Han Jisung Oneshots (bxb)💖

🔥Cute🔥 (Minho)

Context~ Minho is constantly teasing Jisung and calling him cute, Jisung can't handle the teasing comments tho...

Genre: Fluffy
Tw: none
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Minho and Jisung had been best friends since middle school, a fact that most people who knew them found hard to believe. Their personalities couldn't have been more different: Minho, bold and charismatic, had always been the popular one. He walked through life with an easy confidence, effortlessly charming everyone around him. Jisung, on the other hand, was quieter, more reserved, a bundle of nerves that never quite settled. But somewhere between their differences, they clicked, and the bond they formed over the years grew unbreakable.

Now in college, they still did everything together: study sessions that usually ended up with them watching movies instead of working, late-night runs for snacks, and weekends spent lounging around each other's apartments. They were comfortable, until recently.

Lately, Minho had turned up the teasing, and Jisung couldn't figure out why. It wasn't that Minho had never teased him before. It was their thing, Minho would say something outrageous, and Jisung would blush or stammer his way through a reply. But lately, it felt different. Minho's teasing had a sharper edge, the compliments and playful flirtations seemed more frequent, and Jisung was having a harder time brushing them off.

It didn't help that Jisung was always embarrassingly easy to fluster. He hated it. Anytime Minho so much as gave him a sidelong glance, Jisung's heart would start pounding in his chest, his mind scrambling to figure out if Minho was being serious or just messing with him again.

One afternoon, they were at Jisung's apartment, sprawled on the couch, watching some random TV show neither of them was really paying attention to. Minho, lounging on the opposite end, had his phone out, his long legs propped up on the coffee table.

"You know," Minho said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. "You're pretty cute when you're all relaxed like this."

Jisung's head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "W-What?"

Minho smirked, not even bothering to look up from his phone. "You heard me. You're cute."

Jisung's face immediately flushed. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Minho, hitting him square in the chest. "Shut up! Stop saying stuff like that."

"Why? It's true." Minho caught the pillow and hugged it to his chest, eyes now fully on Jisung, watching his every move with an amused glint. "Come on, you don't think so?"

"Think what?" Jisung muttered, sitting up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest.

"That you're cute."

Jisung's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't figure out if Minho was being serious or just messing with him again, but it didn't matter. His face was already burning, and he could feel himself getting tongue-tied.

"I...no- I mean, what are you even talking about? I'm not~" Jisung said whining while hiding his face in his hands.

"Yes, you are," Minho cut in smoothly, his voice playful but with a hint of sincerity that Jisung wasn't prepared for. Minho removed Jisung's hands away from his face. "You're cute when you're flustered. It's kind of my favorite thing about you."

Jisung glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the growing redness in his cheeks. "Why do you always have to do this?" he mumbled, more to himself than to Minho.

Minho chuckled, stretching out even more on the couch. "Because it's fun. You're easy to tease."

Jisung groaned and pushed himself off the couch, walking toward the kitchen to get some water. "You're impossible," he grumbled, hoping that putting some distance between them would help him calm down. Minho always had a way of making him feel out of control, like no matter how hard he tried, he could never get a handle on his emotions when Minho was around.

Minho followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with that same easy confidence that made Jisung both envious and annoyed. "You know I don't mean any harm, right?" Minho's voice softened, losing some of its teasing edge. "I just like seeing you get all flustered. It's cute."

There it was again. That word. Cute. Jisung didn't understand why Minho kept throwing it at him like it was nothing, like it wasn't making his heart race every time he said it. He took a deep breath and turned to face Minho, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach. "You really need to stop saying stuff like that," he said, attempting to sound firm but failing miserably.

"Why?" Minho raised an eyebrow. "Does it bother you?"

"Yes!" Jisung blurted out before he could stop himself. "I mean..." He fumbled for words, his face growing even redder. "It's just....why do you keep saying it, it makes me feel weird, like a certain type of way..."

Minho's smirk grew slightly, and he chuckled softly. He stepped closer to Jisung, closing the distance between them, his playful demeanor giving way to something more serious. "Maybe because I like you."

Jisung blinked, frozen in place. "What?"

Minho's gaze was steady, his voice calm but firm. "Maybe I like you, Jisung. Maybe I've been flirting with you because I want to see how you'd react. And maybe, just maybe, I've been waiting for you to figure it out."

Jisung's mind went blank. He stared at Minho, struggling to process what he was hearing. This had to be another joke, right? Another one of Minho's tricks. But the look in Minho's eyes wasn't playful anymore. It was serious and genuine.

"You're messing with me," Jisung said weakly, though his heart was pounding so hard in his chest that it drowned out any sense of certainty.

"I'm not," Minho said, his voice soft but firm. "I like you. I've liked you for a long time."

Jisung's breath caught in his throat. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but none of them made sense. Minho, his best friend, the one who always teased him, who always made him feel flustered, liked him?

"Why didn't you just say something?" Jisung finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minho shrugged, his lips curling into a small, hesitant smile. "I didn't want to ruin things between us. And honestly, I wasn't sure how you'd react. But I couldn't keep pretending it was all just a joke."

Jisung's heart swelled with a mix of confusion and something else, something warm and unfamiliar. He had never really considered the possibility that Minho's flirting might be more than just teasing. But now that he was standing here, looking into Minho's eyes, he couldn't deny the way his own feelings had shifted over time. All those moments of being flustered, embarrassed, even annoyed, it wasn't just because Minho was teasing him. It was because, deep down, he liked it. He liked Minho.

"I..." Jisung started, his voice shaky. "I don't know what to say."

Minho chuckled softly, stepping even closer. "You don't have to say anything right now. Just... think about it, okay?"

Jisung nodded, his heart still racing, but he felt like he had to say something. He couldn't just not tell Minho his true feelings too. "Minho....I uh- I like you too"

Minho smile grew even bigger than before and quickly pulled Jisung into a tight hug. "God, i've been waiting to hear those words for so long baby." Minho said into Jisung ear, making Jisung feel weak in the knees. He couldn't believe this way really happening.

Minho pulled away slightly to stare at Jisung face, he looked at every feature, loving every single one of them. Minho smiled and slowly leaned in. Jisung blushed at this action and didn't quite know what to do. So he mustered up all his courage and met Minho half way. Their lips collided and all the tension broke off. They both melted into the kiss and each others embrace.

The kiss was passionate, full of the love they're felt for one another, that was bottled up for you. Jisung pulled away and blushed, hiding his face into the crook of Minho neck.

They both sighed contentedly, not feeling the need to talk. They were both just happy to be in each others arms.