Smut-(not really.... just a little) lol

"What do you want Jisung?"

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"Answer me "

"I can't "

"Of course you can. Tell me what you want Ji...you did a good job today... tell me what you want and I'll give it to you"

What did he want ? To be finally freed and taken back home ? To call his worried uncle ? To forget that any of this ever happened?

Well, yes.

But right now, what he wants is a distraction. A feeling that isn't fear, worry or indifference.

"You know what I want" Jisung countered, in hushed tone. Breathy and needy.

He's coy. He's straddling Minho's lap. He hides his head into Minho's chest. It feels warm and hard. Minho has a body many would kill for. That's uncontested.

"So we're fucking tonight then ?"

"I-what-how...would you even-"

Minho laughed. And Jisung hit his chest. He wasn't used to this. Used to having someone with him like this. Minho's affection felt good, and he'd never say out loud, but didn't want it to not happen.

Uncle Taerae talks about once in a lifetime incidents and how when occur, one will know. One must take full advantage of these experiences according to his wisdom. One must grab the flying dove by it's wings, before it passes them by.

Sinning with Minho, the resident sinner of Sincity, was a once in a lifetime incident for Jisung. That's sounds sick. But the feeling remains. The need to explore Minho's devilish desire doesn't die. It stays.

"How!? I'll tell you how. I'll put in right here...up until you're shaking and crying because of how good it feels." Minho punctuated his words by rubbing on Jisung's butt suggestively.

Jisung's eyes went wide. Bulging almost. Blood rushed straight to his core awakening a neediness he's never felt before.... pulsating with unwarranted shockwaves. It was like his own damn body was betraying him.

"Why me!? Why can't I do it to you?" Jisung still found the gull to shriek against the man's chest stubbornly.

"Because I'm daddy"

"You really have no shame...." Jisung made a disgusted face at the revelation.

And when Minho laughed heartily at his own antics, Jisung softly smiled along, wanting to suppress his laughter.

"I'm joking baby.....We'll figure it out together. For now, let me make you feel good yeah?"

Jisung wanted to be called by his name. Jisung. Not baby. But the word 'baby' had otherly effects on him. It had him feeling so small and vulnerable in Minho's arms. It made him made feel like it was safe to feel that way, even if he was in a dangerous criminal's embrace.

Jisung blinked twice. Let out a deep breath. And then finally nodded his head ever so shy.

Minho grins at the invitation. And he kisses Jisung again, and it's hot and it's fierce and.....His hands continue to palm Jisung's ass, and Jisung only hid his head lower at the feeling of being aroused by this.

"Jisung'ahh your ass is so soft...So fucking soft baby....makes me want to..." He stopped his praise, only to look the younger directly in the eye.

"Can I?" Minho was asking for permission.

Jisung understood this much.

"That's grammatically incorrect" Jisung answered with little conviction of his own words.

"Okay I'm sorry.....May I touch you there Ji ?"

Jisung only nodded with a coy smile.

And soon the familiar deft feel of Minho's hands palmed Jisung's clothed crotch, to which Jisung immediately let out a hiss.

Something between them had changed at that moment. Fuck the promise Minho made not to ever advance with Jisung.

Jolts shoot up through Jisung's body, straight down to his stomach. It's only a faint, yet firm hold on his member that had him writhing like this.

With a sly smile, Minho begun to pump the obviously hot erection in his hand tentively and tightly through the younger's clothes. It all felt incredible for the first time.

Jisung instinctively begun to hump and thrust into the hand. It felt so good.

"You're so responsive to me.... You like how it feels ?" Minho taunted in a dark chuckle. His breath tingled down Jisung's slender exposed neck, and goosebumps rose proudly down the expanse of smooth skin that made up Jisung.

"Mhm hmmm..." Jisung moaned out loud, clutching onto Minho's chest with need to grip at anything to feel sane... his hands traveled down Minho's chest, nails scraping and digging into tough skin.

"You're driving me crazy Ji!" Minho exhaled, picking up the speed in his strokes over the clothed erection.

Apron still on, and everything. Jisung had a chilling suspicion Minho had a certain liking to costumes.

It made Jisung weaken in the knees. Feel euphoric shockwaves of pleasure pulse in his penis and clenching hole.

That carven all of a sudden felt empty. Jisung wanted something in there....

And Jisung came violently with a shudder, ruining his boxers and pants.

"Next time I'll take off all clothes and show you the taste of heaven when you let me.... let's get you cleaned baby...."

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Sundays end. And Mondays come along like a swinging bat.

In the moment, it feels like happiness can never end. No one wants it to end, and yet the feeling of euphoria does end. Like cold water to the face after a nap, it's brutally rude in its awakening.

No one talks about what happens after.

Jisung wasn't going to try to talk about it after.

Life as a kidnapped hostage would go on as per usual. Minho wasn't his anything, and he frequently tried to remind himself of this in his mind.

The two are in his car. It's Monday morning. Minho said he's going to introduce Jisung to the gang. He said they'll be making a move from Stayville City very soon.

Another sugary cutesy song plays as per Minho's enjoyment. He sings along and Jisung gives him the side eye. It's their thing .

"You're going back to not talking to me ?"

"I have nothing to say" Jisung rolled his eyes with every word.

"You had things to say yesterday when I was-"

"Minho" Jisung warned in embarrassment and shame..

They had parked infront of huge pearly gates that opened after Minho made a call.
The car drove over smooth tar, into what can only be described as wealth.

"Okay...we won't talk about it. Let's go inside yeah?" Minho wasn't really asking of course, he huddled his arm around Jisung, leading him into Jeongin's home.

Jeongin, like Felix was monied beyond Jisung's imagination of what wealth can look like.

Wealth looks like huge castle like houses. Wealth smells like purified air. Wealth looked pearly gates, greenery of Boa, sparkle in ceramic, old statues and fresh fountains.

They enter, after a man Minho regarded as John, let them into the house to meet Jeongin sat along with a group of people. Immediately, Jisung was able to recognise Felix, snuggling into Jeongin's arm as they sat on the carpeted floor. He sees two girls, planted on the sofa conversing as they sip from red cups.

"Hannie! Hi Jisung...." Felix squealed as he hopped out of Jeongin's hold.

Jeongin only shook his head with a knowing smirk, as he watched Felix hop all the way to the guests.

"Hi...." Jisung chuckled as he was soon smothered by Felix and his tight hugs.

It felt warm and good.

Felix really was a ray of sunshine when he wasn't threatening people with a firearm. That's just a little flaw of his.

"I'm here too ?" Minho tried with a dry tone, as he walked past the two sudden best friends.

To no surprise he wasn't only ignored, but left standing alone in the passageway.

When did these two get so close?

"Were you scared? When I left you that day? I wanted to say bye but I couldn't.... too many people crying and that lady's horrible singing" Felix ranted with genuine irritation. He looked so adorable pouting over something like that.

"Well..uhm-" Jisung tried to not let his mind think of the fact that he participated in robbing a local restaurant. All that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, because Felix only gently tugged at Jisung to lead into the main lounge area the others were sitted in.

"Do you want some rum ? I'll get you some rum....Oh, before I forget that's Julie and Yunjin, and uh well... you know Jeongin already.....They all work closely with your man" Felix had a million things to say per second.

Your man.

Jisung's eyes caught sight of Julie, whom spotted luscious long brown hair, and had charming dimpled smile as she waved at Jisung softly.

Yunjin, didn't smile or wave, she stared blankly at the newcomer. She was so pretty too, in an intimidating way. Or maybe it was her wavy red hair that spoke beautiful intimidation into Jisung's heart.

"Hi.... I'm Han Jisung... nice to meet you you all" Jisung started, just like he would greet newcomers at The Bakery.

"Omg.... He's adorable Jin.....like I can see why Minho keeps him around"Julie gushed, patting space on the sofa for Jisung to sit at.

Jisung doesn't know if the new people he just met are aware that he isn't exactly here in a foreign city at his own accord.

Jisung hesitantly sits in the middle of the girls. Julie smiles at him, and offers him a bowl containing crinkled chips.

A/N
Still in my flop era😭

Kissy ?

Anywho afterschool by weeekly at the very end