touch starved ;; minsung ✔️

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"what an unusual view!"

jisung slid down the wall and onto the floor with a heavy sigh, he managed to perfect the dance move in both, the original way and in his own way.

"that wasn't that bad," minho said from across the small dancing room, practicing the choreo for the dance studio. "i told you, once you learned the dance, you can transform it into anything." he looked at jisung for a split second through the mirror before focusing back on his dance.

"minho, the phone isn't recording." jisung leaned his head back against the wall, a cold water bottle balancing on his sweaty forehead.

"i knew that," jisung could hear minho rolling his eyes. "are you tired?" minho walked over to jisung and sat beside him on the hardwood floor, taking the cold water bottle off jisung's forehead and opening it.

jisung took a deep breath in and out before opening his eyes, turning his head towards minho, and staring intensely at his well-sculpted face. "pretty," he mumbled, his hand cupping minho's burning cheeks. "something i should treasure." a smile slowly grew onto his face as minho leaned into his warm touch, his eyes closed and a content sigh leaving his lips.

"i want to kiss you." minho blurted out, his eyes still closed and his cheeks getting redder with each passing second.

"then just kiss me?"

"what's going to happen next?"

"want to find out?" minho opened his eyes at what jisung said, making eye contact with jisung's lidded eyes. his breath hitched when jisung's hand left his cheek and went to his waist, hoisting him onto his lap in one swift move. "you're blushing so much right now." jisung chuckled a bit, his forehead touching minho's, not breaking the eye contact in the process.

"shut up," minho rolled his eyes and pecked jisung's lips as an attempt to get his attention off his burning cheeks. "just kiss me, yeah?"

a/n: i havenr written smut in so long im at my breaking point