hostage // minsung

9 (M)

// sexual activity, cussing

The next day, Minho brought Jisung food and water and fed him as usual. They didn't talk much today, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. He didn't give any indication that anything had happened between them yesterday, so Jisung didn't feel the need to act awkwardly.

The glasses of water made their way through, and Jisung said, "I have to go to the bathroom." It was usually Chan or Felix who helped Jisung to the bathroom, but Minho knew what to do as well.

Before, when they were still keeping Jisung tied up regularly, they had thought about keeping Jisung's hands tied when he used the toilet. But they considered how much of an ordeal that would've been with him struggling to pull his pants up and to wash his hands.

So every time Jisung needed to go, someone went in the bathroom with him.

Jisung cringed as Minho stood in the bathroom, his head tilted down at the floor with his arms crossed in front of his body.

"Why do you have to be in here?" the younger whined. "It's not like there's anything in here to use." The ceramic toothbrush holders had been removed as had the metal towel rack and shower curtain rod. The window in the bathroom was permanently taped up as they often had to keep hostages and direct them to this bathroom, so artificial lights had to be on no matter what time of day they went to the bathroom.

"Don't downplay your skills, you could make a weapon out of a towel." Minho smirked at the tiled floor. "And it's not like I haven't seen your dick, so suck it up."

"Yeah, I will be," Jisung muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

As Jisung took his time washing his hands to stall for when he needed to be tied up again, he thought about what Minho had said. He flushed at Minho's acknowledgment that he had in fact rubbed Jisung off, and didn't know whether he should feel ashamed or embarrassed.

Minho brought him out of the bathroom holding his hands behind his back until they got inside the room and locked the door behind them.

Minho was considering whether to tie Jisung's arms back when he noticed something. Yesterday, Jisung had bit down on his lips, his eyes watering from his teeth and the pain of the hot wax. At this moment, he licked his bleeding lips, which were still chapped from the day of torture.

Minho couldn't help but stare. "Can I help you with that?"

"What do you mean - !" Jisung let out a cry as Minho grazed his thumb over his lips. Minho's eyes flickered over the younger's face, taking it all in. Jisung was even more beautiful up close, with wide, innocent-looking eyes and cute chubby cheeks. Oh, how Minho wanted to ravage him. 

The older stayed pulled away for a moment, unsure of whether Jisung wanted more, but Jisung automatically gripped Minho's shirt to have something for his shaking hands to hold, pulling him in as close as possible. Minho didn't waste any time, enveloping the other's lips in a kiss, swaying as they stood. Minho's hair curled into the other's blue hair, finally getting to pat it. Jisung, on the other hand, was much less experienced and had his heart beating out of his chest. He moved his hands from the brunette's shirt to his waist, gripping it just as tightly. 

They pulled apart to breathe, looking into each other's eyes. Jisung had absolutely no idea what was going on. His body acted to his own accord and pulled Minho back for more. He had no idea how he felt about Minho, just that kissing him felt so, so good. His jaw ached as though he was hungry. He could feel the brunette smile as he pressed his lips against his own.

Minho started off gently, before delving into a deeper kiss, biting his bottom lip. Jisung moaned in pain at the slight stinging sensation of his broken lips. "You're the devil, Minho," he gasped.

The older smiled to himself and took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside Jisung's mouth, making him moan in pleasure with a deeper, more passionate kiss. He straddled him as they ended up on top of each other on the floor and ground into him.

It seemed like things were going to be taken to the next level when Minho suddenly pulled away, making Jisung whine in surprise and desperation. He ignored his cries, and took his first cat's collar out of his back pocket and fastened it around Jisung's neck.

"See you soon," he said quietly, before shutting the door behind him, leaving a very confused Jisung to tend to his swollen lips.

Minho was actually a sucker for cuddles, kisses, the usual aftercare. A memory of past lovers, including Seungmin, nuzzling the back of his neck and shoulder suddenly flitted into his mind. But he felt weirdly vulnerable just thinking about kissing Jisung. He felt strangely insecure, worried about Jisung rejecting him.

So he left.

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The next morning, while the group, minus Jisung and Chan, were eating breakfast in the small kitchen. Hyunjin and Jeongin were perched on the countertop while the rest of them sat at a rough wooden table.

Chan walked into the kitchen, depositing the dishes "Uh, Minho," he asked, "Why does Jisung have a collar on?"

The others all immediately turned to Minho and started snickering.

"Already claimed him as your pet?" Hyunjin asked.

Minho closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself under control. His voice sounding strained, he asked, "Chan, why would you say that in front of everyone?"

"What?" Chan grinned innocently. "I didn't know it would be something . . . embarrassing."

"Asshole," Minho muttered.

"That's pretty kinky," Changbin smirked.

"Honestly, it's not embarrassing. You could go at it right here and now and no one would bat an eye. Everyone is so open about who's fucking who," Seungmin said observantly.

"Not you and Minho though," Felix quickly added.

"Shut the fuck up Lixie."

"Ooh, hit a nerve?" Jeongin grinned. "We'll be sure to keep that for future reference."

"Did 2min get divorced? Why aren't y'all fucking anymore?" Chan asked.

"Maybe we are, and I just force him to be quiet," Minho said.

Changbin gave his signature yell. "Oh damn, a top!" 

Seungmin felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy. He knew that Minho had found someone else, and that he and Minho hadn't fucked in a while anyway. But it made him feel strangely inadequate to know that their sexual relationship was over. He felt sort of foolish, as if he'd liked Minho more than he liked him, even though the older had come onto him.

Hiding his feelings, Seungmin just rolled his eyes in response to their questions. "My hands work just fine."

"You can't tell me that you don't want to make out," Changbin said disbelievingly.

Minho and Seungmin looked at each other for a moment with slightly disgusted expressions before looking away again. They had an understanding that they enjoyed fucking each other, but weren't exactly attracted to each other. The fucking and making out was just convenient, a little benefit to their friendship. Well, more like a big benefit, but you get the point.

"Speak for yourself, Binnie," Minho said. "Don't tell me Felix hasn't kissed you yet."

Chan folded his arms together as if to contain his jealousy. This did not go unnoticed by Changbin, who smirked at him. "I'll never tell."