Lee Minho

"RASPBERRY DAWN" #minsung

They reached the roof almost simultaneously. The boys remained below—music, laughter, the clink of bottles. The sweet scent of cherry Blazer drifted even up here, mingling with the warm summer air.

Jisung stood by the fence, lazily gazing out over the city. The crimson dawn lay across the rooftops, making the gray concrete buildings almost beautiful. The wind ruffled his curls, and his hoodie hung loosely over his shoulders. He heard footsteps and couldn't help but smile.

• You've taken a long time.
  "Changbin couldn't fucking find the bottle opener," Minho chuckled. He walked over and placed his palms on the railing on either side of Jisung, almost touching him. There was barely any space between them. Jisung felt Minho's breath on his temple.

• Will you? The last one.
  Minho showed the cigarette and Jisung nodded.

• For two.
  Minho took a drag first, then silently brought the cigarette to his lips.

• He said you would quit.

• Yeah, fuck, I'll join a sharaga and quit.

The conversation trailed off. Minho placed his hand on Jisung's waist, lazily running his finger along the fabric of his hoodie. "Crimson Dawn" — Endgame — began playing below, and familiar words floated down to them.

"How's the exam?" Minho suddenly asked.
— Passed.

• For how long?
• At eighty-eight.
• Fuck, handsome.
  — I was just lucky.
• Don't play poor.
  Jisung chuckled.
  — And you? Did you close everything?
• Mmmm... - he croaked hoarsely.
  All that remains is practice.
  He took the cigarette, took a drag himself, and, turning away, exhaled the smoke to the side.
  For a few seconds they were simply silent.
  Minho turned him toward him, holding him by the waist. Only a few centimeters remained between them. He touched his lips lightly—briefly, carefully, testing. Jisung didn't change his mind. The kiss deepened, the cigarette resting on the concrete block, and his hands held him closer. Jisung pulled away to breathe, but Minho was already kissing his jaw, trailing down to his neck.

Tomorrow there would be work, school, parents. But today—they were there, carefree and full of love. The crimson dawn slowly gave way to a warm morning. And then Minho whispered, leaving a wet kiss on his neck:

• Kitten, are you going to date me?..