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Minho has a lot of tolerance for rule breaking. Most rules are dumb anyways. Most are made to be broken. God knows he’s not the best at following company policy and if he wasn’t an idol, he’d speak out a lot more about how unjust he thinks a whole big chunk of the law is, but there are some rules he respects. He respects the rules that other people set for each other. What they’re comfortable with, what their boundaries are, where their lines are. As much as he loves to smack all of his friend’s asses, he never actually touches them in a way they haven’t verbally expressed being okay with.
Everyone has their little rules. Don’t talk to Seungmin in the morning before he’s had either caffeine or has fully dressed for the day. Leave Hyunjin alone when his bedroom door is closed — he gets embarrassed if people see his paintings and drawings before they’re finished (Minho also suspects this is a ruse, so no one will bother him when he masturbates). Don’t interrupt 3RACHA in a studio session unless you are also a part of said session. Don’t be too mean when teasing Felix — be lighthearted. Don’t say negative things about food and eating — they’d all agreed to that one together. Knock before entering. Keep gaming volume down at night. Don’t leave dishes in the dorm sinks overnight.
Minho follows all these rules to the best of his ability and so does everyone else, but he still has a fair amount of forgiveness for anyone who breaks them, especially by accident. But there’s one that he really doesn’t play around with.
Do not yell at Jisung.
If you’re angry at him, you can be angry. You can tell him all about why he pissed you off. He doesn’t just get a free pass. But you don’t yell at him. You don’t raise your voice. You don’t curse at him.
Sure, some members are more sensitive than others. The no yelling thing goes for Felix as well, but it’s a little more unspoken.
But this isn’t an unspoken rule. It’s a concrete, agreed upon, well known mandate in the world of Stray Kids.
Jisung has only opened up to Minho about it a little bit, always insisting that he loves his parents so much and would never say anything to disparage them, but his dad especially always seemed so angry when he was growing up. He’d let loose on Jisung for all kinds of normal kid mistakes — spilling something at the dinner table, breaking something by accident, forgetting his homework. When people raise their voices at Jisung, he seems to just… break somehow. Minho has seen it happen. The way Jisung’s playfully cocky attitude dissipates, how his shoulders drop, how his breath starts to hitch. One time, as trainees close to debut, a staffer had bitten his head off about talking in the back during dance class and Jisung had burst into tears in front of everyone, apologizing over and over again, his breath coming in hiccups, his hands shaking. Minho knows now that what he was experiencing was a panic attack.
He doesn’t know what came over him — he’d never been too in tune with other people’s feelings, but his heart had clenched for the sweet silly boy. Jisung was usually so bright and cheerful. Seeing him reduced to tears made him furious at the instructor and he felt a tug in his chest that urged him to put an arm around Jisung’s shoulders and lead him out of the room. He’d never been any good at comforting people, but for whatever reason, as soon as they left the dance studio, Jisung fell into him, hugging tight and thanking him for getting him out of the room, blubbering apologies for the inconvenience. By all accounts, Minho should have been beyond uncomfortable, but he just… wasn’t. He hugged him back and told him the dance instructor was a shithead. They went out for ramen and the rest is history. Jisung helped get Minho through it when they initially cut him in the survival show and they’d become inseparable right after debut, falling ridiculously in love along the journey of their early idol careers (as humiliating as it is to admit he’s fully in love with someone).
Jisung might be goofy and a little weird, but so is Minho. Jisung lights up a room. He puts a smile on everyone’s face, dissolves tension like sugar in warm water, always has so much love to give to everyone. He’s something Minho never saw coming and though he would never say something so corny out loud (at least not without a healthy coat of sarcasm), Jisung is precious to him.
He takes the no yelling rule seriously.
Tonight, when Jisung texts him frantically that he needs him, Minho races to the other dorm like a shot, nearly leaving his keys in the front door as he hurries.
As soon as he enters, he knows someone’s broken the rule. Jisung is sitting on a bar stool by the dual countertop and dining table of the kitchenette, lips quivering and hugging himself. Minho would be taken aback by how pretty he looks if he wasn’t so worried sick. Jisung is in all black today — a thin turtleneck with long sleeves that cover part of his hands, nails painted, dark wide leg jeans and chunky boots. He’d started the day so confident. He’d sent Minho a mirror selfie of his outfit, making a funny face to draw attention to the fact he’d dusted dark shadow onto his eyelids and blown his hair out. Now, he looks deflated, defeated, small when he looks up at Minho, his eyeliner a little smudged with tears.
“Sungie… hey, what happened?” Minho kicks the front door shut and rushes to him, standing between his knees and pulling him into a hug.
“I pissed everyone off,” Jisung sobs, throwing his arms around Minho and burying his face in his shoulder. “I’m so fucking stupid and annoying, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Did someone call you those things?” Minho feels anger coil in his chest, red hot and demanding action, but Jisung doesn’t need him to be angry right now. Anger is what makes Jisung scared, so he swallows it, forcing himself to remain soft. He wonders if one of the other in-house producers for the company sat in on the studio session today. Some of them can be so pretentious, especially towards Jisung, the youngest of 3RACHA. He hates the condescending attitude they carry themselves with sometimes, as if Jisung couldn’t outwrite and outrap them in his sleep (at least in Minho’s opinion).
“N-Not exactly, but I-I guess I was driving them crazy and they got mad and…” Jisung hiccups and trails off into tears again. “It’s stupid, it’s nothing to cry over, I just… I-I didn’t mean to and now I’m making a whole scene of it and they must be so sick of me.”
“Who?”
“Channie and Binnie hyung.” Jisung sniffles and squeezes Minho tight, seemingly unaware of the rage building inside his boyfriend.
Bang Chan and Changbin are the ones who hurt Jisung’s feelings like this? He’s honestly shocked. The two are usually so protective of Jisung, the youngest member of their unit. Chan is always looking out for everyone and Changbin doesn’t have a grouchy bone in his body. Worst of all, they just know better. They know not to snap at Jisung. They know he’ll have a panic attack if he gets yelled at, that he already struggles so much with his self esteem without two of his best friends making him feel small. Why the fuck would they do this? What if Jisung gets sad again? Not just a little crying spell, but those days, weeks sometimes when the precious light in Jisung’s eyes is dim, when his energy is low, when he laughs less, and sleeps more.
“Let me talk to them,” Minho says, voice low and even.
“No, no, no.” Jisung lifts his head just to shake it frantically. “Hyung, don’t. Please, I’m already super embarrassed.”
“They yelled at you.”
“It wasn’t that bad, they just kind of snapped at me a little.” Jisung swallows hard and keeps his arms locked around Minho’s waist, keeping him in place. “I’m the one being dramatic. I feel bad even bothering you over this, I mean it’s nothing and I’m…”
“Sung-ah…” Minho sighs and rubs Jisung’s back, nuzzling his nose into his soft black hair. “You’re crying your eyes out. You left the studio.”
“I’m g-gonna go back in a little bit, I just needed to calm down.” Jisung hiccups and tucks his face into Minho’s neck. “Sorry for relying on you so much, I know I should be able to handle my own feelings, but you just…” His voice is quiet. “You always make me feel better.”
“Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you texted me,” Minho says, trying to hide any hint of his frustration. Bang Chan is his hyung and it might be bad form to scold him, but he has a mind to. What could Jisung have possibly done to deserve his feelings being hurt so badly? He’s been so happy lately and if this makes that go away, Minho just might scream. Changbin he’s at least a little more comfortable giving a stern talking to, but he shouldn’t have to. They know Jisung as well as he does — they’ve even known him longer. Don’t they know how much Jisung cares what they think? How much he loves and looks up to them? It’s been months since Jisung’s last panic attack, even longer since his last depressive episode, but now Minho can feel the subtle tremble as he holds him. He’s fucking pissed.
Jisung keeps his face hidden, letting Minho hold him as his breath starts to return at an even pace. “You smell nice,” he mumbles through his tears and Minho snorts, kissing the top of his head.
“Yeah? You like how hyung smells today?”
Jisung nods.
“Mm what if I told you I wore Hyunjin-ah’s cologne today? You’re actually enjoying Hyunnie’s scent, not mine.”
Jisung lifts his head and cocks an eyebrow at Minho.
Minho just grins, refusing to cave in on his obvious lie until Jisung rolls his eyes at him. “Ah you know my cologne too well for me to get away with that, huh?” He’s relieved that his usual playfulness is working, that it’s covering up how frustrated he feels deep down. More than anything, he wants Jisung to be okay. He’ll prioritize making him smile over lecturing the rest of 3RACHA on their behavior for now.
“Don’t trick me into smelling Hyunjin.” Jisung sulks and Minho takes the opportunity to give him a kiss on his stuck out bottom lip, only lingering until Jisung’s eyes flutter shut and he starts to kiss back with a little eagerness.
Minho pulls back with a smile and pinches Jisung’s cheek to make him pout. “Cute.”
“I am not.” Jisung rolls his eyes and wipes underneath them with his thumb, frowning at the smudges of makeup that come away.
“You’re like a baby raccoon.”
“Shut up.” Jisung finally cracks a smile and takes a good deep breath without hiccuping, breathing out slowly before hooking his fingers through Minho’s belt loops to keep him close. “I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know how to even face the guys after I ran out.”
“Tell me exactly what happened,” Minho says and tries to sound comforting and concerned rather than like he’s building a case for murder. He’ll take three years off his career and go to law school just to prosecute his friends for the crime of making Jisung cry like this if he has to.
Jisung blushes and keeps his gaze down, shoulders slumped as he tells Minho what happened.
It was a studio session like any other — they were writing something new, but everyone kept getting stuck. Chan seemed to be a little more sleep deprived than usual and even Changbin, who usually keeps the mood of any room he’s in light and fun, wasn’t talking much. They were both in the zone a bit, trying to work their way through writer’s block. Jisung is a little different — when he gets blocked, he doesn’t think about it too hard. In fact, he tries to distract himself and then return to writing later when he’s more inspired. The tension in the room was making him nervous and he thought loosening the guys up would help, but when he tried messing around, it back fired. He’d only been trying to make them laugh or give them an excuse to playfully scold him about behaving, something to break the ice. He was flicking little balls of paper at the backs of their heads from the sofa, his two hyungs sitting in the rolling chairs in front of the soundboard. Sure, it was objectively annoying, but he’d just meant it as joking around. He’d actually pulled off quite the trick shot, balancing two little paper balls on the nail of his middle finger and flicking them to lightly ping both members in the back of the head at the same time. He’d started to laugh for half a second, amazed that the ludicrous shot had landed, but both Chan and Changbin immediately snapped at him.
Overlapping each other, Chan had let out an exasperated groan and a “for fuck’s sake, Sung!” while Changbin swore and shoved his notebook away from himself.
“If you're not going to help, then leave,” Jisung swallows. “That’s what Changbin hyung said next, but he didn’t just say it, he shouted, and they didn’t turn around to look at me. I just sat there for a second like I was totally frozen, I just didn’t want to cry.” He groans and lets go of Minho’s pants to hold his head in his hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was acting like a total middle schooler, I mean how annoying can I be?”
Minho’s heart tugs. He knows Jisung gets insecure about that. Sometimes, the guys adore his goofing around. It can take everyone off edge, make them laugh in a stressful situation. When Jisung gets uncomfortable, he tries to be funny, but he secretly worries a lot that he’s annoying people. Maybe he read the room wrong, but Chan and Changbin didn’t need to bite his head off. “You’re not annoying. You were just trying to break the tension a little. How were you supposed to know if they’d be angry or not when that kind of thing usually makes them laugh?”
“I didn’t mean to piss them off, I just wanted to help.” Jisung sniffles again. “We write really well when we have fun together and they were being all serious and frustrated. I thought if I could lighten the mood, it’d help the session.”
“Please let me yell at them.”
“Hyung, no.”
“Just a little?” Minho tilts Jisung’s chin up and pouts at him. “You’re not gonna let me defend your honor?”
Jisung smiles a little. “I was the one being annoying. They didn’t mean to snap at me.”
“But-“
“I deserved it.” Jisung shrugs like it’s a simple fact that he deserves to be yelled at for reading a room wrong.
“Jagi.” Minho sighs. It breaks his heart when Jisung says that kind of thing. Everyone makes mistakes and Jisung doesn’t deserve to be yelled at to the point of tears for something so trivial. “If you don’t want me to talk to them for you, I think you should go back to the studio when you’ve had a chance to calm down. You shouldn’t have to lose a day of work because they were being grouchy.” He keeps his hand on Jisung’s face, caressing his jaw from where he’s still holding his chin. He looks so pretty when he cries, but it still pains Minho to see it.
“I don’t know.” Jisung winces. “They don’t want me there right now, hyung.”
“Who says? Maybe they feel bad. They definitely owe you an apology.”
“They don’t need to apologize,” Jisung mumbles, gaze cast off to the side. “I’m the one who-“
“They do need to.” Minho slides his hand up to cup Jisung’s cheek then uses his thumb to gently rub away some of the smudged makeup by the corner of his eye. “I need you to value yourself, Sungie. When someone hurts your feelings, you’re allowed to tell them.”
“I never have to tell you.”
“Not everyone has the extremely high emotional intelligence of Lee Minho.”
Jisung snorts at the assertion and Minho cracks a smile. He fucking sucks at reading other people’s feelings sometimes, but that’s never applied to Jisung. He’s always just… gotten him. He wears his heart on his sleeve, so he isn’t hard to read and he generally tells Minho everything.
“Come here.” Minho would deny the accusation if anyone ever attempted to reveal how soft and mushy and mortifyingly corny he gets when it’s just him and Jisung. Around others, he uses humor to disguise their intimacy. He makes a dumb joke or a clearly exaggerated gesture as an excuse to grab his hand or put an arm around his shoulders, or even pull Jisung into his lap. It makes the people around them laugh and it helps Jisung not feel shy about PDA, but really, Minho does it because he wants to touch him, to be close to him, to hold him. He still jokes around when they’re in private. He loves to make Jisung laugh and sometimes it’s easier to bury his sentiment in jokes and sarcasm, but alone together, more of the genuity seeps through. So right now, he doesn’t make a joke. He doesn’t sweep Jisung into his arms bridal style to make him giggle at the dramatic display of affection. He just tilts his head and leans in, his nose brushing against Jisung’s as he presses their lips together.
He slides his hand around to cradle the back of Jisung’s head, just barely brushing his tongue over the other’s lower lip until Jisung opens his mouth with a soft sigh and lets himself be kissed.
Minho doesn’t kiss him like this in front of people. This is just for them. He kisses Jisung again and again, lips pressing and retreating then coming back for more as Jisung’s hands fall to rest on his waist. When he pulls back, he nuzzles their noses together, scratches lightly at Jisung’s hair above his neck the same way he might gently scratch behind a cat’s ears.
Jisung is looking at him with big watery eyes, locking his hands together at the small of Minho’s back to pull him closer.
“Hey, hey, that wasn’t supposed to make you cry again.” Minho chuckles and leans in again to kiss the outer corners of Jisung’s eyes. “Does my love make you sad, Jisung-ah?”
“Shut up, you make me feel so loved and shit,” Jisung croaks as he yanks Minho back into a tight hug and squeezes, burying his face in Minho’s shoulder. “How do you do that?”
“By… loving you?”
“Shut upppppp.” Jisung groans and squeezes tighter, sniffing as Minho simply hugs him back, nuzzling his cheek against the top of Jisung’s head.
They stay in silence for a moment, Minho letting Jisung take everything he needs, withholding any advice or consolation in favor of letting him be until Jisung takes a deep breath and pulls back to look up at him.
“I think I’m gonna go back.” He swallows. “You’re right, um… I might be sorry for acting obnoxious when they were trying to focus, but… I shouldn’t let it scare me off for the whole day and maybe they shouldn’t have been so harsh.”
“That’s right, jagi, just go and talk to them, okay?” Minho kisses him on the forehead and tries to quell the pride he feels. Jisung runs from conflict, always bending over backwards to keep people from being angry with him and hiding his own feelings on top of it. It feels good to see him value himself — especially since Jisung is so strict on the not letting Minho beat people up for him rule. Ugh, if Minho can painstakingly follow the ‘no vengeance brawling’ rule can’t the other members follow the ‘no yelling at Jisung’ one? How hard is it not to be mean to the cutest person in the entire world?
Jisung wipes his eyes one more time and lets go, sliding off the bar stool and rising on his toes (even though they’re the same height?) to kiss Minho’s cheek. “Thanks, hyungie. If I don’t totally fuck everything up, I’ll be done around eight tonight. Do you wanna come over then?”
“I’ll see you then.” Minho nods, putting a possessive arm around Jisung’s waist to walk him towards the front door. “But first I’m walking you to the studio before you chicken out.”
“Hyuuuung.”
“You know you love my company.”
“I do.” Jisung rolls his eyes and grabs his keys from the hook by the door. “Get a jacket.”
“I don’t get cold like you do.”
“Get a jacket, hyung.”
Minho chuckles and does as he’s told, taking a jacket from the hook by the door and toeing on his shoes.
“And no talking to them for me,” Jisung says with a playful poke to Minho’s chest. “You’re just dropping me off.”
“I’ll be good,” Minho sighs and opens the front door for Jisung.
He can let Bang Chan and Changbin have it later once Jisung’s told them himself how he feels. Then, he’ll probably still have a word with them. It breaks his heart to see Jisung in tears and he can’t stand that two of the people his boyfriend admires most made him cry tonight.
As promised, he only walks Jisung back to the studio. Careful to glance around for any extraneous staff, he gives him a kiss outside the door and pinches his cheek one more time.
“Love you,” he says, patting Jisung’s ass as he pulls away. “Text if you need me, okay?”
“Thanks, hyung,” Jisung says with a smile, looking soft as ever as he puts a hand on the knob of the studio door. “Love you too.”
Minho watches him head inside then forces himself away from the door, resisting the urge to eavesdrop and taking himself back to his own dorm instead. He knows they will be, but he just hopes they’re kind. Jisung feels fragile to him sometimes, Minho just wants to wrap him in bubble wrap and protect him from the world.
By the time he gets resettled at home and crashes on the couch to watch a movie with Felix, Jisung texts him that things are fine and thanks him for being there. He says it’ll probably be a late night session and while Minho mourns the loss of his cuddle buddy for the night, he’s glad Jisung feels better. He’ll talk to Chan and Changbin on his own tomorrow, but he feels content when he goes to bed knowing Jisung is alright.
*****
Minho wakes up in the morning with a sore spot in his chest about his friends. He just keeps thinking about it and it bothers him. So Jisung was being a little annoying — it was only because Chan and Changbin were tense and he wanted to bring a little levity. He knows where they’ll be this morning, so he gets out of bed, throws on a comfortable workout outfit and grabs the duffel bag he hasn’t touched this week to head to the company gym. Those two have been going together in the mornings and he’s sure they won’t mind if he joins them to chat a little about the whole not-yelling-at-Jisung agreement.
It’s a short walk to the JYPE building. He swipes himself in and rubs the sleep from his eyes as he takes the elevator to the gym floor.
There’s a few idols and trainees around getting a morning workout in, but over by the weights are Chan and Changbin, talking easily with one another between sets.
“Morning,” Minho says, setting his things down nearby and dropping onto the mat to stretch and warm up.
“Whoa, what brings you here?” Chan beams. “Are you gonna start bulking with us? Because you know, you’re gonna need more protein.”
Minho waves him off with a good natured roll of his eyes, fanning his legs out and reaching to one side to grab his ankle. “I refuse to become a part of your gym rat cult,” he says and Changbin pouts, his hair fluffy and curly from having rolled right out of bed to the gym.
“What made you come to sunrise lift then?” Changbin asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Did you miss us?”
“Always, jagiya.” Minho winks and Changbin pretends to fawn. “But I wanted to talk to you guys.”
“Oh?” Chan sets down the barbell he’d only just picked up, looking at Minho, concerned. “What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s just…” He sighs. When it comes to his own feelings, he could never be so straight forward, but when it comes to Jisung, that’s another matter. “He texted and said that it was fine, but you guys really hurt Jisung’s feelings last night.”
“Oh no.” Changbin’s shoulders slump as he looks over at Chan. “He said he just took a walk and that things were okay, but we really bit his head off didn’t we?”
“Shit.” Chan winces and looks at Minho apologetically. “I didn’t realize he was so upset. He disappeared for a little, but he came back seeming fine. He said things were okay. We did apologize for snapping at him, I know it wasn’t cool, but he was really hurt?”
Minho nods, shifting to grab the opposite ankle and stretch his right side. “He looked like he almost had a panic attack and he was crying his eyes out before he calmed down and went back. I mean, you guys know how much he cares about what you think, right?” He takes a deep breath. “Everything means so much when it comes from you two. Can we remember the no yelling thing, please? His self esteem has been so much better lately. I don’t want him to get torn down.”
Bang Chan looks absolutely guilt stricken, his face pale and his eyes wide. “I had no idea we even made him cry last night… I’m so sorry, we’ll make it up to him.” He looks to Changbin. “Right?”
“Already on it,” Changbin nods, pulling his phone out to presumably text Jisung. “Let's take him out for lunch, okay? Just the three of us?”
“Yeah, anywhere he wants.”
Minho breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks, guys. Sorry for just dropping in like this.”
“Oh now that you’re here, you’re so not getting out of exercising with us.” Changbin grins. “Finish stretching and grab some weights, hyung.”
“Oh yeah and show me your routine for your thighs!” Bang Chan insists and Minho laughs a little. Everything is under control.
*****
After the workout, Minho heads home to shower, not worried about the lack of texts from Jisung. He’s sure that he slept in and then woke up to the lunch invitation from Chan and Changbin. He’ll hear from him when he gets back.
Not thinking much of it, he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and falls back into bed to nap. His muscles are aching from his morning session with those two and it’s a rare day without scheduled rehearsal. He fades into sleep with wet hair and his phone charging on the nightstand, content to drift off until his body wakes itself up again.
He’s not sure how long he sleeps, but he’s startled awake by a loud knock on his door.
“Hyung?” Jisung’s voice calls from outside his bedroom, knocking again hard and loud. Minho shakes his head to try and clear the tiredness and stumbles towards the door, confused. Why is Jisung knocking? He knows he can come join him in bed any time. He usually just lets himself in.
“Sung?” He yawns, opening the door. “What’s up?”
Jisung is glaring at him. He’s dressed for the day like he’s already been out, a keyhole sweater that shows his chest and a scarf Minho gave him around his shoulders. He looks like his usual self except that he seems incredibly fucking pissed and Minho’s stomach does a somersault. “You told them?” He accuses, crossing his arms over his chest and staring Minho down.
“What?” Minho blinks, still trying to wake up.
“You told Channie and Changbin everything that I told you yesterday!” Jisung shouts, his face pink and his eyebrows pushed together. Has Minho ever seen him angry before? Has he even heard him yell at someone? “You told them I was crying?! Why would you do that, I was confiding in you!”
Reality hits Minho like a ton of bricks. This morning. His conversation with Chan and Changbin. The lunch invitation. “Wait, I… Sung-“
“Minho-ah, do you know how mortified I am?” Jisung’s eyes are welling up even in his anger, his lips quivering. “I didn’t want them to know I almost had a panic attack just because they snapped at me for two seconds. I-I told you because I wanted comfort and support, not because I wanted you to turn around and tell them everything. I specifically said I didn’t want you to talk to them!” He scrubs a hand over his face, sniffling. “I’m so embarrassed. They took me out for lunch and I thought we were just hanging out, but they both started apologizing over and over and saying they didn’t know how upset I had been yesterday.”
“But…” Minho swallows, his stomach churning. “You were upset. Sungie, you were crying-“
“Because I’m stupid and sensitive, that doesn’t mean I want you to go and tell them about it!”
“You’re not stupid, you-“
“Why would you think I wanted you to do this?”
Minho’s eyes sting. He fucked up. He’s never fucked up with Jisung before, not like this. Suddenly, he feels stupid and small and it’s so obvious now that he did the wrong thing, but in the moment he really thought he was being a good boyfriend. He never meant to embarrass Jisung, let alone hurt him. He doesn’t get rattled by people raising their voices at him either, but it’s so shocking to see Jisung yelling. Minho is usually the rock, the strong one, the one who doesn’t get emotional when things go wrong. Now the boy he’s usually soothing is fuming at him and it cuts Minho right through the heart. “I…” He stammers. His mouth is dry. “I was trying to help-“
“Then I don’t need your help anymore, okay? Just because I trusted you with my feelings doesn’t mean you can tell everyone about them.” Jisung snaps and turns around, stomping back towards the front door. “Leave me alone.”
“Sungie?” His voice comes out so quiet. “Wait, please-?“ Minho reaches out, but Jisung is already far from him, leaving the dorm and slamming the door behind him.
Minho stares at the closed door, stunned. What’s the matter with him? He thought he was helping, but fuck, he totally betrayed Jisung’s trust. He’s a fucking idiot. His boyfriend trusted him and Minho completely betrayed him, whether he meant to or not.
His mouth wobbles, eyes filling with hot tears. He doesn’t know what to do. Does Jisung hate him now? He said to leave him alone. Minho has the horrible thought that Jisung might want to break up with him over this and it feels like the floor drops out from under him.
“Hyung?” A low soft voice calls and Minho turns to see Felix sticking his head out of his own bedroom door, looking at Minho sympathetically from beneath a green tea face mask. His hair is pulled back with a headband, light sage colored lotion over his freckled face. Minho would laugh except he thinks his whole world might be ending. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Minho swallows the lump in his throat. “I don’t… know if I can.” He doesn’t really open up like this with anyone but Jisung and on top of that, he doesn’t want to spill any more of Jisung’s secrets and make things worse.
“Oh, hyung…” Felix pouts and steps out, fuzzy pink bathrobe tied around his waist, wearing equally fuzzy yellow slippers of his own SKZOO mascot. “Come hang out with me. You can tell me about it if you want or we can just watch anime.”
Minho nods his head, grateful. If he goes back into his room by himself, he’ll cry his eyes out.
He follows Felix into his room and flops onto his bed, trying not to sniffle pathetically as Felix joins him and starts an anime on the TV he had Chan mount in front of his bed.
Minho feels raw on the inside, his chest hollow as he curls up with Felix and quietly watches the show, grateful for the company. How could he have hurt Jisung so badly? Minho detests anyone that makes his precious boyfriend cry and now he’s the one who broke Jisung’s heart. He doesn’t know what he was thinking. He wanted to help and he wanted Changbin and Chan to know that they’d really hurt Jisung’s feelings, so that the three of them could truly patch things up. Looking back now, he realizes he inserted himself into a situation he wasn’t a part of. Jisung trusting him with his true feelings, venting, and seeking comfort, isn’t the same as asking him to intervene. Minho just hadn’t thought anything of what he was doing. He knew Jisung was hurt and he wanted his friends to apologize to him. He never intended to embarrass him or betray any of his trust. Now he feels sick to his stomach and his heart feels twisted up in his chest. Who will comfort Jisung right now? Minho is the one who hurt him and Felix is here taking care of him when Jisung is the person who needs support the most.
“Hyungie… Hey, you’re still crying.” Felix frowns, all concern and no judgment as he reaches out to rub Minho’s back. “Are you sure you can’t tell me what’s going on? I’m worried about you.”
“I hurt Jisung.” Minho croaks, his face burning as he wipes his eyes. “I hurt his feelings really badly and I think he doesn’t trust me anymore.”
“Oh… Hyung, I’m sure that isn’t true.” Felix reaches across him, takes the tissue box from his nightstand and places it in his hands. “Jisung loves you so much. You’re like his favorite person in the world and everyone makes mistakes. He would never, ever hate you.”
“I made him cry.” Minho chokes on the words. He can hardly believe it. All of his protectiveness, his defensiveness, and Minho is the one who hurt the boy he loves. Him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what happened? It’s okay, hyung, it can stay right here with me.” Felix has always been the toughest member (after Jisung) to say no to. His low voice is dripping with care and openness, inviting Minho to share anything and everything. Even in his silly face mask with a fluffy pink hair band holding his hair back, he’s dead serious as he looks at Minho.
Minho’s mouth wobbles and his resolve crumples. With humiliatingly teary eyes and trembling lips, he tells Felix what he did. He leaves out the details about exactly what happened between Jisung and the guys, saying only that there had been a little misunderstanding and Jisung was really upset about it. He’d told Bang Chan and Changbin how Jisung felt and the two of them took him out to lunch to smooth things over and make sure everything was alright. It was exactly what Minho wanted — for Jisung to get the reassurance from his friends he was always too shy to ask for. He thought that he was helping, but Jisung had actually just felt betrayed and embarrassed by Minho’s meddling. By telling Chan and Changbin how upset Jisung had been, he totally broke Jisung’s trust in him.
Now Minho thinks he could puke. Jisung has never been truly mad at him before. Not ever. They’ve never fought. He doesn’t know what to do, what to expect, how to make it right, and honestly? He’s scared. What if he ruined everything? What if Jisung really feels like he can’t confide in him anymore? Worst of all, what if Jisung gets sad again and it’s all Minho’s fault?
Of course, Felix comforts him every which way, reassuring all of his anxieties, insisting that Jisung will talk things out soon and they’ll be alright. Minho wants desperately to believe him.
He hides away the rest of the day, too guilty to text Jisung. He’s the one who crossed the line, right? So he shouldn’t bother Jisung just to make himself feel better, but it feels like there’s a wound in his chest, like part of himself is missing.
When night comes, Jisung hasn’t texted him. They all have rehearsal together in the morning and Minho can’t sleep, he’s so worried sick that Jisung might ignore him when they meet at the studio. What if he avoids him? What if Chan and Changbin hate him now too for his meddling?
He gets a fitful few hours of sleep and is up again first thing in the morning, too anxious to wait. He needs to see Jisung and find out if he hates him or not. He’s out the door before the other members have even finished getting ready, taking himself to the studio early and getting his warm up in.
Every time the door opens, his heart leaps to his throat. He nearly falls over himself turning to look and see if it’s Jisung every time, but all the other members come first. Chan and Changbin don’t seem to have any animosity towards him, both just sleepy and greeting him like normal, but with a touch of what seems like sympathy.
Jisung is the last to arrive, sliding into the studio and setting his things down without looking for Minho. Minho is looking at him, waiting for Jisung to turn his way. When he finally, unavoidably does, he gives a polite half smile then turns right back around. Minho isn’t one for dramatics, but he feels like he’s been fucking shot.
Panic sets in as everyone around him stretches and chats like everything is normal, like Minho’s whole world doesn’t feel like it's ending. Eventually, everyone is on their feet, looking Minho’s way, expecting him to lead the start of practice like he normally does. It’s a heavy choreography day, so more than ever, Minho is supposed to be leading the way. He blinks his eyes hard and forces himself to the center of the room, trying not to look towards Jisung in the mirror as he pulls his phone out to connect to the bluetooth speaker.
He starts from the top, walking them through the formations, trying his damnedest not to look at Jisung. He sees him stumble on a step, resists the urge to go and guide him like he usually would. If Jisung doesn’t want to talk to him, he isn’t going to force it. He wants, no needs, to respect that he clearly wants space if he wants any chance at fixing this, but it’s so hard. Every part of him is screaming. His heart rate won’t calm down and his stomach feels queasy. His voice wavers when he directs the members through the arrangements and he has to keep stopping for water because his mouth is so dry. When he trips over his own feet, stumbles in front of everyone, his face burns, embarrassed. He needs to get his shit together, but he thinks he’s going to shake apart.
In a moment of weakness, he can’t help but look in the mirror towards Jisung, accidentally revealing his stupid watery eyes and the pathetic look on his face. Fuck. He looks away just as quickly, without looking for Jisung’s reaction. He tries to take his place in the routine again, but he keeps making clumsy moves, so unlike himself. All he can feel is Jisung’s eyes on him from behind. Is it obvious what a mess he is? Is Jisung still angry?
When the song ends, he moves quickly to the side, grabbing his water bottle and gulping before anyone can look too closely at his face. He’s never felt this way before just because someone was upset with him. He feels like if he goes five more minutes without Jisung looking his way, he’s going to burst into tears.
“Hyung?” A soft voice calls from over his shoulder and Minho jumps, whipping around to see his boyfriend staring at him with a furrowed brow and concerned eyes. He looks so soft this morning. Black shorts and a hoodie that no doubt reeks of his shampoo and cologne, his hair fluffy and a little messy from dancing.
“H-Hey, Sung,” Minho stammers, his face still burning, eyes watery. Is he so much of a mess that Jisung has to approach to check on him? “Y-You don’t have to, um… to talk to me if you don’t want to, I’m… I-I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep much, but you should take your space if you need it, I…” He takes a shaky breath in, glances nervously at where the members are mingling and waiting for his return.
“Hey, hey, talk to me,” Jisung whispers, his hands coming right up to hold Minho’s face in his hands. “Is this just about our fight? Did something else happen?”
Minho feels his mouth wobble. Is Jisung worried about him? The roles have hardly ever been reversed like this before. He’s almost always the one soothing Jisung, fretting over him, not the other way around. “Just… the f-fight.” He winces at himself for stuttering, tries to blink his eyes fast to drive back tears. “Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Jagi…” Jisung looks so sad when he looks at him. “Hey, yeah I’m a little upset that you told Channie and Bin-ah, but it’s not the end of the world. I figured we’d probably talk it out after practice today… Oh baby, I didn’t know you were so hurt.” He brushes his thumbs over the corner of Minho’s eyes, dabbing away the wetness. “Let's go talk for a few minutes, okay? Everything is fine. We’re fine, hyung-ah.”
Minho presses his lips into a straight line to stop their quivering and nods his head. He’s ready to burst into tears all over again, but this time, he’s relieved. He’s so, so relieved. Jisung doesn’t hate him.
“Hey guys?” Jisungie glances over his shoulder. “I’m gonna take a quick break with hyung, is that okay?”
Everyone nods and mumbles their approval, some looking worriedly towards Minho, but Jisung already has a hand on his lower back, guiding him right out the door.
There’s a locker and shower room a few doors down the hall where they usually wash up after long rehearsal days. They’ve snuck a few quickies in the shower stall on occasion as well, but it’s a nice private place when they’re the only group on the floor.
Jisung leads Minho inside and turns to him as soon as the door is shut, putting his hands on Minho’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”
God, Minho feels stupid. He should be completely fine now — more than fine. Jisung clearly doesn’t hate his guts and that should put all of his fears to rest, but he still feels like he’s going to start crying any second. He thought he ruined everything, that Jisung didn’t even want to say hello to him this morning. He feels so guilty for breaking his trust, he wants to kick himself, and now he feels small and mortified that he’s standing here, sniveling over nothing. “I’m fin-“ He starts, but Jisung cuts him off.
“You’re not fine,” he says, cupping Minho’s face in one hand again, caressing his cheek with his thumb. “You look heartbroken, hyungie… I’m so sorry. I was too harsh yesterday wasn't I?”
“N-No, you…” Minho hiccups, sniffs to keep his nose from running. “Y-You had every right to be mad. I messed up.”
“Sure, but it’s not like I thought you did it on purpose to hurt me,” Jisung assures. “I know you were trying to help.”
“But I made things worse.”
“No you didn’t, baby, I just felt embarrassed that they knew how upset I was.” Jisung sighs and strokes Minho’s hair back, picking it out of his face and tucking it behind his ears. “Everything is okay. Tell me what you need, I’m right here.”
Minho’s breath hitches. He feels way too pathetic to ask, but he just wants to be held. He needs Jisung to hug him tight, needs to be close to feel that everything is really okay. He looks into Jisung’s eyes, letting him see his stupid pathetic expression, how he’s ready to fall to pieces over their first little argument.
Jisung gets the message. “Come here, jagi,” he cooes and pulls Minho into his arms. He’s the smaller of the two, but he wraps his arms around Minho’s shoulders and guides his head down to rest in the crook of his neck, stroking his hair as Minho finally breaks and sobs quietly into his shoulder. He’s shaking. “Everything is okay,” Jisung repeats, his voice soft and steady. “Everything’s alright. We just had a little fight, nothing is different.”
“I’m sorry,” Minho croaks, arms locked around Jisung’s waist like he might leave if he lets go. “I never meant to hurt or embarrass you.”
“I know you didn’t, baby,” Jisung murmurs with a kiss to the top of Minho’s head, rubbing his back as he holds him close. “It was just a misunderstanding. I shouldn’t have come at you so intensely yesterday.”
“I broke your trust.”
“I still trust you, hyung. I’ll always trust you.” Jisung takes a deep breath and nuzzles his nose into his hair. “I was harsh, wasn’t I?”
Minho shakes his head.
“Yes I was, I came over and yelled in your face instead of talking.” He sighs at himself. “You would never do that to me even if you were angry. I didn’t realize how much I went in on you yesterday, I’m so sorry, hyung.”
“I just…” Minho swallows the lump in his throat, keeps his face hidden safely against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I thought you hated me. When you didn’t say hi this morning, I-I thought… I thought maybe you really didn’t want to talk to me at all, that I completely ruined what we had.”
“Oh baby, I just didn’t want to get into it at rehearsal with everyone.” Jisung gives him a squeeze. “I was going to come talk to you as soon as we took a real break, but I shouldn’t have made you wait.”
“It’s not your fault I freaked out.”
“I have freaked out way harder over way less.” Jisung chuckles. “I would literally never judge you for something like this. I mean, I’m the king of melting down over nothing.”
Minho barks out a wet laugh and nuzzles his nose against Jisung’s neck. He’s feeling better, but he’s not ready to let go yet.
Jisung doesn’t rush him. He does all the things that Minho usually does for him, all soft words and soothing touches, little jokes to lighten the mood and make him smile. When Minho lifts his head, Jisung brushes away the tear tracks on his cheeks and kisses each one of them. “You should cry more,” Jisung teases, kissing along Minho’s jaw. “You look handsome.”
“Shut up.” Minho smiles and pulls Jisung into a real kiss, smushing their lips together even if his are a little slimy from crying and feeling the relief truly set in when Jisung kisses him back. “I’m sorry I told the guys how you felt,” he says when they part, leaning his forehead against Jisung’s. “I won’t intervene unless you want me to, yeah? You can tell me anything.”
“You’re being so cute.” Jisung pouts. “Thanks, hyungie.”
“Don’t thank me, I totally fucked things up.”
“You didn’t fuck anything up. Come here.” He presses Minho against the tiled wall and kisses him again, sliding his hands up under his shirt and gliding his palms slowly up and down his sides. He knows Minho so well. Nothing grounds him better than physical touch. He kisses slowly, gently, indulgent even as he sucks a little on his lower lip, nudges his tongue into his mouth.
Minho melts. He puts his hands under Jisung’s hoodie, feels over his abs, holds his waist and squeezes, skin to skin. Everything is okay. Jisung is still his baby. His sweet boy who pulled him aside and soothed him even when Minho was the one who hurt his feelings. He feels his smooth skin, lets his mind go blank as he focuses just on kissing him, feeling him. He never thought he’d have such a meltdown over Jisung being mad at him, but it was their first time truly having a fight. He was scared. This had never happened to him before and he didn’t know what to expect. Everything about Jisung is soft and warm and perfect, he feels completely calm again.
When Jisung pulls back from the kiss, he nuzzles their noses together. “You okay?”
“Mhm.” Minho nods, tracing his thumbs over the waistband of Jisung’s shorts. “All better I think.”
“Here, take this anyways.” Jisung steps back and pulls off his hoodie, handing it to Minho. It leaves him in a muscle tee that shows off his arms and suddenly Minho really wishes they didn’t have to go back to practice just yet. “You know how I like to steal your clothes when I’m stressed out. Try it.”
Minho sticks out his lower lip, touched as he takes the hoodie and wiggles into it. It’s a little small on him, but it’s nice, the way the fabric hugs him and smells like Jisung.
“Cute.” Jisung pokes his tummy and leans in to kiss the corner of Minho’s mouth, nuzzling his nose against his cheek. “You feel okay?”
“Yeah.” Minho nods. “Sorry, I was kind of… dramatic.”
“Hyung, I’ve, like, burst into tears in front of everyone over way less.”
Minho blushes, but he does feel infinitely better. It’s kind of nice to be on the receiving end of Jisung’s comfort. He hasn’t needed it much, but it touches his heart to know that if he’s the one freaking out, Jisung will be there for him. He’ll do all the things Minho does when the roles are reversed.
“I didn’t mean to be so harsh to you, jagi.” Jisung shakes his head. “Can we do something together after rehearsal? We could go to the Spy Family movie, on me? Maybe uh… send a polite warning text for the guys to give us a little privacy when we get back?” His blush is adorable, suddenly shy as if he isn’t proposing Minho fuck his brains out after a movie date. “Channie and Binnie hyung were talking about doing a late gym session and some studio hours, so it wouldn’t be putting them out.”
“Han Jisung, are you asking me on a date?” Minho teases and tugs at the hem of Jisung’s thin muscle tee. It’s hard to keep his smile from breaking out into a dorky toothy grin, but his chest is full of butterflies. Jisung is so fucking cute.
“Maybe.”
“I’d like that.” Minho leans in to nuzzle their noses together and gives Jisung a kiss, soft and barely there, so he’ll be craving more all practice long when they return. “Thanks for checking on me, Sung-ah.”
“Of course.” Jisung offers his hand and squeezes when Minho laces their fingers together. “Are you ready to go back? We can take a second if you need.”
“I’m good.” Minho shakes his head. “I’m already wearing your clothes now. They’re gonna think we’re banging if we take much longer.”
“I mean, we have banged in here before.”
“And we will again, but not now,” Minho laughs, tugging Jisung towards the door. He does have a rehearsal to run after all and he feels a bit guilty letting his feelings get the best of him when he’s supposed to be dance captain. The guys are all waiting on him. He gives Jisung one more kiss on the cheek before they step out into the hall, unable to resist. He’d felt so awful just a few minutes ago, but now he just feels warm and fuzzy inside, dumb in love as he walks with Jisung back to the studio.
When they re-enter, he gives a half assed excuse about not feeling well, insists he’s good to go now, and gets right back to rehearsal. Obviously, everyone knows something was clearly up with him and the rest of 3racha of course know why they were fighting, but Minho appreciates that no one presses him about it. Felix just gives him a concerned inquiring look and Minho waves him off with a soft smile. He’s okay. No one needs to worry.
Dance practice gets more light hearted from there. Jisung goofs around enough to make everyone giggle, but not enough to be too distracting. Hyunjin helps him lead practice for certain parts and the new choreography is bouncy and fun — it’s easy for them all to smile as they get the moves down. Since they aren’t filming practice and staff presence is minimal, just a few people in and out of the room, Jisung is affectionate towards him as well.
When they break for water, Jisung hangs off of him. When Minho demonstrates a move with a lot of body rolling, Jisung wolf whistles. When they dance close together or the formation puts them face to face, Jisung throws him little winks or blows him a kiss. It makes Minho snort and once a song finishes, he chases Jisung around the room until he lands a smack on his ass so hard, the sound echoes off the mirrors. That alone sends several members into hysterics and Jisung pretends to dramatically collapse to the floor, groaning that his ass has just been shot. He’s so stupid and cute. Minho loves him to pieces.
It’s hard to keep his eyes off Jisung for the rest of rehearsal. His hair is all fluffy and wild, his recent perm starting to fall out a bit and then the way he’s been whipping his head around dancing has only added to the look. Without his hoodie, his shirt rides up, exposing his cute tummy with the abs Minho is longing to feel up when they're done, showing off his narrow waist when he raises his arms high enough. Sometimes after a lot of footwork, his pants sag a little low on his hips, exposing the waistband of his boxers. Minho wants to cover his hips and thighs in hickeys later. He makes a mental note not to forget. He might even rim Jisung while he’s down there.
When they’re cooling down, some of them still stretching, some just drinking water and scrolling on their phones before they call it a day officially, Chan gives Minho’s shoulders a squeeze. “You guys all good?” He asks in a low concerned voice, cocking his head towards where Jisung is still touching his toes.
“We’re good.” Minho nods. “Sorry for the drama.”
“Not your fault.” Chan shrugs. “We should’ve worked things out with Sungie ourselves when he came back to the studio.”
“I was being overprotective.” Minho watches Jisung stumble as he rises to his feet and laughs. “I don’t blame myself for that too much, but it wasn’t cool of me.”
“Our Jisung-ah does need a bit of protecting now and then,” Chan agrees, patting him on the back before he goes to get his things.
Jisung sticks his tongue out at Minho for laughing at him then comes over, offering a hand to help him up from the floor. The choreographer left already and staff has dispersed, but Minho is still caught a little off guard when Jisung rises on his toes and kisses him, a brief chaste touch of his lips, but it makes his heart flutter and his stomach swoop. Seungmin makes a gagging sound and Minho flips him off, smiling dumb at Jisung when they pull apart.
“Hi,” Jisung grins, toying with the hem of the hoodie Minho is still wearing from him. “Wanna head home and shower and meet at my place? Still feeling the movies?”
Minho nods his head, his face warm. They don’t really get many opportunities to go on dates, too afraid of being recognized or photographed, but the movie theater is usually a safe bet. It’s dark and uncrowded on weeknights, allowing them to sit in the back and hold hands all they want, even share a kiss or two.
They go their separate ways to get ready, walking back to their respective dorms to claim dibs on the first shower and getting changed. Minho wears the ripped up black jeans he knows Jisung likes on him and pairs it with a white tank top. He doesn’t usually show much skin at all, so even when he puts a leather jacket on with it, he knows Jisung will be excited.
Soon enough, Jisung shows up at his door with his hair curly from the shower, movie tickets purchased on his phone and a company car waiting for them downstairs.
Minho feels impossibly fond as they sit together in the back, hands next to each other, pinkies crossed. Jisung is wearing his glasses and a dark green knit beanie, his jeans ripped at the knees, looking cozy in a sweater Minho bought for him last time they visited Italy.
They keep their heads down at the theater, sticking close and avoiding eye contact with anyone they pass by. Jisung buys them snacks, remembering Minho’s favorite candy off the top of his head, and leads the way to where their movie is screening. The seats are in the middle of the back row and there’s not many people, so Minho feels confident putting an arm around Jisung’s shoulders and holding him close. He can’t remember the last time they just went out on a date like two normal people.
Everything feels okay again. Minho finds himself watching Jisung out of the corner of his eye more than the movie itself, his cute puffy cheeks when he eats, the way his nose scrunches when he laughs. He unfolds a paper napkin and holds it briefly in front of their faces (just in case) when he leans in and kisses him, licking the salt off Jisung’s bottom lip before he turns his attention to the screen as if nothing happened at all. The pout Jisung gives him is priceless.
He can’t tell if he wants the movie to last forever so he can sit here feeling normal with the boy he loves or if he wants it to hurry up and end so he can get him into bed, but either way, Minho is happy. Maybe they’re a bit codependent but it felt like the end of the world when Jisung wasn’t talking to him. He can’t remember a time he felt as horrible as he did when he realized he hurt Jisung’s feelings.
“I texted the guys to give us a little space,” Jisung whispers when the end credits start to roll, his hand squeezing Minho’s thigh. “Channie and Bin-ah are going to the studio and Hyunjinnie’s going to game at Felix and Seungmin’s if you want to just come home with me?”
“Yeah,” Minho breathes, already thinking of all the things he wants to do the moment he has Jisung behind closed doors. God, he wants all of him. “Let's go.”
Jisung wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Minho snorts before he gets up to follow him out of the theater. A car is waiting for them when they walk out into the night air and Minho resists the urge to keep his arm around Jisung’s waist. Jisung gets cold easily and his sweater is thin, but Minho still cuddles him a little in the back seat when they get settled, not wanting him to catch a chill. And maybe he just wants to be close to him too. His heart feels fuzzy when Jisung nuzzles his cheek against his shoulder. Minho never wants to fight with him again.
He’s giddy following Jisung up to his dorm, eager to have sex on a rare night when roommates aren’t home to overhear them. He’s already imagining throwing Jisung on the bed and stripping him down as he watches him get the front door unlocked, but the moment it swings open, Jisung yanks him inside, kicking it shut and pressing Minho right up against it.
He makes a surprised little mmph! sound when their lips collide, gasping into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist. Fuck, he’s usually so shy when it comes to initiating, but Jisung’s tongue is already in his mouth, licking along his teeth as his hands ruck up his tank top to feel up his abs. Minho’s eyes flutter shut, his pants feeling much tighter than they did a moment ago as Jisung kisses his breath away as if they haven’t seen each other for days, weeks, months. He still tastes a little like popcorn and Minho suddenly feels starved, sliding his hands down to grab at Jisung’s ass and pull him against him.
Jisung groans softly against his lips when they grind together, rolling his hips as he turns his head and kisses down Minho’s neck. “You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles against his collar, hands clumsily squeezing between them to work open Minho’s pants.
“Fuck, I’m supposed to be the one ravaging you right now, you know,” Minho breathes as Jisung shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, exposing his cock that springs out with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm. He shivers at the open air, watching as Jisung drops to his knees.
“Says who?” Jisung asks before shamelessly taking Minho in his hand and kissing all down his length, soft lips on burning hot skin. He mouths over him, teasing, licks a stripe up the underside and then swirls his tongue around the tip to make Minho’s knees wobble. He looks so pretty with his curls poking out of his beanie, his pink tongue lapping at Minho’s dick like it’s a fucking popsicle.
“Sungie,” Minho whines, pulling the beanie off his head and pushing a hand into his hair. “Baby, let me take care of you first.”
“Why?” Jisung pouts, sticking out his lower lip as he strokes Minho in his hand. “I want to make you feel good.” He ducks his head and kisses over Minho’s balls to emphasize his point, making him release a shuddery sigh. He’s fucking sensitive there and Jisung knows it. Minho never really asks for any special attention to be paid to his testicles — he can’t think of anything unsexier than asking someone, even Jisung, to play with his balls. But Jisung reads him like an open book, always notices when Minho likes something even if he doesn’t say so. His cock bobs as Jisung’s tongue traces the seam, as he presses kisses against his sac and his inner thighs. Minho’s face burns with both embarrassment and arousal, but fuck, Jisung’s tongue is heaven.
“Hyung tastes good,” Jisung says and fucking nuzzles his face against Minho’s cock like it’s some kind of plush toy. Minho’s going to pass out.
“Please, Sungie?” Minho asks, trying not to tug on his hair to get his attention. He’s the one who fucked up and caused their first fight. He wants to pamper Jisung tonight, do all of the things they don’t usually have the time or privacy for. “Let me take you to bed, jagi. I want to eat you out.”
“One more minute,” Jisung whines, reaching around to grab Minho’s ass in both hands before he sinks down on his dick again.
Minho downright whimpers, his knees wobbling as Jisung bobs his head, sucks on the tip just right. He’s making the most of this fucking minute. As Minho’s eyes screw shut, Jisung gropes greedily at his ass and swallows around his cock, moaning around him like he’s really the one getting off. The vibrations of his voice only make it more overwhelming. “Sungie,” Minho gasps, trying not to buck his hips. “Oh fuck, baby, nnnn, t-too much, I-I’m gonna get close.” Usually, he’d rather die than make the embarrassing confession that he’s going to come too soon, but if Jisung keeps this up, he won’t be able to help himself.
“That good?” Jisung pops off just to grin up at him, batting his lashes and giving his dick a few more kitten licks.
“I’m gonna kill you.” Minho yanks his pants back up just so he can walk without tripping and hauls Jisung to his feet, pulling him in by the back of his neck to kiss him deep and messy and desperate. He licks the faint taste of himself right out of Jisung’s mouth, runs his tongue along his teeth, sucks on his lower lip until he makes a pathetic little noise in the back of his throat. “Come here,” he pants against Jisung’s lips, bending his knees and hoisting Jisung up and over his shoulder to carry him to the bedroom like a sack of potatoes.
“Hyung!” Jisung squeaks, giggling when Minho smacks his ass on the way. He’s so light, Minho can really manhandle him any way he likes.
He takes Jisung into his room and kicks the door shut, locking it just in case before he tosses him on the bed and starts to wrestle him out of his clothes.
“You’re so fucking extra,” Minho huffs as he pulls off Jisung’s shoes and socks then grabs the waist of his pants to pull them down. His fingers catch Jisung’s underwear too, so he takes all of it off, pulling the fabric down long tan legs and tossing it haphazardly aside. Jisung looks up at him, a goofy smile on his lips, his face blushing a pretty pink as he lounges in nothing but his shirt. His modest cock is filled out and stiff, hard where it rests against his abdomen and already wet at the tip. “You look like Winnie the Pooh.”
“Shut up,” Jisung laments and quickly strips out of his shirt, so he’s fully naked. “I’m not Winnie the Pooh, I’m sexy.”
“Just saying.” Minho smirks as he pushes down his own pants and boxers, loose and undone already from Jisung’s against-the-door blowjob. He pulls his shirt off over his head and shakes out his hair, letting Jisung ogle him for just a moment before he takes him by the hips and flips him over.
Jisung assumes the position right away, folding himself onto his hands and knees, arching his back and spreading his thighs to raise his ass.
“God, look at you,” Minho murmurs, smoothing his palms over the curve of Jisung’s ass, squeezing hard before swatting one side with a loud smack.
Jisung yelps, but preens anyway, leaning back into Minho’s touch. He loves being spanked, but they rarely do it because the sound would be so obvious. “Hyungie,” he whines as he deepens his arch, a silent ask for another.
Minho traces his fingertip up Jisung’s spine, watching him shiver before he brings his hand down on the opposite cheek. Jisung’s cock twitches as he soothes the irritated pink skin with slow nice circles of his palm. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs before bringing his other hand back to Jisung’s ass to spread him open. “Look at you.”
“Minho-ah, don’t stare there,” Jisung sulks, hiding his face in his folded arms.
“But you’re so pretty,” Minho muses as he brushes his thumb over the furled little pink hole. He loves playing with Jisung’s ass. He’s so sensitive, so reactive, always groomed immaculately even though Minho insists Jisung doesn’t need to wax and bleach for him. Still, it makes him so… edible. Spreading Jisung wide, he bends over and licks at the cute entrance, listening to the gasp Jisung lets out. Minho is so touched that Jisung took the time to reassure him today, that he came to find him when he was upset, that he didn’t just apologize, but took Minho out on a date and arranged some quality time for just the two of them to make up for it. He wants to make Jisung feel good. He wants to make up for the disconnect they felt, for the morning of distance, for the awkwardness. He grabs Jisung’s hips and buries his face between his thighs, eating him out until his tongue feels sore and Jisung’s cock is drooling pre-come onto the comforter beneath him.
Jisung is vocal when he’s allowed to be. He moans and cries again and again as Minho licks him open, twitching needily to try and chase more of his tongue’s wet heat. He shakes when Minho kisses his perineum and licks over his balls, simultaneously craving more, but not wanting Minho to stop.
When Minho finally leaves him to fetch the lube, Jisung flips over, gesturing for Minho to lie close to him as he spreads his legs for the preparation stage of their foreplay. God, it’s nice to have enough time for foreplay. “Come here, jagi,” he says with a soft smile as he lies down and glues himself to Jisung’s side, stroking his inner thigh just to touch him as they come together in a kiss. Jisung parts his lips and Minho licks inside, practically purring as Jisung runs a hand through his hair. He loves this part. He loves just being naked and tangled up together, kissing, feeling each other. He goes in for kiss after kiss until his eagerness makes them both laugh and he finally slicks up his fingers to open Jisung up.
“Can I ride you?” Jisung whispers, eyes half lidded and breathing heavy as Minho works two fingers in and out of him. “I really want to make you feel good.”
“Sure baby, but you know I’m gonna feel good no matter what position we’re in, right?” Minho brushes a kiss against Jisung’s cheek, rubs deep circles into his prostate with the tips of his fingers.
Jisung sighs at the stimulation, rolling his hips as his eyes flutter shut. “I know, but I really just want to be good for you,” he breathes out and turns his head to nuzzle his face into Minho’s neck, kissing lightly up his jugular. “I feel bad about earlier.”
“Why?” Minho frowns, slowing his fingers, so Jisung can speak easily, but keeping them snug inside, so he doesn’t have to feel empty. “Sungie, I’m the one who messed things up. It’s nothing.”
“But I was way too mean,” Jisung nearly whispers. “You made a mistake, but you were trying to help me. I didn’t let you explain or anything, I just basically screamed at you and stormed out.” He throws an arm over Minho’s chest, turning slightly on his side to hold him closer without letting his fingers slip out. He kisses along Minho’s jaw then nuzzles his nose against it apologetically. “I made you cry, hyungie, that’s not nothing.”
Minho blushes, a little embarrassed at how emotional he’d gotten. “You’re allowed to be upset with me when I hurt your feelings. I broke your trust and you were angry. You were allowed to be.”
“But I don’t want to handle things like that when I’m mad at you… I should have talked to you. I shouldn’t have yelled and I shouldn’t have ignored you at dance practice until you were so anxious, you couldn’t focus.” Jisung pouts and lifts his head, tucking a lock of Minho’s hair back behind his ear even as he continues squirming subtly on his fingers, tensing around them and shifting down to push them deeper. “I just want to make you feel really nice and show you how much I love you after that, you know?”
“I know you love me,” Minho says with a soft smile and his face still stained pink. He kisses Jisung’s forehead, then the side of his nose, then his cute puffy cheek, and finally, his lips. The kiss is closed-mouthed and chaste, but still tender, lingering. He moves his fingers gently inside of Jisung, massaging his prostate just to make him feel nice. “You can ride me if you want,” he whispers between kisses, nipping at Jisung’s lower lip. “Feel ready?”
“Mhm.” Jisung wiggles his hips as if to demonstrate and Minho laughs as he removes his fingers, wiping them haphazardly on the sheets and taking the lube again to slick himself up.
Soon, Minho is sitting up, back against the headboard with Jisung in his lap. He bites his lip as Jisung sinks onto his cock, taken aback every time by the tight heat of it no matter how many times they have sex. When their bodies are connected like this, he swears he can feel Jisung’s heartbeat. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, hugs him close and kisses all along his neck as they sigh and start to move together. Everything is slick and hot, Jisung’s skin smooth everywhere they’re touching.
Jisung’s breath hitches as he starts to bounce in his lap, fingers digging into Minho’s shoulders, his stiff cock nudging against his abs each time he bucks forward. Minho circles Jisung’s dick with his hand and strokes as he sucks on his collarbone, uncaring if the makeup team has to deal with a hickey to hide. Jisung is so vocal, moaning nonstop as he eases up and down, as Minho touches him and kisses all the places he’s sensitive. Jisung is warm to the touch and they move together so easily. Jisung rolls his hips and Minho pushes up, pulls him down by his waist, helps guide the pace, so Jisung doesn’t get too tired. He plays with his cock like it’s something delicate, skimming the pad of his thumb around the blunt tip, squeezing at the base to keep Jisung from getting too worked up too quickly.
When they kiss, it’s all tongue and teeth, messy and graceless, but so perfect all at once. Minho moans into Jisung’s mouth because there’s no one to hear him except his baby and Minho wants him to know how good he feels. With his free hand, he gropes Jisung’s ass, his chest, drags his nails over the top of his thigh to make him preen and shiver. Jisung is equally attentive. He strokes Minho’s hair, murmurs sweet words of praise in his ear about how good he feels, how much he loves him, until Minho is blushing bright red and panting against his lips.
“Hyung, I’m gonna come,” Jisung whispers, whining as he presses their foreheads together and grinds down hard, gasping when Minho pushes up to meet him. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close, jagi please, please.”
“I got you, I got you,” Minho assures him, stroking a little faster, tightening his grip around the tip the way Jisung likes and leaning back to just watch him. He fucking loves making Jisung come in this position. He loves seeing how hard he hits his climax, loves the filthy feeling of Jisung marking him. Even though his own climax is approaching with Jisung riding the life out of him, Minho keeps his eyes open, keeps stroking, and watches Jisung unravel.
“Hyung!” Jisung practically squeaks as he tumbles over the edge, bouncing desperately in Minho’s lap as his cute little cock shoots streaks of white over Minho’s chest and abs. He doesn’t care about the mess, he just watches in awe as Jisung comes hard, spurting again and again as he tenses rhythmically around him, head tipped back and skin flushed pink.
Minho bites his lip, tries to hold off until he feels Jisung start to soften in his hand then buries his face in Jisung’s shoulder as he bucks his hips up and comes. He gasps as his cock twitches inside Jisung, filling him with the hot wet sensation of his release. He feels Jisung stroking his hair, hears him whispering “good hyungie, let me feel you, just like that,” and swears his vision fully whites out for a few seconds. When he lifts his head, Jisung’s hands cup his face, pull him up into a soft kiss that makes Minho feel like melted chocolate. His limbs are heavy and loose, everything warm, fuzzy, and wonderful as delicate fingers brush over his scalp and caress his jaw.
“Love you,” Jisung hushes, nuzzling their noses together adorably before he lifts up.
They both wince at the separation, but when Minho moves to get up, Jisung nudges him back down.
“I literally came all over you,” Jisung giggles, looking at the mess he made of Minho’s torso. “Geeze, look how much. Your dick is too good and I’m too hydrated.”
Minho crinkles his nose and Jisung laughs again, climbing out of bed to slink off to the bathroom.
“Stay still for just a couple minutes, okay? I’ll be right back,” Jisung says before walking confidently out of the bedroom to the bathroom down the hall, fully naked and thoroughly debauched. Minho hopes to God none of the guys came home early.
He does as he’s told, sulking a little bit at Jisung stealing the aftercare from him. Minho likes to pamper him a little bit afterwards. He likes to clean Jisung up, bring him water, and even rub a little lotion into his back and shoulders. It seems only fair with all the effort it takes to get fucked in the ass.
Jisung returns after a few minutes, still naked, but clean now. Minho loves seeing him like this, just casually undressed. He loves the full vision of his body, loves to stare at his ass when he turns around or bends over, and hell, he just really thinks his boyfriend’s dick is cute. All of Jisung is adorable. He’s holding a damp washcloth and a glass of water, bringing the cup to Minho to drink from as he wipes him down.
“You know I can do this myself,” Minho chuckles as Jisung cleans up his chest and his belly, blushing when Jisung starts carefully wiping over his soft oversensitive cock.
“You literally do this for me, like, every time. Sometimes I wanna be all romantic and chivalrous after sex too, you know.” Jisung tosses the washcloth into the laundry hamper from across the room and smiles wide at Minho, proud of himself either for making the shot or for dutifully performing the sexual aftercare.
“You’re cute,” Minho sighs, shifting to lie down and opening his arms. “Weighted Sungie blanket?”
Jisung nods and crawls over, flopping down on top of Minho, so his full modest body weight rests on him and Minho can happily wrap his arms around him from below. It’s a frequent request of Minho. Sometimes he just lies down and asks Jisung to lay on top of him. He likes the compression, the weight, the warmth. He likes the smell of Jisung’s shampoo as he nuzzles his head into the crook of his neck. It’s even better when they’re naked (except the time Jisung slipped and almost crushed Minho’s balls to death, but he recovered).
Everything feels better now. Tangled up with the boy he loves, Minho knows he didn’t ruin everything. He knows Jisung still loves him even if he made a mistake.
“Sung-ah?” Minho asks softly, skimming the tips of his fingers up and down Jisung’s back to give him little tingles.
“Mm?”
“Do you still trust me?” He feels embarrassed asking, but parts of their fight still echo in his head — when Jisung said he didn’t need his help anymore, when he said that he’d confided in and trusted him. His heart still gives a painful twinge at the thought that Jisung might not share his feelings so openly anymore, that he might not seek Minho’s comfort and support when he needs it. Minho will hold his tongue next time someone else hurts Jisung’s feelings, but will he still come and tell him about it? If he has a panic attack, does he still trust Minho to help him calm down?
“Of course I do,” Jisung says like it’s obvious, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against Minho’s cheek. “I was a little upset in the moment, but I didn’t mean all of that. I trust you, hyungie.”
“So you’ll still tell me when you’re sad? Or when you’re anxious? And I promise I won’t talk to anyone else about it, I just want to… be there for you, I guess.” It feels corny to say out loud, but it’s true. Minho would never forgive himself if he broke the trust between them.
“Yeah, baby, of course.” Jisung lifts his head and kisses him again, on the lips this time. He cups Minho’s face in his hand and nuzzles their noses together when they part, eyes crinkled in a smile. “You’re always going to be my go-to, yeah? Nothing is different.”
“Okay.” Minho breathes out a sigh of relief and gives Jisung’s ass a squeeze, the universal Minho language for ‘everything is good.’
“We’re probably going to have to stop doing human blanket and shower before the guys get home,” Jisung says and Minho stubbornly wraps his legs around him too, trapping his boyfriend with all four of his limbs. “Hey, hey,” Jisung giggles. “Don’t jostle me, I’ll knee you in the balls again.”
Minho winces and loosens his grip a little. He may be unsure about kids one day, but he would like to keep his balls in tact for now. “Fine, fine.” He keeps his arms tight around him to savor the warmth for just a little longer. “…Five more minutes?”
Jisung rolls his eyes, but he looks fond and adorable nevertheless. Minho loves him so fucking much. “Whatever you need, big baby,” he says, then settles right in like he didn’t really want to get up in the first place. “Just don’t get too protective when we shower. If soap gets in my eye, you don’t need to give it a stern talking to about being nice to me.”
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not that bad,” Minho defends himself, chuckling as Jisung presses a few kisses along his neck. “Mean.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure you could defend me perfectly from the shampoo.”
“Alright.”
“If I slip in the tub, don’t call it out-“
“Okay, okay!”