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clingy

nobody asked but here it is

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Minho POV

Hyunjin the fucking creep. You can't call that clingy.

The entire left side of his body is pressed up against Jisung back, his head resting on the back of Jisungs neck and his arm wrapped around Jisungs waist, trying to get his attention. His cheek is pressed close to Jisungs neck, and I can feel my shoulders twitch every time his lips got close to Jisungs face.

I can feel my heartbeat in my head, I can hear it. It's too loud, I can't rationalize the moment, the camera. All I can see, all I can comprehend is Hyunjins fingers playing with the fabric of Jisungs shirt, Hyunjin's head resting against Jisung's neck. Jisung's hands playing absentmindedly with Hyunjin's hair.

We're live, and it's excruciating. I know that skinship with other members is important to conceal our relationship but it's become unbearable. Everytime Jisung looks at another member I want to tear them away from him. I fully appreciate the secrecy of our relationship, and I know it's important for us to be clingy with the other members. And I thought I'd gotten used to it.

But this isn't just fucking clingy.

Jisung is wearing those wonderful tight, pinstripe suit pants and a white dress shirt untucked and hanging loose around his hips. He combs his damp hair back from his forehead and smirks, almost like he knows what he's doing to me.

He locks eyes with me from across the room, but he doesn't seem the least bit apologetic. His eyes glint dangerously and I can feel myself become physically lightheaded.

The pounding in my head gets louder louder louder and I can't hear anything, my tightly held self control pulling apart, stretched impossibly thin.

Hyunjin lets out the most innocent sounding sigh and it snaps, I'm on my feet. I pull Jisung away from Hyunjin, dragging him by his arm outside into the hallway and pressing him against the wall.

"Min - " he cuts off as I attach my lips to his,

He gasps, his lips opening and I press him further into the brick, reveling in his helplessness.

He pushed his fingers into my hair, his grip pulling me closer to him. He's shivering under me, gasping into my mouth and clutching at the collar of my shirt.

I can't help but enjoy the power I have in this moment. Whether or not he realized the effect he was having on me earlier, I'm sure he knows now.

I'm trying to gauge the right time to pull away, to leave him hanging. He's more helpless than he's ever been, but I need a clear signal.

I slowly slide my knee up the inside of his thigh, and he goes limp, laying against the wall with his mouth open. I smirk, leaning down to touch my nose to his lips as my knee finds the apex of his thighs, and I find exactly what I needed to find.

"Minho," he nearly moans, and I smirk, leaning down towards his lips.

He leans up to kiss me, to really kiss me, but I peck his lips lightly and step away from him. He lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp, and it takes all of my self control not to give in to him.

But I don't even look at his face as I turn around and walk back towards the common room, satisfied.

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...yeah that's it

this is like very different than the kind of thing I usually write but let me know if you all are interested in more oneshots/angst/intense content because I'm definitely open to any or all

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