Maybe, just maybe - Minsung

Chapter ten

NOTE: Hello loves <3 I know this chapter is really late, and I'm so sorry for the wait! This one turned out pretty long, and to be honest, writing smut is still a bit of a challenge for me—so that's about 90% of why it took me so long to get it done. But I just finished a quick skim-read and wanted to share it with you right away! So fair warning that it might not be my best work, but I'll let you be the judge of that! Hope you enjoy, and thank you for your patience!

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Minho finishes his shift at the café, the slow afternoon sun dipping behind the clouds as he wipes down the counters for the last time. He checks the clock; the pharmacy down the street is still open for another hour. With a quiet sigh of relief, he quickly changes out of his uniform, trading it for a peach-coloured cardigan and blue baggy jeans that feel like home, and heads out.

The familiar chime of the pharmacy door greets him as he steps inside. Behind the counter, Jisung's gaze flickers upward, his expression brightening when their eyes meet.

"Miss me already?" Jisung's tone is teasing, a grin tugging at his lips as he sets his phone down.

Minho rolls his eyes, masking his amusement. "Hardly. I'm just here as a regular customer."

Jisung arches a brow, his smile widening. "Sure you are. But there's another pharmacy right across the street. Funny you ended up here."

"Maybe I should just leave then." Feigning thoughtfulness, Minho gestures to the door.

Jisung's laughter rings out, light and easy. "Alright, I'll stop. Just—come back here."

Reluctantly, Minho steps closer, the warmth of Jisung's gaze drawing him in.

"So," Jisung leans against the counter, his eyes gleaming. "What can I get for you today, baby?"

Minho feels his pulse quicken at the endearment, but keeps his calm. "Not very professional, is it?"

Jisung shrugs, flashing an impish grin. "You gonna order, or should I guess?"

"Painkillers," Minho responds, keeping his tone steady as he brushes off the flirtation.

Jisung hums at the request, turning toward the shelves with practised proficiency. The silence between them lingers as he retrieves the pack, setting it on the counter with a smile. "Anything else?"

Minho hesitates, feeling heat crawl up his neck. "Condoms."

The word hangs between them, the comfortable atmosphere faltering for just a moment. Jisung's eyes widen, his grin stalling as his cheeks take on a light pink hue. "What was that?"

Minho shoots him a pointed look. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

And Jisung shakes his head, regaining his composure quickly with his smirk returning with a sharper edge. "Sure. What size?"

"Depends." Minho tilts his head, eyes glinting with mischief. "What's your size?"

For once, Jisung looks genuinely caught off guard, his mouth opening and closing as he scrambles for a response. "Come again?"

Minho chuckles, stepping closer. "I'm sure you heard me the first time."

Jisung swallows, his mouth hastily finding its upturned corners once more. "Well, if I'm the one you're buying them for, you won't need any."

The remark has Minho quirking an eyebrow, intrigued. "And why's that?"

"Because I'm clean." He leans nearer, his voice low enough to make Minho's heart stutter. "Are you?"