Blue Pills - Hyunho One Shot

Blue Pills

Grounded. 

That is how Minho feels right now: grounded. 

At last! He doesn't have this burning desire anymore: This desire for certain someone that consumes him, clouds his mind and paralyzes his body, every time he is in his presence. 

He exhales somewhat relieved. If Minho knew about this, this way to get rid of his burning desire he might have avoided certain incidents and mishaps with the boy in question, the flaming-red haired. He runs his hand through his own purple strands, pulling them back, off his face. He looks at the little box of blue pills. Now he won't feel the urge to touch the other in questionable ways. Like the day before when he touched his butt. Like seriously, who does that to their band mate, their friend? The red-haired stared at Minho startled, then confused and then tried to laugh it off. Minho gave him a wink. I mean he IS the group's tease, they all know and accept it. But then, he did it again, on stage. Hyunjin was shocked but he managed to hide it like the professional he is. He even joked about it with the others still glancing nervously at him. Minho acted nonchalant and the others laughed. That's so HIM, so Minho, after all: scary and overwhelming. Minho sighs rethinking those incidents. Thankfully they won't happen again. He covers any mishaps with aggression anyway. Just to be safe. Poor Jinnie. He frowns while thinking at his band mate and his confused expression.

At nights though, when he is relaxed and has his guard now, his thoughts stray to the red-haired. And he dreams of him in ways he shouldn't really. In these dreams Hyunjin is the one touching him. Hyunjin runs his hands up Minho's torso to his neck and pulls him close, close enough to feel his breath, close enough to taste his sweet plump lips.

Oh, how he wants to taste them. He wants to have the red-haired on top of him, his own hands restraint above his head while the red-haired roams his skin with those plump lips, marking him... 

Minho wakes up, drenched in sweat. His heart is beating fast and his boxers feel tight. He looks down at the bulge on his crotch, covered by the thin – now damp - fabric. He groans frustrated. He has to increase the dosage. He sighs taking two small pills out of the box. He puts them in his mouth and takes a swig from the water bottle on his nightstand. He tries to sleep again sighing deeply.

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His mother was watching him concerned. He came home to visit on his few days off and he spent them mainly locked up in his room, sulking. She knocked on the door softly. "Min-min? Can I come in?" Minho was always very close to his mother so, blushing and stuttering, he managed to confide his troubles in her. "I'm attracted to someone, mom." He took a deep breath. "And... and I... can't control my... need for him." He hid his face with his hands embarrassed. His mother looked at him thoughtfully. "Is there any chance this boy will reciprocate your feelings? I mean the solution can be as simple as you confessing to him." She patted his hair soothingly. "Mom, you don't understand. He is my band mate. It's not only the dating ban, it's unprofessional and... and..." He hid his face in his mother embrace. "...he most certainly doesn't like me this way..." His mother hummed. "I don't believe that. My precious boy likes someone and they don't like him back?" She smiled teasing him lightly. "I don't know what to do, mom. I'm afraid I'll do something embarrassing." More embarrassing that he's done already, that is! His cheeks flushed red. His mother remained silent for a while. Her baby boy looked sad and frustrated. "Maybe..." She paused searching for the right words. "...maybe you could seek medical advice then, what do you say?" "I can't go to our medical team. It's too embarrassing!" He whined. "Well, there is always our family doctor. She knows you since you were a baby. And she is completely trustworthy."  His mother soothingly replied, patting his back comfortingly again. Minho thought about it for a minute. "Okay..." he mumbled. He was desperate.