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“I’m not gay,” he breathed, when the clock blinked two in the morning and Jisung asked if he could kiss him. “I— I like girls. Women. You know that, right?” Jisung pouted, and Minho almost wanted to rip out a page from his sketchpad right there and then. “That’s a shame. From how much you’ve drawn me, I thought you’d be a little attracted.” He sunk against Minho’s side, exhausted, and Minho wondered if he’d always been this soft. Jisung’s brown hair fell over his tired eyes in a tempting curtain that made him itch to reach out and push back, because nothing could ever hide Jisung’s eyes from him, because he thought he’d drag Jisung’s eyelids apart while he slept if he knew it wouldn’t wake the boy. That boy sighed then, murmuring something about taking a nap, and he licked his full lips. Just this once, Minho thought, when he grabbed the side of Jisung’s face and dragged him in. Just this once. or, Minho forgets how to create, until he finds a muse in an anxious boy and the fire behind his eyes.

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