minsung/skz one shots

love you right.

I can put my love in your mouth where you swallow it.

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They were enemies - through and through. Not the kind of enemies that hurt each other, or insulted each other, but Minho's mood dropped the second Jisung walked into their damn shared office every morning and Jisung grimaced at the sight of Minho sitting on that stupid chair, manspreading, wishing he could wipe that cocky annoying grin out of his face whenever he realized that Minho hid his files and he had to look for them in the whole office. 

Minho didn't believe in love at first sight, but after meeting Jisung, he definitely believed in hate at first sight. And as much as he tried to remember how this hate relationship with Jisung even started, he could not remember. They went together to highschool, and ended up in the same course at their first choice college. Minho released a high pitched laugh the second he saw Jisung in his newly assigned office at his dream job, everyone must have thought he went insane as he was standing there in the hallway, eyes fixated on Jisung's silhouette sitting in the office, laughing like a lunatic. It seemed like no matter what, they were destined to end up next to each other. Forced to do projects together in highschool, forced to sit next to each other at college and now? Now they were forced to work together as journalists in one and the same god damn office.

He heard Jisung grunt as the younger one noticed that Minho hid his files again and Minho had no explanation for the feelings that he got out of that - he simply enjoyed seeing Jisung in distress. His colleague was on his knees on the other side of their shared desk and Minho watched his fluffy hair bounce as he opened his drawers one by one. “Alright, where are they?”, Jisung asked after rummaging through all his desk drawers, his forehead was peaking over the table and his bambi eyes squinted at him. Yeah, Jisung could try as much as he wanted, he’d never look intimidating to Minho, not with those eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sungie”, he replied, knowing Jisung hated to be called like that - he preferred Han or Hannie. “I told you a million, no, two million times to stop calling me that”, Jisung muttered as he placed his palm on the desk in support to get up from the ground. “And I asked you just as many times to stop hiding my files.”

Minho chuckled at Jisung’s rosy cheeks and his shaky breath. He knew Jisung was having a hard time confronting people, although he thought after all the times he confronted Minho, it would have been easier on him by now. Minho opened his first drawer, pulled out a small stack of files and wiggled them in front of his face. “Here”, he teased and got up, slowly reaching his arm out to hand them to Jisung, just to snap them up as soon as the younger one tried to take them into his hands. “What is your fucking problem?”, Jisung cursed, making Minho part his soft lips in surprise. Jisung never cursed before, let alone did he curse at him in particular. “I was just messing with you”, Minho answered, dropped the files onto Jisung’s desk and walked back to his own seat. The look in Jisung’s eyes sent a shiver down his spine - although he couldn’t tell why that was. “Just stop it”, Jisung said, ruffled through his dark brown hair and crammed his files together. “I’m tired of it.” With that being said, he turned around, opened the door and Minho was forced to watch him walk out of the office.

Jisung swearing took him by surprise, even though he should have scolded him, he let it pass. He was sure it was the first and last time Jisung would curse at him, and if not - well, he had no answer for that yet. Minho decided to lay low and stop teasing him for a while, he was certain that Jisung would calm down and forgive him - he always did. He finished up his article about a hurricane that destroyed a whole neighborhood a day ago and sent it in to his boss, before he turned off his laptop and grabbed his bag to have lunch at the other end of the street. His legs took him to his favorite little restaurant, the owner was a childhood friend and even though he said that was not the reason why he came by every day he was at the office, his friend teased him and granted him a discount of fifty percent, that he’d gladly take as long as he had to pay down the student loan.