Forever Surprise

by meemo_leeknow_ham_hana

Summary:

Stray Kids are touring Australia. Minho has a surprise for Jisung after the last concert. Jisung doesn't do well with surprises and gets increasingly more anxious as the days go by. It's worth it in the end.

Notes:

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-Meemo

Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash. 

That’s all Jisung can see as he tries to walk into the airport with the rest of the guys. Right in his fucking eyes. Every god damn time. He gets it. They’re Stray Kids. They’re news. Now more than ever, since they’re all repping at least one brand. 

They finally get inside, and it feels like people are lying in wait for them. Almost an ambush, even though it’s completely expected. Jisung is okay with the regulars, like Dispatch Noona. He likes her. She’s nice. And respectful. She would never, ever touch any of them and she’s kinda funny. Jeongin really likes her. But the so-called fans? They’re fucking everywhere. He remembers the time a lady came barreling through their group and Minho maybe had to “help” her out of the way. After countless incidents and close calls, management finally increased the number of bodyguards, but there are still people getting way too close to them. It makes him uncomfortable. Crowds, strangers, all of it. He does what he can to mitigate having to be in crowds like this, but there’s only so much his measures can shield him from. If “fans” and media would stick to the unspoken, unwritten social contract, his public life would be so much easier. But they don’t. Instead, they bully into his personal space, stick cameras in his face and crowd him. Yeah, he signed up for the idol life, but he didn’t sign up for people swarming him like this. He deserves to feel safe. While he’s walking, he sees a slight woman in a pink sweatshirt and long dark hair get pushed out of the way by the new guy. He’s glad the man has no qualms about using his strength to keep people out of their space. There’s no reason they should get mobbed when they walk through an airport.

To get to their gate, they have to make it through the public part of the airport. They always stay in a group, Felix usually walking in front with a giant smile on his sweet, freckled face. Today, Minho took the lead, which was weird, but maybe that’s just the way they happened to walk in. Jisung mentally shrugs, not concerned about it. He turns around to see who’s behind him, catching the unimpressed expression on Hyunjin’s beautiful face, then looking further back to see the stormy, dark look Chan is wearing as he walks behind his kids. Seungmin looks tired, walking with his arms crossed, head down, ignoring all the people who think taking video of him from 1 foot away is appropriate. Is it really appropriate at all, from any distance?

They’re still walking to the security line, where they’ll finally be able to get away from the crowd. No ticket, no entry. Thank god. Even though Jisung has his ear buds in, his sunglasses still on, and his hood up over his hat, he still feels a little pop of anxiety sizzle through him every now and then. He adjusts the strap of his brown Balenciaga bag higher on his shoulder, gripping it just to have something to hold onto. It helps keep him grounded.

Jisung looks around to find Minho. Ah, there he is. Jisung hurriedly catches up with him, laying his hand on the arm of the black wool ¾ length coat he’s wearing to get his attention. “Min,” he says. “The people are getting ridiculous and Chan is pissed.” Minho continues forward, passport in hand, not acknowledging Jisung. At all. “Min,” Jisung says a little louder, thinking maybe Minho didn’t hear him over the noise of the people surrounding them. Still no response. Jisung stops walking, trying to understand what the hell just happened. What the fuck. Did I do something? Why is he ignoring me? Jisung hates being ignored. And from Minho, it never bodes well. Shit. He’s trying to think if there’s something he did, but nothing immediate comes to mind. 

Jisung looks around to find Changbin. Maybe he’ll know what’s going on. He finds him a few paces to his left, rubbing Seungmin’s shoulder, trying to get him to unclench. “Binnie-hyung!” Jisung calls out to him. The sound gets a sneer from Seungmin, but also an answer from Changbin. 

“What’s up, Sung?” Changbin asks, as he turns his head towards him. Changbin automatically looks to either side of Jisung to find Minho. They’re always orbiting one another. As his face scrunches, he voices the question. “Where’s Min?” Jisung tilts his head to where Minho is walking, alone but for the sea of people surrounding them all. He shakes his head and Changbin can see the worry plainly evident on his face. “What did you do, Sungie?” Jisung’s eyes go wide, mouth downturned in a frown before answering.

“I have no idea, Binnie-hyung. We just got here, what could I have possibly done?” He truly has no idea. And from the looks of it, neither does Changbin. “I tried to get his attention twice just now, but he didn’t even look at me.” Annnnnddddd…there it is. The pout. And the big, brown eyes, wide and glassy, somehow looking up at Changbin, even though he’s shorter than Jisung. “I’m worried.” He hates doing this at the airport in plain view of all those cameras, but it makes him supremely uncomfortable to think that he’s done something to make Minho upset and Min didn’t tell him. “Can you talk to him, hyung? Please?” Jisung asks Changbin softly. 

“It’s okay, Sungie. I’ll go check on him.” Changbin turns back to Seungmin, who is watching the exchange with disdain, arms still crossed over his chest. “I’ll be right back, Seungminnie.” Seungmin stares at him. Lets out an inelegant sound. Turns on his heel and goes to find Jeongin. “Ughhhhhh. Great. Fucking fantastic. Now he’s mad at me.” Changbin throws his hands up, frustrated with both of the younger men. 

Changbin walks in the general direction he last saw Minho, however, he’s nowhere to be found. Changbin tenses up, wondering where Minho went and why he walked away from the group. They’re never supposed to be alone. Buddy system. Always. “Sung!” Changbin calls out. “Jisung! Where is he? I don’t see him.” They both start looking around wildly, the urgency they feel is blinding. Changbin ropes Hyunjin into the search, his height helpful in this situation. Hyunjin turns slowly in a circle, eyes bouncing from face to face, person to person as he tries to find his target.

“There!” Hyunjin points, seeing Minho’s head way up in the line to go through security. “He’s with a manager, too.” Hyunjin, Changbin and Jisung all share a look. 

“What’s he doing all the way up there?” Jisung asks. The other two men shake their heads, neither of them with an answer. He feels the thoughts start to churn, mixing with his confusion and hurt at Minho leaving him behind. He’s trying not to let the emotions overwhelm him, and everything around him isn’t helping. The lights, the people, the fucking smells in the air. He needs to stay in control. He wrenches his brain back into line and thinks back over the past few hours, trying to pick out a moment when Minho was acting weird or off.

They woke up in Minho’s king-size bed this morning, Jisung sleeping in his underwear and Minho in the red garment, just like usual. When he got up, he looked to see if Minho was up, which he was. They kissed, just like every morning, then Jisung got out of bed, twerked for Minho, then offered up his ass. Minho laughed and gave him a good slap, praising him for the sound.  Then Minho threw him onto the soft mattress, and they snuggled for a bit. Jisung loves being close to Minho. He’s so warm and he smells good. He loves to have Minho’s arms wrapped around him, half his body on top of his own, pushing him into the mattress. Minho is like his very own weighted blanket and having him lay on him makes Jisung’s body feel good, calm.

After snuggle time they got up, showered together and got ready for their flight. Is it because they didn’t have sex this morning, he wonders? There wasn’t enough time, and Jisung wasn’t feeling particularly horny, anyway. The snuggle/Minho-is-my-weighted-blanket time was enough for him. He doesn’t like to feel rushed during sexy time with Min, but neither of them seemed to want more than the touches they shared this morning. Maybe Jisung read something wrong? Missed a sign? He sometimes does that, but Minho would have said something. Their relationship is really good. Open. They communicate their needs and wants regularly. 

Minho did seem a little crabby when they had to leave. Jisung figured it was because they had to travel…again. Sometimes Minho gets tired of schedules and flying and all of it. They haven’t had a lot of time recently to recharge and do what they want to do. They’re in a busy season, but Jisung doesn’t think that’s what this is about. Minho isn’t someone who overreacts. He’s not a dramatic person. He puts his head down and does his job. No, it’s something else. He continues to run through the morning. 

Oh, wait. Minho got a text. Just before he got grumpy. But he didn’t tell Jisung what it said. He just looked at it, frowned, and went about his day. They got into the car together, sat next to each other like always, but Min wasn’t as touchy as he usually is. When they got to the airport and got out to stand on the sidewalk so people could take their fucking pictures and whatever, Minho went to the end of the line to stand next to Seungmin. Okay, yeah. Looking back, that’s weird. They usually stay together when they’re at the airport. Min knows Jisung still gets a little anxious sometimes, and his presence is calming for him. With this new perspective, he does think it’s odd that Minho was the first person to enter the airport this morning instead of Felix.  

This is out of character for Minho and not part of their routine. It’s throwing Jisung off. He can feel the knot of anxiety pulsing in his stomach, his ability to keep control over it waning the longer he doesn’t know what’s going on with Minho. He looks around again, this time to find Chan. He knows he’ll get some comfort from Chan, even if he isn’t the person Jisung wants it from. And maybe he’ll get an answer. Chan always knows what’s going on. He spots him where he usually is, behind everyone except the bodyguards. He’s a good dad, making sure he can see all his kids and that nobody walks off and gets lost (looking at you, Felix). Jisung quickly makes his way back to Chan, seeing the godforsaken flashes lighting his way as he goes. 

Chan sees him walking toward him and calls out, “Hey, Sungie. What’s up?” He puts his arm around Jisung and pulls him close so they can speak without being overheard by all the ears that seem to think they deserve to know what the men are saying to each other. 

“Channie-hyung, do you know why Min is all the way up there with a manager?” he asks, as he points to where Minho is with his eyes. Using his hand would raise questions with the fans. They notice everything. “I’m worried. I don’t think it was me, I think it has to do with a text he got before we left this morning. Do you know anything?” The look on Chan’s face is telling. Guilt. Lit up by the flashes from the people watching their interaction. Oh, the internet is gonna have a field day with this.

Chan opens and closes his mouth, like he knows he needs to respond, but isn’t sure how. Responses run through his head, but he can’t land on one that works. “I, uh. You - he, fuck.” Chan shakes his head, tilting his head down to look at the ugly white tile floor instead of at Jisung. 

“That was not helpful, hyung. What the fuck is going on? Is he in trouble?” Jisung queries, worry lacing his words. Chan looks at him. Back at the tile. He shifts his weight, scratches the back of his neck. “Hyung. Please. What’s going on?” 

Chan raises his head to look Jisung directly in the eye. “He asked me if he could travel by himself today, Sungie. He obviously didn’t tell you.” Jisung doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to react. Minho didn’t tell him jack shit. He had no idea that there was anything wrong, and certainly no idea what was wrong. Jisung shakes his head. “Oh. Uh.” He looks in the general direction of where Minho is. “Shit. This is not good,” Chan mutters to himself. 

“Channie-hyung,” Jisung whines, tears now welling in his big eyes. “Why didn’t he tell me? I’m his best friend. His…roommate, for crying out loud.” Roommate is the only word he can use in public. Lover, partner, romantic interest, none of those can be uttered outside closed doors, even if they’re accurate. Jisung tilts his head up, trying not to let the tears fall. “I need to go to the bathroom. I can’t cry out here.” He grabs Chan’s hand and gestures to a bodyguard that he needs to come with them. The three of them find a bathroom, the bodyguard making sure it’s empty. The two men walk in while the bodyguard stands outside so nobody else can enter it. 

“What the fuck, Chan? Please tell me what’s happening. What’s he keeping from me? Why didn’t he tell me?” Jisung asks in a small voice, tears falling down his face now. “Is it bad? Is it me?” His voice breaks on the last word as he waits for Chan to respond. Jisung knows he’s spinning out and that the thoughts in his head aren’t rational, but that’s what anxiety does. It lies. Makes you believe shit that isn’t, can’t be true.

“He asked me not to tell anyone, Sungie. Even you. Especially you. He said you’d worry more if he told you. I told him he’s wrong, that you’ll worry more not knowing. But he said no, so I can’t tell you. And he only told me some of what’s going on, so I don’t know much. I’m sorry, Sungie. I can’t break his trust on this.” Chan grips Jisung’s shoulder. “I promise you that it’s not bad. He’s just dealing with some stuff and wants to do it on his own. But that’s all I can really say.”

“Are you sure? He’s not breaking up with me? Right?” Jisung waits for Chan to respond, knowing it can’t be true, but spiraling anyway. “Chan! Please…I’m dying here.” Jisung is about two seconds away from screaming and possibly having a panic attack. He has his rescue meds with him, but he doesn’t want to take them because he gets a little loopy. It makes him feel vulnerable, especially with all the eyes on them. 

“I promise, Sungie. He’s not breaking up with you. He wouldn’t do that. He loves you. More than anything, he loves you. You know that.” He pulls Jisung in for a tight hug, hoping the touch will help ground him. “Hey, hey, breathe, okay? Just breathe. Everything is okay.” While he’s hugging Jisung, he brings his phone out so it’s behind Jisung and texts Minho to let him know the shitstorm he caused by being so close-mouthed. 

 

To: Minho You’re a dumbass. I told you he’d freak out if you just left like that. 

Now he’s crying in the fucking bathroom with me, 

wondering if you’re breaking up with him! 

Fix this, Minho, or I fucking will.

To: Chan Fuuuuuuck. You were right. I should’ve listened to you. 

Okay, um, have him meet me in the bathroom after he gets through security. 

I’ll have someone from our security team clear the bathroom so we can talk. 

To: Minho Fine. You’re still a dumbass. Also, I told you so.

 

“Sungie.” Chan pulls away from Jisung when he doesn’t get a response. He can see that Jisung is trying to get control over his emotions, over the swirl of awful thoughts in his head. Chan touches Jisung’s cheek to get his attention. “Hey. You with me?” he asks, using a quiet, calm voice. Jisung opens his eyes and nods, still sniffling, eyes still wet. “I texted that moron. You’ll see him as soon as you get through security, okay?” Jisung nods his response, body relaxing slightly against Chan’s. “It’s going to be okay, Sungie. I promise.” 

Chan gives Jisung time to finish getting himself back under control, then a little while longer to let the evidence of the crying jag disappear from his face. That’s all they’d need is for some “fan” to capture a stray tear on Jisung’s face and make a huge fucking deal of it online. It takes about ten more minutes, then they walk back through the crowded airport to the rest of the members. When they reach them, Changbin and Hyunjin immediately huddle with them to find out what’s going on. When Chan fills them in, Changbin rolls his eyes and silently plots Minho’s demise for making their Sungie upset. For as much as Jeongin is the maknae, and everyone, including Jisung, dotes on him, everyone wants to take care of Sungie. He blooms with the care and attention they give him. He knows what he needs, he’s said what he needs and they all make sure he gets what he needs. Nobody wants a sad Sungie. 

After the information has been shared, Changbin and Hyunjin share a look, some understanding passing between them. Hyunjin puts his arm around Jisung, pulling him with him while they wait to go through security. Changbin goes back over to Seungmin to let him know what’s going on and to see if he’s been forgiven after he shares the story. Seungmin is visibly distressed when he hears what’s going on, looking at Jisung to see how he’s doing. He seems to be okay with Hyunjin for now. Seungmin plans to jump in if he needs to, pulling some sarcasm out of his ass to get Sungie to laugh, or by doing his menace shtick. That always seems to work when someone needs cheering up in the group. Chan takes up his post at the back of the group again, still looking very unhappy, but now it’s a toss-up whether it’s about the crowd showing its collective ass or Minho showing his. 

Fifteen minutes pass and it’s finally their turn to go through security. Jisung goes first, showing his boarding pass and passport, then waiting on the other side of the security agent for the rest of the guys so they can go as a group. Even though he wants to run and push his way through so he can get to Minho faster. He makes himself stay calm, makes himself follow the rules in place for their safety. Everyone is finally through and they move forward to do the rest of the security check. After they’re through it, Jisung is pulled aside by Chan and the same security guard who accompanied them to the bathroom earlier. The two of them walk with Jisung to the bathroom where he’s meeting Minho. After what feels like years, they get there. Despite the nerves he’s feeling, Jisung thanks Chan and the guard, then walks calmly into the bathroom. He sees Minho and promptly loses his shit. Explosively.

Minho is standing in front of the full-length mirror at the other end of the long bathroom, 12 gray stall doors separating the two men. The fluorescent lights buzz loudly overhead, bathing the room in an unforgiving glow. Jisung walks over to him, head full of static, hands fisted at his sides. Until one of them isn’t, and it’s whipping in front of him and against Minho’s cheek. CRACK. The sound echoes around the empty bathroom. Jisung gasps, the same hand making a loud sound against his own skin as he covers his mouth, realizing what he did. “Min,” he gasps out, “I’m-”

“Stop, baby. It’s okay,” Minho says softly. “I deserved that. I should’ve told you that I needed some space to take care of something. I’m so stupid. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” The words tumble out, the pace rapid. The look on his face is heartbreaking. Heartbroken. Both, maybe. Jisung has no idea that the thing Minho is trying to take care of is for him. For them. There’s no way he could know. It’s all supposed to be a surprise. Now Minho is questioning doing it. Are they even ready for this? Rein it in, Minho. This is not the end of anything. It’s just a misunderstanding. You love each other. Jisung is still standing there, right in front of him. The distance between them feels fragile, one step from breaking. Those big fucking eyes. Spilling over with tears. He never meant for this to happen. 

Minho takes a deep breath. More for a pause than for the oxygen. “Sungie. Baby. Please,” he begs in his high, airy voice. “You’re okay. We’re okay. I promise.” Minho finally, finally closes the distance between them, taking Jisung gently into his arms. He can feel him trembling as they move together. He pulls Jisung against him, no room between them, murmuring in his ear. Minho isn’t even sure what he’s saying, only that whatever is falling out of his mouth is soft and loving, telling Jisung how much he means to him, how sorry he is for upsetting him, and whatever else his stupid fucking brain decides is appropriate for fixing this huge fuckup. 

Slowly, the hiccupping and sniffling stop and Jisung pulls back from Minho, his eyes and the tip of his nose red. He pulls a tissue out of his pocket, delicately dabbing at the tear tracks down his full cheeks and at his nose. Minho just watches, waits. He knows he needs to give Jisung enough time to really calm down before speaking anymore. Jisung will always tell him what’s on his mind if Minho gives him time and doesn’t push. So he stands there, hoping that his face is telling Jisung how much he loves him, and how much this issue is not because of Jisung. 

Jisung has stopped shaking, his face is dry and his nose isn’t running anymore. He inhales, closing his eyes to center himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes filling with tears again. “You wouldn’t talk to me earlier and it scared me. Then you walked off and didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me you were having a problem.” He breathes deeply and continues. “I know this makes no logical sense, okay? I get that, but I thought it was me. I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I thought you maybe wanted to break up. I tried to tell myself that you would just tell me if that were the case. But my brain. I, it-” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t get it to listen and I spiraled. I tried not to, but I did. And I’m sorry.” The tears run down Jisung’s face, dripping onto his shirt. “I…fuck, Min. I hurt you. I, I - I can’t believe I did that. What is wrong with me?” he sobs out. 

Minho grabs Jisung by the back of the neck, dragging him in so they’re face to face. “Jisung,” he says, voice firm and deeper than usual. “Listen to me, baby. This was my fault, not yours. Please don’t think about it again. Can we move past this? Please?” Jisung recognizes that Minho is pleading with him, something he never, ever does. It breaks through the noise in his head. 

“I’m gonna let this go for now, Min, but I’ll mention it to my therapist at my next appointment. It doesn’t matter how stressed or upset I am, I shouldn’t have hit you.” He sniffs loudly, trying not to cry again. “I need to know what’s going on, though. I’ve built a story in my head, and I fucking hope to Christ that it’s wrong. It has to be, and logically, I know that, but my emotions are everywhere. Tell me what’s going on, Min.” He steps in closer, arms around Minho’s neck. They both need the closeness. Minho nuzzles into Jisung’s neck, laying a kiss there. His hands rub up and down Jisung’s back while Jisung’s hands find their way under his shirt, the warm skin there calming. 

Minho sighs through his nose, giving a short nod. “I’m planning a surprise for us. For after our performances in Australia next week. I got a text this morning that something happened at the venue and now they have to find a different place to have it. I just want everything to be perfect, and I’m really stressed about it having to change. I know it’s gonna be fine, but it’s still nerve-racking. I thought everything was set and now it’s not.” He stops talking, not wanting to give anything away. “Is that enough information? I’m not upset with you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I love you, baby. I’m not letting you go, okay?” His face is so soft, so sincere when he says these things to Jisung. Jisung nods, laying his head on Minho’s shoulder. 

“Thank you, Min. I love you, too. So much.” He kisses Minho’s plush upper lip gently. “I think I can make do with that. If I start getting up in my head again, I’ll come to you. Please don’t shut me out like you did earlier, though. I-I don’t know what to do with that. It scares me, and makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong, even when I’m pretty sure I haven’t. Just tell me if you need to take care of something for this in private. I can handle that better than what happened today.” 

When Jisung looks at Minho with those eyes, how can he say anything but yes? So he nods, agreeing that he won't be a fucking moron again to the man who loves him most in this world. "Let's get ready to go back to the real world, Sungie. We should get to our gate." Minho starts walking toward the door, then realizes that Jisung isn't walking with him. He turns and tilts his head at Jisung. 

"I'm not ready yet, Min. Come back here," he says quietly. Minho immediately stops his forward movement, turning to return to Jisung. When he gets back to him, he waits. “I need you. Touch me, please,” Jisung says. There’s only so much they can do in an airport bathroom, and Minho doesn’t think Jisung is actually asking for what most people would assume. He knows his Sungie better than anyone, so he gives him what he needs. 

Minho removes Jisung’s coat, the short brown suede one with the white fleece inside and hangs it on a hook on the wall. He pulls his long sleeve white t-shirt out from his baggy light wash ripped jeans and slips his hands under the shirt, touching the smooth skin of Jisung’s back, rubbing firmly up and down the muscled plane. Jisung moves in closer, his forehead resting on one of Minho’s shoulders as he stands still, letting Minho’s hands work their magic. He feels the stress leaving his body as he sighs out a breath, brain quiet for the first time in more than an hour. “More, please?” Jisung says, the sound muffled by how his head is tilted down into the fabric of Minho’s coat. Minho nods and brings his hands up to Jisung’s shoulders, massaging as well as he can under the fabric. He knows Jisung needs to feel the touch on his skin, not through the shirt. “Thank you, jagiya,” Jisung mumbles, his body relaxed against Minho’s now. “You know the last thing I need, right, Min?” Jisung asks. Minho nods as he backs Jisung up against a wall, pushing him into it with his body so Jisung feels the deep pressure back and front. Jisung breathes out, letting the deep sensory input soothe him and help his body settle. Soon, he raises his head and meets Minho’s eyes, asking without words for what he wants. Minho leans in and presses a kiss to Jisung’s lips. Jisung kisses back gently for a moment, then parts his lips, his tongue peeking out to lick across the seam of Minho’s mouth. Minho responds, his tongue meeting Jisung’s, warm and easy, like they’ve done this a million times. The kiss deepens, slow and unhurried, as if time doesn’t exist here. Minho’s hand trails over Jisung’s cheek, down along his neck, eliciting a quiet moan. Jisung’s fingers tickle across Minho’s stomach, brushing upwards, flitting across his chest. They both know there’s no time for anything further, unfortunately, so the kiss ends and Minho steps back from Jisung, allowing him room to fix his shirt and put his coat back on. He places a chaste kiss on Minho’s lips when he’s done getting his clothing situated. 

“I’m ready.” He grabs Minho’s hand and they walk to the door, catching the gaze of the security guard with a nod, letting him know they’re ready to go to the gate. They drop hands, putting their "we're in public" faces on, but stay as close together as possible as they make their way to the area where the other members are waiting for them. 

They take their time walking to the gate, stopping in the little airport shops on the way. Jisung buys a few snacks and drinks for them to share on the plane, already having checked in with Minho that they will still be sitting together like they usually do. They’re in their own little world, as they often are, happy to be with the other, no one else needed. 

It’s close to boarding time when they get to the gate. Each one of the guys checks in silently with Jisung, making sure he’s okay. Minho notices, but instead of getting defensive or angry, or even possessive, he’s actually secretly thrilled that they all take care of his Jisungie so well. He knows he fucked up. They know he fucked up. Maybe one or two of them will say something to him in private, but for now, he’s happy with the way they’re handling things. The day has been stressful enough. No need to make it worse. 

The two of them take the empty hard plastic seats close to Seungmin and Changbin, leaving one chair empty between themselves and the other two men. Jisung hands Minho an ear bud to use, then pulls out his phone and pulls up the next episode of the show they’ve been watching together. He lays his head on Min’s shoulder, still holding the phone up so Minho can watch but closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of his jagi sitting next to him. They sit like this until it's time to board. When the call comes over the loudspeakers, Minho picks up his bag and coat along with Jisung's stuff and they make their way to stand in the short line to board the plane. 

A few minutes later they're on the plane, sitting in their first class seats, next to each other, of course. Changbin and Seungmin occupy the two seats to their right, while Chan and I.N are directly in front of them. Felix and Hyunjin are sitting behind Changbin and Seungmin, with Felix in the aisle seat. Chan turns around to look at Minho, quirking an eyebrow in question, like he's asking if everything is okay now. Minho gives a tiny nod in response, not wanting to start a conversation with Chan or Jisung, if he were to notice the interaction between them. Almost immediately the flight attendant assigned to first class appears, starting at the front of the section, offering beverages and snacks. It's too early in the flight for alcoholic drinks, so for now, they just order soft drinks and a bag of pretzels and cookies each, knowing they’ll eat the stuff Jisung bought at the airport later. 

Jisung turns his head to Minho with a pout on his beautifully shaped mouth. It's as if he knows that Minho can't deny him anything when he looks at him like that. "What's up, pretty?" Minho asks him, eyes boring into Jisung's. Ah, wait, he knows what this is. But before he can act, Jisung speaks. 

"I hate take-off, hyung." Minho nods and grabs Jisung’s hand just as he feels the airplane start to power up for take-off. It's the high-pitched whirring sound that bothers Jisung the most, and the shaking of the plane as it gains speed up the runway and when it takes off coming second on that list. Jisung closes his eyes and scrunches up his face. He's so fucking adorable. Jisung could absolutely do this by himself if he had to. In fact, he's done it numerous times alone. The fact that he's sharing that he doesn't like this part of flying and wants support doesn't make him any less, it just means that he trusts Minho enough that he'll be vulnerable with him. And that he'll ask for his care when he needs it. He loves that about Jisung. His need to be both independent and to also be his Babygirl Princess. The dichotomy of this man should be studied. For science or whatever. 

"I know you do, baby. What do you need me to do?" Minho asks, Jisung's hand still in his grip. Jisung whines a little before stomping his cute, boot-clad feet, looking up at Minho with those eyes. Minho is helpless against them. If you've ever been looked at by one Han Jisung with Those Eyes (TM), you'll understand Minho's inability to do anything but exactly what Jisung asks. "What, Sungie?" he coos at him. He probably wants a distraction since the plane is about to start down the runway, that much closer to making the loud, bumpy, scary climb into the sky. It sucks that they're on a regular commercial airplane instead of a charter because they're very limited in what can be done to distract Jisung at the moment. Even though there are a lot of people who recognize that they're in a relationship, a gay relationship, it's still not something they can concretely confirm for people, and half the shit he'd do to Jisung would be gay as fuck. Because god for-fucking-bid that two Korean male idols are gay, much less in a committed relationship with each other. It's a hiding in plain sight type of deal. A secret that's not a secret. An "Even if I say it out loud, no one will listen" thing. It's hard not to get upset about the situation, even though they've been living with it for years. Especially when the "gay" things are what might help Sungie more than just holding his hand and telling him to breathe. Right now, it's Minho who needs to breathe. He feels himself getting caught up in those feelings again, and he can't afford them. He wants to stay calm so he can be there for Sungie. So, he does what he always does and stuffs the feelings down until he can deal with them later...or never, which is probably more likely. Minho isn't a feelings guy. Not like Jisung is. Minho doesn't need to feel his feelings to function, where Jisung seems to live in his. It's another way they fit together and grind off the sharp edges of the other. 

"I dunno, Min. Just...something. Take my mind off this." Jisung looks down at Minho's lips for a second, then stops himself because he can't have that right now. Instead, he takes his hand out of Minho's and puts Minho's hand down on his thigh, very close to his groin, under the coat Jisung has across his lap. Minho catches Jisung's eye to ask silently if he's sure this is what he wants. Jisung responds in their silent language with a resounding yes. Minho leaves his hand there, squeezing Jisung's thigh and running his fingers along the inside seam of his pants. He can tell the instant Jisung starts getting turned on. Jisung's breathing comes faster, just slightly. Enough for Minho to notice, but not enough for others to. Yet. Then his cheeks flush with a beautiful light pink color. Jisung likes to keep eye contact during this. It heightens the intimacy of it for him. And Minho doesn't hate it. Jisung's hand slams down on top of Minho's, forcing him to dig into the meat of his thigh, gripping as hard as he can. There might be marks later. He'll have to remember to check. By the time they've gotten to this stage, Jisung is usually hard and leaking into his underwear and the plane is in the air. But nobody can see any of this because there's always a blanket or a hoodie covering them. And it's totally normal for Minho to touch Jisung...pretty much anywhere, except the place they both want him to be. He'll get there eventually. Minho removes his hand from Jisung's thigh and puts it back on his own once the plane has evened out in the sky. Jisung's head is lolling over toward Minho, expression fucked out even though there's been no fucking. Yet. Minho has to decide whether he's going to fuck Jisung on the plane or not. Last time they did it, they almost got caught, and Jisung didn't like that. Minho didn't give a shit. He thought it was hysterical, almost getting caught, dick in ass, at fifty thousand feet. But he won't do anything that would make Jisung uncomfortable. 

Minho decides that he will offer sex on the flight. Obviously, if Jisung asks for it, he’ll gladly do it. But he kind of hopes he doesn’t ask because that will make the sex at the hotel later that much better. Because Minho is Minho and he’s always looking at Jisung, he notices him shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like he’s trying to adjust- Oh. He turns his head away with a smirk, trying not to laugh at his baby. Felix catches his eye and Minho just shakes his head, putting his finger to his lips to keep Felix from asking. 

Jisung stops shifting in the plush seat a few minutes later, finally falling asleep. Minho glances at him, making sure his head is supported and he has something covering him. He knows his Sungie gets cold on planes, and he doesn’t want him to have a sore neck when he wakes up. While he has some private time, he gets out his phone to check to see if the people in Australia have texted him with a solution to the monumental problem from earlier. He wasn’t exactly honest with Jisung about how big of a problem this might be, but he’s going to figure it out and not let on how stressed he is about it. 

There haven’t been any new texts, and that worries him. But they have a few days to get it figured out. They still have over nine hours of time left on the plane, plus travel time to the hotel, a day for practice and three performances when they get to Sydney. He needs to talk to Chan again to make sure he’s done his part, too. But getting him alone has been impossible lately, what with all the recording they’ve been doing for the new album and the dance practices for new choreo for their upcoming concerts on top of all the other things they’re required to do as idols. He’ll make sure to corner him tomorrow if he can’t talk to him in private while they’re in the air. Since there isn’t much he can do about any of this right this second, Minho decides to take a nap. If they were home, he’d pull Jisung close to him and hold him while they sleep, but that’s not a viable option, so he settles for resting his head on Jisung’s shoulder instead. 

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Minho wakes about an hour before Jisung, his head still resting on Jisung’s shoulder. He pulls back a tiny bit, just enough that he can see the side of his face as he sleeps. Minho loves to look at Jisung. He always has. Eight years later and he still gets lost in him. Never gets sick of him. Always wants to be with him. He remembers when they met. How quickly they became friends. They were both so young, so inexperienced. Minho loved Jisung from the day he met him. Jisung loved Minho from day one, too, but he didn’t understand his feelings, so it took him a while to realize. Jisung also didn’t know he was gay. He didn’t know he was anything, really. It just wasn’t something he thought about or had a lot of time to consider, being an idol and all. But the feelings and thoughts he had…he needed to make sense of them. So after many, many talks with Felix and Hyunjin, and one or two with Seungmin, he figured it out. I’m in love with Minho. Thankfully, for the both of them, Jisung very shyly told Minho how he felt one hot day in the middle of June. They were walking back from the convenience store where Minho had bought them both ice cream. They were almost back at the dorm, trying to beat the next round of rain that was on its way, when Jisung stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and pointed to the sky. “Look, hyung. A double rainbow,” Jisung said quietly, his voice awed. Why that sparked what Jisung did next, Minho doesn’t know, but he’s grateful for it. 

As soon as they got inside the dorm, “Hyung? Minho.” Jisung gently cupped Minho’s cheek, using the hold to turn him so they were face to face. Minho remembers looking into Jisung’s big, sparkly eyes, watching the soft bloom of pink spread across his cheeks and seeing the beautiful, heart-shaped smile on his lips when he said, “I love you, Min. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, so long to tell you, but I wanted you to know. It-it’s okay if you don’t…” That’s as far as Jisung got before Minho took him into his arms and so, so gently kissed him. “I love you, too, Jisung. I have since the minute I met you.” 

Fast forward to a year ago. They had all just started living in pairs in their new dorms. They were about to start their world tour. They’d been practicing their set list vocals, learning all the new choreo and doing appearances to hype up the then-new album. Somehow the stars aligned and the eight of them had a rare break for a couple days. What did they do? They rented a noraebang, ate food and drank. They had an amazing time, relaxing with their chosen family, talking when they weren’t singing, and drinking more than they should. Jisung and Minho went home  and talked long into the night, until the sun was switching places with the moon and they were so tired they couldn’t see straight. But they both remembered that conversation. The dreams they discussed, the decisions they made. It’s those decisions that are at the forefront of Minho’s mind now. And have been since he knew they’d be performing in Australia. 

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The rest of the flight is unremarkable. Jisung happily watches silly cat videos with Minho for a couple hours, then trades seats with Seungmin so he can talk to Changbin about a few songs he’s writing. Somehow, Minho gets I.N. to trade seats with him so he can talk to Chan privately. 

Minho sits as close to Chan as the seats will allow, even pulling up the arm of the chair so there’s nothing between them. He looks over his shoulder, making sure Jisung is completely engaged with Changbin before he starts talking to Chan. “Real quick, before he stops talking to Changbin, were you able to submit the form and find the person we need to do this?” Chan nods his head, keeping a neutral expression on his face since he’s facing toward where Jisung and Changbin are talking. “Thank you, hyung. I really appreciate you doing that and keeping this a secret. I want to surprise him…and everyone. Did you check in with the costumers for everyone’s outfits for it?” Chan nods again, this time a smile spreading over his face. 

“They are amazing. I saw a few of them the other day. They did so well translating the design idea you gave them into fabric. I’m excited for you to see them. To wear them. You’re gonna love them, Min.All the members will.” Chan puts his hand on Minho’s shoulder, the look on his face is one that a proud dad would give his kid. “I want to kick and scream about this, tell the world, or anyone, really. But I know it’s a surprise, and I’ll keep it that way,” he tells Minho. “You’re sure about this, right?”

“Completely sure, Dad.” Minho laughs. “No, really. Very, very sure about this. I want this. We want this.” He looks over his shoulder again, satisfied that Jisung is still engrossed in his conversation. He gets stuck watching him again, not realizing it’s been a minute until Chan taps him on the shoulder, laughing at him. Chan’s been their biggest cheerleader and protector since day one. As soon as he knew there was something going on between them, Chan did everything he could to support their relationship, including running interference between them and the company, not giving the company any say over whether they could date. He’s been a good leader, a good friend to them for years. 

Minho takes his phone out again, checking one more time to see if he’s gotten any texts or voice mails from the planner. Nothing. He’s getting increasingly frustrated with every hour that passes with no updates. 

He and Chan sit and talk about nothing in particular until Jisung and Changbin are done. Jisung comes over to Minho, smile on his pretty face, and asks if he’s ready to go back to their seats. Minho tells him yes, so everybody goes back to where they’re supposed to be. Minho takes his seat and huffs out a laugh when he suddenly feels a familiar weight in his lap. Of course, it’s Jisung, wrapping his arms around his neck, leaning into him. He pops his head up over the back of the seat to look around, making sure the curtain between first class and coach is completely closed before lowering his face to Minho’s and pressing their lips together. It’s just the eight of them in first class, the rest of the seats having been bought by the company to keep their trip as private as they can. Jisung licks across Minho’s lips, requesting entry. Asked and answered. Minho tightens his arms around his Jisungie, keeping him in place, letting him feel the way his body reacts to the kiss and the squirming Jisung can’t seem to stop. They break. “Jisungie,” Minho whispers. “I want you so bad. Want to fuck you til you scream. Want you to cry on my cock.” All of which makes Jisung squirm on Minho’s lap even more. He presses Jisung down onto his bulge, Jisung’s pants loose enough that he can slide between his cheeks even fully clothed, and ruts up into him. Jisung moans, not loud, but enough to have Felix and Seungmin glance over. “Baby, you have to be quiet,” Minho admonishes.

“M’sorry, Min. I’ll be good,” he whispers back, eyes closed in concentration, trying so hard to be quiet, to be good for Minho. He rolls his hips down the best he can in the position he’s in, moaning again at the feel of Minho, hard against his ass. “Feels so good, hyung. Can I have more, please?” Jisung asks so sweetly and Minho wants to give him everything. 

“No, Sungie. Not like this,” he says in a low voice, lips right by Jisung’s ear, breath hitting his skin in warm puffs, making him shiver. “We either have to wait until we get to the hotel, or I’ll fuck you in the bathroom now. Remember you didn’t like the way you felt when we almost got caught last time.” He pauses, looking at Jisung. He comes up with another option. “Or I can jerk you off here, but only if you’re a very, very quiet mouse. The moment you start making noise is the moment I stop touching you. What’s your choice, Sungie?” Minho will do anything for his baby. 

Jisung reaches back and lifts the arm between the seats out of his way and slides off Minho’s lap into his own seat.  He grabs the blanket that Minho had used to cover him while he was sleeping, laying it across their laps, simultaneously pulling Minho closer to him. He leans into him and says “I want it here, then I want you to fuck me when we get to the hotel. I want both. ‘K, Min?” Minho just nods, because that’s all he is capable of at the moment. 

Minho has Jisung stand up while he positions himself so Jisung can sit between his legs. When he sits back down, Minho snuggles into him from behind, angling them toward the window, and situating the blanket so there’s a gap between it and Jisung’s lower half to make things less obvious. If a flight attendant were to come by, they would probably know what they’re up to, but with it being dark out and the lights turned low in the plane, it’s harder to see. He takes the tissues and a wet wipe out of his pocket and scoots them under the blanket to use later for clean up. 

“Sungie, we have to do this without lube, okay, baby?” Jisung gives a tiny nod. Minho can’t see the grin on his face, though. Minho starts by placing his hand on Jisung’s stomach, over his clothes. He traces over his abs slowly, trailing down until he feels the loose waistband of Jisung’s jeans. He’s never been so happy that Jisung loves to wear clothes two sizes too big for him. He gasps when he hits skin instead of underwear. “Han Jisung,” he grates out. “Where the fuck are your underwear?” He gets a giggle in return. 

“I took them off and shoved them in my pocket when I was in the bathroom earlier. I wanted you to touch me, Min, so I made it easier,” he answers honestly. He turns his head as much as he can, hoping to reach Minho’s ear. “I really wanted you to fuck me, Min. So bad. I wanted to finish what we started earlier, but I don’t want to get caught.” Minho can only swallow thickly, words not available to him, his dick throbbing where it’s trapped in his pants, Sungie’s ass against it with how they’re sitting. 

Move against me, Sungie,” Minho says. “I want to feel you while I touch you.” Jisung quietly groans, the instruction making him feel insane. Minho regains his composure enough to continue skimming his hand down Jisung’s warm, tanned skin, under his waistband and into his pants. Immediately he knocks into his hard cock and wraps his hand around it, thumbing at the tip. “Baby, fuck, you’re leaking. So wet for me. Been thinking about this for a while, huh, Princess?” That gets a sub-vocal groan, Jisung’s head kicking back harder into Minho’s shoulder. He bucks up into Minho’s warm palm, relishing the smooth glide over his most intimate skin. “Stay quiet, Jisung,” Minho warns him. His hand doesn’t stop moving, slipping up and down, sometimes glancing over the tip to gather more moisture to smear down Jisung’s shaft. Jisung is following his instructions perfectly, wiggling enough for Minho to feel it against his body, but not enough to garner any extra attention. 

“Min - Min. Minho,” Jisung says, voice cracking with the effort of not moaning his next words. “I-I, surprise for - you.” Jisung pushes Minho’s hand off his cock and down in between his legs, readjusting how he’s sitting slightly. “Feel. Down, Min. Please,” he whines under his breath. Minho’s body freezes against him when he feels it. A plug. In Jisung’s hole. His head tilts forward of its own volition, breath punching out of him as his forehead comes to rest against Jisung’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck,” Minho murmurs. More to himself than to Jisung. “Jagiya, you’re fucking killing me here. When did you put this in?” he asks Jisung, needing to know. He pushes on the part of the base he can easily reach with his finger, making Jisung suck in a loud breath. “Shhhh…do you want me to stop?” he asks, a little meanly, just because he knows Sungie likes it. Jisung shakes his head rapidly, in tiny movements. 

“No, please don’t,” he says, barely audible, his tone pleading. His hips move forward, just a bit, chasing the sensation, showing Minho he doesn’t want him to stop. Minho pulls the plug out a little, dipping his finger under it to trace around Jisung’s rim. His Sungie always likes it wet and messy, so he’s not surprised that there’s a bit of lube there that he can collect on his finger. He slowly brings his hand back up to find Jisung’s cock and traces his wet finger up it to spread the blurb of lube on it. Then he goes back to stroking the hot, velvet skin and whispering all the filthy things he wants to do to Jisung when they get somewhere private. 

“Sungie. Sit back up. Shift your hips back and forth so you can move that plug inside you.” Jisung does, still sitting tightly between Minho’s legs, so that when he rocks back and forth they’re both getting the benefit. Minho’s chin is hooked over Jisung’s shoulder, making it easy for him to spew smut directly into his ear. “I can’t wait until we get to the hotel. I’m going to ruin you, Sungie. ‘M gonna bend you over the first flat surface I see in our room and eat you out, make you cum from my tongue in your hole. No touching your dick, either. You want that, baby? Answer me quietly.” Jisung can’t do much more than moan under his breath and nod his head. “Then you’re going to get on your knees and put your other hole to good use. Shut you up and use you like you’re meant to be used. You gonna let hyung fuck your face like a good boy?” Jisung’s hips kick up, cock twitching and dripping. Minho’s hand is working around the head of Jisung’s cock, feels the trickling increase. “You want to suck me off, baby? I can’t wait for your pretty lips to be wrapped around my cock, stretched wide, moaning around me. But I’m not gonna cum in your mouth. No, you don’t get that today. You’re gonna get on your hands and knees and show me where you want me to fuck you. I’m gonna pull the plug out and fuck you full. Put the plug back in so you remember who you belong to.” If anyone were to look at Jisung right now, they’d see tears dripping from his eyes, his hands clenched, face tense from trying not to yell in pleasure.

“Hyung,” he says so, so low, “close.” He shifts his hips, forcing the plug to hit his prostate. Does it again. Minho’s still got his hand at the tip of Jisung, thumb dragging over him, gathering pre-cum to smooth the glide. 

“Sungie, you can’t cum all over the place. Use the tissue, baby.” Jisung hums in response. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sungie. So beautiful. God, I can’t wait to be inside you, hear you scream my name. I love you, Jisung.” He knows those are the words that are going to make him cum, and sure enough, he does. Into the tissue, some on their hands. Quietly. Hips stuttering, maybe a little noticeably, but that’s okay, they’re done. “You did so well. You’re my good boy. My beautiful Princess,” Minho tells Jisung as he comes down from his orgasm. “Was it good?” Jisung nods, tired and relaxed. “You can take a nap, love. We’ll get you dressed properly before the plane lands, okay?” Minho makes sure Jisung is still covered with the blanket while he uses the wet wipe to clean off his hand and takes the soiled tissue out of it to dispose of. Minho uses the other tissue to wipe the tears off Jisung’s face. Jisung moves around, a sharp inhale every now and then from the plug touching inside him, a little oversensitive. He wants Minho to hold him. Needs his warmth surrounding him, loves the way he feels when he’s cocooned by him. 

Somewhere in his sated brain, Jisung remembers Minho didn’t get off. “Min.” He looks down at Minho’s lap, question on his face. Minho shakes his head. In their unspoken language he tells Jisung that what he said while he had his hand down Jisung’s pants is exactly what he wants to happen, so no need for Jisung to “help” the current situation. If he needs to take care of it, he figures he’ll go jerk off in the bathroom. But he thinks he’ll be fine. 

“I’m good. Take your nap, pretty. You’re gonna need your strength for later,” Minho tells him, eyes dark with intent. Jisung falls asleep quickly, napping for about an hour. There isn’t much time left in the air when he wakes up, so Minho tells him to go put his underwear back on. Jisung tilts his head at Minho. “Leave it in, Sung.” Jisung nods and makes his way to the bathroom. 

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The long flight is over, they’ve gotten through the nightmare that is the airport and they’re finally on the way to the hotel. Jisung is vibrating in his seat and Minho is trying not to think about all the lewd shit he’s going to do to Jisung when they get to the hotel. He’s so fucking horny. Making Jising cum on the plane, verbalizing all of it was apparently more arousing than he thought. He leans into his love as much as their seatbelts will allow, and Jisung immediately knows something’s up. “You okay, jagi?" he asks as he looks Minho over to see if he can discern if there’s something wrong. Minho looks at him, eyes wider than usual, and just shrugs, like having to tell him would be too much. “Oh.” Jisung presses against Minho and says “I’ll take care of you soon, baby.” Then he kisses him on the cheek, pops a grin on his face and acts like he didn’t basically just tell Minho that he can’t wait to get fucked in a little while. And then Minho remembers the plug. He groans. Out loud. For everyone to hear. Seven sets of eyes fix on him, only one pair glittering with laughter. 

“You okay there, Min-hyung?” Changbin asks, smirk on his lips as he looks between Minho and Jisung like he knows exactly what’s going on. He probably does. Come on, they’re not exactly subtle. Like, ever. Even on the plane, Minho is sure someone heard something and told all of the other guys, like the fucking gossips they all are. A bunch of old ladies. That’s okay, he laughs to himself, he has enough dirt on his phone to hold over the lot of them for the rest of their natural lives. He smirks back at Changbin and nods his head in answer. He can see the “oh shit” when the thought hits Binnie. Minho nods again at him and holds up his phone, like he’s threatening him with something. He isn’t, and would never, but the game is fun. 

As he’s holding up his phone, it starts lighting up and buzzing and dinging with notifications. Like they were backed up, being held somewhere until he hit just the right place for the service to connect correctly again. He tells himself to calm down. Sometimes international coverage isn’t as great as the companies say it is. At least he’s getting texts. He flips his phone around, making sure Jisung can’t see the screen, and starts to read them. They’re from the planner. And the news isn’t good, at least according to the first few texts. But they’re from hours ago, so he decides to not look at anything until the dinging stops and everything has been downloaded. He waits an extra five minutes just to be sure they’ve all come in. He idly wonders why they didn’t download while they were in the air, but if he’s being fair, it’s probably his fault. He wasn’t exactly at his best after upsetting Jisungie so badly that morning. So it’s likely an operator error. Oh well, it is what it is. What he doesn’t plan on is that it only takes five more minutes to get to the hotel. Then they’re getting their shit out of the van, checking into the hotel, getting their keys and finding their rooms. No time to check his phone during all that chaos. But now they’re finally settled into their rooms, all of them choosing to order room service for dinner and just chill in their rooms. He and Jisung, even though they each officially have their own room, stay in the same room together. They don’t like to deviate from their usual routine, and neither of them sleeps well without the other in the bed, so they pick a room and use it. Having the second room helps keep their cover in public, even though it’s fairly useless at this point, since Jisung did that live with Changbin and pretty much told everyone they sleep in the same bed. 

A little of the urgency to fuck Jisung has dissipated, somewhat due to the texts he really wants to read. So he tells Jisung to go ahead and take a shower first. While he’s in the shower, Minho takes the few minutes of privacy to read through all the texts from the planner. Like he saw before, the news isn’t great. The last text says that they haven’t found another venue yet, and they’re concerned they won’t be able to because of the short notice and an influx of business people and tourists in town for a few different events happening at the same time he’d planned his for. Fuuuucccckkkkk. Don’t freak out. Everything will be fine. He hears the water stop and knows he needs to put all this out of his mind. There’s nothing he can do about it tonight, anyway. He turns off his phone and stalks toward the bathroom, removing his clothes as he goes. He’s nude when he gets there. And hard. Brain back online and making plans to take Jisung apart. 

Jisung startles when he sees Minho lurking behind him as he stands at the sink, finishing up his skincare routine for the night and brushing his teeth. He’s already sprayed his cologne on his pulse points and around his hips. Okay, and on his junk, too. He wants it all to smell good when Minho does whatever he’s going to do to him later. His dick twitches at the thought. 

Minho walks up behind him and jerks the towel from around his hips, leaving him completely, devastatingly naked. God, he’s beautifully built. Broad shoulders, tiny waist, perky, round ass. He pushes Jisung against the sink, caging him within arms braced on either side of him. Minho grinds his hard cock into the softness of Jisung’s plush ass, moaning when he feels the base of the plug still flush against his hole. It takes everything he has, but Minho forces himself to step back and let Jisung finish. Jisung gives him a look in the mirror when Minho steps back from him. “I’m going to shower,” he tells Jisung. Jisung nods and goes back to what he was doing, still naked. Minho has a great view through the clear glass of the shower stall, and isn’t shy about watching Jisung while he lathers himself up, then rinses off. As soon as he’s clean he dries off, does an abbreviated skincare routine, brushes his teeth and puts on his own cologne. He knows how much Jisung loves the citrus scent of it. Then he’s out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, ready to bend Jisung over. 

Jisung is waiting for him in the bedroom, standing against the painted wall by the desk, arms crossed, head tilted back, eyes closed. He hears Minho when he comes into the room and does nothing but lazily open his eyes. Waiting. Waiting for Minho to give him whatever he wants him to have. It doesn’t surprise Jisung at all when Minho grabs his hips and flips him around, forcing his cheek to meet the cold wood of the desk with a hand between his shoulder blades, a small pillow placed between his stomach and the hard edge of the desk so he doesn’t get hurt when he’s pressed against it, into it. The temperature difference makes him shiver where his chest is pressed against the desk, his nipples pebbling quickly. He stretches his arms across the panel and grips the edge. He waits. 

Minho stares at Jisung, so willingly pliant, such a good boy laying over the desk, ass up like an offering. He gets closer, close enough to smell the cologne that’s landed in invisible specks across Jisung’s skin. Close enough to run his index finger from the nape of Jisung’s neck all the way down his spine. Down into the space between his cheeks. Until he finds the plug. Taps it. Pushes it. Pulls it. All to get a reaction from Jisung. But Jisung isn’t playing that game tonight. Tonight he needs Minho to be serious. He needs Minho. Period. Full stop. No games, just fucking. He wants to be claimed. Owned. Dominated. The dark need surges inside him, making him want to whine. But he doesn’t. Jisung does nothing. Nothing but wait. Minho understands. Minho always understands. 

Minho looks over Jisung again, somehow distilling down to atoms exactly what Jisung needs. Whatever he needs Minho will give him. “Spread your legs,” Minho tells him. Jisung immediately complies. “Arch your back more.” Jisung instantly obeys. “I like that you’re being good for me, Sungie.” Jisung nods, cheek squeaking against the desk. Minho takes a step back, looking at Jisung’s ass and how the plush globes are spread away from each other, showing off the plug. “Relax.” Jisung knows what to do, what Minho means. Swiftly, smoothly, Minho removes it. The only reaction from Jisung is a small inhale. Minho bends over and retrieves the small bottle of lube that Jisung put on the floor by the leg of the desk, pops the cap open and pours a generous amount into his hand. Even though he can see lube smeared around Jisung’s asshole, knows he’s already plenty slippery, Minho still wants more. He never wants to hurt Jisung, and if we’re being honest, Minho likes it wet, too. He cups his hand, warming the lube before he uses it to slick himself up, sliding his palm over his hard cock a few times, enjoying Jisung’s reaction. He can see his hole clenching around nothing as Jisung watches Minho touch himself. Then he’s behind Jisung, two fingers deep, scissoring. Then three. Then four. It’s obvious Jisung prepped himself in the shower. Because he’s a good boy who wants to get fucked, not hurt. Minho is too big to take with no prep. He lines himself up, one hand guiding his cock, the other on Jisung’s hip, and pushes in. 

“Minho,” Jisung breathes out, trying to push himself back on Minho’s cock, wanting him deep. He gets a hard slap on his ass for that. He whimpers as Minho rubs his hand over the sting. It was a reminder. He’ll take what Minho gives him or he’ll get nothing. Minho slides out, nothing but his tip still inside Jisung. He watches as he pushes back in, entranced with the way his cock disappears. What they say about him is true: when he’s thrusting on stage, he always looks down, like he’s watching himself fuck into someone. He gets a strange thrill from seeing Jisung take it all. Such a little body taking a big cock. His big cock. Minho slides out to the tip again, then places a hand on each of Jisung’s hips, holding tight enough to bruise. 

Jisung moans, knowing precisely what’s coming. How good it will be. Minho slams back in, snapping his hips, fucking Jisung like he needs. All Jisung can do is hold onto the edge of the desk so he doesn’t get fucked across it or off it. His dick is pulsing, dripping, pointed down to the floor by the pillow between him and the desk. He’s not going to get any friction from it. Knowing Minho, he won’t need it. He’ll probably make him cum untouched. Then cum again either by sucking him off or touching him while he fucks him again. Minho fucks into Jisung again, pulling him back by the grip on his hips, forcing him to meet his thrusts. He’s barely holding onto the desk, his arms stretched straight, his chest skidding against the smooth surface as he’s grabbed backwards onto Minho’s cock. “Minho,” he cries out, as Minho retreats and sinks back in, over and over, his hips snapping and rolling, thrusts sharp, long. MinhoMinhoMinho becomes a chant inside his mind, and maybe on his lips. He isn’t sure. It’s so good, so overwhelming, so much Minho, everywhere. He puts a hand back, trying to grab onto Minho. “Min- hah, ah, Minho…close. Fuck. Baby.” Minho slows, then stops. Sweat drips down his forehead, his chest, down his thighs. 

“Jisung.” Minho pulls out. “On your knees, baby. Don’t forget a pillow.” Minho walks to the bathroom, wets a washcloth with warm water and goes back to Jisung. He’s waiting patiently, knees on the pillow on the floor, cock turgid, the tip red and wet. He’s looking up at Minho, watching him move toward him, looking his naked body up and down, enjoying the view. Minho gently brings the warm washcloth to Jisung’s face, wiping the sweat off his face, then drying it with the other end. He wipes his own face off and dries it as well, then swipes the cloth over his cock, cleaning it off before standing in front of Jisung. “Gonna fuck your face, just like I told you I would.” He looks down at him, searching for any indication that this isn’t what Jisung wants. He finds none. He guides his cock into Jisung’s open mouth, sighing and shivering all at once at the moist heat. Jisung closes his mouth around Minho, looking up at him, waiting until their eyes meet to pull back and lick around the tip, tongue dancing through the dribble of pre-cum there. His eyes close at the taste, his throat moving on an “mmm”. The vibrations tickle up Minho’s shaft, his hips lightly thrusting at the sensation. Jisung lets the spit pool in his mouth before he slides down, taking as much as he can, getting it wet. 

He loves sucking Minho’s dick. Loves it when Minho fucks his face, uses his mouth for his pleasure. Jisung doesn’t have to be responsible for anything. He doesn’t have to think. He just has to open his mouth like the obedient boy he is and take what Min gives him. Minho is constantly checking in with him, verbally and otherwise, to make sure he’s happy, engaged, okay with what they’re doing. He trusts him implicitly and knows Min would never do anything Jisung doesn’t want to. Ever. 

Minho tangles his hands in Jisung’s hair, using it as leverage to control his movements. His own hips drive forward sharply, pushing himself further into Jisung’s throat. He feels him swallow around his tip, choking and sputtering until Minho pulls back. Jisung cries out and throws his arms around Minho’s hips, pulling him back in, until Jisung is full of Minho, throat open, breathing through his nose. Jisung’s eyes are wild when he looks up at Minho, a mix of desperation and almost betrayal splashed across his face. He whines, loosening his grip on his hips so Minho has enough room to move, slam back into Jisung’s mouth. Minho catches his eye. “Sorry, Bug,” he pants out. Sometimes Minho gets freaked out when Jisung chokes on his cock, not loving the gagging that happens after. It makes him feel like he’s hurting Jisung. Minho never, ever wants to hurt Jisung. It goes against everything in him. But sometimes Jisung wants it rough. Wants to fucking choke on it, splutter around it. Minho gives Jisung what he wants. 

“Sung, wanna eat you,” he growls a little while later. “I want back in you. Wanna fuck you ‘til you scream my name.” Jisung moves back, letting Minho’s cock fall out of his mouth, catching it in his hand, stroking it until Minho tells him what to do. 

“Want that, Min. Bed?” he asks. He looks up from where he’s sitting on his knees, waiting for Minho to respond. 

“Bed is fine, baby. Move over there for me.” Jisung quickly gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. “Up on the bed, ass up, face down, Sungie.” Jisung nods, grin on his face, and gets into position. Minho takes in the sight of his beautiful lover on the bed, his hole on display, ready for Minho’s tongue, cock hanging down, begging to be touched. Minho gets on the bed and knee-walks up the bed until he’s behind Jisung. With no lead-up, Minho spreads Jisung’s cheeks and lays his flattened tongue against his rim, licking up and over it, back down, then pointing his tongue and pushing inside. His hand is stroking up and down Jisung’s cock, and the symphony of sounds falling from Jisung is hypnotic in its beauty. He doesn’t need to ask, but he does, because he loves that Jisung is so worked up that he can’t form sentences very well. “You like this, baby?” Jisung nods his head quickly, hips meeting the movements of his hand, at the same time pushing his ass back onto Minho’s tongue. 

Minho is skilled with his tongue and mouth, bringing Jisung to the edge of sanity over and over again. “Do you want to cum now or when I fuck you, Sungie?” Minho kindly asks. 

“Cum now. Then fuck me,” he somehow spits out in a rare moment of lucidity. Minho adds more lube to his hand and puts it back on Jisung’s dick, his strokes harsh and tight, while he tongues his hole. He knows Jisung is close. “Minho, Minho, gon-na ah, hah, cum. Fuck.” Minho continues touching, licking, fucking him with his tongue as he jerks him off until Jisung screeches his name, his hole clenching around Minho’s tongue as his orgasm burns through him. Minho immediately lubes himself up and slides his cock in, prompting another loud sound from Jisung, something that sounds like Minho’s name as his hole continues to spasm through his peak. Jisung whines with the oversensitivity of Minho being inside him, moving against his walls, filling him, right after coming. 

Minho fucks him through it, using Jisung’s hole like he used his mouth. For his pleasure. “You’re so good for me, baby. Love fucking you,” he says between heavy breaths. Jisung moans in response, face smashed into the pillow as he concentrates on keeping his ass in the air. Their bodies are shiny and slick from sweat, the smell of sex permeating the air. Minho pistons into Jisung, fucking him hard, fast. “Sung. Gonna cum. Inside?” Jisung shakes his head and wiggles his hips, telling Minho he wants him to come on his ass, his back. Mark him. Minho pulls out and harshly fists his cock, fucking into it until he comes on Jisung’s bare skin. Hot stripes pulse out of him, his body finally going slack over Jisung’s back, gluing them together with sweat and cum. “I love you, Sungie,” Minho says gently, his hands touching Jisung softly, with reverence. 

They stay there for a few minutes, getting their breath back. Then Minho says “I’m going to clean us up,” and picks Jisung up and carries him to the bathroom. He sits him on the closed toilet and starts the water for a shower, letting it get to the correct temperature before they both get under the warm stream. Minho takes care of both of them, Jisung leaning up against Minho for support while Minho cleans him. When they’re done, Minho wraps Jisung in a fluffy towel, then himself, and carries Jisung back to the room so he can lay him on the bed. Minho gathers sleep clothes for both of them, dresses Jisung, then himself. Finally, they can sleep. Minho gets in the bed and pulls Jisung against him, closing his eyes. Just before he drifts off, he says “Good night, Jisung. I love you.” 

Minho wakes up before Jisung does. The room is dark, walls grainy looking. The only light is from whatever makes it through the two layers of window coverings and the blinds under them. His skin is cold where it’s not under the blanket or touching Jisung. He moves his arm back under the blanket, hooking it around Jisung’s waist, pulling him closer so the lengths of their bodies are touching. Minho knows this isn’t his bed. Not Jisung’s bed. But he’s so tired and having trouble remembering why the room is unfamiliar, where they are. Eventually he’ll remember, but right now, he’s going to enjoy the warmth of his Sungie while they sleep more. 

They both wake a few hours later, stomachs rumbling, feeling like they might die if they don’t get food in them pronto. The bed dips as Jisung turns over to look at Minho, pretty smile on his pretty face. “Good morning, Min. How did you sleep?” Minho gazes at him, mind blanking as it does when he looks at him too long. Fuck, I love him. “You okay, Min?” Jisung asks when he doesn’t get a response from him. He’s smiling up at Minho, mouth curved and eyes crescents. Minho is still staring at him. Jisung pinches his nipple to get his attention, because he’s just that flavor of little shit. Minho startles out of his reverie, laughing and getting his hands on Jisung to tickle him. “What were you staring at?” Jisung asks him playfully. “Meeeeeee?” Minho just laughs harder and continues torturing Jisung’s sides with his fingers. “Hyung! Hyung! Stop…I can’t breathe!” Jisung says as he wheezes out his laughs, as if trying to illustrate the issue. Minho pulls back and looks at him again, eyes mapping out Jisung’s features like he’s seeing him for the first time. It must be the way he’s looking at him, some expression he has that Jisung can read so easily. “I love you, too, Min.” 

Minho turns his phone on, waiting for all his messages to load. Jisung is already reading the group chat on his phone. “Oh! We’re all supposed to meet for lunch at a restaurant not far from here.” He checks the time. “Shit. We need to get dressed and go. We have about 30 minutes before we’re supposed to meet everyone downstairs. I’m glad we took a shower last night,” he says, winking at Minho, then dragging his eyes up and down him, memories from what Minho did to him last night front and center in his head. He sighs. “No time right now, no matter how badly I want to fuck you. You probably won’t let me fuck you tonight since we have to perform tomorrow, right?” He’s sulking. Minho hates it when Jisung sulks. But he’s right. Minho doesn’t like to bottom before shows. He doesn’t do it often, and when he has he’s experienced soreness after. So he just avoids it unless he has a number of days where he doesn’t have to do much. 

“I’m sorry, Sungie. You know how my body is. Now I feel bad. I promise you can fuck me when we get home.” Minho takes Jisung’s hand, pulls him in for a hug. “That doesn’t mean you can’t suck me off and finger me a little, though. I’d love that, if you want to, my pretty boy.” Jisung looks up at Minho, eyes lit up and sparkling. 

“Let’s go brush our teeth and get ready. We’ll have about 15 minutes to spare if we’re quick,” Jisung tells Minho. Minho knows Jisung has something planned for those 15 minutes, and he can’t wait to see what it is. They get ready, teeth brushed and clothes sorted, but not on. Then Minho is slammed up against the wall, Jisung’s arms caging him in as he kisses Minho, tongue pushing in as soon as their lips are together. “I want you so bad, Minho. Fuck. I started thinking about fucking you and now I can’t stop.” Jisung takes Minho’s hand and pulls him to the bed. He pushes him onto his back and slides his underwear down. He locates the lube and warms some in his hand. Not a lot, just enough for Minho to be able to take his fingers. He doesn’t want Minho to be uncomfortable and squelching lube while they do their practice run for tomorrow’s concert. Jisung settles on the bed next to Minho and leans in to kiss him. He knows the second Minho feels his finger circling his rim from the sharp inhale, the slight jerk of his hips. Jisung pushes his finger in gently, slowly, still kissing Minho to distract him from any discomfort he might feel. In and out, his pace unhurried. He feels Minho relax. He kisses him one more time then moves so he’s closer to his lower body, Jisung’s face toward it. He has his finger in Minho’s hole, still moving. He lets his spit fill his mouth then raises up on his knees, hovering over Minho’s cock, letting the spit dribble from his mouth, over the head, down the shaft. Jisung lowers his head to take him in his mouth. Minho bucks up into the warmth, his body almost overwhelmed with sensation. Jisung uses the opportunity to add another finger, making Minho whine with pleasure, his hips kicking up again. Jisung’s mouth is full of Minho, challenging his ability to breathe. He makes himself breathe through his nose, taking Min as far into his mouth, his throat, as he can without gagging. It’s different from this angle, somehow bigger and harder to take. But he does the best he can, raising and lowering himself, swirling his tongue around the head, driving Minho crazy. He feels his boxers being yanked down, then a hand around his cock. The drag is sweet, but rough…dry. Until Minho gets to his tip and runs his fingers through the dripping mess there. Jisung gets so wet, leaks so much when he’s turned on for Minho. If he’s not wet enough, he doesn’t really care right now. Sometimes he likes that little spike of pain when Minho jerks him off dry.

“Sungie…feels so good. I want another. Stay shallow, though.” Jisung nods around the mouth full of cock he has, not willing to release it to answer verbally. He adds a third finger, staying shallow just like Min instructed. Minho is thrusting into Jisung’s mouth, moaning and letting words fall like rain, telling him how good he is, how pretty he is, how happy Minho is that Jisung is his. Jisung is bobbing up and down faster, hollowing his cheeks, about to explode. “Jisung, I’m close. You cum, too,” he grates out. Jisung stays where he is, mouth wide around Minho’s cock. He changes back to two fingers, goes deeper, curling them, hitting Minho’s prostate. He does it a couple more times, listening to the way Minho’s moans and sounds change, knowing Minho’s one thrust away from coming down Jisung’s throat. He hears Minho shout his name then tastes the salty, bitter liquid filling his mouth. Knowing this is all because of him, that he brought Minho to this state, tips him over the edge and he spills over Minho’s hand, onto the sheets below him. They stay there until they’re able to breathe normally. 

Jisung sits up on his knees and turns so he’s facing Minho again, stretching over his body so he can kiss him. “You okay, jagi? Was it too much?” Minho grins up at him and shakes his head. 

“It was perfect, Sungie. You good?” Jisung nods, feeling calm and relaxed, body happy with the amount of touch it’s gotten in the past couple days. “I guess we better get ready and go meet the guys. I wish we could stay here all day. I want to cuddle now,” Minho tells Jisung with a soft look on his face. 

They get off the bed and put their clothes on, sharing a long hug and a short kiss before they leave the room. 

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They’re only a couple minutes late getting to the hotel lobby. Felix notices them first. He looks between them, narrows his eyes, noting their red cheeks and mussed hair, then bursts out laughing. “Huh, I wonder what you were doing that made you late,” he says, tone teasing. The other members turn to look at them and start laughing, too. “Yeah, I wonder,” someone else throws out. 

Jisung and Minho look at each other, smirk. “Yeah, whatever. The elevator was taking too long so we took the stairs,” Jisung lies smoothly. Minho nods vacantly, not giving a shit if they know they both just came or not. They should be so lucky to have what he and Jisung have. 

“Alright, guys,” Chan interjects, “we have to get going. Changbin, you’ve mapped how to get there, right?” He nods. “Lead the way, then!” As always, Chan takes his position at the back so he can keep an eye on them. It takes about 15 minutes to walk to the restaurant. Of course, they get noticed on the way, but the fans are respectful and don’t try to stop them to talk or take photos. They wave to the boys and the boys wave back, secretly grateful they don’t have to deal with any real interaction right now. The schedule today is the same as has been for the other dates on this tour: eat lunch, practice the choreo for every song on the actual stage with the band so they can make any adjustments necessary, eat dinner and go to bed. Today is the first part of the sound check, where even though the venue is empty, they still listen to how they sound and can talk to the band and sound engineers to make any changes, if needed. Tomorrow, a few hours before the concert, is the sound check experience. Fans pay to come in early, see the venue and watch them perform three or four songs before anyone else. They get to see the boys in regular clothes, bare-faced or very close to it, and a little more relaxed than they are during the concert proper. It allows the fans a fun experience, along with receiving special merchandise, and it allows Stray Kids to hear how they sound with a small audience, again allowing time for any adjustments to be made. 

They eat their lunch without anyone bothering them and make their way back to the hotel to board the bus to the venue. Minho looks at his phone and notices a text from the planner that came in while they were eating. He didn’t hear the notification. He opens it and sighs. Still no luck on finding another venue. He knows they still have a few more days, but he’s feeling pressured. He has one more idea, but he needs to talk to Chan. He has to do it tonight, though. They have performances for the next three days. The event he’s planning has to happen the day after that if it’s going to happen because they leave the very next day. 

He doesn’t want to do this, but he has to. He takes an apprehensive breath before he speaks. “Jisung, I need to talk to Chan about that thing. I wanted to let you know because I’d like to sit with him while we ride to the venue for practice,” he says gently to Jisung, voice low so it stays between them. 

Jisung opens his mouth to respond, then closes it. “Sorry, I was just reacting but I caught myself before I said something I didn’t mean. What I want to say is thank you for telling me, Min. I appreciate the warning. It’s fine, we’ll meet back up on stage.” He knocks his shoulder against Minho’s in lieu of leaning in for a kiss, which he cannot do because they’re in public. Jisung feels the anger flow through him because he wants to give his partner a kiss and fucking can’t. It’s not okay to be gay and an idol. There are maybe three out idols in the whole of South Korea. Not only are gay idols frowned upon, but idols in a relationship, too. A hetero relationship. Both are ridiculous. Idols are human, should be allowed to love who they love. Publicly. Without reservation. Instead of bowing to consumers, the entertainment companies should protect the interests of their employees, their moneymakers. But there’s nothing he can do about it. Not right now, anyway. So even though Jisung lives in his emotions, he pushes this one away. Choose your battles and all that. Instead, he focuses on not letting Minho’s secret bother him. He’s been assured it’s nothing bad, that it’s a surprise and he’ll love it. He relies on his trust in Minho despite his asshole brain trying to get him to spiral. Time for a distraction. “Lixie! You’re sitting with me, baby! My sunshine twin! Skrrrr!” he yells as they board the bus. Jisung pastes a smile on his face. It’s so thin that everyone can see through it, but nobody comments on it. Sometimes faking it is all you can do.

Jisung sees Chan and Minho sitting together, faces close as they whisper about whatever it is Minho has roped Chan into doing for this…surprise. He’s still upset about it. No, not upset. That’s not the right word. Anxious. Secrets equal bad, even when they’re good. Not knowing is scary. Trusting someone else not to hurt your heart is terrifying. And even when you trust someone, your own brain sabotages that trust until it’s eroded and the other person gets tired of telling you nothing bad is going on. And then you feel like a dick, and a crazy person, because you just can’t let it go. Your brain spins and spins, the secret expanding out like the infinite universe, until you brush up against something that distracts you a little. Or…or the secret becomes unsecret, and then you can relax. Until the next thing happens. Therapy can work, but you have to use it, do it, practice the methods they teach you. It’s exhausting. Anxiety is exhausting. For everyone. There’s so much self-hatred and self-judging. You can’t live normally because you’re constantly evaluating if what you did or said was stupid or made someone mad. And then you become hyper-vigilant about heading off the things that make you anxious so that you don’t become anxious, so you can try to control your environment. You have conversations with yourself or the air, trying to look at every situation from every angle and plan your response to anything that could possibly come up. It’s impossible. And anxiety inducing. Ha. Anxiety on top of anxiety. Awesome. Jisung is spiraling. And Felix notices.

“Sungie? What’s going on?” Felix pulls him into a hug and whispers to him, “Tell me. What’s going on in that head of yours? From the looks of it, nothing good.” Jisung tears up immediately, but tries to keep smiling. He shakes his head. Sometimes, when people are nice to you, it makes you feel worse. He does some deep breathing, taking a few moments to compose himself. 

“I’m okay, Lixie. My brain is trying to slowly murder me. Or Minho is, with this surprise. But I trust Minho, and I know he’s doing something nice for me, so I’m trying to win the argument with my brain and stop thinking about it. He said he can’t sit with me on the ride over because he needs to talk to Chan about something surprise related. It’s really fine. I can deal with this.” He looks over at Felix, who is smiling at him. 

“I know you can, Sungie. But can I hug you? I need it.” Jisung nods his head. Felix probably does need the touch. He likes it almost as much as Jisung does, but isn’t afraid to ask for it or just do it. Felix doesn’t feel like a burden when he does it. Jisung sometimes does. Deep down, Jisung knows that it’s as much for him as it is for Felix, and he appreciates that Felix doesn’t point that out, he just hugs him. Holds him close, puts his face in his neck and plants a tiny kiss there. Jisung sighs, arms tight around his friend, letting the warmth and pressure of the hug roll through his body, relaxing him, comforting him. He and Felix have talked about their need for physical touch before, and he thinks it’s a little different for him. For him, not only does the hug do something for his body, it does something for his mind, but only with Minho. With other people, it’s not as fulfilling to get a hug from them. When he touches Minho or Minho touches him, it’s world shattering, life changing, mood altering. No, really. And it’s annoying to have to depend on someone else to get something that both your brain and body tell you that you need. It’s burdensome. You’re burdensome. Ah, anxiety. Such a wonderful companion.

The pair of them stay seated together, arms around one another until they get to the venue. Minho and Chan look like they’ve finished their conversation, but Minho looks tense, but not unhappy. Jisung wonders if the surprise is worth all this. He hopes it is. Hopes he is.

Minho nods his head in thanks to Chan as he walks away, coming down the aisle of the bus to stand in front of Felix and Jisung. He stares down at Felix. Just stares. Felix smirks at him, waiting an extra second, just to piss Minho off, before he stands up and goes to Hyunjin. Jisung grins up at Minho, a soft “hi” spoken between them. Jisung loves the look on Minho’s face…like it’s lit from within, gentle, just for him. Like he’s happy to see him, be with him. And that’s exactly what it is. Minho is all those things. Jisung stands up, puts his arms around Minho’s waist and leans in to whisper in his ear, “I love you, Min.” Minho puts his arms around his shoulders, pulls him as close as he can and whispers back, “I love you, too, jagiya.” It’s safe, the bus has darkly tinted windows, so nobody can see them from the outside. Jisung sighs, some of the weight lifted off him just by virtue of Minho’s touch and words. He’s not a weak person, so he feels betrayed by his body in that it requires, craves, the touch of other people. It’s not something he can give to himself. He works on it with his therapist, making sure that he’s fulfilling what he can for himself, doing things on his own, not depending on other people for his joy. Not all of it, at least.

They all make their way off the bus and board the golf carts to be taken to the back stage area so they can regroup with staff and get ready for practice. They only have to wait a few minutes until the dancers arrive, then it’s go time. They’re getting mic’d up, battery packs in pockets, in-ears in their ears and the band and backing track playing. Then they’re on stage, running through everything as if it were a real concert, even taking time to go through the ‘ments they do a few times throughout the show. The excitement is palpable, but it’s nothing like it will be when the fans fill the venue. 

For Jisung, being on stage is being an entirely different person. He’s HAN on stage, not Jisung. HAN is confident, knows how to play with the crowd, flirt with the fans, growl out his lyrics when he needs to, or sing them in his honeyed voice if called for. HAN is not Jisung. For the longest time, they were the same person, and Jisung didn’t know how to deal with that. Didn’t know how to deal with not splitting the two, because that’s what this business requires. Sometimes, the other members got mad at him for having trouble, for not being able to figure his shit out. Eventually, he did…he needed time to grow, to age, for his brain to develop and be able to separate his real life from his stage life. Minho helped a lot. Nobody else saw Jisung like Minho did. Does. The two of them resonate on the same frequency. Understand each other like none of the others ever could. Ever will. He thinks his rebellious stage, the time it took to figure himself out and understand that he could be two different people, had to be two different people to stay sane, would have been much longer without Minho. Somehow, Min always knows what he needs, whether it’s touch or words or space. He knows. Jisung is the same for Minho. He’s his safe space. His vacation home. The place he goes when he wants to wind down.

Hours later and they’re finally done. They’re all exhausted, but it’s the kind of exhaustion that feels earned, engrained in your muscles. The kind that can’t be stretched out. They board the bus, all of them ready to get back to the hotel. Seungmin has plans to visit the massage therapist that travels with them, Chan and Changbin are going to hit the gym. Each has his own way of relaxing after a long day of work. For Minho and Jisung, it’s taking a long, hot shower together, ordering room service and watching something, laptop balanced half on each of them, in bed.

Minho can tell Jisung is in his head, not really paying attention to the show they’re watching. He pauses the show and moves the laptop to the bedside table, then turns on his side. He cups Jisung’s cheek and carefully turns his head so they’re looking at each other. “Hey,” he says when their eyes meet across the white sheets. “Whacha thinking about, jagiya?” 

“Everything. Nothing. I don’t know.” Jisung chuckles, but it’s flat. The sound is wrong. “The performance tomorrow. What I should say during it. English? Korean? A little of both, maybe. You. The surprise. How tense you seem about it. Is it worth it?” He regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. His eyes dip to the bed, not able to look Minho in the eye. A touch under his chin, gently pushing his head up so they are looking at each other again, no hiding. 

“Yes, it’s worth it. And you’ll think so, too, baby. I promise.” Minho is careful with him. Not because he’s fragile, but because he isn’t. Not like people think. There’s a core of strength in his jagi that people often miss. They only see the adorable outside. The babygirl. The Princess. The “I want to be taken care of” Jisung. Not the man who is smart as a whip, kind and generous, a ray of sunshine to everyone. The man who deals with the shit his own brain throws at him a lot, but who gets through it every damn time. No, they don’t see that guy. But he sees him. Loves him. Wants him forever. “Come here. I want to hold you.” They move together like the moon calls the waves, each his own force, but complementary to the other. Big spoon, little spoon, it doesn’t matter who is what, only that they are together. Wrapped up in each other. 

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The morning breaks bright and shiny, the blue sky over Sydney welcoming in its own kind of chaos, the air vibrating with something unseen, unknown. Concert day is always a combination of excitement and dread, of wondering what the day will bring. They’ve been performing as Stray Kids for eight years, but things still go wrong, they’re still human. 

Their eyes blink open, lashes sticking for a moment, sleep still lying heavy on their bodies. Consciousness comes slowly, like surfacing through warm water. A deep inhale of air, the slide of warm skin across Minho’s back. A soft groan wrenched from somewhere deep from the full body stretch. The rustle of the sheets is soft as he turns to face Jisung. “Morning, Min,” the sound beautiful in its raspiness. “How did you sleep, jagiya?” Minho is shocked that he didn’t wake up before Jisung. He always wakes before Jisung. The extra stress from trying to get everything ready for the surprise must be taking a larger toll on him than he realized. 

“I slept well, baby. Did you?” he asks. He loves waking up next to his Sungie. So, so much. It’s such a nice way to start the day, seeing his face first thing. He wants this forever. Even after they aren’t Stray Kids anymore. Maybe especially then. Jisung nods at him, cheek squished against the pillow. Cute. “We have to get up and get ready. Do you wanna grab food downstairs? We could have a little date,” he offers. The thoughts in his head are not so innocent, though. He’d rather have his tongue in Jisung’s mouth, hand sliding up and down his cock, teasing him until he’s hard, then going down on him until he cums in his mouth. Jisung can read him so well. He reaches down to Minho’s waist, then lower. He teases the waistband of his shorts, slips under it. Wraps his hand around it. 

“You went somewhere in your head and this happened,” he says as he nods toward where his hand currently rests. “Tell me.” His voice is deep, partially from sleep, mostly from want. Minho tells him. Jisung’s eyes get wide but his hand doesn’t move. “Oh, baby. I want that,” Jisung says in a serious tone. He slowly glides his hand up, base to tip, then back down. Further. Cupping his balls gently. Teasing them. Further. Minho squeezes his legs, trapping Jisung’s hand between them. 

Minho pounces on Jisung, lying on top of him. He looks down at his Sungie, their faces so close that their eyes are almost crossed trying to see each other. So fucking cute. Pretty. Beautiful. Mine. “I’m so glad you’re mine,” he says out loud, then takes his lips in a kiss. Forget their morning breath. It doesn’t matter. The connection is everything. Teeth clacking, tongues swirling. It’s sensual, sexual, a fucking song in motion. He doesn’t know. All he knows is the man beneath him. “Naked. Sungie, Get naked. Please.” He’s begging. He can hear his own voice. The pleading tone. The need. “Wanna make you feel good, baby.” Jisung’s face splits into a smile so radiant, so big, his eyes are squeezed close with the force of it. He knows it’s not just about the physicality of “feeling good.” It’s about the sheer intimacy, the bigness of it. Maybe it’s inexplicable. Maybe it’s just them. 

 “Anything, Min. Anything.” The need to please, to comply, to be good is nearly overwhelming. He strips and lays back on the bed, arms open, welcoming his love. His lover. His everything. He knows this is just for him, that there won’t be any reciprocation expected or wanted. That’s just how Minho is. Sometimes he only wants to give. It’s not tit for tat. Never. Because love is so much more than that.  

Minho is back on him in the space of a zeptosecond. The idea flashes inside Jisung’s head and makes him giggle a little. He’s such a nerd for knowing that a zeptosecond is the smallest interval of time ever actually measured in experiments. Minho stops for a moment, wondering why he laughed, then decides he really doesn’t give a shit. He has work to do. His lips find heart-shaped ones, and that’s all he needs. He licks across them, between them as they open for him. His hands are everywhere, rubbing, pinching down his body. Their hips are rolling against each other, Jisung seeking friction, Minho aching to offer it. “Use me, baby,” he says in that distinctly Minho voice. Jisung’s hips lift so he can rub hardness against hardness. He keens high in the back of his throat, then whispers Minho’s name like a prayer. “I need you in my mouth, jagi.” Jisung thinks he nods his head, then stops caring when he feels Minho slide down his body, hand wrapped around where he’s on fire, aching. “You’re making a mess, Sungie. Look at you, my good boy, so wet for me.” Jisung moans, his hands finding Minho’s hair, tangling in the dark strands. Minho grips him tightly, the head of him poking out the top of his fist. He licks over it, cleaning him with his tongue, making his hips buck with pleasure. He licks and licks, kitten licks at the slit, aggressive licks with a flat tongue, all making Jisung lose his mind. His hips haven’t stopped moving.  

“Minho, please. Hyung. Hyunghyunghyunghyung. I need your mouth…in your mouth. Wanna cum, Min.” He’s whining, almost sobbing with his need. Eyes shut tight, mouth almost in a grimace. Minho removes his hand, replacing it with his mouth, taking Jisung to the base in one go. His hand finds its way back between his legs, so, so gently rolling his balls with it, then moving up to tweak a nipple. The sounds this boy makes under him are going to be his undoing. Minho is strong. Fit. A beast. It’s easy for him to sit on his knees and hold himself with his core so he’s got one hand playing over Jisung’s chest and in his hair, the other spreading him open so he can tease Jisung’s rim, all while keeping Jisung in his mouth. He runs his thumb through the spit that’s pooled around the base of Jisung’s dick and circles his rim with it, making sure there’s enough so it’s wet, the glide easy. Maddening. Pinches his nipple hard. He can tell he’s close, doesn’t need the warning or the words. “Please, Minho. Please,” Jisung whimpers out. “Please.” There’s nothing Minho won’t do for him. He hollows his cheeks and moves his head faster, mouth tighter around him. Fingers moving over his chest, pinching, shaping the flesh there. The other hand on the cusp of breaching his rim, but not quite. His hips are losing their rhythm, voice higher and higher. “Oh fuck, Min. Don’t stop,” he screams as he cums. Hard. Minho doesn’t stop, wanting to pull every single sound out of his baby that he can. They’re beautiful. A melody just for him.  

He’s so zoned out that he doesn’t register himself being pulled gently off Jisung and wrangled so he’s lying flat on the bed. “Min? Jagiya.” Jisung is looking down at him, then he’s closer, kissing him. He moans at the taste of himself in Minho’s mouth. “I love that,” he says, assuming Minho will know what he’s talking about. He kisses him again, then pulls away, lifting himself up so he can properly see him. “I want to Min. Can I?” He knows this wasn’t Minho’s plan. Sometimes Min just likes to get him off and wait til much later or sometime in the next few days to get off. Sometimes it’s not that at all. Minho shakes his head, avoiding his gaze, like it’s almost too much to process that he’s wanted the way he is. And sometimes it is. Just because Minho isn’t as outwardly emotive as others doesn’t mean he doesn’t have emotions. He’s not cold. In fact, he feels a great deal. Much more than people think. He needs more time than the average person to identify and deal with his emotions because he feels them so much. “Okay, jagiya,” Jisung says, his expression loving and understanding without being patronizing. “Later, then,” he says with promise. “After the concert. I’m gonna want you inside me. But before that, I get to play. Right?” Minho nods his head.  

“I’m so lucky, Jisung. That you’re mine.” He truly doesn’t know what he did to deserve this amazing, gorgeous man.  

The concert is today and they need to get ready, get fed and get to the venue. They get off the bed at the same time, Jisung still sublimely naked, Minho hard in his shorts. It’s difficult to not grab the lube and fuck Jisung right there, over the arm of the chair. But he doesn’t. He’s not an animal, not (usually) ruled by instinct, therefore he will wait. Minho’s phone rings just as they’re walking into the bathroom. He goes to answer it, looks at who it is and turns to Jisung to tell him he’ll be there in a few minutes.  

Jisung continues into the restroom, pees, then turns the water on to brush his teeth. When he turns it off he can hear Minho still on the phone. “No, I haven’t told him yet. It’s going to be fine, he’ll understand. You’ll be here, right? I know he’d want you here.” He doesn’t have any idea what Minho’s talking about or who he’s talking to, but the words make him uncomfortable.  

“Who was that?” he asks as he comes out of the bathroom. Minho opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. His cheeks flush and his eyes slide to the side, as if he’s unsure how to answer.  

“One of the dancers?” 

“You sound unsure, Min. Was it one of the dancers?” Jisung pushes, worried now that he’s not being honest with him.  

“No. It wasn’t. I’m sorry. I froze and didn’t know what to say. But I don’t want to tell you who it was because it might give away the surprise,” he says, a small smile curving his lips when he thinks about the surprise and how much he’s looking forward to Jisung’s reaction. “Baby,” he says to Jisung, “I swear on my mother that it is nothing bad. I need you to trust me for a few more days. The day after our last concert you’ll know everything.” Jisung stares at him, as if weighing his responses, trying to decide how to answer. He nods. That’s the only thing he can come up with that doesn’t involve begging, yelling or crying. He hates this. They both do, but Minho is secure in his knowledge that his jagi will love the surprise. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done it this way, Sungie. I just thought…I dunno. I don’t want to give it away, but you already know what it is. If you think about it, you can figure it out. That’s how I know you’re going to love it.” Minho sighs. “If you really want me to tell you now, I will. I…I just think you’ll like the surprise even better.”  

“Okay. But no more surprises. Ever,” Jisung says jokingly. Kinda.  

“Scouts honor,” Minho says as he raises three fingers next to his head. Jisung bursts out laughing. 

“You’re such an asshole! You were never a scout!” That was exactly why he said what he said. He knew he could get his jagi laughing over something stupid, the anxiety overridden by silliness.  

“Let’s finish getting ready. I’m sure we’ll be hearing from Channie-hyung if we don’t get our asses downstairs on time.”  

This time, they’re actually on time when they get to the hotel lobby to join the group.  

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The eight of them get to the venue a couple hours before they have to be on stage. They need the time to change into their clothes for the pre-concert stuff, get their monitoring equipment situated and get in the right head space to perform. There’s also all the silly stuff they like to record for SKZ-Talker and other digital content, like dance challenges.  

It’s five minutes to VIP Sound Check and Jisung and Minho are nowhere to be found. A manager has been looking for them for the past fifteen minutes. The members aren’t helping: Chan and Hyunjin are doing an English word pronunciation game for content, I.N and Changbin are having a quick snack before they go on stage and the others are playing on their phones. Suddenly, Chan hears whispering from the corner of the room telling him to practice English more. He looks toward the sound, and between two black curtains he sees Minho and Jisung standing there watching him. “Found ‘em!” he yells to the manager, who comes right over to collect them, annoyed look on his face. The two men look at each other and start laughing. They’ve been standing there, not exactly hidden but not out in the open either, for probably 30 minutes, watching Chan try (and fail) to say “onion” so the game recognizes it, and talking to each other about whatever they talk about.  

“Let’s go, everyone!” Chan says, indicating they need to line up for their entrance to the stage. The crowd is fairly small compared to what it will be in a couple hours: three pit sections each near half full and about ten rows of floor seating. But man, the crowd is loud! They do their greeting, Chan says a few words then they start the first of their three soundcheck songs. The energy from the crowd is like kids on sugar. High, happy and chaotic. Every single person is singing along to the songs, with some people even having learned the Korean words. Jisung takes it all in, looking at the pure joy on the faces of the fans and the same reflected on the faces of the members. This is where we belong. On stage. He never wants this to end. This part, where he gets to perform, let loose. 

Once they’ve finished the songs, they get ready to leave, promising the fans that they’ll be back soon. They file off stage and are directed back to the rooms they were in before, so they can get dressed in the first of their stage costumes and make-up applied. They’ll also grab food if they want it, rest while they’re able, and then do their stretches so they don’t get hurt during the concert. Jisung is intent on not thinking about anything but the upcoming concert, putting his mental energy into planning for that instead of worrying about Minho’s surprise.  

Time flies by quickly and it’s time for the concert. They’ve gotten into formation behind the moving riser, Minho and Jisung next to each other, then Changbin, I.N, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin and, finally, Chan in the line. They climb the steps in unison and move to stand on the elevated piece of stage. The energy from the crowd is alive, breathing and swelling, moving as one. The anticipation crackles through the air. Felix yells “ARE YOU READY!!!” over the music and the crowd answers, screaming, an almost physical wave of sound traveling through the air, rumbling toward them like distant thunder. The next almost three hours are a beautiful exchange of vulnerability and joy, sweat, sound and instinct between Stray Kids and Stay. There’s no thinking about three days from now, or even three hours from now. It’s just 40,000 people and eight young men, passing adoration and devotion back and forth between them.  

The concert ends, the boys having done an extra encore tonight because they wanted to and Chan didn’t say no. Star Lost is a fan favorite and also a favorite for the boys. When it’s time to actually leave the fans, it’s hard. Really hard. Even though they’re all exhausted, hungry and have to pee, leaving this enormous source of happiness, acceptance and love is difficult. They gain so much from performing, from their fans. It’s a huge ego boost to have all these people cheering for them. Being vocal about their love for Stray Kids and letting the boys know how much they mean to them. So many Stay have told them how Stray Kids saved their lives. The fans may not know it, but they saved Stray Kids, too. Sometimes it’s hard for people to remember, but each of these precious men is a human being with feelings, desires, bruises on their souls that need healing and nurturing. And for the most part they get those things from their fans. Sure, there are times when the fans do stupid things that piss the boys off. Chan, especially, isn’t afraid to call out the fandom on Bubble. As he should. But more often than not, the boys get a lot of love from their fandom.  

When they get back to the hotel, the boys go off and do their normal routines, whether that’s exercise, eating or taking a shower and going to sleep. When Jisung and Minho get to their room, they’re both tired and hungry. They immediately order room service, knowing it can take time to get to them, then jump in the shower together. It’s not a sexy shower this time. For whatever reason, the mood has changed and neither of them feels interested in being physically intimate anymore. Jisung feels…something about it, but he can’t determine what. Maybe a missed opportunity? He’s not sure, but he’s not going to make a big deal about it. He’s fine just eating and going to bed. He’ll definitely ask for cuddles and Minho will give them to him. He likes cuddles as much as Jisung does, he just doesn't need them as much.  

“You okay, jagi?” Jisung asks him as they’re laying in bed, snuggled close. Minho has Jisung pulled over his chest so he can rub his back. They’re not wearing shirts because skin on skin is always better, and Jisung gets so much more out of it.  

“I'm good, baby. Just really tired.” Minho kisses the top of Jisung's head. “I'm sorry about tonight. I know you wanted sex-” 

Jisung interrupts him. “I did. I do. But it's really fine. I was in my head a bit about it, but it's not a big deal.” He raises his head so he's looking at Minho. His eyes flick down to his lips. An idea pops into his head. “Min? Can we try something? I am kinda horny again, now that we're talking about it.” He chuckles at himself, thinking how weird the human mind and body are and how just one small thought can wiggle its way in and boom! You're horny.  

“Mmm? What did you have in mind, baby?” Minho asks, interest piqued.  

“Um. Well, um, one, can I jerk off next to you? Would that make you uncomfortable?” He knows he's blushing, but he can't get this thought out of his head, and he needs to know if Min is okay with this.  

“Awww, look at my pretty baby getting all red because he wants me to watch him touch himself,” Minho coos at him. “I don't mind at all, my sweet boy.” Jisung's face flushes impossibly darker.  

“There's more, Min.” Jisung can't meet his eyes when he asks for what he really wants. “Um, W-would you want to touch me at all while I do it? Just the top part of me, I mean.” If he's being honest, Minho feels himself getting turned on by the conversation and the thought of Jisung pleasuring himself right next to him.  

“Why so shy, baby? We've done all sorts of stuff together. This isn't much different.” 

Jisung gnaws his lip before he answers. “Because I've never jerked off in front of you. It's always us doing stuff together, and usually you're in charge and I do what you say. If I'm horny outside that, I take care of myself in private. It's just…different. I dunno.” He turns his gaze to Minho's face and he can see the pleading in it. The embarrassment he feels at asking.

“Baby, I love that you want this. That you're including me. It's hot. And getting me hot, to tell you the truth. I'll touch you, sexy. Just your pretty chest?” Jisung nods. Flips onto his back. Minho starts kissing his neck while Jisung shoves his hand down his pants. He moans. He isn't wearing underwear, so the touch to hot velvety skin is instantaneous. The kisses at his neck continue, turning into small bites every now and then. Carefully, though. They try not to mark each other where it can be seen and would have to be covered, especially when they’re touring. Fans notice everything. Even if it’s something innocent like physio work, people still make it into something it’s not. So, it’s better to not even open that door.

“More, Min. Scratches, please,” Jisung demands in a voice gone raspy. Minho knows how Jisung likes to be scratched. Hard. He wants to see the evidence of it in the red lines down his sides when he looks at himself in the mirror later. Minho rakes his nails down Jisung’s sides while he watches Jisung’s hand working up and down under the thin fabric of his pants. 

“Take your pants off, baby. I want to see you,” Min says softly. “I want to watch you touch yourself.” Jisung’s hand stops as he turns his head to look at Minho.

“Y-you do? Really?” he stutters out. “I-I thought you’d think it was weird. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” Jisung laughs. “I’m so dumb sometimes.” 

“Jisung, I’m a freak in the bedroom. You know this. You’re a freak, too, baby. Why in the world would you ever think I would be uncomfortable with this?” He chuckles. “You’re silly sometimes. Shy, too. Never dumb, though. You’re the smartest person I know, Jisung. I’m serious.” He hates when Jisung is self-deprecating. Jisung flips over, carefully. He’s not trying to lose a dick in the process. He presses a quick kiss to Minho’s lips, “Thanks, Min.” He’s grinning when he turns back over. 

Jisung scoots to the end of the bed and stands up. His back is to Minho. He looks over his shoulder, round eyes locked to cat eyes. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and pulls one side down so it rests under the curve of his plump ass, holding the other side in place. Minho wants to touch, but he’s too far away, and that wasn’t part of the agreement. Instead, he stays where he is. “Keep going, baby. Let me see it all.” Jisung drops the other side, the pants big enough that they drop to the floor, pooling around his feet. “You’re so beautiful, Sungie,” Minho whispers, gaze drawn to Jisung’s ass. Jisung wiggles, smile breaking over his face as he hears the inhale from the man sitting on the bed. 

He’s being silly, but he’s having fun. “You like this, Min?” he asks. Minho hums in response. Jisung is feeling empowered, loving the feeling of his man watching him, looking at him, appreciating the body that he works hard for. He bends at the waist, glancing again over his shoulder to see Minho. When he sees the look on Minho’s face, he stops. Stands up straight. Walks over to him, completely naked. Minho.exe has stopped functioning. He leans down to peer at him, snapping his fingers in front of Minho’s face. “Min? You okay in there?” He giggles again, thinking that he will definitely do this little show again if this is the response he gets from his boyfriend. Because holy shit, Minho might actually be drooling. Minho suddenly snaps out of it, blinking at least ten times before he looks at Jisung’s face. 

“You. Are. Dangerous, Han Jisung,” Minho says. “That ass should be illegal, baby.” Jisung giggles again. He’s so enjoying this whole exchange. It feels good, natural. Sex should be fun sometimes. Minho snakes an arm around Jisung’s waist, pulling him closer. The hand attached to said arm is now rubbing over his left cheek, then a smack. “Do you know what you do to me, baby? Feel.” He brings Jisung closer to him and puts his hand to the bulge in his sleep pants. “That. That’s what you do. You’re so fucking sexy. So pretty. Such a good boy for me,” Minho praises. Jisung keens, closing his eyes at the words and swaying a little where he stands. 

“Min.” 

“I know, baby. Come here,” he says as he pats the bed next to him. “Lie with me and let’s do this. I wanna see you cum.” Jisung gets back on the bed, giving into the need to kiss him. The first kiss is fairly chaste, his lips lingering on Minho’s for a little longer than is necessary. The next kiss is hot and filthy. Wet. Messy. Tongues tangling, dueling. When Jisung separates from Minho, there’s a string of spit connecting them and his lips are slick. “Sungie.” Minho pats the bed again. Jisung lies down so Minho has access to his chest. He kisses down the column of Jisung’s neck, bringing his hands to his pecs to shape and pinch before padding down to his nipples to flick one then the other. Jisung has his hand wrapped around his cock, gathering moisture from the tip to spread down, to use as fucks into his fist. “You look so pretty touching your cock, baby,” Minho groans into his ear, eyes never leaving Jisung’s moving hips. “Do you like this? Is it what you wanted, Jisung?” Minho’s voice has a tad of authority in it, Jisung hears it, answers him. 

“Yes. Exactly what I wanted. It’s so good. Am I good, Min? Tell me. Please,” he whines out, his hand tightening around himself. 

“Yes, Sungie. You’re a good boy. Good for me. So pretty and good. Keep going. Make yourself feel good.”  He can’t stop watching his boyfriend get himself off while he plays with his tits. Scratches his chest again, pinches his nipples, listening for the telltale signs that Jisung is getting close to release. He whispers more filth into Jisung’s ear, hearing him moan at the words. 

“Mi-Min. Minho. Please,” the words are high pitched, shot out of his mouth at a staccato pace. “Wanna cum, Min. Can I? Please?” The last word is slurred out, stretched out, so much so that it’s barely recognizable as language. 

“No. You can’t cum yet. You can only cum when I come. Touch me, Sungie. Want your hand on me, baby.” Minho is so fucking turned on from watching Jisung jerking off next to him. Jisung adjusts so he has one hand on himself and the other nearing Minho. Minho pushes his pants down so Jisung can touch him. He drizzles lube over his dick, making them both moan, and again when Jisung touches him. “Fuck,” Minho grunts out the moment his hand touches him. “Tighter, baby. Make it hurt a little.” Jisung can only nod, focused on keeping both hands moving, maintaining the pleasure for both of them. 

“Minho, please,” Jisung begs him, looking up at him, trying to use his eyes to convince Minho to let him cum. Minho looks down at him and feels something snap. 

“I’m close, Sungie. Just a little more, baby, then you can cum. Can you be good for a little while longer?” Jisung lets out a low whimper, but nods his head. Words are beyond him right now. Minho feels crazy, like the only thing he can think about is Jisung’s hand around his cock, the up and down, the slick slide from the lube. “Just like that. Oh, fuck. Jisung. Yeah, keep going, baby.” The words spill out of Minho as he gets closer and closer. “I – You can cum, pretty.” At those words, Minho yells out and cums over Jisung’s hand, some landing on his own stomach. Jisung keeps up the pressure on himself, spilling over his own hand a few seconds later, loud, with Minho’s name on his lips. He strokes them both through their orgasms, slowing down, then stopping. He sits up and straddles Minho, not caring that he’s sitting in a pool of Minho’s release and smearing his own all over himself. 

“That was fucking hot, Min,” he says, looking down from where he’s sitting on Minho’s thighs. “You liked it, right?” He needs to hear the words that Minho liked it. Needs to know for sure. Minho pulls him down, both arms around him, nuzzling into Jisung’s neck. 

“It was perfect. You were perfect. I loved it, Sungie,” he tells Jisung. “Let’s get cleaned up, okay?” Jisung nods and climbs off him, waiting by the bed until Minho gets up so they can walk to the bathroom together. 

After their quick shower, it’s time for sleep. They have a show to do tomorrow, so rest is imperative. They sleep tangled in each other’s arms, warm and secure. Satiated and in love.

The next two days are pretty much like the first. The concerts are amazing, the energy exchange between them and the fans grows better each day. Just like during the first show in Sydney, the next two shows are no different for them: they are often off in their own world, playing with each other, talking and laughing, only half way paying attention to what’s going on around them. But somehow still able to know when someone asks them a question or says something they need to respond to. They know fans are taking video of them at every moment, so they do need to be cognizant of what they’re doing so they don’t go too far. So they don’t do something that can’t be explained away as fanservice. When they have down time, they like to go through the fan made videos, the “Minsung” of it all and see what people recorded and how they’re spinning it. It can be fun. Especially when people see the truth of them. When people say the things that Minho and Jisung can’t say, no matter how much they want to. That they are a couple. That they are in love. That they are romantically involved. That Minsung is real. It’s a thrill to be seen, to be perceived. Walking that line can be difficult, especially when they’re on stage and the energy from the crowd has them hyped, almost feeling high. And when they’re in countries that are much more accepting of the LGBTQIA+ community, they’re even more free on stage, doing things that would get them in trouble in their own conservative country. Though people are coming around there, it's still not great. They both still have to do their military service, and gay folks aren’t exactly welcomed or treated well, so being out-out could be dangerous. Maybe after that. Maybe if Stray Kids is still as big as they are now, coming out would be okay. But for now, it has to stay like it is. Hiding in plain sight. 

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It’s the last encore of the final performance and Jisung is nervous. He’s tried not to think about what this means, that something is coming tomorrow and he doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t want to ruin the last concert for the fans. He’s trying his best to ignore it. Minho notices that he’s a little off and throws his arm around him, hoping that it helps him relax a little. News flash, it doesn’t. But Jisung smiles through it anyway, the consummate professional that he is. He will do his job and he will do it well. And he’s going to kill Minho for doing this to him. As soon as they’re off stage, Minho is beside him. “Are you okay, Sungie? You were acting kinda weird,” he says, watching his face closely. 

“I’m fine, Min. Okay, I’m not fine, but you know why. It’s okay, I understand, I’m just trying not to think about it.” Jisung continues rambling until Minho puts his finger over his mouth. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be over soon, and you won’t have to think about it anymore.” His words are quiet, meant just for Jisung. He has a soft, fond look on his face, his eyes slightly crinkled from his smile. Minho is excited for tomorrow even if Jisung can’t be. They see the rest of the guys walk off the stage into the area they’re currently standing in. 

“Guys! Come over here for a second, please,” Chan says to all of them. “Tomorrow we have one more performance. It’s the surprise Minho has been planning. We’re all part of it.” There’s some mumbling at the announcement, but nobody voices any questions. They all already knew there was some kind of surprise and that they’d be part of it somehow, but that’s all they know. Chan continues, “It’s at 6pm. We’ll take the buses there. It’s about a 30 minute drive from the hotel. We’ll eat a snack before we get ready. We’ll have costumes and makeup done here as well, then we’ll be on our way. After the performance, we’ll eat a meal there.Let’s meet in the lobby at 3:30pm to get ready. Oh, and each of you, except Jisung and Minho, come and see me for a second. I need to tell you something about the surprise.” They all nod or somehow indicate they’ve heard him and know what’s happening the next day. After Chan is done, they break up to ride the golf carts back to the rooms where they can change and get ready to go back to the hotel.

When everyone is ready to go, they climb the steps into the bus. Minho and Chan are the last to get on, and Jisung is wondering where he is, but he still saves the seat next to him. Everyone else is seated by the time they get onto the bus. Minho walks directly to sit next to Jisung and Jisung takes a deep breath when he sits down next to him and grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. They lean toward each other, exchanging a peck and then sitting back in their seats, hands still together. “You ready for tomorrow, pretty?” Minho asks Jisung quietly. Jisung nods, eyes a little glassy. 

“I’m okay, Min, just nervous about it. I don’t know what’s coming, what to expect, so it makes me nervous. I kinda just want to shower, eat and go to sleep,” he responds. “Can we?”

“Of course, baby. We can do whatever you want.” He turns so he’s sitting up against the back rest of the seat and pats his shoulder. “You can lean on me if you want to take a nap on the way back to the hotel.” Jisung nods and puts his head down, closing his eyes. Even if he isn’t sleeping it feels good to be this close. When they get back to the hotel they do exactly what Jisung said he wanted to do. Some of the other guys are going to do a live, but the two of them aren’t. Jisung doesn’t feel like it and Minho is staying with his baby. After their shower and their meal, they get in bed and snuggle for a while before they fall asleep. Jisung is thankful that three concerts in a row have him completely worn out or he suspects he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep so easily, or maybe at all. 

They wake up the following morning, both feeling refreshed since they went to bed pretty early (for them, anyway) the night before. Jisung is crushed up against Minho, wrapped in his arms. It’s his favorite way to wake up, surrounded by Minho. “Good morning, Min,” Jisung says in his sleep-drenched voice. He’s pulled in closer by strong arms and a muffled “Morning, baby.” He smiles at the sound of his sleepy kitty. They lay in bed for a bit longer, then drag their phones out to see if anything new is in the group chat. They find members asking who wants to get breakfast, but that was 45 minutes ago, so they’re too late. Neither of them minds. They’re happy to go on their own and get food. It’s late enough now that they’ll have lunch instead of breakfast. “Let’s get up and go find food, Min. I’m hungry,” Jisung says, face still smushed against Minho. Minho nods, then pushes Jisung off him so he can get up. “Hey!” Jisung yells. Minho giggles and looks at him with big eyes, smiles at him. “Fine,” Jisung huffs. They get dressed, find a manager and are on their way out the door in less than an hour. They find a sushi place to eat. The manager gets his own table close to theirs, but far enough away that they get some privacy. When they’re done, they walk back to the hotel and go back to their room. They still have a while before 3:30pm, so they shuck their clothes, left wearing just their underwear and get back in bed to snuggle and watch some more episodes of the show they’re watching. Jisung has his head resting on Minho’s pec, the laptop sitting on Minho, angled so they both can see. It’s so warm and he’s so comfortable, Jisung falls asleep. Next thing he knows, Minho is saying his name and running his hand up his side to wake him from his nap. 

“Sungie, we need to go down and get dressed. It’s time to get ready for your surprise,” Minho says softly, fondly. He’s excited. So excited. And hopes that Jisung will love and accept the surprise. It’s a big deal. Life-altering. 

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When they pull up to Chan’s parents’ house it almost looks deserted, except for the 4 white vans parked at the furthest point of the drive way, nearest the fenced back yard. They go in through the front door and Chan’s parents are there to greet them. They get hugs and “how are you’s” and “it’s so good to see you’s.” Then they’re directed to follow them through the house, out to the backyard…where there’s a huge white tent, taking up a good portion of the yard. Over to the right, by the small pond, there are chairs with green covers, tied with pink bows. There’s a pink runner down the aisle between the two sections of chairs. At the end of the aisle stands a simple wooden structure, overrun with pink and white flowers with green vines and ribbons. Fairy lights are woven throughout, giving a soft, warm glow to the already beautiful ambiance. Minho is watching Jisung try to figure out what kind of performance this is. The look on his face when he sees the parents of each of the members standing on each side of the aisle is one of absolute confusion. Especially when his eyes fall on his own parents. And his brother. All at the front of the seating. And Minho’s parents at the front, on the other side. Light sparkles in their eyes as they look at him. And he still doesn’t know why. Doesn’t understand what’s going on. Until he does.  

“Oh my fucking god, Minho.” Tears threaten to spill over as he realizes. He looks around, trying to find the other guys, but they’re nowhere to be seen. Minho holds out his hand, waits for Jisung to take it. They’re both trembling.  

“Let’s go inside, baby. I want to talk to you for a minute,” Minho says gently. They walk, hands clasped, back the way they came, passing through the door, then a hall, into a bedroom, where they’re clearly meant to be. “Do you understand now, Sungie? This is what we talked about all those months ago, all the things we planned that night after noraebang. When we found out we were coming to Australia for our tour, I knew this was our chance and I wanted to take it. So I’ve been planning this for almost a year. The venue it was supposed to take place in had a flood and there were no other places to do it. I knew if we didn’t do it now, it would be a long, long time until we could. I didn’t, don’t, want to wait any more. We can’t do it at home, but we can do it here, in Australia. Chan helped me - he asked his parents if we could have it here, if they would find the celebrant. He got our costumers to make our outfits according to the drawings I gave them not long after you and I talked about what we’d want. Chan’s parents helped get all our parents here and in hotels. The planners I hired did all the rest of it - the tent, the food, the seats, the plates, napkins, the band and the DJ.” 

Jisung is floored. He can’t believe the care and thought Minho put into this. For him. For them. It’s something they’ve talked about, wanted for so long. “I don’t know what to say, Min. I feel terrible for being such a crazy person about this, now that I know what it is.”  

Minho shakes his head, brushing away Jisung’s concerns about his behavior. “I didn’t handle it right, Sung. I mistakenly thought it would go off without a hitch, and I guess if it had, it would have been a real surprise, but…well, it didn’t and I made a mess of it.”  

“Oh, um, Felix handed me this, told me not to open it until I saw you in private.” Jisung shows him a sealed envelope. Tilts his head, “Can I open it, Min?” Minho grins and nods, looking forward to the expression he knows will be on Jisung’s face when he sees what’s in it. Jisung carefully opens the envelope and takes out what’s inside. It’s a folded piece of paper with a small heart scribbled on the outside corner, with the initials LM and HJ inside it. His head jerks up, shock written in his features. “You - you kept this.” Minho nods again, his face serious, fond. Cue the tears falling down Jisung’s cheeks. “I can’t believe you kept this. I can’t believe you did all this. I can’t believe you want me. Forever. I love you so much, jagi. So much.” 

Minho chuckles. “Of course I kept it. They’re your half of the wedding vows we wrote that night. That night was so special to me. It was the first time we talked about marriage, how much we wanted it and we planned it all out. Remember we stayed up until the sun was up talking about what we wanted to do?” Jisung nods, smiling as he remembers the night. “When I got up the next day, I wrote down everything. I sketched designs for our wedding outfits, the cake you said you wanted, the colors, the flowers, everything. I knew we’d do this someday, and I wanted it to be perfect when we did. And now we are…if you want to.” Now Minho is a little anxious. What if Jisung doesn’t want to get married right now? What if Minho did it wrong? What if. What if. What if. He feels ill. Like the room is spinning and he’s about to fall off the face of the earth. Hands grab him, steady him. He hears something that sounds like his name being said over and over. Feels lips feathering over his own.  

“Minho. Jagiya, can you look at me? Min?” Jisung is panicking. He’s never seen Minho like this, looking like he’s about to faint. “Fuck. Sit down, baby. I’m going to get Chan.” Jisung turns to walk out of the room, but is stopped by a strong arm around his waist. Holding him there, making him stop. 

“I’m okay. I just need to know. Do you want to marry me now? It’s okay if you say no. I don’t want you to d-” 

“Shut the fuck up, Min. Yes, I want to marry you. Are you insane? How could I ever say no?” Jisung has pulled Minho up and they’re standing, facing each other. “I want this. Now. Can we do it right now? Oh, my god. Please???” Jisung is giggling, vibrating with nerves and excitement and…everything. Bouncing on his feet, waiting for Minho’s answer.  

“Let’s go, baby. Let’s get married.” He takes his hand and pulls him toward the door, then stops short. “Holy fuck. We’re getting married.” He looks down at him, at his future, his world. “I love you, Han Jisung.”  

Minho takes out his phone and sends the text he had pre-written to Chan. At the time, he hoped he wasn’t jinxing anything, but now he knows he didn’t.  

To Chan: Let’s gooooo!

They walk out of the room together, holding hands, smiles on their faces, down the hall and back outside. The atmosphere has shifted. They see their six best friends at the far end of the aisle, waiting for them. Chan, Felix and Hyunjin on one side; Seungmin, Jeongin and Changbin on the other. Each of the men has a slightly different suit on. Much like their stage costumes, there is an overarching color scheme but with individual embellishments. All of the suits are black, each one decorated with its own pattern of 11 constellations. When the eight are together, they represent all of the recognized constellations in the galaxy. The stars on Jisung’s and Minho’s suits are split, so that when they stand together, the constellations, made from Swarovski crystals, are complete. The suits for Jisung, Chan, Felix and Hyunjin have stones that flash gold when the light hits them; the suits for Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin and Changbin have stones that reflect silver. Sun and moon, Yin and Yang, summer and winter. 

The celebrant is standing off to the side, ready to do their part when it’s time. In the background, Youtiful is being played on a harp. The sun is setting, the sky a beautiful dark blue shot through with pink. There are tiny lights on the back of every chair and on either side of the aisle runner, as if lighting the way to their future.  

Minho looks behind Jisung, making eye contact with someone and smiling shyly at them. Jisung turns to see who it is and nearly bursts into tears when he sees his parents walking towards him. Minho’s are behind them. They hug and say a few words to each other, knowing they’ll have time to talk after the ceremony. Minho nods to Chan and the music changes to a beautiful rendition of Cinema, played by the band. With his mom and dad on either side of him, Minho starts his walk up the aisle, turning his head back to Jisung to mouth, “I’ll see you up there.” Jisung nods bravely, knowing his face shows every shred of nervousness and happiness. He looks at his parents, the question burning in his throat. “How long have you known about this?” His voice is a squeak. His mom shushes him and tells him they’ll talk about all that later. Right now they just want to hold their son, their baby, who is about to walk up the aisle and marry the man of his dreams.  

Someone hands Jisung a small bouquet of cosmos and aster flowers with green vines. He feels hands on the backs of his shoulders and hears words in his ears, but he can’t make them out. He looks behind him to find an assistant attaching a gorgeous hand-made piece of lace fabric to the decorative buttons on his suit, making it look like he’s almost wearing a train. He knows he’ll need to look more closely, but he can see how much thought and work went into this. There are tiny HAN Quokkas and Leebits woven in. Oh! There’s a Wolf Chan. He picks out all the SKZOO characters, and continues to find new things every time he looks. There’s his name and Minho’s in the center of it. Song names. A few lyrics that are special to the two men. Dinosaurs. A cheetah. Soonie, Doongie and Dori’s sweet faces. All those things and more…things only true friends would know to add. It’s dyed in a gradient, where the top is black and the bottom is the palest baby pink he’s ever seen. It has metallic green threads randomly placed, and he thinks it might be the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen. He knows that Hyunjin had a hand in designing it, and that they’ll treasure it forever.  

Finally, it’s his turn to walk. Before he does, he looks around, taking it all in. There’s a photographer and videographer, but he wants to remember it through his own eyes. This surprise that he never saw coming but should have. So he stands there, turning his head from left to right. He sees the friends and family who are seated in the audience. His chosen family standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for him to join them. His birth family beside him. He notices how the suit feels on him, the weight of the train behind him. The warm Australia air, slight breeze raising the ends of his hair, ruffling through his eyelashes. Hears the music ushering him up the aisle, his own song, Hold My Hand, reimagined into something slow, something he can hear pieces of Chan and Changbin in. He thought he knew what it felt like to be loved fully. But this…this is the pinnacle. Each piece of this fills a space he didn’t know needed filling. Completes him in a way he could never have imagined. And the last piece? His Minho. He’s waiting for him, bunny teeth on full display because he can’t stop smiling, hand stretched out toward him like he’s waiting to feel Jisung’s in his, the ring in his other hand ready to be placed on a finger that will never be without it. It’s…perfect. Jisung takes a deep breath and starts up the aisle, walking into their future.  

The wedding ceremony is beautiful, full of love and hope, with each of the other six members having a part in it. Minho and Chan had been working on this for months, whenever they had free time, which wasn’t often. When the celebrant announces they are legally married, husband and husband, the cheering from the small crowd is thunderous. When it’s time to kiss, they meet in the middle, arms around each other, smiling into the kiss. Then they’re hand in hand, walking back down the aisle, back into the house, back into the room they were in earlier, a few moments of privacy needed.  

Jisung is literally vibrating with happiness. Minho hasn’t stopped smiling. “Min. You were right,” Jisung whispers. “The surprise was worth it. All of it. You’re so amazing. I know I’ll probably say this a million more times tonight. I love you so much.” He leans in to kiss him. “So much. I can’t believe you’re actually mine. Like legally mine.” Minho deepens the kiss, arms snaking around his husband, pulling him close. His hands sliding down Jisung’s back until he reaches his ass. Cups it. Squeezes it. Slaps it.  

“Mine.” 

“Yours, jagiya. All yours.” Jisung’s hands reach around to mirror Minho’s. “This is mine later, right, sexy? You promised.” Okay, he might be whining *just* a little. Minho can only nod. Jisung brings a hand around and lays it over the front of Minho’s pants, feeling his body respond. He gives it a little attention. “I swear, if we weren’t at Chan’s parents house and there weren’t people waiting for us to come out, I’d drop to my knees and suck you off. God, I’m fucking horny. Always. Only for you, Min.”  

It takes everything Minho has not to push Jisung down to kneel in front of him. “Fuck. Let’s leave.” He’s half joking. Instead, he grabs Jisung's hand and leads him out to the tent, where all their friends and families are waiting for them. The clapping starts as soon as they cross the threshold, hoots and shouts echoing across the space. Jisung's steps slow, then stop. Minho takes another couple steps, then feels the resistance and stops. Looks back to see what's going on. What he sees would freeze him in his tracks if he weren't already stopped. It's Jisung. His face. Minho thought that he'd seen every emotion Jisung had. But this one, this one is new. This one is the shock of pure joy written across his expressive face. And maybe he’s seen some of this emotion, but never like this. Jisung's eyes are wide, filled with tears. His signature heart-shaped grin spread across his face, chin trembling slightly. He's looking around the tent, at the decorations, at the food, at the band and the DJ. He's looking at his family, all of the families gathered to celebrate the love that these two men share. He sees every single one of the backup dancers from the tour, the band members that played live during their concerts, and then the tears start to streak down his face. He sees Hyui from NEXZ, Jooyeon from Xdinary Heroes and some friends they've traveled to Japan with. All these people are here for them. To celebrate with them. Something that they can't do in their home country, but people have flown across the world to be with them. He's touched, the emotions are huge. He takes a deep breath, looks at his husband and smiles. He pulls him back towards him with the hand he still has in his, and when he is fully turned so that they are facing each other, Jisung says this: thank you. Minho pulls him into an embrace, one hand holding him close while the other rubs up and down his back. He feels Jisung  trembling, hears the sobs, stands there with him until the bubble of emotion has popped. Minho gently wipes Jisung’s tears away with his thumbs, smiles down at his husband and says are you ready? Jisung takes a deep breath, and nods his head. They continue their walk into the room, finding their place at the center of the table for the wedding party, the other members split evenly on either side of them. It's perfect. The crowd may be small by necessity because this can't get out before they're ready for an announcement, but it's all the people they would have wanted in any case.  

Jisung sees his mom making her way over to him. He smiles, looking forward to having a little time with her before everyone has to get back to real life. “Jisung, can I see your ring?” his mom asks. He nods and holds his hand up at her eye level. The ring is beautiful, and it’s exactly as they talked about that night after noraebang with the guys. Jisung’s has gold accents where Minho’s has silver. That’s the only difference. The rings are black and have pink and green rounded stones set into it, with gold or silver used as the setting around them. Between the stones are a bug, a shooting star, a planet and a heart. All things that represent the two men and their relationship. He sees her bottom lip tremble while she’s looking at it and pulls her into a hug. “It’s beautiful, honey,” she says through her happy tears. “I’m so proud of the two of you, and so happy. You belong together.” He hugs her tighter, thankful that she’s able to express that to him. Things weren’t always great regarding his sexuality, but his parents worked through it and are supportive now. “Thank you, eomma. That means a lot,” he responds. His eyes meet Minho’s and he smiles at him, letting him know all is well. When he’s done talking to his mom he goes over to Minho. 

“Hi,” Jisung says a little shyly. “What are you doing?”

“Just watching you. I love seeing you flit around talking to people, knowing how happy you are with this.” He steps closer to Jisung, resting one hand on the small of his back, the other cupping his cheek. He leans in for a kiss and the crowd starts clapping for them and shouting “get a room,” and other such sentiments. “But I also wanted to tell you about the gift I got you. Do you want to know about it now, baby?”

“A-a gift, Minho? W-why? I didn’t get you anything, but I guess I didn’t know.” Jisung frowns. 

“Baby, you didn’t know, so you couldn’t have known to get me something,” Minho says. “I really want to tell you…can I? Please?” He’s smiling so big. He knows Jisung is going to love the gift. Jisung nods.

Minho takes a deep breath before telling him. He’s nervous even though he’s confident about it. “It’s in Japan. It’s for us. For when we want to vacation there, or if we want to live there. I bought that house we saw last time we were in Japan. Do you remember it?”

Jisung’s eyes as big as Minho has ever seen them. “W-wh-you did what?” Jisung asks, stunned. “Are you fucking with me, hyung?”

Minho shakes his head, eyes wide and laughter spilling out from his lips. “I’m not kidding, not fucking with you. I saw it was for sale, knew we both loved it and so I bought it. I’m hoping we can take a few days off soon and go visit it. What do you think, Sungie?”

Jisung suddenly wraps his arms around Minho’s middle and presses his head against his chest. “I think yes. Thank you, Min. I wish there was something else to say, but thank you is all I can come up. And I love you. But you already knew that.” Everyone in the tent with them sees the exchange and wonders what’s going on. “He bought us a house. In Japan!” Jisung yells as he pulls out of Minho’s embrace. “A house!!” He’s jumping up and down, so excited. All their friends are clapping and yelling again. “Invite us!” Jisung immediately puts the kibosh on that idea with a shake of his head and a look on his face. 

The reception continues into the early morning hours. The other six members each give a short speech honoring the new couple, all from the heart and beautifully spoken. There are tears and laughter, memories remembered and new ones made. At the end of the party, there are smiles and tears because it has to end. Everyone has to go back to where they live no matter how much they want to stay to continue to celebrate the new husbands. The eight Stray Kids members, Chan’s parents, Jisung’s parents and Minho’s parents stand at the door to thank all the guests for coming. Then it’s time for the parents to leave to go back to their hotels. Jisung and Minho say goodbye to the two sets of parents at the same time, getting congratulations, good luck and we love you from them. The two husbands couldn’t have asked for a better wedding ceremony and reception. Both were absolutely perfect. They know that Chan’s parents and Chan himself had a lot to do with pulling this feat off, especially after the original venue was lost. They owe them a lot. They’ll talk about it later, but they will come up with a way to thank them for everything. 

“Stray Kids! It’s time for us to go back to the hotel. We are leaving tomorrow evening and we need to get everything packed. The plan is to leave for the Sydney airport at 7pm, so we’ll have all day tomorrow to get ready to leave,” Chan says after they’ve all gathered near the door. “Minho? Jisung? Are you guys flying with us or are you taking a few days?” he asks them. They look at each other. 

“Min, I want to take a few days and fly to Japan. Can we do that? Even if it’s not for very long, I want a little honeymoon and I want to see the house,” Jisung says. He smiles. He is so fucking excited that he gets to do these things with his husband. He wiggles in place. “Please?” Those Eyes(™) are looking at Minho. They’re weapons aimed at him, along with that pout, and he has no defense against them. 

“Yes, baby. Of course we can,” Minho responds. “Chan, you heard that, right?” Chan answers in the affirmative. “There ya go, Sungie. We’re gonna take a few days.” He grins at him. “I can’t wait. It’s gonna be fun.” 

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The next day, Stray Kids walk into the Sydney airport, just like they usually do. Felix in the front and Jisung and Minho stuck together like unbroken chopsticks, everyone else trailing behind and Chan at the back. There’s no issue with people getting too close to them. The bodyguards are doing an amazing job at keeping people back and the fans are behaving for the most part. 

In the next few days, while they’re in Japan together, they’ll watch YouTube and other social media outlets and see that they’re news again. Just for walking through the airport together. They’re both wearing masks and baseball hats, with Minho wearing a cream zip up sweater with a greenish argyle pattern and Jisung wearing a dark camo jacket. It’s the way they walk through the airport that is what’s making Stay insane. There’s a photo of them on an escalator, black bag thrown over Minho’s shoulder and Jisung’s carried crossbody style, standing so close to each other that there’s no room for even a piece of paper to fit between them. Jisung is looking at Minho, and they’re in their own little world, as usual. What people don’t know is that the matching rings they’re wearing are their wedding bands. And that’s the point: they do things in public, right in front of people and people still think it’s fanservice. So they’ll wear their wedding rings and let people deduce whatever they do. 

Thankfully the flight the two men are taking to Japan is located in the same terminal as the flight the rest of the guys are taking back to Seoul. This means that there are fewer fans to take note that they split off from the other members. They aren’t trying to hide anything, as they’ve taken numerous trips together to Japan, but this…this feels different. They want it lowkey. It’s theirs, and it’s important. 

They stroll slowly to their gate, walking close enough for their shoulders to bump with every step. Today, they’re happy. They’re married. They’re in love. Their future is together.

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