Minsung - Oneshots (READ DESCRIPTION)

Bratty Jisung

A/N: Thank you sooooooooo much for the request: btsateezgidle

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Genre: Smut

Minho POV:

Skirt hiding almost nothing.

Cropped sweater showing a bit to much skin depending on how he moved.

His hair long, black and wavy, the front strands held back by a cute bow clip.

That's how jisung decided to come for .... dance practce. Showing all the other members what is mine.

How did we get to this?

Well, we had an argument this morning. He got jealous because he thought I was flirting with...a girl?

Honestly... I'm too gay for that shit. She was the one who approached us at the cafe. I was just being nice.

I was gonna mention that Jisung is my boyfriend but he took the first opportunity to drag me out of there. If he had heard what I wanted to say the situation wouldn't have gotten to this.

Do you wan't to know the truth though? Jisung loves taking every opportunity, he gets, to be bratty and over-exggerate. He knows he is over-exagerrating but he also knows that what he'll get in return for being bratty will be.... rewarding.

So here we are now.

All I can do is watch him being extra touchy, and staying in positions he should be staying in, only around me.

Al I wanna do is bend him over right then and there and fuck him infront of the members.

But for now I'll let him play around how much he wants.

Through out most of the practice, he doesn't spare me one glance. Not once, but I can feel him staring at me through his peripheral vision.

We all get in our places for the dance we are practicing. I go in the front to show them what they need to do. Inspecting and analysing their moves through the mirror.

I see Jisung 'secretly' staring at how my body moves with the beat. I smirk to myself, thinking about how easy it'll be to get him to give in.

I see him all red, pulling down his skirt, which isn't doing the best job in hiding his boner.

'Tsk Tsk needy boy' I chuckle to myself.

I let all the members practice their moves on their own and head over to whoever needed help. And obviously who needed help the most was Jisung, he didn't even pay attention to the moves.

He just stood there like a lost puppy. Biting his lip.

I go behind him, snaking my arms around his waist, eliciting a loud gasp and flinch from him.

He looks behind and freezes when our eyes lock. His pupils fully dilated hiding his beautiful irises. (a/n: help! I feel very scientific)

"Do you need any help?" I ask him inoccently.

"N-no-" he breaks from his trance, clearing his throat. He looks away, sticking to his stubborn self.

"Then why are you not doing your moves right. And I see that your skirt is troubling you. Maybe you shouldn't be wearing something so revealing, for everyone to see." I whisper lowly through gritted teeth. Making sure to give him goosebumps by my breath fanning onto his neck, knowing how much that turned him on.

I hear him softly whimper. I pull away, slightly, finally allowing myself to take in the outift he's wearing. My insides get hot just at the thought of totally ruining him just like that.