Hellscape High

The plan works too well

⚠️ (&probably longer chapter)

The time came and Jisung realised too late he wasn't really sure what was going to happen.

Would their stunt really cause some gears to turn or would absolutely nothing but trouble come from this?

For the first time in for ever she found himself playing nervously with their hands as they showed Minho around the room.

"So... we're sleeping togheter huh?"

Jisung's stomach did a little jump at that.

God, keep calm. It's just another guy.

But was it?

"Yeah... the sleeping bag is lost somewhere in the attic, couldn't find it"

they lied through their teeth.

Minho just nodded, seemingly unaware of it all.

Minho wasn't unaware. At all.

The demon has a plan and I'm willingly going along with it...Christian school has taught me nothing.

Truth was, Christian school had taught him something: the ripe yet gorgeous mistery of the forbidden. The want, the desire of what others were disgusted by. And the satisfaction that came with corruption.

With these emotions stirring in his belly, Minho changed into a black pejamas Changbin had provided him and got out of Jisung's small bathroom, finding them already in bed.

"Come here" she said, faking nonchalance.

Meanwhile, they couldn't help but squirm at the thought of having Minho so close to him.
They felt the bed shift as he got in, heart beating in her throat.

"So..." she started:
"Why not go home? Why stay here?"

Minho sighed and Jisung felt his breath touch their nape.

"My parents texted last minute that they were coming home. Didn't want them to see...the mess"

"Are they religious?"

"Yep"

"Are you religious?"

Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

"I don't think so...?"

Jisung turned under the blanket to look at his coal dark eyes. They were scary, sure... but there was some vulnerability to them. A vulnerability Jisung usually didn't look for in people, but now...

They reached out and cupped his cheek with a hand. Minho stared as she nervously placed a lock of hair behind his ear and shuffled closer.

"Do you think God would disapprove if..."

they slowly, softly took Minho's hand in theirs and placed it on her naked waist. They hadn't bothered wearing a pejamas. Why would they? Noone denied queen bee. And yet fear loomed over his head...

What if he pulls away... what if he leaves...

Minho's eyes hadn't left theirs.

"If what I've been taught is true... he would" he stated.

Jisung waited for the other to continue. To say something else. For a long minute, silence persisted.
With a breaking heart and pushing tears down their throat, the stinging sensation of rejection hitting all over, Ji started pulling away.

There it is. Had to happen someday. But fuck, shit, goddamn it why did it have to be him!?!?!?

But Minho didn't let them. His fingers dug into her skin, bringing them back, even closer. Eyes to eyes, legs to legs, chest to chest, nose to nose.

"Who said you could do that, huh?"
he whispered:
"I don't care what God thinks... if it means having you, I'd sin everyday"

Jisung didn't know where to look. Actually, he didn't know what to do. They were totally, utterly speechless. Minho had that power. The power to make the slut of the school unable to take control. Flustered. And so goddamn turned on...

"No shirt..." Minho hummed, feeling their skin with rough hands:
"No pants either I assume?"

When Jisung felt his hands on his ass they had to choke back a moan. The anticipation mixed with relief and nervousness was killing her.

"Proper little demon, we have here"

Was the last thing Minho said before placing his lips on Jisung's neck.

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bet yall were expecting more-
JUST YOU WAIT.

Anyway.
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