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Hi, i wrote this within four days 😇
(This is for dom top Jisung/ sub bottom Minho enthusiasts🤭)

Since the moment they'd gotten in the company car and taken to meet up with the other members for a rehearsal stage, Jisung had noticed Minho had been acting a lot clingier than normal.

Ever since Jisung and Minho had moved into their own dorm together, Jisung found pretty quickly that the level of clinginess his boyfriend had exhibited in the past had been upped by one thousand now there was no one around to interrupt or pass comment- be it through endearment (typically Felix) or complaint (always Seungmin).

It was barely a question that the two would decide to share a bedroom, though they still put up a smaller bed in the second bedroom incase they ever had any of the other members stay over- even though their dorms were within walking distance, or if Jisung was working late into the night and didn't want to disturb his already sleeping boyfriend. The latter was hardly the case though, since Minho would typically wake up, realise Jisung hadn't joined him, and would then seek Jisung out and slip into the smaller bed to get the cuddles he was so rudely being deprived of.

Within the last few months, Jisung had especially picked up on just how reluctant Minho was to separate from him in the morning. It had now gotten to a point where Jisung had started to set an alarm 30 minutes earlier than was necessary to avoid a scolding from the managers. Or worse, Chan.

Now, when soft music awoke them in the morning, Jisung would smile at the sound of Minho's half-asleep grumbly complaints, and would happily turn over to welcome the feeling of Minho's arms and legs snaking around him, keeping him tethered to their bed.

However, even after they'd had the extra 30 minutes in bed together that morning, Minho didn't seem to be okay with separating.

Now, it was as though he couldn't bear to be even a foot away from Jisung. When they were sitting together in the car, Minho had sat with his legs spread so their knees could touch while his attention was set on his phone. Then, when they were walking through the building and couldn't be side by side due to the crowd, Minho almost had his chest pressed to Jisung's back from the second they'd come through the doors to the moment they'd entered the shared waiting room for the group. He'd gotten a few wary looks from the other members, but Jisung had simply dismissed their concerns with silent waves and smiles, and decided he needed to get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Minho.

Currently the pair were sitting on two separate couches, both of them pressed against the perpendicular armrests since the furniture was set out in a long rectangles, and Jisung gave a subtle look around the room to make sure no one was watching them before he moved to crouch down in front of his boyfriend.

"Min, Jagi?" He speaks quietly, struggling to see the other's face from where it's obscured by the armrest. "What's going on, hmm? A-are you feeling sick?"

The tone he uses conveys his slight worry as he suddenly recalls how sluggish Minho had seemed that morning. Keeping quiet, stumbling a little as he tried to remain close to Jisung, the zoned out look even when he was scrolling on his phone in the car.

The moment Minho lifts his head to look at him, Jisung immediately knows what's going on.

His eyes are glassy, his breathing sounds a little laboured, and his mouth is slack with his pretty bunny teeth on display.

"Jisungie."

If his expression hadn't already given it away, the desperation in the way he spoke surely had.

Last night, Jisung had fucked Minho so long and hard that he'd almost become one with the mattress after they'd finished. Jisung had made sure to clean him up the best he could since Minho was reluctant to get out of bed and into the shower, and had pressed thousands of soft kisses across his body and across his flushed cheeks to then hold him close before the two had fallen into sleep together.