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If Han Jisung could change anything about that night, it would be going to that godforsaken department dinner. He didn’t even like going to those things. He appreciated the free food and alcohol but they only made the perfect combination for trouble to occur. If Jisung would have done what he truly wanted, he wouldn’t be in this incredibly embarrassing situation. After last night, he vowed to never touch another bottle of soju again. It didn’t matter who offered him a drink, he would refuse. If he had the ability to say no, he wouldn’t have found himself lying naked in his bed, feet hanging off the side, his own dry cum coating his stomach. A once in a lifetime chance ruined by alcohol and Jisungs incapability of shutting up and reading the room. No, Jisung would never drink again and he would never talk about this night.

〜24 hours earlier〜

Jisung had never been assertive. One could say that he didn’t possess a single aggressive bone in his body. Confrontation was something he actively avoided and should confrontation come his way, he would tuck his tail between his legs and run. This is how he survived the last 22 years and it’s how he planned to spend the rest of his life. However, this meant that people were acutely aware of how docile Jisung was. How he wouldn’t complain if you made him do your homework or help you cheat on a test.

Having graduated high school at the young age of 16, Jisung had always been considered a genius. He was smart, articulate and there wasn’t a subject he couldn’t master. He had attended college after he turned 17, taking a year off to give him time to get a part time job and save up a generous amount of money for a small apartment closer to campus. Being so young when he began college made the experience, well, difficult to say the least. Being a genius paired with being younger than every other freshman in his department, made him the perfect target for his fellow peers to take advantage of him and make him do all the work. He was too busy worrying about impressions and potentially angering everyone else that he often just did all the work just to avoid any issues.

He trudged through his first 2 years of college like that before he left to serve his mandatory military service for a year and a half. After coming back the following fall to finish out his remaining college years, he was surrounded by people who were younger than him but just as eager to take advantage of him. And that’s where he found himself now. Sandwiched between 2 of his classmates, listening as they spewed excuses after excuses on why they couldn’t attend meetups or even respond to the group chat.

“I’m just saying, with my other classes, I don’t know how much help I’ll be on this project. You’re smart, so you should be just fine!” The girl to his left, Mina said. She tucked a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear and gave Jisung her best flirtatious smile. Flashing the smallest and fakest of smiles, Jisung turned the boy on his right. KangHoon was taller than he was, by at least a couple inches. His poorly bleached hair was tucked messily beneath a backwards black cap. He sat back in his chair, disregarding any attempt at personal space and pushing his knees against Jisungs.

“I’m not going to even try to come up with an excuse. You’re our sunbae so shouldn’t you help us out a little.” KangHoon smirked, as if he had made some grand point.

“Mr. Jung! If we’ve made our group can we leave?” The girl yelled from across the classroom. She had grabbed everyone’s attention with her shrill voice and soon all eyes were on their table. Professor Jung didn’t even bother to look up from the old book he was staring at. He gave a curt nod which was enough for everyone to start packing up.

“Cool. See ya Jisung.” KangHoon swung his bag over his shoulder.

“Wait! We haven’t even-” But it was too late. Both students had already taken off. Great. Now Jisung was going to have to not only come up with their topic on his own but attempt to research the whole thing. On the bright side, they had left their Line information so he could try his best to get ahold of them for help.

Jisung gathered up his stuff just as everyone was filing out of the room. He was so busy in his own head that he failed to notice his surroundings. He swung his bag behind his shoulder, striking the person behind him.

“Oh my god I am so sorry!” Jisung shouted as he turned. The man behind him was gorgeous, probably the most good looking man he had ever seen. Even more so than Hyunjin. His jawline was sharp and his cheekbones high. He had eyes that drew you in and made you feel like you were swimming in a pool of caramel and cocoa. His black hair was parted in the middle and styled to give it more volume. Jisung had seen his fair share of beautiful men but this one took the cake. Lucky for him, pretty boy didn’t seem the least bit upset. In fact, he gave Jisung a small chuckle and tapped him on the shoulder. Jisung didn’t have the willpower to hide the red that crept up to his round cheeks.

“It’s okay! Han Jisung, right?” The boy asked. Jisung nodded roughly, his dark blonde hair bouncing in time. “I’m hosting a department get together tonight. I hope to see you there!”
“Oh uhm, thank you sunbae but I don’t-”

“Minho, are you coming?!” One of the guys shouted from the doorway of the classroom. The boy, now known as Minho, turned and shouted back a quick ‘yeah’ before turning back to Jisung.

“Cool, I’ll see you later then!” Minho didn’t give Jisung another chance to answer and jogged to catch up with his friends. Jisung let out a sigh and headed back out of the classroom.

Not too long after, his phone began to vibrate. He looked down to se Hyunjin’s photo flash up on the screen along with his nickname ‘Jinnie’.

‘Want to meet me in the cafe?’ The text read. Jisung checked the time. 11:45am. He still had about an hour before his next class. He typed out a simple ‘ok’ and headed to where Hyunjin was waiting for him.

~~~

After picking whatever looked most appetizing, Jisung searched for his red headed friend in the bustling cafeteria. He quickly found him nestled in a corner all the way in the back.

“Wow, you look like shit.” Hyunjin chuckled as Jisung took a seat across from him. Jisung groaned loudly and put his face in his hands. The stress of doing an entire project solo added with the exhaustion from not sleeping until late, Jisung knew he wasn’t looking his best. He didn’t need Mr. Model to remind him of that.

“I barely slept last night and I got stuck in a group assignment first thing this morning.” Hyunjin’s smirk nearly reached his ears.

“I wonder why you didn’t get any sleep last night.” He said knowingly. Jisung blushed at the accusation he knew his friend was throwing out. Hyunjin ran a large hand through his shoulder length red hair and crossed his arms. “How exactly was your little cam boy last night?”

The blood rushed to Jisungs face as he began to turn bright red. “I- I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jisung fumbled with his words. Hyunjin threw his head back in laughter.

“I hope you don’t expect me to really believe that.” The smirk on his flawless face was everything but evil. Hyunjin knew Jisungs biggest secret. Jisung was madly in love with a cam boy he found on a website that Hyunjin had shown him. A website where Broadcast Jockeys went live late at night to tell explicit stories of their sexual encounters. Jisung had become especially fond of Lee Know, who went live almost every night at 10.

Jisung loved everything about Lee Know. He loved the way his brown hair fell messily across his forehead. He looked forward to the way he told his stories with a sense of pride and confidence that Jisung could only wish to exude one day. He was charismatic and exceptionally sexy. Even the scar across his sculpted stomach was sexy. But then again, Jisung was biased. He loved him. He would pick up extra shifts whenever he could so he could gift ‘chestnuts’, the currency in which subscribers could pay their favorite BJs, to Lee Know. If he sent enough, sometimes Jisung would get a shout out. It was never his real name, only his username ‘J.One’ but it was enough to know that he had got the others' attention.

Soon he was gifting an exorbitant amount of chestnuts. Constantly chasing the thrill of getting Lee Know’s acceptance and approval. Hyunjin was skeptical of this new obsession his friend had found. However, he was quickly reassured that everything was under control. It often reminded the boy of fans buying their favorite idol's album and merchandise religiously. In a way, Lee Know was Jisungs idol.

“Are you going to watch tonight too?” Hyunjin asked. Jisung shook his head.

“I was invited to the department dinner tonight by one of the sunbaes in my history class.” Jisung ran a hand through his hair. “Plus, he posted saying he wouldn’t be live tonight anyway. Personal reasons I guess.” Hyunjin hummed in understanding.

“Maybe it’s a good thing.” Hyunjin started, seeing the low look on his friend's face. “Maybe you’ll even make some new friends.” Jisung laughed at this. Him? Making new friends? No way. He was too socially awkward. Unable to keep his mouth shut at times and rambling when things got too overwhelming.

“I doubt it. I’m just going to have a few beers maybe and then I’m outta there.” Jisung didn’t like department dinners, or any group gatherings where he wouldn’t know the majority of people attending. It was too much. He’d much prefer a small get together with his 3 closest friends and call it a day. Hyunjin, however was the life of the party. He knew how to get people amped up and ready to dance the night away. Jisung admire that about him. Hyunjins innate ability to get along with everyone he met.

“I’d offer to go with you but I have a shift tonight and I can’t leave Felix hanging.” Jisung couldn’t miss the shine in the other boy's eyes as he spoke about Felix.

Felix was the light of everyone’s lives. He was a sunshine incarnate. The purest and kindest soul you’d ever meet. And Hyunjin was in love, whether or not he wanted to admit it. Which he didn’t. Hyunjin didn’t do love. Especially not with someone who could barely stand to hurt a fly. But those freckles, as if the sun themselves had kissed each spot. Those eyes that sparkled whenever Hyunjin was around held nothing but love. It was the way Felix’s eyes would scrunch up whenever he smiled that first drew Hyunjin in. Everything after that was just more reasons to fall for him. Though Hyunjin would never be able to give Felix his heart, it didn’t stop him from showering the boy with affection. Skinship was inevitable when they were together. He would do anything to touch Felix's sunkissed skin.

“Not even for me?” Jisung fluttered his eyes giving his best pout.

“Especially not for you.” Hyunjin huffed and threw his sandwich wrapper at Jisung. Guess he was in this one alone.

~~~
Jisung was regretting his decision to attend dinner the minute he sat down. There weren’t many spots open despite men piling into a single booth just to be near a pretty girl. He sat down at the first seat he could find and ordered a beer.

“Why did I have to sit next to the dorky kid?” The older boy next to him scoffed and Jisung just tried to ignore him. It wouldn’t do any good to get involved. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like fate was on his side.

“Hey, you’re just gonna ignore your sunbaes?” The guy was loud, clearly drunk despite just arriving not 30 minutes ago. Jisung bowed his head slightly in apology but it wasn’t enough for him. The guy pushed drink after drink towards the younger, making sure he finished each one until eventually Jisung was knocked out. Completely unaware of any of his surroundings.

Not long after Jisung had finally succumbed to the alcohol, whoever was left decided to head the next bar a couple minutes away. A few good hearted peers tried their best to get Jisung alert again but any attempts were unsuccessful.

“What’s going on here?” Minho had walked up to Jisungs table, curious as to why so many people had gathered around.

“Oh sunbae, we tried to wake him up but I think he had too much.” One of the girls spoke, concern in her voice. “Everyone is moving to the next spot so we wanted to wake him up so he could go home.”

Minho gave a polite smile and reassured the girl that he would make sure Jisung got home safely. He lifted Jisung up, letting Jisung rest his body against his own.

“Hyunnie be careful, my stomach hurts.” Jisung moaned.

“If you’re awake, can you tell me where your apartment is?” Minho tried his best to coax an answer out of Jisung but to no avail. As a last resort, Minho dug his hands into Jisungs back pocket to retrieve his wallet. He quickly checked his ID for his address and went outside to call for a cab.

It was hell dragging Jisung up the stairs to say the least. He wasn’t insanely heavy but Minho hadn’t planned on having to take anyone home let alone trudge his way up 3 flights of stairs. The blonde was of no help either. He was able to put one converse clad foot in front of the other but that was the extent of it. He couldn’t withstand his own weight so of course Minho had to do all the work.

“Alright Jisung, what’s your code?” Minho asked as he dropped the drunk next to his door. He knelt down and smacked his rosy cheeks lightly. Most likely in a poor attempt to sober himself up. Minho would be lying if he said it wasn’t at least a little bit cute the way Jisungs cheeks had gotten puffier then he remembered due to the alcohol coursing through his system.

“…0325.” Jisung mumbled finally.

“0..3..2..5.” Minho repeated as he pressed each number. The door beeped and clicked to signify that it was unlocked. Minho picked Jisung up once more and brought him inside. It seemed as if the jostling had finally caught up to Jisung. As Minho had tried to get him into his front door, Jisung emptied all of the contents in his stomach… right onto Minho's shirt. The older man took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down. Jisung let out a tiny giggle as Minho finally managed to get him into his room and on his bed.

“Ugh, what did he eat today?” Minho's nose scrunched up and the smell of the vomit and he quickly discarded his shirt. He helped Jisung take off his soiled shirt and pants. Silently, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.

On the bed, Jisung was starting to come to his senses. Everything was blurry and he felt as if the world around him was spinning. Letting out a loud groan, he pulled himself up on his elbows. He recognized his room fairly quickly, seeing his chemistry books stacked on his desk and papers strewn about. He had no recollection of getting home. Has someone brought him here? He swore he heard the water running. He rose reluctantly and made his way to his connecting bathroom. Just as his hand was about to touch the door handle, it swung open. In front of Jisung stood Minho, shirtless, having just finished rinsing his shirt of Jisungs lunch.

“Jisung, you’re awake! Are you feeling okay?” Minho asked. Jisung tried to keep his composure as he took in the scene in front of him. Minho definitely worked out. Jisung could tell by the faint outline of his abs and the very obvious v line. His arms were toned but not too bulky. He was beautiful and Jisung wanted to reach out and trace each muscle with his hands. As the fog in his brain cleared he took another glance down. Across the expanse of his stomach, Minho sported a long scar. It wasn’t too pronounced but definitely noticeable. It almost looked like… Jisung froze, slowly looking up to meet Minho’s eyes. He scurried back and tripped over a discarded pair of pants he had left on the floor.

“Jisung are you alright?” Minho took a few steps forward reaching down to offer his large hand to help Jisung up. Jisung knew he shouldn’t have said it. He knew he should’ve kept his mouth closed but with the alcohol clouding his judgment and the fact that in front of him Minho stood sporting that scar.

“Are you… Lee Know?” Jisung stuttered out. Even as drunk as he was he noticed the change in Minho's expression as he said the name. Minho straightened himself and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” He turned to walk back to the bathroom. Jisung sprang up and grabbed his wrist. He could see it now. The way he styled his hair, the shape of his eyes were the same as they were behind the mask, cold yet you could drown in them. And of course, the telltale scar.

“It is you! You have the same scar. You got it from a surgery when you were-“ Jisung didn’t get a chance to finish. Minho grabbed his face and pushed him against the wall. Jisungs head bounced off the hard surface.

“How the fuck did you know?” Any semblance of the kind sunbae that Jisung knew was gone. Vanished without a single trace. Minho’s eyes were dark, filled to the brim with hatred. His brow was tense, pulled together as he spoke through his teeth. Jisung scrambled to find the words to apologize or even explain himself but nothing would come out. With a loud scoff, Minho let him go.

“I’m really sorry, I-I just, I’m a huge fan. I watch your stream every night.” Jisung managed to spit out. Minho let out a dark laugh.

“So what, you’re some fucking stalker then. Fuck, what am I supposed to do now?” He ran a hand through his hair and turned around. “Get me a shirt.” There wasn’t a hint of politeness. Jisung scrambled to his wardrobe and pulled out an old shirt. He hadn’t done laundry so he only had some old t-shirts he normally wore to sleep or relax in. This one in particular was a light blue with a print of a squirrel directly in the middle. Hesitantly, he handed the garment to Minho who scoffed.

“Really?”

“It’s all I had that’s clean…” Minho pulled the shirt over his head reluctantly.

“Listen here, “ he began shoving his finger in Jisungs face. “You don’t know me. Don’t act like you know me in school. I can’t have you telling anyone about me. Better yet, just stop watching my show all together.” Minho turned once again. Jisung couldn’t let him leave like this. He had always wanted to meet him, to have the chance to ask him questions maybe. He had always wondered what he would be like in person. What he would smell like, taste like, feel like. Jisung wouldn’t let this chance get away from him.

“Wait!” Liquid courage was coursing through Jisungs veins. Minho paused in the doorway.

“What?” He responded without bothering to turn around. Jisung took a deep breath.

“If I can’t see you again or watch your show anymore, could I just ask for one favor?” Jisung played with the hem of his white shirt, suddenly overly aware that he was still not wearing any pants.
“Well? Spit it out.” Minho had an idea what Jisung was going to ask for. All of them are like this.

“Could I have a hug?” Minho blinked. That was not what he was expecting. He turned around to fully look at Jisung. If he wasn’t seething with rage, he might have even been turned on by the view in front of him. Jisung stood in the middle of the room, tugging at the end of his shirt, desperate to cover himself. He didn’t dare look up to meet Minho’s eyes. Minho could see the blush crawl up from Jisungs neck all the way to his squirrel-like cheeks. His arms and legs were toned, proof that he took care of himself but he managed to make himself look so… small.

“Fine but after that, we’re done. Do you understand?” Jisung looked up then, joy filling up his eyes. Minho walked over and carefully wrapped his arms around Jisung. He easily enveloped the shorter boy and brought him closer to his chest. He could feel Jisungs breath hitch and his heart beating against his own chest, erratic and quick. Jisung’s body may have been athletic but here in Minho’s arms, he seemed small and fragile. Minho could easily dominate him if he wanted. He thought about how easy it would be to push Jisung onto the bed, to watch his face scrunch up in pleasure.

Minho quickly pulled away. Yet again Jisung refused to meet his gaze and that’s when he saw it. Jisung was hard. The tip of his cock pushed out against his shirt as Jisung tried hard to act like nothing was wrong. The problem was, so was Minho.

“Oh I see,” Minho started, a sly grin creeping onto his face. “If you’re going to ask for a favor you might as well ask for a big one.” Minho stripped off his shirt and pushed Jisung over to the bed.

“W-wait…” Jisung tried to push against Minho’s chest but the leftover alcohol made him weak. Minho towered over Jisung.

“Take off your shirt.” Minho demanded. Not giving the other boy a chance to speak. Jisung fumbled with his shirt, taking too long for Minho’s liking. “Oh my god, just let me do it.” Minho skillfully pulled off the other boy's shirt leaving him bare besides his underwear. Instinctively, Jisung pulled his arms to his chest, feeling too exposed.

“Do you have a condom?” Minho asked. Jisung shook his head. “Lube?” Another shake of his blonde hair. This received another groan from Minho.

“This is my first time…” Jisung spoke just loud enough for Minho to catch it.

“You’re a virgin?” Of course he was, Minho thought to himself. He looked down to where Jisung was still painfully hard inside his briefs. Might as well make the kid feel good before he left.

Minho knelt down between Jisungs legs and began palming at his erection. Jisung quickly started letting out soft moans and pants through his plump lips. He was close, so very close and he hadn’t even been fully touched. As if Minho could read his mind, he hooked a finger past the seam of Jisungs briefs and pulled them down until Jisungs cock sprung free. He was already dripping with precum, desperate for any kind of friction so he could find his release. Minho easily wrapped his hand around the entirety of the others' length. Slowly, he began stroking it, letting his hand squeeze a little tighter at the tip. In seconds, Jisung was moaning loudly, bucking his hips up into Minho's grasp. He was writhing in pleasure, gripping onto the sheets with such force that his knuckles had turned white. Minho could feel the strain in his own pants getting more and more impossible to ignore at each sound that passed through Jisungs pink lips. He sped up his pace, desperate to finish him off so he could go home and lose himself in the memory. He would definitely be keeping this image for material later.

Minho continued to pump Jisung until he was sure he was about to finish and then slowed his pace again, earning loud whines and breathy 'pleases' as Jisung frantically fucked himself into Minhos hand. Minho stood from his spot between Jisungs thighs, never once stopping his movements and leaned down until his lips just barely grazed Jisungs ear.

“For a virgin, you sure know how to sound like a slut.” Minho breathed out. This was enough to send Jisung over the age, shooting hot ribbons all over his stomach. Minho was quick to let go of Jisung and head to the bathroom to clean himself up. By the time Minho finished, Jisung was knocked out, his breathing steadier than it had been just moments ago. Minho spared a glance at the rest of the Jisungs body before picking up the shirt that he had discarded on the floor. With one last huff, he threw on the horrendous shirt and made his way out of the apartment, leaving a sleeping Jisung to himself. Naked and covered in his own cum, yet sleeping more peacefully than he had in a long time.

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Jisung had been awake for a while though he made no attempt to move. He laid there still naked and filthy, desperate to recall the past night's activities. He remembered drinking everything that sunbae had given him, even after his vision began to blur. He remembers being hauled into a cab. Everything after that is fuzzy. It’s as if it’s right at the tip of his memory, he can almost figure it out but he just couldn’t grasp it. Slowly, he raised himself up, leaning back on his hands. He glanced around the room, wondering if maybe he fell asleep after watching Lee Know. It hit him then. Minho, his kind hearted sunbae, was Lee Know. But Minho was so nice. Or at least he thought he was. How could someone change so quickly? Jisung had never heard any rumors about Minho, especially not any that said he was rude or demeaning at all. Everyone had something good to say about him. He was eloquently spoken, knew how to act around others so they wouldn’t suspect that Minho was anything other than what he showed them. But Jisung knew the truth now.

Maybe it was all just a very realistic dream, he thought. Maybe he had gotten confused with what was real and what was fiction due to near alcohol poisoning. He looked down at his body. No, it was real. He should apologize. Or at least, he would if he was allowed to even speak to the older man. Minho had told him to never speak to him again, to never watch his broadcast again. Jisung felt his heart fall to his stomach. In school, he would have no choice but to see him. They shared a class. However, the broadcast was another story. Would Jisung really have to give it up? He felt a pain in his chest as the thought crossed his mind.

Jisung finally stood and made his way to the bathroom to shower off the remnants of last night. As he scrubbed his body, his mind wandered to Minho. How he had wrapped his hand around Jisungs entire length without issue. Jisung reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, pumping himself quickly. What had Minho done to make it feel so good? He tried his best to recreate the feeling Minho had drawn out of him but nothing felt as pleasurable as the feeling of his hands on him. Jisung closed his eyes and pictured Minho back in front of him, jerking him off with calloused hands in the shower, pressing hot, opened mouth kisses against his neck. Jisung gripped himself tighter. It still wasn’t the same. He let his mind wander further into his fantasies. He let himself think about Minho's chest and how it would feel to be pressed against it, not like the hug he had received that had made him hard but this time skin to skin. He shuddered at the thought of Minho whispering into his ear while he pushed himself inside him. Jisung could feel his release coming fast. His pumping became quicker and more erratic, coaxing breathy moans past his lips as he imagined Minho with his messy hair and carved chest. With a loud groan, he finally came.

He stood there in the shower for a few minutes, coming to terms with what he had just done. He had jerked off to Lee Know plenty of times, more than he would like to admit. However, this was before he knew his real identity. Now he was just jerking it to his classmate who wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He forced himself to finish his shower quickly and start his day.

~~~

A few days had passed without any run-ins with Minho. It made sense as they only had one class together twice a week. Jisung was both thankful and a little upset about it. On one hand, he knew he wasn’t supposed to even look in his sunbaes direction let alone look forward to seeing him. In the other, he wanted to see even more so now that he knew his real identity. Even if it would hurt him.

Once again he found himself in his communications classroom, the same class he shared with Minho. He always arrived before anyone else so he could have his usual seat in the middle of the room. After a few minutes, students began filing in. Every now and then he would peek to see if it was Minho. After about 15 students, he stopped checking.

“Hey sunbae!” He heard from behind. Jisung looked back over to the doorway just as Minho finally strode into the room with the same amount of confidence he did everyday. His hair was lightly curled today, but parted in the same way it always was. He wore an oversized cream button up with the first two buttons left undone and light wash jeans that hugged his strong thighs. He smiled and waved cheerfully at his group members. There was no sign of the boorish and defensive man Jisung had the displeasure of meeting the night before. However, as their eyes met, he caught a glimpse of him as Minho’s eyes narrowed. His usual friendly smile was replaced with a firm, tight line and it was as if he was daring Jisung to act as if they had known each other. The sight sent a chill down Jisung’s spine and he spun around.

Class went by rather smoothly. To his surprise, Mina, the group member from before, had actually done some research. She explained to Jisung that she hadn’t meant to sound entitled but that she really was very busy, though she wanted to still do her part. Unsurprisingly though, KangHoon hadn’t done a thing. He sat across from Jisung and Mina, with his legs spread and arms crossed in the same position it seemed he was always in.

“Did you have any research to add?” Jisung asked timidly. KangHoon scoffed.

“I was busy. Haven’t had a chance.” His response was short though you could easily tell he was annoyed. Jisung was prepared to leave it at that, not wanting to start anything and deal with the repercussions but Mina wasn’t having it.

“If you think we’re going to do all the work and still put your name on it, you’re crazy.” She snapped at KangHoon. The aforementioned moved to lean over the desk.

“I don’t know what you’re going to do about it. You should really watch your tone sweetheart.” His grin made Jisung uncomfortable but Mina didn’t back down. She tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear and leaned over the table.

“If you ever call me sweetheart again, I’ll rip out your tongue.” Her voice may have been quiet but her intentions were loud. KangHoon slammed his hands on the table and stood up, pushing his chair far behind him.

“What did you say to me!?” He shouted. Mina remained calm but by now all eyes were on their table.

“Listen KangHoon, why don’t we-“ Jisung was cut off before he could finish.

“What is going on here?” Minho was suddenly beside them. His face remained neutral as he glanced between Mina and KangHoon. He clearly had the kind of authoritative voice to easily command a room. KangHoon seemed taken aback, as if he would step down but he compiled his confidence and continued.

“This bitch just threatened me!”

“You should really watch your tone.” Mina said with a smirk. Minho held up both hands.

“I don’t want to hear it. This is a classroom and we need to act appropriately. Any altercations can be handled and dealt with outside of the room.” Minho's voice was consistent and firm to show that he wouldn’t be listening to any excuses. KangHoon scoffed and grabbed his bag.

“Whatever, I don’t have to take this shit.” He mumbled as he stormed out of the classroom.

“Ha, serves him right.” Mina laughed. Jisung sighed, he truly hated confrontation.

“Please try to keep the fighting to a minimum next time.” Minho offered a small smile to Mina who nodded. He looked up to face Jisung and shot another glare similar to the one he had given Jisung. Jisung let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding as Minho walked away. This class was sure to be very fun this semester.

~~~

“Well someone’s quiet this evening.” Hyunjin pouted, poking Jisungs cheeks. Hyunjin and Jisung often worked the same shift at the cafe Felix’s uncle owned. It was a relatively easy job. It was close to campus so Jisung could head straight there after school. He normally worked the closing shift, only picking up mornings on days he didn’t have class. Business was steady, on weekdays they would get the occasional rush around 5 to 7 o’clock. Weekends however, were a totally different story.Usually no matter what day it was, Jisung would be full of life, going along and taking part in whatever antics Hyunjin would start. Hyunjin could tell that something was off.

“Just a little tired is all.” Jisung kept his answer short, hoping his playful friend would leave it at that. He continued to face the espresso machine, knowing what kind of look his friend was giving him.

“Oh yeah, lemme guess, spent the whole night watching your little cam boy.” Hyunjin teased. Jisung turned a deep red.

“Is that all you think I do?!” Jisung turned quickly. Hyunjin was leaning against the counter top, laughing with all his might. Jisung threw the towel he kept on his shoulder at Hyunjin who wasn’t able to catch it in time.

“Hey! Watch the face!” Hyunjin exclaimed, checking any reflective surface he could find. Just then Felix walked through the swinging door from the kitchen. He was smiling ear to ear, holding a tray full of fresh brownies. He set the treats carefully on the counter. He gestured toward them with a nervous hand.

“Here, I wanted you guys to try them first. I tweaked the recipe a little.” Hyunjin nearly ran to grab a brownie before Jisung had a chance to reach for one. He couldn’t be any more obvious about his feelings but Felix was oblivious.

“I bet no matter what you did, they’re going to be delicious Lix.” Hyunjin said before taking a large bite. He let out a high pitched moan as the brownie touched his tongue.

“Hyunjin!” Jisung whispered as the few customers that were still inside stopped to stare at the trio. Felix let out a little giggle clearly entertained.

“Oh please, I know you were making those sounds last night watching Lee Know.” Jisung smacked the red head’s arm then, earning a squeal and a pout. Hyunjin picked up another brownie and continued eating. Felix shook his head with a small smile, before heading back to the kitchen to clean up his mess. Jisung continued to organize and stock up behind the counter as he brought up the topic that had been stuck on his mind.

“Actually, speaking of Lee Know, do you know anything about him?” Jisung asked sheepishly. Hyunjin was always online and seemed to know about everything. He figured that if anyone would know something about Lee Know, it would be Hyunjin. Hyunjin thought for a moment, finishing up his last bite.

“I don’t know much.” He started “He’s pretty well known in the community. He’s garnered quite the following in the small amount of time he’s been broadcasting. It makes sense. He’s got an amazing body and a sultry voice. Not to mention he’s got a huge dick.” Hyunjin winked at Jisung, who promptly rolled his eyes. “Some say he’s some rich man's plaything or a kpop idol trainee. But no one knows for certain. He’s been really good at keeping his private life just that, private.”

It made sense to Jisung why Minho was so angry when he confronted him. He was exposing his secret identity. He could only assume that the broadcaster had thought that Jisung would tell everybody or at least threaten to.

“Why? Do you know something?” Hyunjin asked. Before Jisung could answer the door chimed and a group walked in.

Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes. God must be playing tricks on him, dragging him through the mud over and over. Waltzing through the door was Minho, along with two other guys he remembers seeing at the department dinner. The one to his left side had fluffy dark brown hair and wide eyes underneath round black framed glasses. He wore an oversized hoodie with light wash jeans. His whole demeanor screamed golden retriever to Jisung. He seemed friendly enough, smiling as he talked to the man on Minho’s right. This man seemed just as friendly as the other despite his dark clothing. Laughing so freely as his eyes crinkled up. He was wearing a black shirt he had cut the sleeves off of and tight black jeans. He had paired them with black boots and a chain. His black hair laid curly against his head and messy in a good way. The look seemed tough and intimidating but his face and body language screamed kindness and comfort.

And then there was Minho, still wearing the clothes from that morning's lecture, he sauntered in face neutral unlike his smiling friends. At first it seemed as though he hadn’t noticed Jisung. Lucky. He thought to himself. He turned back to face Hyunjin, prepared to beg him to help the customers but he saw that he was already gone, presumably to help Felix in the kitchen. He gathered up all his courage and met the group at the counter.

“Welcome to Blueprint Cafe, how can I help you?” He put on his best customer service voice trying to look anywhere but Minho’s direction.

“Uhh I’ll take…an iced americano. Oh! With extra syrup please!” The puppy-like man ordered.

“Okay and for you?” Jisung looked to the man on the right who studied the menu fully.

“Come on grandpa Chan don’t hurt yourself.” The other boy said with a laugh.

“Seungmin…” ‘Chan’ sighed as if he had been dealing with this for so long that he wasn’t truly affected by it. He moved his gaze to Jisung and smiled. “What would you recommend?” He asked. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked him this question but in this situation he just couldn’t think straight. He tried to compose himself enough to think of a single drink on the menu.

“People seem to really enjoy the iced cafe latte these days, so that would be my first recommendation.” Jisung forced out. Another smile from the curly haired boy.

“I’ll take that then. Could you please add a slice of cheesecake as well?” Jisung quickly entered everything into the system. Now it was only Minho left. Jisung forced himself to meet Minho’s gaze. He was shocked to see that it didn’t hold any negative emotions at all. In fact, he looked just as warm hearted as the first time they met. It was like an entirely different person.

“I’ll have an iced americano too please.” Minho ordered with a smile. A smile. At Jisung. He was so taken aback that for a minute Jisung just stared at him. Minho was beautiful, even more so when he smiled like that. It was such a change that Jisung wondered which one was the real Minho. Catching himself, Jisung entered in the final order and read the total. Minho handed Jisung his card and let him slide it through the machine.

“Okay, you’re all set, that will be out shortly!” Jisung handed Minho his card and a small device that would vibrate when their order was ready. The group sauntered off to a nearby table and took a seat while Jisung started making their order.

“You know that kid looks really familiar but I just can’t place where I’ve seen him before.” Chan said as he sat down in his chair. Seungmin took a seat beside him and scootched in.

“He was at the department dinner. He was the one who Minho hyung had to take home, remember?” Chan made a face of realization and smiled.

“Oh that’s right, the cutie who got stuck with that one guy who wouldn’t stop force feeding him drinks.” Chan recalled with a smirk. Seungmin scoffed.

“If you thought he was so cute, why didn’t you go be his white knight?” Chan laughed and ruffled Seungmin’s hair. Minho acted as though he was listening, but really he was focused on the blonde behind the counter. Would he say anything while his friends were here? He didn’t think he would but to be safe he offered to pick up the drinks and Chan’s cheesecake when they were ready. As Jisung handed him the tray, he spoke softly, not even trying to meet his gaze.

“H-hey sunbae.” Minho glared at him.

“Did I say you could talk to me?” He spat out. Jisung fought against his fight or flight reaction and continued.

“No… but… I was just wondering when you were going to give me my shirt back?” He fiddled with his hands as he spoke. “It’s one of my favorites.” Jisung flashed a small smile. Cute, Minho thought. Shocked by his inner thoughts, he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return it soon.” He said with annoyance and left to rejoin his friends. Jisung took a deep breath and returned to his restocking.

~~~

Minho didn’t enjoy constantly running into the guy who found his secret identity on their second meeting. He couldn’t even understand how he had figured it out so fast. He tried too hard to keep up the illusion that he was some selfless sunbae who cared about everyone, it was the only reason he even bothered to volunteer to take Jisung home but look where it got him. Some fucking dork figured out his identity. The worst part? He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to wreck him. He had actually wanted to fuck him that night, if only Jisung hadn’t been a virgin. He chalked it up to not having had sex in a while and that’s what truly made him so horny. That had to be it.

He messaged Jisung on Line and told him he would give him his shirt back on Wednesday.

Stalker
Wow sunbae!
You really texted me !
I won’t be at school that day, I’m visiting home.

He followed his message up with an emoticon of a penguin bowing its head with the words ‘sorry’ above it. Great. Just great. Just then Minho’s alarm, alerting him to get ready for his broadcast, sounded.

Quickly, he stripped off his clothes from school and changed into a zip up hoodie and a pair of black athletic shorts. He grabbed his black and white mask and slipped it on before sitting down in his red and black chair, pulling up whatever porn he could find the quickest. He readjusted his camera and hit the record button.

Almost instantly, the chatroom flooded with comments saying how they missed him and how good he was looking. This is why he did what he did. People loved him, and he loved that. He craved the attention they gave him and the praises they threw at him. He unzipped his sweater and let his bare chest on full display for his fans to see. The comments went wild.

“Alright alright guys, calm down.” Minho gave the camera a seductive smile as he set up the video on his left screen to help him get hard. “Tonight I’ll be a sexy dancer with a libido that just won’t quit!’ He hit play on the video he had set up and freed himself from his pants.

After a few seconds of trying, it seemed as if he just couldn’t get it up. He tried another video, and then another. Not a single reaction. He tried 3 more videos, still nothing. The viewers started to notice, quick to comments things like ‘oh shit looks like his dick is broken’ and ‘what a waste of time’. Minho panicked, searching his mind for anything anything, that could get him hard. If push comes to shove, he could just fake it. There was a screen covering his cock anyway so no one could really know. He closed his eyes, digging through his brain for the sexiest thing he could think of. I didn’t have any problems when I was with- Minho sucked in a breath. At the thought of Jisung, his dick twitched. He couldn’t believe it. The thought of that nerd had been what did it for him?

Desperate to end the livestream, he let his mind wander. He pictured Jisung underneath him, his cheeks flushed with want, thick lips parted slightly letting pants of satisfaction pass through. He thought about how tight Jisung would be, he knew he was a virgin, Jisung wouldn’t know what to do but that would be his undoing.

Finally after one last image, Minho came, covering his lower abdomen. Comments rolled through, ‘guess he was fine after all lol’ people said. He was anything but. He ended the livestream and threw his mask at the wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with me!?” He ran his long fingers through his hair. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He figured the next broadcast would be better. However, one time turned into two, which turned into three and by the fourth time, Minho had had enough. If he couldn’t stay hard, how was he supposed to do a livestream. He could’t keep faking it. People would start to notice and he’d lose the audience he worked hard for.

“I gotta get laid. Yeah that’s it.” He thought aloud after his stream ended. It would have to be something that could really satisfy him. However, he couldn’t think of anyone. It couldn’t be someone from campus, he’d worked too hard to build up that cringy persona. There was no way he was going to let that go to waste for a quick fuck. Then maybe, Jisung? No way. Jisung was a virgin and more importantly a viewer. He was going to have to figure something out, and fast.

Chapter Text

“Hey everyone!
Due to personal reasons, I will be going on a 3 week hiatus. I will return on XX at 10pm. Thank you for your understanding.
-Lee Know”

“A hiatus!?” Jisung shouted at his screen. After several days of forcing himself not to login and watch Lee Know, he finally succumbed to his desires. He figured with as many viewers as the older had, there’s no way he would see Jisung was one of them. He was shocked to find that Lee Know had posted a message on his page announcing his break.

For as long as Jisung tuned in to his streams, Minho had rarely taken a break. Whenever he did, he would be sure to post about it days in advance. This was sudden. Concern painted Jisungs face as each distressing scenario played out in his head. As if on cue, the blonde's phone vibrated with a message from the older.

Minho Sunbae
Meet me at the cafe you work at tomorrow. I’ll return your shirt.

Jisung couldn’t help the flutter in his chest. Even if it was just a simple message from Minho, he was thrilled. He wished that he could have kept his mouth shut the night Minho took him home. Maybe they could have even been friends, or even something more. Jisung shook the thought from his head. There was no reason to get his hopes up about something that would never happen. In order to prevent falling down a hole of ‘what ifs’, Jisung spent the remainder of his night studying until he drowned out all thoughts of the camboy.

~~~

There was a new chill in the air as autumn began to emerge. Jisung was happy though as it was his favorite time of year. He tried to keep it simple, something casual but well styled. He settled on a pair of black jeans and white t-shirt with a light wash jean jacket over top. His black shoulder pack was positioned perfectly across his chest and he topped everything off with a white bucket hat.

Jisung was first to arrive at the cafe although he had planned to show up before Minho. He figured this way he could order and try to calm his ever growing nerves.

At the sound of the door chimes, Hyunjin and Felix turned toward the door. Once they realized who had walked in, smiles rose on both their faces. Jisung smiled and waved as he waited for them to finish up a customer's order.

“Long time, no see my dear friend.” Hyunjin teased. “What brings you into this fine establishment today?” He let his elbows rest on the counter as he placed his head into his hands and batted his eyes. Jisung playfully pushed his face as he walked up to the register.

“I’m actually meeting someone.” Jisung answered, fiddling with his fingers. Hyunjin shot up from his spot. The look of utter shock on his face was almost offensive if it wasn’t for his knowledge of his love for him. He knew he didn’t have a ton of friends but was it really that surprising for him to hang out with someone. Sure he normally hung out with Hyunjin and Felix, but those weren’t the only people present in his life. Jisung figured it would just be exhausting trying to convince the two that he had other friends and instead just placed his order and went to find a table.

“My little sungie? Is meeting someone?” Hyunjin fake wiped a tear from his face. Felix rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless at his friend's playfulness.

“I don’t think I have ever met another one of Jisung’s friends.” Felix said quietly to Hyunjin as he began to make the aforementioned man's drink. Hyunjin began digging through the years of memories shared with his friend. Now that he really looked back, he doesn’t recall meeting anyone else. There might’ve been a few times, a childhood friend or a family member Jisung had been especially close to but other than that, nothing.

“You know what, I don’t think I have either.” Hyunjin threw a hand over his mouth and gasped dramatically. “Oh my god Lix, what if it’s a date?” He whispered as if Jisung might hear them. Felix’s eyes lit up like stars as he grabbed Hyunjin’s arm and let out a small squeak. He didn’t even bother trying to hide his excitement. If there was anything in this world that made Felix glow, it was love. He was the definition of a hopeless romantic. If he wasn’t watching some new rom-com that had caught his interest, he was nose deep in a romance novel. One would think with the countless hours he poured into everything romance, he would pick up when someone might have been flirting with him but that was not the case for him.

Felix was as oblivious to things regarding himself as he was beautiful. He was exceptionally good at understanding others' emotions, even if they didn’t understand them themselves. All it would take was 5 minutes in the same room with the blonde haired boy and it was over. He could read you as easy as if you were a book left open on a coffee table. However, he couldn’t tell if someone was flirting with him no matter how transparent they were. Hyunjin would know. He’d been flirting blatantly with the blonde for years and he’d never been the wiser.

“Oh my god what if it is?” Before they could pick apart the meaning behind Jisung’s meetup, the door chimed again.

“Welc-” The two boys froze as they took in the man who had just walked in. His appearance alone was enough to blind them. His thighs alone had Hyunjin ready to ask for his number. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, parted farther to the left and curled inwards at the ends to frame his face. His jawline was sharp, matching the same sharpness in his feline like eyes. He was dressed comfortably with black jeans and a brown button up layered over a black turtleneck. He walked casually to the counter and flashed a bright grin towards the two boys. Felix couldn’t help but notice how the smile didn’t quite match his eyes.

“Hi! I’ll take a cafe latte with extra syrup please.” His voice was smooth but raw, captivating. Hyunjin could barely focus on anything he was saying.

“Sunbae!” Jisung called from his spot across the room. The workers' jaws dropped, not caring about what the customer might think. The man looked towards Jisung for a moment before turning his attention back to Hyunjin who still stared slack jawed at his friend.

“And if you could just bring mine out with his that would be great!” The man handed Hyunjin a bill way over the amount due. “You can keep the rest.” The man said with a wink and headed his way to Jisung.

“Did you catch anything he just said?” Felix asked Hyunjin who just shook his head. Felix rolled his eyes and began making his drink.

Jisung found it difficult to avert his gaze as Minho talked to his friends. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous of the friendliness the two boys behind the counter received from Minho, even if it was just out of formality. He watched as Hyunjin took Minho’s order slack-jawed, clearly just as enamored by his good looks as Jisung had been when they first met. He didn’t miss the wink that the brunette shot at his friend either. Envy clawed at his stomach. He wishes he could have that type of interaction. Jisung turned his head as Minho made his way over to him.

“Here,” Minho dropped the bag nonchalantly in front of the blonde. “You can have my drink when it comes out.”

“You’re not going to finish your drink?” Jisung asked with a tilt of his head. He didn’t want this to end already. This was the only string he had connecting him with Minho. If he let the boy walk away now, everything would be over. Though there wasn’t anything there to end.

“I have no reason to stay.” Minho added curtly. There was no kindness in his eyes, but instead something else Jisung couldn’t place. He barely made eye contact with Jisung, whereas normally he would burn holes through the younger with his glares. Jisung was desperate for a reason to keep Minho here but there wasn’t an excuse he could think of that would really work.

With perfect timing, Felix and Hyunjin all but ran out to their table carrying a tray with two drinks and a large piece of cheesecake, topped with an overabundance of whipped cream, the way Jisung would order it everytime. Hyunjin held the tray steady as Felix set the drinks in front of their respective guests and reached for the plate of cheesecake.

“Here,” Felix set it down in the middle of the two boys. “This one is one the house, freshly made this morning. I hope you two enjoy it!” Jisung watched the gears turn in Minho’s head. If he left and refused the cheesecake, he might come off as ungrateful and that would damage his entire facade. On the other hand, if he accepted he would have to sit here and deal with Jisung. It seemed his reputation was more important than his dislike for the other as he took the seat across from Jisung.

Felix remained standing there, the brightest smile on his face as he looked between the two. Jisung shot a pleading look at Hyunjin, who promptly pulled his manager with him back behind the counter.

“Like he said, enjoy!” With that, the two wannabe cupids left. Jisung was the first to break the silence that followed.

“I saw that you were taking a hiatus. Is everything okay?” He asked, trying not to drool over the cheesecake in front of him.

“Didn’t I tell you not to watch my streams?” Minho replied after glancing to make sure the coast was clear. Jisung turned bright red, as he seemed to do often, Minho noted.

“I know but- Anyway I was just worried that’s all.” Jisung picked up the fork left next to him. “Do you mind if I take some? The cheesecake here is my favorite.” Jisung half expected some sort of annoyed comment but instead Minho just gestured for him to go ahead. He knew what Felix was trying to do by bringing the drinks and cheesecake to them. He would have to tell them later that it was pointless. He knew Felix wanted to play matchmaker and Hyunjin was most likely pulled in against his will, not being the biggest fan of meddling in love. He appreciated having his friends look out for him though, even if it made his heart ache.

The cheesecake was delicious, the perfect creamy texture with a hint of lemon. The whip cream on top was homemade as well, whipped with a bit of vanilla as well to really tie in the flavors. It was no surprise that with the tower of the light topping, he managed to smear it on his cheek as he fit it into his mouth. He finished his chewing before taking a moment to lick the cream from his face.

Minho took in the sight from across the table. He knew it was just whip cream, but his mind wandered into the deepest parts of his filthy brain. Jisung might as well have been moving in slow motion, tantalizingly. Minho imagined what Jisung would look like, laying on his bed, lips raw and red, face covered in-

“Are you going to have any?” Jisung asked when he noticed Minho staring. Minho looked startled when Jisung spoke, which earned him a confused stare from the younger. “Are you okay?” Jisung’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked Minho over.

“You asked why I was taking a break earlier.” Minho began, “It’s because I haven’t had sex.” Jisung felt his face boil. He knew he was a serial blusher but with the pure heat radiating from his cheeks, he knew he had to be 18 shades of red.

“O-oh.” Jisung stuttered. He forced himself to hold his focus on the man in front of him. He didn’t want Minho to think he was so pathetic as to get himself worked up at just the mention of sex.

“I like to use my personal experiences as story material during my streams. You should know that. Majority of the situations I talk about are true.” Minho leaned closer to Jisung. “That’s why I need to find someone to hook up with.”

Jisung blinked in confusion. Did Minho want him to set him up with someone? It would be embarrassing if he had to confess to Minho that he didn’t actually have that many friends. In fact, he had already met both of them. Minho was looking at Jisung with a gaze the blonde just couldn’t place. Minho’s feline-like eyes were already pretty neutral. Never giving anything away except for now, where something dark lingered behind his eyes. A smirk spread across his face.

“Did you want me to help you find someone?” Jisung questioned. Minho sighed and shook his head.

“I want you to do it.” Jisung must’ve been dreaming. He refuses to believe that this moment was really happening. Was Minho really asking Jisung to sleep with him? But wait, didn’t he already tell Jisung he didn’t mess with virgins?

“I thought you didn’t like to mess with virgins?” Jisung picked at his nails as he waited for a response. Minho took a deep breath.

“Ah that’s right. Well, lucky you then. You get to have your favorite person pop your cherry, how great.” Minho swiped his finger across the whip cream and licked it clean. This was it. A way to keep Minho close to him. It may not have been exactly what Jisung had in mind when he hoped that he could form a relationship with his classmate but beggars can’t be choosers. Plus Minho was right. What kind of dumb luck do you have to have in order to get the chance to sleep with someone you had only ever fantasized about in the comfort of your dark room at 3 in the morning.

Minho reached over and grabbed Jisung’s fork which had been forgotten in the cheesecake. He cut off a piece and stabbed it, holding it towards Jisung. The boy's eyes were like saucers, flitting back and forth between the food and Minho, who still gazed at him with that unreadable dark look in his eyes. Was this opportunity even something he could turn down? He would do most anything for Minho and the older knew that. This certainly wasn’t where Jisung thought this was going to go.

“What do you say?” Minho asked, slowly getting impatient with the others' lack of response. “If not you, I can just find someone else.” But I can’t get hard if it’s not you, Minho thought to himself. He was getting nervous until finally Jisung leaned in and wrapped his mouth around the fork, gently sliding the cheesecake off. For the second time since he had arrived, Minho felt himself twitch in his jeans.

Minho smiled, a sultry one, as if he had successfully tricked his prey into falling into his trap. Jisung wouldn’t let this change elude him.

“Good boy.” Minho whispered. He set the firm back down with a clatter and rose from the table. “I’ll be in touch.” With that he left, leaving Jisung alone with his erratic heart.

Chapter Text

It didn’t take very long for Minho to reach out to Jisung. The younger had been buried in classwork for hours when the text came through. His heartbeat began to race at just the name popping up on his screen. The message was curt, only containing the location and time for them to meet up. He was nervous, the consequences and anxiety of his decision weighed down on him. He wasn’t regretting his decision per se, more that he was really thinking about what he agreed to. He had never had sex before, hadn’t even kissed another before, and now he was jumping right into have a sex partner. Hesitantly, he got ready to meet with Minho.

The address took him to a local Chinese restaurant that looked way out of Jisung’s pay range. He walked in and gave the host Minho’s name and the host swiftly directed him to a private room. When the door slid open, Minho was sitting there, sipping from his glass, calm as ever. Jisung was full of smiles, he had never been to a restaurant this fancy. He sat down across from Minho as the server filled up the second glass and placed it in front of him.

“I ordered something already,” Minho said once they were alone. “So don’t worry about a menu.” Jisung nodded.

“Why did you want to meet here?” Jisung asked, taking a drink to wetten his dry throat. Minho sighed as he crossed his arms.

“I realized that I didn’t get to fully explain this whole ordeal to you and I wanted to do that before we started anything.” Minho spoke calmly. He seemed like he had done this before. Of course he had, he was Lee Know, the man with millions of dirty stories up his sleeve. He was sexy and he was charismatic, no doubt able to get whatever he wanted from people. Especially from Jisung, who turned to putty at any request.

“I wanted to make things clear. Do not fall in love with me. Don’t get into this and think one day things will change because they won’t. This,” Minho pointed between the two. “Will never happen.”

Jisung’s heart dropped as Minho brutally shot down the chance of becoming anything more than fuck buddies. It wasn’t as if he expected or thought they would ever grow into something more passionate, more exclusive. But it was nice to think about. Before Jisung could say anything else, the waiter pushed open the door and set their food down in front of them, leaving without saying a word.

Everything looked delicious. Jisung had to keep himself from drooling at the variety of meats and side dishes covering the entire table, hardly leaving space for anything else. He could feel Minho’s eyes watching him as he stared hungrily at everything. Jisung let out a nervous chuckle and tried to compose himself.

“Eat,” Minho smirked, placing a piece of marinated beef on Jisungs empty plate. “You’ll need the energy.”

~~~

Unbeknownst to Jisung, Minho had brought his own car to the restaurant, only finding out when Minho instructed him to follow him. He attempted to control the shaking of his hands as he reached for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and slid in. The interior was clean, spotless. If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed this car was rented. The only give away was the keychain hanging from the rearview mirror. Inside was a photo of three cats. Jisung cooed as he reached for the keychain.

“They’re so cute! Are these cats yours, sunbae?” He asked, smile beaming as he looked affectionately at the photo. Minho looked back at him, something Jisung didn’t recognize flashed in his eyes. The emotion was gone as fast as it appeared. He focused on the road ahead of him and began driving.

“Yes. Those are my cats, Sooni, Doongi, and Dori.” Minho didn’t bother to hide the grin that crept onto his face. He would never pass up a chance to talk about his three children. Jisung giggled as he let the keychain swing back and forth. “I got Sooni first, when I was volunteering at the animal shelter in middle school.” Minho’s slight grin turned into a toothy smile as he talked about his cats. “I didn’t even ask my mom, I just told her I was bringing home a cat. Doongi I got when a friend’s cat had kittens. Dori I adopted in a similar fashion to Soongi”

“You must love them a lot. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you give a real smile.” Jisung pointed out with a smile of his own. Minho’s brain stuttered. Why was he bothering to tell this kid about his cats anyway? He huffed and focused his attention back to the road ahead of him.

~~~

The hotel that Minho had booked a room in was far more luxurious than Jisung had expected. Everything was sleek and modern, the regality of it made him nervous. Minho on the other hand, seemed confident and right at home. The room itself was large.The entire wall in front of him was made of towering windows overlooking the entire city. It looked mesmerizing from all the way up where Jisung now stood. The lights still on across the city seemed brighter, prettier against the now dark sky.

“Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna shower?” Minho spoke from behind Jisung. His hair was slightly damp and all he wore was a bathrobe. Jisung felt like his body had been filled with molten lava. The city may have looked pretty but Minho was beautiful. His toned chest was peeking out through the slit in the white robe, which brought out just how tan he really was. The younger was starstruck to say the least.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the view.” Jisung let out a huff, not quite a laugh but something more of amusement. “I’ve never been this high up. Normally I’m afraid of heights, but this looks pretty! I think I’m too in awe to be scared.” He let out a real giggle this time. Minho stared as Jisung eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Have you never seen the city from here?” Minho asked without much thought. Jisung shook his head.

“Nope. Of course I’ve seen the city lights from the ground but never from high enough to really rake in the vastness of it. It’s kind of neat isn’t it?” Minho nodded, still giving a look that Jisung could’ve sworn was a good one. Not that he could easily differentiate Minho’s expressions. They stood there like that for a while, Jisung making sure to embed the view into his brain while Minho tried to see the beauty that the latter was able to see.

“I’ll take a shower then.” Jisung broke the short silence. Minho simply nodded.

When Jisung emerged from his shower, Minho was sat at the end of the king sized bed scrolling through his phone. Upon seeing Jisung, Minho discarded the device and smirked darkly. Jisung had taken the other robe in the bathroom and wrapped himself in it. He had tried to cover his chest, not showing nearly as much as Minho was. The blonde fiddled with the tie on the soft robe as he stood in front of the older man. His nervousness was clear in his posture and movements. Minho would be lying if he said that his shyness wasn’t awakening something in him. Would Jisung still be this nervous when he was below him? The thought had his cock twitching.

Minho reached out to Jisung and grabbed his wrist, earning a yelp from the younger as he pulled him to his knees between Minho's legs.

“Remember what I said. You better not tell anyone about this.” Minho reminded Jisung of the true nature of this meetup. “Don’t expect me to take it easy on you either. I’m not your boyfriend.” Jisung nodded, aware of what he had agreed to back at the restaurant.

“Good boy. Now you have quite the pretty mouth,” Minho’s voice was dripping with lust. “Why don’t you show me what you can do with it?” He untied his robe and tossed it behind Jisung on the floor, putting himself on full display.

Jisung was once again speechless. He knew Minho was big thanks to all his time watching his videos, but there was no way that thing was going to fit inside of him. No matter how much prepping he did.

“Are you just going to stare at it all night?” Minho scoffed as he pulled Jisung closer. Jisung gulped and slowly wrapped his lips around the tip. His movements were unsure, agonizingly slow. It was obvious that he had never done this before. Jisung struggled to take in the whole length. It had been too long since Minho had last gotten any action and he was easily becoming frustrated with the lack of experience Jisung had. He stood up, letting his cock slip out of Jisungs mouth leaving a trail of spit still connecting them. His mouth didn’t remain empty for long, as Minho grabbed onto Jisungs hair and pulled him closer, tapping his cock against Jisungs swollen lips.

“Open.” He demanded and Jisung obliged, head already feeling fuzzy and dick leaking. Minho didn’t bother being gentle as he slammed himself down Jisungs throat, causing him to moan against Minho. Tears pricked the corners of the youngers eyes as he desperately tried to keep himself from choking as Minho fucked his mouth without any regard.

Jisung was painfully hard, cock begging for any sort of stimulation. His hands were busy gripping onto Minho’s thick thighs trying to stabilize himself. Minho was sure Jisung’s grip on him would have bruises from how hard he was squeezing. From Minho’s point of view, Jisung ahead looked completely ruined. His cheeks were flushed and hot tears were streaming down his face. Minho tightened his hold on Jisungs blond hair causing the kneeling boy to look up at him.

Minho could have finished just from the sight. Jisungs eyes were red and wet, looking so full of desire yet so innocent at the same time. He quickly pulled out not wanting to finish embarrassingly quickly. Jisung took a few deep breaths and wiped the spit off his mouth.

“Get on the bed and lie down on your back.” Minho demanded. Jisung hesitantly let his robe fall off his body and climbed up on the bed. He could hear Minho collecting things from the bedside table. His heart was pounding against his ribs, so fiercely he wasn’t too sure it wasn’t audible.

Now Minho wasn’t proud of the fact that he had imagined this encounter multiple times in the comfort of his apartment, but to have Jisung here, splayed out in front of him was a sight to see. Despite his innocent face, his body was far from it. His arms were toned, muscles more defined than Minho’s were. He could see how they bulged as Jisung tensed up as Minho climbed up between his thighs. Minho couldn’t help but reach out a hand to touch his chest, running it down to just above Jisung’s dripping cock.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part and you already look like you’re going to cum. You really are a virgin aren’t you?” Minho’s tone was mocking. He clearly meant it to be a jab but it made Jisung feel tingly nonetheless.

“I already told you I was…” Jisung murmured quietly. Minho ripped open the condom and quickly rolled it on. He poured some of the lube into his hand and rubbed it all over his cock. He lined himself up with Jisung’s hole and pushed into him with no warning.

Pain shot up Jisungs back, tears immediately forming at the crease of his eyes. He gasped, barely able to comprehend anything and kicked his legs out, effectively knocking Minho clean off the bed with a loud thunk.

“What the fuck!?” Minho shouted at him from his new spot on the floor.

“I’m sorry! It just hurt so bad. I didn’t mean to kick off the bed.” Jisung rubbed his lower back, pouting.

Minho stood back up and put his head in the palms of his hands. He sighed and crawled back up, grabbing the lube again. He grabbed onto Jisung’s calves and pulled him back into a lying position.

“Okay, I’m gonna just loosen you up so it doesn’t hurt.” Jisung nodded, his full lips still in a pout. They looked so inviting, still swollen from how hard Minho had went on his mouth. The brunette had to fight the urge to take his bottom lip between his teeth.

“This part won’t hurt will it?” Jisung asked, looking into Minho’s eyes too intently for his liking.

“I’ll go slow. It might still hurt but you need to relax.” Minho wasn’t normally this intimate with anyone else, normally sticking with a quick fuck and leaving. Most of the women and men he had been with hadn’t needed any prepping before. They were often already ready for him, prepped and all. He should’ve expected Jisung to need more attention.

His comment seemed to calm the blond a bit. He laid his hair back against the pillow and took a few deep breaths, keeping his hands flat on his chest as an act of comfort. Minho lubed up his fingers and brought them to Jisung’s hole. Slowly he pushed in a finger past the ring of muscles.

Jisung let out a gasp, eyes shooting back open as he felt Minho’s finger enter him. The feeling was foreign but not painful. Minho slowly worked his finger in and out of Jisung’s hole, waiting until Jisung was pushing back against his hand before attempting another finger. Jisung gripped the sheets, hissing at the addition. It wasn’t terribly painful but it stung. He could definitely feel the stretch this time.

Minho continued thrusting his fingers, but Jisung wasn’t loosening up.

“Jisung, you need to relax.” Minho said, annoyed.

“You try taking it up the ass for the first time.” He snapped back, not entirely malicious. Minho was taken aback by the man’s response, not expecting him to bite back. He smirked, glad Jisung wasn’t looking at him. Jisung still gripped the sheets in his smaller hands, trying to calm down enough so Minho could properly open him up. When Minho still couldn’t move his fingers, he resorted to other methods of calming Jisung down.

Minho enveloped his long fingers around the base of Jisung’s dick. He was smaller than Minho, making it easy for him to fully grab him. He brought his hand up, letting his thumb run across the slit. A moan slipped past the youngers parted lips. The action may have taken him by surprise but luckily Jisung was relaxing, focused more on the pleasure of Minho stroking his cock than the pain and uncomfortableness of Minho still trying to work him open.

With enough effort, Minho was able to add another finger and soon he was back where he started, lined up with Jisung’s loosened hole. This time it was clear Jisung was ready for him.

“I’m gonna push in now okay?” Minho said. Jisung nodded and inched his way back into Jisung. This time was easier but by god he was still so tight. Minho couldn’t hold back the sigh of relief as he slid inside Jisung.

“Fuck you’re still so tight even after having my fingers inside of you.” Minho breathed out. Jisung moaned and arched his back as Minho bottomed out. Minho pulled out until only the tip was left and slammed himself back inside, earning a loud moan from the other. It was music to his ears. He looked just like Minho thought he would. Sweat was already running down his face, leaving his hair stuck against his forehead. His lips were parted , constant little noises flowing out.

“Please, Hyung.” Jisung breathed out and Minho couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t expect to hear Jisung call him Hyung. Those two words combined with how Jisung was looking up at him, eyes glossed over and already looking completely fucked, something broke inside him. Minho grabbed onto Jisung’s hips and slammed into him again.

Minho couldn’t believe how good Jisung’s ass felt tightening around him. Minho thrusted into him with enough force to send Jisung moving backwards. If it wasn’t for the pillow behind Jisungs head, he was sure he’d be hitting the wooden headboard.

Every touch seemed heightened to Jisung. The pounding in his ears as his brain became too foggy to properly understand what was going on. All he knew, all he could feel was Minho hands pressed against him, setting his skin on fire wherever his long calloused fingers ran across him. He could feel Minho’s eyes cascading over his naked form. He felt vulnerable but in the best way.

“If only you could see how your hole is clenching around me, so greedy for my cock.” Minho spat. Jisung simply moaned louder. Minho leaned down and licked a fat stripe from Jisung’s nipple up to his neck, stopping just below his ear. He enjoyed the feeling of Jisung writhing in pleasure beneath him.

“You may be a virgin but you sure do sound like a whore.” Minho whispered as he pounded into jisung harder. Jisung gripped at Minho’s thighs for the second time that night, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him deeper. He was completely filled up, but he wanted more of him. He reached his hand down and started stroking himself to the pace of Minho’s thrusts, already feeling the heat of his orgasm pooling in his stomach, where he was sure he could see the outline of Minho’s cock inside him.

“Hyung… fuck… ‘m gonna-“ Minho watched as Jisung wildly brought himself closer to his climax. He grabbed onto Jisung’s hand and squeezed hard, stopping Jisung from meeting his end. He whined and tried to move his hand under Minho’s larger ones.

“Ah ah, not yet. I’m not done with you.” Minho pulled out and flipped Jisung’s onto his stomach. He lifted up Jisung’s ass, leaving his swollen hole on display. He slammed his cock back into the man, causing the younger to let out a long stream of profanities and moans.

Jisung could feel Minho hit the bundle of nerves nestled inside of him. His toes curled as he pushed his ass to meet Minho’s thrusts. He knew he was being loud as he let everything out, but he didn’t care. Being with Minho like this was pure euphoria. He was drunk on the sensation of being lusted over by the man he has been so obsessed with. Nothing could compare to this moment.

Minho had to admit, Jisung might’ve been the best fuck he’d had in a while. Sure his blowjob skills were subpar and he took more time to stretch out than anyone else but he was so hot. The way Jisung gripped at everything around him, trying to ground himself as Minho ruthlessly pounded into him. The whiny moans as he begged Minho for more. It caused a fire inside Minho, he wanted nothing more than to wreck him.

Minho reached around and grabbed Jisung’s leaking cock. It only took a few pumps to have Jisung come undone in Minho’s hand. His legs were shaking as Minho continued to jerk him off, fully milking his cock until the last drop off cum had dripped onto the sheets. Jisung clenched around Minho as he was coming down from his high. The feeling had him closer to his own undoing.

Now that he’d finished, Jisung was more sensitive than before. Minho was hitting that wonderful bundle of nerves with every thrust. It was all too much for the blonde.

“Please Minho Hyung… I can’t take any more” His voice was hoarse, nearly gone from taking Minho’s cock down his entire throat and all the moaning he’d been doing. Tears threatened to fall as the stimulation became overbearing. Jisung’s begging pushed him over the edge. His pace became stuttered as he spilled his cum inside of the condom, silently wishing he wasn’t wearing one so he could see how his cum dripped out of the man beneath him.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever. Panting filled the air as the two men tried to catch their breath. Minho pulled out slowly, hissing at the sensitivity. He pulled off the condom and tied it up, tossing it into the nearest trash can.

Jisung wanted to say something, anything as he watched Minho’s movements through half lidded eyes. His vision was blurry, completely drained of energy thanks to the older. He felt sticky from all the sweat. He knew he should get up and take a shower just as Minho seemed to be doing now, but he could barely move a finger. He fought valiantly to keep his eyes open. Alas, his body betrayed him and he fell asleep shortly after Minho disappeared into the bathroom.

When Jisung woke up, he was alone but clean. A rag had been haphazardly thrown on the floor near the bed, evidence that Minho had cleaned him up while he slept. There was no other sign that anyone else had been in the room besides the rag on the floor and money on the bedside table with a note telling Jisung to take a taxi. His heart cracked, even though he knew this would be the turnout. With a sigh, he dragged himself out of the spoiled bed and headed straight for the bathroom, hoping to drown this feeling in his chest.

He showered quickly, not wanting to stay much longer in the empty room. He threw on his clothes from last night. He stopped with his hand on the knob of the door. He gave the room one final look as if to come to terms with what had happened here the night before. With another disappointed sigh, he finally opened the door and shut it behind him, leaving all his unrequited feelings lingering in the room.

Chapter Text

“Hey everybody, Lee Know here! I know it’s been a while, but I am officially back. Just needed to take care of some… personal matters.” Minho grinned, unsurprised as the number on the bottom of his screen quickly climbed well into the thousands. As the viewers came pouring in, so did the comments. Hundreds flooded his chat with questions about his whereabouts. Some even asked if he had gone and got himself a boyfriend or girlfriend. Others were more… direct, begging him to “get on with it” and strip. Those desperate for personalized attention gifted generous amounts of chestnuts to get their questions answered. Minho assumed it wouldn’t hurt to answer a few questions before starting the show, if not just to build up their desire. As expected, many of them had to do with his absence.

“Where was I? I spent some time working out, relaxing, and of course gathering more content for you guys.” Minho gave the camera a seductive wink, riling up the evergrowing audience. Not seeing anything of interest in the comments, he smirked and continued with his performance. His long fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, drawing out the process purposely. Even more slowly did he let the dark, silky fabric drop from each shoulder, leaving his chest in perfect view. Minho let out a small laugh as the screen lit up with notifications of donated chestnuts. Reaching for his pants, he stood and let the viewers see what they really wanted and decided now it was time to give it to them.

Amongst the sea of other viewers, Jisung watched Lee Know’s return live. He had fought with himself about whether or not watching was an intelligent decision. Ultimately, he decided that watching for a little bit couldn’t hurt, ignoring the demand from Minho himself to not even think about watching him. But they had had sex now… surely this rule has been changed? Sex… Jisung had finally had sex, and with the person he wanted no less! His cheeks grew warm as he recalled the way Minho’s hands had held him, touched him, in ways he had only fantasized about. In all the times Jisung had talked to Hyunjin about sex, he never described it as being so…well Jisung didn’t know how to describe it. On one hand, it was amazing. At first it was painful but as he continued, the pain subsided and he experienced pleasure he had never felt before, especially not when he touched himself. Then again, Hyunjin was a different breed when it came to sex. He never spared a detail when it came to sharing his late night escapades with Jisung on their shifts together, or at dinner…or the lunchroom at school. Hyunjin was experienced, knowledgeable. Would things have gone differently if Minho had slept with Hyunjin instead. Jisung’s mind wandered to the whatifs. Would he have been gentler, rougher? Would he have stayed the night? A loud blare from his phone pulled Jisung out of his thoughts, for the best he thought since he had a tendency to overthink. His thoughts would have to wait until after class.

Except they didn’t wait until he finished classes. In fact, they didn’t wait until he sat down for his first class. Being in school reminded him of Minho, of the sunbae that everyone loved and had no idea had a secret sex show on the internet. Jisung knew it would be just a matter of time before he had to see Minho again. What would he say? Should he say anything? Will Minho say anything? The uncertainty was making the weight in his chest grow heavier as he sat in his usual spot in the classroom. Jisung tried to take a few breaths, center himself like Felix always taught him to, but as he watched the reason for his anxiousness strut into the classroom, not even bothering to acknowledge him, the weight nearly crushed him. Minho took his own usual seat, a few rows in front of Jisung and unpacked his bag. Not once did he look back at the younger man.

Jisung knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off the back of his sunbae’s head. Whatever the professor was saying continued to fall onto deaf ears as Jisung most certainly wasn’t listening. He had no idea how long class had been going on when his phone lit up on the table. It was from Minho.

Minho Lee: wait for me after class

Minho Lee: and stop staring.. It’s creepy.

Jisung’s heart stopped as he tore his eyes away from Minho and to the board in front of him.

The professor had barely finished announcing the end of lecture before Minho was immediately surrounded. 3 girls surrounded the senior, begging them to come with them for lunch. One suggested pizza at a nearby spot, while the other whined about Minho breaking his promises to join them.
“Come on! You promised.” The shortest one batted her perfectly curled lashes. “The pizza there is to die for I swear!

”You said you would come with us whenever we asked!” The second girl stood with her arms crossed but not in a way that seemed demanding or aggressive. Minho smiled, one Jisung now recognized as fake.

”I already have plans for today, " he said with the same smile. A third girl narrowed her eyes as a mischievous grin stretched her lips.

”Oooh, is it your girlfriend?” She sang as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

”Nope, I’m actually having lunch with Jisung.” All three girls turned in terrifying synchronicity and shot the boy an offended look of shock. Jisung, who had been trying to leave unnoticed, froze in his place. Minho smiled at him with that same lying smile, but somehow this one had a threatening aura to it. A threat that dared him to say deny what has been said. Jisung feared the repercussions if he did.

“Uh yeah, lunch. I was uh just gonna wait outside for you, but uhm we should really be uh going.” Jisung’s efforts to stabilize his words failed as he stumbled through his speech. It was clear Jisung’s sorry excuse of confirmation had not come across as very convincing as he watched Minho’s shoulder sag and his eyes roll. When it didn’t seem like the explanation would be enough, Jisung stepped boldly over to Minho and snaked his arm through his sunbaes, giving a slight tug towards the exit.

“Well, uh, bye!” Jisung wasted no time rushing out of the classroom before the girls could say anything else. There was one last shout from the shortest girl, telling Minho he better not flake next time, but other than that, they had made it out of there safely. Jisung continued to walk as briskly as possible, fearing that someone else might try to talk to Minho, resulting in Jisung having to talk to more people.

“Hey Minho did you want to get lunch in the cafe? They have-” Jisung recognized the man as one of the student council members. Before he could finish, Minho was already shooting him down.

“Can’t. Eating lunch with Jisung.” Minho kept his eyes forward as they walked by, but Jisung looked back to see the surprise on their faces. He would be lying if he said the looks people were giving them as they marched by weren’t hurtful. Jisung knew how popular and desirable Minho was. I mean, he desired him too. He was aware of what their fellow students thought about Minho Lee and acutely aware of the things coming his way just due to his newfound association with him. Would people start bothering him about getting to Minho? Could this be another way to get closer to Minho without seeming suspicious? Maybe he could- Jisung’s arm was yanked back, forcing him to see what had caused it. Only then did he realize Minho’s arm was still wrapped by his. He pulled his arm tight to his chest, apologizing quietly.

“Finally you stopped. I’ve been calling your name.” Minho looked at Jisung expectantly, but Jisung stayed quiet. “Come with me.” Jisung followed obediently as Minho led him to another hallway before stopping in front of a door. He pulled out a set of keys, unlocked the door and dragged Jisung inside.

“Uhm sunbae? What about lunch?” Jisung didn’t see anything edible in the clubroom, unless you counted the small bowl of mints on the coffee table. Minho was quieted as he locked the door and stood way too close to Jisung. The embarrassing tint of red bloomed on Jisung’s cheeks as the warmth of Minho’s breath only made Jisung’s entire body heat up along with it.

“I want to do it now.” Minho’s voice was low, sultry, reverberating through Jisung’s entire form. Jisung could only let out a shuddered breath as Minho lightly ran his hand down Jisung’s back before resting on his ass. “Don’t you want to do it, too?” God, did Jisung want it. But here? In the club room at school? Jisung tried to pull away but Minho pulled him in tighter.

“I don’t know… what if someone comes in?”

“No one is going to come in. The door is locked and only one other person has the other key. Plus, hardly any of the other club students use this place. Plus, who would believe them over me? A polite, straight A vice president.” Minho pulled at the edge of Jisung’s grey hoodie and Jisung let him remove it. Jisung let Minho slowly undress him as he moved the younger one towards the brown couch behind them. Soon all Jisung had on was his underwear and shoes as he fell back on to the cushions. Minho towered over him, quickly loosening his belt with ease.

“I-I don’t know about this sunbae. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Jisung tried to sound firm as his voice wavered and his desire rose. Minho scoffed as he climbed on the couch beside Jisung. He reached between them to paw at Jisung’s aching cock, eliciting a whimper from the latter.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re that worried with how much you’re dripping. Tell me Jisung,” Minho pulled the useless fabric down to let Jisung’s cock spring free. “Would someone who doesn’t want to be caught be so hard?” Any words that Jisung had prepared died at his lips as Minho wrapped a large hand around his aching cock. “See how good that feels? Would you really like me to stop?” His sunbae’s movements were slow, agonizing, purposely driving Jisung crazy with need so he could get what he wanted and Jisung wanted it too. The idea that someone could come in and see him like this didn’t necessarily scare him as much as it did entice him. Jisung’s arms fell from where he had used them to prop himself up and let Minho do as he pleased.

Minho grinned as Jisung became utterly pliant in his hands. Jisung may have been hard but so was Minho, the unbuttoned fabric of his jeans felt tighter than they had ever been no matter how many times he had done this, but Minho wouldn’t think about that. Minho wouldn’t think about how the flush on Jisung’s cheeks caused a heat to burn inside him that he hadn’t felt before. He didn’t just want Jisung, he needed him. The older student tried to tell himself it was for the content that drove him to seek out the younger, that porn had become too boring and thats why he wanted Jisung. Looking down at Jisung’s chest, rapidly rising and falling with each stroke of his hand drove the man wild. He flipped the boy over with ease, pulling him onto his knees before reaching into his bag for the lube he brought. He watched as Jisung’s body reacted to the click of the bottle opening and Minho felt himself twitch. After squeezing out some of the contents onto his fingers, he fought with the cap to close it but ended up tossing it on the floor in frustration when he couldn’t get it.

Jisung felt the cold substance touch him as Minho traced a finger around his most sensitive area. Jisung barely had time to adjust to the temperature before Minho slid a finger inside of him, causing a moan to slip from between his lips.

“Ah ah, better be quiet. You wouldn’t want one of your classmates to see you like this. Bent over and begging for it?” Minho added a second finger before Jisung could say anything and began stretching him out. Jisung pulled his discarded hoodie to his mouth and bit down on the fabric, hoping it would quiet the embarrassing sounds falling from his lips. As Minho continued to pump his fingers in and out Jisung’s cock ached more and more, dripping on the couch cushions underneath him. He heard Minho’s tongue click. “Making a mess in the student president’s lounge?” Minho roughly pulled his fingers from their place inside Jisung. The blonde pushed himself back chasing the missing feeling. He heard a low groan as something much larger pushed against him. Minho leaned over and whispered into Jisung’s ear “How about I give you what you’ve been begging for?” Jisung heard a tear of a wrapper and a pressure near his hole.

Jisung’s eyes pooled with tears as Minho pushed himself inside him, wasting no time bottoming out inside. It felt better than at the hotel if that was even possible. Minho sighed loudly as he felt Jisung squeeze around him. There was certainly a sting just like before but not nearly as prominent. Jisung bit down on his hoodie as hard as possible to keep from crying out in pleasure. Minho slid back almost completely removing his own aching cock from Jisung before slamming back inside of him. He knew he should slow down but the sight of red growing behind Jisung’s neck, the warmth engulfing him as he slid deeper and deeper, clouded his judgment as he slammed into Jisung again. He picked up his pace, listening to Jisung whimper through his sleeve, one hand grabbing desperately at the couch cushion as the other traveled down to his cock, begging for release. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s biceps, pulling him up until his back was flush against Minho’s chest and Jisung dropped the hoodie he had tried so hard to hold onto. Jisung’s moans were like honey, Minho fucked into him quicker, reaching down to stroke him intermittently just sow Jisung couldn’t finish.. Tears fell from Jisung’s eyes as he begged for Minho to let him cum.

“Please sunbae, please. I-I’ll do anything.”

“Use your words, Jisung. What do you want?” Minho was dangerously close himself and Jisung’s frantically pleading were just fuel to his fire.

“I wanna cum sunbae please!” Minho’s hands picked up the pace, adding just the right amount of pressure to have Jisung moaning in relief as he coated his hoodie and his sunbae’s hand in cum. Jisung could have sworn he saw stars as his vision faded in and out. Jisung felt Minho’s cock twitch inside him as he came. Jisung’s head fell to the couch as he tried to catch his breath.

Before Minho could remove himself, the handle of the door began to rattle. Jisung felt the heat that once filled his entire body disappear in an instant, replaced with fear of being caught. With the ease of someone who had done this before, Minho pulled his cock out of Jisung and discarded the condom quickly, pulling his half removed jeans back over himself and tucking his shirt back in. The doorhandle rattled again and a voice echoed outside.

“Is anybody in there? Hello?” Jisung fumbled around for his clothes, frantically pulling his pants on. This was it. He was going to be caught and forced out of school. Minho is going to kill him. In his crazed state, Jisung nearly tripped over the couch. Before he could crash, making it very obvious that someone was in here, Minho caught him, pulling him close into his clothed chest and covering his mouth with his hand. Jisung’s eyes widened as he looked at his sunbae. They waited to see if the door would shake again, or if the person would manage to get the door open. Luckily the person gave up, letting out a quiet “stupid door… never open…”

Realizing they were in the clear, Minho looked down at Jisung. Jisung’s eyes were red and wide open as he stared at Minho. The tears had dried and left marks where they had run down his face and his dark eyes still had a glow to them. Minho felt his heart almost stop. He looked down to where his hand covered Jisung’s lip and became overly aware of how soft they felt underneath. Minho pulled his hand away like Jisung’s skin had electrocuted him. Jisung, realizing how close they were, rushed back, tripping over his bag and landing on his ass.

“Get up let’s get out of here.” Minho threw his bag over his shoulder. Jisung grabbed his soiled sweater and threw it in his bag feeling lucky that he wore a regular shirt under it. The two rushed out of the room.

“You said no one would come in there!” Jisung whisper shouted as they walked away. Minho shrugged.

“Eh, I didn’t really know. Lesson learned I guess. See ya.” Minho turned a corner away from Jisung, leaving him stunned. This was going to be interesting…