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Jisung loves his desk at work, in fact, he’d go as far as to say he’s in love with it. He’s right next to the wall to floor window so he can bask in the sun whilst his coworkers aren’t looking, he has a direct eye line into the break room so he can plan his company when he goes for coffee, and best of all, the desk opposite him is empty.

When Jisung had first been hired at his game development company just over a year ago, Sunghyun, an obtuse man in his late forties had occupied the desk opposite Jisung, and the three months Jisung had to spend with the man had been the most excruciating three months of his life (as he would loudly complain to whichever unlucky coworker was leaving work at the same time as him). The older man, who worked for HR but had somehow ended up on the same floor as the software and graphics developers, had the most stuck up attitude Jisung had ever encountered and had spent the majority of his unfocused time berating him. The last few weeks that Sunghyun had spent in the office had nearly pushed Jisung into googling the best ways to dispose of a body.

But luckily for Jisung, Sunghyun’s wife, who Jisung could only assume was ten times more inflammatory than Sunghyun, had managed to goad the man into moving halfway across the country thus leaving his desk completely and blissfully unoccupied. Needless to say, Jisung, Hyunjin and a handful of other staff on the floor had had a subtle (incredibly unsubtle) celebration to mark the man's departure including more shots than Jisung could count and a hangover he’d rather forget.

The following Monday Jisung had proceeded to spread his monitors, and way more figurines than his higher-ups would approve of, onto the now bare desk in front of him. And thus began six months of pure bliss, free of Sunghyun’s derogatory comments, fully stretched legs and the perfect line of fire to flick bits of paper at Hyunjin’s head when he’s feeling bored, or whenever really.

So needless to say, Jisung is pretty pissed off when their supervisor tells him just before his shift ends on Thursday that he needs to budge his stuff over to make room for the new employee starting on Monday. Unfortunately for Hyunjin, putting him in a bad mood for their Thursday Bro’s Night.

“I don’t get why you’re so worked up about having a desk buddy. Jeongin and I get along great,” Hyunjin sighs. He’d just missed another goal in FIFA.

“That’s ‘cos Jeongin’s nice and not a raging psychopath. Also, it probably helps that you’re sleeping with him.”

Hyunjin carries on as if he hadn’t heard Jisung’s last comment. “And you know the new guy who you haven’t even met yet is?”

“He must be if he thinks he can waltz into the office and steal my precious space.”

“You’re so dramatic.” Hyunjin leans towards the table to grab another can of beer. Jisung’s suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to snatch the can out of his hand, is this Hwang Hyunjin calling him dramatic? “For the loudest person in the office, I don’t get why you’re so worked up about someone sitting less than two metres away from you. It’s like you’re some weird cave dweller over there sometimes.”

“Hey! You’re louder!” The sound of Hyunjin getting the back of his head smacked fills the living room, a little bit of white claw spilling onto the carpet that they both ignore. “Ever thought that some of us actually want to get their work done instead of flirting, you slut.”

“Think you’re getting me confused with Chan,” Hyunjin grins. “Anyway, just ‘cos you’re not getting laid there’s no need to take it out on me, dude.”

“Fuck off,” Jisung grumbles turning back to the TV, Hyunjin’s team’s score is starting to pick up again.

“Nah seriously Sung, when’s the last time you hooked up with someone? Must have been at that party three months ago.”

“Was not,” It was, in fact, at the party three months ago.

“Hey, if the new guy’s cute maybe you can end your dry streak.”

“Shut up, I’m not gonna sleep with the guy who’s about to ruin my currently perfect life.” Jisung winces as Hyunjin snorts a mouthful of beer up his nose.

“Perfect life, huh? Strong words for a man that eats takeaway three times a week and hasn’t dicked anyone down in half a year.”

“Three months is not half a year, you dick.”

“Ah, so it was three months ago!” Hyunjin squeals as Jisung jabs a sharp hand into his side, tickling his flank. Hyunjin really should’ve known better than taunting the boy who knows all his weak spots. “Stop, Stop dude, I promise I’ll stop teasing you!”

Jisung relents after a few more well-aimed pokes to Hyunjin’s side, leaning back over to pick up his forgotten controller. “God, you’re so annoying, Hyung. There’s no way I’m sleeping with the new guy.”

“What if he’s cute though?” Hyunjin makes no move to restart the game, instead, smiling over at Jisung as he pointedly ignores him.

“As if, it’ll probably be another guy in his sixties like last time.”

“Poor dear Jisung, we’re gonna have to get you laid soon before you blow. Hey, I wonder if Felix’s new roomie is single?” Hyunjin doesn’t get any more words out before Jisung ditches the controller and starts tickling him again.

The weekends usually saw Jisung, Hyunjin and their friend Felix making plans but with the other two busy, Felix helping his new flatmate settle in and Hyunjin spending time with his parents (or more likely trying to get Jeongin to come over to his), Jisung’s weekend was spent uneventfully on his couch where he may or may not have spent a number of hours with his hand down his pants.

Before he knows it he’s ambling into the 5th-floor offices at his usual five minutes late. Unusually, however, there’s an unfamiliar figure perched by his desk alongside his boss.

His supervisor, Chan, calls him over with his usual cheerfulness when he notices him sluggishly making his way over to the pair. “This is Minho, the guy I was telling you about on Thursday?”

The man, Minho, stands about the same height as him, maybe an inch shorter but the stiff posture in his shoulders make him look a little taller. He waves one hand at Jisung while the other stays firmly wedged in his front pocket. Jisung merely grunts in reply, Minho sure looks like a bundle of fun.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Chan says after a short pause, shifting his body once again towards the newcomer. “Minho, I’ll catch up with you at lunch, yeah?” The corner of Minho’s mouth twitches upwards and he hums as Chan pats his shoulder on his way back to his office.

Jisung barely holds in his scoff as he puts down his bag and starts to set up his computer. He certainly hadn’t received any special treatment when he had first started here yet the new guy was already getting lunch with their boss?

“Ilsung, right?” Minho’s soft voice interrupts his thoughts. Now that they were both seated at their respective desks Jisung’s quick to realise he’s going to have a hard time avoiding the other boy when his mop of brown hair pops out right in between Jisung’s two monitors.

“Jisung,” he replies, catching Minho’s inquisitive eyes that are waiting for an answer.

“Oh right,” he laughs, head tilting down slightly. Was Minho Blushing? “Well, I’m Minho,” The shy smile has returned to his curvy lips.

“Yeah, I know,” Jisung replies shortly, turning his back to Minho to shuffle through his backpack. Fortunately, Minho seems to get the hint and turns back to his computer too.

Not five minutes later though, the boy’s eyes are once again peering between the computers to catch Jisung’s. “So, you’re a designer then?” his head nodding towards the graphics tablet on Jisung’s desk, fringe bouncing back over his forehead gracefully.

“...Yes.”

“That’s cool! I do coding, I’ve been specialising in AI, but 3D model design is pretty cool too. Do you-”, The boy's quick voice cuts off abruptly as he notices Jisung’s incredulous expression. Was this kid seriously trying to have a conversation with him before it was even 9:30?

“I’m gonna get a coffee, stand-up will be in ten,” Jisung says, beginning to stand as the silence stretches between them. Minho’s face, much stonier than before, catches his eye as he walks past him.

Unfortunately for Jisung, he had picked the worst possible time to escape to the break room which is currently occupied but the single loudest employee on their floor, Jaeyoung. Normally, he's a pretty even match for him but Jisung, determined to stay in his bad mood, is having difficulties. He only manages to escape his incessant chattering when the floor begins to gather around the whiteboards in the far corner for stand-up.

Scanning the room as Chan begins to talk, Jisung spots Minho on the opposite side, his legs extended as he leans against the desk behind him. It looks as though Minho had been acquainted with everyone in their department before Jisung had arrived this morning as he’s managed to insert himself successfully into the little clique of software engineers who work in the same field as Minho.

Jisung, being situated close to Chan, is one of the first to talk and as they work around the room, Jisung lets himself zone out, letting his eyes drift back over to Minho. In his more relaxed posture, it’s much easier for Jisung to observe the other man.

It's almost comical, he notes, how good Minho can look simply perched on their office furniture. He’d looked quite petit before, the high waisted fit of his blue jeans and subtle heels on his black boots accentuating his leg’s length and the curves of his hips and thighs. But the longer Jisung looks, the more he notices how well built he is. It’s not like Jisung’s normallyally thinking about how toned near stranger’s thighs are but Jisung’s sure he can be forgiven with how exceptional Minho’s look to be.

As Chan starts to wrap up, Jisung’s gaze continues to follow the roll of Minho’s straight shoulders as he pushes himself up off the desk. It takes a couple more moments than Jisung would like to admit for him to snap out of his daze and follow Minho’s stride back to their little corner.

When they sit back down, Minho seems to have gotten the hint from Jisung’s hasty departure earlier that he isn’t interested in chatting as he spends the next two hours with his mouth pressed in a thin line. By the time Chan comes to fetch him from his desk at half 12 he doesn’t even bother saying bye, pushing his chair back with a sharp screech as he follows Chan to the door.

Lunch ended up being an unusually solitary affair for Jisung, Hyunjin suspiciously disappearing a few minutes after Jeongin had announced he was taking his break and leaving Jisung without an explanation or a lunch buddy. He knew he’d be welcome with anyone else in the office, Yeri had even offered for him to join her and Sooyoung at the new cafe that had opened up down the street, but Jisung had declined, choosing instead to stay at his desk and wallow in his misplaced sense of self-pity.

Minho returns to the office an hour and a half later with Chan’s arm slung casually around his shoulder, giggling at some quip he’d just made. Jisung grumbles, what exactly is Minho’s game here? Is the man really sucking up to their boss on his first day to aim for a promotion?

Minho seems to notice Jisung’s sour expression as he settles back down at his seat, raising his eyebrows at the man when they catch each other's gaze.

“Good lunch?” Minho sounds careful and calculated, only serving to antagonise Jisung further. Is he taking a jab at him for eating alone whilst he wormed his way into their boss’s good books?

“Fine, thanks for asking.” Poison drips so heavily from Jisung’s words that Minho can barely hide the way he flinches back from him.

Minho considers the other man for a few more seconds before turning his nose up at him and focusing back on his work. Somehow even the smallest gestures by the man manage to wind Jisung up even further, with him spending the next couple hours with his mind split between his work and the man opposite him. The few times they catch each other's eyes through the gaps in the desktops Jisung makes exaggerated huffing noises while Minho turns back to his work, his nails clicking on his keyboard with notably more aggression than before.

Despite the distractions, Jisung still manages to finish the work he’d set himself earlier than expected. Choosing to call it a day rather than get a headstart on tomorrow's quota, he grabs his bag and makes his way out of the office, ignoring Minho completely before saying goodbye to the rest of the office. Minho mutters something under his breath as Jisung passes by his shoulder but it’s too quiet for the other man to catch.

He fills his subway journey home by spamming nonsensical texts to Hyunjin about how Minho has the personality of a wet fish and how he must have been put on earth solely to grate Jisung’s nerves. His texts go largely unanswered which is definitely due to Hyunjin being busy with his boy toy and not because he knows better than to encourage Jisung’s dramatics.

The hours after work pass seem to drag on forever despite the unusual eventfulness of his office hours, Jisung’s mind too caught up in intrusive thoughts about Minho to focus on any task long enough to be distracted. When his head finally hits the pillow, he’s out like a light, pictures of piercing eyes and sharp bones swimming behind his eyelids.

The rest of the week continues in a similar fashion to Monday, Jisung arriving at work to Minho already sitting at his desk, back pin-straight, checking his emails. Minho seems to default to his factory settings each night because every morning he makes the same hopeless attempt to engage Jisung in conversation with Jisung’s natural sour morning mood quickly taking his chipper attitude down a peg. The pair exchange their usual back and forth with each day seeing Minho more confident in dishing out clapbacks to Jisung’s petty jabs.

Hyunjin, being his usual amicable self, has found a way to befriend Minho while Jisung is otherwise distracted and on Thursday he even goes as far as to invite Minho to their usual spot for lunch. Jisung, always a quick thinker, manages to drag Hyunjin away with some spout about needing to talk to him urgently before Minho can even get an answer out. It’s probably best he doesn’t see the bright expression slip off Minho’s face as they rush through the door to the elevators.

Minho hardly seems affected by Jisung’s rejection later though and ambles back into the office after lunch shortly after Jisung and Hyunjin return, following quickly on the heels of Jeongin and Seulgi. Jisung can barely contain his snigger as Minho settles himself back in his seat, it looks as though Minho’s finally had to drop his teacher’s pet act after spending his lunches traipsing after Chan three days in a row.

Jisung’s obviously not as quiet as he thought he was as Minho’s eyes quickly narrow, “Eat something bad for lunch, Jisung?”

“Not at all, Hyung, thanks for your concern,” He’s quick to fire back, a sickly sweet smile pulling at his lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother asking next time.” His fingers going back to incessantly flying over his keyboard. God, Jisung wishes he’d kept his mouth shut if it kept Minho from being so loud.

The air between them is awkward but that the very least it’s static, Jisung can match Minho’s frostiness without much trouble and sad as it is, he’s now used to bothering Hyunjin all lunch with whatever Minho’s done to piss him off that day.

The climate on Friday, however, takes a steep turn for the worst.

With the office’s usual dress code being pretty relaxed and Chan being the fun and cool boss that he is, he had decided to introduce formal Fridays into the office every other week. Jisung has a sneaking suspicion it’s less of a ploy to boost office morale and more of an excuse to inflict the god awful novelty ties Felix has been buying Chan on his unsuspecting colleagues.

At first, Jisung had enjoyed it, after all, he knew he looked good dressed up, going all out with his outfit and flirting with unsuspecting employees for shits and giggles but after a couple of months of playing along with Chan’s whims even he had gotten bored.

It’s safe to say that after switching gears, Jisung’s finessed the art of half-assing formal Fridays just the right amount so he can get away with it, usually managing to turn up in black jeans and risking trainers every few months. This Friday, his attitude is no different. Trousers a touch too tight and a criminal number of buttons on his white shirt left undone (if anyone asks, it's because the middle of summer is near and Jisung runs hot).

He’s unusually early this morning, leather shoes, better not risk pissing off Chan too much, kicking at the legs of his table whilst he waits for someone else nearby to arrive for him to chat too. Just Jisung’s luck that the next person to walk out of the elevator is Minho.

What the hell is the first thought on Jisung’s mind? Minho looks insane, with his usual Chelsea boots and slim grey slacks clinging to those damn thighs. His black shirt is buttoned up to the top and secured with a thin grey tie.

He seems to have loosened up in the last weeks, his narrow shoulders unknotted and held regally as he sits down at his desk. “You’ve missed a couple of buttons, Jisung. Did you not check the mirror this morning?”

Jisung almost stutters, catching himself at the last second. “Is it bothering you? I didn’t know you cared so much about my looks.”

Minho rolls his eyes but Jisung doesn’t miss the light pink rushing to his cheeks. “Just wouldn’t want you embarrassing yourself, that’s all.”

God, he’s infuriating, but if anything Minho’s confidence ends up exciting him. ”So nice of you to worry about me, sweetheart.” Jisung says, sickly sweet.

Minho’s definitely blushing now, readying himself to strike back just as Jeongin interrupts, oblivious, or purposefully ignorant to Jisung’s plight, as usual.

“Wow, Minho Hyung, you look so cool.” He says, clinging on to the other boy’s shoulders like a limpet. Minho laughs nervously and Jisung takes this as his cue to go hunt down Changbin in the breakroom instead of listening to the two boys fawn over each other like puppies.

The rest of the day drags on far longer than usual. Someone had cranked up the air con higher than Jisung's used to and out of pure spite he refuses to button his shirt to keep the chill off his exposed chest. Jisung's willing to bet it was Seungmin if the gleeful looks the younger boy keeps sending him are anything to go by.

Minho doesn’t seem to have missed out on the joke either, a far too calm smile being sent his way every time Jisung shivers a little, only proving to fire Jisung up more. Luck is on his side however, when Minho leaves halfway through the afternoon for a meeting with the rest of his team so Jisung can drop the act.

As though he’s being watched, Seungmin and Changbin circle his desk the second Jisung starts to waver and go for his jacket. “Hey Jisung, I made a nice, hot, coffee for you. Are you interested?”

“You little punk, give that here.” Jisung snatches the mug out of Seungmin’s hands with a scowl.

“Damn Jisung, no need to be so frosty.” Changbin starts sniggering at his side whilst Seungmin’s smug grin grows wider.

“So it was your idea then?”

“Actually, it was Changbin’s.”

“Hey! You said you wouldn’t tell!”

“Next time you need a favour, Seo Changbin, you can find someone else.” Jisung interrupts before a lovers spat can break out.

“Aw Hyung, you don’t mean that. You’ve gotta admit it was a bit funny.”

“Freezing your long-suffering friend is funny?”

“Yeah, pretty funny but so are the looks you keep giving Minnie Hyung,” Seungmin says, smiling serenely.

“Minnie Hyung? He’s got you under his spell too now?”

Changbin goes to perch on Minho’s empty desk, the traitor. “I don’t get why you hate him so much, Hyung. He’s really nice, he even made cookies for the break room.” Wait, those cookies Jisung had been scoffing were Minho’s? Fuck, he fell right into his trap.

“He’s not nice. He stole all my leg room and now he’s stealing all my friends too.”

Seungmin snorts. “You sound like a child, Hyung. Anyway, it’s getting a little hot in here, don’t you think, Changbin? Let’s go see if we fix that.” Changbin throws an apologetic look over his shoulder but follows Seungmin back to the air con controls nonetheless. Since when was the entire office but him so whipped?

The past week had been exhausting for Jisung, too much energy spent on perfecting his Minho-directed glares, so he’d been looking forward to kicking back at Felix’s apartment on Saturday evening with Hyunjin and meeting Felix’s new flatmate. Until-

“Minho?”

“Hi Hyunjin, do come in.” The man in Felix’s doorway completely ignores Jisung, who’s currently frozen in shock. After a few long seconds gaping at the man standing across the threshold, Jisung snaps out of it and follows Hyunjin inside, promptly dragging him into Felix’s kitchen.

“What the fuck is he doing here.”

Hyunjin’s smile is far too serene. “Oh, did I forget to say? Minho is Felix’s new flatmate, he moved in before he started at work.”

For a split second Jisung considers strangling the taller man, the hours he’s been putting in at the gym would certainly give Hyunjin something to think about. “What the actual fuck, you little snake, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Hey, you’re the one who sits next to him at work,” he says, opening a can of beer. “Maybe if you actually talked to him you would have known.”

Hyunjin’s lucky Felix decides that moment to walk into the kitchen to greet them, narrowly avoiding a crime scene being created in his kitchen.

“Hi guys, I guess you’ve met Minho Hyung already. I hope you don’t mind if he joins us?” It’s not a question Jisung can say no to but he’s tempted to anyway.

Hyunjin grips Jisung’s shoulder and Jisung can practically feel the satisfaction of having Jisung backed into a corner dripping off him. “Of course! We’d love to get to know Minho outside of work, wouldn’t we, Hyung?”

Jisung spots Minho over Felix’s shoulder, their eyes meeting for a second before Minho looks back down at his phone.

“Of course,” Jisung says, saccharine sweet.

Dear sweet Felix, unaware of the tension, leads them back to his sofas, Jisung sitting down as far from Minho as possible.

“How come Minho’s living here, Felix?” Minho frowns a little but doesn’t look up from his phone yet.

“We met at college when Hyung was still in Australia,” Felix says with a soft smile.

“Woah, you lived in Australia, Minho Hyung?”

Minho finally looks up at Hyunjin. “Yeah, for three years. I did my masters there.”

“My Minho Hyung’s so clever.” Says Felix, wrapping the blushing boy into a familial hug.

“Did Jisung tell you he lived abroad too, Minho?” If only Hyunjin didn’t relish in teasing Jisung so much.

Minho’s still avoiding looking at him as he answers. “I figured. He loves to talk about himself to people, very loudly too.”

“Oh, you were listening, Hyung? I didn’t realise you were so curious about me.” Jisung doesn’t take his eyes off Minho. Admittedly, it’s a little fun being able to make him squirm under his gaze again now that Minho’s gained some confidence when they’re at work. If Felix picks up on the strained atmosphere between the two, he doesn’t mention it, instead pressing a bottle of whatever he’s drinking into Minho’s hand and shooting him a look that says have fun.

The night devolves in its usual fashion, the boys getting rowdier as they drink more and more. The only notable difference from normal is Minho glued to Felix’s side where that spot is usually unoccupied. Felix had mentioned offhandedly that Minho was a bit of a lightweight and it's not difficult to tell now with the way his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are lidded after only drinking half as much of the rest of them. Jisung finds himself thinking that he looks much prettier like this, when he’s not frowning, looking so relaxed under Felix’s arm. He’d look even prettier under my arms, pinned beneath me while I- wait, what?

Jisung’s pulled from his trance by Minho giggling at something on his phone, his inebriated laughter higher than usual. “Look what Chanie Hyung sent me.” His arms are a little unsteady as he shoves his phone under Felix’s nose.

And just like that, Jisung’s mood is sharply turning south, the alcohol in his veins suddenly feeling like poison. Hyunjin must pick up on the shift as he’s clearing his throat to catch his attention. For all his meddling, Hyunjin knows when Jisung doesn’t need pushing.

“It’s getting late, Jisung and I should head out before the train’s stop running.” He says, rising to his feet with Jisung following soon after.

Felix looks up from where he’s wound around Minho and wow, Minho looks so cute and small curled up on the sofa with his cat eyes and pretty lips. Jisung must have drunk more than he realised.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll show you guys out,” Felix says, pulling himself up in pursuit. Minho looks a little disappointed, whether from losing Felix’s warmth at his side or from him and Hyunjin leaving Jisung isn’t sure. Jisung doesn’t look at him any longer, god knows why he couldn’t take his eyes off of him in the first place.

Jisung makes it about ten paces from Felix’s apartment block before he blows. “Chanie Hyung? He’s only been working with us for a couple of weeks and he’s acting like that with our boss? I can’t believe he’s such a suck-up.”

“Or maybe it’s just ‘cos they’re cousins.”

Jisung’s foot gets caught on the edge of the pavement. “Huh?”

“Yep, he told me last Thursday in the break room. You’d know too if you actually talked to him.”

“Ugh, will you stop saying that?” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“It’s true though! I don’t get why you’re so caught up in this idea that Minho’s horrible.”

“Just ‘cos he’s nice to you doesn’t mean he’s been anything other than a thorn in my side.” This is unreal, his friends must see how Minho acts in the office with him, all the piercing looks, constantly trying to talk to Jisung just to piss him off.

“You’re so oblivious sometimes, Hyung,” Hyunjin says, as usual, looking far too calm as Jisung’s having a meltdown.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You can figure it out yourself.” He steers down the opposite street to his own subway stop. “See you at work on Monday.”

Little has changed by next week other than Hyunjin combining his cryptic nonsense with Seungmin and Changbin’s, turning the once peaceful break room into a war zone for Jisung. Sat here now with the four of them plus Jeongin, he’s once again forced to fight a losing battle centred around Minho. Why does it seem as though the boy’s the only thing he can talk or even think about recently?

“So you guys all knew he was Chan’s cousin?” Jisung’s answered with a chorus of nods. “And you don’t think that’s like, nepotism or something?”

Seungmin snorts. “He probably didn’t mention it to you because he thought you’d say something dumb like that.”

“I only interviewed here ‘cos Felix knows Chan, through Minho too probably.”

“Minho’s smart as well,” Changbin says. “I heard he studied abroad.”

“Yeah, he went to school with Lixie!” Hyunjin pipes up.

“That’s hardly special.” It is. “Half of us studied abroad, hell, didn’t Jeongin go to an Ivy League college?”

“Only for a year though,” Jeongin says. Hyunjin starts cooing at him and starts to play with his fingers, officially zoned out from the conversation.

“Just admit it, Hyung. Minho’s nice, good at his job and makes the best break room snacks. There’s literally no reason for you to hate him as much as you do.”

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Jeongin interrupts, obviously not interested in whatever Jisung’s response will be, with Hyunjin hot on his heels to make sure he gets there safely.

Seungmin’s grin turns shark-like the second the pair are out of the room, even Changbin looks a little scared. “You like him. That’s it, isn't it?”

What the fuck. “What the fuck.”

“Ugh, it’s so obvious, right Changbin?”

Changbin nods. “Right.”

“I don’t have a crush on Minho, what the hell is wrong with you too?”

“I never said you had a crush, I just said you liked him.” How the hell Jisung is getting teased like a child when he’s in his twenties, he’ll never know.

“I don’t like him or have a crush on him, I don’t know where you’re getting these ideas from.” Jisung feels like screaming it but the only thing worse than having this conversation would be Minho overhearing it.

“It’s just like that drama we were watching.” Changbin nods along enthusiastically when Seungmin nudges him. “The two guys like each other but pretend to hate each other and there’s loads of sexual tension and then they end up having hot steamy-”

Jisung never thought he’d be thankful for Minho interrupting him but god he is now.

“Sorry if you’re busy, Seungmin but can you check this code for me, something’s not right and I can’t find Jeongin anywhere,” he says, pleadingly. He sounds so much sweeter talking to other people without the cautious tone he reserves for Jisung.

While Minho has Seungmin distracted Jisung takes his escape and runs to the bathroom whilst the other boy’s distracted, pointedly ignoring Jeongin and Hyunjin’s loud moans from the conference room on his way.

Another two weeks of bickering and complete lack of sexual tension and it’s the first Saturday of the month, which can mean only one thing; Bang Chan’s famed work parties. He’s outdone himself this time, Jisung thinks as he finds himself at the bar of a fancy, perhaps a little too expensive, cocktail bar in Itaewon. Fuck it, Jisung thinks, pulling out his card and ordering another round of whatever fancy drinks Sooyoung and Changbin had asked him to get, it’s been a long week and I deserve a treat.

Work has been a drag, more so than usual with Jisung having to deal with Minho on top of Seungmin and Changbin’s antics. And that’s not even getting into Hyunjin’s staunch insistence that he and Jeongin aren’t dating despite ditching him every other lunch to go screw in a new spot of their poor desecrated offices.

Working his way back to his friends, Jisung surveys the small crowd that’s formed. He’s been here a couple of hours already but he doesn’t feel tired yet. A few drunker coworkers had accosted him earlier insisting he goes with them to a karaoke bar which is usually a good way to tell that the night is fully underway.

He hasn’t spotted Minho yet either, not that he’s been looking of course. It was just a little unusual that Minho would choose to skip his first work-do since joining the company, especially since Chan, who he apparently knows very well, was responsible for organising it.

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan slides up beside him after he settles back into the booth beside Changbin who’s bickering about something that Jisung can’t be bothered to get caught back up on.

“Of course, Hyung. You know how to pick them.” Jisung says, gesturing around them.

Chan seems pleased, a contented smile on his lips as he leans back into the fabric of the seats. Honestly, Jisung had been a little nervous to be around Chan lately, unsure of whether Minho would spill about his troubles with Jisung to his cousin but it seems as though he hadn’t with the way Chan’s been behaving.

“So is Minho coming? I haven’t seen him around,” he asks as surreptitiously as possible.

“Missing him already?” Chan laughs. “Last time I saw him he was hanging outside with Jaeyoung and Seungmin.”

A small part of Jisung wants to go save him from Jaeyoung who’s no doubt taking the opportunity to flirt with him, but a larger part is asking why he’s even considering that.

It’s Hyunjin stumbling into his and Chan's lap that allow him to narrowly avoid another existential crisis, moaning woefully about something or other. Chan, being the smart man he is, ditches the pair before he gets roped into dealing with Hyunjin’s drunk pining. Jisung is not so lucky.

“God, look at him, he’s forgotten about me already,” Hyunjin cries, pointing at a blur at the bar who Jisung assumes is Jeongin, the taller boy currently captured in a slightly tense back hug with another one of their colleagues.

“What are you on about?”

“Jeongin! He’s gonna leave me for someone younger and more beautiful.”

“…You're like a year older than him.”

“I think I’m in love with him, Jisung,” Hyunjin says, his voice a little wet.

“Glad you finally realised. Are you maybe gonna ask him out yet?”

Hyunjin lights up like a spark. “That’s a great idea, I’ll ask him back to my apartment.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

Alas, Jisung’s words fall on deaf ears as Hyunjin’s out of his seat in an instant, sliding up to Jeongin at the bar with a sleazy smile on his lips. God knows how but it seems to work on Jeongin because after a few words he’s following Hyunjin to the exit.

Before the seat next to him gets hijacked again, Jisung makes his way to the balcony for some fresh air. It really is a nice place, at about ten floors up with a stunning view of the city. The sun had set a couple of hours ago but the Han River is lit up in shimmering neon by the buildings surrounding it. Without realising, he’s reaching round in his back pocket for a cigarette, lighting up and blowing the smoke into the mild summer night’s air.

“Smoking’s bad for you, you know.” There is it, the familiar voice that Jisung’s been searching for all evening.

“Yeah, I think I’ve heard that somewhere before,” Jisung laughs, turning around and leaning on the balcony as he takes in the sight of Minho in front of him.

Jisung doesn’t get to appreciate Minho’s body enough hidden behind his monitors at work. His perfect, petit frame and those thighs that Jisung can’t stop thinking about (he must be jealous, that’s the only explanation). He’s got high waisted jeans on, cinched tightly at his slim waist with an expensive-looking belt. My hands would fit there nicely, Jisung thinks, a strange longing filling his body.

“Can I bum one?” Minho asks, coming to lean on the metal balustrade with his forearms, hips tilted back. Wordlessly Jisung places a cigarette in Minho’s slightly parted mouth, eyes locked on his lips as he brings his lighter up to meet the end.

“I wouldn’t have thought you smoked,” Jisung says after a short pause, grey wisps clouding his vision as he exhales.

Minho’s eyelids slide shut, delicate eyelashes lit up by the coloured LEDs above them fan down over his cheeks like glitter. He rolls his neck around once before coming to rest with his head tilted backwards, a small breeze picking up a few strands of hair off his forehead.

“I don’t normally, but this guy at work’s been getting on my nerves.”

“Seungmin right? He’s such a pain when he wants to be.”

Minho laughs, a little bitterness creeping in. “God, you’re infuriating.” The features of his side profile look sharp in the low light as Jisung tilts his head to watch him a little better.

Jisung flicks his finished cigarette over his shoulder, Minho’s gaze drifting down to follow it as it drops over the balcony’s edge. The smoke lingers though, surrounding them in their little bubble.

“How you don’t manage to annoy everyone on the floor as much as me is beyond me.” Jisung scoffs, finally turning round to face Minho. A single hand grips Minho’s chin and turns his head to face him. Minho’s got a haughty expression but lets Jisung guide him nonetheless. “I must be special, right?” Jisung gives him one final smile before plucking the cigarette from Minho’s pursed lips and taking a long drag himself.

The edges of Minho’s mouth curl upward in a little snarl, successfully riled up by Jisung’s games. Jisung’s sure that if he weren’t still holding his chin between his fingers Minho’s teeth would have snapped at him.

Minho seems to break out of whatever thought he’s caught in as Jisung lets the smoke drift out from between his curled lips down onto Minho’s face. He pulls the cigarette from Jisung’s mouth, grinding it out with the pointed toe of his boot before dragging Jisung back inside with a deceptively strong grip on his wrist.

He’s led down a corridor then up some stairs till they reach a strangely empty bathroom. Must be the staff’s, Jisung thinks as he’s pushed back onto the now locked door of one of the stalls.

“What are we doing here Minho?” The other boy doesn’t bother replying, instead, fixing him with a stare that says really? before surging forward and pressing his lips against his.

Jisung barely needs a second to catch up before he’s pressing back into Minho with twice the intensity, quickly taking control of the frenzied kiss. His hands drift to Minho’s waist pulling him closer as he leans into his open mouth. Little gasps escape Minho in the brief gaps that they’re apart, each time getting louder and needier.

So far Minho’s hands have been bunched in the cotton of Jisung’s shirt, creasing the fabric under little kitten fists, when suddenly he starts to move, tugging at Jisung’s belt and fly with purpose. Once they’re undone, Minho’s lips are pulling away as he slips down to his knees on the tiled floor in record time.

Jisung’s a little startled at the speed but he’s quick to compose himself, hands coming to rest on the door behind him as Minho starts to mouth wetly at his underwear.

“God, Minho, you’re insane,” he says weakly as Minho continues to coax him to full hardness through his now thoroughly damp underwear.

“Can I—” Minho glances at his cock and back up at Jisung with wide eyes, his hands holding the edge of Jisung’s boxers, waiting for the signal for him to pull them down. It’s a little redundant to tell Minho how badly he wants it with the way the tip of his cock’s now peaking out from his waistband but Jisung nods nonetheless.

The cold air hits the warm skin of Jisung’s shaft, now wet with the spit that’s seeped through his boxers, as Minho pulls the fabric down just over the top of his thighs, the discomfort doesn’t last long though as Minho’s rushing forward like a man starved to mouth at the hot flesh. Jisung groans, a deep, raw sound as the back of his head hits the door.

“Have you been waiting to do this, huh, Minho? Sat at work thinking about how badly you want to get on your knees for me?” The words are running from Jisung’s mouth before he can stop himself but luckily it doesn’t look as if Minho minds. Quite the opposite really as he lets out a long, drawn-out moan, moving his mouth up to suck messily at the head.

Jisung’s hand pulls off the door, gripping the length of his cock, the skin’s a little damp against his palm. It was Minho who did that, he thinks. Ignoring his protests, Jisung pulls his cock away from Minho’s open mouth, a little string of spit clinging to his bottom lip being all that’s left to connect them, before dragging the head over Minho’s glistening lips, spreading precome on the pink skin.

“Want my cock in your mouth, Min?” the boy on his knees lets out a desperate whine, his breath ghosting over Jisung’s burning skin. “I’m not sure you deserve it, with the way you’ve been behaving,” he says, a derogatory lilt to his voice as he shifts his hips back away from Minho’s open mouth.

“Please, please, I deserve it.”

“Deserve what, exactly?”

“Your— your cock in my mouth.” Minho’s voice is breathy, hardly louder than the background noise drifting up from downstairs, but Jisung deems it enough. Slapping the corner of Minho’s mouth and over his cheek with his cock one final time before leaning back again and removing his hand, a single raised eyebrow telling Minho to go ahead.

The boy shoots forward again with twice the enthusiasm of last time and mouths along Jisung’s thick length until he’s back at the tip, languid, desperate licks laving over the head. He still doesn’t move to take it properly in his mouth though, a little hesitancy creeping through his wanting demeanour.

With all their spats, Jisung’s inadvertently gotten better at reading when Minho’s getting nervous. He finally pulls his other hand off of the stall door, threading his fingers in Minho’s thick hair and easing his mouth down onto his cock. Minho looks pleased with the treatment, relaxing a little as he lets Jisung guide his head down, his throat opening little by little as the thick length of Jisung’s cock pushes forward.

Minho’s all but gone now, bobbing in time to the push and pull of Jisung’s grip in his hair, getting more frantic the rougher Jisung gets. Jisung’s well aware of how big he is but his size doesn’t seem to faze Minho, if anything it provokes him, slipping his mouth down further each time with practised ease.

He looks so debauched like this, bliss washing over his expression as he’s roughed up at Jisung’s knees, a few stray tears running from his lidded eyes and down his pinkened cheeks whilst his hands’ clench and unclench pinned to his thighs.

His moans pick up, getting louder and more lewd the more Jisung increases up his pace. Letting out a deep groan, he throws his head back and tightens his fist in Minho’s hair, finally starting to thrust his hips towards Minho’s mouth. The shock of the movement sends Minho's hands forward, gripping the denim still covering Jisung’s thighs, he doesn’t seem put off by the sudden movement though, in fact, quite the opposite, trying to tug his head forwards against Jisung’s unwavering grip on his hair.

“If this was all I had to do to get you to shut up I would have got you on your knees way earlier,” Jisung says, looking down on Minho and watching the way he struggles a little with the size of Jisung’s cock pushing down his throat. His whimpers are weak and punched out, a little pathetic Jisung thinks. Minho only gets louder when he tells him so.

One of Minho’s hands has unlatched from Jisung’s jeans, moving down to palm between his parted thighs through the fabric of his pants. “Are you getting off on this?” Jisung asks lowly, not expecting an answer yet Minho sobs a little in reply anyway. “Getting off on me fucking your throat like this? On me using you?”

The pace of Jisung’s hips speeds up, the corners of Minho's mouth becoming red and rubbed, little trails of spit escaping and running down his chin. “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Couldn’t even wait to get out of this place before getting on your knees for me.”

Jisung wonders how Minho’s even managing to make so much noise with his mouth stuffed full as it is, garbled, high pitched moans ringing through the bathroom. Thank god no one’s come in as Jisung’s not sure he’d be able to keep the other boy quiet enough to not get caught. He’s shaking a little now, thighs twitching as he increases the pressure on his aching cock trapped under his jeans whilst the other hand keeps up its meaningless little tugs on Jisung’s thigh.

The sight of Minho beneath him has Jisung approaching his climax shamefully fast, his hand untangling from Minho’s hair and warning him so he can pull off. Minho doesn’t move back though, instead, moving impossibly closer, his nose brushing close to Jisung’s crotch as the head of his cock pushes the back of Minho’s throat.

Minho gags a little as Jisung’s release fills his mouth, tears running down the side of his face but he doesn’t pull off, continuing to suck till the oversensitivity is too much for Jisung and he’s being guided off by the back of his neck.

Minho must have swallowed, Jisung thinks a little dazed still, as he sits panting, throat sounding a little rough. His tongue keeps darting out as if by instinct to catch the trail of come dirtying his swollen lips.

He’s not touching himself anymore, shoulders dropped and hands hanging limply between his thighs. There’s a small wet patch spreading over the crotch of his jeans that Jisung wouldn’t have even noticed if they weren’t light blue.

“Did you…” Jisung trails off, head tilting down to gesture at Minho’s pants. It seems to snap the other boy from his trance, colour flooding his cheeks as he looks down avoiding Jisung’s eye contact.

It’s like a switch has been turned, the hard set of Minho’s features returning to his previously blissed out face. “I need to go, I’m gonna make my lift late.” He says, tugging at his messed up fringe till it lies flat over his forehead again.

Jisung, a little shocked, moves away from the door. Once the obstruction’s clear Minho’s pushing past him and out of the bathroom without another word.

It’s a little too quiet, almost disturbingly so now that Minho’s left. Jisung moves slowly out of the bathroom, checking his appearance in the mirror before retracing the steps that Minho had so hastily dragged him up. His mind feels a little muddled as if it’s trying to process what just happened but it’s stuck like a broken record on the image of Minho on his knees, gagging on his length.

The taxi ride back to his apartment drags on, letting Jisung collect himself a little before he arrives back at his apartment. Lying in bed now, a little more sound of mind, the last thought in his head before he drifts off is what the hell he’s gonna do on Monday.

Turns out there’s not much Jisung can do when Monday comes as Minho’s at his desk already set up by the time Jisung arrives, scrolling through his emails as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As if he didn’t suck Jisung off in a bar bathroom a couple of days ago then bolt before Jisung could ask why.

Steeling himself, Jisung makes his way over to his desk waiting to see if Minho will greet only to be sorely disappointed and a little confused when he ignores him completely.

It’s still a little quiet in the office, most of the people who have also arrived are busy chatting in the breakroom about last Saturday. Luckily from what Jisung’s eavesdropped on his way over, he and Minho have managed to avoid making their way into any gossip. At least that’s one worry off Jisung’s mind, but the other much bigger problem is sitting right in front of him and seems adamant on not acknowledging Jisung’s existence at all.

Bracing himself with a deep breath, Jisung breaks the silence. “So are we gonna talk about it?”

Minho doesn’t look up from his desktop but his fingers freeze from where they were running over his keyboard. “Talk about what?”

Jisung almost snaps, tightening his grip on his bag as he grounds himself. “You know what. What happened on Saturday.” It comes out a little sharper than he wanted.

“No, I don’t think we’re gonna talk about it.”

“What the hell, Minho.” His voice has raised without him realising. Minho, finally looking at him, raises a single eyebrow, his expression chilling.

“What exactly is there to talk about, Jisung?”

He freezes, what they did in that bathroom has been the single thing he’s thought about all weekend yet when Minho asks him that he has no idea how to respond. What exactly did he want to say?

Minho’s expression changes as Jisung stays silent to something he can’t quite understand. Withdrawn, perhaps a little disappointed? Jisung sits back, defeated, he had imagined the conversation would be combative but he hadn’t imagined there’d barely be a conversation at all.

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, work getting underway quickly after that. Soon, the pair are back to their usual bickering and by Wednesday the way Minho’s acting Jisung would have thought Saturday never even happened. If only images of Minho’s raw lips and teary eyes didn’t assault him every time he lost his focus Jisung might have been able to kid himself too.

His friends, fortunately, seem none the wiser. Seungmin and Changbin’s teasing has remained at its normal levels while Hyunjin also seems a little distracted, not that the man would dare to admit it.

“So, no progress with Minho Hyung?” Hyunjin says, sitting on the edge of Jisung’s desk as he waits for him to finish up for lunch. Jisung’s breath catches, momentarily worried he and Minho weren’t as subtle as he had believed, but the other man hasn’t even looked up from where he’s picking at his fingers, reassuring Jisung’s racing heart.

Jisung snorts, “Not exactly, his insults are getting a little old though.”

“I don’t know why you insist on making your relationship him so difficult.”

Relationship? Jisung wishes Hyunjin wouldn’t word it like that. That’s far too much for Jisung to think about.“Like you’re one to talk when you’re fucking literally Jeongin during office hours.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Hyunjin continues picking his nails.

“Hi, Jinnie Hyung!” The man himself calls over, walking up to them with Minho in tow. Oh dear.

“Hi Jeongin,” Jisung’s a little nauseous as he watches how his best friend’s face lights up. “Thank you for the coffee this morning.”

“Only the best for my Hyunjinie.”

Jisung raises his brows at the boy across from him, my Hyunjinie? Hyunjin, as per usual, pretends nothing has happened. “Hey you two, Jisung and I were gonna head to the cafeteria downstairs, do you wanna come?” Wait, you two? That means Minho as well.

How Jeongin manages two wrap his arms in a bear hug around both Minho and Hyunjin is beyond Jisung. “We’d love to!”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna try to finish this bit of work before lunch. You guys can go without me.”

If Jisung thought Jeongin’s arms weren’t long enough to wind Jisung into this weird mutated version of a hug he was sorely wrong. “Jisung,” he whines. “I never see you at lunch anymore, please, won’t you come?”

Still trapped in Jeongin’s grasp, Hyunjin’s neck somehow manages to rotate enough that he can pin Jisung with a look that says if you piss my not-boyfriend off you’re dead so Jisung has no choice but to concede, sluggishly following the trio to the elevator.

Lunch is a strange affair, Jisung ends up sat opposite Minho whilst Hyunjin inches closer and closer to Jeongin till he ends up practically on his lap, the pair ending up silently observing the other two rather than verbally acknowledging the terse air between them.

Gradually, the conversation drifts towards work and with Hyunjin, Jeongin and Minho all working in the same field there’s not much for Jisung to contribute anymore. It’s somewhat relaxing, listening to the other three chat despite not being able to follow along too well. Changbin was right when he said Minho was smart, Jisung’s a little captivated listening to the ease with which Jeongin and Minho can communicate on something far beyond his expertise.

Wednesdays are only half days at work with most of the employees only choosing to stay in longer if deadlines are coming up or they want to get something finished. Jisung had assumed Hyunjin was gonna stay an extra hour or so with him to wait for Jisung to finish up his work and give him a lift home but the way he’s leaning into Jeongin it seems to be increasingly less likely the other man will bother.

Eventually, the two pairs part ways with Hyunjin making the laughable excuse of showing Jeongin something he has in his car. Jisung starts to make his way back to the 5th floor, not even realising Minho’s following behind him till they reach the elevator.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Jisung blurts out before realising how bad it sounds.

“Don’t worry you’ll get rid of me soon.” Minho rolls his eyes. “I left my bag at my desk before Jeongin dragged us off for lunch.”

“Such a shame, I thought I’d have your bright company this afternoon.”

Minho’s smile is venomous. “I’ll show you just how bright my company can be if you’re not careful.”

Jisung snorts at Minho’s childish tone, coming up to stand at his full height as the elevator reaches their floor. “Is that so? I’m not sure you could keep me entertained, Minho.” Minho bristles at the challenge. Jisung had learnt the quickest way to rile Minho up was by talking down to the man.

A little surprisingly, however, Minho doesn’t bother talking back this time, instead, grabbing Jisung’s arm the same way he’d done last Saturday and dragging him out of the opening elevator doors. Jisung catches on quickly, flipping his arm around to grip Minho’s wrist instead and pulling him in the direction of the conference room when Minho looks as like he isn’t sure where to lead them.

There are only a few people left in the office outside but Jisung locks the door behind them anyway, pushing Minho’s back roughly against the wall just next to it. He looks fired up, a little glint behind his eyes that Jisung just catches before their lips are meeting in the middle, Minho’s hands planted on the wall push his torso forward to where Jisung’s leaning over him.

It’s just as hurried as last time, throwing aside all guise of gentility and meeting each other in wet open-mouthed kisses, Jisung’s teeth grazing against Minho’s bottom lip and making Minho falter. Taking advantage of his distraction, Jisung’s hands come up to push his shoulders flush with the wall with a small thud, fixing him with a look that Minho understands as stay put.

Minho’s baggy shirt isn’t tucked in today, making it easy for Jisung’s roaming hands to slide under, the rough pads of his fingers pushing up his sides before reaching his nipples. Minho jolts a little as Jisung starts to play with them, rolling and tugging while he presses biting kisses to Minho’s neck.

The other boy melts into the wall behind him at the treatment, head tilting back to expose his neck more for Jisung’s mouth whilst his weak arms tug on his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. With his mouth unoccupied there’s nothing to stop the whimpers slipping from Minho’s lips as Jisung roughly bites bruising marks above his clavicle.

Jisung leans back, admiring the mess he’s already made of the other. His neck is quickly reddening now, breath coming out as stuttering gasps. He must be as hard as Jisung is judging but the bulge pushing against his black jeans. His arms had slipped off Jisung's shoulders when the taller man had stepped back, now twitching at his sides as if he’s holding himself back from reaching out to Jisung, or perhaps reaching to touch himself.

“You’re such a mess and I’ve barely even touched you.” Minho looks so broken when he moans out at Jisung’s words, a deep, desperate sound.

“Please…”

“Please what, Minho?” Jisung laughs when Minho doesn’t know how to respond to him. “Desperate slut, you don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you?”

Jisung moves forward again, unable to hold himself back from the boy in front of him, pushing his hips back to the wall again before unbuttoning his jeans enough to push his hand against Minho’s clothed cock. His hands fly up to grip Jisung’s forearm as he starts to palm at his crotch but Jisung pulls away again, brushing his clawing arms off him.

“If you wanted something you should have asked for it while you had the chance,” Jisung tuts. “Just take what I give you, that won’t be too hard for whore like you to do.”

Minho keens, eyes slipping shut and arms lowering back to his sides slowly like he’s trying to hold himself back. Pleased, Jisung moves his own hands back to rub his straining cock a few more times before twisting the boy around with a firm grip on his hips.

Minho’s arms dart forward to brace himself against the wall, forearms resting beside his head. His cheek comes to press against the cold plaster as Jisung uses the toe of his shoe to kick Minho’s legs apart a little before pulling his jeans and underwear down to his thighs.

Jisung brings two fingers up to his mouth, coating them in as much saliva as he can then starts to run his index finger over Minho’s hole. The other boy jumps a little at the first contact, quickly relaxing under Jisung’s ministrations and pushing his ass back as far as the grip on his hip will allow.

Slowly, Jisung pushes his first finger in, Minho clenching a little as each knuckle bumps against his rim. It’s a little tight at first but Minho lets himself relax quickly, moaning in time with each of Jisung’s short thrust forward.

“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” Jisung’s breath ghosts over the marks he’d left on Minho’s neck. “You’d do anything I tell you without a second thought.”

The words rile Minho up all too easily, pushing his hips back further as Jisung’s second finger starts to prod at his rim.

“Keep it down,” Jisung says as Minho’s moans start to get less breathy and more solid. “You wouldn’t want the entire floor hearing how much of a slut you’re being.”

His comments only make the boy moan louder though, a sharp cry filling the empty room as Jisung’s second finger finally slides all the way in. Jisung huffs, removing his hand from Minho’s hip to press three fingers into his open mouth. His hips move forward to replace his hand, grinding his own neglected cock onto Minho’s lower back. God, he’d kill to press it against his ass, grinding his cock in between his cheeks and just pushing inside whilst Minho squirms underneath him but that’s probably a step too far when Minho was refusing to acknowledge the blow job only this morning. Next time, Jisung thinks. There’ll be a next time.

With the movement of his hips limited, Minho starts to bob his head instead, taking Jisung’s fingers in his mouth to the same rhythm as the fingers thrusting in his ass. Jisung curls his digits, pressing them as far back on Minho’s tongue as he can reach, catching the smaller boy off guard as he chokes a little.

“Gagging on my fingers after I've had my cock halfway down my throat?” Jisung asks as the boy struggles to return to his previous pace. “I know you can do better than that.”

Minho makes a noise that would probably sound like wailing if Jisung’s fingers weren’t stuffed as far as they could go into his mouth. It’s intoxicating. Desperate to hear more, Jisung starts prodding his searching fingers against the walls of his ass until finally, Minho’s whole body jolts forward.

Keeping the same angle, Jisung’s fingers focus in on that same spot. The constant pressure inside of him plus the sensation of Jisung's cock pressed onto his back makes Minho squirm so prettily, not sure whether to pull away or push into the intense stimulation. No longer as focused on sucking the fingers in his mouth, his jaw hangs a little open, spit running down his chin each time Jisung’s fingers move.

He looks so gorgeous like this, falling apart so readily beneath Jisung’s touch. It makes Jisung feel something he’s not sure he’s ever felt before, something he doesn’t know how to identify. A powerful longing to have Minho under him like this all the time, so open and wanting, only for Jisung.

The pressure in Jisung’s cock is building so much that grinding against Minho through his clothes no longer feels like enough. He reluctantly pulls his fingers from Minho’s mouth, the other man whining in protest which is quickly cut off by another sharp press against his prostate, wiping the excess saliva on Minho’s bare hip before freeing his length from his clothes.

Without the gag in his mouth, Minho’s back to his unrelenting whimpers, loud enough that Jisung’s sure anyone walking past the door just next to them would hear them. The blinds over the windows are shut, realistically he knows there’s no way anyone would be able to see through them but the dark thought gets stuck in his head of their colleagues seeing him ruin their perfect little Minho, reducing him to a sobbing mess with only his fingers.

He looks so insanely good like this, a blush covering the half of his face that Jisung can see, eyes screwed shut as his body twitches against the wall with each press of Jisung’s fingers. He wants to see him properly when he comes.

Jisung pulls his fingers from Minho with jarring speed, flipping the boy back around so his back is pressed to the wall, Jisung immediately crowding in his space. Minho looks a little dazed as if his mind hasn’t caught up with his body yet but his head melts into Jisung’s shoulder once their torsos are pressed together.

Biting at the side of Minho’s neck he hasn’t marked yet, Jisung feels down Minho’s tensed body, finding his cock before pressing his own against it and wrapping his fingers around them both. His hand doesn’t quite reach all the way around but the friction of their hot skin against each other makes up for it.

Once he starts to move his hand Minho’s legs crumple, the only this holding him up being the pressure of Jisung’s body holding him to the wall. If Jisung looks down between them he can just see Minho’s length gripped in his hand, Jisung knows Minho’s stronger than he lets on but he looks so pretty and delicate compared to Jisung, his cock dwarfed next to his.

Jisung’s other hand sneaks back round to Minho’s behind as his hand on their cocks speeds up. Finding purchase on one of his cheeks he squeezes the flesh tightly, pulling a little whimper from Minho who’s lips are mouthing at the skin of his shoulder.

All it takes to push Minho over the edge is Jisung’s fingers brushing over his loosened hole, running over the wetness of Jisung’s spit that still clings to his rim. Jisung follows suit not long after to the sounds of Minho’s whimpers as he moves his hand over his now oversensitive flesh.

It takes all of Jisung’s strength to unstick himself from the other boy’s body once his head has somewhat cleared and they’ve both caught their breath, reluctantly pulling his hands away from where they’ve been repetitively rubbing up and down Minho’s sides. The mess of their come has stained both their shirts. Jisung, spotting some tissues on the desk in the corner, cleans them both up as best he can but the rest will have to be hidden tucked into their jeans.

Neither of them has said a word since they both came, Jisung would have thought Minho had drifted off if it weren’t for the rigid way his body is now held upright. All the bliss that had painted his face minutes ago is now replaced by something carefully blank.

The worry starts to seep into Jisung’s demeanour now, the usually sure man suddenly second-guessing himself.

“Are you… okay, Minho?”

The other boy looks up at him with wide eyes before catching himself and locking his eyes on something Just behind the taller man. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I didn’t go too far, did I?”

“Of course not!” Minho sounds a little shocked, reacting to the fear in Jisung’s voice.

“Are you sure? You know I don’t really mean those things I said.”

“No, no it’s fine. I liked it—” Neither of them knows what to say to Minho’s admission, still standing there as if the metre between them is a mile. It’s once again Minho that moves first, snapping out of his stupor to fiddle with the lock on the door, still shaking hands having trouble turning the latch.

“I, ah, I should go. I have somewhere to be.” He shoots one more indecipherable look at Jisung before he slips out of the room.

Jisung hangs back a few minutes, letting his racing mind settle before returning to his own desk. Much like he expected, the other side is empty, with no Minho in sight, but the boy’s bag is still lying on his chair untouched.

Minho probably hasn’t made it that far yet. Jisung has his number from Hyunjin, if he called him now it wouldn’t be too much trouble for him to come and get it. Jisung sits there for a second, eyes locked on the bag whilst his finger hovers over the series of numbers before he puts his phone back down. Minho probably wouldn’t pick up anyway.

It’s as if that encounter in the conference room had set off a chain reaction between Jisung and Minho, the two now falling into bathrooms and store closets at any chance they get. Luckily, Hyunjin and Jeongin have oh so kindly provided a tutorial on all the ways to get caught screwing in the office making it all the more easy for Jisung and Minho to avoid their spots and keep whatever’s going on between them on the down-low.

Whatever is going on between them Jisung’s not got much of a clue. Minho’s still as brittle as ever when they're at their desks but when they’re in each other's company in the privacy of some secluded storeroom it’s like the front he’s been wearing completely crumbles, leaving his raw unhindered interior bare for Jisung to see.

It’s much harder for Jisung to ignore the feelings Minho’s been evoking within him when the other boy’s exposed to him so intimately. The tightness in his chest growing more obtrusive every time he gets Minho beneath him, moaning so sweetly for him and only him.

Only his. That’s a nice thought, one Jisung’s not sure he’s ready to unpack yet. Unfortunately, it’s a very common one with how often he finds himself spying Minho’s habits in the break room. As Minho’s rough exterior had flaked away for Jisung, his shy mannerisms with everyone else had started to ease too. Of course, this wouldn’t have been a problem for Jisung if it weren’t for who Minho’s spending large amounts of his free time with.

Jisung hadn’t realised how close Minho and Jaeyoung had become, he shouldn’t be surprised with this development either, knowing Jaeyoung’s proficiency at nurturing… close relationships with the rest of the staff. And, if what Jisung’s observed from his view into the breakroom, Minho and Jaeyoung have certainly become close.

What is surprising to Jisung, however, is his reaction to the other two’s newfound closeness. There’s some deep primitive ache, a burning inside of him when he watches Jaeyoung drape himself over the dark-haired boy but what really riles him up more is Minho’s pleased reaction to it. The way his cheeks heat up and his eyes go starry when Jaeyoung fauns over him is dauntingly similar to how he looks when Jisung has his pliant body under his firm hands. It’s a shame Minho’s wearing a turtleneck, maybe the marks Jisung’s managed to litter across his neck would put Jaeyoung off.

Shit. Maybe Seungmin was onto something when he teased Jisung about him crushing on Minho. No matter how much Jisung doesn’t want to admit it, it’s the most reasonable explanation for his body’s visceral reactions to Jaeyoung and Minho’s excessive skinship. It’s almost painful for him as he watches them from the safety of his desk, Minho laughing behind his hand while Jaeyoung slings an overly comfortable arm around his shoulder.

It might not be him who’s making Minho laugh but it’s Jisung who can make him moan and beg, Jisung’s brain helpfully reminds himself. That thought doesn’t provide much solace though as more and more he finds himself wanting that role for himself. He wants to be the one who makes Minho smile, who calms him down instead of riling him up but it’s like the pair are stuck, unwitting players in an increasingly toxic game of their own making.

He’s probably been frowning at him, Jisung realises when Minho finally makes his way back to his desk as he greets him with a sharp what? before he can school the distaste off of his expression. And so the wheel continues to turn and they fall back into old habits.

The new cup of coffee slid silently around Jisung’s monitors is new though, but Minho’s headphones are back in his ears before Jisung can question it.

Late Friday night is when Jisung finally breaks.

It had been a rough week of silently watching Minho respond to Jaeyoung’s thinly veiled flirting before dragging the boy for a rushed handjob in the bathroom, watching him shake under Jisung’s hurried ministrations, his back arched out towards Jisung as if his touch was magnetic.

The straw on the camel's back had been an incident that afternoon. Minho had been surrounded by Jaeyoung and Jihyo when Jisung had come into the break room to refill his coffee. It had seemed like Jisung had walked in in the middle of some performative roughhousing with Jaeyoung and Jihyo each glued to one of Minho’s arms whilst Changbin and Seungmin are perched on the table egging them on.

Jaeyoung’s obviously enjoying the attention, making a show of pulling Minho into his chest by his grip on his arm whilst Jihyo hangs back laughing at him. It’s Changbin who notices Jisung coming in first, calling out to him over Minho’s yells and whines as Jaeyoung starts to tickle his neck.

“Hey, Jisung! Jaeyoung and Jihyo are fighting over what cookies Minho’s gonna make for us next week,” Seungmin hums in agreement, his mouth obscured by one of said cookies. “You wanna join in?”

Jisung does his best to look scandalised as he navigates around to clump of people to the coffee machine. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

Noticing the spotlight’s beginning to drift, Jaeyoung starts to up the ante, pulling Minho from Jihyo’s grip with one tug and crowding immediately in the blushing boy’s space. He looks adorably put out, like a kitten that’s gotten caught in the rain.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Jaeyoung says, there’s a glint behind his eyes now, an edge to his voice that Jisung knows can only spell trouble. “I don’t want chocolate cookies anymore, I want a kiss.”

The reaction to his words is instantaneous, Changbin and Seungmin jumping up and hooting unintelligibly at his words while Jisung freezes, hand halfway reaching out for his mug. Minho looks like he’s about to protest, wiggling in Jaeyoung’s grasp till he’s facing Jisung with wide eyes. His mouth opens like he’s about to say something but whatever it is gets cut off as Jaeyoung lifts Minho’s arm and starts pressing dramatic kisses onto the dorsum of his hand.

It’s like Jisung’s skin is freezing and set on fire at the same time. Realistically, he knows this is usual behaviour for Jaeyoung to play and tease his friends like this and he knows Minho would push him off if Jaeyoung really started to piss him off but for Jisung, some dark primitive emotions in him light up at the show of someone else manhandling Minho.

It’s jealousy. That has to be the feeling that’s running rampant through Jisung’s veins, sparking through him like adrenaline. Jisung’s a bit startled at the clarity of the realisation but it does nothing to dampen the green-eyed monster starting to cause chaos inside him.

Minho’s flushed, a little breathless and teary-eyed from struggling under Jaeyoung’s roaming fingers earlier. The look on his face is so reminiscent of the way he looks when Jisung has his hands on him, evoking such visceral memories that Jisung has to stop himself from taking Changbin’s offer and fighting Minho out of Jaeyoung’s grip.

Minho’s managed to twist himself in such a way so that he’s facing Jisung instead of having his back to him. Their eyes keep catching each other as Jaeyoung drags his hand over Minho’s hip playfully making him jump with a short yelp. His mind can’t help remind him that his own hands have held Minho’s body firmly against his, that it’s him who should be making Minho jump and gasp under his mouth, not Jaeyoung.

Whatever’s playing behind Jisung’s eyes Minho seems to be aware of when their gazes catch, reading his emotions before Jisung’s brain can even put them into words. Maybe along the way of studying each other’s bodies so attentively they’ve ended up sharing things closer to their hearts too.

It’s probably for the best that Jisung’s focus is broken by the sight of Seungmin’s devious grin peeking out from behind Minho and Jaeyoung. Jisung grabbing his now full coffee cup and rushing from the break room before he ends up doing something stupid. Well, more stupid than all the shit he’s already done to get himself into this situation.

Composing himself at his desk is a little difficult when he has to fight to keep himself from looking back into the break room to check what state Minho’s in, if he’s ok, if Jaeyoung’s still touching him, if Minho’s looking back at him too. It only gets worse when Hyunjin notices his internal crisis and comes over to bother him.

“Damn, what happened to you? Milk in the break room go off,” Hyunjin says, coming to lean on the back of Jisung’s chair before following his eye line to said room. Hyunjin sniggers when he sees the mayhem Minho’s involved in. “Or was it something else?”

Jisung’s patience is pulled so thin he doesn’t even try to hold back his next remark. “You should make your move, Hyunjin. Jeongin’s not gonna wait around forever for you to stop playing games and admit you’re serious about him.”

Cruel as it is, Jisung’s words have their intended effect as Hyunjin stills against Jisung’s chair before he makes his way back to his and Jeongin’s desk without another word. For the rest of the day, Jisung spies Hyunjin’s pale shocked face locked on Jeongin’s confused smile. He feels guilty but he’s not quite ready to tell Hyunjin that everything he said was more of a thinly veiled jab at himself as much as it was aimed at him.

Coming to terms with the realisation that his feelings for Minho are more than just petty annoyance and definitely deeper than pure lust makes concentrating on work an exercise in itself. Eventually, Jisung caves and decides to leave early, it’s not like he had much work to finish that couldn’t wait till Monday anyway and Chan’s far too kind to mind.

Wallowing about his mess of a love life at home is just as bad as wallowing at work but at least here Jisung has his pillows to scream into as he rolls around pitifully on his bed. He’s been stuck in the same position since he got home, only moving to make himself a shitty pot noodle for dinner before crawling back into his self-made cave of duvets.

If only there weren’t something about Minho that makes Jisung feel so much, good and bad, then maybe their relationship wouldn’t have started as curt backhands but then again, Jisung’s always been quick off the start line, maybe they were just destined to end up this way. The chemistry they have is natural, it’s Jisung fault he let some stupid preconceived notions about Minho’s character get in the way and let it become sexual in nature rather than romantic.

The worst part about all this is, is that the weaker and generally louder part of Jisung can’t bring himself to mind. He’s perfectly content to let this affair drag on between them whilst his feelings grow into some untameable beast rather than risk the uncertain arrangement they’ve fallen into.

God, Jisung wants to scream, weighed down from housing these feelings inside of himself without having someone to spill to. Maybe venting to someone would be a good idea but who can he go to? Hyunjin’s currently off-limits after the stunt Jisung pulled last week, Seungmin won’t take him seriously and all the advice Jisung’s from Changbin before has been bizarre at best. So that leaves Felix.

Minho’s undoubtedly closer to Felix than Jisung is so there’s a risk that whatever Jisung spills to him might find its way back to Minho but at this point, Jisung hasn’t got much to lose. And besides, maybe picking the brains of someone close to Minho is Jisung’s best bet anyway.

It only takes another half hour of Jisung procrastinating before he pulls himself together and rings the other boy. He’s hunched over on the side of his bed as if he’s just run a marathon by the time Felix picks up.

“Hiya Sungie. What’s up?”

Here goes nothing. “Felix are you alone right now?”

Felix laughs a little nervously. “I’m in my room, are you gonna tell me something bad.”

“Ah, no that’s not it.”

“What’s wrong then? You sound a little worried.”

“So… you know Minho.”

Felix snorts a little. “Yeah, I’ve met him.”

“I’m kinda sleeping with him.” Shit. That was not what Jisung had wanted to say.

There’s some weird choking sound on the other end of the line, Jisung waits silently for Felix to compose himself. “You called to tell me you’re sleeping with Minho for what reason?”

Jisung’s really dug his hole this time, maybe calling Changbin would have been the better option. “That wasn’t really what I called to tell you.”

“So you’re not sleeping with Minho?”

“No! I am.” Felix starts spluttering again. “I called ‘cos I really like him too.”

Felix’s doing that strained high-pitched laugh he does when he’s nervous. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Minho about this?”

“That’s kind of the problem, Lix. I think I’ve made Minho hate me.” Jisung’s head hits his pillow with a thud, it’s a bit of a desolate feeling, finally saying the words out loud.

“So let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you’re sleeping with my best friend who also hates you?”

“I really like him too!”

“…Have you tried telling him that?”

“Every time we talk we kind of end up arguing and then…”

“Fucking.” Felix finishes in a deadpan manner.

“Pretty much.”

“Sounds like Minho,” Felix sounds like he’s speaking more to himself than Jisung. “If Minho’s willingly sleeping with you I very much doubt that he hates you.”

Jisung whines like a child, he finds himself doing that a lot lately. “You don’t get it Lix, I’ve been at his throat since his first day. I’ve been a complete dick to him.”

“So it was you that was making him grumpy on his first week, huh.” Jisung shivers a little at his tone. Felix can be scary scary when he wants to but the little sparks that light in the tips of his fingers from knowing that Minho never hated him enough to name drop him to Felix helps him ignore the fear. It’s the little things. “Listen, Jisung, Minho’s not the best at first impressions either and I know he doesn’t seem it but he’s not the type to hold grudges.”

“I can count the number of conversations we’ve had without snapping at each other on one hand.”

“Minho’s always been frosty with new people, it’s just in his nature. He gets nervous with people he wants to impress and it tends to come out all wrong, I’ve seen it happen before.”

Jisung stops mid-roll as he moves to lie on his front. “People… he wants to impress?”

“He’s not very sure of himself making the first move, he always goes about it the wrong way, that’s why he gets so defensive.” Jisung thinks back to the night in that bar, Minho approaching him on the balcony, how stunning he’d looked with that unreadable expression on his face before he’d dragged Jisung into that bathroom.

“So you’re saying Minho likes me… but he doesn’t know how to show it?” There’s a childlike excitement lacing his words, jitters running down to the tips of his fingers.

“I think it’s Minho you need to talk to, not me.” Ugh. of course Felix would say something like that, it’s a wonder he’s let slip as much as he has.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll stop bothering you now.”

“Glad I could help.” Felix says, a little bemused. “Oh and Jisung?”

“Hmm?”

“Please be gentle with him, he’s more delicate than he lets on.”

Talking to Felix had been… enlightening to say the least. Jisung spends the next few days in a weird limbo, stuck between wanting nothing more than to have Minho close to him yet being unsure of even opening his mouth around him for fear of screwing it all up. They haven’t been arguing recently, but they haven’t really said much to each other at all, all contact between them has been laced with tension. Needless to say, they haven’t fallen into each other's arms in some dark corner of the office since last Thursday, the longest streak they’d been apart since they had started.

Minho seems more and more unsure of himself as Jisung’s bizarre behaviour continues. Oftentimes Jisung catches him staring at him, looking as if he’s about to reach out to Jisung and say something before thinking better of it. Felix was right, Minho’s not too well versed in approaching first.

Jisung feels so guilty. It’s all his fault that the gap between them is widening, purely down to his own hesitancy and it’s taking its toll on poor Minho who has no idea what happened between them to make Jisung act so differently. His mood is regressing to the caution he carried when he was brand new to the office all because Jisung’s too scared to confess to Minho, plagued by the fear that all their interactions are cursed to end up the same way, with an ugly spat or with sex.

The only positive of Jisung’s spaced-out mood is that Seungmin and Changbin have luckily picked up on it and have managed to refrain from teasing both him and Minho. It’s been good for him not to have Seungmin’s teasing to remind him of his feelings but even Jisung can only pretend Changbin’s concerned glances don’t mean anything for so long.

Hyunjin too has largely laid off from bothering Jisung. If he had the energy to be more perceptive, Jisung would have realised that was down to the recent development between him and Jeongin. Whatever has going on between them now must be serious as he’s even cancelled on his and Jisung’s sacred Thursday Bro’s Night, leaving early that afternoon hand in hand with his counterpart.

So it’s a bit of a surprise when Jisung, the last one left in the office and just about to leave, receives a text from Hyunjin out of the blue.

Hyunjin

hey Jisungie :)

Smiley faces are a rarity for Hyunjin, Jisung’s already tense after reading two words that he’s about to get dragged into something.

Jisung

what’s up?

Hyunjin

can you drop some things off at lix’s for me pls I left it at the office by accident :))))

I meant to take it after work but I forgot

There it is.

Jisung

how come you can't get it?

Hyunjin

I have a date ^.^;

Ah, Jisung’s curt words had paid off then, he can’t help but smile a little for the other man. Still, there’s one big problem in the way of Jisung saying yes; Minho lives with Felix and even after almost a week of introspection and self-imposed pining Jisung’s still not sure he’s ready to face him. Jisung had not so furtively watched Minho leave just earlier with Chan, though, talking about dinner plans on their way to the elevator. If Jisung’s lucky Minho won’t be home and he does owe it to Hyunjin to do him a favour rather than ruin whatever plans he has with Jeongin.

Jisung

ok sure

what was it?

Hyunjin

thanku sm I owe u one

it’s the plastic bag I left in the top draw of my desk

Jisung

got it

have fun on your date ;)

Hyunjin

oh I will

Luckily for Jisung, he’d taken his car to work that morning so he doesn’t have to take the subway to Felix’s, picking up some food on his way out and eating it while sitting in the 6 pm traffic. As usual, the roads to Felix’s are a drag but Jisung would take the comfort of his car any day over rush hour on the subway.

Jisung had left work later than usual so it’s approaching 7 pm when he pulls up outside Felix’s apartment block, a weary ache settling in his bones as he makes his way up the stairs. The tiredness washes off him quickly though, as he takes in the sight that greets him on the other side of Felix’s door.

Jisung’s luck must be running thin as the exact person he was trying to avoid is standing right in front of him, both their mouths gaping a little at the sight of each other. He looks dishevelled as the door swings fully open revealing him, clothes hanging off his frame like they’d been pulled on in a hurry. His eyes are wide too. Judging by his reaction, Minho didn’t check the peephole before opening the door.

“Oh! Jisung, what are you…” His words are a little short, breathless almost.

“I, um.” Since when did it get so hard to talk to Minho? “Hyunjin asked me to give these to Felix.”

Minho’s feet slide a little on the hardwood floor as he reaches to get the bag Jisung has thrust toward him.

“Oh, you just missed him.” Minho laughs a little nervously. “He’s gone out to catch up with Chan Hyung.”

“Without you? I thought Chan and you were close?”

“Yeah, a little too close. They haven’t seen each other in a while so I didn’t wanna get in their way and I’m a little, um, tired so…”

Minho’s a little jittery, his legs fidgeting more and more as he talks. His eyes look dark and intense, they’ve always seemed darker than Jisung’s own but right now it’s hard to even see his iris behind his blown-out pupils.

“Are you okay? You look a bit off.” the palm of Jisung’s hand comes up to feel Minho’s forehead. He’s not too hot but there’s no denying that Minho’s still flushed and a little breathless.

“I’m okay, I just ran for the door.” Minho doesn’t sound very certain though, his eyes flicking around the room whilst his hands play with the hem of his sweater. Jisung’s sure his head would have dropped too if Jisung’s hand wasn’t holding it up.

It’s Minho’s restless legs that draw Jisung’s attention down, finally noticing the tent between his thighs under the material of his sweats. The pieces finally start to fall into place in Jisung’s running mind. What he’s thinking right now definitely isn’t what Jisung had been planning to say to Minho once he mustered enough courage to confess. But he hadn’t been expecting to see Minho tonight anyway, the shock of it has caught him too off guard to stop himself from falling into old ways. The sway Minho has over him is far too strong for words.

“Did I interrupt something important, Hyung?” Jisung takes one step forward, Minho doesn’t move.

“What do you...”

“Don’t lie to me, you’re no good at it.” Jisung takes another step. “Were you really that insatiable?” Another step. “So greedy to touch yourself that you blew off your own friends?” Another step.

“Ah- Jisung, I-”

“Tell me, what were you doing before I came?” They’re face to face now, Minho not moving an inch as Jisung’s breath fans down onto his neck, his voice crisp and low in his ear.

“If you won’t tell me.” Minho’s breath hitches, his body taught like a bowstring that’s ready to snap. “Will you show me?”

Minho practically falls forward, dropping the bag Jisung had originally handed him as the pent up tension between them finally breaks, their lips meeting perfectly like they were never meant to be apart. The two of them are so used to this routine now that Jisung knows exactly how roughly to kiss Minho, where to bite down on his bottom lips to make him melt into him, how to grip his arms, his waist, his ass to move Minho exactly where he wants him.

The mewls Minho makes when Jisung’s hands make their way to his body are so pretty, edging Jisung on more and more, his rough grip moving from Minho’s lower back to his ass. Minho arches his ass back slightly in response to the pressure, as though welcoming him back. Jisung hopes that he’s missed him as much as his body seems to have done.

It’s far too easy for Jisung to edge them back into Minho’s room with Minho steering the way, lips and hands barely pulling off his body as they make their way there. Minho’s body falls onto his mattress when the back of his knees hit the edge, Jisung following him down in quick succession.

In the end, it’s Minho who pulls away first, pushing Jisung’s roaming hands off of him as they run up and down his sides and crawling back towards the pillows. Jisung reluctantly sits back on his haunches and watches, enraptured as Minho’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, red and wet from Jisung’s treatment. His eyes look a little crazed, the wild look from earlier only intensifying.

“You want me to show you what I was doing?” Minho’s voice is shaking yet firm at the same time. He looks so seductive, resting the lower half of his torso on the pillows while the rest is propped up by his forearms. His legs, bent slightly to his front in mock modesty, start to spread slowly.

Jisung’s eyes drop to the gap between Minho’s thighs as he reveals himself. There’s dampness creeping through the cheap, thin material of his sweats, one spot where the tip of his dick is straining against it and one lower, patch of dark grey on the seam between the swell of his ass cheeks.

Jisung groans as one of Minho’s hand’s hooks under his thigh to run his fingertips along the seam and up to palm at his bulge. “Take them off for me, baby.”

By his reaction, Minho isn’t opposed to the suggestion, jumping at Jisung’s command to tug the pants down his thighs. After he kicks them off his legs and across the room, Jisung finally gets a view between his thighs. He’s a vision like this, settling back onto his forearms with his neck extended, his legs falling apart oh so gently.

He hadn’t bothered with wearing underwear beneath his sweatpants if the stains hadn’t made it obvious enough. It makes something in Jisung burn a little hotter, the fact that Minho had stood in front of him just minutes before so scantily dressed, and now spread out before him in just a loose-fitting t-shirt hanging off his shoulders, Jisung struggles to hold himself back to enjoy the show.

“Watch me.” His voice is so soft and breathless. Jisung’s hypnotised.

Minho’s top half slips back into the pillows as his hand moves back down to ghost over his hole. Jisung can see the slickness that the lube has left shining over his skin where Minho was playing with himself, like a spotlight Jisung can’t tear his eyes away from. It doesn’t look like Minho can stand teasing himself or too long, already far too wound up, as after tracing his rim a few times before his index finger pressing in.

His hole’s loose, welcoming the intrusion with little resistance. Minho only thrusts his finger a couple of times, playing with the wetness that he pushes out under his movements before he’s adding a second. Jisung’s own hand works its way down to his pants, undoing his fly and pulling out his steadily hardening cock as Minho starts to set his pace. Wrapping his hand around his cock, Jisung tugs it in time to the rhythm of Minho’s slim fingers.

“God, you’re so loose already. Are you sure you haven’t been letting other men fuck you?”

“No, no, only you.” Minho’s breathless protests comfort Jisung more than he’d like to admit.

Jisung can pinpoint the exact moment Minho notices the movements of Jisung’s hand at the loud moan that suddenly fills the room. Ripping his eyes away from Minho’s hand between his legs, he catches Minho’s own eyes that had been slipping shut now widening, his jaw slackening as he takes in the sight of Jisung’s cock. It’s a powertrip, seeing the way Minho’s whole body reacts just to the sight of his own. Even after having his hands and mouth on his cock countless times, Minho still leans forward, body tensing in response to the view.

Both of them are fully hard now as Minho presses in a third finger, Jisung stroking his length slowly to the show Minho’s putting on. Jisung’s had his fingers inside Minho enough times to know the smaller boy’s been avoiding his prostate, more intent on performing for Jisung than chasing his own pleasure. He can recognise the jolts of Minho’s thighs and the hitch in his moans with astounding familiarity when his fingers catch his spot by accident.

The only thing left keeping Minho propped upright on one shaking arm is so he can keep his eyes locked on Jisung’s length. Teasingly, Jisung’s hand moves from the slow strokes along his shaft to toy with the precum building at his tip with his thumb. The whimper Minho lets out is pitiful, a look on his face Jisung’s seen many times when he’s on his knees in front of him begging for Jisung’s to fill his mouth.

Sensations building, Minho’s fingers’ pace is stuttering now, hesitating every few pushes to linger at his rim while he catches his breath. Jisung decides to take pity on the boy, finally pulling his hands off himself in favour crawling towards the shaking frame laid out so prettily in front of him.

It’s like Minho’s been waiting for the second Jisung finally cracks and puts his hands back on him, the coiling tension in his body finally releasing as Jisung’s big hands wrap around his thighs, pushing apart a space between them for him. “So pretty, I want to keep you like this all the time.”

Minho’s fingers slip from his hole, his rim wet and gaping a little as his fingers leave a damp trail on the linen beneath them. Thighs now framing Jisung’s legs, the taller man’s hands move on to tugging off Minho’s shirt, letting his body finally hit the mattress as he pulls off his own clothes, leaving them both bare.

Looming over Minho, Jisung traces the pink flush running up his chest, neck and up to his high cheeks with light fingers. He looks close to tears, so wound up with pleasure he’s ready to break.

“Look at you, poor thing.” Minho’s arms jump up to hold Jisung’s own at his words, Jisung lets him keep his grip there, steadying him as he leans down to take the lobe of Minho’s ear between his teeth. “I won’t leave you waiting so long next time. Promise.”

Working his way along Minho’s jaw to the apex of his neck Jisung bites kisses into Minho’s skin whilst he melts into the sheets. Meanwhile, his hands skirt along Minho’s sides, following the curve of his ribs before coming to toy with Minho’s pebbled nipples. Minho’s sensitive here, Jisung’s learnt, crying and gasping as Jisung tugs and rolls the buds between his rough fingers, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Normally, in their romps in the office, Jisung’s lucky to get Minho’s pants pushed down and his shirt held between his teeth so it’s such a dream to have Minho’s skin bared fully beneath him that he can’t keep his hands off for more than a second. Taking the opportunity to have Minho’s chest so well exposed, Jisung moved his head down to mouth at one of his nipples, the now free hand slipping between his still spread thighs to fist his cock.

Minho’s writhing under him now, struggling between arching his chest up to Jisung’s wet mouth or pushing his hips up to chase the hand tugging his cock agonisingly slowly. The hands latched onto Jisung’s biceps tug at him so weakly Jisung can’t tell which way Minho’s trying to pull him.

“Jisung, wait.” Jisung would have struggled to hear Minho’s meek voice over the obscene sounds coming from his own mouth if it weren’t for the way his foot keeps nudging his thigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m - I’m close, I’ll come if you keep doing that.” His lidded eyes open slightly, partially obscured by the mess Minho’s hair has become from rolling his head back in the pillows. His fully blown pupil’s lock with Jisung’s own, his look drowned with devilish purpose. “I want to come with you inside me.”

Jisung can’t contain the deep-chested groan that escapes him. It always shocks him, the filthy words that can come out of their wide-eyed, office angel Minho. His stilled hand slips off Minho’s cock, running over his slit one last time to see Minho shudder before moving to trace around his rim. It’s still a little wet, lube from what Minho was doing before Jisung came clinging to his hot skin. Jisung moves back a little as Minho shuffles ever so slightly to retrieve the bottle of lube from where he flung it in his haste to get redressed.

There’s no condom when Minho flings the bottle in Jisung’s direction. They know they’re both clean, the subject came up after the first time in the bar bathroom so Jisung takes this as Minho’s signal that he wants Jisung to fuck him bare. It’s hurried as Jisung presses three wet fingers to check that Minho’s hole is stretched enough, way too eager to finally feel the walls of Minho’s hole sheathed over the bare skin of his cock.

Satisfied with the way Minho’s muscles give under his probing fingers Jisung finally withdraws to lather his cock with lube, hushing Minho as he whines at the empty feeling. It’s way wetter than it needs to be when Jisung’s tip rubs at Minho’s hole, excess lube dripping down the back of Minho’s ass onto the sheets under him but Jisung’s not small at any stretch of the imagination and besides, he likes seeing the mess he can make of Minho, likes the broken moans he makes when Jisung calls him sloppy.

Jisung teases his dick over Minho’s hole pressing forward slightly with one hand gripping his shaft and the other holding Minho’s hips as still as possible, a little mesmerised by the way Minho’s rim gives under the pressure and the pained whimpers he makes when Jisung pulls back.

“Please, I want you inside. I’ve been waiting so long-” Whatever else Minho was about to say gets cut off by a long moan as Jisung finally pushes inside with one firm stroke.

Thank god Felix isn’t home, because the sound Minho lets out is so lewd and indecent it has Jisung, balls deep inside him, blushing. Jisung’s well aware he’s big but the way Minho reacts to the size finally filling him strokes Jisung’s ego in a way he didn’t know was possible.

Minho’s so perfect. The way his tight body gives under Jisung, hands gripping the sheets next to his head to ground him. If Jisung had known how good it felt to finally be inside him he would have probably ended up fucking him sooner, ass out and hands pressed against the wall, their coworkers be damned. But here with the perfect view of Minho sprawled out beneath him, messing him up on his own sheets is so, so much better.

“What is worth the wait, Minho Hyung?” Jisung teases, the boy answering with chants of yes yes yes as Jisung sets a bruising pace pushing into Minho. His ass is quickly turning an electric shade of red as the spines of Jisung’s hips hit him with each thrust, Jisung can’t help the rough smack he delivers to one cheek, adding to the darkening colour of his skin. The leg that’s wormed its way around Jisung’s back flinches at the contact, heel pressing punishingly into Jisung’s lower back as he moans while the other leg still planted in the sheets spreads impossibly further.

“Did you like that?” Minho doesn’t bother replying, he doesn’t look like he can, head tilted so his cheek’s pressed into the pillow, his open mouth biting a wet patch into the fabric in between moans. His response is more than positive though, Jisung taking it as a green flag to deliver a few more swift slaps to his ass and the top of his thighs. “Taking it so well, aren’t you? Such a good boy for me.”

Minho’s far past being able to hold back his yelps and moans. One hand finally unlatches from the duvet to grab onto Jisung’s back, pulling him haphazardly down towards him by his shoulder and clumsily pressing kisses into his neck and chest when Jisung’s finally close enough.

“Ah-, Jisung, so good.” He stutters out between sloppily aimed kisses on Jisung’s clavicle. “You’re so big.”

Jisung likes that Minho is more vocal now, not afraid to blurt out whatever primitive thought is running through his mind while Jisung has his way with him. It’s all the more fun that way for Jisung to reduce him back to whines and whimpers, so dumb for his cock that he can’t even form words.

Gently, Jisung’s hand pulls off where it's wrapped around Minho’s thigh to move the inky hair that’s fallen into Minho’s eyes back. Tracing his hand back down the side of his face, Jisung studies the way his eyelashes have clumped together with stray tears making his wide eyes look like a watercolour, the pink flush rising up his cheekbones lighting up his skin. It’s not till Minho starts pressing insistent kisses into the side of his hand that Jisung realises the pace of his hips has slowed down.

Minho’s body jumps forward when Jisung starts moving again, powerful thrusts pushing his petite frame up the bed with little effort. Now his hands are back on Minho’s torso Jisung can’t bring himself to take them off, one arm holding inches above Minho’s spread out figure whilst the other maps out his torso, tracing all the curves and dimples with searching fingers. Tracing the line of the centre of Minho’s abs they finally worm their way back to his chest, playing with Minho’s nipples with insistent tugs, Minho cries out in response as Jisung’s mouth comes to bite marks into his collar, a mess of red blotches joining the warm flush that’s worked it’s way down to Minho’s chest.

“You look so perfect like this, so perfect for me.” Minho’s nails drag down Jisung’s back hard enough to leave scratches but Jisung barely registers the sting, senses tuned in to the little whimpers of I’m yours, I’m yours spilling from Minho’s mouth in between his short breaths.

Jisung’s thighs are burning now with the effort of keeping up his punishing pace of thrusts into Minho, the nudges of Minho’s own thighs wrapped tight around his waist keeping him focused. His eyes look a little hazy now, matching the mangled mess of his words, flitting all over Jisung’s frame which looms over him.

Jisung’s seen Minho come enough times to pick up the way his behaviour changes when he’s close, and Jisung’s rough voice and indecent words whispered into the shell of his ear only help push him further. His chest is fully heaving now with each gasp of air, arching up into Jisung’s rushed touches, his thighs are shaking, walls clenching down on Jisung’s cock with each thrust as if he’s scared he’ll slip out.

“I’m almost, I’m gonna—” Minho’s voice is close to breaking.

Jisung’s intuition tells him what Minho’s asking for, wrapping his hand around Minho’s neglected cock and starting to jerk him roughly. His hips spasm a little, trying their best to chase Jisung's hands’ movements whilst still being trapped down by the drive of his hips. It only takes a few more touches before Minho’s yelling out as he paints the space between their bodies in white. Jisung’s not far behind, pushing into Minho in long movements as his walls clench sporadically around his cock, chasing his fast-approaching release.

Sensing he’s close, Jisung pulls out of Minho’s oversensitive body, leaning back on his calves as he tugs his cock with charged vigour. The view underneath him is stunning, Minho’s slender form softening into the sheets as he catches his breath, his index finger shakily tracing patterns in the white mess he’d left on his stomach as he watches Jisung from under his lashes.

“Come on me,” Minho says lightly, propping his legs up at the knee again so he can spread them, exposing his reddened hole. That’s all it takes to push Jisung over the edge, spilling onto Minho’s ass and thighs.

Neither of them speak for a little while, too preoccupied with catching their spent breaths. Eventually, Jisung gets nervous under Minho’s gaze that’s locked unwaveringly on his flushed face, moving to clean Minho up as much as he can with the edge of the sheets.

It’s scary, watching Minho slowly withdraw back in on himself as he comes down from his high. It makes Jisung’s stomach drop with anxiety, the idea creeping up on him that he’s slowly losing his chance to hold onto Minho, to keep him. Maybe it’s the fear or the remnants of desire that finally make Jisung open his mouth and spill.

“I don’t want to leave.” Jisung’s voice is quiet but it cuts through the atmosphere that’s built between them like he’s shattering glass.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to leave,” Jisung repeats. “I don’t want this to end.”

Minho’s confusion is visibly mounting. “Nothing’s ending Jisung.”

“But it is.” Jisung takes a deep breath, maybe this isn’t the best time for this but right now it’s the only time Jisung can think fathom. “Everything’s different when we’re like this, together, and then it all breaks apart the second it’s over. I don’t want us to go back to that.”

“You want… to stop sleeping with me?” He sounds shaky, a little upset? Jisung hates that.

“No, I don’t want to stop sleeping with you, I want it to be more than just that. I want us to stay together afterwards instead of ignoring each other, I want to feel this free with you all the time instead of going back to fighting.” Jisung’s voice cracks, petering off towards the end. “But I’m so scared that this is all we know how to do.”

Braving to look up at Minho’s face, Jisung tilts his head up. Minho looks halfway between shocked and confused as if he can’t quite comprehend if the words coming out of Jisung’s mouth are real. The fact they’re still naked and barely covered by Minho’s blankets doesn’t help much either.

“I’m sorry I dumped all this on you like this,” Jisung says after Minho’s silence stretches on too long for comfort. “I just don’t think I can keep doing this hot and cold thing anymore with the feelings I have for you.”

“Feelings? For me?” three words, at least it’s something.

“I really like you, Minho. I know I haven't been the best at showing it but I want there to be something more between us.”

Jisung had been expecting Minho’s quiet rejection or even yelling, what he isn’t expecting, however, is the strange laugh Minho lets out.

“I like you too.” Jisung’s chest suddenly feels so incredibly full, as if it might burst. “I have since we first met but our first impressions were… well, I screwed that up and I figured that was it for anything happening between us.

“It’s my fault too you know, I thought this stupid crush would go away but it only got worse and I let my wants get the better of me that night in the bar. It’s bad, I know it was bad, but I thought this was the closest I’d get to being with you so I let myself keep doing it.”

“What I’m trying to say is, I know I’ve been at your throat, we both have, but most of the time I just wanted to keep your attention on me.” He looks so small, so fragile, it’s all Jisung can do to crowd up to him, blanketing his bony hands with his own. “You don’t have to leave Jisung, you can stay. I’d like it if you did.”

“I’d like to stay too, if you’ll have me,” Minho answers him with a smile and a gentle tug into the pillows.

It’s much easier, Jisung realises, to hold Minho close rather than to push him away. Wrapped around his warm frame and tucked under his sheets, Jisung feels like this is their fresh start, his second chance at the opening they should have had. It’s a nice thought to drift off to, that Jisung and Minho can start undoing their past and create something new, this time, the right way.

Jisung’s late for work again, sliding out at the elevator with barely five minutes to spare. He’s really got no excuse today, he didn’t wake up late and there were no delays on the subway. Jisung had simply spent too long in front of his mirror, spare him his vanity but he’d wanted to make a good impression day.

“Have a good weekend?” A soft voice sounds on the other side of Jisung’s monitors as Jisung breathlessly slides into his chair. An even softer smile peers around the side once he’s settled.

“Yeah, it was pretty good,” Jisung replies.

Minho narrows his eyes but Jisung can tell from the gentle curl of his lips that there’s no malice. “Pretty good? Is that it?”

“Well, you are pretty, Hyung. The prettiest.” Jisung wants to keep saying it. He wants to go on and on and on about how pretty Minho is, especially when his face is lit up with a blush that Jisung put there.

“I got you coffee, figured you wouldn’t have time before stand up.”

“My saviour!” Jisung beams. “How can I ever repay you?”

“Hmm, lunch maybe? Just you and me?”

Jisung nods, leaning in to press a kiss to Minho’s cheek as he passes him his mug.

Yeah, Jisung’s desk was pretty good when he was on his own but really he doesn’t mind his leg room being halved or having to move his knick-knacks. Not when he can share it with Minho.