Fics like Rose Day

When Minho emerged from the public bathroom wearing the cardigan done up and tucked into the front of his pants and very clearly nothing else underneath Jisung’s mouth nearly hit the floor. There was far too much of Minho’s chest on display. The cardigan he had just put on over his own shirt felt stifling. “Hot,” Jisung stuttered as Minho stood in front of him. “I mean hi– I mean hi, I’m hot– in this sweater, I mean. This cardigan is hot.” Minho made a pretty valiant attempt at holding in his laughter, only letting a quiet chuckle escape. “Hi hot, I’m Lee Minho. I was looking for my boyfriend. He’s about five foot with brown eyes–” “Hey!” Jisung finally snapped out of his haze. “I’m five seven. There is one inch difference between us. One.” Jisung held up one finger threateningly. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I have a couple of inches on you baby.” Minho’s words dripped like spun sugar on a humid summer's day, sticky and cloying. Jisung shuddered, his pants tighter. Or: Minho and Jisung go on a Rose Day date. They're very in love and horny about it.

Fics like Rose Day

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