your body

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"fuck...f-fuck, oh my god."
jisung moaned, grabbing the sheaths.

"shit, you look so good like this."
minho breathed out.

•~•

"I have a gift for you."
Minho said, giving jisung a bigger plastic bag.

jisung looked at Minho a little suspiciously.
"what is this?"

"look inside."
Minho pointed with his jaw.

jisung side eyed Minho, before looking inside the bag. but just as he did, his eyes went wide, before looking back at Minho.
"you didn't..."

"surprise."
Minho said with a smirk on his face.

"did you just rob a sex store? what the actual fuck?"
jisung said, taking out the things in the bag.

"well, I thought that maybe you missed those things from work. and it could be interesting to use them."
minho shrugged.
"besides, they're pink. who wouldn't want a pink vibrator in their nightstand drawer?"

"if it was only the vibrator. how many things did you buy dude?"
jisung asked, as he took out two bottles of lubricant.

"if you want me to be completely honest, I just bought whatever I saw in the color pink. I don't even know what half of these things do."
Minho said.

"bruh."

"well I thought you would be expert you know?"

"I'm taking that as a personal attack."
jisung said, giving the bag to minho.
"do whatever you want with this."

"can I now?"
minho smirked.
"so can you-"

"nope."
jisung got up.
"I'm going to shower right now."

"in your best interest, I highly believe that it's unnecessarily right now."
minho said, placing the bag on the couch and wrapping his arms around jisungs waist, pulling him closer.

jisung deliberately avoided eye contact.
"and why would you think that?"
he said, uninterested.

minho just lowered his head and kissed jisungs adam's apple, before moving to his right, kissing the already faded hickeys.
he knew jisungs weak spots like he knew his shoes.

jisung let out a breath when minho started sucking his sensitive neck skin, tilting his head back.
"fuck, you're so lucky you know what to do."

minho smirked, pulling away.
"I know everything I need to know about your body, han jisung."

•~•

"do you think that ants are so small because if they were bigger, they would eat humans?"
jisung asked, looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily, as his legs recovered and slowly stopped shaking.

minho lightly chuckled, moving from his back to his side, so he could face jisung.
"do you think about these things a lot?"

"sometimes."
jisung said.
"when I'm really bored in chemistry. maybe that's why I'm almost failing."

"you're not failing tho."
minho said.

"if I mess up this upcoming test I will be."
jisung sighed.

"hey, you won't. I know how much you're studying for it with felix. I'm pretty sure you will get an A."
minho said with a small smile.

"it's scary, you know? I was never the smartest kid, but at least I wasn't failing. my parents never let me fail. I don't know how I would feel if i actually messed this up. not to consider I would feel like shit for waisting all of the Felix's time he spend teaching me this shit."
jisung said.

"you never talk about your parents."
minho said gently.

"because my parents aren't worth mentioning."
jisung said.
"what about you? what about your parents?"

minho chuckled.
"well, it's an interesting story. when I was born, we had nothing. my mom was a drug addict, and even tho my dad tried to help her, she didn't want help. she often let herself go, and hurt me, or my dad. physically and mentally. my dad eventually decided that protecting me was the most important thing, so he left my mom behind. they never married, so there wasn't a divorce, and with my moms situation, there would be no way she would get a custody of me if she actually took my dad to court, so he risked it all and one night packed our things and left. we stayed in my grandparents house, and they practically raised me while my dad worked. dad eventually remarried, and got his life back on track. we moved to our own house, and my new step mom treated me like the mom I never had. I still have an amazing relationship with them, and even tho we don't talk that much because of my work, I visit them sometimes."
he said.

jisung didn't say anything for a while, before turning to look at Minho.
"have you ever considered reaching out to your mom? or I don't know, find out where she is?"
he asked, almost in a whisper.

minho shook his head.
"no, I haven't seen her since me and my dad left, and I'm not planning to change that."

"have you ever thought about what she's doing right now."
jisung asked, before shaking his head.
"I'm sorry. this isn't my place to ask, it's-"

"I don't. she never treated me like a mom, why would I want someone like that in my life?"
minho said, gently moving some of jisungs hair behind his ear.
"that person only gave birth to me. my step mom was the one who raised me. she is my real mom, so why would I need someone else when I have her?"

jisung stayed silent.
it looked like he was really deep in thought.

minho placed a gentle kiss on jisungs cheek.
"I will prepare you a bath, okay?"