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Minho felt lazy and comfortable. He had just woken up from a nap he was taking on a sunny patch in their living room on top of the nice fuzzy carpet Jisung bought once he realized that his boyfriend sometimes just craved to lay spread out in the sun that fell into their apartment. 

It was one of those times and his body was relaxed, his eyes not really opening as he sighed, letting his body melt completely onto the floor. Usually people would assume it was uncomfortable, but there was just something about this spot in their place that was too appealing. Maybe it was the warmth of the sun paired up with a full tummy.

He blinked his eyes open when he actually felt fingers brushing his hair and he looked up to Jisung who had squatted down to touch him. 

"Had a nice nap, Min?" 

Minho's lips parted, but he then buried his face into his own arm, a soft sound rumbling in the back of his throat. He rubbed his cheek against the velvety fabric of the sweater and when he glanced back to the younger, he knew that Jisung knew what this non-verbal reply meant.

He didn't have to move a single finger or say anything and Jisung was already up to fetch something. Minho languidly stretched his body, allowing the sweater to ride up, exposing his stomach without care to cover it again.

As a little bell chimed, he rolled onto his belly and propped himself up on elbows, holding his head up tall as Jisung sat down next to him. Minho purred as the velvety collar wrapped around his neck, the soft mint color of it along with the plush padding on the inside made it his absolute favorite thing to wear when the mood was right.

With the collar in place, he crawled into his boyfriend's lap, humming low as Jisung began to gently pet him. Fingers carded through his hair, soft scratches given to his neck and hands stroked along his back. 

But it wasn't quite what he wanted, so he squirmed and nuzzled his face into Jisung's squishy cheek before grazing his teeth on the warm skin.

"Hey, no teeth, kitten." Jisung warned him halfheartedly, chuckling when Minho went back to nuzzling him as his belly started getting rubbed. That was his favorite spot, Jisung's fingers first tickling the skin under the sweater teasingly before letting his whole palm make contact. 

Minho moved his head a bit, letting the little bell on his collar make its little sounds, before he allowed himself to melt like butter. He was pliant, Jisung being able to move him around so they were sitting once again in the patch lit by the setting sun.

They were both completely relaxed, enjoying being cuddled close together in the last hours of daylight.

The older's chest was filled with warmth and he couldn't help but look at Jisung with starry eyes, allowing a tiny mewl to slip out of him. Minho saw the younger look to him with immense fondness that couldn't be even put in words but he nevertheless tried.

"Love you too, kitten." 

Minho smiled as their lips connected, his eyes crinkling before closing. He purred into their liplock, finding joy that Jisung understood him throughout. 

Because sometimes it was hard trying to convey all his love and appreciation for the care Jisung provided when he was just Minho.

But he managed to show it when he let himself go and was Jisung's kitten.

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"Bunny, jump!"

The words triggered a conditioned reaction out of Jisung, the young rapper jumping and clinging to Minho with his legs instantly wrapping around the older's waist.

At the realization that he just instinctively reacted to those words right the moment he, Chan and Changbin walked into the dorm after a 3RACHA live, made him tense up and freeze.

Both Chan and Changbin stared with wide eyes and parted lips, surprised that not only did they just heard the younger rapper be called bunny but that he also so promptly clung to the dancer like it was something they just did.

Which was honestly the truth .

Jisung and Minho had not come out yet to the rest of the group despite having talked about wanting to do it sooner rather than later. 

The younger was just not expecting Minho to expose them like this out of nowhere. 

Before anyone could actually break through the shock, Minho, whose hands were properly holding Jisung up by holding his cute ass with both his hands, just carried the younger away into his room. 

Seungmin and Hyunjin weren't there but the fact that Minho locked the door after stepping inside - all the while holding Jisung, it was so insanely hot - gave away that he had no idea if the other two would come back and need the room.

Just now Jisung came to the true realization of what had just happened, his cheeks burning bright red. He gave out an embarrassing yelp as he was thrown onto the bed and Minho…

Well, Minho was something right now.

The older worked fast and with purpose, not giving Jisung time to think as he was stripped from the jeans jacket he was wearing. Following that, Minho struggled to actually start tugging the baby pink sweats over his equally pink converse. 

"M-min-"

"Shh. Quiet, bunny."

The petname made him whine, covering his face with his hands as he let himself at the mercy of the other man.

And being at the mercy of Minho right now meant his sweats and underwear were being thrown to the other side of the room, while still wearing his favorite supreme shirt and the cute Chucks. And oh, the bucket hat too, Minho did not tug the bucket hat off his head.

Jisung thought he would be stripped more, but Minho bent him in two, his thighs pressing against his chest and his calves leaned on the older's shoulders. Jisung saw how his feet turned inside, blushing more because it reminded him when he was told to have anime girl legs.

He didn't have much time to think about anything anymore though as Minho crashed their lips together in a hard bruising kiss, Jisung whimpering as he felt two fingers slipping into his hole. No seriously, when did Minho get the lube?

They had fucked earlier today so Jisung was still kind of opened up and the older made the best out of this to really stretch him up as fast as he could. Jisung's head was spinning, everything happening so fast as he was still trying to understand what the hell got the other so worked up.

With a third finger and Jisung letting out soft high moans and whines, Minho didn't take long to finally be inside of him and fill him up.

"Hah… So cute…" The older growled, making Jisung keen and throw his head back as he was pounded hard into the mattress. Soft Ah's, please, Minho kept spilling from his lips as he dug his fingers into the other's hair to tug it slightly, somewhat trying to slow him down. 

But for some reason that suddenly ended up with him on top, riding Minho's cock for dear life.

"Fuck, you have no idea how cute you were, all bouncy and happy during that live." Minho grunted and fucked up into him hard, his hands on Jisung's hips to guide the younger to be just as bouncy on his dick as he had been when listening to the music he enjoyed.

Jisung moaned now from understanding, Minho always got riled up when Jisung without knowing acted like the little bunny he was even out of the bedroom.The older loved him badass and sexy, but always lost control when Jisung was cute .

"Hmm, fuck bunny harder, Min~" Jisung played right into the weakness, slipping his fingers into his mouth to suck on them and keep on bouncing on Minho's throbbing cock until both of them came as hard and fast as they started this.

After catching their breaths, Jisung felt himself be snuggled, Minho hiding in his neck.

"Sorry I called you bunny in front of them."

"Ah, it's okay. We wanted to tell them anyway, now it might be the chance."

"Mhm… And hah… Love you, Hannie. My cute bunny."

Jisung sniffed and hid his face in Minho's hair as his face was all red.

"Love you too, silly."

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Minho had no idea how any of this started, but honestly, he would blame Jisung. Jisung has always been heinous enough to involve all the members into things Minho would never dare himself to voice.

Not that any of that mattered right now, because it was their new normal and while Minho would never EVER confess out loud that he loved the arrangement, all the other seven knew he was as much into it as them.

Anyways, it was really his luck that he had seven friends, one for every day of the week.

Seungmin was the one who started everything on Mondays and Minho struggled to say if the younger had mercy on him or was absolutely cruel. They had never touched each other and he wondered if Seungmin would ever even jack off in front of him, but nevertheless, every start of the week he would have a glass pushed into his hand with Seungmin's milky cum. At first, Minho just woke up with the glass on his nightstand but Seungmin apparently found it more entertaining now to place it in front of him when several of the members were getting breakfast together. Minho felt his cheeks flush as he actually brought the glass to his lips to drink it up, all of them watching him silently as he finished it off without hesitation.

It was embarrassing, but he didn't allow anyone to speak up about what they witnessed. That was part of the agreement, they wouldn't actually talk about it.

Tuesdays was Hyunjin's day and Minho… Well, he actually quite liked the way he and the other dancer did things. Hyunjin was aware of how pretty he was and when he called for Minho he was always naked, face flushed and hair glueing to his forehead from working himself up. Minho always arrived when Hyunjin was about to blow, coming with long sticky streaks over his own chest and stomach. It was a pretty sight and as Hyunjin panted, trying to recover his breath, Minho licked every little drop on the other's body. Hyunjin's skin was silky and Minho's tongue slid with slow swirls, maybe prolonging the clean up process just a bit. 

When he was done, Hyunjin never held back a smirk and Minho scoffed, muttering that the younger better watch it or he might end up in the air fryer.

Changbin called him on Wednesdays. The dark rapper was the only one Minho had to go to, no matter if Changbin was awake or not. Minho had an easy task which was to pull Changbin's underwear down and guide his half hard cock into his mouth and just stay there. When Changbin woke up, usually his lap was wet with drool and Minho's eyes were cloudy from cockwarming him. Feeling groggy from sleep, Changbin would hold onto his hair and slowly guide Minho's head to move up and down, using his mouth to have a nearly lazy orgasm, filling Minho's mouth with warmth that he swallowed down without letting anything spill.

At least the rapper was sweet to rub along his jaw muscles and sooth him from the efforts so he could still sing perfectly in his vocal lessons. Minho really appreciated that.

On Thursdays Felix came to visit him. And maybe it was because they both understood the appeal of acting cat-like, but his mornings with Felix were absolutely delightful. Felix woke him up with gentle pets, stroking his back and brushing his hair until he was awake enough to kneel on his bed. Minho didn't have to do much, he just needed to look up to Felix with a pleased expression and let the younger brush his fingers over him. He always purred as he watched Felix fist his own cock, stroking himself until about to burst. The pretty cock was then guided to Minho's lips and Felix was soft, not inserting himself into his mouth, he just let the glistening tip lean on Minho's bottom lip. With his head tilted back, the cum that came out in gentle drizzles filled up his mouth and Felix scratched underneath his chin as he drank it all up.

Maybe, just maybe, because Felix was so soft on him was why he was so soft on Felix.

Now Fridays were Jeongin's day and things were a little bit different with the younger. Minho was sure how this at least started, and it was when the youngest confessed he never had gotten laid with anybody. Minho had planned for it to be a one time thing, little help to lose his virginity, but Jeongin was just so good in taking care of him. Probably Jeongin did that in a way to make up whenever the older took care of him out of the bedroom. Or maybe he was just very horny. Jeongin was the only one allowed to fuck him raw and actually fill him up that way. And Minho knew he was the one to blame because Jeongin just fucked into him so right that he always lost any composure and whispered for the younger to not stop and just come in his ass. 

But he was considering asking Jeongin about the lustful ' can I breed you? ' before that became a whole another thing Minho had to deal.

Saturdays were at first Jisung's, but apparently Chan had used his leader voice on the younger rapper and demanded they change. It wasn't surprising because Saturdays were the days Chan just felt like he would pop from stress. So, Minho came in a form of relief and being actually useful and helping Chan do his work better was very satisfying. Even if that meant being face-fucked into his mattress until he nearly passed out. Minho really felt how much weight was on Chan's shoulder, whenever the leader held tight onto his hair and thrusted into his mouth like an overeager puppy that didn't even know how to move his hips quite right. It was messy and Minho sometimes had to slap Chan's thigh so he could get some oxygen and could cough out the spit threatening to suffocate him. Chan apologized and even tried to go slower, but he was quick to get back to sloppily making use of Minho's warm mouth. When he came, he came deep into Minho's throat and sometimes it felt like the dancer couldn't even taste his cum.

A little disappointing since all of this was actually about the milky substance, but Minho didn't say anything because at the end Chan was relaxed and… energized to spend long hours doing his producer leader magic.

And then came the damned Sundays with infuriating Jisung. Again, he was sure it was his fault that any of this happened and things with Jisung were always so over the top. He hated it.

He hated it even more that Jisung was his favorite. 

Because Jisung bent him in half and snapped his hips hard into him. Because he made Minho bite down into his hand so he wouldn't scream. Because when Jisung pulled out and finished into Minho's mouth, he told him to not swallow.

Jisung loved watching his mouth hanging open, filled with his thick cum. Minho was made to really taste it, being told to move his tongue and swirl the fluid until it really covered all of his mouth. And when he was ordered to gurgle or make bubbles, he would always glare at Jisung who smiled down at him with that annoyingly beautiful heart-shaped grin. But it wasn't all of that that made him adore Sundays with Jisung.

No. It was when the younger leaned down and pressed their lips together so they both could swap and taste the release in the filthiest type of kiss. The two of them swallowed parts of it until it was just their tongues sliding together and the taste of cum was just a memory. 

Minho hated how much he loved ending the week with Jisung's passionate kisses and hated even more that once they parted there were whole six day between the next time he would hear a secretive ' I love you'  that only Jisung had the audacity to say.

Minho loved him and he can't believe Jisung really went all out to arrange that his thirsty kitty side got his daily milk. 

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Both of them noticed quite quickly that things weren't working as either of them had planned inside their head. Minho and Jisung were pretty much naked in bed, making out passionately and being on the edge of foreplay to tip into actually fucking each other's brains out.

But something was wrong.

"Jisung, stop slipping, it's my turn to get dick." Minho whined and shifted on top of Jisung to press his ass against the younger's hard cock.

"Want your cock tho… Please, Min..." Jisung whined right back at the older, shifting around so he could push Minho onto his back and get pretty much into the same position the older had been before.

"You're being too greedy, c'mon..." Minho mewled as Jisung rolled his hips, of course the friction feeling good but it really wasn't what he needed. He took hold of the slim hips torturing him and looked up to his boyfriend.

"This is not gonna work, I'm really not up to doing the fucking today." 

Jisung huffed, lips pouted out but as Minho just pouted back at him they really noticed that they weren't just in the want to be filled, but they were both feeling bratty about it.

They really never had been in this predicament just by themselves and it showed as the silence stretched between them while they thought about what they could do. After all, both were hard and needy, wanting to get off.

Jisung was the one who perked up with an idea.

"Get your carrot. Imma go get my dildo." The younger scrambled off of the other and rushed out of the room. Butt naked and without care. 

Minho did though like the suggestion and while his whole body turned red once he looked at the pretty carrot dildo he absolutely adored, excitement bubbled up in him.

Jisung had more crazy toys, being the ever enthusiast of everything that would make most people faint. He took a few moments to pick out the big tentacle one that hadn't been used in a while.

He rushed then back to Minho's room, only to find the other squirming and fingering himself with fervor. "Geez, and you call me needy..." Jisung couldn't help but giggle, crawling over to his boyfriend so they could dive into a deep kiss.

Soon enough both of them were moaning and writhing against each other, fingers deep to stretch them out for the toys that would save them from their current wants. Both of them felt rather cute, giggling and whining at each other whenever their lips broke apart, noses nuzzling together.

"Hnng, need more, bunny..." Jisung whimpered and looked to Minho with glassy eyes and the older moaned, tongue hanging a bit out before he nodded.

"M-me too, baby boy, fuck… wanna be stuffed so bad..." He sighed out and both moved to kneel on the bed.

Lube was passed around, hands helped guide each other, small gasps slipping as their hands brushed perked nipples and leaking cocks. 

But finally, they moaned loud into each other's mouths as they sunk together onto their toys, feeling every bit of the exciting textures.

Minho trembled while feeling each ridge of the carrot slip into him, eyes fluttering shut at it stretched him wider and wider with each extra inch filling him. He was a drooling mess, but Jisung wasn't any better.

The younger's eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he reveled in the sensation of the suction cups of the tentacle rubbing against his walls. The curves of the dildo always hit the best spots and reached so deep it made his mind pop into nothingness.

Both were absolutely desperate, tongues sliding together in an open mouthed attempt to kiss as their hips rolled and they slowly moved up and down on their toys. They shifted closer, letting their chests touch and rub, cling with one arm the best they could to their needy lover.

It felt so good to be sharing the uncontrollable need together, something about it making them feel bubbly and slipping even further into the lust.

They were restlessly bouncing on their toys, whispering to each other, both keening when bunny's  and baby boy's  kept falling out of their mouths. Both were too impatient and with no one to really be guiding them or ask for them to hold on, they were quickly coming closer to release without taking action to stop it.

Minho's hand curled around Jisung's throbbing cock as Jisung's wrapped around his. They stroked each other sloppily, both becoming an even whinier mess until thick strings of cum painted their stomachs.

Dirty fingers slipped into mouths, tongues sliding and curling around the digits to clean up the release and eventually they just dropped back to lay in bed, both panting and exhausting, curled into each other without feeling the need to slip their toys out of themselves.

They did perk up though at a knock on the door, heads perking up to look at the man at the door.

"...You two should've called me to take care of you." 

The words were followed by a chuckle, Jisung and Minho whining as they hid against each other at Jeongin's words.

"Too horny to have thought of that." Jisung croaked out and Minho laughed, purring though as the youngest boyfriend came to stroke his hair.

Jisung and Minho both ended up tugging Jeongin between them, the youngest complaining a bit about them being sweaty, but eventually he settled down and let himself be showered with small giggly kisses and nuzzles.

It gave the two in their bottom mood time to recover before they got horny enough to do it all over again.

As Jeongin said later on, they were insatiable.

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Jisung was chewing on his bottom lip nervously as he stared at the long text message he had gotten from Minho. The older rarely sent texts of this extent. 

But after Jisung's embarrassing slip last night, the younger had been hiding away and no matter how many reassuring words he was given, he wasn't able to face Minho. He needed time to recover and even think why the hell he had called Minho that.

Which he did and since the moment he came to the conclusion that this particular thing made him feel equals fuzzy as hot and bothered, he didn't really know what to do with himself. 

Until Minho's message saying that it really was alright and if Jisung wanted it the older definitely could be that for him.

So, sitting on his bed in boxer briefs and a big hoodie, curled up with the knowledge that Minho was up for it made Jisung feel terribly small but oh-so excited. And maybe that eagerness was the reason for him to have replied to Minho a small okay.

When the older finally arrived home, Jisung made his way out of the room and halfway peeked into the kitchen with big eyes and red cheeks. He licked his lips nervously and swallowed thickly, nails digging a little into the doorframe.

There was only for so long that his presence could've gone unnoticed and eventually Minho turned, blinking cutely before he smiled that warm smile that made Jisung's heart do somersaults.

"What are you doing hiding there, baby bunny ?"

Jisung blushed more and whined, shuffling his way to Minho and pressing his face against his shoulder. Arms wrapped around his slender frame and Minho's soft humming and rocking were making Jisung's head become filled with sugary-sweet cotton candy.

He couldn't help but whine again, his fingers curling into the big soft cardigan the older wore. Words felt difficult and he just really needed the other. His message had been in his head the whole day, he had thought too much about it and worked himself up.

Just being close to Minho made the younger feel hot and he tried to subtly press his hips against the older. 

"Oh, you're a needy baby, huh?" Minho chuckled and reached for Jisung's hips, guiding him to grind gently against him.

Jisung started falling apart so quickly.

" M-mommy... " He whimpered, his neck heating up, embarrassment daring to creep up again, but Minho stroked his hair and hushed into his ear.

"Shh, Mommy's here for you baby. I'll take care of you."

Not a second later, Jisung was being picked up and he sighed heatedly into the other's neck as his hard eager cock throbbed.

He was spread out onto the bed and he reached out with grabby hands to Minho, who cooed at him softly before diving into a soft kiss.

It was gentle, just like Minho's fingers full of care stripped him from his boxers that tightly restrained him. Hands brushed along his thighs and Jisung gasped, brows tilting up as a shiver coursed all through his body.

"You're such a good baby bunny, aren't you, love?"

Minho's voice was making Jisung slip even further into this. He sounded so so caring .

And he really needed Minho to take care of him.

" Mommy, please! " He keened in need, clinging to Minho. The older giggled and tried his best to get out of his own clothes. Jisung could keep his hoodie, but the older knew his cute baby would get too whiny if Minho wasn't all exposed. 

Finally he was straddling the younger, fully naked and he smiled down at Jisung.

"Baby, tell mommy how you want him to take care of you." It was a soft command and just hearing Minho call himself that word again made everything in Jisung feel featherlight.

"Hnn..." Jisung struggled to verbalize, but he reached out for Minho's hips and he bucked his own to rub his cock along the other's ass.

"Baby bun, I know it's hard, but can you give me only these words?"

"Want m-mommy to ride me..." Despite the struggle, Jisung whispered breathlessly, only to moan surprised as Minho rewarded him quickly by sitting on his dick.

His wide eyes were replied with a chuckle and Minho stroked his full cheek. "Mommy had a feeling you would be needy, so I got ready beforehand."

And indeed Minho was warm, wet and soft. His hole snugly wrapped around Jisung's cock in the most delicious way. Without being able to control himself, the younger bucked, heart beating faster as he made Minho moan.

They fell into a lazy pace, guided by Minho rolling his hips, trying to keep Jisung's overly excited hips from jerking too much. Jisung couldn't help but be a whiny mess, his fingers shyly brushing over Minho's body. 

There was some hesitation as his hands cupped the firm chest of the older, feeling his palms filled, he bit his bottom lip as he squeezed them. His eyes glanced up to Minho's face that was dusted pink, his eyelashes fluttering.

Thumbs moved to roll over pebbled nipples, Jisung's mouth watering and his dazed eyes gave away what was going on in his mind. Minho picked it up, like he always did with Jisung and soon enough the older was pressing down on his elbows close to Jisung's head, the younger's face so close to that toned chest.

Lips hungrily attached to a nipple, his tongue rolling languidly before gently starting to suck. Jisung's eyes closed and he hummed pleased, his hands sliding down Minho's back to then take hold of his ass and try to get the older to ride him harder.

Minho was more than happy to oblige, both of them moaning and Jisung, with his mind in the clouds, licked his way away from a nipple to the other, suckling as if something would eventually come out.

"Hmm, such a good bunny... Making mommy feel so good..." Minho purred and kissed the top of Jisung's head, provoking a hard thrust of the younger up into him.

Intensity picked up, Minho's thighs starting to shake just as much as Jisung's whole body had been doing for a while. The younger had been a whiny desperate mess calling for his mommy  while Minho cooed and attempted to calm down his baby from getting too overwhelmed.

They were both so close, Jisung drooling and staring up hypnotized to Minho, his hand sneaked between them to start stroking the leaking cock.

Minho groaned and chuckled, kissing along Jisung's face before whispering against his lips.

"Hmm, you're gonna get so much milk, baby~" He sighed out and Jisung whimpered, chasing pink lips so they could kiss deep and longing.

Finally, with lips barely being able to stay locked together, Minho released with a tight stroke of Jisung's hand matched up with a hard thrust against his prostate. The younger one came right after, filling Minho to the brim.

Riding it slowly out, Minho breathed and leaned his forehead against Jisung who was panting, but still letting soft whines out. Minho hummed and took Jisung's hand off his cock, guiding the sticky fingers to the younger's mouth so he could clean those off of the cum.

Pulling away to enjoy the afterglow, Minho cradled Jisung into his chest, his hand brushing his hair as his baby bun kept suckling on his fingers, a small smile spreading on his face because Jisung's was adorable.

Minho really hadn't expected it, but he was way more into Jisung's mommy kink than he would have thought.

Most likely because he was so whipped whenever Jisung was tiny and adorable.

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If they were asked how it all started, they would say it was the second they knew about each other's existence.

They wouldn't know how to begin explaining that they just knew they would unavoidably be together. It was a bigger force, something that the two of them decided to not fight against and just let it carry them into each other's orbits.

It was as if the first time they locked eyes, fate decided that they would become utterly interwoven in each other's lives, the threads of their destiny lacing together in beautiful patterns that were simply meant to be.

Neither Minho or Jisung had talked about what they were to each other. They didn't have to say the words out loud because they simply already knew. 

Like they knew what they would become the second they started getting closer. 

They didn't have to explain their feelings when their hugs lingered or when their fingers touched. They didn't really have to clarify when they slipped that they had each other in their minds. 

Everyone around them watched with anticipation for the day they would realize their feelings, but it wasn't like that. They already knew about what their hearts told them even before they shared their first kiss in a lazy afternoon, sitting on Jisung's bed with a horror movie playing on the younger's laptop.

Nothing was surprising, it was actually expected between the two. So when their intimacies stopped being lonesome events to be substituted by shared breaths and bodies melting together, there was no drama, no angst, no words.

They understood each other so well that there had never been doubt of what they would become.

When their friends cheered in surprise about it finally happening , they finally were dating Jisung and Minho looked at each other because they knew they were beyond that.

When their friendship was established they knew they were dating. 

When they kissed and touched each other they knew they were married.

And when the day would come in which they wore suits and exchanged vows, they would know they were eternal.

Because while being two separate bodies, they felt like they were one.

And both of them felt like their earthly bodies were almost a punishment to make them be apart despite being together.

So they would wait for the day they would become dust, their souls set free to meld together and transcend beyond love…

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The two of them dropped side by side on the bed, breathing heavy and not being even able to see right. 

Their bodies were sweaty, trembling from the effort and release as the afterglow washed over them, calming their racing hearts with gentle waves of satisfaction.

Today really had been a culmination of their desperation, neither Minho or Jisung having had time lately to properly enjoy each other until this very day.

And they sure made the most of it.

Up and down, side to side, they had been at each other for hours. It had been so intense that Minho felt it had been almost a fever dream. He was sure he couldn't even keep count how many times he had been dick deep in the younger like he could recall how many times Jisung filled him up like there was no tomorrow.

They were spent of every bit of energy in the very last cell of their bones and because of that they just laid there, trying to minimally recover.

Eventually, their bodies cooled down and Minho's brain managed to become a solid state within his skull after having turned into mush from being railed into 7th heaven and beyond. With his head working, he shivered now with a bit of cold and looked to Jisung who was barely conscious.

Minho didn't blame him, he honestly felt like sleep could catch him at any second.

But looking at Jisung, he was reminded of the very thing that got Minho  desperate for his lover. Jisung really wasn't joking when he said he would be more diligent with his workout. His body was fucking growing, each muscle defining and while he was still slender, his shoulders were getting wider and Minho… Well, Minho realized he quite enjoyed the younger taking care of his body.

With a soft hum, he managed to move, wiggling himself onto Jisung's chest. He laid with all his weight on top of the other, Jisung groaning and cracking one eye open to look at the older before he threw his head back and whined.

"Fuck, Min, I can't get my dick up anymore, have mercy."

Minho couldn't help but laugh and shift around a little more against Jisung's body, somewhat trying to get comfortable.

"Not planning on getting yours or mine up, I'm dead too." He huffed and tucked his head under Jisung's chin before pressing his lips together and moving again, making the younger grunt.

"Stop, moving so much!" Jisung pinched Minho's nipple, making the older yelp and then whine.

"Don't do that! I'm just trying to get comfortable!" 

"Just-gh! Watch your elbow- fucking hell." Jisung apparently had enough of Minho's restless wiggling and manhandled the older himself.

Jisung spooned the other, wrapping his arms around Minho as well as one leg, trapping the older so he couldn't move. With a sigh, Jisung also just buried his face into Minho's soft hair and closed his eyes as their bodies were in a position the older seemed to approve of.

Indeed Minho approved of it, feeling even his cheeks flush a bit as Jisung's amazingly toned arms were now wrapped around him and he could feel the faint beating of his lover's heart against his back. He hummed pleased, enveloped in warmth, feeling rather small and protected.

With a smile on his lips, he closed his eyes and soon enough the two would sleep.

Until Jisung would wake up hard against Minho's ass and for some inexplicable reason still have stamina to go for an early morning round.

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This was such a bad idea but why the hell did he feel that he never had been so hard during his whole life?

Jisung had his forehead pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall he was facing, biting into his bottom lip hard as he tried to hold back the sounds that Minho was apparently very keen on pulling out of him. 

The younger squeezed his eyes shut as Minho's stubby fingers curled, just long enough to press against his prostate relentlessly as the older's other hand kept stroking his cock with an infuriating loose grip.

He had really believed Minho would want to do this quick and dirty, but the soft kisses along his neck and broad back surely were going against that.

A long embarrassing whine escaped him when Minho's palm rubbed over his leaking tip, his body arching with pleasure.

"Hmm, you're so turned on right now… Pretty sure that you wouldn't mind me fucking you here." Minho chuckled and whispered in his ear, making Jisung shiver despite the warm water of the shower still running over them.

"Hn, shut up, we d-don't have time for th- fuck, could you do it a bit harder already?" The younger complained and glanced back to the other, expression flushed but eyes quickly filling with dread at Minho's smirk.

"Ah, you're afraid of someone catching us?" The older teased and then chuckled when Jisung's cock throbbed in his grip. "Ohh… kinky lil slut, aren't we now?"

"Minho, I swear to god, I'll fuck the daylight out of you and you won't be able to walk for a week when we're back at the dorm if you do-"

Both of them froze when they heard commotion in the locker room. Voices that weren't that familiar to them carrying over to the showers. Boys from the other groups were there. Jisung's eyes were wide, heart racing. This was not good.

"You started shaking so much, baby… But be quiet, yeah?" Minho pressed his lips to Jisung's ear and squeezed his cock much tighter now. The younger choked out a moan at the suddenness of the stimulation, but he quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand, horrified that he let that slip, but his body sure reacted quite delighted.

"Or not. Maybe you prefer to be loud and let the other groups know how needy you are?"

Jisung felt like crying and he probably was but the water from the shower covered that up because he was so turned on it hurt.

"P-please, Min..." He muttered out weakly and when his begging was rewarded with fingers pressing deep inside of him and a tight hard tug on his cock, he cried out in pleasure, painting the tiles white with his cum. 

He came so hard his knees buckled, whimpering and hiding his face into Minho's neck once he was turned, completely embarrassed from not having held back.

And the worst was hearing the voices outside.

"What the fuck!?"

"That-...that was definitely someone having sex there."

"Go look wh-" "I'm not going there to see who was fucking in the showers!!!"

"It kinda sounded like Han, didn't it?"

"... HAN Jisung!?"

"Shit, you think-" "Who do you think is there with him??"

Jisung felt his body warm up all over again hearing the conversation but he ended up yelping when Minho pinched his nipple and hissed out a whisper.

"Stop listening in, horny boy! I can see you getting riled up again!" The younger pouted but he looked to Minho, deciding to distract himself by wrapping his hand around the older's neglected erection. Minho whispered for them to stay here until the others left - apparently none of them dared to even peek to the shower stalls - so Jisung thought he could take his time.

And he did, giving at least Minho some payback even if the older had enough self control to not even let a peep out as he came.

The moment of utter dread when they had to step out. Minho didn't seem to be fazed as they walked out of the locker room, the older relaxed as he scrolled through his phone. Jisung meanwhile fought with a stubborn blush that refused to come down. 

Especially, because he felt eyes on him when they joined their group as well as the others. Curious eyes were all on him, but nobody said a thing, which didn't really make it better. Jisung thought he was about to have a stroke from shame.

And the worst was that he really needed to focus on not getting aroused at that.

"Hm, you think they are imagining you getting off?" Minho whispered in his ear out of nowhere, making Jisung jump.

"I hate you. Shut up!" Jisung hissed as his cheeks flared a concerning red that gained the worried looks of Chan and Felix mostly. He waved them off and turned to glare at Minho who just smirked like a smug cat.

"Love you too, Hannie."

Jisung refused to say the words back, burying his face in his hands.

He loved a menace.

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Neverending perfect curves, expanding with each breath the body took. Carving ice, letting the blade sing and shatter coldness into sparkles.

Jisung gasped as nails dug into his shoulders.

Hypnotic grace that could never be matched, a shining star that captivated his attention, turning him blind to even his own existence.

He hungrily mouthed along the pale neck, worshipping the softness, lavishing it with a desire that couldn't be contained within him.

Glittery spins and stunning smiles as fingertips gently posed and guided eyes to follow the lines of the enchanting dance.

His body trembled with his need, the soft sounds driving Jisung wild even if they shouldn't. They shouldn't make him look into deep brown eyes and completely fall.

Everything in front of him was contrasting to what he was. They could glide on ice, but his brutality was at the other side of the beauty he was witnessing.

Plush lips smiled against his chapped ones as fingers tugged on his hair. Soft secret whispers were deposited in his mouth to never be shared with anyone else. He shouldn't be here.

"Ice skaters always look like chicks, dude. They even wear glittery shit on their face! It's ridiculous."

Jisung felt ridiculous. Ridiculous to lick over sparkly lipgloss that on any other mouth would annoy him with its stickiness but right now it made him snap his hips harder.

"Nobody watches the Winter Olympics for these pretty boys. They watch it for the cool stuff. Like hockey."

They all were wrong, so wrong. Jisung's whole athletic career holding a hockey stick would never come close to one second of the beautiful skater beneath him floating in the rink. Nothing would ever be more interesting than watching the elegant arch of this glistening body and the fluttery lashes that gave away pleasure.

A dance that made his mouth go dry, his world turned upside down. Life changing, completely life changing. Nothing else around him mattered.

Legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him in this sin that he willingly let himself be dragged into. 

Intoxicated.

He rocked against the body, bed creaking beneath them and Jisung felt ashamed that he even dared to bring the skater into his messy apartment. The man was merciful to not have turned around from the place that was the stereotypical display of a straight bachelor's cave.

Enraptured.

The warmth wrapped around him brought him closer to heaven and he couldn't help but feel smothering infatuation as he kissed the tears he was being gifted for the pleasure his measly being was being able to provide to this otherworldly perfection.

Artistic perfection that was carved in ice and brought to life.

"Jisung!" 

Jisung locked eyes with Minho, who clung to him and kissed him like he was his world and he wanted to cup the skater's face and tell him that he was undeserving.

Undeserving because he was a coward that couldn't tell everyone that there was nothing in the universe he rather do than love Minho endlessly.

As they reached the point of tipping over, their names were moaned and gasped, their bodies melting together as hot stickiness coated their stomachs. 

"I love you, Jisung."

And Jisung never hated himself more when he couldn't say the words back because loving beautiful mesmerizing Minho, the godly ice king of the rink, was still something the hockey player wasn't ready to face.

I'm sorry.

He could only hope that the enamored gaze Minho held whenever he glided close to the edge where Jisung stood, wouldn't fade before he was ready to let everyone know that he helplessly fell for the skater.

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Painting his nails had become one of those therapeutic moments Jisung gave himself. 

When he first started on this journey of coating the tips of his fingers with black polish, it had been a struggle. He loved the result though, so he insisted, again and again, and now he believed he could paint them even with his eyes closed.

As the bristles of the brush glided on top the smooth surface of a neatly filed nail, Jisung felt his mind blank and drift to somewhere comfortable. He usually hummed out little melodies, head traveling around the vast expanse of his inner world.

And today his mind decided to wander into a territory that he usually only caught himself in during early mornings or late nights in bed.

Which ended up becoming a problem when he just finished the last brushstroke on his pinky.

"...Fuck."

He glanced down between his legs where the clear tent showed considering he was wearing sweatpants. He whined and looked at his hands, carefully trying to press the heel of one against his bulge. He managed to rub himself for a while, but that didn't help him at all.

He only got much harder and the nail polish was still very far from drying up.

Chewing in thought on his bottom lip, he wiggled himself up to stand, peeking outside the room.

Awkwardly waddling to the living room to find by now anyone who could help him out was all that was in his mind. And obviously right at that moment, Minho was stepping inside the dorm with a couple bags in his hands from the grocery store.

"Min, help!"

The older man stopped and blinked, looking Jisung up and down, his ears then flaring red.

"What the fuck, Jisung!? Why are you standing with a boner in the mi-"

"I painted my nails and can't jack off, please help me." He grinned sheepishly with a blush creeping on his own cheeks. At least he had the decency to be a little bit embarrassed.

"Wait for them to dry and do it yourself… seriously..." Minho muttered under his breath and walked to the kitchen to drop the bags, Jisung not waiting even a second to follow right behind.

"Pretty please? I'm kinda really horny right now, I can't wait."

"Jisung, I-... You deal with edging just fine, why can't you wait, like, five minutes?"

The younger puffed his cheeks and stepped right up to the other, leaning his head on his shoulder and without any tact for subtlety, he pressed his hips against Minho's and whined more.

"Pleaaaaase?"

Minho sighed heavily and looked up to the ceiling, taking a moment to consider if he would really be giving into Jisung's needy ass.

"You're insufferable. Give me a second." The older muttered under his breath and Jisung jumped in excitement and rushed back to his room.

Gladly, Minho didn't take long to come as well, crawling into the bed beside Jisung. The younger gasped as his pants were tugged down without any hesitation, his dark eyes following Minho as the other was getting the bottle of lube and squeezing some into his hand before grabbing Jisung's hard cock.

"Fuck! You could've at least warmed it up a little! It's cold!" He hissed, but quickly sighed out at the nice firm grip around him. Minho's fingers knew exactly how to work him and the added lube made his hand glide smoothly and messily in the best way.

"Just deal with it, horny baby..." Minho said with a rather indifferent tone, but Jisung glanced at him and saw the dark eyes transfixed on his cock and he wondered if the older would actually want to do a little more.

That thought was immediately discarded as Minho's thumb rubbed into his slit, making Jisung moan loudly and buck his hips.

Minho really didn't have any intentions of dragging this out, pumping his fist with a fast hard rhythm, keeping up with Jisung's sounds and squirming body. 

"Haah, fuck, Min… feels so good..." Jisung couldn't help but groan and laugh a bit, thinking it was insane how even a quick handjob felt amazing when the older did it.

Blinking his eyes open, Jisung's breath hitched to see Minho had leaned down. He searched the other's eyes for a moment before propping himself up and crashing their lips together.

It was just like the handjob. Fast, hard and messy, Jisung moaned as their tongues slid together. Addicted to the taste of the other's mouth, Jisung moaned deeper, the hand on his cock not stopping and leaving his mind blank.

His hips stuttered as he felt close, too close and he noticed how Minho was about to pull away from the kiss, but Jisung needily craved him til the end, his hands reaching out and digging into dark hair to keep their lips connected.

Jisung came with hot spurts, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head behind his eyelids and he clung to the older as Minho finished the job perfectly, stroking him til the very last drop was out.

He fell limp to the bed, panting and licking his lips, smirking a little dazed at Minho who glanced at his now sticky hand and then looked at Jisung unimpressed.

"Well, that was for nothing."

Jisung scoffed. "Hey, don't be rude!"

"No, I mean… You ruined your nails." Minho took Jisung's wrist and held the hand up and indeed the nails were ruined with creases from when Jisung had buried them in Minho's hair. "Be glad that it wasn't too wet or I would've killed you for getting nail polish in my hair."

The older got up and left, Jisung staying behind dirty in bed, staring upset at his nails.

He would have to paint them again.

Oh well...Still worth it.

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It hurt to keep on smiling and laugh as he started walking back to their group of friends, holding a drink for him and his boyfriend.

Chan was next to him carrying three other drinks himself and chatting away about something work related, but Minho could barely focus.

His eyes were locked on Jisung who was leaning into Hyunjin with a smirk, his round eyes holding that mischief that had captivated Minho the very first time he met the younger.

His heart felt tight and he looked down to the floor before taking a deep breath and shaking his head.

Keep it together, you fool.

Finally joining the round again, he set Jisung's drink next to his hand, but the younger didn't right away look at him since he was busy laughing.

"Stop being dramatic, Jinnie! It's just a little stain, you're still looking like a sexy beast!" To emphasize, Jisung comically wiggled his eyebrows, making Felix and Seungmin laugh as well, like everything was a big joke. 

It was a joke, right?

Minho forced himself to smirk and slid a hand onto Jisung's shoulder before joining into the conversation.

"Seriously, Hyunjin, it's not like a stain will stop you from getting laid tonight."

"I know , bu- URGH! You all don't understand me!" The pretty man threw his hands in the air and Minho shook his head, leaning closer into Jisung.

Look at me.

Minho watched as Jisung now entertained himself with his drink, looking so effortlessly handsome and so hot with his arms exposed from the sleeveless shirt. 

Look. At. Me… Please.

"Thank for the beer, babe." Finally. Jisung's eyes looked up at him and Minho gave the younger a wink that Jisung replied with a laughter before his eyes drifted around the bar.

Minho felt his eyes do the same, holding a confident expression despite feeling anything but. 

They keep looking at him…

And it was true, he wasn't imagining it. Jisung always had people looking at him. He was just that magnetic with his heart-shaped smiles and attractive face. And body. And everything. 

And Jisung knew it. He knew he could have anybody he wanted and Minho couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek.

Was he enough? He should be, Jisung was dating him. Jisung was his.

Insecurity shifted into possessiveness and Minho slid his hand around Jisung's waist before letting it trail down to his ass. His fingers started slipping into the pocket of the black jeans, before he decided to just give the covered cheek a grope. And his hand stayed there.

Mine. 

Minho's face didn't give away any of his thoughts as he sipped on his drink, joining into conversation effortlessly. 

But he kept leaning into Jisung. Pressing his body closer. Letting his hand do the talking.

He glanced at his boyfriend when he felt an arm wrap around his waist.

Jisung's round eyes were on him, searching his face. Minho was for once having a hard time reading him. 

"Hey, we're calling it a night." Blinking surprised at Jisung's words, Minho tilted his head confused. But the other just smiled at him before waving off their friends complaining that they were leaving so soon.

Minho didn't say anything as Jisung paid and they walked out the bar, hand in hand. The night was cool and Jisung held him close, even when they were in the cab. The older felt his heart beating a bit harder as they approached Jisung's apartment building.

Keep me close.

And Jisung did. Jisung kept their bodies close when they walked into the building, held him when they were in the elevator, didn't let go when pushing the key into the lock.

Inside the tiny but comfortable home, Minho didn't have time to breathe before he was picked up. His legs instantly wrapped around Jisung's slim waist and he stared at the younger with big eyes before he closed them once lips met his.

Touch me.

Jisung kissed him with hungry passion as he carried Minho to the bedroom. Hands moved quickly to strip him, skin exposed under the moonlight coming from the window. 

Everywhere.

Minho gasped and arched as the other kissed down his body, making him mewl and shiver, needing to cover up his mouth because he didn't want to give away his heavy heart. 

"God, you're so gorgeous, Min..." Jisung's words made him arch as his most sensitive spots were worshipped. He was taking his time on each inch of skin, lips and hands brushing over all of his body. 

"So perfect..."

Please love me.

His touch felt like fire and the beautiful things coming out of Jisung's mouth were overwhelming him. As a tongue dragged along his cock with so much want, he couldn't help but moan, but the sound cracked with a sob.

Please love me like I love you.

Minho covered his face with his arms, hiding away tears that he couldn't hold in anymore. Jisung was right there with him , he shouldn't be afraid anymore. He bit back sniffles and cries as Jisung kept treating his body like it was the most precious thing. His fingers were so gentle, his mouth so warm.

"J-jisung..."

Something must have given away his doubts when he called the other's name. The warmth left him and he felt how hands touched his arms. He shook his head behind the protective barrier he created, sobbing now behind it.

"Min… Baby… Look at me."

Minho wanted to curl into himself for letting himself go like that. He didn't want Jisung to know the extent of his wavering heart.

"Look at me, please..."

Eventually, he stopped fighting and gave into the tug on his arms, letting his boyfriend look at him. Jisung's face held worry and all the care in the world. Minho felt how his cheeks were cupped and he could only cry more when his tears were kissed away.

"I'm here, baby, all is good… You have me."

He knew.

Minho wrapped himself around his boyfriend who only held him tighter. 

"Min, I'm yours."

He pulled away to look into Jisung's eyes, seeing the younger look at him with devotion.

"I love you to the moon and back, baby."

Minho sniffled and leaned his forehead against Jisung's, finally feeling the weight lifting off his shoulders.

"Love you too… Forever?"

He weakly whispered the last word out, the last of his insecurity hanging on it.

"Forever."

They loved each other the same.

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Minho felt his body tremble with equal amounts of excitement and fear as he stood hidden between the travellers. He swallowed thickly, his eyes big as he watched Jisung dance on stage.

The young ballet dancer was so effortless, so gracious and strong as he jumped and bowed, being guided by the loud strings of the orchestra.

He was perfect and deserved to have all eyes on him.

When Minho came back after recovering from a pulled tendon, he had been furious to know that Jisung had taken the lead male role for this year’s stage. Minho had arrived a week after the choice had been made and he intended to let his bitterness linger much longer than it actually then did.

Jisung was just too… himself. 

The older dancer had been swoon by heart-shaped grins and big eyes added with a fiery determination in Jisung’s being that was simply too attractive. Besides that, Jisung had trailed after him like a lost puppy, asking for guidance because Minho was the more experienced one.

Minho thought that Jisung surely didn’t give himself enough credit because he was by now more than familiar with the other’s talent. Jisung was a marvellous ballet dancer.

Just like he was a marvellous person. One that Minho fell helplessly in love with.

And the extent of his love made him stand here despite the next scene not being his. It was meant for Jisung and the lovely girl leading this play with him.

A lovely girl that stood by his side with an immense support he never imagined anyone to have for the absolute madness he was about to throw himself into.

“Minho, are you sure you want to do this? You’re really pale...” The worry in her soft voice made the man waver for a second, his eyes still glued though on Jisung’s fierce expression.

“I...I do. I know how much he wished we could do that. Together.”

“I mean, it’s still a tremendous risk… It’s not surprising that you’re nervous now.”

Minho chuckled humourlessly. “I have everything planned to have him covered. He loves the stage and I don’t want to take that from him.”

“And what about you?” The girl tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes before he looked herself to the young dancer on stage.

“I love the stage, but… I found something I love more than that. You’ll see it.” He smiled fondly. “If he doesn’t waver, we’ll dance the gift I gave him.”

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Choreography!?” She gasped and smiled. “I always knew you had a knack for it. I’m happy to hear you want to go that way… And now I selfishly encourage you to go because I’m thrilled to watch your dance.”

Minho chuckled and shook his limbs and reached out for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you again.” He smiled and she just waved a hand.

“I’m a hopeless romantic, you know that...But now… Merde!” She tapped his shoulder and Minho’s breath hitched.

It was time.

His heart raced as he took the first steps. Madness, complete madness.

But he knew the second he saw Jisung’s widened confused eyes shape into crescents as a big heart-shaped smile appeared that he was choosing the right madness.

Minho leaped with confidence into the entrée. His body lines were elegant as he teased around the other dancer, who played his part with gentle hands following him as if to want to take hold of the older.

The playfulness of their characters quickly guided them into the adagio. Now Jisung held Minho close, their noses nearly brushing as they slowed down the play and guided themselves into simmering passion. They were each other’s supports, guiding turns and dips, their dance a fascinating twist of the traditional feminine and masculine. Unique. Their own. 

Jisung’s eyes glittered with so much emotion whenever he lifted Minho and stared into his. Minho felt featherlight in the younger’s hold, a trust placed in those strong arms that only true love could carry. 

Their hands held tightly together, they stepped back from each other, their fingertips connected until the very last possible moment, showing the unwillingness of the couple to stay apart as they dove into the variations.

Minho started first, throwing the delicateness to be replaced by his own talent and strength as he moved powerfully. Ever charismatic, his solo enraptured and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Jisung nearly lose himself from watching him. There was a reason he often led the plays before and he proved it now all the same.

But during Jisung’s turn the younger didn’t stay behind and Minho was the one who had to be careful to not miss his own mark. Jisung’s leaps were impeccable. His body seemed to float in the air in a spectacular display of his talent.  Minho found himself falling completely in love all over again as the young ballet dancer had all of his focus on him. 

The theatre was full, thinking that this dance was for their entertainment but they had no idea that they were more closely partaking of a voyeuristic enjoyment by watching this intimate display of love through dance.

Desperate to reach climax, their hands and bodies found each other as they recapitulated their story. The coda Minho choreographed was the peak of everything Jisung and he represented. It was euphoric and passionate, cathartic due to how much they opened their hearts to each other with every controlled move. The world faded as their bodies melded into each other, supporting and being supported. Grand adoration until the very last steps of their own pas de deux.

There was no more fear in Minho as sank deep into Jisung’s gaze that assured him that the younger man had never been happier.

And as their own little world crumbled to let reality catch up to them, the sound of fervent applauding reassured them that everything was going to be alright.

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They were friends.

Jisung laughed as he leaned back further into Minho, his body curling up as he let his head fall back onto the older's shoulder. Minho laughed too, both of them having a great time watching the low-budget horror movie. Jisung felt Minho's arms squeeze tighter around his waist and he wheezed the last of his chuckles, focusing on the television as he felt his friend's soothing heartbeat against his chest.

They were best friends.

Minho looked up as Jisung came running up to him, waving a stack of papers in the air. The younger jumped into his arms and he effortlessly held the boy up, Jisung aiding him by wrapping his legs around Minho's waist. Highest grade in his class and Minho felt like he had been the one getting a perfect score when he watched Jisung smile. The cheek beneath his lips felt soft as he kissed it, the touch rewarding him with happy giggles. Jisung beamed at him and Minho promised him to buy him cheesecake.

The bestest of friends.

Jisung yawned and pressed his face into Minho's neck as the older cooked them dinner. His cold hands sneaked under Minho's shirt, making the other complain and Jisung smile as nothing was done for him to remove his exploring fingers. The younger sighed simply out of comfort, letting his lips rest against the warm skin of Minho's throat as the older struggled to move around the kitchen with a squirrel clinging to him.

Best friends forever.

Minho crawled closer to Jisung and tugged the other towards his body, spooning him. The younger tugged the bed sheets over them, snuggling himself into the other without hesitation. Minho hummed and buried his face into hair that smelled like his shampoo as his legs wiggled themselves to tangle up with Jisung's. He felt warm, he felt right as sleep made his eyelids heavy and with the last of his energy he kissed the younger's head.

Friends through thick and thin.

Jisung opened his eyes and rolled on top of Minho with a groan while hiding his face into his neck. The extra weight made the older grunt and awake, a hand placing itself on Jisung's lower back as wakefulness was a torturous reality they had to face. With a sigh, Jisung propped himself up, looking down at Minho who sleepily smiled at him. Jisung smiled back and dipped his head, feeling warm and fuzzy as he pressed his lips to Minho's. As he pulls back, he has to blink as realisation hits him of what he had just done. 

Friends… right?

Minho felt how his eyes were wide, staring up at Jisung. His lips tingled as the silence stretched between them. His heart was beating a little faster as his fingers dug into the younger's hair, tugging him back down to connect their lips again. They moved slow and lazy, keeping it chaste as Jisung shifted to straddle him, laying more comfortable on the older. Minho sighed with satisfaction as his hands slid down the other's back to hold him closer.

Yes, friends.

Jisung parted his lips at the same time Minho did and he didn't wait to slip his tongue inside the older's mouth. Licking wantonly, he shivered at the taste before tilting his head to kissing Minho even deeper. Basking on how good it felt, Jisung pressed his body even more against Minho's, brows tilting up as teeth caught his bottom lip and tugged. He barely pulled away, breathing a bit heavier and he opened his eyes to meet with dark ones. Reddened lips curled into fond smiles and they chuckled as their foreheads touched. Their hearts beat in unison, the sound of them soothing any possible worry. It all was clear.

They were boyfriends.

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Red stained lips wrapped around the sucker and Jisung was completely lost. 

His tie felt far too tight, his hands were clammy and he was frozen where he stood. He shouldn't be staring but, either way, he was.

He should have turned around but those sharp cat-like eyes caught him before he could...

A small smirk appeared on the spit slick lips and the man ran a hand through his fiery hair.

Red, so much red. 

Jisung didn't even think when he walked towards him, he barely could hear what he himself said and what Minho replied. He just knew he was eventually slipping his Rolex over the other's thin wrist and then they were walking to his car.

As the younger drove, he was sweating, the heat emanating from the man on the passenger seat was too scorching, especially when his tongue rolled over the red lollipop.

So red, so sweet.

Intoxicating.

Minho was giving him a high that Jisung didn't ever allow himself to have. His life was controlled to the very dot, but here he was now, on his bed at the mercy of the man in red.

All it took was a single payment for the devil to take the reins to Jisung's pleasure. 

He was a mess, pliant and drooling, his own tongue tasting cherry and sugar after Minho slipped the candy into his mouth. And that same candy was now sliding down his body, rolling with its stickiness over his sensitive spots. 

Jisung had paid Minho to take even more of him. All of him.

Whining and trembling as the lollipop slid into him, the other man's tongue close to it, driving Jisung absolutely insane.

His insides were painted red, red, red…

The only moment of mercy he was given was when he was allowed to dig his fingers into flaming strands and he could only keen in pleasure as Minho burned him alive. 

In and out, in and out. Jisung was boiling.

Minho laughed in red as the younger fell apart. Minho's ears were red when he used Jisung's body as he wished.

All of it was in Minho's control. All of Jisung.

There wasn't a trace of dignity in him anymore and he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was how the other man typed his phone number into Jisung's phone. How he leaned to his ear and whispered his last words before leaving.

"Next time you call me, baby boy, pay me with cherry lollipops."

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He had to laugh at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him was pathetic, pitiful.

Not that anyone knew that but him. 

Seungmin snorted, staring himself in the eyes, seeing the void in them that kept getting bigger and bigger. 

He wished things weren't like this… Wished he could do something about it.

The problem was.. It was completely out of his control.

Because Minho had his heart in his pocket and the older didn't even know the poor little thing was getting battered and bruised in there with each day.

Only keys and a cellphone keeping it company.

Seungmin didn't know when his eyes started lingering on Minho. Sure, the man was as handsome as one could get and he had this odd charm about him, but let's be honest, he was a pain in the ass to the younger.

His teasing was sometimes on the edge of being cruel and Seungmin had been rightfully upset a good amount of times.

He also didn't know when he started desperately craving all of that as well. The teasing. Seeing Minho smirk pleased at himself at Seungmin's expense.

The younger sighed, fingertips brushing over his skinny arms and his chest squeezed when he wondered if maybe if he bulked up a little, the older would look at him a little bit more interested.

God, he was a fool.

Of course he wouldn't. It wasn't about his body.

It simply was that he wasn't … Jisung.

Frustrated at himself, Seungmin pulled his shirt over his head, toweling his hair dry as he stepped out of the bathroom, not handling to stare at himself any further since to him he was as transparent as a window glass. 

Walking to the living room, his steps slowed down as he heard laughter and loud voices. With a deep sigh, his face shifted into mild curiosity and nothing else as he looked at the other members. 

Unavoidably, his eyes drifted to Minho.

He was laughing, his eyes twinkling. He was glowing as he watched Jisung clowning around about whatever topic. 

Seungmin felt like throwing up, but he couldn't look away. 

He must have been a masochist from how he kept on watching the scene over and over again. 

Watched over and over again how Minho fell in love with the rapper. Every day a little more, Seungmin could even see how Minho's heart skipped and how he became subtly breathless with the overwhelming fondness. He could see how the older's tongue slipped to lick over plush lips, the desire to tug Jisung closer and kiss the air out of him.

There was so much desire, so much want, so much love and Seungmin felt the back of his eyes burning. 

Jisung was leaning closer to Minho, lips pouting out and eyes wide as he played with the other. Unbearably close.

"Are you two finally going to kiss?"

Seungmin didn't even know why the fuck those words slipped out of him. He masked everything with an unimpressed face as he stared at the two. Jisung laughed and pouted his lips out more as if going for it and Minho snorted, pushing the other away. But Seungmin saw the subtle change in color in the older's ears and how the stars in his eyes danced as if trying to send a message that god, yes, please I want to kiss him.

Minho was so fucking beautiful when in love.

He should leave the room, go to the kitchen and get himself dinner. His feet, however, carried him over to the couch, opposite to the two.

Just to torture himself a little longer. Just to watch Minho's face shine with the feelings that Jisung was an idiot to not see. 

But Seungmin saw. It was his to keep. A little while longer, before Jisung realized and took all of the love for himself completely.

All of pretty Minho that Seungmin wished to have, but he knew he couldn't.

He could only hope that one day, the older would take the little forgotten heart in his pocket and gently give it back to Seungmin.

Maybe that day, the younger would finally be able to stop seeing the fondness in Minho's eyes.

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That's who they were.

Jisung and Minho. Soulmates, right?

Of course.

The camera was on and they had to take deep breaths. Control themselves no matter how hard it was.

Close and closer.

Bold and bolder.

Smiles, jokes, touches… All wrapped together in their beautiful friendship façade. All the others knew, knew too well. Especially Seungmin always, always, had to bring it up.

Teasing them, making fun of them.

Closer, even closer.

With everyone already seeing it, boundaries were being pushed.

The fine line of friends and lovers.

It had all started as a joke and now they had to keep their expressions schooled to not give everything away.

No matter…

How…

Hard it was.

The closest ever.

On stage, right there. 

Cameras on. 

Don't let it slip, don't throw it all away.

They couldn't.

Trapped together.

Cameras off.

Minho's face fell flat as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Where was his cellphone?

Jisung sunk into the couch, closing his eyes and trying to block the members laughing. Teasing. Mocking.

Their eyes met. The intensity between them burning. They felt hot, fever hot, sounds around them becoming noise as the fire in their eyes grew bigger and bigger.

Snap.

"I fucking hate that I have to breathe the same air as you. Don't come that fucking close to me again." Minho growled.

Crackle.

Jisung had to roll and scoff. "You think I want to do that shit? Fuck off."

Burn to ashes.

To fucking hell with who invented fan-service.

To fucking hell who thought that they had to play this role when they could barely stand each other.

Just dust.

One day they would lose control on camera and really show what kind of 'lovers' they really were.

Because they weren't even friends anymore.

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When I first saw you, I was stunned…

Changbin dropped back onto the sad excuse of a bed. He grunted before laughing as Minho rolled his eyes at him.

Sparks. Tension. Overload. You caught me.

"Bin, c'mon! We have to clock out before 11!"

The older complained and Changbin hummed, smiling as he closed his eyes. Wow, the world was dizzying. He shouldn't have drank that last bit of whiskey 

You caught me, my love…

"Ugh, I'm too fucking drunk, Min."

"Well, that's not my fault. Get up! Let's go!"

With a huff, Changbin got up, glaring at Minho before giggling. He knew the other was annoyed, but he could also see the slight tilt on the corner of his lips.

Baby, you sway me so, sway me to your song.

He decided to not be so difficult, stumbling a bit over his legs as he picked up his bag. Minho chuckled at him and ushered him out of the hotel room.

"I'll be waiting outside, I need a smoke." 

Changbin hummed fondly and nodded, watching Minho's form walking in front of him before he moved to the dimly lit counter.

As Minho told him to, he gave the keys back and paid their stay before stepping outside into the chilly night. 

Lovely, you're so lovely...

Minho was looking at the stars with a smile.

"Let's go!"

Changbin laughed as Minho smiled at him and just skipped the first step in excitement. They were on the move.

Sweet and loving...

They were giggling and talking in this small town. Walking through the streets, Changbin listened to little stories Minho told about this and that. Pointing excitedly, reminiscing.

They were in Minho's hometown after all.

You gave yourself to me and I made you mine.

Changbin wrapped his arms around himself, shivering a bit as they approached the fence.

"C'mon! You said you wanted to come here!" Minho whined again and the younger stared ahead. 

Yeah, he wanted to come here, but maybe not at night.

Minho jumped over the fence and after some hesitation, Changbin followed him.

You made me yours, I made you mine.

It was deadly silent, the two of them not speaking as they walked between the stones.

The dry grass crunched beneath them as they sneaked and Changbin could smell the scent of roses.

All mine…

"It's there, c'mon!"

Minho kept rushing him and Changbin struggled to keep up in his still slight drunken daze.

The older ran ahead and stopped near one of the gravestones.

Selfish, selfish. 

His steps slowed the closer he got, taking in a shaky breath as he stood beside Minho.

The two of them were silent as they looked at the pretty fresh flowers.

I took you all for me.

"You had something to say, yeah?" 

Changbin tensed up and looked at the other man. Minho was beautiful as ever, body fully turned to him.

"I…"

Took you just for me.

"I'm sorry."

Minho hummed with a small smile. His eyes filled with stars before he looked down. Down to the grave.

Changbin felt just as small as that smile.

Took you from everyone.

"It's okay… I think I've tortured enough after all."

Minho chuckled humourlessly and he crouched down, fingers brushing over the engraving. Changbin's eyes filled up.

"I'm sorry."

I thought you would be mine…

"It's okay, baby."

Changbin shook his head and the tears overflowed. He shouldn't have come here while drunk. It always made him too emotional.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

I took you away…

"It's okay."

But it wasn't. It wasn't okay even if Minho said it was, even if this mirage told Changbin he forgave him.

Away from myself…

Changbin felt himself crumble to the ground, kneeling and pressing his forehead to the cool hard stone. It contrasted to how hot the tears streaked his cheeks.

"I'm sorry!"

And you are no more.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry, please…"

So sweet and loving, but no more.

Changbin was alone and Minho was no more.

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When Changbin stepped into his boyfriend's apartment and saw the damn ice castle the place had become, his first reaction was to panic.

Dropping his bag by the entry, he rushed to find the other, worry filling him because Minho's powers only lashed out like this when he was either angry or in pain.

"Minho?" Changbin called the other's name as he looked into the bedroom, shoulders falling as he saw the other man bundled up in blankets in all his pouty glory, looking like he was about to murder the phone he was glaring at.

The glare turned up to Changbin and there was the slight want to turn around and leave - don't blame him, Minho might be a sweetheart but his intense eyes were still as chilling as his powers - when the older softened and straight out whined.

The sound made the younger kick off his boots and crawl onto the bed, grimacing at the thin frost crackling under him as he curled around the other.

"What's up? You froze the whole place…"

"Fucking cramps. Fucking sucks, urgh…" 

Ohhh, it was that time of the month, Changbin had forgotten about that again.

"Ah no…" He cooed softly, earning himself a huff, but he decided to warm up his body, focusing the heat mostly on his palm. He then sneaked his hand under the blankets to rub gently along Minho's lower back. "It's been a while since it hit you this hard, hm?"

"Usually I just gotta deal with migraines…" The older huffed again and pressed his face against Changbin's neck, seeking for all the warmth he was providing.

"Isn't it counterproductive to turn the place into a freezer, tho?"

"I can't focus on shit. You try bleeding out the whole red sea and having your insides wanting to kill you. You would burn the whole neighbourhood down." Minho muttered annoyed, but he was still very whiny. Cute.

Changbin couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the times he was in pain and how his own fiery powers slipped out of his control. 

He was very quickly snapped out of it though, because his mild amusement was taken the wrong way and Minho punched his chest.

"Don't laugh at my misery. Do you want to get spanked?" 

"Ohhhh, yes please, Daddy~" Changbin teased and that made the other man pull out of his hiding spot, staring at the younger, who just raised one eyebrow.

" Don't."

Changbin's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't what… Daddy?"

Minho growled and threw himself on top of Changbin, halfway smothering him.

"If I wasn't currently dying, your ass would be done for." The older man groaned and curled his fingers into Changbin's dark hair, tugging it softly.

"Hmm, I've read one time that having sex helps, y'know?" 

Changbin smirked a little at the silent pause, blinking up to Minho who stared back down with an unreadable expression.

"That's bullshit."

"We never tried!"

Minho huffed, squinting his eyes. "It's gonna be a mess."

The younger one snorted and looked around.

"Like your whole apartment won't be a mess once the ice melts."

Another pause.

"Well… Want to help me with melting everything down then, baby?" Minho whispered, wearing a small smirk as well.

" With pleasure, Daddy~ "

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The first time the fox saw the boy cry, it was about two weeks after the horse farm had gotten a little chicken coop for the children to take care of.

The boy with the bright hair and stars on his face was sobbing inconsolably when he found out that his favourite chicken had vanished and the fox felt rather guilty because that bird was now stuffing his belly.

There was something about this human that made him so unique - maybe it was his starry skin - but the fox decided that to keep the chickens of the horse farm protected from other foxes, so the boy wouldn't cry again.

Several years passed and the fox was still mischievous as ever in his endeavours of protecting the chickens and horses and by now bunnies and ducks. He was going about one of his rounds when he saw the boy crying again.

The little one was mumbling to himself, something about hating the stars on his skin that the fox now got to know were called freckles . Feeling curious, but also very much heartbroken at the tears, he sneaked closer.

The boy hitched and held his breath, eyes wide as he spotted the fox. Unsure of what to really do, the animal hesitated. Approaching humans was a foolish idea. However, he had seen how sweet the boy was to the horses he rode. How much love he held for all the creatures he touched and, with the hopes of being treated just as sweetly, the fox came closer.

That was the second time the fox saw the boy crying and the first time he consoled him.

From then on, the fox really couldn't count how many times he did both. But when the boy cried, the fox was there for him.

They met again and again until the fox was Innie and the boy was Felix .

They became friends and grew together, exploring the woods around the farms. Every day with Felix was brand new, joyous and Innie couldn't help but think the boy was like the sun, wading clouds away and making the grass greener.

Felix kept Innie his secret, well aware that other humans wouldn't quite appreciate his animal friend and Innie was trying just as much to keep other curious foxes away from the boy.

They were each other's.

One day, Felix was crying again, Innie crawling onto his lap to lick the tears away from the stars, when he wished for something.

"I wish you were like me so we could hang out all the time. You're my only friend…"

Innie stared at Felix, aching to not be able to do anything about his sorrow.

But maybe… 

Hopping off of Felix, the fox first circled him before nudging his hand. The boy giggled confused, but then yelped in surprise after he got bitten. 

"Ow! Innie! Why did you do that!?" Felix cradled his hand, peeking and gasping as he saw blood. His bottom lip wobbled, more tears springing from his eyes, leaving the fox panicking.

It was meant to just be a little something that Felix could have of his to always keep around! A little mark! 

Innie cried himself, coming closer and whining more as Felix backed a bit away. But their friendship was gladly stronger than that and eventually the boy let the fox lick over the bite gently. Apologetic.

They didn't leave on best terms that day and Innie was honestly thinking he had made a big mistake. He had good intentions but he regretted doing it because he couldn't explain. 

He wished too, he were human, so he could've given Felix something more, something the boy would understand. They've been understanding each other perfectly until this moment after all. 

Felix took longer to come visit again, the fox believing he might have scared his best friend away. 

However, the boy appeared eventually. 

They stared at each other, both seemingly hesitant. 

A human and a fox. Two worlds apart. Their friendship was doomed from the start, right? 

Felix spread his arms though, and his tears as always appeared.

"I missed you, Innie…"

And the fox didn't hesitate to jump into his arms and lick the tears away, tail wagging.

He knew Felix still didn't understand the little mark on his hand that was still healing, but Innie hoped that the day Felix stopped crying and the bite was just a scar…

Felix would understand that Innie just wanted him to have something to remind him that his best friend would always be waiting for him here in the woods.

Waiting to let him know that his stars on his cheeks were the prettiest thing in the whole wide world.

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Jisung was standing by the window, elbows leaned against the window sill as his eyes stared off into bright nothing.

His fingers fiddled with his rings, the jitters in his body slowly coming back as usual. He sighed and turned around, rubbing his naked chest a bit before he opened a drawer and picked up a pre-rolled joint. He then turned back to the window.

Smoking helped the jitters. Smoking helped the anxiety.

Smoking helped with the dull blues.

He rolled his head, neck cracking and he grimaced a bit before sighing and closing his eyes.

Listening to the faint sounds of someone in his kitchen getting some coffee done.

He felt tired despite the long night of sleep. Honestly, it wasn't surprising because all of his body still felt sore.

He preferred the night. 

The problem was always the morning that followed after.

The blunt on his lips felt heavy, but he kept taking drag after drag until his body relaxed and his head felt fuzzy.

Jisung blinked lazily as he felt someone putting the cap over his bedhead. 

"Morning, handsome." 

A soft giggle.

He lolled his head to stare dazed into starry eyes, his smile taking a moment to curl on his lips.

"Morning, pretty." 

Jisung chuckled as he let himself be tugged to sit down, crossing his legs so Minho could crawl into his lap.

The other man felt so warm in the big cozy sweater, but he had to smirk as he noticed that his boyfriend still hadn't gotten into his underwear.

But the amusement was soon gone again and he sighed heavily. Minho took the joint from his fingers and put it aside.

Minho never asked. Minho always knew.

Always knew when the blues were a little duller.

Jisung felt fingers touching his cheeks, stroking the rough texture of the bit of stubble. His own hands reached out to hold onto the other man.

They stared at each other quietly and Minho smiled before leaning in.

Jisung had expected a kiss, but not exactly on his nose.

A small confused chuckle slipped out of him and Minho grinned playfully.

For a moment, Jisung had to hold his breath because just the other's presence this morning shifted something.

It was odd to see it.

See the blues brightening up, saturating.

Frowning, he clung to Minho a bit tighter, staring deeper into his dark eyes.

"Hm?" Minho blinked a few times.

"I love you." Jisung whispered quietly between them.

The older shook his head a bit, pink dusting his cheeks.

Pink.

"Love you too." 

The dull blues turned brighter. 

Jisung liked mornings like these, liked mornings with Minho.

Bright blues turned pink.

Minho made Jisung's mornings more bearable.

Pinks that might one day turn rainbow.

Minho made Jisung feel better.

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It was so funny, everything was so funny.

Minho had to laugh at himself when he rewatched their performances and he saw himself pulling faces at the silliness. He laughed when he watched the hilarious jokes between him and Jisung.

It was just so funny.

Surely, Jisung found it funny too, how he leaned in for kisses, how he couldn't hold back a smile after a cheeky butt pat.

Fun-ny.

It was so funny that Minho started getting carried away, not having thought with foresight enough of what his actions would mean. Minho had never expected that he would have to start deconstructing all of their games.

Because it was just so funny .

But he had to say that it wasn't him who liked Jisung, it was Jisung who liked him. Minho had to turn his face and scoff in disgust whenever the younger puckered his lips.

Again and again, no matter how funny it was he had to keep on saying no.

No to this, no to that.

It was meant to just be funny.

Jisung still laughed and he laughed a lot . He had fun with these silly games.

Yeah, it still kinda was. Funny, that is.

Minho had just now realised it was a whole different kind of funny .

Staring at the screen of the phone in his hand, he laughed. He laughed as he activated the capslock to type two letters. He laughed as he pressed send.

NO.

Minho fucking laughed.

Fuck.

He hoped that if he said no enough times he would stop feeling like this.

Kinda funny , yeah?

No.

It was fucking funny how he started loving Jisung.

No.

Funny how everything was still just a big joke to the younger.

No.

It was so funny how Minho became the fucking joke.

The best fucking joke of the century.

So fucking funny.

Minho laughed at himself.

And Jisung just kept laughing at Minho.

Hilarious.

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"You want me to what?" Minho breathed heavily in disbelief, burning thighs halting their movement.

Not many things that came out of Jisung's loudmouth would ever make Minho stop bouncing on his boyfriend's dick. He loved riding Jisung (and his fucking godsent cock) far too much to let himself get carried away when the younger babbled his nonsensical dirty talk or brought up small naughty requests he wanted to hear Minho say or have him do.

However, this time it got his attention. 

Minho watched the other whine and cover his blushing face.

"I-I don't know! Just give them a slap!"

"No, no, no. Sung. Use all the words you said before." Minho smirked in amusement and pulled Jisung's arms away, so the younger couldn't hide.

Fuck. The embarrassed glare was adorable.

"It was a poor choice of words in the heat of the moment!"

"Oh, don't pull that card on me. You've said worse things. Now c'mon. Say it again."

Just to fuel the situation, Minho resumed rolling his hips, biting back a moan of his own as Jisung threw his head back and sighed out in pleasure.

"C'mon, baby~ Use that pretty mouth~" Minho sing-sang, teasingly, sliding his fingers up over the other's abs, close to where Jisung actually wanted the touch.

"F-fuck, Min!" 

Minho arched and got back to fucking himself on the other's cock, biting his bottom lip and humming low.

"Hmm, I'll only do it if you say it, baby…" 

He was having too much fun watching Jisung struggle. He could see the younger dipping further into the heat, his face slowly losing that embarrassed flush and eyes filling with the want to just succumb to what he wished Minho to do.

"S-shit...God, I hate you."

"Nah, you love me and you want me to…"  Minho left the rest of the sentence fade, urging the other man to just say it.

"Hng, w-want you to spank my tits, Min."

It shouldn't be hot. Never. Jisung's words were fucking cringy.

But Minho was so fucking whipped for his boyfriend's awkward dirty talk that he couldn't help but feel his dick twitch.

And to reward Jisung, he did want the other requested.

He slapped down hard on one of the pecs, Jisung's hips bucking up and he moaned so damn loud. His fingers dug into the firmness of the younger's chest, nearly drooling from feeling the beautiful curve of the trained muscle.

Minho lifted his hand again and landed another sharp hit, hissing as his boyfriend's whole body reacted to the pain.

The tanned skin slowly became red and he rubbed over it soothingly before slapping the other side, Jisung becoming a whimpery mess.

Minho didn't resist. He pretty much groped the other, squeezing the pecs together, groaning at the pretty line that formed between them.

"Fuck, your tits are getting so fucking huge, Sung. I think you can even give me a titjob." He chuckled, digging his nails a bit into the taunt skin, dragging them and loving how white lines became pink welts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, d-don't say that..." Jisung was thrusting up erratically into him and Minho's eyes fluttered shut as they rolled back from the intensity. 

"Hm, g-gonna cum all over your tits, baby..." Minho moaned out, curling his fingers around his dick to stroke it rather mercilessly, keeping himself barely focused to keep it pointed to where he wanted the stickiness to land.

Jisung really didn't need much more and straight out released into Minho after his hips pitifully stuttered. It was cute how intensely he came, his eyes glittery with unshed tears as he stared up to Minho as the older kept bouncing.

Until he came himself, cum covering the red sensitive skin of Jisung's chest and some of his chin. 

They both breathed harshly, coming slowly down. Minho had to smirk though, and lean to whisper into Jisung's ear.

"Guess I'm a boobs over ass kinda guy now."

He wasn't even mad when Jisung threw him off and tried to smother him with a pillow.

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A single two letter word.

Whoever wanted could deny it, accept it, whatever.

Minho knew what was behind it.

It was funny that even the man beneath him had no idea.

Jisung was a sobbing needy mess, drooling on the older's fingers, his eyes begging for Minho to just do anything to him.

"Please…"

"No."

The younger choked another sob out, his fingers digging into Minho's thighs that were straddling him.

The older could only smirk, tilting his head a bit as he slid his fingers further, down the other's throat.

A shiver ran down his spine just thinking how everyone would be able to hear he rasp in Jisung's voice the next day from the way his fingertips reached deep inside.

Another please around his fingers.

Another no and the younger gagged.

Jisung was trembling and Minho felt how rock hard he was against his ass.

And he didn't do anything to ease the pressure, to give him anything of use to his release.

The younger wasn't even allowed to rut up against him like he desperately wanted. He was only allowed to keep sucking on the digits like some needy slut. 

And oh, he was allowed to cry and beg how much he desired.

But Minho wasn't interested in giving him anything else.

More please.

More no.

The corners of Jisung's mouth were red as Minho kept shoving four of his fingers mercilessly inside, watching how the other's lips stretched around them.

Feeling the throat contract and Jisung even coughed from the roughness, didn't make him stop. Minho bit into his bottom lip to hold back a chuckle as tears streamed out of the other's eyes as he fought with all he had to not pull away and retch.

Please.

No.

It was rather pathetic how Jisung came in his pants just from having his mouth roughly finger-fucked. Both of them knew it was embarrassing and Minho was aware that the last tears the younger shed were more out of shame than pleasure.

But he didn't have an ounce of guilt in him because along with the shame came a dazed expression that Jisung only showed to him.

This was his favourite Jisung.

And his Jisung wasn't his pretty little lover.

No.

He was his little pretty thing to ruin.

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Minho tensed up as he felt fingers digging into his waist and a body pressing up against his back. Lips brushed over the long brunette strands before moving against his ear.

"Invite him over. I already know you fuck him behind my back, I might as well make use of it." 

Seungmin's words were whispered into his ear and Minho shivered.

Shivered more when his husband stepped away like he hadn't just told Minho to bring his affair over.

He shouldn't do that.

But he would.

He wanted to make this marriage work somehow. 

Maybe this was the solution.

…

And it was.

Minho arched and moaned high and long, body covered in sweat as his fingers dug into his silken sheets. Jisung fucked him hard, making him cry as he pounded into his body, making use of it in a way nobody ever did before.

The blonde fucked him stupid, Minho could only mewl pathetically and drool as his eyes rolled back.

But what really was driving him insane were the chuckles coming from the seat close by the bed. 

His dazed eyes dared to glance at his husband, sitting with his legs crossed and a wine glass in hand, looking impeccable while Minho was a filthy mess.

Seungmin didn't look in the least bothered when Minho was manhandled by Jisung, pushed into the mattress, and treated like a cheap fuckdoll.

No, he wasn't bothered, he was revelling in it.

"You should fuck the slut harder, Sung. He can take it."

Minho felt how hearing Seungmin speak like that, turned Jisung on.

"H-hah, shit, yeah, he can. Right, Min?" 

Minho keened as he was bent in half and Jisung thrust harder into him.

"You don't have to ask him, just make him take it."

God, Seungmin was so cruel.

Minho wouldn't be able to walk for days from the way he was making Jisung fuck him.

He was already so close, he knew Jisung wasn't much better.

"P-please!"

Seungmin laughed and got up after hearing Minho beg. The older knew he looked pathetic with the way the tears of pleasure streaked his cheeks. 

Minho felt fingers curling into his hair, yanking his head back.

His heart raced as he looked into Seungmin's eyes.

As he saw what was in them.

"Cum, you dumb little cheating whore."

And Minho did.

He did because of the cock in him, did because of the filthy words.

But he mostly did it because he saw the roaring flames of love in Seungmin's eyes again.

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The mouthwatering scent was the first thing Jisung noticed when he stepped into their apartment. He smirked pleased to himself, loving coming home to this certain odd type of domesticity.

Minho and he were everything but domestic despite living together for three years already.

They were too wild, too dark, threatening on too crazy.

Jisung dropped his leather jacket by the entry, kicking his heavy boots as well as he tongued one of his lip rings. The apartment was dark, a faint warm light coming from the kitchen, luring him to go there.

And he did because there was no reason not to.

"Special occasion?" 

He couldn't help but tease with a slight tone of curiosity as he saw Minho sitting at their small but neatly set dining table, the room lit by candlelight.

Jisung noted his boyfriend blinking slowly, lips giving a delayed smile as the younger sat down at the opposite side of the older.

"Steak, huh? I either did something very right or I forgot one of our anniversaries." Jisung chuckled, eyeing his inked up lover brushing his fingers along a glass of wine he had poured for himself.

"Hm, just wanted to do something nice."

Jisung allowed himself to soften, sighing a little as he picked up the fork. The single candle flame was barely enough to light his food, he just saw how dark and juicy the meat on his plate was.

"You're too sweet on me, pretty." 

Minho only nodded, his eyes fixed on Jisung as the younger began to eat.

The steak tasted odd, much stronger and the sauce along with it was far too familiar. Like iron. 

Jisung noticed how chewy the meat was and it nearly felt like he wouldn't quite manage to get through it, but Minho's intense eyes made the younger swallow a far too big bite anyways.

The more he ate, the more his brain kept trying to alert him that he somehow knew the taste. 

His body reacted before he could even really catch up.

He was hard in his dark jeans and he dropped the cutlery to pick the rest of the steak with his hands, tearing through it like an animal. As he chewed nastily on the last bites, his fingers slid along the dark sauce on his plate, craving the bloody taste of it.

His eyes searched Minho, questioning because none of the few bandages on his inked up arms seemed new. 

Jisung licked his lips, far too hungry, sucking then on his fingers, greedy for more of the taste.

Minho's taste.

They had already engaged enough in blood play for Jisung to know it. He stared at Minho, whose eyelashes fluttered.

Jisung was so damn horny for his freaky lover.

He got up, still licking along his fingers as he loomed over Minho, the man sighing like he had been waiting all this time for Jisung to come close. 

Minho felt cold when Jisung pressed his open mouth against his neck, biting, licking, sucking harshly. 

The older moaned weakly and leaned his head back to give the other more access, Jisung taking all he was given, nipping hard onto the tattooed skin until it broke and he tasted more of that familiar iron.

Minho was so fucking cold.

Jisung dug his fingers into dark hair and pulled the other's head back with force, crashing his lips against Minho's.

He kissed him hard, feeling how his lover was barely able to keep up. Roaming his tongue along the inside of his mouth he let his free hand brush down Minho's chest, groping one of the firm pecs before he travelled lower.

Jisung froze as his fingers felt none of the familiar hardness.

He felt nothing. Nothing was there .

Nothing but…

Squelch .

Warm wetness.

He pulled slowly away from Minho's lips and looked into the older's fading eyes.

"Pretty, where's your cock?"

Jisung whispered as his fingers shakily fumbled with Minho's belt. The other only chuckled, smirking tilted. Sick.

"Baby, what do you think you had for dinner?"

Minho was too wild, too dark, too crazy.

Jisung pressed his forehead against Minho's, gritting his teeth, his stomach churning as something disgusting bubbled up in him.

"You're bleeding out."

He was replied with a hum as his finger hesitantly dipped below Minho's waistband, making the older cry out in pain.

So warm, so wet.

"J-just fuck me b-before I'm gone, Jisung."

Minho was beyond crazy.

And Jisung wasn't that much further behind as he picked up his slowly dying lover and carried him to the bedroom.

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Glittering.

Minho has always loved pretty beautiful things. He liked when they had a hint of cute too. Pretty things made him happy, brought him comfort.

He adored looking at things that made him swoon just from the sight.

Sparkling.

One of the prettiest things he managed to get and have around him was Jisung.

He was so lucky to have him.

His cute heart-shaped everything, soft fluffy and pretty. Beautiful too when styled to perfection.

Minho often caught himself just staring because Jisung was just so pretty it made him inexplicably happy.

Shining.

And he adored that Jisung allowed him to turn him even prettier.

Jisung's tanned skin flushed, his eyelashes fluttering and lips parted as Minho decorated him.

The small soft gasps as Minho tugged around him, wrapped him in more beauty, in more shine.

Jisung looked so beautiful when he looked at Minho with shivering want the tighter the knots became.

Glowing.

The lights surrounding Jisung brought out the glow he had inside right out. 

Minho's heart fluttered as his lover squirmed without being able to really move. His body locked into a pretty shape that sometimes was a bit straining, but Minho knew Jisung liked it that way.

Jisung liked being pretty for Minho.

Alight.

Minho was always torturously gentle when the fairy lights were wrapped around Jisung's body. Soft touches, gentle caresses, worshipping kisses.

Their room basked in soft warm light, all coming from Jisung.

Jisung was the center of every beautiful thing in the world as he arched against the alight restraints as Minho worked to get him even prettier.

To come undone with breathy moans and sweaty skin that reflected the lights clinging tightly to his body.

Minho was always left breathless just from watching.

Even more when Jisung smiled at him, lazy and floaty.

But shining even brighter than the lights all around him.

Jisung was the most beautiful light in Minho's world.

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Jisung sat on the railing of the small bridge over the frozen lake.

The sun was setting, pinks and oranges contrasting with the white of the fallen snow. 

It was freezing and he sighed, a cloud coming out of his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered as he breathed out again, puffing and watching the fog. 

His heart tightened in his chest and he curled his fingers in his mittens.

He had never been that much of a fan of being outside when it snowed, preferring to stay at home cuddled up in blankets drinking hot chocolate.

There was no reason for him to be here out in the cold, but he still was.

His eyes stared at the slowly setting sun and he felt how the temperature dropped bit by bit, a little more which each light along the bridge flickering on.

He shouldn't be out here, he shouldn't be taking his mittens off.

But he did it either way, staring down at his hands, feeling his fingertips slowly cool down.

He sighed another puff of fog out and raised his hands, holding them in front of his face, palms facing each other, slowly inching closer.

He once had a reason to come here. To be out in the cold.

To not wear something that kept his hands warm.

The tips of his middle fingers touched gently and he watched as nearly magnetically his own hands sought each other's remaining warmth.

Palms pressed together and fingers entwined.

As the first snowflake touched his cheek, he leaned his head back and looked up to the darkened sky, featherlight crystals swaying down from the clouds.

His hands kept cooling down, and Jisung realised that someone on his own couldn't warm themselves up.

As the snow fell, he missed another hand clasping his, missing the warmth that his lonely broken heart wasn't able to fuel.

So many times before, he sat here with Minho, hands linked as they kept pressed against each other to bear the winter.

Jisung never realised how cold the season was. 

Year after year he had someone to keep his hands and heart warm.

But now? 

He shouldn't be here. 

There was no reason to be here without Minho.

His hands parted and with a last sigh he hopped off, the wood of the bridge creaking under his weight.

And he walked home, by himself, fingers freezing.

After all, he didn't have anyone to hold them anymore.

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"Okay, imagine this scenario."

Minho froze in the middle of taking a sip from his wine, raising one eyebrow at his boyfriend he had been watching a movie with. Honestly, he was expecting Jisung to speak up eventually, the young man not finding rest and having a hard time paying attention to the horror flick they were supposed to be enjoying.

Only humming, Minho took a big sip, noticing that Jisung was waiting for him.

"Should I be afraid that you are actually waiting for me to stop drinking so you can tell?" Minho raised one eyebrow and Jisung grinned sheepish, actually taking the glass out of his grip to set it on their little coffee table.

Uh-oh.

"We don't want any accidents, right? And keep an open mind."

"Jisung…" Minho warned a little, but he was partly amused because his boyfriend looked.. nervous, but giddy.

"Okay, just listen. So, imagine you're in your total slut mode."

The older snorted and narrowed his eyes despite his ears growing warmer.

"Don't- You know how you can get, don't pretend you don't." Jisung whined a bit and the older only huffed and waved him off to continue.

"Total slut mode. Like, cheap whore you-do-anything-for-me-mode. Can you imagine that?"

"Fucking hell…" Minho rubbed his blushing face. " Yeah . Yeah, I can."

Jisung grinned. "Good. So, you're like that and I'm taking my time using you. Fucking your face in the way that makes you choke and cry on my cock."

Letting out a slight shaky sigh, Minho grit his teeth and just gave another short 'hm' for the other to continue.

"You're, like, a mess. Total mess, totally needy just, wow, far gone like only I can get you."

"You're stalling, Jisung." Minho hissed and shifted, bringing his legs up onto the couch. His body was getting a bit too interested in this and he knew there was a catch. Jisung brushed his hair back and leaned in a bit closer.

" Listen ." He grumbled lower and then took a deep breath, Minho only felt a shiver run down his spine. "Imagine yourself just so needy. Drooling on me because you just desperately want anything I can give you..."

Minho sighed out and bit his bottom lip.

"What would you do if I pissed down your throat, baby?"  

He felt his own eyes widening at Jisung's question. They had never talked about this type of thing -which was a feat in itself considering what they liked to do- and it did take him by surprise. 

There was a plethora of conflicting thoughts running through his head, his gaze dropping to his fingers that instantly started fiddling as his face and neck started to heat up with a deep flush. 

"That's...that's foul, Ji…" Minho muttered rather weakly and he felt fingers curling in his hair, guiding him to look back at his boyfriend who only gave him a cocky smirk.

Damn it. Jisung knew how to read him far too well .

"Would you drink it up, Min? Be my lil piss slut?" The younger dared to slip his thumb between Minho's lips and the older's jaw went slack to accept the intrusion. The digit pressed against his tongue before hooking onto the row of his bottom teeth, tugging his mouth open.

Minho stared into Jisung's eyes, seeing his boyfriend searching for his reaction. The younger was careful, always was when introducing new things, his eyes always very observant on him. Minho felt himself grow weak and he just whined needy as he let his tongue then hang out.

Open, inviting, agreeable.

"Shit, baby, you're nasty." Jisung chuckled and pulled his hand back, placing it at the back of Minho's head to pull him closer. 

Their lips crashed, tongues quickly roaming each other's mouth as Minho climbed onto Jisung's lap. The kiss was wild, fervent and hungry, their teeth tugging on tongues and lips. Spit dripped down their chins as their breathing grew heavier and hotter, Minho only pulling back to say one thing.

"Just fuck my face like you mean it and I'll take everything you give me." Minho whispered into his boyfriend's ear and Jisung never carried him faster to the bedroom.

Maybe Minho would find a new way to quench his thirst that night.

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He could barely call them acquaintances.

Minho was the type of guy that people were just drawn to even if he was a bit weird. He just knew what to say, he was polite, clean, proper. Picture perfect boyfriend material .

Guys like Minho made Jisung gag.

He always tried surrounding him with people of his kind. 

Kinda edgy, uncaring facades despite the cocktail of issues they had and maybe a little bit too messy, little bit too dirty. Troublemakers.

They shared a psychology lecture, Jisung sitting there and listening with his hands deep in his pockets while Minho, usually sitting close by, let his fingers quickly fly over the keyboard of a laptop that had seen better days but was cute nevertheless from the amount of kitty stickers on it.

The number of times they interacted could be counted on one hand, so Jisung was a bit confused when at this house party the guy decided to sit next to him on a ratty couch.

They hadn't even exchanged a word, just sitting there after nodding to each other, Jisung nursing a suspicious drink while holding a joint between his fingers while Minho…

While Minho kept tainting his lips with blue .

Jisung hadn't seen the light blue lollipops since he was a kid. Honestly, he thought they weren't even sold anymore, they had been a temporary thing.

His eyes kept drifting to the candy, wondering if this was just another copycat sweet that tasted like blueberries instead of that unidentifiable taste of just blue he barely remembered.

Blue flavour. 

Minho must have noticed his glances because the man raised one eyebrow at him, his cheek slightly bulging from the round lollipop resting there. 

"Does it taste like blue?" 

Jisung didn't know why he asked, maybe it was nostalgia. 

Minho blinked a few times and pulled the candy out of his mouth, a blue tongue licking blue lips.

"Yeah. Want a taste?" 

Jisung eyed the other at the offer, glancing at the lollipop he had expected to be pointed at him.

But it wasn't. Minho wasn't even bringing another wrapped candy out.

He just licked his blue lips again, looking a tad bit nervous.

Minho's mouth probably tasted like blue.

Minho's mouth did taste like blue after Jisung took a handful of brown hair and pulled the other in.

Picture perfect boys like Minho made Jisung usually gag. He wasn't interested in them, but he was too curious to taste the nostalgic flavour he thought he would never taste again.

Minho's tongue curled along his and Jisung found himself with a lapful of the other man as Minho seemed to really want to let Jisung get his taste of temporary memories.

Minho tasted like blue .

Minho tasted like something Jisung didn't know had been missing .

And when they later hid away in one of the bedrooms and the flavour of blue fainted away for Jisung to only taste Minho , he realised he had been missing out .

Minho tasted like good times, tooth-rotting cotton candy fluff and the rollercoasters in an amusement park.

Rollercoasters that made Jisung's heart race and loop and made his throat feel tight from too much adrenaline. 

Minho tasted like something that was hard to describe with other flavours, it tasted like experiences.

Minho was like that blue flavour.

Jisung didn't particularly miss it, but whenever he saw it his mouth would get curious and his head filled with nostalgia.

So it wasn't really surprising that when he saw Minho after a few days in their shared lecture, he moved closer to the man and let his hand slip on his firm thigh. 

And as Minho let his own hand rest on top of his before entwining their fingers, Jisung just wondered.

Wondered if Minho would keep being like blue.

Temporary.

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Chan always watched. 

He had this thing about him, that he liked staying behind whenever their group of friends were out and about, his eyes moving from one to the other. Always counting that nobody was left behind.

Chan never drank, out of choice, but maybe part of this decision was that he liked being sober to make sure that all of them would get home safe even if they were a bitch to handle when completely off their rockers.

Chan was always watching.

And for once Jisung was watching him.

He didn't know what was different this time, but his eyes kept drifting to the older man while they kept going with their pre-game. They had plans to go clubbing, all eight of them, and since eight was already a party, Changbin's apartment was filled with loud noises and laughter.

Jisung kept his eyes on Chan, who was sipping on some juice, small smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes as usual.

Chan was tired. 

Chan didn't want to go out but he had said yes either way because he had to watch.

Watch over them.

Looking down to his red cup, something in Jisung's stomach churned and he set the alcohol down. Minho was the one to look at him and raise one eyebrow.

Jisung stared Minho in the eyes, the two of them sharing glances, holding a silent conversation. With a small tilt of his head, Minho encouraged him to just speak up.

"Could we stay in today? I kinda don't feel like going out anymore." 

Several eyes were on him after Jisung spoke and he was actually nervous about what the others would say.

"I mean it's pretty chill here, I wouldn't mind." Seungmin hummed and seemed to melt further into the couch. All of them then nodded and soon enough the chatter and laughter continued, the men easily deciding that since one of them wasn't up to it, they weren't that much either. 

Jisung sighed and smiled satisfied. He then glanced at Chan, seeing how he was now a bit more relaxed with the new plans.

It made the younger wonder.

How many times had they missed out on something? 

He stood up and walked to Chan, sitting next to him, close enough their thighs were touching. 

Chan always watched them… But who was watching Chan? 

The older man blinked a few times and reached to ruffle Jisung's hair, making the younger whine before he let his shoulder drop on Chan's shoulder. 

Staying like that, they spoke with their friends, laughed, had fun in the safety of Changbin's apartment.

Jisung's head was still filled with the question of who was watching over Chan.

He didn't really know what prompted it, maybe it was that nobody was really looking, the six other men too drunk and busy being loud. 

But Jisung slipped his hand into Chan's, entwining their fingers. 

His heart was beating a tad bit faster and his cheeks felt a bit warm as he felt the hand squeezing his. Jisung closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, turning his head to press his face into Chan's shoulder. 

"Hey, all good with you?" 

Jisung felt a small shiver as Chan whispered close to his ear and he nodded. 

"You can relax, y'know? I can look after them for once. Hold Hyunjin's hair if he throws up." 

Glancing with a small smile to Chan, he grinned a bit bigger at the older's surprise. But then Jisung felt nearly shy and leaned even more into the other, their faces close.

"I know you're tired. We'll be fine." 

Jisung had whispered and Chan's brows tilted a bit up. 

And Jisung now had the answer for his question as the want to actually kiss Chan bubbled up in his chest.

"Okay. But just because you're not drinking." The older chuckled and now they shifted so Chan could be the one resting his head on Jisung's shoulder. The younger smiled as the other sighed and even closed his eyes.

Jisung could do it.

Jisung could watch over Chan.

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Sparkles.

Everything… Sparkled.

The world was passing by in slow motion and Jisung's eyes followed the sparkles around him.

He was  floating, flying.

He didn't feel a thing

He should, but he didn't.

Breaking through was far too easy and now everything glittered around him.

Explosions. Fire.

New years was for fireworks, but it was a little bit too early for him.

For them.

Midnight hadn't struck yet.

Jisung knew the moment he started flying that this New Years would be different.

For him and for Minho.

Sadly Minho wasn't flying, he had been stuck and Jisung's head was so filled with all the sparkles.

Maybe it was for the better that Minho didn't float away and saw the sparkles.

Maybe it was already over for him.

Jisung hoped so.

Because everyone who flies comes crashing down and coming down hurts.

Skin flayed, head cracking, sparkles turning into shards.

Jisung couldn't move when he laid on the asphalt, he could only watch more fire.

More explosion.

Minho probably gone with it.

Like fireworks.

This New Years was different.

It was the last year.

Jisung closed his eyes before red and blue reached the scene.

He didn't even hear the sirens.

At least their eve ended with sparkles, explosions.

Fireworks.

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They were silly clown noses. 

But obviously the antlers on top of their heads and the cozy sweaters gave the red noses a whole different meaning.

"Hey, Rudolph~" Jisung sneaked behind Minho and wrapped his arms around the older's waist, both them standing in front of one of the many mirrors in the dressing room. 

Minho's lips stretched into a smile and he reached to squeeze the red foam clinging to Jisung's nose.

"Hey, right back at you, Rudolph." 

The two chuckled and Jisung let his chin drop on Minho's shoulder, his fingers kneading the older's side before he whispered.

"Still feeling cold?" 

Minho hummed softly, blinking lazily and he let his eyes drift around, noticing that no one was paying that much attention to them before he shifted, leaning more back against Jisung, trying to make himself smaller.

Jisung right away moved himself, trying to stand a bit taller, wrapping his strong arms that didn't show beneath the red sweater around Minho. 

"Much better now." 

The older let out a giggle and Jisung chuckled, his own eyes scanning the room before he let his head lean against Minho's.

"It's disappointing that I just can't have you clinging to me. Want to keep you warm." 

Minho's eyes drifted to the floor before they went back up to meet Jisung's in the mirror. They were silent for a bit before Minho turned slightly to actually look the younger in his eyes instead of just a reflection.

"Everyone at our side will be gone. Stay with me. Keep me warm tonight."

Jisung's eyes widened but then he frowned. "Weren't you going to your parents?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"And I was going over to mine as well."

Minho pursed his lips as he stared at Jisung, the younger's lips pouted slightly out but eyes twinkling with something that made the older's chest warm up.

" Stay . Please…" 

The second word was whispered and Minho hoped it would be enough. His neck was most likely coloured pink and he glanced around before curling his fingers against Jisung's chest.

The younger sighed and the pout melted into a soft smile and Minho could see how Jisung's head tilted and he leaned a little bit closer.

"You know I'll always do everything for you when you say please… So unfair…" Jisung chuckled deeper and Minho hummed, letting a very small cheeky smile appear on his lips.

"I'll come over then."

"Good." 

They eyed each other with satisfied smiles, until Jisung's dropped the slightest bit. Minho frowned confused until the younger reached to cup his cheeks, thumbs barely grazing over the hearts on them.

Minho's own heart was racing, his eyes widening and body freezing as Jisung was leaning in. 

But instead of being kissed like he was expecting, he felt pressure on his nose, seeing the red foam being squished. Jisung pressed their round red noses together before pulling away, grinning big and stepping back.

"C'mon, Rudolph. Time to make that nose shine!" Jisung laughed and winked at him, leaving Minho to snort and fix the ball on his nose a little before following behind. 

Just a few more hours and they would be home, warm and cuddled up, with no cameras or red noses to keep them apart.

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Chan took a deep breath and crossed his legs on the bed, watching the other two alphas.

The three of them were approaching their ruts - until this day he didn't know if it was good or bad that their bodies were perfectly in sync - and while Chan's were usually milder…

Jisung and Changbin's made the two a bit embarrassing.

"You better stretch yourself with a whole fist 'coz I'll knot you until you're stupid." Jisung growled, baring his teeth as he leaned towards the dark haired one, Chang turning his head and smirking in reply.

"Nah-ah, dude… I'll be bending you in half until you're moaning like a bitch. So you better get the big plug out and stuff it in you." 

As the two snapped at each other in their dirty talking, Chan just sighed again, long and heavy.

Both seemed to be in more dominating moods, pushing each others' buttons with intention of deciding who would be sticking what in whoever. This time the boys seemingly weren't quite aligned in what they wanted.

Jisung and Changbin both wanted to knot. 

And this usually wasn't a problem if the two weren't apparently forgetting that they had a whole damn third party here mora than willing to help them compromise.

When Jisung looked about to pounce and Chanbing was baring his teeth, Chan decided to crawl between the two.

"Okay, okay… No need to get physical, yeah? I can take you both this time." The oldest sighed and patted the others' firm chests, his hand lingering a bit longer on their heated skins.

Jisung blinked wide eyed and Changbin grunted with narrowed eyes, their reactions making Chan press his full lips together and blush.

"Huh… You prefer to stick it in tho, dude." Jisung muttered, but his eyes gave away that he was more than interested. Changbin scooted closer, nearly inspecting Chan before nodding.

"Yeah, you never put it out easily."

Chan growled a little, ears getting even more red. 

"Of course I prefer sticking it in , you two do too. That's literally what we were made for." 

"And you're pack alpha." Jisung and Changbing both commented in unison.

"That's-... If you two are going to question it now, I'm fucking you both til you can't move!" Chan huffed embarrassed and frustrated.

But his words were enough for the other two to backtrack and throw themselves on him. Chan instinctively snapped his teeth, but then just grunted as each of them nuzzled his neck, making him give a small whine as he felt fangs.

Looking up at the ceiling, Chan just hoped he wouldn't regret to let his horny alpha mates have their way with him.

Oh well.

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His eyes fluttered and he dazedly looked up from between Minho's legs, up to the other omega who was panting, moaning and squirming on his tongue.

Jisung's jaw ached, he didn't even know how many times Minho had reached his orgasm, but from how wet his face was and how soaked the sheets were, the younger omega wouldn't be surprised if it was closer to ten than five.

By now his licking was slow, lapping deeply into Minho's hole. Slick gushed and filled Jisung's mouth and at the beginning he cared enough to swallow, but right now he just drooled it out, letting it run down his chin and drip down the sheets.

He was sore, but he didn't think of stopping. 

His fingers dug into Minho's hips, bruises by now blooming prettily where he always held the older down so he would squirm away.

Jisung nuzzled his face even closer, moaning himself as he curled his thick tongue as deep as he could as Minho started shaking once again, his voice melodious and high, making Jisung's head spin and his own body soak his underwear.

"Jisung, hah- fuck!"

Dark eyes opened and he looked up again to Minho, seeing his flushed chest rise and fall rapidly as another wave of heated pleasure started crashing.

Jisung had his head pressing so hard against the other he was suffocating, brows furrowing before tilting up as he let his own needy whine out.

Minho overflowed once again and Jisung slowly pulled away, strings of slick and drool connecting him to the older omega's hole as he lifted himself.

Jisung panted, watching Minho not being able to move a single muscle from how spent he was now and the younger was satisfied to see that the worst of the heat was handled for now.

Giving a small smile, he winced as his jaw wasn't quite happy with that and he knelt on the bed, hands stroking Minho's sweaty burning skin in attempt to soothe it.

Minho let a small purr out, his exhausted eyes glancing to Jisung's crotch, and the younger shook his head despite his cock straining hard, leaking under his underwear.

"Don't worry about that. It's about you right now, baby." 

Jisung purred back as he saw a thankful glint in the other's eyes, knowing how boneless Minho was most likely feeling.

"It looks like you took a shower." The older commented with a small smirk, his own dark eyes mere slits as sleep was catching up to him.

A snort escaped Jisung and he reached to brush his hands through his hair, noticing that it was true. Besides his own sweat, he tackiness in his hands gave away that he was pretty much covered with Minho's slick.

"Can't do much about that when you keep coming like a fountain." 

"Oh shush, like you're any better when you're in heat." 

The two of them giggled and Jisung crawled out of the bed to pick up a couple towels, coming back and sitting by Minho's head. He first reached to wipe down Minho's body off of his spilled fluids, enjoying the constant pleased vibrations of the older's happy purrs.

After that was done, the second towel was used to wipe his face and he just towelled his hair like he had just gotten, indeed, out of a shower. 

As he did that, he felt Minho moving, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head against Jisung's thigh. Even without looking, he felt the soft press of lips against his skin and his heart skipped.

Dropping the towel next to the bed, he combed his fingers through Minho's hair before the older was pawing at his chest and Jisung wiggled himself to lay down.

It didn't take even an eye-blink for his sore mouth to be attacked with kisses and he his best to satisfy Minho before the ache became too much and he pulled away.

"Ah, fuck. My jaw hurts. No kisses now, let me rest too." He mumbled and reached to massage his face, groaning a bit.

Minho only snickered at his pain and Jisung rolled his eyes. A comfortable silence then stretched out between them as they snuggled together, tiredness definitely catching up to them.

But Jisung couldn't help but give a small last smile as he heard Minho mumbling 'I love you' against his chest.

They were a bit unusual as mates, two omegas that the world loved to point out as incomplete.

But they were everything but that.

They were complete with each other.

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There is a point of tiredness when you become awfully aware of how your skin stretches over flesh. How there is a weight whenever you close your eyes and open them, the sensation of sand beneath the lids making the burn of exhaustion even more evident.

Sometimes, tiredness comes paired with the grease on your forehead, the knots on your shoulders and even the skinniest body weighs a world…

You stop feeling human, your existence more like a machine running on low battery, joints creaking as even breathing is too much effort.

Jisung was tired.

So tired but his fingers kept moving over the screen, the sounds hitting his ears -supposed to be melodic- only becoming noise that his shutting down brain wasn't able to process.

He was tired.

But the inevitability of time kept him struggling to keep awake, pushing beyond a limit his every cell screamed for him to stop.

It was like he could feel his body consume itself, seeking energy where it could so he could function.

Jisung didn't even realise when he had stopped doing anything, his eyes staring blankly at the glaring screen of his cellphone, eyes unable to focus on the blur that were meant to be words.

He only came to his senses when a presence found itself beside him, warmth seeping through his clothes due to the closeness.

He could barely muster the effort to lift his head to stare at the man sitting now next to him, a mirror of his own exhaustion.

Minho looked pale, usually big glittering eyes looking dull and dark. A sigh escaped the older, with the strain Jisung himself felt with every breath he took.

Time kept ticking for them, unforgiving and ignorant to their pleading bodies.

They still had so much to do .

But when Minho leaned his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes - just for a moment - Jisung allowed himself to drop his own on top of hair.

Time kept ticking, but the warmth, closeness, and the exhausted company like his own was too inviting.

He closed his eyes.

Time would keep ticking.

But for now, he could rest, eased by the fact that he wouldn't be alone in the need to catch up the next day.

He and Minho would run after time together.

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Jisung scrunched up his nose and huffed out while his body arched. Grimacing as he felt two fingers slipping inside of him, he cracked his eyes open, side eyeing Felix who laid beside him, heart shaped lips brushing along Jisung's pulse.

"I feel gross, don't do that…" Breathing out, he threw his head back though as Felix's fingers curled inside of him. 

His hole was sensitive from last night's rounds, but he stuck his tongue out as he felt the remnants of their fun times still in him. 

"You're the one who got too lazy to get up and clean." Felix muttered deeper than usual, the early morning making his voice go as gravely as it could.

"You didn't want to carry me." Jisung pouted and then moaned as Felix added a third finger, stretching him out easily.

"You're the one with the big arms, not me." Felix teased and propped himself up so he could look down to Jisung who was breathing harder, soft sound slipping from him and adding the slick sounds coming from between his legs.

"Feeling good?" The freckled one whispered and as Jisung hummed in agreement, Felix leaned down to press their lips together in a languid, but very deep sensual kiss.

Jisung definitely would never understand the hype about big hands when Felix's fingers did what they did. Throwing his head back, he writhed and panted as Felix just barely brushed his prostate, working him just perfectly right for his cock to be rock hard and leaking.

And a far too loud moan escaped him, one of his legs raising and bending towards himself to give the blond even more access.

"Hah, fuck, Lix-" "You're being too loud!" Felix hushed him with a smirk that melted into giggles and Jisung's cheek being nuzzled.

The brunette wanted to retort but Felix's fingers were doing their fiddly magic inside of him, making him break into another needy moan.

Felix laughed at that, pulling his fingers out before he shifted to get between Jisung's legs.

"You're so kinky… always wanting to get everyone to hear you."

Jisung snorted and gave one of his charming smiles, hooking his leg around Felix's waist.

"Like you're any better…" 

And Jisung was right because as Felix slid inside, the blond was moaning just as long, their voices nearly harmonizing.

They didn't have to go hard and fast to let it all out, the slow lazy pace being enough to coax enough out of them to make the neighbouring rooms hear them.

The only time they shut up was when their lips locked together, becoming a tangled up mess of limbs greedy for each other.

It had been so long since they could share time in the same room like this and they surely were making the most of it.

Every little second shouldn't be wasted.

And when they came, breathing hard and tongue tips touching, the two boys smiled, knowing that they would just do this all over again.

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Minho glanced at Jisung, who was sitting in the red-lit room staring at his phone.

His fingers twitched around the grip of his golf club as they were both waiting for… something .

Minho should be downstairs, should be bathed in blue lights.

He should be entertaining himself madly with his cans, waiting for the next person the others would let through. 

Not be here in red lights with someone who didn't even care for anything.

Jisung's mind was filled with the ticking of clocks.

Nothing else.

Minho was sure that if he glanced at the phone Jisung was staring at he would see numbers. Hours, minutes, seconds.

Seriously, out of all people in their little group he had to be deliriously infatuated with the apathetic blank-headed man.

"You should fuck me." 

Jisung eyes looked up, eyeing Minho up and down before staring into his eyes.

"Hm?"

"Fuck me. Like, sticking your cock up my ass." Minho smirked wide, sharp nose scrunching a little up. He knew he looked good, but he also knew that if his excitement showed he looked a bit too… crazed.

Jisung lowered the phone and blinked slowly a few times.

"I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on! We've been working together for months and you haven't gone out once , you gotta put your dick to use at l-"

Jisung cocked one eyebrow up and tilted his head slightly back.

"Minho, I don't have any interest in sex."

The purple haired man blinked and his mouth shaped a small 'o'.

"You're asexual?" The question came with a surprised tone and Minho tilted his head as Jisung shrugged.

"Maybe? Don't really care about labelling, but if asexual fits…" Jisung's voice started fading, his eyes drifting to one of the clocks on the wall as his eyes stared at the pointers moving.

And Minho knew he lost him there and sighed.

Licking over his teeth he let his head hang as he walked towards the stairs.

The blue light of his area felt colder than usual.

He found himself once again bathed in red.

Jisung was standing, staring at a clock as always, eyes dull and void.

"You've been letting everyone go through. You usually take one here or there at least."

The distracted man only hummed in reply.

"The only ones that didn't get to me stayed with Seung and Innie, right?"

Jisung didn't reply for a while but Minho didn't speak up, he stood waiting.

He thought he would get hypnotised by the clocks' incessant ticking when the other man spoke up.

"Thought you needed them more than me. You're frustrated."

Minho snorted, glancing down to his golf club and seeing a red stain on it. 

"Nobody got to Hyunjin in a while… You've been taking them all."

Jisung wasn't accusing him but it was a way to point out how Minho had been greedy.

"Are you sex repulsed?" It was a sudden turn but Minho had been curious and he didn't want to talk much about his greed.

At that, Jisung slowly turned his head. Again, with one eyebrow raised, but his face mostly blank.

And Minho's heart as always skipped.

"No. I'm not."

"So you already had sex?"

Jisung kept eyeing him and then nodded.

"So why don't we do it? Just for the sake of it? Make use of our time ." 

Minho swore he could see the corner of Jisung's mouth twitch and that was new. But then the other turned away and all Minho could see was the black of Jisung's ridiculous hat.

"Still not interested."

Minho panted and threw his head back, eyes fluttering as Hyunjin thrusted up into him. They were surrounded by crushed up cans, their noises echoing in the big space. 

Gritting his teeth, Minho curled his fingers into red hair, red like the light bleeding into the vast blue of Minho's domain from on top of the stairs.

A small whimper escaped him as Hyunjin bit into his neck, hard, like he was digging his teeth into an apple and Minho was sure he would have an ugly mark there.

As they released and slowly rode off their orgasms, Minho could swear he could hear ticking in his head.

He was playing around with the cans, hitting them with the club as he heard an unknown voice. He glanced towards the stairs, seeing the shadows move in red light. 

Nobody came down to him that day.

Minho had been trying to get Jisung to speak, but the man seemed too sunken into the ticking and hadn't even replied once to him.

It seemed like it was a bad day if Jisung didn't even blink when Minho waved his hand in front of the other's face. 

He huffed and his fingers curled tight onto the grip of his club, thinking if he should hit Jisung and get him to snap out of it.

But in the end, the only thing he did was lean his head on Jisung's shoulder and stare at the clocks as well, wondering as always what it was about them that sucked up all of Jisung's attention.

The person that rolled down the stairs was already gone when they reached Minho.

He stared down at the convulsing body, watching it wrinkle and age far too fast.

Decompose and turn to dust.

Like time for them just rushed by. 

He looked up and saw Jisung at the top of the stairs, still in red light, but the slightest bit of Minho's blue reflecting on his skin.

A shiver ran down his spine as Jisung stared at him, the other's face not particularly looking different but Minho felt how pissed off Jisung was for some reason.

Minho looked down to the pile of dust and when he looked up again, Jisung was gone from his sight.

"Why do you keep coming here?" 

Minho had barely stepped into the small room, eyes widening at the question.

But then he frowned as he glanced at the clocks, all of them being oddly out of sync.

"Are you okay, Jisung?" 

Jisung had been acting strange and his clocks gave that much away. Chan had mentioned Jisung had been taking the wrong people and letting through ones that we meant for him.

Not that Minho and Hyunjin were picky, that was why they were in the last layers. That was why Hyunjin was often there in Minho's space to make sure nobody fitting to him was taken by Minho prematurely.

Jisung wasn't greedy as they were, he often let people through when they had no affinity with time which was rare in itself, so when people that clearly should've been his reached Minho, it was weird .

Minho stepped closer to Jisung, standing beside him so he could look at the other's face.

And it was most likely the first time he saw Jisung visibly upset.

"You didn't answer me."

"Because… I like you? You know that." 

And that was the truth. Minho had slipped to Jisung that -for whatever the hell the reason was- he liked him. Far before he propositioned them to have sex rather straightforwardly.

Jisung glared at one of the clocks and Minho felt clueless as to why his answer seemed to get the other more upset.

"You're wasting your time."

Minho had to snort at that and nudged Jisung's thigh with his club.

"Maybe. But you have a lot of time to give." 

Jisung turned his head and they stared at each other. 

Minho noticed the storm whirl in Jisung's eyes before the other's face fell blank.

"Stop playing with Hyunjin." 

His lips parted in surprise and Minho, at first, didn't know what to say. 

The clocks on the wall were anxiously ticking.

"Okay."

And they all seemed to strangely tick far more relaxed after Minho's reply and, once again, Jisung turned to stare silently at them.

Minho did stop having sex with Hyunjin, being more curious about what would happen if he did.

Jisung seemed still tense whenever Minho went up the stairs to visit him, but it made Minho jitter in excitement that whenever he stepped into red lights, Jisung's eyes actually met his. 

They often didn't speak, they didn't really need to, but Minho noticed how Jisung stepped to stand beside him, their shoulders brushing as they stared at the clocks.

Jisung still blanked out and seemed to forget Minho was even there, but he didn't particularly care. 

He also liked this side of Jisung, the peacefulness of being completely hypnotised by the ticking and pointers moving. 

And Minho felt that Jisung was trying . 

What it really was, he wasn't sure yet.

He finally knew that Jisung liked him back when the other stepped down the stairs.

Jisung's eyes were big and more aware than Minho had ever seen them as the other looked around Minho's space.

"It's… so big." 

Minho smirked and glanced down at the crushed can at his feet before swinging the club, the can nearly teleporting to the other side of the area, digging into concrete like butter.

"Needs to be so I can have my fun." 

Minho stretched his arms up before propping the golf club on his shoulders, casually resting his wrists then to lean on the length. His eyes were on Jisung as the other approached him with cautious steps, avoiding stepping on any of the cans until he reached Minho.

"It's… quiet too." 

A small laughter escaped the purple haired man and he looked down to the comfy slippers he had on.

"Yeah… Can't really hear your clocks ticking from over here." 

Minho shook his head and then smiled up at Jisung. The other was searching his face and Minho tilted his head because it was just… fascinating to see Jisung's face being so alive. 

They were so close and Jisung stepped closer, close enough for their noses to brush.

"It's strange having you here." Minho whispered, his eyes glancing down to Jisung's lips that curled.

"It's strange being here." 

The words were whispered against Minho's lips and he let his eyes flutter shut.

Jisung's lips fit against his perfectly and their kiss was much softer than he ever imagined it to be.

He lowered his club, hooking the head of it onto Jisung's waist to pull him closer.

Their lips parted and Minho's head spun as the tip of their tongues met.

But suddenly his head was spinning too fast. 

His eyes widened and he gasped as he heard crackling, feeling the texture of his weapon change in his grip. 

Minho felt like he was starting to change too.

Pulling away, he blinked rapidly, glancing down to see his club bent and rusted.

And his hand…

Older.

When he looked back at Jisung, the other man's eyes were wide in horror and Minho couldn't even speak up before Jisung was rushing away, climbing up the stairs.

Minho swore he heard Jisung whispering a paced tic toc under his breath.

The good part of not being quite human was that Minho managed with the help of Chan - and indirectly Jisung - turn time back again for him.

And his golf club was back to being shiny and new.

But now Minho understood Jisung a bit better.

Why he let himself be so sunken into ticking.

Jisung had no real control of his powers out of his area away from the clocks that kept him focused on keeping time ticking at the pace it should.

When Jisung came down to Minho he stopped paying attention to time.

As Minho stepped back into red, Jisung was nearly drooling; he was so far gone, eyes blank and glued to one of the bigger clocks.

Minho sneaked himself in front of him, not blocking his sight to the pointers as he licked the drop of saliva and Jisung's lips before he just hugged the other.

Tic toc.

This was fine.

Tic toc .

Minho didn't need sex. Didn't need Jisung to be always aware.

Tic toc.

I always had liked that side of him too, after all.

Tic toc.

Minho sighed and buried his face in Jisung's neck.

Tic.

And he let the soft ticking of the clocks guide his head to equal blankness.

Toc.

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Minho tilted his head back, licking the blood that splattered on his lips. 

His eyes drifted to the beaten up body on the floor and his red painted knuckles before glancing to the side at the dark shape perched over a turned over piece of furniture.

A small smirk formed on his lips before he closed his eyes and shook his head, purple strands swaying and heavy jewellery clinking.

"Since when were you there, lost boy?" He hummed and shook his hands, wiping them down on his patterned shirt and not looking up as he heard the other move, the heavy boots carelessly stepping over broken glass and pools of blood.

Minho felt the weight on his shoulder before arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Since your eyes got all crazy and you decided to beat him to death. Chan wanted him alive, y'know?"

The voice was deep, breath fanning over the shell of his ear and Minho felt a shiver run down his spine.

"And I also don't know why you call me lost boy when you're technically still  missing just like I am."

Minho laughed and turned his head to the side, looking at the pretty face that was so close to his. 

Lips that he had never touched but as always were tempting him. 

He decided to then pull away, smirking as he reached for the ridiculous oversized bonnet on top of the other's head.

"Hm, maybe I should call you funky hat guy. What do you think, Jisungie?"

Jisung snorted as the hat was pulled off, his messy dark hair instantly falling over his eyes.

Minho liked him that way. Messy.

"I just thought I would match your style a bit better. All fancy and shit. I even suited up."

Just to emphasise, Jisung's hands slid down his chest and down his body. It made Minho bite the inside of his cheek.

"You wanted to match me." It was meant to be a question, but it came out as a statement to which Jisung nodded in agreement and stepped once again closer, their fronts brushing.

Their faces were so close their noses nearly touched.

"We already match so well. Doesn't hurt to match in every way." 

Jisung's voice was a whisper, his eyes glinting with the type of danger that made Minho's knees weaker than he would like to confess.

It was impressive how neither of them had succumbed to the pressure of the tension looming between them.

"Every way, huh…" 

The hand that found its way to his waist held onto him so tight it was bordering on painful.

Minho swallowed thickly as lips brushed his cheek.

"I'm sure our bodies match too. You would fit perfectly around me." 

Jisung's words were followed by a wet tongue hotly licking up the blood still smeared on Minho's face.

It was too much. 

Jisung was far too intoxicating and the adrenaline from killing was still in his body.

His hands found dark hair and with a harsh tug to the strands his lips crashed against Jisung's, finally giving in.

It was a charged kiss, violent and hungry. Teeth bit down on tongues, lips, chin, fingers tugged on far too fancy clothing that masqueraded their wild personas.

As Jisung lifted Minho by his thighs and pressed him against the wall with force, not even if the dead body in the room came back to life would they manage to pull apart from each other. 

It was fast, dirty and rough, both of them not really prepared despite knowing about the ever lingering tension between them.

Despite it being nearly painful, Minho wouldn't complain, however.

The way Jisung fucked him just confirmed how well they matched after all.

And there was something in the way Jisung slowed down once they finally reached their delirious highs, nearly gentle and completely uncharacteristic to how everything else in their lives was, that made Minho believe in something he hadn't in quite a while.

That he was worth more than the sparkling jewellery he wore.

Worth more than the money he got from working a cruel dirty job.

Jisung's eyes looked at him like he was worth more than the world itself, even if his knuckles were bruised and red blood tainted his skin.

And that was far more than Minho ever expected when he first had fallen in love with someone as unhinged as he was.

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Minho heard the can clatter after it dropped to the ground. He swung his golf club to prop against his shoulder, chuckling and leaning his head back.

"Ahhh…" 

He turned around to the man, sitting tied to a chair.

It was a shame that Minho had to blindfold him, cold beautiful eyes being hidden away.

"Never felt fucking anything, huh, Jisungie? You're such a liar." 

Minho lowered his arm, letting the metal of clubhead scratch on the floor as he approached Jisung and swung his leg over the other, straddling his lap

He leaned into the other's ear, letting his lips brush over the shell.

"I'm not allowing you to rewind time, baby. You won't make me forget a thing."

Jisung's lips twitched but he didn't move aside from that.

"You can't keep me blinded forever."

Minho clicked his tongue and pulled a bit back to look at Jisung.

His eyes roamed over him. His stupid hat, his cute nose, the full bottom lip Minho had bitten into so many times.

"Can't I? I don't know…" He raised a hand, slipping the tip of his fingers under the black fabric, slightly digging a nail on the sensitive skin under one of Jisung's eye..

"I could just take them out. And you wouldn't be able to do a thing."

He watched Jisung's adam's apple bob at the threat. But he didn't seem particularly afraid.

"You're being unreasonable because you're mad at me."

Minho gritted his teeth and his body tensed as he swung the club and hit Jisung's shin. The man under him, flinched, lips pressing tight to not let a single sound of pain out.

"I'm pissed off that the second you want to back out your solution is to make me forget. Fuck you. Fuck your lil tic toc bullshit!"

Jisung finally frowned and Minho could see it in the way his lips turned down.

"I rewind time and you won't even know we were together. You won't be pissed off and you won't keep botching every time we have to be working together." 

Minho threw his head back and laughed loud.

"Me!? I'm the one botching it? You're the one always distract-" "Because you're being a petty asshole and need to fucking comment on every move I make. YOU distract me, Minho."

Pink lips pressed tightly together.

Minho hated that Jisung was right. But he couldn't be blamed. He fucking loved the bastard. 

"You'll feel better once you forget." Jisung sighed, sounding tired.

The purple haired man was feeling frustrated.

"What about you? You won't forget. Can you really pretend that nothing ever happened between us? Are you really that fucking cold?" 

Jisung was quiet for a while and tilted his head back.

"Minho… I'm over us." 

Hearing that was probably the greatest pain Minho ever felt.

His eyes burned, but he refused to cry, he wouldn't give Jisung that. 

"Then make me forget all of this fucking mess, I hate you."

Minho whispered and ripped the blindfold off, seeing Jisung's eyes wide.

And Jisung watched how Minho's eyes rolled back and his body shook as he fell down from his lap.

Watched Minho forget everything they were and had been to each other.

But Jisung didn't feel any of the pain of a heartbreak.

He wasn't over Minho. Probably wouldn't ever be.

He loved the man to hell and back.

He was just addicted to watching Minho falling in love with him.

Again and again.

So he would make the other forget him, over and over.

Just so he could chase after him and prove to himself that they were always meant to be.

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Jisung didn't know why he felt this way, but he just did..

The pain was long gone and the squelching sounds stopped freaking him out even though he still should be incredibly disturbed by it all.

Maybe Minho messed far more with his mind than he had at first guessed.

It was strange to feel the fingers inside him, a soft hot tongue lapping languidly where it shouldn't.

Jisung shouldn't even be awake anymore, his eyes shouldn't be staring at the ceiling covered in slowly moving galaxies from the projection lamp he had bought months ago for his room.

The warmth of his body didn't make any sense, even less when Minho's fingers dug further, deeper into him.

A choked sound slipped Jisung's lips and his face scrunched up at the uncomfortable sensation and he didn't really understand why he felt even hotter with it.

None of this was right, but Jisung not even once told Minho to stop.

Maybe it was stranger that he didn't want it to stop.

Because there was just something too thrilling about being alive when he shouldn't be .

He finally looked back down when he felt Minho nuzzling his face into his stomach.

Literally into it.

Dark eyes looked up to him and Minho slowly pulled away when he noticed he was being watched, most of the older's ethereal features covered in red, thick blood dripping from his lips and chin.

Dripping back into Jisung's opened stomach, dripping on his spilling guts.

Jisung could swear he could even see his liver in the entangled mess where Minho's fingers still kept gently stroking the length of his intestines.

A croak slipped out of Jisung, before he could actually speak, his voice faint and shaking. 

"You… aren't eating." 

Minho's big sparkly eyes blinked fast a couple times before he chuckled, smiling so innocently as if he hadn't been licking Jisung's blood directly off his internal organs.

"I'm not a cannibal, Sung." 

Jisung could really laugh at that. Maybe he did from the way Minho hummed and only leaned his head down to lick slowly along the edge of his stomach.

His actual stomach.

"You keep licking up my blood, this must be some type of definition for cannibalism…"

His head fell back onto the pillow, his eyes staring back at the fake galaxies on his ceiling.

"Maybe…" Minho hummed and Jisung could feel how lips pressed softly at some spot  he wasn't able to really identify which organ it was. "Are you still feeling okay?"

Was he? Jisung really didn't know.

He shouldn't be feeling okay.

He should be dying but he wasn't.

"Yeah, you can keep going."

Minho gave a short sound out and Jisung squirmed as the fingers kept wiggling into his body, the wet sounds of blood and tissue still unsettling him.

"Hm… Wanted to get to your heart but I don't think I should rip your diaphragm open today." 

"If you don't do it today, I don't think you'll have another chance." Jisung muttered.

After all, he would have to die at some point. 

None of this was normal.

"Jisung…" 

Minho shifted and Jisung wanted to complain as the hands were pulled out of him, a very absurd thought of feeling empty crossing his mind.

And then Minho's bloodied face was right in front of his.

"You're not dying, you know that, right?"

Jisung was silent for a moment and then the inevitable question had to come out as he stared into the pretty eyes.

"But how ? I should be."

Minho hummed, his eyelashes fluttering as he stared down at Jisung's lips.

"You should, but you won't. I won't let it happen."

" But how? " Jisung insisted.

"Because I love you. Love every little bit of you. Love you greater than life itself. It's meaningless next to what I feel for you."

None of that made sense. 

Just feelings didn't make the impossible possible.

"How, Minho…" Jisung sighed out as he felt the other's lips brush against his cheek, wet and warm, smelling like iron.

"Does it really matter how? You're here with me, you're still alive even when you shouldn't be. Isn't it proof enough? Proof that I love you so much?"

Proof of love? Was it a proof of love that he had been surviving Minho's lips on his insides? 

He didn't know, he just knew it was strange.

But he was there, so maybe Minho had a point.

Did it really matter? 

He didn't know that either.

But he stopped asking when Minho's lips were on his, Jisung eyes still wide open, staring at the pretend galaxies shifting on his ceiling as his body was wide open.

Open to keep accepting this love Minho insisted was powerful enough to make the impossible possible.

To keep Jisung alive even when he should've been dead.

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Jisung's fingers brushed along Minho's throat, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

His heart was… surprisingly steady instead of rushing how it usually was whenever Minho guided him into something new. 

He positioned his hand, licking his bottom lip before the pads of his fingers slowly applied pressure, the pale skin of the older's neck easily denting. He let the pressure off, however, when he felt a tap to his thigh.

"You're holding wrong." Minho hummed and Jisung blinked, pressing his lips into a tight line.

His fingers tapped along Minho's throat, pressing here and there, trying to properly find the pulsing veins he had to put pressure onto.

"I.. shit, I know. Not air, but blood. But you're too calm, I can barely feel it!" Jisung complained with a small whine, huffing as Minho shifted under him and sat up.

The older took his wrist, looking into Jisung's eyes as he gently guided the hand and fingers to the right places.

"Here. Can you feel it now?" Minho smiled and closed his eyes, Jisung eyeing him before he pressed his fingers again. 

And this time he felt it. 

Felt the pulse under Minho's skin, the rushing of blood timed with calm heartbeats. Confident now that his boyfriend lead him just right, his fingers closed in, pushing carefully until Minho's lips parted.

Jisung kept looking at Minho's face, watching it slowly become red the more pressure he put on his grip, eyelashes fluttering. 

He wasn't ever really into choking, never saw the appeal of it and when Minho suggested it because it was one of the things the older enjoyed, Jisung had been a bit doubtful. 

But now he was starting to get it. 

Sure, this was only a test run, a small lesson for Jisung to get familiar with how to grip the other's pretty throat, but it was just… mesmerizing how flushed Minho became and how dazed his eyes were when he opened them. It made Jisung wonder if the same pressure his hand kept putting matched the pressure Minho felt in his head. 

He recalled Minho telling him that it was like his heart was pounding in his ears, his head.

How the world ceased existing because all he could feel was the constant beating that echoed in his mind and since it was out of his control, he couldn't escape. 

Still careful, Jisung loosened his grip, hearing Minho's breath hitch and it was a bit endearing that this little bit was enough to get the older so hard he was leaking in his boxers.

"You're really into this…" Jisung muttered and Minho chuckled as fingers gently stroked the pink marks of where the younger had pressed into.

"It's my fav, to be honest…" 

The small whisper made Jisung stare with wide eyes in surprise. "Your favorite?" 

"Mhmm." 

The surprise was replaced with a frown and pouty lips. "Could've told me sooner…"

Jisung blushed as Minho only laughed at his words, already knowing what the older would say.

"Sung, you were afraid of spanking me when we started fucking. You were too soft for me to just ask you to choke me." 

"I still could've considere-" "You'd be running away from me. Couldn't have that, lover boy." 

Jisung pouted more and then leaned to peck Minho's smirking mouth. 

"I wouldn't." 

"You would, you big baby…"  Minho hummed and closed the space between them so they could have a proper kiss. 

Jisung's hand was still on Minho's throat and it was like he wanted to prove Minho wrong despite him being right, so he again applied pressure. 

It was strange, Minho really introduced him to many strange things that he would've never imagined himself doing before. But as Minho's lips, still parted, went slack and drool dripped between them, Jisung couldn't help but feel his own heart race and arousal build.

With Minho he got to find out so many things about himself. 

That he wasn't as soft as he thought he was.

And that even if some things terrified him, Minho's pleasure was his .

Knowing he was the one making the older lose, it was the one thing that drove Jisung wild.

So even if he still couldn't dig his fingers as tight as Minho wanted him to, Jisung knew he would get there someday.

Because if Minho wanted to feel at the edge of life for his pleasure, Jisung sure wanted to be the one guiding him towards it.

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When it slipped from between Minho's and Chan's lips, Jisung had to hold back from letting his shaking hands show.

His fingers curled tightly into his dark jeans and he felt how the sweat started forming at the back of his neck and so very slowly travelled down his skin, leaving an itch he didn't dare to reach out to scratch.

But as the other two kept talking, it kept spilling and Jisung looked down to his own hands.

His knuckles were meant to be white, but his seams had bursted like they have been doing the past month.

Black oozed, oily thickness crawling between his fingers.

Jisung coughed lightly, glancing at the two that for a moment stopped talking, their eyes staring at him with tired frowns on their faces.

His teeth grit as Jisung felt how his mouth overfilled with bitterness.

He couldn't keep it in and just stared down to his lap as he let his lips part, giving way to more black.

He was like a faucet, the darkness never stopping as it flowed out, leaving Jisung with difficulties to breathe. He was choked up and couldn't stop it.

Jisung was just glad that Minho and Chan were completely oblivious, blind to all the tar .

They were talking to him, the worry in their eyes never fading, and Jisung felt creep down his face from his hairline.

This all wasn't meant to be a conversation. 

Jisung had intended to come here and pack his bags and leave.

He needed to be far away before he destroyed what still existed between the two older men. 

He had already destroyed his links to them, but they kept being stubborn, blind .

They couldn't see it how he did, and Jisung covered his mouth to stop the black ooze from coming out.

Because if it kept coming out, the hurt in their eyes would only become greater and there would be no recovery, not even a fragile excuse of a friendship could be rebuilt

Jisung's blackness seeped without his control, a torrent of it as he got up.

His mouth moved and the dark goo sprayed, splattering over the table between them.

As Minho got up as well and shouted back, Jisung's heart raced as the same darkness overflowed from his… boyfriend? He glanced at Chan, the ooze slipping from his waterline.

Dark, everything was becoming darker as the shouting continued, Chan eventually joined, and Jisung just wanted to flee before the white kitchen tiles all turned black and it would rise until they drowned.

The more they fought, the more infected it all became and Jisung saw no choice.

He had to run.

So he ran.

Leaving it all behind, even if Chan and Minho both bursted with the dark ooze, he just hoped that the moment he decided to never turn back to the two people he once loved, he would take all the black ink with him.

Jisung didn't want the dark specks to linger and spoil what love was between the other two, because he knew if he stayed it was inevitable.

He was the one who changed, who saw all that rotten inside of his heart.

Because he stopped loving them and just wished his lovelessness wouldn't spread between the two as well.

Like his hurtful words kept spilling and spilling and spilling…

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"Shit, it smells like a dead animal in here."

Jisung's face scrunched up at the voice, grunting displeased, maybe even a little hostile as he rubbed his face against his pillow and then stuffed it in it.

He could hear the rummaging and the way Minho was trying to make his way to him, Jisung's floor pretty much a minefield of clothes, water bottles and wrappers of different things.

His head was still in the pillow when he heard his curtain being pushed away and it quite likely filled the room with bright sunlight. He grunted again, shifting around and all of his body language showed that he was more than unwilling to get up.

He heard a sigh and the bed sank as Minho sat down on it.

"Jisung." 

Fingers brushed over his naked skin, trailing along his spine before a hand gripped his shoulder and not so gently shook him.

Jisung complained with more grunts, maybe even a whine, shifting away from Minho's touch.

"Jisung, it's been three days. Get up."

"I feel like garbage." The younger croaked out. "Leave me alone."

Was it weird that he could hear Minho rolling his eyes?

"We left you alone for three days. Enough of that."

"No." Jisung grumbled and then fought as Minho pulled his blanket away, but he ultimately lost that battle and just laid there in his underwear, exposed and vulnerable, away from his cocoon of safety.

Annoyance grew within him and he propped on his elbows, face marked with the creases of his pillow as he glared at Minho.

"Fuck off, I told you I'm not feeling good, you asshole." He hissed out and saw how Minho was really not impressed by his wording.

The blatant disrespect wasn't that usual for Jisung, especially towards any of the older members.

Even less towards his boyfriend.

Minho raised one eyebrow, not saying anything, just staring at Jisung waiting for his words to sink in.

But they didn't. 

Jisung hadn't been feeling fine the past days, wasn't feeling well now and he just wanted Minho gone.

He felt gross, greasy and dirty from the several days of not showering and stewing in his room. He knew he looked just as miserable as he felt.

Minho sighed and Jisung saw him stand up again.

"Fine."

Jisung huffed and… 

He felt mildly disappointed as Minho moved away.

"If you're gonna be a little bitch, I'll treat you like one."

Jisung's eyes snapped open as hands gripped him with force and he was lifted and folded over Minho's shoulder.

He shrieked and kicked, complaining as his boyfriend carried him out of his room, completely unfazed by the younger's struggling. 

When they were in the bathroom, Minho was digging his fingers far too tight into Jisung's side to make him stay in place as he turned the shower head on.

And then Jisung found himself, still in his underwear, under the spray of water.

The two men stared at each other, both breathing a bit heavier. Minho then lifted a hand to poke Jisung straight on his left tit.

"Shower. Then we'll go out."

"I don't want to. What don't you get about me not feeling that hot right now."

"You'll feel better when you look less of a trainwreck. Shower." Minho ordered and then walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Jisung was annoyed, he didn't want to shower, he wanted to be in his bed to linger in his misery.

But he was already soaked and in the shower , so he … just did what Minho told him to do.

Once done he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, glancing at Minho who didn't even look up from his phone. Jisung mumbled and walked into his room, seeing an outfit laid out on his bed.

Boxers, socks, jeans, a t-shirt and his favorite comfy hoodie.

He grumbled again, rather childishly as he slipped into the clothes Minho picked for him and with every layer it felt like he was becoming more human and less of a garbage pile.

As he was dressed and combed his fingers through his hair all he felt was embarrassment. He chewed on his bottom lip and shuffled towards his door, eyeing his boyfriend who now looked up to him, face void of any particular expression.

Both were silent, Jisung's frown growing and he stubbornly crossed his arms and looked down at his inward turned socked feet.

Maybe he puffed his cheeks a little and pouted.

And then Minho chuckled.

"Feeling better?" 

The question was soft and teasing.

None of this was new to them.

So, with a slight wounded pride, Jisung huffed.

"Yeah."

He glanced up and saw Minho smirking at him before the older got up and approached him, taking Jisung's hand in his.

"Let's go then."

And this time Jisung didn't fight him because he knew what his boyfriend was doing.

Jisung could groan, whine and huff all he wanted.

But he knew that in a few hours, he wouldn't even recall that he had spent the last three days in a complete slump.

Because Minho always made sure to take care of him.

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Jisung was so fucking high he though he could taste colors. Everything was passing by him in a blur of flashing lights, the world in high speed but slow motion at the same time. 

As he jumped to the beats of the club he felt how his heart joined the bass, his hips swaying as everything in his body tingled and he couldn't help but laugh.

Whatever Minho slipped to him this time was a fucking blast and he never wanted this to end.

Jisung didn't like clubs, didn't even really like party drugs either but something about tonight made him throw social anxiety and responsibility out of the window.

Just for one night.

As he swayed his hips and threw his hands up in the air as he was going with the motion of the crowd, he hadn't even realized that he had lost his friends and was now dancing right in front of the high stage where the DJ worked his magic.

In a moment of wonder, Jisung lowered his arms and stared up with big sparkly eyes at the blond man in the sleeveless cropped top bathed in red lights.

The DJ was focused, his brows slightly furrowed but there was a hint of a satisfied smile on his full lips that made Jisung feel like his mouth went dry.

He didn't know for how long he stood there just staring, but eventually dark eyes met his.

Jisung grinned as the DJ grinned back at him, and feeling so out of himself and so free of hesitations, the young man fanned himself and waved his hand, hoping the DJ would understand that he wanted hotter beats to dance to.

As the bass got darker, Jisung laughed, his fingertips feeling numb as he brushed his own cheek and danced again.

His body rolled and he mouthed the lyrics of the snippets of songs he knew as the sweat soaked through his shirt from all the activity.

But he didn't stop, letting himself forget everything aside from the DJ who kept glancing at him, pulling his headphones on, seeming like he was about to change his whole prepared tracklist just to match Jisung's energy.

His head was spinning as the lights flashed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in a sheer type of pleasure from feeling the music in his bones.

Jisung was so. fucking. high.

He didn't know what time was, if his body was even real and when the person on stage changed and a hand wrapped around his wrist to drag him away to where it was darker.

The only thing he knew was that his fingers slipped into blond bleached hair that felt nearly crispy from so fried and full lips meet his own as he was pressed against a wall.

Giggles escaped him, his body still buzzing with energy and his grinding matched the mix that still filled his ears.

His hands roamed over strong arms and he felt a touch that mirrored his.

His eyes cracked open as the DJ whispered something in his ear he couldn't even recall a second later but he nodded to whatever either way.

It was just one night, just a single night of him not worrying of where he was being taken to, letting himself laugh and lean against the other man's warm body as they stepped out in the cool night and walked.

The boots on his feet were heavy, making him stumble and giggle more as he was caught and steadied on his feet. Uncharacteristic to him, he pulled the DJ in again, kissing him fervently in the middle of the street, only laughing more as the other looked at him wide eyed with flushed cheeks.

Jisung tongue didn't stop, and he kept talking, nearly skipping away if it weren't for the hand clinging to his. That grip was tight and for a moment Jisung wondered if he was starting to float and the DJ was doing him the favor of keeping him still down to earth.

He didn't really care to look around the apartment when they stepped in, to him the world was still filled with colors and the all the beats from the club lingered deep in his bones as now in privacy he was back in the DJ's arms.

Whatever happened from then on Jisung couldn't keep up, he could only laugh and giggle until his world faded eventually into black.

After just one night, came the following day.

Jisung's head hurt and he groaned as he barely opened his eyes and blue purple lights gave away he clearly wasn't anywhere familiar.

He sighed as he shifted, feeling that he was undressed aside from boxers that weren't his because they were a tad bit too big.

Sitting up on the bed, he struggled to remember anything, thinking it was strange that his body didn't really feel sore as he expected from a night of being reckless.

Blinking as the door of the room opened, he was met with a dimpled smile that his head provided flashes of in his memory.

"You good?"

Jisung licked his lips and lowered his gaze to his hands, feeling how they were getting clammy.

Everything he had gotten rid off the night before was back full force and he just muttered quietly.

"Y-yeah… Just hungover."

Jisung heard the man approach him and sit beside him on the bed. His chin was held gently before he was guided to look at the other again. Swallowing thickly, the lack of knowledge of who this really was leaving Jisung completely lost on what to say.

"Uhm…"

"You don't recall last night, right?"

Shifting uncomfortably, Jisung half shrugged. "A little?" His voice gave away how unsure of his own words he was. The man chuckled and let Jisung go, but he felt a head lean on his shoulder. 

Jisung blinked as the man was resting his forehead against him and sighed.

"Good we didn't really do anything then." 

The other muttered and Jisung did relax with that. He still was frozen in place, even as the man pulled back.

"But it's a shame. I kinda wanted to continue what we interrupted today." 

Jisung blushed and stared at the other wide eyed. "I-I mean, uh… W-we… we could?"

He felt so fucking tiny as the other eyed him and then tilted his head, similar to a curious dog.

"Do you even recall my name, Jisung?"

Jisung parted his lips, trying to roam his memory for anything . He came with nothing.

But the man didn't particularly look offended by it and just chuckled, reaching to trace his fingers over the back of Jisung's hands. He looked far too coy as he glanced at Jisung with a smile.

"Do you want to know it over breakfast?"

There was something warm about the question and Jisung let out a breathy laugh that made him shortly squeeze his eyes shut from the slight pang in his head.

"Y-yeah… I would like to."

And that's how just one night with Chan would one by one turn into many.

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He was standing by the entrance of the university, taking drags of his cigarettes, looking handsome as ever.

Jisung swallowed thickly as he approached the building for another day of lectures.

Their eyes didn't meet, they never did.

They had everything to be friends, be in the same friend group, get along.

Jisung knew he had so much in common with Minho and he was sure Minho must have known some about him as well.

But even if he was cocky, rich and beautiful, Jisung couldn't open his fucking mouth when it came to the other man.

Minho laughed brightly as he held onto the camcorder, the tape inside rolling and burning each moment he was focusing the lens on. 

The house party was brimming with people, Changbin's birthday surely being the perfect occasion to gather nearly the whole campus in one place.

Carrying the bulky camera with him, on the task to have the VHS to rule them all in the future, Minho kept searching for what to film next.

He stepped outside, watching everyone through the device, his steps slowed as the picture he was looking at with one eye focused on someone.

Always so goddamn perfect.

Jisung looked happy and polished as ever, looking great in the green windbreaker and the jeans that fit him so well. Thick chains around a long neck begging to be kissed, Minho could've already drunk a whole lot of the punch they had in the party, but he still didn't know how to approach the other.

So for this moment, he just stood there and filmed fancy pretty Jisung having fun.

"You should talk to him. Trust me, he likes you."

Jisung blinked as Felix spoke up, blushing because he had been staring at Minho across from the cafeteria.

"When haven't even talked, he doesn't really know who I am."

Felix rolled his eyes. "But you know a handful about him for someone who didn't talk to him - I digress, trust me. You totally have a chance." The blond said while taking a big bite of his sandwich and leaving Jisung frowning.

"How?" He dared to ask, leaning into his friend.

"Saw a thing. It was kinda accidental, but yeah." 

"What thing?" Jisung pressed more and Felix snorted. 

"Wouldn't you like to know. Try talking to him and maybe I'll manage to get you to watch it too."

"Stop fucking pining and talk to him. I promise you he likes you." 

"I don't- We never talked before, I don't know how to start."

Changbin groaned. "Just go and say hi like you do with anyone else. Seriously, I have had enough of the pining and now that I kno-" The shorter man snapped his mouth shut before speaking more.

Minho squinted his eyes. "Know what ?"

"That he likes you!!! Go already talk to him!!!" 

"How do you know that?" Minho raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Forget it. You should just trust me tho. He's into you." 

Minho and Jisung didn't trust their friends. Not like that at least.

And since the two didn't take action, Changbin felt Felix slipping a piece of paper into his hand as they passed each other in the hall.

Great.

They were going to high school this shit.

Jisung was sitting next to Felix, staring at the projection screen. He grinned as he took a back of chocolates out of his windbreaker, already starting to snack on it before the movie started.

Earlier that week, the film and production students had invited people on campus to see what they came up with and Jisung wouldn't miss out on it.

He loved movies.

And he was having a great time, the movie being thriller like, he could see it was a student production but they did it well enough for him to be very entertained. 

Until the film started rolling weirdly, like the next scene cut was taped together in an amateur way.

And then Jisung was staring at himself.

His heart sank in nervousness, tensing in his seat as whispers echoed through the room. 

He knew when that was, it had been Changbin's birthday party, but he didn't recall being filmed. 

The longer he saw himself on the screen, laughing and having innocent fun, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Aish, how the hell are you so pretty…"

Jisung froze at the words that were played along with the scene of himself. The voice sounded familiar.

Before the video could confirm it, Jisung shot up and turned around, his eyes searching for the one he was sure that voice belonged to. 

And then his eyes found his .

" Yo!Minho! You gotta film the boys chugg-"

Again everything cut off and the film rolled and rolled until it was the movie again.

Jisung kept staring at Minho, who stared back at him.

Until the older got up to run away.

It took longer than Jisung would've liked to catch up to Minho, both of them out of breath and trying to soothe their burning lungs. Jisung had to pretty much tackle the other, both now laying on the ground, Jisung's fingers curled tightly into the burgundy bomber jacket.

Minho was hiding his face, but his pink ears gave everything away.

And Jisung's heart was racing as he sat up and moved to straddle the older. 

Their breaths evened out and Minho dared to peek from between his fingers before eventually dropping his hands at his sides, just barely brushing over the younger's jeans.

The two of them had to talk. Say something.

But as always being in each other's presences made everything stay stuck.

So Jisung did the next best thing and leaned down to press their lips together.

His body rushed with warmth as Minho gasped softly beneath him before reaching and tugging the younger even closer.

With each little bit, the knots in their throats unravelled and as they parted, both still staying close, they whispered to each other in unison.

" Hey ."

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The clicking of a tongue made Felix flinch, his head tugging subtly on the reigns.

It was all so small, but it was enough for him to lose the rhythm of the canter he had been guided to train today. His legs knocked together and he nearly tripped, whining around the bit in his mouth. The sound was frustrated, more at himself, especially when with a stronger tug to the reign he was forced into a stop.

He shook his head, trying to unstick his blond hair from his sweaty forehead and he shifted rather restless as his heart kept racing. Both from the effort and from the steps approaching him.

He couldn't see his trainer from the way he was held, but he did feel the brush of the crop along his bare thigh. 

Jumpy due to his restricted vision, Felix flinched again, a shiver running down his spine.

"If you keep distracting yourself, you're never going to make it even through trials, boy." 

Felix whined again, tensing up as he felt the hand brushing along his lower back. 

He then felt his harness being tugged on, the thick leather and rope that had been digging into his skin having been specifically made for him to look pretty and sparkly for the shows. It was new to him, even new to his trainer.

Felix's training sessions after all were usually focused on something completely different. 

And it was showing on how restless he was becoming, body tingly by the fingers brushing his skin, that this training session had to change to something they were more familiar with.

Felix whined again, one of his legs kicking the ground and the attitude earned him a very sharp trained whip.

The crop cracked against his skin, making him try to strangle a moan. Hanging his head, he fought against the tugs on the reigns, whimpering as he was once again struck. 

He eventually let himself be guided and he finally could see his trainer.

Jeongin's face was rather void of any particular expression, leaving Felix to feel smaller than he was, becoming fidgety despite his want to behave.

A disappointed sigh escaped from Jeongin's lips, his sharp travelling over Felix's body, focusing on the spot where the ponyboy's arousal clearly showed. 

Felix felt embarrassed that his body so often reacted that way, his gaze lowering shamefully because he already knew what was about to come.

"I don't know why I spent so much in getting you all this pretty show gear when you really only have one use." 

Felix's heart was galloping in his chest, freckled skin turning pink.

"A pretty one trick pony, hm, Lixie?" Jeongin asked and Felix squirmed, body pulsing with his trainer's words.

The crop was brushed over his cock, making him squeeze his eyes tightly shut and whine more.

"Just a pretty little dumb pleasure pony."

Felix shivered as the reigns were tugged on again, Jeongin guiding him back to his stable. Excitement rushed through his body as he trotted next to his trainer.

Inside once Jeongin tied the reigns to the pole, Felix didn't even wait to bend over  and spread his legs. 

And the chuckle he got was all he needed to know that his trainer sure didn't mind that the pet he got was just a needy pleasure pony with no other use than to offer himself up.

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A guttural sound slipped from his lips as his fingers dug into hips that were already showing signs of bruises.

His eyes barely could keep open as he snapped his body against the other's but he got glimpses from the bites littering pale skin.

He kept taking everything and he was given everything but it still wasn't enough .

Jisung needed more but he didn't know what else to take from Minho.

Pulling out  he flipped the older around, seeing how Minho's eyes fluttered dazed.

He looked like he didn't know what up or down was anymore and Jisung slid right back in, watching Minho throw his head back and his eyebrows tilt up as he sang in pleasure.

Jisung fucked him at an unforgiving place, his mouth mapping out collarbones and throat, grazing his teeth before biting down and feeling Minho's nails dig into him until his skin broke.

A small whisper of more slipping from plush lips made the feeling of desperation bubble in the younger, his heart squeezing tight.

It just wasn't enough .

His fingers dug in gunmetal gray hair at the same time his own dark strands were tugged on.

Lips crashed, hungrily devouring as Jisung tried to push their bodies beyond their limits.

Jisung needed more, Minho needed more.

They didn't know what else to give to each other.

It wasn't enough when they released, Jisung gritting his teeth and his muscles spasming as he kept going until it hurt.

Minho began to cry, but he kept begging for more, clinging so tightly to Jisung's body like stopping wasn't an option.

Frustration was the only thing he felt and he saw it mirrored in Minho's eyes as eventually their bodies couldn't just take it anymore and their bodies had to be forced apart.

The stench of sweat, sex and desperation filled the dark room they didn't recall when they stepped out from last.

Hours, days, weeks .

Jisung just stared tiredly into Minho's eyes that stared right back, both of them fighting exhaustion from fully creeping into their bones.

Sleeping was a waste of time. 

Existing apart was a waste of time.

So Jisung tugged Minho closer, feeling the older wrap himself around him, digging his teeth into his neck.

And Jisung's fingernails dug into thighs, hoping to break into skin.

Fuse himself with Minho's flesh.

To take everything he could so he could give Minho everything back.

So they could be one instead of two halves.

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Everyone knew Minho liked Jisung and Jisung liked Minho.

Best friends that were just needing that last push to finally get together.

Changbin knew it far too well that the two were meant for each other and he had been determined to help them get their feelings for each other out.

And considering how determined he was on the task…

How come he suddenly was the one having a fling with them?

And it wasn't even a three way, it wasn't even hidden .

He was just here, blinking as Jisung puckered his lips far too cutely at him in the studio in a way he couldn't resist. 

Changbin was sometimes there, watching Minho giggle after teasing him, their fingers entwined in search for a spot to make out.

Jisung crawling into his bed at night.

Minho whisking him away to sleep over in his room.

Here and there.

Changbin realized he was dating each of them when he saw the two talking, comparing schedules on their phones.

"You can take Binnie to the bbq place on Sunday, Min. I'll be busy anyways."

"Hm, okay… He mentioned he wanted to go out biking. Do you want to do that?"

"Urgh, too much effort… Maybe you can go biking with him on Sunday and I'll get him to the bbq on… Tuesday?"

It was weird. 

Too weird to see the two friends that were meant to be together arranging dates separately. Changbin didn't want that. It felt wrong, like it wasn't meant to be that way.

Not that he didn't like them - he liked them very much, especially their kisses and wandering hands - but they were meant to be together.

"I can bike with Felix and grab bbq with Chan. Maybe you two should arrange to spend some time together." He chimed in, the two other boys jumping a little and looking at him with big eyes.

And then it got noisy.

Minho yelling, Jisung flinching at the loudness and whining, both of them complaining and talking over each other. Changbin usually was just as loud but this wasn't going according to his plans.

"Ya! Let's go all together then!" 

The two quieted down, looked at each other and Changbin watched them have a silent conversation.

"I mean… We could?" Jisung asked.

"We could." Minho shrugged.

From then on it became a bit weirder.

Suddenly it was the three of them being here and there. 

Changbin in the middle.

He was still confused on how he became part of the equation. Like he was the plus sign between one and one.

The two were being stubborn, still being friends and Changbin being the boyfriend .

It was better with all the three of them together but it still wasn't quite there.

He really had to be responsible for the last push.

So Changbin did what he thought would be best.

Took both their hands after a day out and took them to his room.

Clothes off, kisses, touches.

Changbin still in the middle.

And then they finally kissed.

He watched Jisung dig his fingers tight into Minho's thighs as Minho tugged on Jisung's hair. Messy, hot wet tongues moving with urgency in a way that showed the two had longed for that.

Changbin just watched, pleased with himself that he finally succeeded.

That was it, things were right. One and one together.

But then he was being tugged and pulled and his tongue was meeting two others. Three pair of hands touching, three bodies coming together.

And Changbin realized that now things weren't right. They were complete.

Because one and one needed that plus sign between them to make it work out.

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Jisung was bored.

Far too young with far too much money and power, he walked down the halls of the urban art exposition, people trailing after his sluggish steps as he passed by every graffiti, every installation with pure boredom in his eyes. The panels were pretty, and he meant it in a completely derogatory manner. None of them really impressed him.

Whenever he stopped and tipped his sunglasses down, the ones trailing behind him held their breaths.

Too young, too rich, too influential .

A word of his and an artist needing to break into abandoned places to do their art would suddenly be worth millions . One snap of his finger and someone at the top of the world would be dragged down to hell.

Too much.

So much he was bored.

He's been travelling the world for a year now looking for a spark, for something ridiculously different. Something that would make his prodigy eyes shine.

Jisung sometimes laughed by himself in his penthouse with a bottle of beer in his head when he thought that the world really gave a dude in his early twenties so much power.

What did his opinion even matter, art was subjective. 

But apparently people didn't think like that, they thought some were born with eyes that could transcend everything. Trends, wealth, the future.

Maybe he should play. 

Just to get rid of the boredom and tickle his narcissism even further.

It was stupid. Crude, simple. 

And it all started with him seeing a doodle of an ugly face on a napkin.

The doodler was a pretty man who looked just as bored as Jisung despite being from a completely different world.

Minho might've been even worse off with his boredom because at Jisung's offer, he just blinked slowly and sighed.

Not interested , he had said.

That had been a first and that was maybe why Jisung pushed. 

Pushed enough that he was spilling to Minho his true intentions.

To make fun of everyone. 

Their deal wasn't serious from the start. 

And that at least had caught Minho's attention.

Jureumi was fucking everywhere .

Walls, keychains, designer clothes, fucking dancing in Times Square . 

Jisung had seen a doodle knock off on a loaf of bread. 

It was ridiculous how with a few calls, Minho's doodles had taken over the world.

The two of them laughed, stupidly drunk, Minho still liked drawing on napkins.

Adds character to the complete insanity , he said.

Jisung couldn't help but agree. 

The two were in his penthouse, stripped down to their boxers, their skins salty from drying sweat from earlier activities pertaining to the bedroom.

Bet that if you say a single word we can get a jizz Jureumi printed on some model's bag? , Minho had joked. 

And the more ludicrous the idea was, the more the two wanted to do it.

Go stupid, go wild, make the world fight itself for a jizz doodle.

They were really pushing it. 

But it was too much fun .

They were alive .

And to keep feeling like that, together, they really didn't fear ever crossing the limit.

Not that it would happen. 

The world was too stupid and Jisung liked sharing his power with Minho too much.

Let a stupid jizz Jureumi reign the world.

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Chan never thought that he would have a problem with getting into a relationship. He even less thought that he would struggle this much to get a date with someone he liked.

Maybe he had simply forgotten that time passed and people moved on, not waiting for him to catch up for when he had time.

Felix had a crush on him years back, had tried to worm himself between the schedules and Chan's insomnia filled nights, but the leader had no space for him back then

And then Chan wanted him, and when he reached out it was a little too late. The crush was gone and Felix had closed that door. Gently, but he didn't seem to have the key anywhere visible for Chan to take it again.

With Minho it was the same thing. 

The dancer had shown his interest, wanted them to be for each other beyond the support shared. 

But Chan was still too close-minded, wanting to carry his personal worries on his own, he forgot that he was allowed want and desire. 

And when his eyes drifted to Minho and lingered, the suggestion of giving it a try was now absurd to the dancer.

Chan was trying to give his heart away, take someone's hand to go out on dates, but the ones who reached out to him before moved on. 

He didn't take it against them and mostly blamed himself for not ever giving himself the time to cherish them when they asked.

So now he sat alone in his room, the dorm quiet as he wondered if he should… Just step out. Do the thing he wanted to do with someone just on his own.

He was pulling up the page of this one restaurant he wanted to visit, when he heard shuffling feet and his door creak open.

Jisung peeked his head inside, eyes small from sleepiness and his hoodie pulled over his head.

"Thought you would be out…" The younger muttered and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

Chan sighed and shrugged. "Everybody is out already doing whatever."

Jisung hummed and a bit of silence stretched between them.

"Wanna watch anime?" 

The question really held nothing much to it and Jisung was trying to look casual, but his sock covered toes curled.

Chan wanted to go out and he knew he could tell the other that this was in his plans, but the way Jisung looked cozy made the older doubt Jisung would want to leave the dorm. 

"Get the laptop."

Chan felt warm with the laptop resting on his thighs and Jisung tucked at his side.

While still wanting to go out, explore the world, go on dates, the older found himself liking the routine of being on his bed and having the younger so close.

Different from Felix and Minho who were so direct in showing their interest, Jisung was… subtle. 

It was a press of legs, a head leaning on Chan's shoulder, short and testing glances. 

Chan took a bit to catch up on all of those, noticing that if he didn't make a move he might let Jisung slip as well. 

He couldn't let that happen. Not with this one. 

They were on the whateverth episode of this new anime Jisung had suggested when Chan wrapped his arm around the younger's shoulder and brought him closer. 

Jisung's breath hitched and for a moment they didn't move more.

Chan swallowed thickly before leaning in closer, brushing his nose against a soft cheek. Jisung's fingers reached out and curled into older's black tanktop.

And feeling Chan's racing heart was enough to give him the courage he had needed all this while.

Their lips met softly, slow and careful. The kiss didn't deepen even if they tilted their heads and the laptop was shoved aside so Chan could have a lapful of the younger.

Fingers found curls and fluffy hair as their lips played almost innocently. When Jisung pulled back and their eyes met, Chan grinned a bit bashful.

"Want to go to that new sushi place with me?" 

Jisung scrunched up his nose before laughing and leaning their foreheads together.

"Yeah, would love to." 

Chan had missed so many opportunities to go on a date before, but he found himself at ease to know that maybe it all had happened for this one thing to work out.

Maybe Jisung had been the perfect timing since the start.

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Jisung was about to bite into some lazy sandwich he put together when he heard the front door open. He perked up as he heard rushed moves and the clear sound of a backpack and shoes being just dropped to the ground, followed of what could closely be described as stomps.

" YOU. " 

Minho appeared, his face fired up with something Jisung couldn't quite decipher to be good or bad, so he only could stare at his fast-approaching boyfriend with huge round eyes. The older grabbed him by the waist and pressed him back against the counter, Jisung tensing and pulling his shoulders up as he was pinned to the spot.

"H-hi-" "Shut up."

He snapped his mouth shut as Minho's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You only have two options right now, you lil shit." 

"Hey, that's rud-" "I said shut up."

Minho grabbed his face with one hand and squished his cheeks, Jisung unavoidably pouting his lips with it.

"You use those stupid arms of yours to carry me to our bedroom and exorcise my soul out of my body with your dick or I'll fuck you here against the counter so hard you won't be able to step in here without getting hard remembering."

Jisung choked on air, definitely not expecting any of this, face tinting pink.

"Excuse me!?" He choked out and Minho huffed, the older's hands already pulling and tugging Jisung's tanktop off and throwing it to the ground, making the younger squeak and cover his chest to retain some of his already non-existent dignity."

"You heard me. Off. Off!" Minho growled, his own ears pink as he started tugging on Jisung's sweats. A laugh escaped the younger, trying to take hold of Minho's wrists and they ended up batting at each other like silly kittens until Minho groaned in frustration and decided to pick up Jisung himself and throw him over his shoulder.

Jisung screamed a little, barely putting up a struggle because he was now more amused than anything else.

"What the fuck prompted this, Minho!?"

"Changbin."

Blinking confused and then grunting as he was thrown onto their unmade bed, Jisung propped himself onto his elbows as he watched Minho strip. A frown followed before he then laughed more. The older was already back onto tugging his sweatpants off.

"Did he send you a vid of our workout?"

Minho gave a disgruntled sound out, his ears turning red as he crawled on top of Jisung.

"Fuck your arms, seriously. And your tits. And your ass. Fucking squats, I swear…"

Jisung barked out another round of laughter as he was manhandled,

"Who gave you the right to look at this…" Minho bit down on Jisung's shoulder and the younger just snorted, not being able to hold back a smirk.

"Well, Thank you. I'm glad you think I'm hot, babe."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now fuck. We get to fucking. Now." 

Jisung laughed more as he flipped their positions to get on top and grinned big.

"With pleasure, desperate thing~"

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Minho blinked as he was kicking his shoes off once he entered the apartment. 

He heard a squeak coming from the living room and scrambling and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 

Jisung was up to something .

Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, he mentally prepared himself after hanging his coat and walked into the room his boyfriend was in, sitting a bit too posed. Feigning to be casual. 

But Minho saw the full cheeks tinted pink and a slightly controlled breathing, as well as a single.drop of sweat rolling from Jisung's neck.

But more importantly, the TV was on q cooking channel.

"Hey, Min." Jisung greeted, grinning big with his big eyes as the older approached him, leaning his hands at the backrest of the couch yo glance at a strategically placed cushion on Jisung's lap.

"Hm. Hi. What are you doing?" Minho commented without giving much away, but he did raise one eyebrow. Jisung shrugged, his smile wavering the slightest bit as he glanced at the screen and saw a fish being beheaded.

"Uh, just watching something." 

Minho clicked his tongue and nodded, both growing silent for a very long while. The tension was becoming palpable, anticipation growing until Minho found the right moment to move.

He was faster than Jisung, grabbing the tv remote before the younger could take hold of it and Minho quickly flipped the channel.

Motors roared, a crowd cheered.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Jisung! Monster trucks? Are you for real!?" 

Jisung gaped for a moment before his face became red and he spluttered.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" His voice was too high and Minho didn't hesitate to tug the cushion off the younger's lap, a very hard cock coming into view.

Minho stared pointedly and Jisung groaned.

"Explain." The older demanded, his lips twitching in absolute amusement as Jisung groaned annoyed and fumbled to get his dick back into his boxers.

"Fuck off." Minho stared more and Jisung rubbed his face. 

Silence filled the room again, until a new truck came into view, its motor roaring loudly and Jisung shivered.

More silence.

"The… The tires, fuck, I dunno. Look like they are good to rub on." Jisung mumbled, sinking further into the couch, pulling on the collar to hide his head to hide into his shirt.

"Tch…" Minho chuckled and then sighed, watching his boyfriend crumble in embarrassment.

" Baby isn't good enough for you anymore?" Minho smirked and ruffled the bit of Jisung's hair that was still showing.

"Stop thaaaat…" Jisung whined and pulled his head out again. "I didn't fuck your car again!"

Minho crossed his arms and tilted his head. Jisung winced.

"Okay, fine. I… I did , but-"

"It's fine, Jisung." Minho snorted and shook his head, starting to move to get into the kitchen. He was hungry.

"What?" The younger asked perplexed and Minho shrugged.

"It's fine. Your thing. It's fine. Go back to jacking off to your hot wheels, babe." Minho snickered and grinned mischievously, making Jisung whine again.

And as Minho was heating up some leftovers, he could hear his boyfriend's moans and the roars of car motors.

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Minho glanced out of the window of his café to the little coffee shop at the other side of the road. His big eyes took in the sleek black sign with the golden caramel letters over the entry that just gave a bit of a peek into the shop.

He had been there a handful of times, could recall smooth black leather and dark woods, but Minho especially could recall the owner of it. Recall a heart-shaped smile and dark eyes under the dyed warm brown bangs. Recall strong looking hands and tanned skin that made Minho's mouth water. 

Han Jisung had a beautiful body beneath his all black clothes, dark as the aromatic coffee he sold. 

And his personality was as sweet as the caramel in the macchiato everyone seemed to love.

Minho sighed softly, his eyes drifting around his bright little place. Soft light beige, his café smelled more like vanilla than coffee itself. He couldn't help but purse his lips as the fluffy cream coloured seats and puffs as well as the synthetic wool blankets he left out for his clients whenever it got colder.

Bright, soft, gentle and creamy. 

It was cozy and homey, not really a place that would lure the coffee shop owner at the other side of the street, who apparently liked sophistication and sleekness.

Minho could only scoff and look down to his sweet vanilla latte, fingertips tapping along the mug…

It was hard to say when Jisung became so present, but Minho knew that Felix's cheesecake was the thing that hooked him into the café.

Not that the older would complain, he really liked having Jisung and inviting him into his little haven after all. 

Minho would imagine that after long days, Jisung would close down the shop and go home, but he started hanging out during the last hour of Minho's café. He hung around while chatting with whoever was available, it most often being Minho himself since he liked wrapping things up in the café. 

Jisung felt a bit out of place, dressed all in black and his hair neatly styled despite a full day of running a shop. Minho felt a bit self-conscious with his cream coloured bleached hair that liked frizzing a bit too much.

But the young man was just too charming, his smile too warm and sweet and Minho caught himself wondering if caramel macchiatos held any bitterness to them. After all, Jisung seemed to be just sweetness.

Much, much later Minho found out why Jisung reminded him so much of the drink the younger did so well. 

The sweetness was sticky, addicting and easy to fall for. Caramel filled his mouth as Jisung kissed him at the back of the café after too much tension built up. Minho was melting with the warmth, feeling himself unable to unstick from the other's body, mind slowly dripping like molasses did. 

And it wasn't the bitterness that caught him off-guard, it was the strength with which Jisung took over him. Like a shot of espresso, it lit him alive and made his heart race dangerously. He could feel his pulse in his ears, it was threateningly close to anxiety but Jisung kept him grounded with his hands digging into his skin and his lips at the back of his neck. 

Caramel Macchiato that melted gently on his tongue since he didn't handle bitterness but still kept him vibrating.

Minho never wanted to stop drinking Jisung up, never wanted to stop having Jisung inside of him.

They were laying on Minho's bed, the sun finally creeping into the room and signalling the early morning. Jisung had been oddly awake first and instead of letting his boyfriend sleep he didn't resist but kiss the light creamy skin of Minho's back. 

His tongue peeked out, licking a slow languid stripe simply because he could and also because tasting Minho always brought him comfort. 

Minho tasted and felt like home , like gentleness that filled your body with warmth. Reliable and always welcoming, his vanilla scent eased Jisung's never-resting soul. Loving Minho was so simple and Jisung couldn't help but always want to dive into him, bask in the warmth and coziness the older always enveloped him in from the inside out.

Comforting like a sweet Vanilla Latte. 

Adoringly, sweet and loving Minho

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Minho was annoyed.

He never had been someone to particularly care that much about his physique, he did enough to please the general crowd - after all, he was an idol - but he simply considered being fit and healthy the necessary thing. He needed to have power in his legs, a strong core and agile reflexes to dance and make an impact, but there was were his thoughts about needing a certain body ended.

He knew he could workout more and broaden his body, make his arms bulk, his chest look more defined, but that was the thing: he knew he could but he never considered it necessarily needed.

That started to change a bit because he was surrounded pretty much 24/7 with young men that were going for that. Changbin and Chan already had the headstart, Minho had occasionally joined them in the past, but now Jisung and Jeongin were also going down this trail. And it wasn't like what they were doing and their bodies getting stronger made Minho annoyed… maybe even jealous.

It was a certain someone's attention. 

That Felix enjoyed built bodies was no mystery, he had said so himself far too many times, but to a certain degree, Minho had believed it was more towards an admiration - slash - inspiration thing. So he wasn't deterred when he started subtly flirting with Felix when the younger started filling his mind, trying to get his attention mostly when they were at the dorms and things were progressing. He at least believed so.

When he had invited the younger for a trip and one that would end up with the two of them in a hot bath together, he kinda expected Felix to be touchy. 

Minho knew his body was nice, but he also knew that it hadn't been particularly built considering he had been rather lazy with physical training. So Felix's fingers did brush his skin, his eyes crinkling and freckles standing out in the flush caused by the warm water, but Minho didn't spot that look.

That hungry one made Felix's brows arch and the younger dig his teeth into his knuckles.

So Minho decided he would get back full force into working out. Sure, he might be doing it to get Felix's attention, but it wouldn't hurt his health either. Kind of win-win in his opinion.

And it took a while til he got there. A lot of sweat and maybe some tears were shed as Changbin helped him out when his trainer wasn't available and he refused to skip a day unless his body was screaming at him. To be fair, the state of his body wasn't even being really shown off, his stage outfits surely hanging well on his frame but they were never tight and fitting to show the extent of his hard work. And at home, he honestly was too tired to wear something nice to catch the eyes of the boy he had been into.

But then the day finally came. 

The outfit was a bit different from what he usually wore considering the fit of the fabric on his skin. It was thick and stretchy, shaping around his body that left little to imagination. And he wasn't a fool; he knew the zipper added to it.

And as he was shortly busy, he felt a hand on him. Glancing up, he saw the camera, but he also saw Felix, looking with interested eyes as his hand ran over Minho's body and the older couldn't help but preen under the attention he had been craving and was finally getting. He puffed his chest out and put tension in his muscles to bulge, smiling just a tad bit at Felix's spark of want in his eyes.

Minho surely wanted to grab the other right there and then, show him the strength he had built, but sadly he couldn't do that with them being filmed.

But he didn't hesitate to pick Felix up and press him against the wall when later that night the younger appeared at his door, knuckle between his teeth and eyes glittering with hunger.

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Jisung was unfair.

He knew he was cruel as he was now on stage, belting his very soul out, and he wasn't thinking at all about the girl wearing the golden band that matched the one on his finger.

Jisung had never intended to become someone so indifferent, so toxic to the one he vowed his life for, but that was the thing.

As he closed his eyes to bare his heart to this whole crowd, he knew the worthless organ in his chest was vowed for and dedicated but not to the one by his side.

Only his body belonged to his wife because that was the only thing he could have given to her.

Everything else? 

Minho's.

His throat hurt as he sang, eyes refusing to open because in this moment he hopelessly thought of Minho seeing him. Of Minho knowing that right now he was selfish as always and only thought about him.

A movie played under his eyelids, filled with sparkling eyes and bunny teeth. A supercut of all their memories in tune to the lyrics that undoubtedly were for his ex.

Jisung knew that Minho was aware of how much of a shell he became after they lost each other without the possibility of it being repaired. Too many of his songs were sprinkled with that greater-than-life longing, with promises that no matter who was by his side his heart had a name carved on it and it was Minho's.

It's been years and Jisung still feels utterly heartbroken even if it was all his fault in the first place. 

He had ruined them, believing that their love was something unbreakable, that Minho would always be there even if Jisung was stupid, a fool.

And now, while Minho moved on, heart and soul, Jisung was still here.

He knew he should let go, grow away from it all, love the girl who waited for him at home. 

But he was here, singing all these songs he wrote with all of him bleeding in the want for the one he could never have again.

Nearly crying the last words out, he let his forehead lean against the microphone, letting his racing heart fade away with the instrumentals.

And for a last moment, he kept his eyes tightly shut, to reminisce in the way Minho's pink lips shaped three little words he would never hear from him again.

Lifting his head, his eyes then opened and he smiled at the roaring crowd before the music started again.

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It had been fine until they decided to take their shirts off to get into the pool.

Minho had said that his chest was marked due to the cupping massage he had and Jisung's rational brain obviously provided a rational answer which was, it's massage marks, no biggie.

And it really wasn't a deal to show these marks to the world, they were perfectly circular, round and pink, they couldn't be mistaken with anything else.

But Jisung had a strange primitive side in himself that awoke when the other man was now just standing there, the water reaching to his ribs and his perfectly built strong body for show.

The younger was frozen where he stood himself, the cooling temperature of the water not doing much against the bubbling warmth within him. Jisung approached Minho slowly, his eyes on the round bruises.

Jisung could see how Minho's eyebrows rose in question and his ears turned pink as the marks from the younger's intense staring,  but he didn't say anything.

There wasn't anyone around to bother them here, the pool area empty since pretty much everyone seemed to prefer the beach.

Jisung glanced back into Minho's eyes, seeing the silent question before he reached out. His fingers traced along the circumference of the cupping marks, pressing softly only for the older to hiss in sensitivity. Jisung had to swallow the urge to growl like an animal, possessive and in dislike of seeing marks he wasn't responsible for marring Minho's pretty skin.

His pretty everything. 

Minho was so pretty it made Jisung's heart hurt, the older's longer hair just adding to how gorgeous he was. Even more because Minho let one side of his bangs beautifully fall over one of his eyes, giving him that seductive mysterious look that Jisung had always been attracted to.

They were in public and Jisung really shouldn't let himself go like that, but how could he even hold back? 

His hands took hold of Minho's waist below the water and pulled him close so he could lean down and press a soft kiss on one of the rounded bruises.

"Jisung, what are you doing…" Minho muttered, but didn't really stop him as he mouthed along the marks, licking over the hot skin and tasting Minho's sweat where the chlorine of the water hadn't reached.

Minho grunted and then whined as Jisung's mouth because more forceful, lips sucking and his teeth grazing, making the pinks of the cupping marks turn red. 

Jisung's horny possessive brain just couldn't help but be against any type of mark that wasn't his on Minho. 

The older struggled a little, Minho's eyes trying to stay attentive to their surroundings as Jisung was becoming even more aggressive, backing his body against the edge of the pool. Their bodies flush, Jisung kept putting his marks over the other's chest until the primal part within him hummed satisfied.

He pulled his head back, watching Minho's flustered red face and his cloudy eyes. Jisung let his gaze trail down to where the older's cute bunny teeth poked out, his breath coming out from plush lips in soft puffs. 

"You drive me fucking insane, pretty…" Jisung whispered and brushed his lips along Minho's jawline, seeing his eyelashes flutter. "You're coming with me to my room, yeah?" 

Minho hummed, his fingers sliding over Jisung's abs, lower towards the waistband of his swimming trunks where the younger's cock was straining already. Minho then chuckled, nuzzling one of the squishy cheeks.

"Only if you ride me." The older whispered, eyes half-lidded and seductive and Jisung's heart was threatening to break out of his chest. 

"I'll ride you and do a little more, yeah?" Jisung smirked, pressing his hips against Minho's to seek friction. And the older only gasped, smiling dazed.

"Good thing we got the day for ourselves, huh?"

Jisung laughed. 

"The very best thing."

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Jisung wished he wasn't as experienced with STDs as he was, but catching a thing here or there was pretty much bound to happen considering his rather irresponsible sex life.

His far too active sex life.

But he just couldn't help it. 

Currently in his last year of college, Jisung made the most of it. Dating was never an option simply because he just wanted to enjoy as many bodies as he could. He was notorious, yes, but he also was really sought for in parties and surely didn't let an opportunity pass.

Jisung was a fuckboy, not necessarily for being an asshole playing with people's hearts, but because he fucked a lot.

He saw a hole and his dick would be in it a few moments later.

So yeah, it was obvious that he would catch a thing or two.

But what he could've never predicted was to actually catch the most complicated of all STDs.

Chan and Changbin were laughing at him as they sat in their dorm, his face flushed from the utter embarrassment .

"It's disgusting, I can't fucking I got this disease -" "I fucking can't with you calling this a disease!!" Changbin barked and laughed most, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye.

Jisung huffed and his arms flailed and moved as he spoke.

"It is a disease! Specifically an STD!! I had sex with that guy and he just… just gave it to me!! And now I can't get rid of if!!"

Chan wheezed and slapped his knee. "God, this is so good ! Jisung, you didn't catch a disease, you caught feelings !" 

The younger got up and groaned.

"No! It's a fucking slimy infection! Feelings? I refuse to call it that!" 

And of course, he was in denial. He didn't catch feelings, he didn't get involved, he didn't want to!

But the second he closed his eyes all he could think of was the man he had met at the bar and brought home last night.

Minho was so goddamn pretty. His eyes glittering with seductive mischief and his pouty lip shaping the most infuriating smirk. Jisung was, metaphorically, on his knees the second he had seen him. They had danced, their bodies moving so perfectly in sync as their playful whispers made Jisung only want him more. Minho was fun and interesting aside from being hot and when they were finally in Jisung's bedroom…

Jisung was mind-blown. 

If his dick was bomb, Minho's ass was an atomic warfare.

Their bodies became one in the best possible way, melting together and Minho's face in pleasure was haunting him. Jisung felt shivers just remembering, his body throbbing and dick twitching in his sweatpants.

Minho obliterated him, leaving Jisung shaky after the third round of orgasm that he physically needed the other man to stay the night. Needed to hold him, needed to make sure Minho's trembling spent body came down its high and only the perfection of a night of overwhelming sex lingered.

And then in the morning, he was woken up with lips against his neck and a hand wrapped around his cock that quickly turned into a lazy fourth round.

Minho left, after having coffee and pressing a few last kisses while slipping his phone number into Jisung's phone.

When not even half an hour later Jisung texted the man with a row of emojis that together implied something filthy and Minho's reply was just as much an unhinged combination, Jisung realized he had caught the disease.

Desperate about it, he had run to Chan and Changbin to explain his awful condition, he had come to them to find a cure , a solution . He had not come here to be the end of the stick.

But here he was now, being mocked and only being interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Jisung took it out and he let out a strangled sound, face blushing.

"What is it? Is it him?" Chan instantly asked and Jisung grumbled.

"He… is … inviting me to a coffee date." 

The words were whispered and then followed by silence before his two friends began laughing again.

"Maybe he can get you a cure!" Changbin snickered and the younger felt a little bit like dying.

But he bit his bottom lip and his fingers swiftly moved over the screen.

Since he caught this nasty STD from Minho - the man was showing the symptoms by inviting Jisung after all - it was likely he had the cure.

Or something else to remedy it.

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Sipping on a juice box while wearing a robe, Minho blinked up and looked away from his phone as he heard the ruckus.

A small smile dared to grace his lips before he could even help it as he heard the several rushed distressed apologies and the distinct and familiar where is Minho?

He didn't have to move, waiting in the dressing room until the door opened abruptly and loudly to reveal his favorite person.

The designer's hair was sticking out, glasses slipped low on the bridge of Jisung's cute nose.

"I'm so sorry! So sorry for being late again!" Jisung blurted the words out, his cheeks flushed a bit from embarrassment but also exertion from the heavy begs he was holding. 

Minho only hummed and smiled as he saw Jeongin running the few last steps behind Jisung, the designer's assistant apparently having intended to help the little mess Jisung was.

"My time's all yours, Jisung. Save the apologies for the photographer." Minho chuckled fondly as the young man in front of his seemed about to turn back to indeed go and apologize to Seungmin, who would click today, but he was stopped by Jeongin who just sighed a bit exasperated and reminded Jisung that they had to start getting Minho into the first outfit.

"R-right! I'll- uh, apologize later!" Jisung nodded but then was already moving the hangers to start organizing his designs on them.

As Jisung was distracted, the model looked at Jeongin and winked at him before mouthing I got this . The assistant nodded, trusting Minho since this, by far, wasn't the first time they all worked together.

Once the door of the room fell shut, Minho shrugged the robe off and stood in his underwear, waiting for Jisung. It didn't take long for the designer to turn, holding a beautiful sheer black shirt with glittery golden patterns and some sleek dark pants to fit it.

"Okay. Here we go, this is the first lo-" Jisung turned and Minho had to hold back from smirking as Jisung froze a bit just to stare at the model. 

It was so incredibly cute how no matter how many times Jisung saw him in his state of undress, he always had to stop and stare, big round eyes shining with wonder.

Minho watched the designer shake his head and approach Minho. "F-first the pants. They are pretty straight forward."

The model nodded, taking it from the younger man's hand to start slipping into it, Jisung then reaching to help out once Minho realized that the pants were particularly tight. 

It was a bit of a struggle, but the painted on look was rewarding, the almost wet feel of the fabric making Minho's legs look as perfect as they possibly could. 

He stood still as Jisung pulled and fixed everything in place, Minho not being too fazed by the hands brushing him due to the professional aspect. 

The shirt was a more delicate piece, Jisung helping him by holding it and guiding Minho as he put it on, the model eyeing the rather long sleeves and how they went past his fingertips. The model stood still as Jisung stood in front of him, brows furrowed in focus as he buttoned it all the way up.

"Tucked?" Minho asked softly and Jisung blinked, stepping a bit back to look at him.

"Hm. Yes. One side." And he was close again, the two of them working to tuck one side of the fabric into the waistline of the pants.

Minho just observed as Jisung then pinched the fabric here and there, smoothing his hands over the older's shoulder for the fit to fall perfectly.

And he kept eyeing the pretty designer further as Jisung seemed thoughtful, light fingers stopping at the button close to Minho's collarbones.

And Minho, if it were any other designer, might've been uncomfortable by the way Jisung went to hastily unbutton the buttons he had slipped into their holes before, tugging the shirt open and mindlessly letting his fingers brush over the skin of the model's chest.

Jisung… always had moments like these, like he couldn't resist touching Minho, his fluttering touch over the collarbones being a bit too intimate for a professional setting.

There was the want to tease the designer, comment on what he was doing without even thinking, but Minho was smarter by now. The first time he mentioned it, Jisung pulled back like he had been burned, face going red while his eyes widened in horror from realization.

It had taken half a year then for Jisung to choose him again to model his designs and Minho wouldn't dare to have a repeat of that.

He knew he was Jisung's favorite and he had an inkling that the designer was attracted to him, but Minho knew Jisung to be particularly shy. Confident under spotlight and when it was related to work, but an absolute mess when it came to more personal things, the model knew the young man in front of him, despite being drop dead gorgeous himself, hadn't even been in a relationship due to his awkwardness related to more romantic topics.

An awkwardness that made the designer be in such a deep obliviousness to his own feelings.

So instead on saying anything about it, Minho just stood quietly, letting Jisung indulge himself without even recognizing it. 

"Perfect. Ah, you always look so perfect in my work…" Jisung mumbled, seeming almost entranced before he looked up to Minho's eyes.

And there was a silent moment between them, Minho smiling calmly as Jisung just stared with such wonder in his eyes, the model for a moment thinking that the designer would keep acting without thinking, his body moving for him to come even closer . 

But then, a knock on the door interrupted them, Jisung stumbling back and nearly falling onto the hanger as Jeongin peeked his head in, one eyebrow raised.

Minho chuckled, glancing at himself in the mirror and then side eyeing Jisung.

"Shoes?"

"Fuck! R-right!"

Seriously, how could someone be such an adorable mess?

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Jisung loved Minho.

And in turn, Minho loved Jisung.

But even if Minho knew the two of them had such strong feelings for each other, he didn't let them have it. He walked on the line of danger, but he knew when to pull away when Jisung's eyes shone with a bit too much hope.

Like the words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to be let out to make Minho's heart flutter.

Minho wished, deeply so, to allow Jisung to break through and for the two of them to be together. However, there was a reason.

Considering their lives, it would be easy to say that the reason was because they were idols. In the same group. That it would get in the way. All the what ifs.

But Minho's reason was a bit more complex than that. He trusted Jisung and himself to be smart and fool everyone, but he didn't trust Jisung's naive heart.

Minho knew from Jisung's favorite movies, from the lyrics craving an adoration greater than life itself. 

Jisung didn't want to love, he wanted to be infatuated. He wanted the ever-longing, the burning passion, the craving that would leave him breathless.

And Minho knew he couldn't give that to Jisung. Nobody could. 

Jisung wanted a love he crafted in his imagination and Minho didn't want to be the one to break that for the younger.

He didn't want to be the one to show how ugly love could be, ow difficult it sometimes was. He didn't want to be the one to teach Jisung that longing and passion faded and only reality stayed. Minho didn't want to be the first love that ruined it all, broke Jisung's heart and forced him to face that love wasn't like how he imagined it.

So yes, Minho loved Jisung. Adored him.

But he still had to wait for someone else to taint Jisung's heart with bitter truths so Minho wouldn't be the one to shatter it all.