Maybe, just maybe - Minsung

Chapter seven

NOTE: I have not proof-read this because i really wanted to post a new chapter since it's sunday, so excuse me for all of the grammatical errors you might find!!

Jisung's laughter fills the room, light and teasing, easing the tension hanging between them. His arms wrap snugly around Minho's waist, keeping him close as Minho straddles his lap. The couch shifts beneath them, but neither seems to notice, too absorbed in each other.

How they ended up here isn't important. Just as unimportant as the discarded movie night snacks that lie on the coffee table—half-eaten popcorn, a bowl of candy, and a spilled drink that has left a damp ring on the surface.

Minho's hands rest on Jisung's shoulders, his fingers occasionally tightening as he tries to steady himself. His skin burns with a flush that creeps down to his neck, made worse by Jisung's stupidly hot smirk.

"Look at you," Jisung chimes, his thumb grazing Minho's cheek. "you're practically glowing. It's adorable."

Minho glares, trying to form a retort, but his breath catches as Jisung edges nearer, their noses barely touching. The proximity makes his pulse quicken, leaving him flustered. "I'm not," he mumbles, but the tremor in his voice betrays him.

"Sure you're not," Jisung teases, lips hovering just close enough to make Minho crave more. "But those red ears say otherwise."

Minho swallows, the space between them narrowing. His resolve falters. "Stop talking," he manages, eyes darting to Jisung's mouth.

"Stop talking?" Jisung's lips curl into a grin as he shifts, letting them brush lightly along Minho's jaw instead. "But why would I do that when you're this cute?" He whispers, his breath warm against Minho's skin. "Besides, I think you secretly enjoy it."

A quiet sound escapes Minho as Jisung continues, his mouth trailing teasing kisses along his neck. Minho's fingers dig into his shirt, trying to hold onto the last bits of control, but it's slipping fast.

Jisung, ever patient, takes his time. He moves from Minho's collarbone back up, each touch deliberate, savouring the soft sighs he draws out. When their eyes meet again, Jisung's gaze smoulders with desire, his intent unmistakable.

"You want more?" His voice is low, hands sliding down Minho's back, resting just above the curve of his ass.

Minho's glare shifts, taking on a more pleading look. "Stop being a tease," he mutters, frustration edging his tone. "Just kiss me."

Jisung's smirk softens as he draws Minho in, erasing the distance between them. "As you wish," he murmurs before their mouths finally slot against each other.

The kiss is slow, as if Jisung is relishing every feeling. His hand cradles the back of Minho's head, keeping him near. Minho lets himself lean into it, the banter forgotten in the warmth between them.

But Jisung doesn't stay gentle for long. His teeth catch Minho's lower lip, tugging just enough to pull a gasp from him. The kiss deepens, Jisung's tongue sliding against his. Minho clings tighter, the shift making his mind spin, letting Jisung take control.

One of Jisung's hands slips under Minho's shirt, his palm pressing against the bare skin of his back. The touch sends shivers through Minho, his body reacting despite his attempts to stay composed.

When Jisung pulls away, they're both flushed, their lips slightly swollen. Jisung grins at the sight of Minho, his blush deeper now, spreading down to his exposed collarbones.

"See?" Jisung's voice is husky as his fingers brush a strand of hair from Minho's face. "All worked up because of me."

Minho narrows his eyes, but there's no real bite to it. "You're insufferable," he grumbles, though he's already leaning back in for another kiss, tender this time, more restrained but no less wanting.