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𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 - Minsung (1) - 'My Ex-Lover'

𝕋𝕠𝕡 = Jisung
𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞 = Minho
ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 = Minho and Jisung weren't just from rival gangs but also ex-lovers. One was sent to steal something and the other was sent to stop him. Minho ended up in enemy territory, not only that but in Jisung's hands. He could've easily handled the interrogation if all it consisted of was mind games, violence, and terrible promises. But Jisung had something so much better in store for Minho to endure until he couldn't anymore.
𝔽𝕠𝕣 = @sm0lbunbun
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 = angst, violence, mafia, rival gangs, ex-lovers, teasing, vibrator, vibrating cockring, vibrating nipple pads, interrogation, praise, aftercare

♡ Spice Shot ♡

"My Ex-Lover"

Minho glanced around the abandoned factory building, he had no idea what was so special about the product in his hands. It had to be important though or why would his gang care so much about it? Enough to send him out to steal it. Minho shrugged, not really caring one way or another. What they did with it was completely their problem and not his.

But it was weird, though, the place was almost too easy to break into, and even now, Minho was just simply walking out of it. Like he owned the place or he was at least authorized to be here.

He should've kept his thoughts mute because just then the sound of metal clattering on concrete flooring caught his attention. Minho paused, freezing on the spot as only his head and gaze moved around the big open space.

He'd like to think the next part didn't catch him by surprise, but it did. The person who rounded the corner made Minho wish a black hole had swallowed him up. On the other hand, his heart was racing and his stomach was fluttering.

"Long time no see."

That voice alone had Minho reeling. He knew he needed to get out of there, not only for the sake of the thing in his hands but for his own sanity too. If he stayed, he wasn't sure what would happen.

"What, no hello?" the younger asked, grinning at Minho.

"How about a goodbye?"

Minho asked before he spun around and took off running, he heard quick footsteps behind him and tossed a glance over his shoulder. Of course, he was chasing him. Minho took a left around the corner but immediately cursed himself when it was a dead end.

"Come on, let's just stop and talk."

"I don't want to," Minho said and tried to run back the way he came.

Right past his chaser only for the two to land up on the ground. He was tackled and currently, a very familiar body was on top of him, an amused smile with bright eyes staring down at him. The product that was in his hands was lost somewhere on the cold floor.

"Get off of me!" Minho groaned.

"Do you really want that?"

"Yes," Minho glared. "Han Jisung get the fuck off me!"

Minho struggled underneath the younger, thrashing his body while his hands tried to push at Jisung's shoulders. Jisung grabbed Minho's wrists and pinned his hands to the ground on either side of his head. He switched it to just one hand holding them down as his other gently touched Minho's face.