Minsung - "A short lifetime story pt. 3//  College roommate"

Smut, NC17, Adult Content

3rd person P.O.V.

«Try not to burn the popcorn or you'll owe me a ball rub to make it up»

«Ya! You are such a pervert, Lee Minho!»

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Han jisung immediately started making popcorns very carefully. The boy wanted to make them perfectly, he wished to cook something tasty for his hyung.

Minho was an angel and, as you could imagine, he took care of most of the boring chores. Han went shopping, following the list made by Minho - after being scolded for buying only snacks thousand times - and he did the laundry. But without Minho the room would probably have become a warehouse and Han would have ingested only coffee and cheesecake.

«Do you need help?»

Minho's voice came from the double room they shared and Jisung smiled. His hyung seemed rude but he was always so thoughtful...

«No, I'm almost done!» Han yelled from the small kitchen they had in common with four other boys.

«What a nice smell!» Felix exclaimed, emerging from his bedroom. Felix was one of those four students who lived in the flat with them and he shared the room with a very loud guy.

«POP CORN?» Changbin yelled, without even getting out of bed and appearing in the kitchen.

«Ya! I'm making them for Minho!» Han snapped with a loud voice, to make Changbin hear that too.

«Liiiix, why don't you ever cook me pop corn?» he complains, screaming.

Changbin and Felix seemed like a couple lately, yet neither of them has the will or the courage to make it official. In any case they seemed to be happy that way and Han loved them, they were wonderful friends. Maybe less good roommates, a bit too noisy.

«Because I'm not your boyfriend!» Felix said in his deep voice, taking a glass and filling it with water.

Han frowned and looked at his friend, trying to object: «Actually I'm not-»

«JAGIIII! I'M HUNGRY» Minho's scream from their bedroom, interrupting him.

Han rolled his eyes and quickly prepared a bowl of popcorns for his hyung, leaving some for Changbin and Felix.

«Thank you, single boy» the aussie smiled mischievously, gave him a wink and headed back to his room.

Han sighed. Felix had been teasing him about Minho for months and Han really couldn't get why. They had been friends since they were young, best friends to be precise. Why did Felix claim they were a couple instead?

Han shrugged the thought off his shoulders and went back to the bedroom, finding Minho with a strange smile on his face. The older heard it all and loved the idea of Han protecting the food for him. And he loved that others saw them as a couple too. Who knows if this would have ever made Han open his eyes...

«Here I am!» Han exclaimed, sitting down on Minho's bed beside him.

The older lay down on Jisung's legs and opened his mouth to be fed. Nothing new for Han, that rolled his eyes but obeyed.

Minho chewed a couple of mouthfuls of popcorn and then showed that smirk again. Han knew at that point that it didn't suggest anything good.

«Boyfriend, can you give me a massage?» he said, indeed, with a wink.

«Ya! I'm nobody's boyfriend!» Han snapped, hitting Minho on the forehead. The older pouted.

«Princess, can you give me a massage? You promised me» Minho tried again.

Han blushed at the pet name and grumbled something like «You're a moron» but he started scratching Minho's back.

His fingers ran delicately over the skin of the older, who was enjoying that sweet and shy contact: «Oh, that's so good...» he murmured, in a too sensual voice.

Han burst out laughing to cover his embarrassment but didn't stop his fingers, which continued to travel under Minho's shirt. He started stroking the skin just above Minho's neck and, as if he were a real cat, the older closed his eyes, feeling shivers run down his body.

«Mmh...» Minho moaned, biting his lips for the pleasure. He really loved Jisung little hands on his body and not imagining them on his private parts required an enormous effort.

Han took his eyes off Minho's face, gulping. Minho was his best friend but, he had to admit it, sometimes he acted weird with him. And those attitudes made Jisung's stomach tighten. Those little moans and that hot expression made his stomach tighten.

He combed Minho's hair and stopped the cuddles, lying down too and starting to choose a movie.

The older looked at him frowning: «Who said you could stop?»

«Come on, Minho, I'm tired...» Han complained, with tired eyes.

And he really was, he had studied hard all day.

Minho smiled at him sweetly and grabbed him: «My tired jagi, you worked so hard today» he whispered on his ear, squeezing that body in his arms.

And he didn't stop stroking him, until they both fell asleep. 

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Han was agitated, like every night before an huge exam. And there was no way, there was no food, no movie, no song, nothing that could calm him down. He spent the night reviewing, falling asleep on the book and waking up every 15 minutes due to the numerous alarm clocks he set. He cried, once he even tore up the notes, and he always attended the exam with two frightening dark circles.

And that night things were no better than usual.

Minho was on Han's bed, hugging him. He was stroking softly the younger's back, also patting his buttocks from time to time.

«Minho...» Han scolded him, who in the meantime was trying to revise and didn't want to be distracted.

«You like my caresses, Jagi, don't lie» Minho said, softly.

«Of course I like it, but don't touch my butt» he answered, without taking his eyes off his messed up papers.

«Why? It's mine» Minho said, touching it again, this time grabbing it hard.

«No, it's not!» Han snapped, annoyed, pushing his hand away, «I have to study, Minho!»

«Too bad, I wish it was mine» the older chuckled, making Han widen his eyes.

«You are so strange, Lee Minho!» Jisung laughed, but his voice sounded so tired. He rubbed his red eyes and tried to start studying again, determined to re-read the whole program by dawn.

«You should rest, Ji» the older said, watching him with worried eyes.

«I wish I could...» Han answered, sighing.

Everyone knows that studying the night before an exam doesn't lead to any improvement and Han was aware of it too, but there was no way to make the anxiety that gripped him go away.

Or, at least, no methods he had tried so far.

Minho gently took the papers from his hands and threw them on the floor.

«What are you doing?!» Han asked with a high voice, still full of exam anxiety.

The older grabbed him by the hips and made him lie face up.

«You have to rest, Jagi» he answered and he began to stroke Jisung's tummy. Han's body was extremely tense and Minho knew that was a gesture that relaxed the little one a lot.

Indeed Han closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to relax under those cuddles.

Minho caressed him and in the meantime he didn't take his eyes off that beautiful face. Han was so stunning, even if tired and stressed out. His small nose fit perfectly between those high cheekbones. The sculpted but soft chin, the lips slightly open, the lower one more protruding...

Minho was admiring him with a smile, continuing with his caresses, when Han let out a little moan, finally chilling out.

The older stopped at that sound, biting his own lips. That was too hot to handle and he couldn't resist it. He couldn't resist him anymore.

He leaned down and, barely lifting the t-shirt of the younger one, he gave him a little kiss near the belly button.

Han said nothing, used to the older's quirks. But when he felt Minho's lips sucking his skin, he raised his head to look at him and pulled his shirt down abruptly:

«What are you doing?!» he snapped, hoping right after to not be too rough.

«I would like to make you relax» Minho said, looking serious.

Not a shadow of the usual playful and impertinent smile. Not a glimpse of a joke.

Han looked at him puzzled: «W-what do you mean?»

Minho couldn't hold back anymore. Living with Han was both a dream and a torture. He could see his sleepy face every morning, his plump cheeks when he ate, his tight waist as he stepped out of the shower... But he couldn't touch him. He couldn't make him turned on and satisfy him as he deserved.

«Can I touch you down there, Ji?» he asked, then. The desire outweighed his embarrassment.

Han blushed: «Down there? Minho, what's wrong with you tonight?!»

«If you don't want to, I won't do anything» Minho said softly, looking into his friend's eyes, who looked shocked, «But if you trust me, I'd like to make you feel good, to make you relax.» he added, hoping Han wouldn't cringe or even run away.

The younger looked indecisive. It scared him to say "yes", it scared him to be touched like that by Minho. What would happen the next day? Would there be embarrassment? Would there be feelings?

Still, he couldn't hide it: he wanted it, he knew that he really would relax that way.

They were alone, no one to judge them, no one to determine what was right or wrong. Minho seemed calm at the idea and looked at him with soft eyes. And Han was so tired, so agitated...

He just nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.

Minho smiled softly and gently brought his hand to the crotch of Han's pants, without taking his eyes off his to see if Han was sure about what they were doing, though neither was he himself.

He began to massage Jisung's member slowly. He knew no one had touched him before, so he decided to touch his intimate part only through the tissue, not exposing it.

Han felt shocked by that touch, that made him feel shivers all over his body. It was beautiful, it was so different from when his own hand touched his erection. Thinking that it was Minho who was giving him pleasure, with that sweetness, with that thoughtfulness, made him turned on more than he would have ever expected.

He stifled his moans, too embarrassed to let them out. Minho had rested his head on the pillow, next to his, and Han could feel his gaze on him, but he didn't have the courage to turn around to look at his hyung. He was afraid of what might happen.

Would Minho have kissed him?

«Do you like it?» the older whispered, keeping on with those slow caresses.

Han nodded, blushing a bit, and soon after he felt his high coming: «Min, I'm-»

«Come, Jagi, don't worry. Just relax.» the older led him, moving his hand faster against that warm bump. He could feel Han's warmth through the fabric.

Han closed his eyes and, stifling his moans, he came in his pants, against Minho's hand.

The older didn't give him time to get embarrassed. He immediately handed him a pair of clean boxers from the drawer of the bedside table, where they kept some underwear, and he pointed the bathroom without a word. A soft look in the eyes.

Han obeyed, disappearing into the bathroom for a few minutes. He cleaned up quickly and went back to bed, with flushed cheeks.

He felt so strange, but he also felt so relaxed. His body was less tense, his mind was no longer focused on the exam and he felt sleepy, very sleepy.

Minho wrapped him again in his arms and, stroking his hair, he whispered:

«Just sleep, baby.»

Han nodded and managed to murmur: «Goodnight, Min»

«Goodnight, Jagi»

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The next day Han's exam went well. He had managed to sleep and had given his best. So he had returned to their dorm in the afternoon, with a cheesecake to celebrate the day with Minho. They laughed, joked, ate, watched an anime, but then Han felt compelled to address the topic that kept buzzing in his head.

«Minho, about yesterday...» he started, blushing at the memory.

«Yesterday? What happened yesterday?» Minho asked, pretending not to understand what Han was referring to.

«You know what happened» Jisung replied, frowning.

Minho sighed and shrugged: «We are friends, Ji, and friends help each other. That's all»

Han nodded, not convinced at all. He didn't think Minho did such things with each of his friends - or at least he hoped so - but it didn't make sense to insist and risk arguing, so he let it slip.

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Some day after, things were back to normality. Nothing strange happened between them and they were eating at the university cafe, when a handsome boy approached them.

Han looked at him, remembering having seen him at his lectures several times. He cracked a polite smile, while Minho looks at them puzzled.

"Does Han know him?"

«Hi, Han, sorry if I interrupt you. I'd like to ask you something» said the boy, whose name Han didn't even remember, but he had to admit it: the stranger had really beautiful eyes.

Before Han could even open his mouth, Minho did it for him: «Tell us, we're eating.»

Jisung glared at Minho that had sounded a bit rude and smiled at the boy, waiting for him to speak.

«I'm Kim Yejoon, we attend the same afternoon class» the boy introduced himself, with a small bow.

«Yes, I remember you» Han smiled, mentally thanking the stranger for repeating his name.

Minho glares at his best friend: "Oh... So you remember him?"

«Oh, I'm glad!» Yejoon smiled. «Well, a new cafe just opened near the campus. They have a great cheesecake and I know you like it much»

Minho frowned: "How the fuck did you know that?" he thought clenching his fists under the table.

«So I wanted to ask if you would like to go there with me, this weekend.» Yejoon finished and Han blushed suddenly. He had assumed that the boy just wanted notes or a help with study. No one had ever asked him out before.

He smiled spontaneously and felt flattered. He was honored that such a handsome boy was hitting on him. Yejoon seemed very nice.

Meanwhile Minho was looking for an excuse to tell that guy that Han was busy that weekend, but he decided not to say anything. He couldn't be a jealous kid. And then... Han would have refused him, wouldn't he? Especially after their last intimate contact.

Right?

Minho kept watching his friend's face, loosing his confidence gradually: Han's eyes were sparkling, like he had been waiting months for nothing but to be asked out.

Indeed Han nodded with a smile: «Of course!» he said, with a soft voice, «I'll leave you my number» he added, reaching out to get the cell phone from the boy. A slight blush was seen on his cheeks.

Minho looked at him speechless. He hadn't been able to ask him on a date for years and it had taken that boy only few moments to get him to accept.

Would he have also agreed to go out with Minho?

Yejoon made several bows, thanked Han with a smile and walked away.

Jisung turned to his best friend, covering his mouth with a hand: «Could you believe it?! Someone asked me out!» he said excited.

Minho swallowed and sighed: "Of course I believe it, Han, have you seen yourself at the mirror?" he wanted to answer something like that or to tell him not to go out with that guy, to stay with him, with the one who had always loved him in silence.

He was jealous, he wanted to be the reason for all that excitement, he wanted to be the one to take Han on a date, but seeing his friend so happy made him melt.

In the end, what is love if you don't want to see that person happy?

So instead he gave a hint of a smile to his best friend:

«You will enjoy it, Ji. He really seems a nice guy.» 

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Elle's note

Hi cutieeeees! How are you?

I know I have to update MWB and It's you, I'm so slow these days, so busy!!

But I'm okay and here I am with the 3rd part of this story that wasn't planned and should have been just one chap ahaha let me know if you like it and if you want part 4!

Kisses