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Sometimes the dorms were way too chaotic for some of the members’ likeness. Sometimes two of them just decided to have a random argument over who ate the last piece bread (even if there was a whole new loaf of bread inside the pantry) successfully waking up the rest of the dorm.
Chan was usually in charge of stopping the stupid arguments if it was early in the morning, but after 12pm he decided to let them stop by themselves or until someone else was willing to put an end to the screams.
Thankfully, most of their disputes were harmless and just a big joke… just like this time.
If you ask them, nobody will be able to answer when it started, but one day they only decided to make a competition over who had the most moles on the group. It was a fun competition at first. It ended up with the group counting their most noticeable moles; on their arms, legs, faces and necks. Until…
“This is unfair!” Hyunjin complained when Minho successfully achieved a bigger number of moles than him “I’m pretty sure I have a lot of moles on the rest of my body!”
“Why don’t you strip and count them with us then” Minho jokingly suggested with a smug face, crossing his arms with pride after winning something so unimportant as that competition.
Hyunjin looked at him annoyed, so Minho actually thought he would let that slide and accept that he lost, but seeing Hyunjin actually annoyed, Jeongin decided to add fuel to the fire.
“What if we assign some judges to count the moles on the rest of your bodies and…” The disbelief on the members’ faces distracted him a little “Well, I mean, who doesn’t like a fair competition?”
“We’re talking about moles” Changbin chimed in “It’s not that serious.”
“I like the idea” Hyunjin looked appeased “Who’s in?”
It was late, they were in front of an almost silenced television, not too tired and just letting time pass by with each other’s company; so, everyone except Chan raised their hands.
“I thought that it was not that serious” Felix, who was sitting by Changbin’s side, mocked him a little with a shoulder bump.
“I won’t lose by default.”
“You’re ridiculous” Chan laughed, slowly raising his hand too “But I’m in, are we getting a prize if we win?”
“A hug and a kiss” Seungmin said “What else would we be getting for having the most moles in the group?”
“I’m thinking 20.000 won” Minho grabbed the attention of everyone in the room.
“That’s too much” Seungmin replied “10.000 won.”
“That’s fine by me” Jisung said, slowly putting his hand down “But then someone should be the judge…”
After thinking about it for almost half an hour, they decided to count them by dividing them on pairs. They promised to be fair and just… have fun?
It was quite the weird activity, but it’s stray kids we’re talking about; weird is their natural state.
To make the “game” less scuffed, they put their names on little pieces of paper and divided the pairs by letting each person grab a name inside a plastic bag they found around. They went in reversed age order and by the time Jisung grabbed the bag, the pairs were already decided.
Jeongin paired up with Hyunjin and got a few suspicious looks since he defended the older and made up an entire new challenge to find a way to make him win; but since there was money on the table now, Seungmin just picked next without hesitation.
Seungmin got Changbin, only after accidentally grabbing his own name and telling them that “well, it’s destiny”; but then Chan just grabbed his piece of paper, put it aside and got another one for him.
Felix gave it a little dramatic effect, grabbing a few papers, not looking the names on them, putting them in the bag again and finally after three whole acts, he read out loud “Chan” and laughed.
Jisung just looked at Minho when Felix gave him the bag. Either way, he was the last option, so they were paired up by default.
He wanted to disappear the moment Minho winked at him, and he felt his cheeks heating up a little.
So that’s how they got there: inside Minho’s room, both having a colored sharpie on their hands and two pieces of paper that were messily ripped from a notebook.
“It’s literally vanishing, it doesn’t count” Jisung argued, kneeling in front of a sitting Minho who was waiting for him to mark the little mole on his nose “You’re going to need a microscope to see it.”
“Not if you mark it” Minho raised his eyebrow “So go ahead and do it, I also need to count your moles.”
“I insist, it’s too tiny!”
“Chan already said it counted” Minho rolled his eyes “Come on, go ahead.”
Unsure, Jisung still marked the mole with the blue colored sharpie, the thick smell of alcohol flooding his nostrils for a moment and making him wink his eye in discomfort, also because of the weird texture of the marker.
“Take you shirt off” Jisung demanded, grabbing the piece of paper, and writing a small number one on it.
Minho just complied with everything Jisung told him, and even if the younger male was obviously flustered by the time he was searching around Minho’s thighs, the older seemed totally unaffected by his actions, so Jisung just kept going until…
“I also have one below” Jisung heard him say while he wrote a number eleven on the paper, blinking twice before looking at him in the eye “But you’re probably not going to look so you’re gonna have to trust me.”
Jisung was speechless, totally offended by the way Minho looked at him. Judging by his expression, he probably was trying to tease him, so Jisung just ignored him and grabbed one of his ankles to finally finish counting moles on the older’s body.
“Don’t ignore meee” Minho pouted “I’m saying the truth.”
“We’re talking about money, I’m not going to blindly believe that you have a mole on your dick or something” Right under Minho’s right ankle, there was a small mole too, so he marked it up and took note of it “So no, I won’t believe you.”
“You can look if you want.”
Jisung kept ignoring him, not only because a part of him was totally convinced that he was just messing with him, but because the thought of taking Minho’s shorts off was really NOT good for his sanity.
After finding a total of another three normally visible moles and getting a count of fifteen, Jisung just sighed and put the paper aside.
“What about the other mole?”
“Minho, for God’s sake, I won’t count a mole I can’t see. You could be lying to me.”
“I’m not, it’s just right below the elastic of my shorts” Minho rearranged his legs to end up in a position in which Jisung was right in the middle of them, then slid his index finger slowly behind the elastic to begin lowering them and…
“Stop!”
Jisung was beyond flustered. Minho just looked like he came out of a video not really targeted towards children, and since he was kind of trapped in between his legs, the younger felt like he was about to combust.
“I’m being serious, it’s here…”
Minho kept lowering the elastic until his v-line was a hundred percent visible and… oh…
“There it is.”
Jisung must admit that even seeing the mole right in front of him, he still felt like it was some kind of twisted move when staring at the full picture of Minho’s pose.
“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to mark it?”
While Minho kept his finger holding the elastic down, Jisung just grabbed the piece of paper and wrote “sixteen” with shaky fingers, almost dropping the sharpie twice because of it. God, he was so embarrassed.
“I meant here” With his other hand, Minho pointed at the mole.
“I’m not going that close to your…”
The fact that he couldn’t say it now made him want to curse even harder than before.
But he still got closer.
He didn’t know why.
Well… to be honest he actually did know. He just liked Minho a lot and would hate himself for the rest of eternity if he made himself a fool in front of him.
“Come on, don’t be a chicken, dicks don’t bite.” Jisung was already almost marking the mole with the sharpie, but at the moment he heard Minho say that he took a ‘step’ back “And even if they did, you can’t see it anyway.”
Jisung sighed hard, holding his breath before technically just stabbing the sharpie mark on top of the mole and finally making some distance between them.
The sound of the elastic hitting Minho’s skin when he moved his finger away hammered inside Jisung’s ears and left an echo that only he heard.
Jisung felt safe for a moment, his feelings slowly vanishing away and the blush on his cheeks disappearing.
But then Minho grabbed his own red sharpie and approached his face in a way he could only categorize as dangerous.
Their faces were barely centimeters away when Minho drew a red dot in front of Jisung’s cheek mole. The heat on that part of his face immediately came back, and with their little distance, he was convinced that the other noticed.
And his sweet laugh only made him totally sure of it.
“Why’re you so nervous, Hanji?” His tone lowered an octave, sending a chill down Jisung’s spine as he felt his breath hit the cheek he marked.
“I- ah…” He felt pathetic when he couldn’t mutter a single word, Minho’s insistent cat-like eyes totally focused on him making him feel small “I’m not… nervous, it’s just your imagination.”
“Oh, is it?” Minho tilted his head a little, backing up a little to look at Jisung’s cute, flustered face “Are you aware that the red of your cheeks is swallowing the sharpie’s color?”
“For real?” He looked scandalized, touching his face in panic immediately in an attempt to cover himself.
“You’re cute.”
Jisung was aware of how fond Minho’s eyes were when they were staring directly at him, but right now that look was only making him feel exposed. After discovering his crush on the older male, he constantly had to convince his brain that the way he looked at him was not an indication of Minho feeling the same about Jisung.
But right now, the tension felt overwhelming, and Jisung’s heart was beating faster than he has ever experienced before. His brain could not be fooled into believing that Minho didn’t want to kiss him in that exact moment.
Until he pulled away and cleared his throat, grabbing the almost forgotten piece of paper and writing (probably) a number one to count the first mole.
Jisung felt quite disappointed when that closeness actually didn’t end up with them kissing.
Minho began counting Jisung’s moles on his arms, totally unaffected by their previous actions and very focused on getting the count right. The younger was getting his thoughts back together since Minho’s touch wasn’t actually something alien to him; he could get used to his fingertips grazing his skin (even if he was quite sensitive) for a while only to get this challenge done as fast as possible.
But Minho had other plans when he sneaked his hand under Jisung’s shirt without a warning, making him gasp and tremble pathetically.
“Minho!?” He exclaimed “Warn me first!”
The older only smirked, flustering Jisung again.
He might be a bit dumb sometimes, but Jisung was convinced Minho’s actions were hinting something else.
And he wouldn’t be the only player much longer, deciding to grab Minho’s wrist and stop him before he could take his shirt off.
“You’re teasing me” Jisung mumbled “If you want to kiss me or something please just do it now.”
Minho looked him in the eye, paralyzed after hearing his words, but definitely not surprised. He actually looked relieved after he spoke.
“Thought you’d never say it.”
Minho didn’t remove his hand from Jisung’s stomach before getting closer to his face and finally deciding to kiss him.
The kiss began slow, sweet, and weirdly intoxicating for both of them. They had been suppressing their own feelings for so long that having each other’s lips pressing against their own just felt right.
Minho caressed Jisung’s skin, making him tremble easily again, something that worked as a distraction when the older male used his free hand to push the other one gently onto the bed.
Jisung broke the kiss the moment his back crashed against Minho’s sheets. It felt… too real at that moment.
“So you were really trying to rile me up” Jisung concluded, holding up his own weight against his forearms and standing up just a little to face Minho “That’s not nice.”
“It’s fun,” Minho confessed “Your red face is cute.”
If he wanted to see Jisung flustered and red again, he accomplished it the moment he started to go down on Jisung’s torso and, also without a warning, he got his shirt off as quickly as he could.
Jisung only managed to whimper, letting the older touch his warm skin to his liking and…
And then he marked a mole.
Jisung didn’t even register it at first when the marker touched his skin for a second, and left a red dot in front of a mole he wasn’t even aware that he had.
Minho grabbed the piece of paper almost forgotten by his side, making Jisung feel ridiculously naked when he noticed the position he was in.
“Min…”
“Uhm?”
Jisung’s pupils were blown wide. Minho noticed, but the enjoyment he found in teasing the younger just got the worst out of him.
“What do you want, princess?”
The pet name went straight to Jisung’s already filling dick. He had already told everyone that he liked being called a princess, but hearing it from Minho’s mouth at a moment like that one almost made him moan.
“Please… touch me” He mumbled, ashamed of his broken voice, looking away from Minho’s gaze.
Minho put the cap back on the marker (taking his time, of course, he was busy staring at Jisung anyway) and left the piece of paper on the bed, instantly forgetting about it the moment he approached Jisung.
“Fine, princess” Minho muttered “I’ll touch you.”
It wasn’t a fake promise. Minho hovered over him and alongside his lips, the hand that wasn’t keeping his weight on top of Jisung began touching the younger’s neck. It was almost a phantom touch, enough to have him going crazy, but not even near enough to please him.
Minho found pleasure in playing with him, but at some point it was too much… especially when he started leaving hickeys all around his neck while his free hand found its way towards his torso.
“Hyung, hyung…” Jisung moaned, his voice almost depicting pain and making the older stop immediately in worry “Wait… too much.”
“We don’t have to do anything if it’s bothering you, Jisungie” Despite his initial wishes of teasing the boy, he got his hands off him.
“Didn’t say that,” Jisung breathed deeply, looking at Minho in the eye now, trembling a little less “Just, wait a little...”
“I get it, you want a kiss so you calm down?”
It probably wouldn’t be that helpful, but Jisung still nodded and let himself be lost in the sensation when there were no hands touching him all over.
And contrary to his own belief, it actually helped a lot, feeling a little more desperate than before the moment Minho pulled away and made a silent question when their eyes locked again.
Jisung nodded, now Minho’s touch was more straightforward, rubbing his sweet spots all over his skin, spots not even Jisung knew he had until the older’s lips grazed over them.
It was quite nice, his hands felt more as if they were worshiping.
The occasional teasing was still present, especially the moment Minho finally reached Jisung’s bottoms. Once again, he got hyper aware of the situation when Minho didn’t even hesitate a moment to get him out of his clothes.
Now naked, his first instinct was to cover himself with his hands, but they were grabbed in the middle of the action by Minho’s strong hands and, taking advantage of it, placed them on top of Jisung’s head, crossed by the wrists.
“Keep them there for me, pretty” His voice got deeper than Jisung thought it would be even capable of.
When he stopped grabbing his wrists, Jisung obediently kept them in the same position.
“Good boy.”
And he wasn’t even aware that praises made his dick twitch.
If Minho noticed, he didn’t say anything. Thankfully, because Jisung wouldn’t be able to survive much longer if he knew the older one was aware of something like that.
Jisung began having problems with the placement of his hands when Minho finally wrapped a hand around his cock and the reaction it got out of him was fucking embarrassing. He did it slowly at first, his expression looking puzzled as if he had an idea in mind and was second guessing it.
“What…?” Jisung asked, questioning Minho’s expression, but also questioning his slow pace.
“Nothing, just wondering how dirty do you like it” Jisung tilted his head in confusion “Y’know, do you mind spit?”
“Not really…”
“Probably should have imagined it.”
Minho spat on his hand before touching Jisung’s dick again. At least it offered a smoother slide for a moment, until the precome the tip leaked also helped.
It was silent around the dorm. It was weird, but by now neither of them even noticed until Minho’s movements were audible (and in a filthy way).
Jisung couldn’t guess if the moan that slipped his lips was a product of the dirty sounds their skin made, or if it was solely because of Minho’s hand.
Still, he kept letting some low volume whimpers and moans slip. Against what Minho thought of him, Jisung was almost silent during the session.
It was surprising when the only thing that let Minho know he was close to cumming was that his breathing became rather erratic and he closed his eyes.
“Are you close, pretty?” Minho muttered under his breath, admiring Jisung’s reactions way more than he felt was appropriate.
“Yes… m’close” He managed to talk.
And he felt like dying when Minho speeded up his hand, the wet sounds becoming even more apparent and audible. For the first time after minutes, Jisung moaned rather loudly, arching his back when Minho flicked his wrist just the right way.
“Minho…” He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but his heart sank and his dick filled up even more after hearing the younger call him between pants “Minho, please let me come…”
“Go ahead, princess.”
It was almost embarrassing when he came after hearing the pet name again, white painting Minho’s fist and Jisung’s stomach. He didn’t even release a sound, just letting his mouth fall agape and violently grabbing the sheets beneath himself.
Minho let a wild idea get the worse out of him again, again asking a question.
“Do you mind cleaning this up?” Minho showed him his own open hand, Jisung still being mostly blissfully unaware of his surroundings after his orgasm.
“A second… I’ll grab… a tissue and…”
“That’s not what I meant” Minho placed his hand in front of Jisung’s face “Do I have to say it?”
No. No he didn’t.
Jisung licked his hand clean, his mind still fuzzy. In other circumstances, he probably would have thought a little more about it… He still already knew he didn’t dislike the taste of cum from other experiences.
It was Minho’s turn to have his pupils blown wide while Jisung had his tongue wandering around his hand. He couldn’t wait to…
“Minho! We’ve been waiting for you two for almost half an hour now! What’s taking so long?” Never mind, both had to stop their activities.
Jisung got clarity on his brain almost immediately, looking terrified at the door when he heard Seungmin’s voice.
Minho cleared his throat, trying to get up on the bed a little before talking.
“Jisung took a lot of time counting!” He replied, taking the piece of paper with his clean hand in an effort to convince himself he was almost done with the counting.
It wasn’t the case, obviously.
“Be quick! Hyunjin it’s getting impatient!”
Seungmin left without opening the door, quite a blessing for the couple (but also for Seungmin’s eyes).
“Looks like we’ll have to finish this another time.”
Jisung almost died the moment Minho said that.
“Yeah… another time.”
Thankfully, Jisung’s naked body made the mole counting easier and quicker. Does that mean that he wasn’t flustered when, after cleaning him up, Minho just resumed his work as if nothing happened? No, definitely not.
He was probably even more nervous than before, his face reddening everytime Minho got closer to his dick or ass. It was way too distracting and mortifying for someone that only managed to get eleven moles.
“Eleven!?”
Jisung’s complain was louder than everyone anticipated. Minho announced the number when both of them were at their living room again, laughing silently when he noticed his annoyed face.
“You’re last place, who would’ve guessed” Hyunjin jokingly said “I still love you, loser.”
“You’re acting as if you had already won, we still don’t know the number of Felix’s and Seungmin’s moles” Minho raised an eyebrow.
“Since freckles don’t count, I’m pretty sure twenty two is a solid first place” Hyunjin celebrated again, but then…
“Felix actually got twenty five.”
The winning place was for Felix, even after Hyunjin’s attempts to claim the place of the person with the most moles in Stray Kids-
And even if that was the objective, the entire group was thrilled to know that Seungmin was actually in last place with only ten moles.
“Your soulmate didn’t kiss you enough in your last life, Minnie” Jisung teased, happier after knowing he wasn't in last place “Do you want me to make it up for you?”
And even if his jokester nature was something all of them were used to, Minho looked more annoyed than usual when Jisung actually managed to give Seungmin a kiss on the cheek.
“Maybe you should stop kissing Seungmin and should redirect your attention to the person that obviously didn’t leave like three hickeys on your neck.”
Jeongin’s words just made them quieter than what they thought was possible for the group.
Minho froze in place, Jisung did too.
“I thought we silently decided to ignore that” Felix looked confused.
Well, at the end of the day, they would need to talk later anyway.