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It’s 10:43 on a Wednesday morning. Seungmin hears rapid footsteps echoing down the hall before the door swings open so hard it almost hits the wall behind it. A petite man with black hair and brown eyes comes rushing into the vet's office, cat carrier held tightly under his arm. He sees the receptionist behind the desk and runs over to him in a panic. The man looks up from his computer monitor. "Hi, I'm Seungmin. How can I help you?"
"Uh, um...my name is Han Jisung. I just moved into my house yesterday and my ca-, well, Dori, got a hold of..." He trails off, mumbles the next part. "Fucking cat. He got a hold of my, er, toy." He's blushing furiously at this point, unable to look the cute young man behind the desk in the eye.
"Sorry, Jisung-ssi, I couldn't hear you. Can you repeat that?" Seungmin asks. Seungmin is pretty, with dark brown hair that flops over into his face, almost reaching his lovely brown eyes. He has thick rimmed tortoiseshell glasses on and a beautiful smile. Jisung looks around, making sure there aren't any other people in the waiting room. It’s empty, just the chairs around the white walls and a dark wood floor.
He takes in a breath, puffing out his cheeks. He looks like a hamster. Lets the breath out, his cheeks returning to their normal size. "This is embarrassing, Seungmin-ssi. Dori got his tiny cat mouth on one of my, um, toys. I was putting stuff away and didn't realize I'd left the box of, um, personal items open. Next thing I know, my favorite plu- er, personal item is laying chewed up next to the box, pieces of it missing. As soon as I saw the glittery remains on the floor, I looked up the closest vet's office, and here we are." Jisung says all of that, voice clear and loud enough for Seungmin to hear. Jisung is sporting a flush from his head to his neck, maybe down his chest, too. Seungmin's lips are raised at the corners and his eyes are sparkling behind his glasses.
"Okay," Seungmin responds, elongating the word like Jisung's story is the craziest thing he's heard today. It isn't, but he loves to fuck with people. Especially ones as cute as the guy standing in front of him, his cat meowing from the box still under his arm. This fluffy little guy is gonna be trouble. He’s not referring to the cat. "Follow me, please. Let's get you guys set up in a room. Dr. Minho will be with you shortly."
Seungmin comes out from behind the desk, takes the box from Jisung and leads him to the room located on the wall directly behind the desk. He sets the cat carrier on the metal table in the room then turns to return to his desk. Min’s gonna lose his shit when he sees him. Menace. Seungmin is an absolute fucking menace and he’s not giving up the title now. There’s no way in hell he’s warning Minho about the guy who’s drowning in his oversized sweats, has big boba eyes, full cheeks and a pout that Minho is going to dream about kissing right off his heart shaped mouth. He knows his friend, and he knows his type.
“Hey, Seungmin-ssi?” Jisung peeks his head out of the room, leaning it against the door frame. “Is there somewhere I could get more information about Dr. Minho? Schooling, certifications, stuff like that?” Seungmin looks at him like he’s nuts. “Um, sorry. I just get nervous about stuff like this. I like to know who’s caring for my babies.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes but answers, full of snark. “Google Lee Minho, DVM, DABVP. Don’t mind the picture. Or do. It’ll prepare you.” He opens his mouth to say something else, then says something else entirely. “Also, just Seungmin is fine.” This keeps getting better and better. He’s like a nervous squirrel. Prey for the panther that owns this business.
“Okay, thank you, Seungmin,” he says. Then under his breath, “I think?” Jisung shuts the door to the room then walks the short distance back to the still-boxed cat. He stoops down to look through the rigid grid of narrow metal bars that form the door of the carrier. “Hey, baby. I’m gonna look up the vet and see what his qualifications are. Do you want to get out?” Dori responds with a plaintive meow. He opens the door to the carrier and a small brown tabby cat head pops out, delicately sniffing the air, not quite ready to come out of the box no matter how much he was meowing before. Jisung is half paying attention to the cat while he’s looking up this Lee Minho guy. When the info comes up, he gasps. Hears Seungmin laughing at his reaction, knowing that he saw the Dr.’s picture. “Holy fuck,” he says very quietly, hoping Seungmin can’t hear that. Dr. Lee is model-level gorgeous. He continues to read the small blurb about him: Dr. Lee is a small animal vet with a specialization in felines. He is a DVM and a DABVP, which requires specialized training and more examinations to achieve this certification. He shows Dori the picture of Dr. Lee from the internet and Dori lets out a small high-pitched squeak. “I know, right?” Jisung is about to say something else to the cat when there’s a light knock at the door. “Come in,” Jisung calls out. The man walks in, and Jisung isn’t sure whether to fall to his knees or thank Dori for eating his butt plug. Maybe both?
“Hi, Jisung-ssi, I’m Dr. Lee Minho, but you can call me Minho or Dr. Minho, whichever you’re comfortable with.” Jisung’s ears perk up when he hears Minho talk. His voice is beautiful, higher than expected, sweet and angelic. He could listen to Minho speak all day. Minho bows slightly in greeting.
“H-hi, hello. Y-you…I, you. Fuck.” Jisung takes a breath to stop his stuttering, his face red and his eyes practically bugging out of his head. “I’m gonna try that again,” he laughs. Minho giggles a little. He takes another breath. “Hi. I’m Han Jisung, and this is my cat, Dori. Please call me Jisung.” He bows. When he comes back up, he glances at Minho’s face and almost expires on the spot. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath again, “exactly my type.” Minho is staring at him with a wide grin. He has bunny teeth, for fuck’s sake. Cute and beautiful. Unfair.
While Jisung is having his internal freak out, Minho is attempting to get Dori out of the carrier, and not having very good luck. “Ah, Jisung? I need you to get Dori out. He’s not cooperating with me.” Jisung’s eyes swing to the carrier on the table, now tilted on its end and Minho’s entire arm shoved into the open door. He looks perplexed that the cat won’t come out. “Cats usually love me,” he says, his voice higher than before, almost whiny but not quite. Jisung notices it. Likes it. Files it away for later. He likes a little whining in his men.
“He’s shy,” Jisung grins, cheeks pink again, not able to make eye contact. “Lemme grab him for you.” Minho moves out of the way so Jisung can access the carrier. He trips. On air. Minho reaches out to steady him, hands around his waist. Jisung can’t see him, but Minho’s mouth is hanging open, brows drawn together, not able to make sense of how close together his hands are. The baggy clothes Jisung is wearing camouflage his body, how tiny his waist is. Minho almost says something, but thinks better of it. At least for now. He’s not giving anything away, but he thinks Jisung is really cute. And really hot. I need to chill out.
He lets go of his waist. Jisung finally gets the cat out of the box and sets him on the metal table. “Woohoo!” he says, pumping his fist in the air. Minho giggles again, endeared by the silly antics of the adorable man in front of him. Jisung realizes what he just did and his cheeks get even darker. “Sorry,” he says, looking at Minho directly this time. “I’m…I dunno. Weird, I guess.” He hears Minho mumble something that sounds like “Yeah, and really fucking cute.”
Jisung moves the carrier off the table, keeping one eye on the Dr. and Dori. “Okay, Dori, my feline friend, what brings you here?” Jisung chokes on his own spit. Hangs his head. Am I ever going to stop blushing in front of him? Minho is staring at Jisung, waiting for him to respond. “Did he eat something he wasn’t supposed to? It’s pretty common. But I need to know what it was so I know how to proceed,” he tells Jisung.
“Seungmin didn’t tell you?” I need to leave this town and never come back. Minho shakes his head.
“No, I was with another patient and came right in, uh, to you after. I didn’t get a chance to look at the notes. I also like to hear it from the owner. Get the whole story. So….?” He looks at Jisung expectantly. Jisung feels like he’s a mouse at the mercy of a rather large and beautiful cat, which describes Minho perfectly.
“Oh…um, okay. Sure. Well, maybe it will be less embarrassing the second time around. Probably not. Let’s try, though. Yeah. Okay, I’m rambling.” He doesn’t know where to look. If he looks at Minho, he won’t be able to tell him. He trains his eyes on a spot just above Minho’s left ear. “Okay, here goes. Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough without telling the hotte-fuck. Shit. Sorry. I’ll see myself out as soon as I know Dori is okay.” He chances a glance at Minho, who is staring at him, looking mildly concerned. Like maybe he thinks Jisung is having a stroke or something (he doesn’t). Get it together Ji. Jesus.
“I'm new to town, moved into my house yesterday. I was unpacking some boxes and I must have left a box of, um, some personal items open. When I went back into the room I saw pieces of my glittery purple, um, shit, I’m just gonna say it.” He puts his hands over his face when he says the next part. “Dori acquired access to my favorite butt plug and, apparently, ate some of it or, at least, tore it apart - I don’t know - and left pieces of it on the floor. I brought him as soon as I saw it. I want to make sure he’s okay.” He pauses, removing his hands, in case Minho has any questions or wants to tell him that yes, this is incredibly embarrassing for Jisung, but he says nothing. Jisung continues his humiliating story. “I, um, brought what’s left of it with me if you’d like to see it.”
Minho wonders how far down the blush Jisung is sporting goes. He’s really trying to keep his thoughts professional, but Jisung is so fucking adorable when he’s embarrassed. Minho wants to ruin him. Or be ruined by him. Either or both. “Minho? Did you hear me? I don’t think I can repeat it,” Jisung says, trying to understand why the vet hasn’t said a word.
“Well,” Minho replies after a longer than necessary pause, “that’s a new one.” Deadpan. Jisung wants to die. If the floor could just open up right now, please, he’d really appreciate it. “Jisung. It’s okay. Please don’t worry about it. Again, just needed to know for treatment purposes. Can I see what you brought?” And now I know you like to be plugged. Fuck me. No really, fuck me. Jisung hands him the ziplock bag with the pieces and what’s left of the plug. He swears he sees Minho smirk for a split second. “Alrighty, let’s start with a manual exam.” Jisung’s eyes widen.
“Um, what?” Jisung chokes out. What the fuck kind of vet office is this?
Minho has Dori in his hands, opening his mouth, feeling down his fur, palpating his belly. Minho huffs out a laugh. Keep it professional, Minho. Jisung has a puzzled and slightly horrified look on his face. Minho just shakes his head, knowing if he answers him it will be something dirty, inappropriate. “Cute,” he whispers to himself, and continues with the examination. After a few minutes more, he’s done. “Jisung, I don’t feel anything that concerns me. I can do imaging if it will make you feel better, but right now I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.”
Jisung takes a moment to think. “What would you do if it were your cat?” he asks.
“The exact same thing I’m telling you. I would never put your cat in danger by suggesting you do something that I wouldn’t do for my own baby,” Minho answers. “But that’s also why I offered to do imaging. If that will make you feel better, it’s something easy and non-invasive.” Minho smiles at him. Jisung swears he hears angels singing. “If you decide not to do the imaging, I’ll tell you the signs to look for that would indicate there’s a problem. What do you want to do? I can leave and give you a few minutes to decide.” Jisung nods. “Okay, just let Minnie, er, Seungmin, know your decision. He’ll let me know and we’ll go from there.” Minho starts to walk out of the room.
“Wait!” Jisung stands and reaches out to grab Minho’s arm. Minho stops and turns to Jisung, looking down to where Jisung’s hand is holding his wrist. “Shit, sorry!” Jisung removes his hand quickly. “Um, let’s go ahead and do the imaging. I know myself, and I’ll talk myself into there being something wrong if I just leave it. Nothing against you and your judgement, Dr. Minho. Is that okay?” Jisung asks, clearly worried that he’s offended Minho.
“Yep! That’s why I offered. Everyone is different. And I’m not offended, in case you were concerned,” he says gently.
Jisung grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I never have been able to school my face. Everyone always knows exactly what I’m thinking. It’s a curse.” Minho hums in response. Jisung wonders what else his traitor face has told Minho.
“Well, let’s get Dori back to the ultrasound machine and see if there’s anything to be concerned about.” Minho opens the other door in the room, the one that leads to the back rooms of the building, where they keep the kennels and other equipment, and stands in the doorway. He cups his hand around his mouth and yells, “Oi, Felix! Come to room 1.” He turns back to Jisung. “Felix is our imaging guy. He’ll come get Dori and do the ultrasound, then I’ll read the images.”
Jisung hears footsteps coming towards the room, then a blonde head pops in. “Hey, Min. You screeched?” Jisung’s jaw drops. Felix is beautiful. Not Minho level, but fuck, he’s pretty. His face. It’s like a ray of sunshine fell from the sky and walked into the room.
“Is there anyone who works here who isn’t gorgeous?” Jisung blurts out. “Fuck. Shutting up now.” Minho and Felix both laugh, both clock his blush.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Felix throws back at him. “Very cute. Don’t you think so, Min?” Felix asks, a knowing smile on his pretty, freckled face. Jisung’s eyes find Minho. He kinda wants the answer. Minho looks at Jisung, eyes trailing down him, then back up til he gets to his face.
“Mmmm,” Minho says quietly. Jisung isn’t sure what to make of that.
“Anyway, enough with the flirting. Let’s take the little kitty back,” Felix says. “Min will bring him back as soon as we’re done. I’m Felix, by the way. You are?”
“I-I’m Han Jisung,” he says as he bows. “I’ll just sit here until you get back.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets them. Where the fuck else would I go? He’s so flustered.
Minho follows Felix out the door with an “I’ll be back” wave to Jisung. Jisung sits down in the chair in the corner to wait for the results. Of course, he starts thinking, because he’s a chronic overthinker. What did Dr. Minho’s “mmmm” mean? Does he think I’m cute? He’s really pretty. Questions flow through his head like there’s a ticker tape machine wedged in there. He shoves those thoughts aside when he hears a knock on the rear door to the room. A moment later, the door opens and Minho is standing there, Dori held in his arms, purring. “Does he love you now?” Jisung teases. “Sure looks like it.”
Minho nods his head, a devastating smile on his face. “He does. I think he wants to come home with me,” he says as he’s staring at Jisung. Jisung swallows dryly, not sure he’s reading the comment correctly. He kinda hopes he is. “So, Jisung, the ultrasound showed nothing out of the ordinary. No blockages, nothing abnormal. I think he’s safe.” Jisung releases a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. Minho hands Dori to Jisung, sucking in a breath when their hands accidentally brush.
“That’s a huge relief. Thank you, Minho.”
“No problem at all. Let me get this info to Seungmin, and you can settle the bill with him. It was very nice to meet you,” he says. “Welcome to town, by the way.”
As Minho walks out of the exam room to talk to Seungmin, he turns back toward Jisung and says, “I have the same plug.” He winks - badly, with both eyes - and leaves, a little giggle following in his wake.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jisung mutters. He works on getting Dori back into the cat carrier, maybe taking a little longer than necessary, maybe until he hears Minho’s footsteps walking away from Seungmin before he walks out to pay. He gets to the desk, puts the cat carrier on the counter, and stands there patiently while Seungmin finishes up his phone call. Seungmin takes his card and processes it, giving him the receipt and some other papers.
“You should definitely read the notes on the receipt, Jisung. Trust me,” he says, a funny tone to his voice. Jisung nods.
“I will. Thank you, Seungmin.” Jisung is trying to figure out how to hold the cat carrier and the papers he was given when he hears voices from the exam room he just came out of. “Have a great day, Jisung!” Seungmin says loudly, making it impossible to hear what’s being said in the other room.
“He’s really cute, Minho. And exactly your type, don’t you think?” Felix asks.
“He is,” Minho agrees. “I’m fucked.” And terrified. Sure, Jisung is my type, but am I ready to try again? Guess we'll find out.
😻😻😻😻😻
When he and Dori get home, Jisung lets the cat out of the carrier and flops onto the couch in the living room. His other cat, Doongie, comes over to greet him, then immediately picks a fight with Dori, the two of them battling each other in slow motion. A slap here, a smack there, until they fall over on their sides to rest. Jisung is deep in thought. Not about the cats in front of him but rather the cat he just left. The one called Dr. Lee Minho. That man should be illegal. He’s still debating whether he embarrassed himself so much there that he should find a new vet. Except he doesn’t want to. Despite the amount of blushing he did, he really liked the people who work there. He felt…comfortable. Especially with Minho, and that makes him a little uncomfortable. He pops up from the couch, suddenly remembering that Seungmin said he needed to look at the papers he gave him. He looks around, trying to remember where he dropped them when they came inside. He gets up and grabs them when he sees them on top of the cat carrier. He skims them until he finds what Seungmin must have been talking about. It’s a note that says:
Jisungie,
We’re throwing a dinner party to welcome you to the neighborhood! This Friday at 7pm. You don’t need to bring anything. We’re taking care of everything. It’s at my house. Call the office to RSVP and Seungmin will give you the address.
See you soon!
-Minho 🐱
PS - Here’s my personal number if you need to contact me about anything. 😉143-1025-0325
Jisungie?? Jisung reads and rereads the note. It’s typed, not handwritten, which means this was in the works while he was still at the office. He’s not sure how to feel about this. He’s flattered for sure. Minho is fucking gorgeous. Exactly his type. He loves a man who is bigger than he is, strong. Sue him if he likes to be thrown around a little. Right. Back to his dilemma. To go or not to go. He really has to think this through. On one hand, he doesn’t love being around new people and definitely doesn’t like to be in crowds, especially if he doesn’t know the people. On the other hand, he’s new to town and three handsome men are throwing him a welcome dinner party. He wants to make friends so he doesn’t feel so alone. Fuck it. He punches the number into his phone, waits for it to ring.
“Leebit Veterinary Services. Seungmin speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hi, Seungmin. It’s Jisung. Uh. Han Jisung. I was there earlier today?” Seungmin hums. Jisung continues. “Ok, right. Well, I s-saw the note about the d-dinner party. I’d like to attend, please.” He’s not sure why he’s so nervous. “Who will be coming?”
“Wellllll, let’s see, Jisung. You, Minho, me, Felix and four of our closest friends. That’s it.” Seungmin sounds a little off, like he’s upset that Jisung called. Jisung doesn’t know why, and he’s not going to ask him.
“Oh, um, o-okay,” Jisung responds. “I’m happy to bring something. Just let me know what.”
“Just bring yourself and your cooking skills,” Seungmin says. He hears Jisung quietly say “fuck.” “What’s wrong?”
“Uh, I, well, I don’t cook. I’m a disaster in the kitchen. Maybe I can chop some veggies or something? I’ll probably chop off a finger, but Minho can just sew it back on, right?” Jisung giggles nervously. Seungmin groans.
“Just come. Don’t worry, Sung-ah, Minho will take care of everything for you,” Seungmin says in a defeated tone.
“Okay, I’ll be there. Can you text me the address?” Seungmin agrees.
“Jisung?” Seungmin whispers. “He’d kill me for saying this, but he’s a really, really good guy. Please be careful with him. Don’t hurt him. He’s been through enough.” Before Jisung can respond, Seungmin ends the call. A minute later, he gets a text from an unknown number with an address and a message that says “Don’t be late!!” He responds with a thumbs up.
Jisung feels a tiny bit of trepidation after Seungmin’s warning and wonders if this is a bad idea after all. He’s also curious, though, wondering what happened to make Seungmin say something like that. He sits with it for a few minutes, letting his gut do its thing. He gets no bad intuition, so he decides to go ahead with the dinner party.
He waits a few minutes then picks up his phone again to text Minho. He feels a little weird about Minho giving him his personal number, but he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t wanted to, right?
To: Minho 3:45pm
Hi Minho. It’s Jisung.
Since it’s still working hours, he doesn’t expect to get an answ-
To: Jisung 3:45pm
Jisungie! Good to hear from you!
(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
To: Minho 3:46pm
(^._.^)ﾉ Just wanted to thank you for the invite
And for taking care of Dori today.
To: Jisung 3:46pm
It was my pleasure.
Are you coming?
…to the dinner party?
(｀ω´)
Minho sees the 3 dots that indicate Jisung is typing appear and disappear quite a few times.
To: Jisung 3:50pm
Um, was that too much? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
To: Minho 3:52pm
Um,
I don’t know how to answer that.
I’m also blushing.
I’m not uncomfortable, just, um, idk.
Like, why me, I guess?
To: Jisung 3:53pm
Aw, Jisungie’s blushing? Too bad I can’t see it.
Again. You’re so cute when you blush.
Why you? Why not you? Have you looked in the mirror?
Met yourself?
To: Minho 3:54pm
Minho. Have YOU looked in the mirror?
asd;lakjf!
To: Jisung 3:55pm
Jisungie, I think you’re adorable. Hot. Sexy.
And you love cats.
I want to get to know you, if that’s something you want.
Again with the dots appearing and disappearing. Minho gives him a few minutes this time. Which, apparently, was the right thing to do.
To: Minho 3:58pm
Hot and sexy? Hahahaha, right.
(What the fuck am I doing,
Because this is not like me…)
(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)
But…would you maybe want to get a drink/coffee/snack after work?
It’s okay if you say no, I thought it would be easier to talk in person.
To: Jisung 3:58pm
Jisungie, I’m not gonna say no to that
How about coffee? I can meet you there in an hour.
I’ll need to leave around 7pm, though. Still work for you?
To: Minho 3:59pm
Still works for me.
To: Jisung 4:00pm
Google a cafe called Quill Pen. My friend Hyunjin owns it.
I’ll let him know to save us a quiet table.
To: Minho 4:00pm
Cool. I’ll see you then.
(｡◕‿◕｡)
Cue the spiral countdown. In 3…2…1…ah, there it is! Literally what the fuck did I just get myself into? Jisung takes a few deep breaths. It’s gonna be fine. It’s just coffee. I can do this. To get his mind on something else, he takes out his phone and Googles the cafe they’re meeting at. It’s about a 20 minute walk from his house.
He takes a quick shower, brushes his teeth, puts his cologne on and styles his hair. He puts on a pair of dark wash jeans that highlight his perky, round ass and an oversized striped button down shirt, tucked in. The belt he adds highlights his waist. And if he puts a tiny bit of concealer and lip color on, well, that’s between him and his bathroom mirror. He puts on his favorite black rimmed glasses, the ones with the rectangular shaped lenses, checks his appearance once more in the mirror by the front door, then puts on his favorite pair of black chunky shoes for a bit of extra height, and leaves.
He tries not to spin out as he walks. Can I do this? Minho is definitely attractive and seems really nice. But, I’m scared. I don’t want to get hurt again. Jisung makes himself continue walking, not willing to let his ex-boyfriend win.
Jisung gets to the cafe about 10 minutes early. It’s in an older building, with a brick outside that’s been painted and then distressed. He loves the huge windows on the front of the cafe, hoping there are tables sitting by them inside because they’d make an amazing place to sit and soak up the sun while he reads or writes. Or, if the weather is nice, sitting at one of the small tables under the outside awning would be perfect. Everything about the outside is inviting, even, and maybe especially the hand painted sign on the front of the building that says “Quill Pen.”
He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, gets the “what the fuck am I doing here” thoughts out of his head, and walks inside.
“Hi, welcome in. You must be Han Jisung,” he hears a voice say before the bright red door has even shut behind him. “I’m Hwang Hyunjin, one of Minho’s oldest friends.” The man the voice belongs to walks from behind the counter to meet him. Hyunjin is stunning, looking like he just walked off the pages of W Korea. He’s lithe and long-limbed, his shoulder length hair falling to perfectly frame his face. He’s wearing the shit out of a mid-calf length black pleated skirt paired with a crisp white button down and a black tie. To finish off the outfit, he’s wearing black high top sneakers and black scrunched up socks that go part way up his long calves. He exudes confidence, something Jisung wishes he had. But he doesn't. Not really. Not anymore.
Hyunjin reaches Jisung and bows in greeting, then looks Jisung up and down a couple times, humming to himself. “Yeah, makes sense. I definitely see it,” Hyunjin says, more to himself than to Jisung. Before he can ask what he means, Hyunjin locks arms with him. “Come, Jisung. Let me show you around the store. We’ll talk as we walk. Get to know each other a little before Min gets here.” All Jisung can do is nod and walk, thinking that this is gorgeous man number four that he’s met today. Do all the beautiful people in this town know each other? Fuck.
“Min tells me you just got to town yesterday and that your cat gave you a scare today. It sounds like you and your kitty are okay now, yes?” Hyunjin says as they walk together. Jisung feels relaxed with Hyunjin for some reason. He gives off a very mellow vibe, walks like he’s gliding and doesn’t rush Jisung for answers. Jisung responds with a short synopsis of what happened, leaving out exactly what it was that the damn cat ate. Maybe Minho already told Hyunjin, maybe not, but Jisung certainly isn’t going to offer up that information.
Hyunjin leads them through a large opening on one side of the cafe, guiding them into what appears to be another business. The walls are painted a light blue, a cool and gentle color, suggesting openness and ease, a hue that soothes. There are all kinds of notebooks, colored paper, patterned paper, pens, pencils, paper clips…basically an ADHD’ers wet dream for organizational items that will get used once and forgotten. Jisung loves it. He can see coming here to stock up on journals and notebooks for his lyrics.
“The coffee shop was the first part of the business,” Hyunjin explains as they continue to walk through the space. “Then I decided to open a pen and paper store. It’s expanded a bit into art supplies as well,” he says, pointing to a corner with shelves that are overflowing with paints, paintbrushes, canvases and things Jisung can’t name. “All the art you see on the walls are done by me. I paint and draw.” Hyunjin gracefully turns in a circle, arm out, gesturing to the frames that add color and interest to the walls.
“Holy shit, Hyunjin. You did all these?” Jisung is in awe. “You’re insanely talented.” Hyunjin beams at the praise.
“Feel free to look at them more closely when you’re done with Min.” Hyunjin says as the bells on the door of the cafe ring. “Speak of the devil!” He grabs Jisung’s hand and pulls him through the opening and back into the cafe, where Minho is standing, looking around at the mostly empty tables.
“Here we are, Min!” Hyunjin says, and Minho’s eyes latch onto Jisung. Specifically where Hyunjin is holding his hand. There’s a flicker of…something…on his face, but it’s gone too quickly for Jisung to identify it. He drops Hyunjin’s hand and makes his way over to Minho, who’s still just standing there.
“Um, hi,” Jisung says quietly when he stops in front of Minho. Minho looks at him, but doesn’t say anything. He can’t. This isn’t happening. Not again.
“Minho? Are you okay?” Jisung asks, quickly becoming concerned with Minho’s silence. Hyunjin wouldn’t do that to me. “Minho? Can you answer me? Please?” Jisung looks over at Hyunjin for help, but Minho finally takes a deep breath and focuses on Jisung.
“Hi, Jisung. Sorry, got stuck in my head for a moment.” He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Minho looks at Hyunjin, who is currently sitting near the register, out of their way.
“Hyunjin,” Jisung says, after noticing the tension and looks between Hyunjin and Minho. “Where’s the restroom?” Hyunjin points to the left side of the back wall. “Minho, I’ll be right back.” Jisung isn’t sure what’s going on, but he’s going to give the two men a few minutes to talk.
Once Jisung leaves the room, Hyunjin goes to where Minho is standing and guides him over to a table by one of the windows. They sit. Hyunjin holds Minho’s hand across the tabletop.
“Minho. What was that all about?” Hyunjin whispers, scared of what Minho will say, because Hyunjin knows that look. He’s seen it before. “I would never-,” he starts to say when Minho interrupts him.
“Jinnie, I know. I just…I saw you holding hands with him and it took me back to when I saw San holding hands with…him. The guy. While we were still t-together. I’m sorry.”
In the space of a heartbeat, Minho looks like he’s drowning under the memory of the last day of his last relationship. His face is pale, his hands are trembling and his breathing is too fast. Hyunjin stands up, goes around the table and crouches next to him, pulling the chair out and turning it so Minho is facing him. Hyunjin pulls him into a tight hug, stroking gently over his back.
“Breathe with me, hyung. It’s okay. You’re okay,” he utters against Minho’s ear. He takes Minho’s hand and puts it on his chest. “Feel how I’m breathing and match it, okay?”
Minho nods his head. They stay like that for a few minutes. Long enough for Jisung to come back from the bathroom.
“Hi.” Jisung’s voice is low, pitched for comfort, to soothe. He approaches them slowly. Hyunjin rises to his full height after making sure Minho is okay with it and turns to Jisung. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Jisung asks. Minho is staring at the floor, cheeks now pink with embarrassment. Hyunjin shakes his head.
“I think we’re okay now. Right, Minho?” He nods in response. “Jisung, why don’t you have a seat? I’ll get you guys some refreshments. Iced Americanos okay? And something sweet?”
“Oh! Yes, please! Do you have any cheesecake?” Jisung asks. Hyunjin nods and walks to the back to make their order.
Minho is still staring at the floor when Jisung clears his throat. “Hey. Please don’t be upset or embarrassed about that. If I’m being presumptuous, I’m sorry, but it looked like you were having an anxiety attack, or something like it?”
Minho slowly turns his chair so he’s facing Jisung across the table. Raises his head so he can see Jisung’s face. His eyes roam over it, looking for any signs of pity. He finds none. Jisung keeps his neutral expression as long as it takes for Minho to come to the conclusion that Jisung isn’t mocking him or judging him.
“I’ll just say that I know what it’s like, and it sucks." Jisung’s tone is soft when he says it. “Every now and again something out of the blue will trigger a reaction or sometimes a panic attack. If that’s what happened for you, I understand. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He reaches across the table to rest his hand over one of Minho’s. “Is this okay?”
“Thank you,” Minho croaks out, nodding his head. “I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t expecting that to happen. It actually hasn’t happened in a while.” Minho has a wry smile on his face.
“We don’t have to do this today,” Jisung says in a low voice. His eyes are glued to Minho’s face, looking for any non-verbal clues. “Do you want to try again tomorrow or another day?”
“No. I’m okay. I just feel stupid and I’m sorry you had to see that.” Minho says, shaking his head and grinning. “I really want to hang out with you today. I’ve been looking forward to it since you asked.” And I'm trying not to freak out about how much I like you already. He ducks his head, ears coloring a lovely shade of crimson. “I’m sure I’ll feel even better when Jinnie gives us our food.” The last part is said in a raised voice, but teasing. Right then Hyunjin appears with their order and sets it on the table. He quietly puts a cup of pudding next to Minho. It’s his favorite kind. Minho’s lips curve into a small smile. He’ll thank Hyunjin later.
“Enjoy, asshole,” Hyunjin says in his nicest, friendliest customer service voice as he glides away.
“I like him,” Jisung says, chuckling and motioning to Hyunjin walking away, but also changing the subject. “He was really welcoming and I felt comfortable with him. Feel comfortable.” He squeezes Minho’s hand. “All of you made me feel comfortable, actually. Even though my fucking cat embarrassed the shit out of me by eating my butt plug. I mean, who does that even happen to?” They both giggle. “Me, I guess,” he says, shrugging, cheeks a little pink. He glances at Minho. He has his elbow on the table, his face in his hand. He’s staring at Jisung. The idea pops unbidden into his head that Jisung could have a plug in right now. Fuck. Now, there’s a thought. His dick twitches. He crosses his legs.
He smiles at Jisung’s words, nodding his head. “You look really nice, Jisungie. Did you dress up for me?” Minho asks. He sighs, then, “You’re so pretty.” Another smile. Jisung doesn’t know how to act. He feels his face warm, looks down at the table. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” Minho asks. “I’m sorry. I’ve been told I can be blunt.”
“It’s okay, Minho. There’s a certain safety when people are blunt. You know exactly where you stand with them,” Jisung responds, soft look on his face. “To answer your other questions: hmmm, yeah, I did dress up for you. I showered and everything. I guess I wanted to make a better impression than I probably did this morning.” Minho hums in response. “Are you making me uncomfortable? I mean, maybe a little. But that’s not it, it’s more that I don’t know what to do with someone telling me I’m pretty. It’s not something I’ve heard a lot, I guess. And I’m generally bad with compliments. But don’t stop on my account.” Jisung laughs, feeling a little silly for saying that. But when he looks at Minho, his expression has changed a little, almost like he’s upset on Jisung’s behalf. “What?” Jisung asks, head tilted in question.
“Are you kidding me right now? How can anyone not tell you you’re attractive? I think you’re gorgeous, Jisung. I just don’t get it,” he says, shaking his head. He notices when Jisung’s face twists, like he’s remembering something painful. Minho takes a sip of his drink, deciding to steer the conversation elsewhere and hopefully bring a smile back to the face of the man across from him. “Oh, my god, Jinnie. This might be the best Iced Americano you’ve ever made,” he groans out, loud enough for Hyunjin to hear him across the room. Jisung tries his and nods enthusiastically. Then he tastes the cheesecake.
“Damn. This is amazing, Hyunjin.” Cheesecake is Jisung’s favorite, so he’s quite the connoisseur. “What’s that?” Jisung asks, pointing his fork at what Hyunjin gave Minho.
“It’s pudding.” He picks the jar up to look at the label. “This one is from Bambocheur and the flavor is called Cinderella. It’s one of my favorites. You can taste it if you’d like.” He dips his spoon in the jar and offers it across the table to Jisung. Jisung mentally shrugs, leans forward and eats the pudding from Minho’s spoon. The flavor explodes on his tongue and he can’t help the moan he lets out about it. Minho thinks he might be in love. Okay, not really, but damn. A moan? For pudding? Yes, please. He’ll take twelve.
“Okay, that’s seriously good, Minho. I might have to invest in some of that. I, uh, have a bit of a sweet tooth,” Jisung says. Minho grins and files that info away for later. Jisung watches Minho as he takes another bite of pudding. While Minho has his mouth full, Jisung says, “I think you’re pretty, too, Minho.” His cheeks color a lovely pink again. “Am I ever going to stop blushing around you?” he mumbles, then takes another bite of his cheesecake to give his mouth something to do other than spout more embarrassing shit.
Minho catches Jisung’s eye and says “I very much hope not.” Of course he says that right when Jisung takes a sip of his coffee. He just about chokes on it. He pounds his fist on his chest trying to make the liquid go where it’s supposed to. Minho giggles a little. “Sorry…kind of.” Jisung coughs one more time, willing his face to go back to its normal color. “How are you so cute, Jisungie?”
“I’m just the cute me,” he responds, putting his hands in a V around his chin, tilting his head and giving his best flirty smile. “Okay, that was terrible,” he laughs out. “I’m so sorry.” Minho is just watching him, completely taken by him, a silly, sappy grin on his face. “I’m really happy that you agreed to meet in person, Minho. I just thought it would be easier to…I dunno…talk, I guess, like this instead of over text.” Why is it so easy with him? Minho hums, still a little lost in looking at Jisung. Jisung takes a moment to look around the cafe. He notices Hyunjin watching them, and wonders at the pleased look on his face. Maybe he’ll ask him about it later.
Usually Jisung would have tried to plan out the questions he wants to ask Minho, but he didn’t feel the need before he made his way to the cafe, which is odd for him. Even though the interaction with Minho was fairly short this morning, he didn’t get that edgy feeling he usually does when he meets new people. He felt 100% at ease, which has happened very rarely in his life. That point is proven again now. Jisung feels relaxed and talkative, curious about Minho and ready to dive in. He finds himself excited to learn about him, even if they end up just friends. Jisung is definitely not looking for a relationship right now, but he’s not opposed to it either. He just needs to be careful, and he will be. The fact that he’s even here, talking with Minho, is a huge testament to how hard he’s worked over the past 11 months to get over his last relationship. It’s part of the reason he moved here, but not all of it. Hoseok was a bastard, and Jisung is glad to be out of that piece of shit’s life for good.
“So, how old are you, Minho? I guess that’s as good a place to start as any,” Jisung says. “I’m 25, 26 in September.”
“I’ll be 28 October 25,” Minho replies. “You can call me hyung if you want, Jisungie.” That grin appears on his face again, crinkling his eyes into crescents.
“Do you want me to call you hyung, Minho?” Jisung asks in a sultry voice.
“Jisungie, are you flirting with me?” Minho asks, a little turned on by it. Jisung’s eyes get wide and there’s a pretty pout on his lips when he answers.
“Only if it’s working, hyung,” he replies, blinking slowly at Minho, his eyes sparkling. Minho shifts in his seat, nodding his head.
“Oh, it’s definitely working.” They both laugh. And then they talk in earnest, asking questions of each other, learning about each other, really enjoying each other. They don’t broach the subject of past relationships yet, and that’s probably a good thing. Jisung is shocked when Minho’s alarm goes off and it’s 7pm. They’ve been talking for almost two hours. He finds that he’s a little bummed that they can’t hang out more.
“This has been incredible, Jisungie. I don’t want to leave, but I have to,” Minho says, frowning.
“I had a lot of fun with you, hyung. I don’t want to leave either, but I get that you have other commitments. Maybe we can text later if you’re free?” Jisung suggests. “I wouldn’t mind ending my day with you,” he says as he looks at Minho to see his reaction. Minho is nodding his head, smiling, looking like he’s picturing it.
“I’d like that, too, Sungie. It sounds nice. How about I text you when I’m done tonight?” Minho asks.
“Definitely. Yes, please.” They both get up from the table, and before Jisung can move, he feels a hand on his shoulder and a body close to him.
“Is it okay if I hug you, Jisung?” Minho asks quietly. Jisung looks up and meets Minho’s eyes, nods shyly. He feels himself wrapped in strong arms, pulled into a thick chest, bodies tight against each other. “Thank you for this. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, felt so relaxed with someone else. I would really like to see you again, maybe for dinner? Just the two of us again?”
“Yes,” Jisung breathes out. “I’d like to see you again, too. And I know what you mean. This was easy, and so enjoyable. I really liked getting to know you, Minho. I want to know more.” He squeezes Minho and gets a tighter squeeze in return, then both drop their arms and take a small step back. “I’ll talk to you later. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me, too,” Minho says as he turns to walk toward the door. “Later, Jinnie. Thank you!” Jisung watches Minho walk toward the door, then goes over to Hyunjin once the door closes behind Minho.
“I, uh, noticed you looking at us with a certain look on your face earlier, Hyunjin. What was that about?” Jisung asks the black-haired man.
“Hmmm. I guess I’m just happy for him. I want the best for him, and it’s been a rough couple of years. You two look good together, and you seem like you hit it off. I haven’t seen him like that in too long. He’s a good guy, Jisung. Really good,” Hyunjin answers.
Jisung laughs. “No pressure!” Hyunjin blanches, starts to say something, but Jisung cuts him off. “I’m kidding, kind of. But I get what you’re saying. I had a great time with him and I honestly can’t wait to talk to him again. It sounds like we both need to take it slow, or at least be aware. I’ve worked on myself a lot over the past year to get over my last relationship, so anything I do, I’ll do eyes wide open, yanno what I mean?” Hyunjin nods in response. “I guess I’ll head out, too. It’s about a 20 minute walk home.”
“If you give me a few minutes to close up the shop, I can drive you, if you’d like,” Hyunjin offers. Jisung thinks it over.
“Sure. Thank you, Hyunjin. It’s nice of you to offer.”
Jisung offers to help him close, so Hyunjin has him put the chairs on top of the tables so he can do a quick sweep. He does a few other things in the back, then locks the back door. They walk out the front door together, going to Hyunjin’s car after he makes sure the front door is secured as well.
It doesn’t take long to get to Jisung’s house, maybe seven or so minutes. When they pull up in his driveway Jisung takes off his seatbelt and turns to Hyunjin. “Thank you again for driving me home, and for being so welcoming today. Would it be okay if I came over to the cafe to work? Maybe hang out with you a little, if you’re not busy?” Jisung asks.
“I’d like that a lot,” Hynjin replies. He grins at Jisung, almost like he knows something Jisung doesn’t. “I - no, I’m going to keep it to myself for now. Have a good night, Jisung. It was nice meeting you.” Jisung gets out of the car and goes inside, tossing a little wave to Hyunjin before he closes the door.
Once he’s inside, Jisung falls back against the front door, head tilted to the ceiling. “Oh, my god.” He thinks about Minho, how handsome he is, what a good time he had talking with him. He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he can definitely see this going somewhere, which is a little scary. It was effortless, their connection. There were no awkward pauses, no uncomfortable moments. And that hug at the end? Jesus fucking Christ. Minho’s body is insane. He could feel his pecs and soft abs through the shirt Minho had on. And his thighs. That ass. Yeah, fuck him for watching Minho walk out the door, but damn, he’d like to get his hands on it. And his dick in it.
He stands against the door for another minute, imagining what Minho looks like with all the buttons of his crisp dress shirt open, walking toward Jisung, looking like he wants to eat him. He thinks about what it would feel like to drag his hands down his chest, down his abs to his pants. Unbutton them and peel the zipper open to see black boxer briefs with the thick waistband that rides above the top of his pants. His mouth is watering and he’s half-hard. Jisung grabs his laptop and walks into his bedroom, shucking off his pants as soon as he gets to his bed. He lays against the pillows, turns the computer on and navigates to the live cam website he uses. He doesn’t have anyone in particular he likes right now, but is definitely in the mood to watch someone get off, and fuck himself while he watches them. He looks at the available streams and finds one he likes. The guy’s hands are on the small side and his dick is perfectly sized, pretty, pierced. Fuck. I’d like to ride that.
Jisung watches for the couple free minutes the site offers then subscribes to the channel, called IKnowYouKnowLeeKnows. While he waits for the subscription payment to go through he palms himself through his burgundy lace boxer briefs. He loves how pretty they are, how he feels when he wears them. They’re stretchy and supportive, keeping everything where it’s supposed to be while also being sexy and see through. He can see the outline of himself straining against the fabric. The payment process is done and he tunes in fully now. He reaches into his bedside table drawer for his bottle of lube and sets it on the bed next to him. The volume on the stream is turned up and he hears LeeKnow talking. His voice is pleasantly pitched, not too high and not too low.
“What would you do to me if you could touch me right now?” LeeKnow asks. “I want to know.”
Jisung types a comment.
Quokkasings says: I’d ride you. Slowly. I wanna feel that piercing dragging inside me. Kiss you and play with your tits. Hear all the pretty noises you make.
DONATION from: Quokkasings $100
“Oh, really, Quokka?” LeeKnow replies on stream. “I haven’t seen you around before. This your first time here?”
Quokkasings says: Yeah. First time. And yes, really.
“Welcome, Quokka. Thank you for the donation. Why don’t you pick which dildo I use tonight? A gift for joining the channel.” He shows two options. “Which do you like, Quokka?” LeeKnow asks.
Quokkasings says: Use the smaller, girthier one. 😈
“You got it.” LeeKnow goes out of frame for a moment with the dildo, then comes back to the bed. He places a pillow that has the dildo attached to it behind him. His face isn’t shown, just his body. And what a body it is. Impressive pecs topped with brown nipples. The man has defined abs, but they have a sexy little layer of fat over them. Oh, shit, he’s got a belly piercing. His arms are strong, veiny, and his hands are small, the pinkies adorably diminutive. Jisung is drooling over this man. LeeKnow starts talking again.
“I had a really good day today. I had a new customer come in this morning.” He drips some lube on his hand and warms it. “He was, fuck, he was so pretty.” His hand strokes over his erection and he moans at the feel of it. “I’m not gonna lie, I wanted to fuck him the moment I saw him.” His hand moves up and down slowly as he continues. “Big, beautiful eyes and a pretty mouth.” His hand is moving faster. “I had to bite my tongue so many times during that appointment. I had to stay professional even if all I could think about was pinning him against the wall and sucking him off.”
LeeKnow scoots back on the bed, toward the dildo. It’s already shiny with lube. “Then once he comes in my mouth, I want to bend him over the counter and fuck him until he doesn’t know what day it is.” He straddles the pillow, ass over the dildo. “I prepped myself earlier in the shower. I’m so goddamn horny. Didn’t wanna have to wait to have this inside me.” He holds the dildo up with one hand, like he’s holding a hard dick, lines it up with his hole and sinks down slowly, a whimper slowly curling out of his throat. “Ji-Jesus,” he groans out. “Nghhh. I wish this were him,” he says as he rises and falls on the fake cock again. “I’m not gonna last if I keep thinking about those lips of his. And his ass.”
LeeKnow sits up and sinks down again and again, faster and faster, jerking himself off in tempo. “Gon-gonna cum.” He stops touching himself but doesn’t stop riding the dildo. “Ah…ah…ngh. So good.” Up and down, up and down. He can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes once, twice, dropping down onto the dildo and staying there…one more stroke and he’s yelling, coming over his hand, dripping onto the sheets. “FUCK!” He continues stroking himself through his orgasm, lifting off the dildo when it becomes too much. “That was so good. Thanks for the excellent choice, Quokka. I hope you’ll come back when I stream again. To everyone else, thank you for coming with me. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. Good night.” He ends the stream.
Damn. That was hot as fuck. Jisung is still hard, still staring at the screen. He was so taken with what LeeKnow was doing, he didn’t even touch himself. He shakes himself out of his daze, pushes his underwear down to his thighs, grabs his lube and jerks himself off to thoughts of both Minho and LeeKnow. The moment the stream is available to watch again, he turns it on. It doesn’t take long for Jisung to peak, Minho’s name on his lips as he cums all over his stomach. When he’s done, he lays there, catching his breath. His phone buzzes, indicating a text was delivered. He picks it up and gives a breathy laugh. Of course, it’s Minho.
To: Jisung
Hey Jisungie! Whacha doing?
To: Minho
(｡+-｡) Great timing, Minho.
I’m not sure I should say, actually.
( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)
It’s a little embarrassing.
To: Jisung
Well, now you’ve got me intrigued.
Would it make you blush to tell me?
To: Minho
Ah, yes, definitely.
To: Jisung
Oh, then I really need to know.
What do I have to do for you to tell me?
To: Minho
You can just use your imagination.
I can’t say it.
(｡•́ ̫ •̀｡)
Anyway…what are you doing tonight?
To: Jisung
God, I want to…
…not finish that sentence.
When we know each other better I will.
I’m going to watch a movie.
28 Days Later.
Wanna watch with me?
To: Minho
Hell yes.
“That was fun, Min,” Jisung says, voice catching as he stretches. A few minutes into the movie they’d decided to call each other so they could comment on the movie more easily. Texting was getting tiresome. “Would you maybe want to come over and watch a movie here? We can order dinner and eat while we watch.” There’s no response. Jisung’s heart rate picks up, sweat dotting his upper lip. He feels vulnerable and wonders why Minho hasn’t answered. “Um, Minho? Are you there?” He hears a rumble…Did he fall asleep? He’s snoring! Jisung starts giggling. It must be loud because the next thing he hears is a sleepy Minho yawning and trying to talk at the same time.
“What the fawwwwkkk,” is what comes through the line. Jisung starts belly laughing. He can’t help it. Minho sounds adorable.
“Minho, you’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he coos. “You should go to bed, baby.” Shit. Jisung freezes, unsure of what to say to cover his slip. Thankfully Minho either didn’t hear that or chooses to ignore it.
“Good night, Jisungie. I’ll text you in the morning. Please thank Dori for me.”
“Huh? Thank Dori for what, Min?” Jisung questions.
“If he hadn’t eaten your plug, you wouldn’t have come in and we wouldn’t have met. So thank him,” Minho says sleepily, his words slurring together a bit.
“I will. Good night, Minho. Sleep well.” Jisung hangs up and rests his head back on his pillow, imagining Minho’s pretty face. I really like him. His phone buzzes a couple minutes later. Jisung laughs out loud at the text.
To: Jisung
Did you call me baby???
To: Minho
I think you’re imagining things in your old age, hyung.
You should get your hearing checked or something.
('''' •᷄ ᴗ •᷅ )
To: Jisung
I see how this is gonna go.
You’re a brat.
To: Minho
Maybe.
What if I am?
To: Jisung
Then I hope you like being spanked.
To: Minho
Yes.
Good night, Min.
To: Jisung
Fuck.
Good night, Jisungie.
😻😻😻😻😻