Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
"Wanna drink something?" Jisung asked, standing up while keeping his eyes on Minho.
"Sure" Minho said as he stood up too, following him to the kitchen.
As they arrived there, Wooyoung and San were talking, always in their own world, as Hongjoong was third wheeling, trying to keep on with their conversation. Jisung nodded at Hongjoong, the two knew each other, and they opened the fridge, choosing what they wanted to drink.
"Soju?" Minho asked, seeing the peach flavor soju in there
"Alright" Jisung said, picking the neutral one and closing the door
"Wait, I want the peach one" Minho said, frowning. Jisung chuckled at the reaction
"You're a peach kind of guy?" Jisung raised an eyebrow, opened the fridge and bent forward, obviously showing off his butt. Minho immediately stared at the boy's ass, almost licking his lips at the sight
"Yeah, supposedly" Minho said, as he had to tear his eyes off the beautiful sight as Jisung stood up straight again, handing him the said bottle.
They opened their bottle, drinking from it directly. Jisung was still staring at the handsome man, loving how he looked sexy sipping on that drink.
"I never tasted the peach one" Jisung lied, smirking.
"You wanna taste it?" Minho said as he handed him the bottle. Jisung nodded and put his hand on the bottle, touching the boy's hand on purpose and picking the bottle, drinking from it. He licked his lips as he gave him the bottle back.
"You have good taste" Jisung said, his voice in a seductive tone
"I sure have" Minho said, a seductive tone following too "But have you really never tasted it before?" He asked as he arched his eyebrow. Jisung chuckled
"I did taste it, I just wanted to get a preview of what your lips do taste like" Jisung said, going back to the couch, knowing that Minho would follow him. He was extremely embarrassed from what he said, that's why he turned his back the second he said it. He didn't want to drop his confident act, it worked too well with Minho.
They sat back down on the couch, Chan was now seated, Jeongin on his lap.
"Oh Channie, you came" Jisung said as he looked at his friend. He scooted closer to Minho, wanting to show him that he wasn't ignoring him even if he was talking with his friend.
"Yep, I finished the song" Chan said, Jisung clapped in happiness.
He turned to Minho, seeing that he was confused
"We're producers" Jisung clarified, Minho nodding in comprehension
"Wow, amazing" He said truthfully "So you're the artistic type?" He asked, wanting to start a conversation
"Yeah, it suits me doesn't it?"
"It does actually" He said while sipping on his bottle "Artists always have that kind of charm"
"What kind of charm?" Jisung asked, his hand falling in Minho's tight, caressing it slowly but not daring to go further, not wanting to cross any boundaries. He looked at Minho who became silent, scared to make him uncomfortable.
Minho was looking at the hand on his tight, his eyes burning. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and Jisung let out a relieved sight.
"I'm sure you know" Minho responded as his eyes went back to Jisung's ones. They stared at each other longly, the tension now unbearable for Jisung. He put his bottle on the table and looked back at the boy.
"Is your house far from here?" Jisung asked, his eyes never leaving Minho's, almost not blinking.
"Not really, we could get there pretty quickly" Minho answered what Jisung wanted to hear.