Poly Minsung

Lee Know x Han x You

(Poly relationship!)

Minho and Jisung sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom, the bright afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. The two of them were supposed to be tidying up while you were out running errands. Supposed to being the key phrase.

Instead, Jisung was holding one of your favorite lipsticks—a deep, rosy shade you always wore on special occasions—twisting it up and down like it was the most fascinating invention he’d ever seen.

“Do you think this color would suit me?” Jisung asked, pouting dramatically in Minho’s direction.

Minho glanced up from where he was sitting beside him, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t know. You’ve already got that naturally kissable thing going on,” he teased.

Jisung grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Min. Now hold still.”

Before Minho could protest, Jisung lunged forward and swiped the lipstick across Minho’s lips in one quick motion.

“Yah! Han Jisung!” Minho squawked, glaring at him.

“What? It’s art!” Jisung said, biting back a laugh as he admired his work. “And you look stunning. Like… bold, mysterious, effortlessly chic.”

Minho rolled his eyes but grabbed the lipstick from Jisung’s hand. “Oh, really? Let’s see how chic you look.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, and he tried to scuttle away, but Minho was too quick. In one swift motion, he tackled Jisung onto the floor and smeared the lipstick across his lips, missing half his mouth and accidentally streaking some onto his cheek.

“Hey! Not fair!” Jisung whined, laughing uncontrollably as he tried to squirm away.

“Fairness doesn’t exist in love and war,” Minho said smugly, admiring his masterpiece.

They were so caught up in their antics that neither of them heard the front door open.

*You stepped into the bedroom, a grocery bag in one hand, only to freeze at the sight in front of you. Minho was straddling Jisung on the floor, both of them looking absolutely ridiculous with smeared lip