"Just tell me one thing..."

Minhyuk held in a sigh, not lifting his head from Jooheon's bare chest. 
They had makeup sex, so why was Jooheon still talking about it? It was starting to get on Minhyuk's nerves.

"What did I do wrong? Did I upset you? Bore you?"

Minhyuk wanted to scream with glee; Jooheon cared about Minhyuk so much that he wouldn't even blame him? Now this was delightful news for the boy. 

"I don't know... when you didn't have sex with me for the dare, I thought you were tired of me." Yes, Minhyuk would turn this on Jooheon, as he had set himself up, and Minhyuk was just going along with his theory.

"Babe... I'm never tired of you. I just don't want anyone to see you like that, besides me."

"So you're possessive?" Minhyuk would play this just right, like he always did. "That's kind of hot..."

"Really, you're not mad? I know you want to be open, but I just... I don't like to share."

"Am I a prize to be won?"

"Of course not," Jooheon sighed, "but if you were, you'd be the greatest treasure of all time."

Minhyuk smirked; he loved being praised, almost as much as he loved tormenting others. 

"So you forgive me?" 

"I don't know, you scared me with your anger. Maybe, for now, I'll test you and see how I feel." 

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

Minhyuk moved to his back, as Jooheon sat up, staring at him seriously. He smirked, his toes curling as he thought of all the ways Jooheon could make it up to him.

"Round four, then we'll talk about forgiveness."

And the night went on, with Jooheon completely clueless to the fact that Minhyuk was manipulating him, winding him into the perfect little stooge.