Tell me when ur going to let me in || minsung

Felix

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He watched Jeongin and Minho walk over to another person, completely forgetting about him. He almost wanted to be angry, but Jeongin did warn him that Minho wanted to get laid. He felt hopeless at the current moment, Minho always shoving him off to go fuck a random stranger again. It was always like this.

But instead of making a huge deal out of it, Han stayed quiet. He had a bit of a crush on Minho, if he was completely honest with himself, but he never said anything about it to anyone. Not even to Jeongin, who was one of his best friends, along with Chan and Changbin.

But Minho and Han had a different dynamic. They were more chill, they never had to talk to each other to know what was going on. When Minho had gotten dumped out of his 3 year relationship, Han had been there to comfort him, even when he hadn't even mentioned what he was so sad over. He just knew.

He knew Minho liked him, but not as much as he liked Minho. That was almost impossible.

He chugged another shot, his brain getting foggy. The drink tasted terrible, but he at least gotten something into his system. His eyes were brought over to where that boy was, and he saw Minho already touching his waist, while Jeongin was on the side, not interested anymore.

His heart ached at the sight, forcing himself not to cry or give any sort of reaction. He didn't want to be weak, especially when he was in such a vulnerable place.

Just as he was about to get up, a hand wrapped around his waist. The fingers of the man were warm, big, welcoming. The next thing he felt was how tall this stranger was leaning against him. His eyes glazed over the man, and he was met with the most gorgeous face he had laid his eyes on.

"What's a pretty puppy like you doing alone?" The man spoke smoothly, looking down at Han.

He almost melted at the voice this guy had, not to mention him calling Han a puppy? It made his head spin even more, forcing his tail not to wag at the pet name.

"I'm- I'm with other people," he decided to say, leaning further into the heat of the black haired stranger.

"I don't see them?" He raised his eyebrow, looking around.

"They went off," his ears went flat against his hair, almost pouting but catching it to not embarrass himself.

"Ah, I'm sorry puppy," he sighed, letting his hand off of Jisung's body, taking a seat right next to him, "I'm Hyunjin, by the way."

"I'm Han Jisung, you can call me Jisung though," he replied, smiling.

Hyunjin seemed interested in his teeth, glancing down near his lips. He looked away, however, and ordered a drink from the bartender, before his eyes met Han's yet again.

"You look gorgeous," Han spoke first this time, his head tilting up.

"You do too, Jisung," he smiled, grabbing onto the drink he ordered.

Han smiled back, his cheeks getting warmer at the praise. His tail, yet again, was starting to slowly pump. Overwhelmed, he glared to the side of Hyunjin, his heart sinking when he finds the blondie and Minho making out.

The stranger's body was small and petite, something Jisung wished he had. He also had confidence and experience, grinding on the other like his life depended on it. He felt like he was watching a porno, or the start of one, Minho's hand reaching down to grab onto the blonde's ass. Everything about him was perfect. He was practically meant for Minho.

He hadn't noticed he was staring, too caught up in his own world to recognize the person sitting in front of him caught on.

"You like him, don't you?" Hyunjin asked, gulping down a bit of his drink.