One Bullet Left / Minsung ??

Lee Minho's POV

I didn't give him a chance to finish, crowding him against the car. I could feel Jisung's quick, surprised breaths against my neck, my heart racing against my chest.
My hand moved up, cupping Jisung's jaw, my thumb tracing the swell of his lower lip. "You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?" I growled, my voice rough with emotion.

My eyes flicked from Jisung's lips to his eyes, the intensity of my gaze almost predatory. I felt a thrill of victory as I saw the effect I was having on Jisung, the way the other boy was practically melting against me.
I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of Jisung's neck. "You have no idea what you do to me," I muttered, my lips brushing lightly against Jisung's jaw.

Jisung let out a surprised, shaky breath as my lips brushed against his skin, a shiver running down his spine. "M-Minho, what are you-" he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady.
I smirked, a smug, satisfied smile on my face as I heard the tremor in Jisung's voice. "You know full well what I'm doing," I purred.

Jisung's breath hitched, his head tipping back involuntarily as my lips moved lower, nipping and sucking at the dip of his collarbone.
"God, you're so damn responsive," I breathed, my hands gripping Jisung's hips tight, almost bruise-like.

I could feel every reaction of Jisung's body, the way his breath hitched and his heartbeat quickened, the slight arch of his back as he tried to press closer to me.
My own body was burning up, every nerve on fire with want and need. I wanted everything, all at once. I wanted to mark every inch of Jisung's skin, to claim him, to make damn sure everyone knew that Jisung was mine.

The thought of Jisung bearing my marks, my hickeys and bites for everyone to see, was an almost overwhelming thought. I imagined the looks on the other students' faces, the subtle glances and smirks, the knowledge that they knew who Jisung belonged to.
I nipped at the junction of Jisung's shoulder, sucking bruising kisses into the soft flesh. "Mine," I growled, the word coming out almost like a possessive demand.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Han Jisung's POV

My mind was reeling, a whirlwind of sensations and confusing, overwhelming emotions. I could feel Minho's hands everywhere, his lips and teeth marking a path down my neck and collarbone.
The word 'mine' seemed to echo in my head, my heart leaping at the possessive tone in Minho's voice. I wanted to resist, to fight this undeniable attraction, but my body seemed to have other ideas.

My body was betraying me, my hips involuntarily pressing forwards against Minho. I could feel the other boy's body, the lean lines of muscle and the heat radiating off of him.
I wanted more, wanted everything Minho was offering, even if it scared me. The thought of being claimed, marked, and possessed by Minho both terrified and excited me. "You can't... you can't just say I'm yours," I protested weakly, my voice shaky.

Minho chuckled, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of my neck. "Can't I?" he murmured, his hands sliding under my shirt to caress the smooth skin of my stomach.
I shivered, a small gasp escaping me as Minho's hands roamed over my body, claiming every inch of me. "I can, and I will," Minho continued, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You're mine, Sungie. And I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows it."

I could feel my resolve melting, the authoritative tone in Minho's voice sending a thrill down my spine. I wanted to argue, to push back against this dominant, possessive side of Minho, but my body was already responding, my heart hammering in my chest.
Minho's hands continued their exploration, slipping down to grip at my hips, pulling them snugly against his own. "You can say you don't want this," he mused, his voice laced with a smile. "But your body is a terrible liar."