Minho survived his first full workday and looked forward to seeing Seungmin the next day. He had deliberately avoided Felix and everyone else for the past twenty four hours, trying to clear his head and feel a bit better about the whole situation. “Maybe you just needed some distance”, Seungmin suggested over the phone, his voice calm and reassuring. Minho responded with a contemplative hum, listening to the gentle sound of Seungmin’s breathing punctuated by the rhythmic tapping of his own keyboard and the soft snoring of his cat curled up nearby. “When are you getting here? I miss you”, he said, his voice painted with genuine longing as he worked through the last hour of his shift. “I’ll be there in two hours”, Seungmin answered. Minho glanced at his phone screen, noting that they had been on the call for over an hour already. “But Min”, Seungmin continued. “Hm?”, Minho asked, his attention still focused on the screen. “I was invited to a party, so I might not stay long. Unless you wanna join me?” Minho blinked, slowly shaking his head. He wasn’t exactly keen on loud public places and crowded environments. “It’s decided then”, Seungmin said, cutting off any potential protests from Minho. “But Seungminnie”, Minho whined, his tone almost childlike as he wished for a cozy night in. “Pick a pretty outfit. I’ll pick you up. We’ll go out to eat and then join the party. Jeongin’s going to be there too”, Seungmin added, trying to persuade him. Minho let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, but I’m not gonna pretend to be happy about being there”, he grumbled, his sulk making Seungmin laugh softly. “I’ll make you happy then, just wait”, Seungmin promised and Minho could hear the smirk in his voice. Minho hung up, his never ending lust checked in and he felt that all too familiar tingle in his stomach. He quickly finished his shift, took a refreshing shower, and began to ponder over what to wear. Trying to balance comfort with something that would make Seungmin unable to keep his hands to himself, Minho rummaged through his wardrobe, searching for an outfit that would both ease his discomfort and meet Seungmin's expectations.
Seungmin arrived precisely two hours later, and Minho’s breath caught as he saw him standing in the doorway. Minho’s gaze roamed over Seungmin’s outfit; a white long-sleeved button-up shirt, a loose black tie, and black jeans that accentuated his frame. “You look great”, Minho muttered, unable to tear his eyes away. He reached out, gripping the tie and pulling Seungmin into the apartment. With a swift motion, he slammed the door shut with his free hand and let Seungmin push him against the wall. He grasped the fabric of Seungmin’s shirt, pulling him into a desperate kiss. “So do you”, Seungmin whispered against Minho’s lips, making him let out a soft, amused laugh. “I’m just wearing a hoodie and sweatpants”, Minho protested, even as Seungmin’s hand slipped under the hem of his pants, slightly tugging at it. “Not for long”, Seungmin said, his fingers sliding beneath Minho’s boxers. The sudden contact made Minho harden instantly. Seungmin pulled down his sweatpants, and Minho quickly stepped out of them, his breath hitching as Seungmin pushed him up the wall. Minho instinctively wrapped his legs around Seungmin’s waist. “Let me take care of you so we can go eat, what do you think?”, Seungmin hushed, his lips teasing Minho’s. Minho nodded vividly, wrapping his arms around Seungmin’s neck as he was carried to the bedroom. Seungmin threw Minho on the bed and immediately straddled him. Minho let out a weak, embarrassed giggle, his wrists being bound by Seungmin’s hands. “I don’t want you to move, got it?”, Seungmin said, his lips brushing against Minho's, making him want to lean in for a kiss. He attempted to move his upper body, making Seungmin smirk as he fell back onto his bed with a desperate groan. Seungmin’s grip around his wrists wasn’t giving him a chance of moving closer. He watched Seungmin wrap his fingers around the tie and pull it off his neck in the hottest way, feeling his wrists tied up a moment later. Seungmin’s fingers brushed over Minho’s crotch, pulling down the fabric of his boxers. His dick twitched at the excitement. Seungmin pulled the fabric down fully and bent over, blowing some air on his leaking tip. He placed his palms on Minho’s hips, holding him down firmly. “Don’t move”, Seungmin commanded. Minho struggled to keep his gaze fixed on Seungmin as his tongue traced over Minho’s length, causing him to shudder with pleasure. Seungmin let his tongue glide over his tip, making him throw his head back. “Look at me”, the younger one demanded and he forced himself to lift his head, looking at Seungmin taking his member in deep. Seungmin’s slow, deliberate pace drove Minho to the brink of madness. He bucked up, making him groan against his leaking tip, sending his body into tremors of pleasure in a heartbeat. “Please”, he whined, reaching out for Seungmin’s hair. The tie around his wrist turned him on even more and he softly tugged at his hair, making him groan once again. He picked up the pace, letting his tongue glide over his tip faster. It sent shocks of pleasure through his entire body and he felt himself reach his peak slowly. “Fuck, Seungminnie, please”, he whimpered, feeling Seungmin’s fingers dig into the skin on his hips. “Let me pull out baby, I’m close”, he choked out between weak moans, causing Seungmin to groan once more. It sent a final wave of pleasure through his body, making him squirt his load into Seungmin’s throat. His legs trembled uncontrollably and his heart raced. “I’m so sorry, Minnie”, he whined, looking down at Seungmin, his breath still ragged. The younger one pulled away and swallowed his love with a smirk on his lips.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. Just get ready so I can eat something properly”, Seungmin said with a chuckle, making Minho giggle embarrassed. Seungmin untied Minho’s wrists and gently pulled him to his feet. “Wash up. I’ll pick an outfit for you, hm?” Minho nodded and hurried to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and quickly cleaned himself up. Returning to his room, he found his favorite blue silk blouse and black jeans laid out on the bed, while Seungmin rifled through his dresser for accessories. “What if we match a little? I mean, kinda”, Seungmin suggested, pulling out a thin black scarf. Minho chuckled and nodded, “I’d like that.” He wrapped his arms around Seungmin’s waist, allowing him to drape the scarf around his neck with a gentle pressure. “And later, we’ll have some more fun with it”, Seungmin added with a playful glint in his eye. Minho let out a low moan, and Seungmin’s satisfied smile grew. Minho dressed in his blouse and jeans, wrapping the scarf loosely around his neck. He applied some concealer and a touch of blush, though his cheeks already had a natural pink flush from flustering so much around Seungmin. “You look stunning”, Seungmin said as he stepped out of the bathroom, finding Seungmin sitting on the edge of the bed. Minho felt a rush of nostalgia as he grabbed his father’s jacket, inhaling its familiar scent. It brought back memories, and he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. “Are you alright?”, Seungmin asked, gently placing his hand on Minho’s waist. Minho nodded and reached out, intertwining their fingers. Seungmin held the door open for him, causing Minho to fluster even more. “You like that, don’t you?”, Seungmin teased, clearly amused by Minho’s reaction. Minho whined, embarrassed, as he got into the car. Seungmin closed the door next to him, and Minho settled into the seat, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as they prepared for their evening out.
They arrived at a charming Italian restaurant shortly after leaving Minho’s apartment building. Seungmin led him to a cozy table in the corner, where they settled onto a comfortable L-shaped bench. “Pick whatever you want, it’s on me”, Seungmin said, but Minho shook his head, pouting, “You’ve been taking me out too much, it’s my turn!” Seungmin shot him a stern look, making Minho swallow his protest. Satisfied with Minho’s surrender, Seungmin handed him the menu. “I don’t even deserve all of this”, Minho whispered, feeling Seungmin’s hand rest gently on his thigh, applying slight pressure. “You do, Minho”, Seungmin’s voice was firm but tender, his breath brushing against Minho’s cheek as he leaned in. Minho slowly shook his head and looked into Seungmin’s eyes, which were filled with nothing but love and kindness. “You deserve the entire world. Life hasn’t been kind to you, so I will be kind to you. Let me do that for you, alright?”, Seungmin’s voice held a scolding edge that sent a shiver down his spine. Minho nodded, his heart swelling with emotion. He reached out and brushed his fingers gently over Seungmin’s cheek, connecting their lips in a soft, slow kiss. They ordered pasta and a variety of appetizers, savoring the meal as if it might be their last day on earth. “Glad to know you also eat more when you’re about to make your liver suffer”, Seungmin joked with a grin, causing Minho to giggle. As they finished their meal, Seungmin paid for everything, and Minho wrapped his arm around Seungmin’s waist, pulling him closer as they walked back to the car. “Thank you for the food”, Minho mumbled, placing a soft kiss on Seungmin’s cheek. Seungmin’s smile grew faint but genuine. They arrived at a large, modern house where the thumping bass of the party could be heard even through the closed door. Seungmin parked the car and turned to Minho. “One word and I’ll take you home, alright?”, he said, his gaze steady. Minho looked at him, feeling a mixture of gratitude and anxiety. He nodded and squeezed Seungmin’s thigh. “Thank you”, he said softly, preparing himself for the party ahead.
They climbed the stairs to the party and entered through the open door, finding Jeongin at a buffet table, pouring himself a drink. “Jeongin”, Seungmin called out, catching his attention. Jeongin looked up, his face breaking into a welcoming smile. “You came, but not alone”, Jeongin observed, handing them each a bottle of beer. “Thanks”, Minho said, accepting the drink. Jeongin winked and headed out onto the terrace. He soon returned, leading a gorgeous, brunette man with him. “Hyunjin, this is my roommate Seungmin. Just letting you know I invited him and his-”, Jeongin glanced at Minho, momentarily at a loss for words. “And his date”, he finished, causing Minho to chuckle at the awkward introduction. “Hi, sorry for crashing your party unknowingly. I’m Minho”, Minho said, giving Jeongin a playful glare as he watched him grin and turn away. “Don’t worry about it, just have fun”, Hyunjin said with a friendly smile, and Minho nodded, feeling Seungmin’s fingers slip into his back pocket. Minho took a sip of his cold beer and followed Seungmin out onto the terrace. The loud music soon became overwhelming, and Minho's ears began to ring. He spotted Changbin chatting with a handsome brown-haired guy that could easily be his gym buddy. Deciding to say hello, Minho made his way over, but as he approached, Changbin’s smile faltered faintly.
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Jisung could feel the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream as he watched Changbin and Felix finally arrive. “Finally”, he whined, his voice tinged with playful impatience. Changbin settled onto the soft bench in the winter house, glancing up at the warm light bulbs that illuminated the cozy space. Jisung handed him a drink and allowed himself to be pulled onto Changbin's lap, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around his waist. Felix leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Jisung’s neck, sending a familiar shiver down his spine that reminded him of their threesome. “I can’t wait for later”, Jisung mumbled, grinding against Changbin’s crotch. Changbin groaned, his grip tightening to stop Jisung from moving too much. Jisung giggled, enjoying the attention as Felix pulled him between the two of them, peppering his neck with soft kisses. “I’ll get a snack and say hi to Chan”, Changbin said, standing up and leaving Jisung feeling the sudden absence of warmth. Jisung’s attention shifted entirely to Felix, and he pulled him into a clumsy, eager kiss. Felix’s hand slipped under Jisung’s oversized black shirt, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through his body as their kiss deepened. “How come you and Changbin aren’t dating?”, Jisung asked when they broke apart for air. Felix shrugged, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Jisung’s skin. “I guess we just wanna have fun for now”, he replied casually before getting up and pulling Jisung to his feet. “Speaking of fun”, Felix muttered against Jisung’s lips, pressing his hand against Jisung’s crotch. Jisung moaned, the desire overwhelming as he dragged Felix back into the house. They stumbled into the hallway, where he pushed Felix against the wall, their lips crashing together in a feverish kiss. Felix pulled away, breathlessly panting against Jisung’s lips. “Oh, fuck, Minho is here”, Felix said, his voice full of panic as he looked over Jisung’s shoulder. Jisung turned to see Minho standing by the buffet with Seungmin. “So you didn’t talk to him”, Jisung realized, frowning as he took a step back to distance himself from Felix. “What?”, Felix asked, guilt and worry written all over his face. “He saw us when I dropped you off at home”, Jisung explained, watching as the realization dawned on Felix. The panic in Felix’s eyes was palpable, and he let go of Jisung, his earlier confidence crumbling. “He saw us?”, Felix repeated, his voice small and unsure. Jisung nodded, glancing back at Minho just in time to see him lock eyes with him. Minho’s smile faltered, replaced by a confused frown. “Fuck”, Jisung whispered under his breath as he watched Minho wave awkwardly before turning away and heading into the living room, Felix trailing behind him. “What are you doing?”, Jisung hissed at Felix, throwing a glare in his direction. Felix looked back at him, his face pale with worry, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation. The tension between them was suddenly heavy, the carefree atmosphere of moments before now full with unspoken fears and looming consequences.
Jisung spotted Changbin leaning casually next to Hyunjin, who was standing close to someone Jisung assumed to be Hyunjin’s boyfriend. The three of them seemed comfortable, exchanging easy smiles and light conversation. Changbin’s arm rested on the back of the couch, his fingers grazing the fabric in a lazy rhythm. He noticed Jisung’s approach and leaned in, his voice low, with a hint of warning. “Your ex is here”, Changbin mumbled into his ear, the words making Jisung’s heart cramp. “I know”, Jisung replied, the words coming out more resigned than he intended. His gaze shifted to Hyunjin, who was clinging to the other guy’s arm. Hyunjin, catching Jisung’s glance, offered a slight, almost apologetic smile before shifting his attention to his boyfriend. “May I introduce you to my better half? Chan”, Hyunjin said and leaned in to leave a soft kiss on Chan’s shoulder. Chan looked up from his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips that quickly faded as his eyes met Jisung’s. The recognition was instant, and Jisung watched as Chan’s expression morphed from surprise to something colder, more guarded. Chan’s eyes widened briefly, a flash of guilt and fear crossing his features before he turned abruptly, rushing into the kitchen without a word. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken questions. Jisung blinked, the odd encounter leaving him disoriented. “What the hell was that?”, he asked, confused and suspicious of Chan’s reaction. Hyunjin shrugged, though there was a tightness to his movements that Jisung didn’t miss. “I’ll talk to him”, Hyunjin offered, his tone clipped, as if he was already preparing himself for the confrontation. He reached out, giving Jisung’s arm a quick squeeze, a gesture meant to reassure but failing to do so. “You go and have fun”, Hyunjin added before turning on his heel and following Chan into the kitchen. As the night wore on, the party began to wind down. The once pulsating music that had filled the house with energy slowly faded, the volume lowered after midnight to a more subdued level. The atmosphere shifted from lively to something more intimate, with groups forming small circles for quiet conversations or sneaking out to the terrace for fresh air. Jisung, Changbin, and Felix found themselves lounging on a cozy corner sofa in the winter garden, a space that offered a retreat from the noise and allowed a clear view into the kitchen. The dim lighting from the overhead bulbs cast a warm, almost nostalgic glow over the scene, but Jisung couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in his chest. He noticed Minho and Seungmin enter the winter garden, their presence immediately drawing his attention. The two moved with a calm assurance, choosing a bench across the room where they sat close together, engaging in what appeared to be a lighthearted conversation. “Oh come on”, Jisung mumbled under his breath, an edge of irritation creeping into his voice as he watched them. Minho’s relaxed demeanor, his smile directed at Seungmin, only served to heighten Jisung’s growing sense of discomfort. He let out an annoyed huff, the sound catching Changbin’s attention. The older one frowned, concern etched across his features as he picked up on Jisung’s mood. Before Changbin could voice his thoughts, a sudden crash from the kitchen shattered the relative calm of the winter garden. The noise was loud, the unmistakable sound of glass breaking, followed by the mumbling of shocked voices. Jisung sat upright, his body tensing instinctively as the silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever. His heart raced as the quiet music was abruptly interrupted by a voice that rose above the rest; Hyunjin’s, filled with anger and hurt. “Are you fucking kidding me, Chan?”, Hyunjin’s voice cut through the air, loud enough to silence the conversations in the winter garden. Jisung flinched at the intensity, his eyes wide as he stared at the open doorway to the kitchen. He could feel the energy in the room shift, everyone’s attention now drawn to the source of the commotion. Next to him, Felix clung to Changbin, his face pale, his earlier carefree attitude replaced by a palpable tension. “I’ll go check”, Changbin whispered, but Jisung grabbed his arm, shaking his head. He didn’t want anyone to leave his side, not now, not with the strange dread settling in the pit of his stomach.
Felix’s body went rigid, his fingers digging into Jisung's arm as though he were grasping onto a lifeline. The tension in the room thickened with every passing second, the air heavy with the weight of Hyunjin's words. “How can you live with yourself, Channie? After what you did?”, Hyunjin’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with raw emotion. It cut through the tension of the party like a knife, making everyone in earshot freeze. Jisung’s breath hitched as he strained to hear Chan’s response, but it came out as a barely audible mumble, swallowed by the walls of the kitchen. He could feel the pulse in his temples quicken, the sound of his own heartbeat becoming deafening as he tried to push it to the background, desperate not to miss a single word. Felix’s grip on his arm tightened further, as if he, too, was clinging to the last shreds of calm before the storm fully broke. “And you’re telling me you have nothing to do with his murder?”, Hyunjin's voice escalated, filled with disbelief and fury. The word “murder” sent a shockwave through Jisung, freezing him in place. The room seemed to tilt, his surroundings fading as his focus zeroed in on the unfolding drama. Everything else fell away, the music, the muted chatter, the clinking of glasses, until all that remained was the ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart. He leaned forward, elbows digging into his thighs as he stared, unblinking, at the open kitchen door. The horror of Hyunjin’s accusation echoed in his mind, each word sharpening into a dagger of fear. He could feel the blood drain from his face, his throat tightening as he struggled to swallow, to breathe, to comprehend. Felix finally released his death grip on Jisung's arm, only to wrap his arms tightly around Changbin's waist, his head burrowing into the older one’s chest as if seeking protection from the truth that was being revealed. “Oh, you just helped kidnap him? What a relief!”, Hyunjin’s answer was dripping with sarcasm, each word striking like a lash. “As if driving the fucking car didn’t contribute to his murder. Are you for real right now? Jisung’s parents might be absolute corrupt assholes, but they didn’t deserve to lose their son! Fuck.” The venom in Hyunjin's voice made Jisung’s stomach twist. The room was spinning around him, the dim lights flickering in his vision as the gravity of Hyunjin’s words hit him with full force. He swallowed hard, the action doing nothing to alleviate the parched feeling in his throat. His ears were ringing so loudly that for a moment, he wondered if he was about to pass out. The alcohol that had made him feel loose and carefree now seemed to evaporate from his system in an instant, leaving him stone-cold sober and shaking with adrenaline. The blur of motion caught his eye, and he looked up just in time to see Hyunjin’s shadowy silhouette appear in the doorway, his features distorted by a mix of anger and guilt. The boy’s steps were hurried, almost frantic, as he rushed toward Jisung. But before he could get close, Jisung’s instincts kicked in, his hand shooting up in a defensive gesture. “No, don’t fucking touch me”, Jisung whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. The words were a reflex, a desperate plea for space and time to process what he had just heard. Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, his face crumpling as if Jisung’s words had slapped him. He blinked rapidly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, the cool, composed mask he often wore now completely shattered. The heat of embarrassment and confusion crawled up Jisung's face, his skin tingling with the rush of blood as he glanced around the room, desperate for some semblance of normalcy. His gaze landed on Minho, who was watching the scene unfold with a mix of worry and determination etched into his handsome features. Minho exchanged a glance with Seungmin, who remained seated, his expression unreadable, cold, almost detached. But Minho was already moving, his concern overriding any hesitancy. He stood from the bench and quickly crossed the winter garden, his footsteps almost silent on the wooden floor. Minho squatted down in front of Jisung, his presence immediately grounding. “Hannie”, Minho’s voice was soft and warm, a whisper meant just for him, filled with reassurance. Jisung felt the gentle pressure of Minho’s hands on his thighs, a comforting weight that contrasted sharply with the chaos inside his mind. Minho’s touch was steady, unwavering, as if he were silently telling Jisung that everything would be okay. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Hyunjin’s voice cracked as he tried to apologize, panic evident in his tone. His eyes brimmed with tears, spilling over as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. Before he could continue, Jeongin appeared beside him, his expression grim as he placed a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder, gently but firmly pulling him away. Hyunjin resisted for a moment, his face twisted with regret, but ultimately allowed himself to be led aside, muttering curses under his breath. Jisung’s focus narrowed once more, locking onto Minho’s face, his sharp features softened by concern, his dark eyes full of understanding. Everything else faded into the background noise as Minho spoke again. “Hannie, let’s get you out of here, hm?”, Minho’s words were an anchor, and Jisung nodded slightly, unable to trust his voice. Minho’s warm hand wrapped around his wrist, the touch gentle yet firm as he carefully pulled Jisung to his feet. The world tilted briefly, but Minho’s steady presence kept him upright, guiding him away from the suffocating atmosphere of the winter garden. Jisung glanced over his shoulder at Seungmin, who was standing now, watching the entire situation unfold with a chillingly detached expression on his face.
Jisung let Minho guide him through the other people at the party, his mind still reeling from the confrontation he had just witnessed. The contrast between the chaotic energy of the party and the chaos inside his head made him feel disoriented, as though he were moving through a haze. As they weaved through the crowd, Jisung couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else had heard even a snippet of Hyunjin’s explosive argument with Chan. It seemed impossible that such a dramatic moment could have gone unnoticed, yet everyone around them was laughing, dancing, and drinking as if nothing had happened. Minho turned to face him, his expression softening more. “Did you drive here?”, he asked, his voice barely audible over the music. The question snapped Jisung out of his daze, and he nearly stumbled into Minho, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady himself by grasping Minho’s waist. “Sorry, what?”, Jisung mumbled, quickly pulling his hands away, suddenly aware of how close they were. His fingers were tingling from the brief contact, and he felt a surge of embarrassment, though Minho didn’t seem to mind. “Did you drive here?”, Minho repeated, his eyes searching Jisung’s face. Jisung shook his head, trying to focus. “Jeongin picked me up with his bike.” Minho offered him a small, reassuring smile, nodding in acknowledgment. Without another word, he gently steered Jisung out of the house, away from the pulsating music and the clamor of voices. The sudden quietness outside was jarring, amplifying the ringing in Jisung’s ears. He snapped his wrist from Minho’s grip and pressed his hands over his ears, trying to block out the noise and thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. Minho moved closer, slipping his hand around Jisung’s waist to guide him toward a car parked nearby. The simple touch was enough to keep Jisung tethered to reality. He climbed into the backseat, and Minho followed, sitting close enough that their shoulders brushed. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jisung reached out, seeking comfort. His hand found Minho’s, and to his relief, Minho didn’t pull away. Instead, he let Jisung intertwine their fingers, offering a silent reassurance that he wasn’t alone. The gentle caress of Minho’s thumb against his wrist was soothing, a small, rhythmic motion that helped slow his racing thoughts. Jisung took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm the storm inside. The drive was over too quickly for Jisung’s liking, and when Seungmin stopped the car in front of his apartment, he felt an unwelcome rush of reality setting back in. He wished he could stay in this moment just a little longer, wrapped in the safety of Minho’s presence. “Are you gonna be okay?”, Minho asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant. Jisung nodded, though he wasn’t entirely sure of the answer himself. He opened the door, reluctantly letting go of Minho’s hand, and immediately missed the warmth and comfort. The sudden distance between them felt like a chasm, and he had to fight the urge to turn back, to cling to Minho just a little longer. “Thank you for taking me home”, Jisung said quietly, leaning forward to place a grateful hand on Seungmin’s shoulder from behind. Seungmin nodded in response, his usual stoic demeanor unchanged. Jisung hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the car, his feet dragging as he walked toward his apartment. Every step away from Minho felt heavier, as if he was leaving behind the only thing keeping him grounded. His head was pounding, a mix of emotional exhaustion and the aftermath of drinking too much alcohol. The quiet night air did little to soothe him, and he felt utterly lost as he trudged toward the entrance of his building. Just as he reached the door, he heard the distinct sound of a car door closing behind him. He turned around, his heart leaping into his throat when he saw Minho running towards him. Minho’s face was lit with determination, and Jisung’s breath caught in his chest, the pounding of his heart intensifying. When Minho reached him, he didn’t say anything at first, simply took hold of Jisung’s wrist and placed a crumpled piece of paper in his palm. “Call me if you need anything. It doesn’t matter what time it is, just call me if you need help”, Minho said, his voice firm but filled with warmth. He squeezed Jisung’s wrist, the pressure calming him at least a little. Jisung stared at him, his mind spinning with a thousand thoughts he couldn’t articulate. He watched, lips parted, as Minho walked back to the car, leaving Jisung with a racing heartbeat, confused, speechless and still completely infatuated.
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“Thank you for taking him home”, Minho said softly as he slid into the car beside Seungmin, his hand finding its way to Seungmin's thigh. He squeezed gently, a silent expression of gratitude. The tension of the evening lingered between them, the weight of what they’d just witnessed still pressing heavily on Minho’s mind. Seungmin started the engine, the car humming to life beneath them. He stared ahead for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I actually feel bad for him”, he admitted, his voice filled with a bitterness that caught Minho off guard. Minho turned to him, surprise flickering in his eyes. It wasn’t like Seungmin to show sympathy so openly, especially for someone who had been entangled in their complicated lives. Seungmin noticed the look and chuckled bitterly, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the confusion. “It’s a fucked-up situation”, Seungmin continued, his voice steady but full of frustration. “I didn’t know he lost his brother, and I’m starting to believe that he’s really not like his parents. Just like Jeongin said.” Minho’s surprise deepened, and a sense of confusion started to settle over him. He realized that he might have lost track of the intricacies of the relationships around him. Everything had been happening so fast, and it felt like he was only just beginning to piece together the bigger picture, one that had been obscured by his own emotions. Seungmin noticed his expression and continued, his tone more matter-of-fact now. “Jisung helped him move, so I ran into them at home. I wanted to beat his ass up, but Jeongin said that Jisung resigned from the family business.” Minho blinked, the information taking a moment to sink in. “He did?”, he asked in a quiet whisper. Seungmin nodded, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “Apparently. So now that Jeongin’s moved in, it looks like I’ll have to endure him more often, it seems.” Minho chuckled, but there was a hollow ring to it, as if he wasn’t sure if he found the situation amusing after all. The truth was, Jisung seemed to be everywhere these days, woven into the fabric of his life in ways he hadn’t expected. No matter where Minho turned, there was Jisung, his presence a constant reminder of feelings Minho had tried so hard to suppress. How was he supposed to forget about Jisung and everything that came with those feelings if he was always around? It was starting to take a toll on him, this relentless push and pull between what his heart wanted and what his mind knew was best. The lines were blurring, and the more Minho tried to distance himself, the more entangled he became in a web of emotions that were impossible to ignore. As they drove through the quiet streets, Minho’s thoughts were consumed by the events of the night. He couldn’t shake the image of Jisung’s face, the way he had looked so vulnerable and lost when Minho had handed him that crumpled piece of paper. There was a connection between them that he couldn’t deny, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Beside him, Seungmin remained silent, his own thoughts likely just as tangled.
“Do you think he’s gonna act on what Hyunjin said?”, Seungmin’s voice pulled Minho from his spiraling thoughts. He shrugged, glancing at Seungmin beside him. “I don’t think it’s going to be that easy”, Minho muttered, his mind still clouded with the complexity of it all. “He doesn’t have any evidence, and Hyunjin’s boyfriend would have to confess for it to matter.” Seungmin parked the car and turned toward him, his brow furrowed in frustration. “But he literally confessed to Hyunjin”, Seungmin insisted, the urgency clear in his voice. Minho placed a calming hand on Seungmin’s thigh, offering a soft kiss to his lips before answering, “But not in front of a judge.” He leaned closer, brushing Seungmin’s hair back. “Let’s get some sleep”, he said, his voice low and soothing, though the weight of the conversation still pressed on them both. Seungmin sighed, but his mood shifted quickly as he followed Minho out of the car, wrapping his arm around Minho’s waist as they entered the building. “I thought we weren’t gonna sleep”, Seungmin teased, his breath warm against Minho’s ear as they stepped into the elevator, cornering him playfully. Minho giggled, feeling the light flutter of excitement mix with the warmth of Seungmin’s closeness. “Even after tonight?”, Minho asked softly, his heart racing a little as Seungmin pulled him closer, pressing his chest to Minho’s back. “Especially after tonight”, Seungmin replied with a mischievous grin. The second they were inside their apartment, Seungmin’s hands were everywhere – gliding over Minho’s waist, tugging at his blouse, pulling him into a deep, needy kiss. The door clicked shut, and Minho barely had time to register before Seungmin had him pinned against the wall, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck, teasing a low moan from his lips. Impatience thrummed between them as Seungmin quickly pushed Minho toward the bedroom, hands tugging at his jeans. “Don’t prep me”, Minho whimpered, kicking his boxers off as he bent over the bed, offering himself up without hesitation. “Minho..”, Seungmin’s voice wavered, an edge of uncertainty lacing his words. But Minho shook his head – need driving him. “Please.” He wanted to feel it all, the pain, the pleasure, the euphoria. Seungmin nodded and pulled his tie from his neck, wrapping it around Minho’s wrists like before. “Use your silly safe word if it gets too much, okay?”, he said and Minho gave him a reassuring smile. He watched Seungmin pull his own pants down, revealing his erection, making his excitement grow. The younger one walked over to grab the lube, covering his tip with it, before he pulled at Minho's scarf and pushed his tip inside his hole without a warning. Minho let out a choked moan, dropping his head as the sudden intrusion sent jolts of pain through him. “Are you alright?”, Seungmin asked, his voice tender, even through the haze of lust. “Deeper”, Minho gasped, pushing back against Seungmin, wanting more, needing him to fill the ache inside him. “Fuck”, he hissed, letting his hand come down on Minho’s skin. Minho let out a whimper, tasting his own salty tears. Without further protest, Seungmin thrust deeper, making Minho’s breath hitch. He clenched tightly around Seungmin’s length, his body wracked with waves of pleasure as Seungmin’s leaking tip brushed against his prostate, coaxing louder moans from his lips. “Hard”, Minho choked out, and Seungmin complied, thrusting into him harder, rougher. Each slap of their skin echoed through the room, blending with Minho’s whimpers and ragged breaths. Seungmin’s hand found its way to Minho’s hair, yanking him back roughly, forcing him to arch his body upward. “Is this what you wanted?” Seungmin’s voice was low, teasing, as he continued pounding into him, pulling his head back harder by his hair. “Yes”, Minho breathed out, the word barely escaping through his clenched teeth. His mind was a blur, the sharp sting of pleasure and pain mixing as Seungmin’s relentless thrusts sent him spiraling closer to the edge. The pressure around his throat from the scarf tightened, making it harder to breathe, but Minho loved every second of it, loved the way his body trembled under Seungmin’s control. The familiar sensation of Seungmin’s hand wrapping around his member made him cry out louder, his voice muffled into the sheets as Seungmin stroked him roughly, matching the pace of his thrusts. “Take it”, Seungmin demanded, and Minho’s body shook, his legs weak as his mind teetered on the edge of overwhelming pleasure. Seungmin’s release came with a strained moan, filling him up, making Minho’s own arousal peak even further. “Seungminnie”, Minho whimpered, his voice breaking as Seungmin applied more pressure around his throat, intensifying the pleasure until it crashed over him like a wave. “Come for me”, he heard Seungmin say while pounding into his prostate relentlessly. The pain, the choking, the edging; it all bundled up to a peak of pleasure, building to an overwhelming wave of euphoria. His orgasm tore through him, his entire body tightening and shuddering as he spilled onto the sheets, his vision going white from the intensity. Seungmin pulled out gently, immediately wrapping Minho’s trembling body in a blanket. “Fuck, that was great”, Seungmin panted, still catching his breath as he kissed away the tears streaming down Minho’s cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”, Seungmin asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he helped Minho sit up. Minho shook his head, still sniffling, but his smile was genuine. “No”, he whispered, leaning into Seungmin’s chest, savoring the warmth of his touch. He let Seungmin clean him up tenderly, slipping into an oversized hoodie and fresh boxers while Seungmin changed the bedsheets. “Thank you”, Minho mumbled, wrapping his arms around Seungmin’s waist from behind. Seungmin turned, lifting him effortlessly into his arms. “What are you doing?” Minho giggled as Seungmin kissed his neck, the touch light but affectionate. “Just taking care of you”, Seungmin muttered against his skin, slowly laying him down on the bed and crawling beside him. They wrapped their arms around each other, their breaths slowing in unison. “I could get used to this”, Seungmin whispered, holding Minho close. Minho rested his head on his chest, humming tiredly in response. He closed his eyes, thoughts trailing back to Jisung, seeing his hurt eyes and pained expression in front of him. Seungmin was amazing and he didn’t want to hurt him, he really didn’t want to, but all his thoughts revolved around Jisung, making him feel guilty.