chrysalis
Jisung didn’t prepare for this. He was meant to just— tell Minho he’s gay— not ask him to have sex with him. The glass must have been a literal breaking point for his feeble self control.
“Because I trust you,” Jisung can’t even look Minho in the eye. “Because you’re attractive, and you’re always gentle with me, and I think you’d make it good.”
Minho’s hold tightens, squeezing Jisung a bit too firmly. “I’d make it good for you, Jisung.”
(OR: Jisung learns how to access the encyclopedia of his own emotions.)
