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“100% brat?” Jisung’s face twists. He dropped character, but managed to refocus with one of his stage smiles. “I guess you learn something new about yourself every day.” He laughs for the camera.
The part where Changbin and Jeongin teased him for it was apparently cut off. It cuts to Hyunjin, who talks about his rope bunny statistic, then it turns into a full shot showcasing all eight of them sitting in individual chairs, with Jisung glancing at Minho’s phone.
“Very high percentage for vanilla,” Chan says, motioning between him and Minho. “For both of the eldest.”
Minho shrugs as the 100% vanilla statistic pops up.
“I’m boring,” he says.
Jisung recognizes his own fake smile at the answer. He stared a hole through Minho during the rest of the interview.
He wants to hit himself for doing that test honestly. He was too slow, really only realizing that faking it was an option when he noticed Minho lying.
The conversation drifts off to Chan preaching about how there’s nothing wrong with being vanilla and it doesn’t mean that you have to be boring. They cut off how Seungmin tried to goad him into showing his other results, and they don’t show how Felix subtly leaned into Chan’s space and gave a wide grin at what he saw.
Nothing too explicit was talked about, mostly serving as surface level sex-ed and some fanservice, but since it’s quite a taboo subject, the video got hundreds of thousands of views quickly.
Jisung knows he shouldn’t, but he scrolls down to the comment section anyway.
@straybees
why's jisung acting so surprised. i could smell the omega on him from across the ocean
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@slicksung
THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING
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@ohjjw
I'll accept jyp being hot before I accept han as a brat
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@cloudrages
han 100% brat? as if. i love it when he lies
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Jisung groans. He doesn’t know if to be flattered or annoyed at the comments— He wasn’t lying, he just picked what felt right earnestly.
@halphalump
minho is only vanilla bc we haven't unlocked his stage 2 attacks, he's like a bloodborne boss that way.
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@ssilentsoft
minho as vanilla is the least surprising thing in the world that guy’s never been online and it shows <3
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@jsvngeee
OMG OMG lee know’s vanilla just like me fr fr let’s gooo !! vanilla bitches rise we have no shame ✨
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@chaosctrl_
the fact that vanilla is one of the most expensive spices in the world
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@chai_yena
I knew Minho was pure 😇
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Jisung laughs, because they don’t know shit. Right after shooting was done, he had confronted Minho in the dressing room.
“You fucking liar,” he said, poking his finger into Minho’s arm.
“Hm?”
“100% Vanilla? Who would believe that.”
“Jisung-ah, are you kinkshaming me?”
“What, no.” Jisung frowned. He should still beat whoever taught Minho these internet terms. “I’m shaming you because you lied.”
That sparked Minho’s interest. He turned his full attention to Jisung, blinking the glitter off his eyelids as he tilted his head.
“So you didn’t lie?”
Jisung lost the chance for denial right at that second. He’s an idiot.
“Uh—”
A staff member called for Minho from outside the room.
“Wait,” Jisung said, grabbing Minho’s elbow before he could walk out. “At least admit it to me, hyung.”
“I lied.” Minho smiled and leaned close to Jisung’s ear. “Now let me go, you brat.”
Jisung shuddered, and thought about that moment a normal amount since then.
Since then he got teased multiple times for being a brat, but only by the other members when they tried to win an argument, and never by Minho. Each time his voice went high pitched, denying that he’s a brat, swearing up and down that he lied on the test for the content.
No one ever believed him, but the joke died off after a while.
Now, a month later, the video dropped and with it came the fan reactions, forcing him to actually confront his results.
And he does think it over during a long, cold shower. He then ignores his thoughts in favor of putting on a shirt and zip-up hoodie, and walking over to the other dorm.
There he bursts into Minho’s room, and finds him lounging on the bed.
“Do this,” he says, throwing his phone at Minho who catches it with one hand.
“What happened to hello?” Minho asks, and blinks at Jisung when he sees what website is open.
“Hello, hyung. Do this.”
“And if I can’t? I happen to have a very important appointment.” Minho lets the phone fall and moves to his side, closing his eyes.
That’s brat behavior if Jisung has ever seen any. He walks over to the bed, and forces Minho on his back, straddling his lap to hold him in place.
“You owe it to me,” he says, unlocking his phone and placing it back into Minho’s hand. “For all those times I smuggled food for you.”
Minho opens his eyes, just so Jisung can see him roll them. “That was years ago.”
“And I’m collecting that debt now.” He knew it would come in handy, one day.
Surprisingly, Minho concedes wordlessly and starts doing the test.
Jisung squirms with joy. Once he knows Minho’s stats, he can use them to deflect the teasing when the others inevitably start bothering him again.
He knows that Minho has sex— probably the most out of anyone in the group— as he spends his time off visiting his partners. Or partner. Jisung doesn’t really know the details, because he was never brave enough to ask, with the weird feeling in his stomach whenever he thinks about it. Something akin to misplaced jealousy, he guesses.
It’s wrong to feel left out of that part of Minho’s life, though, so maybe it was time to breach this subject anyway. He likes the thought of being in on whatever Minho discusses with Hyunjin and Felix when it’s just the three of them.
There’s no doubt in his mind that Minho is having some form of kinky sex. He was supportive of the whole interview idea, pitching the benefit of it to Changbin in private, managing to get all eight of them on board.
And considering they have a lot in common, Jisung’s best guess is that Minho’s submissive. They’re both pretty needy and whiny, too, even when Minho doesn’t show it outwardly. Rope bunny would fit, thematically, and the mental image of him shirtless and tied up with red ropes around his chest is something Jisung would kill to see—
He realizes that he’s still very much sitting on Minho’s lap, and that letting his mind wander too much could be dangerous.
He tries to stand up, but Minho places a hand on his thigh, and keeps him in place.
“Sit still,” he says. Jisung huffs, and wiggles out of his grasp, plopping down on the bed beside him. “Right. Should’ve known you wouldn’t listen, brat.”
Jisung props himself up on his elbow. “Stop saying it like that.”
“Why would I? It’s never been this easy to make you squirm.” Minho isn’t even looking at him, how does he know?
“I’m not squirming,” Jisung says, in the most incriminating tone possible, as he wills his feet to stop fidgeting.
Minho huffs. “At least you stopped denying that you’re a brat.”
Jisung shudders, because Minho is still saying it like that.
“I’m still denying it. That test doesn’t know anything about me.”
“What are you actually like, then?”
“What?”
“In bed, jagi,” Minho clarifies in a sing-song tone. “What are you actually like in bed?”
“How could you— This is—” Jisung didn’t think that talking about sex would be something he’d likely have to reciprocate. He scrambles for what to say, immediately growing hot. “This is a completely inappropriate question to ask your dongsaeng.”
Minho laughs. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“Even more inappropriate considering we’re co-workers!” Jisung ignores how he was the one to initiate this. “This is sexual harassment, actually. How could you do this to me, hyung?”
“Ah, okay, so you enjoy roleplaying the victim,” Minho says, completely unphased, returning to the test.
“No— Well, I mean—..” Jisung drops the act, as Minho sees through his thinly-veiled bullshit. “I don’t really know.”
“You should give it a try. It can be very fun for a brat.”
“A-ha.” Jisung jabs an accusatory finger in Minho’s shoulder. “So you are a brat, I knew it.”
“You did? Why am I doing this test then?”
“Nobody would believe me without proof. I need to get the others on my side and make them humiliate you.”
“There’s nothing humiliating about being a brat, jagi.”
“Then why do I feel so ashamed—” Jisung covers his mouth with his fingers.
Minho looks at him, brows furrowed in concern.
It slipped out accidentally. Jisung falsely thought he could keep shit to himself around Minho.
Minho nods his chin in Jisung’s direction, almost making his typical 'tell me, or I’ll make you.’ audible.
“It’s stupid,” Jisung says with a smile, and drops his head on the pillow. There’s glow in the dark star stickers on Minho’s ceiling, he remembers lying in this exact position as he watched Minho struggle to put them up, years ago. “I’ve— I know I shouldn’t have, but I read the comments on the video. A lot of people are.. Disappointed in me?”
“Disappointed?”
“Yeah. Like they expected me to be something else.”
“And you care about what those people think.”
“Not just those people. Stays.”
“Jisung-ah, there’s millions of Stays everywhere all around the world, ” Minho says that part in English with his cute accent. “You’ll go crazy if you care about what they all think— And I can’t have you go crazy, because then I’d also go crazy, and together with Kim Seungmin that would make three of us, which would give incentive to the company to force us to make another subunit. Crazyracha. Cracha? Just thinking about it stresses me out.”
Jisung giggles, and swats Minho lightly.
“Yah, Jisungie, I’m being completely serious,” Minho deadpans. “So for my sake, let’s only care about the opinions of people that matter to us, yeah? Like—”
“Like family, and friends, and Stays that don’t shame us for our preferences,” Jisung finishes for him, because they’ve had this conversation before. Minho, with his gentle but firm paws, has a way of popping Jisung’s bubble of worries, grounding him faster than anyone else could. It’s no wonder that Jisung landed in his bed today.
“You forgot someone,” Minho says.
“Who?”
“Ouch?”
“You’re included in family and friends, jagi.”
Minho clears his throat. “No, I meant— Whoever you’ve been sleeping with. They should matter, too.”
Jisung wets his lips. He pulls up his hood, tightening the strings until his face is hidden.
“Hyung, I’ve actually never had sex.”
Through the little peephole, Jisung sees Minho blink. He’s holding back, but Jisung can’t pinpoint what exactly. He fears that it’s ridicule before he gets a grip.
“I see,” Minho says, eventually, and returns his attention to the phone. “How come? Thought you hooked up with Dohyun a few months ago.”
“That doesn’t really count, because it was.. It never got to anything more than a blowjob.” And again, he waits for judgment, but it never comes. Minho hums and nods, letting Jisung decide if he wants to give more information.
Jisung chooses comfortable silence. It’s freeing to put something this embarrassing out into the world, and to have the world continue spinning. Or in this case, his world continues letting him invade its privacy, by doing a silly test for him.
Something doesn’t add up yet, though.
“Why did you lie on the test, if you were so enthusiastic about us taking it?”
“Thought it would be funny.”
Jisung pinches Minho, making him yelp. “Don’t lie to me when you’re trying to comfort me.”
“You brat, I’m not lying.” Minho slaps Jisung’s hand away. “It’s at least partially true.”
“Then spit out the whole truth.”
“Making demands doesn’t suit you, Jisung-ah— Ow, stop! Pinch me again and I’ll have you for dinner.”
“You’d let Seungmin have the leftover bulgogi?”
Minho grumbles, and turns to Jisung. He taps the phone on his bottom lip, studying Jisung’s face slowly.
Jisung nudges him with his foot.
“Hyung-ah, you can tell me. I’ll be good and won’t tell anyone, I swear,” he says in a sweet tone, fiddling with Minho’s hoodie string, wrapping it around his finger.
Minho reaches out and pulls down Jisung’s hood. “Fine. But only if you tell me why you didn’t go all the way with Dohyun.”
Jisung waves him off, cheeks heating up. “Nope. No way. Anything but that.”
Minho closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. When Jisung tries to yank the phone out of his hand, he grips it tightly.
“I can’t, it’s too embarrassing,” Jisung whines.
Minho snores softly, lips parted and cheek squished against the pillow. If Jisung were to let him pretend for long enough, he would probably fall asleep, and the phone would eventually be free.
He takes a steadying breath instead.
“I was really nervous on the date. He wanted to take me home but we ended up making out in his car, and one thing led to another and.. He sat on my lap. And we were grinding on each other? And then he took my pants off—.. ” He braces himself. “I came as soon as he put it in his mouth.”
Minho snorts, bedsheets rustling in a way that indicates he’s holding back his laughter.
“Don’t laugh!” Jisung shakes Minho’s bicep in warning, eyes still firmly squeezed shut. “I tried to reciprocate but he was just so— He was so big! And I gagged on the tip and we stopped and he brought me home and I’ve been ignoring his texts ever since.”
“What did he text you?”
“He’s been asking to see me again! Can you believe it?” Jisung slaps his cheeks to push down the cringey memories. Dohyun tried to reassure him, but all Jisung wanted to do was go home and swear off men forever. “I left him on read two times now and hopefully he takes the hint.”
“..I see.”
“I will never date again.”
“Alright.”
“Hyung.” Jisung opens his eyes, and catches Minho looking at his lips before their gazes lock. “How can you be so calm about this?”
“Do you want me to freak out with you?”
“Well.. No. I just.. You seem so cool and collected when it comes to sex. I wish I could be like that. But now everyone knows how uncool I am, anyway!”
“Uncool.. Because they know you’re submissive?” When Minho says it like that, it sounds silly. Probably because it is.
Jisung gives in with a sigh. “On second thought, I do want you to freak out with me.”
“Jisung-ah, hyung thinks you’re very cool, especially because you’re a brat.”
“Hyung, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you smiling like that? You little brat, you’re just distracting me so I forget what I asked in the first place.”
Minho nods eagerly. “Did it work?”
“No. Tell me why you lied, hyung.”
“Okay, okay.” Minho runs a hand through his hair. “Well, for one, it was very funny.”
“Yeah, I laughed so much.”
“You didn’t, but I know others did.”
Jisung pauses, remembering that Minho has an active sex life.
“Right.”
“Mhm. Also, I don’t need Stay to know what me and my partners like in bed.”
“But then why did you convince—”
“Sex is important to me, I like that we helped normalize talking about it. I just value my privacy too.”
Jisung nods along, internally chiding himself for not having guessed that in the first place. In hindsight it’s a little obvious, as Minho’s the type of person to have his cake and eat it too.
Minho looks at the wall past Jisung when he continues. “I also.. I didn’t want to burden everyone with backlash.”
Jisung squints in confusion. “Why would there be backlash? The comments are mostly fine, only some of them are bad, but I mean what else is new— and even if there’s people that are weird about it, they don’t matter, right?”
“You’re right, they don’t.” Minho flicks Jisung’s nose, making him blink rapidly. “But Jisung-ah, everyone got pretty predictable and safe results.”
“But I also got brat, so I don’t think you had anything to worry about.” Jisung doesn’t think that he’s always great at comforting Minho, but he speaks from the heart. He brings a fist to his chest, and mimics something that Chan says to them often. “You can be yourself, whenever you want. I’d protect you.”
Seeing Minho smile is worth making a fool out of himself, every time.
“You should text Dohyun back,” Minho says with a smirk.
“Ha? Why?”
“Because you’re cute, jagi. Anyone would be lucky to get to corrupt you.”
“Corrupt? Aish, hyung, what are you saying?” Jisung shakes his head. Somebody should really restrict Minho’s internet access. “So annoying today.”
“What, do you want to stay a virgin?”
“No, I don’t. I just don’t want to sleep with someone that I embarrassed myself in front of.”
Minho giggles, then bats his eyelashes at him in an exaggerated way. “Jisung-ah, sorry for laughing about it. It wasn’t embarrassing at all. It was fucking hot.”
“No it wasn’t! It was pathetic.”
“So? Some people are into that, especially gagging.”
“Some people— Not normal people, though. And Dohyun is definitely normal.”
“I see. You don’t want anyone normal.”
Jisung sighs. “I dunno. I guess not? I guess I’m interested in what you have.”
“And what do I have?”
“.. Kinky sex? With someone dominant?”
“Ah.”
With that, Minho unlocks Jisung’s phone again, clearly trying to exit the conversation. The nagging curiosity inside Jisung won’t let him escape, though.
“How is it?”
“How is what.”
“Sex. As a brat.”
“I can’t answer that.”
“You don’t have to tell me if it’s private.. But.. I’m curious. Please, hyung-ah.”
Minho rolls his eyes, but puts the phone down again. “You’re only polite when you want something.”
“Yep. Learned it from you.”
“Hm, I’ve really been too nice to you. I should teach you to respect me.”
Minho grins when Jisung’s shivers. “Did you just shiver?”
“Did not.”
“Yes you did, and your cheeks are red. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“Who? Me? I’m not flustered.”
“Jisungie, I have functioning eyes.”
“Not for long, if you don’t shut up.”
“You think you can threaten me? You better watch your mouth, you fucking brat.”
Jisung fumbles to pull his hoodie down clumsily. “How— How can you just say that?”
Minho blinks twice, then looks down at Jisung’s crotch. “Aw, don’t tell me you’re that easy?”
Jisung doesn’t know whether he wants to hide or run from his deliberate, patronizing tone. He squirms, all the blood draining from his face and traveling south, making his underwear feel tight.
“This isn’t fair, hyung,” he says, making the situation worse with his voice cracking. “You’re way more experienced!”
At this, Minho’s eyes bore into the hands covering Jisung’s crotch as if he could see through them with sheer will.
“Already worked up, and I didn’t even try..”
“You’re seriously so—”
“You asked me how sex is, yet you can’t handle admitting that you like being teased? Do I have to force it out of you—”
“Alright, that’s it,” Jisung says, and grabs a pillow to shove in Minho’s face, getting a muffled grunt in return. He uses the moment of surprise to grab his phone where it’s lying between them, fighting to input the passcode as Minho grabs his wrist.
“I’m sending your results in the groupchat. No, I’m printing them on flyers and putting them all over the studio—” The phone screen unlocks, website still open where Minho left it right at the result page. “And dance practice room, and our favorite BBQ so everyone knows that Lee Minho is an annoying, little—”
Colored text stares back at Jisung, with an astonishing amount of green in it. Right at the top, there’s a 100% for—
“Brat.. tamer? Dominant? Sadist?”
Minho laughs into the pillow, then yanks on Jisung’s wrist, forcing him to lie down.
“You’ll catch flies with your mouth open like that,” he says, sweetly, as if he isn’t a degrader as well. He shimmies the pillow back under Jisung’s head.
“Minho.” Jisung doesn’t know what to prioritize asking first. “What the fuck is a primal hunter?”
Minho tuts. “Where’s your manners?”
“Ohhh,” Jisung says, and claps, because he made sense of the world again. “You lied. This is another prank.” He follows it up with a mechanical laugh, and keeps going even when Minho just blinks at him.
“Are you done?” Minho asks.
“Not yet. I get the joke now, hyung, It’s very funny. I should have seen it coming. Also, uh— My wrist hurts.”
“Does it?”
“Yes, especially when you squeeze it like that— Ow. Oww, hyung. Okay, I get it— I’m sorry.” Jisung sighs when he’s released. “I just can’t believe it.”
“Your dick seems to believe it.”
“Please don’t comment on it.”
“Sure, I’ll be nice and ignore your boner for now.”
Jisung groans, face feeling as hot as his crotch. He adjusts his pants subtly, while you fucking brat said in a soft tone still echoes through his head, making his problem worse. Maybe it’s time to leave before he makes Minho uncomfortable—
“Do you still want to know?” Minho asks.
“What?”
“How sex is, Jisung-ah. For a brat.”
Well, Minho doesn’t seem uncomfortable, but his demeanor doesn’t calm Jisung’s nerves, either. Jisung might need time to process what he learned today, because this revelation seems to have been kind of traumatic for him, considering his rapid heartbeat and suddenly sweaty palms.
“I’d like to know,” he says anyway, forcing himself to swallow the please.
Minho watches Jisung’s throat as if his gulping is somehow interesting. He then shifts closer, and props himself up on his elbow.
“Alright. Ask away,” he says, casually, while looking down at Jisung.
Jisung puts his hands up on instinct, palms facing Minho, in an attempt to— He doesn’t even know what. He can’t bring himself to complain about how Minho could just tell him instead of making him do the work of asking.
“Dirty talk.. Do you— Does that happen often?”
Minho takes a second to think, and doesn’t comment on the stuttering, which is good, because Jisung might die if he hears that teasing lilt of Minho’s voice again.
“It depends on who I’m with. Some people like it, some don’t.”
That’s not what Jisung wanted to know. “Do you like it?”
“Yes jagi, I do.”
Usually, Jisung would jump on every opportunity to call Minho jagiya in return, or tell him he loves him, but right now underneath Minho’s gaze, he can’t bring himself to form the words. Is this what it feels like to be intimidated by Minho?
Minho nods in his direction, a silent command. “What about you, hm? Do you think you’d like it?”
Jisung’s skin prickles. The way Minho looks at him is warm, a little too warm, drying out his mouth completely. He unzips his hoodie.
“Ah, I don’t think I’d be good at it. I get too shy.”
“That’s not what I asked. I want to know if you’d like it,” Minho lies, because he’s well aware of what Jisung thinks. His airy tone makes Jisung feel small, coaxing him to admit it.
“Yes— I— I think I would.” And then, because he needs to shift the conversation back to Minho without leaving an opening to force more out of him, he hastily asks, “Why brat taming? I didn’t think you’d be the type. I can’t really make sense of it.”
“Why not?”
“I’d imagine as a brat tamer you’d.. like dealing with brats.” Jisung knows for a fact that Minho doesn’t like to be disrespected—
“I like dealing with brats,” Minho repeats simply.
Jisung waits for a familiar feeling to twist his guts. This entire conversation is proof of Minho’s multiple partners, and he should feel something like a stab— But it’s hard to feel anything other than hot with Minho’s eyes on him at this moment.
“But, how? It sounds very.. exhausting.” He gesticulates wildly, hoping to add more sense to the words that he’s saying.
“It sounds exhausting to you because you wouldn’t like it, Jisungie,” Minho says, picking up on how Jisung so obviously projects his likes and dislikes on his best friend, as they usually share their preferences. “But I think it’s fun.”
“Fun?”
Minho nods, and doesn't elaborate, making Jisung ask properly.
“What’s so fun about it?”
“It depends on who you ask. Some people—”
“Hyung, why do you like it?” Jisung’s stomach swoops when Minho gives him a smile that’s all teeth.
“Because it’s a fun game. They provoke me, and I put them in their place.” Minho talks slowly, watching Jisung’s reaction closely. “Punishments are my favorite part.”
“Oh.” Jisung’s world tilts, the glaringly obvious dots rapidly connecting in his mind. When it’s clear that Minho’s waiting for more, Jisung manages to croak out a, “Why?”
“I like when I have to work to make them submit.”
Jisung must be doing it all wrong then. He hides his face in his hands, unable to handle more searing eye contact. He mutters his next question against his palms.
Minho laughs softly. “Jagi, I can’t hear you like that.”
“When do you punish them?”
“When they misbehave.”
He’s being so vague, on purpose. Jisung doesn’t know how many more questions he has in him— Every new one highlights how desperate he really is, still achingly hard.
“Do you set.. special rules for them?” He asks, going off of what he’s read online during that one night he stayed up until three a.m., reading forum posts.
“Mh, no. Not really, only if they want me to.”
“Then when do you.. ah, hyung,” Jisung whines, finally giving in. “I think I can’t do this anymore. I feel like I’m dying.”
“That’s okay, jagi. You lasted for longer than I thought,” Minho says in that tone that drives Jisung crazy.
“Knew you were messing with me,” Jisung grumbles, and then, in a moment of arousal driven delirium, he peeks through his fingers. “You fucking jerk.”
Minho’s smile drops.
“Jisung-ah.” He grabs both of Jisung’s wrists with one hand, gently, making him lower them. “I punish brats for bad behavior. Like not doing what I tell them to, or insulting me.”
Jisung presses his lips in a tight line, forcing himself to shut up, trying not to apologize.
“Some people love giving structured punishments,” Minho continues. “Making their sub do chores, not allowing them to touch themselves, or denying them orgasms until they apologize. I’m sure you’ve read about it, right?”
Jisung nods shyly, his hands shake from how close Minho’s face is.
“Ask me,” Minho says.
“Jagiya, what do you like?”
“I like using force.”
“Ah—”
“It’s effective, isn’t it?”
Jisung stops himself from wincing again when Minho squeezes his wrists even harder. Despite feeling his bones press together uncomfortably, he gulps down his nerves, fully needing to prove himself.
“Y—Yeah? Is it?”
It comes out all shaky, and not at all how he wanted it to. Still, he swears Minho’s pupils dilate.
“Yes, very. But some brats are more stubborn than others.” Minho leans down, brushes his lips against Jisung’s overheating cheek. “Maybe you’d need to be thrown around.”
Jisung’s breath hitches. “Would that— Would that hurt?”
“Mhm. I bet you’d tear up when I slam you against a wall.”
Jisung sucks in a breath, shivering from Minho’s voice close to his ear. “A—And then?”
“Then you’d beg.”
“Beg?”
“Hyung, it hurts, please stop.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“I’d press you into the wall until you can't breathe. If you flailed too much I’d twist your arm at your back. I’d make sure it hurts.”
Jisung squeaks pathetically and turns away from Minho, pressing the side of his face into the warm pillow.
“Hyung— I’m—..”
Scared. He’s scared. His chest rises and falls rapidly, unable to keep up with his heart. Minho lies down behind him, pressing his chest against his back.
“Is it too much, Jisung-ah?” He noses Jisung’s hair. “Do you need me to stop?”
Blood flow returns to Jisung’s hands as Minho releases his iron grip— A rush of pain washes over Jisung, leaving his skin tingling.
“Don’t stop.”
Minho pets Jisung’s thigh gently.
“Jagi, are you sure?” He doesn’t sound worried. “You’re trembling.”
Jisung’s cock throbs.
“I’m sure,” he says, nerves still high in his throat, and takes a deep breath. “Continue.”
“You’d look cute, all wide-eyed and scared. Maybe you’d try to reason with me. Hyung, please—”
“You— You don’t have to do this,” Jisung interrupts him shyly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Minho giggles softly. ”Would you mean it?”
Jisung shakes his head. After some seconds of silence, he licks his lips. “No.”
“I’d know.” Minho squeezes Jisung’s thigh in what feels like approval. “I’d be pissed that you have the nerve to lie to me. If you used that pretty mouth of yours to beg, it would have softened me a little. But since you’re so set on being a brat, I’ll have to remind you who you’re messing with.”
He blows into Jisung’s ear.
“Nngh—” Jisung instantly curls up into himself, bringing his knees to his chest.
Minho laughs. “Looks like you’d fold easily.”
“I wouldn’t!”
“Yeah? What would you do then?”
Jisung gnaws his bottom lip and straightens himself, bravely. What should he— What would Minho like?
He hides his burning face in his hands again, leaving his mouth uncovered.
“I’d— I’d fight you?”
“Oh? How cute.” Minho nuzzles Jisung’s nape, leaving a gentle kiss that sends shivers down Jisung’s spine. “That would only make me want to be more rough. You know that, don’t you?”
Jisung nods dumbly.
“Naughty boy. Alright, I’ll humor you. I’ll let you go.”
“What? You would?”
“Sure.”
Jisung huffs. “That would be stupid.. I’d just run.”
Minho inhales. “You’ll run?”
“Yep.” Jisung nods excitedly. Finding a hole in Minho’s plans feels exhilarating. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m fast. And I’d laugh at you meanwhile, too. I would just lock myself in my bedroom—”
“You won’t reach it.” Minho snakes both arms around Jisung’s middle. “I’ll catch you, just like this.”
“I’ll—”
“If you continue to struggle, I’ll wrestle you to the floor.” He squeezes, forcing all air and temporary confidence out of Jisung. “Tell me, Jisung-ah, when I push you down face first, will you still laugh?”
“Hhng—” Jisung whimpers when Minho presses his crotch against him, hard cock poking at the underside of his ass.
“No. You won’t. You’ll be too busy trying not to cry.”
Jisung tries not to, but the firm tone and his aching ribs make him give in.
“I didn’t mean it— I’m— I’m sorry.”
“You dared to push my buttons, jagi,” Minho coos, then licks Jisung’s skin and nibbles him lightly. “Do you really think I’ll let that slide with a simple sorry?”
“N—No— Ah—” Jisung buries his face further in his palms when Minho grinds against him. He gasps when Minho grabs one of his hands, and moves it down, pushing it between his trembling thighs and making him palm himself over his sweatpants. “Fuck, hyung— Can I please—”
Minho gently shushes him. “Where are we, Jisungie? In your dorm?”
Jisung nods and hisses as he strokes himself over the fabric. It’s not enough, he needs more. “In the living room?”
“Great choice.” Minho hums, then slips his fingers under Jisung’s shirt, brushing against his twitching belly. “I really thought that some spanking would have put you in your place, but you went ahead and made it worse for yourself, you fucking brat. What do you think I’ll do to you now?”
His tone teases all the heat in Jisung’s abdomen. Jisung bucks his hips into his hand and back against Minho.
“You’ll fuck me?” He breathes, unable to hold back the desperation.
“How will I fuck you, Jisung-ah?”
“Rough— Rough, hyung.”
“That’s right.”
“..Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Please, please, hyung— please, tell me how.”
“First, I’ll rip your pants.” Minho tugs down Jisung’s sweatpants and underwear in one motion, scratching Jisung’s hips with the speed, making him cry out. “Then I’ll hold you down and spank you until you’re a sobbing mess.”
“Please don’t—” Jisung grips the bedsheets when Minho digs his nails in his ass cheek. “I’m sorry, hyung.”
“Jisung, you’re so loud. What, do you want the others to hear you and come for help?” Minho purrs in his ear. “Want them to see hyung discipline you?”
“No, no, please,” Jisung shakes his head furiously, knowing that he would die if anyone were to see him under Minho, crying and begging with his pants down to his knees. “I’m really, really sorry—”
“Quit lying.” Minho puts a hand on Jisungs mouth, muffling his cries. “Jagi, you’re touching yourself. You’re not sorry at all.”
Jisung shivers, unable to stop pumping himself despite the obvious warning.
“It’s okay, I knew that you’d disobey me.” Minho forces his fingers past Jisung’s lips, pressing down on his tongue, making Jisung’s next plea all garbled. “I’m glad Jisung-ah,” he says, tone low but giddy. “I’m really glad that you’re a fucking slut. Finally giving me a reason to break you in.”
Jisung chokes when Minho suddenly pushes his cock between his ass cheeks. He tries to wiggle away, but only ends up whining in pain from Minho’s bruising grip on his hip, holding him in place.
“I’ll slide inside just like this,” Minho says, and thrusts against Jisung, grazing his dry cock against his hole. “You’ll scream and clench around me, trying to get away— Shit, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Ahh— Hyunggh, please—” Each word is coated in drool, sounding as wet as every stroke of his cock. Minho’s fingers fuck into Jisung’s mouth, purposefully cutting off any attempts of asking for permission.
“I’ll fuck you deep and slow, need you to feel me in your belly.” He kisses behind Jisung’s ear, and places his hand on Jisung’s stomach, pushing him back on his cock, rutting against him. He giggles when Jisung gags and bites down on his knuckles. “Think you can handle the pain, Jisung-ah? Or do I need to slap you to keep you conscious?”
Jisung nods eagerly and convulses from Minho’s fingers. He thumbs his slit harshly, trying to match how Minho would treat him.
His head spins when the fingers leave him, making his spit run down his chin and onto the pillow as he coughs to catch his breath. He freezes in panic as he feels Minho’s cock press against his hole, catching on his rim slightly.
“W—What? Wait— Wait, Min—”
“Beg.”
“Hyung— It hurts, please stop—” Jisung’s toes curl as he fucks uncontrollably into his fist. “‘M sorry, Minho-hyung— Oww—”
Minho bites Jisung’s neck, shooting white hot pain down to his cock and making him come hard enough to see stars. Jisung squeezes his thighs together and trembles violently, trying to come down from his high.
He squeaks when Minho turns him on his back suddenly, and gets on top of him. Jisung blinks away his tears, then puts his hands up defensively, an apology hanging off his tongue—
”Say it,” Minho says, soft tone not matching his sharp gaze and the bead of sweat running down his furrowed brows. He grips Jisung’s jaw tightly, and leans down. “I said— Ah— Say it.”
Jisung marvels at the pink flush on Minho’s face that reaches his ears and neck.
“I’ll be good,” he whispers and clutches onto Minho’s hoodie, pulling him down until their lips are close enough to breathe in his moans. “Please, hyung— I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you— Mmph—”
Minho squishes Jisung’s cheeks and kisses him, turning him pliant with the force. He groans as he comes on Jisung’s stomach, then licks into his mouth hungrily, pressing him into the mattress.
Jisung whimpers pitifully as he’s devoured, turning light headed from Minho’s weight as he lays on top of him.
Minho pulls away too soon.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, looking and sounding dazed, plush lips glistening and red. “Are you okay, jagi?”
Jisung tries to nod, but can’t due to Minho’s fingers still digging in his skin. “Yes, ‘m good.”
Minho releases him and lies back down next to him, pulling him close to kiss him again, chaste and sweet this time.
“You were so perfect for me.” He kisses him again. “My perfect little brat.”
“Hyung,” Jisung whines, somehow embarrassed now that Minho kissed his thoughts back to the surface. “Ah, I’m sorry, think I wiped come on your— Mnh—”
Minho kisses him again, and again, slipping his arms underneath Jisung’s hoodie and shirt to hug him tight.
“Sorry, can’t stop,” he says in between the kisses. “You taste too good.” He doesn’t let Jisung answer, only moves him on top of him, squeezing his ass and muffling his little squeak with another bruising kiss.
Jisung rubs his spent cock against Minho, whimpering when a wet finger circles his rim.
“You need to stop me.” Minho sucks on Jisung’s bottom lip. “Or I’ll fuck my come into you.”
Jisung shudders, and nuzzles into Minho’s neck.
“You can do whatever you want. But only if..” He trails off, that sour feeling in his guts catching up to him now that his thoughts returned.
Fuck. It was jealousy, just not the kind that he thought at first. It’s something more dangerous, more greedy in nature, and now that it fed on Minho’s taste, it’ll never settle for sharing.
Minho caresses Jisung’s nape soothingly. “Hm? Only if what, jagi?”
“Only— Only if I’m the only one— Ngh—” He winces when Minho grabs his hair and moves him to face him.
“Deal. I never liked the others in that way.”
Jisung licks his lips and pouts, hungry for more. “Didn’t you kiss them like this, too?”
“No jagi, I never kissed them.” Minho smiles, warm and fond, and tightens his grip as if to brand his confession into Jisung’s skull.
Jisung opens his mouth, wanting to goad Minho into confirming that he’s special, but his jaw goes slack when Minho slides his finger in slowly.
“Ah, feels good.” Minho sighs happily and watches Jisung’s face contort from the stinging sensation. “Can’t wait to sit you on my cock. And don’t worry, I’ll work you up until you can take it.”
“Thank— Thank you,” Jisung says, already half hard again from the attention and Minho’s firm thigh underneath him. “Will my first time.. Will it be gentle?”
“Sure, if you behave.”
That’s a no, then. Jisung’s skin buzzes in anticipation, he rocks back into Minho’s hand and clenches his teeth from the discomfort mingling with pleasure. Minho kisses him, sliding their slick tongues together slowly, teasing little noises out.
Here, lips slotted together and with Minho inside him, Jisung stops worrying about what anyone else thinks. Why should he be concerned with others opinions, when all he wants is Minho’s approval?
“Hyung, ah— I got primal prey on my results, too.”
“You did?”
“Mhm. Dunno what it means.”
“Hyung can tell you.” Minho kisses Jisung’s cheek. “But only if you go on a date with me. And if you forgive me.”
“For.. For what?”
“For not making our first kiss more romantic.”
Jisung laughs. “You already made it up to me—”
“And for that message that I sent to Dohyun from your phone.”
“.. Hand me my phone.”
“I’m not done. Sit still, you brat.”
“Minho—”
“Do I need to get my ropes out?”
“Hyung! Hand me my damn phone—”