minsung fluff

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"That was a good one you pulled today," Jisung says, laying his legs across Minho's lap.

"What was?" Minho asks.

"Your 'I better call my mother — I think I found the girl of my dreams' from the pick-up line bit."

Minho smiles wryly. "You're not jealous of an imaginary girl, are you?"

"No," Jisung answers, too quickly. "I'm just saying, it was a good one."

"I think you mean more than just, 'it was a good one.' Do you want me to rub your feet or something?"

Jisung had started drumming Minho's stomach with his heels.

"Now that you mention it..." Jisung grins.

Minho sighs, and starts massaging the sole of Jisung left foot.

Jisung continues. "Everyone else was doing the gender neutral pronouns, then you come in, directly saying you're hitting on a girl, and it makes you look as straight as can be."

"Diabolical, right?" Minho says, tickling Jisung's foot arch.

"Ahh, stop, stop." Jisung hits Minho on the shoulder. "And, yes, diabolical. I should gave thought of the same thing."

"No, then it would have been suspicious," Minho says, and taps his temple with his index finger. "See, I thought of everything."

"You're so smart."

"Thanks." Minho smiles, knowing he was being sarcastic.

"Can you warn me next time?" Jisung asks a moment later.

"What do you mean?" Minho replies.

"The next time you're going to be straight for the cameras, can you just let me know, or something."

"You know, I didn't take you for an insecure person before we got together," Minho says, squeezing just the right part of the Jisung's foot, making him moan softly. Minho just grins, raising his eyebrow stupidly.

"I didn't, either," Jisung says, regaining his composure.

"Should I tap you twice on the shoulder and three times on the head next time?" Minho asks, almost mockingly, but he's willing to do whatever is needed to make Jisung comfortable.

"No..." Jisung thinks for a moment. "Yes.... Maybe not that, exactly."

"What then?"

"'Hey, Jisung, I'm going to be straight now, even though we're still dating and I still like you.'"

"Hey, Jisung, I'm going to have to be straight sometime in the future probably, but we're still dating and I still like you."

Jisung smiles. "Thanks. And I'll try to be less jealous in the future."

"It's fine, really," Minho says, patting Jisung's feet tenderly. "It means I can be unsure of myself, too."

"You're not unsure of yourself."

"No, I am. I'm just better at hiding it."

"Hmm." Jisung ponders that. "I don't try to hide it. You shouldn't, either."

"I know," Minho sighs. "Next time my balance is thrown off, I'll tell you all about it."

"Good. I wanna hear about you," Jisung says, meeting Minho's eyes. "You're really good at this, by the way."

"I know," Minho says, pressing the same spot on Jisung's foot.

Jisung blushes. "Stop. You're making an innocent foot rub lewd."

Minho just winks, making Jisung laugh.

"You never fail to disgust me," Jisung notes.

"Am I such a disgusting prospect to you?" Minho asks.

"You know you're not," answers Jisung. "That's just not what is happening right now."

Minho raises his stupid eyebrows again. Jisung blushes even brighter than before.

"You're blushing," Minho observes, narrowing his eyes.

Jisung covers his face with a pillow.

Minho crawls over to him, takes the pillow and puts it away, planting a kiss on Jisung's lips. Minho settles back down on the other side of the couch, started up rubbing Jisung's feet again.

And Jisung could die right here. Everything is perfect.