the blood witch • l.mh x h.js

6

"nothing of the greater good comes without struggle and sacrifice in equal measure."
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hours had passed.

it was currently pouring and jisung hadn't moved a muscle. he was soaked to the brim and didn't care, he just wanted minho.

he blinked quickly and he was back in the house, along with minho leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.

"the fuck were you thinking? trying to get killed out there?"

jisung gasped slightly, bringing his head up to look at the person he wanted to see so badly.
he held out his arms, praying that minho would give him a hug.

"minho.."

minho sighed, going over and wrapping his arms around his shoulders tightly as jisung's arms went to his waist.

"don't do that again. i was so upset."

minho nodded, chills going down his spine as the fingers rubbed his sides. "okay, don't make me mad again, then."

the witch wanted to stay in the strong hold forever and just completely break down. it made him feel safe and protected.

he couldn't, he hated crying in front of people. minho pulled off of jisung, turning and picking up a glass and handing it to the younger.

"couldn't you have just made it appear?"

"my magic is still very weak, jisung. it has to heal over time."

jisung gave him a small smile. "do you need a kiss? for healing purposes?" minho quirked an eyebrow, feeling the hands return to his waist.

"you know? i think i'm okay."

jisung scoffed and slowly released minho's waist when another pair of hands grasped his own to keep them on the waist.

"i was kidding."

the blond gave him a smile, pressing their lips together as minho brought his hands up to jisung's nape.

jisung pushed his back against the counter and minho pulled away, holding his back. "yeah, break my back, why don't you."

"is that an offer? 'cause i would make it arch back so far, it would snap in half."

minho quirked an eyebrow, giving a small smirk. "really now? mm, okay."

he gasped as he was picked up suddenly and his back was on the kitchen counter. "right here? you want people to look through the window and see you begging for me?"

minho gulped, and his legs were gripped so they rested separately on jisung's shoulders. he was pulled by his thighs and he slowly exhaled as jisung leant down close to his face.

"do you admit that i could have you saying please for me?"

minho gritted his teeth. "i don't beg for anyone."
the latter hummed, sliding his fingers up and down his thighs, pressing light kisses to his ankle.

"is that a challenge?"

the two glanced at each other with heavy gazes and jisung slowly moved his hand down until it reached minho's stomach.