StrayKids OneShots 🍓🫧💫 (DISCONTINUED)

Who's he? - Minsung fluff (pt 2)

'What did you say?' Jisung stutters, turning hot pink and feeling his stomach drop. 'I said you look like a sack of shit, fuck you.' Minho brushes him off, turning pink himself. The butterflies in their stomach's went feral. Jisung takes a step, his legs wobbling like jelly. Minho turns around towards the mirror, still seeing Jisung approaching him. 'Minho..' Jisung's hand tugs at Minho's blazer. 'Don't be scared to show affection, especially not to me' Jisung turns the older around. 'Just try..' he tucks Minho's hair behind his reddening ear. 'I.. I think I like you..?' Minho struggles. 'Keep going,' Jisung reassures. 'And I think you're absolutely adorable and gorgeous and- and.. fucks sake, back up.' He breaks out, his breath hitching. Jisung steps back but despite his word, Minho pulls his back in by the waist. 'Don't actually leave, I need to feel you here,' Minho breaths.

'I have a feeling that you're going to disappear if I let go.' Minhos stare into Jisungs eyes softens. 'Then don't,' Jisung's arms creep up to Minho's neck. The older gets the feeling that he's done this before, falling out of his daze and pushing Jisung away. 'Minho?' Jisung gasps, looking confused. 'Why'd you-?' 'You've done this before. You've done this with some other girl haven't you? Maybe even right here. You're probably just doing this because you miss being kissed-' Jisung pulled harshly on Minho's tie, bringing their faces inches apart. He finally connects their lips, starting to move them against his own. Minho freezes, stunned but eventually kisses him back. Jisung's lips were warm and soft against his, slotting together perfectly.

Minhos mind was in a daze, fireworks filling his mouth. Jisung's lips moved in an addictive rhythm, sinking, in, out, in, out of Minho's own. 'Stop. Jisung stop.' He hisses breathily. Jisung's lips slow, eventually stopping. The youngers eyes were clouded over, empty. 'Hey, focus.' Minho grips onto Jisung's jaw, snapping him back to reality. 'We can't do this. I can't. I'm straight' Minho stumbles back to the sink. 'Too bad, I'm not.' Jisung chuckles, running his thumb over his lips. 'And you're a great kisser.'

Minho started getting flustered at the sudden change in energy. 'I don't know what's happening. I like girls, why do I like you?' Minho looked down at himself. The younger tilted his head back up. 'Let's talk about it. You're clearly confused.' Jisung took hold of Minho's hand, pulling him back onto Jisung's bed. 'I- this is awkward.' Minho sighs. 'You don't need to look at my face if that helps.' Jisung offers. 'No, Jisung, you're beautiful, of course I want to see you.'

Jisung lies down on his back, Minho playing with his hair as he talked. 'I'll get over these feelings soon but even before I realized that I liked you I always knew you were handsome..' Jisung interjected. 'Minho I'm pretty. I look best in pink and skirts and I get my nails done every two weeks. I'm prettier than most women I know.'

'Skirts? I like the sound of that.'