𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 🙄

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Minho leans back in his seat as one of his employees shuffles their papers so they can say their piece on the new budget plan for next quarter. It's been a long day, nearing quitting time, and Minho's using a lot of willpower in resisting the desire to end this meeting early. As the CEO, he's made up his mind about going forward with the plan as-is regardless of what Kihyun from marketing thinks. But he's not a dick, so he lets him talk, anyway. If he looks a bit bored, though - he can only offer so much.

He busies himself with doodling circles and botched shapes in the margin of his legal pad, nodding his head and humming in consideration every so often. As Kihyun is directing everyone to page four of their briefing packets, the vibration of Minho's phone in his suit jacket's pocket distracts his hand that was going to turn his page. He's redirected to slip his phone out so he can give his notifications a glimpse. He spots Jisung's contact name and a message reading baaaaaaabe above subtext that tells him there's six more messages to be read from him. He raises an eyebrow in curiosity; this is either an emergency, some typical Jisung melodrama, or six declarations of how he misses Minho and thinks he should come home now.

Turns out it's a combination of all three. When Minho taps to read through the previews of each message, he finds Jisung complaining of boredom, threats that he might actually die if Minho doesn't come home soon, and most striking of all, the most recent three.

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:36 PM]: i just got out of the bath it was rly nice^^ i'm all squeaky clean now ;)

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:36 PM]: see?

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:37 PM]: Attachment: 1 Image

Against his better, professional judgement, Minho can't help but to press in his passcode and let himself be taken to his chat with Jisung where an image so obscene nearly makes him drop his phone. He audibly gasps, softly but still heard by a few colleagues seated near him. He holds the screen of his phone to his chest to hide it not only from prying eyes but from himself - nothing in the world could have prepared him for a photo of his naked, still-wet lover on his knees in Minho's massive bed, bent over with one hand spreading himself apart to show off his perfectly prepped hole, the other hand taking the shot from behind. He had a smirk on his face because he knew exactly what he was doing. There was a fucking filter over it, too, because it was that calculated.

Minho tips his head in a wordless apology to his colleagues, bidding that they continue the meeting. Surely they assume there's an issue at home, or something, by the panicked reaction he'd had to whatever was on his phone, but he assures them everything is fine, that he just needs to take this really quick. They let it go easily enough, turning their attention to Seulgi who has some rebuttal to make about Kihyun's argument. Minho dares to look back down at his phone, shaking his head to himself at Jisung's audacity.

Minho [4:41 PM]: Han fucking Jisung

Minho [4:41 PM]: Have u lost ur mind.

Minho [4:41 PM]: I'm in a god damn meeting

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:42 PM]: yes true! any more facts u'd like to share?

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:42 PM]: maybe about how hot i look?

Minho [4:43 PM]: Ur an absolute menace

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:44 PM]: awww

kitten 🍑😻💦💕[4:44 PM]: u wanna fuck me so bad don't u daddy :)

Minho leaves him on read, rolling his eyes so hard that he fears they might actually fall out of his head. He sticks his phone back in his pocket and attempts to make it through the rest of the meeting with the image of Jisung's bare ass imprinted in his brain.