Lee Minho 4

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

"You're getting cheeky, Jisung," Minho muttered in a friendly tone, as only he could, tossing the sizzling noodles in the pan. "It's your birthday, and yet here we are, sitting at my place, and you're rushing dinner! Have some decency."

"I can do anything today!" Khan was accustomed to this manner of his elder, and he could perfectly discern the true attitude behind it, whatever it might be.

The answer was about to burst from Minho's lips, but was brazenly strangled by a blow... from a pillow.

"Hey!" the older man said indignantly, immediately turning off the stove and turning to Jisung, ready to immediately fight back—and immediately received a second blow, no less brazen, reinforced by laughter, and then heels flashing as they ran out of the kitchen.

Their running around the apartment brought even more chaos to the one they had already created, and shouts with humorous threats scattered mixed with sparks of laughter, promising to illuminate the youngest’s eighteenth birthday with them.

Finally having the pillow in his possession, Minho thought that victory would be his.

Only he lost at that moment when Han grabbed her, tripped over his own foot and began to fall, pulled her towards himself, forcing the elder to involuntarily move closer and end up over Jisung, who had fallen to the floor and was breathing heavily.

"So, are you happy?" A hot breath escaped lips that had recently been ablaze with laughter, and his gaze unconsciously shifted to Khan's lips.