Fics like Sweater Weather

“Hyung?” Jisung murmurs. Minho hums, listening. “Have you ever had car sex?” Especially with Han Jisung. Minho likes to think he’s mastered the art of nonchalance, but sometimes Jisung knows exactly how to veer him off track, knows what to say to surprise him. Minho sputters, swerving. “Jesus—“ Another beat or three of silence. "Hyung?” Jisung squeaks. Minho hums again. “You— uh— you never answered my question.” “Why? Why are you asking me that?” Minho’s lip catches between his teeth. He sees Jisung shrug from his periphery, a small lift of his shoulders. “I dunno. Curious, I guess.” Minho swallows around the lump in his throat. “Have . . . have you?” “I asked you first.” Jisung’s reply is almost instant, his eyes back on Minho. “No, I haven’t.” The answer feels like he’s coughing up water from his lungs, a sudden breath of fresh air. There’s a brief pause between them as Minho presses the gas when the light turns green before Jisung mutters, “Neither have I.” (OR minho is in love with jisung and will do anything to make him happy. even if that means retaking his virginty in the front seat of the car in the middle of the night.)

Fics like Sweater Weather

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