Minsung Oneshots

God, how MUCH is a kiss worth?

Jisung's POV

I was tired. And annoyed. And frustrated. And angry.

Why, you ask?

Because of all of my nonsensical friends. Oh no they weren't completely useless, especially since they had been the ones to pressure Minho into a confession, which neither of us have regretted till now, but since they had been the ones to get us oblivious lovebirds to confess, they automatically felt like they had the right to intrude in on any private moment the two of us shared. Or, tried to share, at least.

And while it was funny and amusing sometimes for both of us, when we would hear Chan's supressed cough or Felix's explosively deep giggle while we were hugging and realise that the idiots thought they were hiding themselves very well, when in fact Hyunjin's jacket or Jeongin's shoes were poking out from behind the wall, it wasn't funny all the time.

Think about it, if you had a boyfriend/girlfriend/non-binary partner and you wanted to spend some time with them at your house, but then found out that your friends were spying on you from behind the bushes with a telescope for Jesus's sake or hanging from the trees like a goddamn monkey, staring at you with googly eyes right before things got spicy (or sweet) would you really take it well?

Exactly. You wouldn't. And that's what's been in going on in my life for the past few days.

You see, when we confessed, we didn't kiss. On the lips. Courtesy to, once again, our friends who were (you guessed it) hiding behind the classroom door (yes, we confessed in a classroom) not very discreetly.

So naturally, after about a month into our relationship, it had become a kind of unspoken agreement that we would kiss each other. At least once. Hopefully without witnesses.

The first time we tried that, it was after school. Minho and I were walking back to my home where he would drop me off and then walk the extra five minutes to his house. When we were on my house's doorstep, Minho began fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. A nervous habit of his I had picked up on quite fast.
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"What's wrong?" I asked him.

Minho didn't answer, stepping closer to me instead. He looked around the street, Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat, an action I found equal parts hot and attractive.

"Min-"

"Can I kiss you?"

"I-" I was shocked. I had expected a lot of stuff owing to my rapidly oeverthinking brain, even a sudden breakup or something. In retrospect that would've been weird since it was literally a month into our relationship. "I.... ye-yes"

Minho gulped once again, before stepping even closer to me. Both of us seemed to have forgotten that I was literally standing in front of my house from which my mom could come out at any moment.

Shaky, warm hands came up to cup my face and I licked my lips, feeling them dry rapidly. Minho leaned in slowly and I shut my eyes, anticipating the light headed feeling of butterflies being unleashed in my stomach as soon as his lips would touch mine.

But...... that feeling never came.

A loud crash next to us made us jump apart, Minho stumbling a bit as he looked around.

"Owwwww" A voice whined and we immediately looked towards the well maintained bushes surrounding my house.

Abandoning all pursuit of hiding, Hyunjin was currently lying face down on the grass like someone had kicked his butt (which, I'm guessing, is exactly what had happened) and Changbin was standing over him, facepalming.