minhvs:
HE KNEW BETTER. minho had become quite acquainted with jisu ( and in more ways than one ) that he knew just how the other worked at times — and truthfully sometimes it was a good thing because then they were able to use that to their advantage. but it also meant he knew what was appropriate to say and what times, and as he sat in the other’s room, long, lithe legs perked atop the mattress, the taller of the two decided he really didn’t want to deal with jisu and their bad side ( which they admittedly had to deal with quite a bit ). bored eyes tore away from the screen belonging to the phone held in his hands to meet jisu’s before flitting between one lipstick to the other. “ the one on your left, ” he started, gesturing to the product in their hand. “ that’s the one you wore when you came over to my place last month, right ? that look made me want to see your lips plump and wet, and pull you by your hair. ”
the love-struck fifteen year old within them, a fleeting emotion which only comes once every rom-com, almost rejoiced — letting their cheeks tint pink even from the fact that the other remembered ... ALMOST. they weren’t that weak, not until minho manages to get them under his sheets and under h i m again, anyway. ❛ you’re disgusting, ❜ they managed a snort, hues rolling despite the fact that they turned around to face the mirror and glide the shade over their lips. ❛ where’re you taking me anyway ? — and if it’s another one of your fucking emo concerts, i’m out. cheap strobe lighting and jizz-covered walls doesn’t look good on anyone’s insta feed, ❜ jisu gave themself one last glance to the mirror before straightening their figure and turning back to the male in question. ❛ so ? totally fuckable kawaii princess or no ? ❜
