Where Jisung hates Minho for fucking his chick, but ends up fucking him instead.
The relationship between Minho and Jisung is complex characterised by a mixture of tension, rivalry and underlying attraction.
«You fancy me Han?»
«I DO NOT»
«Sure yo...
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«Heyy Minhoee» It was like four in the morning, Minho was just trying to sleep when he headed banging on the door of his villa.
Minho rushed downstairs finding Olga one of the maids staying with him in her nightdress and a very pissed face.
«Mr.Han was banging on the door» Minho looked at the drunk boy and sighed.
«What are you doing here? At four in the fucking morning?»
«Listen up.... I need to spill somethin' to you, alright?» Minho looked at him unfazed, no expression on his face. Even tho he was surprised that Jisung that he showed up at his house in the middle of the night.
«I freakin' hate you, man. Like, hate you to the coree. Your cocky grin and your attitude? Just grind my gears, y'know? There've been times I've wanted to punch you right in the face» He made a pause closing his eyes to remember what he was going to say.
«Right...But here's the kicker... It's not just hate... There's this other messed up feeling, like a friggin' tornado tearin' through my insides. 'Cause no matter how much I curse your name, there's this damn part of me that can't shake you off! It's like you've taken up camp in my brain, rent-free, and I can't kick you out.. Bloody hell!» Threw out all in one breath, his mind slightly dizzy.
«Is that all? Can i go back to sleep?» the older asked rising an eyebrow.
«I was thinking that we should do that again» he mumbled. Minho widened his eyes, he couldn't believe his ears, he blinked twice making sure he wasn't still half asleep.
«We should do what we did at the club» the younger repeated his now voice serious.
«What?» Jisung drunky rolled his eyes.
«I won't repeat it»
«Okay, goodnight» Minho nodded and almost went back upstairs.
«Waitt!» Jisung yelled, now it was Minho's turn to roll his eyes.
«Jisung, let's cut the crap. Your constant need to be the center of attention and your bratty behavior it's driving me insane. Grow up already, will ya? We're adults, fucking act like it!» Minho concluded.
Jisung snorted, his frustration evident as he leaned in closer to Minho. «You think I'm enjoying this little dance we've got going on? Newsflash, I'd rather be anywhere else than stuck dealing with you» he retorted sharply, his voice laced with irritation.
Minho took a step further, their breaths accelerated «If you're so desperate for attention, maybe you should try finding it elsewhere instead of messing with me.» his words were laden with a mix of anger and undeniable attraction, the tension between them crackling with intensity.
Their eyes locked in a heated gaze, each daring the other to make the next move. Jisung eyes fell on the brunette's lips. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they hovered on the edge of something electric.
Then, without warning, Minho closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Jisung's fierce and passionate. Jisung's initial shock melted away as he surrendered to the taste of minho, the heat between them igniting into a fiery blaze.
Caught up in the whirlwind of desire and frustration, they clung to each other desperately, their lips moving hungrily against each other's. In that moment, all their pent-up emotions and unresolved tension exploded into a raw and primal connection.
«God you're so annoying» Minho fingers went up to Jisung's jawline, their mouths still busy with each other. «Not more than you» Jisung replied his breath hitching when Minho brought his mouth to his neck starting to pepper light wet kisses.
Those touches were destroying Jisung's brain chemistry. The feeling of Minho's hands on his hips, waist and back sent shivers down his spine, igniting a conflicting mix of pleasure and hatred. While he enjoyed the feeling of being dominated, a part of him struggled with the idea that if he was to engage in such intimacy with another man, he had to be the one to control it.
Jisung pushed Minho off himself before grabbing his head and reconnecting their lips, theeth crashing together. He shoved him on the couch with force making the brunette joilt.
«I can't stand the sight of you» Jisung said before sdraddling Minho's lap. Minho travelled his hands all over the younger's body squeezing his ass.
Jisung let out a groan «Prove it, show me how much you hate me Han, do your worst» Minho wishpered to the blondie's ear with arrogance arrogance.
He took off Jisung shirt in a swift movement trowing it somewhere in the room. Jisung went for the older's shirt taking it off. His lips connected to Minho's neck starting to sucking hard which made Minho sigh from pleasure.
The blondie trailed a long and wet trail of kisses to the older's chest and abs making him lie down on the couch. Their eyes locked onto each other, a staring game neither of them wanted to lose.
«Stop» Minho said adbruptly sitting down.
«Hmm?»
«I said stop, you're drunk»
«Han, you're not in the right state of mind for this» Minho said firmly, his hands gently pushing Jisung back.
Jisung blinked, momentarily confused, his drunken haze clouding his judgment. «What are you talking about?» he slurred, trying to lean back in, trying to kiss him again.
Minho moved his head, a mix of concern and frustration etched on his features. «You're drunk, Jisung. We shouldn't be doing this.» his voice softened.
Jisung's expression softened as the reality of his intoxication sank in. «Oh...» he muttered, feeling a pang of embarrassment wash over him. The confidence that he had a few minutes ago vanished into the nothing.
Minho sighed, reaching out to steady Jisung. He put the blondie's body on his shoulders
«Yah! Put me down!»
«No» the brunette replied taking him to one of the many guest rooms. He laid him on the bed, removing his shoes and letting him arrange the covers himself.
«Let's get you to bed» Jisung nodded, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion, «You're right» he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He laid him on the bed, letting him arrange the covers himself.
Minho offered a small smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. «I'm always right» he replied softly, lingering for a moment before turning to leave the room.
Hi guys, how are you? Finally some action hahaha, anyway I had this chapter in the drafts for like forever. I'll change the quotation marks later. Hope yall like it, bye
