minsung one shots

forehead kisses

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ

minho had always been a contradiction. his exterior was cool, composed, and sharp-edged, like a sheet of glass cut to perfection. people often called him aloof or sarcastic, his words edged with a playful bite that kept everyone at a safe distance.

but underneath all that, hidden away where only a few were lucky enough to glimpse, was a softness so pure it almost hurt.

jisung had seen that softness early on. he caught it in the way minho cradled his cats, whispering to them like they were tiny royals who required only the best of his affection.

he saw it when minho would let his guard down after a long day, eyes drooping but still watching jisung with something fragile and unspoken. and he heard it in the occasional sigh minho let out when jisung hugged him just right - tight but gentle, grounding but tender.

but despite all the affection minho showed his cats, his friends, and even jisung himself, he rarely let it be shown in reverse. he stiffened at unexpected touches and deflected compliments with sarcastic humor.

jisung didn't mind it. it was part of who minho was. but he couldn't ignore how minho melted, so briefly and beautifully, whenever he accidentally did something especially tender.

like that one rainy night when they were sitting on the couch, tangled up in blankets and half-watching a movie neither of them really cared about. minho had been quieter than usual, his eyes heavy-lidded and his body sinking deeper into the cushions.

"long day?" jisung asked, his voice soft.

"yeah, just... tired," minho replied, his words coated with the edge of exhaustion.

without thinking, jisung shifted closer and reached out, his hand cupping the side of minho's face as he pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

minho went completely still, his eyes widening slightly as if someone had just pressed pause on his entire being. but the silence that followed was far from awkward. it was more like the quiet before a snowfall, delicate and pure.

jisung pulled back, his fingers still lingering against minho's cheek. "you okay?" he asked with a grin, trying to lighten whatever had just passed between them.

minho blinked, his gaze lowering. "yeah. just... you surprised me, that's all."

but jisung didn't miss the faint blush dusting minho's cheeks or the way his shoulders seemed to relax just a little more.

it happened again and again after that, unintentionally at first. jisung would press his lips to minho's forehead whenever he greeted him, or when minho was rambling on about something completely random but fascinating. sometimes, it was just before they parted ways or when minho drifted off to sleep during the day for a small nap.

and each time, jisung noticed how minho's eyes would flutter closed, how his lips would part as if he was letting out a breath he'd been holding for hours.

jisung had always been affectionate. it was his language, his way of saying things he couldn't always find the words for. but something about how minho responded to forehead kisses - and more importantly, how he tried not to respond - made jisung want to do it even more.

so, he did.

they were sprawled on minho's bed one lazy sunday afternoon, minho curled up with his head on jisung's chest, his breathing slow and steady. his cat, dori, was nestled between them, purring contentedly.

"hey, min?" jisung murmured.

"mm?" minho's eyes remained closed, his voice muffled by jisung's hoodie.

"can I ask you something?"

"... sure."

"do you like it when I kiss your forehead?"

minho's body tensed, his fingers twitching where they rested against jisung's side. but after a moment, he sighed, the sound heavy and resigned. "why are you asking?"

"because... I feel like you do. and I just want to know if I'm right. no pressure, though."

minho was silent for a long time, long enough that jisung almost started apologizing for asking. but then, minho spoke, his voice small and almost shy. "I... yeah. I like it. a lot."

jisung's smile was immediate, warmth unfurling in his chest like the first bloom of spring. "then why do you always act like you hate it?"

"it's not that I hate it," minho mumbled, his words all but swallowed by the fabric of jisung's hoodie when he buried his face in jisung's chest. "I just... it feels weird to admit that I like it. that I... want it."

jisung's heart ached at the admission, understanding washing over him like sunlight after a storm. "minho, it's okay to want things. especially affection. especially from me."

minho's fingers tightened against jisung's side, his touch a little firmer now. "you're... so annoying."

jisung chuckled, threading his fingers through minho's hair, his other arm wrapping around minho, pulling him impossibly closer. "and you're terrible at accepting love. but that's okay. because I'm really good at giving it."

"yeah, I noticed."

they fell into a comfortable silence, the kind only years of knowing each other could create. jisung continued to stroke minho's hair, his thumb tracing gentle circles against his scalp.

and then he pressed another kiss to minho's forehead, lingering there longer than usual. minho didn't stiffen this time. instead, he melted, his body going completely lax against jisung's.

jisung swore he heard him mumble something like "I love you" before his breathing evened out into the calm, quiet rhythm of sleep.

and jisung just held him, smiling like he'd won something precious. because he had.

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