𝐟𝐰𝐛 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

~two

vexie2003

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Minho nearly bolted up with anger, but kept it in check. With a narrowed gaze, he replied in a low voice. "Jealous of Jeongin for the STD that was probably passed on just by lip contact?"

Jisung glared and growled. "What the fuck, Minho?"

Minho smirked before he decided to mock the younger boy. "Sexy. I like it when you growl like that."

In a flash, Jisung was in Minho's face. Chan and Felix glanced at each other, surprised, since Jisung was the least probable out of any of them to get physical.

"Why do you enjoy torturing me?" Jisung yelled at him. "I get the teasing, but that was just you being a dick."

Minho leaned back lazily. "Get used to it, babe. That's just how I am."

"No one's naturally a dick, Minho." Jisung looked like he was on the verge of stamping his foot. "Not even you."

Minho gaze flickered, and then shuttered close. "Fuck off, Ji."

"You suck, you know that?"

"You wouldn't be lucky enough to know for sure, now, would you?"

With a hiss, Jisung's hand reached out and slapped Minho's cheek. The others were out of their chairs in a flash. Not to help, or break them apart- of course not. They quickly fled inside and locked the door.

"There," Felix said with satisfaction. "That should keep them until they learn to behave."

Jeongin snorted, as did Changbin, until all the boys were laughing, elbowing each other as a couple boys roughhoused.

"True-"

"Oh."

Chan's blank voice cut in their discussion. They followed his gaze and one by one, their jaws slowly dropping at the sight of Minho and Jisung kissing. Actually, it wasn't even really kissing. It was more like mauling each other.

"Holy..." Hyunjin said.

"Fuck," Felix finished.

"Frick." Chan corrected.

Five minutes earlier

Minho slowly rose from his seat, touching his cheek unbelievingly.

"Did you just hit me?" he asked slowly; dangerously.

"Oh, grow a fucking pair, asshole. I slapped you." Jisung smiled. "Bitch-slapped, to be exact." In a flash, Minho had Jisung spun around against the shed wall.

"Give me one good reason to not offer retribution," he growled.

Jisung didn't answer for a second, examining Minho's dark eyes, sharp cheekbones, narrow chin.

Shit, he was hot.

Fuck, what did he ask him?

"Why does it matter?" Jisung sneered. "You don't do emotion, right? You don't care. Why do you care that I slapped you? Afraid it's a threat to, what, your manhood?"

Minho's dark grin took him by surprise. "I assure, you, my manhood is very secu-"

He caught Jisung's flying fist with ease, eyes darkening even further, if possible. Pressing even closer, his breath fanned across Jisung's cheeks. He couldn't resist closing his eyes.

"I dare you to do that again," Minho's voice was low.

"Oh? Well I dare you to feel. I dare you to care. Maybe you wouldn't be such a dick." In his heart, Jisung knew it wasn't true. Minho never forgot his friends' birthdays. When they seemed off, he was there without a second thought– or a first one. He was good.
But he was never kind.

Not to Jisung.

"Fuck," Minho growled, slamming a hand over Jisung's head, their faces impossibly close. "I do feel, Ji, I do." His voice broke, chipping a piece of Jisung's heart.

Fix it. "Then prove it," Jisung's whisper was soft, his chin tilting up, inching their lips together. "Prove you can feel." Closer. "Kiss me."

All Minho had to do was move.

And with a curse, he did.