thirty-nine

Jisung somehow managed to sleep through the entire night until the next morning. When he woke up, he felt rested and not as exhausted as yesterday.

He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, opening them to look at Minho who seemingly hadn't budged an inch from his spot on the bed.

Sometime during the night, Jisung must've moved closer because his legs were now tangled with Minho's and his hand clutched onto his black shirt.

Blushing, he glanced up at Minho's face only to see him observing his every move. "You're finally up," he uttered. "Are you hungry?"

Jisung swallowed, being at loss for words and hypnotized by the darkness in Minho's eyes. His black hair was a bit messy, fluffy strands hanging in his face. He looked handsome even after lazing around in bed all night.

He only realized that he had been staring at Minho shamelessly when he saw his lips forming a smug smirk.

The blush on his cheeks darkened and he cleared his throat, needing another moment for him to find his voice. "Uh, yeah, I'm hungry. And also, thanks for staying with me."

"It was entertaining to watch you sleep," he smirked cheekily and earned himself a nudge from Jisung.

"Oh shut up, you're sounding like a pervert," he retorted, before he added, "Wait, that's because you are!"

Minho gave a mock offended frown. "You're hurting my feelings! I'm a very well-behaved demon."

"Yes, your manners are exceptional," he replied sarcastically but found himself smiling at Minho, seeing a cocky gleam appear in his eyes.

"That's what I said, sugar," he whispered, voice sounding rough and sending shivers down on Jisung's spine. He shifted around a little until his lips were closer to Jisung's ear.

"I helped you fall asleep, now where is my reward for the hard work?" He drawled, his slightly aggressive tone revealing what he was thinking.

Jisung blushed and became flustered, looking at Minho with wide eyes. "What kind of reward?" He asked breathlessly as he felt Minho's hand move teasingly over his waist.

"I think you already know," he whispered, breathing a kiss on his neck. Minho was back to playing his games like Jisung was already used to, but he couldn't say that he minded.

"Fine, you'll get your reward," he smiled, suddenly feeling bold. Perhaps he could turn the tables and surprise Minho for a change.

To be continued...

finally, a chapter for y'all thirsty mf's :D