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Minho is picking up the last piece of clothing when he sees it. The reason he was so worked up in the shower. Why he almost messed up the steps during his dance break twice today—which Hyunjin found absolutely hilarious.
Jisung's fucking belt.
Minho sucks in a breath, dropping the rest of the clothes, and picks it up gently—as if it could bite him. Or start yelling all of his depraved thoughts about his best friend back at him. Repeat all his whispered words from earlier in the shower, his whines and moans and his begging for Jisung to come to him. To love him back.
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Minho is in love and hides it well. At least until Jisung takes his breath away… literally.
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“Who is it about?”
Hyunjin's voice is incredibly soft, but that doesn’t soften the blow. He can’t—he could never tell them.
Jisung has always been sensitive. His brother used to make fun of him for that when they were younger, and Hyunjin did too, for a while. Until Minho's threats to stuff him full of tissues became a bit too real. But what Jisung is feeling now is not that, he's not just sensitive. He feels stripped raw, completely exposed, like someone peeled off his skin and muscle and bone until all that was left for them to see is his weary little heart, all beaten up and… aching.
He huffs a pitiful laugh and hopes no one notices the tears threatening to fall as he looks back to his laptop, pulling at his sleeves and fiddling with the controls. “No one, silly. Just… STAY, you know,” he manages to choke out, shoulders raising in what he hopes is a nonchalant shrug.
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Jisung writes Volcano and spirals about some things.
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"Sit, jagiya." Jisung slowly lowers him down onto the bed, not before pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "Let me take care of you."
And then he's on his knees, gently taking off Minho's shoes, hands slowly inching up to caress his calves, then his aching thighs. Jisung's gaze is unwavering, warm eyes tracing Minho's every move—how his throat works when he swallows, the flick of his tongue across his lips, the way his lashes flutter. Minho lets out a soft whimper, both from the pain and the tenderness with which Jisung is touching him.
"You work so hard, hyung," Jisung breathes, his hands now toying with Minho's waistband, working on unbuttoning his pants. "Always thinking of the others, taking care of us, of me. It's my turn now."
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Minho is in pain and Jisung takes care of him.