Chapter thirteen

As Felix closes and locks the door behind them, Jisung is already walking to their room.

"I'm going to go change my clothes. If I can't walk around without pants, at least jogging." As he called this to Felix he bumped into the wall. 

Or that was what he thought at first.

Until the wall said "If you want to walk around without pants so badly, go ahead. I wouldn't mind." Startled, Jisung looked up, straight into Minho's eyes.

The older one looked back at him, smirking. Only then did Jisung realize that his hands were on the elder's bare chest.

As 'support against the wall'.

He quickly withdrew them and rushed towards their bedroom with flushed cheeks.

"Never mind, I'm okay with wearing pants." Minho ran his hand through his hair and walked toward the bedroom.

Jisung was lying on the bed with his arms outstretched and his face in his pillow.

When Minho opened the closet door, Jisung was startled and watched, even redder than before thanks to the pillow, the boy picking out clothes. "What are you doing?"

Minho turned around and looked at the boy who was on his knees on his bed. "Putting on clothes after taking a shower? Because, unlike a certain person in this apartment, I don't like walking around naked."

Jisung tried his best not to look at the other person's abs, but it was virtually impossible.

He felt nauseous, happy and confused at the same time. As always when he was around Minho, he felt his heart rate go up.

"I don't walk around naked...I just like it more to not-wear pants." 

"Mhm, sure," The older answered, smirking, again.

As Minho was picking out clothes, Jisung quickly got up and wanted to leave the room. Just when he was almost at the door, Minho stopped him.

"Didn't you want to change your pants?" Jisung's cheeks glowed warm red again. 

"No, don't need to anymore," he could feel Minho approaching, closing the distance between them.

"So Mr Extrovert is ashamed? Tch. Don't worry, I've seen more than enough underpants in my life...."

"What the...First of all, I'm not extroverted, second of all, I'm not ashamed, I just don't feel like it anymore. And your underwear thingy? I don't care about it."

Then Minho started laughing.

Jisung, who still had his back to Minho, turned and looked at the other questioningly. Their faces are just centimetres apart. "Why are you laughing?"

"I just find it funny how the noisiest person I've ever met, claims not to be extroverted." Jisung's cheeks flushed red.

"I'm not noisy! I'm just comfortable around my friends~" Minho licked his lip and took a step forward.

"Didn't know we were friends."

"Didn't know you could talk this much."

"Don't change the subject," Minho commands. 

"S-sorry." 

Minho was smirking, again. Can't he do anything else but smirk?

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed or something..." Still smirking Minho turned around and walked towards the closet, and walked in.

Jisung was confused for a second until he remembered it was a walk-in closet. 

Minho came out of the closet and threw his clothes on his bed. 

His back facing Jisung, he took off his towel and put on his underpants.

Jisung literally felt his cheeks burning, but he couldn't take his eyes away from what was happening in front of him.

His heartbeat, which already beats much faster when he is around the older one, now reached an almost unachievable speed.

Once his underpants were on, Minho turned around, throwing Jisung an innocent smile. He catches the other's gaze and holds it until his pants are on.

Once on, he casts his gaze to the ground, smiling. Picks up his T-shirt from the bed, puts it on and sits down on his bed to put on his socks.

All dressed up, he gets up and walks to Jisung's closet. "May I?" 

The other nods, unable to say anything out of embarrassment and being aware of his blush.

Minho grabs a pair of sweatpants from the closet and throws them over his shoulders. He closes the doors and walks toward Jisung.

Jisung was like under hypnosis and he didn't even know why.

Minho took the other's forearm in his left hand and walked back to his bed, taking Jisung with him. There he sat down.

Jisung was still standing in front of him.

He looked up and into the younger's eyes. His hands slowly but surely went up.

Jisung's eyes shot from Minho's eyes to Minho's hands and back to his eyes. When Minho's hands were on his pants he asked, panicked, "What are you doing?"

"Well, apparently you're not capable of changing your clothes, so I thought you might need some help with it." In shock, Jisung continued to look at Minho.

Mesmerized by the older's beauty he forgot about everything around him.

Completely forgot what the other was doing.

Only when he felt the cold against his upper legs go to his lower legs, did he snap back to reality.

"Can you please lift your feet? Otherwise, I can't get the pants off." When he heard the older's voice again he was startled a little and tried to take a step back. But since his pants were around his ankles, that didn't go too smoothly.

He fell backwards, right onto his bed.

Minho looked confused at Jisung with his pants in his hands. "Well, that's also a way to get out of your pants I guess. Do you also need help with putting on your sweatpants or?"

"No, no I don't. Not at all." How could he be so cool just now? What if Felix walked in while he was UNDRESSING ME? Imagine what he would think was going on...

Minho was laughing. "So you only need help to undress? Good to know." It was almost like the blush on Jisung's cheeks was something permanent. What does he mean by that?

After saying this Minho stood up, self-done.