(minsung au) Lee Minho has known Jisung for five years now.They met in dance classes when Minho was an art student and Han was an engineering student.The connection between them appeared immediately, but it was not the connection they have come to now.Minho initially hated Jisung, always picking on him, making stupid jokes, belittling Jisung's dancing abilities. But one rainy night, Minho saw Jisung at the bus stop, waiting for the bus after working a night shift at his part-time job.Lee drove Jisung to his house, since Minho himself was riding a motorcycle on dark roads that night.From that night on, their relationship changed, it was as if Minho saw something in Jisung that attracted him.They found common interests and gradually began to get closer, and eventually became best friends

Today was the same rainy night that Minho would always remember. He was waiting for Jisung at his house for another TV series session. But he didn't think that it would start pouring so hard outside, and Jisung, as usual, refused to let Minho bring him home himself.The outcome was obvious.Jisung showed up at Minho's doorstep, soaking wet and shivering.His white sweatshirt was grey from the rain, his hair was dripping, and his socks left marks on the floor.Minho quickly sent him to the shower, kindly lending his friend his clothes - a black t-shirt and pants of the same color

When Jisung came out of the shower, Minho met him with an interested look.It's not that Han was smaller than Minho, no, the young man also worked out a lot and had good muscles.But in Minho's clothes, Jisung became tiny.Minho found this touching.He watched as Jisung ran his fingers through his hair to help it dry faster. Han goes to the kitchen, the path to which lay through the living room and Minho, sitting on the couch, could not take his eyes off him.Jisung put the kettle on to boil like a boss and poured himself some hot tea to warm up. His body was still shaking, covered in goosebumps

Minho stood up from the couch, moving towards the kitchen as Jisung stood with his back to him, brewing himself some green tea with raspberries. Lee pursed his lips thoughtfully, taking slow steps towards Jisung, studying his body from behind.Minho doesn't know what was driving him at that moment, but he couldn't resist it.Lee stepped towards Jisung, ending up a few centimeters behind him.Slowly, carefully, so as not to scare him, he moved his hands along Jisung's sides, his fingers crawling under the fabric of his T-shirt to hug Jisung's waist with his hot hands

"Quiet, I'm just warming you up.You're shaking all over." Minho calms down as Jisung trembled in his arms.Han didn't particularly like any kind of tactility; he rarely allowed himself to be touched.However, now Minho felt a sense of duty, since it was he who had not insisted on bringing Jisung home, and thus the young man had gotten there on his own, soaking wet

"You'll get sick, so who will I buy cold Americano for then?". Minho continues quietly, pressing his nose to the back of Jisung's head to inhale the scent of his wet hair.Jisung now smells like Minho's shampoo, but his natural scent is still there.Lee spreads his fingers on Minho's stomach, trying to warm the boy up, and at the same time takes advantage of the opportunity to touch the relief on his stomach