Minsung Oneshots

work

Minho arrived home from work, utterly exhausted. The long hours and relentless demands of the day had left him drained, yearning for nothing more than a hot shower and a moment of peace. Without hesitation, he headed straight to the bathroom, eager to wash away the day’s stress. The warm water cascaded over him, soothing his tired muscles and bringing a sense of relief.

Feeling somewhat refreshed after his shower, Minho wrapped himself in a towel and made his way to the bedroom he shared with Han. This arrangement was temporary, a necessary solution since jisung had a fight with his parents and had nowhere else to go. Minho of course accepted him with open arms.

As Minho entered the dimly lit room, he noticed Jisung sprawled across his bed, looking vulnerable. The sight only made Minho determined to provide comfort.

Quietly, Minho approached the bed, careful not to startle Jisung. As he moved to sit down beside him, his hand accidentally brushed against Jisung's thigh. The unexpected contact drew a soft, involuntary moan from Jisung’s lips, causing him to blush deeply. Embarrassed by his own reaction, Jisung quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks burning with a mix of shame and confusion.

Minho, however, found himself intrigued by the situation. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, and a playful smirk began to form on his lips. He couldn't help but be amused by Jisung's reaction, the way the younger boy's face had turned an adorable shade of red.

"Well, what do we have here?" Minho teased lightly, his voice low and full of mirth. "Didn’t know you were so sensitive, Ji."

Jisung's embarrassment only deepened at Minho's teasing words. He tried to stammer out a response, but his voice failed him. Instead, he looked away, desperately wishing the ground would swallow him up

Kinda short but wtv, next chapter will me smuttt