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Minho controls every part of his body. Every movement aligns perfectly with the music reverberating off the walls of the tiny dance studio. His heartbeat matches the thumping bass. Right now, at this moment, he has total control. Intoxicated by the euphoric dopamine rush of perfecting a routine, he feels invincible. For a few precious minutes, the world around him ceases to exist. 

He’s not worried about the essay due next week or his late college tuition payment. Instead, he focuses solely on the sensation of his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes laser focus on his reflection in the mirror as he grinds his hips against the air. Practiced movements give way to something more than a simple series of motions. He enraptures the audience and dares them to look away, holding them captive in his piercing gaze. 

The blinking light of the camera recording his routine seems to stare back at him ominously. As the song comes to an end, he locks eyes with the camera’s lens as if he’s challenging it to point out any flaws in his performance. A wide grin breaks out over his face, his chest heaving as he finishes with a flourish. 

From the first time he discovered he could move his body to music, still waddling around and learning how to coordinate his movements, he loved to dance. His parents agreed to enroll him in dance classes after reading an article about an American football star that cited dance classes as the secret ingredient for his success. After the first class, Minho was hooked. 

His parents were disappointed but not surprised when he announced he planned to go to university in America to pursue a career as a dancer. He sends money home to his family in Korea every month to help with his mother’s bills and expenses. His father had a heart attack and passed away suddenly a couple years prior. His mother got sick shortly after his father died and was unable to take care of herself. As an only child, he had no choice but to support her. Minho often considered moving back home to look after her, but he worked hard to pursue his degree in dance. His mother wouldn’t hear it when Minho suggested coming home to look after her. She insisted that he stay in America to finish his education. 

He finds himself breathless even after the music fades. A bead of sweat falls from his dampened hair onto the wooden panel flooring. He wipes the sweat from his brow and gathers his items from the now empty dance hall. The rest of his university dance teammates left some time ago, with Dahyun noona telling him not to work too hard on her way out. 

Minho hums mindlessly on his trek back to his apartment; it’s only a 15 minute walk from the university campus through the neighborhood. His mind calms after a good dance practice; thoughts streamlined and endorphins pumping through his veins. His stomach rumbles in protest by the time he reaches his apartment. 

Minho spends two to three hours a day dancing, not including the time he spends at work. He practices his routines for his academic dance classes in the university dance studio and he has a pole set up in his bedroom to practice his work routines. 

He earns an income by dancing for a Korean-owned gentlemens’ club called Minxx, located in the heart of downtown. The job opportunities for dance majors are abysmal and he’s fortunate enough to support himself and his mother. He can afford most of his expenses, even if money is tight. 

Pole dancing is far more athletic than his patrons realize. His work exhausts him in an entirely different way from his academic dance routines. He doesn’t have to dance on the stage continually throughout his shifts; instead, he cycles through a couple routines a night, usually taking turns with his coworkers. Entertaining men mentally exhausts him. He’s just as much an entertainer as he is a dancer. He must sell himself, or more accurately, the fantasy version of himself, this captivating and sexy but still mysterious and alluring man of the night. He excels at this part of the job, letting the persona take over, but there are always men who take the fantasy too far. Men that think they can put their hands on him or that he somehow belongs to them. Minho hates that. He finds it especially annoying because in reality, he’s the one who owns them. They keep coming back, night after night, to see him. They’re pathetically infatuated with him.

Upon arriving home, he heads directly to his shower to wash off after his rigorous effort. He makes ramyeon for himself, falling into his daily routine. He manages to get through some of his assigned reading before he drifts off while petting his cat, Doongie. 

A shrill buzzing sound wakes him. His phone chirps loudly as it alerts him that it’s time for work. He rubs at his eyes and groans as he haphazardly packs up his work things.

He’s still moving slowly when Felix greets him at his dressing room door with an iced americano in hand. 

He takes the drink wordlessly and nods for Felix to come in. 

“Oh, thank you, Felix! You’re such a good friend! What would I do without you?” Felix lilts mockingly. 

He rolls his eyes. “You’re my savior, Lee Felix! How can I ever repay you?” He responds sarcastically in Korean. He makes kissy faces and slings one leg over his best friend’s hip. His calf rests against the younger man’s ass and lets his other leg support his weight. Felix loves physical contact and predictably leans into his touch, holding Minho’s thigh closer to him. He leans in to whisper, his voice astonishingly deep in his ear, “we both know you can bend me over your vanity.” His eyes darted to the messy vanity, covered with makeup and miscellaneous wigs. 

Minho laughs in return. Felix’s flirtations are harmless. They’ve slept together casually, though Minho knows that there’s really only one person Felix wants and it’s certainly not him. 

As if he was summoned by Minho’s thoughts, Chris appears at his door as well. Chris, the object of his best friend’s affections, works as a security guard for the club. Presently, he looks every bit as delicious as he usually does, muscular arms on display. Felix drops his leg and jumps into Chris’ arms so quickly Minho nearly loses his balance. 

“Channie-hyung!” Felix wraps his arms around the older man. 

Minho grumbles at them, rescuing his iced americano from getting knocked over by Felix’s flailing limbs as he regales Chris with a story about his coffeehouse mishaps. Felix works as a barista at a local coffee shop during normal business hours. He raises an eyebrow at the pair. They’re completely engrossed in their conversation, while Minho stands forgotten on the sidelines sipping his coffee. They’re absurdly unaware of their sickening behavior. Chris looks at Felix like he’s seeing the sun for the first time. Felix grins back at him goofily. The whole ordeal is disgustingly sweet. 

“Can you two take this elsewhere? I need to get dressed.” Minho motions for them to leave his doorway. 

“You mean undressed?” Chris asks and waggles his eyebrows. He never misses the opportunity to make a moronic joke. Likewise, Felix never passes up on the opportunity to laugh at his stupid jokes.

Minho shuts the door in their faces. They’re so wrapped up in each other that they barely notice. 

Minho looks at his reflection, frowns at the bags under his eyes, and gets to work on his makeup. He dances on the main stage three times tonight. He has three routines planned. 

Minxx may not be located in the nicest part of town, but they have lots of patrons, and therefore generate a decent amount of money. Minho feels fortunate to have his own dressing room, even if it’s technically a lockable closet. He and Felix are the only ones with their own dressing rooms due to their seniority at Minxx. There’s a larger room in the back where the other dancers get changed and hang out on their breaks. Lockers line the back wall so they can keep their personal belongings safe. Minho is friendly with the others; he lets them keep larger valuables in his dressing room. 

Eyeliner perfectly applied, lips painted cherry red, and glitter dusted on the top of his cheeks, Minho knows he looks pretty.  

Entering the stage for his starting number, he draws eyes to his legs with the first outfit. Red thigh highs hug his muscular legs and dig into the generous meat there. Minho plays coy at first, letting his red silk robe slip off his shoulder, looking back at the crowd. Seduction requires a little teasing. He lets his robe fall away to expose all of his lithe form and winks at the crowd as he circles the pole. His legs are further accentuated by heels and flexing around the pole to support his weight. This routine requires the most physical exertion as he wraps himself around the pole. His core and leg strength should be marveled and adored by the crowd.

Later in the night, his second routine promotes his sensuality in a sheer white bodysuit adorned with jewels, his hair artfully mussed with glitter spray. He seduces the crowd with movements as fluid and sweet as honeyed wine, with all of his glorious legs bared for the audience. He falls into a side split in this one. Dollar bills rain onto the stage after this number and Minho scoops them into his hands as he casts a cocky look over the crowd. The audience drinks him in with heavy looks of lust and admiration. Minho likes the feeling of power he gets when he looks down from the stage. Hungry faces looking back at him, desperate for a moment of his attention as they wave bills at him. 

His final routine is the dirtiest; he saved the best for last. He’s dressed in a leather crop top and shorts that don’t cover his ass. He grinds against the air, fluidly thrusting his hips to rhythmic music. He turns around to shake his ass for the crowd on all fours and their eyes eat him up. He feeds a fantasy. 

Imagine me bouncing on your dick. 

The drizzle of cash becomes a downpour. There is something intoxicating about being the center of attention, soaked in purple and red lighting. He was born to be a performer. Pride floods his bloodstream as the crowd cheers for him. 

Between dances he mingles with the patrons offering lap dances and saccharine compliments. Most of the patrons are middle aged, divorced, and lonely. They just want a little attention from a pretty face; it’s not personal and Minho is happy to provide that for the right price. 

His night passes like many of his other nights at work. He loses himself in false smiles and rehearsed dances. He gathers and collects wads of cash from the stage and offers award winning smiles to the crowd.

He counts the cash he picked up. The total comes to $549 in cash, not bad for a weekday, though he can break a thousand on a good night. When it’s finally time to leave, Minho changes into sweats and says goodbye to the other dancers in the back, taking time to annoy Jeongin when he spots him sitting with Beomgyu.

Jeongin is still a baby at barely 22 years old. He is the resident DJ under the name I.N. Jeongin has improved the sound quality of their music significantly and ensures their routine music is always timed perfectly. He is rewarded with constant coddling and insufferable flirting from his coworkers. The dancers love to sit on his lap and cuddle him. It’s so easy to fluster the younger boy that they can’t help themselves. He blushes and pushes them away lovingly. Jeongin knows that if he were truly uncomfortable he could ask them to stop, but Minho suspects he secretly loves the affection. Minho is no exception to the bothering Jeongin agenda and sits on his lap, poking at his side and teasing him. The dancers swiftly adopted Jeongin as one of their own. In fact, he’s the only non-dancer allowed in the back room. 

Felix was not in the back room or his dressing room. Minho likes to have eyes on Felix before he leaves for the night. As a safety measure, they typically walk each other out of the club. Of course, Felix is nowhere to be found. He scans through the crowd for his familiar blonde head. 

Minho waves to Seungmin at the bar. He doesn’t pause his bartending to greet him, instead he looks up at Minho as he pours several drinks without watching his own hands. Various liquids splash perfectly into their glasses. Seungmin is without a doubt the best bartender in the city. He is also Minho’s work-husband. They bicker like an old married couple and regularly exchange flirtatious comments sandwiched between scathing insults. 

“Show off.” Minho smirks at him. 

“And you’re not?” Seungmin counters. 

Minho chooses to ignore this comment. “Have you seen Felix?”

Seungmin shakes his head. “No, actually. Check with Chris?”

Minho nods and offers Seungmin a wink as he turns to leave. 

Chris is suspiciously missing from his security post at the front door. Chris and Felix have been dancing around their sexual tension for as long as Minho has known them. They both have a similar upbringing as Koreans brought up in Sydney and relocated to the US. When Chris started as a security guard at Minxx, he was already friends with Felix. Nearly every dancer threw themselves at him, but of course, he showed no interest in anyone but Felix. It should be noted, Chris is as unbelievably handsome as he is self-deprecating. He could not be more in love with Felix, but he doesn’t think he deserves Felix or whatever garbage he’s telling himself. Minho learned this after he managed to wear Chris down into their own prickly friendship over months of proximity due to their mutual affection for Felix. 

An idea forms in the back of his mind that perhaps Felix has finally taken action. Maybe their restraint finally broke and they’re tearing each other’s clothes off in the nearest semi-private area. This leads Minho to the club bathroom in a final attempt to find Felix before he leaves for the night. 

Minho bursts into the club bathroom, expecting to find Felix getting railed by Chris in an unsanitary bathroom stall. 

“Lee Felix if you are in this bathroom…” His threat is interrupted by the sight of an unfamiliar man huddled on the grimy floor in the fetal position. He shakes and breathes heavily in aborted sobs. He looks tiny with his legs drawn up to his chest. 

“Woah,” Minho says. He does not normally comfort people, especially strangers, but there’s something about him that compels Minho to help. 

He kneels down in order to catch his eyes. He speaks softly like he would to a crying child or a frightened animal. “Hey, let’s get you off the floor.” Minho gently guides him into an upright position. “It’s ok, shh.” He tries to soothe him. Comforting people does not come naturally to him. “Would you like to go somewhere quiet?

The man looks up at him with the largest doe eyes Minho has ever seen and nods. His cheeks are tear stained and his lower lip wobbles. 

“Ok…” Minho says quietly. “I have a private dressing room.”

There’s an immediate fear in his eyes that lets Minho know that was not the right thing to say. He shakes his head, realizing how that sounded. “I’m not going to try anything funny. I promise.” He offers the man his pinkie. 

He wraps his own pinkie around Minho’s and he takes this as a signal to lead the way. Minho shoves through the crowd in order to get to the back where the dancers’ rooms stood. Once he shuts the door behind them and the ever-present sounds of the club diminish to a bearable decibel, he reaches for an unopened bottle of water from his mini-fridge to give to the trembling man. He takes it with shaky hands and wipes at his face. 

“S-sorry.” Is the first thing he says. 

Baffled at this opening remark, Minho blinks at him. “Don’t apologize. Can you tell me your name?” 

He nods and responds. “H-Han. Han Jisung.”

Minho smiles in encouragement. “Ok, Jisung, you can call me Lino. I’m a dancer here. You can leave through the back door when I leave if you’d like to avoid the crowd. Do you have a ride home?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Lost my friends.”

Minho nods, “Ok, I can pay for an Uber for you to get home.”

Jisung shakes his head frantically. “No! I can – I can pay for it! I’ve already bothered you enough. It's just that my phone died…” His flush has traveled all the way up to his ears. 

Minho laughs softly. “It’s okay, Jisung. You’re not the first person that’s had a panic attack in this place. You can use my phone charger. Let's get you home safely, ok?”

Jisung nods again. “Of course. I’m so sorry… for all of this.” He finishes quietly, avoiding Minho’s eyes. He plugs his phone into Minho’s fast charger and they sit in awkward silence as he waits for his phone battery to charge.

Minho takes in Jisung’s appearance now that they’re in decent lighting. Dark, soft looking hair falls over his forehead and frames his wide brown eyes. His cheeks are pink and full in a way that makes him look endearing. His defined jaw and collar bones contrast his round cheeks. Jisung is made up of contradictions in the most attractive way. 

“Ok, I think it’s charged enough. I’m sor–”

Minho interrupts and repeats himself. “Don’t apologize. C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

They leave through the back door. Minho immediately lights a joint and hands it to Jisung who takes a hit and coughs violently.

“First time?” Minho asks. 

Jisung nods again and Minho wants to shake him out of exasperation. He feels like he needs to protect Jisung. 

How was he just existing in the world without someone watching over him?

He’s struck by the immediate possessiveness he feels towards him. 

“Are you in the habit of taking drugs from strangers?”

Jisung’s eyes are frantic again. 

Minho shakes his head and continues. “It’s weed, you’ll be fine. It will help you relax, but maybe don’t smoke something without knowing what it is.”

Jisung nods slowly at him. Minho sighs and quickly finishes the joint himself. “Alright, I’ll walk you to the corner store. You can wait for your Uber there.” He takes Jisung’s wrist lightly and guides him.

They walk in silence as Jisung enters his information into the ride sharing app. 

Minho waits with him for his ride in silence. He watches Jisung because he feels like he should look after the younger man and not because he wants to keep admiring the soft curves of his face.

“You don’t have to wait with me.” Jisung says. 

Minho laughs. “I don’t want you to be alone in this neighborhood at 3 am, pretty boy.”

Jisung makes a choking noise next to him. His face turns a delightful shade of pink. Minho wonders how he can be so… innocent? A wave of overwhelming desire to protect Jisung washes over him again. Minho rationally knows that he has an untenable investment in this nervous boy getting home safely, but he can’t take his eyes off Jisung. He does stop himself from giving Jisung his phone number in order to text him that he’s arrived home safe. 

That would be weird, right? Yeah, definitely, they just met. He thinks to himself. 

Jisung’s Uber arrives and Minho waves to him goodnight with a shy smile. 

When he finally makes it back to his apartment, he collapses into his beloved bed. 

He dreams about Jisung’s shaking hands and doe eyes. 

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Jisung awakens with a dull, painful throb behind his eyes and dry mouth. He chugs a glass of water and winces at the foul taste of his mouth. His first coherent thought comes as a memory of the man he met the night before as he scrubs his teeth and washes his face. He remembers the dancer’s gorgeous face backlit by the club lights giving him a purplish halo. He is undoubtedly the most beautiful person Jisung has ever seen, his cheekbones carved by god herself as though she’d taken her time to make him extra handsome.

He flushed with embarrassment at the circumstances of their meeting. The man pulling him off the dirty floor, to his never ending horror, was the outrageously talented dancer Lino. He recalls the man dancing with sharp clarity because his performance struck Jisung immediately, snatching the air from his lungs. He exuded sultry confidence as he danced around the pole.

Jisung wonders if he’s cursed to always make a fool of himself around attractive strangers. Not that Lino would be interested in him regardless.

He sighs and steels himself before reading a dozen missed messages from Hyunjin. Although, honestly, he should have been the one sending Hyunjin a dozen messages cursing him for breaking his promise and abandoning Jisung in the unfamiliar and overwhelming club. 

This is the precise reason that Jisung does not go out. He is easily overwhelmed by new sights and sounds, worsened the night before by the sensation of being pressed against strangers’ bodies from all sides as the constant bass boomed heavily in his mind. He found himself losing control of his thoughts as his brain whirred too quickly. He remembers searching for Hyunjin and Changbin in the crowd but was unable to find them; he was met instead with a sea of unfamiliar faces and hands groping him. Jisung pushed his way out of the crowd. By the time he was clutching the bathroom sink, his mind was already too far gone to calm himself. His throat closed up and his heart pounded painfully against his ribs. Waves of nausea wash over him and the buzzing grows loud enough to block out everything else. 

Jisung knows that there is something different about him, about how his brain works. It feels like he’s always zooming through his thoughts, one after the other in rapid fire succession. Taking inventory of a perpetual checklist in his head. Sometimes he’ll write entire notebooks of song lyrics and sometimes he’ll stare blankly at the wall for hours before he realizes he hasn’t been paying attention. 

Hyunjin and Changbin are his best friends. They’ve learned to check in with him; they’ve learned to notice his tells. Everyone else simply gets bored of trying to keep up with him and his goldfish-like attention span and persistent nervousness. 

Sighing, he reads Hyunjin’s nearly incoherent text messages from the night before and stops on the one from this morning. 

Hyunjin-hyungie 💜

I’m so sorry Sungie! Please just let me know you made it home ok!!

He responds quickly before taking a couple Tylenol. 

Me

I’m fine now. Made it home no thanks to you! You better be buying me brunch!

And you can’t complain about me checking my emails!

He recalls an earlier conversation and why he agreed to come along to begin with. 

“Sungie, you’re 22 and you never leave the office. Have some fun for once!” Hyunjin whines at him. 

“Not happening, Jinnie.” Jisung remains unmoved by his plea. 

“C’mon, Jisung, I promised Innie we’d come see him DJ.” Changbin chimes in. 

It’s not fair when they double team him like this. His best friends, Hyunjin and Changbin, have always been more socially competent than him. Moreover, going out with them became significantly less fun when they got together. The two are annoyingly inseparable and overly affectionate with each other. 

“Jeongin will understand that I don’t want to spend the night watching you two make out at a strip club.” Jisung shudders in mock horror.  

“We won’t leave you Sungie!” Hyunjin pouts at him. “Promise! Plus, you know, maybe you’ll meet someone.”

Jisung’s frown deepens. “I don’t want to take someone home from a seedy strip joint.”

“Technically, it’s a gentlemen's club. And it’s Korean owned. Don’t you want to support small businesses?” Changbin amends. 

Jisung groans. “Will it get you off my back if I go? You can’t scold me for working long hours for at least a month.” He bargains with them like they’re a nagging wife. 

Hyunjin lifts a finger to his chin in contemplation. Conversely, Changbin shouts immediately, “Deal!”

He needs better friends, but he’s kind of stuck with these two idiots he met in middle school. They know too much about each other to not be best friends. It should be noted that they were both significantly less annoying before they started making heart eyes at each other and sneaking off to make out like horny teenagers. 

He meets Hyunjin for brunch with Changbin in tow. Hyunjin follows through on his promise to pay for his brunch. 

Whether it’s out of petty revenge or embarrassment, he doesn’t tell them about the incident with Lino. 

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Jisung can’t stop thinking about him. The daily grind of business meetings and budget agreements passes in a blur. His mind is occupied with memories of chiseled thigh muscles and striking stares. His life is unspeakably boring. He hates his job. He feels like every office job cliche from Hyunjin’s workplace dramas. Rich, nepotistic kid with an inferiority complex and a truly hopeless love life. 

Jisung works for his father’s business. He’s done everything his parents wanted him to do: gave up on his dream of becoming a musician, got a business degree, and currently works for his fathers company. He even goes on blind dates with the women his parents think would make good wives.

There’s something almost forbidden about Lino that draws him in. His parents would faint if they knew what kind of establishment Jisung intended to visit for a second time this week. 

He simply can’t bear the thought of never seeing him again. Jisung doesn’t remember the last time he felt anything like this, wanting something so badly. Not a single thing in his life is just for himself and his own desire. He desperately wants to see Lino, even if it’s just to confirm that he’s real and not just some very realistic dream. 

He wishes he hadn’t made such a pitiful and embarrassing impression. He feels like he owes Lino something for getting him through his panic attack. The dancer easily could have left him sobbing on the bathroom floor like a maniac, but he didn’t. Lino stayed with him until he got a ride home. Guilt motivates him to surrender to his desire to see Lino and to thank him for his unexpected kindness. 

Just this once. He internally justifies himself as he returns back to that club. Minxx. It’s a lot nicer than Jisung initially imagined when Jeongin told them he landed a DJing job at a strip club. 

Jeongin was right about this place though , he thinks, the dancers are unreal.

He looks around at the scantily clad men walking the floor and smiling invitingly. The manager, Lisa, doesn’t seem surprised by the request he made upon his arrival. He paid for half an hour with Lino; it's the maximum amount of time he can reserve. He wonders how many others have paid for Lino’s time before him. 

Lisa ushers him into a private room lined with sticky red couches. He cringes at the idea of sitting on them opting to stand awkwardly, wringing his hands. 

Lino walks in looking breathtaking in soft pink lingerie and cat ears. A look of shock takes over his feline eyes. Before he can say anything Jisung blurts out, “I didn’t pay for a dance or anything!”

Lino laughs at him and Jisung doesn’t care that it’s at his expense because his laugh is so pretty. His eyes crinkle and it Jisung’s stomach tenses. 

“I mean… I just wanted to say thank you. I thought money would be the best thank you gift. So, um, here.” He hands Lino an envelope with $2,000 in crisp hundred dollar bills. The dancer’s eyes bulge out of his head comically. 

“Jisung, are you insane? I can’t accept this.” His voice cuts through the room. His face has changed; he looks angry. His sharp eyes are hard and calculating like he thinks this is a trap. 

“You remembered my name.” It’s the only thing he has enough sense to say. There’s a silent pause between them as Minho counts the cash in his hand. Jisung avoids his eyes.  

“Look, I have too much money and not enough sense. I feel like an idiot and this will make me feel better for making a fool of myself. Plus, I mean, I’m sure you can find a use for two grand.”

Lino is still looking at him disbelievingly, but the anger has slipped into a reluctantly fond expression. “Jisungie, you can’t give large sums of money to every pretty boy who’s nice to you.” He extends his hand to return the envelope to Jisung, but he doesn’t take the money from Minho. 

Jisung blushes. His memories didn’t do him justice; he’s significantly more handsome in real life than his drunken memories. “What if I only want to give it to one pretty boy?”

Lino’s own cheeks flush, and he’s biting his lower lip. “At least let me dance for you.”

Lino doesn’t give him the opportunity to respond before he pushes Jisung onto one of the couches. Jisung’s previous germ concerns are completely forgotten. Jisung plops down and the breath is knocked from his lungs when a lithe body straddles his hips. Jisung’s heart gallops in his chest. Lino smells as good as he looks, like spicy cinnamon and warm vanilla. Jisung puts his hands up and avoids touching the man in his lap. 

  His mind spirals in panic. You're not supposed to touch them, right? That’s good lap dance etiquette. 

Lino laughs again. He moves Jisung’s hands onto his waist as rocks his hips forward. Jisung’s mind has officially gone offline. 

Jisung gasps. “You… really don’t have to do anything! I didn’t expect anything, really! It was a gift.”

Lino grins down at him like a predator looking at its meal. He stands up and Jisung thinks he’s finished but Lino simply turns around to position his ass over Jisung’s lap. He’s flexible and bends himself in half with ease. His legs are shaven and bare. The lacy teddy he wears compliments his skin. Jisung imagines what it might be like to have the man naked under him, all of his smooth skin exposed. Lino spreads his legs so they cage Jisung in and he arches his back as he grinds his ass against Jisung’s unfortunately half hard dick. 

“Fuck!” Jisung swears a little too loudly. 

Lino giggles. “You’re sweet, Jisungie. You know, there are so many things I could show you.” His eyes drop to Jisung’s lips. 

Jisung whimpers, causing Lino’s smirk to widen. 

“I could be yours for the right price, babydoll.”

“Yeah, ok.” Jisung says, feeling dazed and stupid. He still can’t take his eyes off the insanely hot man on his lap. 

He turns around again to face Jisung. If he thought the view of his thighs and ass were intimidating, then his face makes it truly impossible to look away. Lino runs his fingers down his tie. “Sungie, are you a virgin?” Lino asks, looking through his long eyelashes at Jisung. 

Fuck! Is it that obvious? He panics. 

He struggles to form a coherent response. “Um, I, well… I’ve done some things! With women mostly.”

He’s stuttering like a moron and he’s positive that his face is bright red. This is not how he imagined this scenario whatsoever. 

Lino continues to roll his hips in sensual circles on Jisung’s lap. He’s embarrassingly hard from a little grinding. He bites back a whine when Lino’s hands slide into his hair, wrists resting on his neck. 

“It’s ok, pretty, I’m not judging. I think we may be able to help each other.” The man continues tightening his thighs on either side of Jisung. His face looks like it was carved out of marble: high cheekbones, wide eyes, and the perfect round shape of his mouth.

Jisung exhales shakily and grips his thighs harder than he intends to. “What do you mean?” He sounds naive even to his own ears. 

“I could show you some things, if you’d like, it’ll be a learning experience for you. I need money for college and you already said you have more than enough.”

Jisung tries to process his words as if he’s willing the blood back to his brain and away from his dick. “I don’t know…”

He’s not out to his family and he doesn’t really have time to see someone. He spends a truly absurd amount of time at work and it was always an issue in his past relationships.

Part of him wants to accept the offer immediately, regardless of what it entails. Hyunjin and Changbin are always saying he should try new things, though they probably didn’t mean this . 

As if Lino could read his mind, he soothes, “There’s no commitment, baby. If you want out, you never have to see me again. I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He stops his movements and grabs Jisung’s chin, tilting his face up so they can make eye contact. 

“Think about it, ok? Think about what you want.” The other hand, still in his hair, cards through the strands in a reassuring way. “I’d like to see you again.” He pulls Jisung’s phone out of Jisung’s pocket and texts himself right away. Lino’s number appears on Jisung’s phone above a message of several heart emojis. Jisung looks bewildered as he meets Lino’s smirk. 

“You’re serious?” Jisung squeaks. 

The man in his lap buried his head in the crook of his neck and inhaled. The way his chest expanded against Jisung caused them to be pressed chest to chest. Jisung is rapidly reaching his limit for surreal experiences. 

His lips brush against Jisung’s neck. His barely present touch is electrifying. Jisung’s grip on his thighs tightens further, digging his nails into the generous muscles there. His fingernails are going to leave marks. 

Lino’s lips ghost over his ear as he speaks. “I’m very serious, Jisungie. You’ll find I can be very persuasive.”

He leans back, meeting Jisung’s eyes once more. “Call me when you decide what you want.” He’s walking out of the room then, even though it’s only been about 20 minutes. Jisung is grateful for the quiet though and forces his heartbeat to slow. 

Jisung agonizes over what to do about his growing Lino infatuation. 

Think about what you want. The dancer’s words echoed through his mind. 

An onslaught of dirty fantasies takes hold of Jisung: Lino looking up at him with his mouth wrapped around his cock, Jisung thrusting between Lino’s thighs clamped tightly together, getting to press his tongue inside Lino’s perfect hole as the man writhes above him…

He is completely and utterly fucked. 

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Felix has always been one for dramatics and his current reaction is no exception. The two of them sit at the bar before their shifts watching Seungmin take inventory of the bottles of liquor. The owner likes there to be a minimum of three people there for security purposes, so Felix and Minho volunteered to keep Seungmin company.

Minho told Felix about Jisung’s gift and his subsequent suggestion to the younger man. 

“So, you offered to have sex with him for money? That is called prostitution, Minho?!”

Minho scoffs. “No, it’s an agreement between consenting adults. He wants to give me gifts and I want to thoroughly corrupt him.” He grins wickedly. 

Felix groans, his head in his tiny hands. 

He’s not sure why he propositioned Jisung. It’s not like he’s ever had a relationship like the one he proposed. The idea just demanded to be vocalized once his mind spun it into existence. It made perfect sense to him at that moment. He wants to fuck Jisung and he needs money for college. Plus, it’s obvious Jisung is sexually inexperienced and into Minho, if his boner during Minho’s lap dance was any indication. He gave Minho two grand because he was a decent person. At least this way he’ll be giving Jisung something in return, and something he excels in at that. It’s an added bonus that Jisung is really fucking hot. He looked suave and important in his expensive suit and wrist watch. His sharp appearance was contrasted by his timid and flustered demeanor, which only made him more endearing. Minho wanted to ruin him. 

“Hyung, if you wanted a sugar daddy you could have just asked.” Seungmin chimes in from behind the bar. 

Minho exhales a laugh. “You and what money?”

Seungmin grins at him. “Oh? You don’t know about my trust fund?” He replies in his perpetually sarcastic tone. 

“Have you told Jeongin? That might actually secure you a date.” He and Seungmin communicate almost exclusively in sharp retorts. Minho picked up on Seungmin’s crush on the fox-faced DJ and constantly uses it as an arsenal to embarrass him. 

Seungmin flips him off as he goes back to stocking the bar, but not before Minho catches him blushing.

Felix tsks next to him. “Don’t pick on Seungminnie. He’s shy.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “And what’s your excuse? Why haven’t you climbed Chris like a tree?” Felix has the audacity to blush like he hasn’t had Minho’s dick in his ass on several occasions. So modest all of a sudden. 

“You’re a menace, hyung! You know it’s not like that between us.” Felix whines. 

Minho gives him a disbelieving look. “Sure, Lix.”

Felix swiftly navigates back to their previous topic. “Are you sure this Jisung guy is safe? How do you know he’s not going to kidnap you and lock you in a basement?”

Minho scoffs. “Please, Lix, he’s harmless. He wouldn’t even touch me while I was grinding my ass against his semi-hard cock. Plus, you know I’ll follow our system.” They have a system for hooking up with people they don’t know very well. Always share your location. Text when you arrive and when you leave.  

Felix sighs. “Seems like you have your mind made up.” 

“There are no downsides. I get to have sex with a hot businessman that’s paying my tuition. He’s rich and Korean, Lix, it’s like he walked out of my mother’s fantasy of a perfect husband for her only child.”

“Have you considered why this hot, rich man is single? Have you considered his ulterior motives? Maybe this whole blushing virgin thing is an act.”

Minho shrugs. “Guess I’ll find out.”

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Jisung texts him three days later. 

Han Jisung

I’ll do it. Meet me Saturday at 5pm. Address attached.

Minho finds himself irrationally eager to see Jisung again. He arrives at the address Jisung sent him and nearly fucking faints. The house looks more like a palace with the lakeside property and balconies hanging over lush gardens. There’s a front gate with a code that Jisung texted him for entry. He looks around the property feeling bewildered and out of his element. He sent Felix the address as promised but he also snaps a quick picture and sends it to Felix with the caption ‘holy shit’. 

Felix is quick to text back a crying face emoji with the obligatory ‘please don’t get murdered’ message. Minho parks in the enormous garage and texts Jisung that he’s arrived. His stomach starts to knot with anxiety, Felix’s words echoing in his head. Maybe Jisung is different than he thought. 

His fears ease when an equally nervous Jisung appears at the front door to let him in. 

He’s wearing casual clothes instead of the sharp suit that Minho last saw him in, but he looks just as cute. He looks softer like this, with his hair falling lazily over his forehead and donning an oversized hoodie that gives him sweater paws. Minho feels a pang of fondness for the smaller man. “You look adorable.” He blurts, because Jisung momentarily broke his brain to mouth filter. 

Jisung blushes and brushes off his compliment. “You look nice too.”

Minho was unsure what to wear given that Jisung has seen him mainly in lace and leather. He’s wearing his favorite jeans that accentuate his ass and a button up shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned to show off his collarbones and chest. He accessorized by wearing a modest silver chain.  

Jisung stares at him. Minho clears his throat. “Are you going to invite me inside?” He offers Jisung a lopsided grin. 

The smaller man quickly steps aside, “Right, yes, come in.” He leads the way through the grandiose foyer. A large crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling causing glints of light to scatter across the marble floor. Every part of the house looks expensive from the crown molding inlaid with gold to the highback Victorian chairs in the sitting room. 

Jisung turns to him nervously. “So, no one is home this weekend. Both my parents are away on business and I’ve sent the staff home. But, if we meet again, I won’t be able to host.”

“Ok. That’s fine. You’re welcome to visit my apartment though it’s not nearly as nice as your home. We could always get a hotel room somewhere too.”

Jisung looks mortified by his suggestion. “I mean, I don’t know, a hotel room sounds sleazy. I wouldn’t mind hanging out at your place.”

“Sounds good to me.” Minho says, following Jisung toward the kitchen. 

Jisung was quiet as he led Minho through his home. Minho clears his throat. “So, have you decided what you want out of this arrangement?”

A confused look passes over his face. “I… don’t know. I guess I just wanted some company. My best friends recently started dating each other and now I’m always third wheeling.”

Minho nods in sympathy. “That sucks. Have you talked to them about it?”

Jisung shrugs which means he definitely has not. “They’re really happy, ya know? Honeymoon phase and everything. That’s how I ended up alone in the club. They decided to ditch me to make out.”

Minho frowns. “They don’t sound like very good friends, Jisung.” He would never leave Jisung alone in a seedy strip club, even the one he works for. 

Jisung shakes his head. “They’re not normally like this,” he pauses. “I ordered a bunch of food for us and there’s a wine cellar if you’d like to look.”

Minho hums in acknowledgment and follows Jisung into the kitchen. 

He looks around in a stupor, once again stunned by extravagance. The appliances alone cost more than Minho’s entire apartment. He’s never even seen a smart fridge before. Everything looks sleek and modern and Minho worries he might lower the property value just by visiting. The next thing he notices are the stacks of take out boxes. Jisung wasn’t exaggerating about the amount of food. There are boxes piled high on the kitchen counter and the tantalizing smell makes his stomach rumble. 

He looks bashful as he offers Minho a small smile. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I ordered everything on the menu, including desserts, because trust me this place has the best cheesecake. It’s my favorite. Um, cheesecake in general, but also this specific one.” He rambles, cheeks tinted red. 

This time Minho is the one who gazes at him. He can’t quite believe that Jisung is real. How? How on Earth is Jisung lonely? He’s incredibly sweet, cute, and unreasonably rich. What’s the catch? The cynical part of his mind wonders. 

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asks nervously. “You look upset.”

Minho shakes his head. “No, I… I can’t believe you’re single.” This probably should have remained an inside thought. Damn Jisung’s ability to make him honest. 

Jisung’s blush deepens and he shrugs. “You sound like my parents. They expected me to be married with a kid on the way by now. But, I’m a workaholic and I have social anxiety as you have already seen. My friends are always nagging me about going out more often.”

Minho nods at him. He’s having a hard time keeping up with Jisung. No one he knows is this honest or forthright about themselves. There’s a certain anonymity between dancers. They’re friends and coworkers, but they don’t share much about their lives outside of work. Even Felix keeps his own secrets. 

The pair heap several different dishes onto the fancy plates Jisung provided for them. Smoked salmon, ramen with pork belly, tteokbokki and fish cakes, steamed vegetables, grilled steak topped with truffle oil. Everything looks delicious. Minho can’t remember the last time he had a meal this satisfying. 

He follows Jisung to an opulent dining table. The food looks and tastes like a dream. Minho is momentarily speechless as he crams as much food as possible into his mouth. Jisung eats quietly across from him, sneaking peeks at him. Minho’s brain reminds him how soft and cute Jisung looks in his oversized hoodie. 

He sighs and retrieves the papers he brought with him from his bag. “I have a few things I want to discuss over dinner.”

He presents Jisung with a self-made, preliminary list of kinks, using a stoplight system to note his own personal soft and hard limits. He lists what he is and is not comfortable doing. He gently explains the system and the list. “…I think I’ve included most things on this list, but you can always add to it.”

Jisung’s face contorts comically. His eyes look like they might fly out of his head. “You want me to go through this list? I have very little sexual experience. I don’t even know what I’m into.”

Minho hums. “I recommend thinking about it like this: ask yourself if you would find the idea sexy. If no, then there’s your answer. If your answer is maybe, watch some porn. If it seems hot then we’ll mark it to try out. How does that sound?”

Jisung stays silent for what feels like an eternity. “Ok, I can do that. What about you, what are your financial terms?”

He hears the businessman’s authoritative tone slipping through, reminding him how Jisung affords to live in a place like this. He hands Jisung the second document he brought with him: a written agreement to be signed by both of them. His terms state that Minho will make himself available to Jisung when he doesn’t have classes or work; he generally opens his schedule to Jisung. His sexual limits are documented and should be respected. He asks Jisung for a gift of $1k weekly though he’s open to discussion. Assures Jisung they didn’t have to do anything sexual and that it’s up to him how he wants to spend their time. 

When Jisung finished reading they both sat quietly for a while. Typically, Minho easily diffuses social tension and awkwardness, but the pressure feels elevated between them. He normally doesn’t care about the people he’s flirting with, but he finds that he really likes Jisung. 

“I’m not used to any of this. I’ve never done something like this before.” Minho admits honestly, hoping to ease the other man’s anxiety. 

Jisung nearly gawks at him. “What? Really?”

Minho feels a laugh escape him. “Yes, really.”

“But you must have men lining up to take you on dates!” Jisung proclaims it as though it’s obvious. A spark of heat curls in his chest at the words; something that makes him believe he should have men lining up for him. 

But his smile falls when he answers. “People don’t want to date me, sweetheart. They want to fuck me.”

Jisung chokes on his food. His face cycles through several emotions and lands on disbelief. Minho likes how easy it is to read him. 

Jisung inhales sharply and locks eyes with him. He looks surprised.  

“Is that what you want, Sungie?”

Jisung’s pupils dilate and he looks at Minho with this awestruck expression that serves to endear him. 

“Tell me your name.” Jisung says quietly. 

It’s an odd request but Jisung would need to know his name eventually, right? They both know Lino is a stage name. 

“Minho. Lee Minho.” He says, matching Jisung’s hushed tone. 

Jisung blinks and repeats it to himself. “Minho.”

Minho has no idea why he finds everything Jisung does so sexy, but he’s beginning to lose his sanity slightly. Jisung impedes his ability to think clearly.

“Yah, Jisung, I’m your hyung.” He says playfully.

The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. Minho’s heart stutters in his chest. It’s a foreign feeling to him. A solicitous warmth growing in his chest making him feel possessive of him. Maybe it’s the way they met or maybe it’s Jisung’s authenticity. Regardless, the desire to make Jisung his overtakes him.

“How do you know that?” Jisung pouts and it breaks some of the lingering tension between them.

Laughter bubbles up in his chest and escapes him before he can stop it. Jisung continues to whine at him. “Why are you laughing at me! I could be older than you! I’m 22!” Jisung grumbles.

“I’m 24, Sung-ah.”

He continues to pout and fuck he’s so cute!

Minho tsks at him. “Poor baby. Want hyung to kiss you and make it better?”

Jisung gasps. “Please, hyung.”

Interesting. Minho files that away for later. “Finish your dinner first, pretty.”

Jisung sighs and takes another bite of his food. “Don’t call me that. You’re the one who’s pretty.”

Minho raises an eyebrow. “I am pretty and so are you Jisungie.”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to flatter me. I’m still going to pay you either way. You don’t have to pretend to like me.”

Minho goes rigid. His words feel like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. He’d forgotten for a moment what this was. They aren’t dating, obviously, not really. 

“I mean it, Sungie. I like you. Fuck, Jisung, I want you. You don’t know? No one has told you how attractive you are?”

Jisung eyes water. “Don’t be mean. I know you’re making fun of me.”

Minho’s eyes widened. “You don’t trust your hyung? I wouldn’t lie to you Sungie. You have a nice body, perky round ass, and honestly your eyes are so pretty I keep forgetting the rest of my list.”

Tears streak down his face and Jisung opens his mouth to speak but Minho stops him. “I’m not finished. You’re so fucking pretty, your cheeks are precious, you have nice, thick hair, the shape of your mouth…” Minho trails off again. Jisung’s still crying and Minho wants to hold him. 

“Can I hug you, sweet boy?”

Jisung nods. Minho swiftly slides into the chair next to him and wraps his arms around Jisung. 

He feels even smaller in Minho’s arms. He rests his forehead on Minho’s shoulder. 

“Fuck, Jisung, your waist is tiny.” Minho grabs his chin and forces him to meet his eyes. 

“You’re beautiful.” Minho whispers as if it’s a secret just for them. 

Jisung slams forward and kisses Minho on the mouth. Their teeth click together and Minho giggles into Jisung’s mouth before he takes control of the kiss, tilting Jisung’s chin so his top lip slips between Jisung’s parted lips. He sucks Jisung’s bottom lip into his mouth. 

Minho knows he’s meant to be somewhat educational about this but he’s lost in kissing Jisung. He runs a thumb over Jisung’s cheekbone and he shivers under the touch. He whimpers when Minho pulls his full bottom lip between his teeth and bites down teasingly. 

Jisung pulls away from him and Minho suddenly worries if he’s gone too far. He needs to work on controlling himself around the younger man. 

“Sorry,” his voice is audibly raspier. “Too far?”

Jisung shakes his head. “No, fuck, Minho are you sure? Are you sure you want to do this?”

Minho is so caught off guard that he’s laughing again. “Jisung, I want to fuck you. Really fucking bad. It’s literally all I’ve been thinking about.”

“O-Oh.” He says. 

“Is that what you want? Because I’d be happy to hold your hand and watch TV if that’s what you want.”

Jisung sighs. “I want to have sex, but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. You were right. I’m a virgin.”

Minho smiles at him. “It’s ok, baby boy, I’ll go slow for you.”

Jisung shivers again and bites down on his bottom lip. “Hyung, please.”

He leans forward to press his lips to the corner of Jisung’s jaw. “Do you like that name? Want to show hyung you can be a good boy?”

Jisung gasps and moans pornographically. Minho is on his way to being just as hard as Jisung when he reaches out and palms him through his pants. He pushes his hips up, desperately seeking more friction. 

“Fuck, baby, can we take this somewhere comfortable? Feel like showing me where your bedroom is in this palace?”

They leave their plates in the sink as Jisung takes his hand, leading the way to his room. Minho pauses to look around his room. It’s certainly the largest bedroom he’s ever been in, but it still feels homey. There are posters covering the walls featuring rappers and album art. Jisung has video games displayed in a glass case along with several consoles. Minho makes a mental note to ask him about what kind of games he likes later.

Jisung chuckles, “Do you like it?”

Minho surveys the fairy lights and pictures of Jisung and his friends pinned to the wall. He looks at the snapshots of the three of them at different ages throughout the years. They seemed to be a trio. 

“Are these the lovebirds?” Minho asks. 

Jisung nods. “Yeah, that’s Hyunjin and Changbin.” He points to each of them as he says their names. 

Minho turns away from the pictures to meet his eyes. “Well, Sungie, how do you want to do this?”

Jisung looks panicked at his question. “Will you kiss me again?”

Minho sighs and leans forward to pull the other man into his arms. Jisung keens and his fist grips Minho’s shirt. 

Minho gets the feeling he’s going to need to guide Jisung. He sits on his bed and draws the trembling man into his lap. 

“Baby, are you ok?” Minho asks and brushes his hair out of his face. 

Jisung nods, “Just nervous.”

“It’s ok to be nervous, but I promise you can’t mess this up; I will enjoy myself no matter what we do. One thing baby, I need you to tell me if you want to stop. Any time you want to stop even if it’s in the middle of sex, you tell me. Understood?”

Jisung nods slowly. 

“I need the words, Sungie.” Minho strokes his cheek in an attempt to comfort him. 

“Yes, I understand.” He complies. 

Minho smiles, feeling relieved by his verbal affirmation. “Has anyone ever sucked your dick, baby?”

He’s already palming him back to full hardness. He pushes Jisung’s sweatshirt up to press his palm against Jisung’s stomach. His stomach is toned and the faint outline of abdominal muscles clench under his touch. He looks even smaller without the oversized hoodie covering him. Jisung tugs the garment off as if it offended him. Minho smiles. Cute. 

“Y-Yes. Once in college. It wasn’t very good.”

Minho tugs on Jisung’s waistband. “Can I take these off?”

Jisung nods and Minho arches an eyebrow at him and he waits for Jisung to speak. 

“Sorry. Yes, please take them off. C-Can you take your shirt off too?”

He leans back to pull off his own shirt, offering Jisung a smug look. Jisung’s eyes wander over his torso. “Woah.”

He pulls down Jisung’s pants and boxer briefs in one motion. His dick is red and weeping where it rests on his stomach. Minho’s mouth waters at the sight of him. Minho grips the base and looks up to lock eyes with him. Jisung looks fucking gone already and he knows this won’t last very long. He sticks his tongue out to lap at the head. Jisung throws his head back and arches his back. His dick twitches at the sight. 

“Is this ok, baby boy?” Minho asks. 

“Y-Yes! Fuck, Minho, don’t stop.”

He grins smugly before he takes the head into his mouth to suckle around him and run his tongue over the vein on the underside of his dick. Jisung practically wails and Minho moans around his dick as he slides down until Jisung’s pubes tickle his nose. He breathes through his nose with practiced effort and bobs his head. He guides Jisung’s hand to his hair and hums around him. 

“I’m not going to last,” Jisung pulls him off and Minho frowns at him. “Then don’t last, baby. Want to come in hyung’s mouth or on hyung’s face?”

He continues to pump Jisung’s length, still wet with saliva and pre cum. “But… I want to… with you…” 

Minho isn’t sure what he means. That he wants them to finish at the same time? 

“It’s ok,” he soothes. “I’ll make you come again, baby boy. I could make you come all night, you look so fucking good.” He sucks on the head again as he let Jisung fuck up into his fist. He pulls his hair to let him know he’s going to come. “Fuck, I’m…” he doesn’t finish the words before he’s filling Minho’s mouth. He pulls back to let a streak of come hit his cheek as he looks up at Jisung with a fucked out expression. He keeps eye contact as he drags his fingers over his cheek, gathering his come and sucking it from his fingers. 

“Fuck, Minho, you’re so hot.” Jisung’s pulls him in for a kiss. They kiss sloppily. Jisung’s tongue dives into his mouth hungrily like he wants to taste himself on Minho’s tongue. 

Jisung pulls away first to catch his breath before he’s reaching for Minho’s aching, neglected cock. 

“Can I suck you off too?” 

Minho nods and grins at him. “Of course, baby.”

“I’ve never done this before. Can you just guide me through it?”

“Weren’t you paying attention when I had you in my mouth, babydoll?”

Jisung blushes even now. He worries his bottom lip and looks up at Minho with wide puppy eyes. “I was a little distracted.”

Minho laughs. “It’s ok, baby. Hyung will guide you.” He tightens his grip on Jisung’s hair and guides him to take the head of his cock into his mouth. 

“Lick at the head and run your tongue over the slit.”

Jisung complies and Minho is watching him with rapt attention as he wraps his pretty lips around him. 

“Good boy.” Minho purrs. “Push your tongue out. Make sure you cover your teeth.”

Jisung follows orders nicely and it makes Minho feel a little lightheaded at the speed with which he picks up the technique. He gags easily, but forces himself to continue regardless. 

“You don’t have to take the whole thing, baby. What you can’t fit into your mouth you can use your hand.” Jisung wraps his hand around Minho and continues to move his mouth. He gets over ambitious and gags around Minho again. His constricted throat and watery eyes make Minho feel like he’s not going to last very long either. “Baby, I’m close. Do you want me to come in your mouth, my good boy?”

Jisung bats his eyes and tears accumulate on his ridiculously long eyelashes. He nods slightly but increases his pace, choking on his dick once more before Minho spills into his mouth. Jisung swallows everything he’s given. 

They both sit there for a while in stunned silence trying to catch their breath. Minho hasn’t come that hard in a very long time. Jisung looked so innocent, asking his hyung to show him how to suck him off.  

Fuck, this kid is dangerous. He thinks to himself as he looks over at a fucked out Jisung. 

Jisung breaks the silence. His voice is raspier. “That was really fucking good, Minho-hyung. Can we go again?”

Minho chuckled breathlessly. “Sure baby. Like I said, I’ve got all night.”

“Next time I want…”

He trails off and Minho wonders if he’s going to finish that statement. 

“What do you want, baby? Hyung will give it to you.”

“I wanna eat you out.”

Minho hadn’t expected that and it knocked the air from his lungs. He thought Jisung would ask to fuck him or maybe ask Minho to finger him open…

Jisung seems to pick up on his hesitation and panics. “Or not. We can just, um…”

Minho is quick to stop his spiraling. “Yes, you can eat me out. I’m clean in case you decided you wanted to fuck me.”

Jisung rolls over, buries his face in the pillows, and groans. “You can’t just say things like that, hyung.” He whines.

Minho sighs as he rolls over to rub Jisung’s back. “Getting shy on me, Sungie?”

Jisung sighs as Minho kneads the muscles of his shoulders. “That feels good.”

“You’re tense. You would benefit from regular messages from a professional. You have money for it, you know.”

Jisung grunts in affirmation. Minho slings a leg over his hips to sit beneath his ass. He pushes his thumbs in circular motions against Jisung’s lower back. 

Jisung groans, “Fuck, this is all I want from now on.”

Minho laughs, “You sure about that? My fingers aren’t only magic here, baby boy.”

Jisung sighs, “Mm, I bet.” He pauses. “Would you like to shower with me?”

He climbs off the younger man. “Sure, lead the way.”

Minho falls in love with the bathroom at first sight. Heated floors, adjustable showerheads, large bathtub with jets, and a bidet. 

The shower head feels divine against his back. He leans his head back and lets the water soak his hair and fall down his back. Jisung’s hands slide down his side, slick with fruity smelling soap. The desire to wash Jisung’s hair rises in him unbidden. It’s probably too intimate for what they have but he takes the opportunity regardless and turns Jisung around so he’s under the spray of water. Jisung remains pliant under his touch and lets himself be manhandled. Minho’s dick takes notice of Jisung’s submissive traits. 

Jisung sighs pleasantly. “I can’t remember the last time I was so relaxed.” he says, off guard and mostly to himself, but Minho still hums in response. He finds the bottle of shampoo and pours some of the milky pink liquid into his palm. 

He turns Jisung so his back presses against Minho’s front, kissing his neck gently. He rubs his palms together and lathers the shampoo in his hands before combing it through Jisung’s hair with his fingertips. Jisung’s wet hair slips through his fingers. He thoroughly lathers the bubbles evenly throughout Jisung’s noticeably thick hair. The other man leans against him, completely lax, his eyes closed as he hums in contentment. It’s the first time he’s seen the younger man at ease. Something warm swells in Minho’s chest. He’s grateful that he gets the honor of turning Jisung into a boneless putty. 

The shampoo is completely rinsed out of his hair and Minho reaches for the conditioner and repeats the process. He takes his time massaging Jisung’s scalp. The water never gets cold, though they must have stayed like that under the steady stream of water for more than 30 minutes. Jisung looks so relaxed that Minho fears he’s fallen asleep. His head lolls to the side to rest on Minho’s shoulder, eyes still closed. 

“C’mon, Sungie, let’s get you to bed before you fall asleep.”

“‘M not sleepy.” Jisung grumbles.

Minho leads them back to bed with the intention of putting him to bed, but Jisung kisses him insistently. Minho indulges him and they kiss slowly and heavily, Jisung’s hands wandering over his bare skin. Eventually, he leans away from Minho’s mouth to trail his lips over his neck. He continues his trail down his collarbones and down his chest. He skips the spot where Minho wants him the most. 

He kisses Minho’s thighs and sucks marks into them. 

“You know, this is the first thing I noticed about you.” He trails his fingertips along the defined ridge of thigh muscle. 

Minho grins. “Good, that means my outfits are doing their job.”

Jisung looks up at him. “Yeah? I think I’d notice you regardless of what you’re wearing. Even in your sweats, Minho, god . You’re so hot.”

Jisung admires him. It’s nothing new for Minho, but it feels different. His praise makes Minho feel euphoric. 

“You want to turn over, jagi?” Jisung asks and Minho doesn’t trust his voice so he complies with the other man’s request. 

Jisung continues to kiss down his body. His lips trail down Minho’s exposed skin. He spends extra time pressing reverential touches to the small of Minho’s back. When he does pull Minho’s cheeks apart, the older can’t contain the shiver that wracks through him as his hole is exposed to the cool air of the room. 

Jisung falls silent for a moment and Minho looks back at the man over his shoulder. Jisung’s eyes are wide and dark as he stares at Minho’s exposed hole. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Minho quips. 

“Can I?” Jisung asks, sounding mesmerized. 

Minho giggles, “Maybe later. Now, I want you to be a good boy and put your mouth on me.”

Jisung whimpers as he leans forward and kisses Minho’s hole gently. He explores the sensation, parting his lips to suck at his rim. 

It’s been a while since anyone has eaten him out and the sensation sends tendrils of pleasure down his spine. Jisung flattens his tongue to lick wide strips over the twitching muscle. Minho moans and he feels like his knees might give out under his ministrations. Jisung doesn’t hesitate to push his tongue past the tight ring of muscles.

“Ah, fuck, you’re good at this, baby boy.” Minho swears as the intensity of his pleasure grows. 

Jisung lets out a small whimper, even with his mouth occupied. Minho chuckles, “You like being praised, don’t you jagi?”

Jisung continues to press his tongue in as far as it will go and massages the muscles from within. He’s moaning helplessly as he continues. Minho enjoys the sounds of his desire and the wet sliding sound of his tongue. 

Jisung pulls back for a moment and Minho looks back at him again. He’s flushed and his cock is already hard. Minho half expects him to ask to fuck him now, except he has another request.

“Minho, will you sit on my face? Ride my tongue and use me to get off?” He doesn’t meet the elder’s eyes when he asks shyly. Minho feels like he might have died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck, yes.” He pushes Jisung flat on his bed and climbs over him to position his hole over Jisung’s pretty, heart-shaped mouth. He opens his mouth readily and groans when Minho rocks his hips against Jisung’s face. Jisung’s tongue slides into him once more. His cock drags against Jisung’s face in the most obscene way and Jisung looks up at him with a familiar expression. 

He looks like he wants Minho to use him, eyes pleading for him to take control. Minho suspected the younger to be on the submissive side, but this was so much better than he dared to hope. He squeezes his thighs tight around Jisung’s head and the younger’s eyes roll back into his head. He’s whimpering and moaning as much as he can with his mouth occupied. Minho feels a sadistic laugh bubble up in his throat. 

“You take it so well, Sungie.” He praises and squeezes Jisung’s head further. Jisung goes completely pliant beneath him. Minho feels dizzy with pleasure as he watches the smaller man writhe beneath him. He speeds up his pace and rocks his hips down harder, grabbing his cock and giving it a few messy tugs before he’s coming hard over Jisung’s face and clenching his hole around Jisung’s tongue. 

He breathes heavily as he comes down from his high. He indulges in watching Jisung’s fucked out expression returning and his mouth red and swollen. Come covering his face and pooling on his chin. 

“Pretty baby,” Minho mumbles as he runs his thumb over Jisung’s cheekbone. 

Jisung presses his legs together and whines. His neglected cock drools over his stomach where it rests. 

“Do you like hyung’s thighs, baby?” He asks even though he already admitted to liking them earlier.

Minho flops down beside him on his side. He pulls Jisung onto his side so they lay pressed against each other, Jisung’s front pressed against his back. Minho spreads lube over his thighs and Jisung watches him questioningly. Minho reaches behind him to spread lube over his hard cock. 

Jisung whimpers at the touch. Minho guides him between his thighs. “Go on, baby. Fuck hyung’s thighs.” He gives the younger man the command and Jisung hastily complies. His cock slips between Minho’s thighs and the older keeps them squeezed tightly together and flexed. Jisung moans as he rocks his hips up to slide his cock between the gloriously tight thighs. 

Minho enjoys how desperate and helpless Jisung sounds behind him, panting and sighing. The view of the head of his cock peeking out from between his thighs is so hot that if Minho hadn’t already come twice, he’d be hard from the sight alone. 

“Do you want to come on hyung’s thighs?”

“P-please,” Jisung gasps.

“So polite, baby. Go ahead.”

It doesn’t take much after that; his cock slips between his thighs a couple more times before his come streaks over his thighs in thick white ropes.  

Jisung collapses beside him, his body going completely limp. Minho searches and finds a washcloth from the bathroom and wipes them down with warm water. Jisung clings to him with all four limbs wrapping around him and pulling him close. Minho hadn’t planned to stay, but he can’t summon the desire to leave Jisung’s warm embrace. He sighs in defeat and covers them with the duvet, counting Jisung’s breaths until he falls asleep.

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Morning sunlight filters into the room through the slats between the window blinds. When Minho stirs, he is initially puzzled by how soft his sheets are and the space he has to stretch. He startles awake then, realizing he’s not in his own bed, but instead he’s still in Jisung’s lavish bedroom. 

Jisung is nowhere to be seen, however, and the bed is cold where he slept beside Minho.

There’s a note and an envelope on the bedside table. The note is handwritten in messy, Hangul scrawl. 

Minho, 

I’m sorry, I had to leave early for work. Help yourself to anything in the refrigerator. I’ve left your fee for the month, in cash, in the envelope on the bedside table. 

Talk soon.

HJ

Minho rereads the note before reaching for the envelope. As Jisung said in his note, he left an envelope containing $4,000 in crisp hundred dollar bills on the nightstand. 

Minho feels like he’s gotten himself in over his head already. He’s not used to the strange fluttering feeling growing in his gut or the persistent desire to see him, to hold him. 

Minho has the sinking realization he will probably end up getting his heart broken by this arrangement. Worse than that, he doesn’t care, so long as he can keep seeing Han Jisung. 

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On the days following his night with Minho, Jisung attends work on autopilot. He goes through the motions of completing his job, chatting with his coworkers and attending budget meetings, but his mind is in bed with Minho. He gave up on trying to focus, resigned to his fate and succumbing to his persistent daydreams. His fantasies spiral out of control and eventually he forces himself to stop imagining Minho whispering praise into his ear before he can get hard at his desk. His productivity is at an all time low. 

He considers texting Minho, but he doesn’t want to come across as desperate (though that ship has sailed after their last meeting). His thoughts are interrupted by a chipper looking Hyunjin. 

“Earth to Jisung! Come in Sungie.” He says as he hands Jisung an iced americano. “I wanted to apologize again for ditching you the other night. I feel terrible about it.” He pouts with wide eyes and looks genuinely remorseful, but Jisung eyes him suspiciously. 

“Oh, thanks Hyunnie.” Jisung sips the drink and feels an immediate boost of caffeine hit him, improving his mood. 

“So, you’ve been staring off into the distance with a dopey look on your face all day. Who's the lucky person that’s got you crushing?”

Jisung sputters and flaps a hand at him. “What? No one! You know I don’t have time to date.”

“Maybe it wasn’t a date then. Maybe he finally managed to get laid.” Changbin chimes in from behind Hyunjin. He slides his arms around Hyunjin’s waist. 

Hyunjin huffs at him and rolls his eyes. “Binnie, this is Jisung we’re talking about, if he got laid we would know. Remember in 10th grade when he touched his first boob and didn’t shut up about it for 3 months?”

A fresh wave of guilt washes over him. He should tell his best friends about his ‘arrangement’ with Minho. Except, he doesn’t think his friends will approve of how he’s choosing to spend his money. Sure, it’s probably irresponsible, but it’s also the most Jisung has felt alive. The way Minho looked at him and called him beautiful. It feels too good to stop. 

“He’s doing it again.” Hyunjin comments. 

“Holy shit, Han Jisung, did you actually get laid?”

Jisung looks around frantically. “Shut up! Someone could hear you!”

They both look unimpressed and skeptical. Jisung lowers his voice. “Yes, ok? I met someone and we had sex.” Technically, that’s true.

Changbin grins devilishly and Hyunjin gawks at him in disbelief. 

“No offense, Sung, but how? You don’t exactly go out.” Hyunjin makes a fair point. 

“Well, turns out you two assholes ditching me at the club gave me the opportunity to meet someone.”

Changbin slaps the back of his head. His voice escalates in volume. “You didn’t tell us that, jerk!”

“I know because you didn’t stick around to find out!”

Hyunjin intervenes, “Aish, Jisung, tell us about him! What’s his name? What does he look like?”

Jisung blushes at the memory of Minho. He’s not sure how to describe him without giving away his identity. “His name is Minho and he’s really fucking hot. Like way out of my league.”

“Did you get his number? Are you going to see him again?” Changbin asks excitedly. 

He definitely plans to see Minho again, but if he shares this information they’ll want to meet him. 

“Um, I’m not sure.” He settles on a modest lie. 

“How was the sex? I’m surprised your first time was with a stranger.” Hyunjin makes another excellent point. Jisung curses Hyunjin’s ability to point out everything he’s deliberately not saying. 

A younger version of himself wanted his first time to be special. Now though, he thinks virginity is a stupid concept. Some people might not have even considered his night with Minho ‘losing his virginity’ because there was no penetration, but he’s of the opinion that sex doesn’t have to include penetration. Regardless, it felt more intimate with Minho. The only other sexual experience he had were the few times he managed to fumble to second base and an unfinished blow job from his ex-girlfriend. The sexual acts between he and Minho were significantly more intense. 

Jisung’s eyes glaze over as he recalls the sensation of being crushed between Minho’s thighs. 

Blinking back to reality before Hyunjin can call him out, he explains. “Virginity is fake anyway. Sex with him was unreal, but you know…” he trails off. “I’m so busy here it wouldn’t be fair to him. Plus, it’s not like I’m out to anyone other than you two.”

Changbin shakes his head. “You deserve to be happy. If this guy makes you happy, you should go for it, ask him out. Don't let your father’s prejudice keep you from going out with a cute guy.”

Jisung’s father, Han Junghwa, would certainly not approve of Jisung’s arrangement. Paying for sex is not taboo among the wealthy elite. However, a man openly being in any kind of sexual relationship with another man is unscrupulous. 

It’s nice of Changbin to say, but honestly he doesn’t want to face his father.  Jisung’s father is… overwhelming to say the least. His father isn’t good at hearing things he doesn’t want to hear. He doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. It made him a very good CEO, but it’s not the best trait for a father. He shrugs at his friends, unconvinced. 

“We’ll see where it goes, I guess.” He devoutly avoids the topic of dating. “By the way, have you guys picked out a birthday gift for Jisoo noona?”

Hyunjin and Changbin let him change the subject before they disperse back to their different jobs. 

Hyunjin is a graphic designer and advertising genius. Changbin predictably works in sales; he's always had a way with words, whereas Jisung sticks mostly to finances and budgeting. They all got jobs working for Jisung’s father during their college years and none of them decided to leave the company after graduating. Hyunjin decided to continue making art on Patreon. Changbin kept making rap music to post on SoundCloud. His friends stayed true to their passions, but Jisung doesn’t keep up with the things he used to love. He remembers when the trio rapped together and put their embarrassing tracks on YouTube, but Jisung let that dream go a long time ago. His father had balked at the idea of Jisung becoming a rap star. 

He remembers exactly what his father said when he admitted he longed to rap on a stage for an audience. 

Next you’ll tell me you’re going to be an idol. Can you imagine? 

He laughed in Jisung’s face. Why couldn’t he be an idol? The fact that his father found it so outrageous only made him want to prove him wrong. Unfortunately, Jisung learned quickly that no matter how hard he worked or how successful he was with his music, it would never be enough to make his parents proud. In time, he couldn't stomach the disappointed eyes and scathing judgment at every family event. His anxiety was so bad he never wanted to be around his parents; he practically lived with Hyunjin for a year before they even noticed he wasn’t coming home. Eventually he gave up on resisting his parents' wishes. It’s easier to obey, to follow the path they chose for him. 

The rest of his day goes by in mind-numbing mundanity. Jisung checks his phone every 10 minutes to see if he missed a text from Minho. He still hadn’t received a text when he parked in the garage that evening. He was starting to feel an ache in his chest, a nagging anxious feeling that Minho will take the money and ghost him. He worries that Minho has changed his mind about their arrangement. 

He stares at his phone as though it would open the messaging app and text Minho for him. He can’t decide what to say. Jisung collapses in bed and sighs. When he closes his eyes he can still see Minho with his ass in the air, whimpering as Jisung dips his tongue into the other man’s hole. 

He should be feeling satiated after his night with Minho but it only makes Jisung more horny. He never knew what he was missing and now he can’t stop thinking about all the things he wants to do with Minho. 

He takes out the list of kinks Minho brought with him and opens a private browser. 

Jisung has never been reticent or reserved. He doesn’t shy away from conversations about sex. Therefore, his bashful hesitance while reviewing Minho’s list of kinks takes him by surprise. The prospect of participating in these kinky sexual acts with Minho makes him nervous. Minho is insanely hot and likely has a lot more sexual experience. What if Jisung isn’t good enough? What is going to happen when the novelty of Jisung’s sexual inexperience wears off and Minho realizes he’s not special?

Jisung pushes his annoyingly persistent insecurity out of his mind in favor of reading about Minho’s kinks. 

The first item on the list is bondage. Minho checked yes to this box with a scribbled note reading ‘I prefer to restrain my partners’. Jisung’s dick twitches at the affirmation that Minho may enjoy having him bound and helpless. Heady arousal courses through him at the thought of being completely at Minho’s mercy. 

He pictures Minho tying him up, envisions Minho forcing him to keep his eyes open so he can watch as his hyung binds his wrists together. 

As Jisung’s fantasy plays out in his head, he follows along as he lies in bed, pushing his wrists together above his head. He imagines himself bound in that position as Minho hovers above him. His cock fills out in his pants. He shivers as he returns his hands to his lap where Minho’s list awaits. He checks yes next to bondage. 

Minho has selected that he is a sadist and a dominant. The idea of Minho dominating him sends goosebumps down his arms. It’s not surprising to him that he is interested in being submissive, but he is alarmed by the intensity of his desire. Minho picked up on his submissive inclination and praise kink immediately. He checks ‘yes’ on submissive, hyung, praise, and degradation kinks. The possession/ownership box remains a ‘maybe’ only because he fears getting emotionally attached to the idea of belonging to Minho. There needs to be some intimacy boundary for his sanity. 

Jisung checks ‘yes’ to impact and breath play before reaching down to surrender to the growing ache to touch himself. He rereads Minho’s preferences. Minho prefers to top, but doesn’t mind being a ‘power bottom’. Jisung looks up that term on Urban Dictionary to confirm the meaning of that phrase. He subsequently types ‘power bottom’ into his usual porn browser. Two videos later and he’s coming with two fingers in his ass, a hand around his cock, and Minho’s name on his lips. He selects ‘maybe’ to crossdressing, oppa, public sex, and breeding in a pointless endeavor to maintain the intimacy boundary he’s attempting to establish with himself. 

Jisung jerks off a second time when his brain gets away from him, fantasizing about Minho turning him over and spanking him until he cries. He’s watched more porn in the past 48 hours than he has in his entire life, including when he was when he was a horny pre-teen who recently discovered masturbation. 

Minho texts him first. 

Minho hyung

My place this Friday?

His heart seizes in his chest. He quickly texts back. 

Me

Sure. 9 pm? 

Minho hyung

Cool. Address. 

By Friday he’s more distracted than ever. Hyunjin and Changbin continue their suspicious looks and whisper conversations about him, much to his annoyance. He adamantly denies their accusations that he’s seeing someone because, honestly, he’s not dating Minho!

He confesses to planning a second hook up with Minho. Hyunjin squeals in delight and asks when he can meet Minho. Jisung expected this but he’s still panicked, eyebrows pinching. 

“You absolutely cannot meet Minho!” Jisung says frantically.

“Why not? You’ve met every guy I’ve dated.” Hyunjin says as though it was a perfectly reasonable request. 

Jisung groans and resists the urge to slam his head into his desk. “Firstly, we are not dating.”

Hyunjin interrupts him. “You don’t do hookups, Ji. It’s only a matter of time until you take the next step.” 

Jisung ignores him. “Secondly, you are extremely embarrassing! Even if we were dating, which we are not, I wouldn’t give you the opportunity to humiliate me!” Jisung crosses his arms over his chest and returns Hyunjin’s pout. 

Changbin enters their conversation as he approaches from his cubicle across the hall. “Why is Jisung whining? I can hear him from the other side of the office.” He aims the question at Hyunjin as if he already suspects his boyfriend as the source of Jisung’s frustration.

“He’s mad I want to meet his boyfriend. He thinks I’ll embarrass him.” Hyunjin’s posture matches Jisung’s with crossed arms. 

“Jisung has a boyfriend?” Changbin asks, looking confused. 

“No! I don’t! Hyunjin seems to think I’m incapable of having a friend with benefits.”

Changbin purses his lips, “Well…”

“Ugh! Not you too! Binnie, we’re both busy guys looking for stress relief. It’s not like I’m marrying the man.”

“Jisung, you’ve been zoning out with a lovestruck expression on your face for a week.” Hyunjin counters, his face still scrunched in disbelief. 

Jisung throws his hands up in aggravation. “That’s what good dick will do to a person. I thought you of all people would understand that!” Hyunjin and Changbin have the decency to look guilty. 

“Sung-ah, Jinnie just wants you to be happy. We both do. You know how you get attached to people. Remember Heesun? Freshman year of college? You drunkenly made out with her once at a party and started making playlists about your budding romance the next day.”

Jisung groans, “And you never let me forget it! Look, I know you too are just trying to look out for me, but I’m not a teenager anymore. I can handle a little head on the side.” A blatant lie. He’s already far too financially and emotionally invested in Lee Minho. Not that Changbin and Hyunjin need to know that. Regardless, it’s his decision to have an arrangement with Minho; no one needs to know. 

Hyunjin is entirely too aware of the emotions of those around him. Frankly, Jisung doesn’t want to hear his benevolent warnings. He simply wants to enjoy as much time as possible with Minho before the elder grows bored of him and moves on. 

His friends don’t press the subject, opting to discuss planning their annual trip to Jeju Island instead. Jisung nods along despite already looking forward to his dinner plans with Minho.

The rest of his work day passes by in a tedious blur. He stops by his house to change into something more casual; though he did debate keeping the suit. Minho seems fond of his expensive business clothes. 

He changes into his best pair of black jeans and a t-shirt instead; the outfit is mainly an excuse to wear his Balenciaga choker. He applies subtle makeup, smudging brown eyeshadow under his eyes and applying a tinted lip balm. 

His hands shake as he enters Minho’s address into his GPS. It’s his first visit to Minho’s apartment. New places typically send Jisung into an anxiety spiral, but there’s an undercurrent of giddiness running through his veins when he remembers he gets to see and touch Minho again. 

He parks in Minho’s guest parking spot and knocks on the door beneath the number Minho sent him. He hears Minho shuffling around on the other side of the door before he greets him in comfortable clothes. He lets his gaze travel over Minho’s chest and down to his thighs. He’s wearing athletic clothes and his hair is still wet from the shower. He’s unfairly gorgeous and Jisung temporarily forgets how to form words. 

“Come in, I’m finishing dinner now.”

The rich, savory aroma of fried pork belly and the fermented tang of kimchi engulf him as he enters the apartment. His mouth waters at the sight of the table lined with plates of food, arranged so they can serve themselves. Minho has prepared dishes of grilled vegetables, dumplings, fried pork belly, gimbap, and kimchi and aligned them along the center of the dining table. There is even a set of teacups and a kettle steaming across from where Jisung sits. Minho hands him a bowl filled with rice. 

“Help yourself.” He gestures with one hand at the feast in front of them from where he sits across from Jisung. 

“Did you make all of this for me?” Jisung asks playfully.

One corner of Minho’s mouth tilts up in a small smile. “Yes and no. I wanted to make dinner like my eomma would make back home in Korea.”

Jisung feels himself returning Minho’s smile. “Ah, it reminds me of my family in Korea too. We moved to the states when I was four, but Korea still feels like home.”

Minho hums. “I came to the states for university and I still really miss home sometimes. Of course, there are benefits to living here. I can be openly gay here, for one.”

Jisung nods in understanding. “Unfortunately, I get it. I’m not out as bisexual to anyone in my family, especially my father. He’s… conservative.”

Minho’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Didn’t take you for a closet case, Jisungie.”

Jisung shrugs and it lapses into silence as they eat. 

Minho breaks the tension as he lifts his chopsticks to Jisung’s mouth. “Ahh.” He says, opening his own mouth for Jisung to follow. 

Jisung opens his mouth as demonstrated and Minho feeds him a piece of meat. He keeps feeding Jisung small bites of meat and vegetables. A gleeful smile takes over Minho’s face as he watches Jisung eat. 

He pokes Jisung’s cheek. “Cute.”

Jisung groans. “Hyung, I’m too full.” 

Minho hums. “One more bite. Cmon, open up.”

Jisung pouts but accepts the bite. Minho leans forward to pinch his cheek. “Good boy, you take what hyung gives you.”

Jisung’s eyes widen at the brazen innuendo. 

Minho clears his throat. “So, do you have your checklist?”

Jisung feels his cheeks heat up. “Yes, I brought it with me.” He hands over the list, avoiding Minho’s eyes like he’s submitting a late assignment. The heavy silence returns as Minho’s eyes scan over the paper. 

“I think we’re going to be very compatible, Sungie. If you’re serious about BDSM, we’ll have to establish ground rules.”

Jisung nods, “Like a safeword?”

Minho grins at him. “Yes, exactly. Do you remember the stoplight system?”

Jisung nods and recites Minho’s previous explanation. “Green means go, it’s ok to continue, yellow means slow down or wait, red means stop.”

Minho nods encouragingly. “In this case, red might be considered a safeword.”

“Ok, that makes sense. Are there other rules?”

“Well, BDSM can be intense. Any encounter that we have together involving power dynamics is known as a scene. For instance, if I were to bend you over my knee and spank you, the entire encounter would be a scene. We can talk about what we’re going to do in a scene to esure that we’re both comfortable with the sexual acts involved within the scene before we are intimate. It’s very important that we communicate. I need to know what you like and what you don’t like. If you don’t like something or you want to stop, you need to tell me, ok?”

“What if I can’t speak?” Jisung inquires. 

“We can have a non-verbal cue. How about you tap my arm once if you want to slow down and twice if you want to stop?”

Jisung can’t help the blush that dusts his cheeks. “Okay.”

“I know this is a lot of new information. It's important to me that you have the best experience possible.”

He feels like he’s falling, the ground beneath him snatched away. 

“Have you been tested for STIs recently?” Minho asks casually.

“But I haven’t… had sex?” He says, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.

Minho smiles gently, “You can get STIs from any sexual contact, Sungie. I’m only asking because if we both get tested we can have raw sex.”

This momentarily breaks his mind. He blinks at Minho in his stupor and it makes Minho laugh. “I guess we can put that down as something you're interested in?”

Jisung clears his throat, his jeans already becoming tight at the onslaught of fantasies. He tries to keep his voice as even as possible when he asks, “So, are you going to show me around your apartment?” He’s hoping Minho will take him to the bedroom. 

Minho catches on quickly. “Are you trying to get me into bed, Han Jisung?”

Jisung blanches, “I-I didn’t…”

Minho’s loud laugh cuts him off. “I’m teasing. C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

Minho leads him through the kitchen to the living room. They’re greeted by a friendly ‘mmrrp’ and two small bodies rubbing against his and Minho’s legs. 

“This is Soonie.” He says as he leans down to pick up the cat at his feet. The expression on his face is unbearably tender. Likewise, Soonie bumps his head against Minho’s chin affectionately. Minho scratches under his chin as Jisung kneels to pet the insistent cat at his own feet.

“That’s Doongie and Dori is somewhere getting into something.”

Jisung pets the soft fur behind Doongie’s ears and is rewarded with more headbutts and purring. Soonie scrambles out of Minho’s arms to join Doongie in rubbing against Jisung. 

Minho scoffs, “Well, they certainly like you.” His voice sounds incredulous but his eyes are fond. Minho pulls Jisung away with a light but insistent grip on his wrist. They enter another room that must be Minho’s bedroom. It’s tidy and somewhat empty. There is a pole that he probably uses to practice his work routines. 

He has pictures of his cats, his friends, and family sparsely framing his vanity mirror. One picture grabs Jisung’s attention; the picture shows a younger version of Minho standing in front of a body of water with a fish in his hands. He must have caught the fish as he’s holding it up to the camera and smiling pridefully. His eyes crinkle on the sides and his wide smile draws attention to his missing front teeth. Jisung briefly imagines what it might be like to have been friends with a younger version of Minho, if he would have been friends with Hyunjin and Changbin as well. 

Jisung turns away from the photo to find Minho’s careful eyes observing him. The taller man stands behind Jisung, their eyes meeting in the mirror as Minho drags his lips lightly over his pulse point. Jisung shivers involuntarily. 

“What would you like to do, Sungie?” Minho purrs in his ear. His hands settle on Jisung’s hips as he continues his descent down Jisung’s neck, stopping to suck bruises into his skin. 

“I want you to fuck me, hyung.” 

Minho pretends to consider his request. “Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it. Do you think you can be a good boy for me?”

Jisung quickly nods. “I will, hyung, I promise! Just want to know what you’ll feel like inside me.”

He can feel Minho growing hard against his ass; the elder doesn’t waste time as he pushes Jisung into his bed. Plush bedding feels nice against his back and the pillows smell like an intoxicating blend of fabric softener and Minho. 

When Minho’s mouth crashes into his, he feels a concerning wave of relief wash over him. Minho still wants him. Jisung relishes the feeling of the older man above him, caging him in and grabbing his chin forcing Jisung to meet his piercing stare. 

He holds Jisung’s eyes as he brings one of his deliciously muscular thighs between Jisung’s legs to press against the tent in his pants. 

“We’re going to go slow baby boy. I want you to lay back and let hyung take care of you.”

Jisung bites down on his tongue to hold back a whine. He feels pathetic and desperate – they haven’t even done anything yet and Jisung feels like he could come from anticipation alone. 

Minho seems to enjoy his suffering. His eyes fill with voracious hunger. “I’m going to finger you to stretch you open. Try to relax for me, ok? Have you touched yourself like this?” His index finger ghosts over Jisung’s hole. 

Jisung nods, feeling embarrassed. “Just my fingers.”

Minho reaches behind him for a pillow. “Lift your hips for me, darling.” 

Jisung complies and Minho slides the pillow under him. Jisung must look confused because Minho grins down as he explains. “Provides comfort and a better angle, in my experience.”

Minho could do whatever he wanted to him and Jisung would thank him. He simply nods again as he parts his legs further.

Minho slides his pants and boxers down his legs and motions for him to remove his shirt. Once Jisung is undressed, he’s surprised to find Minho still completely clothed and staring at him. His eyes trace over the lines of Jisung’s body. He brings his hand up to brush his fingertips down his neck over his Adam's apple and the dip of his collar bones. He continues the path, trailing over his pecs and down his abdominal muscles. When he trails his fingertips over Jisung’s waist he sighs loudly. “So pretty.” 

Minho openly admires him; he takes time to trace over the ridges and curves of his body with fingers and lips. He looks entranced by Jisung, eager to have the younger man writhing beneath him. Jisung submits beautifully, allows himself to be bent to Minho’s will, and obliges Minho’s instruction. 

Minho kisses his thighs as he maneuvers a stealthy hand between his ass cheeks. His index finger, slicked with lube, circles his rim. 

Patience has never been Jisung’s strong suit, but he’s trying to stay calm as Minho teases his rim and rubs circles over the sensitive area. Jisung gasps, every touch feels heightened when Minho stares down at him. 

Minho looks so pretty looming above him. He presses one finger inside him slowly as though he expects Jisung to break. He isn’t this gentle when does this to himself, eager to get off and impatient as he pushes his fingers inside. Minho fingers him like he has all the time in the world. 

Minho’s pace remains leisurely and indulgent as he eases a second finger alongside the first. 

His fingers feel nice but it’s not the instant euphoria he imagined. He allows time for him to adjust to the stretch. Jisung focuses on relaxing and opening up for him. Minho moves torturously slow as he coaxes his muscles to relax. 

He shifts his hand to curl his fingers inside and electricity shoots up Jisung’s spine. He cries out from pleasure and surprise at the familiar sensation. Minho smirks, clearly amused by his reaction. 

“Ready for a third?” Minho asks as he pours more lube onto his fingers. They make a squelching sound as they push past the tight ring of muscle. Jisung winces at the addition but Minho rubs his thigh reassuringly with his other hand. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

Minho intentionally curls his fingers again to rub against that spot inside him that makes him see stars. Minho brushes his fingers over Jisung’s neck.

“Mm, your neck would look even prettier with my hand wrapped around it.”

Jisung surrenders to the heat pooling in his stomach. He tosses his head back and moans as Minho continues his focused attention on Jisung’s prostate. 

Jisung is too absorbed in his own pleasure to notice Minho slipping on a condom and lubing his cock. 

“I think you’re ready, but tell me if it hurts and we’ll go back to fingers, ok?

Jisung blinks dumbly and then mumbles an agreement. Minho’s cock catches on his rim and Jisung gasps as he realizes that soon the entirety of Minho’s cock is going to be inside him. Minho slides his length across Jisung’s slick hole teasingly. Jisung nearly begs him to get on with it when Minho finally lines up his cock and presses inside. 

The stretch burns slightly more than before. The blissful expression on Minho’s face makes Jisung want to be good for him. He desperately wants to be the reason Minho feels good. 

Feeling himself stretch open is euphoric in a way he can’t explain; it’s satisfying in a way he didn’t know he needed. The world around him narrows to the sensation of Minho inside him; Jisung feels so rapturously full. 

Minho pauses once he’s bottomed out. He looks down at where their bodies meet and groans and the visual of Jisung’s tight little hole swallowing him completely. 

“You feel so good… so tight around me.” Minho slurs his words like he’s drunk on pleasure. “How do you feel, baby?”

“S-so good. So full , fuck.” Jisung stammers his response. “You can… move…”

His eyes are cold and unyielding as he looks down. “I’ll move when I’m ready to move. You will take what you are given and you will say thank you to your hyung.”

Jisung’s jaw aches under his grip and the authority in his expression stokes the fire burning through his body, every part of him set ablaze with desire. 

“Thank you, hyung.” He manages to reply as Minho starts to rock his hips. He’s not fully pulling out in favor of rocking into him so his cock presses against his walls. Jisung’s eyes roll back in his head at the sensation. 

Minho’s hand rests on his throat. Jisung waits for him to squeeze, but he doesn’t, he keeps his hand there as a reminder that he could.

Jisung starts to whine. “More, hyung.”

Minho strikes his inner thigh and pain radiates through his leg. Jisung gasps, startled by the sensation of arousal that follows the pain. 

“What did I just tell you? Hyung sets the pace. But, fine, have it your way.” Minho pulls out and thrusts back inside him in one motion. His pace is quick and hard now, aiming for Jisung’s prostate with every snap of his hips. 

Jisung wails beneath him, unable to stop the litany of pornographic moans falling from his lips. 

“Is this what you wanted, hm?” Minho continues his punishing pace. 

Jisung couldn’t respond if he wanted to, his mouth hangs open, gaping like a fish, as Minho pounds into him. 

Minho grasps Jisung’s forgotten cock from where it lies against his abdomen. His thumb smears a bead of precome around the head, circling the crown of his cock with his thumb. He strokes his cock in time with his thrusts. 

Minho is gorgeous with his focused brow and the sweat starting to dew on his bare chest. 

Jisung’s orgasm feels like it’s wrenched out of him. Pleasure overtakes him and his mind becomes deliciously empty. 

He feels like he’s coming for a long time, coating his chest. Minho levels him with a mesmerized expression as he fucks him through it. 

“So good for hyung.” Minho’s thrusts become erratic and Jisung watches his face as he falls apart; his eyebrows draw up and lips part in a silent sigh. 

So pretty, he thinks. He can’t stop himself from admiring the man in front of him. 

Jisung leans forward and kisses Minho messily as he comes. Minho collapses on top of him and they stay like that, with Minho’s softening cock still inside him, for an immeasurable length of time before Jisung starts to complain about being sticky. 

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It is an impossibly long day. The day started out like any other – reviewing accounts payable in a routine monthly audit. It’s terribly uninteresting work that usually sours Jisung’s mood. Today, however, he has plans to see Minho when he gets off work. Both he and Minho shared negative STI screenings and Jisung had plans for them tonight. He played with his ass this morning, stretching himself open with his newly acquired dildo and imagining Minho’s hand around his throat. He kept his largest plug nestled inside himself as a treat for his hyung to discover later. 

He sends all thoughts of Minho railing him to the back of his mind, determined to get through his work. The sooner he finishes this audit, the sooner he can leave work and meet with Minho. 

When Jisung’s math comes back $20,000 short, he initially assumes he’s made some kind of accounting error. Looking at numbers all day will do that to a person. Except, he didn’t make a mistake. He reviews the logs several times over. He even pulls their intern, Soobin, into his office to check behind him. The horrified expression on Soobin’s face tells him everything he needs to know. It’s not a miscalculation – it’s theft. Jisung documents the theft and begrudgingly reports it to his father. 

He enters his father’s office hesitantly. Han Junghwa sits at his desk, his face curled into a frown as he reads Jisung’s report.

Predictably furious about the findings of the audit, he lashes out. “Jisung, you should have caught this sooner! I don’t pay you to be incompetent. Though I can’t say I’m surprised. You’ve always been a disappointment.” He pauses his criticism to take a swig of whiskey. His father doesn’t flinch at the acrid sting of the brown liquor. “Find the culprit, fire them and press charges with the legal department.”

“The money was withdrawn using your credentials, Appa. How can I find the person responsible when several people know your information? It would take a team of investigators to find…”

Junghwa’s eyes turn dark and vicious. He raises his voice to interrupt Jisung. “I don’t fucking care, Jisung! Just find them!”

Jisung snaps his mouth shut. “O-Okay.” He scurries out of his father’s office before he can continue his rant about Jisung’s incompetence. 

With all the commotion, he doesn’t get a chance to complete the rest of the audit. Jisung watches his coworkers filter out of the office. The cubicle lights go out one by one. The stack of papers on his desk looms ominously over him; he still has an abundance of documents to review. Hyunjin stops by to put a hand on his shoulder sympathetically. “It’s not your fault.” He tells Jisung before slipping out of Jisung’s office. 

He was excited about his plans with Minho tonight. He’d even prepped himself with the intention of getting dicked down and now he’s going to be spending his evening at work. He feels the irrational urge to cry as he opens his phone camera and takes a selfie with the stack of papers.

He sends Minho the picture. 

Me: 

I think I have to cancel our plans tonight :(

Minho responds right away.

Minho-hyung: 

Poor baby. I can come by and help you relieve some of that stress.

Jisung knows it’s a bad idea, stupid and risky, but the office is empty and Jisung really wants to see him. Minho texts again before he can respond.

Minho-hyung:

Have you eaten, Sungie?

It had not occurred to him that he should eat, but at the mention of food his stomach growls. He sighs, feeling conflicted. There’s no way he can get through all these documents on his own. He could really use an extra pair of eyes. However, Jisung worries that Minho will be a greater distraction than aid. It will be damn near impossible not to be distracted by Minho’s pretty face only a few feet away from him. 

Regardless of his internal conflict, Minho doesn’t seem to give Jisung a choice. 

As expected, he gets a call from Minho twenty minutes later to ask Jisung to let him in the front door. The office building is locked at this time of night. Jisung eagerly shuffled to the front door, overly excited to see his hyung. He shouldn’t let himself get used to the ‘boyfriend treatment’ from Minho. 

He unlocks the door and opens it to find a casually dressed Minho carrying take out boxes. The older man looks unreasonably sexy in joggers and a fitted t-shirt. His pecs fill out his shirt, the fabric stretched obscenely over his chest. Jisung justifiably wonders, for a second time, if Minho is going to be counterproductive to completing his audit. Though, the sight of him in the doorway instantly calms the storm brewing in Jisung’s chest. 

“Hyung…” Jisung says weakly in false disapproval. 

“Ah, did my Jisungie have a hard day?” Minho coos at him, ignoring his reproachful gaze.

Jisung nods slowly, relenting. “C’mon, let's eat and I’ll explain.”

They return to his office together and Minho sets the takeout boxes down on the free corner of his desk.

Jisung sighs as heavily as his lungs will allow as he watches Minho unpack kimchi jjigae and rice. He hands Jisung an iced Americano before presenting Jisung with a smaller box.

“You can have this after you finish your dinner.” He opens the box to reveal a piece of cheesecake with chocolate crust and topped with Oreo cookie crumbles. Jisung’s eyes widened. A hot, sinking feeling in his chest accompanies the sting of tears that accumulate on his eyelashes. 

He rubs at his eyes and clears his throat, trying to will the unwanted feelings away. “Thank you.”

Minho blinks at him, but doesn’t say anything. Jisung gives in and recounts his day to Minho. He explains the remaining audit process to Minho around a mouth full of jjigae. 

Jisung runs his fingers through his already disheveled hair and groans. His mood improves as he eats though; he didn’t realize how hungry he truly was prior to Minho’s visit.

Minho looks at the audit checklist as he spoons jjigae into his mouth from across the desk. “I can help you review documents.”

Jisung looks up, mouth still full of food, and fixes him with a bewildered expression. “You would do that? It’s repetitive and time consuming. I’ll probably be here all night.”

Minho shrugs, “Sure, if it helps you to get out of here faster.”

“Y-yeah, that would be really nice. Thank you.”

Minho leans forward to grab a stack of forms that are marked for review. They fall silent as they finish their dinner and look over endless mountains of documents. 

Minho slides his cheesecake over to him. “So, why is it your fault if some asshole stole money from the company?”

Sighing again, Jisung responds, “I should have caught on sooner.”

Minho lifts his eyes from the accounting records to raise an eyebrow in disbelief. “You’re the only accountant that works here?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Shouldn’t you have at least two pairs of eyes on this stuff? I mean this is a lot for one person.”

“My father thinks I should be able to handle it.” He grits his teeth.

“What do you think, Jisung?” Minho inquires.

“I think the bastard who did it is one of the salesmen that kisses Appa’s ass. Whoever it was got access to the account with Appa’s password. They must have stolen his credentials when he wasn’t paying attention. Appa is so conceited that he doesn’t question the motives of those who are complimenting him. He doesn’t question their intentions.”

Minho smirks at him over the papers he’s reviewing. “Your father is lucky to have a son like you.”

Jisung scoffs, “He certainly doesn’t believe that. I’m not living up to the perfect CEO checklist he’s had for me since I was born.” 

Minho looks up to meet his eyes and holds him there, burning in the intensity of his wide eyes. “You give everything to this job. You give more than anyone could ask for.”

Jisung shrugs, “All that matters to him is making money and securing a wife and heir.”

Minho laughs darkly. “Is that what you want Jisungie? You should have told me. You can come inside me next time. Knock me up and we’ll have a shotgun wedding. I could be your little wife.”

Minho is joking, obviously, but the image of his come dripping out of his hyung’s hole sends shocks of arousal down his spine. 

His arousal must be evident on his face. Minho laughs even harder. “You didn’t mention a potential breeding kink, jagi.”

Jisung clears his throat again. This is what he feared when he thought Minho might be too distracting. He can’t stop himself from imagining Minho ordering him to cum inside in his dominating, condescending voice. 

“Didn’t think much about it before you. I don’t know if it’s a breeding kink or a Minho kink.”

Jisung can’t meet his eyes and they continue working in silence, ignoring the tension. 

They keep reviewing and Jisung puts on music: a playlist Jeongin made him of K-pop hits. 

The stacks diminish slowly. Minho brings things to his attention that he might have missed. 

It’s nearly 3 am by the time they’ve made it through all the documents, but despite how exhausted he feels, he also feels a giddy relief set in. 

“I feel like I should be more tired, but I’m like amped up.”

A small, fond smile forms on Minho’s face. “You know what helps to get the best sleep?” He purrs, staring at Jisung with wide eyes that overflow with false innocence. “Getting fucked within an inch of your life.”

Jisung gasps aloud and immediately cringes at himself. 

Minho smiles evilly at him as he inches closer to where Jisung sits at his desk. 

“Have you ever thought about getting off in your office, baby? Imagined me on my knees under your desk sucking you off?”

Minho sits on the edge of the desk now and Jisung stares at him like he’s hypnotized. He’s a serpent entranced by the snake charmer’s song. 

Jisung swallows, feeling his throat bob dramatically. 

Minho doesn’t wait for him to respond before he’s leaning into Jisung so his lips brush over his ear. “Can you imagine what they would think of their powerful, future CEO, bent over and begging for another man’s cock?”

Jisung whimpers. “Please.”

Minho’s fingers wind through his hair and tug on the strands forcing his head back. Minho meets his eyes. “Begging already, Jagi? Do you want hyung to bend you over your desk?” He sounds patronizing and Jisung can’t stop the whimper that escapes him. 

Minho chuckles again, clearly enjoying Jisung’s desperation. The fingers in his hair finally release him. 

“Go on, lean over and drop your pants for me. Let hyung see your pretty, pink hole.”

Jisung stands on unstable, wobbling legs and unfastens his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. He looks back immediately with a worried expression. 

“Hyung, I… I tried to stretch myself for you. I wanted you to be able to slip in easily.”

Minho groans lowly, pushing him down so his chest meets the desk, and pulls Jisung’s cheeks apart to reveal his slightly puffy hole, still shiny with lube, wrapped around a pink butt plug.

Minho blinks dumbly for a moment, staring at him. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself. 

Jisung swells with pride because he made Minho forget himself. Minho always takes Jisung’s breath away and leaves him stupid and needy, but in this moment Jisung has stunned his hyung. 

“Baby,” Minho sounds condescending and it only serves to excite him further. “Did you fuck yourself for me? Did you imagine hyung filling you up while you pushed this toy into your tight little hole?”

Jisung arches his back and whines for the elder to touch him. Minho rubs his thumb over his rim, pushing the plug in deeper. He slowly starts to push and pull at the plug, pulling it out enough that the widest part stretches Jisung’s hole further. 

“So fucking pretty for me.” When he’s satisfied that he’s teased Jisung enough, he removes the plug and replaces it with two dexterous fingers. Minho holds him down as he shifts his fingers in search of his prostate. Jisung squirms incoherently and drools onto the cold mahogany of his desk. A surge of electric pleasure shoots down his spine as Minho brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jisung keens and arches his back impossibly further. “P-please, hyung, I need you inside me.”

“I am inside you, baby, you’ll have to be more specific.” He continues to scissor his fingers to open Jisung. 

“Want your cock inside me!” 

Minho moans as he brings his cock to nudge at his tight rim. Jisung feels good knowing that he’s making Minho feel good too. 

Jisung hears the crinkle of the condom and stops Minho before he can put it on. “Don’t use one. I-I want you to come inside.”

Minho hesitates briefly. “Are you sure?” His voice reduced to a low growl. 

“Please, hyung! Need it!” He whines almost incoherently and pouts at Minho. 

Minho gives him what he wants and pushes the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscles slowly. Jisung moans embarrassingly loudly and has lost all control over how he responds to Minho. “You’re being a needy little brat. So fucking dirty, know that? Begging to feel hyung’s come dripping out of you.”

He eases into Jisung with care. The slow stretch of opening up for him makes Jisung dizzy with pleasure. Minho’s hand pressed into his lower back as though he’s holding the younger man down. He lifts his head and takes in his surroundings, having momentarily forgotten where they are. Minho finally bottoms out and Jisung’s needy hole clenches tightly as if to keep him inside. 

Minho groans. “You feel so good, baby.” He rocks his hips so his cock drags against Jisung’s walls. 

“Ah!” Jisung cries out when Minho’s thrusts continue to brush against his prostate. Minho sets a relentless pace. He pulls Jisung’s head back with a firm grip on his hair. Jisung leans back to meet his thrusts. 

His lips brush against the shell of Jisung’s ear. “Imagine if all those desks were occupied. Do you think I’d stop, jagi?”

Jisung’s eyes roll back at his casual dominance. “F-fuck, hyung.”

“I want everyone to see you like this. Hyung’s little cocksleeve.”

Jisung feels his stomach tighten and the pleasure accumulates causing him to sway. 

“Good boy, Sungie. So good for hyung. I might have to fuck you when the office is full. Watch you try not to scream my name.”

Jisung wails humiliatingly, too far gone to care. The fantasy of letting Minho have him like this, consequences be damned, makes him feel blissfully detached from reality. 

Minho wraps a hand around his throat and squeezes as he shifts the angle of his thrusts to nail Jisung’s prostate. Jisung opens his mouth in a silent scream and his vision momentarily whites out as he comes harder than he ever has before. He spills over his desk, his cock twitching and untouched. He tightens like a vice around Minho and it only takes a few more pumps before Minho starts swearing. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” He can feel Minho coming inside him like he begged for. It feels weird and foreign, but so fucking good. 

Minho stays inside him for a moment while he catches his breath and Jisung wishes he’d stay like that forever. 

He doesn’t have the mental fortitude to say this to Minho though, and the elder eventually starts to slowly pull out of him. His hole flutters and clenches in a desperate attempt to keep him inside. He can feel Minho’s release slipping out of him and he whimpers at the sensation. It’s quiet between them for a moment and Jisung looks over his shoulder to catch Minho staring, transfixed on his body. He watches his come drip out of him. 

“I like you like this. I might have to be the one knocking you up, princess.” Minho pulls his ass cheeks apart for emphasis and Jisung lets his head fall limply onto his desk. He can’t stop the way his body reacts to Minho's words. “Maybe we should put the plug back in, hm? Let you keep my come inside you.”

The thought makes his head spin. He likes the possessive edge to Minho’s voice. “L-like when you call me princess.”

Minho exhales a laugh and tugs Jisung upright to hug him from behind. His hands roam Jisung’s body, his fingers ghost over his abdominal muscles.

“You made a mess, princess. Hyung didn’t even touch your cock.”

Jisung shivers. “Felt too good, hyung.”

Minho’s lips trace over his neck, stopping to bite down hard on the side of his neck and sucking a mark into the sensitive skin. Jisung tries to push him away half heartedly, but Minho’s grip on him tightens. He continues his path along his lover’s neck, leaving a trail of red bite marks in his wake. Minho leans back to admire his work and presses his fingers into the spit slicked marks. “Need everyone to know who made you feel good, baby.”

Jisung feels well on his way to getting hard again. The realization that he let Minho fuck him on his work desk doesn’t help the growing arousal in his belly. “I’m going to think of you every time I sit at my desk now.”

Minho groans at his comment and his hips involuntarily twitch forward against Jisung’s ass. Jisung looks over his shoulder to smile deviously at the man behind him. “Want to go again, hyung? Keep filling me up with your come?”

Minho’s grip on him tightens impossibly further, hard enough to leave bruises. “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.”

Minho brings his palm down to strike Jisung’s left ass cheek. Jisung’s body goes limp and he sways forward. The elder man uses this to his advantage, pushing him down against his desk once more. He continues to spank Jisung until his legs shake and he wails with sobs of pleasure. Jisung’s cute little ass is bright red for him and tears cling to his lash line when he blinks up at Minho. 

Minho tuts at him and pinches his cheek. “Little sungie likes when hyung punishes him, hm?”

“H-hyung, please.” He whines. He’s not above begging Minho to fuck him again. 

Minho sighs. “No. You need rest, baby. Let’s get you home first.”

Jisung doesn’t want to go home; he wants Minho to fuck him again just like this. He pouts angrily at the man behind him. “Don’t wanna! Want you now, hyung!”

Minho stops abruptly to glare at Jisung. “Did I ask you what you wanted? I told you we’re going home.”

Jisung feels an embarrassing wave of arousal course through him and he averts his eyes. “Yes, hyung.”

“Good boy.”

Jisung arranges the papers that are now in disarray on the floor and wipes his desk clean. Minho gathers the empty take out boxes and they leave together.

“There’s no point in going to sleep now. I have to be back at work in a couple of hours. I probably would have taken a nap in my office if I wasn’t with you.”

Minho tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “How about instead of messing up your back trying to sleep in a desk chair, you crash at my place. It’s closer and I’ll wake you and drive you back to the office after you get some rest?” It’s phrased as a question, but Minho is telling him. 

Minho’s apartment already feels like a comforting space. The cats remember him and greet him with head butts. Minho looks betrayed by the way the cats curl up next to him where he lies in Minho’s bed. 

Minho grumbles, “One cute boy gives them head scratches and they forget who feeds them.”

Jisung giggles. Tiredness finally catches up with him all at once. He sleeps well in Minho’s bed, swathed in his blankets and pillows.

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A pessimistic sense of foreboding hovers over Minho like a storm cloud. Maybe he’s overly cynical, but he can’t ignore the presentiment of dread that invades his mind. His alarm failed to go off to alert him to get ready for class. All eyes fall on him when enters the dance hall late. The class is still warming up individually and the dancers are spread out in their stretches. 

His professor raises an eyebrow at him inquisitively and Minho offers her a shrug. He’s rarely late and she doesn’t say anything to him about his tardiness. 

Yeonjun leads the class this morning and Minho is grateful it’s not his turn to guide the class. The cold and rainy shift in weather causes Minho’s joints to ache. He would have preferred to stay in bed. Toward the end of class, Yeonjun places a warm hand on his shoulder. “Min, meet me after class.” 

Yeonjun is a year beneath him and Vice President of the dance club. He’s a good friend and an excellent dancer. Minho waits for their cool down stretches to end and his classmates to file out of the dance hall before finding Yeonjun. 

“What’s up, Jun?” Minho asks casually. 

Yeonjun frowns at him. “Momo noona got injured and she won’t be able to dance with us for Freshman Night.” Ah, so this is the news that made everyone avoid him during class. Freshman Night is when they recruit incoming freshmen to join their club. Momo is their center for the routine. The choreography will undoubtedly need to be changed to accommodate her absence. Minho groans. “Ok, so, you need me to redo the choreo?” 

“I can help! It doesn’t need to be completely changed, just modified.”

Minho pinches the bridge off his nose. Yeonjun is trying to soften the blow. It’s not his fault that Momo was injured nor that Minho is filled with trepidation. ”Ok, thanks, Junie.”

Yeonjun offers him an apologetic smile. “I know you’re busy, Min. I’ll meet with you and we can knock it out together one day this week. Then, we can teach the team during our next meeting.” Minho hums in acknowledgement. 

“Gunning for my spot as president, Junie?” Minho jokes. 

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and grins good naturedly. “Maybe if you ever graduate, old man.”

The portentous anxiety from earlier wanes after his banter with Yeonjun, but his improved mood is short-lived. He checks his phone on his walk home to find several missed calls and texts from his cousin, Minju. The familiar apprehension returns in full force. 

Minju:

Hey oppa I’m sorry to bother you during your class time. Your eomma is in critical care, but improving. 

Minju:

Call me back when you can

His stomach sinks and he resolutely ignores his shaking hands as he returns Minju’s call. She answers immediately. “Hey, oppa, I’m sorry to worry you. Yeemoh had a fall. She broke a hip. They say it’s the best case scenario though. She got help right away and it's just a hairline fracture. She’s doing a lot better now. I’m on my way to the hospital now if you want to talk to her.”

Minho’s heart pounds against his ribs. He can feel his pulse throbbing in his veins. A broken hip? His eomma? Guilt overwhelms him and prevents him from thinking clearly. He can’t remember the last time he spoke with his eomma. She used to call everyday when Minho started University in the states. She missed him and worried after him incessantly. Minho was too busy attempting to assimilate to American college culture to talk with his eomma. When his appa died, he’d taken the time to talk to her, but with time he got busy with classes and work and started neglecting her calls again. Minju picks up on his prolonged silence. 

“Minho, it’s ok if you can’t talk now.  She’s recovering and she wouldn’t want you to worry.”

“How can I not worry? Appa was fine too! He was recovering and then he was just… gone.” Minho knows he shouldn’t snap at her, it isn’t her fault. “I’m sorry, Minju. I have to go. I’ll call you later. Tell eomma I love her.”

He doesn’t wait for his cousin to respond before ending the call. Tears sting his eyes and a lump forms in his throat. He feels so unbelievably selfish. Here he is, gallivanting around with Jisung while his eomma is really sick. He could probably afford a trip to Korea now that Jisung is subsidizing his income, but he can’t miss his classes especially now that his dance team needs him. 

When he arrives home, he collapses in bed and hugs his pillow to his chest. He lets himself cry, but tries to minimize the tears falling from his eyes. He doesn’t want his face to be red and puffy for work tonight. 

A tension headache sneaks up on him. He finds himself checking his phone, anticipating a text from Jisung that never comes. He surrenders to his sour mood, takes some Tylenol, and naps before his shift at Minxx. 

His headache is still present when he leaves for work. The blaring reverberation of club music certainly doesn’t help. Felix notices his scowl and frowns at him uneasily. Minho avoids Felix and his well intentioned concern. 

He makes himself pretty, erasing every flaw with concealer, eyeshadow, and blush. Minho stares at his reflection and wills himself not to cry. He takes deep, practiced breaths to steady his defiant heart. He gives himself a pep talk. Just get through work, he reminds himself. 

Still, he can’t shake his exhausted, persistent disinterest. A fresh bout of anxiety takes root in his brain and spreads throughout his body, leaving him tense and stiff. 

He makes a beeline to the bar and is greeted by Seungmin’s familiar, braces-filled smile. 

“Doing alright, hyung?” He asks from behind the bar as he continues making drinks. 

Minho shakes his head. “No. Something strong please.”

Seungmin slides him a glass of his favorite, top shelf whiskey. “On the house.”

Their interaction reminds him of his favorite thing about Seungmin — he knows when Minho doesn’t want to answer questions. He doesn’t press for more information like Felix. 

Minxx isn’t busy and Minho doesn’t have to dance on the main stage until later. He drains the whiskey and gestures for another. Seungmin pours it for him. “You can talk if you want, hyung. The bottom of a whiskey glass is no place to be alone.”

Minho scoffs. “Since when are you the profound one? Does Channie have the day off?”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “I’m worried about you, asshole. You look like shit. Is that better?”

Minho lets out a long suffering sigh. “And I feel like shit too. My eomma is in the hospital.”

Seungmin’s expression shifts to calm and serious as he nods for Minho to continue. 

“What else is there to say? I…” the lump in his throat returns. “I feel guilty. I feel like I should have been there like maybe if I was there she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” He whispers.

Seungmin steps out from behind the bar and pulls Minho into an awkward hug. “It’s not your fault.” 

Minho wraps his arms around Seungmin and buries his face in his neck. He smells like bergamot and pine; it’s comforting. “Thank you, Minnie. I need to get back to work. Just, please don’t say anything to Felix. He’ll worry himself sick.”

Seungmin nods in agreement. They hold eye contact as though they’re silently communicating for a moment before a customer hollers for Seungmin to make him another drink. He feels enormously grateful for Seungmin; he thinks in an alternate universe they could be an actual married couple, instead of their work husband status. 

Minho goes about his work routine with a fake smile plastered on his face. He’s going through the motions, but he’s not present behind his glittering, deceptive eyes. His abject dissociation should concern him, but he embraces the nothingness with open arms. He’s surrounded by fluorescent lights, the smell of liquor,  and hands pulling at him from every direction. His surroundings are enough to make him forget his contrition. He fades away for a while, lost in the depths of his mind.  

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A tall, beefy man motions for him to come over. Minho offers him the same false compliments he offers every other patron. The man requests a lap dance and Minho obliges. Minho leans down to shake his ass over the man’s lap. The man behind him raises his hips to grind his dick against Minho’s ass. Annoyed, Minho leans away, but the man’s hands insistently grip down harder on his hips to hold him in place. Minho becomes increasingly annoyed by the man.

"Let go of me,” he hisses. 

The man laughs at him as he struggles to get away. “Be a good boy and sit on Daddy's cock.”

Repulsion shoots through him and he nearly gags at the words. His eyes frantically search for one of the other dancers so he can alert them to the situation without causing a scene. Minho seemingly resists the man in vain. The stranger is clearly much stronger than him. The horror of the scene unfolding around him sets in and he freezes like a frightened rabbit.  

Finally, Felix catches his panicked stare and brings Chris over to the booth. To his immense relief, Chris’ arms successfully pull him from the man's grip.

“Hey!” The man raises his voice in anger, but Chris ignores his outburst in favor of scanning over Minho with concerned eyes. “Are you ok, Lino?”

Minho nods, but keeps a hand on Chris’ bicep for support. The man behind him continues his complaints.

“Hey, wait your own turn, man!”

When Chris’ eyes finally meet the other man's, his expression morphs into cold fury. “You're leaving now. We have strict policies on sexual harassment."

The man scoffs. “Harassment? Please, man, he likes it. You can’t harass a whore. He's asking for it.”

Chris requests back up into his earpiece before he gently places a hand on Minho's shoulder. “Lix, take Lino to the back for a break.” Chris searches his eyes as though he knows Minho is absent behind his fearful expression. 

Felix places a hand over his where he's still holding on to Chris. Minho lets Felix lace their fingers together. He continues to hold Minho’s hand even once they arrive at his dressing room. 

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Once they're safely behind locked doors, he exhales a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

Felix squeezes his hand. "Are you ok?"

Minho nods slowly. He knows his eyes are blank and glazed over. A familiar emptiness fills his mind and icy prickles tingle through his veins.

Felix keeps talking but Minho can't make out the words. He does register the soft knock followed by Chris’ voice at his door. Felix lets Chris in the room  and the eldest immediately assesses Minho again as if he's looking for wounds. The only marks are from where the man clamped his hands down on his hips. Chris and Felix fix him with dual expressions of concern.

“Thank you, Chris.” He finds his voice. “Thank you both.”

He squeezes Felix's hand before dropping his own hand to his side. Chris continues to frown. “I told that asshole he's not welcome here again.”

Minho sighs and nods. Felix wraps his arms around Minho. “You haven't looked well all night. You should head out. I'll cover for you.”

Chris nods in agreement. “I'll drive you home. Just let me tell Lisa.”

Minho doesn't bother with arguing; he's suddenly exhausted. Chris, as promised, drops him off at his apartment and offers to stay if Minho doesn't feel safe. He shakes his head and tells Chris to go ahead, only convincing him to leave by asking him to look after Felix in Minho’s absence. He assures the older man that he's fine. 

However, once the empty silence fills his apartment, he no longer feels like he's fine. The image of the man from the club showing up at his apartment to finish what he started sends waves of paralyzing terror through him. 

He tries to fall asleep but when he closes his eyes his mind conjures images of his sick mother asleep across the globe. The hot, sticky feeling of tears burns behind his eyes. He wishes he hadn't dismissed Chris and Felix's concern. He opens his phone to find a message from Jisung. It's a cat meme captioned: Is this Dori? It makes him smile. He has the strongest, irrational desire to call Jisung. Initially, he ignores the urge. Except the memory of the man from the club’s hands on him sends recurrent waves of nausea and revulsion through him. His skin crawls and his mind begs for a distraction. 

He surrenders and calls, unsure if he actually wants the younger to answer the call. Jisung picks up on the second ring. “Hello? Minho?”

Minho resists the desire to sob with relief at the sound of his voice. Jisung. 

“Hey.” Minho says quietly.

“Why are you calling so late? Early? Are you ok?”

He hadn’t realized it was nearly 3 am. His throat constricts and prevents him from answering. He tries to clear his throat. “Yeah, just some jerk at the club.”

Jisung hums over the phone. “What do you need? Do you want me to come over?”

Minho wants to lie and say no, but he really wants to see him. “You don't have to… Don't you have work in the morning?”

“Surprisingly, no. I’ll be over as soon as possible.” 

Jisung arrives in twenty minutes with McDonalds. Minho didn't realize he was hungry until the greasy burgers and fries were in front of him. Jisung also sets out chicken nuggets, large Cokes, and Oreo McFlurries. Minho wants to embrace him, to feel Jisung’s arms around him, and inhale his clean, safe scent. 

Instead, Minho shoves a handful of fries in his face. “You know I have to keep my figure for my job, right?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “You dance enough to afford the occasional burger and fries.”

Their conversation pauses as the two of them fill up on the fast food. He gets distracted by watching Jisung eat. His regularly round cheeks full of food and jaw chewing animatedly. Cute. Fuck, he’s so cute. 

“So, wanna tell me what happened at work?” Jisung pops the bubble of weighted silence. 

Minho sighs heavily. “Some guy thought he could grab me because I'm ‘a whore who's asking for it.’” He avoids Jisung's eyes, opting to stare down at his Mcflurry.

"He said that?” Jisung sounds angry.

Minho nods. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” He shrugs as if these things don't constantly cause him distress and anxiety. “Chris kicked him out when he wouldn't let me go.”

Jisung's alarm grows. “He was holding you down?”

Minho shrugs again. Jisung’s voice takes on a deeper, more aggressive tone than usual. “If that guy shows his face again, I want you to call me so I can kick his ass!”

The words shouldn't have given him butterflies, but they do. “You'll have to get in line behind Felix and Chris.”

Jisung smiles softly, “Are they your Hyunjin and Changbin equivalents?”

Minho considers this. “Surprisingly accurate analogy. Except they won't admit that they're stupidly in love with each other.”

“Tell me about it! I had to deal with those two pining for years before Hyunjin finally made a move. Want to know what the final straw was? Changbin got a fucking pool. Hyunjin couldn't stop ogling him. It was ridiculous.” Jisung giggles. 

“You should see the way they look at each other. Lix is best friends with Chris’ sister and they spend the holidays with both families. I think they're the only ones that don't know they're a couple.”

“That's pretty bad. Jinnie was mostly just worried that Bin and I had something going on.”

“Did you?” Minho finds himself asking without permission from his brain.

Jisung shrugs. “The three of us are interested in men. I was Jinnie's first kiss and he was my first kiss with a boy. Bin was the first guy I got off with. Hyunjin made it bigger than it was.”

Minho can't help the jealous feeling clenching in his stomach. “Shit. I hope Chris isn't dumb enough to think that Felix messing around means anything. He just likes sex. Lix is the only one some of the female dancers have hooked up with. Most of them are lesbians and Felix is genderfluid, bisexual, and versatile. The femdoms take turns using her dick. Or so I’ve heard.”

“Have you two...?”

Minho nods and giggles, still eating his ice cream. “Why do you ask? Do you think it's hot, Jisungie?”

A strange look passes over his face. “Not as hot as Lix with the girl dancers.”

Minho snorts. “Bisexuals are useless.” He flicks Jisung's forehead. 

Jisung whines, rubbing at his forehead. “Meanie.” he grumbles. Jisung picks up Minho's TV remote, flipping through streaming services.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

Minho hums and rests his head on Jisung's shoulder. He's crossing lines like this, but Jisung feels so safe. 

Jisung puts on Howl's Moving Castle.

They lapse into a comfortable silence as the relaxing Ghibli music fills the room. Minho doesn't realize he's drifted off until Jisung shifts to turn off the TV and he startles, looking up at Jisung. 

“Ah, you're awake. I was hoping to carry you to bed.” Minho blinks, still half asleep. Jisung slips on his shoes, stands, and looks down at Minho.

“I’ll head out and let you get some sleep.”

“No!” Minho says, grabbing his wrist before he can stop himself.

“I mean, don't you want to come to bed with me?” His tone aims for seductive, but falls short and sounds desperate.

Jisung offers him a small smile. “Is that what you want?”

Minho nods as he pulls Jisung with him to his bedroom. Once the door is shut Minho has Jisung pressed against it, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down his neck. He sucks several marks into the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving a trail down to his collar bones. Jisung's hand comes up to thread through Minho's hair in a way that's almost placating. Jisung pulls back to look at Minho as he speaks. 

“Minho, are you sure you want this? I'll stay even it we don't have sex.”

Minho pushes down the feelings his words elicit. ”Want you.” Minho says softly. 

Jisung's thumb brushes over his cheek bone. “We can do whatever you want, hyung. I just want to make you feel good.”

"I want total control. Will you give that to me, Sungie?" He looks down at Jisung; his eyes are dark and wide as he looks up at Minho. The way he trembles makes him look like prey , like Minho could devour him. He pushes Jisung’s shirt up and the younger takes it as a sign to remove it. 

Jisung shivers. “You can do whatever you want with me. I trust you.”

Jisung so readily giving himself over to Minho sends waves of lust crashing through him. A tingling surge of pleasure dripping down his spine. 

“Will you let me restrain you?” His eyes travel down Jisung’s chest. Jisung’s surprisingly fit given his office job. His gaze travels along his waist as it curves inward and then over the faint outline of his abdominal muscles. 

Jisung's throat bobs as he swallows. He nods slowly. “I’m all yours.”

It's all the affirmation Minho needs. He pushes the younger man down so his back lies flat against the mattress. Minho has under the bed restraints. He pulls them out and tosses them onto the bed at the four corners. Jisung looks bewildered.

Minho grins. ”Do you remember your colors?”

Jisung recites them. “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”

“Good boy. Now, take the rest of your clothes off and lie back.”

Jisung obeys, discarding his remaining clothes and falling into Minho’s sheets. Minho takes his left wrist in his hand and places a kiss over his pulse. “Color?”

“Green.” Jisung looks at him with a dazed expression. His dick twitches in anticipation. He’s eager to see Jisung bound and whining for him. 

“I’m going to put the cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Then I’m going to pull the restraints tight to restrict your movement. Once you are bound and at my mercy, I’m going to ride your cock until I get off. Maybe I’ll let you get off too, if you’re good for me.” Minho intends to make Jisung come, but his words are part of establishing his dominance in the scene. He’s the one who’s using Jisung, reducing him to a toy for his pleasure. Jisung seems to be predictably enjoying the submissive role as he diligently follows orders. 

Jisung whimpers and Minho brings the first cuff to his wrist. Jisung lets him without resistance, completely giving up control, it makes heat radiate through Minho’s body and collect in his groin. After he’s attached each cuff to Jisung’s limbs he looks up to meet the younger man’s eyes. 

“Color?” Minho checks in with him. 

“Green.” Jisung rasps. 

Minho continues his narration as he secures the cuffs. “Many submissives enjoy the process of being restrained. It helps them get into subspace. That’s part of the reason Shibari is so popular; the process of tying the knots is erotic. We can try it sometime if you’re interested.”

Minho pulls the restraints tight and Jisung gasps as his limbs are pulled taut against the bed. His cock is fully hard where it lays against his stomach. Minho retrieves lube from his bedside table. Jisung looks divine with his cheeks flushed, limbs spread out, and bound for him. 

He pours lube into his palm and teasingly strokes the man bound beneath him. Jisung attempts to lift his hips in order to buck up into Minho's hand. He doesn't have much leverage with his limbs restrained. Minho holds his hips down against the bed. “Stay still.” He growls.

Jusung readily obeys. “S-sorry, hyung.”

“You're going to be sorry.” Minho pulls away. “You're going to sit and watch hyung stretch his hole open, then hyung is going to use your pretty cock to get off. You don't get to come unless I tell you to, understand?"

Jisung swallows "Yes, hyung.”

Minho turns around so his ass is in the air facing the submissive. He takes his time stretching himself with his fingers. Once he's able to slide three fingers inside, he almost forgets himself, moaning loudly when he rubs at his own prostate. Jisung mewls behind him and he turns to find the younger man staring with rapt attention.

Jisung’s cock drools onto his stomach; he's helplessly bound and unable to do anything about it.

Minho laughs at his desperation. “Hush. You’re only a sweet little toy for hyung.”

Jisung looks pitiful as his lower lip wobbles. Minho mocks him. “Aw, gonna cry princess?”

He starts to stroke Jisung a few more times before he crawls over him to position himself to ride Jisung’s dick. He teases Jisung, rubbing the head of his cock against his rim until he grows impatient and lowers himself onto Jisung’s cock. 

His body readily accepts him and Minho sinks down until he's sitting on Jisung's hips. Minho's hands grip Jisung’s waist as he rocks his hips forward and he feels Jisung stretching him open. Jisung’s waist is so tiny he can almost get both hands completely around him; it’s insanely erotic the way he can maneuver Jisung however he likes, fucking himself on Jisung and holding him in place. Minho shifts up, lifting himself so Jisung’s cock slips all the way out before pressing all the way back down. 

The pace he sets is tortuously slow and Jisung makes the prettiest sounds of pleasure as Minho rolls his hips. He doesn't protest Minho’s pace or his denied desire to touch. Minho eventually has mercy on him and picks up the pace. He practically bounces on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, your cock feels so good. That's all you're good for, princess, just being hyung’s little toy.”

“Yes, hyung, yours to use.”

Minho groans. “I know, princess. You’re made just for hyung’s pleasure. What if I told you that you couldn't come, put a cock ring on you, and used you to get off all night? Let your cock get red and overstimulated until you're desperate to come?”

Jisung cries in full force now. Fat tears roll down his cheeks. “Just want to make hyung happy. You can have me a-and I'll say thank you.”

Minho feels high on his willing submission and desire to be good . All of his senses are heightened and his heart beats wildly in his chest. Minho falls back to dig his nails into Jisung’s thighs as his hips speed up. He relentlessly nails his prostate and the motion causes his cock to bounce against Jisung’s stomach. 

Jisung whimpers helplessly as he grips his wrist restraints. “Thank you, hyung.”

Minho throws his head back. His thighs are starting to burn but he doesn't slow his movements.

A manic laugh escapes his mouth. “Do you like being used, baby?”

“Need it. Need to be good for hyung.”

“You are, Sungie. So fucking good for me. Look at me.” He commands, taking hold of Jisung’s face again. His fingers dig into Jisung’s plush cheeks.

Jisung meets his eyes with a hazy expression. Minho feels himself getting closer to the edge.

“You're doing so well, so fucking beautiful." Minho slurs; he pushes his fingers past Jisung’s parted lips and the younger graciously accepts them. He wraps his tongue around the digits, sucking on them and causing lewd sounds to fill the room.

Minho comes for what feels like an eternity, clenching tight around Jisung’s cock buried deep inside him. He shoots sticky ropes of come over Jisung’s stomach. 

As he comes down from his high, he nearly collapses on top of the smaller man. His thigh muscles ache from exertion and exhaustion. He blinks down at Jisung to discover his body trembling and eyes leaking. Minho’s post orgasm brain slowly realizes that he hadn't given Jisung permission to come. 

The younger struggles to suppress his own orgasm, but he’s determined to obey Minho’s order. If Minho hadn't just come, it would have been enough to get him hard again. 

Minho rocks his hips forward and the sensation is overwhelming and slightly painful from overstimulation. He ignores it, in favor of torturing Jisung, who's eyes roll back in his head.

“Please!” He cries out. Minho giggles despite himself.

“Ok, princess, you can come. Go ahead, come inside hyung, my good boy.”

Jisung screams with pleasure as Minho continues to bounce on his cock. He feels Jisung coming inside, as ordered, after a few more strokes. Minho's spent cock twitches weakly at the sensation of being filled with Jisung's come.

Minho surrenders to his body and collapses, falling beside Jisung in order to avoid laying in his own drying come. Minho eventually comes to his senses when he hears Jisung sniffling beside him. “Shh, you did so well, sweetheart.”

Minho slowly removes each cuff. Jisung blinks away tears as Minho pulls the smaller man into his arms, tacky jizz be damned. He gently pets Jisung’s hair and whispers reassurances until he stops trembling and goes lax in his arms.

Minho cleans them up, wiping come off Jisung’s abdomen and spreading his own thighs to wipe the come that leaks from his hole. Minho disposes of the soiled washcloth and returns to Jisung’s side. He wraps his arms around the younger and pulls him backward so that his back is flush against Minho's chest. Their naked skin on skin contact feels euphoric. Jisung stays silent in his arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” Minho asks, raking his fingers through Jisung’s hair and pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face.

Jisung sighs and nods. “Yeah, of course, hyung. Just, that was really intense.”

Minho hums in acknowledgment. “We should have talked about it more beforehand, I'm sorry. You did so good though. Hyung's proud.”

Jisung closes his eyes and smiles weakly. “I meant it when I said I just want to be good for you.” Jisung snuggles impossibly closer.

“You are. You're perfect for me, princess. Just rest now, ok? You can sleep here.”  Minho soothes. Jisung’s breathing deepens and slows as he drifts off to sleep. Minho observes him fondly, eyes tracing the planes of his face and admiring the shadows his eyelashes cast on his cheeks.

He kisses Jisung's hair and keeps their bodies curled together.

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Waking up next to Jisung is a feeling that Minho will never get used to. As he sleeps, Jisung looks so soft and pretty; his lips are parted slightly and his face is completely relaxed. His hair, rumpled from sleep, fans out over Minho’s pillow. He wants to wake him with a kiss pressed against his lovely, heart-shaped lips. He resists this desire in favor of extracting himself from Jisung’s limbs so he can relieve his bladder. 

He startles when he returns to his room to find Jisung scrambling to collect his clothes. Minho raises an eyebrow at him questioningly. 

“I don’t have work but I promised Hyunjin I would meet him for lunch and I was supposed to be there 30 minutes ago.” He rushes over to kiss Minho on the cheek. “Want to meet up later? I’ll text you.”

Jisung hardly waits for him to nod before he’s scurrying out of Minho’s apartment. Minho blinks stupidly at the front door, wondering what just happened. 

Minho’s day feels surprisingly dull and empty without Jisung. The younger man fills any room he’s in with playful energy; he’s made of pure, undiluted sunshine. Not unlike Felix, the two of them would be too powerful if they teamed up against him. 

Minho is annoyed to find his thoughts continuously drifting back to Jisung as he works on some homework assignments. 

Thankfully, Yeonjun interrupts his introspection. 

Yeonjun:

Meet up to work on choreo? 

Me:

Sure. Head over now?

Yeonjun:

👍🏻

The two of them are quick to rework the moves, centering Minho in place of Momo and adjusting the placement of the other dancers. They keep most of the movements the same, only changing the arrangement based on the abilities of their dancers. They take a water break and Minho checks his phone to find a new message from Jisung. 

Han Jisung:

Are you available to get measured for a suit this evening?

Me:

Sure. I’m at the dance studio now. I’ll need to walk home and shower first. 

Han Jisung:

I’ll pick you up. Send the address. 

Me: 

Ok. Address . 

Minho doesn’t notice Jisung entering the dance hall. When he and Yeonjun finish their final run through, he’s surprised to discover Jisung watching them with wide eyes.  Minho winks at him for good measure. Yeonjun stares at Jisung with a confused expression before stepping closer. 

“Hello, gorgeous, I’ve never seen you here before.” Yeonjun flirts. Minho resists the urge to snap at him and explain that Jisung is his . 

“This is Jisung. He’s here for me, Junie.” Minho places a hand on Jisung’s lower back. 

“Y-you guys are amazing!” Jisung’s eyes are filled with stars as he stares up at Minho. He’s oblivious to Yeonjun’s flirting. Having Jisung’s undivided attention fills him with euphoric, possessive satisfaction. 

Minho and Yeonjun exchange a look before laughing softly at his praise. 

“Thank you.” Yeonjun says. Jisung turns to him, finally realizing he’s been talking to him. “You should see the routine with the rest of the team.” 

Yeonjun pauses before his mouth turns up in a wicked grin. “Let me know if it doesn’t work out with Minho. I’d love to take you out sometime.”

Minho grips Yeonjun’s shoulder harder than strictly necessary. “Ok, goodbye, Yeonjun.” He pushes his teammate toward the door. 

Jisung’s face turns a flattering shade of red. The knowledge that another man made Jisung blush makes Minho’s stomach clench uncomfortably. “Ignore him, he’s a notorious flirt.” 

“I missed you.” Jisung bites his bottom lip and his eyes drop to Minho’s lips. 

When he looks at Minho like that, it’s impossible for him to repress his desire to lean down to kiss him on the mouth. He intends to keep their kiss chaste but the moment he feels Jisung’s pillowy bottom lips against his, all rational thought ceases. He drags his tongue along the seam of his bottom lip and relishes in the way Jisung opens his mouth for Minho to continue. 

Sweat soaked and sore from dancing, Minho eventually pulls back. He feels breathless when he catches the way Jisung’s lips stay parted and his eyes flutter open. 

“Come on, let me go shower so we can go to get measured.” He doesn’t question the necessity of being measured for a suit, expecting Jisung to explain shortly. 

Jisung patiently waits for him to shower and get dressed. It isn’t until they’re in the car on the way to the menswear shop that Minho inquires about the reason for their visit. 

Jisung fidgets and avoids looking at him as he answers. “Well, there’s a company banquet next week and I was hoping you’d go with me.”

Minho nods. “Ok.” It’s not surprising that Jisung would like company, but Minho feels warm knowing that Jisung wants him to be his date. 

“Not like, um, romantically! Just as friends, I guess. It’s just that these kinds of things really stress me out and I need moral support.” He laughs awkwardly. 

So, not a date. Minho corrects himself, feeling deflated. “I agreed to come with you, Sung.”

“Ah, right. Sorry, I’m nervous.” Jisung doesn’t elaborate further as they pull into a parking space. 

They enter an expensive looking menswear shop called Tux. The older man behind the counter greets Jisung with a familiar embrace. “Ah, Mr. Han! I haven’t seen you in a while! Who is this handsome gentleman you brought along?”

Jisung sputters in embarrassment. Minho grins at the friendly employee. “Lee Minho, nice to meet you.”

He puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder. “Let's get you measured, Mr. Lee.”

Jisung sits and watches as Mr. Choi, as Jisung called him, measures Minho for his suit. He hums over the measurements, talking to himself, before disappearing and returning with a suit for Minho to try on. He doesn’t give Minho a chance to decline before ushering him into a changing room. 

The button up silk shirt felt nice against his skin as he slid it on. Next, he pulls on the jacket; it is obviously of good quality. The waist tapers elegantly and he feels more stylish and affluent while wearing it. The pants sit higher on his hips, making him appear taller. 

He steps out to find Mr. Choi playfully teasing an increasingly flustered Jisung. He clears his throat and they both turn to him. Mr. Choi offers him a jovial smile and Jisung just stares at him with his mouth agape. 

The younger’s eyes follow the lines of the suit. He seems to enjoy Minho in expensive clothes. Minho makes a mental note to rile Jisung up while wearing a suit.

“Ah, I have something for you too, Mr. Han.”

Jisung shakes his head and whines in contempt. “No, adjussi, don’t embarrass me!”

“Come on, Jisungie. You should try it on. I did.” Minho says, full of mirth as he gestures to his outfit.

Jisung pouts. “Fine, but you can’t make fun of me!”

Why would I? Minho thinks. He’s confused until Jisung steps out from the changing room in a floor length, glossy black gown. The dress is simple but devastating as it cinches at the narrowest part of his waist. A slit in the silken fabric runs high enough to expose a delicious strip of his leg. Every part of Jisung that takes Minho’s breath away is accentuated. He has a hard time processing the man in front of him. 

Mr. Choi laughs heartily as though he planned this dress specifically to make Minho insane. 

“Well, boys, you’re free to go. You don’t have to wear this number to the banquet. Though, I thought it might suit you. I was correct, just as I was with Mr. Lee’s outfit.”

“I’ll include several suits for you to choose from Mr. Lee, please stop by in two days to pick them up.”

Minho nods and watches Jisung return to the changing room. He still feels jarred and unfocused as they thank Mr. Choi and return to the car. 

Minho slides into the passenger seat and looks at Jisung who hasn’t started the car yet. Jisung takes a deep, steading breath next to him. 

“My ex is going to be there with her husband.”

Minho is momentarily confused by the lack of context. “What?”

“Sorry, at the banquet. She cheated on me… then she married the guy. The husband.”

“Oh.” Minho says because he needs to process what Jisung has just told him. White hot fury expands in his chest when he thinks about someone hurting Jisung the way he indifferently described. “She sounds like the worst.”

Jisung laughs at his response. “Yeah, exactly. I just need someone beside me.”

Minho took his hand, threading their fingers together. “I’d be happy to stand beside you any day.” He sounds ridiculous. He’s never said anything so cheesy, so romantic, to anyone. 

Jisung squeezes his hand before he drops it to start the car. 

After their awkwardly intimate conversation, the drive to Minho’s apartment is uncharacteristically quiet. Jisung walks him to the front door. They stand together silently at the door, eyes locked together. 

Afraid to ruin the moment, Minho doesn’t say anything before he kisses Jisung with the force of all his pent up desire simmering under his skin. Something warm and overwhelming grows in his gut and spreads through his lungs. 

He remembers Yeonjun’s hungry eyes on Jisung. A perverse possessiveness motivates him to tilt Jisung’s head to the side to suck on a previously bruised patch of skin beneath his ear. Jisung whines and clings to him. Minho meets his lips again and presses his thumb into the red mark on his neck. He wants to keep Jisung’s neck marked by his lips and teeth. 

He breaks away to take a deep breath to gather himself. “Good night, Jagi.” 

Chapter Text

Asking Minho to go to a company event with him seems dangerous. The last thing he needs is someone going to his father and outing him. He had not intended to ask Minho to accompany him, but was convinced over lunch with Hyunjin. Jisung curses Hyunjin for being so persuasive. His decision was solely influenced by Hyunjin’s insistence and not at all related to his own desire to have Minho beside him. 

Jisung recalls their previous conversation that led him to ask Minho to attend the banquet. 

Jisung rushed to meet Hyunjin at their favorite cafe. He found his friend sipping an iced Americano and idly scrolling through his phone. 

“Oh, nice of you to make an appearance, Jisung.” He flicked his gaze at Jisung over his phone with contempt. 

“I know I’m late. I was… preoccupied.”

Hyunjin hummed. “With Minho?”

Jisung sighed in defeat. “Yeah.”

Hyunjin gave him puppy eyes. Jisung didn’t want to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of being right about his feelings for Minho. “Don’t look at me like that! Yes, ok, you were right. I like him. I really fucking like him.”

“Why does that distress you? I don’t understand.”

“I can’t fall for him, Hyunjin! My father–”

Hyunjin cut him off. “Is your father the person you’re going to sleep next to at night?”

Jisung groaned. “Point taken. It’s just… Minho is a man.”

Hyunjin blinked at him. “I’m glad you noticed, Jisung. Very astute.” He said sarcastically. 

Jisung frowned. “Jinnie, c’mon, you think appa is going to be cool with that? I mean I’ve never told him that I’m… not straight.”

“He may not be pleased, Jisung, but it’s your life. You have to do what makes you happy.”

Jisung cringed at his friend’s honesty. Hyunjin was right; Jisung knew he probably was not going to fall madly in love with one of the blind dates his parents arranged. Half of the young women weren’t interested in being there with him either. In contrast, the other half came on too strong, falling all over him, with the hope of securing a rich husband. 

He didn’t tell Hyunjin that Minho wasn’t only a man, but also an exotic dancer, and how his parents would view that as an unacceptable profession for his partner. He could imagine exactly how that conversation would play out. His eomma would probably faint at the dinner table. Jisung groaned and pushed his fingers through his unkempt hair. 

Hyunjin gave him a pitying look. “Sorry Sung, I know it’s not easy.” Hyunjin’s parents were very supportive when he came out; Hyunjin’s gayness was a surprise to absolutely no one. 

Changbin’s parents were less accepting. Initially, his father was very upset about his son’s bisexuality. He didn’t understand why Changbin couldn’t just ignore his attraction to men and find a nice wife, but he came around. Binnie’s parents adored Hyunjin. Changbin joked that they love Hyunjin more than they love him. 

Jisung chugged the rest of his water to avoid responding to Hyunjin. 

“So, are you going with one of your parent-approved suitors to the banquet next week?” Hyunjin asked casually, as though he wasn’t dropping a bomb on Jisung. 

He was grateful he already swallowed because he would have choked otherwise. He forgot about the banquet. “Shit, I forgot. I don’t think appa remembered either. He’s going to be out of the country on business. Guess I’m off the hook. I’ll probably spend the evening getting drunk on free booze.”

Hyunjin placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna need it. Daeun will be there.”

Jisung went from mildly annoyed to rapidly approaching a panic attack. “Shit!”

Hyunjin winced at his reaction. “I know. And she’s bringing her newly acquired husband.”

Jisung flinched. “Oh.” His voice sounded small, even to his own ears. 

Hyunjin frowned at him, “If you want, I can ask Bin to kick his ass.”

The comment startled a laugh out of Jisung. “No, I don’t think the other banquet guests would appreciate a fist fight at a black tie event.”

Hyunjin shrugged. “Maybe not, but it would be sexy to see hyung punch his stupid, smug face.”

Hyunjin looked so unbearably in love whenever he talked about Changbin. Jisung loved his best friends so much and he giggled at the prospect of Changbin starting a fight in a designer suit. The pair broke into a fit of laughter.

“You could always ask Minho to beat him up for you. He’s clearly very possessive of you.” He gestured to the marks on Jisung’s neck. 

Jisung blushed furiously. “I… no, it’s not like that…” Jisung stumbled over his words. 

“It’s not like that, huh? You stay the night at his apartment and you show up late for lunch covered in bite marks. I think it’s exactly like that, Sungie.” He paused and then smiled mischievously. “You should invite Minho-ssi to the banquet!”

Jisung shook his head as soon as Minho’s name fell from Hyunjin’s mouth. “No! Not a chance in hell!”

This was the moment Changbin chose to enter the cafe and interrupted Jisung’s protests.

“There you are, babe! I was looking for you.” Changbin kissed Hyunjin’s cheek and sat down to join them. 

Hyunjin gave him an eye-crinkling smile. “Binnie!” He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

Jisung almost felt grateful for Changbin’s intrusion, until he looked over at Jisung and asked, “Why do you look like you’re gonna puke?”

Hyunjin answered for him. “Ah, I was just telling him he should invite Minho-ssi to the banquet next week.”

Changbin’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Jisung is too scared to bring his boytoy around. He’s afraid I’ll steal him.”

You can’t afford him, Jisung thought. He rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we’re dating and that definitely sounds like a date.”

Hyunjin cut in again, “It wasn’t a date when you spent the night and following morning with him?”

Jisung wished the ground would swallow him whole and spare him from having this conversation with Hyunjin again. The expression on his face must have discouraged Hyunjin because he responded immediately.

“I know, I know! You’re not dating, but you want to be dating him. It won’t hurt to ask. You might even enjoy a work event.”

Jisung should have kept arguing but he’s tired of pretending like Minho’s presence wouldn’t be comforting to him. He sighed in defeat. “I may actually agree with you, Jinnie. We can go as friends and I won’t spend the entire night being stressed about Daeun.”

Changbin bristled. “Why is she showing her face anyway? She should be the one worried about running into you. She’s such a bitch. Say the word Sungie and I’ll kick her and her husband’s asses.”

Hyunjin swooned. Jisung made a noise of affectionate exasperation. “Alright, let's avoid causing a scene.”

Hyunjin clapped his hands animatedly. “I’m so excited to meet the infamous Lee Minho.”

Anxiety curled in his gut like a fist squeezing his stomach. He knew asking Minho was a bad idea, but he wanted to ask him anyway.  

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Jisung sees Minho again before the banquet the following week. Minho invited him over to his place for dinner and Jisung wants to arrange a surprise for him. Hyunjin, the King of Bad Ideas, encourages him to follow through on a half-baked fantasy that had been brewing in the back of his mind since he witnessed Minho’s reaction to him wearing the black dress in Tux. An idea that should have remained in the recesses of Jisung’s mind. 

Jisung vows never to take Hyunjin’s advice after this. He wouldn’t have the courage to go through with his plan without Hyunjin gassing him up, helping pick out an outfit, and doing his makeup. 

Of course Jisung went along with it! He likes to feel pretty. He also likes the way Minho’s eyes linger on his narrow waist and slim thighs. Jisung feels intoxicated by Minho’s lustful gaze. He asks Hyunjin to help him pick out a ‘traditionally feminine’ outfit. 

Hyunjin suggests a high waisted, pleated black skirt paired with a long sleeve, baby pink top. Jisung can’t deny that he looks good in the outfit. 

Jisung’s addition to the fit is a pair of black thigh high socks. The socks make his legs look longer and more slender than usual. His new skirt hugs his waist, but flares out to swoosh against the strip of exposed thigh skin left uncovered by his socks. 

When Hyunjin is finished, his makeup makes him appear soft and pretty. He applies a base of pale pink shimmer and blends it out with warm brown eyeshadow. Jisung’s eyelashes look ridiculously long coated in lengthening mascara. Hyunjin paints his lips with a sticky, sweet smelling gloss and dusts pink blush over his cheeks and nose.

Lastly, he adorns Jisung’s parted hair with plastic pink clips. He admires himself in the mirror, his cheeks feeling warm as his eyes follow the curve where his wide shoulders taper off to his small waist. He fights the urge to grin at himself as he imagines how Minho will react to his outfit.

By the time Jisung arrives at Minho’s apartment, he’s already nervous, toying with the ends of his sleeves. His fear is instantly erased when Minho answers the door and promptly freezes in the doorway. His face looks comically baffled and he blinks several times in Jisung’s direction. Minho stands there, unable to take his eyes off Jisung’s waist. 

Jisung, ever the dramatic, swishes his skirt. “Do I look pretty, oppa?”

Minho’s face remains blank as he meets Jisung’s eyes. Jisung giggles at him. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Minho clears his throat and nods. “Come in.” 

He steps to the side to usher him inside, extending his arm to place a guiding hand on his lower back. Jisung feels validated in his correct prediction of Minho’s reaction. 

“Jisung, where did you get this outfit?”

“I bought it for you, oppa.” Jisung says, making his voice overly sweet.

Minho groans lowly in the back of his throat. He doesn’t hesitate to grab Jisung by the waist with both hands to pull him closer. “So pretty for me, princess.”

Jisung blushes as he lets himself be manhandled. 

“Are you trying to rile me up, baby? Dressing up for oppa?”

Jisung bites his bottom lip. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” Minho sounds incredulous. “I never want to see you in anything else.”

Jisung melts into his embrace. He noses along Minho’s neck, inhaling the scent. Minho raises a hand to stroke Jisung’s hair. 

Minho breaks away to sit on the couch and draws Jisung into his lap. Jisung settles on top of him, knees on either side of Minho’s thighs. His skirt rides up and exposes even more of his thighs. Minho’s hands smooth over the silky fabric of his socks. His fingers trace over the area where the socks meet the bare skin of his thighs. His hands trail higher until his fingers are beneath his skirt entirely. It doesn’t take much for Jisung to whimper and ask for more. Minho laughs at his eagerness. “So impatient, baby, let me admire you.”

Jisung shifts his hips and buries his face in the crook between Minho’s neck and shoulder. His skirt is embarrassingly tented already from where his dick has gotten excited. Minho grips his erection through the flimsy material of the skirt. Jisung nearly wails at the sensation. “So pretty, angel. Will you let oppa fuck you in the your skirt and socks?”

Jisung chews on his bottom lip. “Yes, oppa, just for you.”

Minho’s hands continue to stroke the sensitive skin of his thighs, until he reaches Jisung’s panties. The lacy panties were another calculated surprise for the man beneath him. Minho locks eyes with him. His gaze is predatory like he wants to swallow Jisung whole. They don’t speak, both of them suspended in the heat of the moment. 

Minho’s fingers trace over where the panties meet his hips. “Jisung, I want to edge you in these panties until you make a mess, soaked through for oppa. You always get so wet for me.”

Jisung whines and rocks his hips forward, seeking friction. Minho’s eyes are cold as his grip on Jisung becomes bruising. “You’ll have to be patient. I don’t know if you can behave long enough for that.” Minho tsks in disappointment, knowing Jisung never turns down a challenge. 

“I can be good, oppa! Promise!” 

Minho sighs, “We’ll see.”

He doesn’t give Jisung an opportunity to respond before he flips their positions, lying Jisung flat on the couch to hover over him. Jisung spreads his legs easily and lets Minho push his skirt up to admire the way his flushed dick stretches against its lacy confines. Minho leans back and licks his lips. “I’ll be right back, princess.”

He swiftly returns with a pink wand vibrator and a bottle of lube. Jisung eyes the wand with confusion. “You’re going to use that on me?”

Minho grins wickedly. “You just worry about looking pretty for oppa.”

He turns the vibrator to the lowest setting and places it on Jisung over his panties. His cock, already leaking in anticipation, twitches at the sensation. Jisung does his best not to act depraved in a desperate attempt to show Minho he can be patient. The low vibrations almost tickle where the blunt head of the wand is placed against the spot where his cock meets his balls. The vibrations travel up his shaft. Jisung shivers and looks up to find Minho staring down at him. Minho’s eyes are dark and predatory. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” 

He leans down to run his tongue over the head of his cock over his panties. His warm breath sends a spike of pleasure up his spine. He struggles to keep Minho’s gaze as he moves the vibrator up to his frenulum and increases the vibration intensity. Jisung arches his back, his head falling back against the couch, and his eyes squeezing shut. Minho removes the vibrator and drags his nails sharply over the pretty skin of his thighs. 

Jisung’s eyes fly open at the pain caused by the scratches; it breaks him out of his dazed reverie. Jisung’s eyes travel first to the red scratch marks over his thighs and then he lifts his gaze to meet his oppa’s eyes. He shudders under the intensity of Minho’s stare as he looks down at him. “I thought I told you not to take your eyes off me.”

The desire to let Minho ruin him entirely strikes him to his core. He imagines himself covered in marks from Minho; his delicate looking skin decorated with scratches, bruises, and bite marks. 

“I’m s-sorry, oppa! Jisungie will do better. Just, please, I want you to mark me.”

Minho raises an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, baby, oppa can mark you. Is that what you want?”

Jisung nods frantically. The need to hide his desperation vanished. 

“Are you going to be good, Jisungie? Only good babies get marks from oppa.”

Jisung tears up at the thought of not being good for Minho. “Oppa, please! Promise to be good!”

Minho kneels between his legs, placing the vibrator on the crown of his dick as he mouths along Jisung’s thighs. Minho sucks and bites down on Jisung’s thighs to create a series of marks. 

Jisung tries to be patient, he really does, but it feels so good and the view of Minho between his thighs, marking him, is hurtling him closer to his orgasm. Evidently, they’ve slept together enough times for Minho to determine when Jisung is close. He pulls away again, removes the vibrator, and admires his work on Jisung’s battered thighs. Jisung grumbles in protest at the loss of sensation. A wet spot has already formed in his panties. He’s leaking precum steadily under Minho’s teasing. Jisung wants to complain, he wants to ask Minho to touch him, but he promised to be patient. He stays silent despite his painful, weeping erection. 

Minho is pleased by his suffering. He pushes Jisung’s shirt up so it bunches above his chest and exposes it. Jisung tries desperately to push his legs together while Minho is distracted. Minho’s strong hands grip his thighs and force them apart. 

They’ve just begun, but Jisung knows he looks pitiful with his thighs glowing red with scratches and bite marks. Jisung’s attention snaps back to Minho’s hand on his waist. “Pretty little thing.” Minho whispers as if he’s talking to himself. 

Jisung adores his praise. Minho continues to caress over his stomach and chest, pausing to rub his thumb over Jisung’s nipple. Jisung’s loud wail earns him an evil smile from Minho as he returns the vibrator to Jisung’s shaft. Minho begins his assault on Jisung’s nipples. He relentlessly rolls and pinches the sensitive buds between his fingers. It has the desired effect and Jisung’s eyes roll back into his head. Minho leans down to take his other nipple into his mouth. Plush lips suckle at his nipple and his warm tongue darts out to lick over the sensitive area. He trails his mouth down Jisung’s chest with open mouthed kisses. He bites down hard on Jisung’s pec with the intention of marking him here too. 

Jisung shivers, feeling significantly closer to his release. Minho turns up the vibration intensity again, causing Jisung’s cock to leak another fat bead of precum as though it’s begging for attention. Minho takes his time, almost worshipful in the way he diligently takes Jisung apart. Minho’s mouth continues its descent, placing reverent kisses over the muscles of his abdomen. He stops to suck marks into Jisung’s skin every couple inches. The thorough treatment makes Jisung’s head spin. Minho drags his nails over the taught skin of his stomach, admiring the way his muscles twitch and his skin turns a pretty, flushed color. Jisung moans in earnest, arching his back again. His release builds up in his groin with renewed intensity. The vibrations from the wand radiate through his entire body. 

Minho removes the stimulation again, leaving Jisung panting and confused before he remembers that he’s not allowed to come yet. This is the second time Minho has intentionally withheld his orgasm. He wonders how many times Minho plans to stop him. He doesn’t complain, however, he knows he asked for this. 

Minho begins to suck marks into the dip of his hip bones, biting down hard on the thin skin there. His cock is flushed, wet, and swollen where it rests against his hip just beneath where Minho drags his tongue. Minho mouths him through his soaked panties. Jisung gasps, having temporarily forgotten how good Minho’s mouth feels. 

“Turn around.” Minho commands. His voice is as deep and raspy as it is authoritative.

Jisung scrambles to comply. Minho wastes no time pulling his panties to the side and licking a fat strip over his hole. Minho eats him out with singular determination. His tongue circles the younger’s rim and teasingly pushes past the tight ring of muscles. Minho returns the wand to his frenulum and Jisung nearly collapses. The vibrations travel through the muscles of his rim causing his hole to flutter around Minho’s tongue. The tingling vibration against his balls radiates up his shaft. It feels overwhelmingly good and Jisung can’t conjure a single coherent thought. 

“Minho, I’m gonna…” 

He should have expected his oppa’s response. Yet, it still takes him by surprise when the vibrations cease and Minho’s tongue slips out of his ass. Minho brings his hand down to tightly grip the base of Jisung’s cock and abruptly ends his intensifying tidal wave of pleasure. Jisung cries out and collapses, unable to hold himself up right. Minho laughs at his confused expression. “You’re not allowed to come until I say you can, Sungie.”

Jisung feels disgusting in his wet panties, his cock aching and hypersensitive. Minho hasn’t put the vibrator back on him just yet. Instead, he brings his pointer finger up to smear lube over his hole. He pushes the first digit in slowly and carefully. Minho’s pace is dangerously slow as he opens Jisung, sticking with one finger as he massages Jisung’s walls. He brushes against his prostate, keeping his strokes light in contrast to the way he usually nails the spot relentlessly. Jisung feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s lost all rationality and dignity as he lays there drooling and moaning helplessly. Minho chuckles sadistically at him. “You look pathetic, baby.”

Jisung whimpers in reply, incapable of forming a coherent response. Minho removes his finger and brings his palm down to deliver five hard slaps against his ass. The pain feels like a shock to his system. Minho continues his punishing pace as he spanks Jisung. The sharp pain sends dizzying waves of arousal through his body. 

Jisung sobs from the overwhelming sensations. Minho mocks his cries and his laugh is cruel and cold. “You sound like a desperate whore, Sung.”

Jisung gasps, “Oppa, wait! Yellow!” 

Minho stops immediately, waiting for Jisung to elaborate.  

“G-gonna come if you keep going.”

Minho’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna come from me hitting you, princess?”

Jisung trembles as he nods. His entire body quivers from being so close for so long. His lower lip wobbles. “C-can’t h-help it.”

“Turn over again, baby.” Minho’s strong hands grip his waist and help him turn over. He pushes two fingers inside Jisung and scissors him open with intent. 

“Ready, baby?” Minho asks, spreading lube over his own flushed and leaking cock. He keeps the panties on, to Jisung’s embarrassment, pulling them to the side to ease into him. 

He angles his thrusts to press directly against his sensitive, swollen prostate. Minho has returned to his relentless pace as he continues aiming for Jisung’s prostate with every thrust. His hips snap in a way that is deadly precise and drives Jisung insane.

Jisung doesn’t have the ability to use words; he can only look up at Minho with pleading eyes. Minho looks almost as far gone as the man beneath him. His rhythm stutters as he gets closer to his own release. He reaches forward to hold Jisung’s chin as he rasps out, “come for me, Sungie.”

His words are the only indication he needs to finally let go. 

Jisung’s orgasm wracks through his entire body, the intensity of his pleasure has him seeing stars. He barely registers Minho coming inside him and slowly pulling out as Jisung lies limp and useless on the couch beside him. He’s floating on a cloud, completely detached from reality. He doesn’t notice Minho removing his soiled panties or cleaning him up, but when he comes to his senses he’s wearing Minho’s sweatpants and t-shirt. The elder lies beside him, holding him and softly whispering reassurances against his hair. Jisung blinks, belatedly noticing the tears spilling from his eyes. 

“Minho?” Jisung asks. 

“Hm?” he responds, still gently petting his hair soothingly. 

“I’m hungry.” Jisung breaks the intensity of the moment and they both giggle. 

“Welcome back, jagi.” Minho hums and detangles their limbs so he can head to the kitchen. 

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Jisung works longer hours than usual in the following week. He works overtime in an attempt to find the source of the theft he discovered during his audit. His investigation proves to be a fruitless and tiresome endeavor. 

The worst part of his investigation is that it cuts into his time with Minho. They have not seen each other since the incident with the skirt. However, time apart may have been good for Jisung to calm down. His poor, misguided heart can’t take so much intimacy with a man he cannot have in the way he desires. 

Avoidance is one of Jisung’s most honed crafts. He does his absolute best not to acknowledge his growing romantic attraction to Minho.

Despite his stubborn denial of his feelings for Minho, when the day of the banquet comes, he finds himself unreasonably excited to spend the evening with Minho. He missed spending time with his hyung. 

Jisung wears one of his Armani suits from Mr. Choi. He has been utilizing all his self restraint to avoid fantasizing about Minho in a suit since they walked out of Tux. He is justifiably gobsmacked at the sight of Minho in formal wear. Minho looks sharp and elegant with his hair brushed back. His makeup is minimal but highlights the fullness of his lips and the high slope of his cheekbones. Jisung is painfully aware of the shape of his body beneath his clothes. 

Minho could be on the cover of a high fashion magazine. Everything about him screams expensive and handsome. Jisung forgets how to breathe.

Likewise, Minho’s eyes wander over his body and Jisung feels too warm under his gaze. 

“You look stunning, Mr. Han.” Minho grins, but his eyes are hungry. Jisung worries how they’ll make it through dinner with the overwhelming sexual tension between them.

Remember , Jisung reminds himself, this is about work. 

The valet takes Jisung’s car as they arrive and Jisung offers Minho his arm as they walk into the venue. It’s an estate that is solely rented out for events like these. The lavish property features a large dining room, ballroom, and plenty of space to mingle. The wrap around porch overlooks a wide green field and shimmering lake. 

The dance hall is filled with rich men and women chatting and sipping drinks. Jisung leads them to the bar. The bartender, Wooyoung, is one of Changbin’s good friends. He greets Jisung and Minho with his characteristically charming smile. 

“Mr. Han, the regular?” Wooyoung asks him.

Jisung nods. “Please, Woo, call me Jisung.”

Wooyoung laughs as he makes their drinks. “You never know who’s watching. Gotta keep it profesh.”

Minho snorts at his response and Wooyoung scans over Minho. “Who’s your date Hannie?”

Jisung wants to say that Minho is not his date, that they’re friends, but he doesn’t like the way Wooyoung observes Minho.

“This is Lee Minho, he works in finance.” That was the lie the two of them arranged via text earlier in the week. If anyone asks what Minho’s job is, they’ll say he works in finance. Jisung knows from experience that no one is interested in talking about money management at these types of events. 

“Nice to meet you, Lee Minho. I’m Jung Wooyoung, world class bartender. 

Minho smiles disarmingly at him. “I think I know someone who has you beat in that department.”

Wooyoung raises his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? Are they as hot as you?”

Jisung chokes on his drink. “ Wooyoung .”

Minho shrugs him off. “He is, but I think he has his eye on someone else. As do I.”

Wooyoung laughs good-naturedly as he hands Minho his drink. “Take care of our Jisungie tonight.”

Minho drains his cup and sits the empty glass on the counter. “Oh, I intend to.”

Minho takes his arm as they walk away from the bar. Jisung lets himself be led out the doors to the veranda where he spies Hyunjin and Changbin flirting.

Jisung tilts his head to them. “Smitten best friends located.”

Minho nods. “I’m not surprised we found them out here. It’s much nicer away from the crowd.”

Jisung wishes he could keep Minho outside, all to himself, but he has to mingle at least a little for work purposes.

Jisung finishes his own drink, handing it to one of the waiters taking empty glasses. The veranda has a clear view of the property as it stretches around a small lake. Vines of wisteria and moon flowers climb down the sides of the columns along the house. An urge arose within him to pluck one of the delicate, white flowers and tuck it behind Minho’s ear. 

Lost in his own head, he doesn’t realize Hyunjin has caught sight of him until he hears his friend squeal behind them. 

“Jisungie!” Hyunjin nearly bounces up and down with excitement. 

“Hyunjin-ah.” Jisung responds with his most cautionary smile.

Changbin wraps his arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders as if to soothe his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. 

Jisung turns to Minho who seems pleasantly amused by Hyunjin. “These are my friends, Hyunjin and Changbin.” He introduces them as the rules of social politeness indicate.

“Minho-ssi, I’ve heard so much about you!” Hyunjin says and Jisung wonders if he can drown himself in the lake before Hyunjin says something irreparably humiliating. 

“I have heard a lot about you two as well. The lovestruck best friends.” Minho regards them. “You certainly looked the part just now.” Minho points out and Hyunjin is the one that blushes.

“Jisungie has been so lonely since we started dating. I’m happy he’s had your company .”

“You should make more time for him. Though, I am grateful for your negligence. Your loss is my gain.”

Hyunjin, affronted by Minho’s response, responds quietly. “Sounds like you should be thanking me then.”

Changbin interjects, “Minho-ssi, how did you and Jisung meet? He’s never told us.”

Jisung sweats, they hadn’t prepared for that question. He didn’t think anyone would ask. Thankfully, Minho’s quick wit does not falter. “We met at my job. You see, I work in finance…”

“You can spare me the details. You’re both nerds, got it.” Changbin jokes easily.

Minho allows his teasing. “Yeah, you could say that. I liked him immediately and I’m the type of man who pursues what I want.” His eyes seer into Jisung with a fizzling intensity.

Jisung should not feel a pulse of arousal at the casual dominance with which Minho speaks about him as though he’s someone highly desirable to obtain. 

Hyunjin smiles. “I’m glad you appreciate our Jisungie.”

Minho’s hand around his waist tightens and he smiles back at them. “It was very nice to meet you, gentlemen. If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom. Jisung, can you escort me?”

Jisung is confused because they passed the bathroom coming in, but he still leads Minho to the bathroom door. Minho looks at him incredulously before pulling him inside the single person bathroom. He locks the door before he cages Jisung against the door. His lips crash into Jisung’s.

Jisung remains bewildered as to how they ended up like this, but he’s not going to stop kissing Minho. 

Minho leans away to catch his breath. “I’m sorry, jagiya. You look so handsome; I needed to get you alone for a moment.”

Jisung still does not understand Minho’s desperation nor his possessive hand on Jisung’s waist. Minho trails wet kisses down his neck that make him dizzy.

“Hyung,” he gasps. “We can’t. We have dinner soon.”

Minho pulls away and straightens his suit. “Of course.” He shakes his head as if to clear it. “We shouldn’t leave together. You can leave first and I’ll wait ten minutes before I meet you at the bar.” 

Jisung nods, though he’s still feeling the warm rush of arousal wash over him at Minho’s instructions. 

He finds Wooyoung and Changbin engaged in a lively conversation at the bar. Hyunjin turns to him. “Where is your date?” 

“Bathroom.” Jisung mumbles, still dazed from his kiss with Minho.

“Jisung, that man is whipped for you.” Hyunjin says bluntly.

Jisung blinks. “What?”

“Minho? The guy you’ve been having sex with for the past couple months? He’s definitely into you, bro.” Changbin says, breaking away from his conversation with Wooyoung to support his boyfriend’s claim. 

“Who are you guys talking about?” Wooyoung chimes in. Jisung finds this conversation ridiculous and unnecessary; obviously, Minho doesn’t have feelings for him. It’s part of an act, a farce. 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “He looks at you like he wants to swallow you whole. Please tell me you're not that dense, Jisung.”

“Hyunjin, you don’t understand. Minho…”

Hyunjin cuts him off. “Is it because he’s a dancer? I know he’s not an accountant.”

Jisung’s eyes widen. Changbin steps on Hyunjin’s foot. “We weren’t going to say anything, but Hyunjin recognized him from Minxx.”

Jisung did not consider that his friends would recognize Minho because they were so preoccupied with each other that night. Jisung incorrectly assumed they hadn’t noticed much else. 

“Let's talk about this later.” Jisung hisses. 

Jisung is feeling very attacked right now. He looks over his shoulder to find Minho approaching them and thus is saved from this awkward conversation. 

Moreover, the announcement that dinner will be served in 15 minutes, causes the group to migrate toward the dining hall. Jisung is no stranger to the elaborate, sophisticated dining set up. Servers arranged plates of salad and appetizers for the dinner guests. Minho sits next to him, squeezing his thigh under the table in reassurance. 

Jisung spots Daeun sitting with her husband toward the opposite end of the table. He swiftly avoids her eyes, opting to stare down at his plate. 

Minho hums next to him. “Sung, is there a specific fork I should be using?” His voice is low enough that he must lean closer to Jisung causing his warm breath to fan over Jisung’s ear. 

He’d forgotten that Minho likely had never eaten a meal with so many rules attached. He demonstrates the proper order of utensils discreetly. 

The food is splendid, as expected, and the two of them make polite conversation with the guests seated around them. 

Minho’s hand rests on his knee under the table. The gesture is very much appreciated and the familiar weight of his palm comforts Jisung. 

There isn’t much excitement over dinner and Jisung curses his needless worry over the event. 

Minho seems to be enjoying himself, Daeun hasn’t started any trouble, and Jisung exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

After dinner and dessert, the guests continue to drink and mingle, but the energy is decidedly relaxed. He tells Minho they should make one more lap around the party to say goodbye. Minho excuses himself to actually use the restroom this time. 

Jisung turns and comes face to face with the person he spent the night trying to avoid. Daeun is as gorgeous as he remembers. Her silky black hair is styled so that wispy curls frame her heart-shaped face. Wide, calculating eyes size him up before she offers him a condescending scoff. “Han Jisung, have you been avoiding me?” Her smile drips with venom. 

“I—” he starts but his throat closes around his words. 

Daeun adjusts his tie. “My husband was just telling me that you haven’t had any luck with finding a wife, and here you are with a whore on your arm.”

The air feels heavy and oppressive around him and Jisung looks around for an exit strategy. He does not react to her statement so she continues. “I knew you were gay, Jisung, but honestly? You couldn’t find a reputable man to accompany you? Paying for an escort is above you.”

Minho is not an escort, but she hasn’t completely missed the mark. Jisung stands there, frozen, as his heart pounds in his chest and the room tilts on its axis. 

“He is very pretty. I wonder if your father knows about your date tonight.”

Nausea makes his stomach clench. A familiar hand on his waist startles him. 

Minho’s eyes seethe with poorly contained rage. “Park Daeun. Shouldn’t you be looking after your drunken husband and his wandering eyes.”

The fire in Daeun’s eyes matches Minho’s own. “And you are?”

“That is none of your concern.” Minho takes a leisurely sip of his drink. “I guess it’s true what they say. If they cheat with you, they’ll cheat on you.” He looks over to where Daeun’s husband is dancing with a slender, blonde woman.

Daeun’s collected appearance never falters, but Jisung notices her jaw tense. 

“Your kitten has claws, Jisung.” Daeun casts her scathing glare at Jisung. “I should have expected you’d have your little boyfriend defend you. Does he know how useless you truly are?”

Jisung’s eyes sting and his knees start to tremble. Daeun always relished in reminding him that he wasn’t good enough.  

He remembers her mocking insults. She called him pathetic, weak, and humiliated him in front of his colleagues. 

They were in college when Jisung turned down the offer to be part owner of his father’s company. Daeun thought he was insane to pass up the money that would come along with that position. She wanted the money for herself, of course. His disinterest in running his father’s business coupled with his sexual inexperience and inability to ‘please’ her was enough for Daeun to constantly belittle and degrade him. 

She started a rumor that Jisung was an incompetent lover that still hung over his head with many of his arranged dates.  

Minho’s arm around him is the only thing preventing him from collapsing under the weight of his memories.

Minho’s voice cuts through the fog in his mind. “I can tell you what I do know, Daeun. I know your husband’s business is bankrupt. I know he’s been appraising every woman here since you arrived. Most of all, I know you will never talk to Jisung again, because if you do I’ll tell everyone about how you failed out of your precious ivy league despite the absurdly generous donations from your family.”

The color drains from Daeun’s face and she doesn’t spare them another word before she turns on her heel, huffs, and walks off into the crowd. 

Jisung has no idea how he knew those things about Daeun, but he’s too disoriented to question Minho. 

Jisung sagged into Minho’s arms. “Thank you.” He whispers. The fierce desire to show his gratitude leads him to pull Minho into a deserted bedroom. 

Minho seems surprised and he’s about to question why Jisung tugged him into an empty bedroom. Jisung’s lips are on his the moment he locks the door. Minho indulges him, kissing him fervently against the door. Their embrace parallels their previous kisses that evening. Jisung sinks to his knees. 

Minho looks down at him and sighs. “Baby, not here.”

Jisung shakes his head. He needs Minho now. “Please, hyung. Please. I need you now.”

Minho’s expression looks pained as if Jisung’s request physically hurt him. “Jisung, I don’t think you’re in the right headspace.”

Jisung starts to cry. It’s too much . Everything is too much in his brain and he needs Minho to be in control. He needs to feel like the last time when he was with Minho and his mind was so enticingly empty. He looks up through his eyelashes, tears streak down his face and cling to his chin. “Please.”

Minho’s eyes fill with tears but he’s quick to wipe them away. “Ok. Tell me what you want.”

“I want hyung to fuck my mouth. Be rough with me, please, don’t hold back.”

Minho is quiet for a few seconds. “Jesus Christ, Jisung, you’re going to kill me. I will, if that’s what you really want, but you need to promise me you’ll use your safewords.”

“I promise. I really need it, hyung.” He pulls at Minho’s pants. Minho helps him tug them down. One of his hands goes to hold Jisung’s head and the other holds his cock. He’s already hard and Jisung feels himself slipping away. He opens his mouth, tongue lolling out on instinct. 

Minho swears as he taps the head of his cock against Jisung’s tongue. “So eager. Are you sure you know what you’re asking for, baby?”

Jisung whines and pouts because he’s still waiting for Minho’s cock. He lets himself ease into a submissive mindset. Minho will take care of him; he doesn’t need to worry about anything. He sways on his knees as he feels a sense of staggering euphoria. He feels like he’s drifting through the sky on a cloud, all of his anxiety and fear has vanished. He’s almost detached from himself as he stares up at Minho.

Minho’s fingers thread through his hair, so his grip is secure before he tugs Jisung’s head back. 

Jisung whimpers at the sensation of pain prickling along his scalp. He’s drooling onto his chin from where his tongue is still waiting for Minho’s cock. He knows that he is there, in the moment with Minho, but he almost feels like he’s watching from an outside perspective. 

Minho sighs as though he’s surrendering to Jisung and pushes his cock all the way inside Jisung’s mouth. He doesn’t wait for Jisung to adjust to the intrusion before he thrusts into his mouth. The head of his cock nudges against the back of throat and Jisung exhales a sigh of pleasure. 

“God, fuck, do you know how good you feel? Do you know how good you make hyung feel?”

Jisung’s eyes slip shut and he feels more tears slip from his eyes. The waves of ecstasy crashing through him numb any fear or pain. The only sensation he feels is incomprehensible pleasure. 

Minho groans above him. “Baby, I meant it when I said I liked you immediately. I wanted to make you mine the night I met you.” Minho honors Jisung’s wishes; he’s rough with Jisung as he continues to thrust into his mouth. 

“And the first time I got you off and you asked if you could eat me out, remember baby?”

Jisung whines through his nose as Minho holds him in place. 

“You looked so desperate with your face pressed against hyung’s ass. You’re perfect and you’re all mine. Aren’t you?” Minho asks, gripping Jisung’s jaw. 

Jisung can’t answer with his mouth full and Minho mocks his muffled whimpers. 

Minho pushes harder, his grip is bruising and Jisung hopes the imprint of his fingerprints linger on his jaw. His other hand fisted in Jisung’s hair causes dual prickles of pain and arousal to spread through his body.

Jisung chokes on him several times; his gag reflex is a primal mechanism he hasn’t learned to suppress. He’s too far gone to care about how pathetic he probably looks with drool dripping down his chin and tear tracks down his cheeks as he gags around Minho’s cock. 

Minho moans loudly and his grip tightens as he comes. He coats the back of Jisung’s throat causing him to cough. The entire scene feels far away and dreamlike. He blinks at the tears still in his eyes as he tries to return to Earth. Minho tucks his dick back into his pants and drops to the ground to pull Jisung into his arms. He coos and praises Jisung as he strokes his hair. 

There is an immeasurable amount of time that Jisung remains suspended in his euphoric, detached state. The two of them pressed together on the floor. 

When he returns to himself Minho is still holding him, caressing him, and telling him how good he was for hyung. 

Jisung buries his face in Minho’s neck. “What was that? That feeling?”

Minho sighs, “Well, I can’t tell you for certain but you may have experienced subspace. Did it feel nice, jagi?”

Jisung nods slowly. “Feels strangely light and floaty, but really good.” Jisung pauses before adding, “Do you want to come back to the hotel room with me? The company pays for rooms for the guests that had to travel. There’s always extra rooms.”

Minho smiles, “Sure. I’m not going to turn down a free stay at a luxury hotel.”

Jisung giggles. “It will be so much fun! We can order room service and there’s bottles of champagne in every room.”

Minho giggles along with him, poking his side. “Alright, c’mon, let's get you up.”

Minho helps Jisung to his feet; he’s still unsteady and his legs shake in protest beneath him. Fortunately, Minho keeps his grip around Jisung, holding him securely against his side. 

Jisung’s heart flutters; he never wants the night to end. He wants to spend every night with Minho. 

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Minho holds Jisung’s hand as they stumble into their luxury hotel room for the night. Minho’s limbs are heavy with tiredness after the large quantity of food and drink he consumed. When he falls into the plush, solid white bed sheets, he’s tempted to fall asleep right then. 

Jisung tugs his arm. “No, you can’t sleep yet!”

Minho cracks open one eye. “Why not?”

Jisung pouts and continues to tug at Minho. “I’m not sleepy yet!”

Minho sighs. “I guess I can indulge you.” He reaches for the room service menu. 

Minho scans through the menu, eyes landing on the dessert portion. Jisung loves sweets. “Do you want to order dessert?”

Jisung nods. He calls the front desk and requests one of each of the four desserts. He opens the bottle of champagne that was left for them chilling in a bucket of ice. He pours two flutes of the sparkling, golden liquid.

“So, how did you know all those things about Daeun?” Jisung asks. 

“Well, you mentioned your ex and it didn't take much searching to find her. I mean her husband is your biggest competitor. Surely you knew his business was having trouble?”

Jisung shrugs. “I don’t pay attention to other people's businesses. It’s one of the perks of not being part owner.”

“I think you made the right decision, if it’s any consolation.” Minho says almost shyly. 

Jisung blinks, a surprised expression takes over his face. “Uh, yeah. It’s nice to know that I’m more than just a paycheck. My happiness should be a factor in my career choice.”

Minho’s heart breaks when he thinks of that vile woman convincing Jisung that he’s only good for a check, but then he remembers he’s being paid to spend time with Jisung. His chest aches. “No offense, Sung, but I don’t know what you saw in her.”

Jisung sits next to him, handing him the other flute of champagne. “Honestly, I was a different person when we started dating. When I was younger I was a lot more arrogant, foolhardy. She was the first girl that showed interest in dating me. Of course, I didn’t know at the time she was only interested in my father’s money.”

Minho nods and Jisung continues his story. “Like any abuser, she didn’t start out wretched and cruel. She was really nice and she inflated my already oversized ego. But over time, she started to make comments ridiculing everything I did. Nothing was ever good enough and she made sure I knew it was my fault. My haughty, over the top personality was just a cover for how insecure and terrified I was. Which ultimately led to the failed blow job. I couldn’t get hard because I was so fucking afraid of disappointing her. I didn’t feel sexy or desirable; I just felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. She made sure to tell everyone I couldn’t get it up. It was just another thing I couldn’t do right.”

Minho’s hatred for the woman increases exponentially as he watches the emotions dance across Jisung’s face. Their discussion pauses as room service knocks on the door. Jisung thanks the man, giving him a cash tip as he wheels in a cart loaded with sweets. 

The cart is loaded with desserts, including a tower of macarons in different shades of pastel, fruit tarts dusted in powdered sugar, a chocolate globe with a boat of warm chocolate sauce to pour over top, and a tall slice of cheesecake topped with caramelized hazelnuts. 

“Holy shit. There’s no way we can eat all this.” Minho says with wide eyes. 

Jisung giggles. “You don’t have to eat all of it, hyung.”

Minho wants to argue about food waste but Jisung placates him. “I’ll take the leftover macarons and tarts to work in the morning. My hungover employees will appreciate it.”

Jisung insists on feeding Minho bites of the desserts. Minho obliges because he can’t refuse Jisung. 

“Oh, I meant to tell you that Hyunjin and Changbin might have recognized you from Minxx.”

Minho pauses, he looks surprised. “We should have planned for this. I did not think they would remember me. They were making out for the entirety of my performance.”

Jisung laughs fondly at the memory. He bites his lip when he looks up. “Also, I may have told them we’re having sex.”

Minho hums. “Are you upset they found out?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Nah, they like you.” He pauses, “I didn’t tell them about the arrangement though.”

“Do you want to tell them?”

Jisung shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it right now.”

Minho smiles softly. “It’s alright, Jisung. Whatever you want to do is alright with me.”

Jisung looks at him in disbelief. “You’re so nice to me.”

Minho’s stomach tumbles. “I like being nice to you. You deserve it, princess.” He’s never used the term outside of sex; it feels almost too intimate. 

Jisung’s face glows red and he covers his face. He eats cheesecake in silence for a few minutes until Minho engages Jisung in conversation about what video games he likes. 

They talk about anything and everything as they sit on the comfortable hotel bed. Minho admires him. It doesn’t matter what Jisung is talking about, Minho could listen to him talk for hours. 

“So, have you ever tried being in the opposite role sexually? Like would you ever want to be submissive?” Jisung asks, his cheeks flushed with alcohol. 

Minho coughs. He’s not good at showing vulnerability but Jisung has been so open with him. He concedes. “I had a bad experience with a dom in the past and I’ve never been fond of giving up control.”

A pregnant pause lingers between them. Jisung looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how to form the words. A startling realization smacks Minho in the face. He would let Jisung dom, if that’s what the younger man asked of him. “However, I want you to have every experience, Jisung. If you wanted to try out being a dom, then I would be your submissive for a scene.”

It’s an admission of his feelings for the younger man. There is no one else he trusts enough to be submissive for apart from Jisung. He hopes that he isn’t terribly transparent with his confession. 

“You would?” Jisung asks slowly as though he’s talking to a scared, wild animal. 

“For you? Yes.” Minho sincerely answers. 

Jisung mulls over his words. “Ok, maybe sometime we will. I like being submissive, but I want to know what it feels like on the other side. Plus, I want you to feel as good as I do when I’m all floaty and relaxed.”

Minho smiles. “Not everyone has the same experiences with being submissive or dominant, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Jisung cuddles up to Minho’s side. “I want to make you feel good in every way, hyung.”

Minho runs his fingers through Jisung’s hair. Jisung falls asleep with his head on Minho’s chest. 

Minho watches him sleep. His lips are parted, mouth slightly ajar, and his cheek is squished against Minho’s pec making his cheeks look even more round. 

Minho suddenly and intensely regrets taking money from Jisung. He should be the one paying to spend his nights pressed against Han Jisung. Minho’s heart twinges when he remembers how many people have made Jisung believe he’s not desirable. Minho makes a silent vow to himself that he will never make Jisung feel inferior; he’ll never choose money over Jisung. 

A sinking, warm feeling expands in his chest, fluttering like butterfly wings. His stomach clenches uncomfortably. Minho knows the feelings brewing in his gut are the subject of romantic ballads. He wasn’t supposed to fall for Jisung; this was just going to be harmless fun.

Minho falls asleep with his nose buried in Jisung’s hair. 

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Minho meets Seungmin for dinner the following evening. He told his friend he needed to talk, but he’s fearful of Seungmin’s reaction to the subject of Minho’s crisis. 

Seungmin hands him an expensive looking bottle of whiskey. Minho prepared steak for them. They settle onto the floor to eat in Minho’s living room. Seungmin raises an eyebrow expectantly. “Well?”

Minho groans. “I think I have to end my arrangement with Jisung.”

Seungmin nods. “I agree, hyung, you’re down bad for him. So, you’re planning to ask him out for real?”

Minho’s mouth dries and he coughs. “What?”

Seungmin levels him with a judgemental look. “You’re not seriously considering letting him get away.”

Minho winces. “Seungmin, he’s not openly bisexual. His family doesn’t even know that he’s attracted to men and he’s not interested in coming out. He doesn’t want to date me.”

“He told you that he doesn’t want to date you?”

“Not in so many words, but I know he doesn’t want the professional repercussions of dating a male stripper.”

“You should let him make that decision and he deserves to know how you feel about him so he can choose correctly.”

Minho blushes. “Seungminnie, are you saying you think I’m a catch?”

Seungmin scoffs, his cheeks matching Minho’s. “You know I think you’re a catch.”

Seungmin had an enormous crush on Minho when he started working at Minxx. Seungmin was newly 18 and Minho didn’t want to date a coworker. After Seungmin drunkenly admitted his feelings, the two decided not to pursue a romantic relationship. Instead, they’re best friends that vowed to marry if they’re still single at 40 and professional work husbands.

Minho downs his drink. “I think I’m screwed, Seung.”

Seungmin hums, “He invited you to a work event, he clearly thinks you’re a suitable date.”

“He said we were going as friends.” Minho chews on the inside of his cheek. 

“He blew you at the event.” Seungmin says, like he thinks Minho is an idiot. 

Minho groans again. “That’s not the point.”

Seungmin balks. “That's exactly the point! Hyung, seriously, if this guy is half as smitten as you then it will work out.”

Minho shakes his head. “You haven’t even met him.”

“Invite him to half-priced drink night on Thursday.” Seungmin suggests. Employees get drinks half priced one Thursday per month. Seungmin extends the discount to close friends and family. 

“I don’t know. He didn’t enjoy the club, if you recall.”

Seungmin shrugs. “It’s not as busy on Thursdays and knowing you, you won’t let him out of your sight.”

Minho considers the idea. “Ok, I think I will invite him. I just have to keep him away from Felix.”

Seungmin giggles, “Please, as though Lix sees anyone other than Chan hyung.”

“Have you had any luck convincing him to tell Chris how he feels?”

“Nope.” Seungmin sighs. “Please don’t put me through your not-actually-unrequited love heartache as well.”

Minho huffs a laugh. “It is different for me though. Jisung has a very different life than us. I’m not the kind of person he would date.”

“Maybe you are the kind of person he wants to date, but he doesn’t think he can .”

“If he’s convinced himself it’s not possible, what difference does it make?”

“It matters because if he truly wants a relationship with you then he will make it happen regardless of his family’s opinion”

“And if he doesn’t?” Minho says, still swirling his glass of whiskey. 

“Then you move on, but either way, you need to end the arrangement.”

Minho nods slowly. “Right.” A lump forms in his throat.

Seungmin’s brow furrows in thought. “Bring him to meet us on Thursday and I’ll see if I can get a read on him. You know I’m never wrong about these things.”

Minho smirks at him. “Except Innie.”

Seungmin lets out a long suffering sigh. “I just, after what happened with you, I don’t know. I want to be Jeongin’s friend before I try to pursue a romantic relationship.”

Minho leans his head onto Seungmin’s shoulder. “When did you get so wise, huh? You’re not my little baby Seungminnie anymore?”

Seungmin kisses the top of his head. “When did you get so sentimental?”

Minho recognizes that loving Jisung made him soft.

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When Monday comes again, he gathers the courage to call Minju to apologize. Minju is an angel, only worried about how Minho was dealing with everything. Minho breaks down and cries about how busy he is with work and school. He cries about his eomma. He even tells Minju about a boy he’s been seeing. Minju is kind and patient with him. She always knows what to say. 

Minju insists he call his eomma. He finally calls his mother and gets an earful about how worried she was. Minho profusely apologizes and she tells him she’s happy they’re talking now. The pair stay on the phone for hours talking. His eomma tells him about how she got the phone number of a handsome doctor at the rehab facility where she will be doing physical therapy for her hip. Minho playfully chastises her. She asks him if he has anyone special and Minho whines. “Yah, eomma!”

“Ok, ok. You’re too busy for boyfriends.” She hums. 

Minho bites his lip. He already told Minju about Jisung. “Actually, there is someone…” 

Is he really going to talk to his mother about Jisung? He asks himself. 

He relents and gushes about Jisung like a teenager with a crush. “His name is Jisung. He’s really sweet and handsome. He’s a workaholic though. I can’t pry him away from the office.”

“Sweetheart, don’t you know how to keep a man? You keep him well fed and well fucked.”

“Eomma!” Minho says, scandalized. 

His eomma laughs at his shocked silence. Minho clears his throat. “I really like him, eomma.”

She’s quiet then. “I’m happy for you, son.”

Minho sighs. “We’re not official or anything.” He pointedly does not share the details of their relationship. 

“Well, why not? You need to make him yours before someone else notices your handsome friend.”

“Yeah. I’m just… nervous? That he won’t want the same thing with me.”

“You can’t be afraid to take risks in love. You’ll never know if you don’t try. I expect you to call and update me, hm?”

Minho smiles softly to himself. “Of course, eomma.”

“Good. Love you, son. I have to go. Dr. Handsome will be here soon.”

Minho giggles. “Love you too. Bye Eomma.”

He rides the surge of confidence from his conversation with his eomma to open his messages with Jisung. 

He invites Jisung and his friends to the club for half priced drinks. Surprisingly, Jisung texts back quickly to confirm that the trio would be available on Thursday night. 

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The next few days fly by in a flurry of exams and dance practice. He’s simultaneously eager to see Jisung and apprehensive about his friends meeting the younger man. 

Minho’s hands shake slightly when he meets Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin outside Minxx. Jisung looks so dizzyingly attractive that Minho's heart throbs painfully in his chest. He wears a long sleeved crop top with a heart cut out to expose his chest and ripped jeans with fishnets beneath them. The band of his fishnet tights hugs the smallest part of his waist. Minho almost wants to lock him away in his dressing room because he doesn’t want other men to perceive Jisung. He reminds himself that his urge to possess Jisung is irrational.

Jisung’s eyes travel over Minho’s body. Minho wore simple black slacks and a silky purple button up top. He leaves the top three buttons open and he wears silver chains of different lengths. Minho even dusted highlighter over his collar bones. Hyunjin and Changbin wave nervously at him. 

Minho escorts them to a table he reserved. Hyunjin makes his way to the bar to get them drinks. Minho told him to mention his name with Seungmin at the bar.  Separately, he texted his friends not to mention he and Jisung’s arrangement, but he’s not confident in drunk Felix’s ability to keep his mouth shut.

Unfortunately for Minho, Felix promptly spots him. Minho braces for the blonde’s prying questions. 

Felix looks as stunning as he usually does; tonight he’s wearing a white mini skirt and silver mesh top adorned with jewels. His skin is visible beneath the garment and his legs are fully exposed. His lips are painted a glittery pink and his blonde hair extensions fall in tresses down his slim back. 

“So this is Jisung,” Felix scans over his body and smiles slowly. “I think I understand Minho’s infatuation now.” He says mostly to himself. 

“Why are you wasting your time with him, baby? I can show you a good time.” Felix flirts. He leans in to run his petite fingers over Jisung’s chest. Jisung blushes at his advances while Minho simply smiles in Felix’s direction. 

“Hey, Felix, did you know there are 17 places to hide a body within a 50 mile radius?” He asks casually. 

Felix lifts his hand away from Jisung in a gesture of surrender. “Aish, got it, hands off your boy toy.”

Felix quickly returns his attention to Jisung. “So, Jisung-ah, do you have any hot, rich friends?”

His comment startles a laugh from Jisung. Felix turns to look toward an unaccompanied Changbin. Changbin looks fearful as he finds Minho’s eyes like he’s worried Felix may pounce. 

Felix slings an arm around Changbin’s shoulders. He squeezes the shorter man’s bicep and hums low in the back of his throat appreciatively. “I’m Felix. And you are…?”

“Taken.” Hyunjin says abruptly as he materializes with their drinks and looks momentarily murderous as his eyes shoot daggers at the back of Felix’s head. 

Felix turns to look at the newest addition to the group. The atmosphere shifts immediately as their eyes meet. “Hyunjin hyung?!” Felix says and nearly tackles him in a bear hug. 

Changbin looks at Jisung who shrugs and offers him an equally confused expression. Minho is amused now that Felix’s attention has shifted away from Jisung. 

“You two know each other?” Changbin asks, looking to his boyfriend for an explanation. 

Hyunjin blushes and looks away. “We met in one of my art classes. Felix was a model for a live drawing class.”

“A nude model. You know, capturing the beauty of the human form.” He makes a vague hand gesture. “After the class ended Hyunjin hyung asked if I wanted to have dinner and fucked me into his mattress.” Felix grins at him mischievously. “Your boyfriend is hot, Jinnie. I wouldn’t mind joining you two for the night.”

Minho didn’t think it was possible for Hyunjin to look more mortified. Changbin looks mystified. 

He snorts. This is far more entertaining than he imagined it would be. Jisung squeezes his hand and looks at him as though he’s asking Minho to diffuse the tension. 

“Felix, are you working tonight?” Minho asks. 

“I am.” He answers Minho but doesn’t take his eyes off Hyunjin. “Don’t miss me on the stage, ok?” He winks at the stunned couple. 

Changbin blinks stupidly. Hyunjin looks to be in a similar state of disbelief. 

“So, does that mean you don’t want to meet my other coworkers?” Minho jokes. 

Hyunjin tosses his drink back. “We’re going to dance. C’mon Bin.”

He watches the pair disappear into the crowd. Jisung looks back at him. “I’d like to meet your coworkers, hyung.”

Minho grins at him and Jisung returns his smile. Jisung really is the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen. Minho thanks every deity listening that it’s too dark in the club to notice how red his cheeks are. 

They navigate to the bar to find Seungmin mixing drinks. “Ah, two please, Seungminnie.” Minho whistles over the thump of the music. 

Seungmin meets his eyes and then follows his gaze to Jisung. The bartender’s eyes look calculating as he steps closer. 

“Jisung, this is my good friend and work husband, Seungmin.”

Jisung’s eyes narrow. “Nice to meet you, Seungmin-ssi.” 

Seungmin’s sharp eyes don’t miss the way Jisung’s hand tightens around Minho’s waist. “Likewise, Jisung. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things I hope.” Jisung says shyly. 

Seungmin nods slowly. “Minho never stops talking about how cute his Jisungie is.”

Minho clears his throat loudly. Who’s side is he on?

“Seung.” Minho growls his name as a monosyllabic threat. 

Jisung seems pleased however. “Aw, hyung.”

Seungmin seems to have finished assessing Jisung as he slides them their drinks. “Take care of our Lino tonight.”

Minho wants to protest but Jisung seems elated at the request. Minho takes Jisung to the back where the other dancers congregate to gossip and dress. Unfortunately for Minho, all of his coworkers seem to have time to flirt with Jisung. Of course, Jisung blushes and scoffs at their compliments, dismissing them right away. 

Minho knows he can be possessive, but the gnawing irritation under his skin at the sight of half dressed men fawning over Jisung makes his stomach churn with jealousy. Minho downs a few more drinks to numb the uneasy feeling growing in his gut. 

When they return to their table, there are more drinks waiting for them. Minho orders tequila shots for the table. Hyunjin and Changbin are engrossed in their own world, the younger managing to get all four limbs wrapped around his boyfriend. 

Minho did not plan to get this drunk but he’s starting to feel a lot less agitated. The world around him slows as though everything is on a five second delay. The neon lights and booming music blur together. He grips tighter to Jisung’s arm. 

Alcohol dulls his inhibitions and he doesn’t resist the urge to bury his face in the crook of Jisung’s neck and shoulder. He lets his lips ghost over the pretty, unblemished skin. 

Jisung leans away and Minho frowns at him. “No, Jisungie, you smell so good.”

Jisung smirks at him and keeps his hand on Minho’s hip. “You’re drunk.”

Jisung surmises correctly from the way Minho has been clinging onto him. The alcohol makes it easier to surrender to his latent desires. He looks through his eyelashes and presses closer to Jisung. 

The hungry expression on Jisung’s face makes his knees weak; thankfully, he’s holding onto Jisung’s sturdy bicep. Fuck, he’s so hot.  

Minho pouts at Jisung, summoning every ounce of cuteness within him. “Let's go to my dressing room.”

Jisung pulls their bodies flush together with two hands on Minho’s ass. “You’re too drunk, hyung. Let me take you home.”

“Even better.” Minho purrs in his ear. 

Jisung sighs. “You’re not getting laid.”

Minho gasps, affronted. “You are a tease.”

A large genuine laugh spills from his lips causing Jisung to shake with laughter against him. “You’re so cute.”

Minho scoffs in disbelief. “I am not cute! I’m scary.”

Jisung hums contemplatively before disagreeing. “No, you’re a cute little kitty.”

Minho has genuinely never felt this safe with anyone else. His heart knocks against his ribs and the butterfly wings flutter harder. 

He would give Jisung anything, any part of himself. 

Minho slips away to the bar. He drinks two glasses of water and tries to sober up. He wants Jisung to fuck him tonight, so he needs to get sober quickly. Minho watches Jisung dance clumsily without his guidance. Seungmin catches him staring. 

“He likes you back.” Seungmin appears over his shoulder. 

“Fuck! You need to stop sneaking up on people!”

Seungmin snickers. “Trying to sober up?”

Minho pouts. “Seungminnie.”

“Yeah, ok, one Sober Up shot.”

The Sober Up shot is Seungmin’s finest concoction, he doesn’t share the recipe, though Minho suspects it’s mainly cayenne, orange juice, and placebo. 

He throws back the Sober Up shot with a grimace. Seungmin bites down on his lip to keep himself from laughing at Minho’s expression. 

As Minho turns back to the dance floor he finds Jisung dancing with a pretty stranger. The man presses his ass against Jisung’s crotch. His hands reach behind him to wrap his arms around Jisung’s neck. Minho has never been more livid or nauseous at the sight of two people dancing. 

He storms off to pull the man away from Jisung. By the time he pushes through the mob of sweaty bodies, Jisung has already extracted himself from the man’s hold. Minho wraps his arms around Jisung and glares at the attractive stranger until he disappears into the crowd. 

Minho attaches himself to Jisung’s back, trailing kisses down his neck. “Jisung, please. I need you.” Under better circumstances he would cringe at how whiny and desperate he sounds. 

Jisung turns to face him and grips his waist. “Let’s go home.”

Referring to Minho’s apartment as home makes him tremble in Jisung’s arms. “Nooo, I can’t wait that long. I need you to fuck me now.”

Minho presses impossibly closer, his lips brush against Jisung’s ear. “You could fuck me here in front of everyone. You can have me any way you want. Just have me.” 

Something seems to click for Jisung and his hold on Minho tightens. “Are you sure you’re in the right headspace? That’s what you asked me, remember?”

Maybe it’s his love-addled mind, but Jisung checking in with him and reminding him to check in with himself is so attractive. He doesn’t suppress the whimper that escapes him. He doesn’t withhold anything from Jisung, he only slumps further into his hold. 

“Please.” Minho whispers. He’s not sure if Jisung can hear him over the loud music. 

Jisung’s voice is an octave lower in his ear. “I need you to show me where your dressing room is, sweetheart.”

Dazed and buzzing with arousal, Minho leads Jisung back to his dressing room. Minho locks the door behind them before one of Jisung’s hands cups the back of his head to pull him into a bruising kiss.

He relaxes into Jisung’s embrace. It feels strange to not be leading; he understands what Jisung meant when he described it as floaty. 

Jisung sucks a hickey beneath his ear and Minho knows he’ll need to cover it heavily with makeup after this, but it feels so good. Minho savors the feeling of Jisung’s lean muscular body against his. He wants to save this memory to his brain’s hard drive so he can relive it over and over again. 

He wants to beg for Jisung to fuck him, but he’s also letting the younger man set the pace. He probably would have sped Jisung along otherwise. 

Jisung leans back to watch Minho’s face as he presses his palm against Minho’s already hard cock. 

Minho hisses. Jisung delights in his reactions. “You’re mine now, kitten.”

The heavy look in his eyes makes Minho shiver. He sways forward. Jisung leans two strong arms on the door behind him, caging him in. It makes Minho feel small. Jisung feverishly kisses down his jaw and neck. 

“You’re so fucking pretty. Do you know how hard it’s been to look at you all night and not be able to rip your clothes off?”

Jisung’s fingers brush over his collarbone and shoulder. He looks transfixed as though Minho is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He watches Jisung’s fingers as he undoes each button. 

Jisung removes his shirt and traces his fingers over Minho’s chest. Everything feels more sensitive with Jisung looking at him like he wants to devour him. 

Jisung looks almost wild as he pushes Minho’s pants down. “I’m going to pick you up now.” Jisung says as he’s hooking his hands under Minho’s thighs. He instinctively wraps his legs around Jisung’s waist. Jisung sets him down in front of the vanity before bending him over so his face presses against the mirror. He spreads Minho’s thighs and uses both hands to pull his cheeks apart. 

Minho watches Jisung stare for a moment before dropping to his knees. Jisung’s tongue laps at his hole and his nails dig into the flesh of Minho’s thighs.

Jisung flattens his tongue to lick strips over Minho’s hole over and over. He experiments with the tip of his tongue, circling the rim and starting to push his tongue inside. His hole flutters under the attention. Minho throws his head back in a low moan. The mirror fogs up from his hot breath. 

Jisung snickers. “Does it feel good, kitten?”

Minho gasps. “Fuck, yes. So good.”

When Jisung pulls back his chin is shiny with saliva. He stands and wraps a hand around Minho’s cock where it hangs neglected between his thighs. Their eyes meet in the mirror as Jisung lazily jerks him off. Minho realizes Jisung is wearing far too many clothes and pouts. 

“Such a pretty kitten.” Jisung hums. Minho can’t think about anything other than getting Jisung inside him. 

Minho tugs Jisung’s pants. “Off.”

Jisung grabs his jaw. “I’ll take them off when I’m ready. You will be quiet and take what I give you.”

Minho nods; arousal drips down his body like hot wax. Jisung’s fingers tighten. “Where is your lube?”

Minho points to the drawer and Jisung doesn’t hesitate to pour lube over his fingers. He pushes two inside straight away and Minho makes a humiliating high pitched noise. His fingers are slick as they press into him. He feels along Minho’s walls in search of his prostate. 

Minho’s head feels full of fluff. He feels so small and helpless with Jisung standing behind him and pushing a third finger inside him, watching his reaction in the mirror. Minho relaxes easily for him, he wants to beg for Jisung’s cock but he restrains himself. 

“F-fuck me.” Minho whines and pushes his ass back. 

Jisung grunts, turning Minho around to face him as he steps out of his pants. He pulls his shirt over his head swiftly. Jisung lifts Minho to sit him on the vanity so they come face to face. Jisung stands a couple inches taller than Minho seated on his vanity. It makes him seem more powerful, more dominant. 

Minho observes the man in front of him. His eye makeup is smudged and he has marks on his neck from Minho. His gaze moves down to find he’s not wearing any underwear. Just the fishnet stockings. Minho stares at his cock where it pokes through one of the holes in the stocking and leaks down the shaft. Jisung steps between Minho’s thighs, gripping them tightly. He hopes his thighs bruise where Jisung’s fingers press into them. 

Jisung has the perfect cock: larger than average, slightly thinner than Minho’s, but longer and curved. Minho drools as he looks down. With one hand Jisung drags his thumb over Minho’s lips, smearing his saliva over his lips before pushing two fingers in his mouth. He pushes down on Minho’s tongue and he opens his mouth wider. He opens up readily for him, feeling like he should have given Jisung control sooner. 

Jisung uses his lube slick hand to stroke himself before lining himself up with Minho’s greedy hole. He sinks slowly into Minho’s tight heat.

Minho feels so full as he stares down at where their hips meet. Jisung grins arrogantly down at him, taking his fingers out of  Minho’s mouth to grip his hips with both hands. 

“ Oh .” Minho lets out a small sigh through his nose. 

Jisung rolls his hips and Minho gasps. Jisung is so good with his hips, rhythmically thrusting into Minho. He looks gorgeous, his abs flexing with every jolt forward. 

Jisung drags his nails over Minho’s thighs, scratching marks into the pale skin. 

“Does it feel good, honey? Tell me.”

“F-feels good.” Minho grits out. 

Jisung smacks his inner thigh. “You can do better than that, jagi.”

Minho basically screams as Jisung continues to nudge his prostate. “You fuck me so good! Th-thank you.”

Jisung laughs at the desperation in his voice. Jisung’s fingers grip his jaw tightly. “It’s just for me.”

Minho’s eyes drift closed and Jisung grips his jaw harder, causing his eyes to snap open. “Look at me. Don’t you dare look away. Look into my eyes as I fuck you, kitten. You’re just for me.”

“J-just for you, Sung.” Minho finds it difficult to verbalize. 

“Oh, I know. My pretty kitten. God, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Minho whines. He’s getting close to his orgasm and he doesn’t have the ability to warn Jisung. 

Jisung leans forward as he pistons his hips, fucking Minho hard and fast, reaching forward to jerk Minho off in rhythm with his thrusts. Jisung whispers a string of mine, mine, mine into Minho’s ear. 

“You’re mine. Say it.” Jisung commands and Minho nearly screams. 

“M yours. Fuck!” Minho spills all over himself, coating his chest and stomach. He comes for what feels like an eternity. 

Jisung pulls out to stroke himself until he comes over Minho’s chest as well. Jisung and Minho pant next to one another. 

Jisung drags his pointer finger through the sticky mess on Minho’s chest. “You did so well, my perfect kitten. You look so pretty covered in come.”

Hot tears accumulate in the corners of Minho’s eyes and stream down his face. 

Jisung brushes them away with his thumb. “Shit, are you ok? I’m sorry I should have checked in.”

Minho shakes his head adamantly. “No! No, it’s not that. You did so good, Jisung. They’re happy tears.”

Jisung’s posture relaxes slightly and Minho’s vision is too blurry with tears to make out his expression. Jisung pulls Minho close to him so they’re chest to chest, unaffected by the sticky mess between them. Jisung combs his fingers through Minho’s hair and whispers words of praise to him like Minho does to soothe Jisung after a scene. It feels good to let someone hold him close. His arms are so safe. 

“Round two at your apartment?” Jisung asks and Minho giggles. 

“Only if you feed me first.”

Jisung smiles one of his largest, cheesiest smiles. “Deal.”

Minho has a change of clothes and Jisung ditches the tights, pulls his jeans back on, and tugs on one of Minho’s hoodies. 

They text everyone goodnight and sneak out the back door. It’s reminiscent of the night they met and Minho wonders if Jisung is thinking the same thing. 

“Why did you take the joint from me the night we met?” He asks. 

“I didn’t want to look uncool in front of the hot guy I just met. Plus, like, that’s what people in shows do.”

Minho shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have thought you were uncool. I was just worried about you. I’m glad I helped you that night.”

Jisung grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Me too.” He says softly. 

They stop by a pizza place that Minho frequents in the area and Jisung drives them to Minho’s apartment. Jisung looks addictively attractive in his clothes.

They seat themselves on the couch. Soonie, Doongie, and Dori find places to sit around them. Minho’s apartment feels more like a home than his house ever has. 

“Do you like smoking, hyung?” Jisung sounds genuinely curious. 

“Yeah, it helps me relax after a long day. Why? Did you want to try it?” Minho finds himself asking. 

Jisung nods. “Sure. How will I feel?”

Minho considers his answer. “Hungry, happy, and maybe a little sleepy. 

“Ok. That sounds nice.”

“That’s the idea, baby.”

Jisung blushes and looks away. The younger man occupies himself with petting the cats as Minho rolls a joint for them. It’s not much, really, Minho wasn’t expecting to smoke. 

He lights the joint and inhales deeply. “Still want to try?”

Jisung takes the joint from him and copies Minho’s behavior. He instructs Jisung to inhale deeply into his lungs. Jisung predictably coughs fervently at first and then his eyelids droop and his grin returns. 

“This is nice.” Minho laughs as Jisung wiggles closer to him, draping himself over Minho’s lap. 

“The weed or the cuddles?”

“Mm, yeah.” Jisung says taking a bite of pizza before offering the slice to Minho. He takes a bite as Jisung raises the piece to his mouth. 

Minho feels very much like they’re a couple from a drama. He indulges in the fantasy by putting his cold toes under Jisung’s thigh. He plays with the rips in Jisung’s jeans as they finish the joint between them; he slips his fingers into the holes along Jisung’s thighs. The softness of his thighs distracts him for a while before Jisung grabs his wrist and laces their hands together once again. He looks up to observe Jisung looking relaxed. His eyes are bloodshot and he grins lazily at Minho. 

“Do you have more comfortable clothes to sleep in?” Jisung asks for himself. 

Minho shakes his head. “Nope. Sorry. Guess you’ll have to sleep naked.”

Jisung smiles. “Oookaay.” He pulls his pants off and Minho groans. 

“I wasn’t serious. Are you trying to kill me?”

Jisung shrugs. “Of course not. How could I sit on your dick if you’re dead?”

Jisung takes off Minho’s hoodie and climbs into his lap. Minho’s hands find more of his soft tan skin. He lets Jisung kiss him lazily for a while. There’s no rush now like many of the other times they’ve had sex. They take their time touching and kissing. When Jisung gets Minho naked, he rocks his hips forward so their hard cocks brush against each other. 

Minho gives him a devious expression before meeting his eyes. “I’m going to pick you up now.”

He copies Jisung’s warning from earlier before he’s standing up with Jisung wrapped around him.

He takes Jisung to his bed, lays him out to kiss and suck marks into his thighs. 

Minho preps him slowly as well, keeping their deliberately leisurely pace from before. 

Jisung is so sexy it blows his mind. How can he be so tiny but still so strong? How can this be the same waist that supported Minho’s weight? 

Minho flops down flat against the bed and strokes himself. “C’mon pretty boy, aren’t you supposed to be sitting on my cock?”

Jisung whines. “Be nice, hyung!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me try again. Baby, come sit on hyung’s cock.” He coos for emphasis reaching out a hand to cup Jisung’s cheek. 

Jisung doesn’t protest a second time. He lowers himself onto Minho’s cock and Minho is reminded how much he likes Jisung’s hips. 

He looks fucking gorgeous on top of him, riding his cock, his hands resting on Minho’s thighs behind him, and his tight, little body doing all the work of fucking himself. Minho moans at the sight of him. 

Jisung bites his bottom lip hard, his brow furrowed in concentration as he brings them both closer to orgasm. Jisung is much less talkative in this position. Minho helps him by lifting his hips to meet him halfway. He grips Jisung’s slim thighs; his hands look so much larger against Jisung’s tiny fucking figure. Minho could fucking come, but he closes his eyes and holds off. 

They last longer during round two. When Jisung comes he sobs with it, crying out Minho’s name. His hole clenches Minho tight and his orgasm hits him so hard it takes his breath away.

Jisung collapses on him with breathless giggles. Minho kisses the top of his head. They stay there for a while, Minho still inside him. 

Jisung curls his limbs around Minho like a body pillow. His head rests on Minho’s chest and rises and falls with his breathing. 

Jisung falls asleep before cleaning up. Minho lifts Jisung off him and he grumbles and makes grabby hands at Minho. He sighs and swipes some baby wipes from his nightstand to wipe them off before covering them both with the duvet. He falls asleep naked, spooning with the man he loves. 

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Jisung rouses and finds himself surrounded by Minho’s scent and warmth. The increasingly familiar weight of Minho’s arm over his waist anchors him in place. He turns his head into the pillow to hide his smile. 

Jisung is in love with Minho. It’s not worth the energy to deny it to himself any longer. He wants this perfect morning with Minho and the cats all cuddled together every morning. He wants everything with Minho; he craves domesticity and romance with him. Jisung wants to be Minho’s boyfriend. 

Jisung feels so unreasonably happy. The feeling is one he’s never experienced. He’s never loved someone like he loves Minho. He begrudgingly maneuvers Minho’s limbs off of him, trying not to wake him.  He still has to be at work, just not until noon today. He checks his phone: 10:47 am, three missed texts from his friends. 

Jisung reads his friend’s messages from last night:

Hyunjin hyung 💜

You’re lucky we like Minho

We need to have a friend meeting tho

Binnie  

You don’t actually think Hyunjin would be down for a threesome, right?

Jisung rolls his eyes. He still needs to make it back to his place to change. He lingers in the doorway, watching Minho sleep. Minho’s mouth hangs slightly open and his bunny teeth are visible. Soonie is curled up against his back. Jisung looks down to find Doongie rubbing against his leg. 

It’s almost painful to leave. Jisung kisses Minho’s forehead as he gathers his items. He sends Minho a text that he’s gone to work. 

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Changbin greets him first during their lunch hour. “I assume you had a good night.”

Jisung averts his eyes. “Yeah. What about you two?”

“It certainly was something. Lee Felix is a force of nature.”

Jisung’s eyes widen. “So, did you…?”

Changbin chokes on his coffee. “No! Definitely not. I didn’t mean to make it seem like… no.”

Jisung enjoys laughing at his friend’s dismay. “You’re clearly not opposed to the idea.”

Changbin shrugs. “Jinnie is more than enough for me.”

Hyunjin approaches, handing Jisung an Americano and closing the door to Jisung’s office behind them. “Correct answer, Seo.”

Jisung looks around the office to search for eavesdroppers. “Guys, I have a problem…”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. “Is that code for ‘you’re in love with Minho’ because we already know that.”

Jisung slumps over and lets his head thump down against his hard, wooden desk. “I’m an idiot.”

Changbin puts a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, he’s certainly more pleasant than Daeun.”

Jisung winces. Hot tears burn in his eyelids and he can’t stop the flood building behind his eyes. “Fuck. I knew it would hurt, but…”

He does not finish the sentence. Changbin rubs soothing circles against his back. “Jisung, Minho is definitely interested in a relationship with you. If you’re upset about your appa, who fucking cares what he thinks? He’ll come around eventually like my parents did.”

Jisung shakes his head, crying harder. Changbin shoots Hyunjin a panicked expression. 

His other friend sighs. “Jisungie, Minho is good for you. I can not remember another time when you were so happy. You’re more confident. You’re sleeping fewer nights at the office.” Hyunjin says, biting his lip. “It’s pretty obvious, to me at least, that he has feelings for you as well. What specifically are you worried about? That he’s an exotic dancer?” 

Jisung rubs at his face, trying to will himself to stop crying. “I wasn’t honest with you. I’ve been lying to you both. I did meet Minho at Minxx that night you two disappeared; that part is true. He found me having a panic attack. He’s the reason I made it home safe. I wanted to see him again, so I went back to Minxx during the day. I paid for a dance from him and he propositioned me. We made an arrangement in which he would teach me about sex in exchange for one thousand dollars per week. I pay him to spend time with me. He’s not… he doesn’t feel that way for me. It’s just an act, he’s a paid actor.”

Changbin and Hyunjin stare in stunned silence. “What?” Hyunjin blinks at him. 

Changbin’s frown makes him look uncharacteristically solemn. “So, he is like Daeun. A golddigger.”

Jisung flinches at the harshness of the words. “No. He’s not like Daeun. He makes me feel special and…” His throat closes around the word. A fresh wave of tears spills from his eyes. “Loved.”

Hyunjin’s eyes mirror Jisung’s; he’s never been able to stop himself from crying when Jisung is upset like this. 

Changbin scowls. “If he hurts you, Jisung-ah…”

Jisung stops him. “He hasn’t done anything that I haven’t fully consented to. He’s actually very sweet. That’s what makes it so hard. I don’t know how much of our time together is real. Or if it’s just a job to him.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “Felix said he’s obsessed with you.”

Jisung shrugs, still sniffling. He stuffs some food in his mouth since this is technically his lunch time. His friends follow after him. The trio eat in silence for a few moments before Changbin chimes in. 

“Maybe Felix is in on it.” Changbin grumbles.

Hyunjin frowns now. “I don’t think he would be though. Felix isn’t the type of person to play with someone’s feelings.”

Changbin’s annoyance grows. “I’m sure you would know. You two seemed very close.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “Me? You’re the one who was looking at him like you wanted to take him home and have your way with him.”

Changbin’s frown grows. “You’re the one who actually fucked him!”

Jisung doesn’t want his friends to argue, especially when this conversation is supposed to be about him. “It was stupid to get involved with Minho, but he didn’t do anything wrong. We both understood the nature of the relationship and I’m the dumbass that caught feelings.”

Hyunjin’s expression remains skeptical. “Jisung, have you asked him how he feels about you?”

Jisung balks at the idea. “Of course not. He’ll want to end the arrangement when he discovers that I’m harboring secret feelings for him.”

“Are you sure that’s a bad thing? You can’t keep paying him a thousand dollars a week for the rest of your life. What if you end the arrangement to pursue a romantic relationship?”

Jisung considers Hyunijn’s suggestion. Even if Minho wanted to seriously date him, he would still face the backlash of coming out as bisexual and dating an exotic dancer. Those things scare him significantly less than being rejected by Minho, but they’re still scary . He eats as he thinks.

“I swear to god, Jisung, if you mention your father I will personally threaten to expose him as a homophobe. That would be bad for business, your father’s one true love.” Changbin snaps.

Jisung is quick to jump forward, covering Changbin’s mouth with his hand. “You would be fired!” He scream-whispers. 

Changbin’s voice is muffled as he responds. “I can get another job. There’s only one Han Jisung.”

Changbin and Hyunjin have been right about everything thus far. Hyunjin looks concerned. 

“He can’t fire you or demote you because you’re bi, Jisung. It would be discrimination.”

“Yeah, but he can stop inviting me to Christmas. He can tell everyone that his son is a weak, incompetent queer!”

Jisung didn’t realize how much he cared about that kind of thing. He doesn’t have the best family in the world but they’re his family. The idea of suddenly losing everything he knows terrifies him. 

Hyunjin pulls him into a hug. Jisung is crying too hard to notice the people filing back into their offices after lunch. Hyunjin and Changbin exchange worried looks that they think he doesn’t notice. 

“Sungie, do you want to come over after work? We’ll watch Howl’s and I’ll make your favorite dinner.”

Jisung agrees and Hyunjin kisses his forehead. Changbin also pulls Jisung into a crushing hug before they go back to finish their individual work. 

Jisung stares at his computer screen, completely unable to focus after his conversation with Hyunjin and Changbin. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted Minho to be a part of his family too. He wants his eomma to naggingly ask about Minho and he wants his father to put a hand on his shoulder to congratulate him on finding such a great guy.

He wants things he can never have, with Minho or his parents. The feeling of hopelessness and despair nestles under his breastbone and spreads its icy tendrils through his entire body. 

Jisung already feels heavy and distracted when he arrives home to find the kitchen staff preparing a large dinner. His family rarely has dinner together at the table. Jisung doesn’t care about the reason for the formal dining room. He needs to escape as quickly as possible in order to spend his evening with his best friends and cry over a boy he likes. Otherwise, he may be stuck having dinner with his parents. He shudders at the thought. 

Unfortunately, his father swiftly thwarts his escape mission, stopping him as he tries to slip out the back door. 

“Where are you going? You’re required for dinner this evening.” He says simply. 

Jisung is already at his limit for the day. He really does not have the energy to pretend to be the perfect son tonight. “I’m supposed to meet Hyunjin and Changbin for dinner.”

His father’s eyes turn dark. “I asked my assistant to send you an email about dinner tonight.”

Jisung blinks. “I didn’t see the email.”

“I’ll speak to Jiwon about her neglected responsibility on Monday.” His father says coldly and Jisung feels bad for throwing Jiwon under the bus. “You’ll need to tell your friends you’re busy tonight. We’re having a dinner guest.”

Jisung knows the precise intention behind this dinner. Dread fills all the space inside him; there’s no room for anything else. He’s honestly overdue for another arranged date. He hasn’t been on a single awkward setup since he started seeing Minho. 

No , he corrects himself, I’m not seeing Minho. We have an arrangement. 

He bitterly dresses for dinner. He would prefer to be cuddling with Minho on his couch, the cats curled up with them, watching anime. 

He takes a deep breath and braces himself for a night of socially awkward small talk and joins his parents at the dinner table. 

Jisung sits and smiles at the young woman across from him. She’s probably equally as uncomfortable attending a blind date with his parents. 

She offers him a shy smile in return. She is lovely over dinner, polite and sweet. Guilt tugs at his heart every time he smiles at her. He’s not cheating because he and Minho are not together. This isn’t even a real date, he’s sitting across from his parents, but it still feels wrong .

After dinner Kang Sumin stays to chat and Jisung struggles to keep looking interested. Honestly, he’s been thinking about Minho all night. He’s been fantasizing about bringing Minho to dinner with his parents. If everything was different, if Minho was born a woman and had a parent approved career, would they like him? Jisung thinks they would like him. Minho is charming, far more competent in social situations than Jisung and he’s smart, hardworking, and kind. He wonders if Minho would take his mother to the ballet or talk business with his father. 

Jisung tries to refocus on their guest. She’s significantly shorter than him, petite and thin. Her face is pretty, featuring wide eyes and straight teeth. Jisung unsuccessfully tries to feel anything other than disdain towards her. 

When Sumin finally leaves, she kisses his cheek. Another spasm of wrongness weaves through him. Jisung is eager to flee. He feels like a caged bird in his house tonight. He considers texting Minho to meet, he doesn’t care if they have sex, he just wants to see Minho. 

At least his father is in good spirits. He puts his hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “You did great, son. She likes you and has agreed to our terms for an arranged marriage.”

The world around him goes absolutely still. He feels like things are moving in slow motion. His heart stilling before pumping harder. 

Arranged marriage?

He blinks rapidly, trying to stave off the tears accumulating in his eyes. “I thought we agreed not to do an arranged marriage.”

His father narrows his eyes. “That was when you were in college, son. You’re dragging your feet, so I’ve made the choice for you.”

Panic presses in on him from every angle. He can’t breathe; he’s frozen in horror. His father looks annoyed like Jisung is a child refusing to eat his vegetables. He tries to explain, words tumbling out of his mouth without thought.  “Appa, I can’t… there’s someone I’ve been seeing and well I… think I’m in love.”

His father flaps a hand at him. “Oh, Jisung, love doesn’t last. You’ll get over her in a few months anyway. Don’t be silly, son, this pairing is perfect.”

“You’re not listening to me! I don’t want to marry her! I can’t, Appa, I’m sorry. My heart belongs to someone else.”

His father sighs. “Fine, if you insist, bring this young lady to dinner next week and we’ll see if she’s a suitable match.”

Jisung pales, “he’s a man.” He casts his eyes down. His hands are shaking and he balls them into fists. 

“Jisung, if this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny.” His eyes harden. He massages his temples like he can’t believe Jisung is being so vexing. 

“It’s not a joke. I’m in love with a man and I plan to be with him.”

“Jisung, you are not gay! You like women! I’ve seen you go on and on about girls you’re interested in.”

“Actually, I’m bisexual. I like men and women.”

“Enough!” His father booms. “I won’t hear any more of this. You’ll marry Sumin and you’ll get over whatever rebellious phase you’re going through.”

“No, I fucking won’t!” He’s never raised his voice at his father. 

His father is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. He feels like maybe he has. “I’m leaving. We can talk about this later. I hope you think about what you can do to accept me as I am.”

He storms out, gets into the car and starts driving without a plan. It’s dangerous to be driving with tears clouding his vision, but he pushes down harder on the gas. He needs to get as far away as he can. 

He calls Hyunjin first and then Changbin, neither of them picks up. He calls Minho who rejects the call but texts him immediately. 

Minho hyung:

Sorry, babe, I’m at work. Call you when I get off? Around 2 am?

Jisung whips the car around to head to Minxx. None of the dancers stop him as he pushes through the crowd and enters the employee area, finding Minho’s dressing room. He knocks on the door and hears Minho yell ‘coming!’ on the other side. The timbre of his voice already soothes something primal and terrified inside him.  

Minho looks surprised to see him, but opens his door to let Jisung inside. He’s already dressed to go on stage in a maid's outfit and cat ears. His outfit would have ordinarily derailed his thoughts, but he’s too far into an anxiety spiral to think much of his clothes. 

He falls into Minho’s arms in tears, unable to hold them back. Minho tries to calm him, petting his head the way he likes. 

“Jisung, baby, what’s wrong?” Minho asks him. 

He tells Minho about coming out to his father and his fathers insistence on an arranged marriage. He leaves out the part about being in love with Minho. 

There is an unannounced visitor that takes them by surprise. Felix’s blonde head appears in the doorway. 

“What the hell, Minho? You were supposed to be on the main stage 10 minutes ago. Jeongin’s been stalling but…” he trails off when he sees the state Jisung is in. 

“Lix, can you go on for me? Please?” Minho asks. 

“Uh, sure, hyung. No worries.” He says giving Minho an unreadable expression before disappearing down the hallway. 

Minho wraps his arms tightly around Jisung. He doesn’t say anything, just holds Jisung against him as he cries. “Do you want to come over to my apartment? Clear your head? We can put something on tv. I’ll make some tea.”

“What about your shift?” He says, already feeling guilty about visiting Minho when he should be working. It’s a violation of their arrangement. 

Minho shakes his head. “It’s ok. I’ll ask Lix to cover for me. Just let me get changed.”

Jisung tries to breathe evenly as he waits. He lets Minho drive them back to his apartment. 

Jisung feels awkward as he sits on Minho’s couch. Doongie and Dori situate themselves on either side of him. Doongie extends a paw onto his lap almost placatingly. 

Minho emerges from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea and shortbread cookies. Kiki’s Delivery Service plays on the television and Jisung turns to find Minho sipping his cup of tea silently. He doesn’t ask any questions of Jisung. They simply sit next to each other and enjoy the comforting background sound of the movie. 

Jisung cries again because he can’t stop himself. Doongie curls up in his lap and he pets the soft fur behind his ear. 

He blurts out the question he keeps asking himself. “Do I care too much about what my father thinks of me?” He asks, his eyes focusing intently on his hands. 

“It’s normal to care about what your parents think of you. I’m sorry he made you feel like what you want doesn’t matter, because it does. If you don’t want an arranged marriage, you have every right to say no. You did the right thing by standing your ground.”

Jisung wants to laugh. Nothing feels right . He fucks everything up and he’s going to fuck this up too. 

“How did your parents react when you came out?” He asks Minho. 

“My eomma loved me fiercely from the time I was born. I’m her only child. She was always supportive. I knew my father wasn’t thrilled about his son being a literal dancing fairy, but he loved me and he wanted me to be myself.”

“He came around?” Jisung asks, echoing Changbin’s earlier comment to him. 

Minho shrugs. “In theory, I guess. I never got to introduce him to any boyfriends or anything. He died a couple years ago from a heart attack.”

Oh . 

Jisung hadn’t even considered how Minho would feel about this conversation. His stomach clenches with guilt and self loathing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to um…”

“It’s okay.” Minho says. “I like talking about him. It’s nice to remember the good things. He would have liked you, Jisung. He was always writing down little snippets of song lyrics like you do.”

Jisung’s eyes snap to his; his face feels ten degrees hotter. “How did you know about that?”

Minho laughs, his eyes crinkle and his bunny teeth are visible. Jisung likes the sound of his laugh, it’s a little strange and stilted like him. “When I went through stacks of your paperwork, I found them tucked away like notes to yourself.” 

“Did you read them?” Jisung asks, mildly embarrassed that they may have been about Minho. 

“Nah, they’re for you, but they look like cool lyrics.” Minho grins. 

Jisung groans. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I’m serious! You even have a rap name don’t you, j.one?”

The color drains from his face and he leaps forward to put a hand over Minho’s mouth. “Who told you about that?” He hisses. 

He’s so much closer to Minho now. His palm pressed against his mouth. He can feel Minho's smirk against his hand. He wants to replace his hand with his lips. 

He pulls his hand away and Minho answers, “I have met Changbin.”

Jisung wishes he could kill his best friends sometimes. They know too much to live. 

“It’s cute. You’re cute. You have real charisma, you could be a performer.”

The statement shakes him to his core. How can Minho say something like that so casually? He doesn’t know that it was Jisung’s dream, but he affirms something within Jisung. 

Jisung presses forward and captures Minho’s lips. He needs to express his feelings for Minho but he doesn’t have the words. 

He straddles Minho’s lap and wraps his arms around his neck. Minho holds him, his hands pressing into his hips. He kisses Minho until his lips go numb and when he pulls back, Minho follows his lips. Jisung giggles against his mouth. 

“I feel like I should be making up for dragging you away from work.” He wants to slide out of Minho’s lap and settle onto his knees in front of Minho, but his grip on Jisung is insistent. 

Minho holds his face with both hands, his thumb brushes over Jisung’s cheek. “Beautiful.” 

Jisung averts his eyes, he can feel himself blush. “Hyung.” Jisung whines and tugs at Minho’s shirt. He feels shy. 

“You don’t need to make anything up to me. I prefer to be here with you anyway.”

Jisung buries his face in the crook of Minho’s neck and shoulder as his face burns. “Do you mean it? When you say stuff like that?”

Minho tenses beneath him. “Of course, I mean it. I mean it every time.” He pauses, his voice quieter and softer when he continues. “I’d mean it if you weren’t paying me.”

Jisung’s heart lurches. He doesn’t know how to respond. He drags his lips over Minho’s neck. He doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings, but he does know how to do this . 

Jisung sucks a hickey under his ear. Minho tips his head to the side to give Jisung more space. He takes the opportunity to leave more marks. Minho sighs in contentment.

Jisung shifts his hips over Minho’s lap, rocking his hips in an attempt to get Minho hard. Jisung leans back to look at him. 

Fuck. He deserves to be worshiped. Everything about Lee Minho is a fucking masterpiece: the slope of his cheekbones, the straight line of his nose, the way his top lip is slightly fuller than his bottom lip. His eyes look dark and full of intent as he joins their lips again. Jisung gets lost in their embrace. It’s so easy for him to forget everything else when he’s with Minho. Nothing is more important in that moment than pressing their bodies together. 

“Let's go to bed.” Minho rasps against his lips. 

Minho lays him out on his bed, giggling as they leisurely pull off their clothes. When Minho finally gets him fully naked, he stares down at Jisung. His eyes and hands follow lines of muscle and skin over his body. 

Minho kisses down his neck and over his chest. He squeezes Jisung’s pecs. 

Minho moans. “God, your tits are so fucking hot.”

Jisung laughs. “Mm, yours too. You’re really sensitive too, aren’t you hyung?”

Minho raises an eyebrow at him. Jisung traces his pointer finger around Minho’s nipple, not actually touching it. The older man shivers under his touch. 

“Thought so.” Jisung grins deviously before flipping their positions to pin Minho to the bed. He meets his hyung’s wide eyes and studies his face as his bangs fall over his forehead. A curtain of his black hair fans over the pillow beneath him. His eyes glitter, filled with admiration and nearly reverential in the way he looks up at Jisung. 

Jisung grabs Minho’s chest, rubbing circles into his sensitive nipples. Minho’s head tips back as he moans, the column of his neck stained with purple blotches. 

Jisung licks and sucks at his right nipple, rolling the other between his pointer finger and thumb. He doesn’t stop playing with Minho’s chest until he whines loudly. 

“Please!” Minho cries out. 

Jisung looks down, smirking darkly. “Do you even know what you're begging for?”

He presses the muscles of Minho’s chest together and hums. “Do you want me to fuck your tits? Come on them?”

Minho trembles beneath him. It’s a new sight for Jisung and all he wants to do is ruin Minho. Take him apart and show him how good it can feel to be the one receiving the patience and care that Minho has shown him.

“Whatever you want.” Minho whispers. 

It’s not the response Jisung expected, but he knows what he wants, and it’s something else. “Can I blindfold you?”

Minho nods slowly. “Yes. I don't have one, but a scarf would work, right?”

Jisung grins eagerly. “Ok!”

Minho bites his bottom lip like he’s trying not to match Jisung’s smile. He stands and riffles through his wardrobe before handing Jisung a thick charcoal gray scarf. 

Minho quickly strips off his clothes and sits on the bed. He’s flushed from his pretty cheeks down to his chest. Jisung brushes the hair out of his eyes before he brings the scarf over his eyes and ties it one behind his head. He guides Minho to lay down and takes off his own clothes. 

Jisung runs his hands over the unfairly gorgeous dancer laid out in front of him. He caresses his palms and fingers over Minho’s body with care, worshipful in his touches. He traces the lines of Minho’s chest and abdominal muscles. He spends extra time pressing his entire face against Minho’s thighs. 

Tremors wrack through Minho’s body. Minho falls apart for him, sighing, moaning, and shaking. There will never be a sight more beautiful than the man writhing beneath him.  

Minho’s untouched cock leaks where it rests against his hip. Jisung sits back and removes his hands to admire him and to see how long it takes him to break. 

Minho whines and lifts his hips. “Please jagi.”

Jisung sighs. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Jisung gathers saliva and opens his mouth to let it dribble down Minho’s cock. As soon as his lips touch Minho’s cock he gasps loudly. 

He strokes Minho as he keeps the head of his cock in his mouth, keeping his pace slow. This isn’t how he wants Minho to come. 

Pulling off, he finds the lube and parts Minho’s thighs. Minho sighs. “Please don’t make me wait.” His voice sounds so desperate; he’s never heard Minho sound like this. 

He doesn’t have the strength to hold off any longer but he sighs in defeat as though he’s giving in to Minho’s pleading. 

He spreads lube over his hole, pushing in two fingers. He avoids Minho’s prostate, instead focusing his efforts on coaxing Minho to relax for him. He pushes his third finger in slowly. 

Minho sobs. “Please! I’m ready!” 

Surrendering, he pushes into Minho’s tight heat, the man beneath him whimpering and gripping on to Jisung’s shoulders. 

Minho wraps his legs around him, pulling him in deeper. Jisung fucks into him steadily, rocking his hips and keeping most of his length inside. 

His partner seems to enjoy this approach, his mouth hangs open. Jisung wants to see his eyes now. He leans forward so they’re pressed together, all skin on skin as he rolls his hips into Minho. 

“I’m getting close, baby.” Minho pants into Jisung’s ear. 

“Can I take your blindfold off?” Jisung asks. 

“Fuck, ok.” Minho says. 

Jisung removes it slowly so his eyes can adjust. Minho blinks rapidly. Looking first into Jisung’s eyes, only a few inches away from his own, and then down to where their bodies are pressed together.

Jisung starts moving once more, holding his gaze now. “You’re so pretty, jagi.” Jisung slurs. “Everyone wants you but I’m the only one who sees you like this.”

Minho’s come splatters between them. His hole clenches like a vice around Jisung’s cock and he fucks into Minho significantly faster, chasing his own release. 

Minho’s eyes cross slightly before they drift closed. Jisung comes balls deep inside him. 

He collapses on top of Minho after he comes, staying inside until the elder nudges him to move so they can clean up. 

Apparently the only aftercare Minho needs is wrapping his limbs around Jisung and holding his back flush against Minho’s chest. He feels peaceful. 

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Jisung doesn’t remember falling asleep. When he awakes he’s greeted by panic. He’s late for work. 

Work. Where he may have to see his father. 

The growing panic is starting to spiral out of control. Minho stirs behind him. Jisung rushes out of bed. He’s pulling on his clothes and hyperventilating when Minho rouses. 

When Minho notices Jisung’s panic, he acts quickly. “Woah, hey, calm down.” He reaches for Jisung’s shoulder, but Jisung shrugs him off. 

“I’m late for work!” He must seem insane as he paces Minho’s room. 

Jisung sits on the corner of the bed so he can slump into Minho’s willing embrace and sob into his shoulder. “Baby, it’s ok.” 

It is so far from ok. He thinks. 

“I can’t face him. What am I going to do if I lose my job and my home? I mean… I can stay with Hyunjin, but what if my parents never want to speak to me again? What if I never see my family anymore. Even my second cousins in Korea won’t speak to me after this.”

Minho’s voice is firm as he interrupts Jisung’s spiral. “Jisung. You don't know how your family will react. Don’t assume the worst. You’ll always have Hyunjin and Changbin. You could…” he clears his throat. “You could stay here if you need to. Don’t worry about paying me.”

Jisung looks up. “I broke the contract.” He remembers with clarity now that his brain isn’t clouded with the desire to simply get to Minho. “The contact says you’re available to me when you’re not at school or work, but last night you were working. I had no right to show up there.”

Minho shakes his head. “I don’t care about the contract. I’m glad you feel safe with me.”

“Do you want to end the arrangement?” Jisung asks. He picks at the skin around his nails until they bleed. 

“Yes.” Minho says quietly. “What do you want, Jisung?”

He spoke so softly in a way that felt entirely different from the Minho he knows. “I want everyone to be happy.”

“But what’s going to make you happy? Do you want to pursue a relationship for love or do you want to marry for power and money?” Minho insists. 

I want you. Jisung thinks the answer is obvious. It isn’t the right question though. 

Does he get to be happy? Does he deserve to be happy?

“I don’t know, but I need to get to work.” He sounds foreign to his own ears, detached. 

Minho frowns as he nods. “Ok.”

Minho walks him to the door. As Jisung turns to leave, Minho grabs his wrist. “Wait.” He says. He leans forward and kisses him on the mouth, chaste but seering. “Before you make your decision, you should know that I want you to choose me.”

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Jisung ignores Hyunjin and Changbin, locking himself in his office and drawing the blinds. 

He doesn’t see his father until he’s gathering his things to leave for the day. 

Han Junghwa, Jisung’s father, enters his office without knocking. Junghwa has the key to every office in the building. He startles Jisung, who naively assumed he successfully avoided this discussion today. 

Jisung flinches away from his father’s calculating eyes. His father tosses a file onto his desk. 

Jisung doesn’t even look at it, raising his eyes in disbelief. 

Seriously? Is he seriously going to talk about work?

“Lee Minho is a 24 year old stripper. A dance major and dual Korean and American citizen. An aspiring dancer.”

Jisung looks down to the file with Minho’s name on it and then back up to his father in horror. “What is this?”

“Lee Minho is the man you think you’re in love with. You’ve been paying him a thousand dollars a week. I obtained your bank records. You’ve been regularly sending him money.”

Jisung stands there, too stunned to speak. Junghwa continues. “Is it not enough to ruin your own reputation? You brought him along to the company banquet as well?”

Jisung’s eyes fill with tears. He was unprepared for his father’s response. He doesn’t deny it. 

“I will not allow you to galavant around my business partners with a cheap whore on your arm. You will end your relationship with him or I will have to give his university a call.”

Jisung’s blood runs cold. This can’t be happening. 

“I’ll let the dean know about what kind of activities his students are involved in and how it may be off putting to their financial donors. Perhaps I won’t want to make our very generous annual donation to the university unless Lee Minho is no longer a student there.”

“No!” Jisung sobs. “Please, appa, leave Minho out of this. I’ll… I’ll break off our arrangement. I’ll marry Sumin, just please don’t come after Minho.”

Junghwa sighs with relief. “I’m so glad you’ve had a change of heart, son. I’ll let Sumin’s parents know you’ll be having lunch with them on Monday.”

Junghwa doesn’t wait for Jisung to stop sobbing before he slips out of his office. 

Jisung sits in the dark, empty corner of his office and cries until he’s too exhausted and dehydrated to continue crying. 

Chapter Text

Minho has reread his last message from Jisung 27 times and every time it hurts more than the last. 

He thought the inevitable end to their arrangement would hurt in the same way it hurt when men grew bored of him in the past. The familiar sting of rejection, the gnawing fear that he’s just a pretty face with nothing to offer, but none of that prepared him for this feeling.

He’s heard sad songs about heartbreak, but he’s never let anyone close enough to break his heart. Minho kept people at an arm’s distance; a few people managed to break through his walls, but he’s never fallen for someone so quickly and so thoroughly. He was honest about what he wanted but still left the ball in Jisung’s court. No one in Jisung’s life seems to let him make decisions for himself and Minho gave him the option to choose for himself what he wanted with their relationship. He let himself hope that Jisung would choose him. Clearly this was a mistake because now he feels like he’s been hollowed out like a gutted fish. 

He did not expect the message he received. He didn’t expect to feel the waves of nausea crashing through him, his heart thrashing in his chest. 

Han Jisung 

I am ending our arrangement and sending you last week’s fee now. There is no reason for us to see each other again after this. I cannot give you the relationship you desire. Thank you for the experience and I wish you the best. 

Minho’s vision blurs with tears. He’s not going to see Jisung again? 

Panic makes his stomach clench violently. He leans over his bedside trash can and vomits. 

He knew that realistically Jisung may not want to carry on with their arrangement, that he may not want to date Minho, but he thought they’d be friends at least. 

He thought he would have something. Fucking anything would be better than never seeing him. 

It would hurt to see him and not be able to touch. It would be devastating to see him with someone else, but fuck, not seeing him at all is torture. His memories will fade with time, he won’t be able to recall the precise details, but he can never stop craving Jisung. His touch, his presence, and his smile will all fade into the recesses of Minho’s memory with time. His feelings for Jisung may dull, but they will never cease. 

He misses class and calls out of work. Minho doesn’t leave his bed. He holds the pillow that still smells like Jisung and lets his tears fall from his eyes, unblinking. They soak into the pillow until his face grows uncomfortably wet. 

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Time doesn’t stop just because Minho feels unmoored from reality. He still has to complete his class assignments and go to work. He feels listless, even his dancing lacks enthusiasm. His dance teammates eye him worriedly but he doesn’t say anything to them, or anyone, about Jisung. Unfortunately for Minho, it takes approximately 5 minutes for Felix to corner him in his dressing room. “So, what was up with Jisung?”

“It doesn’t matter now. He ended things with me.” Minho responds stiffly. He tries to school his expression to appear apathetic despite the lump in his throat and the sting in his eyes. 

Felix seems surprised. “Seriously?”

“He doesn’t want to see me again.” Minho’s voice betrays him, sounding soft and sad. 

“I’m so sorry, hyung. I know you really liked him.”

Minho shrugs. He changes the subject. “How are things going with your culinary school applications?”

Felix grins so wide it seems like his face might split in half. “I have an interview next Saturday!”

Minho offers him a small smile. “I’m happy for you, Lix. Have you told Chris?”

Felix shakes his head and bites his bottom lip. “Not yet. I’m waiting for the right time.”

“He’s going to be so proud. We all are, Lixie.” Minho says fondly. 

“What about you? When is your big audition?” Felix asks. 

He hopes to land a job with a dance agency after graduating. Minho paid for the dance company application fees with the money he earned by working for Jisung. He sent dance reels and headshots to as many companies as possible. Felix is referring to his audition with Big Talent company; they were the first company to request an in-person audition. 

Tears stream down his cheeks without his permission. Jisung is the reason he may be able to get signed by a company; he wouldn’t have been able to afford the numerous fees otherwise. He blinks rapidly in an attempt to dry his eyes and turns away from Felix. “Next Tuesday.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Felix asks him softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Fucking hurts.” Minho whispers. 

Felix looks uncharacteristically melancholy for a moment before proposing an idea. “Let’s go out after work. We can get fucked up and forget our boy troubles.” 

Felix waggles his eyebrows and pulls out a bag of weed. 

“Who’s going to be babysitting us?” Minho asks, knowing they would need an extra set of eyes if they were truly going to get fucked up. 

“We’ll bring Seungmin and Innie along.” Felix suggests. 

Normally, Minho would be the one keeping an eye on Felix, but he’s feeling reckless and he desperately wants to get out of his head. He wants to feel anything other than the gaping wound in his chest where Jisung ripped his heart out. 

Minho chastises himself again. It’s his fault for getting attached, for falling in love with someone who essentially employed him. 

“Sure.” Minho agrees. 

Work is mindless as always. The ache in his chest is soothed by the pervasive numbness he feels when he puts on his Lino persona. He plays the role of a brainless sex object to project fantasies upon and he excels at it. 

Maybe that’s what seduced Jisung all along, not Minho’s compassion for him. Perhaps helping him with his anxiety attack was purely a coincidence. 

No , he reminds himself bitterly, I’m the idiot that proposed the arrangement. I set myself up for heartbreak. 

Still, Minho couldn’t bring himself to regret their arrangement. He was able to send money to his eomma and cover several application fees. Moreover, he got the opportunity to fall in love with Jisung. Though his affections were unrequited, it was a privilege to know and love Jisung.

Minho shakes his head to clear his thoughts, slips back into the headspace of the simple, pretty dancer Lino. He only exists to fulfill the desires of strangers. 

Seungmin finds him in his dressing room after he’s changed into his clubbing outfit consisting of a little black dress and a sheer Calvin Klein button down. 

Seungmin meets his eyes in the mirror and the intensity of his gaze nearly makes Minho flinch. “You should not go out clubbing with Felix tonight.”

Minho scoffs. “Whatever, eomma.” He rolls his eyes for effect and applies lip gloss. 

Seungmin steps closer, surprising Minho by hugging him from behind. Minho doesn’t say anything. 

A nasty thought reminds him that it could be Jisung holding him like this. 

If he closes his eyes, he could pretend. He pushes the wretched thought away. 

“Seungmin-ah, are you flirting with me?” Minho aims for his comment to sound playful, but it falls flat even to his own ears. 

“Please don’t go out and be reckless. You’ll just end up hurting more. Stay home if you insist on getting high.”

Minho pushes him away. “You’re not my keeper. Don’t come if you don’t want to come, but don’t tell me how to spend my night.” Minho glares venomously back at him. 

Seungmin puts his hands up. “Fine, but I’m only tagging along because Jeongin is going. I don’t condone this.”

Minho huffs. “Noted.”

Minho pushes past him and nearly walks into Felix in the hallway. Felix raises his eyebrows in a silent question to a disgruntled looking Seungmin, but doesn’t say anything to the younger man. Instead, Felix takes Minho’s hand, lacing their fingers together and walks toward the back door. Minho silently allows himself to be led to Felix’s beaten up station wagon in the parking lot. 

The aussie already rolled blunts for them. He lights one and the cherry glows red in the darkness of the vehicle. He takes a couple hits before passing it to Minho. As the blunt is consumed, the car fills with thick, fragrant smoke. 

A rich plume of smoke billows from Felix’s plush, parted lips. He inhales again, taking the smoke into his mouth and leaning into Minho’s space to shotgun the smoke into his mouth. Minho parts his lips in anticipation. Felix’s lips brush against Minho’s as he gently exhales a mouthful of smoke. He accepts the offering into his own lungs. 

Minho exhales through his nose, feeling like a dragon. The high settles pleasantly into Minho’s veins, lulling the omnipresent pain that Jisung left in his wake. 

Eventually, Felix and Minho stumble out of his car, giggling and stoned. They pile into Seungmin’s backseat. Seungmin looks back at them in the rearview mirror scornfully. It’s not that Seungmin is opposed to smoking weed. Truthfully, Seungmin disapproves of Minho and Felix avoiding their feelings in favor of lecherous distractions like weed, alcohol, and sex. 

Seungmin drives them to a club much nicer than Minxx. The exclusive club, Urge, has a months-long waiting list that they bypass by name dropping Lee Felix. 

Felix’s connections are endless. He’s very popular in the club scene. Club owners and patrons alike clamor at the opportunity to have Felix’s attention. He’s in high demand and attracts business simply by attending a club. As they enter Urge, Minho can palpably feel the thrum of music. 

Seungmin doesn’t spare Minho or Felix a second glance before asking Jeongin to dance. The pair disappear into the crowd of club goers. 

Urge is packed with beautiful people, all pressed together like sardines. Music bellows from the speakers with better acoustic quality than Minxx, but it’s all pretty much the same to Minho. This place is simply a sensory distraction for Minho; so many sounds and sensations that divert attention away from Minho’s painful thoughts. If he lets himself think about Jisung, he’ll end up crying all night. However, here he can fall into the arms of an attractive man for the night. He can get drunk and high enough to forget his heartbreak. 

Minho and Felix head directly to the bar and take shots of tequila. Someone at the bar takes a body shot and Felix suggests they do one too. He excitedly hops onto the bar and lies back. The bartender places the shot glass between Felix’s bare thighs. Minho smirks up at Felix before he leans down to take the shot. His lips brush against the silky skin of Felix’s thighs before he tosses the shot back with his mouth alone, keeping his hands behind his back. 

Felix giggles and his nose scrunches up cutely. Minho returns the shot glass to the bartender and helps Lix down onto his feet. His hand presses into Felix’s lower back to steady him. 

Felix looks gorgeous tonight. His short, sapphire dress clings to him like a second skin. The coordinating blue tinted smokey eyeshadow accentuates his large, doe eyes. 

Minho takes Felix’s hand and leads him onto the dancefloor with ease. The pair grind to the music, Felix’s body pressed tightly against him. He starts to feel pleasure building in his core and drifting down to his cock. Marijuana and alcohol swirl in his veins making his mind sluggish and intensifying the feeling of Felix’s body against his. 

The smell of Felix’s green apple body wash wafts into his nose. Minho drags his lips over the sensitive skin of his neck causing the younger to groan. The sound is gravelly and deep, causing renewed sparks of desire to travel down his spine. 

Felix is a safe choice for a hookup, Minho reasons. They’ve hooked up before, he’s a good fuck, and he won’t catch any feelings for Minho because he’s already in love with Chris. 

The pair dance for a while, rotating between grinding and swaying. They hold on to each other and giggle at one point, high and pressed together by the crowd of club goers around them. Felix looks through his eyelashes at Minho and his wide pupils reflect the technicolor club lights. 

Minho cups Felix’s face and leans down to kiss him. He’s startled by the sensation of wrongness. He’s kissed Felix dozens of times, but this time something in his heart twinges painfully. His lips aren’t the right shape, and his mouth tastes different than Jisung’s. 

Minho leans away from his face and pulls them chest to chest instead, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder. He looks up to meet an angry and familiar glare from across the dancefloor. He locks eyes with Chris.

What the hell is he doing here?

Felix’s back is to Chris and he can’t see their hyung’s expression. Minho on the other hand receives every ounce of jealous wrath from Chris’ stare. 

This is the opposite of the reason we came out tonight. Minho thinks to himself. We’re supposed to be avoiding boy drama tonight.  

Chris pushes his way through the crowd to approach the pair where they stand, still swaying to the music. Felix remains blissfully unaware of Chris’ presence as he advances. 

Minho drops his hold on Felix and steps away from him. He looks over Felix’s shoulder to mouth at Chris: you idiot!

Chris isn’t looking at him though. His eyes never deviate from the back of Felix’s head. 

Felix looks behind him to see who Minho is mouthing to. “Chan?”

Chris gazes at him stupidly like he’s been physically stricken by Felix’s beauty. It feels like a knife to Minho’s gut. A bolt of pain shoots through his chest when he realizes he probably looked at Jisung with the same lovelorn admiration. 

“Uh, hey.” Chris smiles, his eyes boring into Felix. 

Minho wants to throw up. This is not what he was expecting but he relents, letting Chris take his place pressed against Felix and exiting the dance floor. 

Minho feels a sense of resentful envy wash over him. He meant what he told Seungmin when he said Jisung wasn’t like them. Jisung is too rich and important to date someone like Minho, but Chris and Felix are different. They didn’t have some fucked up sex-for-pay arrangement. They love each other and deserve to be happy even if it means Minho is depressed and crossfaded by himself in a club he’s never been to. 

Minho desperately needs another drink. He sits at the bar, drinking alone, and feeling overly annoyed by the loudness of the music blaring from the club’s speakers. 

He wants to get shitfaced, but it’s probably not a good idea. He still hasn’t seen Seungmin and Jeongin. Moreover, he doesn’t want to interrupt Chris and Felix who are pressed against each other and panting into one another’s mouths. 

Minho recoils at the sensation of frustration and acrimony he feels as he watches them dance together. 

In his despondent state, he doesn’t notice the man that sits beside him at the bar until he turns to speak to Minho. 

“Ouch. I know that feeling. Can I buy you a drink?” The man asks him. 

Minho turns to acknowledge him and is immediately taken aback by his absurd beauty. A supermodel has just offered to buy him a drink and he couldn't care less. 

Terrible timing. 

“Sure.” Minho says softly. “Though I can’t imagine you know much about rejection.”

The supermodel laughs to himself. “You would be wrong then. Can I ask your name?”

“Minho. And you?”

“Seonghwa. I’m here to get drunk because I finally gathered the courage to tell my roommate and best friend that I love him and he made it clear he wasn’t interested in me romantically.”

Minho winces. “I should be buying you a drink, Seonghwa-ssi.”

Seonghwa shakes his head shyly. “Oh no, I’m trying to be a gentleman here. You can drop the honorifics.”

“I just got dumped by a man I wasn’t even dating.” Minho sighs.

Seonghwa smiles at him awkwardly. “Sometimes people simply want different things. You’ll find love again. We both will.”

“Are you coming on to me?” Minho giggles, he lets himself entertain the idea of letting Seonghwa take him home. 

Seonghwa’s smile turns into a serious expression. “You deserve better than a drunken hookup.”

The seriousness in his voice paired with his shy smile goes straight to Minho’s stomach. He feels like someone that deserves to be used and thrown away, but Seonghwa thinks he deserves better . 

Their drinks arrive and Minho finds himself grateful for Seonghwa’s company. “Tell me about him. The roommate.”

“Hongjoong? He’s my best friend and I wanted to live with him, despite my reservations about his cleaning habits. However, I did not expect to fall even more in love with him. I couldn’t help it. He’s so…” Seonghwa trails off. 

Minho waits for him to finish his sentence. Seonghwa clears his throat. “Sorry. It’s just… being in love with him and seeing him look so… domestic everyday is painful. I finally broke and told him how I feel.”

Minho frowns. “If you’re struggling then there’s no hope for us mortals.”

Seonghwa laughs and covers his mouth as though he’s surprised by Minho’s words. “You flatter me.”

“Is it flattery to state the obvious?” Minho asks. 

“If we’re being objective, you’re very beautiful as well.” Seonghwa regards him. His eyes scan Minho up and down. “Tell me about your ex-lover.”

“He’s rich and closeted. Conservative parents. We were both clear that our relationship was purely sexual and I caught feelings.”

Seonghwa frowns. “That’s tough. Which is he? The blonde pixie or muscly hunk?” He gestures toward Felix and Chris on the dance floor. 

His question startles a genuine laugh out of Minho. “Neither, actually. Those are my friends, Felix and Chris. They have their own story. I guess I was just a little jealous that they’re getting their happy ending now. It was supposed to be a non-romantic night.”

Seonghwa hums. “Would you like to spend your night getting very drunk with me instead?”

Minho grins. “Sounds like a plan.”

He learns that Seonghwa is also a dancer. The pair become increasingly intoxicated as they chat at the bar. Minho doesn’t realize how long they had been talking until the bartender announces the last call of the night. 

Seungmin materializes at his side. “Will you need a ride home or are you leaving with your new friend?” He tips his head toward Seonghwa. 

It appears Seonghwa also has a friend that arrived to collect him for the night. Minho sighs. “Have you seen Chris and Felix?”

Seungmin’s face scrunches in disgust. “Unfortunately.”

Minho turns to Seonghwa. “You’ve been excellent company and I’d love to see you again. Do you want to exchange numbers?”

Seonghwa’s cheeks redden and he nods, handing Minho his phone. He sends Minho a message right then with a gif of an animated bunny. 

It reminds him of Jisung. Minho smiles. 

Unsurprisingly, Felix goes home with Chris. Seungmin drops Minho off at his apartment though he seems vaguely irritated with Minho for interrupting his night with Jeongin 

Once inside and alone, the still silence of his apartment quickly grows suffocating. Despite the alcohol making him feel drowsy, sleep eludes him as he lies in bed. 

He hates himself as he types in Jisung’s name to find his social media. He lied when he told Jisung he knew about his rap name from Changbin. Minho discovered his rap songs after scrolling 4 years back on his profile. 

He listened to every song Jisung uploaded. His songs were certainly rough and underdeveloped, but Jisung had an enticing voice and flow. The lyrics were compelling, albeit occasionally cringy. Overall, Minho really likes his songs.

He scrolls down until he finds a candid photo of Jisung laughing captured by Hyunjin. He looks beautiful. 

Minho cries himself to sleep. 

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Minho has a couple days off work. He goes through the motions of his daily routine, but he feels like a ghost haunting his apartment. He spends most of Monday nervously running through his audition choreography. 

His dance moves are perfectly executed, but there’s still something off about his performance, a mechanical, lifeless quality that he can’t shake. 

He has been exchanging texts with Seonghwa. He’s grateful to Seonghwa for providing both encouragement and distraction. 

Everyday he summons the willpower to resist texting Jisung. He doesn’t even know what he would say. He types out a hundred different messages but they always sound desperate and pathetic when he reads them back. 

On the day of his audition, he forces himself to drink a protein smoothie despite his anxiety twisting his insides into knots. He’s not nervous about the choreography; however, he does fear for the performance aspect of his routine. 

In the end, he feels his audition performance was neither extraordinary nor irredeemably bad. He couldn’t read the judges’ expressions. The company assured him that he should hear something back from them within a week. 

Minho expects to feel at least partially relieved after his audition, but he’s stuck cycling between apathy and soul crushing depression. He distracts himself from feeling sad as often as possible; he keeps himself busy with his coursework and extra shifts at Minxx. 

However, even his shifts at Minxx fail to divert his attention away from his heartbreak. Felix and Chris confirmed their relationship status and are constantly staring at one another with dual lovesick expressions. 

Seungmin and Jeongin have taken to flirting constantly though they have not determined their relationship. Regardless, Minho finds it extremely irritating that everyone is joyfully besotted with their partners while Minho is continually reminded of his own agonizing loneliness. 

He finally snaps when Jeongin fails to start his song on time as he runs through his new work routine because he’s too busy teasing Seungmin. 

“Yang Jeongin, you don’t get paid to stand around and flirt! All you need to do is press the play button.” Minho admonishes. 

“I’m sorry hyung.” Jeongin avoids his eyes. 

“You only have one job and you can’t do that correctly?”

Felix steps out of his dressing room to look directly at Minho. “Hey, don’t talk to him like that.”

Minho has never experienced Felix’s anger directed at him. His stomach drops when he notices Seungmin’s matching scowl. 

“Whatever. I’m leaving.” Minho marches back to his dressing room stubbornly. He knows he was too harsh on Jeongin but he also wants to get the hell out of there. 

Minho is intercepted as he attempts to leave through the back door. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Chris says. He stands, arms crossed, in front of the exit. 

“What do you need from me, Chris?” Minho says wearily. 

“I know you’re hurting, Min. We can all see that. Let us be there for you.”

Minho’s throat closes up and he feels treacherous tears well up in the corners of his eyes. “There’s nothing to say. We both got what we wanted out of our arrangement and now it’s over.”

Chris narrows his eyes. “You’re in love with him.”

Minho doesn’t deny it. What’s the point?

“Yeah. He doesn’t feel the same way, ok? So I’m just going to get over it.” Hot tears pour down his cheeks.

Minho hates crying. He hates the way it makes him feel. He loathes the pitying look on Chris’ face. 

He crosses his arms and pouts at Chris as though it will get him out of the conversation. Chris is unmoved by his petulance. 

“He said he doesn’t have feelings for you?” Chris asks simply. 

“He said ‘there’s no reason to see each other again’.” His voice cracks and he wraps his arms around himself. 

Chris steps forward to tug Minho into a crushing hug. 

Stupid, kind, considerate Chris. 

Minho surrenders and sobs into Chris’ shoulder. Chris rubs his large hands in soothing circles on Minho’s back. “I’m so sorry that he couldn’t see your value. But, Min, we love you. You are worthy of love.”

Minho shakes his head, still pressed against Chris’ shoulder. 

“I didn’t think I deserved to be loved and it made me miserable. You supported me then and I’m here with you now.” Chris says. 

“I didn’t know the last time I saw him would be the last time.” Minho’s voice is muffled by Chris’ shirt. “I didn’t even tell him that I…”

His throat closes up around the words. Chris hugs him tighter. “Hey, I know what that’s like. I didn't think I would have the courage to tell Lix that I loved him before he went away to culinary school in Australia.”

Minho leans back to look at Chris’ face. “Felix is moving to Australia?”

Chris blanches. “Moving back, yeah. I’m so sorry; I thought he told you.”

Minho shakes his head. A fresh wave of tears falls from his eyes. 

“Hey, it’s ok.” Chris soothes. “He’s not leaving until the fall.”

All Minho can imagine is a life without Felix or Jisung. “Does that mean… are you moving back to Australia as well?”

Chris blinks. “Minho…”

Minho pulls away from him as though he was burned. “I need to go.” 

He turns to storm out the front door instead. Chris calls after him, but Minho doesn’t stop walking until he reaches his bus stop. 

He has never felt so truly alone and terrified. He ignores calls from Felix, Chris, and Seungmin. 

Once he’s home, he wraps himself in his blanket and curls into a ball. The cats try to comfort him, plopping down next to him. Not even their soft purrs bring him comfort. 

Once again, Minho cries himself to sleep. 

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Jisung’s thumb hovers over the send arrow. Tears fall onto his phone screen, pixelating the words. There’s no coming back from this. He’s going to break Minho’s heart. He tries to tell himself that this is easier for Minho, that he’ll only bring further hardship into Minho’s life, but his lies don’t soothe him. 

Jisung has no right to feel the tremendous pain coursing through him. He knew better than to return to Minxx; he recognized from its inception that this arrangement would go up in brilliant, agonizing flames. Yet, he welcomed the heartache. He let his love for Minho grow unsustainable roots in his heart. 

His tears are ceaseless. He feels like he could flood his room and drown in his sorrow. 

But life must go on. 

Jisung forces himself to readjust to the rhythm of his life without Minho. He no longer feels excitement or hopefulness. Everyday he completes the same monotonous tasks and counts the minutes until he can leave. 

His days pass in depressing shades of gray, the color and happiness drained away. He pushes himself to look at his work assignments even if only to serve as a distraction from his own crushing despair. 

He knew that loving Minho was incomprehensibly stupid, yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret the experience. At least he could spare Minho from his father’s wrath. 

Hyunjin and Changbin come by his desk more than usual to check on him. Hyunjin always brings him a sandwich or a pastry to ensure that Jisung is eating. He forgets to eat more often than he remembers these days. He’s grateful for his friends, though he pretends to be annoyed by their doting. 

He combs through his father’s documents for the hundredth time, still searching for the thief from the previous audit. He’s had no luck tracing the missing funds back to a single employee. 

Moreover, the audit constantly reminds him of his night with Minho hidden away in his office. His heartache is renewed each time he lets himself remember the way Minho looked at him that night, with passion and desire fizzling between them. 

He unsuccessfully searches the office again for any link to the culprit. He grows increasingly agitated by his lack of findings. 

His father stops by his office to remind him about their plans this evening at the Kang residence. A dinner was arranged between their families to announce their engagement tonight. He grits his teeth and suppresses the fervent hatred for his father expanding in his chest. Where heartbreak left his chest cavity empty, a vicious malice for his father took up residence. 

As he sits at his desk, it occurs to Jisung that his father could be responsible for the missing funds, but he has no way to prove that when so many people had access to the accounts. Jisung suspects that was his father’s intention. He initially thought the thief appealed to his fathers vanity, but now he suspects that his father’s loose lips were a calculated choice that made it more difficult to pin him as the one reallocating funds. 

The money was withdrawn from his father’s business account, but there is no way to know where it ended up or who wired the money into an untraceable foreign bank account. The person embezzling ensured that the account wouldn’t be traced back to them.

He feels conflicted as he looks into his father’s own bank records. His hesitation does not come on behalf of his father’s privacy, but rather his own eagerness. He imagines a scenario in which he could obtain the leverage to force his father to call off the arranged marriage, but his father isn’t foolish enough to leave a trail. He should not allow himself to get excited by the prospect of beating his father at his own game, nor should he entertain the idea that Minho would care if he did. Minho has no obligation to him, especially after the way he ended things. 

However, if somehow he could trace the crime back to his father he could finally have the freedom to make his own choices. Perhaps, he needed this motivation to jumpstart his own battle for independence. 

Jisung reluctantly closes his computer. The evidence isn't going to jump from the screen and present itself to him. He surrenders for the night, getting ready for another opulent dinner party, a celebration of a sham engagement. 

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As he arrives at the Kang residence, he notices that the home is decorated beautifully for the occasion. The tables overflow with traditional Korean dishes and the smell of gin and freshly clipped cigars permeates through the home. Gold and white balloons fill the dining hall. A waitstaff brings out courses of twigim, japchae, and samgyeopsal served with banchan to the table. 

Jisung struggles to eat. His stomach tumbles over itself and he hopes that he’s selling the illusion of eating as he mimes a chewing motion. Both mothers are dressed in simple gowns to draw attention to his betrothed. Sumin wears a powder pink Selkie dress with matching pink blush on the apples of her cheeks. 

Sumin greets him with a shy smile before bowing to him. He returns the greeting. They stay silent for most of the meal as their parents discuss politics and stocks. It’s a standard dinner party for Jisung. He goes through the motions with practiced ease.  

Kang Sumin is the perfect picture of grace and femininity as she sits across from him. She sits with her shoulders back, confident yet deferential; her long, black hair falls over one shoulder and her polite smile never falters. 

She surprises Jisung when she stands from the table and turns to her parents. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to show my fiance around the estate.”

Her father nods and waves a dismissive hand at the pair. Jisung follows after her as they exit the backdoor to the garden. Sumin tugs him into an abnormally large garden shed and he dreads the thought of turning down her advances. She’s a beautiful woman, and if he wasn’t in love with Minho perhaps he could grow to like her properly. 

He opens his mouth to protest and is quickly silenced by a cutting look from his fiance. “Shut up. I didn’t bring you here to seduce you, you idiot.”

Jisung wants to be offended but he mainly feels relieved. Sumin continues before he has the opportunity to make a fool of himself further. “Listen, Jisung, I don’t want to marry you. I know you don’t want to marry me either.”

“Oh.” Jisung says, still finding it difficult to articulate. “Um, ok?”

Sumin rolls her eyes. “Oh my god. Listen, I’m a lesbian. When my parents discovered my girlfriend, they arranged this marriage. I don’t know what happened that led you here, but I can tell you this, I do not plan to go through with this fraudulent union. Are you going to help me get us out of this or not?”

Jisung blinks, he is temporarily stunned into silence. Finally he nods. “I want to help.”

“Good. That will make it easier.” Sumin says. She raises herself onto her toes to look out the shed’s window. “This is one of the only places in the house without surveillance. It might help to know what your father gains from our union.”

Jisung winces. “We’re not unalike. I fell in love with a man. My father did not approve. He thinks I’m incapable of finding a wife on my own.”

Sumin hums. “I suspected that may be the case. No offense, Jisung oppa, but I can spot a fellow queer a mile away.”

Jisung groans. “That doesn’t help us though.”

Sumin hums in consideration. “I can tell you this, my father is not wealthy by his own merit. He is known to gather information and use it to extort the wealthy. He’s known to others as the secret keeper. I would wager that he has some kind of bargaining chip against your father. A damn powerful one too if he managed to secure a marriage with Junghwa’s only child.”

Jisung mulls over this new piece of information. “Someone has been embezzling from the company, but I have no way to link the missing money to my father specifically. Nor do I know the purpose for these missing funds.”

Sumin pulls out her phone. “I tapped my father’s sitting room with my own mic. Let's see what we can learn from our fathers.”

Jisung suddenly feels overwhelmingly stupid for underestimating Sumin. She’s not the shy, quiet, obedient daughter he assumed. Though it’s not as if they had the chance to interact outside of their parents before now. 

The pair sit in silence momentarily waiting for their fathers to retire to the sitting room for cigars. Their voices come across Sumin’s phone speakers with a gritty quality. They are quick to veer into more heavy conversation once the doors close.

The faint sound of alcohol being poured into glasses and the flick of lighters fills the garden shed.  

“Junghwa, I’m so glad that we can be family after all this time.”

His father snorts. “I need your guarantee that no one learns of Misook.”

Sumin looks over at Jisung as though he knows who his father is referring to. He shrugs at her. 

“Don’t worry. You know your secret is safe with me, so long as my daughter has an equal share of the inheritance.”

“Your demands will be met, secretkeeper.” His father’s voice sounds strained as though he’s annoyed by the conversation. 

“Then you don’t need to worry about your secret getting out.”

The men sit in silence as they drink. Sumin clicks off the app. “Don’t worry. It’s being recorded so we won’t miss anything. I’ll send you the recording from a texting app. I recommend you use an app as well, so your father can’t view our messages.” Sumin pauses to write down her texting app number and tucks it into his jacket pocket. ”So, you don’t know anyone by the name Misook?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Do you think she has something to do with the money?”

Sumin hums. “We should probably head back before they notice we’re missing. Text me, ok? We’ll meet up to exchange information.”

They make their way back inside and their fathers follow shortly after them. Jisung and Sumin continue their act, pretending to flirt coyly. Sumin links her hand with his and rests her head on his shoulder. Their mothers coo at them.

Jisung feels electrified for the first time since his breakup with Minho. He has a friend in Sumin, a partner in crime. Her sharp wit contrasts her innocuous appearance. He finally feels like he has a real chance to uncover the truth and earn his freedom. 

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Jisung begins his hunt for information with renewed vigor after his garden shed conversation with Sumin. He patiently waits until all the employees file out of the office. Fluorescent lights click off, one by one, until the last person stops by his desk to say goodnight and tell him not to work too hard. 

Jisung leaves the office shortly after, clicking his own light off. 

Jisung pulls away to a nearby cafe where he orders a tea and cake. He uses a private VPN as he hacks into the central security system for Han Industries and turns off the feedback from the cameras. He leaves his car parked at the cafe as he returns on foot to the office building. He enters through the front door silently and makes his way through hallways lined with personal offices until he finds his target.  

He knows the code to enter his father’s office. He slips into the office stealthily, feeling as though he’s in a spy movie. He searches through his father’s drawers and finds nothing incriminating, unsurprisingly. His father is far too clever to leave something like that unattended. There is a single locked drawer in his desk. It has a physical key to unlock the drawer. Surely, there is something his father wants to keep safe within the drawer.

Jisung pulls out the drawer beneath the locked one. He jams his pocket knife into the seams of the drawer until the bottom falls out. 

Oddly enough, there’s only one thing within the locked drawer: a keycard for a hotel room.

Jisung immediately recognizes the keycard as a Banyan Tree Club Hotel room key. He pockets the key and carefully super glues the bottom of the drawer back in place. 

He flees the office and texts Sumin right away. They arrange to meet to discuss new developments at the library the following day. Jisung prays that the key gives them some insight into the growing mystery around the missing money and whoever Misook is and what she means to his father. 

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The office teems with whispers about the security breach. His father concluded in a company-wide email that it must have been some kind of cyber security attack. Jisung smiles to himself, pleased by his easy deception. 

Jisung leaves work and drives directly to the library to meet with Sumin. He finds her sitting by a tall window and immediately slides the stolen keycard across the formica table to her. 

Sumin raises an eyebrow before examining the keycard, narrowing her eyes as though her scrutiny will reveal more information.  

“This was the only thing hidden in my father’s locked drawer.” He informs her. “A keycard to a Banyan Tree Club Hotel room.”

“But why would he hide this?” Sumin wonders aloud. “There’s no room number on this card. We should go to the hotel and ask what room it belongs to. Maybe we’ll find something incriminating.”

Truthfully, Jisung is afraid to know what his father may be hiding in the hotel room, but they don’t have much time until his father notices that the key has been taken. 

“You have to do it. They’ll recognize me.” Jisung tells her. 

Sumin nods. “Right, but we go to the room together.”

Jisung locks eyes with her, wanting to impart his earnest gratitude. “Thank you. I know you have your own reasons, but I mean it.”

She matches his intensity. “Are you prepared to learn one of your father’s secrets? To blackmail him for your freedom? Your father may not easily submit to your demands.”

Jisung matches her intensity. “I’m terrified, but I have to make things right. I broke up with Minho because my father threatened to have him expelled from his university. He’s worked so hard to be where he is that I couldn’t live with myself if I took that away from him.”

Sumin sighs empathetically. “It’s time for us to stand up to our parents. After all this is over you can find him and apologize. Hopefully, he’ll understand that you did it to protect him. I thought about doing the same thing with my girlfriend.” She pauses, a fond expression takes over her small face. “She wouldn’t let me end our relationship because of my parents. She convinced me to fight back.”

She blushes as she talks about her girlfriend. Jisung is once again reinvigorated by her courage. The pair make their way to the Banyan Hotel. 

The grand hotel looks more extravagant as the sun dips lower in the sky, bathing the estate in sumptuous pinks and oranges. 

As they enter the palatial lobby, the pair are greeted by marble floors inlaid with gold and lavish water features. Jisung watches as Sumin charms the man at the front desk. She tells him she’s jet lagged and simply can’t remember her room number. He looks momentarily suspicious, but gives her the information. 

She tips her head toward the elevator and Jisung follows her queue to meet her at the elevator. They both step into the elevator. As the door shuts, Sumin turns to look at him with an urgent panic in her eyes. “474. A penthouse suite. The man at the front desk knew something was up. Someone lives there, permanently. I said perhaps, I grabbed the wrong key by mistake and that I would call my husband. We should go quickly.”

Jisung nods, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. “In and out.”

As they approach the door to the suite, Jisung almost feels like the air distorts around them in the narrow hallway. He’s struck by the feeling that things will never be the same after he crosses this threshold. Some knowledge cannot be unlearned.  

He knocks on the door, unsure what to say, he ends up echoing, “Room Service.” His voice mimics the aristocratic politeness he’s heard many times before. 

A dazzlingly beautiful woman answers the door with a confused expression. “I didn’t order anything.” She frowns at him before recognition sets in, causing her face to contort in horror. 

She wears a long, silken robe in pearlescent pink. Her soft brown hair falls in waves over her shoulder. Tears cascade over her rose tinted cheeks and Jisung feels like he’s been transported into a drama. 

“Misook?” He asks on a whim. 

She nods at him, crying harder. “I knew you would figure it out one day. I hoped I had more time.”

Jisung grinds his teeth. She must be his father’s lover. Is this really the secret his father went through so much trouble to hide?

“Would you like some tea?” Misook asks as she welcomes Jisung and Sumin into her suite. 

“I’d like to know how much money my father provides for you monthly.” Jisung looks around at the expensive apartment and connects the dots as to where the money has been going instantaneously. Still, it seems like a pretty large investment for his father, who rarely bought Jisung’s mother pricey gifts and she is his wife.  

It didn’t fully click in his mind until he saw a little girl toddle across the living room to hide behind her mother’s rope. 

A child. Of course.  

He notices the way Misook’s hand hovers over her belly as she prepares tea, the toddler on her hip. She walks past Jisung and Sumin, calling over her shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment. Lia is supposed to be down for her nap.”

Lia, my half sister. How could he have a sister he’s never met?

Sumin winces as she catches his frantic expression. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

When Misook returns, she’s dressed in wide leg, beige pants and a navy blouse. 

“I will confirm your suspicions. Lia is your half-sister. I never wanted to keep her a secret from her own family.” Misook’s eyes water as he looks at Jisung. 

Jisung’s throat constricts and Sumin quickly diverts Misook’s attention. 

“Misook-ssi, did you know that Junghwa was embezzling money from his company to support your lifestyle?” Sumin doesn’t withhold punches, it seems.

Misook shook her head. “You must be mistaken. My Junghwa would never steal money from his own company.” She frowns at Sumin. 

“I see. Could you tell us about your Junghwa?” Sumin narrows her eyes at the woman in front of them. Jisung almost wants to tell her to ease up, but he’s not quick enough to diffuse the growing tension in the room.

Misook leers at Sumin before looking at Jisung again. “You look so much like him, my Junghwa. So handsome.”

Jisung blinks in horrified shock. Nausea and revulsion battle for dominance within his gut. Misook continues speaking. “I hope I can give him a son this time.” 

Nausea urgently surges through him until it cannot be ignored. He stands quickly. “Where is your restroom?”

Misook points down the hall and Jisung practically runs for the door. 

He retches his stomach contents into Misook’s toilet. The trip to the Banyan Hotel was more than fruitful for his investigation against his father. He has all the information he needs to secure anything he could want in a negotiation with his father.  

Perhaps he should be happy with the new developments, elated even, but his vision becomes spotty when he thinks about what he’s learned today. Jisung needs to clear his head. 

He returns to Misook’s living room to collect Sumin to find the two women exchanging hateful glares. 

“We should go…” Jisung says. 

Misook sighs. Ignoring Sumin and focusing solely on Jisung. “I know it’s a lot for you, but please feel free to visit again. We’re family, Jisung-yah.”

Jisung’s head spins as he exits the Banyan Hotel. As he settles into the passenger seat of Sumin’s car, he lets himself succumb to the panic rising in his chest. 

He gasps for air, feeling as though his lungs are incapable of expanding. His hands shake and his heart races as rage courses through him. 

No. He’s not going to cower in fear a second longer. He tells himself. 

Sumin looks worried and she advises him to wait, to formulate a plan, but Jisung is done waiting. He’s done trying to be the perfect son, when his father has been living an entire double life. 

Sumin drops him off at his car, still parked at the library. He wraps her in a bone crushing hug. “Thank you. Don’t be a stranger, ok? I hope we can stay friends.”

Sumin smiles at him. “Of course. Good luck, Jisung-ah. I hope you get your man.”

Jisung sits in the driver’s seat of his car and takes a few steadying breaths before he sets off for the office building. 

He doesn’t waste time before he barges into his father’s office, swinging the door open with enough force that the handle hits the wall with a sharp pang. “How long were you going to hide my half siblings from me?”

Junghwa looks up at him with a horrified expression. “I don’t know what you mean.” He looks out at the stunned employees behind them. Jisung wants them to hear everything. 

“Cut the shit,” Jisung growls. “I know about Misook. I know about you embezzling funds to care for your lover and your bastard children.”

Junghwa splutters. “Jisung, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You need to calm down.”

“No! I’m not going to calm down! This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to write Changbin, Hyunjin, and I very generous letters of recommendation for our future employment. You’re going to call off the engagement to Kang Sumin. Most importantly, you’re never going to threaten Lee Minho again. I will be telling eomma about Misook and she’ll take everything from you in the divorce. If you even consider going against these demands, I’ll go to the authorities about the money you’ve been stealing from the company.”

Junghwa stares, mouth agape. There is genuine fear in his eyes that makes Jisung feel powerful. His father does something unexpected. He begins to cry. “Please, Jisung, don’t tell your eomma. She can’t bear that kind of news.” He falls to his knees in front of Jisung, begging. “Please, son, let’s talk about this. I know I haven’t been the kindest father, but I’ve always loved you.”

A cruel chuckle escapes him. “Get off the floor and face the consequences of your actions.”

Junghwa paws at him, blubbering and pleading. Jisung shakes his head, turning to leave. “Now who’s fucking pathetic?” 

The momentum and adrenaline propels him forward. He gets into his car and starts driving to Minho’s apartment. He has no idea what he’ll say to Minho, or if Minho will even speak to him at all, but he has to try. 

When he enters the lobby of Minho’s apartment building, he nearly bumps into Chris as he’s leaving. Chris does a double take before moving to putting himself between Jisung and the elevator. 

“Why are you here?” He asks, crossing his arms. 

“I need to apologize to Minho.” Jisung says confidently with his shoulders back.

“If you hurt him again, I will hurt you. Do you understand?” Chris looks him in the eye. The cold ferocity in his expression clearly communicates his message. 

“I don’t plan to hurt him.” Jisung says honestly. 

“You already have, Jisung.” Chris narrows his eyes. 

Jisung winces. “I know. All I’m asking is for the opportunity to apologize.”

Chris does not respond nor does he move from in front of Jisung. 

“Please,” Jisung’s voice cracks. “I need to tell him that I love him.”

Chris sighs in defeat. “This is your last chance.”

Jisung nods, eager to finally see Minho again. Chris steps aside to let Jisung step into the elevator. 

He feels momentous as he stands in front of Minho’s door. It feels more nerve wracking than confronting his father, but he needs to be honest with Minho. 

He recalls the first time he knocked on Minho’s door, how eager he was to see his hyung’s home, to spend time with Minho. He thinks he was doomed from the inception of their arrangement. He began falling for Minho the moment he scooped Jisung off the bathroom floor. 

Minho’s voice echoes through the door. “Christopher Bang, I told you I’m fine!” 

Jisung doesn’t say anything before the door swings open. Minho looks like he’s been crying and Jisung’s stomach clenches painfully.  

“Hi.” Jisung says. All his adrenaline and bravado disappears when he sees the way Minho schools his expression, removing any sign of exhaustion and pain.

“Jisung.” Minho meets his eyes. 

“I wanted to apologize.” Jisung forces the words out of his mouth around the lump in his throat. 

“Come in.” Minho says softly.

They sit and Minho pours hot water into two mugs to prepare tea. “I’m sorry.” Jisung blurts out. 

Minho blinks at him, wordlessly. “What part are you apologizing for exactly?”

Jisung takes a deep breath before explaining everything, including his father threatening Minho and discovering his half siblings. He stutters through an explanation of his actions. By the time he reaches the portion of the story that involves confronting Junghwa, he cries genuinely, fat streams leaking from the corners of his eyes. He needs to make Minho understand how scared he’s been, and how brave he felt when he finally made it back to Minho’s front door. 

Once he finishes they both sit in silence for a beat before Jisung begins to ramble again. “So, I was really just trying to protect you because I… I love you.”

Tears accumulate in Minho’s eyes and he blinks them away. “I love you too.”

“And I don’t expect —what?” Jisung says. 

“I love you too. I’m not angry, Jisung. I understand why you did it. Are you ok? That seems like a lot to take in.” Minho says, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. Jisung melts at the casual intimacy of his confession. 

“I think I’m happier now that I’m free of my father’s expectations.” He pauses. “I missed you so much.”

Minho leans in to kiss him gently. “I missed you too. So much so that I thought I would always have a Jisung shaped hole in my chest.”

“I don’t want to be apart again. Will you be mine?” Jisung asks. He looks up with a shy, hopeful expression. 

“I’m already yours, Sung. I think I was yours from the moment I met you.” Minho’s breath fans over his face. He presses his smile into Jisung’s lips. 

“I could kill you for breaking up with me via text, but I’ll let you off the hook this time.” Minho exhales a laugh. 

“Oh, don’t worry, I think Chris would beat you to it.” Jisung says cryptically.

Minho snorts. “You better not try anything like that again.” He doesn’t wait for a response before he leans in to slot their lips together again. 

They kiss until their lips are sore. Minho invites Jisung to stay for dinner. Jisung helps him prepare the food, setting out meat and vegetables. 

The night is surprisingly quiet. Jisung is grateful for the reprieve after the day of amateur detective work and emotional confrontations. The pair press themselves together as closely as they can. They move in tandem like two arms of the same machine. Jisung soaks up Minho’s quiet, serene energy. 

Jisung feels peaceful for the first time in a long time. He suspects that this is the beginning of a new chapter of his life. One ruled by his own desires and not the opinions of others. Loving Minho gave him courage to make his own decisions. As they sit in silence beside one another, Jisung feels different deep into his bones. He feels free for the first time in his life. 

Jisung forges a path forward, his passage carved by love and freedom.

Chapter Text

3 months later. 

Minho is quick to accept Felix’s Facetime call. He faces the window so the light is flattering. Chris and Felix appear on his phone, in front of several moving boxes. 

The Australian sun has already kissed Felix and Chris’ cheeks, leaving freckles in its wake. The couple look overjoyed. 

Jisung perches on the arm of the chair next to him. Jisung’s smile takes over his entire face as he reacts animatedly to Chris and Felix’s home tour. 

“Seungmin finally made things official with Innie.” Felix comments to Minho. 

Jisung and Chris have begun a separate conversation on their own Facetime, passionately discussing home studio ideas. Minho walks into the kitchen, smiling to himself as he hears Jisung’s voice echo across the apartment. 

Minho lets his satisfaction morph into a lazy grin. “Yeah, I’m happy for them. How’s living with Chan-hyung?”

Felix beams. “Better than I imagined. How have things been with Jisung? Have you asked him to move in with you yet?”

“I don’t want to rush him. He’s already starting a new job and dealing with his parent’s divorce.”

“But you miss sleeping next to him?” 

“I should have never told you that.” Minho hisses. 

Felix giggles. “Plus, Changbin and Hyunjin want to fuck in their apartment again without worrying about Jisung.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “I want to tell Jisung about getting the intern position at JH Dance Company over dinner tonight. Then maybe we can talk about moving in together.”

Felix’s smile widens impossibly further. “Aw, hyung, I know he’ll be elated.”

Minho scoffs. “You’re just drunk off the Australian sun and Bang Chan’s cock, but thank you.”

Felix splutters. “That has nothing to do with my genuine happiness for you two. How has Jisung taken to his new job? How has his mother been since filing for divorce?”

“Jisung is happier at his new job. He gets to teach kids about responsible money management and apparently the kids love him. As for his eomma, she also seems happier these days. She and I have Sunday brunch together routinely. She tells me stories from Jisung‘s childhood.”

Felix snorts. “Collecting dirt, hyung?”

Affection blooms in Minho’s chest. He ignores Felix’s question. “We’ll have to plan a trip to visit during the holidays.”

“Of course! We would love to have you.” Felix opens his mouth to say something else but is swiftly cut off by Chris’ arms around his middle, lifting him off his feet. 

Felix turns to chastise his boyfriend, but Minho cuts them both off. “Ok, lovebirds, I’m going to say bye now.”

“Bye, hyung!” Felix says before the screen returns to the phone app.

Minho treks through his own apartment to find Jisung in the bathroom, frowning. 

“Why are you making that face?” Minho asks, appearing behind him in the bathroom mirror. 

“Just noticed that I don’t have my own face cream and toothbrush here.”

Minho nods. “Well, you can always leave some of your things here…”

He trails off, chewing on his bottom lip. “I was going to wait until dinner to ask, but you could move in? If you wanted. No pressure, of course, I mean…”

Jisung tackles him in a hug. His arms crush their bodies together. “Of course I want to! I need a break from listening to Hyunjin and Changbin fucking. Plus, Sumin keeps asking me when I’m going to ‘grow some balls and ask to live together.’”

Minho feels himself relax at the confirmation. “I have something else to tell you too.”

“Oh?” Jisung asks, reaching a hand up to cup Minho’s face. 

“I got the intern position at the dance company I recently applied for.” He blushes at the news, feeling somewhat surreal. 

“I’m so proud of you, hyung!” Jisung brushes his thumb over Minho’s cheek. 

Pesky tears threaten to spill over Minho’s eyelashes. He tries to blink them away before tucking his head into the crook of Jisung’s shoulder. 

“I knew you would get a position sooner or later, but I’m so happy for you. We should celebrate.” His voice drops low and suggestive. 

Minho snorts. “What do you have in mind?”

Jisung leans back to meet his eyes before letting his gaze travel down Minho’s body appreciatively. “I can think of a few things.”

Jisung kisses him passionately. He doesn’t waste any time deepening their embrace. Jisung walks Minho back to the bed until the back of his knees are met by the foot of the bed. 

Jisung flattens his hand over Minho’s chest, pushing him into bed and crawling on top of him. “Let me take care of you this time, baby.”

Minho doesn’t have the time nor wherewithal to protest when Jisung is already peppering kisses down his neck. 

He takes his time lavishing open mouthed kisses over Minho‘s chest. Jisung discovered that his chest is sensitive and never fails to exploit that information. 

Whines pass through his lips unbidden. He doesn’t give his body permission to fall apart beneath Jisung, but that’s what happens.

Pleasure sizzles through his veins like lightning. “Jagiyaaaa,” Minho whines. 

His boyfriend continues as though Minho isn’t pleading with him. His fingers unbutton Minho’s shirt as he mouths lower, across his stomach, over the scar he has from a childhood surgery, landing on his hip. 

He looks up to meet Minho’s eyes as he sucks a mark into the tender skin where his thigh meets his hip. Minho arches his back and lifts his hips. Jisung grumbles a complaint before he grips both of Minho’s hips and pushes them firmly down against the bed. 

“Stay still, kitten.” Jisung’s voice deepens with authority and Minho shivers. 

Jisung makes the same painstakingly thorough path along Minho’s thighs, leaving a trail of bruises over his skin. Coherency is a distant memory for Minho who has been reduced to whining as Jisung teases him. 

The younger man is still avoiding his cock in favor of turning Minho onto his stomach. Minho utilities the opportunity to lift his ass and press back against his boyfriend. 

“Cute.” Jisung says before he smacks Minho’s ass. Minho looks over his shoulder to pout at him. 

Jisung rolls his eyes. “You’ll learn patience one day, kitten.” He says though he does bring his mouth down to lick a broadly over Minho’s hole. Jisung’s technique has only improved in their time together. 

He learns the way Minho likes to feel his tongue lapping over his hole. He’s diligent with his hands as well, gently coaxing his fingers into Minho and massaging along his walls. 

He prods at Minho’s prostate with coy, teasing movements until Minho feels like he could scream with desperation. Jisung seems delighted in his response. 

“So eager for me.” Jisung mocks as though he hasn’t been riling Minho up for the past thirty minutes. 

When Jisung finally slides his cock inside, Minho’s eyes roll back. He never quite gets used to the feeling of fullness. His boyfriend keeps a firm grip on his hips as he rocks into Minho. 

Minho isn’t used to feeling small or vulnerable during sex. He didn’t think it would even appeal to him to take on a submissive role, but with Jisung it’s magical . 

He trusts and loves Jisung implicitly. No one else has made him feel so safe and loved. His eyes begin to water. “Wait, jagi, can I turn over? I want to look at you.”

“Of course.” Jisung says, pulling out to let Minho readjust his position. 

Jisung grabs a pillow from behind him. “C’mon? Lift your hips for me.”

Minho raises an eyebrow, but does as he’s told. Jisung smiles down at him. “I learned from the best.”

Minho laughs wetly, tears stream down his cheeks. 

“Are you ok, baby?” Jisung’s expression shifts to worry. 

“More than ok.” Minho whispers before drawing his boyfriend in for a kiss. 

They kiss even as Jisung fumbles to slide his cock back into Minho. Jisung stays close to Minho, his hands planted on either side of his head, and looks into his eyes as he thrusts forward. 

Minho can’t stop the litany of obscene noises that fall from his lips. His boyfriend loses his own cocky facade as he drives them both closer to climax. 

Jisung whimpers. “Feels so good, kitten.”

Minho clenches tightly around his cock and smiles vindictively at the way Jisung groans. His perfect chest is flushed from exertion, heaving with exaggerated breaths. Minho bites down on his own button lip. 

“Am I making you feel good, daddy?” Minho teases. They discussed possibly using the name, Jisung said the term seemed too unserious , but his reaction to Minho’s use of the term is immediate. His face crumbles as though he’s in pain and he pitches forward as he comes. Minho grabs his own cock, jerking himself off. It doesn’t take long for him to come with the image of Jisung’s pleasure stricken face burned into his mind.

They both pant for a moment before cleaning up. 

“You idiot.” Minho says. “You’re definitely into being called daddy.”

Jisung winces. “But it’s so cringe , hyung. Promise me you won’t tell Hyunjin. Swear.”

Minho cackles in his face, doubling over with tears in his eyes. 

“I understand this is funny for you, hyung, but I will literally die if Hyunjin exploits this fact for the rest of my life.” Jisung looks very dramatic with a hand placed over his heart. 

Minho rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to tell Hyunjin.”

“Not even in a joking way.” Jisung implores, his face still genuinely concerned. 

“I promise I will not tell your friends you like to be called daddy.” Minho extends a hand to shake on it.

Jisung shakes his hand and visibly relaxes. “Ok good. How did you feel about calling me that ?”

“Aw, you can’t even say it.” Minho pokes his cheek. 

Jisung pouts. “Hyung, I’m seriously asking.”

“I liked the way you looked, daddy .” Minho says. 

Jisung moans. “You’re unfairly sexy. I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend.”

Minho kisses the smile off his lips. “I love you.”