Chapter Nine

"I'm not wearing that," Minho says as his nose scrunches at the outfit Hyunjin's laid out on his bed.

Ryujin and Yeji, passing by from having made out in the bathroom seconds ago, look at the pairing of clothes and both mumble small 'yikes'.

It's not that the outfit was ugly, quite the contrary actually. It's not surprising, since Hyunjin has always been great with clothes and make-up. But this was too much, even for him. Minho's not wearing a black suit jacket, a belt and black leather pants. That's too much.

With a cluster of arguments, Minho manages to settle on a black silk button up and the leather pants Hyunjin had offered. It's not fancy, however it resembles more of an outfit for a night astray in a luxurious club than it does a little hang-out between friends. He'll have to get rather inebriated to get through with this.

As you might've guessed, Hyunjin, Minho, Ryujin, Yeji, Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix are all preparing themselves to go to 3racha's apartment. It takes the group a while, but eventually they make their way out of Hyunjin and Minho's apartment without much of a mess.

Yeji and Ryujin are disgustingly in love, always tied by the hip, either by a faint touch or literally. But they've promised to be the designated drivers so they can all get home, which makes their excessive touching somewhat more bearable. But let's not forget Hyunjin and Felix who are borderline groping each other through their clothes. Luckily enough though, Seungmin is always there to wrinkle his nose at them so it can put an end to the PDA.

***

"Who's knocking?" Hyunjin asks, as the group nears the apartment door.

"Dibs not," Jeongin yells from the back.

"Second dibs," Seungmin says quickly afterwards.

"Third dibs," Yeji and Ryujin shout in unison, which becomes the catalyst of a shortly shared eye contact and a giggling litter, just like two hormonal teenagers.

"Fourth or fifth dibs, whatever it is now," Felix claims, and soon after, Hyunjin's claiming the sixth dibs.

Minho sighs. "You all suck." But even with the complaining, he walks up front and pushes at the small doorbell.

There's clear shuffling behind the door, along with muffled music and voices.

Soon enough though, the lock is fiddled with and the door opens.

"Hi," Chan says with his iconic dimpled smile.

He's greeted with a whole load of "Hi"'s and "Hey"'s and he nervously chuckles, stepping aside. "Welcome in," he continues, and the group makes their way inside.

"Woah," Changbin says as he emerges from the kitchen. "You look great Minho hyung."

"Only noticing that now?" Minho grins as he shuffles his shoes off of his feet and slips beside Changbin. The two begin walking towards the living room, where Jisung's gaze snaps up from the armchair beside the TV.

He's nervous. His lower lip is swollen, evident that he's been chewing on it along with the bobbing of his knee. Jisung's eyes roam over Minho's body, and he feels like someone has set him aflame.

"Holy fuck," Jisung mumbles, watching as Minho takes a seat on the couch in front of him.

Minho looks at him and raises an eyebrow. "What is it? Does it look bad?"

"No!" Jisung hurries to say, and Changbin who's on the other side watches the two interact with a small grin. "It looks great. Fuck. You look amazing, hyung."

With warmth flooding Minho's ears, he smiles and says, "You don't look too bad yourself, Jagi." He really doesn't. Jisung's wearing a ribbed, black tank top with black slacks. It makes his waist look even smaller, and Minho doesn't mind the view.

The rest of the group makes their way into the living room and they cram themselves onto the couch. They do their introductions, somewhat awkwardly, but soon enough the assembly finds themselves in a rhythm with alcohol and they start chatting around.

***

"Minho hyung," Hyunjin whines from across the room, wobbling over to cling at his roommate's shoulder. In prompt response, the elder hugs a hand around Hyunjin's waist as they lean against each other comfortably. Minho continues the conversation he was having with Seungmin and Ryujin, sipping from his bottled vodka martini.

Minho and Jisung haven't talked much since he arrived, only sharing a few compliments before they got snatched away by their friends. At the bare minimum, they share subtle glances and possessive stares whenever their friends cling to them.

Seungmin wrinkles his nose at Hyunjin's intoxication. "Haven't you had a bit too much to drink, Hyung?" The puppy-boy inquires.

"No, not enough," he slurs loudly.

Ryujin watches, entertained, as Hyunjin reaches to get another beer but his hand is hastily slapped away by Minho. The pink haired boy mewls in response and morrows at the edge of throwing a temper tantrum.

"Love," Minho calls Hyunjin. They usually act like a couple whenever they're alone or bored, but they haven't done so in a while. At least not after Minho met Jisung, for some reason. But Jisung isn't here to see it, so it doesn't matter if Minho calls Hyunjin by sweet pet names or not. "You've had enough for tonight. Let's get you some water instead, hm?"

Felix doesn't mind the roleplay, he usually laughs loudly and becomes entertained by the act. "Will you really do s'uch a thing for me?" Hyunjin looks at Minho with glimmers running across his pupils.

Minho coos, "of course, darling," he says, as they start making their way towards the sink.

As they near the kitchen, Minho's brain nears a detonation. Jisung's there. Talking with Chan.

"M' boyfrien' is so good," Hyunjin garbles blaringly, which catches their attention and Jisung's eyebrows furrow when he observes the scene.

Chan, though, chuckles. "Had a little too much to drink, Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin shakes his head, and Minho avoids Jisung's stare as he props him onto a chair by the kitchen island. "No, but m' boyfrien' 's getting me a cup of water anyways," he mumbles, slouching in his seat.

The oldest man looks over at Minho with a laugh. "How much did he have to drink?"

"5 beers!!" Hyunjin proudly shouts.

Minho goes to stand beside Jisung, who hasn't stopped staring at him since the roommates arrived there. He then turns around, gets a glass from one of the wall cabinets, feeling how Jisung's gaze rakes all over his figure, almost catching him in the act when he turns around. A smirk tugs at Minho's lips, but he suppresses it and fills the glass with cold water.

Once the water is brimming a thumb below the edge, Minho turns off the faucet, twirls around and hands it to Hyunjin.

But Hyunjin shakes his head in refusal. "Why are you bein' so weird today," he mumbles, swivelling in his chair. "Y'u usually feed me, M'nnie."

The elder groans, Chan's laughs blooming in the background. "Why are you being so difficult, do it yourself."

Without an answer, Hyunjin pouts and it presuades Minho to place a hand by his nape and the glass by his lips. He watches as Hyunjin contently gulps down the liquid.

"Is this a normal recurrence?" It's the first time Jisung has spoken since Minho and Hyunjin got there. Minho peeks behind him and sees how Jisung's eyes are dim, partly because of the alcohol in his system, but also possibly because of the scene unravelling in front of him.

Hyunjin hums, finishing the last few drops of his water and Minho brings it back to the sink. "My' minnie is so carin'," Hyunjin smears audibly.

"My Minnie?" Jisung repeats, with a restrained scoff.

The boy with pink hair sings-songs as he speaks. "He's been m' boyfrien' for years!"

Minho chuckles. "I'm not actually his boyfriend, it's just an internal joke."

A fierce gasp escapes Hyunjin and his eyes edge with hurried tears. "How dare you!"

Minho coos, walking over and engulfing Hyunjin in a big bear hug. "I'm just joking, love."

Jisung forces out an uneasy puff of air again, hoping it resembles a laugh.

Chan's drunk giggles come to an end and he smiles, declaring that he'll go find the others to talk to, since he hasn't met everyone yet.

"I wan' cuddles," Hyunjin continues to slur, signalling towards the couch. The same couch where Jisung and Minho made out and cuddled just a few days earlier.

Whenever Hyunjin got drunk, Minho would often take care of him. Felix, too. But that accommodation was only made recently, as years before, it was Minho and Hyunjin against the world.

Did Minho spoil Hyunjin? Yes. But did he do it evidently? No. Of course not. He always acts like it's a chore but still does whatever's asked from him. With a hand on Hyunjin's waist, Minho helps him down from the bar stool and turns to look at Jisung.

"Are you coming?" Minho inquires, not missing the way Jisung's eyes dip down to glance at the bare skin peeking through his loosened top buttons of his blouse.

Jisung's bottom lips get sucked in behind his teeth and he shakes his head. They stare at each other for a hushed beat before Jisung walks over to Changbin and Felix talking in the distance.

Minho watches him walk away, a musky feeling settling over his chest. He does his best at ignoring it and aids Hyunjin over to the couch.

It's as if a sudden sobriety washes over Hyunjin, and everything that's happened connects to his rational mind. He stops and looks at Minho, seeing how Felix is coming to the other side to help Minho with distributing the weight.

"I don'," he tries. "'don't want to be involved in whatever you n' Jisung are doin'," Hyunjin hums, seemingly content with how he managed to pronounce each and every word.

The elder giggles, releasing himself from underneath Hyunjin's arm. "Take him to the couch, Lix." The freckled boy nods, happy to spend some time with his actual boyfriend for the rest of the evening.

Without a second to spare, Minho walks to the bathroom, wanting to touch up his makeup. He hadn't put on much, just some concealer, setting powder, highlighter and faint nude eyeshadow around his eyes to accentuate his feline features.

He doesn't notice the figure that follows, only when he's about to lock the door and a foot shoves itself right in between. Minho turns and sees Jisung staring at him, eyebrows knit together along with a heavy gaze.

"What?" Minho asks, raising an eyebrow as he opens the bathroom door.

He doesn't ignore Jisung's eyes scanning his body, and the act alone makes his already flushed ears go warm. "Don't what me."

Minho moves further into the bathroom while walking backward as Jisung enters. He sees Jisung locking the door behind him as he moves swiftly in the direction of Minho. Something in Minho's stomach is made to whirl by the younger's intensity. He's eager to see Jisung's reaction to everything he has witnessed over the last few hours. His tutor would be lying if he said he didn't put on a little show just to get his pupil on edge.

The elder's back reaches a wall and his hands try to grasp at the white squared tiles "What is it, Sung?" Minho tries to say sternly but almost whines at how soft it comes forth.

Caging Minho by his presence alone, Jisung speaks. "'The fuck was that back there?"

"What was what?" Minho questions, playing up his apparent innocence while prettily batting his eyes at Jisung.

Jisung scoffs. "Stop playing dumb, baby," he says lowly.

Tilting his head to the side, Minho tries to stabilise his knees that almost buckled at the pet name. He'd be lying again if he said he doesn't love it when Jisung calls him baby. "But I don't understand, Jisungie?"

"Hyunjin," he grits.

"What about him?"

The younger boy snickers, running a gentle hand through Minho's hair, but it stops by his crown and roughly tugs. A moan passes between Minho's parted lips and he grips at the fabric of Jisung's tank top by his chest. "Are you really going to play like this with me, hyung? We both know what I mean."

Even though Minho is in a chapped position, he still tries to play it off with a grin. "Are you jealous?"

A cocky, breathy laugh escapes Jisung. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Minho hums, still grinning. "Maybe."

The grip around Minho's hair tightens and his back arches off of the wall. He tries to answer, but his face scrunches in delight to the pain. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Jisung prompts.

"Yes I'd like that."

Jisung smirks, watching his hyung fall apart by his mere hand. "Suddenly so obedient, hyung?" He starts kissing at Minho's jaw, small pecks evolving to open mouthed kneading.

"Fuck," he breathes, throwing his arms around Jisung's neck, pulling him closer. "Jisung," he vaguely moans. The grip in his hair has subsided, and Jisung's gingerly massaging the area of his scalp he'd just pulled.

The younger hums in response, but continues, the vibrations bubbling through Minho's skin down to his lungs.

"Jisung," Minho repeats, voice coming off in a dry wail.

At the second call, Jisung detaches his lips from travelling down Minho's neck and looks at him. "What is it, baby?"

Minho looks away, but Jisung grips his jaw and turns him back. "Don't shy away now, Jagi," he whispers softly. "Tell me."

The elder mumbles something incoherent.

"Louder, I can't hear you," Jisung says, as his thumb gently runs over Minho's cheek.

"I need you."

Something stirs inside of Jisung. Even though his eyes are deep with sleep from the alcohol, eating Minho out at least once this evening is a bigger priority. "Yeah?"

His tutor hums. "Hurry, before I change my mind."

Jisung chuckles. "Still a brat I see."

Minho throws his eyes into a twirl and grabs Jisung's collar, clashing their lips together. The kiss is messy and Jisung tastes the cheap vodka that has been simmering on Minho's tongue for the past hour. He doesn't mind it, though. It complements both his vanilla cologne and the cherry lip balm that he's wearing. It has a distinct, almost pleasant fragrance, although creamy, it's warming. It tastes like Minho, and he'll love anything that Minho's wearing.

They part once all of their oxygen has been abused. As Minho's tenderly breathing, inhaling to restore the neglected air, he stares at Jisung, eyes jumping from every facial feature. From his lidded doe eyes, to his rounded nose that enhances his ample cheeks to the two moles running across his left cheek. Don't forget the faint mole between his eyebrows.

The sudden spotlight makes him nervous. He chuckles. "What?" Jisung inquires.

"Nothing." Minho shakes his head. "It's just that you're more handsome up close."

Not being used to Minho's impetuous compliments, Jisung's cheeks grow warm."You only noticed that now?" Jisung raises an eyebrow.

Minho rolls his eyes, but suddenly the door is violently knocked at. The sound causes the pair to separate, and they both turn to face the locked door.

"Yah! You two!" Chan yells from the other side, somewhat slurring his words. "Get out and fuck somewhere else! I just fixed the bathroom counter yesterday goddamnit!"

Jisung and Minho share a look before both bursting into a bundle of laughter. Chan clicks his tongue loudly before his steps fade away.

"Wanna take this somewhere else, Sungie?" Minho suggests, walking forward to remove the distance that was put between them.

The younger boy nods with a stupidly hot smirk and his hands travel from the dip in Minho's back to his thighs. "Jump."

"What?" Minho's eyes widen at the request.

"Just trust me. Jump."

Doing as Jisung says, Minho jumps and in a matter of seconds he's floating in the air, wrapping his legs around Jisung's dainty waist. "Don't drop me."

He grins. "Oh I would never." Trusting a drunk Jisung might not have been Minho's wisest decision this evening.

"I don't think I trust you anymore," Minho says as he stabilises himself by gripping at Jisung shoulders.

With a twist of his lips, Jisung starts acting sad, the roleplay seeping through his tone as he speaks. "How could you say such a thing, baby?" Jisung says while his hands slither their way to Minho's ass, cupping it from behind. The leather pants are stretched from their position, allowing the view to be left to Jisung's imagination when he glances through the mirror.

Minho rolls his eyes again and instead locks them with Jisung. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

Jisung draws his lower lip between his teeth. "Shit Minho," he mumbles before resuming their interrupted make out. Jisung smiles into the kiss, undoubtedly feeling his ego boosted by the hands on his shoulders that begin to feel down at his arms. If Minho were sober, he might have rolled his eyes at it once more, but he isn't. So he blames it on the alcohol.

The younger boy begins to walk with Minho in his arms, but his tutor doesn't seem to notice because of how intoxicating Jisung's lips are. If he wasn't drunk on alcohol, Minho would definitely describe this state as being drunk on Jisung.

Jisung approaches the door, unlocks it, and steps outside. Jeongin grimaces in response to the pair, making it transparent that he's not pleased with the scene that he has just witnessed. Jisung makes a brief journey over to his bedroom from the bathroom, since it lays parallel to it. In addition to making a point to lock his door.

He approaches the edge of his mattress and carefully leans over to place Minho onto the white covers on his back. Jisung climbs on top of him, settling between his thighs with a slight wobble, although making sure to keep their mouths intact. Jisung then begins rubbing their bundled groins together, eliciting sinful sounds from Minho's mouth, as his painfully hard erection receives some longed friction.

"Wait," Minho says and pulls away.

"What?" Jisung looks at him, confused. His fatigue is beginning to catch up with him, but he doesn't let it show.

"Let's switch positions, 'wanna ride you," Minho exhales.

With Jisung's mind racing with mental pictures of Minho's thighs, he gets off and moves to the centre of the bed.

"Take your clothes off first," Minho says while he sits up and pulls his black silk blouse over his head, throwing it off the bed. He'll regret that tomorrow. That blouse was not cheap.

But Jisung just stares at the skin revealing itself in front of him.

Minho looks up when he doesn't hear Jisung doing anything. He blushes at the heavy gaze raking over his naked torso. "You're staring," he states, trying not to show the effect it has on him.

"I know," Jisung says and grins.

"I'll tear your clothes off if you don't take them off yourself," Minho then continues to threaten.

"I'd like to see you try."

The hands unbuttoning his leather pants come to a halt and he raises an eyebrow at him challengingly, ready to pursue the threat.

"Actually no, these are my favourites," Jisung hastily retreats and throws his tank top over his head.

"Thought so," Minho declares, shimmying out of his pants. He decides to leave his black briefs on. When Minho looks back at Jisung, his fingers have just dipped between the waistband of his boxers, but he's quick to crawl over to Jisung's lap, straddling it and stopping his hands from pulling them down further.

Jisung looks up at him, puzzled.

"I wanna take them off myself," Minho resonates.

But Jisung continues to stare at him, eyes widening. "You're amazing."

Minho laughs, a pink tint clawing at his ears. "You'll do the same with mine, Jagi."

Only then does Jisung's eyes dip down to look at Minho's glistening skin. It looks like golden silk, shining through the dim purple led lights. He's beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. His little stomach is adorable, and Jisung just wants to worship it. Then his eyes drop down even further, when he isn't even psychologically ready for it.

Minho's thighs. Holy fuck. Jisung's hands skid to run over the smooth skin. They should be celebrated everywhere. Constantly. A dancer's thighs, no, Minho's thighs, shouldn't legally be allowed to look this heavenly. The muscles tense under his touch and his mind's intrusive thoughts overtake his brain. He lands a slap to one of his thighs, not sharp, but unpredicted enough for Minho to stumble into a moan. Jisung then looks up and stares at Minho while his hand lands another slap, but harder this time.

His tutor's face scrunches and he arches forward, his forehead coming down to rest at Jisung's shoulder.

"My baby likes being slapped?" Jisung smirks when Minho frantically nods. He coos as his hands travel to his ass, and leaves another sharp slap onto the clothed skin. Minho's reactions are heavenly. Godly, even.

He continues to fondle Minho's ass, pulling the cheeks apart, and landing a handful of slaps on them. They're red, a spiking red tint, almost the same that has flushed Minho's neck and ears. His briefs have bundled up and sit like thongs on his flushed flesh, but Jisung doesn't mind it. At all. It makes him wonder what Minho would look like in lingerie. That is if he'll even remember this tomorrow.

Minho then starts grinding their neglected erections together, and it blooms a low grunt from Jisung as he wasn't ready for the erosion. He's way too gone in admiring Minho's thighs.

"Fuck baby," Jisung groans, peering down behind Minho at how his ass moves with each roll of his hips, "So pretty for me, hm?"

While straightening his back, Minho bites down on his lower lip to stifle his moans, although it doesn't help. He places a hand on Jisung's chest and pushes down so the younger boy's head instead rests on the white pillows.

Jisung's gaze rakes all over him and he feels it. The pupil is clearly enjoying the show as a wet patch has formed through his boxers.

Minho looks down at their groins gritting together and when he looks up again;

Jisung is asleep.

He's asleep. Minho's mind repeats.

Asleep.

Sleeping.

His head rests to the side, lips slightly parted.

Thinking it's a joke, Minho chuckles and stops grinding against him. "Haha, funny joke, Ji," he says, but then he notices how Jisung's hands, resting at his thighs, have gone limp.

He's expecting Jisung to wake up and laugh at his stupid 'joke', but he doesn't. Jisung stays fast asleep against the white mattress.

"Jisung?" Minho calls, but no answer. He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on Jisung's nose. "Jagi?" He tries again, but still no response, only his soft breathing.

With a sigh, Minho gets off of Jisung's lap and figures he got too drunk and fell asleep. Great timing. Minho grumbles his faint complaints and wobbles himself to - what seems to be Jisung's own, personal, bathroom connected through his bedroom - to take care of his boner himself.

When he's done, he goes back to the bedroom, still only in his briefs and tucks the two under the covers and goes to sleep.

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