Chapter Ten

Jisung's eyes crack open from the light seething through his blinds. Slowly but surely, his mind registers an unfamiliar heat radiating at his chest. He glances down and sees how, the silver hair he holds so dear, glistens from the golden beam. It's only after a few minutes his brain manages to comprehend the situation he's in. Minho's back is snuggled against his chest, with his hands circling Minho's waist and their legs are all tangled together.

He's in the middle of his heart running wild, along with his thoughts, when it hits him.They're both only in underwear.

Did they?... No, but Jisung doesn't remember them even undressing, so how could they have done anything? His head begins to ache from moving around, and he figures he got quite plastered last night. However, that still doesn't explain why they're cuddling in Jisung's bed whilst half naked.

He tries to detach himself from Minho, feeling how his morning wood is pressing against the elder's ass. But the attempt is unsuccessful because Minho only pushes back at Jisung's groin, and he's forced to swallow a low groan.

After multiple minutes pass, he manages to untwine them and heads to his bathroom. While he's finishing his business, he notices that his - usually closed - lube bottle is open. Did he and Minho really go all the way? But he doesn't remember anything. Jisung makes the decision to brush it off and hopes that once Minho wakes up, he'll have the courage to ask his tutor about it.

Is it Jisung's lucky day? Because once he exits his bathroom, he's met by a soft Minho sitting hunched by the bundle of white sheets as he talks to someone on the phone.

"No I'm not dead," Minho rasps with an eye-roll. He looks up and sees Jisung staring by the doorway, only realising he's still in his boxers when Minho's eyes stroll over his figure.

His cheeks itch with a blush and he hurries over to his closet and puts on one of his white tees and grey sweatpants with Minho's back facing him.

"I'm still at their place, calm down," Minho mumbles to the person on the other end of the call.

Jisung's eyes roam over Minho's bare back, glancing down at the tightly wrapped briefs between Minho's cheeks. Jisung would probably pop another boner right then and there if Minho wasn't suddenly calling his name, forcing him to look away.

"Huh?" Jisung says, in the middle of a jump to get his foot through the end of his pants, but begins to walk over to Minho vision.

"Can you please tell Ryujin and Hyunjin that I'm not being kidnapped and forced to reassure them that I'm not at gunpoint."

"Uh," Jisung mutters. "Yeah, sure." He grips the phone from Minho's hand and brings it to his ear. "He's-" he starts, but a sudden cry of relief is shouted through the microphone and Jisung rapidly separates the phone from his ear, squinting one of his eyes.

He glances down at Minho who's chuckling at the scene, standing up from the bed. Jisung wills everything in his power to not let his eyes follow Minho's thighs, but everything gets thrown in vein once Minho turns around. His ass is still hanging out from between his briefs, and Jisung wonders how it'd feel to pound into it.

But that brings him to wonder if he unknowingly already has.

However, he's brought back to reality when Minho disappears behind the bathroom door. "He's okay. Minho hyung is with me," Jisung reassures the people on the other end of the call.

"Make sure he eats breakfast and hangover soup!" Ryujin cries.

"Give his ass a good slap from me!" Hyunjin yells, and a smack is heard.

"Don't say that! Min only deserves princess treatment when he's hungover!" Ryujin shouts, seemingly at both Hyunjin and Jisung.

Hyunjin snorts. "As if you ever give Minho princess treatment," he retorts.

Soon enough, the sound starts scrunching and there's whines for help, supposedly coming from Hyujin requesting Felix's help. Someone apparently picks up the discarded mobile, because now a new voice is entering the microphone.

"Just take care of him, Han-ah!" Yeji requests. "Anyways I have to stop my girlfriend from committing murder, bye!" "Ugh, it feels so good to call her that," Yeji squeals, and soon enough, the call ends.

The door to the bathroom unlocks and Minho walks out towards Jisung, who once again does his best at avoiding to stare.

"Were they weird?" Minho asks, retrieving his phone from Jisung.

"A little? But they seem fun," Jisung's morning voice scratches.

Minho hums, locking his phone and throwing it at the bed. He looks up at Jisung and asks, "Can I borrow some clothes?"

Jisung nods and nervously chuckles. "I was wondering when you were going to ask," he says and walks over to his closet on the other side of the room.

"You don't like seeing me half naked?" Minho challenges, settling between the sheets again.

The inquiry makes Jisung's cheeks bloom with colour. "No, no." He shakes his head, glancing over at Minho who's ogling his clothed back. "You're really pretty, 'just wondered if you were really about to walk out to the kitchen like that."

"Why can't I walk out to the kitchen like this?"

"Do you want Chan and Changbin to see you half naked?" Jisung briskly retorts, not answering Minho's question.

"Why would it matter?"

Jisung's lips are pressed into a thin line, not quite fond of saying his thoughts aloud. "I feel like this view should be exclusively just for me," he mumbles, turning around and walking to Minho at the bed.

Minho doesn't think he's hallucinating the possessiveness oozing through his words, and something about Jisung being jealous stirs an obscure, familiar, feeling in his chest. "Why?"

"I don't think you'd like it if I walked around half naked in front of Chan and Changbin," Jisung alleges, once again avoiding the question as he places the folded clothes beside Minho. "At least I hope you don't," Jisung quietly renders, but his tutor still manages to catch it.

"Are you saying you haven't done that before?" The mere thought makes a strange, frigid infatuation bubble in Minho's stomach. But he blames it on the lack of food in his system.

The younger boy shakes his head. "Of course I have, but it's different now that you're here."

"How's it different with me here?" Minho asks as he looks up at Jisung through his long eyelashes.

"Let's talk about this some other time, baby," Jisung whispers with his raspy morning voice and threads a gentle hand through Minho's hair. He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on Minho's crown. "Come to the kitchen once you're done," he mumbles delicately, turning on his heel and walking to the door.

It's locked? Jisung attempts to reminisce back through his memories of last night to remember why he could have locked the door, but he pushes the recollections out of his mind and closes the door behind him, leaving Minho in his room alone.

"Changbin hyung, I need your car today," Jisung says from the kitchen island, mindlessly scrolling through Twitter on his phone.

"Why?" Changbin shouts from the connected living room.

"Me and Chan are going to that drive-in movie marathon today," Jisung replies, when speaking of which, Chan enters the kitchen. He halts in his tracks towards their snack cabinet with his tired eyes widening.

Jisung knows that reaction too well. He's seen it way too many times. His heart begins to sink, but the little hope he has left drapes itself over his tenderness for protection.

Chan's demeanour changes, and he's instead walking to Jisung and engulfing him in a snug hug. "I'm sorry Sung, I have so much work to finish in the Studio today that I can't bail on."

But you can bail on me? Jisung quietly thinks to himself. Chan works hard. Really, really hard for 3Racha. He's constantly in the Studio, wiping JYP's ass. Jisung is of course really grateful for it, but sometimes he wishes everything could just go back to how they used to be, before 3Racha.

Fiddling with the bracelet around his arm, Jisung mentally swallows his thoughts to avoid the complete and utter disappointment, again. "I promise we can do it next time," Chan continues, tightening his grip around Jisung, which manages to draw a homey grin from the younger's lips. Chan has always had the best hugs, or maybe Changbin. It's a close match, really.

Another unique soul makes an appearance in the kitchen and Chan detaches himself from Jisung, but still drapes an arm around his shoulders. "Good morning," Chan greets with a dimpled smile.

"Morning," Minho yawns, eyelids heavy. He looks so incredibly soft with the faint red patches under his nose and around his eyes. Jisung's clothes look good on him. He should wear them more often.

Chan's brain flickers with what he'd call; a mastermind plan. "Hey, are you free today?" He asks Minho.

Minho's pupils stroll to the top of his whites while he thinks. He then nods. "Yeah, I think so. Ryujin took my shift for today."

"Great! I'm not, so you can go with Jisung to the drive-in movie marathon!"

"Huh?" It's too early in the morning for Minho's brain to process such news, and he looks at Jisung.

"I wouldn't mind," Jisung adds.

The silver haired boy shrugs. "Sure, then. What time is it?"

"It starts at 8 pm," Jisung continues and Chan releases him from under his grip and goes on with his breakfast in the kitchen.

"What kind of movies are they?" Minho inquires, leaning back onto the counter with his hands clutching the edge behind his ass.

"Oh it's just old horror movies from the 90s. Their bad acting and effects always deliver a good laugh."

Minho hums. "I'll be the judge of that."

***

After a long drive and a pleasant chat, Jisung and Minho park into one of the empty spots by the middle of the 'seats'. There's already a handful of people here, some on the roofs of their cars and some on chairs beside the vehicles.

Minho and Jisung are not going to be travelling nor adventuring outside of Changbin's black Audi. The pair are content with staying in the front seats, in their own little bubble behind the tinted windows.

Their already prepared snacks lay by the cup holders as Minho sits in the driver's seat, Jisung in the passenger's.

They quiet down once the first movie starts, but they end up conversing and making quick witted remarks after half an hour of testing the waters.

When the third movie rolls around, the blue Honda Civic beside them begins to rock, and they've rolled up their windows as they're all foggy. Minho giggles as he glances at the vehicle. "They sure are having a good time."

Jisung peeks in the direction of where Minho's eyes head, noticing the subtle motion. He puffs out air from his nose with a stubby grin. "They sure are."

The supposed couple's actions compel a stillness upon Minho and Jisung. It only goes on for a few dragged seconds before Jisung speaks. "Hyung," he calls.

Minho obediently hums.

"Did we..." Jisung starts, but the words die on his tongue.

Being faintly puzzled at the hesitation Jisung expresses, Minho turns to look at him. "What?"

The younger boy swallows. "Did we do anything last night?"

With his ears heating up, Minho shakes his head. "I don't think so."

"Then why'd we wake up half naked?"

"How would I know?" Minho retorts. "I was drunk too." Sure, Minho was also quite intoxicated, but he knows. He knows what happened that evening, or more so, what was supposed to happen.

"Oh, right." Jisung ducks his head, staring off into his lap as he fiddles with his bracelet. "Sorry."

But Minho doesn't say anything. He stays silent. Should he tell Jisung? It's not like anything happened, however that'd be confusing if you don't remember.

"You fell asleep."

"What?" Jisung furrows his eyebrows as he looks at Minho.

"We were..." Minho inhales, exhaling the coming sentence. "We were about to, but you fell asleep."

"I did what." Jisung's eyes bulge out of his scalp. So he's had the chance to literally fuck Minho silly, and he fell asleep?

Minho giggles at Jisung's reaction. "I think you had a little too much to drink.

Mindlessly nodding, Jisung curses himself out internally for fucking up his one chance. Why'd Minho ever want to sleep with him sober? If they were both drunk, then that'd be fine, but sober? Even though Jisung and Minho tease and flirt a lot, it feels like Jisung is the only one ready to pursue the bait. Minho is stunning, why'd he want Jisung out of all people?

"But it's okay," Minho says and Jisung's gaze flickers over the elder's lips as he speaks. "I'd prefer if our first is when we're sober." He then mischievously turns to lock eyes with the latter. "'Wanna remember your cum face."

Jisung scoffs, smiling. "Who said you'll be able to make me cum?"

"Oh I don't think that'll be too hard." Minho winks and Jisung feels something by his groin twitch. He's become awfully weak for his tutor's winks. "As long as we do it sober."

The younger boy raises an eyebrow. "Are you saying you won't be able to make me cum, drunk?"

"No," Minho deadpans with a roll of his eyes. "I'm sure that'd make things a lot easier," he says with a sneer when he hears Jisung gasp, offended. "I just don't want to forget anything."

"Yeah?" Ignoring Minho's lampoon, Jisung grins back, eyes returning to the screen up front. He doesn't even remember the story's main plot.

"Mhm," Minho hums.

Jisung doesn't know if they're serious about sleeping together, but he chooses to be delusional if that means he'll protect the sentiments that have been thriving in his chest. "Me too."

***

"The female lead is pretty trash, honestly," Minho remarks at the 3rd movie.

Jisung nods. "Yeah. Like her husband is hanging off of a cliff she's all like 'oh my god what should I do?'" He reenacts the scene, placing the back of his hand against his forehead, closing his eyes and whines out the line in a manufactured high-pitched voice.

The bad acting elicits a chuckle from the elder. "Feels like you've been holding that in for a while, Jagi."

A heat pines Jisung's cheeks and he decides to ignore the pet name. He's heard it so many times before, however something with the situation makes it feel notable. "She went full simba on him."

"Did him dirty."

"Or like when she told her friends he was shit at eating her out!" Jisung passionately argues.

"Exactly!" The elder nods. "You don't tell your friends that. Poor guy. Be happy he's still straight," he scoffs.

Jisung glances at Minho, another grin tugging at his lips. "His best friend was a little sus, not gonna lie."

Minho snorts. "Give him some cred, he's been closeted since birth."

Raising an eyebrow, Jisung says, "Speaking from experience?"

A glare rolls his way from the silver-haired man. "I'm a proud homosexual man, thank you very much."

"I'm sure you are," Jisung declares with a loll of his eyes.

Narrowing his eyes at him, Minho asks, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jisung shakes his head. "Nothing, nothing." He then raises a hand from the popcorn bowl with a snack pinched between his fingers. "Here."

Minho only prods his mouth open.

"I'm not feeding you popcorn, hyung," Jisung laughs, a gummy smile coming through as the popcorn falls back into the bowl.

With a chuckle hauling by his mouth, Minho giggles but manages to fake a pout.

"Okay, okay, fine," Jisung sighs. "You big baby." Picking up another popcorn, Jisung pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger. He leans closer, watching as Minho's lips separate and his tongue comes to display. Jisung's arm faintly wobbles from the instability of reaching over, which leads to Minho's hands snaking up to his wrist and wrapping around it.

The view doesn't quite reach Jisung's mind as feeding, but rather something else. However the thought scatters as the popcorn disappears behind Minho's lips and Jisung's arm is retreating to his side.

"This shit is so uncomfortable," Minho mutters as he swallows the popped corn, trying to get in a pleasant position in front of the wheel.

"We can move into the back and drop the front seats?" Jisung suggests. "We'll still be able to see the movie."

"Oh really?"

Jisung hums. "Get out of the car real quick andI'll fix it."

As Jisung said, he drops the front seats ahead and they get into the back, snacks still up front by the cupholders.

A gentle yawn passes by Minho's lips and Jisung coos at the sight. "Are you tired, baby?" It's 11:34 p.m. with many hours left of the movies. If they were to try and leave, it'd be hard because of the other cars that have driven up close to theirs; along with the other viewers who've settled all around.

Minho nods. After the gentle response, Jisung uncrosses his legs and pats his thigh. "C'mere."

Without a second to spare, Minho accepts the invitation and lays down on the carseats, body facing the outdoor movie screen. Jisung's fingers find themselves tangled in Minho's soft, slightly damaged, silver hair and with a content sing-songed whisper, Minho falls asleep.

***

He doesn't know how long it's been since he drifted off, only that the movies are still going. At least that's what he hears. His head is facing the other direction, leaving his face to be stuffed at Jisung's groin. There's a subtle bulge against his cheek threading under him, and Jisung is tense. At Minho's every breath, he hears Jisung let out a shaky sigh.

Minho smirks. Jisung clearly hasn't noticed that he's awake yet, so he decides to play with him a little. Jisung's eyes are glued to the screen up ahead, evidently avoiding the view of Minho's face pressed up against his crotch.

It begins with a small movement, letting his mouth fall open as he redirects his lips towards the vague erection underneath him. He feels Jisung's heavy gaze shift to him, muttering a low curse.

Becoming more bold with his teasing, Minho enacts sleep talking, making small noises as he puckers his lips. The act elicits trifling groans from Jisung, but he makes no effort to stop it. A hand brushes through Minho's hair and soon enough, he's getting caught.

"I knew it. You're awake."

The elder's eyes flutter open and he looks at Jisung through the capped sleep chasing his brain, smirking. "Knew it huh? I don't think your dick knew."

Jisung sighs, stuffing his face into his palms. "Fucking hell, this is so embarrassing."

With a cramped roll, Minho's head instead rests on Jisung's mid-thighs as he stares up at the latter. "Doesn't have to be."

Right as Jisung's hands fall from his ickle frown, he watches as Minho gets off of the seats. Thinking Minho is about to leave him alone in the car so that he can deal with the 'problem' on his own, his frown swells. But he doesn't leave. Instead, he drops down between Jisung's legs, sitting bewitchingly on his calves.

"What?" Jisung asks, and Minho raises an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you've gotten your dick sucked off before, Jisung."

The words don't quite reach his head, because his mind is spinning from this situation alone. It's all so fucking incomprehensible.

Minho wets his lower lip as his hands reach for Jisung's jeans. He tugs at the belt loop and Jisung obediently raises his hips and lets the elder drag them to his mid thighs. His boxers stay on, but there's a clear line filled out, a small wet patch at the end. It makes Minho smirk and he looks up to find Jisung hungirly staring down at him.

That same, abundant, lustful gaze weighing on him from when he'd clinged to a drunk Hwang Hyunjin. It makes Minho's head spin and he decides to focus on his mission ahead instead. Jisung jumps closer towards the edge of the seat, giving Minho easier access.

"Wait," Jisung stalls, as Minho is leaning towards his bulge. "I haven't had my maths exam yet."

Minho looks at him, eyes wide with no words, before throwing his head back into a fit of laughter. Jisung's cheeks faintly puff up and he presses his lips together to suppress his embarrassment.

Once the elder's laughter comes to a blurred end he says, "it's okay." He then locks eyes with Jisung. "This is just another teaser, after all." Minho doesn't really know if his eagerness to taste Jisung is for the boy in question, or he himself. But that doesn't matter, right?

Without another disruption, Minho's head leans forward and kisses the small wet dot. Being sensitive, Jisung shakily sighs. The small peck develops to open mouthed saliva rubbing along his clothed length.

"Stop being a tease," Jisung groans and Minho chuckles, eyes batting up at the latter.

Hooking his fingers by the waistband, Minho drags his boxers down and lets Jisung's hardened figure spring free from the restraint. His eyes widen in surprise.

When he'd imagined Jisung's size, he'd expected it to be the standard: Not too long, not too short, not too thick, not too thin. But he's stunned when he's met with bulk larger than normal. He's bigger than Minho himself.

Jisung's ego grows at Minho's reaction and he smirks. "It's big, huh?"

Minho scoffs, wrapping a hand around the base which makes the younger boy groan. "It's nothing out of the ordinary."

With his lower lip getting caught between his teeth, Jisung's sneer doesn't leave his face. "Yeah? 'Sure you aren't just scared it won't fit?" He continues.

Minho looks up at Jisung, declaring, "Challenge accepted." He then bends over to run the tip of his tongue along the full length. The sounds Jisung lets out are muffled, evidently making them turn into low growls.

The younger's hands find themselves gripping at Minho's silver hair, eliciting a whine. But Minho continues, leaving small kitten licks at the reddening tip.

"Fucking tease," Jisung murmurs, watching Minho throw his eyes into a twirl with a grin.

Soon enough, Minho's plush lips are steadily wrapping around the head, gradually swallowing Jisung as his nose reaches the small bristles of his bladder. Jisung whines at the sensation, observing Minho's every move.

"Such a good hyung for me, hm?" Jisung whispers, brushing the hair out of Minho's face. Minho hums, the vibrations tingling through the younger's dick. He then begins bobbing his head, twirling his tongue along the invasion of his mouth.

"Fuck," Jisung mutters, letting his head hit the backrest. But he doesn't want to bypass the incredible view resting in front of him, which leads his pupils down to stare at Minho, lidded. "Shit, hyung."

Minho looks up, locking eyes with Jisung as his mouth lazes at the middle of his length, hollowing out his cheeks, sinful sounds leaving the scene. His lips are plump as they sit stretched around Jisung's cock. The view itself is a blessing, and Jisung thinks it'll stay with him for a good while forward.

The grip on Minho's hair tightens. "'Feels good having my dick in your mouth, baby?" Jisung groans, watching as petite beads form by the corners of his tutor's eyes, squinting them shut. He snaps off the figure with a defined pop, taking a moment to breathe. But it doesn't go on for long, because Minho's being pulled into a heated kiss with a hand palming his jaw.

Their kiss is messy, along with the fact that Jisung can taste the saltiness of his own precum sitting at Minho's tongue, but it doesn't matter. Once they part, Jisung rests their foreheads together, wiping away Minho's glistening tears with his thumb.

"You're so pretty," Jisung whispers, breath fanning over Minho's lips while his hand still strokes his dick.

"You told me already," Minho mumbles, with his ears already scorching red, his cheeks and neck instead taking on colour.

"Then let me say it again," Jisung continues. "My baby is so pretty."

Minho chuckles, jokingly placing a hand at Jisung's chest, pushing him back against the car seat. "You're so cheesy."

"But you love it." That's right. Minho absolutely adores Jisung's sleazy compliments. But there's no way he's saying that aloud.

After catching his breath, Minho's lips attach to his ballsack, diligently sucking the moans out of Jisung as his hand continues to stroke across his length. His tongue swirls between the two lumps, warming them with his saliva. The hands in his hair strain their hold as he gives the orbs a final kiss, although maintaining a hand there to fondle them.

Returning to the main figure, Minho runs his tongue along the size, making sure to keep eye contact throughout the act. His mouth begins swallowing around the tip, pushing his teeth gently by the slit. Jisung's reactions are intoxicating and only spur Minho on further. His own neglected erection lies in the tightness of his briefs, but it's getting its own satisfaction from pleasuring Jisung.

With a few more twirls of his tongue, Minho begins bobbing his head again, swallowing around the figure as it draws jubilated and unsteady sighs from Jisung. He lets his teeth faintly grace the tender skin, watching Jisung fall apart under his touch.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Jisung murmurs, watching as the movement of his tutor's head accelerates, forging his impending climax. "Shit hyung, 'M gonna cum." Minho's eyelashes bat up to observe the small tractions itching his orgasm.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" Suddenly, Jisung blurts, and the elder hums. The grip in Minho's hair tightens and he finds himself with his nose buried down Jisung's groin, feeling a warm liquid spring down his throat. The moan Jisung lets out is borderline pornographic which leads to Minho's own orgasm, isolated in his underwear.

Once he comes down from his high, gently riding it off, Minho's mouth leaves Jisung's softening dick. He scrunches his nose in the strayed warmth as the cold air hits him and he quickly tucks himself back into his boxers. Jisung's hand palms Minho's cheek and guides him to sit in his lap as their lips meet for a soft kiss.

The kiss is gentle, delicately letting their mouths move in sync. The salty taste of cum simmering on Minho's tongue makes Jisung pull away with a smirk.

"You swallowed?" He inquires, although the answer is obvious.

Minho rolls his eyes. "Did you want me to spit it on your face?"

Jisung's lips quiver to a laugh. "Maybe."

A grimace covers the elder's face and he moves his head apart from Jisung's, but the steady hands on his thighs keeps him seated on his lap. "You're disgusting."

"Only for you." Jisung lazily winks. He then glances at Minho's crotch which doesn't go unnoticed by the elder. "Do you want me to do anythi-"

Minho interrupts him with a quick peck to his lips, his ears and neck burning with warmth. He shakes his head. "No, it's okay."

"Did you already?-"

The elder hums, watching a poisonous smirk drape over Jisung's lips as he speaks. "My baby finished in his underwear?"

"I'll kill you," Minho plainly states.

With a chuckle, Jisung continues. "Was my dick that good?"

"I've practised murder on Hyunjin, I'm not afraid of you," the elder adds.

"My little baby," Jisung coos, placing a faint peck on Minho's nose.

"I hate you."

"Aw, I love you too."

Even though it's all for the act and sake of teasing, the words still scramble with a tingling sensation in his chest. Minho and Jisung both have a bundle of confusions lingering in their minds, but they decide to melt in the moment rather than bring it up.

Their lips recoup for another kiss, but this time it's slow. They take their time, the movies completely forgotten in the background. Their lips are probably the real soulmates between the two of them.