♢JACKPOT | Minsung♢

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TW: Sexual Stuff, Blood

When Minho got back, he saw a notification from Jisung.

Poker Boy ♦️

Hyung I'm so bored😢
R u awake

Yes. Why?

Wanna callllllll
I srsly CANNOT sleep😔

Don't you have other people you can call?

Yes but I wanna call uuuuu😖

I can't call. I need to shower.

At 1am😟

Yes. I just got home.

Okayyyy☹️
See ya tmmw😚
Goodnight hyung!😘😘😘😘

Goodnight Jisung.

Minho put his phone down and made his way to the shower. There was still blood all over his face and hands. It was now dry and uncomfortable.

Thoughts of Jisung kept appearing in his head, along with thoughts of torturing that lady. Minho didn't lie to himself, he knew he killed that lady because she talked to Jisung. Jisung looked too happy with her.

Minhos heart rate increased. His stomach fluttered thinking about all of it.

"Fuck..." Minho was getting aroused.

***

Minho grunted as he finished. He panted while getting out of the shower. Jisung was the only thing that was in his head. Minho wanted Jisung. He wanted Jisung all to himself. Minho didn't want Jisung to enjoy anything or anyone else but himself.

Minho realized that Jisung might of called somebody else. Right after he was done changing, Minho pulled out his phone to text Jisung.

Poker Boy ♦️

Jisung, did you end up calling anyone?

Nope 👎
Everyone was sleeping😢

Alright.

Why?🤨

I was just wondering.

Alright thennnnn
I'm gettin pretty tired
Prolly gunna go to bed now🥱🥱🥱

Okay.
Goodnight Jisung.

Night robot hyung🤖 😘

Minho smirked at his phone subconsciously. Once he realized he made his face straight again.

***

-Minhos Dream, In his POV-

"Minho! Baby don't do it..." My mother begged. I didn't feel anything as I watched her distressed, her arms tied behind her back around one of the bed legs.