… Minho’s round lips, the way they were so full, so soft-looking and perfectly formed.

Kibum spent long nights thinking about those lips, wondering how’d they feel against his, how they’d taste when he them into his mouth and turned them cherry red… pretty soon that jealousy he previously used to harbor turned into an obsession, his eyes glued to Minho’s mouth almost constantly.

And it wasn’t like Minho hadn’t noticed by now—he’d have to be blind to accomplish a feat like that—in fact, he quite liked the attention. He used it to his advantage whenever he cornered the older man in their dorm, his lips slowly over and over until Kibum felt like he would go insane.

"ing kiss me already, you !” Kibum screeched, both shoving Minho away and pulling him in at the same time.

So he did.

~~
the game.