minsung one shots

quiet rush

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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slight spice. fluff / 2537
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ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿ ᴵⁿˢᵗᵃᵍʳᵃᵐ
ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ' ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ⁱˢ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ

it was a crisp autumn evening, the kind that tasted like the end of something and the beginning of something else. golden light filtered lazily through the bare branches above, casting fractured shadows across the ivy-clad facade of the old university building.

the air smelled faintly of dry leaves and woodsmoke, the quiet rustle of foliage stirred by a playful breeze. they drifted down like confetti - burnt oranges and muted reds - collecting in corners of the cracked concrete plaza where minho waited, still and unhurried.

he sat on the front hood of his car, parked under a tree, just off the narrow campus drive that cut between two rows of aging buildings. the metal beneath him was warm from the last of the day's sun, and he leaned back slightly, booted feet planted on the ground, legs parted slightly, arms crossed against his chest.

his olive-green jacket was zipped halfway, snug around his lean frame, the collar pulled up just enough to graze his jawline. he looked perfectly composed - relaxed in that way only minho could manage, with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, like he knew something no one else did.

his eyes, sharp and patient, flicked up the path that wound between the buildings. jisung was late. again. but minho didn't care. waiting for jisung had become a quiet pleasure. there was something delicious in the anticipation, in those long, drawn-out minutes before the chaos arrived, breathless and bright-eyed.

sure enough, a familiar shape appeared, moving fast - a hoodie half-off his shoulder, a too-large backpack bouncing against his back with every hurried step. jisung's cheeks were flushed from the cold and the rush, glasses sliding low on the bridge of his nose, which he adjusted with a distracted motion. strands of hair curled messily across his forehead, and there was that boyish, slightly frazzled charm that made minho's chest ache in the most infuriating way.

"minho," jisung huffed, coming to a stop in front of the car, slightly doubled over as he caught his breath. "sorry i'm-"

but he didn't get to finish.

minho reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, fingers curling gently but firmly. with a tug, jisung stumbled forward, landing between minho's knees. before he could protest, minho's arms slipped around his waist, settling him close, almost chest-to-chest. he leaned in, his voice low, a teasing hum against the shell of jisung's ear.

"late," he murmured, lips just barely brushing his skin. "again."

jisung flushed immediately, his hands hovering awkwardly, unsure where to land. "yah-minho, we're in public-"

"so?" minho tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing jisung's cheek in a ghost of a touch. "you're cute when you're flustered."

the protest wilted on jisung's tongue as he met minho's gaze - warm brown eyes flecked with gold, soft in the evening light, and infuriatingly knowing. minho had that look again, the one that said he was ten steps ahead and enjoying every second of it.

then, with that maddening slowness of his, minho did it - the thing he always did. he leaned in and gently tugged his glasses off, as if to kiss him... and stopped just before their lips touched, lips brushing his nose instead, and then smirked.

"mm...?" jisung blinked, confused, staring at him.

minho chuckled, the hand that was holding the glasses falling to his side as he placed them beside him on the front hood of the car carefully. "I just wanted to see your face up close," he said with mock innocence.