"I wanna kiss you so hard right now," Minho murmured, his voice thick with alcohol and something darker, his eyes locking onto Jisung's with a hunger that was impossible to ignore.
The two of them were a mess-drunk, disoriented.
Minho's fingertips lightly grazed Jisung's chest, tracing the outline of his shirt in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Kiss me, and I'll kill you," Jisung warned, though the words came out breathless, almost like a plea.
He pushed Minho away weakly, but his body betrayed him, reluctant to break the contact, hesitant despite the challenge in his voice.
"I'll still end up in heaven, darling," Minho said and drowned himself into a passionate kiss as his lips finally met jisung's.
