I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

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"I'm telling you, it's good! Mint chocolate chip is popular for a reason!" Minho argued, stabbing his spoon in Jisung's direction.

"You obviously need to get your taste buds checked out because ew."

"Look, just try it, okay? I promise, it'll taste great. It's been...three years you said? Try it."

Hesitating, Jisung stared at the spoon that was being held out for him. Slowly leaning forward, Jisung opened his mouth slightly and took the mint-flavored ice cream into his mouth. Before pulling away though, he made the grand mistake of glancing up at the majestic being before him.

Shit.

Once again, Jisung's heart skipped a beat and a fluttering feeling arose in his stomach. His breath caught in his throat.

Jisung had never noticed the sharpness of his nose, or how his doe-shaped eyes gleamed in the light, or how his light brown hair was blowing effortlessly, moving with the slight breeze of the afternoon.

Minho stared right back, with an intense gaze. Blush covered both of their faces as they looked away from each other in embarrassment.

"I-"

Jisung pulled back, clearing his throat and letting the flavor of the ice cream sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing. Tilting his head, he said, "one more taste?"

Receiving another spoonful, his eyes lit up.

"What the fuck?"

"See? I told you!"

"There's no fucking way- can we trade?"

"Hell, no. Why don't you get your own?"

"I'm too lazyyyy."

"We can-um, we can share?"

"Okay, bet," Jisung agreed, not realizing what that would actually mean.

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"We should do the thing couples do where they cross their arms and eat."

"But we're not a couple."

"We could be."

"We're also in public."

"Exactly. I want everyone to know you're mine," Jisung said, lowering his voice and leaning in since he was now sitting directly next to Minho.

Minho felt something stir in the pit of his stomach and Jisung noticed too, placing his hand on the older's meaty thigh that was currently exposed due to his shorts.

"J-Jisung."

"Minho," he whispered back, sliding his hand under the other's shorts and riding them up to his underwear.

"Jisung," Minho whispered, placing his hand on Jisung's thigh and applying pressure.

Chuckling, Jisung retracted his hand and stood up, collecting his trash.

"Alright, let's go."

"Wh-"

"We're in public darling."

"Don't you have a-"

"An exhibition kink? Why, yes, I do. But, like you said, we can't have sex. Tragic, but true."

"W-"

"It's okay, Minho. I understand. Let's go, yes?"

Nodding, embarrassed, Minho stood up and followed Jisung shyly back to the limousine.

What's he doing to me? Minho thought. Of course, he knew, but he didn't want to admit how intense his feelings were becoming.

Jisung, on the other hand, was having a breakdown inside because he didn't know what these strange feelings were or why they were increasing. But, he did know, he wanted to explore them.