The group chat || Minsung

~seventeen~

Hello loves, sorry for the shortttttttt chapters. Since school started I've been more tired and busy. School is just strict and I have 5 books to fill! I'm not so happy. I wish school stopped, I don't give a fuck about education.
I hope everyone is doing well!
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~third pov~

They all walked down the road, pointing at stores. They went in some of them but not all!

"I'm sorry to just say this but, don't you think there's something going on with Hyunjin and Felix." Chan suddenly said.

"No? They seem normal to me." Minho said. Some agreed with him.

"Actually.. never mind-" Han stopped speaking and shook his head.

"Tell us," Seungmin smiled.

"I can't. It's their thing to say"

"Okayyyy" Jeongin slowly said. They ignore Hyunjin and Felix subject and talk about something else instead.

Some hours passed by already.

"It's so late!" Changbin looks at the time. They agreed with him and wanted to go home.

"I'm staying out," Han nodded. They smiled at him.

"Call me if you need anything." Chan said. Han nodded and looked back. They were walking off.

~Hans pov~

I climb up a building to the top, coming on the roof. As I sit here with one foot on either side of the ledge, looking down from twelve stories above the streets, I can't help but think about suicide. Not my own. I like my life enough to want to see it through. I'm more focused on other people, and how they ultimately come to the decision to just end their own lives. Do they regret it? In the moment after letting go and the second before they make impact, there has to be a little bit of remorse in that brief free fall. Do they look at the ground as it rushes toward them and think, "Well, crap. This was a bad idea."

Somehow, I think not. I think about death a lot. I have no plans to scale off this roof. I didn't account for how cold it would be up here, though. It's not unbearable, but it's not comfortable, either. At least I can see the stars. Dead fathers and exasperating roommates and questionable eulogies don't feel so awful when the night sky is clear enough to literally feel the grandeur of the universe. I love it when the sky makes me feel insignificant. I like tonight. Well... let me rephrase this so that it more appropriately reflects my feelings in past tense. I liked tonight.

I did have to get up though. I hop down and wipe my hands across my jeans.

~1 hour later~

I went to Minho's bedroom to see if he was still awake.

"Still awake?" I ask. He nods. I change into a pair of shorts.

"Fuck?"

"Thought we needed a break on fucking today?~" I teased him.

"I said that yesterday, it's 1AM." He says. I smile.

Minho walks to me, he rests a heavy hand on my stomach. His fingers begin to crawl towards the hem of my shirt. He begins to slowly inch it upward until a slither of my stomach is showing. I feel the warmth from his hand as he slides it up my stomach. Against my better judgment, I face him again and the look in his eyes completely captivates me. He looks hopeful and hungry and completely confident. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as his hand begins to tease its way up my shirt.

~Minhos pov~

My forehead pressing against his. My skin prickles with awareness when I hear the catch in his throat and I lift my chin. Angling myself just right. Until my mouth is resting on his. His warm, soft lips part beneath mine, I lightly suck on his tongue. Every single hair on my body stands on end when I relax my lips, loosening my hold on his tongue. He laps at my top lip like a cat, right in the dead center. The flicker of his wet tongue, the sharp sting of his teeth upon my lower lip making me hiss. Slowly I pull away.