possessive

10

Jisung and Minho sat on the grass, eating the snacks in a comfortable silence. Until a random girl broke the silence.

¨Hello, oppa~¨ She looked at Minho, completely ignoring the other boy who is sitting next to him. ¨My friend and I were talking and were wondering if we could have your number?¨ She bent over, purposely showing off her obviously fake breasts.

Minho thought it would be fun to try and make Jisung jealous. He smirked at the thought and grabbed the girl's phone and typed in his number. He gave the phone back and sent the girl a wink.

Jisung scowled at the sight, anger rising up in him. Minho turned to younger with the most innocent look on his face.

¨Why do you look so angry?¨ He teased. Jisung lowly growled, the sound sending shivers down Minho's spine as he suddenly blushed. The shorter stood and walked away from Minho.

Minho giggled and put everything in his bag, and shot up straight to follow his crush like a love-sick puppy.

¨Sungie~¨ The older whined as Jisung kept ignoring him. ¨I'm sorry, I didn't know you would get this angry.¨ Minho pouts as he stopped right in the middle of the street, he crossed his arms as he looked at Jisung.

¨So you did it on purpose?¨ Jisung said as he turned around. Minho's eyes widened as he just ratted himself out.

¨No?¨ He said, trying to convince himself more then Jisung. Jisung chuckle at that, finding it absolutely adorable.

Jisung brought Minho home, like the gentleman he is. And when he walked back to his house he saw a familiar face.

He smirked. ¨Let's have some fun.¨ He licked his lips and put up his hood, hiding his face.

This is all your fault, sweety.