2 KIDS DORM

No One feels Like This

Hyunjin heard the door to their shared dorm room open. Yet he pretended he didn't-just not wanting to break away from his thoughts. He kept his gaze far focused on the horizon, beyond skyscrapers, and avoided the careful footsteps nearing him. He felt hands circling around his waist, pulling him closer to their chest. No matter how hard he tried to keep his composure, he couldn't help but relax into the warmth. Minho felt the shoulders slumping slightly and the stillness fade away, making him smile to himself. He kissed Hyunjin's shoulder over the fabric-just a reminder.

Hyunjin sighed audibly.
"What's wrong?" Minho slowly let the question slip.
"Nothing-" Minho pressed another kiss-firmly this time, just enough to silence the man in his arms.

"You don't get to act like you didn't hear me coming and then say it was for nothing."
Silence lingers but so does patience.
Hyunjin turned his gaze and turned around, keeping his hands steadily on Minho's forearms. Grounding himself, he'd rather add.
Minho waited. 'Fuck his patience!' Hyunjin cursed under his breath. How could he even start an argument with this guy?! Aargh!
"Well, umm... you see," Hyunjin kept his eyes down, trying hard not to feel embarrassed at what he is going to say. 'Come on! Man up!'
Minho couldn't help but chuckle at his lack of confidence, which is very rare for a man who models on a runway.
"This is about jealousy, isn't it?"

Hyunjin felt his face go up in flames. He pushed Minho aside, walked into the room, and sat on the sofa, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it.

Minho was laughing too hard already. What is the point of proving him right then? Still-

"If you know the problem already, then why are you always just making me feel worse?!"

His voice was a bit raised than he intended to. Yet, he didn't regret it.

"Hyunjin, when are you gonna understand fan service? It is nothing big... Come on!"

Hyunjin threw the pillow at Minho, who caught it with ease.

"Hyung... don't you really think it is a bit too much sometimes?"

His voice dropped. He didn't want jealousy to get in the way. Still, every single time he fails. He just doesn't want to share Minho's attention to a fake love-or whatever that is.

Minho sighed, slumping onto the couch, scooting his way to Hyunjin. He draped his arm over and laid his head on the shoulder. He liked this, where there was no pretending, where he was him. THEY were them.
He took Hyunjin's hand in his, pressing a kiss on his nape.

"I don't know how to correct that, Hyun. But I could promise you. Whatever the feeling I have for Han is just friendship."

Hyunjin knew better than to push. They were both tired after a hectic day, and they just needed a break, not a fight. He pulled their intertwined hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of Minho's.

"Just don't forget I am here too."

Minho lifted up, looking at Hyunjin. He raised Hyunjin's face, keeping his fingers under his chin and caressed the plump lips, feeling Hyunjin shiver slightly against the touch.

"No one makes me feel these things, Hyunjin. How can you even be jealous?"

Minho pulled both of them down into an intense kiss, letting their hands roam, letting their breaths speak their own words. It was an invitation to a fantasy ride.
Whatever tomorrow holds, they could still have these moments for themselves-he and his Minho. Hyunjin thought as he let his consciousness fade.