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Jisung stands at Felix's vanity, putting on the final touches of his makeup, while Felix tries on his sixth outfit of the night. He's wearing a skin-tight black singlet with a chest hole and black fishnet armwarmers, paired with blue denim mini shorts, and has been glammed up with silver jewelry and a studded belt.
"Ok, how does this one look? Is it giving happy 20th birthday, baby?"
Jisung looks up at Felix through the mirror as he applies his cherry lip gloss, rolling his eyes. He loves Felix, but god, he's so fucking indecisive.
"Lix, they've all looked hot and birthday vibes. Why are you even overthinking this? You and Hyunjin have been dating since grade 10. You know him, and Chan will fuck you tonight, no matter what."
Felix lets out a giggle, happy with Jisung's feedback, he skips over to the mirror, snapping a selfie of themselves and sending it to tease Hyunjin and Chan. "bleh, I hate gay people. When do I get two boyfriends who can fuck me dumb and lick the ground I walk on?"
Jisung walks over to the full-length mirror in the corner, looking at himself. "Lixie? Do I look fuckable? I really wanna, I don't know, I at least wanna make out with someone tonight."
He stands there hicking up his skirt and adjusting his top, pulling it off his shoulder a little more. He starts anxiously picking at his sparkly star tights as he examines himself.
"No, no, no, honey, don't go getting anxious on me, you look so pretty all the guys will be begging to fuck you." Jisung nods.
Felix is right, he's so hot he will make all the guys cum in their pants. They both confidently strut to the door, Felix putting on his white combat boots while Jisung puts on his black ones before walking out and getting in their Uber.
Once the boys arrive at the party, Felix is swept up by Chan and Hyunjin, who basically slobber all over him like dogs. Jisung watches for a moment before realising that Felix will not be his wingman tonight, and decides to go into the party alone
His goal: Get Fucked.
It should be easy enough. Jisung walks around the party trying to scope out someone worthy of his pussy. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of soju out of the fridge that Chan got for him. he takes a sip. He turns around, bumping into a taller, well-built man. He gets his bearings before looking up, and 'oh fucking hell, really,' Jisung thinks as he sees a cocky Lee Minho standing there with a stupid grin on his face.
"Watch where you're going, small fry, I almost squashed you." Minho and his gaggle of assholes laugh at the cheap high school insult thrown at Jisung.
"Whoa, it's sooo impressive how your brain hasn't grown since high school, you'd think you would have had some character development by now." he shoves through the group of frat boys. He giggles a little as he feels some of their eyes on his ass 'pathetic'
He soon finds Felix, Chan, and Hyunjin sitting on a couch and runs up to them, "Why did none of you fucks tell me that Minho and his frat cunts were gonna be here?"
The three of them exchange a guilty look before Hyunjin takes one for the team and explains, "ok, so.... I'm kinda sorta integrating Minho into the friend group...." Jisung smacks Hyunjin upside the head.
"Hyunjin, what the fuck is wrong with you? Have you forgotten the shit he did to me in high school? Actually, did you forget the stuff he did to Felix YOUR BOYFRIEND??"
Jisung storms off, going outside to get some air...and smoke a joint and drink, you get the point, Jisung couldn't wrap his head around why Hyunjin would befriend Minho and why Felix would forgive him for all the shit Minho did to them in high school
Jisung grabs a little bag of weed with a pre-rolled joint inside. He puts it between his lips, lights it, takes a deep drag, lets the hot smoke fill his lungs, then blows it out, watching it curl around him like a calming ghost kissing his cheeks. He feels a soft tap on his shoulder and turns to see Felix holding two bottles of soju. He stands bow-legged and guilty.
“Ji-ji, can we talk? Sorry, I didn't tell you Minho was gonna be here.”
Jisung gestures for Felix to sit down with him. he grabs one of the bottles out of Felix's hand, taking a swig, “It's ok, Lix……Sorry, I um slapped Hyunjin.” They both let out a hearty laugh, giving each other a small hug. Felix takes the joint from Jisung's hand as he listens to Jisung.
“I just– I don't understand how you guys could just forgive him. Lixie, He beat you up and put you in a dumpster for wearing eyeliner to school, and all the shit he did to me…. It's hard for me to get past it.”
Felix gives him a sympathetic hug, and he understands where Jisung is coming from. “I know, Ji, but Jinnie and I have talked to him a lot; he's in our dance troop, and he apologizes to me, but that doesn't mean you have to forgive him.”
They continue to talk and drink until the party is basically over, except for their friend group. Chan yells from the front door, music blasting behind him, “GUYS WE’RE PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE!!!”
They all sit in a small circle. Changbin and Seungmin are making out on the couch, and Felix just gave Chan a very drunk lap dance; everybody is laughing except Minho and Jisung, who are angrily eyeing each other, looking like they want to maul each other.
“Who's next?” Chan says, giggling into Felix's neck at this point, Jisung has lost all interest. He's too high and too drunk; he stares down at his nails, picking at the black polish.
“Minho’s next!” Jeongin drunkenly yells across the room, “Minnie minnie moo~ I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with Jisung.” Jisung's head shoots up with a disgusted look on his face, rolling his eyes. Minho's not much better; he physically recoils, fake gagging slightly,
“Are you fucking kidding me, I'd rather eat glass.”
Minho notices the smirk on Hyunjin's face fuckin assholes probably creaming his pants, he loves this shit, he glanced at Jisung, who's sitting in a ball in his pretty skirt, Minho's never really paid attention to the younger boy, but shit, he's so pretty. Jisung stares him down, letting out a pissed-off sigh.
“fucking hell, let's get this over with,” Minho grumbles out.
Jisung stands up, his skirt swishing a little, walking over to the closet, kicking Minho's drink in the process, “heh, oops.” The drink spills all over Minho's white shirt, soaking through the fabric, sticking to his skin, “you little shi–” he’s cut off quickly by the other loud laughter. Minho grabs Jisung by the wrist, shoving him into the closet and slamming the door behind him.
“Happy now?” He growls once they're inside. The space is a lot smaller than he realised, the whole space filling with the dizzying scent of Jisung's perfume and Minho's cologne. “Oh yeah, soo happy.” They stand in silence for a minute till Jisung gets bored and decides he wants to mess with Minho a little; a deep, bratty instinct rises in his chest. One of Jisung's hobbies is fucking with straight guys; he plays with them like a kitten with a string. He looks up at Minho with his best doe eyes, with a dangerous pout,
“Wow, Min, I've never noticed how tall you are, and you've gotten so built after high school~.”
Minho falters for a moment; he can't help but notice how cute Jisung looks right now. The way his long lashes flutter when he blinks, the pout on his pretty pink lips, and the way his eyes look up at him so innocently. He feels his heart beat faster the more he looks into those pretty eyes.
He pushes his thoughts down, reminding himself he hates Jisung, plus he can feel how drunk they both are right now. He crosses his arms, looking down at the smaller coughing akwadly
“yeah i-i lift weights…things like that.” Jisung can barely contain the smirk, trying to crawl into his lips when he sees Minho's pissy attitude slipping as Jisung strokes his ego,
“mmh~ I can see that, you must be so strong..I bet you could bench press me,” he reaches out, feeling up Minho's bicep, biting his bottom lip. Minho tries to push down the unfamiliar feeling burning in his lower stomach, but it doesn't work very well. His brain screams bad idea, but his hand is already on Jisung's waist, pulling him closer.
“I could throw you around easily, what are you like 5’5”
Sometimes Jisung can't believe how easy men are. All you have to do is complement them just right, and they fucking melt. He blinks slowly and innocently, “I'm 5’3, well 5’3 and a half, almost 5’4 though.” he runs his hand lightly over Minho's abs before backing away, giggling
“fuck you're so well built compared to me…my waist is so little, and you're so big.” he brushes his hand along Minho’s waistband to drive home his point.
Minho chokes on his own spit, feeling Jisung's hands on him. He hates how flustered he's getting over a few compliments. He tries to ignore the images that flood his head when Jisung points out their size difference, but he can't stop staring at the boy, his big eyes, his pretty lips, god, his fucking body— holy shit, what's happening? This is Jisung, the homo freak.
Minho is not gay. Why the fuck does he want to kiss him so bad? Minho's brain is short-circuiting. How can someone he hates so much make him feel this….good? He looks like a little angel, but it's messing with his head. His eyes keep falling to his lips, they look so soft, like they taste like cherry.
“Hehe….what? Do I have something on my face?” he steps closer, licking his lips, with gentle doe eyes staring up at him, desperate to see Minho crumble for him. “You keep looking at my lips.”
Minho's eyes are locked on Jisung's lips as the younger's tongue flicks out slowly, a seemingly innocent act that Minho can only see through lust-covered lenses. He feels like he can't breathe, he can't think straight, he takes a step forward, bringing his hand up using his thumb to gently pull jisungs bottom lip.
“No, I just…. I'm just wondering if they’re as soft as they look.”
Jisung can't even tell if he's still playing; something swirls in his lower stomach and in between his legs. He knows Minho is attractive; it's one of the things that makes him so insufferable. But he likes to tease, so he doesn't give in to what his body wishes he did.
“It's cherry lip gloss, it tastes better than it looks.”
They’ve barely got a minute left, one minute to make Minho fall, make him beg to taste him. Minho was close to kissing him. He could smell the lip gloss. Jisung let out a soft hum as he felt Minho's grip tighten on his waist. The sound snapped Minho out of what he was doing. He let go of Jisung, like touching him burned he was panting like he was holding his breath. He hated Jisung, and he wasn't gay. His head was spinning; he couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or his feelings. Either way, he hated it.
The door soon swings open before Minho can spiral anymore, while looking into Jisung's eyes. The group crowds around the door, laughing as they see a very proud Jisung and a deeply flustered Minho. Chan is the first to speak, “Well damn, thank god they didn't kill each other.”
Jisung walks out of the closet without ever glancing at Minho. As he stood frozen in the doorway, he let out a bratty giggle, walking over to Felix.
“Lixie!! Do you wanna come smoke with me~?”
Minho stands, letting out a shaky breath, trying to collect himself. He feels confused, angry, and a feeling he's too scared to look at. He can’t get the image of Jisung's soft lip and stupidly big eyes. Chan gives him a knowing look, a sly smile on his lips; he can tell what happened in that closet.
In the meantime, Jisung is outside with Felix, sitting on the curb. Jisung lights the joint, takes a hit, and passes it over to him. “Sooo….why did Minho look so flustered when you walked out?”
He grins, smoke blowing out of his mouth, as he nudges Jisung playfully. Jisung takes the joint back from Felix with a shocked look on his face as he blows out the smoke, letting it curl around them.
“What? Oh my god, Lix, nothing happened, I just messed with him a little, he’s so easy to crack.”
Felix laughs, shaking his head, “Oh please, don't act like I didn't see that look in your eyes back there, we all know how you get when you want something.” He has a knowing smile on his face. He's seen Jisung work his ‘magic’ on guys so many times, he knows something happened in that closet.
“Well….ugh, I don’t know man, I was just fucking with him and just trying to humiliate him, but Lix, he's kinda cute…. don't get me wrong, I hate him so much, but he is cute.”
He blows out rings of smoke with a dumb giggle, remembering Minho's stupid fucking face. Felix laughs. Jisung is far too predictable. He loves fucking asshole and straight boys. “You're so hopeless, you know that? I mean, yes, Minho is cute, but it's Minho you think he's the king of douchesbags.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know… It's like he's cute in a ‘I wanna edge him till he cries’ kinda cute, you know.” He can definitely feel the weed hitting him; he feels like he maybe didn't need this last joint, he can feel his brain buzzing, he isn't thinking properly anymore, and he misses Minhos' cologne.
Felix chokes on smoke, eyes widening at Jisung's words, “OH MY GOD JISUNG–.” he wheezes through laughter, slapping Jisung's arm. “Just admit it already, you want to fuck him~~.”
The front door swings open, and Minho storms over to the boys, looking hostile and a little flustered. He glances at Felix before zoning in on Jisung. He matches closer, standing in front of Jisung, hands balled into fists.
“Can I have a word with you alone?” his eyes never leave Jisung, completely ignoring Felix.
Jisung laughs, blowing a ring of smoke toward Minho's face before standing up. “Hehe, sure, what up?” Felix laughs, patting Minho and walking back to the house.
Minho growls in frustration as the smoke floods his senses. He hates Jisung, hates the way he laughs, and the way it makes him feel. He waits for Felix to be out of sight before grabbing Jisung’s wrist and pulling him around the side of the house, where they can't be seen.
“What was all that shit in the closet, huh?!” his grip tightens on the younger boy's arm, shoving him into the wall.
“Shh first.”
Jisung slips the last bit of his joint into his mouth. “Inhale for me…you need to relax a little.” Jisung waits for Minho to take a breath, smiling when he sees the end of the joint glow burnt orange between them.
Minho groans, feeling the joint burn his lips and smoke fill his lungs, and feels his body relax. “Satisfied?” he says with the joint still hanging from his lips. Jisung plucks it out of his mouth, taking a long drag, blowing a ring around once more, “very satisfied.”
Minho's eyes follow the smoke as it surrounds him. He finds watching Jisung smoke beautiful. “You're infuriating, you know that?”
As he looks at the shorter, his hands now gripping his waist, feeling his anger fading into something else that makes him feel sick. Jisung raises an eyebrow, grabbing Minho by the collar.
“If I'm so fucking annoying, why don't you go back inside, huh? No one's forcing you to be out here with me.”
“You're so stubborn.”
Minho's jaw clenches as he looks down at Jisung. He has no right to look so good while being such a pain in his ass. “Trust me, I'd rather be anywhere but here with you. But I just want to know what the hell you were trying to do with me in there.”
The grip he has on Jisung’s waist tightens, making Jisung smile. Makes Minho want to punch him. “Jog my memory…what did I do?”
He leans up, brushing his nose against Minho's, biting his lip. He's clearly more intoxicated than Minho, showing a gross display of desperation like a cat knowing it will get what it wants if it meows loud enough. Jisung giggles at the feeling of Minho's large hands on his exposed waist, fingers digging into his skin like an overripe peach bruising it gently.
“Don't act innocent, you know exactly what you did.”
Minho's eyes follow Jisung's movements. The look in his eyes makes him want to vomit, “You think you're so damn sly, don't you? All innocent with that little pout and these fucking doe eyes.”
Jisung looks up at Minho, his eyes glazed over from the high, a pretty smirk on his lips, taking one last long drag of his joint before putting it out on the wall behind him, dropping it on the floor. “Mmh~ you seem so mad, it's cute…….if I didn't hate you I might fuck you.”
The smoke blows out of his lips as he talks, taking Minho's hand off his hip, pressing it against Minho's own crotch, laughing. “Oh? Maybe you don't hate me as much as I thought you did.”
Minhos's breath hitches when he feels jsiung pressing his hand into himself, the realization hitting him like a truck. He was so turned on right now he can't even think straight anymore, his stomach turns, he can hear the voice in his head telling him he was disgusting, a failure, but when he looks into those eyes again, he snaps.
“Fuck you.”
He growls before violently grabbing the back of Jisung's neck, pulling him into a rough kiss, forcing Jisung to feel every bit of pent-up frustration in one go. He can taste the cherry gloss on Jisung's lip and the bitter dryness of the weed still sitting on his tongue, but he doesn't care; he just wants more.
“I can't stand you.”
He hisses between the kiss, his hand going down to Jisung’s hips, gripping it so tightly, hoping it will bruise later. Jisung moans, his mind fuzzy from the weed and the intense feeling of Minho against him. His hands tangle in Minho's hair, pulling at it roughly.
“You're such a fucking asshole.” He mumbles into the kiss, loving the feeling of Minho's fingers digging into his hips, pulling him closer. Minho lets out a low moan as Jisung pulls at his hair. He's getting more and more worked up as they kiss. He wants to hate this; he was supposed to hate this. Why did Jisung make him feel good?
“You're the one who's always desperate for attention…always trying to get a rise out of me.” his hands slid down to Jisung's thighs, picking him up, pushing him hard against the wall.
Jisung doesn't know when or how they got on the ground, far too lost in feeling his thighs wrapped minhos hips, big hands running all over his exposed thighs, flipping up his skirt, his hands run under Minho's shirt, feeling his soft abs under his fingers.
“Fuck I hate how good this feels.”
Minho's whole body is on fire, and all he can focus on is the boy beneath him. His eyes roam all over Jisung's body, the skirt hiked up, his thick pale thighs, his shirt pushed up, showing off his bound chest. He is addicted to seeing the younger boy like this. Minho leans down to kiss Jisung's neck, leaving a trail of spit and hickeys on the soft skin. The moans and whimpers that come from Jisung are driving him insane.
“You're so beautiful…..it makes me want to hurt you.” he doesn't say that last part, he just moans and bites down hard on Jisung's neck, leaving angry teeth marks
“Shut up, please keep kissing me.”
Jisung lets Minho maul him, enjoying the way it hurts; he can feel his high getting in the way of all his reason, all he wants is Minho. “Fuck this feels so much better than it should.”
Minho chuckles against Jisung's skin before moving back up to capture his lips again, the kiss desperate and messy like animals. Minho feels disgusted with himself, but he can't stop the greed he feels for the boy's body. “You taste so good.”
He growls as he grinds down against Jisung's thigh. Jisung grinds up meeting Minho in the middle, feeling his wet pussy against his clothed cock
“I hate how good you make me feel.”
Minho moans, feeling Jisung's slick soak through his jeans, making his cock twitch. He loves feeling how turned on the younger boy is.
“Yeah, you hate it when I touch you like this? You want me to stop?”
He moves his hands down, ripping a hole in Jisung's tights before rubbing over Jisung's clothed clit, loving how he whimpers and arches into his touch. “Oh god~ fuck that feels so good please”
Minho whines as Jisung bites his neck. He loves that Jisung makes this feel like they're nothing but wild animals. A weak bunny being eaten by a frantic wolf.
“You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?”
He leans down to kiss Jisung's collarbone, biting down on it like he was trying to draw blood. He wanted to taste Jisung lick up the blood he caused to spill. Jisung lets out a whiny cry, feeling his teeth trying to pierce the skin, grinding up against Minho's fingers.
“Do you need me that badly, baby?”
“Fuck off, I dont need you, I want you."
Jisung spits out, he hates that he feels like he's losing a game between them, but he can't help it. Minhos is making him feel too good, his warm fingers touching his little dick through his panties, the way his teeth sink into his delicate skin, begging to rip him open and feed.
Felix heard a scream from inside. It sounded like Jisung. He runs outside, ready to pull a drunk, violent Minho off of Jisung Chan, and Hyunjin runs after him half-naked and drunk. “OH MY GOD…..babes JISUNG AND MIN ARE FUCKING IN THE FRONT YARD,” he yells, clutching his boyfriends as they watch.
Minho turns to look and sees the three boys staring at them. He freezes, snapping out of his pleasure-driven haze as he watches them run back into the house. “Oh shit shit shit”
He groans and sits back, looking at the damage he's done to Jisung's skin. His eyes widen when he notices the amount of hickeys and bites covering the younger's neck and collarbone. He takes his hands off Jisung like it hurts to touch him.
“We uh… we should go inside before they see us like this…”
“Whatever, guess I'll cum later, and here I thought Lee Minho was going to be the only man to ever make me cum.” he reaches into his pocket in his skirt, pulling out a cigarette, and he lights it, sucking in the burning smoke, blowing out a few rings as he still lies on the grass.
“You want some?” Minho glares at Jisung.
“Fuck off,” he says, reaching up to fix his hair. He hates that he can feel how messy Jisung made it. He stands up, wanting to get away from Jisung so he can stop feeling the shame well up inside. He wishes he had bitten Jisung's throat harder, watched him bleed out in his arms, his eyes wander over Jisung's body, his skirt still hiked up, and his legs still trembling.
“You'd better cover up your neck, I don't want them to see you like this.”
Jisung squeezes his thighs together, trying to relax the ache in his pussy. He takes another hit of the cigarette smoke spinning around him. He's so beautiful. “Why bother? They already know. Plus, I know marks look pretty on me.”
Minho sighs, he hates that he's right there's nothing he can do, he has been caught like a filthy wolf ripping the guts out of a small innocent creature covered in the desperate sweat dripping down his face, like sweet metallic blood.
“God, you're so bad for me,” he says, looking into Jisung's eyes as he mumbles, falling to his knees, pressing his face into Jisung's tummy, his fingers patting on his thighs. He licks up Jisung's stomach before reaching his face. He sees how glazed over his eyes are. “How high are you?”
He wants more Jisung looks so out of it, so pretty and vulnerable. Minho couldn't take his eyes off him.
“High enough to want to kiss you again.” Jisung giggles, propping himself up on his elbows before brushing his lips against Minho's. Minho looks down at the cigarette in between Jisung's fingers. He wants to put it out on his soft tummy, watch it burn him.
“You have the eyes of a sadist.” Jisung smiles, putting the cigarette out, pushing Minho off him. Minho moves, sitting cross-legged, letting Jisung lie down on his lap.
“Aftercare?”
Minho scoffs but still lets Jisung rest his head in his lap, his hands running through the younger's hair in a surprisingly soft and gentle motion. He feels bubbles up in his chest like vomit as he looks into Jisung's pretty eyes. He forces himself to look away, focusing on his neck, his hand moves down, thumb rubbing gently over the dark red and purple marks that scatter him.
“I did a number on your neck; you would look pretty bleeding,” he mutters to himself quietly, hands roaming all over the marks on his soft tan skin. Jisung's eyes light up instead of wincing in fear at this point; he doesn't care if Jisung is afraid or not because Minho is scared of himself, enough for both of them.
“If you think my neck's bad……you should see yours.”
Jisung jokes, letting his eyes flutter shut, the feeling of Minho's soothing hands trace patterns on his beaten skin, and he can't help but let out a soft, contented sigh. He's definitely too high still because all he can think about is how good it felt to be pinned down by Minho and his teeth sinking into his skin.
Minho can't stop touching him; he feels like he can feel Jisung's blood rushing under his flesh, soft and warm. “You're so……..” he feels his stomach turning, “so fucking pretty like this.”
He mumbles like he's ashamed to say it, and he roughly grabs Jisung's jaw, forcing his mouth to open. Minho traces along his teeth, cheeks, and tongue. He takes his fingers out, wiping the spit across Jisung's face. “I hate that I find you attractive.”
“Mm~ you think too much…just touch me instead of hating me just for tonight, you can hate me as much as you want in the morning.”
Jisung hums softly, pushing up against Minho, not sexually. His body and mind crave comfort, his brain buzzing, “It felt good when you were touching me, I liked it, maybe we should do that again sometime.”
Minho groans at Jisung's words, going straight to his dick. His mind flashes back to how it felt to have Jisung beneath him, so eager and desperate for touch, for him. “You're so clingy for someone who hates me.”
Minho grumbles, but his hand is already trailing down to Jisung's waist, finger slipping under his shirt. “Hmm, my brain is all fuzzy and needs someone…and you did this to me, so my brain is….Idon'tt know….it feels right to have you take care of me.”
He looks up at Minho with a smile. The feeling of his rough hands on soft skin soothes the post-intimacy buzzing that happens in his mind, making him feel safe.
"Maybe I’ll hate you more in the morning.”
Minho's expression softens at Jisung, his hand moves to cup the younger boy's face. He hates himself right now, but in the moment, it feels right.
“Maybe I'll hate you less tomorrow.”
He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jisung's forehead. Jsiung lets out a content hum, feeling the warmth of Minho's lips, making him float around in his head. He pulls Minho back down, kissing him gently. “You smell good.” His eyes are soft and shiny; he looks like a baby deer, pretty and delicate, his brain filled with flowers. All he can think of is Minho, Minho, Minho.
“You're high and drunk…you don't mean any of this.”
Minho kisses jisungs nose and cheeks, showering the younger in soft kisses. He feels a surge of protectiveness over Jisung, which makes him feel sick, but also makes him want to hold him and never let him go. “Come on, let's go inside. You're cold, I can feel you shaking.”
“No, because then… you'll stop touching me, walk me home…please.” Jisung crawls into Minho's lap, more lying across him, burying his face in Minho's neck, sniffing him, “M feel so dizzy.”
“God, you are so fucking needy,” Minho mumbles, annoyed, but he can't stop the small smile on his face at Jisung's clingy behavior. He likes the feeling of being needed by him, depending on him for comfort; it does things to his mind, makes him feel powerful. He wraps his arms around Jisung, standing them up slowly, letting Jisung rest on him.
“Ok, prince, where do you live? I'll walk you home.”
Jisung grabs his phone out of his pocket, trying to search for his address on maps, his eyes half closed, barely able to type a single thing. “Here, that's my house.”
He hands Minho the phone with nonsense typed into the Instagram search bar. Clearly too intoxicated to function. Minho sighs, snatching the phone from Jisung quickly pulling up maps and typing in his own address as he doesn't know where Jisung lives and…. Jisung doesn't seem to know either. He's going to have a long conversation with himself later about why the fuck he cares so much about the boy.
“Alright, Bambi, let's get you to bed.”
He adjusts his grip on Jisung and starts walking to his apartment, muttering under his breath about how ridiculous this whole situation is. Minho ends up having to give Jisung a piggyback the rest of the way, trying to keep him close and safe. The younger boy's head snuggles into his shoulder, fussing slightly.
“don't worry…I got you.”
He whispers to the sleeping boy on his back, finally reaching their destination—his own apartment building.
“You're lucky you're cute, or I would have left you to sleep alone in Chan's front yard.”
“Hmm?.... Min this- this isn't my house?” he looks down at Minho with a confused look before looking back at the building. “Are you kidnapping me?”
He giggles, licking an angry red mark on the back of Minho's neck. He would let Minho kidnap him. Minho lets out a low scoff. The feeling of Jisung's tongue on his neck sends a sharp shiver down his spine. He puts the younger boy down, walking into the lobby of the building.
“You're an idiot. I know this isn't your house, you're too high to even tell me your own address, so I took you to mine.”
Minho tries to ignore the way his heart skips when he hears Jisung giggle. He can feel the younger nuzzling against his neck, licking it over and over. This whole night is so shameful, letting himself indulge in his filthy desires, enjoying the feeling of his wet tongue licking over his wounds like a pathetic mutt. He grabs Jisung by the neck, shoving him off his neck, gripping him tightly, watching his eyes light up at the pain.
“Stop licking my fucking neck,” he said, roughly dragging him into an open elevator and pressing the button for his floor. He stands on the opposite side of the elevator from Jisung. He feels like an animal again, unable to control himself. He hated that Jisung made him feel this way. The elevator is long and slow. Minho lives on the 20th floor.
Jisung leans against the wall, eyeing Minho like a meal. He slowly walks over to Minho with a grin, a foul, greedy smirk on his face.
“It's just us in here, don't be shy, touch me.” He falls into Minho's body, pinning his body wall as he sloppily kisses, his hands running all over his body. Minho moans the sound low deep in his chest, his hands automatically find their way to Jisung's hips—this was becoming a bad habit. “The doors could open at any moment,” he protests, trying to stop the younger boy.
“God, why do you never shut up? I'm so fucking horny. Fine, whatever, I remember why I hate you….”
Those big, stupid, brown eyes should be illegal. Minho shoves Jisung off of him, watching Jisung's expression change into the face of a kicked puppy begging for his attention, but Minho doesn't want to give him what he wants. Minho chuckles. Jisung looks so pathetic when he pouts. He cracks inside, yanking Jisung by his waist, pinning him back against his chest, wrapping his hand around his throat.
“Tough luck, you don’t get to act all clingy and then act like a bitch when Idon'tt want to fuck you in the elevator.”
He whispers into Jisung's ear, biting down hard on the soft skin there. Jisung is completely screwed when he feels teeth scraping along his skin; he goes limp into the touch; he feels like prey about to be killed, and he loves it. “Y-you’re so fucking infuriating, you know that.”
He whines, tilting his head back on his shoulder and buries his face in the crook of Minho's neck, biting his neck playfully, “god, you smell so good.”
Minho feels fire in his blood; he's getting more and more impatient and greedy with Jisung. Minho moans, his hands sliding under his skirt, gripping his thighs, feeling how soft his skin is, god, how is he supposed to fight this attraction when Jisung looks so perfect and………so fucking thick. “You are so so bad for me.”
Jisung hums against the older boy's neck, giggling a little. He likes the way Minho sounds so feral and desperate, trying to hold back his fingers dancing around the place Jisung wants them the most. He feels powerful. Minho is desperate for him, fingers shaking against his panties every time Minho gets a grip of self-control, Jisung breaks all his fingers. He grinds his ass back against Minho's dick, letting out a contented sigh when he feels how hard he is.
“Ugh fuck baby…” minho groans digging his teeth into jisungs shoulder leaving a dark bloody mark behind, his dick aches in his pants—all of this was too much for minho, he can hear the whispers of his father disgusted and angry in his head only to be cut though by a loud moan form jisung making him realise his teeth are still sinking into his shoulder.
“I knew you’d like it when it hurts, little Bambi likes it when I make him bleed.”
Jisung feels like he's going to cry, but it feels good every mark, every touch, every awful thing Minho says to him makes his brain hazy and makes his ears ring. He wants Minho to stop holding back. “Please touch me, Min. I’m so fucking wet.”
Minhos breath hitches, fingers digging into his thighs, he can feel how needy Jisung is for him, god, he feels like he's going insane. Finally, his slide up to cup Jisung's pussy, fingers teasing along the wet patch on his underwear, “so wet already? Just form standing here with me?”
He lets out a low moan, his fingers slowly rubbing against Jisung's clit, feeling how soked he is. Minhos is gonna lose control, “fuck, your little dick is leaking so much, I've barely touched you.”
He laughs against Jisung's neck, his slides two fingers into Jisung's panties, rubbing slow, teasing circles on his cilt, “so cute and pathetic baby.” Minho pants, feeling the boy's thighs shaking around his hands. He pushes one finger inside him—god, he's so fucking tight.
Jisung feels his brain shutting off as Minho slides his finger inside, and his mouth falls open as he lets out little whines. He knows he must look filthy right now; it feels all too much. He can't tell if he wants it to stop, but he fucks himself down on Minho's finger, “min ah~ please…sto–hng fuck.”
Minho growls. The whiny sounds falling from Jisung's lips make his eyes roll to the back of his head. They're both so gone already, even though they've barely done anything.
“Stop? Don't lie, baby, I know you want more.” He adds a second finger, sissoring Jisung open, thrusting them in and out roughly, his thumb circling his clit.
“Fuck you'd think a slut like you would be loose, but you feel so tight.” Minhos dick throbs at the way Jisung squirms on his fingers. He takes his free hand, wrapping it around his throat, slipping two fingers into his mouth, he can feel him clenching around him—he would feel so good wrapped around Minho’s cock. Minho hates how pretty he looks like this—messy hair, flustered cheeks, and pink lips and tongue drooling on his fingers.
“Taking it so well made to be played with like this,” he curls his fingers just right inside of Jisung, making him see stars. Jisung always cums quickly when he's alone and usually doesn't cum when he's with guys, but now with Minho, he can feel himself getting close. “You gonna be good and cum for me, Bambi?”
It's taking everything in Jisung to not just collapse right now as he feels Minho’s fingers moving just right. He looks up at the other boy through half-lidded eyes, his breath ragged and fast. “Y-yes…yes.”
Jisung lets out a high-pitched moan as he cums, squirting all over minhos hand and the floor. Minhos eyes go wide, his mouth falling open, letting out a rough groan at the sight. Damn— that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He definitely just came in his pants a little; he didn't expect Jisung to squirt.
“Oh baby…you made a mess,” he mumbles, his voice thick with desire. He withdrew his hand, staring at the liquid on his fingers, letting his lust take over, lifting them to his mouth, lips wrapping around his digits, closing his eyes as he sucked the slick off. It tasted sweet and a little bit addictive. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud.
Jisung lets out a little whimper as he watches him licking him off his fingers. It was so hot, and that made him so desperate for more. He couldn't help but press his thighs together. His brain was scrambled and mushy at this point; he could hear nothing but static and minhos breath. He wanted to be filled and ruined by Minho.
“I didn't even know I could squirt….”
Minho laughs at the desperate look in Jisung's eyes, his hands roaming over Jisung's body. He looks so wrecked. He feels an intense sense of satisfaction wash over him, knowing he made Jisung feel this way, only him.
“Oh? Baby, no one's ever made you squirt before?” faux sympathy runs through his tone, teasing the boy a little. His hands settle on Jisung's hips, gripping him tighter, pulling him closer.
Jisung shakes his head; he's never squirted before. He'd never felt this good before. Minho was going to drive him mad. “N-no, most guys I hook up with are cis gay guys who've never seen a vagina or gay guys trying to see if they're bisexual.”
He laughs, still somehow thinking Minho is just a straight guy who got drunk and desperate. His brain is too mushy; he can hardly think, and he can feel himself getting almost overstimulated just from the way Minho holds his hip.
“Made me dizzy again.” Jisung fades in and out of consciousness for a little while, still high, still drunk. It makes everything feel so intense and real. He lets out a shaky breath, passing out against Minho slightly. Minhos gaze turns soft, feeling the weight of Jisung pressed against him—he looks so cute like this, Minho forces the voice out of his head, he just wants to enjoy the warmth of another body.
“You alright, baby? Can you stand?” his tone was gentle but mocking. His arms wrap around him, trying to stabilize him. Jisung was basically melding into his skin, merging the two into one. It makes Minho feel so protective of the younger boy. He doesn't know why.
“Uh huh….just made me feel so good it's like I'm jelly.” he kisses minhos cheek, almost like a thank you, his eyes fall closed again as he leans deeper into him.
“No one's ever made me cum like that before…. hehe, you're really good at sex, Min.” minhos eyes darken when Jisung tells him that. No one has ever made Jsiung feel that way before, just him. It's a greedy possessive thought, but he likes it—he likes knowing he's the only one who's seen Jisung like this before.
“I know,” an arrogant smirk dances to his lips. It's his ego talking, but it feels good knowing that he's the best Jisung’s ever had.
“Are you passing out on me, Bambi?”
“I'm so sleepy… but I can't, I have to make you feel good too.”
Jisung's slow hands run down to Minho’s hard cock, palming it through his pants sloppily with not much technique, the boy too intoxicated and fucked out. “Mmh, you feel big.” Minho groans, his cock twitches under Jisung's touch. He can feel his hands through his pants—so warm and soft—and it makes him want to pin him down and take, take, take.
“Fuck… I'm gonna kill you.”
He growls, grabbing Jisung's wrist, stopping him from touching him. “You don't have to do anything else for me tonight, Bambi, just let me take care of you.”
“But… you made me feel so good, need to pay you back…” He looks up at Minho, starry-eyed, looking high as a kite, and after cumming so hard his brain is tapped out.
“You feel so hard…promise I'll be good and help you.” He tries once more, attempting to undo minhos belt, looking up clearly trying to look sexy, but his high movements are mostly endearing and kind of funny. Minho laughs fondly, still trying to control the part of his brain desperate to take advantage of the younger boy in the state he's in, while Jisung is practically begging him to.
“I told you, you don't have to give anything back, baby. I'm fine, I promise,” he says, trying to sound serious and not desperate to get off. Minhos heart can't help but soften slightly at how much of a mess the boy is. He can see how exhausted he is, but is still trying to reciprocate.
“Bambi…you look so wrecked. You can hardly keep your eyes open. Idon'tt want to take advantage of you and promise I'll deal with it myself once you're asleep, but not now.”
His hands come up, running his fingers through Jisung's hair, trying to soothe him. Jisung pouts his half-closed eyes, looking up at Minho like a kicked puppy. He doesn't understand why Minho isn't letting him do anything. He feels so needy and desperate to satisfy him. Jisung was always shown by other partners that if they gave him pleasure, he always had to give it back, no matter what.
“...but-but I wanna….Please, I don't wanna be greedy.”
Minhos' chest tightens. He can see the fear in his eyes at the thought of being greedy and not giving back. That was never what sex was supposed to be. “Hey, no.” his voice is firm as he gently cups Jisung's face.
“You don't owe me shit. You came for me. That's more than enough.” A beat passes before he smirks—trying to lighten the mood again. “Besides…if I let you touch me now, you'll pass out mid-stroke, and that would just be sad.”
“Awee, you're so swe— hey!!! I won't pass out, I'd be good~.”
He pouts, eyes still basically closed, leaning on Minho as the elevator dings. Jisung is still covered in his own slick, and there's a puddle of it on the floor in shame.
Minho chuckles, rolling his eyes—he looks both fond and exhausted with Jisung. How can someone be so cocky and bratty and be this cute? Minho doesn't understand why he thinks Jisung looks so cute right now.
“I'm sure you'd be good, Bambi,” he drags Jisung out of the elevator, watching him stumble out.
“Can you walk, or do I have to carry you?”
“Hmm~ can you carry me?"
Jisung swings his arms around Minho's neck dramatically with a sigh, waiting for Minho to pick him up. “Um, what about the mess we made?”
“Shh, don't worry about it, baby.” Minho smiles, lifting Jisung, carrying him bridle style. He laughs, starting the small, quiet walk to his apartment, Jisung nuzzling into his neck, sniffing him.
“Idon'tt understand how you smell so good, it makes me feel fuzzy.”
He tucks his face deep into minhos neck, holding onto him tight as Minho carries him to the door like he weighs nothing, arms locking around him, not waiting to let go. Minho shivers, feeling Jisung's breath dancing on his skin. He forces himself to keep calm as he reaches his apartment door.
“I'm starting to think you're secretly a cat.”
He smiles, placing Jisung down for a moment to unlock the door before picking Jisung up again and walking through the house to the bathroom. He places him on the bathroom counter, keeping one arm around his waist. Jisung looks around the room in hazy curiosity, eyes landing on the mirror behind them. He lets out a gasp as he sees how wrecked he looks.
He looks completely debauched; messy hair, red and bruised lips, hickeys littering his neck and chest, his shirt is somehow ridden up and tucked into his binder, and the lower half of his outfit is damp with his own cum. He's never felt so hot but so ruined.
“Oh~ Minn, you messed me up so much….so embarrassingdon'tnt look at me.”
Minho can't help but laugh when Jisung hides his face—he looks absolutely fucked out, and Minho loves it. “Too late, baby. I've already seen you.”
He says, reaching over, turning on the tap, and filling the sink with warm water. He grabs a cloth and some bodywash and starts cleaning Jisung's face gently—his movements surprisingly soft despite his usual roughness.
“You're so fucking cute when you're embarrassed.”
“Are you sure you don't want me to suck you off or something? You're being very nice.”
Jisung looks up at him with his big brown eyes, genuinely confused about why he doesn't want anything in return for being so nice; it's giving him butterflies. He doesn't understand how Minho, who had hated him for it, is now first of all making him cum so hard he can barely see, and second of all taking care of him afterward.
Minho chokes on his own spit at the question; he has to force the thought of Jisung's mouth on him out of his head. He knows he'll go too far if he lets the other boy touch him.
“No. Baby, please, I don't want anything. I'm making you do stuff like…that while you're high and out of it.”
He wets the cloth once, moving down to Jisung's lower half, starting to wipe the slick off his thighs. Jisung lets out a little whine as he feels minhos hands on his thigh, so gentle and close to where he's so sensitive, he looks up at Minho with slight curiosity and a pout on his lips. His thighs twitch around his hand.
“Hm, no guys make me feel good like this, they don't really take care of me like this.”
“…… you're wired.”
Minho pauses, removing his hands from Jisung's inner thighs, placing his hands on either of his, leaning in close.
“Right, I'm wired for waiting to take care of you instead of just using you like you're nothing more than a tool for my own release, huh?” he scoffs, raising an eyebrow.
“No, just….hm different. I thought you hated me, but you treat me better than my usual hook-up.”
Minho moves his hands up as he listens to Jisung, taking his shirt off. Jisung lets out a little squeak, his hands going to cover himself, as Minho throws his shirt on the floor, all of a sudden feeling very exposed in nothing but his binder and socks.
“W-what are you doing?”
Minho is still stuck on how Jisung talks about his hookups angrily, mumbling to himself, “You shouldn't let guys touch you if they treat you like that.”
He looks down at Jisung, ‘You deserve better.’
His eye drifts down to Jisung's chest, seeing the protective manner in which Jisung holds his hands over his body.
“Can I take your binder off, baby? I need to clean you up.”
“M….I don't want you to see me different….. won't feel like a boy anymore.”
His eyes glazed, minho cant tell if it's just because of the high or if Jisung is about to cry. There's a wince in minhos chest as he's reminded Jisungs a boy. It's like he was ignoring that fact till now, just focusing on the feminine parts of his body. Two kinds of guilt flood his brain.
Minhos expression softens, his heart stings at how scared Jisung sounds, and he pushes his own problems away so he can take care of the boy. He reaches out getntaly grabbing one of jisungs wirsts and pulling his hand away from his chest.
“Shhh, baby. I'm not going to think differently about you, ok? Youre still going to be a boy…”
“A beautiful boy”
He speaks as if he's scared someone will hear him. He rubs circles on the inside of Jisung’s wrist, trying to soothe him. He figured that it was very difficult for him to let someone see him without his binder. Jisung lets out a whine, tears building up in his eyes. He felt vulnerable, so exposed, but at the same time, he felt so safe in minhos hands—he trusted him. And that scared him. Why did he trust him… he hated him, right?
His eyes meet with Minho’s, and he slowly nods, giving him permission to take off his binder. “Ok~.”
Minhos movements are soft and slow as he unhooks the binder, pulling up and over jisungs head. His eyes flick down to the boy's chest—his nipples are peeking from how cold he is, but minho doesnt stare or at least he tries not to. He just keeps his gaze steady.
“There…see? Still a pretty boy,” he murmurs before reaching for the wet, warm towel to clean off jisungs torso.
Jisung's head falls forward when his binder comes off, hating the feeling of his chest becoming heavier as his boobs fall out. He rests his head on minhos shoulder. He feels his eyes watering as Minho treats him with so much care and patience. He looks up at him, unable to look down at himself.
“You’re so nice to me... I always keep my shirt on during hookups…”
“I feel like my body isn't finished yet.” his words are slurred, still clearly very intoxicated, but all his feelings are real.
Minhos's hands still for a second, his jaw tightening the way he thinks his body isn't good enough or ‘man’ enough makes him want to punch every single one of those hookups into next week. Minho doesn't know why he cares, but he feels an obligation to make the boy feel safe.
“Bambi…look at me.” he waits for Jisung to meet his eyes before continuing, “Your body is perfect. I know you don't like your chest, but you shouldn't have to hide it from anyone.”
Minho holds Jisung's waist tightly, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over one of his nipples, more soothing than sexual.
“And you're wrong… I'm not nice. I just want you to feel safe thats my job right now. I made that choice when I put my hands on you.”
Jisung moans a little, feeling minhos thumb playing with his nipple without even noticing he's doing it. Jisung can't even register all of the things Minho is saying to him. He feels overwhelmed by feelings and confusion. “Mm~ ah Min.”
Minho realizes what he's doing, stilling his thumb against jisungs nipple. He didn't mean to—he just got caught up in trying to comfort him.
“Shit…sorry,” he laughs, pulling away and focusing on cleaning the rest of Jisung.
“You're so damn sensitive, you can't even handle a little touch without moaning like that?”
“I can't help it…my nipples are just sensitive.”
He pouts, feeling the warm cloth run over his tummy and chest, soothing him like a cat; he feels like he could fall asleep right there.
“Plus youre the one who started touching me in the first place.”
God Minho has never been this conflicted before. The way Jisung was acting made him feel so many things—he kept switching between wanting to keep him wrapped up and protected and wanting to pin him down and bite him till he bleeds out on his bathroom counter.
“You're going to be the death of me…you know that?” he whispers, dropping the washcloth in the sink and wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist, his forehead resting on Jisung's shoulder.
He's pretty—Minhos knows that. He's known it for a long time, and it used to be something he resented about him, but everything feels different tonight
“...sorry, I'm not trying to kill you?”
Jisung giggles softly, running his hands through Minho's hair. Warm breath tickles his naked skin as Minho holds him close.
“Mmh, that tickles Min.”
Minho hums in response; the feeling of Jisung's fingers in his hair relaxes the constant stream of thoughts running through his head. He presses a soft kiss on jisungs shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in the boy.
“Can I ask you something really dumb?” his hands are rubbing slow circles on Jisung's lower back. He is a little embarrassed; he knows his question is stupid, but he wants to ask it.
Jisung pulls Minho's face up, kissing his lips gently, his hips leaning up against minhos touch, enjoying the feeling of his hands on his body. He wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer, softly bumping their noses together.
“Sure…what do you want to know?”
Minho lets out a quiet noise against Jisung's lips. He could kiss him all day—he wishes he could kiss him all day.
“Why the hell did we hate each other for so long?”
He whispers between kisses, nipping at Jisung's bottom lip before pulling back just enough to look at him properly.
“You're… really fucking cute.”
Jisung laughs, his eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips, enjoying the softness of this moment. He finds it a bit ridiculous that Minho is asking him this.
“.......just, you hung out with shitty people in high school, and they made you do bad things. And I know that Hyunjin is trying to take you under his wing, but i cant just forget who you were.”
Minho knows he's right; he was a bad person; he hung out with bad people and did cruel things. “I was stupid, how much I let people control what I did and how I felt.”
He looks at Jisung, feeling a soft burning in his chest. He doesn't want to feel like that guy anymore. “I was a real prick, huh.”
“Yup…you filmed your friends beating Felix up and throwing him in a dumpster for wearing eyeliner to school and holding hands with Hyunjin. And you guys ambushed me in the locker room, stole my clothes and binder, and gave them back to me torn up.”
He says all this very matter-of-factly, but he still can't understand how Felix and his friend group could forgive him; he doesn't know if he will ever forget who Minho used to be. “And lots of other things, but….yeah, you really were a prick.”
Minho grimaces at Jisung's words; the guilt still lives in him even though it all happened years ago. Every horrible thing he and his friend group did to Jisung and his friends still haunts him. It was a shitty thing to do, and he knew that—but his teenself took his own self-hatred out on everyone brave enough to be themselves. He doesn’t say anything, just continues to run his hands over Jisung's waist, his expression solemn.
“I wasnt perfect either…”
“Remember when I threw a wine bottle at jacksons head at his 17th or that time I pushed you onto the floor and I kicked you in the balls with steel caps?”
Jisung laughs; he was such an angry teenager. He was disregulated and unstable so many times that he and Minho got into scraps at school and parties till Minho went to university. He hasn't even seen him till tonight, and all they did was make mean or sarcastic comments about each other.
Minho barks out a laugh at the memory—Jisung kicking him in the balls still hurts when he remembers it. It’s weird how much it feels like they've changed.
“You threw a wine bottle at Jackson? Fuck, I forgot about that,” he grins before he feels his dick twitch at the memory. Jisung looked so hot that night.
“But yeah i think weve both changed. I guess Hyunjin was right when he said you were cooler than I gave you credit for.”
“Mmh Jackson is a fucking asshole…but you turned out alright i guess.”
“That's it, come on im carrying your ass to bed.”
Jisung smiles, nuzzling into Minho slightly before kissing him again as he gets picked up and carried, he shivers as they walk through the cold of minhos apartment. Minho lays him down on the soft sheets before walking away to change into his sleeping clothes.
“Cuddle me?.... I'm really cold…and needy.”
Minho chuckles at Jisung's request. He's adorable, and he looks extra cute in his bed, his face flushed, his soft, chubby body on display, and his brown hair spread out against the pillows—he looks completely spent.
Minho quickly changes into a pair of black sweats and pulls his shirt off before climbing into bed next to him.
“You're really spoiled, you know that, baby?” he tease wrapping his arms around the boy and pulling him close.
He feels completely spent from his intoxication and from having a mind-blowing orgasim but it's nice being held by Minho. He doesn't think about what's going to happen in the moring he just focuses on the feeling of Minho's hands on him, his skin feels so cold.
“Mm…you're so warm.”
Minho hums, holding Jisung tightly. He can tell how tired he is, and it's adorable to see. He pulls the blanket up and rubs his hands up and down jisungs back, trying to warm him up—gentle, almost caring.
Minho hates how domestic it feels, but he holds the boy closer. “God, baby, you're freezing.”
“I can't help it… I'm naked,”
He tucks his head into minhos chest, feeling embarrassed, whining a little, feeling exposed.
Minho laughs under his breath, Jisungs so damn cute. “You better not complain about being cold for the rest of the night.”
His hand comes up to brush away the hair that's fallen across Jisung's forehead. “You feel good against me…in a weird sort of way.”
“Wired in a good way or weird in a bad way?” Minho asks, concerned, still tracing shapes along Jisung's back.
“...good way, I think, I mean, for someone who I've had fist fights with, you make me feel safe. I like it.”
Jisung snuggles into minhos body like he's trying to crawl inside his skin. He sniffs him a little, enjoying the subtle smell of cologne that is still sticking to Minho.
“You smell so nice…” Minho hums at Jisung; he's starting to sound extra spaced out. He's half asleep. Minho finds it so cute.
“Yeah? You are so obsessed with the way I smell,” he looks down at him, his eyes soft and protective. He likes the way Jisung presses his nose into the crook of his neck, like he's a puppy.
After a while of soft mummers agaist minhos neck jisung starts drifting off to sleep, snuggled up against minho his naked body sprawled out on top of him, until a soft snore falls out of his lips. Minho watches as Jisung finally falls asleep against him, his quiet snores fill the silent room—it makes him want to wrap him up and keep him safe forever.
“Fuck…” “I'm in trouble.”
He sighs before kissing jisungs forehead. Eventually, he falls asleep with Jisung curled up on him. His arms wrapped around his waist, and his face tucked into jisungs hair. Minho knows this will get complicated tomorrow, after Jisung wakes up, his high will wear off. But for now, he will hold him close before things get too complicated.