forty

Jisung pushed himself up and shifted around the bed, straddling his legs to sit on Minho's lap. Minho didn't move and observed him curiously, waiting for what he would do next.

He then buried one hand in Minho's wispy black hair while the other held onto his shirt. He playfully tugged his shirt and pulled him closer, and he saw Minho's eyes darken with lust.

However, Minho dared not to make a move and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Jisung bowed his head lower and lightly pecked Minho's lips before he deepened the kiss.

He parted his lips and their tongues connected, prompting Minho to wrap his hands around his back and pull him closer to his body.

Jisung was breathless when they ended the kiss, but he wasn't done yet. He wanted to play around with Minho some more and ended up kissing the side of his neck.

"You know... it's really hard to hold back when you're acting like this, Jisung."

He blushed. "Then don't hold back," he whispered, and Minho's eyes flashed. He drew in a breath, and then kissed Jisung impatiently, taking the lead.

Eventually, he pushed Jisung on his back and hovered over him, never once breaking the kiss. He was addicted to him and couldn't get enough, craving for more than just a kiss.

As soon as Jisung felt Minho's hands encase his wrists, he tensed up and opened his eyes abruptly. This feeling seemed too familiar - it was exactly just like that incident in the alleyway.

He did his best to hide his trepidation, but it didn't take long for Minho to catch on. Their gazes met, and he saw raw fear in Jisung's eyes.

Minho's eyes narrowed and he ended the kiss, sitting up and letting go of him. "I don't think that was a good idea," he said and frowned.

Jisung knew what he was referring to and couldn't help but hate himself. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn't he just ignore his stupid fear?

Tears of frustration pricked at his eyes and he held them back with some difficulty. The last thing he wanted was to start crying in front of Minho. "I won't push you away again. Just... go on," he said too quickly without thinking.

"There's no need to force things," Minho said calmly, his thumb moving over Jisung's cheek in a circular motion as he cupped his cheek with one hand.

"It would be easier if you just told me what's wrong. There has to be a reason why you are reacting this way."

Jisung sighed deeply and avoided looking at Minho. "I got reminded of a certain incident, that's all." He pulled the blanket closer and hugged it to his chest.

"What certain incident are you talking about?" He asked, but got no response in return. "Jisung? Won't you tell me?" He asked again, his dark eyes watching Jisung inquiringly.

Until now, he had avoided Minho's question, but he knew that he was persistent and would never stop till he gets an answer, so he braced himself for a discussion.

"It's just that alleyway incident that happened between Hyunjin and I," he muttered. "I guess being in a position where I'm trapped and unable to move triggers my fear."

Minho didn't say anything for a while and the silence in the bedroom became tense. When Jisung finally gathered the courage to lift his head, he flinched.

Terrifying red eyes glared at him - an aggressive scowl having appeared on Minho's face. "That despicable piece of shit. He really deserved to go to hell," he snarled furiously.

Jisung sighed and had to admit that he agreed with him, but another part of him convinced him that it was all his fault. If he had just not been so naïve and trusted Hyunjin so easily then he probably wouldn't have been in that type of situation.

Minho observed him for another moment, trying to read him. He was aware that Jisung was in an unstable state right now; he could feel it. Cautiously and very slowly, he put his arms around Jisung and embraced him loosely so he wouldn't panic.

"Try to calm down now," he whispered to his ear in a soft tone. Jisung leaned into him and curled his body up against his chest. "Can we stay like this?" He mumbled, but Minho heard him regardless.

"I don't mind," he answered, leaning back to get comfortable. They remained like this for long until Jisung was starting to feel sleepy again. He kept his eyes closed and exhaled deeply.

Minho's actions had never failed to surprise him once again. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought that Minho was an angel rather than a demon.

To be continued...

holy shart I can't believe that I wrote something like this

I literally couldn't write this without feeling cringe every second

But on the other hand, I wanted this chapter to somewhat give a message that it's not always sexual tension which creates a 'stronger relationship' between people :)

Being there for them and comforting them when they need it is enough hskjahkah