SEXT - minsung

the weekend rolled around quickly, the weekdays all blending into a blur for jisung. he woke up to the cold breeze that entered through his window that was left opened. the sun was peeking out from behind the other tall houses in the neighborhood. jisung groaned as he stretched still laying down on his bed, hating the fact he naturally woke up early even on days he didn't need to.

he rubbed his eyes, reaching towards his bedside table to look at his phone. he scrolled through the notifications he missed while he slept when he saw a few texts from minho:

it's pretty late but i've been thinking
of you

do you wanna hang out
around 1 pm today? i wanna
see you

jisungs face heated up, a jolt of energy running through his body as if he sobered up from a nonexistent hangover. it had been only two days since their small hangout that was meant for minho to apologize about his texts and they haven't talked since; not having a reason to for a little while. the texts were sent at 3 am, making jisung think it was just an impulsive decision.

he got out of his bed and stretched once more. his phone was still opened to minhos text, the previous panic from the past also displayed on his phone. he scrolled up a little, rereading the accidental sexts again. he knew it wasn't for him but the thought of minho saying these words were so clear in his mind.

he bit his lip as he read it, along with the recent one that also came off as some type of flirtatious manner. jisung couldn't deny he was attracted to minho after their hang out, knowing his sex life didn't make it better. he imagined minho in a ways he wouldn't dare to on his own if nothing was feeding his mind the ideas. he excused this attraction for his wish to become closer friends with minho, yet nothing could stop him from thinking of him as something more.

jisung felt a tent grow in his pants, rushing quick to the bathroom as he realized— the cold air creating goosebumps on his skin once he left his bed didn't help at all.  

"fuck— why is this happening?" jisung whisper yelled at himself once he locked the bathroom door and turned the shower on. be stripped to clean himself and calm down.

images of minho he envisioned from the few texts he sent flashed through his mind as the water hit his head soothingly: minho hovering over him as his hair fell forward and his hands roaming his torso; placing a hand on minhos cheek, cuffing it as he leaned it to whisper sweet nothings in his ear; jisung sitting on his lap to hear whimpers of pleasure and enjoyment; minho laying down with his arms up and fuckable eyes, almost begging for something to happen to him, anything.

jisung cursed silently as he reached his high, immediate guilt covered him because of how he just masturbated to someone he knew, someone who had no intentions to do anything with him, someone who wanted to be just friends, someone he might see in less that 10 hours. he stood in the shower longer, scrubbing his body multiple times as if he was cleaning his emotions and sinful thoughts away.

"come over?" jisung asked through the phone. minho had called him after he saw jisungs text saying he was free to hang out with him. he suggested that jisung come over to his house, nothing else planned other than to sit and talk.

"yeah, unless you wanna go out." minho responded. he crossed his fingers on his end and hoped jisung didn't want to go somewhere in public. he wanted to be alone with just him.

the previous night minho got high after a long streak of avoiding it. he grew frustrated at himself when he couldn't get his english partner out of his thoughts. his weed was the only thing that calmed him down however, it also made him text jisung his longing feeling for him. he didn't know whether to thank his loopy mind or to learn from it and never smoke again.

minho wasn't addicted— to an extent. he had the power to stop smoking when he needed to. he was in the process of quitting fully but he needed someway to punish himself when he hated himself. though it made him feel so good, he knew he was ruining his body which was enough to feel disgusted by it.

"w—we can just stay at your place." jisung stuttered. minho only giggled, in awe that the other boy could feel nervous about the thought of coming over.

"did you wanna work on the project or something..?" jisung asked.

minho was silent as he tried to decide what to say, "i—if you want! i did say i just wanted to see you again." he spoke.

"did you have something in mind other than the project?"

jisung wondered why minho suddenly just wanted to hang out. they were partners for a project, having one good and intimidate conversation over lunch. he thought minho had shared too much to let jisung roam free with his secrets; and to protect his reputation, he had to befriend him. like it was some unspoken rule, a rule he didn't want to follow but had to.

"just to talk..hang out. i have other things if you wanted to do that—"

"other things like what? drinking?" jisung cut him off before he could finish. minho protested, his voice getting louder in shock.

"w—well i have things available i—if you want."

jisung hummed, "what's next? do you have a stash of weed for us to smoke?" jisung teased. minho froze in place as he looked over at his closet where he hid everything. he felt ill thinking of what kind of person he was.

minho had shared he had a past with these substances in the restaurant with each other. jisungs face grew disgusted at the thought but didn't judge him for it. jisung never grew interested in trying it but wondered what if felt like to get lost in it. minho remembered jisungs hatred for them, telling himself to break his habits— ironically failing already last night.

"no, we don't have to do any of that if you don't want to! i just want you here."

"want me there?" jisung asked. he was confused by what minho was trying to convey. his words were so vague yet to the point and he didn't know how to take it. everything minho says we're so plain and nonchalant, making it difficult for jisung who didn't talk to much people, to know if it was meant in a casual and friendly way or amorous behavior.

"i'll pick you up in 10."