Trope (Minsung)

Small waist

Communal spaces suck. They are likely to be extremely unsanitary. They are so nucleated too.

Once a single shower was available in the many stalls, Minho grabbed Jisung leading him to the stall. A black duffel bag in his hand.

He picked a stall at the very end of the huge room. He's sure of himself when he walks, leaving a trail of eyes on him. So much for being an inconspicuous criminal. He's just a man.

Tall man. Slim and lean in shape. Just a man.

"How old are you Ji, I never asked?" Minho asks.

Jisung's eyes, for the thousandth time today are widening. It's not because of the question however. It's how effortlessly Minho peals of his Black shirt that he was drowning in.

Skin. Pale skin. Defined abs, and v- line, trailing-

He has the body that they were shown for reference in Anotomy.

"19"

Minho says nothing to this, taking out two white long towels, bathing liquid, and a loofah. Just a single loofah.

"Why aren't you getting naked ?"

This might be the hardest that his stomach churned.

"We- Are we... Uhm... Together?"

Embarrassing doesn't begin to cover it. Why does he stutter like this ? No wonder the boys back home either avoided him or laughed behind his back. Or straight to his face his face really.

"Showering together. Yes. Quick, I have places to be " Minho says bluntly, removing his pants next.

"Why?"

"Getting bold huh Ji we? I thought you don't talk"

"Why ... I- please-

"Your ass will run away the moment I'm not watching. Don't overstep your boldness hmm ?"

They're both males. So why does it bother Jisung seeing this much skin? It was never a problem in Boa. Shirtless sweaty men from the mining sites roam around everywhere.

Minho steps into the stall. He stares at Jisung expectantly. Jisung swallows a chunk of steamy air, almost shaking at the overflow of nerves.

He realises no matter how shy and self-conscious he is, Minho will not be giving it any mind.

He starts to strip. Quickly. So hurriedly it looks he's having a panick attack. He's looking everywhere but the open stall, where a naked Minho is under the springs of the shower faucet...

He's watching. Jisung can feel his eyes on him. Like a surveillance camera. Like a predator watches prey.

Soon, after little whispered affirmations, Jisung finally enters the shower stall. He focuses on the walls, and not Minho's hip curvature.

Warm droplets kiss his skin. With his eyes screwed shut, he scrubs over his skin carefully, purposefully keeping his bandaged thigh from the waters.

"Here" Minho attempts to hand Jisung the soap, but is so quickly met with a shriek from the younger.

"Look, I'm sorry I said all that crude shit about us fucking, I just needed to get fucking Changbin off my back"

"I won't be doing all that hmm? Trust me Ji" Minho further assured, creating a little more space between them to emphasize his point.

His gentleness is just as worrying as his violent threats. But in this moment, Jisung nodds looking up at him finally.

Oh how pretty his face looks when the strands of his hair stick to his face like that. Like a painting or something. Jisung can't decipher how to describe it.

So he lathers himself with soap, minding his own body. Sometimes glancing at Minho's.

It's bigger than his. Bigger while not even erect.

Minho leaves the shower stall first, wrapping the white towel around his waist loosely. The towel is doing such a bad job, so loose it hangs.

In the two minutes he is left to himself, he finally remembers how to breathe. A few tears roll down his cheeks, as warm water cascades down his body.

All this, is so foreign to him. His misses the chickens and cows, he misses Taerae, he misses Mr and Mrs Kimhan -

"Ji, I don't have all day"

Even his laments are interrupted by this brute. He can't even cry in piece... Jisung can't help the weak laugh that escapes his mouth at his own ridiculous predicament.

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"How small is your waist? "

Minho asks after witnessing his sweat pants are falling down Jisung's bottom half. They fail to hold up, as Jisung just holds them up with his hands.

"Come here" He sighs exasperatedly at Jisung, taking a hostage shouldn't be this much work right ?

Jisung shuffles to a seated Minho quietly.

It is then, that Minho pulls Jisung between his menspread legs.

"What are you-

"Tightening these "

He does. He pulls at the strings that loop in the waistband of the sweatpants, tieing them tightly around Ji's waist.

"Hurts ?"

They're eyes meet ever so briefly. Brown eyes that shine so alluringly in the lights.

"No" upright Jisung whispers, pulling back and clearing his throat.

Why does this kidnapper insist on babying him so much ? He may not be as strong as him, but he's still a man goddamnit!

This whole situation is so emasculating.

"Gonna be a long night. Need you to behave Ji, okay?"

A/N
Short chapter?

Also, Listened to Two feet while writing this.

Stream leave. It's my fave from the album, after megaverse.