Red Lights- Bang Chan × Hwang Hyunjin

Lee Minho

"This is the place?" Hyunjin asked looking at the old door.

"Let's find out." Jisung said and rang the bell. They were in a far corner of Seoul and there were barely anyone around.

There was no reply and Jisung impatiently banged on the door.

"Are you sure you came to the right place Han Jisung?"

"Stop being moody, Hwan-"

"Who the fuck is braking my door?" The door swung open with a scold willingly coming out at them.

A man, with autumn hair stood infront of them, cat eyes gleaming with mystery and magic. His slim frame was covered with a bright emerald green silk shirt, tucked under black jeans and a chain snaked around his neck.

"Han Jisung, a nephilim. Felix must have told you about us." Jisung said stepping forward and staring at the warlock intensely.

"Oh yeah. Yeah. He did tell. You must be Hwang Hyunjin." The man said and Hyunjin only nodded. "Come in."

The two nephilim stepped in, welcomed with a sweet aroma of lighted candles. Three cats lay on the couch, slumped on each other sleepily.

The living room was an absolute madness. It was decorated with a lot of glimmering and sparkly objects. It was the most odd thing at the most odd place yet it was perfectly fitted.

"Your house is very fancy." Jisung complimented, drawing a random giggle.

"I love fancy stuff and I'm Lee Minho, high warlocks of Seoul." The warlocks introduced himself while pouring wine in to three glass which were apparently there and handed it to the two boys before settling himself on an arm chair. "You are going to stand like that?"

Jisung chuckled at Minho's tone and took a seat along with his parabatai who was sulking that the two were being way too sweet infront of him.

"Why are you here?" Minho asked, taking interesting glances at Jisung and scanning him up and down.

"We need you to summon a demon." Hyunjin said, finally taking part of the conversation and he was tired.

Tired of crying....

Tired of hating...

Tired of loving...

"You are demanding me the impossible." The warlock racked his hair back a few times.

"I don't think it's impossible for someone like you." Smirked Jisung, tilting his head and he licked his lips as he took in the beauty of the warlock

"To do impossible it comes with a price."

Hyunjin felt dumb between the two and he cleared his throat, reminding them that he was there. "Keep your hormones for later when my work is done."

Minho blushed, staring down at his half finished glass.

"Come back tomorrow." He said and Hyunjin stared at him unbelievably. "If you want it done, come back tomorrow."

"What do you mean come back tomorrow?" The long haired nephilim questioned.

"I'm taking the price tonight and if it's good I'll open my door for you. And you..." Minho pointed at Han, who raised brow. "Stay."

"I'm having a little bit of trust on you and if you plan on misleading us, I'm ripping that head of yours." Hyunjin spat with a piercing glare but Minho didn't even seem to be shaken.

With that Hyunjin scoffed, barging out of the house while closing the door with a loud bang. He felt angry and betrayed at the same time. But he also wanted to laugh, knowing that Jisung was an absolute horn dog and that he was using it to help him get Chan.

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Jisung stood silently watching the other's steps towards him, slowly approaching and carefully holding his shoulders to look up at him, and he couldn't help but give in to his reflexive need in his palms and wrap his arms around Minho's waist.

"The door is unlocked if you want to go..." Minho whispered, further sliding his hand up in to the dark hair to firmly lock them for split second in his fist but before he could feel Jisung's hot breath fanning over his face.

"If I wanted to go, I would have left long ago." Cupping Minho's face, he kissed, lazily beginning with short pecks and pulls later turning in to burning touches lingering here and there. He was haste with his way towards the couch, pushing the boy down on to it as he hovered over, chastely pushing his tongue in to be curious of the drugged taste of wine and something magical. Minho sighed breathily when the kiss was stopped and looked up at Jisung who was already staring back at him.

"Do you know how gorgeous you are?"

He shook, lips parting when Jisung's finger tips traced the path from the jaw down to his neck.

"Absolutely breathtaking. You should know that you could just make a man go weak on knees and fall down infront of you."

Not that he like the compliment but he was in a hurry and Minho sat up and grabbed Jisung in for another hungry discovery. He pushed Jisung's jacket off the shoulders and dropped it carelessly on the ground going back to straddle him. Minho swore he almost whined as Jisung slid his hand in to his back pocket of the jeans.

More they kissed and marked each other the more they craved for each other, peeling of even the last fabric to get closer to as much as they could, revealing Minho's unmarked soft skin and Jisung's tattooed angelic marks.

Jisung littered Minho's chest with dark warm marks down to his stomach making him squirm underneath.

"Where is your room, baby?" Jisung spoke picking up a blushing mess.

"At the end of the corridor..."

It didn't take long for the nephilim to barge in to the room and drop themselves on to the bed and sit in between Minho, gently opening him up. Jisung smirked when the boy shuddered on his fingers.

"Look at you darling. I didn't even start yet."

"Then start already."

He chuckled and aligned, making sure Minho was alright as he push in, groaning at the grip on his shoulders. Sweat dripped from his forehead yet he eased himself and caressed the latter's sides, assuring they could go slow and that the night was still young.

"Please..."

They moved, becoming one and fitting so lovingly and occasionally stopping and kissing. Minho softly moaned every time he was railed and whimpered weakly when Jisung pin his hands above. But who was he to complain when this was more than he could ask for. They were overwhelmed, impatient, insane and becoming a mess until they were over the line and stilling with heavy breaths.

"Clean in the morning." Minho managed to say, curling up in to Jisung as soon as he dropped next to him and pecked his chest and he got a hum back and a lingering pair of lips on his forehead.