@daddyminho: hey there baby..
@babyhannie: what do you want?
@daddyminho: you under me screaming my name while I stretch your little virgin tight ass..
@babyhannie:...
@daddyminho: i think you need to take care of a little problem?
@daddyminho: am i...
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"You can't enter."
Jisung stood there disappointed, huffing out a warm breath. The wind of the night blew against his skin, making him shiver from the coldness.
"But... I know-"An unwelcome hand tugged him closer to a warmth that made him melt, but turning around he was disgusted by the random man pulling him in. For a second he was about to swing, but the stranger smiled at the guard.
"This one is with me." Without any hesitation, the older man pulled Jisung down the illuminating lights-covered stairs. A group followed behind without any interference from the guard, from the way they dressed and acted it seemed like they were untouchable.
Jisung wanted to decline and go out, but the feeling of wanting to see Felix was way greater. Maybe he could just get in and leave without any trouble, that sounded good. But the feeling of the guy squeezing his waist was noticeable, he looked at the stranger and weirdly felt his comforting aura. His body wasn't feeling the adrenaline rush of fear, it's more like his body relaxed as he was dragged in.
"Minho, come here!"
Blood flushed down from Jisung's face, his eyes began to glance around to check if Minho was around. The last person he wants to meet is Minho, right now he wants to organize his thoughts.
The stranger smiled at a familiar face that Jisung knew, walking towards the call, past all the people who were crowding the club he became overwhelmed.
There sat Hwang Hyunjin with his legs crossed, leaning forward to the table to grab two drinks. But his smile faded at the sight of Jisung, what was he doing here? Minho was going mental about losing contact with this boy, yet, he was in other people's arms.
"Hey, sorry for being late." The stranger approached Hyunjin apologetically, taking the drink from his hand, and sat down, of course not forgetting to drag the little squirrel down by his sides.
"I found this lost squirrel outside, it would be rude of me to leave him there."
Hyunjin could only hum, grabbing his phone out to tap a few times on the screen before shutting it down. The stranger looked at the other boy with a smile, jisung could only feel the comforting expression as he eased into the couch. His body was arching against the couch this whole time, but the slight gesture of the man rubbing his hand against his thighs made him feel better.
This wasn't unnoticed by Hyunjin, after all, nothing goes past him. So, did he move from Minho?
"So let's talk about business?" Asked Hyunjin, jisung could only rub his hand as he felt he was out of place, he felt as if he wasn't needed. "Excuse me-" he was going to move off the couch but the stranger pulled him back down, forcing him back to his place.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"I don't think he is needed here. Let him go, Choi Minho." Hyunjin's words were firm enough to make Minho release his grip, slightly frowning at the demand.
