"Can you please just leave me alone?" Jisung asked, clearly irritated.
"Why do you want me to?" Minho retorted.
Jisung closed his eyes and drew in a breath, trying not to lose his cool. He exhaled and continued,
"Because I don't want this to be weird. And you're making it really fucking hard for this not to be weird."
An angry tone was becoming visible in his speech.
Minhos gaze sharpened, became a bit dark. A bit scary.
"Who said you could use that type of language with me?"
The words made Jisungs eyes widen. A confused and slightly panicked expression spread across his face.
"W-What the hell is wrong with you?" He stammered out. He tried to turn away, but he suddenly felt a tight grip on his wrist.
Minho spun him around to face him, their faces barely an inch apart.
"You better stop cursing me, before I make you regret it."
Jisungs jaw hung agape. He tried to speak, but no words came out. Minhos grip tightened on his wrist, and he let out a small whine of pain.
Minho smiled. He leaned into Jisung, to where his lips were practically on his ear.
He whispered,
"You know I'd never hurt you Jisungie...
unless you wanted me to."
