Yellow - in darkness can be found || Minsung fanfic🌻🍋

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Hey>:) y'all reading this story should read my other story 'aggravated scars' too since it's way better than this one- hehe self promo>:)

Further on ehem a quite spicy chapter so warning for that

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They gazed over each other lips, them almost touching. Both their breathing had become heavier as their eyes were fixated on each other's lips.

Minho's hot breath was mixing together with Jisung's and it felt amazing.

Their surroundings almost seemed to disappear as if the only thing that mattered was each other.

It took a couple seconds until Jisung couldn't take it anymore and connected their lips.

The urge to being closer to Minho being too repulsive.

Minho's lips were amazingly soft, making the younger smile into the kiss.

Jisung led Minho back towards the bed, him pulling the latter possibly even closer by his neck, their lips still connecting.

The moment the younger felt Minho pulling onto his bottom lip, he swore he just lost it.

Both of their minds fuzzy and empty, but at the same time raging and full of thoughts.

Was it a bad idea? They didn't know, not that they cared at that moment anyway.

The moment Jisung's head hit the surface of the bed, Minho's free hand gazed over his thigh earning a whine from Jisung.

"Fuck don't do that." He groaned right into Minho's ear, the younger's hand tightly around Minho's wrist, his knuckles turning slightly white under the force.

"What not baby? Mmmh? Cat got your tongue?" Minho teased, his free hand pinning Jisung's other hand above his head.

He slowly loosened his right hand from the other's grip, grabbing that one too and pinning it next to the other one.

"M-min-" the younger stuttered. Causing Minho to make a playful "mmmh" sounds looking down at the younger who looked like he was barely being able to hold himself together.

Minho wanted Jisung and Jisung needed him.

"Stop teasing me like that." He barely managed to whisper out.

"Like what love?" Minho responded, damn well knowing what Jisung meant.

He has at this point grabbed both Jisung's pulses with one hand, sliding the other one teasingly up and down his sides.

Jisung, the ticklish person he was, yanked himself upwards, causing his body to literally collapse with Minho's.

"You know damn well what you're doing." He breathed out again.

His voice sounded raspy and his breathing was heavily, his chest going up and down rapidly.

"Just stop procrastinating and kiss me, please." He begged.

And Minho couldn't watch it any longer, knowing damn well he'd lose himself like that too.

He pressed his lips onto Jisung's plum lips, them being more swollen and red than usual.

Jisung immediately kissed him back.

Minho gazed on his bottom lip, causing the other to slightly open his mouth with a whine, enough of an opening for Minho to enter.

The moment Minho pulled back due to the lack of air that prior was stored up in both their lungs, Jisung slightly chased his lips before opening his eyes, breathing still heavily and connecting their lips again after just a mare of seconds.

"JISUNG THE WALLS ARE THIN!!" A voice yelled.

Both Jisung and Minho stopped in their tracks, looking over to the closed door where the yelling was coming from.

"I- sorry? LIKE YOU WERENT JUST FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND YESTERDAY EVENING!" He yelled back, rolling his eyes, and even tho he sounded so confident his entire face had started to heat up. Not knowing if it was because of the embarrassment, the heating of the room and their contact or the fact that Minho was still on top of him, pinning his arms onto the sheets while smirking down at him, making him feel small.

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A/n

I feel very awkward writing this.

Nice