the value of his life | minsung

08 | Precious Things

"I don't want you talking to her, or even seeing an inch of you close to her. Don't look her way, don't even think about her, and don't you dare touch her," Jisung seethed through his stare and voice as he stepped closer to him with each word he uttered out.

They were inside Minho's place, and the second they walked in Jisung wasted no time to push Minho to the wall with all his full force and might he had in him.

Minho had an interesting speck of light orbiting around his eyes. Enchanting, but all the same terrifying.

"Oh my~ Have I set you on fire now?" Minho said, noticing the look of anger and frustration in Jisung. Minho continued with a grin on his lips. "It's so obvious, Han-ssi. Your behavior right now isn't really helping you out at all...You don't want me to hurt her, because you're—"

Jisung didn't let him finish his sentence as he grabbed Minho's suit with both of his hands to release just for a split second before slamming his head back to the wall. "Shut up. Don't speak of her again, did I not say?" Jisung said.

"What will you do for me to take your word?" Minho persuaded, a twisted grin plastered across his face as his eyes gazed down at Jisung like a piece of art.

Jisung almost didn't want to believe what he just heard. But his fragment of surprise already failed out of him. He let go of Minho and spared no time to turn around to stroll away. But he didn't get far away from Minho as he took Jisung's waist into his hands and pulled him closer. "I'll listen to you. If it means you do something for me in return," Minho's mouth was behind Jisung's neck, his breath fanning his skin and his words peaking at his ear.

Jisung felt his hands clutch on his side, urging to take a hit but instead, he slid them inside his pockets to stop himself. He turned back around to face Minho but he's unable to speak of anything or react to anything else as Minho's hand caught his waist and his other grabbed Jisung's neck to bring him forward and belatedly kiss him.

Minho was moving fast. His hot lips plucked and pulled on Jisung's soft skin. Minho found himself alarmed by how eager he himself was, and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was the crave of having Jisung's delicate yet savage lips on his once again, or if it was the nastiest childish pest ever that bottled his stomach was the other cause of his urgency. Even so, none of that mattered at most to the touch of Jisung's lips on his.

His back fell twice to the wall as his hands grabbed both of Jisung's chin while the other one kept his hands still stuck in his pockets. Jisung did not bat an eye at the comotion. He objectified alone as he let Minho take hold of him. If this is what Minho wanted as his way to keep shut of Sooyeon, he'll endear it.

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Jisung woke up with the reminder of today's filming. Not Minho's, but his. Today was gonna be his first time ever filming anything all for the internet and Minho's fans. He didn't hate it, but he also didn't like it. He also didn't question why anyone would ever be curious to have such a job as his. Because nothing ever interesting happened unless it's just them. Playing their own game. Plotting their next move and taking steps to success.

Jisung had grown to be a liar. He didn't practice much, because Minho already knew he wasa sham. He just didn't know when Jisung would choose to use his capacity against him. One win for Jisung, he noted.

The camera on his face felt unfamiliar, but the thought of it did not bother him.

Minho is talking to the camera as if he's known it his entire life, and his mask almost makes Jisung question whether or not everything had just been a wild dream and Minho had all along been just a normal celebrity part of society. But the thought was completely erased when the camera closed and Minho climbed out the car at the same time Jisung had done so.