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Seungmin’s lips trail from Minho’s jaw down to his neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake. Minho shivers when Seungmin presses a kiss on a sweet spot on his neck, and releases a content sigh, pulling Seungmin closer. Seungmin bites down on Minho’s soft skin and the president tenses in Seungmin’s arms but continues to pull the younger closer. Then Minho threads his fingers through Seungmin’s soft hair and pulls him up to reconnect their lips in a searing kiss. Minho kisses with a ferocity that leaves Seungmin restless, wanting to give Minho everything that he is giving Seungmin. So Seungmin daringly slips his hand under the hem of Minho’s shirt and lays his hand on his soft tummy, caressing the skin.
Seungmin surges awake, the ghost of Minho's body weighing him down. Memories from his dream run around his head, pushing away any other thoughts. He can feel the faint ghost of Minho’s lips on his skin, the hands gripping his body, and threading through his hair.
Pushing off the sheets on his bed that was slowly starting to feel suffocating, Seungmin sits up and aggressively shakes his head. The memories remain.
With a groan, Seungmin falls back down in his bed and burrows his head into his pillow, the memories from his dream burning onto his eyelids. He can't even begin to complain, and that's what annoys him the most. He loves the images, it makes butterflies erupt into his stomach and makes him yearn more than he ever thought possible.
Sighing, Seungmin reaches for his phone, wanting to turn off his alarm before it could go off since he woke up before it. Plus he needed that good 30 minutes of scrolling through social media to properly wake himself up. Seungmin ignores the first notification on his phone, focusing on turning off his alarm and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Once the alarm is off he gives himself the time to look at his notifications and then drops his phone on his face when he sees a certain notification from Lee Minho.
The notification wakes him up like a bucket of ice water being thrown over his head. He doesn’t think twice before he is swiping the notification open.
From: minmeow
can we meet before the bake sale starts?
It was sent only six minutes ago.
Seungmin stares at the notification, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest he could feel its faint pulse in his throat. Can we meet before the bake sale starts?
That's right, today was Saturday, the day of the bake sale. Which meant, yesterday was the baseball game, the night Minho and Seungmin had made out against a shed wall.
Seungmin falls back face-first into his pillow groaning.
All last night, Seungmin couldn’t stop thinking about their kiss, and everything after. He was still completely hung up on the kiss, but what really overtook his mind was Minho’s reaction. Minho had almost pretended Seungmin didn't exist, just like when they had fought. Granted, Seungmin had too. He had been scared, absolutely terrified that Minho had thought the kiss was a mistake.
Seungmin had thought their kiss was the opposite of a mistake. It was all he had ever wanted and more. Seungmin never thought it was possible for Minho to feel the same, but when their lips had met last night, Seungmin knew that it was meant to be. Call him cheesy and delusional, but the way his entire being lit up at the press of Minho's lips spoke wonders.
What he felt for Minho was unlike anything he felt before. Seungmin wanted Minho. So. So. So. Bad.
Maybe that was exactly what he should tell Minho.
Seungmin’s heart begins beating sporadically in his chest at the absurd thought. Then he realizes he should probably text Minho back.
Seungmin types, and then deletes, types some more, deletes that too. He does that about 20 more times until he gives up and throws his phone against his pillow, throwing himself next and screaming. After a lengthy debate in his head, Seungmin sits back up again and settles on a simple text back.
To: minmeow
yeah sounds good
i’ll see you soon
As soon as he hits send Seungmin regrets it, but it's too late. His head screams at him. Was it too long? Too short? Should I have used more punctuation? Maybe less? Maybe I should have said more like I miss you or I can't wait to see you?
Seungmin ends up blasting Day6 to try to drone out the voices.
Seungmin never usually put too much time in getting ready in the morning. Especially since his outfit was always the same and he just had to flatten the hair on his head. The only thing that would ever really take his time would be putting his contacts in, but he had pretty much mastered that.
That morning though, Seungmin put way too much time into getting his hair to lay flat on his forehead, his slightly curled brown hair tickling his eyebrows. He never really cared about his hair, as long as it was presentable he could care less, but now he began to question everything. What would Minho think if his hair was a little messy? What if his hair didn't lay perfectly straight?
Something else about this day was going to drive him crazy. Since it was out of school, the students didn't have to wear their uniforms, meaning Seungmin has to pick out an outfit. Being a friend of Felix meant frequent shopping trips whenever they had the time, and Seungmin had a closet full of nice clothes. But when it came to actually plan out an outfit, Seungmin needed some help.
So pushing his pride to the side, Seungmin FaceTimes Felix.
“What time is it?” Felix’s groggy, slightly robotic voice comes out the speakers of Seungmin’s phone, the camera shaking from Felix moving it around so much. Then the camera moves, and Felix is revealed, laying within his assortment of plushies, his lavender hair a messy halo on his pillow.
Seungmin just cocks an eyebrow. “Shouldn't you be getting ready for the bake sale?”
Felix’s eyes go wide on the other line. “Shit, that’s today?”
Seungmin chuckles at his friend's wide eyes and says, “don't worry, you still have time.”
Felix groans and drops his phone into his bed, the sound statics and Seungmin winces at the sounds. “Thank god you called to wake me up.”
“Actually,” Seungmin says bashfully. “That's not why I called.”
The screen shakes and then Felix is visible again, now very close to his face to where Seungmin can clearly make out the dark little brown spots across his cheeks. “What is it?”
Seungmin rethinks all of his life choices in a matter of seconds. “I need help picking out an outfit.”
Felix’s eyes go so wide it looks like they take up the entire screen of Seungmin’s phone, and he only has that warning before his friend screams . “What!?” Felix shrieks and Seungmin is slightly afraid that his friend is going to break his speakers. “What's the special occasion? It's just the bake sale? Oh my god it's because of Minho, isn't it! I saw the way you two were acting at Byeol, and everyone could see the tension between the two of you at the baseball game!”
Seungmin’s screen goes wild, and he can only assume it's because Felix is running rampant in his room going over every little idea he could think of. Seungmin is almost afraid of how his friend is going to react to what he's about to tell him next.
“We kissed,” Seungmin says, his heart pounding in his chest as the memories begin flooding his head. The shaking of Felix’s screen stops and is now replaced with the image of Felix staring bug-eyed at his phone screen. Felix stands there for a moment, processing. Seungmin is a little afraid that he broke his friend, but Felix is only standing still for another moment before he's shrieking like a banshee once more.
“You WHAT!?” Felix screams and Seungmin wonders how he hasn't been yelled at to shut up by his family yet.
“I kissed Minho,” Seungmin repeats, his heart in his throat.
Then Felix goes silent. His friend blinks once, twice, a third time, and then speaks, “you kissed Minho.”
Seungmin nods.
“Tell me everything,” Felix breathes out. So Seungmin does. Seungmin tells Felix how they had been hanging out during the baseball game, and how when Jisung wasn't doing good the coach had asked them to get more baseballs. How Minho and Seungmin ended up in a compromisable position, which led Seungmin to kiss Minho. How afterward, they didn't talk about it, both claiming “nothing happened”. How before he left, Minho had kissed the corner of his mouth and ran off, leaving Seungmin with a beating and bleeding heart.
“Wow, you guys sure like to dance around each other,” Felix lets out a breathy laugh when Seungmin finishes. “You guys literally made out with each other and you're still like tiptoeing around each other.”
Seungmin groans and falls back into his bed, which was now made. He lets his phone fall beside him and closes his eyes to just focus on Felix’s voice.
“I don't know what to do,” Seungmin sighs. “But I do know I want to look good, so let's focus on that.”
“Alright,” Felix says and Seungmin can hear the grin on his lips. “You still have that polo sweater I made you buy a couple of months back, right?” Felix asks, and Seungmin knows he's in for a long ride in the coming hour.
And Seungmin had been correct. Felix had ended up coming over, not thinking Seungmin was doing a good enough job of getting ready on his own. Seungmin became Felix’s personal barbie for the next hour and was very glad he had woken up a couple of hours before he had to be at the bake sale.
It was supposed to be a warm day, so Felix had dressed him in a pair of tan shorts that went down to his knees and a thin blue sweater with sleeves that were so long they went over the tips of his fingers. When Seungmin had quirked an eyebrow in question at the interesting material, Felix had just shrugged and claimed it was ‘fashion’. It was comfortable though, so Seungmin didn't complain.
Felix had played with his hair a little too and got Seungmins slightly wavy hair to lay nicely on his forehead while looking a good amount of fluffy, at least that's how his freckled friend had put it. That was when Felix learned of the text he had gotten from Minho and Seungmin to realize he had completely forgotten to tell his friend. Felix screamed a little, and Seungmin’s older sister had barged into his room to yell at them to shut up. It just resulted in Seungmin and Felix to burst out into giggles at the state of his sister's hair. And that just resulted in both of them being kicked out of the house. Felix and Seungmin had giggled the entire way out of his house.
While they were on the way to their school, Felix made Seungmin recount everything that had happened with Minho in the past week, so Seungmin indulged his friend.
By the time they made it to the school, Seungmin had talked Felix’s ear off about Minho.
“God, it took you both long enough to kiss, I honestly thought it would take the two of you longer to admit your feelings,” Felix says as they reach their stop, hopping off the bus and hiking their bookbags up their shoulders.
“You think he likes me?” Seungmin asks Felix nervously, his heart heavy in his chest.
“Didn't you tell me that you two literally made out in that shed, and he even kissed you before he left the game,” Felix gives Seungmin a deadpan look. “You are really smart Seungmin, but dense as hell.”
“I could say the same to you!” Seungmin counters pouting.
“Oh really?” Felix scoffs.
“Oh yeah!” Seungmin quips as they walk up the path to their school. “When will you admit your feelings to Jisung?”
“Shut up!” Felix shrieks and looks around frantically, like there was a possibility Jisung could be there to hear Seungmin. “That’s different!”
“How is that different?” Seungmin laughs.
“I don't know if he actually likes me back, we do in fact know that Minho likes you back,” Felix counters, sending his best friend a glare.
“You just don’t think Jisung likes you back, but I can say he does,” Seungmin continues. It was pretty obvious to everyone but Felix that Jisung liked him. It was clear that night at Byeol, the way Jiusng would hang off every single one of Felix’s words, and the way his eyes would light up whenever he looked at Felix.
“Well, he hasn't kissed me against a shed wall yet, has he?” Felix sends a playful glare towards Seungmin.
“That was unnecessary,” Seungmin says feeling his ears begin to heat up. Felix laughs as a cloud of rosy hue travels across the apples of Seungmin’s cheeks. Seungmin starts walking a bit faster, passing Felix. His freckled friend starts laughing harder than before at his childish behavior and runs up to catch up with Seungmin.
“You’re just mad I’m right,” Felix sticks his tongue out at Seungmin, his lavender hair bouncing like the rest of him. Seungmin rolls his eyes and takes his phone out of his back pocket when he feels it vibrate. When he unlocks his phone to see the notification, he stops in his tracks.
From: minmeow
i got to the school early so whenever you get here i’ll be waiting in the library
i hope to see you soon seungmin
Seungmin stops and stares at the texts. Felix walks on, not realizing that Seungmin had stopped until the lavender hair boy tries talking to his friend and gets no response.
“Seungmin?” Felix calls back. “What's wrong?”
“Minho texted me,” Seungmin gulps, his breathing already starting to increase. The knot that had been slowly growing in his stomach since that morning makes its grand debut, and Seungmin feels the need to sit down.
“Holy shit,” Felix runs over to Seungmin, diving to look at his phone screen. “He’s here!” Felix shrieks.
“Yah,” Seungmin brings his free hand to cover his ear. “I can read you know, don't need to scream it in my ear.”
“You’ll live,” Felix pats Seungmin’s shoulder, not looking sorry at all. Seungmin continues to stare at the messages, rereading them over and over again in his head. Seungmin was over-analyzing them, trying to read between the spaces. He wasn't sure why he was doing it. Maybe for any clue from Minho, or just an excuse to keep himself busy before he had to see Minho.
“Dude,” Felix waves a hand in between Seungmin and his phone. “Earth to Seungmin, earth to Seungmin.”
Seungmin shakes his head, taking a deep breath feeling almost like it was a week ago and he was going to meet Minho in the aux gym on Seonghwas orders. The nerves he was feeling right now could rival that day.
“Seungmin?” Felix's voice breaks through to him again, laced with concern. “Are you okay?”
Seungmin looks up to see his best friend looking at him worriedly, and he realizes that he needs to calm down. He didn't need to be so nervous, it was just Minho. Just Minho. Just. Minho.
There was that deja vu again.
“Yeah, I’m good, just, wow,” Seungmin breathes out, his breathing coming out a little shaky.
“Hey, it's okay Seung, it’s just Minho,” Felix places a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder, drawing his attention.
“You’re right,” Seungmin says, smiling softly when he starts thinking about Minho. Thinking about everything they had been through the past week, the past month, the past year. “I just can't help but think.”
“I understand,” Felix chuckles lightly. “I mean just like how I’m with Jisung, it’s just hard for me to believe he could actually like me.”
“Which he does,” Seungmin quickly responds.
“This isn't about my love life,” Felix glares at Seungmin.
“You mentioned him,” Seungmin cocks an eyebrow at his friend.
“Okay, whatever,” Felix shakes his hands at Seungmin. “Go to him,” Felix tilts his head in the direction of the school, giving Seungmin a reassuring smile.
“You positive he likes me back?” Seungmin asks hesitantly.
“You and Minho made out in the baseball shed, and before you both went home, kissed you goodbye, so yes, I am very positive,” Felix sasses Seungmin, lifting an eyebrow to further the sass.
Seungmin rolls his eyes in response, the knot in his stomach loosening. “Okay, since you are usually right, I will trust your judgment.”
“Wait, what did you just say?” Felix perks up, a wide smile on his face.
“I am not repeating myself,” Seungmin deadpans.
“Then you better get your ass inside,” Felix fixes Seungmin with a look and points at the school. “Just text me whenever and we’ll meet up later,” Felix says, and then a soft blush flares on his cheeks. “I’ll be meeting up with Jisung, so you don't need to worry much about me.”
“So that's why you wore that,” Seungmin says and gestures to the soft cream-colored sweater Felix was wearing over a pastel pink fitted skirt with white knee socks with cute little bows on the front.
“Leave. Now.” Felix glares at Seungmin, his pointer finger sharply pointing at the school. Seungmin laughs, waves goodbye to his friend, and heads inside the school.
Seungmin checks his phone, rereading the message before shoving open the doors to the school. He looks behind him one last time to see Felix standing just before the entrance of the school, typing something into his phone . Most likely texting Jisung, he thinks.
Seungmin takes a deep breath and walks into the school. The library was just a short walk from the front of the school, just long enough for Seungmin to get inside his own head. Seungmin takes a left down a hallway, his mind racing with the possibilities. Felix was right, this was Minho, and they had gotten really close the past two weeks. Seungmin groans, and bites his lip to try to contain the sound as he then takes a right, and then he is met with the big grand doors of the library. Deja vu hits him for the nth time that day as he stands in front of the doors.
What if Minho regretted it? What if Minho had never meant to kiss him, or he had just done it to try it out? And it turns out he didn't like it? Sure, Minho had kissed him goodnight, but could he really read that much into that little kiss? Seungmin sighs, knowing he can't prolong their meet anymore.
Seungmin figured he would find Minho in their little nook, probably sitting on the ledge waiting for him. Though that wasn't the case. When Seungmin pulls the door to the library open, he is greeted with the sound of a chair falling over and a soft yelp. Seungmin pulls the door fully open, confused, and casts his eyes into the library.
There on the floor, a fallen chair beside him, is Minho, staring up at him with wide, scared eyes.
“Are you okay?” Seungmin runs inside, dropping down to his knees beside Minho who was now laying down on the floor like a starfish, staring up at the ceiling.
“Please tell me you didn't see that,” Minho doesn’t meet Seungmin’s eyes like he usually does, just stares lifelessly up at the ceiling.
Seungmin pauses at the question, almost about to burst out in laughter at the absurdity about it, but decides to try and hold it in. “No, I just walked in and saw you on the floor,” Seungmin cant keep most of the giggles in, and some tumble past his lips.
Minho brings his hands up and covers his face with a groan. Through his fingers, Seungmin can see Minho’s cheeks begin to redden. Seungmin laughs and all the anxiety he had been feeling earlier was gone, just happy to be laughing with Minho once again.
“Come on, it’s okay,” Seungmin reaches to pry Minho’s hands from his face, wanting to see the beautiful face of the president. With much effort, Seungmin gets Minho to remove his hands, but as soon as the president looks up and meets his eyes, he rethinks his choice. Somehow, he had ended up hovering above Minho, looking down into Minho’s eyes as the other looked up at him. Like how it always seemed to be for them, it was somehow soft and intense at the same time. Seungmin can't bring himself to look away, or even think about what he had come here to do. Then Minho’s eyes dart down to Seungmin’s lips and it's like a bucket of ice water being thrown over his head.
“We need to talk,” Seungmin gulps, using all his self-control to not lean down and kiss Minho there on the library floor. Minho nods, his eyes going back up to meet Seungmin. He really doesn't want to leave this position, but he knows he has to. Seungmin sits up, leans back, and crosses his legs while shrugging his backpack off his back. Minho sits up as well, and that's when Seungmin can get a good look at the president.
Seungmin has seen Minho in street clothes countless times. They had known each other for over a year and had done countless outside of school activities for Seungmin to see Minho in street clothes, but now it felt like the first time.
Minho had on a navy sweater with a cute little bear printed on the front over a collared shirt. It was paired with a pair of slightly baggy tan pants that stopped just above his ankles to show a pair of white socks and checkered vans. It was simple, something comfortable for their day being spent inside for the bake sale, but somehow it did a lot to Seungmin's heart.
“Yeah, we probably should,” Minho says, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. The movement exposes his forehead for a second before his bangs fall back into place on his forehead. Seungmin doesn't remember the last time he had seen Minho with his bangs laying flat on his forehead, and just like everything, it was doing things to his heart.
“What happened last night?” Seungmin blurts, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he's afraid Minho might be able to hear. “And please don't say, I don't know again or nothing happened because something did happen.”
“We kissed,” Minho breathes out, meeting Seungmin’s gaze in a blazing contact.
“Was it just a kiss?” Seungmin asks, his voice small and slightly shaky. He was almost afraid he was going to start crying with just how much he was feeling at that moment.
Minho’s eyes go wide like he can't believe what Seungmin had just said. “No, it wasn't just a kiss, at least not for me,” Minho says, his voice steady but just as shaky as Seungmin’s.
“Minho-” Seungmin starts but before he could continue, Minho interrupts him.
“I like you!” Minho shouts, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenched at his sides. “I’ve liked you for so long,” Minho breaths out, like the weight of his confession had been wearing him down. “I’ve liked you since last year when you were just that shy sophomore who had big dreams to be big on the student council, and I’ve liked you until now when we’ve clashed in every aspect of our lives when we fought more than we talked, and especially now,” Minho opens his eyes slowly, and looks up at Seungmin, tears catching at his waterline. “Now, when you look at me and I feel like we’re the only ones in the room, and you ask me how my day was, and when you tease me and then smile at me with that smile that makes my heart do somersaults in my chest.
I have liked you for so long Seungmin, and for so long I thought that I was going to be feeling so much for you forever and be alone in my feelings, and now we’re here and kissing you yesterday was all my dreams personified and all I want to do is kiss you again, but I’m so afraid you don't feel the same because for the past year all we have done is fight, but things are different now and I honestly feel even more confused, but yesterday with you, I have never felt freer, and I just want you, I want you so bad Seungmin,” There are soft tears flowing down Minho’s cheeks, his words coming out shaky from the tears that clogged his throat. Seungmin stares, Minho’s words doing tumbles throughout his head. Seungmin didn't feel so afraid anymore.
Seungmin sits up, reaching out to Minho. Minho immediately responds to Seungmin, leaning forwards and meeting the junior representative halfway. Their lips meet, and it's like a missing puzzle piece had righted itself in Seungmin.
Seungmin wraps his arms around Minho and pulls him forward till their chests are pressed together, and let his arms wrap around Minho’s waist. Minho’s hands were wrapped around his neck, his fingers threaded in the soft hairs at Seungmins nape. This wasn't like their first kiss the previous day, this kiss was more deliberate, softer, and more precise. Now, Seungmin knew just when to tilt his head to get Minho to keen and pull at the soft hair on his nape. And Minho knew how to press into the kiss to make Seungmin pull him closer until all they could feel was each other.
Reluctantly, Seungmin pulls away, knowing there was something he had to tell the other. Minho chases after Seungmin, a whine on his lips. It makes Seungmin beam.
“I like you too, so much,” Seungmin says leaning forward until their foreheads knock together gently. “I want you Minho, all of you, your best days and worst days, I want it all.”
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that,” Minho sobs softly, his fingers tightening in Seungmin’s hair.
“Well, you don't have to wait anymore,” Seungmin whispers before he's leaning forward again, catching Minho’s lips.
Minho’s sweater is soft under Seungmin’s fingertips, but it's no match to how soft his lips feel in his own. The way the slide against his own lights a spark under his skin just like how it did yesterday. Kissing Minho was like thousands of sparks tickling his skin, making him fly higher than clouds and touch the stars. Minho was his sun, Seungmin was Icarus, and he was not afraid to burn.
And of course, Seungmin expects it at this point, Minho’s phone starts going off, a loud and annoying sound. Even though Seungmin really doesn't want to, they pull apart. It’s not like their first kiss where they had jumped away from each other, this time they retract their lips slowly, not wanting to part. They stay in each other's space, their arms still wrapped around each other, refusing to let go.
“I should probably get that,” Minho sighs against his lips, and Seungmin has to hold himself back from leaning back in to steal another kiss.
“Alright, but I’m not letting you go,” Seungmin says and tightens his arms around Minho’s body.
“I wouldn't want you to anyways,” Minho beams, and quickly presses his mouth against Seungmins for a quick peck before he's answering the phone call.
“Hey, what's up?” Minho says into the phone, but his eyes are still locked on Seungmin’s.
“Mr. Song’s looking for you, needs you for some shit about the bake sale,” From how close they are, Seungmin can hear Seonghwa on the other line of the phone, talking quickly to Minho.
“Alright, I’ll be there soon, where should I meet him?” Minho asks, tilting his head so that their noses slide together.
“In his room,” Seonghwa answers just as quickly as before.
“Be there soon, bye,” Minho says, and before Seonghwa could reply, hangs up the call. As soon as he hears the line cut dead, Minho leans forward and connects their lips again. And yeah, Seungmin was never going to get used to the feel of Minho’s lips against his.
“Okay, before they come looking for me,” Minho pulls away panting. “We should go.”
“Fine,” Seungmin pouts, leaving a small kiss on Minho's nose and reluctantly removing his arms from around Minho’s body. “But we're doing more of that later.”
Minho laughs, and it's the best sound Seungmin has ever heard. Minho stands up and drops a hand down to pull Seungmin up as well. Seungmin doesn't drop Minho’s hand after that. There is the faintest tear treks on Minho’s cheeks, and Seungmin brings his hand up to wipe them away delicately.
“Does it look like I've been crying?” Minho pouts, leaning into Seungmin's touch.
“You're actually a really pretty crier, so you look beautiful right now,” Seungmin says, still trying to catch his breath from their kiss. Minho’s cheek heats up under Seungmin’s palm and the smaller boy lets out a squeak at his words.
“Oh shut up,” Minho grumbles, but Seungmin can see the beautiful smile on his lips.
They walk hand in hand to Mr. Song’s room, and Seungmin has never been happier. When they get to Mr. Song’s classroom, they're both quickly given tasks to do. Minho has to go talk to the bakers and go over more details with Soobin, so they have to sadly part. Seungmin is given the task to start getting the booths ready. He gets Renjun and Daehwi to help him out, and they easily finish since the art club had already done most of the decorating. All they really needed to do was set up all the treats and desserts in a pretty manner.
The next time Seungmin sees Minho is when the entire student council meets up before they open the doors to the public. Mr. Song and Minho both give little speeches, saying how everyone did well and that their hard work was going to pay off. Throughout the entirety of the meeting, Minho and Seungmin did not break eye contact.
“You all did great, thank you all for your help in setting up the bake sale, now you can all enjoy it!” Minho claps his hands together, his eyes locked on Seungmin. Everyone else breaks out into a small chorus of cheers. Seungmin can hear Renjun and Chaeryeong talking about all the chocolate treats they’ll eat, and Soobin is practically vibrating in excitement beside him. Though, Seungmin only pays attention to Minho. His lips looked slightly glossier than the last time he had seen him, and Seungmin briefly wonders if he put on lipgloss. He wants to walk over and press his lips against Minho to prove if he was right about the lipgloss. Then Seungmin realizes he can, so he does.
Minho had looked away from Seungmin for a moment, turning to talk to Jiwoo about something, and doesn't notice Seungmin walking up at first. Seungmin smiles at Minho, looking at his side profile and feeling so much fondness in his chest he feels like he’ll choke on it.
Seungmin steps up beside Minho, reaching out and poking his tummy to gain the president's attention. Minho jolts a little, looking over shocked. When his eyes meet Seungmin, they soften, and a bright smile encases his lips. Minho looks more delectable than any of the treats Seungmin had helped set up that day, so he doesn't think twice before he leans down and presses his lips against Minho’s. The president makes a sound in the back of his throat in surprise by the sudden kiss but is quick to clutch at Seungmin’s sweater and kiss him eagerly back.
Seungmin had been right, Minho had put on some lipgloss and it tasted like strawberries when their lips slid together. Though Seungmin knew how to keep it PG and after a couple of seconds, pulls back from Minho. Seungmin leans back and stares at Minho’s still glistening lips, his heart thumping in his chest. Yeah, Seungmin will never get over kissing Minho.
“What the fuck just happened,” Renjun blurts, and then Seungmin notices how the attention of the entire student council is on the two of them.
“Fuck yeah, finally!” Seonghwa practically screams, his eyes bright.
“It took you two long enough,” Dahyun shakes her head fondly from where she's standing next to Seonghwa, and then puts her fist up to Seonghwa. The vice president bumps his fist against hers and Seungmin doesn't even know how to react to the two.
“When the hell did this happen,” Daehwi stares at the two his fingers pointing at the two of them, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
“I honestly thought they hated each other,” Chaeryeong admits, looking just as shocked at the rest of the council members.
“I mean, I always had a hunch, but I didn't actually think they would... do that,” Jiwoo laughs behind her hand, pointing at the two just as Daehwi had.
“What the fuck,” Renjun just repeats.
Then Seungmin notices Soobin, who had stopped vibrating from excitement and was now staring at Seungmin and Minho like they were ghosts.
“Oh cut it out,” Minho rolls his eyes and grabs the back of Seungmin’s neck to pull him down for one more kiss. And who was Seungmin to deny Minho?
“Okay okay, we are all really happy that you two finally worked everything out, but you can't be doing this all the time now,” Seonghwa places his two hands on their shoulder and pulls them apart. Minho whips his head around to glare at Seonghwa, and Seungmin can't help but laugh.
“Then, we’ll just go make out somewhere where you can’t see,” Minho quips and starts to drag Seungmin away from the cluster of council members. Seungmin’s cheeks flare red, though he is certainly excited to make out with Minho again.
“Oh no you don't,” Dahyun then slaps her hands on their shoulders, just as Seonghwa had done, stopping them in their tracks. “You both are going to enjoy this bake sale together, you can kiss all you want afterward.”
Then Seonghwa sneaks up beside Seungmin, and Dahyun goes to stand beside Minho, and the two pairs together to start escorting them throughout the bake sale.
The bake sale was set up in the main hallway that was the entrance to the school, and booths were lining the hallways. There were all types of sweets and treats. Cookie, brownies, cakes, tarts, scones, macarons, and then other more creative treats.
Seungmin looks to his side and meets Minho’s eyes, and gives him a smile. Minho bites his lip softly and reaches out to thread his fingers through Seungmin’s. Dahyun and Seonghwa escort them through the booths, and every time they pass a booth with chocolate chip cookies, Seungmin grabs one.
At one point, Seungmin leans over and whispers in Minho’s ear, “what's your favorite?” and gestures to the sweets piling the booth. Minho shivers at Seungmin's breath on his ear before whispering back, “I love anything apple.”
So the next time Seungmin sees an apple tart on a booth, he grabs it and stashes it with his chocolate chip cookies in the little bag everyone was given to take their sweets with.
When they finally reach the last booth, Dahyun and Seonghwa let go of the two, giving them both knowing looks. Seungmin doesn't give them a second glance before he's tugging on Minho’s hand and taking them down the hallways to the library. Minho giggles the entire way, and as soon as the doors to the library are pushed open and close behind them, Minho surges forward and attaches their lips together.
Seungmin smiles into the kiss and threads his fingers through Minho’s hair, feeling the soft tufts against the pads of his fingers. Then, Minho starts giggling, and the laughs take over his body and he has to pull away from Seungmin. The junior representative watches with a smile, fingers running through his hair.
“What's so funny,” Seungmin asks, moving to wrap his arm that held the sweets bag around Minho’s waist.
“I’m just,” Minho laughs, his words hiccuping out of his mouth. “I’m just so happy.”
Seungmin absolutely beams. “I am too.”
Seungmin leans down to place a quick kiss on Minho’s lips before leaning back and softly whispering, “I got us something.”
“Oh really?” Minho cocks an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to see,” Seungmin then steps back, moving completely away from Minho and walking towards their little nook in the back of the library. Minho whines, and chases after Seungmin. Minho grabs onto Seungmin, wrapping his arms around the junior representatives' waist and causing the two to have to waddle their way to their little nook.
When they get to the little table, Seungmin moves the chair so that they are sitting right next to each other.
“What is it?” Minho asks again, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, looking like a curious kitten. Seungmin has to hold himself back from leaning forward and kissing him again.
“I got us some treats,” Seungmin lifts up the sweet bag and pushes it towards Minho. The president cocks an eyebrow at Seungmin before he tilts the bag open and peaks inside.
“Oh my god,” Minho’s eyes go wide. “Did you get me apple treats?”
Seungmin hums, a beaming smile on his lips as he gazes at Minho. The president squeals and reaches into the bag, getting out one of the many apples treats Seungmin had put into his treat bag.
“I didn't even think to get myself something,” Minho says as he stuffs the apple tart in his mouth, munching on it with a blissed-out look on his face.
“I’m surprised,” Seungmin laughs. “I saw the way you were eyeing some of those treats.”
Then Minho blushes and bashfully looks up at Seungmin through his lashes. “I was kinda distracted thinking about kissing you,” Minho admits and then its Seungmins turn to blush.
“Well, you don't need to imagine it anymore,” Seungmin whispers, bringing his thumb up to brush away a little crumb on Minho’s bottom lip. Minho stares at him with wide, pleading eyes, and Seungmin closes the distance between their lips.
It’s softer than any of the kisses they shared before. It’s slow, and Seungmin can taste the apple on Minho’s lips and savors the taste. Minho brings a hand up and cups Seungmin’s cheek pulls him closer, and kisses him harder before pulling away entirely. Seungmin chases Minho’s lips, but the hand on his cheek keeps the junior representative back.
“Seungmin,” Minho says panting softly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Seungmin’s.
“Yeah?” Seungmin mumbles, leaning in a little closer himself, his eyes darting down to Minho’s glistening lips. They were just a little pinker than before, and Seungmin feels proud.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Minho asks, and Seungmins eyes go wide in shock and dart up from Minho’s lips and to meet his eyes, not expecting the question. But then, he breaks out into a beaming smile, his heart fluttering in his chest, and can't help the little giggle that slips past his lips.
“Aww,” Seungmin pouts. “I wanted to ask you that.”
“So is that a yes?” Minho asks, hope in his eyes.
“Yes, the biggest yes,” Seungmin whispers and leans in once more. The apple taste on Minho’s lips is starting to get addicting, and Seungmin presses harder, just as Minho had done before. Minho hums contently against his lips and Seungmin knows he has never been happier than he is at this moment.
metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life, spiritual conversation