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Lee Minho. Just mention the name around campus and immediately 10 people will turn their heads to find him. Drop dead gorgeous, funny, kind, friendly. Dances like cascading water; smooth, effortless and powerful. He captivated, charmed and beguiled almost the entire campus, and people would do anything to be close to him.

Minho knew all this. He knew he was lusted after, revered almost. He felt he had the world in the palm of his tiny hand. So naturally it came as a shock when one day his girlfriend Sara walked straight past him to drape herself over another man and start kissing his neck. Minho stood there, speechless, his hand standing comically outstretched towards her like in some angsty movie.

His friends stood around him, mouths open in shock.

‘’Ah… did… did something happen with you two?” Felix stammered glancing between him and Sara.

Minho didn’t even register the words. He took a deep breath and imagined the oxygen flowing to his frozen muscles like oil for the Tin Man. He slowly made his way to where Sara was nibbling at the other guy’s ear, her long hair falling over her cleavage that was bursting out of a push up bra two sizes too small.

“Sara?” He tried to keep his voice steady, calm, well aware of the small crowd who had gathered around.

“Oh, Minho, hi,” she said, as if she’d just now remembered he existed.

“Can we talk?” he squeezed out through lips that were stretched in a dangerously polite smile.

But Minho barely listened to Sara’s rambling. Something about her meeting this douche in a club. Apparently, he was some famous Youtuber, who made outrageous prank videos aimed at hurting and embarrassing people. She had gone home with him and spent the weekend in his bed. They had decided to hook up regularly.

Minho just stood there. He was focussing all his energy into keeping hot tears from flowing down his face. Tears of betrayal, tears of stupidity. Tears of embarrassment.

Only when he was home, did he allow the floodgates to open and douse his checks in the salty streams. He had been with Sara for most of the year. She was ridiculously hot, big bright eyes, long silky hair, body like an hourglass. Everyone wanted her. She was the princess to his prince. Together they had ruled the campus – setting trends, running the most popular clubs, envy of the university. And now she had dumped him, thrown him away like a used tissue, stained and soaked with the purulence of their rotten love.

***

The days that followed were like some kind of ongoing nightmare. The whole campus was buzzing with the news. Girls sent sympathetic looks his way, guys snickered behind his back. He caught whisps of conversations about him, floating along the corridors. “left him for that Youtube guy….. mustn’t have been satisfied… poor boy lost his game… never knew why he was so popular in the first place… thinks he’s all that, look at him now…”

He stalked outside, trying to ignore them. His dance club friends were sprawled around a big tree on the lawn and he deposited himself beside them with a groan.

“Shit, you’ve looked better,” Felix said casting a sympathetic glance in his direction, his slim back slouched against the tree.

Minho just groaned again.

“Yeah…. The rumour mill has been turning pretty hard. Today I overheard someone say without Sara you were like a used condom – shrivelled up and useless without her filling you up,” Hyunjin added helpfully.

“This is bullshit!” Minho felt the anger rising up in him. He felt the days of ridiculous rumours bubbling up, like hot lava threatening to burst out of a volcano. “That bitch didn’t make me, I made her! No one even knew who she was before we started dating!”

“Try telling that to Roger in anatomy,” Hyunjin muttered wryly.

“You know what? This whole situation is fucked! I’ll prove to everyone that I’m not some cast off …. I’m fucking Lee Minho, I could make anyone in this uni popular just by association!”

“Anyone?” Hyunjin smirked up at him, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Why do I feel like there’s a bet coming on?” Felix sighed, resignation already stamped on his features.

Hyunjin glanced at him, “always so observant Lixxie” he beamed. “Ok, here’s the lowdown – Minho, we choose your target. If you can get them invited to Taecyeon’s Spring party then you win. If you can’t… we win.”

Taecyeon was an older PhD candidate. If Minho was like a prince at the uni, he was like a god. Every person on campus knew him, lecturers, post grads and undergrads alike. Every year he held a party at the start of the spring holidays. It was the event of the year, its extravagance only matched by it’s exclusivity. Being invited meant you were the height of popularity. Last year, Hyunjin and Felix had been the only ones invited from the whole first year cohort. Minho had been too, of course, and Sara – but they were a few years older, where more invites tended to occur.

Minho stared at his friend. He was sure he would choose some nerdy and unattractive girl, maybe overweight or with bad hygiene. But Minho genuinely thought he could work with pretty much anything. Plus, he really needed a win right now.

“You’re on. Loser has to run into every lecture hall in the economics building in a chicken suit squawking out the chicken song.”

“Deal.”

***

“YOU ARE SUCH A FREAK!!!” Minho and Hyunjin started at the sudden noise and turned to see a blonde girl screaming at someone. The someone in question was a scrawny boy, swamped in a black hoodie at least 5 sizes too big and a beanie pulled low on his forehead so that no hair escaped. Large red headphones adorned his neck and huge black combat boots engulfed his toothpick legs. He wore a huge bag draped over his hip and big round glasses sat on his nose.

“Thank you,” he replied calmly to the girl, “that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all day.”

The girl fumed as he turned on his heel, about to walk off, when he seemed to reconsider and turned back to her.

“Look, I already said that I’m sorry, but please understand it wasn’t intentional. There were a lot of people coming the other way and I had to step to the side. My bag accidently brushed you. My hands were in my pockets. I know you probably won’t believe me, but I would never intentionally touch anyone without permission.”

The girl just glared at him, so he sighed and turned away with another sorry. Minho swore he caught him mutter the words ‘vapid barbie’ under his breath as he left. The crowd that had gathered around them all sympathetically offered the blonde assistance.

“He brushed against my arse! What a creep! So disgusting! He tried to claim it was an accident but you know him. He’s a freak. Weird and smells like cheese. No girl will ever go near him, so he has to pick on poor unsuspecting victims like my arse! I bet he’s gone to rub one off in the toilets as we speak!”

Minho’s attention was drawn from the scene when he felt Hyunjin looking at him with that annoying glint in his eye.

“I think we’ve found our target,” he smirked.

Minho spent the rest of the day arguing with Hyunjin.

“He’s a guy!”

“Never said it had to be a girl.”

“He’s a sexual predator!”

“His bag brushed a girl in a crowded hallway.”

“He’s… impossible. Antisocial, weird. He barely has any friends.”

“I’ll look up chicken suits on ebay.”

Finally, Felix butted in, “He’s not that bad. He just doesn’t do the whole ‘mainstream’ thing. He seems nice enough.”

“Ergh, how I am supposed to make someone ‘not into mainstream’ popular enough to go to Taecyeon’s party?” Minho wailed. He had been assuming the target would be a girl, one he could charm into going along with his suggestions, one who wanted to be popular but didn’t know how. Not a guy who showed no interest in him and his friends, who he’d never even seen at any events or parties. Who seemed content to hang out with his Alternative friends and do Alternative Things.

“Exactly” Hyunjin ended the conversation with a smirk.

***

The next day Minho had psyched himself up enough to approach the boy. Felix had informed him his name was Han Jisung and he was the same age as Hyunjin and Felix. He saw him walking along the corridor with two short but muscular guys, all three wearing black. They gave off a strange vaguely intimidating air that made Minho hesitate. Then he thought of the chicken suit and took a step towards him.

“Hi, Jisung right?” he directed his attention to the boy in question, “I’m Lee Minho, nice to meet you.”

Jisung stared at him for a second that seemed to last a century. He had big, round doe eyes behind his huge round glasses. They held an animosity that took Minho off guard as he tried not to wither at the feeling of being dissected by that calculating glare.

“What do you want?” Jisung asked, wary and on edge.

“Oh, I just wanted to say hi. My friend Felix is in your music theory class. He said you were really talented.”

Jisung scoffed and moved to walk past him.

“Who are your friends?” Minho inquired. Jisung didn’t stop but his friends did.

“I’m Chan, and this is Changbin,” one with slightly curly hair and a strange accent stated.

“Nice to meet you guys! Maybe sometime we can all hang out.”

The shortest one snickered, “good luck with that,” as they followed Jisung down the hall.

***

For the next two weeks Minho said hi to Jisung every time he saw him, and tried to engage him in conversation, only to be fobbed off with glares and disbelieving scoffs.

“This is literally impossible!” Minho wailed to Felix as they were walking to the dance studio. “He won’t even give me the time of day!”

Felix laughed sympathetically, “did you try to talk to him about things he likes? I think they like rap and hip hop, I overheard him talking to someone about an underground gig this Thursday.”

“I tried asking about music but he just ignored me, as always. It’s like he’s allergic to hot people.”

This time it was Felix’s turn to scoff. “Tickets much” he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, an idea surfaced in the waters of his mind, “hey, Felix, what were the details of that show?”

The next time Minho saw Jisung he was ready. “Hey Jisung, you going to that Huta gig tonight?”

For the first time since their first meeting, Jisung actually stopped to look at him. For a second his eyes showed a hint of surprise, before he cast a disparaging look over Minho. He felt like he was being analysed again and tried not to flush as Jisung’s eyes took in his fluffy pink jumper and soft white beret.

“You know who Huta is?” he scoffed disbelievingly.

“Yeah, I’m going tonight. Are you guys? Maybe we can go together!”

Jisung merely rolled his eyes and once again walked past him. It was Chan who called out as they passed “we’ll see you there” with an amused smile.

***

Minho was strangely nervous. He put it down to the fact that he had never been to an underground gig before. He had styled himself more to the aesthetic he was expecting for this kind of event – loose black pants, a black denim jacket and an oversized Supreme t-shirt with some bread and peaches on it. He stuffed his hair into a beanie to complete the look. He checked his reflection, and nodded to himself in satisfaction.

Minho took a bus to the venue and handed in his ticket at the door. He had arrived a little late, not wanting to get to the venue before the others and have to stand around by himself. Once inside he realised he was going to have a hard time. The place was packed, and most people were dressed in a similar fashion. They were all crowded around a small stage, throwing their arms out with the beat. He decided to calm his nerves a bit with a drink before starting his search.

While he was at the bar ordering a CC and dry, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

“Minho! Minho! You came!” It was Chan. When Minho turned around to face him though, the older boy stood staring for a second, before bursting into laughter.

“What?” he queried, suddenly self-conscious and peering down at his outfit.

Chan just shook his head, still giggling like a teenager on their first date. “Come on, I’ll take you to the others.”

As they made their way through the crowd Minho took some steadying breaths. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous, sure he was out of his comfort zone but that shouldn’t be causing this heavy weight in his stomach.

Changbin greeted him casually, before glancing down and also breaking into chortles. It was only when Jisung turned around that he finally understood why.

Jisung. Jisung was wearing the exact same shirt as him. If that alone wasn’t enough to set him off too, the look of absolute horror on Jisung’s face was. He looked like someone had just murdered his favourite plant.

“I guess you two are more alike than we thought.” Changbin squeezed out between chuckles.

“You look like a couple. How cuteeee,” Chan cooed.

Jisung sent a smouldering glare to the floor and tried to hide the shirt with his jacket.

The night actually proved to be a lot of fun. Minho joined in jumping and waving his hands around to the hip hop beats with the others. He even tried to sing along to some of the more repetitive refrains. Once he sang the wrong line really loudly just when the song stopped. He was mortified at first, ears and face reddening as people around him stared and laughed. He felt like he wanted to dissolve into the air like a spray of Febreez, but then he caught Jisung beaming at him and such thoughts dissolved themselves.

His smile was mesmerizing. His lips parted wide in a heart shape, and his cheeks bunched up into round little balls. His eyes positively sparkled. The sight had frozen Minho to the spot, his brain helpfully screaming CUTE instead of doing anything of use, like averting his eyes or remembering to breathe. Finally, Jisung saved him by turning back to the stage and he was free. His brain now finally decided to help him out, rationalising that he was just not used to seeing any expression on Jisung’s face except disdain and mocking smirks. The desire to do anything to see that smile again flitted past his consciousness, like a dandelion seed on a spring breeze before it disappeared into the void.

Outside the venue, Chan and Changbin excused themselves to go to a convenience store for some energy drinks before they drove home, leaving Minho and Jisung awkwardly standing on the footpath.

Jisung cleared his throat and turned to Minho. “Look, I appreciate the effort and everything, but I’m sorry, you’re really not my type,” he stated bluntly.

Minho was taken aback. “wh-what?” he stammered. “I- I’m not – I don’t – I’m straight,” he finished weakly.

Jisung’s eyes widened, “really? Oh sorry man, I didn’t mean to assume. But… then why have you been trying so hard to talk to me, you even invited yourself here though it’s pretty clear you’ve never heard a Huta song in your life…” he trailed off with a confused look.

Minho considered his answer. He realised it probably did seem pretty strange, his sudden interest in Jisung. It’s not like he could tell him he was a bet though. If he was honest with himself he wasn’t even sure if it was just the bet anymore… something about the way Jisung gave him nothing, refused to fall at his feet like so many before him, made Minho want to try harder to get his approval.

“I just find you interesting, I guess,” he eventually supplied. “I mean most of the student body is gossiping about me at the moment, it’s kind of refreshing to see someone who clearly doesn’t give a shit about it. So I just wanted to… I don’t know, try to be your friend I guess.”

Jisung stared at him for a second. That same stare that was always analysing, trying to uncover the secrets of his soul. Like every other time he came away disappointed, either with what he found there, or that he couldn’t find anything there, Minho didn’t know.

“Right,” was all he divulged, and then turned to Chan and Changbin who had chosen that moment to noisily return.

***

The next day Minho was buying his lunch from a café on campus when he saw Jisung, Chan and Changbin lounging in the sun by the oval. On one end a group of guys was playing a friendly game of soccer, while the girls’ cheerleading team was practising nearby.

“Hi guys,” Minho chirped as walked over to them. “Mind if I sit with you? My friends all have class now.”

“Sure” Changbin chimed, at the same time Chan said, “go ahead.”

Minho looked to Jisung. He didn’t say a word, just sat staring out at the field.

“You’ll have to forgive him, think he’s enjoying the view a little too much” Chan stated as he threw a fond smile in his friend’s direction.

Minho glanced over at the cheerleaders bouncing around in tiny skirts and crop tops. So this was Jisung’s type? Minho was a little surprised. He didn’t think Jisung was one to be interested in them – they cared about their appearance and popularity more than he thought Jisung would agree with. Still, he guessed an attractive girl was an attractive girl, and the intense workouts of the routines gave them bodies worth drooling over.

 He decided to plop himself down right in front of Jisung, effectively blocking them from his sight.

“Hi there, Jisungie,” Minho flashed him his best, warmest smile. “How’s your day been?”

“It was actually pretty good until you showed up,” Jisung replied dryly.

“Oh come on, there’s no need to be mean. We’re Supreme buddies after all!”

“What are the chances of you just leaving me alone?”

“I’d say you’d have more chance of turning into a kangaroo.”

Jisung groaned exasperatedly and flopped down onto his back.

“Dear Zico, please let this man find someone else to obsess over,” he clasped his hands towards the sky.

Chan and Changbin glanced at Jisung’s vulnerable form and shared a smirk, before descending on him, tickling him until he was screaming with a mix of laughter and pain.

Minho felt a strange warmth blooming in his chest at the sight. It was clear how fond the boys were for each other. How precious their friendship was. He felt a weird desire to be part of it.

Suddenly, one of the boys who had been playing soccer ran over to them. He was older, probably a post-grad student. He wore a tank top, his exposed arm muscles bulging and covered with sweat.

“You look like you need some saving Sungie” he laughed at the pile of boys on the ground.

“Junho hyung!” Jisung cried, immediately pushing the others off him and sitting up.

“Hey Sungie, how are you? I didn’t see you at the studio last night.”

“Oh- uh – I….” Jisung stammered. His cheeks were beginning to turn a light shade of pink as he scrambled for words. Minho stared at him in awe. He had never seen this side of Jisung before. He must really respect this guy.

“We went to a Huta gig,” Minho supplied helpfully. “I’m Minho by the way.”

“Oh?” Junho turned to Minho, “are you a new friend of Sungies? I don’t think I’ve seen you with him before.”

“He’s not a friend!” Jisung blurted, “he’s just been hanging around.”

“Getting all the guys, huh? Bout time everyone realised how cute you are,” Junho giggled as Jisung’s pink turned to a scarlet.

“Hyung! It’s not like that I swear!”

“I know Sungie, I just can’t help teasing you.” Junho reached down and squeezed one of Jisung’s cheeks before turning to leave, stopping only to call out “see you round boys! Nice to meet you Minho!”

Minho stared at the Jisung shaped tomato in front of him.

“Wow, look at you!” he exclaimed. “You must really look up to him. You’re burning like the sun!”

“Look up to him?” Changbin snickered. “I guess that’s one way of putting it…”

Before he could continue Jisung dived on top of him and his words quickly turned to shouts of exaggerated pain.

When they had run out of energy they both lay sprawled on the grass.

“Do you go to the studio often?” Minho enquired.

“Most nights, yeah,” replied Chan. “Want to come? We’re going after our last class tonight.”

“Hell yeah!” Minho almost shouted, way too quickly. Jisung just groaned again.

***

Minho spent the afternoon in the dance studio, practising with Hyunjin and Felix.

During a well-deserved break, he slumped to the floor next to them, breathing heavily.

“So, how’s the bet coming along?” Hyunjin asked with a grin.

“Yeah, has he acknowledged your existence yet?” Felix added.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I went to a gig last night with him! And he SMILED AT ME!”

“OH MY GOD, HE SMILED AT YOU?!? You’re practically soulmates! Felix, call the costume shop for that chicken suit for me, I guess I lost.”

Hyunjin definitely deserved the water Minho flicked at his face.

“I’m going to the studio with them tonight as well. I know it might not seem like it, but I feel like I’m making progress. Also, I learnt he likes cheerleaders. I can use that to help him get more popular.”

“He likes cheerleaders?” Felix sounded doubtful. “Are you sure?”

“Saw it with my own eyes.”

“But I thought he was –“

“Great plan Hyung!” Hyunjin interrupted. “I’m sure he’d be grateful for some help scoring one of those hotties.”

When Minho arrived at the recording studio he felt that weird nervousness again. He had been told to arrive at 6, and this time he came a few minutes early, not wanting to interrupt once they’d started. The three boys were already there, talking to the same guy from earlier, Junho.

Jisung was giggling cutely at something he’d said, and Junho playfully swatted his arm. Minho walked up and stood between them, bowing slightly to the older boy.

“Hi Junho sunbaenim,” he smiled, “are you recording with the boys too?”

“Oh hi, Minho,” Junho replied, “no I normally book the slot before they come. I’ve just finished.”

“Hyung has a voice like an angel,” Jisung looked wistfully at him, “I’m sad you’d already finished when we came today, I wanted to hear you sing again.” A pout formed on his lips that must have disgusted Minho as it caused a weird jolt in his stomach.

“Next time!” Junho winked at Jisung and left with a “see you round!”

They entered the small room, decked out with a high-tech looking computer and lots of instruments, as well as a weird looking mic.

“So you record songs in here?” Minho asked curiously.

“Not really, here is where we make the songs. We do record demos and stuff here as well. Like rough versions. If we want to record something properly there’s an actual recording studio with a proper booth that we use,” Changbin explained.

“A lot of the time we just kind of goof around. It’s fun for us, but some good songs come out of it. At the moment we just finished one called Insomnia. The final arrangement was a bit tricky, so today we’ll probably take it easier,” Chan added.

“oh, can I hear that one?” Minho eagerly asked.

“Maybe later,” Jisung shut him down before either of the others could say anything.

Chan took a seat on the chair near the computer, and Jisung and Changbin sat behind him on a long couch. Minho squeezed himself next to Jisung and the arm of the couch, not wanting to sit between them and disturb their work. Jisung moved over against Changbin as Minho tried not to feel disappointed at the space he made between them.

“Any good tracks hyung?” Changbin asked Chan.

“Chan normally makes the tracks for us, and we all work on the lyrics and melodies together,” Jisung explained to Minho quietly.

“I have one I want to play with.” Chan proceeded to play a soft, emotional track. Minho was surprised. He’d assumed thy would make a hip hop track full of anger and diss raps.

“I like it hyung. Let’s call it ‘Can’t live without Changbin’” Changbin smirked.

Chan chuckled. Jisung groaned.

“Fine, only because you helped Jeongin with his homework the other day,” Jisung relented. “Chan hyung you and Bin hyung take the first verse and chorus and I’ll follow up.”

What followed was definitely not what Minho had expected from these three boys who walked around like they hated the world. Chan wrote touching lyrics that included things like acrostic poems. Changbin filled the start and backing vocals with complaining and random noises that seemed to be from inside jokes. Jisung wrote a few notes on his phone and then decided to freestyle the rest as he recorded. The three of them laughed so much through the process, Jisung literally falling over his hyungs and clutching his stomach from laughing too much as he used the song to take subtle digs at Changbin. Changbin glared at him, but melted as soon as Jisung shot him a finger heart. Eventually even Jisung’s lyrics ended up with how much he loved his hyung, and Changbin was beaming.

At first Minho had just observed quietly, but the boys’ laughter was infectious, and he soon found himself laughing just as hard, small tears even forming in his eyes. At one point, Jisung was laughing so dramatically that he ended up leaning against Minho, and he stilled immediately, afraid to move in case Jisung would realise who he was on top of and move away.

Despite all of this, the most unexpected thing of all, was that the song actually sounded really good. The making process was nothing but chaos, but if you disregarded the ridiculous lyrics, the song sounded amazing. Minho thought he could listen to Jisung’s sweet, sentimental voice all day, and asked Chan to send him a copy.

When they left the studio 2 hours after they’d started Minho’s stomach was rumbling and he suggested they all grab something to eat, his shout.

“Thanks Minho, but I better get-“ Jisung was interrupted by a boy running up behind him and catapulting himself onto his back. Jisung stumbled at the sudden weight and they fell to the ground in a mess of limbs.

“Jeongin, I swear!” He yelled at the boy.

“Sorry, hyung. I left my keys at home so thought I’d wait for you and go together,” the boy explained, a bit sheepish. “Not my fault you’re so tiny and weak,” he added under his breath, making Chan and Changbin chuckle as they helped lift the boys up.

The new boy, Jeongin, was taller than the others and had a cute face and wide smile. The smile faltered as he finally noticed Minho there.

“Oh. My. God! You’re Lee Minho!” He shrieked.

“Hi, Jeongin, I presume,” Minho held out a hand for the boy, who took it, awestruck.

“What the hell is the Lee Minho doing with my annoying brother and his friends?” Jeongin asked in disbelief.

“I’m about to shout them dinner actually, you want to come?” Minho ignored Jisung’s glare to smile at the boy who was now hopping up and down.

“Hell yes! I mean of course. Wait til Seungmin hears about this!”

The dinner turned out to be a great move on Minho’s part. Chan and Changbin were now fully at ease around him, including him in their jokes and banter. He made sure to pay extra attention to taking care of Jeongin, giving him extra food, making sure he drank water along with his soju, as he could tell Jisung was protective of him. This seemed to work as well, as slowly the delicious food, soju and company of his friends and brother softened Jisung so much that he forgot whatever aversion he had towards Minho, and started to freely talk and interact with him.

“And then I realised the seam of my pants had ripped during the performance, and everyone in the audience had seen my underwear. I should have charged them extra for the privilege,” Minho joked.

“Really hyung?” Jisung laughed exasperatedly at him.

Minho’s face flushed (from the alcohol), and heart soared (at the thought of winning the bet). “Hyung” he murmured to himself, blinking slowly back at Jisung and smiling bright as the sun.

When a sober Changbin dropped the Han brothers off at their home, Minho called out to them, “See you tomorrow Sungie.”

“Bye, hyung. Thank you for dinner,” Jisung replied, before slinging his arm around his brother and walking inside.

That night Minho fell asleep with a smile on his face, and round cheeks floating through his mind.

***

The following day, as Minho was heading to the food court for lunch, he saw Jisung going the opposite way.

“Jisungie, are you having lunch with Chan and Changbin? He asked, secretly hoping for an invite.

“No, they had to go help out one of the lecturers. I’m just heading outside to eat.”

“By yourself?! No way, you’re coming with me. You can meet my friends.”

Jisung looked wary, but didn’t have much choice as Minho had already grabbed his arm and started pulling him along like he was a petulant child.

As they walked down the corridor, Minho noticed a lot of people cast strange looks in their direction. He was confused by it. Were they that surprised to see him with Jisung?

Jisung seemed to have read his mind, “that’s just how people look at me. A lot of people still think I felt up that girl in the hallway. Which is completely ridiculous. Why would I touch a girl?”

“Exactly! You would never touch someone without their permission. They’re just ignorant.”

Jisung shot him a strange look and seemed about to say something, but closed his mouth as they reached the food court.      

Minho made a beeline for his friends, who were already waiting there.

“Hey guys, this is Jisung,” he announced, “Jisung, this is Hyunjin and Felix.”

“Hi,” Jisung said shyly, looking down at his feet.

“Jisung, sit here” Felix pulled out the seat next to him, flashing his most disarming smile.

Jisung obliged, giving Felix a small smile in return.

“I made some brownies last night, would you like one?” he offered a box full of positively mouth-watering chocolate squares.

“Uhhhh, is there anything in them?” Jisung queried, not wanting to sound like he was judging but also not wanting to get unknowingly high.              

“Just a whole lot of love,” Felix chuckled, “and a fuck tonne of sugar.”

Jisung took one, and smiled at him, “thanks.”

“So Jisung, you’re in our year right? Are you born in 2000?” Hyunjin asked.

“Yeah, I’m in September,” Jisung squeezed out through a mouthful of brownie.

“WHAT DAY?!” Felix practically shouted in excitement.

“Uhhh the 14th?”

“ohmygod, WE’RE TWINS! I’m born the 15^th,” Felix was almost bouncing up and down. Jisung laughed at him, immediately relaxing as they continued the conversation. Minho watched, pleased. He felt a surge of love for Felix – he really was the most kind-hearted person he’d ever encountered. Trust him to break through Jisung’s cold shell so quickly.

“So how did you and Minho hyung become friends?” Hyunjin joined the conversation.            

“Well, he’s obsessed with me basically. Wouldn’t leave me alone. It was pretty much stalking. So I figured it would be easier to just give in.” Hyunjin laughed, though Felix went strangely quiet. Minho realised it was probably because Felix had always felt uncomfortable about the bet. He hoped Jisung wouldn’t question it.

Luckily, Jisung checked his watch and left in a hurry, saying he had a tute to attend.

“This is so wrong hyung. Jisung is so nice,” Felix admonished him.

“I’m not doing him any harm Lixxie,” Minho rationalised, “If anything I’m helping him get out of his shell, make more friends.”

“He seemed happy with the friends he had.”

“No harm in making more though. And if he doesn’t know about the bet, he won’t be hurt by it.”

“The truth always comes out though. And someone always gets hurt.” And with that Felix packed his things and walked away.

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Minho started following Chan, Changbin and Jisung (they called themselves 3RACHA) to most of their studio sessions. Sometimes they worked seriously, sometimes they joked around. Minho just liked to watch, occasionally adding his opinion when asked. He found he just liked being around them. And hearing Jisung sing. Something about his voice made Minho’s soul feel like it was soaring high over the rocky mountains of his problems, looking down at them from above instead of scrambling around on them.

He listened to the recording Chan sent him of “Can’t live without Changbin” at least once a day. To him, it was the perfect song. If he wanted to cheer himself up he listened to the lyrics and remembered how much fun they had making them. If he wanted to relax he focussed on the soothing melodies.

He had also started dropping Jisung off at home afterwards. At first he had refused, but Minho was nothing if not persistent and it was so much faster than taking the bus. So once again, Jisung had found it easier to give in. Jeongin joined them sometimes when he stayed back to wait for his brother. Minho always felt a little jealous watching their interactions. Being an only child, he missed out on that kind of relationship. They were constantly bickering, but Minho could see the love glaring beneath the teasing words.

One particular day, as Minho walked into the studio, he immediately noticed a strange tension in the air. It was so thick he felt he could almost touch it. On closer examination, it seemed to be coming from Jisung. He seemed upset, the others cautiously working around him, as if trying not to step on a landmine and trigger some kind of explosion.

It didn’t work.

“SERIOUSLY!! Wooyoung!?!? Of all people!” Jisung huffed, dramatically flinging himself on the couch. “What do you think of Wooyoung, Minho hyung? He’s not even cute right? And he’s old! I’m so much cuter!”

Minho blinked slowly, unsure what was going on, or how to respond. “You’re the cutest Sungie,” Minho placated him, though looking at his huge puppy dog eyes, pouty lips and cheeks pushed up between his hands, Minho thought it wasn’t an exaggeration.

He sent a questioning look to Chan, who muttered quietly “he just found out Junho hyung is dating Wooyoung hyung. He’s taking it marvellously, as you can see.”

Minho was confused as to why this would upset Jisung so much. Maybe he thought he wouldn’t get to see Junho as much now that he was dating? He wouldn’t have time for Jisung anymore? But he thought it best not to ask and provoke the tiny angry ball now curled up inside his hoodie like a hedgehog.

Jisung was miserable and useless for most of the session. Minho ended up offering to take him home earlier, as he was just moping around, not actually contributing in any way. Chan and Changbin looked relieved when he agreed and walked with Minho to his car.

“Do you like horror movies Sungie?” he asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Jisung took a break from his moody brooding to answer. “Yeah, I do. I can’t watch them by myself though.”

“Want to come to my place and watch one with me? It’s still pretty early. We can eat popcorn and chocolate. That always makes me feel better.”

Jisung stared at him for a second. “Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks, hyung.”

The movie was so predictable. They talked over the top of it, managing to guess everything that would happen next. It didn’t stop Jisung from jumping at every little noise though.

RARGH! Another deformed monster appeared on the screen, making Jisung jump so violently he sent the popcorn he was holding flying everywhere.

“Sung!” Minho cried. “You made a mess! I’m sorry, but you can’t be trusted with the popcorn anymore.”

“Hyunggggg,” Jisung whined, “it’s too far away to reach it from the table.”

“Has anyone ever told you you are one of the laziest creatures on this earth?”

“pfft, that’s a lie and you know it. Koala’s sleep for 20 hours a day.”

“You watch too much National Geographic”

“Well you watch too much ‘how to annoy people’ videos”

“That’s ridiculous”

“You’re ridiculous,” Jisung poked his tongue out at him.

“That’s it! It’s time a taught you a lesson brat!” And with that Minho launched a tickle attack that would rival that of Elmo himself and Jisung was screaming and laughing until tears welled up in his eyes.

Satisfied with his work, Minho leaned back on the couch.

“Because I’m such a nice hyung, I’ll compromise.” He stated. “I’ll hold the popcorn, that way you don’t have to reach to the table, and I get to stop my house from turning into a breeding ground for maggots.”

Jisung was straightening up as he sighed, “Fine. But you better not eat it all.”

Minho smiled at Jisung as he positioned himself against his hyung. He laughed at the pout that still lingered on Jisung’s face.

“Wouldn’t dream of denying my Sungie his comfort food,” he cooed as he pushed a piece of popcorn between Jisung’s lips.

They settled back down and tried to pick up the storyline of the all but abandoned movie.

Jisung must have lost the thread of the plot entirely, as within about twenty minutes he had fallen asleep with his head resting on Minho’s shoulder. Minho wasn’t much better – he also gave up on the movie in favour of staring at Jisung’s cute squished up face as he slept.

When the credits started rolling, Jisung stirred, and Minho drove the sleepy boy home and deposited him into Jeongin’s arms at his door.

***

Thereafter, movie nights became their thing. They would go to Minho’s and watch, or sometimes to Jisung’s and watch with Jeongin and his best friend Seungmin. The two younger boys preferred action or fantasy movies though, and soon enough the three younger ones had somehow managed to get Minho to watch the whole Harry Potter series. Not that Minho really minded. Jisung would often act out his favourite parts along with the movie, and it was hilarious and endearing all at once.

Minho was surprised how well they got along. For people on complete opposite ends of the popularity scale at Uni, their interests and personalities matched like salt and pepper, different, but complimenting each other perfectly. Their time together was full of banter, laughter, and fun.

They started hanging out more frequently, including at Uni. Sometimes Minho would join 3RACHA for lunch, and sometimes Jisung would join Minho’s friends. Eventually, Minho had the great idea for the two groups to just eat together.

It was a bit awkward at first. It was clear Hyunjin and Felix were a bit wary of the older boys, and to be fair, they did exude an aura of hostility. But Minho knew that was just a brittle exterior, and they were both full of gooey marshmallow inside.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for them to soften up and get comfortable with each other. Jisung somehow roped the angelic Felix into his teasing of Changbin while Hyunjin and Chan discussed their favourite RnB songs. Minho sat back and watched, content, until a panicked Jisung flung himself behind him screaming “help me hyung!” as Changbin lunged for him.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he yelled, leaning over Minho to get to Jisung, instead causing them both to fall down on top of the younger boy. Minho hurriedly propped up his arms to hold up his and Changbin’s weight, worried about Jisung getting flattened, but he was relieved to hear him laughing.

“Don't pretend you don't love it hyung!” he laughed, and wriggled out from under Minho and made it to a safe distance before Changbin could scramble up himself. If Minho inconspicuously made it harder for Changbin to untangle himself no one needed to know.

“One of these days, your precious Minho hyung won’t be here to help you,” he growled.

“Pfft, Minho hyung is always there to help me. He’s obsessed with me remember?” Jisung cackled as Minho’s face turned beetroot red. He couldn’t find words to deny the outrageous statement, so instead settled on rolling his eyes and spitting out a dismissive “tch” that convinced no one.

Thus began the chaos of their group lunches. They ate together most days, generally outside under the big tree on the lawn, because together they were LOUD and their fellow students didn’t seem to appreciate the screaming so much in the food court.

***

One day, as Minho walked into the dance studio, he was surprised to see Jisung there. He was sitting with Felix against the wall and they seemed deep in conversation. Felix had his arm draped around Jisung’s shoulders, head bent close towards him. The sight made Minho feel strange. Did they need to sit so close? What were they talking about so seriously? He shook away the weird feeling and walked up to them. When he approached they stopped talking immediately. It sent a pang to his gut.

“Hi boys. What are you talking about so secretively?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just our music theory assignment. We got partnered together,” Felix beamed at Jisung.

“Oh, so you’ll be spending a lot of time together?”

“I mean I guess we’ll have to, right my bro?”

“Right!”

Minho sat down on the other side of Jisung and draped his arm over his shoulder, next to Felix’s.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to invite you to this event on Friday. It’s run by the Korean Society. We’re going to this fancy club. It should be fun!”

“Uhhh, thanks, but I don’t really go clubbing.”

“Come on! We’ll invite Chan and Changbin as well. I’m one of the committee members for the club, the more people the better!”

“We could get ready together,” added Felix. “It’ll be fun!”

Jisung looked at Felix, then at Minho.

“Fine,” he said, “but you’ll have to lend me something to wear.”

***

Friday came. Minho invited their group around to his house to get ready, and for pre-drinks. Felix arrived with a whole suitcase of “makeover supplies.” He took Jisung, the bag and a few drinks upstairs with him, went into the bathroom and refused to let anyone else in for the next hour and a half.

While they were gone, Minho distracted himself by providing drinks for everyone, finishing his makeup and chatting to Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin.

Everyone was dressed to impress as the event invite stipulated. Hyunjin wore a pink silk shirt tucked into high waisted black pants, Chan and Changbin both wore tight fitting dress shirts over dark jeans, and in the few seconds Minho had seen Felix before he stole Jisung away upstairs he had been wearing a loose white shirt with a frill at the front that made him look like a prince from a fairy tale. Minho himself was wearing a loose red silk shirt tucked into leather pants that hugged his form in all the right places. The shirt had a piece of fabric that wrapped around his neck like a choker. He had spent forever choosing the outfit, and even longer doing his makeup – gold and brown shimmering eyes and more subtle red on his lips to match his shirt.

Minho couldn’t stop himself from frequently glancing up the stairs, wondering what on earth they were doing up there. All alone. He knew he was being obsessive, but he couldn’t help it, especially when he ventured up once to hurry them up and heard soft giggling and caught a few murmured words through the door “… amazing Sungie… want to jump you…”

With only about 10 minutes until they had to leave, Felix finally emerged from the bathroom and came down the stairs. He positively beamed at them “wait till you see him! Some of my best work.”

Everyone waited in anticipation, staring at the staircase.

“C’mon Sung!” Felix called when nothing happened.

Then slowly the bathroom door opened and Jisung appeared at the top of the stairs.

Minho’s eyes blew wide, trying to devour the sight. His mouth fell open slightly and his heart stuttered like a faulty lamp.

Jisung. Jisung was standing there. But he was not the Jisung Minho knew, oversized everything, huge round glasses and messy hair. This Jisung was the main heartthrob stepped out of an anime. His hair was dyed a dark blue and was slicked back off his face. He had blue contacts in and a dark smoky eye that shimmered in the light. Tight leather pants and combat boots adorned his lower half. A black fitted tank top was covered by a sheer flowing dress shirt that was cinched in at his tiny waist with a few black studded belts.

Minho just stood there in shock. As Jisung was always draped in layers of oversized clothes, Minho had assumed he would be scrawny, with twig like limbs. Little did he know this had been hiding underneath. The man before him had bulging biceps and toned shoulders that flexed under the sheer fabric, the hints of a well-defined chest poking through the tank top.

Everyone around him had been voicing their enthusiastic approval and congratulating Felix on his work, but for some reason Minho found he couldn’t do anything except stare at the boy as he made his way down the stairs and stood before Minho, and nervous smile on his face.

“Acceptable?” he queried, “I’m not going to embarrass you hyung?”

Minho just stood there, his senses freshly assaulted with the boy up close. Jisung’s teasing demeanour turned confused, “hyung…?”

Hyunjin, after spending a few moments laughing at his friend, decided to come rescue him. He clapped a hand on his shoulder “he thinks you look really hot, right hyung?” Minho nodded before he could stop himself. Jisung’s smile grew wider.

Hyunjin organised two ubers to pick them up. As they were waiting Minho went to the kitchen and had a few extra shots, just for good measure, before returning to the group.

Minho, Jisung and Felix rode together, while Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin rode in the second car. Uber regulations meant they all had to sit in the back of the car, leaving Jisung squished in the middle as he was shortest. Jisung and Felix chattered away about the makeover. Minho sat quietly and tried to ignore the feel of Jisung’s arm on his, the flex of his muscles whenever he shifted.

It’s not like he hadn’t been this close to him before, but Jisung had always felt soft, cushions of copious fabric between them. Now he felt every fibre of lean muscle through their thin shirts. He made a mental note that it had been too long since he’d had sex and he should try to find a girl tonight. He needed to get rid of the tension that had obviously built up and was causing even harmless touches from friends to feel like hell fire in his veins.

This could work well. He could find girls for both him and Jisung. For a bit of fun at least, or maybe even something that developed into more. He would be the best wingman ever, and with Jisung looking like this, it shouldn’t be hard to find attractive girls for them both, thus raising Jisung’s social status, and helping him relieve his frustrations.

Suddenly he felt Jisung’s eyes on him and realised he’d asked him a question. Jisung chuckled when he didn’t respond.

“What’s happening in that pretty head of yours hyung? Trying to count the number of red lights we pass as we drive?”

“Was just thinking about girls, you know,” Minho replied.

“Can’t say that I do,” Jisung quipped, then he and Felix dissolved into giggles. Minho didn’t get it. Just as he was about to ask what he meant, they pulled up at the club.

It was a fancy place with fake rose brushes twisted around an archway at the entrance, along with smooth white cupid statues on either side. Luckily it was only around 10pm, so there wasn’t a long line, and they were inside in no time.

They quickly found the booth reserved for the Korean Society and Minho introduced Jisung to the members there. Some of them seemed to recognise him, though they looked shocked at his transformation. There were around 10 people there at the booth. Minho explained they were expecting about 30 altogether and assumed that those that didn’t fit in the booth would either be at the bar, dancing or standing nearby talking.

“When the others get here, let’s get a shot,” Jisung suggested.

“Did someone say shot?” Hyunjin appeared at Jisung’s side.

Jisung laughed. “Are you like the devil except you appear when people mention alcohol instead of your name?”

“I am like the devil in many ways,” Hyunjin winked at him suggestively and drew him in by the waist.

“Ok, shots, let’s go!” Minho dragged Hyunjin with him to the bar, the others following closely behind.

They ordered 6 skittle bombs and once they downed them, Minho went to order another drink.

“A shot of fireball please,” he asked the bartender. Jisung threw him a look. “Make that two. And two cc and dry.”

They did the shots, then brought the drinks back to the booth. Jisung went to sit down on the edge, while Minho got talking to a small group of members standing near the side. One of the girls he was talking to, Soojin, was extremely pretty, long wavy hair, big eyes, and an hourglass figure. She had shown interest in him before, lowkey flirting during meetings even. He turned up his charm and soon enough the girl was laughing at his stupid comments, finding reasons to touch his arm, and fluttering her eyelids at him. He patted himself on the back and turned his attention to finding someone for Jisung.

He explained his situation to Soojin, and she started pointing out girls she knew were single and thought would like Jisung.

“Anna is really hot; I think she’d be into him too.”

“Ah, Anna might be a bit full on for him. I don’t think he has much experience.”

“Emma is really nice! She’d be great for him!”

“Yeah, but she’s a tad boring, isn’t she?”

“What about Jieun? She’s really pretty.”

“hmmm, she’s a bit too tall I think.”

“God, Minho, are you this fussy when it comes to finding girls for yourself?” She finally said after the fifth suggestion, throwing up her hands in defeat.

“I’m just… protective of him I guess. He’s not used to all this.”

“Well, I don’t think you need to worry, he seems to be doing fine on his own.” She nodded in the direction of the booth. Sure enough, a girl had squeezed herself into the non-existent space between Jisung and the end of the booth.

Her name was Hannah and Minho had only met her a few times. She was a first year, petite and cute as a button. Minho watched as she smiled up at Jisung, eyes twinkling, her hand draped on his arm, body pressed against his. He stared as she reached up to run a hand through the hair at the back of his neck, leaning in impossibly closer and closer to his lips.

Suddenly, Minho felt a large pang in his stomach. It churned and burned, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He must have drunk a bit too much too quickly. He hastily excused himself to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall.

He leaned over the toilet bowl, willing his body to throw up. To vomit out all the extra poison in his body and make this feeling go away. But it didn’t come out. Even worse, the pain had now radiated to his chest and he felt it stab into his heart. For some reason the image of Hannah leaning in to kiss Jisung kept replaying itself in his head and he shook it violently to get it out.

A knock sounded on the door. “Minho hyung?” Jisung’s voice floated timidly through the door. “Are you okay? I saw you rush off so I came to check.”

Minho took a few deep breaths and felt his stomach calm at the sound of his friend’s voice.

“I’m fine Sungie, just had a bit too much to drink.”

“Oh, well I was going to see if you wanted to go dance, but maybe you should rest instead.”

“Oh, no I’m fine!” Minho perked up considerably at the idea of dancing. “Let’s go dance.”

He came out of the stall and washed his hands.

“I’m surprised though, you looked like you were pretty busy back there.”

“Oh, Hannah?” Jisung said coyly, “Don’t worry, I let her down gently. I told her that I just came out to have fun with my friends.”

Minho couldn’t help smiling at that. Jisung really was endearing.

“Yeah. Let’s go do that. Let’s dance.” And he took Jisung’s hand to lead him to the dancefloor.

They found the rest of their group in amongst the throng of sweaty, grinding bodies. They welcomed them with an over affection that betrayed their level of intoxication and drew them into the circle. They jumped around, headbanging and doing ridiculous dance moves. It felt amazing. Minho was just there, letting go, having fun instead of worrying about what people thought. He felt free. He felt ecstatic. The endorphins from the exertion and the company of his friends mixed together to make a cocktail of pure happiness and he felt himself grinning like an idiot.

Jisung caught his expression and laughed, eyes sparkling beautifully as they drank him in. Minho felt a wave of fondness crash down on him and he drew closer to the boy, holding his tiny waist as they jumped and twisted around. Eventually they grew tired, and just stood there, swaying and holding each other. Jisung leaned his head into Minho’s chest and breathed out “thank you for making me come hyung. It’s really fun.” Minho just patted his sweaty head and held him even tighter.

The group danced and drank freely until the early hours of the morning, when they decided it was time to call it a night. Minho felt quite tipsy. Not quite enough to require help to walk, but he leaned into Jisung anyway as they made their way out to the ubers that dropped them home.

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Minho stared into Jisung’s round doe eyes. They were sitting on his couch watching a movie. Except neither of them was really watching anymore. There was a moment, one that they both felt, and it seemed Jisung would act on it. He kept his eyes on Minho’s, carefully assessing his reaction as he slowly stood up and climbed onto Minho’s lap, pressing his body down in just the right place to cause a tightening in his hyung’s pants. Minho gasped in surprise as Jisung rocked his hips back and forward slowly, teasing, all the while keeping those beautiful eyes trained on his. Except now they were filled with a dark desire that dragged Minho down into their lusty depths. As he felt Minho grow rock hard underneath him, he leaned in and connected their lips.

The second Jisung’s lips touched his, it was like a dam breaking. Desire crashed through the walls of Minho’s self-control, obliterating them. Minho was possessed, his lips and tongue moving fervently, his hands desperately grabbing at Jisung’s biceps, his waist, his arse. It felt like every nerve in his body was on fire. His brain short circuited, and the only thing left in it was Jisung. His hands continued to ravage Jisung’s body, worshipping every inch of sculpted muscle, until he reached his waistband, where he paused for a second, before slowly slipping inside.

And that was when Minho woke up, achingly hard, covered in sweat, and with Jisung’s name on his lips.

He panicked as he looked around his bedroom, relieved to find he was alone. He shuddered and tried to shake the dream fully from his mind. What was wrong with him? Why was he having dirty dreams about his friends? It must be all the built-up sexual tension, he realised. He hadn’t ended up hooking up with Soojin last night, so he must still be really strung out. He needed to fix that asap before it made things awkward between Jisung and him. He quickly opened his phone. A message from Jisung greeted him. He ignored it and instead sent Soojin a message, asking if he could take her on a date that night.

After confirming plans with her, Minho took a long cold shower and by the end of it he was much calmer. He would find relief in Soojin, and that would stop these awkward thoughts about his friends. Nothing to worry about, poor innocent Jisung would be safe from his raging hormones.

He eventually opened the message he had ignored earlier.

Jisungie

Morning hyung! How do you feel?

Minho

Hi Sungie, I feel fine, I drank water before going to bed

Jisungie

Your brain is so sexy

Did you want to hang out later? We could watch a movie?

Minho shuddered, memories of the dream flashing in his mind. This was another reason he had to get rid of this tension – he loved movie nights with Jisung, he didn’t want them to be awkward now because of his misplaced horniness.

Minho

Ah, I can’t tonight Sung

I have a date with Soojin

Jisungie

Oh

That’s great! Have fun! 😊

Minho

Thanks 😊

Minho thought it was a little strange that Jisung ended the conversation so quickly, not asking for any details of the date or how Minho felt about it, but he shrugged it off, figuring he must just be busy organising other plans.

He made extra effort in his appearance, trying to look as sexy as possible so Soojin would find him irresistible. He surveyed his reflection – hair pushed back off his forehead, dark sweeping eye makeup, collared shirt with enough buttons open to reveal the hints of his pecs, tight black jeans and a leather jacket. He nodded at himself, satisfied, then after a second’s hesitation, snapped a picture and sent it to Jisung. He didn’t get a reply.

***

The date couldn’t have gone better. Soojin was gorgeous, and clearly very into him. They flirted through dinner, drank wine and eventually she invited him back to her place. Minho went eagerly, and together they did enough that it would surely satisfy his pent-up frustrations for the next month.

As Soojin was showering after a particularly messy round, Minho received a message from Felix.

Felix

Hey hyung, how was your date?

Minho

Hi Lix, it was great!

I’m at her place now

Is Jisung with you?

Felix

Yeah, we’re having a movie night at mine

His brother and his friend were having a sleep over at his place

He said something about liking day6, but ‘not enough to listen to it all night’ haha

We watched Hot Fuzz and had fried chicken and soju

Minho

You guys sound like you’re having fun

Felix

Not as much as you I guess ;)

Minho

Haha I would hope it’s not the same kind of fun

Oh, gotta go, she’s out of the shower

Speak to you tomorrow

Look after Sungie for me

That night Minho slept wrapped around a beautiful naked girl, and didn’t dream a thing.

***

On Monday, Jisung was too busy with an upcoming assignment to hang out. Minho hadn’t heard much from him since his date, he assumed Felix had told him it went well though, and he knew Jisung was busy so he didn’t question it.

He must have thought about him as he drifted to sleep however, because that night, he had another dream.

They were in the club dancing together. The air was heaving with electricity. Minho stared at Jisung as he shook his hips to the music, a flirty, teasing look on his face. As Minho grew impatient with merely watching and drew him closer, Jisung spun around. He pressed his arse back right into Minho’s crotch and danced as he rubbed and ground against him. Rational thought left Minho’s head and he no longer cared that they were in public. He reached under Jisung’s shirt and roamed his hands over his abs, and up to his chest. He brushed over his nipple lightly, teasing, and Jisung let out a whine that went straight to his dick, which got impossibly harder.

He grabbed Jisung’s head roughly, shoving it to the side and mauling his neck, marking it up with lips and teeth. Jisung’s breath hitched and he let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan. He grabbed Minho’s arm hard and dragged him to the bathroom. He locked the stall door and pushed him roughly against the wall. Jisung kept him pinned there, pushing his body against him and almost attacking his mouth with his lips, tongue and teeth. His hands roughly grabbed at his body before finding the zip of his pants. He undid them and pulled them down roughly, Minho shocked by the sudden airflow on his straining dick. Then Jisung dropped onto his knees, landing hard on the floor. Minho felt his hot breath fanning his aching length as he leaned forward and...

He awoke drenched in sweat again, his crotch on fire. Fuck. He messaged Soojin right away.

***

The thought of seeing Soojin that night helped Minho to get through his day at Uni. He had no issues until lunch. All was fine, he was chatting to Felix about their new dance routine, when in walked 3RACHA fresh from a session at the campus gym, muscles bulging. Jisung had stopped wearing his big glasses and started wearing clothes that fit him better. Today he was wearing a tight white t-shirt that seemed to be struggling at the seams.

“Woah, Sungie, look at your chest,” Hyunjin admired. Minho had already noticed. The shape of his pecs was clearly visible under his tight t-shirt. They were huge, bigger than some of the girls at the school. He tensed the muscles, showing off his hard work and Hyunjin reached out and cupped one. He gave it a squeeze and a tap. Jisung let out a whine.

The sound hit Minho like a sledgehammer. A snippet from his dream last night flashed in his mind, unbidden. The thought made his cheeks burn, and he felt a heat forming in his tightening pants.

He stood up quickly. “I gotta go, just remembered something” he mumbled before escaping, bag positioned over his crotch.

“But you didn’t finish your lunch!” Felix called out after him. Minho didn’t turn around.

Later in the day he ran into Jisung again in the hallway.

“Hey hyung, you alright? You rushed off so quickly at lunch?”

“Yeah, I remembered I was supposed to see my economics teacher.”

“Oh… right. Are you coming to the studio tonight? Haven’t seen you for a few days”

“Uhh, I made plans with Soojin, sorry.”

“Ah, all good. Have fun!” Minho thought Jisung sounded a little strained, but he smiled as he continued on his way so Minho shrugged it off.

He saw Soojin at her house, where they were to watch a movie. They didn’t pay much attention to what they picked. Minho knew they wouldn’t really be watching it.

He lay back afterwards, tired but satisfied, a sheen of sweat still on his brow. He liked Soojin. She was very honest, and easy to be honest to. Plus, she was ridiculously hot, and very good in bed. They had a mutual understanding that for now, this was just for fun.

“What are you thinking about?” She inquired as she came back to the bed after using the bathroom.

“How hot you are,” Minho replied, and cuddled into her as she giggled. He held her until they drifted to sleep.

***

Luckily, spending the night with Soojin was enough to stop him from dreaming again for the next few days. He deemed it safe to hang out with 3RACHA again and went to their recording session that afternoon. As he watched Jisung laughing at Chan’s suggestion to include rubber ducky sounds in their next track he felt pangs of fondness for his friend. It had been a few days since they had hung out, and it felt so good to be around him and his bright energy again. Like grounding himself in nature after too much time spent indoors.

“You’re just a big baby hyung,” Jisung was laughing at Chan as he continued to sing the rubber ducky song.

Minho joined in, “Speak for yourself Sungie, who is it that has a stuffed pig toy on their bed?”

“Hyungggggggg you’re supposed to be on my side!” He pouted up into Minho’s face as he whined. It was so cute Minho’s mind screamed to squish his cheeks and kiss those pouty lips. Wait - what?! Minho looked away quickly. Just an overdose of cuteness. It was normal to want to kiss cute things. Like he kissed his cats. Perfectly normal.

Luckily, the session was almost over, so he didn’t have to encounter any more weird thoughts. He dropped Jisung at home, stating he was too tired to accept Jisung’s offer of watching a movie.

That night, he dreamed again.

They were alone in the recording studio late at night. Jisung lay on the couch, resting. Minho watched him there for a moment but couldn’t resist climbing on top of him. He held him close, gently squeezing him. He kissed his pouty lips gently, tasting them, savouring the feeling. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel him properly, so he slipped Jisung’s hoodie and shirt off, as well as his own, so they could lay skin to skin. The feeling was amazing, the contact setting off floods of hormones in his brain, but Minho was hungry for more. So, he slowly slipped off Jisung’s pants and underwear, as well as his own. Then he pressed as close as possible; every inch of their naked bodies sensitised as it touched the skin of the other. It was a feeling of almost overwhelming intimacy, and affection for the younger boy was almost bursting out of him. They lay like that for a while, just savouring the feeling of being with one another, basking in the closeness.

Then, Minho pressed his mouth near Jisung’s ear, lips brushing it as he spoke, and making Jisung tremble “please let me show you how precious you are to me. I’ll give you anything you want.” Jisung moved his head back to look into Minho’s eyes, and the fondness he found there was breathtaking. “I want you,” he replied simply, and Minho’s heart swelled. He kissed Jisung again, soft, gentle, tender, then started kissing down his body, his collarbones, nipples, stomach. As he reached his thighs, he gave them a gentle kiss, then hooked them up lightly over his shoulders, and spread him open before his face as he leaned in.

Minho groaned as he woke up. What was wrong with him? Why did he keep having these dreams? And why were they always about Jisung? He gave up his speculations quickly. It didn’t matter. They were only dreams. Dreams didn’t mean anything.

But he couldn’t sleep with Soojin every night, so how was he supposed to stop them? Maybe, he could help Jisung find a girlfriend, he mused. Maybe if he saw him happy with another girl, that would help him stop thinking about him in that way. It would really drive home the fact that Jisung was straight and would never do those things to him. They were both straight. And they were friends. Nothing more.

***

The next day at school he met Jisung for lunch. Today he was wearing a loose tank top, his bulging arms on full display. Minho stopped himself imagining them pinning him to the wall and focussed on the boy’s cheeks that were stuffed adorably full of food.

“So Jisung, now that I’ve found Soojin, I was thinking we could find you a girlfriend, so we could go on double dates! Wouldn’t that be so cute?”

Jisung just laughed. “Good one hyung. You’ll have to get Hyunjin to help you with that.”

Minho shot him a confused look. “You don’t want a girlfriend?”

Jisung just stared at him in disbelief, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

“Hyung, I’m gay.”

Minho froze. “what?” he managed to squeeze out eventually.

“I’m gay hyung. I thought you knew. I haven’t exactly hidden it.”

And suddenly everything made sense. Jisung saying he would never touch a girl. Felix finding it strange he was into female cheerleaders. Jisung getting all flustered and shy around Junho. Him being so upset to find out he was dating someone else. Jisung ‘letting Hannah down gently’.

Jisung was gay. And Minho was obtuse.

His mind was churning and he just had to get out of there. He muttered a “gotta go see you later” to Jisung, grabbed his bag and almost ran out of the food court. He turned around briefly at the entrance and saw Jisung sitting there, staring after him, expression a mix of shock and pain.

Later, when his mind had calmed a bit, he realised how his reaction must have hurt Jisung. He sent him a message, hoping it would help.

Minho

Hey Sungie, I’m sorry I left so suddenly earlier.

I was a bit shocked and struggling to process.

I didn’t mean to hurt you, or make you think

 that I think anything less of you, or that this

changes anything between us. You know

 who you are and aren’t afraid of it, and that’s

 amazing. I admire you so much for that.

I’m sorry again for being weird. Please don’t

 think anything of it. You are a great friend,

and I would hate for my stupid reaction to

wreck that.

Jisungie

Thank you for the message hyung. I’m sorry

for telling you so suddenly. I just thought

that you knew. I hope that this doesn’t

affect our friendship. I like spending time

with you.

Minho

It won’t

Goodnight Sungie 😊

***

Minho truly meant the words in his message. He really did. But after hearing that Jisung was gay the dreams about him only got worse. They became more vivid, more explicit, more frequent. He was having sex with Soojin as often as she would let him, but even that wasn’t enough to keep them at bay. A few times he even imagined it was Jisung there touching, licking, offering his body instead of her. He tried to banish these thoughts as soon as they came, but his blood was pooled elsewhere, his brain left to roam out of control.

The thoughts were driving him crazy. Why did he keep having them? Yes, Jisung was gay. He liked to do those things with men. But Minho wasn’t. Minho liked girls. Minho liked sex with girls. Minho wasn’t gay.

Unintentionally, Minho found himself avoiding Jisung. Seeing him reminded him of the dreams, and thinking of the dreams made it uncomfortable to be around him. He had an excuse ready for every time Jisung invited him to hang out, and every time Jisung came to join them for lunch he excused himself then as well. He tried to ignore the hurt he saw in Jisung’s eyes each time. There was almost a pleading there, but Minho couldn’t bring himself to give in. He told himself he just need time to get over whatever this is, so he could be with Jisung without making things awkward for both of them.

Eventually Jisung grew tired of the rejections and confronted Minho.

“Why are you avoiding me hyung? Is it because I’m gay?” he questioned, voice full of hurt and frustration.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

Jisung just gave him a scathing look.

“Ok, fine… but it’s not because of you, it’s because of me. I just… I need some space, then everything will go back to how it was before.”

“Space from everyone or just space from me?” Jisung asked, on the verge of tears.

Minho hesitated but Jisung must have seen the answer in his face because he continued, voice gruff and broken, “right. I understand,” before turning and running down the hall. The look of betrayal and pain in his eyes haunted Minho for the rest of the day.

After that, Jisung stopped asking to hang out. They stopped eating lunch as a group, Jisung instead eating with Chan and Changbin alone. Felix sometimes joined them as well, as he and Jisung had become close.

Minho felt pangs of regret deep in his chest. He missed the younger boy like crazy. Missed his laughter, his cute cheeks, his smile, his teasing. He longed to just be around him again.

His heart ached when one day they passed in the corridor and Jisung just walked past, without even acknowledging his existence. Every fibre of his being was crying to reach out to him, to hold him again. But ultimately he knew it was for the best. He would get over his weird thoughts soon, and then things could go back to normal.

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One day, as he was walking to the dance studio, Minho ran into Jeongin. Literally. He was walking with Seungmin when Minho knocked the large pile of books he was carrying all over the floor.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Jeongin!” he exclaimed, hurrying to help the younger boy pick up the books.

“Just leave it.” Jeongin’s voice was like icicles and his next words plunged the sharp shards deep into Minho’s chest, “I don’t want help from homophobes like you.”

Minho froze, horrified, but Jeongin wasn’t done.

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that? My brother has been a good friend to you, but you chose to cut him out of your life because you don’t agree with who he loves? Over something he literally had no control over. I can’t believe I used to admire you. You make me sick.”

“I didn’t- I’m not-“ Minho stammered, but that made Jeongin even angrier, his eyes fierce and full of a hatred that made Minho’s blood freeze in his veins.

“No. No. You don’t get to walk around making excuses for yourself. Not when you’ve caused my brother so much pain. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard him crying himself to sleep because of you? Because one of the people he trusted the most thinks there is something wrong with him. Abandoned him. The only one with something wrong with them is you!”

He stood there, fuming, hands clenched. He looked like he was about to punch Minho in the jaw. Instead, he scoffed “disgusting” at him and strode off, leaving Seungmin to pick up the rest of the books and run after him.

Minho just stood there, still reeling from the encounter. His little world of denial he had created, where the strange feelings would go away and Jisung and him would be friends again came crashing down around him as reality came in the form of Jeongin on a wrecking ball. Of course Jisung would still think this was why he had been avoiding him. It had started pretty much as soon as he found out Jisung was gay. When he had literally ran out of the room.

He felt tears pricking his eyes, and ran the rest of the way to the studio before they started streaming down his cheeks. Jisung hated him. His brother hated him. His friends must hate him as well. Of course they did. To them he was a homophobe that had avoided Jisung simply because he liked men. He had known Jisung was hurt by him pulling away, but he hadn’t imagined it would affect him this much. Hearing that he had made the beautiful boy cry himself to sleep sent shooting pains to his heart. He wanted Jisung to be happy, to be surrounded by people who loved and cared about him. To have a million reasons to smile that gorgeous smile. But he had forced his friendship onto him, then betrayed him in the worst possible way.

He slumped in a corner and sobbed. He clutched at his chest, almost hyperventilating at the flood of emotions spilling out of his heart. He wondered how he had let it get to this. How the desire to have Jisung as a friend had led to something so ugly. How he could have hurt someone he called a friend so badly? What kind of person was he to do that to someone?

He stayed there the rest of the afternoon, crying until his body was spent and hollow and hating himself for being so cruel.

Eventually, he heard the door creak open and small footsteps coming towards him.

“Hyung?” Felix’s voice sounded unsure, but when Minho looked up at him, face ruined by hours of crying, eyes full of pain at all the pain he’d caused others, he rushed over to him and held him tight. With that, Minho’s sobs started again. Felix just let him cry into his shoulder, like a mother comforting her small child.

When the sobs had died down, Felix lifted his hyung’s chin to look at him.

“Don’t you think it’s time you stopped lying to yourself hyung?” he said gently.

“w-what do you mean?” Minho shakily drew some breaths to steady his voice.

“You like Jisung.” It was a statement, not a question. Like it was obvious.

“but.. I like girls,” Minho protested weakly, though he knew Felix was right.

“So? Plenty of people like girls and guys. And liking Jisung doesn’t even mean you’re gay. In fact, a lot of people believe sexuality is like a spectrum. Sure, some people are just gay or straight, but most lie somewhere in the middle, with varying levels of attraction to all genders.”

Felix paused to let that sink in, before continuing softy, “You like Jisung, hyung, and liking him isn’t wrong. It doesn’t even mean you have to come out. You like who you like, it doesn’t have to be a big thing with an official label unless you want it to be. But you like him, and don’t you think trying not to like him has caused enough hurt already? To Jisung, to our friends and to you.”

Minho nodded weakly.

“I’m not saying you should get together or anything, honestly I don’t think he’d have you. But you need to talk to him. He deserves an explanation.”

“You’re right.”

Minho let Felix help him home and thanked him. Then, in the safety of his bedroom, he finally allowed himself to acknowledge the feelings he had been trying so desperately to push down.

Felix was right. He liked Jisung. He thought he probably liked him from close to the start, and the more he got to know the boy, the deeper the feelings grew. The night of the clubbing merely cemented the fact that the feelings were decidedly not platonic. He laughed sarcastically at himself. The lewd dreams had probably been his mind’s way of trying to force him to acknowledge the truth he was trying so hard to run away from. He liked a guy. He was not straight as he thought. And that was confusing. It was confusing and it was scary and it had been too much to deal with. He didn’t want to deal with the prejudice, with people’s opinions, with disappointing his family. So he pushed them away, denied everything even though it was painfully obvious. And he had hurt Jisung in the process. Minho didn’t know if he had the courage to accept or explore his own sexuality just yet, but he knew Jisung deserved to know everything.

So, he sent him a message.

Minho

Hi Jisung. I know I’m probably the

last person you want to hear from

right now, and I don’t blame you

for that. I have treated you horribly

and you deserve an explanation.

Please, can we meet tomorrow

after Uni and talk?

The message showed as read right away, but there was no response for another hour.

Jisungie

Okay.

I’ll come to yours at 6.

Minho sighed in relief. At least Jisung was willing to hear him out. He released the tension he had held while waiting, and curled up to go to sleep. For the first time in a long time he slept peacefully.

***

When Minho woke however, he remembered he owed someone else an explanation and apology. Soojin. Whilst it was true that they had never formally defined their relationship, Minho also knew he couldn’t keep seeing her, and she deserved an explanation for that. He felt awful about the whole arrangement. If he was honest with himself, he had just been using her to get his mind off Jisung. And that was a scum move by anyone’s standards.

He met up with her in the courtyard after lunch.

“Hey,” he greeted her, nervously fidgeting with his bag strap.

“Hi, what’s up Minho? You sounded weird in your message.”

“I…” Minho took a deep breath, “I can’t see you anymore.”

“Oh?” Soojin seemed confused, “I thought we were having fun?”

“We were… but if I’m honest with you, I was trying to find an escape in you. I was running from feelings for someone else, and that wasn’t fair to you. It was awful and I’m sorry.”

“So basically, you were using me?” Soojin looked sour and a bit incredulous. “I mean, I know it was just a sex thing, but I kind of thought it might be leading to something more. I- hang on, did you imagine this other girl while you were with me?”

Minho was silent. He must have the most legible face in the world, as Soojin found her answer there as easily as Jisung had. “Wow… just wow. That’s messed up Minho. That makes me feel… just… wrong...”

“I truly am sorry. You deserve so much more.” Minho said quietly, genuinely ashamed of himself.

“You’re right. I really do. God, you really are an arsehole. Please do me a favour and lose my number.” And with that she walked off with a swish of her long hair.

***

Minho felt a strange sense of relief after talking to Soojin. He felt awful for having used her in that way, but now hopefully she could find someone who was worth her time. He turned his attention to his next apology. He couldn’t concentrate in his classes for the rest of the day, he was so nervous about finally talking to Jisung.

When he got home, he set up some snacks on the table in case Jisung was hungry, and extra cushions and blankets on the couch, while he sat on a chair nearby. He rehearsed what he wanted to say over and over in his mind, like he was chanting a prayer.

When Jisung rang the doorbell just after 6, Minho’s stomach jolted and his heart rate sped up. He felt sick with nerves.

“Hi,” Jisung said as Minho stepped aside to let him in. Minho gestured to the couch.

“Thank you so much for coming Jisung, I know I don’t deserve it.”

Jisung shrugged. “I feel like I should hear what you have to say.”

Minho sat down in the chair again, picking at the fabric. He took a deep breath to steady himself, and began.

“Let me start by explaining two things. First, the reason why I started hanging out with you. And second, the reason that I stopped.”

Jisung just sat there fiddling with a cushion on his lap, but his gaze remained trained on Minho.

“Do you remember how Sara dumped me? Everyone at school was talking about it. About me. I got so sick of it, I ended up venting that I could make anyone popular. And then Hyunjin and I made a bet. A bet that I could make someone popular enough to get invited to Taecyeon’s party. And Hyunjin chose you to be that person. That’s why I keep hanging around you and trying to talk to you. I’m so sorry. It was ridiculous and hurtful and inexcusable. But really early on, I stopped hanging out with you for the bet, and started hanging out with you because I wanted to spend time with you.”

Minho paused his explanations, giving time for Jisung to process, and start screaming at him or insulting him if he wanted.

He didn’t. He just sat there, clearly deep in thought.

“That actually makes a lot of sense,” Jisung mused. “It was really random how you decided to start following me around. Now I guess it makes sense.”

“I was only doing it for the bet for that very first part though. After the Huta gig, I wanted to get to know you more because I wanted to. You’re funny and quick witted and smart. You have talent oozing out of you and a voice like heaven. Your heart is so full of love for those around you and you truly care for them. You are the cutest person I’ve ever seen, but you’re also incredibly hot. And your smile… it haunts me. I just wanted to be close to you, because I liked you as a person. And you can yell or scream or hate me if you like, because I deserve it for ever thinking of you as a tool I could use to get my popularity back instead of the amazing human you are.”

“I believe you.” Jisung said simply.

“What?” Minho was baffled. He had expected a bigger reaction. More anger.

But Jisung just shrugged. “I believe you. I believe you liked me and wanted to spend time with me. You would have to be the best actor in the world to have faked all that. And I trust in Felix. I trust that if he had thought you were just using me, he would have told me about the bet. But he didn’t, which means he thought you genuinely cared about me. And Felix knows you better than almost anyone.”

That was true. If Felix had actually thought he was just hanging out with Jisung because of the bet, he definitely would have told Jisung, especially when the two grew closer. “He was against the bet from the start.” Minho murmured.

“Exactly. So, I believe you. I believe that you liked me for me.”

Minho’s heart almost stopped as he realised something. “Why do you keep using past tense?”

Jisung chuckled but there was no humour in it. “I’m assuming that’s to do with the second part of your profession. Why you stopped hanging out with me.”

Minho spluttered, “That’s not why at all… I … you… let me explain from the start.”

Minho cleared his throat, then began. “As I got closer to you, I started liking you a lot. I thought it was platonic, but then I started having these dreams about you. They were… definitely not platonic. They scared me. I thought I must just be sexually frustrated, so I started sleeping with Soojin. And it helped. But then you told me you were gay, and the dreams got worse. I freaked out. I think a part of me knew I liked you as more than a friend, and hearing that you were gay got that part thinking maybe you liked me back. And it scared me. I was a coward. I didn’t want to like guys. I was terrified and confused and just wanted the feelings to go away. I thought they would go away eventually if I avoided you. And so I did. I avoided you and I hurt you and I kept justifying it to myself as something temporary, as necessary for us to stay friends. But in doing that I lost you as a friend.”

“And then I ran into Jeongin yesterday and he called me a homophobe. I wanted to say that I wasn’t, that knowing you were gay wasn’t the reason I distanced myself. But in a way, I guess I am a homophobe. I desperately didn’t want to like you. I hated the thought of liking guys. I hated myself for it.” Minho was crying now, tears rolling down his cheeks as he exposed his darkest thoughts.

“But I hurt you Jisung. And I truly regret that. You are such an amazing person, and I like you so much. So much that I didn’t know how to deal with it, and I’m so sorry for that. I know nothing I can do or say can make up for that, but I needed to explain myself to you. To tell you I was sorry for being a shit human and an even shittier friend.”

Jisung sat there, wide eyed, evidently still processing this as well.

Eventually he spoke. “Thank you for telling me hyung.”

Minho thought he was finished, but he continued. “I know this must be very confusing for you. It was really confusing for me when I first realised I was gay. You’ll need a lot of time to process it – essentially you’re reassessing one of the fundamental facts you thought you knew about yourself. Rethinking your identity. It is hard, it will be hard. But I hope that you stop trying to run away from it hyung. Try to face it, figure out what this new information means for you. And eventually, I hope you accept it. And that you can love yourself for it.”

Minho’s tears turned into violent sobs as he listened to Jisung. Jisung, who he had hurt so much, was now comforting him. Giving him advice. Understanding his pain and his confusion, saying it was normal.

“I wish you had just told me hyung. I could have helped. What you did really hurt me, and it’s going to take a long time for me to trust you again, but on some level I do understand.”

“I hope you can find someone to help you through this, so you don’t have to struggle with your thoughts alone. Maybe consider seeing a professional. Or talking to your friends would be a good start. I think Felix would be very understanding.”

Minho nodded. They sat there for a while longer in silence, then Jisung got up to leave. On his way out he stopped and gave Minho a small smile and whispered, “I believe in you hyung.”

And Minho started sobbing again as he watched Jisung walk away.

Chapter Text

Minho had been seeing a psychologist for about a month, trying to determine where his negative feelings towards homosexuality came from, and learning to counter negative thoughts with more positive ones. He felt he had made a lot of progress. He had realised that some of the guys he thought he had merely admired may have actually been crushes, and that he had been expending so much energy keeping that part of himself locked away that it felt liberating as well as terrifying to start exploring it. He had also taken Jisung’s advice and talked to Felix about his feelings. Felix was indeed very understanding. It turns out he himself had been exploring his sexuality, and Jisung had been supporting him through his discovery for some time, which had been one of the reasons they became so close. Felix had since come out to his friends and classmates as gay.

Hearing this, and Jisung’s part in Felix’s journey caused a cacophony of feelings to clash around in Minho’s mind. He remembered the day Felix had found him in the practice room, and wondered how many of the words Felix used to comfort him had originally come from Jisung himself. He also found himself wondering how different things would be if he had just reached out to someone to work through his feelings, instead of running from them and being wilfully obtuse. He never would have lost Jisung as a friend. And Chan and Changbin and Jeongin and Seungmin. Who knows, Jisung may have liked him back. They could have been together… He tried to stop himself from thinking in this way to spare himself the pain and regret. And it was done. There was no point dwelling on things that couldn’t be changed. All he could do now was try to be a better person.

He had apologised to each of their old group individually, as well as Jeongin and Seungmin, for causing the rift between them and being an arsehole. They were still friendly with each other, Felix and Hyunjin would often hang out with various members of 3RACHA. But the composers were still wary of Minho, seeming to not want to associate with him out of respect for Jisung. He didn’t blame them. He knew Chan and Changbin thought of Jisung as a little brother, and would do anything to spare him any hurt or discomfort. He was truly thankful Jisung had them in his life.

As for Jisung, he had started to acknowledge Minho when they passed in the hallways, giving him small smiles that sent Minho’s heart soaring even though they were but a shadow of the beaming sunshine smiles he missed so dearly. They gave Minho hope that one day, Jisung would forgive him, and they could be friends again.

***

Minho smiled as he saw Hyunjin and Felix walking towards the dance studio one afternoon and decided to sneak up behind and surprise them. His plan faltered however when he caught snippets of their conversation, and instead couldn’t stop himself from hanging back to hear more.

“… I want a big party with my family and friends. You know me and Jisung are really close and his birthday is the day before mine. I want to have it together.”

“What’s stopping you? Doesn’t he want to?”

“He does… it’s just… you know…”

“Ah… Minho hyung.”

“Yeah, if I have a party, I want him to be there. But I can’t ask Jisung to have him at his party. So I just don’t know what to do.”

Minho’s heart sank to the depths of his chest. Here he was, being the cause of his friend’s troubles again.

He cleared his throat, and both boys turned around, surprised and somewhat guilty looks adorning their handsome faces.

“Hyung,” Felix said.

“Lixxie. Please don’t stress over your birthday because of me. You and Jisung should have your big party together. I won’t come, I can’t bear being the cause of any more pain or discomfort for either of you. You both deserve to have the best night, surrounded by people you love.”

“But hyung, that includes you,” Felix protested.

“I’m not coming,” Minho said simply, taking the decision out of his hands.

A few days later Minho was walking out to his car when he stopped, shocked. He thought for a minute that he was hallucinating, a mirage forming out of constant wanting. Jisung was standing there next to his car. He was confused but as he approached the vision remained, looking at his shoes and using them to scuff a pattern in the gravel. Jisung looked up as he approached and gave that same small smile, and that’s when Minho realised he must be real.

“Felix said you’re not coming to our party,” he said, without so much as a hello.

“Yeah, I think it’s for the best,” Minho replied, “I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“If by anyone you mean me, then you don’t need to worry. I’m fine with you being there. Plus, you mean a lot to Felix, and I know he really wants you there, as much as he pretends he doesn’t for my sake.”

“but-“ Minho started to protest, but Jisung interrupted. “Just say you’ll be there. Felix wants you there. And… I want you there.” With that, Jisung turned and left. Minho stared after him, his heart trying to pound through his ribcage.

***

“You’re coming?!” Felix’s face lit up like a Christmas display as he stared at his hyung, eyes shining with hope.

“Yeah, Jisung told me he wanted me there.” Minho couldn’t help but smile as he said the words. He knew Jisung was just trying to convince him for Felix, but he couldn’t help but feel happy at even the idea that Jisung wanted him around him again.

Felix beamed, and then started gushing about all the ideas they had and made Minho promise to come early to help set up.

“Never thought I’d see two people this excited while talking about paper plates,” Hyunjin said, in awe of the sudden giddiness of the other two boys. But their enthusiasm was infectious and he soon abandoned his judging to join in.

From then on the party planning began in full force. Now that Minho was coming, Felix was so excited about the event. It was honestly the cutest, purest thing. He was like a child, his eyes glowing with excitement as they planned.

One day they were at lunch discussing the cheapest places to buy alcohol when Minho suddenly heard a familiar voice beside him.

“Lix! I found this amazing cake lady, who makes cakes in any shape you want!” Minho almost choked on his Subway as he looked up to see a beaming Jisung had joined their group. It had been so long since he saw that smile. That beautiful, cute, warm, smile that made his eyes sparkle and cheeks bunch up. It was like a fatal blow to Minho’s poor deprived heart and he struggled to breathe as Hyunjin whacked his back.

Jisung giggled at him and muttered a cute “sorry” before turning back to Felix and going on to rant about the types of cake they could have, and how he would get a discount because it was his mum’s friend.

Minho managed to calm down enough to offer his own suggestions, such as a Hedwig cake for Jisung, and a giant cookie for Felix. The conversation flowed smoothly, almost like the last few months hadn’t happened at all.

Minho was walking around in the clouds for days afterwards, as if the small interaction with Jisung had injected happiness straight into his veins. Jisung must have enjoyed it too, because in the next few weeks he joined them frequently to discuss party plans, first coming alone, then bringing Chan and Changbin with him. Eventually, they settled into a lunch time routine much like they had before.

***

“Let’s talk guest list!” Felix called enthusiastically. They were sitting in their usual lunch spot on the lawn.

“Just invite everyone,” suggested Hyunjin.

“Ah, no, I don’t want a bunch of random losers there just wanting free grog to get wasted,” Jisung wrinkled his nose. “No offense Changbin hyung.”

Changbin let out a noise of rage and lunged at him but found himself held back by Chan’s strong arms. “You can’t murder him right before his birthday, Bin,” he laughed.

“Just you wait,” Changbin narrowed his eyes at Jisung threateningly.

Jisung laughed. Minho’s stomach somersaulted. It tended to do that a lot when Jisung was around though, so he was pretty used to it by now.

“Well, I’m inviting the dance club, Korean Society, and some people I sit with in my classes,” Felix rattled off his list.

“I’ll invite the guys I sit with in music composition, the guys from the studio and my brother and his friends,” Jisung added. “I guess I should invite Junho hyung and Wooyoung hyung as well.”

“What about Dongwook?” Changbin asked teasingly.

Jisung flushed a dark red.

“Dongwook from the dance club?” Hyunjin asked, interest piqued.

“Yeah, he asked Jisung out the other day.”

“Woah, he’s hot! Good work Sungie!” Hyunjin seemed genuinely impressed.

Jisung’s eyes flickered to Minho for a second, “we only went for coffee once,” he muttered to the ground.

“So far,” Changbin added grinning.

Minho sat silently, trying to act like his world wasn’t collapsing around him. Jisung was dating another guy. A ridiculously handsome, tall, talented guy. At least this time around he recognised his feelings for what they were. Jealousy. He quickly scolded himself though. He had had plenty of chances to ask Jisung out, to say he wanted to be more than friends, but he had ignored his feelings instead. Now a hot guy liked Jisung, one that seemed nice and would treat him well. Why wouldn’t he say yes? Minho had no rights to Jisung, and they were only just starting to become friends again. The thought of him ever actually wanting to be with Minho was way too much to ask. Still, a piece of Minho had clung onto the hope. That piece now lay shattered under one of Dongwook’s large feet.

He tried to join in with the other boys as they continued their playful discussions, but he couldn’t find it in him to even muster a smile that reached his eyes. He would be okay though. He had Jisung back in his life, that’s all that mattered.

***

The sun shone brightly through the trees and Minho took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of lush grass. It was a week before the party, and Minho decided it was time to do something he should have done long ago. He had talked it over with Felix beforehand, and the younger boy held his hand as he stood in front of their friends in their normal lunch spot.

“There’s something I want to tell you all.” Minho began, hesitancy in his voice. He faltered, but feeling Felix’s hand squeeze his, he gathered his courage to continue. His eyes fell on Jisung, sitting there, watching him patiently, his eyes silently encouraging him. He kept his gaze on Jisung as he took a deep breath and continued, “I’m bisexual. I’m attracted to men and women. I wanted to tell you all personally. I don’t want to deny who I am anymore. I don’t want to be scared of it. I won’t make an announcement on my socials or anything, but I don’t want to hide it from anyone at Uni. So if anyone asks feel free to tell them. I, Lee Minho am bisexual.”

The group was silent for a moment, before they all started to congratulate him and tell him how much they loved him. Only Jisung sat silently, and when Minho glanced back at him, he was shocked to see tears in the younger boy’s eyes, though his face was formed in Minho’s favourite gleaming smile. He stood up and enveloped Minho in a tight hug.

Minho’s every sense was enveloped in Jisung. His smell, his touch, his everything surrounded him and filled him with a warmth and affection he hadn’t felt for a long time.

“I’m so proud of you hyung,” he whispered, voice breaking as the tears spilled out. Minho never wanted him to let go.

***

Minho mentioned his bisexuality to someone at Korean Society when they were asking if he was dating anyone, and before long the whole campus knew. Most people were really accepting. A few made snide comments or got weird around him, but he told himself they were probably just insecure about their own sexualities, like he had been. He tried to ignore them, and instead focus on the overwhelming support most people offered him.

A few guys even came up to ask him out, which he found strange at first, but he knew he would get used to it with time. He considered saying yes to one of them, trying to date a guy, but he found he couldn’t. He knew his feelings for Jisung were too strong and he wasn’t about to use someone else to try to get over them again. He would like to think he had learned from his past mistakes. Which was lucky, as one such mistake decided to confront him one afternoon as he was leaving the dance studio after practice.

“Babe, hi!” Sara smiled and waved at him. Minho made a show of looking behind him.

“Surely you’re not talking to me right? You dumped me remember?”

“That was more like a break silly. Now it’s over we can be together again, just like before.” She reached out a hand and used it to caress his cheek. Minho pulled his face away with a look of disgust.

“What happened to that douchebag you were fucking?”

“Oh, it didn’t work out. No mind though, you’re 100 times better.” She leaned closer to him, whispering suggestively into his ear, “Why don’t we go back to my place now, and I can show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“I’d rather not.” Minho replied, stepping back, “And sorry, I can’t say I’ve missed you at all. I haven’t even thought about you for months. I honestly kind of forgot you existed.”

He gave her a saccharine smile and added “please never talk to me again, I don’t want to remind people how shallow I was to have dated you in the first place.” And with that he walked away.

***

$$$$$$

Water slid down Minho’s naked body as he sighed into the hot shower. They had just finished dance practice and he was in the changerooms nearby to get cleaned up after repeating the intense routine what felt like a hundred times.

Voices of his teammates drifted over the shower stall and washed over him like the water, words indistinguishable, just flowing past. Until his brain caught on a word that was often floating in his head, but not normally because it was spoken by someone else. Jisung. He tuned into the conversation quickly, hyper focusing on what he realised was Dongwook’s voice.

“Have you seen his tiny little perky arse? God just imagining ramming my dick in there gets me all worked up.”

Minho froze. What the fuck? How could he talk about Jisung like that? He wanted to tell Dongwook to shut his filthy mouth, but he was already continuing, and Minho just found himself standing, listening.

“He seems so innocent with his big eyes and squishy cheeks. I think that makes it even hotter when I imagine my dick stuffed in them and him crying as I fuck his throat.”

Holy shit. This was so wrong. Minho needed to go out and stand up for his friend, tell Dongwook he wasn’t some sex toy to be used and discarded, but to his utter horror, Minho felt himself getting hard instead.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Some guy outside was talking about his friend in a truly disgusting way, and instead of defending him he gets horny as well? Didn’t that make him just as bad as Dongwook? Still, as horrified as he was, he found he just couldn’t stop listening.

“He’s so loud with his friends, imagine him screaming and moaning while I mark up his tiny body. Have him begging for my dick before I fuck him against a wall. I would wreck him completely.”

That was it. He couldn’t leave the shower stall without them seeing he was hard, but Minho found himself banging on the door and yelling, “Hey! He isn’t just a piece of meat, don’t speak about him like that.”

He heard Dongwook laughing. “Minho? Didn’t you and Soojin have a fuck buddy thing going on not long ago? I don’t think you can talk.” Minho was quickly silenced by that. It was true. He had used Soojin the exact same way.

“You still shouldn’t speak about him like that,” he added, with less vigour.

Dongwook considered that. “You’re probably right, I’ll keep those thoughts in my head. Sorry. But Jisung is an adult, if he doesn’t want to do anything, he can say that himself. I think that he will though. That boy screams sexual frustration.” Minho heard him laughing as he left the changeroom.

Minho was left standing there, fully ashamed of himself and his still very hard dick. The changeroom was empty now, no noises outside to distract him from the thoughts in his head. He fought them for a while, rational brain trying to win against hormones. Eventually he gave in, closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild.

There was a knock on the cubicle door, and he opened it to find Jisung there, a towel around his waist, his chest bare. Golden skin stretched over lean muscle greeted Minho’s hungry eyes. He stepped inside and locked the cubicle behind him, then dropped his towel to the floor.

Minho all but lunged at the boy, clinging to him and kissing him desperately, urgently, months’ worth of desire spilling out at once. They fought for control, pushing each other against the walls and into the stream of hot water until Minho managed to pin Jisung against the wall, their wet bodies pressed together, dicks straining and hands roving, grasping, scratching, squeezing every inch of the other.

“Let me suck you off,” Jisung moaned into his ear, and that alone almost made Minho come. He turned them around, so he was pressed to the wall instead. Jisung dropped to his knees, gazing up at his hyung as water streamed down his face. He kept his big eyes on Minho as he opened his mouth and took him inside. It was too much for Minho, seeing his gorgeous cheeks stuffed full of him, feeling him moan around him. A few bobs of his head and Minho was already releasing, calling out Jisung’s name to the heavens.

Minho looked down at the sticky mess all over his hand and sighed, satisfied, as he leaned into the water to clean himself up.

$$$$$$

***

Minho considered whether he should tell Jisung about what he had overheard. He wanted to, to warn Jisung that Dongwook only wanted him for sex. But their relationship was not exactly solid at the moment and given his history with Jisung he thought he might think Minho was just jealous and trying to stop them dating. Which he was, but he also cared about him as a friend and didn’t want him to get hurt if Jisung wanted more from it than sex. There was also the possibility that Jisung would turn around and say he was fine with a mainly sexual relationship, and Minho wasn’t sure his heart could take hearing that. He knew it was awful and possessive, but he didn’t want to hear that Jisung was ready and willing to give himself to someone else. Also, Dongwook hadn’t actually said that he only wanted Jisung for sex – he had insinuated it, but that might have just been to rile up Minho. Maybe he wanted sex and a proper relationship.

Ultimately, he decided to leave it, and if Jisung mentioned they were meeting up again, he might tell him then. I mean really, it was none of his business and he should stay out of it.

Chapter Text

The day of the party arrived quickly. It was a few days after the changeroom incident and Minho had been casually keeping tabs on any mentions of Dongwook. Jisung hadn’t seen him again yet, but he was invited to the party. Minho couldn’t help but be relieved that they hadn’t met up, knowing what Dongwook’s intentions were. He knew it would probably happen eventually, but the longer before Jisung slept with someone else the better for his pining heart.

The party was being held at Felix’s house. His parents were quite rich, and they lived nearby, so Felix lived with them. He had had a separate event with his family, and they had agreed to stay away for the night as a birthday gift to him.

The group all came by earlier in the day to set up, including Jeongin and Seungmin, who had been roped in by Jisung. They had fun decorating the place, setting up food, alcohol, chairs, games and music.

As he watched Jisung chasing Changbin away from the food yelling “STOP EATING IT YOU PIG!!” Minho laughed and found himself wishing the party would just be with their little group. He had so much fun with them, and Jeongin and Seungmin always joined the hilarity seamlessly as well. His wish had nothing at all to do with Dongwook coming, of course.

“Shit, I don’t have enough ice!” Felix wailed from the front yard as he stared in the old bathtub placed there that was not even quarter full.

“Minho hyung, you brought your car right? Can you go to the shops and get like 10 bags more? Take Jisung with you to help you carry it.” He gestured at Jisung who had just walked past holding balloons.

Minho replied with a “yes sir,” then made his way out to the street, Jisung following behind. He was strangely nervous. He and Jisung hadn’t really been properly alone together since Minho’s confession to him at his house all that time ago. He took some deep breaths and calmed himself. It would be fine, they spoke all the time at lunch at uni. Still, the butterflies clambered over each other as he anticipated Jisung’s attention solely on him for so long. They climbed into the car and drove the short distance to the nearest supermarket. Despite his best intentions, Minho found himself unable to break down the wall of awkwardness between them, and the ride was mainly quiet.

They grabbed all the ice the store had and carried it to the car. Then Minho remembered he wanted to get some Panadol and Hydralyte for the next day, so they went back into the store. Minho felt like people were giving him strange looks, but he shrugged it off as paranoia. As they were hovering in the medicinal aisle, a lady approached and said helpfully, “incontinence pants are further down the aisle, love.” Jisung burst out laughing. Minho was confused, until he looked down and saw a huge wet patch on the front of his grey track pants. The ice must have leaked all over him. No wonder people were staring.

Jisung was now doubled over clutching his stomach and he struggled to breathe through his laughter.

“Hyung you should have told me you needed to go. We could have stopped somewhere,” he guffawed. When he glanced up and saw the look on Minho’s beetroot face he laughed even harder. Minho quickly grabbed the products he needed and pushed Jisung to stand in front of him as they walked to the registers.

On the ride back, Jisung kept glancing at Minho’s crotch, which never failed to start him laughing again. Minho found himself getting a bit uncomfortable at the attention Jisung was paying that particular area, and tried to banish dirty thoughts from his brain before his body really gave Jisung something to look at down there.

“At least I didn’t accidentally record myself burping while I was singing and release it in a song on Soundcloud,” Minho tried to divert Jisung’s attention with retaliation.

“Hyung that was one time!”

“And I didn’t sit through most of an inorganic chemistry lecture before I realised I was in the wrong room.”

“Okay, but I was severely hung over.”

“And I didn’t run up and jump on my friend Changbin’s back, only to find it wasn’t Changbin at all.”

“They looked exactly the same from behind!”

“And I didn’t walk straight into a signpost and almost knock myself out.”

“Ok, ok, fine! You win. I’ll stop,” Jisung conceded.

Minho beamed. He secretly thanked the bags of ice and their unfortunate stains, they had certainly ‘broken the ice’ between him and Jisung. They chattered happily for the rest of the ride.

When they got back they found most of the party prep had been completed, so they deposited the ice and then all went to get changed and ready. The birthday boys claimed Felix’s bedroom and ensuite for themselves, locking everyone else out much like they had before they went clubbing. The others changed in different rooms around the house.

Minho had chosen a simple black button up dress shirt and leather pants. He styled his hair off his forehead and wore dark, smoky eye makeup. He wanted to look hot, because, well, Jisung would see him, but didn’t want to overshadow the birthday boys.

When Minho and the other boys finished, they gathered around having pre drinks, and waiting for the birthday twins. They were the last to come downstairs.

When they eventually came down, arms linked, everyone just stared for a second before loudly voicing their approval. They were both wearing Korean fusion outfits – Felix was wearing a black hanbok looking vest trimmed with gold over a long-sleeved white shirt with black pants and boots. His hair was a light grey colour that shone almost violet in the waning sunlight.

Jisung was also in black pants and boots. His hanbok-like jacket was purple and patterned and hung open over a white tank top with a studded leather strap over his shoulder like a sash. His hair was a platinum blond and styled off his face.

They both looked like princes. Minho felt a vague sense of déjà vu as he found himself unable to take his eyes off Jisung, and unable to join in the enthusiastic reactions of the others. Jisung must have caught him staring because he sent him a warm smile.

“And you guys say I’m dramatic,” Hyunjin was saying loudly, “you kept your hair hidden all day so you could have your big reveal.”

“We had to make an entrance,” Felix laughed, “Jisung’s addicted to causing a scene after the clubbing makeover.”

“Well you both look amazing,” Hyunjin continued. “Dongwook won’t be able to take his eyes off you Sungie.” Jisung blushed at the compliment.

“We’ve still got plenty of time before people start getting here, you know people are always late for parties. What about we play a game of truth or dare to warm us up before they rock up?” Felix suggested.

“Ergh, that’s so overdone!” Changbin whined. “We played like a million times in high school!”

“Yeah, but think how much juicier it will be now that we’re older,” Chan argued, “Plus it’s Lix’s birthday, so we have to do what he wants.”

“Fine,” muttered Changbin, “since it’s for Lix.”

They sat down in a circle and played a few warmup games of 3, 6, 9 to get some shots in their system before they started. They decided to play with a twist – that the person giving you the truth or dare got to choose which one, as well as what it was.

Felix chose Changbin to start first. He dared him to serenade a couple on the street. They all filed outside and burst into hysterics as they watched Changbin croon to a couple that was passing by, “and I need you now tonighttttt and I need you more than everrrrr,” while he was bent on one knee. They looked at him like he was crazy and hurried away.

Changbin chose Jeongin as his victim. “I dare you to kiss Jisung on the cheek.”

“Oh my god Changbin hyung I love you!” Jisung cried, as Jeongin made a disgusted face.

“Please, anything but that. I don’t want to defile my lips.”

“He’s literally your brother, just give him a peck.”

“Exactly, that’s even worse. I WILL NEVER GIVE IN!”

Jeongin took a shot as punishment instead.

He asked Hyunjin the weirdest place he’d had sex, and Hyunjin smirked to himself at the memory before refusing to answer and taking a shot as well.

Hyunjin asked Jisung his worst sexual experience. Jisung launched into an animated story of a one night stand with a guy from a club.

“… and then he took his pants off and I was just in shock. I was also very drunk so I almost burst out laughing. This guy had a huge body, but a micro penis! I just wasn’t expecting it. Honestly, I didn’t think the sex would be very good, but we already went all the way to the motel, so I thought we may as well try, and maybe he would be good at other things. But oh my lord, he just wanted to get straight in there, like no foreplay. I could barely feel a thing. I pretended to be really into it so it would just be over. Worst sex of my life!” Jisung finished with a dramatic gesture.

Everyone was in hysterics.

“Aww, I feel bad for the guy though. He must have a hard life,” Chan said through giggles.

“You’re mighty sympathetic Chan,” Hyunjin said with a knowing look.

“I’ll have you know I’m packing a python,” Chan boasted.

“Eew, please stop, you’re like my father,” Jisung shuddered. “Anyway, he may have been a nice guy, and I did feel bad. But it’s not really what you want from a random hook-up. He didn’t even try to please me in other ways either. Was just focussed on getting himself off.”

Minho’s brain was firing and before he could stop it he had already made the connection that if Jisung was into random hook-ups, maybe he would also want to hook up with Dongwook. The thought twinged in his jealous little heart.

“Continuing with the sex theme, Seungmin how many people have you had sex with?” Jisung asked.

“Only one,” Seungmin muttered as he flushed a deep red.

“Awww, our Seungminnie is so innocent,” Hyunjin cooed, patting the top of his head.

Seugnmin scowled, then quickly dared Chan to go on the balcony and yell “I have three nipples!” He took a shot, then did the dare anyway, smirking proudly at the group as they dissolved into laughing fits.

Chan dared Minho to do 20 squats while holding Jisung. Minho was about to refuse and shot his punishment, when Jisung turned to him. “You think I’m too heavy hyung?”

“Of course not, Sungie, it’s just…”

“Ok, come on then.” Jisung stood up and waited for Minho to do the same. Minho paused for a second, then shrugged and lifted him bridal style. Jisung was surprisingly light despite the bulging muscles Minho could feel through the thin fabric of his clothes. He tried not to get too excited about the proximity of the younger boy, focusing on keeping his form as he squatted, rather than imagining how easy it would be to lift Jisung up against the wall and completely ravish him.

As he finished the set, he put Jisung down gently on his feet. Unfortunately for Minho, Jisung’s jacket caught and fell down off his shoulders in the process. Minho couldn’t help but stare. Jisung’s arm, shoulder and chest muscles bulged out from the tank top, much bigger than they had been when they went clubbing. Minho felt something stir in his pants and he hurriedly excused himself to the bathroom before anything could eventuate from it. He knew what he would be dreaming about tonight.

When he got back, Felix was on the phone to his mum, trying to get her to say, “I love you.” He yelled in triumph as he succeeded and as if by fate, the doorbell rang then to signal the arrival of the first guests and the end of their game.

In no time, the house was full of music, laughter and people chatting. Felix and Jisung were busy making the rounds to all their guests, whilst Changbin and Chan were positioned conveniently near the food table, grazing as they chatted to Junho and Wooyoung. Minho played beer pong with Hyunjin against Jeongin and Seungmin. By the time they finished their game, all 4 boys were feeling the alcohol, and laughing at completely ridiculous things.

Jisung and Felix decided it would be a good time to do the cakes, before everyone “got too wasted.” They all gathered in the lounge room and sang as the birthday twins stood there grinning at everyone. They held hands as they blew out their candles together, and each made a short speech. Minho’s heart swelled with fondness as he watched the boys cut into their cakes, touch the bottom with the knives and give each other cute little forehead kisses.

After the cake was distributed and eaten, Hyunjin took it upon himself to start a dancefloor, and pulled Minho in to help him. Soon enough a group of bodies had joined them, jumping and grinding to the music blaring from large speakers around the room.

Even as he dancing around, Minho couldn’t stop his eyes from finding Jisung every few minutes. He was never hard to spot, to Minho it seemed like he shone like the sun, his blonde hair sparkling as he talked to his guests. So it was no surprise that Minho saw when Dongwook approached the younger boy, and suddenly he needed a drink really badly. He left the dance floor and took a shot as he watched Dongwook put his arm around Jisung’s waist. He took another as he saw Dongwook whisper something in his ear. And another again when Jisung laughed, eyes sparkling up at him. He took a few more for good measure as Dongwook lead Jisung to the dancefloor and started showing off for him.

“Woah, you’re a man on a mission,” Minho glanced to his side to see a tall, muscular man next to him, amusement etched on his handsome features. “Something bothering you sweetheart?” he inquired, smiling widely at him.

Minho could already feel the extra 5 shots he had taken start to alter his consciousness, “Not anymore darling,” he giggled back, reaching a hand out to rest it on the man’s arm.

“That’s good to hear. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sad. What a loss for the world if it couldn’t see your smile.” The man moved closer to him, smiling smugly as Minho giggled again.

“Would you like to get some air outside?”

Before Minho could respond he felt an arm encircle his waist.

“Jisungie!” he cried gleefully, leaning into the other boy.

“Thanks for coming Marcus, nice to see you,” Jisung addressed the other man.

“Yeah, happy birthday man,” Marcus replied.

“I’m just going to borrow Minho hyung, I need some help with something. I’ll see you round!” Jisung steered a stumbling Minho away with him.

“Geez Hyung, how much did you drink?” Jisung said as he struggled to guide Minho outside. It was proving difficult, as Minho seemed much more eager to snuggle into Jisung than walk.

Eventually, they reached a bench and Jisung tried to deposit Minho’s weight down, but ended up being dragged down on top of him. He managed to manoeuvre them so they were sitting side by side, though Minho clung onto Jisung’s arm as if it was his lifeline to sobriety.

“Why did you drink so much hyung?” Jisung enquired gently.

“Because I didn’t want to feel,” he replied simply.

“Feel what?” Jisung asked.

“Everything.”

Minho gazed into Jisung’s eyes and felt his mind clear for a moment, before he was dragged down into their gorgeous chocolate depths. He didn’t realise his face was drifting closer and closer to Jisung’s, until he could feel his breath against his lips. Jisung gulped and craned his neck a little and… CRASH! Hyunjin tripped over a flowerpot next to them, making the two boys jump.

“There you are! Felix is looking for you Jisung.” He said as he tried to pile dirt back into the pot.

“Ah. Minho hyung is really drunk, I don’t think I can leave him alone right now,” Jisung said.

“I’ll stay with him,” Hyunjin offered. “It’s your party, go in and have fun. Leave this loser to me, I’ll sober him up and then we’ll come back in.”

Jisung looked unsure.

“Really, he’ll be fine. I’m not that drunk, I can take care of him. And if you’d seen Felix’s puppy dog eyes when he was asking everyone where you were, you’d be inside with him already.”

Jisung sighed, “Ok, but come back in as soon as he’s feeling better.”

“Sure thing birthday boy. Have fun!”

***

Minho enjoyed a variety of fun activities while he was outside. He threw up in a garden bed, had a nap, ran away from Hyunjin and drank a lot of water. Eventually he was sober enough to head back in to the party.

Everyone inside was now significantly more intoxicated. Minho took stock of their group, his mind still hazy but at least now performing basic functions. Chan was on a couch making out with a pretty Korean girl. Changbin was dancing with Seungmin and Jeongin. Felix was clinging to Jisung, crying. Minho was concerned for a moment, before he got close enough to hear what he was saying.

“I love you so much Sungie,” he sniffled into Jisung’s chest. “Thank you so much for coming into my life, I don’t know what I would have done without you. You’re my twin, you have to stay with me forever.” He then started peppering him all over with wet kisses, making Jisung squeal and laugh. It was so cute and pure that Minho couldn’t even find it in himself to feel jealous when Felix ended up kissing Jisung right on the lips.

“Hey where’s mine Lix!” Hyunjin sat down on his other side.

“Hyunjinnie, Minho Hyung!” Felix called out delightedly. Minho went to sit with them too.

Felix changed targets, showering Hyunjin and Minho with love and praise, and Jisung managed to successfully extract himself. He laughed at the boys on the couch getting smothered in hugs and then disappeared upstairs, presumably to use the bathroom.

Minho kept an eye on the staircase, waiting for him to return, but instead of Jisung coming back down, he saw Dongwook head up.

Minho watched anxiously for what seemed like hours. Neither of them came down. Shards of Minho’s heart splintered off with each minute that passed, until only a small piece remained, clinging to the hope that they were doing something else up there. He tried not to think about Dongwook kissing Jisung. Working him open and fucking him. Jisung calling out his name in fits of pleasure. He couldn’t bear the thought of them sharing such an intimate connection, one that Minho himself longed for more than anything.

Then finally Jisung came down. His hair stuck up at odd angles, his lips were swollen and red, and he wasn’t wearing his jacket. The last piece of Minho’s heart shattered, shooting pain through his chest and sending him spiralling into a void of hopelessness and emptiness.

Jisung had sex with Dongwook. He wanted to be with him, not Minho. He trusted him, wanted to give him pleasure, liked him, wanted to be with him. It hurt so much. More than Minho thought was possible.

Jisung headed back towards them. “Scooch over hyung,” he said lightly, gesturing to Minho’s place on the couch. Minho felt sick. After going off and fucking another guy, Jisung wanted to sit next to him and pretend nothing happened? Well he couldn’t take that.

“You can have it,” he muttered, almost shoving Felix off as he stood up. Jisung shot him a confused look as he all but ran away.

Minho found himself in the kitchen again. He took a bottle of what looked like tequila and went into the garden, ready to drink away his pain. He didn’t remember much from the rest of the night.

***

When Minho woke up the first thing that hit him was the feeling of his head splitting in two. He groaned and tried to move but his limbs felt like they were weighed down by something heavy. He gave up and just lay there for a while, trying to wish the pain away. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed that he was on a bed, and the weight holding down his limbs was actually a person. He mustered his strength to open his eyes and was greeted with a mop of blonde hair and soft cheeks squished into his bare chest.

Suddenly Minho was very awake. What the hell?! Why was Jisung cuddling him? Where was Jisung’s shirt? Why was he himself in his underwear? Did something happen between them? Did he do something he shouldn’t have? The questions raced through his mind like they were on cocaine.

He took deep breaths and calmed his racing heart, then assessed the situation again. He was lying in his underwear in Felix’s bed. Jisung was lying sprawled on top of him. His head rested on Minho’s chest, his arm curled around his waist, and his leg was thrown over Minho’s crotch. He was more on Minho than the bed. Plus, Jisung was also half naked. The body that Minho had only fantasized about was right on top of him, complete with golden skin, bulging pecs and taught abs that had him almost salivating as he lay there trying his very best not to get hard.

It didn’t work. To his horror he felt the heat of blood pooling in his crotch. The crotch that was right under Jisung’s thigh. He quickly willed himself to think of the most disgusting things his mind could conjure – eating crusty toenails, fungating wounds, horrible monsters from horror movies. It was no use though. They stood no chance against the feeling of Jisung’s bare skin on his, of Jisung wrapped around him perfectly, like he belonged there.

Whether it was the painfully hard dick solidifying under his thigh that woke Jisung up Minho didn’t know. The boy stirred, still half asleep, and rubbed his thigh curiously over the hard rod he found under it before he seemed to realise what it was. He dragged his leg off as his eyes flew open with a start and he looked up at Minho, mortified.

“Oh, God hyung, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise– I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry for feeling up your morning wood,” he finished meekly.

“It’s ok Sung,” Minho replied. It wasn’t. Minho didn’t in fact think he would ever be okay again. The feeling of Jisung’s thigh rubbing against his hard dick was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Sorry for…,” Minho gestured towards the rock hard lump that was clearly visible through his underwear, his ears turning red from embarrassment.

“Don’t be silly hyung, I’m a guy too. I know what morning wood is.” Jisung had rolled completely off his hyung and pulled the covers up over his chest. Minho followed suit and covered up.

“Um, Sungie… what… happened?” Minho cautiously enquired, almost scared to hear the answer.

“You were so drunk hyung. I found you outside and helped you into the bed. But you pulled me down with you and trapped me. It was easier to give in and sleep here.”

“What about our clothes?”

“Ahhh… that was your idea. You kept ranting about ‘skin-on-skin contact.’ You stripped off your shirt and pants. There was no stopping you, and no stopping you from trying to get my shirt off either. And here we are.”

Minho groaned, scolding his drunk self for forcing his fantasies onto Jisung.

“I didn’t say or do anything weird though?”

“The whole ‘skin-on-skin contact’ wasn’t weird enough?” Jisung laughed. “I mean, you kept saying I was ‘more than a sex toy’ and saying how great I was and stuff. Normal drunk friend behaviour.”

“Ergh, I’m so sorry.”

Jisung laughed again, “well Felix kissed me on the mouth. I think you were pretty tame comparatively.”

Minho sighed and closed his eyes. Why had he even tried to write himself off in the first place? Ahhh. Right. Dongwook and Jisung had hooked up at the party. God his drunk arse was dramatic. So they hooked up. No big deal. Jisung was free to do anything he liked with anyone he liked. Plus, them hooking up didn’t even mean Jisung liked him necessarily. And Jisung liking Dongwook was surely much worse than him just sleeping with him.

The door slammed open and interrupted his thoughts. “Get dressed lovers, breakfast’s up!” Chan called into the room. Sure enough the smell of cooking food wafted up to them through the door Chan left open as he ran off.

Minho dragged himself out of bed, so focussed on standing upright that he forgot about a few important things. One, he was in his underwear. Two, he was very hard. He caught Jisung staring at him wide eyed as he was stretching his arms above his head.

“Shit, sorry.” Minho said, lowering his arms and quickly grabbing the top blanket to cover himself as he searched for his clothes. He found his shirt hanging from the curtain rod and his pants thrown on the other side of the room. Minho shuddered to think how enthusiastically he must have stripped them off.

When he was dressed he turned to see that Jisung was still hiding under the covers.

“I’ll come down in a minute, you guys start without me,” he mumbled. Minho thought his cheeks looked slightly flushed, but realised it must just be the colour of the light through the curtains.

Downstairs, Minho was greeted with huge plates full of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, hash browns, toast and avocado. Chan and Jeongin had been busy cooking breakfast for everyone for the last hour. It looked and smelt mouth-watering.

The rest of the boys were already downstairs.

“Jisung said to start without him,” he relayed. They didn’t need to be told twice and dove into the food. Minho quickly grabbed some and set it aside for Jisung so he wouldn’t miss out before getting his own. The greasy food hit his hangover perfectly, like heaven to his tastebuds and stomach.

Jisung emerged about 5 minutes later, his cheeks still looking slightly pink. He murmured a “thanks hyung” when Minho gave him the food he’d saved, smiling at the older boy but not quite making eye contact.

“So, Chan, who was the girl?” Hyunjin was asking teasingly.

“Oh, she was one of Jisung’s classmates. Ilsoon.”

“And what did you guys get up to?” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“We just made out… with some heavy petting. Strictly PG.”

“Sure, sure.” Hyunjin knew he wouldn’t get any more from him and turned his attention to his next victim. “What about you Sungie, you and Dongwook disappeared for ages.”

Jisung choked on a piece of bacon. Minho’s brain both tried to ignore his answer but also hyper focussed on it at the same time leaving him very confused.

“None of your business,” he retorted.

“Come onnnnnn Sung. I didn’t get any, so I have to live vicariously through you.”

Minho swore Jisung’s eyes slid towards him for a second before answering.

“We made out,” he said finally.

“Just made out?!” Hyunjin seemed incredulous.

“Well, he wanted more but I told him I wasn’t interested. I think that was the main reason he was pursuing me, he looked pretty pissed off when I knocked him back.”

“Ahhh, just after the Jarse,” Hyunjin sympathised. “Don’t worry, there are plenty of other guys out there.”

“Yeah,” Jisung really didn’t seem that disappointed. Minho’s heart on the other hand felt like bursting into song, floating on the breeze, skipping through some fields. Jisung didn’t like Dongwook. Jisung didn’t even sleep with him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning like a madman. Nobody at the table questioned why.

They spent the rest of the day at Felix’s, hanging out and being hungover together. They mainly just lay around the living room watching movies. Jisung and Minho had requested the latest horror movie but were outvoted by literally everyone else. They ended up watching an Avengers movie marathon.

Minho was surprised when Jisung elected to sit next to him, then proceeded to lie down with his head in Minho’s lap about ten minutes in. Minho spent about half the movie wondering if it would be weird to card his fingers through Jisung’s hair before he threw caution to the wind and just did it. He was rewarded with the cutest little noise of pleasure and Jisung nuzzling his head into his touch. God. Minho’s heart was really going to burst soon.

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Jisungie

Hey hyung

You know that horror movie we wanted to watch

Could I come to yours to watch it?

Jeongin won’t let me watch it at our house

Minho

Sure

I’ll buy some popcorn and snacks

Come over tonight

You can stay over if you want

Jisungie

Oh. Yeah that might be good

In case it’s scary it might be good to sleep with someone

Actually sleep I mean

Not, you know

Of course

Duh

Sorry

Minho

Haha, yeah I knew what you meant

Don’t worry

I’ll see you at 6

Minho smiled down at his phone. How was Jisung so cute even via text? It was almost like he was nervous to be around him. Which of course he didn’t need to be. They were friends again. They could have a movie night just like old times.

And it was just like old times. They watched the movie. They talked over the movie. They ate popcorn and malteasers. Jisung jumped at every scary noise. It was just like before… except it wasn’t.

For one thing, Minho no longer tried to stop the feelings that swelled in his heart when Jisung was near. Instead he let them thrive, blooming in his heart. Also, when Jisung snuggled up to him part way through the movie, he only agonised for 10 minutes before wrapping his arms and legs around him. This made Jisung giggle and smile up at him, eyes dancing as Minho’s heart stuttered. And when they went to bed, he pulled Jisung up to lie on his chest and cuddled him as they slept.

And after that their movie nights and hangouts became a lot more regular. Minho’s heart was so full of affection for the boy, he just wanted to be with him all the time. To be close to him. His mind was still full of dirty fantasies about him, but the thing Minho wanted more than anything was just to kiss those cute little lips. He held himself back though. He had to wait. He had hurt Jisung so badly when he basically cut him out of his life. He had to wait until Jisung trusted him again, until he gave Minho some kind of hint that he might like him back and want to be with him.

“Hey Sungie, are you busy tonight?” he asked one Friday after class. “There’s a new minigolf bar that just opened up, did you wanna go?” There was no reason for Minho to feel so nervous as he waited for his response.

“Sure, sounds good,” Jisung smiled back at him, and Minho’s heart did its familiar flip.

Minho picked Jisung up from his house. The younger boy was wearing shorts and knee-high patterned socks, combined with a fluffy cardigan. A beret completed the look. He looked so soft that Minho wanted to spend all night cuddling him. But he couldn’t. There were high stakes on the line. Whoever lost their minigolf game had to cook dinner for the other the following night. Minho didn’t intend to lose.

They had a few drinks while waiting for their time slot to use the course. The place was very trendy, with lots of inventive décor pieces and obstacles around the holes. They took some photos in a photo booth and Minho saw how disgustingly fond he looked in them as he posed with the other boy. He put them in his wallet regardless.

When it was time to play it became clear that Jisung was also determined to win, and not against using underhanded tactics to do so. He took off his cardigan to reveal that his seemingly innocent shirt was in fact completely open at the back, as well as cropped. The soft look was a façade, and Minho felt cheated as he constantly found himself fighting to keep his eyes off the hints of Jisung’s abs, or the bulge of his back muscles. Jisung must have known that Minho was still ridiculously attracted to him, because he used his body shamelessly to distract him, bending over or stretching or finding ways to flex his muscles whenever it was Minho’s turn. Minho was ashamed to say that it worked every single time. By the end of the game Minho was exhausted from trying to concentrate through so much arousal.

Jisung danced around happily when he sunk his final put and finished well below Minho’s score.

“Thanks for cooking hyung, I’m looking forward to eating your steak!”

“You totally cheated!” Minho retaliated, indignant.

Jisung widened his eyes, filling them with a look of pure innocence. “What do you mean? I literally did nothing.” He batted his eyelids for extra effect.

“You know what you did,” he muttered sourly. But he couldn’t keep his sulking up for long, not with Jisung jumping around and giggling so cutely. And that was when Minho realised how much danger he was in.

Minho decided he wouldn’t give up so easily though, and planned his revenge for the following night. He didn’t know if Jisung had ever been attracted to him, but he knew he was an attractive man, so he intended to use that to his advantage. He wore the tightest leather pants he could find, and a shirt with a zip all down the front. He unzipped it about half way, noting how when he moved it revealed glimpses of his pecs and abs. He styled his hair off his face and put makeup on. He knew he was completely overdressed for someone who was staying home and cooking, but he didn’t care.

Jisung’s eyes widened when he saw him. “Wow, I think I missed the memo,” he motioned to his simple jeans and jumper.

“You look beautiful, as always.” Minho swore he saw Jisung blush at the compliment.

As Minho began cooking, he found himself suddenly very clumsy, dropping so many things and having to bend down suggestively to pick them up. He danced around the kitchen to the music he had playing through his speaker, explaining that dancing helped him cook. Jisung just watched as he shook his arse around to the beat, his expression blank, but the tops of his ears were red.

Minho had laid out some flowers, wine and candles on the table and they chatted playfully as they ate.

“Hyung this is ridiculous. Why didn’t you tell me you could cook like this?”

Minho beamed. “If I did you’d be over here all the time making me cook for you. I’d never be able to get rid of you.”

Jisung laughed at that. “You say that like I’m not here every other day anyway.”

“True. But ingredients are expensive, and you’d eat me out of house and home.”

“It would be my pleasure to eat you out,” Jisung chuckled, “of house and home I mean.”

Minho stared at the younger boy, eyes wide and cheeks red, fork paused halfway to his mouth.

“Eat up hyung,” Jisung said with a smirk and a wink.

Minho had done most of the cleaning as he cooked, but Jisung insisted on doing the remaining dishes when they finished. Minho relented eventually, there were only a few left anyway.

As Jisung was standing at the sink, Minho moved to stand behind him and put his arms around his waist. It was an affectionate move, with an ulterior motive - his dick was placed right on Jisung’s arse. He watched in satisfaction as the younger boy froze at the feeling. But then Jisung flicked some soap suds at him and made a break for it while Minho was confused.

Minho managed to catch him, pinning him against the bench as he screamed in laughter. Then, as the laughter died down something shifted, and both boys seemed to realise the position they were in. Their faces were inches away from each other, bodies already pressed together. As he gazed into the eyes he adored so much, Minho wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them. To feel the soft lips on his. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He needed to make sure Jisung wanted this. So he waited for Jisung to make the move. To show he wanted Minho, just like Minho wanted him. But he just stood there, motionless. Minho tried to hide his hurt and disappointment as he moved away.

The next couple of weeks they hung out together a lot, going on picnics, to cafes, to see plays. Every now and then they had another moment like the one in the kitchen, where it seemed like something would happen, but it always fizzled out.

It was both heaven and hell for Minho, he finally had Jisung back in his life, got to be close to him again. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t in the way Minho wanted. Not in the way he found himself constantly longing for. But no matter how many times they found themselves staring entranced into each other’s eyes, no matter how many times their touches felt like burning electricity between them, Jisung never made a move. Minho was always disappointed, but he was patient. He would give Jisung all the time he needed.

***

Hyunjin slumped down next to Minho after they finished a one-on-one dance practice.

“What are you wearing to Taecyeon’s party hyung?” The party was in a few days. Minho, Hyunjin and Felix had been invited, but none of the others had. To his credit, Hyunjin hadn’t even mentioned the bet.

“Ahhh, actually I’m not going, I’m having a movie night with Jisung instead. Sorry Hyunjinnie.”

“Rejected for a date, I see how it is.”

“It’s not a date, we’re just friends.”

“Are you kidding me? You guys have been dating for weeks.”

“No, we’ve just been hanging out as friends.”

Hyunjin looked at him, incredulous. “Please don’t tell me that after all this time you haven’t even kissed?”

“We haven’t.”

“But you like him?”

“More than anything.”

“But you haven’t made a move?”

“No.”

Hyunjin sighed, looking like he’d resigned himself to hear something ridiculous, “and why haven’t you made a move?”

“I really hurt him Jinnie. He’s probably not ready to trust me like that after what I did to him. So I’m waiting until he’s ready.”

“You’re waiting until he’s ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s waiting until you’re ready?”

“Me? Why wouldn’t I be ready?”

Hyunjin facepalmed and made a noise somewhere in between frustration and disgust.

“I seriously can’t believe you. You remember when you freaked out because you thought you weren’t straight? It was like, a really big thing, ripped our group apart, made you not speak to Jisung for months, you know.” Hyunjin looked like he was using all his willpower not to lose his cool. “And kissing Jisung would be your first non-heterosexual experience. I bet you any money he’s waiting for you to be ready for that.”

“Oh.” That actually made a lot of sense. Jisung knew first-hand how much his discovery of his sexuality had affected Minho. It made sense that he was being considerate and waiting for Minho to be ready to pursue his first relationship with a man.

Hyunjin sighed, exasperated. “You two are seriously as bad as each other. Please for the love of everything on this earth make a move before I crash both your heads together myself.”

***

For once, Minho and Jisung decided to watch a comedy instead of their usual horror. Minho found himself wishing they had done so before, getting to hear so much of Jisung’s laughter was like shots of endorphins straight to his brain.

When they were about halfway through their second movie, Minho’s phone started ringing.

“Aren’t you going to get that hyung?” Jisung asked.

“It’s just Hyunjin,” Minho replied, but he sighed and paused the movie to accept the call.

“MINHOOOO HYUNGGGGGGG!!” Hyunjin’s very drunk voice reverberated around the room.

“Hey Jinnie, having fun?” he asked with a chuckle.

“It’s sooo good hyung. There’s so many hot people here. You should have come. Taecyeon hyung has a foam room. Everyone is wetttttt!”

“Sounds like a great time,” Minho laughed as Felix’s voice could be heard telling Hyunjin to hurry up and take his shot.

Hyunjin made a noise at him then turned his attention back to Minho, “remember what I said! I’M GONNA SMASH YOUR FACE-“ Minho hurriedly hung up the phone.

Jisung was staring at Minho with a strange look on his face.

“Taecyeon’s party is tonight?” he asked slowly.

“Yeah,” Minho replied.

“You should have gone. Why didn’t you go? I hope it’s not because of the bet. I told you I don’t care about that.” Jisung rambled, looking slightly guilty.

“It’s not because of the bet.”

“But it’s the event of the year. Everyone is dying to be invited. And you love parties. Why wouldn’t you go?”

Minho shifted closer on the couch, so he was right next to the boy. He found Jisung’s gaze and held it with his own, determined.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here.” He said simply, hoping his voice conveyed how much he meant the words. “And there’s no one else I’d rather be with than you.”

His sincerity must have shone through, because Jisung gulped at the sudden intensity.

Minho moved his head forwards, slowly, silently asking permission. And finally, Jisung closed his eyes and leaned in to meet his lips.

All those hours and days and weeks that Minho had imagined kissing Jisung could not have prepared him for the reality. He tasted like the sweetest chocolate, his lips soft and full and gentle as autumn sun. But what really surprised Minho was the sheer emotion that the act brought crashing down on him. He had kissed a lot of people before, but he had never felt the same elation, pure happiness bubbling up in him. He felt like it was bursting through his skin and sending radiant beams around the room. He felt so much affection and adoration for this boy, unlike anything he had ever known.

He paused, stroking Jisung’s soft cheeks for a moment, before leaning back in and deepening the kiss. He held him tightly in his arms as he licked at his lips and slipped his tongue in to explore Jisung’s mouth. He savoured every lick, every sensation. Then he paused again, softly withdrawing to echo words that had ricocheted in his head for months.

“Please let me show you how precious you are to me,” his eyes held the question, and Jisung slowly nodded his answer.

$$$$$

Minho trailed his lips down Jisung’s jaw. He brought them to his ear, brushing lips and tongue to his ear lobe. Jisung let out a soft moan and that was all it took for Minho to grow ridiculously hard. A small part of him wanted to abandon all control and completely devour the boy in front of him, but that, that could wait. For now, Minho wanted to take it slow, savour every touch, every second of their first time together.

Minho lifted Jisung gently off the couch and carried him to his bed, taking off Jisung’s shirt before laying him down on the covers and climbing on top of him. He left light kisses over his mouth, his neck and his collarbones, before moving to his chest. He ran his tongue experimentally over one of his nipples and was delighted by the whiny moan that escaped Jisung’s gorgeous lips. He sucked wet kisses and kitten licks to the sensitive buds, making Jisung squirm around on the bed, then moved down to his stomach and abs. Minho glanced up at Jisung, once again seeking permission before removing Jisung’s pants and underwear.

Minho sat back in awe of the gorgeous boy in front of him. Lying naked and willing, waiting for his hyung to take him completely. It felt too good to be true. To make sure he wasn’t dreaming, Minho ran his hands softly over the golden skin, making Jisung shiver at the gentle touch that set his sensitive nerves tingling.

“Hyung,” he said breathlessly, eyes pleading up at him. He was so vulnerable, so eager. It was overwhelming.

Minho lowered his head towards his pretty dick, marvelling at the way it twitched when his breath hit the skin.

“Hyung,” Jisung said again, “you don’t have to. I know you’re not used to this.”

Minho met his eyes. “I really want to. I want to do everything with you.” And with that he lowered his mouth, and placed a kitten lick along Jisung’s length, never breaking eye contact.

Jisung moaned and shuddered, toes curling, and Minho continued to tease with soft licks and kisses, truly enjoying the way Jisung seemed to gradually lose his composure with every touch. Eventually he took the base in his hand and after a few short sucks on the very tip, pushed down quickly to take all of him in at once.

Jisung’s body spasmed, “hyung, fuck!” he called out, voice strangled and tight, “you’re going to make me come.” Minho just smirked at him, satisfied that his first time giving head was going so well.

He slowed down though, he had a lot of things to do to Jisung still, he couldn’t have him coming just yet.

He took a break from his work to make a show of licking his fingers, before continuing swirling his tongue around Jisung’s dick as he let his wet fingers glide down until they reached Jisung’s hole.

Jisung moaned at the touch. He was biting his lips, trying to control himself. Cute, Minho thought, but he couldn’t have that. He needed Jisung to lose control. After a few brushes in the area, he popped off Jisung’s dick and moved his mouth downwards, lifting Jisung’s legs and spreading his cheeks. He gazed at the tight hole for a second, then brought his mouth up to it, licking around it as Jisung cried out, grasping the bed sheets. Luckily, Minho had done this before (albeit with girls), and he expertly used his tongue to relax him until he could get the tip of it inside. He reached blindly for the lube in his bedside table, not wanting to stop his ministrations. Finally, he was successful, and he coated and warmed his fingers, before leaning back to watch Jisung’s face as he slipped one inside him.

Jisung’s eyes blew wide and he let out a guttural sound that went straight to Minho’s dick. As he carefully worked Jisung open he felt his own precum soak his underwear in his now uncomfortably tight pants. By the time he had inserted a third finger Jisung was completely undone. His hair was strewn around his face, a sweaty mess. His lips were swollen from kissing and his biting them in attempts to compose himself. His eyes were unfocused and a sheen of sweat gathered on his brow. Minho wished he could take a picture of the sight. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his life.

He bent down to kiss the boy again, before Jisung stopped him.

“Hyung. Please. I want to see you. I want to feel you. Please.” Minho chuckled as he looked down at his fully clothed form. He stood up and slipped off his shirt, pants and underwear. His straining dick sprang out, precum pooling at the tip. Jisung stared at him, eyes taking in every inch of him, devouring him. He reached to grab a condom, but Jisung stopped him.

“I – I was wondering if we could do it without,” he said, “I’ve been tested recently and I’m clear. I really want to feel you hyung.”

Minho considered for a moment, but eventually he complied. He was kidding himself if he thought he could deny Jisung anything he wanted, especially when he was lying undone before him, waiting patiently to be his.

Minho groaned in relief as he finally touched his neglected dick to coat it with lube, applying more to Jisung’s hole before lining himself up. He kept his gazed locked on Jisung’s gorgeous eyes as he slowly pushed inside. Jisung gasped, his eyes wide with want. Minho waited until Jisung relaxed and then pushed slowly in, until he was completely inside. Minho’s eyes still locked with Jisung’s, filled with wonder at the feeling of being completely joined with the person he adored and longed for so much. They just stared into each other, watching the storm of emotion that swirled in the depths of their gazes. Minho thought he had never felt closer to another human before, and the thought sent waves of affection sweeping though him.

Slowly, he started to move, feeling every inch of him and every inch of Jisung. Nerves tingling, on fire. He leaned down to kiss Jisung as he slowly built up his pace, roving his hands over Jisung’s glorious body as he allowed the boy to fill his every sense, every thought, every feeling. It felt truly euphoric, like Jisung was a drug and his mind was completely lost to it.

He adjusted slightly and picked up the pace, Jisung’s moans blending with his own to create the most beautiful sound imaginable. Suddenly, after a large thrust, Jisung cried out, grasping Minho’s thighs tightly. Oh, Minho thought, that must be the prostate. He tried a few more thrusts before finding it again, and then nailing into it repeatedly. Jisung was a mess. He was crying out, scratching his hands into any of Minho’s skin he could reach. The sounds spurred Minho on, made him feel the tightening that signalled his imminent release. He pushed harder and faster, determined to completely ruin the boy under him before he let go himself.

“Hyung! Hyung! Fuck! Oh my god! Fuck!” Jisung’s expletives were like heroin to his brain and he barely managed to hold out until Jisung released all over his stomach. He then finally let go, crying out Jisung’s name and feeling the contractions as he came himself. He slumped down on the younger boy, kissing his mouth, his face, anything he could reach.

Eventually, he pulled out and couldn’t stop himself staring in fascination as his cum leaked out of Jisung’s wrecked hole. He knew the image would be burned into his brain for years to come. He lay down and pulled Jisung into his chest, hugging him tightly, a mess of cum and sweat, and kissed his head.

“Please say you’ll be mine,” he whispered, desperate to seal their connection officially.

“I’ve been yours for a long time hyung” Jisung answered softly, kissing his cheek. Minho’s heart swelled with so much happiness he thought he might explode. He smiled softly as they drifted off to sleep.

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Minho slept better than he had in years. When he woke up, it was to the beautiful boy lying in his arms, nuzzled into his chest. He kissed the top of his head and he stirred.

“Morning hyung,” he said in the tiniest voice imaginable.

“Morning Sungie,” he replied hugging him tighter. They lay there in silence for a few minutes, just feeling each other.

“Hyung, what are your thoughts on experimentation?” Jisung’s voice was almost timid.

“Like with kinks and sex stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“If it’s with you, there’s a lot of things I’d like to try,” he said.

“You would tell me if something I was doing made you uncomfortable right?” Jisung looked at him anxiously.

“Of course.”

They fell back into comfortable silence. Though now, Minho’s brain was not so comfortable, wondering what on earth Jisung had been thinking about to prompt that question, and finding himself already getting hard at the thought.

After a few minutes Jisung spoke up again. “As much as I’d love to stay here all day, I have to pee, and also we should probably clean up.” With that he extracted himself from the bed and made his way to the ensuite. After a few minutes he stuck his head out of the door. Minho could hear the sound of the shower behind him. “You coming hyung?” he asked sweetly.

Minho didn’t need to be asked twice. He sprang out of bed and joined him in the bathroom. Jisung was already in the shower and Minho just watched in awe for a minute. The water ran in streams down his toned body, droplets running down the hills and valleys of his defined muscles. He was straight out of one of Minho’s fantasies. No. He was better. He could never imagine this level of perfection. Jisung gestured him inside, and he took a deep breath and entered the shower.

He stepped towards the younger boy, intending to hold him and kiss him, but Jisung laughed and moved away, “what are you doing hyung? We’re supposed to be showering.” Minho froze. He couldn’t be serious right? He had just asked Minho about sexual experimentation. They were both there, naked, close enough to touch and Minho was already hard. He couldn’t actually want them to just shower. Right?

Seemed like Minho was wrong. Jisung was washing his body with soap and shampooing his hair. Minho just stared at him, getting harder and harder as the minutes passed and he watched Jisung touch himself all over as he cleaned. “Aren’t you going to wash up hyung?” Jisung asked innocently.

“Maybe you could help me?” Minho suggested. Jisung just laughed. “I think that might be a bit too exciting for you hyung,” he glanced pointedly down at his hyung’s hard dick.

Minho sighed in frustration, and started washing himself, all the while watching Jisung and wishing he would change his mind. It had to be some form of torture - to be naked with someone you wanted to fuck but not be able to act on it. But Jisung didn’t want to do anything, and Minho respected that.

When Minho had finished he moved to open the door.

“If you think I’m letting you leave you’re sadly mistaken.” Jisung’s voice was like ice. Hard and cold. Commanding. It sent shivers through Minho’s body and he froze on instinct.

“Get on your knees.” Minho didn’t know what was happening, but he found himself turning to look at Jisung. His normal cute teasing was gone and he stood straight, shoulders squared, a challenge in his eyes as he stared Minho down.

“Be a good boy and get on your knees,” he repeated, voice deep, almost mocking.

Minho’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up.

“Such a slut,” Jisung scoffed down at him. “Open your mouth.”

Minho obliged. There he was, kneeling before Jisung, streams of water running down his face, mouth open and waiting. Jisung spoke again, “I’m going to fuck your dirty mouth until you cry.”

Minho gulped and nodded.

Jisung leaned down and whispered, “if it gets too much tap my thigh and I’ll stop.” Minho looked up to see his precious boy there, worrying for him, and nodded again. He trusted Jisung and if he was being honest with himself, this act was making him crazy, a dark want rearing its head and dragging his mind into a base dungeon of depravity.

Jisung’s face hardened again and he stepped forwards, pulling Minho’s head back by his hair and putting the tip of his now hard dick in his mouth. Minho let out a sharp whine at the pain, his dick twitching uncontrollably.

Then Jisung started to thrust. He started shallow, making sure Minho had his teeth out of the way, then got deeper and harder, pulling on Minho’s hair and making him moan around him, sending vibrations back into his dick.

“Such a dirty slut. Look at you taking my dick so well. I knew you would. I bet you’ve imagined this, haven’t you hyung? Thought about me when you got off, when you slept, when you fucked Soojin.”

Minho made a strangled sound at that, shooting mortified eyes up to Jisung.

“Oh my god, you did, didn’t you?” Jisung scoffed, almost in disbelief, “You thought of me while you were fucking her. God you’re disgusting.” Jisung punctuated each few words with a thrust. Minho’s eyes were watering, his dick painfully hard and neglected, leaking on the shower floor. His hand twitched towards it. Jisung saw. “Don’t you dare,” he threatened, and Minho’s hand immediately stilled.

“You look so filthy. I’m going to come all over that pretty face of yours.”

Minho moaned at the thought, suddenly needing to feel the warm streaks of cum defiling him. Jisung started thrusting harder, making tears run from Minho’s eyes, the mix of pleasure and pain becoming almost unbearable as Jisung pulled on his hair and thrust his dick into the back of his throat. He gagged around him. Jisung just stared down at him, eyes hard, like Minho meant nothing, was just there for the sole purpose of his pleasure.

Minho felt arousal and want fill every molecule of his body, wanted Jisung to take him any way he wanted. He felt his dick twitch again, more pre-cum leaking out. God he might even come like this, untouched, a dripping pathetic mess on the floor.

Jisung halted for a second, pulling out.

“I’m going to come on your face.” He said again, and Minho knew he was really asking for permission, checking if Minho was okay.

“Please,” he moaned wantonly.

Jisung smirked. “You’re pathetic. My pathetic little slut.”

He started fucking his throat again, hard and fast, chasing release, before quickly pulling out with a guttural groan and releasing hot streaks of white all over Minho’s forehead and cheeks, over his nose and into his mouth.

He stared down at him for a second, panting, an almost demonic look in his eyes. Then he blinked, shaking his head lightly, and bent down to pull Minho gently to his feet. He hugged him, gazing into his eyes and kissing him sweetly. “Thank you hyung” he whispered, as he tenderly cleaned Minho’s face under the water.

“I’ve always wanted to try that,” the younger boy admitted. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Minho’s voice was rough. “I enjoyed it.”

He glanced down at his leaking, hard cock, and Jisung’s eyes followed.

“Your turn hyung. What would you like?”

A thousand base desires crashed through Minho’s brain, but one kept coming to the forefront. His shower fantasy from the changeroom. Jisung on his knees for him.

“Please suck me off,” he murmured into Jisung ear. Jisung kissed him, hard, then obliged immediately.

He knelt before him, gazing up at him as he lapped up the pre-cum, then flattened his tongue and ran it over his whole length. Minho almost came on the spot, the sensation of warm, wet touch on his long-neglected cock was almost too much to bear. Jisung seemed to sense this and he withdrew to focus on his balls, kissing around them before stuffing both in his mouth.

Minho’s brain stopped functioning. He was used to seeing Jisung’s cheeks stuffed with food, but seeing them puffed out with his balls was pornographic. As Jisung swirled his tongue around them Minho lost himself in the heat and wetness and he found himself on the edge yet again, his cock jolting and hitting the side of Jisung’s face.  

He managed to hold back the building pressure once again, barely, as Jisung moved his attention back to his dick. He teased with light kisses and flicks of his tongue, before finally taking it into his mouth. Minho felt like he would explode. Jisung expertly hollowed his cheeks and sucked down on him deep, hitting the back of his throat. The pressure was almost painful now, and Minho was an incoherent mess of groans and whines and gasps, completely at the mercy of the boy before him.

He looked down at him through a haze of lust. God, he was amazing. His eyes roved over the sight of him, dark eyes, scupted body, magical mouth, leaking dick. Wait. His thought train stopped mid journey. Jisung was hard again.

Armed with this knowledge, suddenly Jisung’s mouth wasn’t enough. Minho wanted to be inside him properly, to hear him scream his name. He lightly tugged on Jisung’s hair to get his attention, and pulled him up off the floor.

Jisung looked at him, confused. Minho kissed the question off his lips passionately, tongue roving and teeth nipping in their pursuit to taste every inch of his mouth.

“I want to fuck you,” he moaned into his ear. “I want to feel my hard dick in your tight arse, have you scream my name as you come undone.”

“Fuck.” was all Jisung could manage.

“Can I?” he asked.

Jisung nodded, “yes hyung, please. Fuck me so hard I can’t remember my name.”

And that was all Minho needed.

Their bodies were wet, making his hands glide easily over Jisung’s abs, his thighs, his arse. He took some of the soap free wash next to him and used it to coat his fingers and Jisung’s hole before coaxing in a finger, stretching until he could add another, then scissoring and feeling his walls until he found the sweet spot of Jisung’s prostate. He used that to stimulate and relax him further. His sounds spurred him on, the hisses and moans like honey that his body and mind drank in eagerly. Once Minho could move three fingers comfortably, he withdrew them, Jisung whining at the loss.

He pushed Jisung hard against the wall, kissing him violently, grabbing at his body, trying to feel all of him at once. Then he reached under him, and lifted him up, pushing his back against the wall. There was a moment where he awkwardly tried to position them, but then managed to lift Jisung’s legs onto his shoulders, and Jisung reached down to help him line up. And then suddenly he was inside his beautiful boy again, but this time, instead of worshipping him, he wanted to just fuck him senseless. He gave Jisung a little time to adjust, before pounding in aggressively, aiming for his prostate and making Jisung cry out his name with reckless abandon as he was pushed against the hard wall.

Minho knew he couldn’t hold this position for long, but he had been on the edge of release for most of the morning so he knew he wouldn’t last long anyway. He just needed to make sure Jisung could climax as well.

“God, Sungie, you feel so good.” He pounded harder, faster, the pleasure building to breaking point. It was almost like he didn’t exist, his whole being reduced to the feeling of hot bliss as he railed his lover. He kissed any skin he could reach as he lost control and came in a flash of white heat and euphoria.

Panting, he lowered Jisung to the floor and held him in a death grip with one arm, while the other pumped him hard until he came as well with a loud cry.

They kissed lazily, coming down from their highs, then helped each other clean up again. They dried off and got dressed, choosing to go to the lounge room. They were too tired to cook, so ordered some food, and lay down on the couch, entangled in each other.

“Hyung,” Jisung said, as Minho stroked his hair. “I’m really happy.”

Minho smiled down at his little ball of sunshine. “Me too,” he replied tenderly, a feeling of pure bliss blooming inside his chest.

Chapter Text

“I think I’ve figured out why I’ve had such a bad sex run,” Hyunjin slumped down next to Minho in the changerooms near the dance studio.

“Because you’ve been having meaningless sex with randoms and it isn’t enough for you anymore?” Minho replied.

Hyunjin scoffed at that. “No. The bet gods. They have not been appeased.”

Minho stared at him, incredulous. “What?”

“We made a bet, and we didn’t follow through with the punishment. The bet gods are angry. They’ve cursed me with bad sex.”

Minho burst out laughing. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” He paused to consider. “Also, my sex has been fucking mind-blowing, and I’m the one who actually lost the bet in the first place.”

Hyunjin gave him a disgusted look.

“Ok, fine. Maybe not bet gods.” Hyunjin conceded. “But I do still feel bad about making the bet in the first place and using Jisung like that. Thinking he was some loser that needed fixing.”

“I mean I did too, but Jisung really doesn’t care.”

“Well, you’ve made it up to him. With your dick. Like a million times. I haven’t. And I’d rather not repay him in the same way.”

“You better fucking not.” Minho looked ready to kill.

“So, I’ve been thinking, maybe if we both did the punishment, that could be like a payback to ourselves for making the bet.”

Minho considered this. He couldn’t bring himself to feel too bad about the bet, as it had brought Jisung into his life, and he was the best thing that had ever happened to him. What he did feel bad about was his judgement of Jisung before he even knew him, and of his crazy desire to be popular.

“Ok,” he finally said, “let’s do it.”

“Do what?” Felix joined them, plopping his bag down and starting to change.

“We’re going to do the punishment of the bet, to like make up for making it in the first place,” Hyunjin explained.

“Cool, count me in,” Felix said.

“Felix, you hated the bet from the start.”

“Yeah, but I still said nothing and went along with it. I was complicit.” His tone was final.

Minho sighed. Ok, three chickens it was.

***

Minho opened his eyes slowly, still blurry with sleep. He glanced around groggily, realising he and Jisung must have fallen asleep on the couch while watching movies. His gorgeous boyfriend was snuggled into his chest, cheeks squished up cutely, breathing tiny little huffs of air out of his pouty lips.

Minho’s heart swelled for the billionth time while watching him, love for him bubbling up inside him. They had only been official for a couple of months, but Minho truly felt more for this boy than he had for anyone before. He often caught himself thinking ridiculously soppy things, like that they were made for each other, or had some other-worldly connection. He kept these thoughts to himself however, it was much too early on to be talking about love and soulmates.

Being with Jisung was, for the most part, as easy as breathing. They thrived on fun and teasing banter, but each genuinely cared about the other. They fought too of course, but Minho could never stay mad at Jisung for long, and they normally resolved everything quickly. Neither was the type to hold grudges.

The sex had been amazing. They explored together, and Minho found he enjoyed many things he didn’t expect. Maybe it was just because it was Jisung, and the trust and love he felt for him meant he could truly experiment and relax without fear of judgement. He loved hot, sexy Jisung.

He also loved adorable, affectionate Jisung, who cuddled with him while watching movies, who went on cute dates with him, holding hands and giving him little pecks on the cheek. He even loved loud, annoying Jisung and his silly puns. He just loved every part of him.

He didn’t know what he had done to deserve this much happiness.

Eventually, Minho decided he should try to use his time more productively than just lying there gushing over his lover. He fished his phone out, careful not to disturb Jisung, and searched up chicken suit hire online. As he was scrolling through sites, he heard a sleepy voice.

“What are you doing hyung?” Jisung was blinking up at him blearily.

“Nothing, don’t worry, go back to sleep baby,” he said softly, kissing his forehead.

“Tell meeee,” Jisung whined, “you were muttering, ‘not enough feathers.’ Now I need to know.”

Mino chuckled, “fine. You remember the bet we made to make you popular?” Jisung nodded. “Well, the punishment was for the loser to wear a chicken suit and dance the chicken song in all the lecture theatres in the economics building.”

“Ah, and you lost, right?”

“Yeah, but obviously I didn’t care about the bet by then. You are my everything.”

“Yeah, yeah, get on with the explanation.”

“Well, Hyunjin and Felix want to do the punishment as well, to make up for us making the bet in the first place.”

“But without the bet I wouldn’t have met you. I love the bet. I want to fuck its brains out then cuddle it all night. I want to marry it and have ten children with it.”

“I told Hyunjin that, but he insisted. He still feels really bad. Better to just do it or else we’ll never hear the end of it.”

“True.” Jisung thought for a second. “Okay, I’ll do it too.”

“What?! Why on earth would you do it?”

“Can’t let my twin and my boyfriend do it without me. Solidarity my dude.”

Minho wanted to punch Jisung’s face and kiss him silly all at once. It was amazing how often he felt those two desires simultaneously when the boy was around.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that last part.”

Jisung grinned and started wiggling around humming the chicken song.

***

Jisung brought up the punishment as they were gathered for lunch one day, asking if they had sourced enough costumes. After it was explained to the rest of the group, Changbin spoke up.

“Sounds like fun. Add me to the list.”

“And me.” Chan echoed. “Someone’s got to make sure you kids don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

“This whole idea is something we’ll regret,” Minho said, exasperated, before promptly giving up. If everyone wanted to make fools out of themselves, so be it.

He glanced at Jeongin and Seungmin, who were now part of their regular lunch group.

“I’m guessing you guys want in as well?”

“Nope. I’d rather not embarrass myself for no reason. Happy to watch you guys do it though.” Jeongin smirked. 

“He’ll do it.” Jisung said confidently, “I’ll convince him.”

Minho didn’t doubt that. He was starting to think Jisung could do anything.

Nobody knew how, but Jisung did indeed convince Jeongin to join them. Seungmin agreed when Jeongin did, so instead of two guys making up for being arseholes, the punishment became more of an elaborate group prank. They had to source costumes from a few different places to get 8 of them, but eventually everything was set.

***

Minho surveyed the group of boys, decked out in their chicken suits, loose feathers falling out around them and detachable heads held in their hands. He wondered for the hundredth time how the bet had snowballed like this.

Jisung sidled up to him. “Can you wear that later tonight?” he said in a low voice with a suggestive wink. Minho wasn’t entirely sure if he was joking. He laughed at his beautiful boy, so kind and cute and hot and funny and talented and so… Jisung. And before he could stop himself the emotion finally boiled over and spilled out of his lips.

“God, I love you so much Sungie.”

Jisung froze, feathers blowing in the breeze. His doe eyes stared into Minho’s for a second, before his face broke into a smile so big they almost disappeared completely.

“I love you too hyung,” he replied, the words simple but raw. He stepped forwards and leaned in to kiss him gently, wings wrapping around each other tightly.

“Ewww, get a coop lovebirds!” Changbin yelled.

“Bin, that was genuinely awful,” Chan said, laughing despite himself.

The boys broke apart and stood smiling at each other for another few moments, wordlessly agreeing that they would continue this in the bedroom later.

As they lined up outside the first lecture theatre, Minho surveyed the seven boys standing there, ready to humiliate themselves together. This could be seen as the best prank ever pulled at the Uni, or it could mean they were ridiculed for the rest of their time there. But Minho found he didn’t really care. He had friends that cared for and accepted him. He had a boyfriend that loved him and made him deliriously happy, made him a better person. They really were all that he needed.

“You really think you’re all that don’t you hyung?” Jeongin teased as he caught sight of his self-satisfied expression.

“No,” Minho replied, grinning at the cheesiness. “I think we’re all that.” He gestured to the group of ridiculous boys around him, truly content, as they donned their heads and spilled inside the lecture theatre to screams of shock and laughter.

FIN