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it's been a while, but I am not dead still alive. just INSANELY busy, soooooo
minsung🎈🎉
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Jisung's eyes widened at the feeling of minho's lips on his, but he welcomed the sensation openly. He wrapped his arms around minho's neck, deepening their kiss. He felt minho's arms wrap around his waist, pulling jisung onto his lap.
Minho pulled out of the kiss to breathe. He admired the moonlight that sparkled in jisung's eyes. Jisung liked the way minho's silhouette looked in front of the window. Slowly, he connected their lips again. This kiss was more calculated, they both knew what they were doing. And they both loved it.
"You're so beautiful." minho whispered between kisses, scared that if he talked loud it would ruin the fragile moment. Jisung didn't know how to react to this version of minho. If he kept going it would be weird afterward, but at the same time, there was no way in hell he was stopping.
Minho and jisung threw caution and consequence out the window. All that mattered was what was happening in that moment. And right then it was a mess of open mouths and bared teeth, a mess of trailing hands and belt loops. It was dark with the moon as the only source of light.
It was them and it was so horribly perfect.
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The sun shone brightly through the window, the bright rays blinding minho as he opened his eyes. His head hurt, a high-pitched ringing pounded his head. He groaned and tossed his comforter off his legs, about to set his feet on the ground.
The door opened, and a very tired looking jisung came in. his hair was messy, and his clothes were wrinkled. Minho just watched as jisung walked over and placed a mug into his hands. "Drink it, sleeping beauty. It's noon."
"Noon! I slept that long?" Minho sipped the drink in the mug. "Yep, you missed your morning classes. And i did try to wake you up, but you wouldn't budge."
"Oh. sorry." Minho felt bad for keeping jisung from his own studies. He wanted to ask what happened the night before since his memory continued to fail him. But he stayed silent. Jisung sat on minho's bed, pulling his legs up. "It's fine, you would probably do the same for me. I mean, we're friends right?"
"Yep. friends." Minho stared into the cup, jisung stared off into space. "Well, I'll leave you to it then. I have homework." Jisung walked to the door, but minho had to know what happened. It felt important for no reason.
"Jisung wait! Um, what happened when we got home last night?" Jisung's cheeks flushed red, "nothing. Nothing at all."
"Are you sure, my head hurts so bad? I feel like I've forgotten something important. Please just tell me." Jisung looked away from minho, in the softest voice that minho had ever heard, jisung whispered, "we kissed."
