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: ???
Minho barely took a step into the apartment before he turned toward Jisung, his eyes dark with that same playful intent from earlier.
"Come here," he said, voice low.
Jisung didn't need to be told twice. He felt the pull in his chest as Minho closed the distance between them.
Before he could even catch his breath, Minho's hands were on him, gripping his waist and pulling him closer.
The next thing Jisung knew, his back was against the wall, and Minho's lips were on his, pressing with more intensity than before.
Jisung's hands instinctively found their way to Minho's shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he tried to keep up with the sudden rush of it all.
He could feel Minho's hands, slowly sliding up under his shirt, sending shivers across his skin.
And then, just as suddenly, Minho pulled away, leaving Jisung gasping for breath.
"You wanted to make kids, right?"
Jisung swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Y-Yes..."
Minho cut him off with another kiss, slower this time.
It wasn't long before Minho's hands found their way back to Jisung's waist, gripping him tightly before guiding him toward the bedroom.
They stumbled through the doorway, Minho leading the way as they made it to the bed.
With a gentle push, Minho slowly lowered Jisung onto the mattress, hovering over him for a second as if giving Jisung a moment to catch his breath.
Jisung's cheeks were flushed, his mind spinning as Minho's gaze held his captive. "Minho... I..."
Minho smirked, brushing a strand of hair away from Jisung's face. "Hm? Having a change of heart?"
Jisung gulped. "W-Well..."
Minho's hand traced a line down his chest, "You know, Sungie... I'm more than happy to help you practice."
Before Jisung could respond, Minho leaned down, capturing his lips in another kiss.
The weight of Minho against him, the warmth of his touch—it was all too much and yet not enough at the same time.
Jisung broke off the kiss. "W-Wait! Minho... I... I feel... weird..."
Minho's eyes widened. Oh no, did he come off too strong?!
"Jisung, are you okay?" He hurriedly asked, lifting Jisung up.
Jisung's eyes are teary.
Shit. Minho thinks he has fucked up.
"Hey, Sungie... Tell me what's wrong... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that... I just... I got way ahead of myself... I'm sorry, are you alright..."
Jisung sniffs. "Y-Yes... I'm really sorry, Minho... I-I don't know what's happening to me but I... I really feel like saying this to you right now..."
A few tears drop from his eyes.
Minho wipes off his tears. "H-Hey... you're scaring me... what's wrong, Sungie? Did you feel uncomfortable? You can tell me. I won't do this ever again."
Jisung shakes his head. "N-No... it's not that..."
He bows his head down. His tears fall.
"Minho... I'm really sorry... but... I feel..."
"I 😍 feel 😝 like 👍 Cinderella 🥀 naega 🔥 byeonhae 💦🌈"
"What 🤖. What the sigma 🤓☝. What in the skibidi rizz Ohio gyatt just happened 🤨😰👅🦄. Bro edged me 😂😂🤑."
To be continued...
The good ending: Naega Byeonhae
The bad ending: I feel like the possibility of all those possibilities being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen
