minsung fluff

of course

As you can probably tell by now, I love writing jealousy stories. If you're not into them, feel free to not read this story either. 

K bye 

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"How could I mess up that block?" Minho asks, lying lengthwise on Jisung's bed.

Jisung walks over to Minho, falling down above him and resting his chin lightly on Minho's forehead. "Either it was rigged or it was a fluke. It was probably a fluke."

"Humiliating," Minho mumbles, pouting.

"I'm sorry, baby," Jisung coos, kissing Minho on the forehead. "You looked cool up there, though."

Minho smiles like he doesn't want to. "I know," he says.

Jisung laughs. "Of course you do. But how do you think I feel!"

Minho rolls over, props his head up on his fists. "I didn't know you felt anything," he says.

"When I was climbing over the barricade..." Jisung cups his face in his hands. "My face got really close to Mina-sunbaenim's."

Minho snorts — adds, "Sorry," when Jisung glares at him. "That is awkward. But it's not that bad."

"It's on camera, Minho. It's never going away." Jisung feigns a distraught cry — quietly.

"It was probably the best moment of her day, you know," Minho comforts him, patting his head. "One doesn't get that close to you without having a moment of panicked inner joy."

"Now you're just trying to make me feel better." Jisung waves him away.

"Obviously," Minho says. "But I'm speaking from experience, so trust me."

Jisung smiles. "I trust you." His smile grows. "I don't think you trust me, though."

Minho tilts his head. "Why?"

"When I was sitting next to Jeongin," Jisung explains, "and then you moved over and put your hand on my knee and all but demanded my attention. You were jealous."

Minho is ready to deny it. Instead he just sucks his lips into his mouth and sighs, "Yeah. Sorry."

"It's fine," Jisung says. "But Jeongin? Really? Sometimes you're just delusional, you know that?"

"Whoa, whoa!" Minho laughs. "Stop attacking me, I was owning up to it!"

Jisung play-hits him. "I know, but from where I am, it's just funny. Next thing I know, you'll tell me you were jealous of me and Hyunjin as well."

Minho scrunches his nose.

"No," Jisung gapes.

"I was better at hiding that one," Minho says. "But seriously, you were sniffing his hair... You've never sniffed my hair before."

"That's because your hair doesn't smell like anything," Jisung reasons. "His hair smells like flowers or fruit or something."

"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel better."

Jisung giggles, and it makes Minho giggle — despite himself.

"Look at it this way," Jisung offers. "Who am I dating? Option the first: Jeongin. Option the second: Hyunjin. Option the third—"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Minho interrupts. "Option three."

"That's Changbin," Jisung says, and Minho's eyes open wide, and then narrow just as quickly. "You're option the fifth."

Minho exhales through his nose bitterly. "This game is stupid," he grumbles.

Jisung laughs. "Oh, baby," he says comfortingly, and Minho softens instantly. "If I wanted to date Hyunjin or Jeongin — which I don't, for more than a few reasons — I would date them. I want to date you."

"You don't have to get sappy with me." Minho puckers. "But thanks. I want to date you, too."

"Then we're dating, I guess." Jisung smiles. He crawls forward and sniffs Minho's hair. "Hmm. Your hair does smell good."