#kidnapped ° hyunho ✓

five

- in which gen z hyunjin teaches gangster jeongin how to serve -

lee minho respected consent, which left hyunjin extremely happy with his choice of a crush.

obviously turned on, he had asked hyunjin if he wanted to move things to minho's bedroom, but after hyunjin had explained that he was a virgin and that he was not ready to submit his body to sexual objectification, minho had backed off immediately, saying that he would wait. 

now, hyunjin was in one of the guest rooms, waiting for something exciting to happen. changbin had suggested that they tie his hands and lock him in the room. however, hyunjin had pointed out that this violated his basic human rights, so the gangsters had given up on this idea. 

the room was spacious and luxuriously decorated, and had a huge pride flag hung on the wall. lee minho knew what he was doing. a woke daddy.

hyunjin sighed dreamily. swoon. he was not even angry about skipping abstract art class anymore.

a tall, handsome young man in a sleeveless top entered the room. to hyunjin, he was not as attractive as minho, but he still whistled because: "damn, you're servin'!"

the young gangster blinked. "um yeah? here's your food." he placed a tray full of dishes on the coffee table in front of hyunjin.

paying the food, which smelled deliciously, no attention, hyunjin gasped as he stared in shock at the gangster. "wait, how many years young are you?"

"twenty-one," jeongin deadpanned.

"you're a gen z, and you don't know what servin' means?" hyunjin exclaimed. who had raised this guy?

confused, jeongin looked at the tray of food and then back at hyunjin: "i know what it means."

hyunjin scoffed dismissively. "i'm not talkin' about servin' food. i'm talkin' about serving" – he stretched the word – "you know."

he jumped up from the couch.

"let me show you!"

staring jeongin straight in the eyes, hyunjin sexily and slowly removed the hair tie from his ponytail, letting his silky hair fall smoothly. still giving the gangster an undressing look, he crouched in a twerk pose, moving his hips as provocatively as possibly, bit his lip, and sent jeongin a wink.

"this is what it means to serve," he said proudly, standing up.

jeongin had never exited a room that fast before.

finally noticing the food that he had– well, served, hyunjin's eyes widened. his previously chill expression transformed into one of outrage in a second. "yah!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "what the fuck is this?"

changbin and felix burst into the room. "what's wrong?"

hyunjin pointed at the food, his expression now disgusted. "what the fuck is this?"

the gangsters saw the dinner of their dreams on that tray: pork strips, fried chicken, kimchi stew, and beer. furthermore, they knew that all of this was prepared by minho, who was a great cook and their boss, so had it been a hundred times less tasty, they would have still eaten it.

"dinner?" felix answered hyunjin's question.

hyunjin scoffed. "you call this dinner? this ain't it, chief. this is a future eco catastrophe. it's not vegan. it's not gluten-free. it's not lactose-free. it's not organically grown–"

"it's lactose-free," changbin said miserably and leaned out of the way just on time for the plate of pork strips that hyunjin threw at him to miss his head.

"tell minho!" he whisper-yelled to felix as he threw himself on the floor to avoid the pot of kimchi stew.

felix was out of the room in a second.

minho walked in only two minutes later with jeongin in tow.

the gang leader did not seem to notice the soiled cutlery flying through the air and changbin cowering behind the wardrobe.

"did i add too much salt to the kimchi stew?" he asked hyunjin.

"someone added too much salt when he made hyunjin," changbin wailed from the corner. "minho-hyung, let's return him to bang chan. please!"

"we'll lose face," minho pointed out, "and i kinda like him." he turned to jeongin. "go buy him something um, lactose, vegan-free, and gluten grown, and serve."

"serve?" jeongin sent hyunjin a knowing smile and, in front of changbin and minho's salad, stretched into the most sensual split that the gang's hideout had ever seen.

hyunjin grinned at him. "you passed the vibe check."

minho sighed as he gazed at the wallpapers covered in kimchi stew and chicken grease. "no, i don't like you. i want to kill you."

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