Minho moves closer to a frail Jisung. Barely able to meet the gaze of his eyes.

The closer Minho stalked towards a tied up Jisung on the bed, the more Jisung begun to visibly cower. Head bowing, breathing rate heavily increasing, and so such..

"I leave you alone for a second"Minho says comically, blowing out smoke from the blunt he smokes onto Jisung's face.

"Thank goodness detective Chan found you."

"You know why I.N finds you pretty Ji?"

"Let me tell you why... You are likely to go for a high price."

"Rich old elite men like boys like you. And I could just get you off my hands and make extra money"

"No! P-please- I'm -

"I'm going to untie you." Minho cuts him off

So he does untie him, leaving red marks behind on Jisung's pale skin. A gasp leaving Jisung's mouth when the sensation of being released from confinement comes.

Free, but still captured, Jisung backs away from Minho on the bed. Scooting further away from Minho slowly.

But it doesn't matter. In the end, the predator catches the prey.

Minho simply sits on the edge of the bed. Calmly. He picks up his blunt, lights it up, and consequently brings it to his lips. Smoking in doors. In Boa, that is thought to be as offensive as murder itself.

Jisung watches him. The smoke that floats around him. His lean muscular back. His calmness. Jisung is just watching.

Heart pounding in fear, but he watches still. Why hasn't he punished him, more so , even killed him for his attempt at running away ?

"Come here"

Nothing happens. Jisung sits still.

But the eery silence that follows reminds Jisung to get on his feet. He walks over to Minho slowly. Hesitantly.

Once he is two feet apart from Minho, he feels a hand reach out. Grabbing Jisung over Minho's lap roughly.

"Ah!" Jisung gasps in shock.

Minho has him in his lap. Jisung tries to wiggle and escape from the monster's hold, but Minho is ultimately stronger.

Veiny hands firmly but effortlessly holding him down.

"Sit still. Let me tell you a story." Minho says sickly sweet, after dragging out a puff of his blunt.

The strong aroma of it invades Jisung's nostrils when Minho blows smoke onto his face.

"Your boss reported that you're missing. You are going to be all over newspapers and shit. Now it's just easier if you permanently disappear...solve all my troubles " Minho explains.

"Say something Ji" He continues, blowing more smoke in Jisung's direction.

So much smoke that he coughs when it settles into his breathing canals.

"But... you're not too bad. You may come in handy. So I'll keep you " Minho says once again after being met with only silence and panicked breathing.

Jisung can't concentrate. He wiggles more to free himself from Minho's lap. He can feel the very thing he saw in the shower that day.

"This is the last time this happens Ji'baby. You will leave when I tell you to"

The soft voice Minho speaks in is so deceiving.

Deceiving because, he maneuvers Jisung to lay idle on his lap. Deceiving because Jisung always underestimates Minho's strength.

"What are you-

"Shut it"

He'll never underestimate Minho's strength again.

Never again, because shock and yells spill out of Jisung when he feels the sweatpants he is wearing lowering abruptly along with the briefs too.

Thwack!

Loud, unexpected and stinging. That's how Minho spanked Jisung's ass. Bare.

"Uhhhhh!! Why..." Jisung is screaming at this point. The spot Minho smacked is hot and stinging in pain. So painful.

Minho laughs like the maniac he is.

Nonetheless, he forcefully slaps Jisung's right buttcheek again. Same spot. Same pain. Increased impact. More tears.

"Min-minho'ah Please... no...ahhh" Jisung, at this point, is whimpering in pain. Trying to keep his tears at bay.

"I'll give you ten of these hmm? Count. Dare lose count, and I'll start all over again. Take the spankings like a good boy" Minho says. Not playful. Not softly. With a hushed deep voice.

Thwack.

"One-Ahhhh"

Thwack.

"T-t-two"

Thwack!

"Threeee!"

Once he reaches ten, Jisung's bottom is on fire. Muscles stinging and flexing from the pain.

Jisung is sobbing. But he is also trying to suppress his moans when he feels Minho's hands massage over his bare flash soothingly with a cool substance.

"So pretty in red...left my mark on you Jisung" Minho marvels, pride laced in his tone.

"Ngh...uhh"

"No running" Minho boldly says. Still massaging the younger's reddened ass.

"No running" Jisung whimpers out.

A/N
Should I put a disclaimer....on like chapters like these? Lol

Anywho, That one Vegas song.

Short chapter....as always unedited.