Put the Pieces Back Together|| MINSUNG

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WC: 950

The month went by at a gruelingly slow pace. The couple snuck away at any chance they had. Minho teased Jisung the most, smacking his ass in passing. He would squeeze it and drag his hand across his ass. Riling Jisung, just enough that he'd pull him into a vacant bathroom. Minho's eyes twinkled, dropping to his knees and sucking him off. Leaving him squirming, head thrown back.

It took all the self-control in his body to withhold the noises. Yet, it seemed to be Minho's mission to have them escape. The elder did everything and anything he could to hear the slightest whimper. Reaching his orgasm, Minho stood, brushing his hair back into place. He placed a gentle kiss on his lips, leaving him shortly after.

Jisung knew what he was doing. It was so Minho. He was just a toy right now. And Jisung was playing right into it, loving every minute of it. The attention, the caresses, the snickering, the soft teasing, all of it. But that didn't mean he didn't have his agenda. Let him think he had the upper hand.

The couple boarded their flight, fighting through the crowds of people. It never ceased to amaze him how people knew their boarding plans and the rudeness of some of them. They were still humans. Sticking close to Minho, knowing they provided comfort to one another.

They both knew that with all the traveling they were doing together, it was only time before the rumors started. Granted, fans thought them to be together long before they were together. Now, if they found out the truth, would they still accept them?

"Get out of your thoughts, jagi." Whipping his head to the right, Minho continued to look forward. "Your leg started bouncing, and your eyes looked far away. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Thoughts? I have those?" Huffing out his laugh, not receiving the response he was hoping for. Grimacing. "Right. Not the time. To sum up my thoughts, people love invading our space. Idol life and all. We're still humans and would like space consideration.

"You'd think that with everything that has happened, they would be more considerate. They would give us more space and better protection. Not once they began lifting the restrictions, they would return to how things used to be... I don't know. I'm probably overthinking. " 

"No, you're right. We deserve space and privacy. That's what happens when you live the idol life. Maybe one day it'll change, but I doubt that. Didn't change after the idol attack. Why would it now?" 

Groaning, "That was starting so promising, but you just ended up giving up all my hopes." 

Giggling, offering a bright smile. "Oh, my poor Sungie." 

"You better make it up to me." 

Jisung made eye contact, watching Minho's eyes dilate. "How should that happen?"

His body acted on its own accord, wetting his lips. His tongue dragging, Minho's eyes watching the action. "There are a few things that you can do. But that's a talk for another time and place. If you can catch the drift." 

"Oh, I can." Minho hummed, placing his hand on his thigh. He squeezed it and then rubbed it. Knowing what that did to his counterpart

"You're going to make this flight torture, aren't you?" 

Turning back to his phone, Minho tried to hide the smirk. "I don't know, maybe?" 

Jisung chuckled, shaking his head. He should know better. He'd never have the upper hand. Minho always proved that to him, and he loved that about him. Knowing that he was in for a long ride, even though the flight was over an hour long. Minho went out of his way to be touchy, not even where he was most sensitive. Gentle grazes through his hair, touching his wrist with his fingertips, placing his hand on his knee. Of all places. 

Jisung thought that being touched where he was most sensitive would drive him over that cliff, yet this subtle one. Those were the ones that were destroying his composure. He had to think of anything but the lingering touches, trying not to become too excited. Knowing that they still had to get out of the airport, get their rental, find their hotel, and check-in. All before Jisung could finally put Minho in his place. Because, damn. Minho was being the brat for once.

Peering over to his elder, he noticed the tips of his ears had turned a beautiful shade of red. "Hyung?" speaking softly to gain his attention. Leaning over so they didn't have to shout, just as Jisung wanted. "You're beautiful when you have a flush." 

Leaning back, he saw that same flush travel down his neck. He watched as his elder tensed, sucking in a breath. Jisung bit his lip. That was the exact reaction he wanted. 

"Something wrong, kitten?" Jisung leaned back, whispering in his ear, the hand on his thigh gripped tighter and having moved to the inside, further up. Jisung watched as Minho resisted the urge to moan at the contact. 

"Nothing, jagi. Nothing at all. Anything wrong with you?" Minho finally pivoted, once again, to let their eyes meet, but it didn't last.

Both let their eyes travel to the other's lips. Jisung's traveled further down to his neck. Wanting to mark it up, cover his milky skin with his marks. Minho's mouth opened slightly, back to watching him. They were both startled, hearing the captain announce they were about to start landing. 

They rushed to put their things away, stealing glances. Knowing that these last moments would be grueling, the desire for the other was reaching the breaking point. Hopefully, they could last to the hotel before it finally snapped. 

Happy Tuesday! Have a great rest of your week! Thank you for reading 😊 

Until next time ~DQ 💜