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"Then kiss me. . ."

Jisung's gaze shifted from Minho's lips to his captivating brown eyes, radiating an irresistible intensity. The sheer power of his stare was so overwhelming that Minho had to collect himself before he lost his sanity.

Minho hesitated briefly, relishing the approval granted by the most beautiful individual he had ever laid eyes on.

With a gentle touch, his hand caressed Jisung's jawline, his fingers delicately grazing against his ear, as he cautiously closed the distance between them, savoring every moment of anticipation.

Jisung's eyelids slowly shut as he welcomed the tenderness of Minho's lips and the warmth they brought.

For a brief moment they just lingered there, their lips touching softly, until Minho initiated a slow movement, treating jisung as delicately as fragile fine china.

Jisung's fingers traced a path along his shoulder as he tilted his head, craving more than just a quick kiss.

Minho's heart stammered against his ribcage at a rapid pace (jisung wasn't any better) and he wondered if jisung heard it from how loud it was beating in his ears.

The older's weathered hands gently shifted from his face to encircle his waist, a slender frame he had been dying to embrace.

With his impressive upper body strength, Minho effortlessly shifted Jisung onto his thighs, their lips locked in an unbreakable embrace. The sensation was nothing short of heavenly, a moment of pure bliss that engulfed them both.

Jisung's expression brightened with a playful grin when Minho playfully nibbled on his lower lip, silently asking for permission to intensify the kiss. Without any hesitation, Jisung eagerly allowed him in, and their passion immediately ignited.

Their tongues intertwined and Jisung felt like he was on cloud nine. The noise that slipped out of his mouth made Minho grin, while Jisung blushed with embarrassment.

They unfortunately, had to pull apart for air, much to their dismay.

Minho softly pressed their lips together again, then rested his forehead against Jisung's. It seemed like he was hesitant to fully accept that this moment was real, afraid that it might disappear like one of his passing dreams.

Suddenly, a refreshing breeze swept through the rooftop, causing Jisung to shiver in his spot on Minho's thighs, serving as a stark reminder that they had indeed just made out. And both enjoyed every bit of it.

"Whoa. . ."

Jisung moved his head back, a light giggle escaping his now bruised lips, "yeah, 'woah'. . .that was. . ."

"Fucking amazing." Minho spoke up, finishing Jisung's sentence.

"Mhm." Jisung's eyes bore into Minho's facial features as if needing to commit this moment to memory.

His bottom lip was between his teeth before he let go of it to speak. "Min, kiss me a. . ."

The words got swallowed by minho who eagerly dived in to capture his lips once again, this time being a tad bit harsher than before.

But alas, all good things must come to a close, and regrettably for them, the bell chimed.

"I'm seriously tempted to smash that bell with something. I hate is so fucking much."

Jisung cackled at Minho's hatred for the inanimate object and got off him. Minho unwilling to let him go, complained and sulked.

"Don't goooo~"

Jisung shot Minho a playful glare, "Come on, Minho! You have a class and I have study period. Let's go before we end up being late."

The elder of the pair simply rolled his eyes to the back of his head before standing up from where he was sitting, reaching out to grab Jisung's hand, and strolling back down the stairs.
Minho adored the feeling of holding Jisung's hand. It just seemed to fit perfectly in every possible way.

~

Jisung couldn't help but chuckle at Minho's clinginess. They had been standing outside the grand oak doors of the library for a mere two minutes, and Minho already seemed reluctant to part ways.

"You have to go min min. We can hang out when school's over."

"I want to hang out now though." He spoke in pout, hoping that jisung would miraculously say 'okay you can skip this one time', but he wasn't that lucky.

"Minho."

He couldn't help but scrunch up his nose in response to Jisung's tone. It irked him whenever Jisung uttered his name with such gravity.

"Fine," he finally said, listening to the younger.

Jisung tapped his cheek, leaving his hand there for a moment longer, "I'll treat you to ice cream later to make you feel better. How's that?"
His boba orbs sparkled as he stared at Minho with a fondness only he would be able to experience from jisung.

Minho's gaze grew gentle as memories of countless ice cream outings with his father flooded his mind. Though a hint of sorrow shadowed his eyes, he swiftly concealed it, believing Jisung wouldn't catch on.

"Ice cream it is then," he finally answered.

The second bell rang signaling the last warning for students to get to their classes.

Minho sneakily planted a surprise kiss on his cheek then rushing down the hallway and disappearing around the bend.

"I swear he's gonna be the cause of my cardiac arrest..." Jisung whispered out to himself as he's full on grinning, before opening the door and going to the back to finish up an essay.

a/n: idk how to feel.

Stream 'your eyes tell' by bts.