Lee Minho || Minsung.

Jisung had a habit of applying lip balm frequently, as stress would lead him to bite his lips until they became dry or even cracked. It was a habit he had developed since he was little. While he was reviewing his song notes sitting on the bed, Minho entered the room and lay down next to him, absorbed in his cell phone. Jisung stood up, went to his drawer, and applied a cherry lip balm. The sweet, refreshing scent washed over him, and he felt more relaxed. Then, he climbed onto Minho's lap and started giving him soft kisses on the lips. Minho looked up from his phone and smiled at the sight of Jisung kissing him. “Are you wearing cherry lipstick?” He asked, gently brushing a strand of hair off Jisung’s forehead. Jisung nodded, and continued kissing Minho. —I love the taste he said, with a mischievous smile. Minho laughed and hugged him tighter. —And I love the taste of your kisses.

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