𝗰𝘂𝘁! minsung

15: i don't want to

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HAN JISUNG.

"-And how can they just expect us to-

"Woah woah woah! For god's sake Ji, calm down. The world isn't ending just because Jinki said you have to kiss your almighty foe!" Felix exclaims dramatically, cutting off my panicked ramblings.

At first I thought I must have just misheard our director, but I soon realized when he repeated it for my co-star, this was no miscommunication. I really am expected to kiss Lee Minho.

On the lips.

Several times...

Oh my god I can't function.

"No but seriously Lix, I just don't understand! What part of me screams 'I want to kiss Lee Minho'?! WHAT PART?!"

His expression immediately morphs into a smirk as he goes to respond with something I know is going to tick me off even further.

"Don't. Don't you dare."

"What on earth do you mean, dear Jisung?"

He flashes an innocent smile through batted eyelids and I fight the urge to smack him.

In reality though, I'm freaking the hell out. All I can picture is Minho's face being way too damn close to mine. I think I'm going to be sick.

This is no case of nervous butterflies I'm dealing with. It feels more like an angry swarm of wasps are throwing themselves at the walls of my stomach in protest.

Well, it's not like I like this situation either, I tell them. They don't care. They simply continue throwing themselves and making my stomach lurch as I think about how the hell I can get out of this.

"Ji oh my god, have you seen the look on Minho's face?"

I don't dare look over. I don't want him to think I'm interested. Because I'm in fact, the most uninterested person on the planet when it comes to Lee Minho.

I bet I could win a trophy for it.

But Felix is tempting me so much right now, as he giggles and continues to glance over at my co-star.

Just one peek wouldn't hurt, right?

I take my time cautiously turning my head in his general direction, keeping a casual façade so I can remain seemingly nonchalant about everything that's just gone down.

But all of a sudden, his head turns to look at me and I meet his eyes. His expression is rather cocky, as he raises an eyebrow at me with mischievous eyes.

Shit.

His neck and ears however, are a dead giveaway. Oh Minho, dear Minho. I can see right through you.

I didn't think anyone in the room could be redder than I am, but here he is, flushed scarlet as he pretends to be under control.