#kidnapped ° hyunho ✓

seven

- in which gen z hyunjin's love life is finally a w -

"that's a w," hyunjin told the gangster. "i like you too. you're my first gangster, and you're so hot."

minho stood up and leaned on the table, his face now close to hyunjin's. "there were others before me, huh? just not gangsters?"

hyunjin put the notebook aside. "are you salty? jealousy's a huge red flag, you know, because it shows an underlyin' control problem."

minho' head began to spin.

"that bein' said," hyunjin added, "your possessiveness fits the daddy vibes, and you're a total king who respects consent, and you don't have any other red flags, so yeah, i've not simped for anyone as much as i do for you. let's date."

minho's head stopped spinning. it was great that hyunjin did not think that being a gangster is a red flag, but there still was a serious problem: "what about your brother? he'll kill me."

hyunjin snorted. "my brother's overcome the culture of toxic patriarchy. he respects my choices."

"um okay then." minho scratched his nape awkwardly. he did not know what to do now. he totally wanted hyunjin, but he was afraid that he would offend him. he was new to the whole respectful, take things slowly thing. as a gang leader, he had been into hoes and bdsm so far.

"okay."

"okay."

hyunjin slammed his fist on the table. "when will you ask if you can kiss me?" he exclaimed.

minho did not need to be asked twice. "can i kiss you?" he whispered, his breath tickling hyunjin's lips.

"fuck yeah," hyunjin whisper-yelled back and closed his eyes.

his fingers gently tipping hyunjin's chin upwards, minho smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss that was low-key sending hyunjin into the territory of horny, and romantic, thoughts.

he smiled into the kiss as minho climbed over the table to pull hyunjin closer to himself.

yes, minho was dank: he knew that consent was sexy, and he was a snack. hyunjin had pulled a w boyfriend. periodt.

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