On Track | MINSUNG

It was mid-afternoon when Minho woke up, fingers gently carding through his hair. It was warm here, cuddled in bed with his hair being played with. It felt safe, and Minho kept his eyes closed, snuggling closer to Jisung, tucking his head into his shoulder.

For a moment, Minho couldn't remember why they were still in bed this late, with the watery winter Sun streaming through the windows. But then it hit him. Jisung feeling empty and unloved. Minho crying. Jisung crying. Hiding in the corner.

The humiliation, the guilt, the shame.

It all rushed back at high speed, and Minho pulled away, sitting up.

Jisung looked at him, his eyes widening. 'What's wrong?'

'Do you--do you forgive me? For earlier?' Are we okay? Is our relationship okay?

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, come back.'

Minho curled back into Jisung's side, noticing his phone in his hand. Probably telling everyone about this morning. It was strange, how feeling like shit made Minho want to be the little spoon, how feeling like a horrible person made Minho want to be held and looked after.

Jisung resumed stroking Minho's hair, opening his Instagram messages with his other hand. 'Look how much fun San had.'

Jisung tilted his screen towards Minho, showing loads of voice messages. It reminded Minho of San's weirdness at the party. It also reminded Minho of what day it was: the twenty-fith. Christmas Day. He'd have to give Jisung his present at some point when they got up.

'What was with San yesterday?' Minho asked. 'He seemed pissed with Wooyoung.'

'San's been refusing to tell Wooyoung about his kinks because he thinks Wooyoung will, like, think he's fucked up and leave him. But then yesterday he accidentally sent a screenshot of his BDSM test results to Wooyoung.'

Minho remembered Wooyoung looking at BDSM test results, which he'd thought nothing of. It was sad to think San hadn't planned to tell Wooyoung. Minho couldn't imagine what it was like to find out your boyfriend's kinks through an accidental text. 'What happened? I can't imagine Wooyoung leaving him.'

'They went home and talked about it. Like, Wooyoung's house, since San's staying with him right now, which was why he was so stressed yesterday. Don't know why he thought ignoring Wooyoung was the best thing to do, but San can be so fucking stupid sometimes. But yeah, anyway, San tried to go to bed straight away when they got in, but Wooyoung made them talk, and it turns out Wooyoung's also kinky as shit.'

'I mean. Are we surprised? Literally just look at Wooyoung. You can't tell me he's vanilla.'

'The best bit is how Wooyoung matches with nearly all of San's kinks. It's actually funny to think about.'

Minho smiled. 'I'm glad they've worked it out. Wooyoung didn't seem happy with San last night. I assumed they'd had a fight or something.'

'I'd be upset if you ignored me all night, too. No, but yeah, San went into panic mode and decided to ignore the problem. Felix and I literally said he could just go with it and pretend he'd meant to send the screenshot, but I think he's got a lot of shame around his kinks.'

'Yeah.' Minho had discovered his kinkiness early on in his relationship with Yoonbum, but had never been exposed to any kink shaming other than what his dad said, and Minho had never given any value to anything his dad said. So he'd been open with Yoonbum, and although Minho wouldn't say he was proud, necessarily, of his kink identity, he wasn't ashamed, either.

Jisung put his phone down, passing Minho his water bottle. 'You should drink something.'

Minho took it gratefully, taking large sips. He made sure to leave plenty for Jisung, and handed it back. Jisung finished it, putting it on the bedside cabinet.