the value of his life | lmh + hjs

"You're always staring, do you wanna go out for a walk?" Minho wondered once he entered the room. Freshly out of the shower.

Jisung was found once again staring out the enormously wide window. He turned around, attempting not to falter at the sight of Minho wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his lower body. "No..." Jisung was unable to find his voice. "I just forgot how beautiful the beaches are," Jisung commented. "How much peace they bring," he added.

He ignored Minho's deep gaze following his tracks. "Anyway, I'm going to bed," Jisung quickly said, going for the covers to hide himself there.

A peaceful night alone with Lee Minho who keeps on insisting they're meant to be...Obviously, what could that mean?

Jisung had to save himself before the thought could occur to Minho. But, clearly, that thought was way ahead of Jisung this time and it always just so happens to be Minho who could think of it first.

Jisung feels the sudden shift of Minho's behind him. "Jisung-ah..." Minho called out quietly, leaning down to Jisung's ear. "You know, there was a reason why I wanted you to shower first, love," Minho hinted, and although Jissung was unable to look at the older, he could practically already imagine the smirk on Minho's face. With his deep enchanting gaze filled with lust.

Unconsciously, Jisung flipped the covers and he turned to look at Minho face to face. "Piece of shit, don't call me that!" Jisung demanded.

"What did I call you~?" Minho teased with an amusing smile.

"That ridiculous term," Jisung groaned in frustration.

Minho flinched in utter shock, "Why?...But you know," he halted his breath and slowly leaned in closer to Jisung's face so that their heads bumped together. "I do love you," Minho said. Much too deeply.

Jisung's eyes dilated at the premature confession. Minho has talked many times about their souls being meant for each other and all the bullshit about intertwining each other's feelings together...But to say the word love, to him. For each other, it was just morally wrong.

"You bastard! How could you possibly say that to me—" Minho seizes the opportunity to lock their lips together. Shutting Jisung's bewilderment with a luring kiss. 

Minho makes sure to take his time with the kiss this time. His lips faintly a step too slow over Jisung's distinct movement. Clearly, teasing Jisung's tempo. Annoyed by the lack of motion he's getting in return, Jisung grasps Minho's locks resulting in Minho's head to fall back harshly. Not a fan of the rush at all, Minho hisses under his breath and his eyes flicker open only to find Jisung already looking at him with pinched eyebrows. Unquestionably aggravated.

But who's to say Jisung isn't the only one?

With his hand still inside Minho's wet locks, his gaze is lowered by the dark eyes staring back at him. Jisung is stunned by the view of Minho. A thoroughly different type of annoyance mirrored through his eyes. Something about Minho's gaze and his mouth still occupied perpetrating against Jisung's own makes a profoundly intimidating feeling form in Jisung's chest.

An exotic sensation of desire.

Suddenly, Minho pushed Jisung back down on the mattress and opened his mouth wider by pulling his chin down so that he could deliberately slide his tongue roughly down Jisung's throat.

Caught by surprise, Jisung's eyes widened with brows raising up. The next second he's unable to find any air as Minho's tongue rawly thrusts his mouth numbly. "Mff—!" Jisung uncontrollably begins to hit Minho's chest violently to make Minho release him. 
But to no avail does Minho pull away. Unbothered, he continues to eat Jisung up.