they were already friends and already close, but even between their friendgroup, there’s no one else he’d want this with. 

He likes Jisung, and that’s okay, because yes it complicates things, and can get messy, and they might even fight–though they never have until now–he’s truly serious about this. 

Chan was wrong. He wouldn’t fuck him and leave him. He likes him as a friend and more, and he’ll cherish him as such. 

“Jisung-ah?” He speaks up softly, properly facing the boy.

“Yeah?” 

He holds out both his hands. 

Jisung’s eyes flicker as he looks at them confusedly, then places his own over them, eyes travelling back up to his face. 

“I don’t know how to use grand words, and I haven’t planned out how to say this…” Minho begins, swallowing down his nerves. 

There’s every chance Jisung may reject him. When Jisung first brought this up, it was only as something casual. He never expressed a desire to date Minho. Minho never expressed a desire to date anybody. 

He doesn’t know how their other friends will react, whether this goes well or not, but he takes a breath and prepares his words. 

“I really like you. I want us to have more good times together.”

Jisung smiles warmly, full cheeks pink and flushed. 

“Me too, Min...”

“I don’t mind if we sneak around,” Minho adds, the main word still not out. He has to have the courage. He inhales, looking him in the eyes as he tells him, “Jisung-ah, I want to be your boyfriend.”

Jisung’s expression falters, and Minho hates the way his heart sinks. 

But he doesn’t let go. Jisung tightens his hold on his hands and keeps his gaze, then nods once. 

“It only feels right, doesn’t it? It feels right to call myself your boyfriend,” he says slowly. “Just one thing…”

“What?”

“We’ll always stay friends too, right? Even if it doesn’t… work out.”

“I don’t plan on going anywhere.” Minho laughs quietly, then turns serious. “I’ll give you an honest answer. I don’t know what forever looks like, and I don’t promise things unless I can say it with complete certainty, but just know that every day that I’ve known you has been brighter than a lifetime without. So yes, I hope we always stay friends, I hope we stay more than that.” His brows furrow. “I hope no one ever gets to see you the way I do. I hope no one gets to fuck you like I do. I know there’s no one else I want the way I want you… Ah, I’ve started promising commitment already, haven’t I? Well, I mean it.”

Jisung is speechless, lips slightly parted as he listens intently to each word. He slips his hands out of Minho’s and reaches to cup his cheeks. 

“You’re crazy. You’re crazy, you know that? Since when are you so intense?” Jisung laughs earnestly, eyes squinting with it as his smile lifts his cheeks. 

He leans closer and pulls him into a kiss, firm, sweet, but passionate. Like he’s expressing his reciprocation through the way their mouths move together, perfectly synced, perfectly fitted together, just like them. 

And a new warmth fills Minho. A new feeling brews.

Bliss. 

“Art class is hell,” Hyunjin whines, exasperated. “How can you turn something so beautiful into something that numbs my brain, occupies all my time, and sucks the joy out of life itself?! Also, my professor doesn’t even check our work! She just checks that we’ve done it and gives the whole class the same grade! Is no one monitoring her?!”

“Your art is amazing, Hyunjin-ah,” Felix responds sympathetically, then looks away. “Can’t lie though, it worked out well for me. I got the same grade as  you and I wrote out the Avengers script instead of a description.”

Hyunjin groans. 

“It feels the same in music class,” Chan adds to what Hyunjin said. “What helps is to love the subject outside of college. I know you said it takes up loads of time, but… music production is a completely different experience to the actual class.”

Hyunjin hums, considering his words. He sighs.

“I think you’re right. It makes sense,” he responds. “Thanks Channie-hyung.”

“I agree,” Jisung says, nodding. “And you really are so talented, Hyunjin, I swear.”

“Thanks, Hannie!” Hyunjin smiles. He turns back to Chan. “Should we head out now?”

“Where are you going?” Minho questions.

“Gym with Channie-hyung and Changbin-hyung,” Hyunjin answers. 

“Actually, Changbin told me he can’t make it,” Chan awkwardly informs. “We can reschedule if you want, Hyunnie.”

“Huh? No, it’s okay. Let’s go. We’ll go with him another time!”

Chan nods, giving him a smile. 

He seems more relaxed, Minho notes. He notices that Hyunjin has also been slightly distant at home. He suspects something is going on. 

He speaks up. 

“Chan-hyung, do you have a minute before you go?” 

Chan pauses, probably considering whether he wants to talk to him at all. 

“I’ll keep it short,” Minho adds. 

“Alright. Yeah, ‘course, Min.”

The other two wait outside for them. 

Minho turns to Chan, approaching the conversation without any aggression behind it. 

“I know it’s been bad between us lately. I’m sorry for bringing things up in that way when I spoke about Jisung,” he begins. 

“Minho, before you continue, I wanted to apologise too,” Chan interrupts. 

Minho stops, letting him continue. 

Chan sighs. “Yeah, you could’ve worded it better, but you did tell us that you like him. My mind went straight to the worst-case scenario because of how tense things were between me and Hyunnie after we…” He shakes his head. “We didn’t handle it well. I didn’t–and I didn’t want the same to happen to you guys. You’re even closer to each other than we were… but I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“I understand why you did,” Minho responds, genuine. 

“I couldn’t think of any reason to encourage something that risky,” Chan states, voice quiet. “But seeing you happy is reason enough, and I’ve seen the way you look around each other. You both look happy.”

“Things between you and Hyunjin are fine now, right?” Minho checks. 

“More than fine. Actually, ah… don’t tell anyone, but I’m going to ask him out on a date…” Chan confesses, laughing awkwardly, but his smile is bright. He’s clearly excited, maybe a little nervous. “Dunno how it’ll go, but I wanna handle things better. With him and with you. So I’m glad you spoke to me about this.”

“Good luck on your date, I’m sure it’ll go well for you, hyung.” Minho smiles too, giving him a nod. “I’m glad we spoke too, although it kinda felt like you wanted to run away.”

“I was nervous!”

“Nervous around me?”

“I don’t like fighting with any of you guys. I knew I did wrong, I just didn’t know how to approach this,” Chan admits. 

“All’s good,” Minho assures, opening his arms out. 

Chan steps closer, hugging him. He runs his hand up and down his back a few times before pulling away. 

“One more thing,” Minho adds. 

“Hmm?”

“Jisungie and I… we’re dating. You’re the first person I’m telling about this,” he says, voice steady and sure. “If you want, you can tell the others. They’ll probably catch on soon anyway.”

Chan appears shocked, but his expression instantly softens. 

“Dating? Isn’t this his first relationship, then?”

“Mine too.”

“Oh my gosh.” Chan gives him an apologetic look. “I’m so happy for you two. Shit, I should’ve been here supporting you! Forgive me–” he apologises, Minho laughs it off. 

“Good thing I didn’t listen to you that night, huh?”

“What night?”

“When you told me not to fuck Jisung.”

“You–what?” His face drops. “Oi–!”

“Hey, Jisungie, you’re pretty good at guitar, aren’t you?” Minho asks, in bed with his arm wrapped around the boy as they wrap up another episode of the anime they started together. 

“I’d say I’m exceptional,” Jisung boasts. “Why?”

“You think those fingers could be good at working something else?”

His eyes widen and he stares bug-eyed at him. 

“How’d you like to try it the other way, cutie?” Minho continues, offering like it’s something casual. 

“You’d let me?” Jisung blurts, in utter disbelief. “You don’t think I’d suck at it?”

Minho leans in to kiss his cheek. “I’d gladly let you, and I want it very much. If you’re that bad at it, I could always take over and ride you.”

“Oh my God, I think I’m in love with you.”