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*8. in charge

"Papers on my table. Next meeting is tomorrow after lunch, don't bother me until then." Jisung passed a stack of papers to his right hand, Seungmin, who took them and made his way towards his office.

"How was the meeting?" Chan chuckled, enjoying the other's obviously grumpy demeanor. "Frustrating. I just seriously need to get dicked down." Jisung groaned before he filled up a glass full of water. After talking for several hours it felt like a reward to finally have time to cool down.

"Do you think he will cooperate..?" Chan asked hesitantly, his tone of voice switching from playful to more serious. "Oh trust me, he will." Jisung put the glass down, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair. "You can go now. Good night Chan." He muttered, walking around the latter, but before he could make his way out of the kitchen Chan's voice stopped him.

"Jisung," he called out, causing Jisung to turn around to face him. He hummed to let him know he's listening and Chan sighed. "Please don't forget about consent." Jisung only nodded in reply acting annoyed with the older's reminder, but he knew he was right.

He just sighed in exhaustion and continued his walk towards Minho's room that was on the other side of the mansion.

"Don't forget about consent my ass, tell that to my uncle." He chuckled at his own joke because he thought it was hilarious while his therapist called it a 'trauma response'. Nonsense, he just can't take a good joke.

There was a lot on his mind that was causing him to be at the brim of a massive headache, nothing he wasn't used to. He was stressed from the meeting and exhausted, but there was nothing he wanted more than to take his mind off those stressful things. And there he was, in front of Minho's door, considering all the other options.

He could go and talk about his thoughts to Chan, but he didn't want to bother him anymore.

He could go to sleep or workout, but neither of those seemed appealing.

He could go just drive around to sort out his thoughts alone, but that could also go horribly bad causing him to have another breakdown.

So he chose the only appealing option; try out his new toy.

Jisung opened the door to Minho's room and silently sneaked in, locking the door behind himself. The room was very dimly lit just by the streaks of moonlight that got in through a glass wall that Minho obviously forgot to cover.

Jisung's eyes immediately landed on the sleeping male that was curled up in a little ball, almost covered in the big duvet. The sight made Jisung feel things that he wasn't quite able to grasp.

As he walked closer to the bed, Minho's face became more and more visible. He looked so peaceful and handsome while sleeping. Jisung couldn't deny the fact that Minho was indeed the most handsome person he had came across in a long time.

The urge to let him rest and go to his own bedroom washed over Jisung the second his eyes landed on the dried up tears on Minho's cheeks, the still healing scars around his wrists and the little cat plushie that he was holding ever so tightly against his cheek. He looked so innocent, and the innocence made Jisung feel both, aroused and soft at the same time.

He wanted to cuddle the male and wipe away the dried up tears, but he also -for the biggest part- wanted to have him deep inside with his hands all over his body.

He shook his head to rid himself of those soft and sickening thoughts and climbed onto the bed after Minho. He carefully turned the male onto his back, straddling his waist that was still covered by the duvet.

Minho stirred in his sleep, hating the fact that he suddenly couldn't really move and grumpily opened his eyes to scold his cats, but the sight he was met with made him almost jump in surprise and fear.