ONE HELL OF A SUMMER :: minsung ✔︎

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

I blink. "Alright, so tell me."

Our heights aren't so far apart from each other, but Jisung's eyes seem to be enlarged, gazing up at me between dark lashes that make him seem vulnerable. I brace for some horrible news; like, maybe he's secretly a Teletubby, or he was Mickey Mouse in a past life. Maybe he eats pizza with a fork and knife. I hold back a gasp as that thought crosses my mind. Egregious.

Instead, Jisung nervously shuffles his feet. "Okay, uh... the notebook you read, the words and poems or whatever that you saw? Those were lyrics to songs. I write songs, Minho," he says.

As if I don't know that. Out loud, I say, "Why are you saying that like it's a bad thing?"

"Well, I mean... wouldn't you want me to be an athlete, or, like, a brainiac?"

I laugh as gently as I can. "Sungie, if you're writing songs, then you're definitely a brainiac. Are any of your songs out?" I ask, as if I don't have some downloaded.

He nods shyly. "Um. You remember Chan?"

I pretend to have a big realization. "You... you're in his group?" I smack my forehead. Ow. Acting shouldn't give you a forehead bruise, Minho. "How did I not realize that sooner?"

Jisung laughs a little, straightening his spine. "You aren't...?"

"Aren't what? Ugly? No, I'm not ugly," I say, moving a tiny fraction of a centimeter closer to him. "Neither are you," I add. "Remember what you said about being a sexy beast?"

Jisung heaves a sigh. "Not my brightest moment."

I grin. "All of my moments with you are bright," I say cockily.

"Cute," he mumbles.

"So are you."

Our eyes meet again, and I slowly put my arms around Jisung's waist. His doe eyes look up at me, big and scared, even though we're literally only hugging. Considering I've semiconsciously cuddled him, this shouldn't be that bad.

I swallow thickly, gaze locked on his lips. "Let me know if I'm doing anything too fast—"

Jisung stands on his tip-toes and presses his lips against mine for a moment so short, even Changbin would have to look down to see it.

He stumbles back—almost surprised at his own action. His eyes twinkle. "Nah, I'm good with how quickly you're moving," he whispers.

"I didn't even move, though," I rasp, my voice waned with giddiness. Jisung suppresses a laugh. "Can you do that again? And maybe let it last a little longer?"

He nods, puts his hands to my face, and brings our lips together again. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, but in a nice way that doesn't make me want to barf. I can hear blood rushing to my head, making my face heat up, and my hands find Jisung's face to keep him close to me.

He's definitely inexperienced, but somehow it's charming. Everything about Jisung is charming. I do my best not to put too much force into the kiss—I don't want to scare him away.

Jisung pulls away first, his ears bright red. He eyes the string of saliva that connects our lips nervously, and I feel his tension. For his sake, I brush it away with my wrist. Ew. But it's for Jisung, so it's okay.

"How was it?" Jisung asks me anxiously.

I blink. "How was it? You tell me—it was your first kiss."

He purses his lips. "I mean, like, am I a good kisser?"

"Oh, Ji," I laugh, bopping his nose with an index finger, "good kissers are overrated. You're a genuine kisser."

Jisung blushes and mumbles some words that don't sound real. "Thanks," he awkwardly murmurs after a moment. "I..." he trails off, glancing around us. We're still alone, thankfully; Felix hasn't snuck up on us. "I didn't really want it to end, but I don't know how to kiss and breathe at the same time."

"That's valid," I say. "You just need practice."

"Practice?!" his voice squeaks.

I snort. "Yes, practice. Also, where's the macho man that looked like he wanted to smack me a few days ago?" Jisung huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, taking a step away from me. He furrows his eyebrows in an expression that's probably supposed to be intimidating. "Ah, there he is," I say for his benefit.

Jisung's expression falls apart into light giggles that sound like music to my ears. "Here I am."

We stare at each other for a long moment before he licks his lips. My eyes widen.

"Can you help me practice?" Jisung asks shyly.

I can hardly nod. "Yeah," I say, moving closer to him again. It seems incredible to me that just a few months ago I was getting excited over 3RACHA's debut, and now I'm kissing their youngest member. "Yeah, I can."

And, some time later, I can confidently announce that Jisung is an experienced kisser.

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happy thanksgiving to my fellow americans :>
i'm thankful that i didn't throw up while writing this cringe of a chapter