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“You should go sleeveless more often,” Minho comments, almost absentminded in his approval. Jeongin can feel the cool fabric of Minho’s button-up wrinkle against his own bicep as Minho presses himself against his frame. “Your arms look so strong.”
Jeongin thinks he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he does, Minho gushing perfumed praises at him as he clings to his side like a high school prom date. He really shouldn’t be enjoying the sudden realization that Minho smells like cherries and cotton candy, that his lips are shiny with petal-pink gloss, that he’s wearing a glittering, blush-colored eyeshadow that makes him look like someone crushed a fistful of the setting sun between their palms and sprinkled it across his lids.
“Oh,” is all that Jeongin can manage to say, “thanks.”
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Jeongin's never paid much interest to his frat brother Minho until he put on a skirt. (Though maybe he likes the guy underneath the skirt just as much.)