Chapter Eleven

It's their final tutoring session. Their last one. Jisung doesn't know if he's happy that they'll finally (maybe) gonna go on a date or sad that he won't have any excuses left to see Minho when he craves it.

They're sitting in a cafe, not the cat cafe, just a normal, local one. They ordered two iced americanos along with a strawberry cheesecake Jisung just couldn't resist from behind the display.

The reason they aren't in either of their apartments is because Changbin is bringing home a date to the 3RACHA apartment; meanwhile Hyunjin is having Felix over for the night and only god (Minho) knows what they'll be doing during the day. They'd rather not listen nor accidentally walk in on any of that.

Currently, Minho is explaining a maths question to Jisung, showing how to solve it when the bell rings. Another customer enters the cafe and at the sound, Minho subconsciously peeks at the entry. A familiar man stands there, in the short line in front of the counter with a girl Minho's never seen before. Their hands are intertwined, chatting happily.

Minho stops talking, haphazardly, in the middle of his sentence. Jisung is about to ask why, but he glances at his tutor and follows his gaze. It lands on a tall figure, well-built and nothing short of attractive. His blonde hair is styled into a bro flow and it looks awfully good. Jisung would be lying if he said he didn't find the stranger handsome.

"Fuck. Shit." Minho mumbles, staring down into the scribbled notebooks. "Fucking shit. He saw me. He saw us."

Jisung furrows his eyebrows. "Who is it?"

"My ex. Fucking shit."

Something in Jisung's brain stumbles at the word ex. Of course he knows Minho's had previous relationships, but he wasn't ready to be met by a supermodel. He shouldn't be surprised, though. It's Lee Minho. He's a dancing prince with a face sculpted and gifted by the gods themselves.

"What's wrong, hyung? The break up couldn't have been that bad?" He wonders what could've happened between them for Minho to react this way. It's not often Minho gets visibly distressed. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

Minho snaps his head to Jisung. "No, absolutely not. God no." He really doesn't. His heart has been itching for something, someone else with his ex long forgotten. His ex can't even compare to the new figure that has been settling nicely.

The younger boy tilts his head to the side. "Then, what's wrong?"

When his tutor looks up, Doyun and the girl are walking towards them. With a stressed out mind Minho is quick to ramble the following. "You remember when I left for Gimpo a while back? Well, we went to a club and he was there and we talked for a little while. He offered me to go home with him and I sort of rejected it by saying I had a boyfriend and I sort of said that the boyfriend was Han Jisung. Oops?"

Right as Minho's rant ends, Doyun and the girl reach the table.

Jisung looks out of it. His mind doesn't quite connect to reality until Doyun greets them.

"Hey, Minho." Doyun gives him a smile.

"Hey, Doyun," he greets back with an artificial grin. Doyun then glances at Jisung. "Ah, right," Minho mumbles and looks at Jisung. The pair lock eyes for a moment. "This is..."

"Han Jisung. Minho's boyfriend," Jisung greets, reaching out a hand to shake with Doyun. The grip is stern and Doyun's smile is strained.

"Nice to meet you, Jisung. I've already heard so much about you," Doyun says with what can almost be interpreted as a scoff.

Jisung chuckles and looks at Minho fondly. "I hope it was only good things." It's like Jisung doesn't even have to try. He so naturally falls into the role of Minho's boyfriend and it violently tugs at the strings in the elder's chest. One of Jisung's hands comes to rest at his upper thigh and gives it a light squeeze of reassurance.

Minho rapidly breaks eye contact with his 'boyfriend' and looks at Doyun's company. She's cute. Her features somewhat resemble Jisung's, especially with her puffy cheeks.

"I'm Shin Yuna, Doyun's girlfriend," she says with an innocent grin.

"Oh?" Minho raises an eyebrow. "I didn't know Doyun had any straightness left in him after me."

A restrained, barked out laugh leaves Jisung's lips and his face turns to his lap, apologising while he hides a smile. Yuna seemingly also reserves a chuckle as Doyun's face twists to a frown.

"I was still straight when we met," Doyun states bitterly.

"So I was the reason you started liking guys?" Minho gasps. He's usually a bit nicer when he meets Doyun since their relationship didn't end on a bad note. But right now? He just wants to have some fun. "See Jisungie? I had the best ass in town."

His boyfriend hums, the hand on his thigh instead snakes around Minho's waist. "But it's mine now, Jagi."

"How'd you two meet?" Yuna asks, charmed by the couple's demeanour.

They glance at one another. "Jisung asked for my number when I was working at a nearby cafe," Minho shares. "How about you?"

"Aw, how cute!" She coos. "Doyun and I connected through a mutual friend in Gimpo and the rest is history, really," she says as they look at each other affectionately. Even though Minho might poke a few jokes here and there, the straight couple does look very content with their relationship.

"That's nice," Minho hums. "Are you guys staying in Seoul temporarily or?"

"Oh no no," Yuna shakes her head. "We're just here on a little vacation, but we're going back this weekend."

Minho nods. "I hope you enjoy your stay," the elder says, slowly but surely arranging the conversation to come to an end.

Yuna reciprocates the feeling before the pair bids their goodbyes with now two to-go lattes in their hands. Minho and Jisung watch as they exit the cafe, happy to be left alone in their bubble.

It takes a few moments for them to actually speak. They don't know how to quite process the situation, so Jisung of course takes the lead.

"You're my boyfriend, huh?"

With a roll of his eyes, Minho sighs. "Just for today."

"Yeah?" Jisung prompts, teasingly nudging their shoulders together. His arm still hasn't left Minho's waist, but he's not sure if he wants it to.

Minho hums, thoughtlessly returning to the laptop sitting in front of him, but Jisung has other plans in mind.

"So boyfriends are allowed to kiss their partners whenever, right?" He says, closing in half the distance between the couple. He watches Minho's head snap towards him, eyes widening and his ears lighting aflame.

A steady hand places itself on Jisung's chest and pushes him back, refurbishing the gap the younger boy had tried to undo. "We're acting boyfriends," Minho states.

"Still boyfriends tho."

"Acting."

"Still boyfriends."

"We're in public," Minho tries, trying to divert the subject.

"And did that stop you from sucking my dick?" Jisung lazily smirks, the hand by Minho's waist crowding their hips to bump together.

A dusty pink hue delicately engulfs Minho's cheeks. "Jisung," he tries to say sternly, although there's nothing stern about the blush blooming across his face.

"Did it?" Jisung continues, the stupidly hot grin on his lips only widening.

"We weren't in public."

"We were tho."

"We were in Changbin's car," Minho argues. He wouldn't have gotten on his knees for Jisung if they were in public. Or maybe he would've. Who knows?

Jisung shrugs. "Still had the windows rolled down," he insists, letting his tongue swipe over his lower lip. His smile broadens when he sees his 'boyfriend''s eyes following the motion.

"You were the one who left them open." To be quite frank, Minho didn't really care about whether the windows were shut or not. He had other things on his mind at the time.

"You never told me you wanted them rolled up", Jisung says. Their banter might just be his favourite activity, although that'll potentially change in the near future.

The elder scoffs. "How was I supposed to? Your dick was in my mouth."

"Touche." Jisung nods. "But if you really wanted them rolled up, you would've popped off and told me. Unless you were enjoying the fact that they weren't," he conspires.

"Jisung."

However his small rant continues. "Maybe you liked the fact that people could hear you suck me off."

"No."

With a smirk, Jisung leans in. "So you like being known as my cocksucker, huh?"

"I'm not having this discussion with you," Minho plainly states. He's trying to act as if the sudden shortened distance isn't having a toll on him, but the facade is slowly crumbling.

"Because you don't want to reveal your kink?" Jisung prompts, hoisting an eyebrow.

"It's not a kink."

"So you agree that it's something?"

Minho groans. "You're impossible."

The younger boy laughs. "There's nothing wrong with liking a little public exposure."

"I don't," Minho insists.

"'Just saying. I wouldn't mind it if you did." Jisung shrugs.

"Are you saying this because in all reality it's your kink?" Minho scoffs, but Jisung's response surprises him.

"Maybe."

"What?" The elder stares at him, eyes widening as he'd expected a quick-witted retort. Does Minho actually have somewhat of an exposure kink? Yes. But he's not revealing that right now, nor today.

Jisung shrugs. "I like showing you off." He's proud of even breathing in the vicinity of Minho, so why wouldn't he want to show off whatever the relationship it is they have?

"You'd fuck me on stage?" Minho inquires, genuinely curious. He wonders what goes on in Jisung's brain.

"Absolutely not. That view is for me only."

Relishing on the possessive tone in Jisung's voice, Minho smiles. "Then what are you getting at?"

"I wouldn't mind letting people hear that you're mine," Jisung says, and the scheme plants a seed in Minho's mind that's ready to bloom. He, too, wouldn't mind screaming Jisung's name for everyone to hear.

But he doesn't visibly exhibit those feelings. "You're disgusting." He goes with instead, his nose wrinkling.

"But you love it."

"Maybe."

"Knew it."

"And this whole conversation stemmed from you wanting to kiss me?" Minho retracts to the original subject.

"Can I?" Jisung tries, his hand gently palming the bare skin by Minho's waistline where his shirt has ridden up.

"You still want to?" The elder mumbles, faintly shuddering at the touch.

Jisung's head tilts to the side. "Why wouldn't I?" He questions, eyes landing on Minho's plump lips. His larger upper lip has always seemed to fit Jisung's slightly larger lower lip like a puzzle piece. It drives him crazy whenever they kiss.

"Yeah, why wouldn't you," Minho agrees.

The younger boy throws his eyes in a twirl. "Okay, come down from your high horse now, mister."

"That's it," Minho declares. "You can't kiss me anymore."

"It's not like you were going to let me," Jisung argues.

"Maybe I was," his tutor asserts, pursing his lips.

"In public?"

"Maybe."

"So you do have a kink?" Jisung concludes.

The elder groans. "Do you ever shut up?"

"No." Jisung shakes his head. "But you love it when I talk."

"No." That's a lie. Minho indeed loves hearing Jisung talk.

"Yes, don't be shy, hyung. We both know that you love me," Jisung continues, feeling the soft smell of Minho's intricate vanilla perfume enveloping him.

"I do not."

"Yeah you do."

"Not."

With a sympathetic grin, Jisung says, "It's okay to have a crush when you're in your 20s, hyung. You're not old yet."

The supposed 'aid' makes Minho quint his eyes at Jisung. "You think I'm old?"

"Chan hyung is the real grandpa," Jisung goes with instead, avoiding Minho's question. Of course Minho isn't old, they only have a 2 year age gap, but riling Minho up sure is entertaining.

"You didn't answer my question."

"I will if I get to kiss you," Jisung bargains. He knows Minho is just as eager to taste his cherry balm, primarily from the way he keeps glancing at Jisung's lips, and how he licks his own afterwards.

"Focus on your maths."

"I will if I get to kiss you."

Minho whines in his seat. "Why do you want to kiss me so bad?"

"Because your lips are amazing," Jisung admits truthfully, staring at his hyung awfully sincerely and it messes with Minho's pulse.

"Are you sure it isn't just your dick talking?" The elder inquires, his voice sounding shakier than intended.

"Oh I'm sure it is." Jisung nods. "But it's my mouth voicing the thoughts, isn't it?" He says with a sleazy smile. And all Minho wants to do is wipe it off himself.

"Oh my god fine you big baby," he finally exhales.

With the same grin, Jisung says, "At least I'm your big baby."

Minho curls an eyebrow at him. "So we're claiming ownership now?"

"I'd prefer to."

The elder scoffs. "Get above a 90 on your maths exam and then we'll start talking."

A pout dominates Jisung's lips and he whines out, "That's not fair."

"Oh it is. I've given you so many teasers." Minho's teasers might've been more for himself than they were for Jisung.

"Not enough."

"Not enough?!" Minho gasps. "How greedy are you??"

"Very, when it comes to you," Jisung delivers with a wink.

"And why's that?"

"Because I really like you."

The sudden confession catches Minho off guard. His lips gingerly part, eyes widening as his brain deters the information. "I really do, hyung," Jisung drags on. He doesn't know what to reply with, does he say 'me too'? Does he dismiss it as a joke? Is that all it is? A joke? Is Jisung teasing him to see how much he can fluster Minho? Fuck. Because it's working.

His words tremble their way out, but another customer enters the cafe. Jisung's eyes glance over at the door, and they blow up in a panic. The reaction leads Minho's eyes to come to rest at a petite figure. She has black, long hair, an oval face shape along with a slim physique. Her lips strike a smile as her sight lands on Jisung and she begins walking over.

Minho turns to Jisung. "Do you know her?"

"Sort of?" Jisung's teeth come to display as his face crinkles. "Our parents set me up on a blind date when you were in Gimpo."

A musk rests over Minho's chest at the news. "So as soon as I disappear for even a few days, your ass is out and about on dates?"

"It wasn't my choice!" Jisung quickly protests.

"I really can't leave you alone, huh Jagi?

"Sort of told her you're my boyfriend too?" The raven haired boy adds, which makes Minho laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The fact that they've already told acquaintances about their unofficial relationship when they're not sure what it is themselves is quite ridiculous.

"Hi," Chaeryeong happily smiles. "Long time no see, Han-ah."

"Hey," Jisung grins back. "Yeah, it's sure been a while."

She then turns to Minho, reaching out a hand. "I'm Lee Chaeryeong. I assume you must be Lee Minho."

He raises an eyebrow at her, but still accepts the handshake. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

Internally praising herself for being right, she chuckles. "Figured. You two just look like a couple."

Is Minho supposed to be happy with the compliment? Because he is. It makes him incredibly elated for some reason. "Oh? Well that's nice to hear," Minho replies, retreating his hand to his lap. But Jisung slips his fist beside it and intertwines their fingers.

"So what are you doing in Seoul again? I thought you moved to Jeju?" Jisung inquiries, hoping the warmth in his cheeks isn't visible.

"Ah," Chaeryeong prods. "Me and my girlfriend are just here visiting a few friends."

Jisung nods. "Cool. Did you manage to convince Lia to get a dog?"

"Oh yeah!" She cheers, delighted. "Her name is Chaeso! Want to see a picture?"

They end up talking for a good hour. Minho learns that Chaeryeong is very friendly and good company. He definitely wouldn't mind going on a double date just as she'd suggested. They end up bonding over their pets, Minho in return showing her pictures of Soonie and Doongie (He manages to sneak in a picture or two of Dori, although he belongs to the cat cafe.) And having to 'forcefully' act as a couple with Jisung isn't as appalling as he'd originally thought it out to be.

She leaves with a hurried goodbye, realising she's going to be late to her girlfriend's reservation at a fancy restaurant downtown. Once again, Minho and Jisung watch another third wheel leave, allowing them to return to their bubble.

"Is this international meeting everyone you've lied to today??" Jisung questions, once the door closes.

Minho curls an eyebrow. "But you see Chan and Changbin everyday?"

Jisung chuckles, bumping Minho's shoulder with his own. "Shut up."

"I mean, it doesn't have to be a lie," Minho mumbles. It isn't said quite loud enough for Jisung to hear, but if his hyung only mumbles the words, it means it's important.

"Huh?"

Shaking his head, Minho returns to his laptop. "Nevermind.

"No, tell me," Jisung demands. He grasps Minho's jaw in his palm, forcing eye contact.

Heat rushes through Minho's ears and neck, but he doesn't make a move to break apart from the hold. "I was just joking, Ji."

"Well, I'm not," Jisung says blankly, seemingly unfazed by the situation. He continues to stare at Minho, waiting for his response. He really is beautiful. Jisung feels like Minho doesn't hear compliments about his beauty enough, but he's probably aware of his assets.

"We're in public," Minho states. That was truly his only protection for when he became brazenly flustered in front of others.

"And?"

"And you call me the pervert?"

The younger boy disassembles into a laugh, presenting his gummy, heart shaped smile. "We both know you're the pervert between us."

"But you like it."

"I guess I do, huh?" Jisung whispers, only meant for Minho to hear as his gaze shifts from one eye to another. The air is charged. The tension is palpable, lacing itself through their lips, allowing every word leaving their mouths to sound suggestive of what's to come.

"Mhm," Minho hums, dragging it out to a musical tone.

"Do we really have to play this game, hyung?" Their bodies both have turned towards each other, Jisung's free arm still threaded around Minho's waist.

Jisung's thumb starts playing with Minho's lower lip, and the elder smirks before diligently taking the digit to suck on. Jisung feels how Minho's tongue swirls around it, bringing him back to the drive-in movie. The rowling heat by his groin isn't helping the situation.

Pressing his thumb down at Minho's tongue, it compels a dimmed, strangled moan to reach the surface.

The raven haired boy smiles. "I don't think I'm the only one that's eager for the midterms to end, hm?"

Minho shakes his head, and Jisung hoists an eyebrow while he removes his now wet pollex so Minho can speak. He drags it across the elder's defined cheekbone, spit spreading with it.

"I can be patient," Minho affirms.

"Oh yeah?" Jisung's cocky demeanour is intoxicating. "Show me then."

Another swivel dominates Minho's pupils. "Just c'mere." He grabs a fist of Jisung's collar, lunging him forward as their lips clash to a kiss.

It doesn't go on for long, but it's enough to make Jisung successfully shut up for the rest of their tutoring session.