minsung fluff

snap shot

Minho's phone snaps the picture. It's slightly blurry, but the line between a bad photo and an artistic one is blurry as well.

They look cute. Like boyfriends, Minho thinks. Now he wonders if he should post them — if that would just be raising suspicions needlessly.

"Another," Jisung insists. "I looked angry in that one."

"Sure," Minho replies. "But I'm going to run out of data soon."

Jisung rests his head on Minho's shoulder again, smiling in that tiny way Stays on Instagram go crazy over. The picture is taken, and Jisung marvels at Minho's selfie prowess. He's never taken a bad photo. Some are so beautiful, Jisung just has to save them on his phone. But he'd never admit that.

Minho scrolls through his camera roll. The last two are the best.

"You're handsome," Minho notes. "More than handsome."

"I look tired," Jisung grumbles.

"You are tired," Minho says, pushing Jisung's shoulder. He flops back onto the bed, his eyes automatically fluttering closed. Minho keeps scrolling through their selfies. "You've been working too hard."

"I know. I don't want to mess anything up."

"It's not your fault," Minho says. "And you're not going to mess anything up... Do you really think I should post these?"

"I don't know," Jisung says, rubbing his eyes. "We haven't posted a selfie together in a while. It might get suspicious. Besides, it would make some Stays happy. A few of them think we would make a good couple."

"Really?" Minho asks, his eyebrows raised.

"Mmhmm."

"Are we actually that obvious?"

"Maybe. But they can't prove it."

Minho laughs. "You're ruthless."

Jisung giggles weakly. "I'm dying. Can I just sleep forever? You know what, I'm just gonna do that."

"Sounds fine to me," Minho replies.

"Can I stay over here?" Jisung asks, adjusting the pillow under his head. "I swear my legs are gonna fall off if I try to walk."

"Of course," Minho says, getting up and tugging the blanket out from under Jisung's comatose body. He looks like a lifeless marionette; a beautiful, blue haired, marionette with chubby cheeks. Minho lays the heavy comforter over Jisung, who curls up even smaller than usual, and then crawls in next to him.

Jisung reels over to him and brushes the deep blue locks from his own forehead. Minho is staring at him.

"What?" Jisung croaks.

"One more picture?" Minho asks sheepishly.

"Fine," Jisung answers.

Minho steadies the phone in his hand, holding it over the two. He sets it to go off in ten seconds.

Then Minho reaches out and touches Jisung's chin, leaning forward and kissing him tenderly.

The picture is captured, never to be released.