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the first time minho had felt jisung's lips against his own had been after a party night full of longing stares, quiet whispers and subtle touches. at the end, they had found themselves alone at the balcony, the air filled with years and years of hidden feelings and unspoken words. minho had looked in his best friend's eyes, admiring how brightly they were shining in the dark. he had felt jisung gently pull him closer, locking their lips together slowly, carefully, as if the younger had been afraid that minho would jerk away - but he hadn't.
the kiss - loving, passionate - had tasted like cherries, all because of that lip gloss jisung wore every day in an attempt to soothe his chapped lips.