We fell in love | Minsung

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Sana was way too comfortable. Jisung couldn't even go to the bathroom without her around his bicep. He couldn't lie, she was insanely attractive. But he was gay, he liked men. Minho huffed every time she spoke, it's not like they made an effort to hide their relationship at all. So now it was his mission to show her who Jisung belonged to. Like today, all three were in the living room and squished way too close for comfort on the three-seater settee. Sana was persistent in sitting next to Jisung. "Babe, I wanna sit on your knee," Minho mumbled, pressing into his neck. Jisung gladly scooted away from her to scoop Minho into his lap. "Hand please," He smiled, spreading his fingers. Jisung clasped their fingers together, his free hand wrapping around his stomach and hiding beneath his shirt.

"You're so warm," Jisung pouted, pulling him flush against his chest. "Warm my hands please," Minho laughed and put both his hands under his shirt. "We need to go to college tomorrow, our reading week is over,"

"I don't wanna," Minho whined, spinning to his side to stuff his head into Jisung's neck. "I just wanna cuddle and watch movies with you," He continued, practically purring when Jisung gently caressed his back.

"I know," Jisung sighed, he knew he'd have to put his intimidating front back on when they went back. They had barely shown up in the first place, doing work from the comfort of Minho's bed.

"Can you just move in here? You're never at your dorm, and I have room in my room for your PC," Minho rambled, leaning into him.

"Ask your mam, less money for me to waste too," Minho got his phone out, quick to beg his mother. As expected she agreed, Jisung was basically her second child why would she say no? "Okay, weekend we'll sort everything out,"

"But it's Sunday, that's a whole week," He huffed, putting his feet up on the free side of the couch.

"It's okay, I'll be with you all week and in your clothes," Jisung chuckled, pulling Minho's head to be level with his. Minho blushed before licking his lips, leaning in slo--

"Jisungie, take me to the bathroom please, I forgot where it was," Jisung groaned, shaking his head no.

"Three days of me taking you to that bathroom? Are you fucking stupid? Go yourself," Jisung complained, not letting Minho pull away from their position. Sana huffed but got up and wandered off. Soonie trotted in and stole a seat on the loveseat, curling up on the cat blanket and falling asleep. Minho leant into his chest, the other helping him straddle his thighs. "Let's piss her off then go watch Tangled... please," Minho laughed and nodded, tracing his finger down his jaw before pulling him in by his chin. Jisung shut his eyes and pulled him in further, their lips clashing. Minho anchored one of his fingers in Jisung's hair, the other on his shoulder. Jisung held his hip, his other hand running up and down the length of his ass and upper thigh. If she didn't get the hint now, there was no saving her. Minho leaned against him, he couldn't be bothered to put in the effort so he let Jisung lead. He left the kiss, sucking his upper lip between his own, chewing it lightly. He knew fine well how weak that made Minho, the elder melting like putty in his hold. He whimpered lightly, the younger slipping his tongue through the gap.

"You're gay!" Sana yelped, watching her soon-to-be brother and mild crush make out on the couch.

"Was that not obvious?" Minho complained, leaning into his shoulder.

"No?"

"So the moaning from my room, the hickeys all over us after we come out the bathroom together and you thought he was straight?" Minho rolled his eyes, desperately trying not to poke them in.

"Well, I had a little hope," She shrugged, slumping on the farthest side from the couple.

"It's okay, but he's my boyfriend," He smiled, going to grab Soonie and pull Jisung up from the settee. "You have downstairs to yourself, Jisung wants to watch Tangled," Minho dismissed them both and they got comfy in Minho's bed. The elder curled up in front of Jisung as they spooned. Jisung put his hands up his shirt and held his stomach, as usual, running his fingers in small circles. Minho turned on Tangled, finally determined to watch it completely without staring at Jisung the whole time. Jisung rested his head on Minho's shoulder, humming and miming along to the script. It was up to Jisung's favourite scene, Rapunzel and Flynn were in the boat watching all the lanterns fill the sky.

"Is so pretty," Minho mumbled, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes large. Jiusng chuckled, rubbing his nose against the back of his neck.

"So are you," He muttered in response, kissing his shoulder. Minho giggled and snuggled back into him, the other pulling the fluffy blanket up to their shoulders. Jisung rubbed his stomach gently, the other smiling as he pulled Jisung's other hand to his mouth. He chewed on his knuckles, humming softly to himself. It was all going well until the scene of the Stabbington brothers and Rapunzel came on after the lights.

"Hannie, scary," He whined, hiding behind his palms.

"It's just a cartoon, darling," Jisung comforted, running his fingers in circles just below his belly button.

"Min is scared," Minho rolled over, face stuffed between Jisung's pecs.

"Shh, Sungie is here," Jisung cooed, running his fingers through his hair. "No one can get you when I'm here," he spoke softly, his tone hushed so only Minho could hear. He spent his time distracting Minho before the scene where Rapunzel is reunited with her parents. "Look, it's happy now," Jisung smiled, holding his cheeks and pecking his nose.

"Wan' kisth here, pease," Minho said quietly, putting his index finger to his lip. Jisung chuckled and pecked him. Minho thanked him before rolling over to watch the ending of Tangled.

"Wanna play with Sungie's paints after?" Jisung asked, recalling he had left his big art case there. Minho nodded and clapped, clambering out of the duvet and landing on the floor. Jisung went the the cupboard and dug out his paints and two small canvases he wasn't planning on using for actual art. Minho crouched on the floor, falling back over while pulling his blanket down.

"It's cold," He whined, crawling over and slotting himself in Jisung's lap. 

"I know, get all wrapped up for me," Minho nodded and cocooned himself, his forearms poking out the front so he could paint. 

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Jisung was splattered in colours. A red heart on his cheek, a blue line on his forehead. He looked like a clown. "Minho," He laughed, wiping green paint down his nose. 

"Hmm, Min is tired," He babbled a few more incoherent words, wobbling to his feet and sitting on the bed. Jisung picked up the canvases and moved them to the side so they could dry. Minho had made more cats whereas Jisund drew a small landscape, featuring Minho's purple handprint. 

"Let's go get cleaned up, yeah?" Jisung cooed, helping him to the bathroom. He sat him on the toilet and scrubbed his arms and face from the paint, kissing the red marks it left behind. While Jisung cleaned up himself he came up from little space, whining quietly. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, just really fucking tired. It's exhausting sometimes," Minho admitted, leaning into the sink. Jisung dried off and picked him up. 

"Come on, cuddle time," Jisung announced, placing him on the bed and kissing his forehead. Minho hummed and wrapped around him, pulling the blankets up to his nose.

"I love you, thanks for putting up with me," Minho rambled, head stuffed under his chin.

"I'll do anything for you, dummy," Jisung smiled, pecking the crown of his head, "I love you," He mumbled into his hair, brushing it down.

"We gotta be up early tomorrow, so goodnight and I love you so much," Minho yawned, getting comfy and turning the lamp off.

"Mhm, I love you more, goodnight,"