Hate me. (Minsung)

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minho couldn't help the grunt that came out when his head met the hard cold wooden floor beneath him.

he winced slightly before opening his eyes and seeing jisung over him. moving quickly, jisung brought his hands to minho's wrists to hold him down, making minho's eyes widen in pure audacity.

"oh wow, look at you." he said, eyes narrowing and lips curving into a sly smile. "trying to keep me down, huh?"

when he looked at jisung's face, he could tell he had pissed the small blonde off. he smiled.

"i told you stop talking!" the younger complained, his expression knitted in poorly concealed annoyance from minho's teasing. "i don't deserve your cocky remarks especially after i took care of you."

"you think you can hold me down?" minho went to lift his wrists from the floor, only resulting in jisung holding him in place better by sitting on him.

now being straddled, minho seemed to be very entertained. he raised an eyebrow, being able to still see jisung's temper radiating off of him. "you do know i can still get you off me."

"no you can't." jisung mumbled.

"i took years and years of boxing. i've been pinned down on the floor before. and have gotten up. use your brain here jisung."

as if trying to set him off even more, jisung scowled and held minho down even harder. "why do you insist on making me angry?"

"you started it with that feeding comment." minho flatly said.

jisung had no rebuttal for that- because that was true.

"what do you plan to achieve from this?" minho tilted his head, hair fanning his face.

"say you're sorry." jisung said, expression contorted with determination. "and mean it."

minho snorted. "what am i apologizing for?"

"for making that bed remark. and for calling me a creep. and for saying i'm obsessed with you, or, can't live without you. whatever you said." jisung said.

minho teasingly brought his wrists up, making jisung yelp from suddenly being off balance; before pushing his hands back down to the floor in regained focus. "say sorry!!"

minho had the same little grin on his mouth. "you know i can really just push you off me." he said, but despite this, he didn't plan on it.

because he knew there were other ways to get jisung off, and they were arguably more fun because they were at the expense of the blonde.

so without even attempting to push him off (which he could easily do) he simply tilted his head up from the ground.

he leaned in close, bringing his face only slightly closer to jisung's face- making the younger's eyes go wide.

"what are you-"

"wanna get off me yet?" his voice was smooth and leveled, his eyes glued down to jisung's lips in such a patronizing way. "or should i just kiss you?"

jisung spluttered- his mouth falling open to try and come up with words. he felt his ears begin to blare red, that was until he realized that this was all a tactic.

this was all a game to get him to relent. minho offering something as grotesque as a kiss was simply part of his plan to win.

jisung shut his mouth and furrowed his eyebrows. "go ahead, shit head."

and minho didn't react. "oh i'm sure you wanna kiss me so badly. probably since we saw each other for the first time this year, huh?"

jisung rolled his eyes. "oh yeah, absolutely. i haven't been able to think about anything else since. how did you know?"