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“I dare number seven…” Hyunjin pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. “to sit on number one’s lap for the rest of the game.”
Time stops.
Jisung’s stomach drops through the floor. His mouth goes bone dry. He stares down at the 7 on his chopstick like maybe, just maybe, if he looks hard enough, it’ll morph into literally any other number.
It doesn’t.
Then—
“I’m one.”
Minho’s voice cuts through the room and Jisung goes completely still.
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The newest hyper fixation seemed to be bats. Over the weekend the couple had watched a documentary, and Jisung hadn’t been able to shut up about them since. It was cute. But not what Minho was expecting them to talk about when the rapper finally lowered himself onto the dancer’s hard cock.
There were other, better, ways to help the man focus. To free him from the jumbled mess his beautiful mind could become when he had too much on his plate, or was merely unable to sort out his thoughts on his own. Jisung was a brilliant man. Talented in ways Minho couldn’t comprehend. And, sure, having him bounce in his lap while rambling about his newest fixation was probably a terrible coping mechanism, but if bat facts were the way to bring the man he loved peace of mind, then he would happily listen to them for the rest of their lives.
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Unable to unravel the jumbled mess of thoughts in his head, Jisung does the one thing he can always count on to clear his mind: Ramble endlesslessly while riding Minho’s thick thighs
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“You’re the first person I’ve been regularly bottoming for. And my cats have never seen me in that way. So what I think, Jisung, is that my cats don’t like you because they saw you, like.” Minho’s ears are about to melt off from how badly they’re burning. “Dominating me.”
The silence between them is deafening. Jisung’s jaw is slack, eyes blinking. He looks like he wants to laugh.
“Don’t laugh,” Minho threatens.
Because he’s a dick, Jisung immediately laughs.
Minho develops an addiction to bottoming for his new boyfriend at the cost of all three of his cat’s respect.
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You have a new message from [내까 ♥︎].
[내까 ♥︎] 7:22 AM
I was lying down trying to sleep, when at 5am
Han Jisung came
We chatted
Then he went to sleep
But now I’m fully awake
Oh… with Jisung-ie so late…
Are you jealous?
[sticker]
Don’t lie
낄낄
It's past five in the morning when Jisung slips into Minho's hotel room—it's like he knew Minho couldn't fall asleep without him.
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“Hyung,” Jisung says softly, desperation tinged through his tone. “Let’s go on a road trip.”
Minho doesn’t even blink.
He doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t ask where. He doesn’t ask if this is a good idea, or what happened on that call, or whether they’ll be gone for hours or days.
He just nods, slow and certain, like he’s been waiting for Jisung to say those exact words.
“Okay,” Minho murmurs, eyes softening. “Just tell me what to pack.”
OR: Jisung comes back after breaking up with his boyfriend, and Minho starts to hope. A road trip follows.