I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

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before the chapter begins, I just want to address something. now I havent gotten comments on this YET but I'm sure I will in the future.
this story is complete fiction. and everything in this story is NOT MEANT TO PROMOTE THINGS LIKE SA AND R@PE!! it's simply a part of the PLOT and I am NOT saying that any of this is OKAY. it is horrible and wrong and absolutely disgusting but it's here in this story because it's necessary for character development and plot. so, when reading, keep that in mind.
now!!! enjoy :) <3

Jisung shook violently, breaking down in tears once again. He cried into his hands, rocking back and forth, muttering apologies and other nonsense.

Minho wasted no time, pulling Jisung into his arms, whispering soothing words into his ear as he rubbed his back slowly.

Minho blinked a bit, feeling tears prick at his eyes, which was rather abnormal for him.

In fact, this was the first time he was crying in a few years.

"Ji, I- I don't know what to say. That must've been so hard...and to have to relive that must have been traumatizing. I- I wish that that happened to me instead. You didn't deserve that. No one does. Except for those pricks who hurt you. If I were the author of your story, I would write you as a boy who never went through pain and stayed a light forever. A-and I want to help you. Don't feel the need to hide from me. I'm now your safe space," Minho said, crying into Jisung's hair.

Jisung pulled back and attached his lips to Minho's, crying through the kiss. The kiss itself was needy and urgent, yet hesitant and unsure. Jisung suddenly pushed Minho back, crying harder.

"N-no, I'm sorry. I- I don't know what to do. A-all I want is sex," Jisung cried, hitting his head with his fist.

"What's. Wrong. With. Me?"

"Honey, nonono," Minho held onto Jisung's fists, pulling them into his lap, caressing them slowly.

"The whole point of me saying I want to help you means I will do whatever I can to help you cope properly. Even if that means you using me for sex. Sex isn't the answer, but you have to ease into things as it is. Gradually, your desire to have sex 24/7 could blend with music? If you decide to pick that up again... It might be hard but you said you loved it and was everything to you. I just want to help."

"I-I don't want to take advantage of you," Jisung muttered, hiccuping as his tears started to slow their flow.

"What if I told you that I want it just as badly?" Minho asked, scooting closer.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, can I fuck you?" Minho asked, lowering his voice and breathing on Jisung's bare neck.

"M-Minho," Jisung gasped, back arching ever-so-slightly, "you can't just-"

"Just what? Do this?" Minho asked, trailing his fingers around Jisung's collarbone.

"Minho, wait," Jisung pleaded.

"Yes, baby?" Minho abided, immediately halting his actions and sitting back.

"What are we?" Jisung whispered, nervously playing with the strings of his shorts.

"Oh- what do you want us to be? I know what I want."

"I-I dunno," Jisung blushed, shyly, looking down and wiping a few tears away.

"How does fuck buddies sound?" Minho asked casually, putting on a serious expression.

It fell away when he saw the face of horror Jisung responded with, causing him to double over in laughter.

"That was too good. I'm just playing with you...Jisung, do you want to hold the honorary title of being my boyfriend?" Minho smiled softly, leaning towards the other.