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This was stupid.
Absolutely stupid.
Because how is it fair that Minho gets to look so damn pretty with his white hair – perfectly styled – and beautiful white hanbok with a collar low enough to look decent but enough to drive Jisung mad. It didn’t help that Minho’s makeup assistant, bless her heart, made him look so insanely ethereal, it was a crime.
And It’s only when Minho looks over and smirks that he looks away. But that’s only between him, Minho and Jisung’s makeup artist.
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By the time they are done Minho whispers in Jisung’s ear, “Jagi, the room at the left side.”
Han immediately looks around for it, eyes quickly scanning the chaos of a room, and spots it. He nods at Minho, but how would he know when to go?
That question doesn’t linger long when he breaks his conversation with Changbin and realizes he can’t spot Minho. He looks around to make sure no one is looking, Changbin already busying himself with Felix and he gets up and enters the room.
At first there seems to be no one and Jisung almost turns around, assuming Minho didn’t mean for him to come now. But he’s jumped by Minho, hand clutching his chest.
“Minho-yah!”
But Minho looks delighted, giggling with bunny teeth shining under dim lights, “You are so easy to scare~,” Minho runs his thumb against Jisung’s bottom lip as Jisung closes the room behind them, “....cute.”
“Aghh, it’s not funny….” Jisung whines resting both of his hands on Minho’s waist.
Minho smiles at him, turning him around and pushing him towards the desk at the other end of the room with both of his hands on Jisung’s shoulders, “Mmm, you look so pretty for hyung…”
“You look gorgeous today,” Jisung whispers back quickly.
Minho raises his eyebrows in the way he always does, and his hands now rest on his neck, “Oh?”
Jisung bit his lip and nodded, gripping Minho’s hanbok tighter in his grasp and bringing him closer, but Minho was already coming closer to cup Jisung’s face in both of his hands and brush his lips against his.
“Is that why you kept staring at me, jagi?”
Han bit his lip and smiled. He gave Minho a quick peck and he said with a sigh, “What can I do? My boyfriend is just too hot.”
Another peck, “Too cute.”
And another peck. “And too sexy.”
With each kiss Minho’s ears turned slightly more pinker. Minho smiled softly, “Kiss me.”
Han didn’t need to be told twice. He landed a sweet kiss on the corner of Minho’s lips and towards his mouth, one hand holding the side of his face.
“Mmm,” Minho frowned, which didn’t help Jisung’s heart, “You can do better than that baby. Right?”
Jisung raised his eyebrow and turned so Minho’s back was touching the wall and he kissed Minho again, but more passionately. Both of their eyes shut tight and just felt their lips collide and mold into something needy. Not yet indecent, but enough to make Minho’s ears warm. Jisung’s cold fingers trailed up Minho’s chest and up his neck.
When they break off they rest their foreheads together. And suddenly break into soft laughter. Han muttered into the warm, electric air between them, “So, pretty baby.”
Minho’s cheekbones were prominent with how hard Minho was trying to suppress a shy smile, “You like it that much?”
“I like anything you are in, even nothing,” Han whispers, “But this is too much. White suits you. Never wear it if you don’t want me to kiss you.”
“And when is that ever?” Minho chuckles, “Silly.”
Minho kissed Jisung fast. This time harder, biting lips and sucking enough to leave them red. Each pull and taste fueling pure hot flames. The air in the room becomes hot, Jisung’s hands run over muscled arms and Minho sighs into the kiss. Jisung couldn’t stop himself from moaning softly into it.
The door opened, “Minho- oh.” They fall apart instantly looking at Chan and smiling, both still slightly out of breath.
“Ye-” It comes out ragged and broken and he has to clear his throat to sound normal, “Yeah?”
Chan sighs, shaking his head, “God we even gave you two of you your own house, and still?” But Chan can’t hide his smile.
From far he can hear Changbin crackling, “Hyunjin you owe me 1000 won!!”
Chan shut the door behind him, “Well, sorry to interrupt," He paused, “y’know, you two making out and all, but I need to tell you 2 things.”
Minho and Jisung glimpse at each other.
“First, Minho, I need you down in 30 minutes. The choreographer is asking for you and I.N needs help on the part so we need to clear it up before we go on stage.” Minho nodded and Chan continued.
“And two, don’t get caught like this by the staff.” They both nod.
Chan nods, “Okay. Well fix yourselves up,” He looks at them with a small smirk, “And meet me in 30 minutes.” Chan heads out and as soon as the door closes Minho grabs Jisung and crashes his lips against Jisung's.
The door opens again, “Oh, and Jisun- what the fuck guys.”
They burst out laughing.