Minho ⁷⁸

The sound of keys echoed in the office, mixed with the ticking of the clock and the exaggerated sighs coming from the doorway. Minho didn't need to look to know who it was. "You're not going to stop sighing until I look at you, are you?" He asked without looking up from his document. "Don't even think I'm going to talk to you." Jisung replied in an offended voice, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. He had been hanging around the house for hours, waiting for Minho to finish work, but the alpha had barely given him a "later, love." Later, he would say. And that "later" had turned into the whole day. Minho smiled faintly, amused. He knew exactly what he was doing. "You're very quiet today, are you feeling bad?" Minho said, faking it. "I'm not bad. Just... ignored." Jisung puffed out his cheeks, pouting as he approached the desk. "You won't look at me, you won't talk to me, you didn't even give me my three o'clock kiss." Minho raised an eyebrow, finally putting the papers aside. "Your three o'clock kiss?" He repeated. "Yes! It's tradition." Jisung looked at him with wide eyes, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "And it's almost nine, Minho. Nine!" The alpha barely held back a laugh. He loved him so much it hurt. "Come here." Minho said. "No." The omega took a step back. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." Minho stood up, with that dangerous smile they both knew he meant. He took a step. Then another. Jisung firmly grabbed the couch cushion and threw it straight at his chest. "Don't even think about coming near him, traitor!" The blow barely moved him, but Minho's laughter filled the entire room. "So cute when you're angry..."

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