They're looking at each other, just basking in each other's presence when Minho feels it. That irrepressible need to kiss Jisung, to feel his plush lips against his thin ones. So, he leans a bit closer, startling Jisung a little.
"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" he asks, his voice calm and steady, unlike the storm in his chest at the thought of kissing Jisung.
Jisung simply nods and Minho kisses him. It's always the same but also always different every time they kiss. No kiss is like another, they never kiss twice the same way. But what never changes is the way Minho's heart sings, how everything vanishes around him and in his mind so all he can think about is *Jisung Jisung Jisung*. He feels warmth spreading in his body, a warmth only Jisung can give him. Oh, the way he loves Jisung so intensely, so deeply.
When he breaks the kiss, he's panting, his lungs burning, his lips tingling and reluctant to open his eyes. But he does and heâs met with the most beautiful sight.
Jisung, his eyes still closed, his lips red and parted, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving as he pants as heavily as Minho. It makes Minho want to kiss him again but he waits for Jisung to open his eyes. When he does, he looks confused for a second, until his eyes focus and start sparkling. Minho feels himself falling in love again.
"Hi, jagi" Minho says, smiling fondly at his boyfriend.
"Hi. That was good" Jisung replies, content.
"Glad you liked it. You looked so kissable, I just couldnât resist."
Minho laughs lightly and connects their lips once again, pulling Jisung closer this time and letting his hands wander. Jisung sighs against his lips and Minho's heart skips a beat. Oh, how he loves Jisung.
