Minho's friend drops off an old mannequin at his place. The catch? It kisses him when he's asleep!
*This is just a work of fiction.
*The story includes fluff, a bit of mature content, cursing, humor, a bit of angst
Started: 10/23/22
Ended: 01/13/25
Minho started the engine but glanced over at Jisung, who was still lost in his thoughts, probably thinking about the whole "kids" thing.
Minho leaned back in his seat for a second before giving Jisung a sly side-eye, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face. "So... you said you wanted to, what, 'make kids,' right?"
Jisung blinked, turning to face Minho. "Huh? I—"
"You know... you've been talking an awful lot about little Minhos and Jisungs running around..." His voice dropped, lower now. "And if you're that eager..."
"W-Wait, Minho... What are you gonna do?"
Minho's smirk only widened, his hand reaching out to gently trace a finger down Jisung's arm, sending a shiver through him.
"Come on, Sungie... You said it yourself. You want little Minhos, right? Well, what are you waiting for?"
Jisung swallowed hard, feeling his heart race. "Are we gonna fu—"
Minho leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against Jisung's ear as he whispered, "We can't poof kids into existence, but I think we can work on the... other parts."
Jisung felt his entire body heat up, his mind suddenly flooded with a thousand different thoughts at once.
"M-Minho..." His voice was barely a squeak.
"What? You were so eager just a minute ago. What changed?"
"I—It's not that I don't want to—"
Minho chuckled softly, cutting him off. "You don't have to be shy, Sungie. I know you've thought about it." His hand moved from Jisung's arm to rest gently on his thigh, giving it a light squeeze. "Maybe we could practice a little, hm?"
Jisung's breath hitched, his eyes darting nervously around the car as if someone might overhear them, even though they were alone.
"B-But, we're still in the car..."
Minho grinned wickedly, shifting a little closer. "Then I guess we'll have to wait until we get home..."
"Unless," he added, leaning in closer again, "you're feeling really impatient..."
Jisung's heart raced. "W-What do you mean?"
"I mean... who said we have to wait until we're home?"
Jisung's eyes widened, his cheeks burning as he realized exactly what Minho was suggesting. "M-Minho, we can't... here..."
Minho chuckled softly, his breath warm against Jisung's skin. "Why not? No one's around... and you did bring it up."
Before Jisung could protest, Minho's lips brushed against his in a soft, teasing kiss, and all the thoughts of arguing melted away.
Minho slowly pulled back just enough to whisper against Jisung's lips, "Let's see how good you are at this whole 'making kids' thing, hm?"
"Y-You're really not gonna let this go, are you?"
Minho grinned. "Not a chance. Let's... take this home then, shall we?"
Jisung could only nod, his thoughts too scrambled to form any coherent words.
To be continued...
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