𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

six.

Jisung's cheeks just flushed even more. Minho wanted to hang out with him instead of watching the movie with the others. 

"What about the movie?" He whispered. 

Minho shook his head walking closer to him before sitting down on the bed. Jisung sat up crossing his legs as he tried to maintain eye contact with the older. They sat in a bit of silence for a little bit. This was just making Jisung nervous he could not help but fidget with anything around him. 

"Why don't you have you glasses on?" Minho asked looking straight into Jisung's pretty brown eyes. 

"Oh... Um just didn't want to wear them." 

Minho hummed. "You look cute with them on." 

That did not help with how nervous Jisung was. He bit down on his bottom lip trying to contain the big smile that dared to peak out. 

"Thank you." Jisung tried saying but it barely came out audible. 

Minho smiled softly by Jisung being embarrassed by the compliment. 

"Hey" Minho said randomly probably to make this situation less awkward. "Let's play twenty-one questions" 

Jisung lifted his shoulders up. "Sure, but you go first." 

Minho nodded shifting a little bit closer both of their knees about touching. 

"Let's start easy, what's your favorite color?" 

"Red." Jisung answered. "My turn, what's your favorite memory?" 

Suddenly Minho got an idea. 

"Hanging out with you right now." Minho replied. 

Jisung's cheek became an insane color of pink. "Your turn..." 

Minho smiled. Mission accomplished. 

"What's your favorite thing to do." 

"Reading" Jisung answered, eyes shining just from the thought. "oh! and listening to music while I read." 

Minho smiled. "That's cute."

Each time he said something about Jisung was cute even if it was like two times it always made his heart flutter. "It's also cute that you're wearing my hoodie, it really fits you.." 

"Okay enough with the compliments!" Jisung exclaimed, hand covering half of his face now. 

Minho chuckled. 

"Do you have a crush?" 

That question made Minho want to tell Jisung so bad how he was his crush, but he knew it wouldn't be good to risk it. 

"I do." 

He smiled thinking about it. Jisung frowned to himself. "What are they like?" 

"Oh, they are the most perfect person to ever exist. Their so adorable with their cute rosy cheeks. I love their laugh too; it is my favorite song." Minho smiled; his smile was so fond. 

"They sound nice." Jisung whispered. 

"They really are." 

Jisung stared into Minho's eyes. They were so soft and glistened when he thought about his crush. 

"next question, have you ever kissed someone Jisung?" Minho asked. 

Jisung gulped, he had never thought about kissing someone only because he wanted his first kiss to be with his crush, Lee Minho. 

"I haven't..." 

Minho hummed. "Do you want to?" 

Jisung's eyes widened. It took Minho a second to understand why Jisung was shocked until he realized. 

"Wait! I meant- do you like you know want to kiss someone—I'm not saying I want to kiss you... hold on I mean yeah; I would kiss you—fuck—I think my friend poured alcohol in my drink... wait scratch that- do you want to kiss me or can I kiss you since I said I did want to... damn was that to straightforward?..." Minho stumbled hard over his words. 

Fuck I ruined my shot. 

Jisung didn't know what to say to that. Did Minho just say he wanted to kiss him? Him meaning: Han Jisung. Could this be his chance to kiss his crush? It wasn't that special, but Jisung so desperately wanted to and if he would kiss Minho then he can consider it special. 

"You can kiss me if you want to..." Jisung whispered, tugging at the bottom of his lip with his fingernail nervously. 

Minho eyes slowly turned round. He glanced down at the bottom lip Jisung was messing with, his lips looked so soft. Jisung's lip: pastel pink dented with little bite marks from him nibbling with it while they talked. 

Now Minho wanted to kiss Jisung so damn bad. He began to lean in looking at Jisung's lips bringing them up to look in the younger's hesitant ones. 

"Will you allow me again?" 

His breath hitched as Minho's face came closer. "Y-yes.. Minho you... I'm allowing you.." 

And with that consent Minho attached their lips. Wait did I read that right? Minho's lips were on top of Jisungs—no movement at all just both of their lips on top of each other's enjoying the soft moment. Minho waited a second before inviting Jisung into a dance of their lips. The younger's eyes fluttered shut his little hands bawling up to Minho's shirt scrunching at the fabric. 

Minho was right. Jisung's lips did taste sweet, like strawberries. Jisung finally accepted the invite and also began to move his lips. His heart was aching by it. His emotions were all over the place, getting thrown across the room. It was so good, so delicate, so sweet. 

A hand found its way under Jisung's hoodie (actually Minho's) and grabbed his waist with such a gentle touch of his hand bringing him closer. 

"I love it..." 

Whispered Minho into the kiss. A soft embarrassed whine galloped away from Jisung's lips as his body was pressed closer to Minho's until their chests touched. Both boy's lungs begged for air but none of them wanted to remove themselves from each other. 

Finally, until their lungs were actually starting to give out, they pulled away. Jisung didn't open his eyes to embarrassed to actually look Minho into his eyes. 

Their soft breaths fogged up the room, both of them not moving. Jisung's hands fell slowly down Minho's chest as he re-gathered his own breath. 

"Our friends are probably wondering where we are." Jisung finally opened his eyes already meeting his with Minho's. 

"Yeah, you're right." 

They didn't even move away. Minho wanted to kiss Jisung some more for longer. He didn't even care that he forgot all about everyone downstairs. Minho pulled his head away with a frown. 

He didn't want to go downstairs. 

"I don't want to leave..." He whined like a child. 

Jisung smiled softly. Minho was a like a baby. 

"We have to go down." 

He got up and looked at Minho who frowned looking up at him. "I want to see you more." 

Jisung bit down on his lip. Where did the confident Minho go? Now this time Jisung got an idea, like the lightbulb and everything.

"Well maybe I can sneak you over tonight...? He muttered, where was his confidence coming from? 

Minho's eyes sparkled at the idea. Sneaking over to hang out more with Jisung, deal. 

"Yeah, let's do that." 

Jisung looked at him. "We can't get caught though." 

"We won't." Minho scoffed standing up. "I've done this before, I should be saying don't get us caught." 

He walked out the door silently Jisung following a long shortly after.