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"Nailed it!" Nicole Byer's voice rang out through the apartment, followed by a sad wet thwump, presumably the sound of a badly made cake hitting the floor.

"Jisung, what are you doing here?" Minho asked the boy who was still lying on the ground. Jisung looks like he's wearing pyjamas with a hoodie thrown on top, his hair a mess like he ran here and his converse aren't even tied.

"I think we need to talk."

"Talk about what, Jisung?"

"Just- I- you know," Jisung mumbles, making a move to get up.

Minho, who was stood beside Jisung, without thinking uses his foot to press down on Jisung's chest. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to keep him in his place.

Paired with a nasty smirk and a raise of his eyebrow, he asks again.

"Talk about what, Jisung?" He presses down a little harder.

"Talk about you slut shaming me tonight? The kiss at the bar? Or would you like to talk about the Minsung thing?"

Minho looked down his nose at Jisung, he can be intimidating when he wants to be, in fact, most people who don't know Minho assume he is naturally a cold person.

"Ha Minho- um I. Ah, well. Um about that- wait, what is 'the Minsung thing'?" Jisung asks.

Fuck.

Minho is still a little high and now he is a little teeny tiny bit wine drunk, his brain-to-mouth filter is struggling.

Pushing down through his foot harder, he pretends he isn't enjoying the small start of alarm in Jisung's eyes, as he squirms.

Jisung, pinned to the floor, reaches out to Minho's leg, as though he's thinking about what to do.

He's strong enough to push Minho off, they both know it.

Still lost in thought, Jisung slides his hands down Minho's leg before settling on his sock-clad foot.

"You know, this would be much more intimidating and much less sexy if you weren't wearing rainbow cat socks, Hyung."

They both look down at Minho's foot and fuck Jisung, mean scary intimidating people can wear rainbow cat socks.

Minho takes this opportunity to look at Jisung, really look at him.

Jisung has all but resigned to his fate under Minho's foot, no longer squirming. His face flushed, hair even more of a mess, and his hoodie has bunched up all around his neck.

How can a person be this round?

Lifting his foot off of the younger man, Minho walks back to the couch, takes a sip of his wine and sits down.

"Well? We can't very well talk with you lying on the floor in my doorway, can we?" Minho says, trying his best to sound aloof and unaffected.

Minho is not aloof.

Minho is very affected.

Somewhere between stepping on Jisung and sitting down on the couch, Minho's brain caught up with him.

He just stood on Jisung.

Minho's brain also caught up with his dick.

Afraid if he wasn't careful in this moment that Jisung might see the outline of Minho's semi-hard cock through his grey sweats and Minho would never live that down.

Minho crosses his legs (carefully) and takes another sip of his wine, more of a gulp actually, as Jisung sits down on the couch beside him looking small and sheepish.