Do not touch (Minsung)

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Jisung felt the lights beat down on him and the roar from the crowd as he stepped on stage. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust but once he was walking he was fine. Confident and calm. After doing this for a lot longer now he's gotten much more comfortable and confident on stage. Like all his anxiety fades and it's just him being him.

By the time he turns he sees Lee Know stepping up into the stage getting ready to walk. Jisung stared straight ahead as he walks seeing Lee Know begin walking, the older got closer and closer and Jisung's pulse picked up. Right as they went to pass each other Jisung shifted over knocking his shoulder against Lee Know's as hard as possible making the older stumble.

He kept walking look straight ahead forgetting about the older and about how much trouble he was going to be in. He let the satisfaction of the moment weigh on him. The stylists pulled the larger pieces off of him and he all but sprinted to the dressing room trying to avoid Yeji.

When he finally slammed the door behind himself he laughed loudly jumping back onto the couch. A minute later the door slammed open. "Seriously I knew you were childish but what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Lee Know shouted. "Wah wah." Jisung mocked not even sitting up. "If this is about everything I said just forget about it I told you I didn't mean it." Lee Know gruffly spoke pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it onto Jisung.

Jisung rolled his eyes throwing the shirt back most definitely missing the older. "Do you say those things to everyone you fuck?" Jisung mocked sitting up unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his tattooed frame. "Fuck! You're the only person I've been with Jisung!" Lee Know shouted.

"Oh really what about that guy at the party? Huh!? And your ex??!" Jisung exclaimed remembering that Lee Know used to have a girlfriend a couple years ago. "I mean I knew you were an asshole but I didn't think you'd blatantly lie to my face like that." Jisung spoke and suddenly a weight pressed over his body pinning him to the couch.

"Jisung I'm fucking serious. You're the first person I've been with, the boy at the party I just made out with him in hopes I'd forget about you and the way your tongue feels, the way your body curves into mine, the slight curl at the ends of your hair, the small inhale you take after a particularly long kiss when most people would take a large one, the way you unconsciously bat your eyelashes every time you think hard, the way you chew your food an abnormal amount. I wanted to forget it. And my ex and I never fucked."

"So Han Jisung when I say your my first and only I mean it. I've tried and tried, and I can't get you out of my head it's like your body and soul have become engraved into mine. I can't get rid of it. Which is why we shouldn't do this." He spoke leaning back away from Jisung's pretty face that burned into his retinas. "Why?" Jisung spoke breathily staring up at the older like his life depended on it. "Because we don't work." Lee Know spoke going to move back but being stopped when Jisung's hands held the older's hips firmly in place against his. "Who says?" Jisung spoke looking at the older through his eyelashes.

"I do, because I'm supposed to hate you and you're supposed to hate me, I'm not supposed to love the soft kisses you leave on my skin once we both finish, I'm supposed to love the harsh burn when you yank my hair, not the tingling your fingers leave on my skin. I'm not supposed to love you Jisung. But I do." He let the breath he was holding out and dared to trail his eyes up Jisung's torso to meet the younger's eyes.

"Minho?" He spoke softly. "Yes?" The older spoke maintaining eye contact. "You're perfect." He spoke and Minho shook his head. "Now you're the liar." He spoke placing his hands down on Jisung's belly. "You're perfect to me, and that's all that matters." Minho's breath caught in his throat.

"I'm so in love with you." Minho whispered being yanked forward and pulled into a blistering kiss. Every emotion and thought fueled Jisung's lips as he kissed Minho harshly, softly, and passionately all at the same time. "I love you- too." Jisung spoke pulling away taking the sharp breath he always does. "Fuck you're so beautiful." Minho spoke pulling him into a short kiss.

"So is it over now?" Jisung spoke. "Can we go back to when you said you wanted us to work? Cause I don't wanna fight anymore." Jisung spoke and Minho smiled. "Yes we can, let's not fight anymore." Minho spoke. "I've wanted you since the first time I kissed you." Jisung said staring into Minho's soul. "And I've missed you, god I missed you so much." Jisung spoke and Minho couldn't help but break into a large grin. "So are we not gonna have super hot hate sex anymore?" Minho spoke fake crying.

"We can always role play, or every time we piss each other off we just fuck like we used to. Like every argument we make a promise to just fuck it out. That'd be fun." Jisung spoke and Minho threw his head back laughing loudly. "Sure babe sure."

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