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"No I'm not." Minho sighed. He was slumped over the couch in Chan's room, with Chan seated on the floor, interrogating him.

"Yes you are." Chan released an exasperated sigh. "You like Jisung but you're in denial."

Minho shuffled to sit upright, running a hand through his messy hair in distress. "Look I came to you for advice."

Chan rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. Advice on how to drive your roommate insane because you can't deal with complex human emotions."

Minho didn't respond, half of what Chan said barely even making it into his ears. Memories of his make-out session from the previous day creeped into his head, no matter how hard he tried to push it away. Things had gotten a little too heated, it made Minho avoid Jisung at all costs. And lord, it wasn't easy to avoid your roommate. At the memory, his cheeks caught fire and turned ruby red.

"Woah, why are you suddenly blushing?" Chan snorted, chuckling at Minho's flustered state. The ravenette fumbled, slapping a hand on his cheek to feel the heat. 

"You know what." Minho lifted his head with renewed confidence. "I'm going to end my misery."

Chan titled his head. "You what?"

Minho shrugged. "I'm going to end it. I'll make him hate me and then he's going to switch rooms. And then I'll finally be free of that stupidly perfect boy." He sneered, puffing his cheeks out.

Chan grumbled in absolute annoyance, leaning back on both hands. "Just where do you get those ridiculous ideas from? And you think you're smart."

"Shut up." Minho rebutted, standing up. "Thank you for the amazing support." He fake-smiled, sarcasm dripping in his voice as he watched Chan scoff. "You can invite Felix over and eat his face now."

Leaving Chan to choke on air, Minho exited the room, an (idiotic) idea in his mind.

"Make sure it's nice and wet~ soak it until it's wet~ wait what? Oh whatever. It's gotta be nice and soaked~ freeze him to his bones~ Minho is not in love, Minho is not in denial~"

As Minho sang to himself, he finally stopped and moved back, proud of his evil doings. He wiped his forehead, then placed that hand on his hip, while the other held the now empty bucket. The bucket that held the water he had just now poured all over his roommate's bed (three to four times to make sure the mattress was fully soaked).

He then looked at the clock. It was half past eleven, and Jisung was still in the bathroom. After returning from his part-time, Jisung had attempted to strike a conversation with Minho multiple times, but the ravenette avoided him like the plague. After hiding the bucket underneath the sink, Minho paced in the kitchen, pretending like he's doing anything at all while he awaited the boy's return.

Minho stood still, staring at the two ceramic bowls on the kitchen countertop. The bowls that Jisung always uses when he makes food for the them. Just then, a shriek sounded, startling Minho out of his thoughts.

"Minho what the hell!" Jisung yelled, stomping towards the boy in the kitchen. Minho turned to face him with fake surprise on his face, pretending to be clueless. The adorably furious pout on Jisung's face tempted him to smile, but he tightened his lips.

"What?"

"Why is my bed soaked!" Jisung whined. His eyes were tired, and he really needed some sleep. A tiny sting of guilt began growing in Minho's heart. Not again.

"I don't know? Don't ask me." Minho shrugged, walking past Jisung who immediately turned around to follow him closely.

"Yesterday you kissed me, and now you're back to being mean."

Minho stopped abruptly and rotated on his heels, causing Jisung to almost bump into him. He crossed his arms, a frown on his face. "I didn't kiss you."

Jisung copied, folding his arms over his chest as well. "Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"It was your fault."

"Just how exactly!" Jisung unfolded his arms and swung them around.

"It is how it is, now don't disturb me!" Minho stuck his tongue out childishly, the action making Jisung scoff in disbelief. With a groan, he climbed onto his bed and left Jisung standing with slumped shoulders.

Defeated and feeling his heart grow heavy, Jisung watched the devil get comfortable under the covers, displaying no sign of sorry towards him.

"I don't understand why you do this.."

The blond's whisper was left unanswered. After a long while, Jisung heaved a sad sigh and mumbled a small 'good night'. He crawled onto the couch, thanking his last self for cleaning it. It wasn't as comfortable as snuggling on the bed, but Jisung was grateful his devilish roommate didn't ruin the couch as well, considering just how tired and sleepy he was feeling.

Minho lied wide awake, staring at the wall. Silence hung in the atmosphere. By now, he was troubled with guilt. He felt awful. He wondered if Jisung was asleep. He sat up and stole a peek at the blond. Jisung was shifting on the sette, most likely not feeling comfortable. He was now lying on his back, a hand resting over his forehead. Minho smiled without realizing it, observing the adorable pyjamas the boy was wearing; an overly large denim-blue shirt that slipped off his shoulder, with a matching (but with white stripes) pair of shorts underneath. It screamed baby boy, and Minho wasn't having it.

Minho slipped off the bed and trudged to the couch. Without a word, he climbed over the boy, knocking out the air from Jisung's lungs as the blond groaned at the sudden weight drop onto him. Jisung's hands were quick to clasp on either sides of Minho's waist. They stared at each other, Minho once again not being discreet as he observed Jisung's perfectly carved
features.

"You're so pretty, I hate you."

Minho's voice was soft, laced with feelings that contradicted his own words. Jisung released a chuckle, the sound husky and triggering Minho's cheeks to turn red, matching the colour on Jisung's own cheeks.

Jisung let his hand gently move up and down Minho's side, enjoying the effect it had on the ravenette. "And you're so petty, I hate you." He replied, a sleepy smile drawn across his face.

The ravenette used a hand to brush the blond strands back, exposing Jisung's forehead. It was soft, still fluffy from Jisung's shower.

Minho's gaze lingered on Jisung's lips, his body remembering the sensation he yearned to feel again. He pressed his forefinger against the boy's lips that withheld a smirk. He then switched to caress the bottom lip with his thumb.

"You can kiss me.." Jisung started, lips moving against Minho's thumb as his cheeks caught fire at his own words. His voice was quiet, with a tinge of impatience, a feeling that matches Minho's craving. "Only if you don't deny it tomorrow. Like you deny yesterday's kiss."

Minho gazed into the boy's eyes, into his captivating coffee-brown eyes that held innocence yet lured him in. He leaned closer. "I'm not going to kiss you." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss onto Jisung's lips right afterwards. "And I didn't kiss you yesterday." He continued, connecting their lips again. It was a longer kiss, more passionate, the sensation lingering on their lips even as Minho pulled away. "And we're not kissing." He breathed, the two breaking out into wide grins before their lips found each other again.

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a;n
How much do you bet Jisung
isn't a virgin after this-

Omg just kidding