My best day - Minsung Oneshots ★

"Bitch, you for real?"

VI

"Bitch, you for real?"

It was a bunch of actions that lead Minho and Han to a huge argument.
Han thought Minho was too clingy for his well-being and that he was constantly in his personal space.
Everything started... normally, actually. Han went to Minho and told him calmly that he didn't like his constant affection, but he also made clear that he wasn't against affection between them, just not that much. Minho didn't say anything, he just nodded and went on with his day. A week later, nothing changed. Minho still clinged on Han all the time and Han still didn't like it. Han did like Minho's affection, but after some months in their relationship, it started to become too much for him. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. Minho was always next to him, hugging him and kissing him on his mouth and neck.
At some point, that evening, Han snapped and told Minho that he couldn't understand when someone didn't like something and that he couldn't stop himself even for a minute. Han didn't mean to yell, but his tone increased word by word.
Minho immediately stepped back from Han and looked shocked. They then started to argue because Minho was 100% convinced that it was normal in a relationship to become slowly more attached to the other with time. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't even right.
Their fight was pretty intense. It went on for an hour and then Minho loudly and angrily left the dorm.
After Minho went out and silence reigned the dorm, Bangchan immediately ran to see what was going on. Han told him everything and Bangchan was really mad at Minho for not understanding what Han felt. In the end, Bangchan ended up comforting a crying and hurt Han.
Hours passing by, Minho came back at 11:48 pm, almost five hours after his and Han's fight.
He didn't look angry as when he left, instead, he looked calm, relaxed.
Felix, Hyunjin and Jeongin were sitting on the couch under a big white blanket, eating popcorn as the film they were watching was coming to an end.
Han was in the kitchen, sitting on one of the high chairs, holding a cup of what looked like hot chocolate.
Bangchan was going towards the living room when Minho entered. Han, at the sight of his boyfriend, got up from the chair. He was about to speak but Chan preceded him.

"Bitch, you for real?! How the fuck do you not understand that he needs his space?! Are you crazy or something? He can be your boyfriend all you want but it doesn't mean that you have to stay glued to him all the time! And you come back only now?! Seriously, what were you thinking?! That you can get away with it by saying it's norm-"

He got cut off by Hyunjin dropping his popcorn bucket on the floor and Jeongin gasping. When he opened his eyes, Minho was running towards Han. He didn't even wait for anyone to process what was happening as he kissed Han, holding his cheeks with his hands, trying to pull him closer. Everyone was flabbergasted, but not as Han was. At the contact with Minho's lips his eyes widened and his body almost fell back and let his cup drop. Han was confused as hell, but he eventually gave in and kissed Minho back.

"WHAT THE HECK?!" Jeongin yelled, confused and shocked at the scene.

"I feel like Minho's high." Hyunjin replied.

"Yes, definitely." Felix added.

Minho didn't drink when he was out. He was just- well, being himself.

He then broke him and Han apart for a second, a smile stretching on Han's face as Minho kisses him again, his fingers gently sliding down the side of his face to his neck.
Minho took nothing in taking Han's cup from his hand, settling it on the kitchen counter and taking Han in his arms, bringing him in their room. All of this, without ,obviously, stopping the kiss. It was intense: their lips and tongues were battling for dominance and Minho, as always, won. Once in the room, Minho put Han down and closed the door behind them, pinning Han over the cold door.

"Min-" Han mumbled while stopping the kiss to get air in his lungs.

"I'm sorry, for everything. I just like the taste of your lips on mine, and I can't do anything about it."

Minho's hands were now tracing Han's curves as he nibbles on his lower lip, hands teasing every edge as Han moans at Minho's lips being smashed harshly on his again.
After some time kissing, Han is tugging at Minho's collar, out of breath.

"Do you want me to stop?" Minho asks.

"Just the opposite, please." Han hurriedly says.

Just like that, their lips meet again and their night goes on.