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Feeling the water running down his exhausted body, even while at the edge of dying from how tired he was, Minho’s mind was still able to wonder to the same thoughts it would wonder pretty much 24/7.

He was taking a shower after the last 4-hour-long concert of a whole tour. That included a sound check with VIP fans too. Plus, an end-of-tour party with his bandmates and every member from the staff.

Yet, even while being this tired, he couldn’t help thinking about how cute and hot and cool and just perfect Jisung, his bandmate, looked this one time and that one time.

Like when he did a sexy dance move at the sound check. Or during the concert, when he made a silly face and started laughing. Or his adorable drunk face at the party. Or just every time Minho had looked at him that day (which was the whole day and the whole night really).

However, there was one thought that hammered the last nail on the coffin that is Minho's sane mind.

During the talk section of the show, while the rest of the members were talking about God knows what, Minho, not paying any attention to them, was hopelessly losing a fight against a very recurrent urge.
In the end, he gave in and slowly ran his index finger from Jisung's nape down to his tailbone. He was proud of himself for at least resisting going any lower than that. But the smaller man's reaction was a small, mouth-watering moan.

That memory just did it for Minho.

Until then, he had been lazily soaping his body. Now, replaying that sound in his mind over and over again, he started to slowly stroke himself.
He was completely unaware of it until it was too late. He was, yet again, like countless times before, jerking off to faces and sounds that his bandmate had made that day and that Minho had carefully added to his infinite mental repertoire.

He felt a small sense of guilt for doing it. Especially because, the next day, the younger man would so innocently look at him and smile without knowing the insanely dirty thoughts that same smile would provoke in Minho's mind. But that guilt could not change how aroused he was at the moment.

More often than not, it was Minho who initiated those types of physical games with Jisung.
He would even very intentionally try to kiss his bandmate, and more often than not, Jisung would very dramatically tell him to stop or would pull away laughing.

Minho was never sure if Jisung ended those games short because the cameras were running or because Jisung just truly didn't want that type of interaction with him.

The problem was that Minho was only able to do all this because the cameras were running.
That way, he could use the excuse that it was all fanservice and not his true, burning desire of touching Jisung until he would scream his name.

So, the game of the cat chasing the quokka would just continue endlessly without Minho ever knowing how his bandmate truly felt about it.

Minho came back to the issue at hand (literally) and finally was able to release himself just by imagining the younger man's childlike voice sweetly calling him “Hyung” like he often does.

The idol used his last bit of energy to not collapse in the shower, as he had done in the past, but instead take himself to bed, wrapped in the hotel bathrobe and towels.

At some point, the night became day and then night came back again.

When Minho opened his eyes, awakened by a call coming through his phone, it was completely dark outside but he felt fully rested. That was a clear indication that he had slept for the needed many hours, even if the clock on his phone now didn't look much different from when he felt asleep.

Minho had been tempted to reject the call (or even funnier, take it, scream loudly and hang up).

But when he saw it was Jisung who was calling, he answered immediately.

He answered even before fully being able to process if this was a continuation of the pleasent dream he was having or not.

For maybe a whole minute, he wondered if the post-jerk-off guilt coming back to settle in his heart was enough proof that he was awake and this was real.
“...Hyung?”
There was a cutely-confused-sounding voice on the other end.
Since Minho, lost in thought, hadn’t answered, Jisung shily started the conversation.

“...Hannie. Sorry, I was sleeping, what’s wrong?”

“Oh. Sorry, Hyung. You can go back to sleep, it’s okay. Sorry...”
Now he sounded like he felt guilty but kind of upset.
Like he still wanted to talk.
And also, of course, still fucking cute.
Mihno smiled thinking about it and answered truthfully:
“No, it’s okay. I’m wide awake. What is it?”

“...Mmm… Hyung… There’s this horror movie that just came out…” - The older man's smile got wider knowing exactly where this was going.
He also already knew what his answer would be - “...but I’m too scared to watch it alone. Would you watch it with m...-?”

“Yes. I’ll be there in 5.”
Minho had to hold himself back from answering even before his bandmate had started asking his question at all.

He was rewarded with a sickly adorable, shy laugh down the line.
“Thank you! Jagiya is the best!”

The sound of a kiss and then the call ending followed.

Minho avoided looking at the mirror while getting ready.
He knew he had a huge happy and cringe grin on his face.

6 minutes on the dot and Minho was knocking on Jisung's hotel door. He had been there before on previous nights of the tour, either celebrating with the whole group or just hanging out with the younger man just the two of them.
A minute later he was presented with an even-tinier-than-normal-looking, barefaced Jisung.
He was wearing a black hoodie covering his upper body and most of his face. Plus black shorts to match it.
“Hyung! I have popcorn! Come, come!”

Minho walked in and closed the door behind him.
Without caring enough to look around, he quickly joined Jisung on the bed. As he sat down and leaned back on the headboard, he stared at the screen of the laptop that was ready to play the Korean horror movie that his bandmate seemingly hadn’t been able to find in the big hotel T.V.

“The starting credits already looked so scary! I couldn’t watch it alone…”
Jisung easily snuggled into Minho's chest, pressing play and then securing his arms around the taller's man waist.
The tiny man hugged him tightly as if getting rid of the feeling of being afraid now that his hyung was with him.
Without much more said after that, the movie started playing.

Minho couldn’t remember a thing about it after.
His full attention was on Jisung's weight over his chest, his steady breathing and his silky hair in Minho's fingers.
His mind occupied with thoughts of how much he enjoyed himself every time Jisung invited him to watch movie (or to do anything really).

“Hyung.”
Jisung's muffled voice interrupted Minho's thoughts.

“Uh?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask. Why are you in a bathrobe?”

The older man blinked a couple of times trying to process the unexpected question.
“...I had showered and gone to bed before you called. I washed my face and brushed my teeth but I was too lazy to put clothes on… Why?”

“Just wondering.”
Jisung answered absentmindedly, like he hadn’t listened to his answer at all.

After a moment of silence, the smaller man started speaking again. His next question was even more unexpected.
“So, what are you wearing under it?”

Again, Minho had to slowly blink more than once before answeing.
But, even after a few seconds, he still wasn’t able to fully process the question.
“...Uh?”

Jisung now took his eyes away from the screen.
He stared up at Minho, looking smaller and more innocent from that position. His huge eyes shily curious. The view filled Minhoh's heart with warmth.
“Like... are you going commando? Or are you actually wearing underwear under the robe?”

Minho's hand unconsciously went to move away the strands of hair slowly falling down to cover Jisung's eyes.
He started smiling when a mischievous thought entered his mind.
“Oh. I guess you can leave that to your imagination, jagiya.”

The smaller man's tempting lips soon formed a pout.
He started whining and getting up to sit on his knees. The movie completely forgotten now.
“Come on! Tell me!”

“No. Why do you care so much?”
Minho laughed loudly and adjusted himself on the bed to sit up straight. Already missing Jisung's body lying over his.

“I just wanna know. Come on! Show me!”

“Oh, no. I’m definitely not showing you.”

“...Fine!”
Still pouting and after thinking for a couple seconds, the younger man answered him while grumply getting off the bed.

He quickly ran somewhere Minho's eyes couldn’t reach.

The older man stayed in bed, laughing to himself and making a note of adding that pouting face to his repertoire for… later.
After a couple minutes, Minho's smile suddenly dropped completely.

Jisung came back in and stood in front of him, but he was now wearing a hotel bathrobe that matched his own.
The small amount of naked chest that could be seen peeking through a small gap immediately made Minho's imagination run wild.

“Fine! If you don’t tell me, I won’t tell you!”
His bandmate looked like a smug little kid who thought had won a fight against an unfair adult.
But, really, he was just throwing an adorable tuntrum.

“Oh, really?”
Minho's smile came back as he swiftly grabbed Jisung's small hand.

He pulled him back to the bed and started trying to undo Jisung's robe.
The smaller man fought him back, whining, screaming and laughing and started to undo Minho's robe as well.

Somehow, Jisung ended up pinned down under Minho while the younger man's bare chest was now fully exposed.
Looking down on it, Minho wasn’t able to stop his hand from reaching out to touch one of the tempting pink nipples.

Jisung squealed and rapidly took Minho's guilty hand away with his own.
But that only made Minho laugh loudly and use his remaining free hand to reach down and pinch the other nipple.
Jisung had to use his own remaining free hand to take that hand away as well.

Minho's joyful giggles became a hesitating laugh when a thought too powerful to stop it took control of his mind.

He lowered his head so his tongue could very slightly caress one of the now angry-looking red nipples.

A soft moan, very similar to the one Minho had recalled in the shower not too long ago, escaped from his bandmate's mouth.
Immediately, the taller man felt his member happily react to it.
Terrified that Jisung would notice, Minho forcibly freed his hands from the smaller man's grip and, losing balance, he collapsed on Jisung's tights.
Surprise replaced fear in his heart when he felt the younger man's slightly hard member pressed against him.

Minho was too stunned to move when a mortified-looking Jisung started to frantically try to push him away and get out from under him.
Quickly giving up against the difference in size, the tiny hands went to cover his reddening round face.
“...Hyung… I… That’s… Um…”
The shy wimper-like whisper brought Minho back to earth. He suddenly felt his own body beginning to move on its own accord. Like he was just looking from the outside, no control, not knowing its intentions.

He grabbed Jisung's slim waist with both hands, firmly keeping him in place, and started gently rubbing down on the still present buldge that was now quickly getting harder and hotter with the friction.

“Ugh, hyung…”
The younger man's moan only added fire to Minho's unleashing passion and he grew bolder with his movements.
He was again beginning to wonder if this was all actually a dream.

There was just no reasonable explanation to how he went from the usual horror movie night with his bandmate to dry humping on him and getting away with it.

His grip got looser on the nonexistent waist and both men started moving in eager, seemingly well-practiced sync. But it soon wasn’t enough for either of them.

“Hyung… I… Please… Can I…? Umm…” 

“...Tell me, jagiya.”
Minho tried to smirk teasingly, using their usual pet name to make the current situation seem casual and still playful.
He was struggling to hide the fact that he was very much wanting to fuck Jisung senseless into the matress.

The younger man seemed to relax at the unserious tone and got the courage he needed to voice out what they were evidently both thinking.
“Can I please… touch you? Ugh… Like… directly? Please?”

His bandmate really did not need to beg.
Minho could feel physical pain from how much he was restraining himself from ripping apart every piece of cloth still getting in their way.
Yet, he held back a growl and answered as calmly and cheeky as he could.
“O-of course, jagiya… That’s if I can touch you too.”

A light shone in Jisung's big eyes.
It replaced the fear and hesitation shown while trying to utter his question.
Slowly, he started to nod.
His eyes and hands going down, painfully slow, to open Minho's robe a little more.
The black, wet boxers picked through the gap.
Jisung swallowed down hard before his shaky hand reached out to touch the pulsing member through the fabric.

“Y-you’re so wet, Hyung…”

Minho's flat laugh echoed through the now quiet room.

The forgotten movie had ended at some point, not that Minho even noticed.

All he could hear now was his heart and mind going wild with too many emotions and thoughts.
His heartbeat was deafening and he wondered if his bandmate could hear it too.

His own shaking hand copied Jisung's movements.
Soon he was relieved to feel the rapper’s matching black boxers also drenched in precum.

“Look who’s talking, jagiya… So, is that what you meant by… ‘touching direclty’?”
The big black eyes were back on his. Unreadable emotions going through them. He could see that at least one of them was delight.
Jisung started shaking his head. His eyes went back to join the place his hand was still timidly touching.

As if purposely torturing him, very slowly, the smaller hands started climbing until they reached the waistband of Minho's boxers.
Just as slowly, he pulled them down to free the wet, angry member.

After a few seconds of admiring it, Jisung's tiny finger finally poked at it.
His face resembled a child inspecting a new toy that magically appeared under the tree on Christmas morning.
Minho held back his breath as long as he could, terrified that he may scare the little quakka away.

The curious finger was followed by one more, and then another, till Jisung was finally firmly grabbing the hard member and gently stroking it.

Minho forced himself out of the trance that was watching Jisung, the person he had had wet dreams about for years, actually tounching him and even jerking him off.
Instead, he started paying attention to the waiting member under his own hand.

Copying his bandmante again, he pulled the boxers down and, this time, he wasn’t able to hold back the growl that escaped his lips as the smaller, cute member sprang out.
‘How the fuck is his cock also cute?’ he thought to himself, successfully preveting himself from saying it out loud and embarrassing both of them.

He ignored the pleasure coming from his own member and began to explore the beautiful cock he was presented with.

The two men were lost in the pleasure and the pleasuring.

They were moaning, whining, calling each other’s names again and again, getting louder and bolder every second.

Both tried every angle, every amount of strength, everything they could think of to find out what made the other person moan louder and more desperate.

If the erratic thrusting of hips lamely trying to match the hands was anything to go by, it was obvious that both of them were embarrassingly soon close to cum.

As they kept getting closer and closer to their climax, and as if having a mind of their own, their bodies came closer together until the tips of their noses were touching.

Minho looked at Jisung's dazed eyes and opened gasping mouth but resisted the urge to kiss him.
He was too afraid that maybe that was too intimate a line to cross, even if what they were currently doing had already crossed so many lines.
Almost as if reading his mind, Jisung closed the distance between them.

Minho felt the tiniest of pecks on the corner of his mouth.
His wide opened eyes went back to Jisung's, looking for an explanation.
But the younger man was averting his gaze. A red flush covering his already hot cheeks.
Minho had been beyond sanity for a while now but that level of cuteness was too much even for him.

Audibly saying ‘Fuck it’, he used the hand that was still tightly wrapper around Han’s waist and grabed the back of his bandmate’s head.

He crushed their mouths together in a wet, sloppy, long kiss. He tasted every corner of the expectedly sweet mouth, swallowing the surprised gasp and every moan that came after.

When they finally broke apart for air, the younger man was breathing heavily, his voice was at the verge of disappearing and his eyes were watering.
“Minho-hyung…”
His mind exploding for the tenth time now, Minho kissed him again, for all the times he had wanted so badly to kiss him before.
To his relief, the tiny quokka kissed him back just as hungrily.

A rational man would have considered himself lucky enough and just be happy with everything that had miraculously happened so far.

This man, however, was too far out of his mind to think rationally and was just leaving everything to the animalistic instincts of his body.
That was the only possible explanation for Minho's hand leaving the soft, wavy hair to trail down the small but toned back and reach for the perky butt under the boxers.
At first, he was just bringing the smaller man closer, helping him move against his own hand still stroking the dripping member. But encouraged by a loud moan, soon, an eager finger went on to caress the twitching hole. Without the needed help of lube, he only dared to press in slightly, apparently still luckily able to restrain himself even if so little.

Jisung didn’t pull away. On the contrary, he gasped against his mouth but pressed down towards the touch, recklessly inviting him for more.

They kept devouring each other's mouth, touching and uncoordinatedly jerking their members till, what felt like too soon but too long after, they reached their climax together.

Their stained hands kept lazily stroking through their orgasm untill they could feel the oversensitivity winning over the pleasure. Both finally let go and collapsed on the bed, holding each other tightly as if terrified the person in their arms would suddenly vanish.

Slowly, Minho's mind started coming out from the pleasant post-climax fog.
He began panicking about what to say to the man in his arms who had made his wet dream a reality without knowing it.

Before he could even come up with a full sentence that made any sense, Jisung's breathing had come back to normal and he had started talking in a raspy, shy, sweet voice.
“Minho-hyung…”

The older man felt cold sweat run down his spine and he heard his own raspy but more shaky voice answer.
“...Y-yes?”

“What you did with... your finger… you know… W-what was that?”

Out of two hundred possibilities of things Jisung was about to say that had just run through Minho's mind, that was not one of them. Not even close.
“T-that? …Nothing, just… t-trying stuff out… Why?”
Every word he uttered sounded stupid now that he had said them out loud.
He was trying his best to not run away in an attempt to salvage whatever kind of friendship they had left after what they had both just done.

“Mm… Okay. No reason, just… I wouldn’t mind if it was… hyung…”

Jisung’s shy voice was muffled against his chest so Minho was sure he was just hallucinating.
“...What?”
He desperately wanted to hear that one more time, just to prove to himself that he hadn't actually gone crazy.
But the younger man snuggled deeper into him, hiding his heated face in his armpit and remaining silent.

Minho's mind was empty for a minute or two. Blank. Nothingness.
Then, he swiftly jumped off the bed, almost throwing the surprised quokka to the floor, and ran out of the bedroom.

A door opening was heard and then steps hurrying away, fading into the distance.

Jisung stayed looking into the direction his bandmate had vanished to.
His shocked, wide eyes rapidly started watering.

Less than a minute later, hurried far-away steps could be heard getting closer and closer.
Then a door closing loudly.
Finally, an out-of-breath, bright-red-faced Minho came back to stand in front of the bed.
Jisung looked at him in complete confusion through teary eyes.

Minho, still breathing hard and unable to speak, a frown in his face while looking at Jisung's eyes, raised his hand.
He was holding a half-empty bottle of lube and a pack of condoms.

After a few seconds, Jisung's face started flushing violently. Understanding clearly dowing on him.

Breathing deeply, Minho slowly crowled back on the bed, keeping his eyes on Jisung's, carefully trying to read his expressions.

The older man set his newly acquired tools aside and began removing his own robe and boxers.
The youger man copied him soon after, the stunned expression never leaving his face.
They were finally fully naked.

They had been barely wearing anything and even completely naked around each other and the other members of the group before. But it felt entirely different now. They were both flushed and sweaty. They both now knew what it felt like to caress each other's naked bodies, pleasuring it, tasting it. And the heavy implication of what was about to happen fillled the air with nervous but exciting tension.

Jisung’s once again dazed but glimmering eyes roamed over Minho's body eventually locking on his soften member.

Copying the smaller man, but trying not to stare too much to the beautiful sinful view in front of him (in case he started to embarrassingly drool all over himself), Minho slowly reached out to Jisung's own soften member to bring it back to life.
The smaller man gasped softly and copied his actions. 

Minho placed his other hand on Jisung's chest and gently pushed him down so he was lying flat on the bed.
He covered the moaning mouth with his own, his tongue exploring it now less eagerly and more tender.
With one hand still stroking the hardening member (and silently thanking the heavens for their horny youth), his other hand traveled down from the toned chest and defined abs to the shaking hips and back to the cute, little bum, squeezing one cheek on his way (provoking another gasp from the younger man) and soon probing on the waiting hole with the tip of his index finger.

Without the lube, his finger was met with resistance and he quickly pulled back to search for the lube he had left somewhere on top of the bed.
Reluctantly, Minho pulled away from the honey-tasting mouth to put abundant amounts of lube on his fingers and Jisung's hole, keeping an eye on Jisung's expression the whole time, trying to read any emotions running through his seemingly-permanent wide opened eyes.

Extremely gently and slowly, terrified of hurting him, Minho eased one finger in up to his knuckle and started moving it around once the younger man seemed adjusted to the intrusion.
He pulled his finger out and then pushed it back inside again, feeling the painfully tight hole getting looser little by little.

He avoided looking at the sight of the pretty hole taking him in, knowing his mind would instantly picture his cock going in and out instead of his finger, since he was positive he could come untouched just from that.

Instead, he began leaving a wet trail, kissing, liking and gently sucking the tanned skin, going from the exposed neck down to the muscular chest and stomach, reaching the now dripping member and licking the gathering, salty drops of precum away.

Jisung was a nervous, shaking but moaning mess under him.
The small hands now tightly grabbing Minho's hair, the small amount of pain driving the older man slightly more insane (if that was even possible).

Keeping his mouth and tongue on the leaking member so his bandmate wouldn’t lose his erection, Minho was able to put three fingers inside him before the small man was almost screaming that he was ready for more.

Unhappy to stop licking the cute, pulsing cock, Minho finally pulled his mouth and fingers away to put on a condom and the rest of the lube on his own forgotten member.

Jisung was breathing heavily, his eyes almost out of focus, but he was still able to move to better position himself on the bed, putting a pillow under him, lifting his hips up.

“Ji… It'll hurt less if you’re on all fours…”

The tiny quokka was barely able to process what he had been told.
Drool was dripping from his still moaning mouth and his fogged eyes looked up at the older man.
“....Uh? But I wanna see Hyung’s face.”

Minho was certain Jisung had no idea what he had just said, and that just made it even more adorable and heartwarming.
He had to take a few deep breaths before he got back into action.

“Okay, jagiya, as you wish… Just… Please, tell me if it hurts. I don’t want to hurt you, Sungie… Understood?”

The younger man just nodded, locking his eyes on the condom-covered cock.
Minho wasn’t sure if Jisung had actually understood but he positioned himself between his legs nonetheless.
He rested the tip of his member on the entrance of the abused hole. And he stayed there completely still for a full minute.

He was analysing how everything they had just done and were about to do would affect their probably now ruined friendship. But not just that, it could also affect their bandmates and all of their careers and lives. It could put at risk everything they had worked for so far. All the sweat and tears, all the years, all the team's staff and fans...

He was about to pull away and tell his bandmate they should stop and forget all about this night before it was too late, when a shy, pleading voice cut through his doom-spirling thoughts.

“Min… Please… I want you.”

That was all he needed, nothing mattered if this was what Jisung wanted.

He pushed in slowly.
The amounts of lube and preparation making it so there was almost no resistance, just Jisung's sweet muscles pulling him in deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside. His hips resting against the soft skin, both hands painfully gripping the smooth waist like a new addicting habit.

There was a trace of pain on Jisung's face but the soft moans coming through his lips kept Minho going.

He waited until the smaller man had adjusted fully and soflty indicated to him that he could start moving.

The older man slowly rotated his hips, looking for something. And he knew he found it when he heard a delightful little scream.
He pulled out only ever so slightly and then hammered back into that same spot making the scream grow louder every time he repeated this process. This time, he thanked the heavens for the big hotel rooms and the fact that the other members of the group were probably past out in bed or having fun out somewhere.

Soon, they were matching each other’s movements, completely in sync. As if they had been doing this for years. As if they had memorized every inch of each other's bodies and knew how to pleasure it best.

Minho kept one hand on Jisung's hip, knowing damn well he was bound to have left some bruising by now, and used his other hand to pleasure the member bouncing up and down between them.
Jisung wept something that almost sounded like his name and Minho laughed softly, quickly attaching his mouth to the expose neck grimmering with sweat and started to explore every patch of skin he could reach with it.

After several minutes, both of their movements started getting more erratic and Minho could tell they were both once again very close to their climax.

He was getting light headed and was now not holding back anymore.
The sound of skin slapping and their mixed moans adding to the pleasure their bodies were giving them.
He could feel that the heat building up at the pit of his stomach was about to explode but he wanted the younger man to cum together with him.
He slammed harder and faster, his hand squeezing the dripping cock tightly, going up and down almost slipping out completely.

Jisung was now a rag doll, letting himself be driven to the verge of oblivion.

Minho felt himself gone barely conscious when he softly whined on Jisung's ear, “I-I love you...”
He bit down hard on the slander shoulder in front of him, his seed filling up the condom as he came undone. His hips only stopping for a second before he kept thrusting through his own orgarsm and desperately seeking for Jisung's own release.

The smaller man followed soon after, his exhausted member filling Minho's hand for the second time that night, his mouth producing a loud moan sounding like Minho's name.

Both collapsed once again in an entangled mess of sweat, drool and cum.

Minutes later, Minho was conscious enough to pull out.
He didn’t want to part with the comfortable warmth, but he was afraid to leave his bandmate even more sore than he was about to be.

He took off the condom, made a knot and threw it in the trash bin only for a second entertaining the idea of the face the cleaning staff would make the next day.

He came back to bed and spooned the back of the naked body of the still heavy breathing quokka, pulling the sheets over them both and finally closing his eyes.
Letting the Minho of tomorrow to be the one to deal with the unimaginable consequences of today.

“I love you too, Hyung.”

Minho's eyes opened wide and every bit of tiredness completely left his body.
For a few seconds, he neither dared to speak nor breathe.

He allowed himself to sit in the feeling of being told those words by that person just for a little while, until his irritating reasoning pulled him back out of it.

“...Yes. I know. You love all your dear hyungs, don’t you? …Night, Sungie.”

He fought back the tears building up in his eyes and tried to make himself go back to being dead tired.

He could feel the tiny man in his arms turn around to face him.
Both small hands came to rest on his chest and the huge eyes stared up at him. Just like the younger man had done earlier that night, right before everything had gone too far.

“No... I love you, Min. I wouldn’t do this with the others or... anyone else.”

Minho lost the fight and, before he could stop it, a tear rolled down his cheek landing on the pillow they were sharing.

“Minho-Hyung?”
Jisung reached up to dry Minho's eye with his thumb, his eyebrows knitted together in worry and fear.

“S-sorry, I’m okay. I… also wouldn’t. With anyone but you, Ji.”

Jisung shyly smiled with relief and snuggled back into him finally seeming ready to sleep.

Minho took a couple minutes to calm down while listening to the soft breathing and then surrendered to his weariness.

He made one final mental note: check the title of the horror movie, buy it and frame it.