minsung one shots

notes between heartbeats pt.2

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff. angst. spice. smut / 45030
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it started with a scream.

well, not a scream exactly - but an exasperated, near-feral threat that tore through the quad like a blade.

"I'm going to kill you, lee minho!"

heads turned. conversations paused. and six very familiar faces looked up from where they sat on the stone benches near the fountain at the center of campus, blinking in the bright afternoon sun as two figures approached them from the path.

minho looked like he had stepped off the set of a music video, dark jeans hugging his legs in the kind of way that should be illegal, black boots clicking on the concrete like a promise, and that damn leather jacket slung lazily over his shoulder.

jisung looked... like he was about to commit a murder.

his hair was windswept, his jacket clutched tightly in one hand, and his expression? furious. bright-eyed. feral. and very much directed at the boy walking beside him like he hadn't just caused a near-death experience.

"why are we killing each other today?" seungmin asked around a mouthful of crackers, voice casual like this was just another tuesday.

jisung didn't even blink. his glare shifted from minho to seungmin with the full force of a thunderstorm, then scanned the rest of their friends.

hyunjin was mid-sip of his iced americano, eyebrows raised in amusement. changbin looked concerned but intrigued. jeongin was already sighing in expectation of drama, and felix- felix was just watching it all with that knowing sparkle in his eye. chan just sighed.

"this-this idiot-tried to kill me!" jisung barked, pointing at minho like he was exhibit a in a very dramatic court trial.

minho? just smirked. the audacity.

"what happened?" changbin asked, ever the peacekeeper, though there was a twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"I told him - explicitly - that I was going to let go for one second to fix my jacket because I thought it was bunched up and making it harder for him to drive," jisung said, breathless with disbelief, like he was recounting a crime scene. "one second! and he-" he pointed at minho, eyes snapping at him for a second before returning to the six people who were listening, "-he turned this- this thing-"

"the handlebar," minho interjected under his breath with a chuckle, which earned him another glare and he closed his mouth, but the faint smirk reminded.

"-thing, and tried to kill me! because I was not holding onto him, and he knew it, and he speed up and I literally saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw the light. I saw my grandma smiling at me with open arms-"

"you're overreacting," minho said, voice soft like a velvet, eyes on jisung like he was the only person here.

jisung turned to him like he'd just admitted to war crimes.

"shut up, lee minho."

minho held up his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk never left his lips.