Paint you Naked [MINSUNG]

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"Well this is awkward" was the first sentence Minho said after around 5 minutes of silence. They walked through the busy streets, watching as people walked around, buying food, souvenirs, taking pictures, enjoying the moment.

The younger cleared his throat, trying to ignore the jump his heart had taken as he heard the older's voice.

"You're the one making it awkward saying that." They both chuckled, the tension slowly dissipating as Minho pushed his shoulder lightly. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Just a stomach ache, my eyes are also kind of tired from the night." He shrugged, his hand nervously scrapping his arm.

Jisung's eyes dropped at the motion. His left hand kept on trying to get the dry pieces of red paint of off his right arm, his eyes kept fidgeting around, he was gulping more than usual.

The younger smiled shyly as he realized.

He was nervous.

The thought made Jisung want to scream, jump around like he had just accomplished the best thing in his life.

He felt like a little kid.

"You'll hurt yourself like that." He said instead, trying to keep a smile off of his face.

Minho looked down, clearing his throat.

"Oh, sorry. I- Ahm, it's a reflex."

Jisung humed, taking a deep breath and he dared to take Minho's hand in his. It happened slowly, the boy tried to look anywhere but in front so that the older couldn't my see his face as they walked, turned to the river as the water was super interesting. On the other hand, Minho shamelessly stared at him, dry throat as their fingers intertwined, Jisung locking his hand in his embrace, not letting the older continue with the scratching.

Oh.

Neither of them said anything else until they reached Minho's door, but no words were needed. Both of them felt both calm and exited, hysterical even. Their hearts beat with every step they took, acting like two normal people in the middle of he city of love.

Two normal people holding hands.

Jisung tried to let go as they reached their destination, but Minho didn't let him. He took a turn and stood right in front of Jisung, the door behind him, with a small smile on his face.

"Thankyou for walking me home. You didn't have to."

"I wouldn't have done it anyway. Anyone would. And for anyone.", he quickly added, hoping his voice didn't sound too high.

The older bit his lip, tilting his head as his thumb caressed Jisung's knuckles.

"We both know that's not the truth."

Jisung's brain stopped working, he stuttered a few words, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"I-I'll. I'm I need to down, Ahm, I go, I need to go, Felix is waiting and go-"

Minho pulled him by the hand he was holding, carefully embracing the younger's waist and finally letting go of his hand as their bodies were glued. Jisung stumbled in front, hissing as their noses touched, bumping his head against Minho's.

The older chuckled, moving the hand he had just gotten free up to cup the younger's face, and he quickly leaned in, taking Jisung's lips in his.

He kissed him softly, an innocent dance happened as Jisung kissed back, throwing his hands around the other's neck and pulling him closer. Minho pinched his waist jokingly, making Jisung gasp and pull away just enough to whisper a "ouch" and then their lips were together again, the warm night surrounding them in the empty street.