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9. Forget

forget /fər-ˈgät/
to lose the remembrance of : be unable to think of or recall

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Jisung's hands buried into Minho's hair. Somehow the guard had managed to scoot his way up Minho's thighs, perching fully on the captain's lap as he leaned in.

Minho really had needed this. He needed someone to kiss, someone to take his mind of something. Of course, he would rather do it in his own personal chambers aboard his ship, but the bare training room wasn't too bad either.

This whole scenario would be near perfect if it was a stranger sitting on him right now. Someone he'd only see once in his life so that he didn't get attached. So that there was no repercussions. Minho was a criminal, and anyone involved with him could get in trouble too. Even if it was just for a night of pleasure.

Indulging in Jisung was problematic for many reasons. The main one being that Minho didn't have that much longer. He'd overstayed his welcome in the prison, and expected the news any day. Jisung had a long life to live. Getting involved with a infamous pirate captain on his deathbed was not a smart decision.

So why did Minho not stop? Why, even if he knew it was stupid, why did he kiss Jisung harder, letting his palms slide inside the guard's shirt?

Minho broke the contact first, "We can't do this here, someone could walk in."

It was hard to say those words when Jisung looked so fucking stunning next to him. His brown hair was in disarray, his lips puffy and red, but Minho thought he'd never looked better.

"You're right." Jisung got up hurriedly, scanning the decidedly closed door. "Fuck, this was a bad idea."

"Han—" Minho reached for the guard, "No one saw. It's okay."

"Is it okay? I don't— I don't even know who I am."

"And that's okay," Minho smiled at the guard. "You don't need to know. Let's go back, and you can talk to me, if you want?"

"Sure," Jisung smiled back, restrained. Minho had never smiled this softly at someone before, hadn't received one before. He was a pirate. Pirates smirked, pirates grinned, pirates mocked, pirates did not beam at people. "I need to put back on the handcuffs, though."

Minho held his wrists outward, "Is now a bad time to mention that I have a thing for handcuffs?"

Jisung reeled backwards, "Ew. Did you get imprisoned just to satisfy your cravings?"

"You could say that— but not for the handcuffs, for the original reason I got imprisoned."

"I forgot about your sex craving," Jisung scoffed, fastening the handcuffs around Minho's wrists.

"Not exactly, more like sex deprived. Just got desperate, you know? It's obviously a source of pleasure, and it works well to forget."

Jisung looked away, "I've never had sex." He didn't ask about what Minho needed to forget. He already knew.

"Oh," he wasn't that surprised. "Are you saving it for marriage?"

The guard shook his head, leading Minho through the vast corridors. They both stayed silent, knowing it was a terrible idea to talk openly with hundreds of ears anxiously waiting for something usable for blackmail.

Once they were both safely locked inside the captain's cell, Jisung continued, "I'm not, I just haven't... been in a situation where I would do it. I was enlisted when I was fifteen, and since then I didn't really have any time. All I wanted to do was make my father proud by being the best soldier I could possibly be.