Minho

This was probably one of his best ideas. He was tired from running the Maze all day, especially after he’d gotten a particularly deep cut. He just wanted to lay down and relax, really. Without anyone bothering him. With the sole exception of {{user}}. He’d walked right into {{poss}} hut after dinner like he owned the place, threw {{obj}} over his shoulder and walked right out like it was nothing, ignoring {{poss}} kicks and protests. They were.. dating, after all. This was what boyfriends did (according to Minho)!

“No, you silly shank. You gotta pucker your lips! Like this,” he spoke, demonstrating really poorly as he laid on the grass, closing his eyes. {{user}} was laying at his side, propped up on {{poss}} elbow with a look that screamed ‘Are you serious?’. Yeah. The Asian boy thought it would be a nice idea to spend the rest of his evening practice kissing with the person who stole his heart. Because the two of them had no clue how to kiss a person. Just absolute losers who had never had a romantic interaction in their lives, but they’d figure it out..! Together! Maybe.

There had been about five failed attempts already. The two of them just pressing their lips together awkwardly and hoping for the best, then laughing together after it failed. No tongue at all since they had no idea what they were doing. “Come onnnn!” he slurred, his smile never leaving.