𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. | minsung

five

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"wait what?"

three heads turned to the white door that led to the main hallway of jisung's home. someone had opened his door without knocking and it scared the shit out of the boys.

the boys waited for someone to go in, but no one ever did. jisung's mom was out with his dad, and jisung didn't have any siblings. the squirrel boy sighed in relief and stood up to close the door.

"for a second there i thought some bitch walked in on us talking about gay shit." jisung said and felix laughed. "my mom would've just stared at us and closed the door quietly."

"oi," felix began. "you still haven't expounded on what you mean by minho's different."

"there's a side of me that yells, 'oh my fucking christ this boy is so fucking hot let me just sit on that dick', but there's also a side of me that yells, 'this boy must be protected at all costs let nothin hurt him he is so precious and he deserves all my uwus.'" jisung said in one breath. he fanned himself as he talked about how hot minho was and squished his cheeks as he talked about how adorable he was as well.

"uwu?" felix asked with a confused look. [ imagine him saying it in the most australian way possible ]

"you uneducated bitch." changbin sassed, staring at his boyfriend with an unimpressed facial expression. know your twitter language, babe."

"bitch to babe... who am i dating?"

"me and you better not fucking leave me."

jisung rolled his eyes at the two and crossed his arms. "stop being so gay in front of me, it makes me gag."

"the only real thing you're going to gag on is minho's di-"

"-meat popsicle."

"joke's old seo," jisung said.

changbin rolled his eyes and poured before he sighed. he got back on the bed with felix and laid back down to his original position. "why not invite him to the party?"

jisung's eyes widened. "whoa, an actual good idea came out from you. who the fuck are you and where is the changbin i know?"

changbin simply rolled his eyes again, felix attempting to calm his boyfriend with more head rubs were truly worked, until their third wheeler spoke up again.

"yeah, keep rolling your eyes bin. maybe you'll finally be able to find your brain there."

"can i kill him babe?"

"i want to too but his mom makes the best pancakes so we can't lose him."

jisung just frowned and dragged himself down his bedroom door. "waaah, my friends just use me from my mom's pancakes!" he sat on the ground and pushed himself forward so that he could be on his knees.

"don't worry, he's just practicing for the head he finna give minho. mouth wide open and on his knees."

"finna?"

"baby i'm this close to breaking up with you."

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