BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁹⁹⁰🥵Ming x Joe

- no one requested this but I thought why not...? So here you go. I wrote this 2 days ago, had to think if I wanted it out but here -

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The bell rang, echoing through the empty hallways of the school. Ming leaned against the locker, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Joe. He had something important to tell him, something that had been burning in his chest for weeks.

"Hey, Joe," Ming called out, his voice cutting through the din of students.

Joe looked up, a sneer playing on his lips as he spotted Ming approaching. "What do you want, Ming?" he said, his voice a mix of boredom and hostility.

Ming took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice firm despite the tremble in his hands.

Joe rolled his eyes. "Make it quick," he said, sliding his backpack over his shoulder. "I've got better things to do than listen to you whine."

They found a quiet corner, away from the bustling crowd. Ming leaned in closer, his heart racing as the words tumbled out. "I don't hate you, Joe," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think... I think I might like you."

Joe froze, his eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, the hostility in his gaze wavered, giving way to something softer, more vulnerable. Then, with a harsh laugh, he shoved Ming against the lockers. "You're pathetic," he spat. "Always trying to get under my skin."

Ming felt his cheek sting from the impact, but he didn't fight back. He knew Joe's game, the push and pull that had become a strange dance between them. "Is that all it is?" he asked, his voice steady. "Or are you just scared to admit how you really feel?"

Joe's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white against the cool metal. "You're delusional," he hissed. But the way his eyes searched Ming's face told a different story.

"Am I?" Ming challenged, his own anger rising to the surface. "Or are you just too much of a coward to admit that maybe, just maybe, we're not so different after all?"

The air between them crackled with tension, a silent battle raging as their eyes locked. Neither of them knew where this was heading, but they both felt the undeniable pull, the intense connection that had grown from years of rivalry and aggression. And as the seconds ticked by, it became clear that this was no ordinary conversation. It was the beginning of something far more complicated.

"What are you talking about?" Joe growled, trying to regain control of the situation.

Ming swallowed hard, his pulse racing in his ears. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching," he said. "I feel the electricity every time we're close. It's not just bullying anymore, Joe."

Joe's grip loosened, but he didn't let go. He searched Ming's eyes for any hint of deception, any reason to dismiss the confession. But all he found was a raw, unfiltered honesty that made his stomach flip. "You're messing with me," he said, but his voice lacked conviction.

Ming stepped closer, closing the gap between them. "I'm not," he insisted, his breath hot against Joe's skin. "I want to explore this... us. I know you feel it too."

Joe's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. He had never allowed himself to entertain the possibility of Ming's feelings being genuine, but as he stared into those earnest eyes, he found it hard to deny the truth. "This is crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Ming nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. "Yeah, it is. But sometimes crazy is just what we need."

And with that, Joe made his decision. He leaned in, capturing Ming's mouth in a searing kiss that sent shockwaves through both of their bodies. It was aggressive, possessive, and filled with a passion that neither of them had ever dared to acknowledge.