minsung one shots

colored into me

ᵈᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ minsungclouds
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smut / 14761
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ᵒᵏᵃʸ ᴵ'ᵐ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵐʸ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖˡˢ
ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ˢᵐᵘᵗ' ⁿᵒ ᵖˡᵒᵗ' ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ
ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵐⁱⁿʰᵒ'ˢ ᵗᵃᵗᵗᵒᵒˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏ
ᴵ ᵈʳᵉʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵐ ᵈᵉˢⁱᵍⁿ °ᴵ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ° ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃᵗᵍᵖᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵐⁱⁿʰᵒ'ˢ ᵃʳᵐ' ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒˢʰᵒᵖᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵗᵍᵖᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵐⁱⁿʰᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ' ʷᵉˡˡ' ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ

ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢˢˢˢ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ

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jisung sighed dramatically for what felt like the seventh time in the past three minutes.

he was sprawled over one of the round tables in the far corner of felix's bakery, the white apron he'd lazily tied around his waist already smudged with flour and powdered sugar. his cheek was pressed against the cool wood surface, his lips forming a perfect pout, and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling like it might offer him entertainment. the low hum of indie music buzzed through the speakers, the kind of mellow lo-fi track that was meant to soothe, but jisung was anything but soothed.

it was nearly 7:40 p.m., twenty minutes until closing, and not a single customer had walked through the doors in over an hour. the little bell above the entrance hadn't jingled in what felt like a lifetime. jisung groaned quietly, legs kicking under the table like a restless child, and let out another sigh just to make sure felix heard it.

felix, who was meticulously wiping down the marble countertop with practiced precision, didn't even glance up at first. "that's the seventh time," he finally said, voice calm and slightly amused. "you're gonna run out of dramatic sighs soon."

"this is the worst day of my life," jisung groaned, voice muffled.

felix didn't even look up from where he was wiping down the counter. "you said that yesterday when the espresso machine ran out of beans."

"that was the worst day of my life. but this is a new worst."

felix snorted.

"my life is so boring," jisung whined, voice muffled by the table.

"my life is boring, not yours," felix shot back, turning around and tossing the rag onto the counter. he leaned against it, arms crossed. "you're in a disgustingly happy relationship, getting railed regularly by your hot biker boyfriend, while i'm still waiting for changbin to grow a pair and ask me out."

jisung cracked one eye open, lifting his head just enough to arch a brow. "not my fault he's hot and broody and scary to everyone except me," jisung said, a little too pleased. "and just ask changbin out yourself," he muttered. "he's shy and kind of an asshole. you'll be waiting forever."

felix wrinkled his nose. "no. i want him to do it first. if i ask him out, he'll get all cocky about it. he'll never let it go."