You had me at hello - minsung

Chapter 14

Having heard what Jisung said, Minho immediately went into the kitchen and poured himself a cold glass of water. Holding all of them shopping bags had exhausted him.

Minho gulped down all the water in a flash, wiping away a few drops of water that had dropped down his lips onto his chin with his sleeve, before placing the now empty cup in the sink.

He sighed.

The house was relatively quiet, besides the odd shuffling from upstairs, which Minho assumed was Jisung.

The purpled hair teenager walked over then to the sofa, and sat down, feeling sleepy.
He was having a terrible migraine, so bad that no matter how many pills he would take if he had to, it wouldn't cure it. It was as if there were little people inside his brain, knocking on the inside of his forehead.

He lay down, kicking his feet up on the other side of the sofa, resting his arms behind his head to act like pillow, before closing his already drooping eyes.

As soon as he did so though, it was as if a huge flood of memories came back, flying into his head like leaves falling down from the trees in autumn.

Minho opened his eyes again.

Did I really kiss the Han Jisung, not even an hour ago?

WHAT??!!!!!

Minho touched his lips, making sure he wasn't hallucinating. Nope, he definitely had.

And did he enjoy it? He certainly did. And he hoped Jisung did as well.

He closed his eyes again, this time with more confidence, again, the memories and flashbacks rushing into his head.

He could remember how hot he felt in the moment, his cheeks instantly burning up as he kissed Jisung. He could almost still feel those soft, gentle lips, brushing against his own, connecting together, securing, tightening.

He remembered pulling him closer, Jisung's tender hands resting on Minho's chest. Oh, how badly he just wanted to-

"Minho? " Jisung questioned, quietly. The purple haired boy snapped his eyes open, looking up at the ceiling.

Jisung walked over to Minho's glance, tilting his head to get Minho's attention.

"Hellooooo...?" Jisung said, waving his hand over Minho's bare face, that he had kissed.

Quickly snapping out of daydreaming, Minho focused his eyes on Jisung's hand, pushing it over to the side so he could see Jisung.

He was stood in his fluffy pink slippers, in only a white bathrobe to cover his body, his wet hair dropping over his eyes.

Minho's migraine flew out of his head, as he opened his mouth in shock. How could someone look so FUCKING beautiful?

"Oh- well, hi there." Minho replied, slowly shutting his gaping mouth.

Jisung laughed loudly seeing Minho like this, before pushing Minho up so he could sit next to him.

Putting his wet head of hair on Minho's shoulder, he asked, "Why are you being so awkward? It's just me you know that right? "

Minho looked down at his feet (he has socks on dw 😇), before sighing loudly. Did he really wanna tell? Yes, of course it was just Jisung, nothing to be afraid of.

"W-well, you're just... " Minho trailed off. He had a whole paragraph as to why he was acting like this, but the words just stayed lodged in to his throat, unable to escape.

Should I tell?

...

...

Ah, fuck it.

"Jisung, you're just so beautiful and pretty, I want to squish your soft cheeks while I kiss you sweetly on your soft lips. Have I ever mentioned how soft they were? Honestly, I was melting when I kissed you today. You're gorgeous, adorable, cute, you're everything I needed, you're- "

Jisung placed a finger onto Minho's lips, signalling for him to stop his ranting.

"Okay, t-that's enough, Min." Jisung laughed. Both their faces had gone pink. Minho again decided to examine his feet, as Jisung took his finger away.

The pair stayed silent for a while, fidgeting and shuffling next to each other,until Jisung spoke up.

"That reminds me, what actually happened in the café today?"

Jisung turned to look at Minho, who had now decided to stare at his hands instead.

"Im not actually sure. We just kissed, right?" Minho answered, picking at his fingernails now.

Jisung hummed in response, before running his fingers through his hair, that had dryed a little bit, but the majority of it was still wet.

He had yet to dry it, but that could be done later. Why would he waste such precious time with Minho to dry his hair?

Friends with benefits... But, what does is that even supposed to mean? That just sounded like best friends in a more formal context to Jisung.

"Minho?" The older lifted his head up, humming in response.

"Are we friends? Or are we more than that?" Jisung added, twiddling a strand of his wet hair with his finger.

Minho stared off into space, processing what Jisung had asked.

"It depends on how you view it. I mean, technically, yes, since, of course, we have just kissed, but I'm still not entirely sure. What do u think? " Minho answered.

Jisung looked up at Minho, connecting their hands, interlocking their fingers.

"Ehh, not sure yet." He said, before nuzzling his face into Minho neck, placing small kisses.

OMG WHAT HAPPENED WHERE DID BAD BOY MINHO GO 😨❗anyway I didn't really know how to end this chapter so here you go. Chapter 15,here I comeeeeeeeeeee 😇