friends with benefits | minsung

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after jisung heard minho leave, he let out a shaky breath. this whole friends with benefits thing was getting harder for him by the day. especially with how crude his family has become against gay people. he was becoming more and more scared everyday that they were going to get caught.

like what if they forgot to lock the door? what if someone came home and they didn't hear? what would they say if they did get caught? would they be disowned?

it was piles and piles of questions stacked high in jisung's mind surrounding his and minho's "relationship". he was scared for minho, more than himself. he knew minho's family was a lot more hateful towards the lgbtq+ community.

jisung was scared about getting caught himself, but he was terrified for minho. because minho was his best friend above everything. the most important person in his life was the elder and he wasn't going to let minho's life be torn down because they were some horny teens.

but jisung was being selfish. he wanted to keep up with his and minho's activities, although there were great risks. but he simply didn't care, and that could possibly ruin both if their lives one day.

jisung stepped out of the shower and went up to the fogged up mirror after wrapping a towel around his waist. he wiped away the foggy mist on the mirror so he could look at himself.

what he saw frustrated him. he had dark hickeys on his collar bones and two lighter ones on his neck. dammit minho! he cursed the older in his head. he had specifically told minho at the beginning of all this that he didn't want to be marked anywhere that would be visible. he didn't mind if it was his chest or stomach, but his neck? that was completely off limits because that's when questions arose.

he ran his hand through his hair, stressing out. he could either sneak into his sisters room and grab make up or he could slip on a big hoodie. he took a deep breath before creaking the bathroom door open to see if anyone was home. and thank goodness, he was still home alone.

jisung quickly ran into his room and got dressed quickly, throwing on a big hoodie to see if it would cover him up. which it did when he tied the strings at the top, and that was good enough for him. he then proceeded to take out his phone and angrily text minho.

jisungie 👀💞:
hey asshole.
you fucking marked my neck!
read @5:58pm

minhoo 💛🥴:
oh whoopss.. did i really? (;
read @6:00pm

jisungie 👀💞:
yes you did, you bitch! what if my parents see it, huh?
read @6:02pm

minhoo 💛🥴:
just say it was some girl you hooked up with. your parents wouldn't be mad about that, right?
read @6:05pm

jisungie 👀💞:
i mean i guess... but still, i'm pissed at you! don't fucking mark me like that again. >:(
read @6:06pm

minhoo 💛🥴:
okay baby cheeks, i won't 😂
read @6:07

jisung set his phone down, deciding that was a good place to leave the conversation. he wasn't as mad anymore, honestly he didn't know why he had gotten so heated about it. it was something that could easily be covered up... he just decided he was being paranoid.

"jisung! we're home!" he heard his mother call from downstairs.

he got out of his bed and headed downstairs to see his parents and little sister coming in.

"hey. you bring dinner?" he asked bluntly and kinda of bratty. what could he do? he was grumpy and tired.

"hello to you too sassy pants. but yes, we brought home food." his mother smiled and held up a bag of take out. "your sister up there too? or is she still at her friends?"