Kill me and I'll kill you - Minsung

Chapter 40

Living with Jisung... was something.

They soon understood the way he wasn't 100% still adapted to the normal humans social lives, mostly because his entire "normal" day didn't seem normal at all.

First of all, he woke up way too early. Only for the sake of having a little run around the city.

And when Hyunjin asked about it, Jisung would answer nonesense.

"Why wouldn't you train how to run away from murderers ? Or super trained spies ?"

Hyunjin was getting more and more creeped out from Jisung's childhood.

He also would make a shit ton of noise in the morning as he got ready, making Minho knock on the wall they shared.

And that wasn't the only noise Minho could hear, especially at nights.

He soon understood the vibrations weren't coming from any phones.

Another weird thing they noticed, was Jisung constant state of alarm.

It could be during the middle of the night, the morning, or a nap session in the middle of the afternoon, but Jisung would wake up at the littlest weird sound, or at the most discreet presence approaching him.

Changbin even wondered if he had actually some kind of rest.

"I don't know, I got used to it" Jisung would say, shrugging.

Most of the times, Chan would nag Jisung in the kitchen when Jisung had take the initative to cook something, everytime ruining it and almost burning down the kitchen.

"Are you sure you're not the one that burned down your house ?" Felix would ask, helping him cleaning it up.

"I'm starting to doubt myself"

What was better, in Minho's secret opinion, was the training room.

It got suddenly filled with Jisung, depending on the times of the day.

Usually, Changbin would join him, happy to have a gym bro that actually sticked to going there often.

And everytimes Jisung was there at the same time of Minho, the latter would get slightly distracted.

Laying on his mat, he would watch from the corner of his eyes as Jisung tested a few machines, wearing the sluttiests tank tops, his chest propped up, his ass propped up, his waist as enlighted than ever.

That was a hard sight.

Everytime, Minho would mess up something.

Let a balloon fall the ground, some weighs on himself, or simply fall to the ground mid-way of an exercize.

Having Jisung in that room simply fucked him up.

And every single time, Changbin would laugh out loud. 

Living with Jisung also meant to live with his group.

He would have to nag Seungmin for spreading his computer stuff everywhere around the living room.

He would have to nag Chan for spending the entire night on his laptop in the kitchen, not even able to have a late night snack without crossing his way.

He would have to nag Jeongin for putting all the shoes he owned in front of his door, absolutely taking all the space.

And of course, Minho had to live with the constant flirts coming from Jisung. At any time of the day, it didn't matter. The younger always did his best to tease him.

And Minho didn't completely hate it.

In all honesty, having them at home did brought a little bit of fun.

It was the perfect occasion to get all hot everywhere around the house.

Some vibration sounds in the night would push Minho out of bed.

And some training sessions would end up closed up in Minho's bathroom.

Jisung shrieked as he got pushed inside the shower, before giggling at Minho's expression.

"Why so horny ?" Jisung asked, biting at his lip when Minho pinned him to the wall, already hungrily teething at his neck.

"You teased the shit out of me, don't act all innocent" Minho scoffed, hands lowering down and wrapping around the younger's dick.

"I was just training" Jisung smirked

"Squatting right in front of my face ?" Minho raised an eyebrow.

"You liked it ?" Jisung asked, batting his eyelashes.

Minho sighed, grabbing the boy's waist and turning him, making the boy's chest pressed against the shower tiles.

He put the water on, letting a few droplets fall over the boy, as he took a minute to appreciate the sight.

He grabbed the lube, who had been placed there a week ago and somehow didn't move since then.

He touched the boy's rim, teasingly circling around it only to make him whine a bit, as he pressed himself against him.

"Why do you like this so much, mmh ?" Minho asked, jaw posing on his shoulder and glancing at his face.

"Cuz' it's you" Jisung mumbled, brows frowning as Minho pushed his finger inside.

"And what's with me, then ?" He continued asking, finger pushing in and out.

"I- Cuz' you-" He talked, interrupted by a few moans "You're hot- And cool-"

"But there's other people - Or leaders - that are hot and cool, mmh ?" Minho continued, somehow intrigued.

"Yeah" Jisung breathed out "B- But not the same"

"Really ?" Minho smirked

"Min- Come on" Jisung whined, unable to wait for more.

Who was Minho to deny him ?

He grabbed a condom, rolling it on himself, before placing his hands on the boy's waist and press closer to him. (this is a fiction, SO don't do this: shower + condoms = broken)

"Fuck" Jisung muttered, letting his forehead fall against the tile as he felt filled.

Slowly but strongly, Minho thrusted against him, hands grabbing his sides so tightly he could mark him with it.

As his pace quickened, Minho couldn't help but let his mouth trace his back and his nape, enamored by the softness of his skin.

He even grabbed his hair, pulling so he could access to his neck easily, as well as hear Jisung's moans resonate in the bathroom.

He liked, the sound he made when he came from his strong thrusts.

And the little messed up expression he had when he helped him shower right after, sometimes he would insist to be dried by him.

Or when he had to bring him to his own bed, because he was too lazy to move.

Minho didn't expect it, not at all, but he got a bit too comfy with Jisung around.