Do that again || MINSUNG

XI

"Did you go out with Jisung yesterday?" 

"Are you fucking stalking me?" Minho was annoyed at this point. Chan had no right to invade his private life like that. 

"No, of course not! I just happened to see you two," the older said, but Minho believed none of it. He had caught him following him home multiple times.

"Just stop talking to me, please. Be ashamed, talking to the faggot at school. Boohoo, there your reputation goes. Want people to think you're gay or something?" the taller scoffed, pushing Chan away. He's starting to despise the guy even though he hadn't even spread the video. 

The older clearly wasn't amused, hand flying to his chin, squishing his cheeks together so his lips formed a pout. It almost hurt. Minho's eyes widened at the action, whimpering softly. He felt scared.

"You love getting treated like this, don't you, slut? Don't lie, you want to be on your knees for me," Chan had whispered, voice low. The younger's stomach twisted with disgust as he scrunched up his nose at the dirty words. He was Jisung's, not Chan's.

"Get your hands off of him!" 

Minho felt dizzy. Where did Jisung even come from, and why was he speaking up at school? He knew Jisung said he wanted to make them a bit more public, but to immediately get to protecting him? Maybe his possessiveness got a hold of him. 

The tallest gasped quietly when Jisung pushed him away from Chan, causing him to bump against his boyfriend's chest harshly. 

"Don't fucking touch him," Jisung growled, glaring at Chan coldly while stroking his kitten's hair gently. Minho was so sure he was dreaming; this couldn't be real, could it?

"Why? You fucking hate him," Chan didn't back away, making Minho clutch his boyfriend's shirt tightly. 

"Look at all these people, you really wanna start something here, Jisung? Aren't you afraid they're gonna think you're gay by the way you're holding your dumb fucktoy?" 

That made Jisung's blood boil. Minho was nowhere near a fucktoy. He was the love of his life, his kitten, his boyfriend and so much more. Minho was Minho, not some stupid object. 

"I know you have anger issues, Sung, but can you try to calm down for me, please?" the older started, voice quiet and soft. Minho didn't want his boyfriend to get in trouble.

Jisung clenched his fist, but instead of Chan his hand went to Minho, grabbing his chin harshly and kissing him aggressively. 

At first, Minho tried to protest but, fuck it, everyone had seen it already. He kissed back, trying to match his boyfriend's pace as his knees nearly buckled under him when Jisung licked his lower lip, asking for an entrance. Naturally, Minho let the younger's tongue roam around his mouth. His face and ears were on fire though, he was a bit embarrassed to be making out in front of almost the whole school. 

He just couldn't wrap his head around this. Wasn't Jisung's reputation ruined? He felt Jisung's hand sliding to his cheek, the other hand now in his hair. The pace of their kiss slowed down, so Minho figured Jisung had calmed down a bit. 

Chan had stared, jaw slack, as well as most other students. They all knew of Minho getting bullied, since Jisung did it so openly, but never had they expected to see them kissing --at school for that matter! 

"Shit, do that again," Minho muttered as they broke apart, Jisung diving back onto his lips in an instant. The older got lost in the feeling, wrapping his legs around his boyfriend's tiny waist; his curves were so beautiful, it was hard not to undress him right then and there. 

Jisung held Minho up against the lockers, a soft slam resonating through the hallways. The younger's hand slipped under the older's shirt, riling his kitten up with a slight smirk on his face. 

The bell rang soon enough, but Minho and Jisung had a hard time breaking apart. They had to separate because they didn't have class together, but neither of them made the first move to stop. 

"I'm sorry Sung, I don't wanna be late, it's scary," the taller pushed the younger away softly with a hand on his chest, gently letting his legs down. 

"See you later, baby?" 

"Yeah, I'll be in the cafeteria, you know where to find me."

Minho had walked to class with a smile on his face and daydreamed about Jisung for the most part of his History lesson. But that was only after greeting his seatmate Seungmin with a smile, who in turn scoffed back. 

"What the fuck did you just do?" the younger boy hissed as he slammed down his backpack on the table, unpacking his stuff for class.

"What do you mean?" Minho asked dumbly, not quite sure what he was so angry about. 

"You're gonna get your heart broken," Seungmin stated, opening his books roughly, making the older scrunch up his nose in slight confusion. 

"You still think Jisungie doesn't care, huh?" he rolled his eyes and unpacked his own stuff as well, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. 

"Oh yeah? What don't I know that you know, then?" 

"My relationship with Jisung goes far beyond us kissing, we actually do boyfriend stuff, stupid headass," Minho whispered frustrated. It didn't help that he was also slightly scared of the other boy. 

"It's not even calling names, he pushes you around, he's literally bullying you. A boyfriend shouldn't do that, no matter what." 

"Seungmin, Minho, are you guys done? I want to start my lesson, so shut up," the teacher interrupted, and Minho was kind of glad he did. 

Needless to say, once the bell that signaled lunch rang, the older boy strode to the cafeteria. He felt full of excitement, this was so new. He hoped Jisung hasn't been made fun of or anything. 

"Sungie!" he called out, seeing Jisung's head turn with a smile on his face. 

"Baby!" Jisung had ran towards him, hugging him by the waist closely. 

"You make me so happy, Sungie," Minho nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck, pressing soft kisses on the skin.

"You make me happy too, baby," Jisung whispered back, intertwining their hands with a light smile on his face. 

"Let's go to your table, Min." 

Minho always sat alone, but he had a table in the corner of the room. Nobody ever sat there. Maybe it was out of respect for the lonely dude or something, but he could appreciate it right now. 

Jisung pulled him into his lap, feeding him carefully. Surely, he had ascended to heaven?

Even though everyone was staring except for some people who couldn't care less about the school's new couple, Jisung kept feeding him and giving him kisses in between. 

Minho doubted he could ever be happier than he was in that moment.