plugged in | minsung

part 15

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Minho pulled away first. The stars above had been caught and released in his eyes. Roses bloomed in flushed cheeks. They were still standing in each other's arms, Minho's hands by his sides and Jisung's wrapped around the older boy's waist. When he pulled away one hand to graze his fingers against Minho's, Jisung realised that Minho was shaking.

"Are you cold?" Jisung asked. Minho just blinked slowly.

He was the warmest he'd ever been. The cold had never been less of an issue; his skin was burning, hot to the touch.

"What was that? What just happened?" Minho asked.

Jisung tried to hide a blush. "It felt right."

Minho was still trying to gather his thoughts as Jisung noticed a light flicker off in the kitchen, and another one come on in it's place through a window in the room next door. He pulled away from Minho who barely seemed to notice.

Jisung reached the steps leading to the door that they had left from before and cocked his head. He angled himself to look back at Minho, who still hadn't moved.

"Aren't you coming?" Jisung pouted.

The kiss seemed to have given Jisung a new level of confidence. Minho glanced up at the boy, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, before he followed him up the steps. Before Jisung could enter, Minho pushed out one hand and held the door closed.

"Listen," he said, his voice low. "The boys in there... I've never cared about someone like this before. It might be weird for them, so I'm sorry if that makes it weird for you."

Jisung smiled. "Do you care about me?"

Minho's eyes darted back and forth as he started intently into Jisung's. For a moment, Jisung faltered, scared that the answer would be a surprising no. He started to worry that maybe the moment in the garden hadn't been what he thought it was.

But then a smile flowered across Minho's face and he was leaning down to brush his nose against Jisung's.

"Don't ask me why," Minho muttered. "But I really, truly do."

And then he stepped past the younger boy into the house. Jisung followed him through the kitchen, now dark and empty, into a living room next door.

It was light in here. There were lamps dotted around the room that spread a warm glow throughout. The glow extended to three boys, all sprawled across the sofas in the middle of the room. Someone had wrapped Jeongin up tightly like a Christmas present in swathes of blankets and there was a steaming mug in his hands. Hyunjin was curled up beside him. He was too busy staring at the youngest boy to realise Minho and Jisung had walked in.

"Minho!" called out one of the other boys, one of the two that Jisung didn't know.

He stood up as he said it. He was shorter than both Minho and Jisung but his presence made him seem taller. He reached out with one arm to pull Minho into an awkward hug and then stepped back to glance at Jisung. The boy still seated on the sofa craned his neck to stare Jisung out too.

"Chan," Minho said, leaning into the hug. "Guys, this is Jisung. He's... He's with me."

Jisung smiled, shy all of a sudden. He didn't need to be. Chan grinned and pulled him into a hug. Jisung felt toned muscles through thin clothes and let himself relax. There was something about Chan that felt reassuring. It could've been the way that Minho had smiled just from mentioning his name outside, or the fact that he smelled like he used the same shower gel as Minho. But Chan felt safe.