This chapter may or may not include some slightly written smute... read at your own risk. *going to bury myself somewhere now*

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After spending the rest of the morning reading more or less strange stories, they finally had to hurry to get to Chan's parents in time.

The conclusion of the stories they read was that some, as Minho had already said, were really good. Again, others were "creative" to put it cautiously, especially when it came to their sexuality.

Minho and Jisung watched grinning as Chan and Changbin blushed in turn.

And they had noticed something else. Namely that Minho appeared in the newer stories as Jisung's mysterious friend or even as his stalker.

"Jeez... Our fans do have a lot of fantasy, have to give them that," said Chan shaking his head and put his phone aside.

"Mhm," Changbin just nodded, stared into his phone and chewed on his lower lip. His ears and cheeks were suspiciously red and Chan had to grin.

"Weeeeell, would you prefer if we didn't go to visit my parents now?"

"I.... Uhm... Baby..." Changbin's gaze stuck to Chan's lips and Jisung and Minho who noticed that, fled the living room.

Laughing, they threw themselves on the bed in the bedroom.

"You know that we have to separate them from each other soon?" Jisung asked Minho with his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, and you are welcome to do that. According to the last story I read, you have a lot of experience in letting them know that you are still there," said Minho with a grin.

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled Jisung to him and kissed him. Demanding and hungry. Reading the stories about Jisung, in which he made out with Chan or Changbin (or both at the same time), drove Minho crazy.

Not that it really bothered him that he didn't play the lead role next to Jisung, but he longed for Jisung's touches. Longed for his kisses. To hear him moaning under himself.

His hands found their way under Jisung's T-shirt as if by themselves.

"Fuck, I want you so much," Minho moaned as Jisung provocatively pressed his hip against Minhos.

Grinning, Jisung pressed Minho on the bed.

He gently kissed Minho's neck, licked over the sensitive skin and bit him.

Minho's moans became louder but at the same time he didn't know where to put with his hands. He didn't want to ruin the moment by touching Jisung in the wrong place.

He was so keen to press Jisung into the mattress, bite him, leave clearly visible marks on his body, which proved that Jisung belonged to him. To put his hand on Jisung's throat and gently squeeze it while he...

Minho tried to direct his thoughts in a different direction at this point, because it drove him crazy.

Because under normal circumstances he would have done all this by now.

Jisung noticed how much Minho held back. Noticed that the elder didn't know what to do.

Sighing, he sat up and moved away a little from Minho.

"Honey, I..."

"Baby, it's okay. I know it's difficult for you and we have to find a way to deal with it, but maybe not right now. You would like to go to Chan's parents and we shouldn't put it on you feeling bad because I'm doing something wrong."

Minho actually had his facial expressions damn well under control, but still Jisung briefly saw sadness and despair scurrying over his face.

He wished he could change the past. Or at least that he don't remember all the terrible things the Creep had done to him.

He wanted to be able to be together with Minho again without having to worry about everything. He missed him. Missed his touches. Miss the closeness and familiarity between them. And if he was completely honest with himself, he really wanted to have sex with Minho again.

Without saying a word, he crawled back to Minho and let himself be pulled into his arms by the elder.

He felt terrible. He didn't want Minho to feel bad because of him. That they both felt so bad.

Sighing, Minho leaned his head against Jisung's shoulder.

"Baby, we're working on it together, just not today, okay?"

Jisung nodded and reached for Minho's hand.

"I love you," Jisung murmured sadly.

"I love you too, baby!"

Carefully, Minho let himself sink backwards and pulled Jisung with him, so that he finally lay half on him.

Jisung closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

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"It's been a while, hmm?" Chan asked with a grin and provocatively pressed his pelvis against Changbin's.

He felt exactly how aroused Changbin was and shamelessly took advantage of it by rubbing his pelvis against his.

"Baby," moaning, Changbin put his hands on Chan's butt and tried to pull him closer.

Grinning, Chan retreated.

"You really want me, hmm?"

"Baby stop teasing," Changbin whimpered and tried to pull Chan back to him.

Laughing, Chan dodged him and pushed his knee between Changbin's legs. Moaning Changbin tried to push his pelvis against Chans knee.

"Say it."

Changbin suppressed the drag to curse and to simply pull Chan back to himself. That was the Chan he knew and he knew that he only would get what he wanted when he gave in to Chan.

"Fuck baby, I want you!" he murmured and feeling himself blushing right away.

Satisfied, smiling, Chan leaned over him and kissed him. Hard and demanding.

Chan was right, it had been a damn long time since they had had some time together. Even before Jisung was kidnapped, they had spent most of their time in the studio, practicing choreos and lyrics until they had internalized the process. And produced songs on the side. There was simply no time left for togetherness.

"And what exactly do you want from me, handsome?"

Changbin bit his lower lip and shook his head.

"You know exactly how it works. If you don't pronounce it, you won't get it either."

Grinning, Chan raised his eyebrows and waited. He gently kissed Changbin wherever he could reach his skin, but not on the mouth. Stroke gently over his skin. Bite in his neck.

With clenched teeth, Changbin tried to suppress a moan. Because even if he wanted Chan, he didn't want to give him what he demanded.

"Say it, I'm getting impatient," Chan moaned and buried his fingers in Changbin's thighs while he bit his shoulder and then sucked on the sensitive skin. Changbin's neck was now covered with hickeys.

Changbin groaned. He wanted Chan so much. Needed him so much. Finally he gave in moaning.

"Fuck me," he whispered, blushing.

"Finally," Chan moaned and was about to take off Changbin's pants when he heard a loud cough not far from him.

He scared up and almost fell off the sofa when he saw Minho and Jisung standing right next to them.

"We didn't really want to bother you at all, but if we want to be with your parents in time, then we have to go now."

Jisung wanted to continue running towards the entrance and drag Minho with him, but he stood there rooted and stared at Changbin. Or rather, his neck.

He swallowed clearly visible and then forced himself to turn away. If it had been up to him, Jisung's neck would have looked similar.

"Why are you staring at me?" Changbin asked confusedly and gave Chan a questioning look.

"Um... maybe you should take a look in the mirror before we go...," Chan said and tried not to grin contentedly.

Sighing, Changbin got up and went into the bedroom.

"WHAT.... BABY NOT AGAIN..."

Now Chan couldn't hold back his grin.

"Give us five minutes, then we're ready to leave."

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