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There are only about 3 songs left until the concert is finally over and Minho can get back to the hotel, and just maybe get to spend some alone time with Jisung. Not that he's been thinking about hanging out with him for the entire concert or anything.
Definitely not.
He’s only been a little sad about not being able to wake up to the boy hovering over his face, singing him good morning every day. But he loves being on tour and being able to see their fans from all across the world. So he would sacrifice his little morning moments with Jisung for a short while to be here.
It's not like they don't still see each other every day while on tour. They are still constantly together. Whether with all the other members or just hanging out in their hotel rooms and watching something on a laptop, they are still attached at the hip.
But it's those little homey moments with Jisung that Minho misses that he just can’t get while staying away from Korea. So he makes the most of the time he can get with him. And definitely does not constantly think about when the next time they can hang out outside of group excursions and away from the eyes of the cameras.
Definitely not.
🎤😏
It's about 10 minutes until the group is supposed to go on stage for their encore performance before ending the concert. Everyone is backstage, either doing their normal warm up activities or talking amongst themselves.
Minho is just getting out of the restroom when he has the brilliant idea to go bug his favorite little chipmunk cheeked boy about whether he wants to watch a movie back at the hotel with him later.
Stepping out of the corridor into the more open space, Minho notices that Jisung was already enveloped in a conversation with Jeongin. Not that it mattered, though. He would still interrupt them in order to be able to pester Jisung.
As he gets closer to the two of them, Minho notices that Jisung seems to be playing around with his mic and yelling random things into it. He giggles at the action and continues walking towards him.
“Jisung-ahhh,” Minho sings loudly to get his attention over the roars of the crowd waiting.
Jisung swiftly spins around from where he was facing towards Jeongin, still with the mic at his mouth.
Gulp
The mic was not just at his mouth; it was ON his mouth, practically in his mouth.
Alright, this is 100% normal. Minho sees him with a mic at his mouth literally ALL the time.
So why has he stopped in his tracks with his jaw almost to the floor? Well, that's between Minho and the little devil on his shoulder.
Minho won't admit this, but the little devil sure as hell will.
He's thinking about how Jisung’s lips look stretched around almost half of the mic head and how he is slightly hollowing his cheeks in a way that drives Minho just a little crazier. The mic would be about the same size as hi-
“Hyung?” Jisung pulls him out of his thoughts just as they were about to go a little too wild. “You okay there? It looks like you just saw a ghost,” he giggles as he closes the distance between them to look at Minho in his still shell-shocked state.
“Yeah, why do you look so shocked, hyung?” Jeongin joins in and laughs along with Jisung.
The second voice seems to startle Minho out of his state and make him stutter out an answer to the both of them.
“I-I um was…I just remembered something, and it spooked me a bit. That's all, “ he nervously laughs out the last part to try to play off the best he can, so the guys don't think anything of it. By some miracle, they don't ask any more questions and just laugh it off and call him weird, per usual.
Phew, thank goodness.
He lets out a sigh of relief and tries to remember the reason why he even came over here in the first place while the two continue their conversation. OH right! Movie. Jisung. Hotel. Jisung’s mouth.
What
That is not why he came over here, but it sure as hell is all he's thinking about now.
Huh, interesting.
Minho chooses to slot that thought in his “for later” folder in his brain and get back to the plans he wants to make with Jisung.
“Oh, uh, Jisung?” Minho interrupts the pair talking once again, but actually plans to get his idea across this time.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Jisung turns to look at him again. Thank everything he doesn’t have that mic at his mouth again.
“I was just wondering if you'd want to watch a movie or some anime with me once we get back to the hotel,” Minho manages to get out the question without looking at the younger's mouth. Somehow.
Jisung crosses his arms and puts one hand up to his chin like he needs to make a super difficult decision. He hums and taps his chin with his pointer finger for a couple of seconds before breaking into a fit of giggles.
“I'm just joking, hyung. Of course I'd want to do that. We haven’t watched any anime in a little while, so that sounds really nice,” he says with his signature gummy smile plastered on his face that just makes Minho melt.
“Okay, great! Do you want to just go straight to my room after we get back?” Minho replies while still trying to keep his eyes off his lips. Which is extra difficult at the moment because of his favorite smile in the world currently on them.
“Oh, yeah, sure, I can just shower in your room?” he asks. “Don’t want to be stinky all over your bed or anything,” he giggles while waiting for Minho’s answer.
If he giggles one more time, Minho might just pass away on the spot.
“Of course you can,” Minho answers with a soft smile on his lips.
The three of them turn at the sound of the stage manager telling all of the boys to get ready to go back any second now.
They all start walking up the stairs to get to the stage and finish out their concert.
“Were backkkkk," Chan singsongs as the opening notes on Chk Chk Boom (Festival Ver.) start playing from the speakers.
🎤😏
Once the last song ends and the boys say their goodbyes and thank yous to STAY, they are already heading backstage to pack up and leave. Minho just wipes his face off a little bit and grabs all his bags, and is ready to go. He heads to the back door to stand and wait for the other members that he's supposed to carpool back to the hotel with. Seungmin, Felix, and Jeongin.
While waiting for the last boy to come out, Seungmin, Minho peeks his head into the room to see if he's almost ready. Just as he’s about to yell for Seungmin to hurry up, he catches a glance of said boy play fighting with Changbin. He’s playfully hitting Changbin’s arm while the older just yells for him to stop. He obviously doesn’t stop, and ends up getting his head trapped between Changbin's bicep and forearm. The funny thing, though, is that Seungmin looks happy as can be while trapped there. He's giggling and trying to grab at Changbin's arm to let him go, but it really doesn’t seem like he wants to go anywhere.
Minho turns his body back outside so he doesn’t have to witness any more of whatever type of foreplay that was. Ew. But he does plan on using that moment against Seungmin, that's for sure.
He yells for Seungmin from outside the door with a loud, “Let’s go already, Seungmin,” and it seems to work very quickly because Seungmin is then walking right past him into the waiting van.
“What do you mean, hyung? I’m already here,” he smirks at Minho, just to piss him off a little more.
“Oh shut up,” Minho says while climbing in last into the van and waiting for the door to close.
🎤😏
About 5 minutes into the car ride, Minho decides to speak up about what he saw earlier, just to pester Seungmin.
“So, Seungmin-ah, you looked quite happy earlier that I was afraid I’d be interrupting if I had said something,” Minho says with a smirk while turning to look at the culprit.
Seungmin immediately tenses up, but also gives a confused look back at Minho.
“When exactly are we talking about, hyung? I’m always happy, so I'm not quite sure what you're talking about,” Seungmin says while putting his hands up on each side of his face and rapidly blinking, trying to look cute.
“Oh cut the bullshit. I’m talking about just a few minutes ago when you looked happy as a clam wrapped up in Changin's bicep,” Minho catches the moment the devious glint in Seungmin's eyes turns serious, but continues, “Care to explain that?” Minho’s smirk is still plastered on his face when Seungmin starts trying to get a response out.
“That was…um- was.. We were just messing around. Okay?” Seungmin replies and huffs back into his seat.
“Oh, yeah, I could tell you guys were messing around, alright,” Minho’s smirk grows wider.
“HuhH?!!?” Seungmin exclaims with anger written all over his face. It doesn’t last long, though, because soon, Seungmin is also smirking, seemingly thinking of something to reply.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be one to talk, lover boy~~,” Seungmin practically hums the last part so quietly that Minho almost doesn’t hear it.
Minho’s expression immediately turns to confusion as he asks, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t act all confused, Mr. “Oh, I can’t wait to hang out with Jisung,” Seungmin clasps his hands together and sways his body while smiling brightly. If this is supposed to be an impression of Minho, it's horrible.
“What are you talking about???” Minho looks genuinely confused now and really does want to know what he means by this.
“I’m talking about the fact that you should be the last person to come for anybody for flirting with someone else,” he says with an annoyed tone and continues, “Not that we were flirting or anything,” he nervously laughs.
"I'm still lost,” Minho says, now fully turned around to look at Seungmin.
“Ughhh. Minho, how stupid are you?” Minho's expression twists at the offensive question. “It is literally the most obvious thing in the world that you are in love with Jisung,” Seungmin states like it's a fact.
Minho goes to start saying how stupid a statement that is, but no words come out. He doesn’t think that it's true, but he also doesn’t know what to say in his defense. He just decides to turn back towards the window next to him and huff into his seat.
“Cat got your tongue, Minho-hyung~,” Seungmin says with the smirk still evidently on his face based on his tone.
“I-...I- uh, shut up, you don’t know anything, Seungmin,” Minho spits out just to get Seungmin to stop talking.
“Whatever you say, hyung,” his tone is no longer edged with spite, and now almost sounds like pity.
Minho chooses to sink further into his seat cushion and tries to cancel out any other conversations that go on for the remainder of the car ride.
🎤😏
As soon as the van pulls to a halt in front of the hotel the group is staying at, Minho opens the door and jumps out, immediately heading inside to try to get to his room faster.
Once he closes the door to his room, he goes to his bed and face plants straight into the soft comforter, groaning.
What is going on? Why can’t he stop thinking about what Seungmin said? Oh, and just in time, his “for later” folder decides to chuck the thought of Jisung’s lips straight back at him. Because of course it does.
He continues to groan into his bed, when he gets a notification from his phone. He dramatically swings his arm onto the bed to feel around for where his phone had gotten thrown earlier when he originally fell onto it. Once he finds it, he brings it to his face and immediately springs up from his lazy position on the bed.
Jisungie~~
11:47
Minhooooooo
we just got here
im on my way to your room
wait
should I get snacks from the store in the lobby?????
or wait, do you already have snacks??
Hyungggg oh nooo the store is closed 😢
oh well, hopefully you have some snacks😼
im hungryyyyyyyyyyy
Minho smiles as he reads the messages coming through from Jisung at rapid speed and starts typing out a response.
Me
11:49
I have some snacks that you can munch on sungie
Don’t worry, you will not go hungry tonight on my watch🫡
Jisungie~~
11:50
yayyy
thank you hyung🥹
you're the best
Me
11:50
Hah, tell me something I don't know😼
Jisungie~~
11:51
oh shut up before I take it back
im almost at your door btw
Barely 10 seconds after the last message comes through, Minho hears a light knocking on his door.
“Hyungieeeee,” Jisung sings from outside Minho’s door. “Let me in already, I wants snacksss,” Minho scoffs at that but still goes over to the door to let him in.
“That’s all I am to you??” Minho tries to look hurt at what Jisung had said, but he’s a very bad actor, “just a man that can provide food for you? Nothing else?” Minho dramatically puts the back of his hand against his forehead and leans his head back.
“Yep, now MOVE,” Jisung shoves past the older and jumps straight onto Minho's bed, where he was lying not even 20 seconds ago.
“So much for not getting my bed all stinky, Jisung-ah,” Minho scoffs, but there's no heat behind it.
“Oh shit, sorry hyung, my legs are just so tired, and I needed to lie down for a second,” he shoots up from Minho's bed and starts walking towards the bathroom. “I’ll only be a couple minutes in the shower. Feel free to start whatever anime you want,” Jisung says and closes the bathroom door.
Once the shower turns on, Minho starts frantically trying to get the snacks and his laptop ready for when Jisung comes back out. He’s trying really hard not to think about everything that happened early, and just about what anime the two of them should watch, but it's pretty hard not to.
He manages to get a bunch of snacks out for Jisung by the time the bathroom door swings open, but he forgot to pick an anime. Jisung comes out of the bathroom and walks to where Minho is sitting on the bed.
Minho hasn’t even turned to look at him when he starts to ask, “Are these enough snacks for you Ji-” he stops talking the moment he turns from looking at the assortment of junk food items laid across his bed.
The only things Jisung has on him are boxers and a towel. Except the towel is just sitting around his neck, and the boxers, well, they're covering what they should be. Except they are not covering nearly enough of Jisung's body for Minho to act normally.
It's not like Minho hasn’t seen Jisung in only underwear or only a towel before; he sees this all the time, living with him and all. Hell, he's even seen him naked once or twice. It's just that for some reason this specific moment heats up the tips of Minho’s ears and turns his cheeks a rosy color. Whether it's because the light of the hotel room is making the water droplets falling down his chest glimmer a bit, or the fact that Jisung is now smirking at him- WAIT SHIT
“See something you like, hyung?” Jisung brings his hand to the side of his torso, where he just recently got a new large tattoo. “Wait, actually though, do you like my new tattoo, hyung?” he’s no longer smirking and is just looking expectantly at Minho.
“Uh-um..Yeah, it looks great Sung-ah,” he stutters out.
“You really think so, hyung?” Jisung has that same sparkle in his eye when he gets really happy about something. “I had hoped you would like it when I got it,” Jisung giggles a bit.
“Huh? Really? Why’d you think that?” Minho wonders.
“Dunno, just thought that you had a pretty happy reaction to the last one I got, and thought you’d like this one too,” Jisung replies while still swiping his hands over the tattoo.
“Oh, yeah, I was just pretty surprised by it, but I really like that one, and this new one, of course,” he lets out a little sigh of relief he was holding in, because for a second, it almost sounded like he had gotten the tattoo just for him. But that's a ridiculous thought, so of course it's not true.
They stay in silence for a moment longer until Jisung starts speaking again, “Oh, um, yeah, those snacks look pretty good, hyung. I could eat all of them, I'm so hungry,” he gives Minho a big smile and walks towards Minho’s suitcase to grab a pair of sweats to wear. “Did you pick an anime for us to watch?” he says while pulling his legs through the grey sweats he picked, turning towards Minho.
Oh shit. He hadn’t picked an anime yet. He got the website pulled up, but never chose what to watch. ‘Idiot,’ he thinks to himself. Minho decides that the best thing to do is just click on a random one on the home screen and say he had picked one.
“Yep, I sure did. Is this alright with you?” he turns his laptop towards where Jisung is standing a couple feet away from the bed.
Jisung looks down at the laptop and his eyes go a bit wide, “Oh. I didn’t know you liked bl, hyung; we've never watched it together,” Jisung laughs, but he seems a little nervous.
Wait. What. bl? HE CHOSE A BL?!?!?!?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS??? Yes, this is 100% serious, and he definitely chose to watch a bl with the guy that's been making him question whether his feelings for the other are really only platonic for the past couple hours, because of course he did.
Just his luck.
Minho nervously laughs before answering the younger, “Heh, uh, yeah, I love bl, you know, gay rights and all, yay,” he says before realizing how stupid of a comment that was, “Shit sorry that was random. Well, I mean, I am gay, so I guess it’s not that random for me to say, but like um-” Minho would’ve kept rambling on, if not for Jisung interrupting him.
“Wait, hold on, YOU’RE GAY???!!!?!!?,” Jisung exclaims while walking right in front of Minho.
“You didn’t know??” Minho exclaims too.
“NO, I definitely did not know you were gay, hyung,” Jisung is now sitting next to Minho on the bed, looking bewildered.
“Actually? I thought like everyone knew. Well, not everyone, but like all of the members and staff. How did you not know Sungie?” He giggles a bit at the end because he genuinely finds it funny how the person he's closest to in this world didn’t know he was gay. Absolutely shocking.
It seems like Jisung is a little sad now when he answers, “I don’t know, you never told me you were, and I couldn’t really tell.”
“Oh shit, Sung-ah, I’m sorry I never told you, I just assumed everyone already knew, including you,” Minho scoots closer to Jisung to lift his chin from where it was tucked into his chest.
“It’s alright, I guess it kinda is my fault for not figuring it out though, being your best friend and all,” he tries to laugh, but he doesn’t seem to find much humor in it.
“No, I should have told you. It was wrong for me to assume you knew. I'm sorry, Sungie,” he wraps his arm around Jisung’s bare shoulders and pulls him closer.
After a moment, Jisung’s head pops up from where it was leaning against Minho’s shoulder.
Jisung seems to come to a realization, “Wait, so that's why Chan-hyung was laughing at me earlier.”
“Huh?? What are you talking about?” Minho asks.
“Its actually a funny story now, hyung,” Jisung laughs and continues, “So basically, earlier I was talking to Channie about how I have the biggest crush on you, but was sad that nothing could ever happen because you’re straight and would never like me, and then he just started laughing at me,” Jisung rambles, and giggles at the last part. Not even a millisecond after he started giggling, he realizes what he had just said and puts a hand over his mouth to stop himself from admitting anything else.
what. WHAT?? Alarms start going off in Minho’s head the moment he also realizes what Jisung had just said. Jisung likes him. Jisung likes him.
“You what?” Minho says as calmly as he can while he is absolutely losing it on the inside.
Jisung is no longer looking at Minho, and seems to be completely avoiding his turning towards him at all.
“Jisung-ah, please repeat what you just said a second ago. Please.” Minho manages to turn Jisung so that he is looking at him again.
“I..I..I-um..I..like you, Minho-hyung,” it's barely above a whisper, but Minho easily hears what he said in the silent room.
“You do?” Minho gently asks the boy, currently with his knees up to his chest.
“Yeah….I do,” Jisung looks up and makes eye contact with Minho before lifting his head fully from where it was half tucked behind his knees and smiles at Minho. Not his usual bright gummy smile, but a smile with just as much warmth radiating from it as usual, if not more.
The smile on Minho’s face is also radiating warmth, matching Jisung's, and he realizes in this very moment, that he undeniably, 100%, no doubt-
“I like you too, jagiya,” Minho giggles.
Jisung’s smile grows wider in an instant, his signature gummy smile finally making an appearance. “Really, hyung? You do?” he asks, even though Minho had just said it. Maybe he needs to get his ears checked.
Minho giggles at his response and nods his head, “Yeah, bug, I do.”
Jisung leans back to where he was previously against Minho’s shoulder, but before he could lay his head back down, Minho is grabbing his face with both of his hands and bringing it an inch away from his own.
“Can I kiss you, Jisung?” Minho gently asks the younger, who was a bit surprised by the sudden action at first, but is now very happy that it happened. “Please let me, I don’t think I’ll sur-”
Jisung shuts Minho up by slamming their lips together. Minho can feel Jisung’s smile against his own and goes to giggle because of how happy he is, but the moment his mouth opens, Jisung is sticking his tongue into it. Oh. Jisung’s tongue tangles with Minho’s as they continue to kiss, before breaking away for a moment.
“Holy shit, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” Jisung breaths out while also trying to catch his breath after sucking Minho’s face for the past 60 seconds.
“Me too, well, I mean I've been a little extra obsessed with your lips as of recently,” he giggles, “but yeah, I guess I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while,” Minho gets out while also trying to catch his breath.
Jisung looks a little confused and asks, “What do you mean as of recently???”
“Oh,” Minho’s eyes go a bit wide, like he was just caught for something he shouldn’t have said, but he thinks ‘welp, I might as well tell him,’ and giggles again and continues talking, “I also have a funny story for ya, Sung-ah. So remember earlier when you were messing around with your mic, and you had turned around when I called you with it in your mouth?”
Jisung looks confused as to why he’s bringing up this specific moment from earlier, but answers, “Yeah, I do, why, hyung?”
“Okay so basically when you turned around I saw you with it in your mouth, the very first thing I thought of was how obscene your lips looked stretched around the mic, and then how your cheeks were slightly hollowed….and finally,” he doesn’t exactly want to admit this, but he must, “how the mic head is about the same size as my…um,” he nods his down to motion towards where he’s talking about, and the moment he looks up again, Jisung is biting his lip trying not to laugh. But to no avail, he lasts about 2 seconds before he’s doubled over laughing into his hands, covering his blushing face.
After about 10 seconds of only laughing, Jisung gets up from where he was leaning over and looks straight at Minho, a devious smile still plastered on his lips. “So you’re telling me that you got so turned on by me having a stupid mic slightly in my mouth, that you couldn’t stop thinking about my lips and kissing me for the rest of the day,” he gets out while trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, that’s correct,” Minho groans and whispers out a small, “among other things,” after.
“Huh? What was that? I didn’t quite hear you?” the chipmunk cheeked boy asks with a hand going to the back of his ear to catch whatever Minho will say. If he’s not joking, maybe he really does need to get his ears checked.
“I said ‘among other things’,” Minho groans, but Jisung smirks and nods for him to continue.
“I wasn’t just thinking about how your lips looked, or how bad I wanted to kiss them. I was thinking about how bad I wanted to see them wrapped around my dick, rather than that stupid mic,” Minho somehow manages to admit.
The smirk on Jisung's face grows wider, “Alright for one: jeez, what did that mic ever do to you?” he giggles, “and two: I think I might be able to grant your wish,” he nods suggestively at the visible tent in Minho’s pants.
Oh. When did that happen?
Before he can even respond, Jisung is pushing Minho down so that he is laying against the bed and his hands are flying to the buttons of his jeans.
“Wait, wait, baby, are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to, I was just saying what I was imagining,” he laughs out, but looks up to see Jisung staring right into his eyes, licking his lips.
“If I don’t have your dick on my tongue in the next 30 seconds, I might die. So yes, I'm very sure I want to do this, hyung,” he says so matter-of-factly that Minho doesn’t even know if he should say anything, and continues trying to get his jeans open and off his legs.
The moment Minho’s jeans and underwear, along with them, are thrown across the room, Jisung’s mouth is on him.
“Holy fucking shit, Jisung,” Minho moans while his hands fly to grip the boy's hair. His mouth feels so warm, enveloping almost his entire length from the moment it gets around the shaft. Minho is trying not to moan too loudly because of the fact that they are in a hotel, with others staying just on the other side of the thin walls. Against his attempts at staying quiet, the moment he glances down and gets a glimpse of Jisung bobbing his head up and down his length, taking him almost the entire way every single time, he lets out a loud whimper that the people in the room next to him most definitely must have heard. But he couldn’t care less at this point, because it just felt too fucking good.
“If you keep up this pace, I’m gonna cum in the next like 10 seconds,” he pleads with the boy to slow down a bit so he doesn’t lose it.
At that, all Jisung does is look up between his bangs, slightly covering his eyes, to try to smirk and hum at Minho. The vibrations from his noises send Minho’s head flying back, hitting the headboard of the bed, moaning loudly. Jisung’s gonna be the death of him.
It only takes a few more bobs of his head for Minho to get close and start trying to pull Jisung’s head back.
“Jisung, if you don’t get off right now, I’m gonna cum down your throat,” he says to try to get him off.
To no avail, well maybe to Minho’s avail since he’s not exactly complaining, Jisung doesn’t stop, and he actually goes down further, taking Minho's entire length into his throat and humming around it.
This sends Minho overboard, and he braces his hands onto the back of the younger's head, cum shooting straight down Jisung's throat, loudest moan yet breaking through Minho’s lungs.
After a moment of just keeping his mouth around Minho's dick, Jisung comes off of the soft cock with a pop, licking his lips and smiling at Minho.
“That was fun,” Jisung says with a smirk on his lips. “Did I meet your expectations, hyung?” he asks while blinking curiously at Minho, who is still lying with his head against the headboard, eyes half open.
“So much better,” he laughs and sits up to pull Jisung into a kiss.
They spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms, going between making out and actually watching a bit of anime, as they had originally planned.
Jisung falls asleep in his arms, and only a couple of minutes later, Minho follows him into their deep slumber.
🎤😏
Minho is pulled out of his sleep by a loud knock at his door at 8:30 in the morning.
Ugh. Who would be bugging him this early in the morning?
The voice of none other than Kim Seungmin comes shouting through the door, “Lee Minho, I have a bone to pick with you!” he exclaims, continuing banging on the door.
It is at this exact moment that Minho realizes whose room is directly next to Minho’s.
“Shit,” he groans and pulls the covers back over his face, trying to plug his ears and go back to bed.