𝐟𝐰𝐛 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

~three

vexie2003

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"Holy shit," Felix yelled. He watched Jisung and Minho through the window, trying to stifle his laughter as he saw how desperate the pair were. Minho hooked his fingers around Jisung's belt loops and jerked the boy closer suddenly. Jisung nearly lost his balance but recovered as Minho pushed him even harder against the wall of the shed. By now, an audience had gathered by the window to watch the scene unfold. Changbin, Felix, Chan, and Hyunjin sat and watched, occasionally making snarky jokes about their friends. Jeongin played video games on the couch, occasionally muttering voyeurs in their direction.

Minho tugged on a handful of Jisung's hair as he broke the kiss to whisper, "See, princess, you don't hate me." He leaned in close and let his lips graze across Jisung's neck before brushing against his ear. "You want me, and we both know it. So drop your act."

"Shut the fuck up," Jisung hissed. Before Minho could respond, Jisung had already pulled him in for another kiss, effectively silencing him. He couldn't seem to silence himself, however, as Minho let one hand wander beneath Jisung's shirt as the other continued tugging at his hair. He let out a quiet whimper and felt Minho smirk against his lips before pulling his hair even harder, wanting a more intense reaction. He got the reaction, of course, as Jisung yelped and held Minho's hips tightly.

Minho didn't mean to kiss him. Didn't mean to give in. But then he did, and he tried to make himself see it as proving a point. But he couldn't stop the desperation, the electric shiver running down his spine at each touch of their lips, their tongues.

Jisung didn't mean to kiss him back. Didn't mean to actually like it or want it. But he found himself enjoying the sensation of Minho's fingertips fluttering across his skin, the way Minho took control and pulled his hair, and the feeling of the elder roughly biting down on his lower lip. He'd never admit it to anyone, of course, but he loved the way Minho was making him feel. Shit, I'm not supposed to enjoy this.

He pulled away slightly, still not opening his eyes or walking away. "Minho," he breathed out, "You're a dick. I hate you." He felt his heart racing as he tried to gather the courage to say what he had planned next. "But I guess you were maybe right when you said I want you." Pushing away his insecurity and wince at his awkwardness, he grinned and pushed against Minho a little harder. "If, you know. It isn't obvious already."

"Jisung," Minho sang. The younger could hear the smirk in the older'd voice before even looking at him. "Ji, look at me." When the boy still refused, Minho grabbed his jaw and pulled his face closer. "Sungie, you have to behave. Now be a good boy for me and listen, because I've got an idea."