Han Jisung suffers from a traumatic childhood and has been in and out of therapy and mental institutions. Can he free himself from his pain and suffering? The one person he thought could help him ends up calling him the one thing that breaks him all...
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Mr. Lee
Thank you.
You did good.
"Well son, you better be prepared when I get home." Jisung's father spoke out loud.
Jisung's father's watchdog may seem like a complete idiot but after his trip from the store he came back and turned on his app from his phone, he had put cameras in place in the house while Jisung was at school.
Now he has all the proof he needs for Mr. Lee.
Jisung
Minho was on top of me, we were both laying on the floor. The movie we had on has long ended but Netflix continued playing whatever came on after and the tv has long since been forgotten.
As I grabbed Minho's ass, he let out a low growl, tonight is the night, and I couldn't be happier. "Min, I can't wait to have your dick inside of me." I breathed out. Minho was grinding against me and the friction between our hard ons was growing evermore, and I just needed him to fucking touch me already. "Damn Ji, where did you learn to talk like that. Here I thought you were as pure as can be." Minho said while his lips latched onto my neck.
Oh Minho, only this talk is for you and no one else. I'd be too embarrassed otherwise, but I feel at ease with you.
"Keep grabbing my ass like that and I might have to punish you." Minho smirked. "At least it would be in a good way." I replied. Minho looked up at me and I could see his saddened expression. "Fuck I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" I cut Minho off with my lips pressed onto his.
I know what he meant but he probably didn't think right at the moment. The only punishments I got were from my father and always was a beating. "Don't over think, it's okay. I'm fine honestly, I know what you meant." I smiled. "God, I don't deserve you." Minho said pulling my shirt off in the process.
