I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

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"My parents are dead."

"Wh-what happened?" Jisung asked, eyes wide.

"How they died doesn't matter. They've been dead for most of my life anyway."

"Then where were you living?" Jisung asked.

"With my foster parents," Minho grimaced.

"I ran away a month ago after applying for a job under your parents. I saw the ad in a store."

"They put a fucking ad in a- you know what, nevermind. Why did you run away?"

"I rather not tell you that," Minho said, looking up.

"We should greet your parents," he said, his face hardening back into the emotionless look it usually was.

"But-"

"Do you want me to inform them of your recent antics? No? Okay, get out of my room and greet your parents."

"But-"

Grabbing Minho's arm as he was exiting, Jisung pulled him back in, shutting the door and slamming Minho against it, smashing their lips together.

Minho immediately tensed up but after a few seconds, he began to move his lips in sync with the other, cupping Jisung's face in his hands.

Pulling apart with heavy breaths, Jisung whispered, "they don't have to know."

Before Minho could respond, Jisung connected their lips together once again, this time with much more force, backing up until Minho had him pinned against his bed.

"We have to make this quick. Your parents will get impatient," Minho said, breaking contact and starting to trail kisses over Jisung's neck, nipping and sucking occasionally.

Moaning, Jisung reached for Minho's shirt, helping him remove it. Without looking, he immediately attached his lips to the older's nipple, bucking his hips slightly, desperate to feel some sort of friction.

"Jisung?"

In a blink of an eye, both of the boys were ten feet apart, Minho fumbling to put on his shirt when they heard the heavy footsteps of Jisung's dad.

"Shit, this was a bad idea," Minho said, making his way to the door.

"Hide under the bed."

Jisung scurried under the bed and watched as Minho opened the door.

"Oh, hello sir! I don't think Jisung is home right now. He said something about the teacher wanting him."

"But it's after five," Jisung's dad said, scratching his head.

"I'm sure he'll be back soon. No need to worry," Minho said politely, bowing after Mr. Han left. He slowly closed the door and turned back around, waiting for Jisung to crawl out from under the bed.

"That was such a rush," Jisung chuckled, walking up to him.
"Shall we continue?"

"No."

"Okay, let me- wait, what?" Jisung titled his head.

"I'm not having sex with you Jisung," Minho stated, crossing his arms.

"Haha, you're funny. Why not? I thought we had something just now? If it's because of getting caught, I have a kink for voyeuris-"

"It's not about getting caught."

"Then, what? Because I'm hot and you know it and you're hot and us together would be mega hot and I want to sleep with y-"

"That's the problem, Jisung."

"What?"

"All everything is to you is purely sex. That's all you care about. Not everyone wants that. What if I want more huh? Are you going to throw me away immediately afterwards? I refuse to just be another one of your toys that you toss to the side as soon as you get bored of."