Coffee & Tea || minsung

7

"Maybe if you stop flicking me on the forehead I will." He grabbed Minhos hand without thinking.

They had become so close. Faces only inches apart. Jisungs mouth hung open as Minho stared at it. Jisungs lips were perfect, they were straight out of a movie.

Jisung was staring at Minhos eyes. The way they sparkled everytime he smiled. His eyes trailed to his lips. The way Minho had a heavy top lip and a thin bottom one was so addictive.

Jisung himself had a heavy bottom lip and a thin top one. It was like they were crafted for each other.

"I'm only doing this because it's part of the dare, and I suck at lying." Jisung let out quickly his words blurring together.

Minho initiated the kiss tilting his head to the right. Jisung followed Minhos lead.

It had been a while since either of them had kissed someone. Jisung hadn't kissed someone since he broke up with his toxic ex who only Felix knew about.

Minho on the other hand had never been in a serious relationship. He did what he called the fuck and flee.

Sometimes the people he hooked up with would try to make it more intimate. They would try to kiss him but every time he would decline and usually leave.

He would even block the numbers he was given. Commitment was something he struggled with.

Their lips connected like puzzle pieces. It was short and sweet. They both opened their mouths but neither dared to add their tongue. Still Jisung thought it was better than his ex ever could.

"Shit. I haven't kissed someone since like the tenth grade." Minho admitted awkwardly running his hand through his hair.

Jisung was genuinely shocked. Even with no tongue Jisung could tell Minho had some natural talent or something, because those lips did not disappoint.

"For real? I thought you like fucked people for a living?!"

"What! No! The hell did you get that idea?" Minho retorted.

"You said you fucked somebody last week. I assumed you were some sort of sex worker. Not that that's bad or anything!" Jisung panicked thinking Minho took it in a bad way.

"I mean what other reason would you have to fuck and run?" He finished.

"I actually call it the fuck and flee. It has a better ring." Minho casually shrugged.

"Still how have you not kissed someone since tenth grade?"

"Luck," he lied not wanting to admit his real problem with commitment.

"How the hell is that luck?" Jisung shook his head. The words that came from Minhos mouth were something else. He was so unpredictable.

"Just because I fucked somebody doesn't mean I kissed them. Usually they take it from the back. I hate eye contact." His words were so hypocritical as he started into Jisungs eyes.

"So you're a top?" Jisungs didn't think before speaking again. I mean neither did Minho. The tow of them together just created an unhinged mess.