NOISE

13.

„Let's study", Jisung said finally, got onto his feet and turned around. „Jisung", Minho followed him and grabbed his arm, earning a glare from the younger one that punched the air out of his lungs. He swallowed, letting go of Jisung's arm. His heart was feeling heavy and he was frustrated. „Please", he whispered, barely noticeable.

„I don't know", Jisung answered, turning to the side to face him. „I regret doing it back then, but the fuck can I do about it now?" Minho nodded, the distance between him and Jisung was painfully small. He instinctively lifted his left arm and softly brushed over the back of Jisung's hand with his index finger. „I'm sorry for making it a big deal", he mumbled, his gaze drifting to Jisung's lips.

„Fuck it", he heard Jisung groan and remarked a hand on his throat that pushed him back onto the bed. Jisung was straddling him, climbing on the edge of the bed, pushing Minho further into the sheets, lips clashing. A soft, surprised moan escaped Minho's throat in between the rough and feverish kisses. He was clinging onto Jisung's shirt with one hand, trying to hold onto it for dear life, while his other hand was grabbing the younger one's neck, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.

They broke away for a second, hot breath fanning over each others lips. Minho's cheeks turned into a soft strawberry pink, matching the color of his lips and he felt Jisung's thumb rub over his bottom lip, caressing his skin down his jaw line. „What the fuck are you doing to me?", he panted, applying slight pressure on Minho's throat, making him moan softly once again before letting go of him completely. He was sitting on Minho's lap, staring down at him while Minho was still holding onto his shirt. Minho was blinking at him, still trying to comprehend what just happened. All he knew was that he wanted more of it. He wanted more of the warmth that filled him completely whenever Jisung touched him, he wanted more of Jisung's lips, he just wanted more.

„I didn't do anything", Minho mumbled, letting go of Jisung's shirt, in fear of making Jisung get off of him. He put his weight on his elbows and smiled shyly. Jisung was still panting, still straddling him and Minho still didn't want this moment to end. „We could skip studying and just make out all night", Minho joked boldly, but he could have sworn to see pigments of lust and desire in Jisung's eyes. The younger one leaned in, making Minho's heart do back flips in his chest. „I passed my test, so we could", he grinned, placing a peck on Minho's lips, making him giggle embarrassed. His eyes wandered to Jisung's neck, fighting the urge to leave a hickey right there and then. Jisung cupped his face, softly caressing his cheeks, running his fingers from his jawline to his neck, finding his way into his hair. His grip tightened and he tugged at Minho's hair, making him look up. Another soft moan escaped Minho's lips, making Jisung smirk satisfied.

Minho raised his hand and gently caressed Jisung's cheek with his index finger, making his way over the fading bruise under his eye. He wrapped his hand around Jisung's neck and pulled him into another kiss. Regardless of what everyone else said, he felt safe with Jisung. He laid back onto the bed, Jisung following his movement and leaning in, not separating their lips once. Jisung was tugging at Minho's sweater, only breaking away from him to pull it over his head, exposing his chest and a silver necklace. Jisung slipped out of his shirt before his lips found their way back to Minho's, immediately closing the distance like magnets that weren't meant to be separated.

He was feeling Jisung's lips find their way down his jawline and neck, brushing over his collar bones and chest, making sure to leave nothing untouched. Soft, uncontrollable moans escaped Minho's throat whenever Jisung hit a sensitive spot, leaving marks all over his skin.

Minho slipped two fingers under Jisung's necklace, tugging at it, pulling him back up and connecting their lips again. He was running his fingers through blue hair, his other hand caressing Jisung's bare chest, making the younger one moan into the kiss. „Fuck", he panted against Minho's lips as they break away from each other to catch a breath. Minho grinned, his crescent eyes were shining in the dark. „Wanna stay the night?", Minho offered recklessly, confirming what Seungmin had said earlier that day. Did he give a fuck about it? Absolutely not. He wanted Jisung, in whatever way Jisung allowed it.