Set to Fail // Minsung (BOOK 1 OF 2 'SET SERIES')

STF 14

jisung really, really didn't want to go. 

chan had said over the phone, "come on, it's just a chill night. some of the cast, pizza, a movie," but jisung had only mumbled from under two blankets that he wasn't feeling it and that he didn't want to see minho. 

chan reminded him he saw minho every day, which was exactly the problem. even hyunjin being there didn't help. but when chan mentioned cheesecake, specifically "triple chocolate swirl" jisung was out the door in ten minutes. 

chan's apartment was cozy, warm, and smelled like takeout and something citrusy. the cast was already scattered across the couch and floor, hyunjin, seungmin, felix, and unfortunately, minho. 

jisung hovered awkwardly in the doorway before grabbing a plate and piling pizza and cake onto it, pretending his heart wasn't banging against his ribs. eventually he ended up on the couch next to minho, not intentionally, because he'd been originally wedged between hyunjin and the armrest, but everyone shifted throughout the first movie until somehow minho was beside him.

during the second movie, a loud crime thriller full of explosions, jisung leaned without realizing it, his head naturally tilting until his shoulder rested against minho's. 

minho tensed but stayed still, his arm subtly shifting like he didn't mean to move it but also didn't want to pull away. the moment only broke when minho's phone buzzed

"shit," he muttered, shifting away gently before slipping off the couch and heading toward chan's room. 

he didn't come back for fifteen minutes. 

then twenty. the others were too absorbed in the movie to notice, but jisung felt the absence like a weight, so he stood and walked down the hallway, pushing open the bedroom door quietly.

minho was sitting on the floor, back against the bed, legs stretched out, phone abandoned beside him, staring at the wall like he wasn't really there. 

jisung froze. 

"minho?" at first there was nothing, then minho blinked and turned slowly, eyes softening when they landed on jisung, like he was returning from far away. 

"sorry," he mumbled. "didn't mean to disappear." 

jisung stepped inside. "you okay?" 

minho hesitated and said, "yeah. just... head stuff." 

jisung sat next to him, and they stayed silent for a few long minutes, just breaths and the faint hum of the hallway light. 

eventually jisung asked quietly, 

"...do you regret it?" 

and when minho asked "what?" he clarified, 

"the kiss." after a pause, minho answered, 

"no." jisung nodded softly. 

"me neither."

minho looked at him then... careful, cautious. 

"so." 

"so." "

we're alone," minho said. "no cameras." 

"no pressure," jisung added. 

minho tilted his head. "wanna try?" 

jisung's stomach flipped. 

"yeah." 

they leaned in slowly, tentatively, lips meeting in a gentle brush. it was awkward and careful, and they pulled back slightly to look at each other before jisung leaned in again. this time it was deeper, their mouths moving together slow but heated, like they'd both been holding back too long. 

minho's hand slid to jisung's neck, thumb brushing under his jaw, and jisung made a soft, surprised sound as he moved closer, almost straddling minho's thigh without thinking. 

minho smiled against his lips when jisung reacted to the slow swipe of his tongue, pulling him closer by the waist and deepening the kiss. it grew hotter, messier, breaths catching, hands curling.

then minho pulled back just barely, whispering, "still thinking too much?" 

jisung blinked, dazed. 

"no. definitely not." minho grinned and kissed him again.

and they didn't stop for a long, long while.