Put the Pieces Back Together|| MINSUNG

ᗢ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ|Epilogue| ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟᗢ

WC: 2000

(And we've reached the end...)

A few years later...

"Minho!" Jisung yelled to his husband, coming out of their room. 

They were on the verge of running late again.

"I'm waiting on you, jagi."

Jisung was startled at the realization. It dawned on him that Minho was already dressed and ready to head out the door.

"Fuck. Yeah. I'm coming!"

"I told you we didn't have time this morning." Minho watched Jisung grab his lunch and coffee, made by the one and only. As he moved about, Jisung almost fumbled his coffee like all those years ago. The chubby-cheeked male was still the clutz everyone loved, but he was Minho's. He rushed behind Minho, leaving their apartment to get in the car. Jisung enjoyed that first sip of coffee and sat in the comfort of their vehicle.  

"You can't say you didn't want to. I heard no complaints." Jisung finally countered

Minho shook his head. Only Jisung would put off a conversation and pick it up sometime later. "You complained a lot this morning."

Jisung stuck his tongue out, watching as Minho took off. "Fuck you."

Minho smirked and spoke cheekily. "We definitely don't have time for that. Maybe tonight, since I have to meet the trainees for their first dance practice. I couldn't be limping about. It gives them a bad impression."

"Not my fault that you don't bottom more." Jisung started, not catching on. Whether that was due to lack of caffeine or it was morning. "Yah! I shouldn't be limping either! I'm doing training with those trainees!" 

"It's a different type of trying as you you'll be sitting, working on recording their debut track. Unless your ass hurts so bad that you can't sit properly." Minho joked, not hearing a retort. At the next red light, he stole a glance over at Jisung. The male, who hadn't changed much over the years, refused to look at him. "Jisung." The elder heard him whine, shifting in the seat. "Fuck, jagi."

"You know-."

"Nope! Do not finish that. I can not hear whatever you are about to spew out of your mouth. I am not-. No, I refuse to walk into work with a semi because my husband wanted to wear his pretty new butt plug. All because you still are as horny as you were five years ago."

Hearing Jisung start giggling. He joined in, chuckling. "Like you can say anything. You can wait until tonight. You're mine. You haven't bottomed in a while. Seems like the brat needs to be put in his place."

Minho smacked his thigh. "Because you haven't wanted to top! How is that my fault? All I'm doing is demanding attention from my husband!" Minho smirked countering

The round-faced male muttered under his breath. "Fine. His husband will give him all the attention he needs. And if that means being the top, I will. Also, I'll do better at wanting to top. But we really should switch up the conversation..." Minho glanced, spotting that he was also sporting a semi. They laughed together. They both were insatiable. 

They both realized the conversation had to change, or their problems would arise. Thus, the topic of work came up. They began to discuss what they were planning on doing at work. While they had an idea, they hadn't gotten a lot of time to discuss the new group outside of work. The duo arrived with little time to spare. With a quick kiss, they ran their separate ways. Both received looks from their counterparts, knowing they would hear about it during their breaks.