The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter eighty-four

cw:
nsfw but not smut.

(well, depends on what you constitute as smut. just scroll past if you don't wanna read it. i'll add an indicator when it ends. you're all nasty, though. you'll read it. i know you will LMAO)

This is new.

Knocking on our bedroom door to indicate my presence, Minho waved at me for only a moment before focusing back on the phone call he'd been having.

"Who are you on the phone with?" I whispered.

Minho ignored this.

"Who are you talking to?"

He waved me off dismissively and continued listening to whoever was on the other line. I rolled my eyes and set my things down, curling my upper lip in disgust at him although he wasn't looking at me. I plugged my phone in and took my cardigan off, tossing it in the hamper. I undid my belt and threw it on the floor by the bed, much too annoyed to put it away or do anything with it. I tried waving at him again to get his attention and sighed in exasperation when he ignored me once more.

Now, in most cases, coming home to see your boyfriend on the phone wouldn't be that big of a deal. Obviously, it's normal for our partners to talk to other people. There isn't anything wrong with that. It'd be incredibly toxic and possessive of me to not want him talking to anyone else and quite frankly, I wish he would talk to other people more often than he does.

Except my boyfriend hates being on the phone with every fiber of his being and he looks like he's relatively enjoying this phone call.

Drastic times call for drastic measures.

I sat down on the edge of bed and leaned back just enough for Minho to see if he felt so inclined to look, sliding my pants off with a dramatic sigh of relief. I took my shirt off and tossed both my pants and shirt in that hamper with the flick of my wrist. Turning my head back to see if I'd gotten his attention yet, I realized his eyes hadn't moved from the same place for before. Realizing that I needed to go all out, I took off my boxers and crawled over to where he'd been sitting against the headboard. Boldly, I straddled his lap and ground my hips up against his length once before leaning my head down to kiss his neck.

Minho gasped and cleared his throat, quickly apologizing to whoever it was on the other end of the line, "I am so sorry. Something just came up. Can we continue this tomorrow...? Yeah, yeah...No, that sounds great...We'll chat then. Mmhm. Yeah. Bye, now."

I chuckled lowly when he hung up, "Who was that?"

"I feel like I've seen this in my dreams."

"What, me randomly getting on top of you naked?"

He grabbed my ass with one hand and ran a hand up my back with his other hand, "Why does it feel like some of these have been healing unevenly?"

"Sometimes when I'm lonely and can't get my hands on you, I open some of them up and touch myself to the thought of you."

"That-," Minho paused to chuckle, "That is the nastiest thing I've ever heard you say to me."

"Says the one that got hard hearing it," I purred, leaning my head back down to kiss his neck again.

"I was on the phone with my CTO, asshole."

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"I'm enjoying this way more."

"You sure about that?"

Minho bit his lip, "Mmhm."

"You wouldn't pay any attention to me."