minsung one shots

pouty

ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ minsungclouds
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fluff / 602
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it starts at the café down the street - the one jisung likes, with the ridiculous flower-shaped lattes and the overpriced cookies he always insists are "so worth it, minho, trust me."

they're waiting for their drinks by the counter. jisung's chatting away about a new song he's writing, waving his hands animatedly like he does when he's excited.

minho's barely listening - not because he doesn't care, but because he's watching jisung glow under the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. his hair's a little messy from his beanie, his hoodie sleeves are half covering his hands, and he's smiling like he doesn't even realize it. minho's heart does a weird little flip. just a normal tuesday.

then the barista - a tall guy with a swoopy hairstyle and way-too-white teeth - leans over the counter and grins a little too much at jisung.

"that's a cool hoodie," the barista says, nodding toward jisung's chest. "looks good on you."

jisung blinks. "oh- thanks! it's actually his." he points his thumb at minho and laughs. "I kind of steal all his clothes."

the guy chuckles, and minho's stomach twists a bit. he's not worried or anything. it's not like jisung would ever- but still. he doesn't love the way the barista's eyes linger on jisung just a second too long.

their names are called, and minho grabs the drinks quickly, nudging jisung toward a table in the corner.

"you okay?" jisung asks, sipping his lavender latte. "you're quiet."

minho shrugs. "fine."

jisung raises a brow. "you sure? you have your grumpy face on. like, full scowl mode."

"I do not scowl."

jisung leans across the table and squints at him playfully. "you're scowling right now."

minho sighs, sipping his coffee. "that guy was annoying."

"what guy?"

"the one who was flirting with you."

jisung blinks. then his eyes widen and his lips part - before he bursts into laughter.

"babe, are you jealous?"

minho doesn't answer. he just glares at the whipped cream foam in his cup like it personally offended him.

jisung leans forward, grinning so wide it makes his nose scrunch up. "you totally are. you're doing the pout. the one where your lips go like-" he mimics it with a dramatic frown.

minho rolls his eyes. "he was being weird."

"he complimented my hoodie. that you gave me. that I said I stole from my boyfriend. it wasn't that deep."

minho shrugs again. his cheeks are starting to turn pink now, which only makes jisung grin harder.

"I think it's cute," jisung says, voice softening.

minho looks up.

"that you get jealous," jisung adds, reaching across the table to poke his arm. "you try to act all stoic and 'cool boyfriend' but then you get all pouty and possessive and it's adorable."

minho groans. "don't say it like that."

"what, adorable?" jisung teases, leaning closer. "it is, though."

"I wasn't jealous," minho mutters, though even he doesn't sound convinced.

jisung smirks and sits back, sipping his drink like he's won. "you totally were."

they finish their drinks, and minho sulks all the way back to the apartment - or tries to. but jisung keeps bumping his shoulder into minho's, nudging him with giggles and affectionate little jabs, until finally minho huffs and grabs his hand.

"you're mine, you know," minho mumbles, not quite meeting jisung's eyes.

jisung's grin softens into something gentler. "yeah," he says, squeezing minho's hand. "and you're mine. didn't need a jealous pout to prove it."

minho doesn't say anything - just kisses the top of jisung's head when they reach their door, holding his hand the whole way in.

06.04.2025