Do that again || MINSUNG

VII

They went out today as well, but this time, at a cafe. Jisung started to get a bit more comfortable being around Minho in public, going as far as to hold his hand. 

Minho was undeniably the happiest man alive. His heart filled with joy whenever he looked at Jisung, knowing that he was his. 

"Want to try my cheesecake? I know you've never tried one," Jisung smiled softly at the boy opposite of him, who scrunched up his nose in return. 

"Only because it's you," he put down his hot cocoa for a second to accept the fork Jisung was pressing against his lips.

"So?"

"It's not bad," Minho couldn't find it in him to confess that it was actually really good. But, he was more of a salty-foods type of guy. Jisung had the biggest sweet tooth ever known to mankind, and no, Minho wasn't exaggerating. 

"Not bad," the shorter repeated with a scoff and reached out to take a sip of Minho's hot cocoa. The older raised his eyebrow in amusement, chuckling quietly at his boyfriend's antics. 

"I'm a bit disappointed they forgot to put whipped cream in," the taller boy mumbled when he got his hot cocoa back from his boyfriend, who smiled and stood up, snatching the hot cocoa away. Minho's eyes followed Jisung, grinning softly when he saw an employee apologize profusely, putting some whipped cream in immediately. 

"You're such a sap," he mouthed when Jisung approached him, chin up with a proud smug on his face. 

"Your hot cocoa with whipped cream, sir," the shorter smiled brightly when he saw Minho's leg bouncing up and down excitedly. He knew Minho's body language by heart; his fast blinking when he was upset, the slow and amazed blinking when he was happy, his legs dancing on the ground when he was excited or content, the glint of lust in his eyes when he wanted him, when he was so desperate for him, when he needed him. 

For many people Minho was a cold person who didn't put his emotions on display, but for Jisung the latter was an open book. 

"Thanks for that, really. You're my hero," the older said, pretending to swoon as his boyfriend laughed at him.

"Jisung! Is that really you?" 

Both boys at the table visibly tensed up. 

There another of Jisung's friends was, Seo Changbin. Minho despised him the most because he always pressed his cigarette butts against his arm or face, whatever part of his body wasn't covered, really. He just went along with Jisung, he supposed. 

"And Minho! My best buddy, what are you doing here?" Changbin gave the older boy a too tight hug, making Minho very uncomfortable. He'd rather not even touch the younger boy. 

Jisung held in his scoff. He didn't want to seem like he cared so much about Minho that he was possessive, but Changbin was pushing his buttons. 

"Chan told me you're Sungie's little fucktoy, isn't that right?" 

The air got hard to breathe and Minho felt like he was going to faint if he didn't inhale anytime soon. But, shit, he couldn't. He was so afraid of anything, everything. Everything that could happen in this exact moment. 

"Leave Minho alone," Jisung growled, warning his friend. He wasn't a force to be reckoned with, if he said so himself. Which is definitely not because of his anger issues. No, he's just very cool. 

"Oh, but look at him, his lonely lips are just begging me to fuck his mouth right now," Changbin smirked, tilting Minho's chin towards him. The oldest boy felt useless. He froze up, he couldn't even move a muscle, he was panicking really bad. He couldn't do anything but stare wide-eyed at the younger male before him. 

"Can't you see you're scaring him right now?" Jisung stood up angrily, pushing his friend away from his kitten. 

"As if. Little slut won't get scared by a little dirty talk. Anyway, Sung, Chan, my dearest, has the most beautiful pictures of you and Minho going out together, you showing up at his doorstep and even a video of your pretty kitten on his knees for you. You wouldn't want these to spread around school, right?" 

Jisung punched him. Hard. Changbin only smiled, spitting out some leftover saliva on the ground. 

"I just wanted to ask if I could use Minho for a bit, I'd delete the footage right away."

"I don't care what the fuck you want, you're not getting Minho. He's mine."

"Your fucktoy, huh? One click on send and your entire world will be upside down, you know that right?" 

"For fuck's sake, he's not my fucktoy, he's my boyfriend," Jisung cried out as he landed another punch, this time an employee rushing between them to pull them apart, taking Jisung outside. Minho followed behind his Master obediently, avoiding eye contact with Changbin. 

But that didn't really work. The younger pulled the back of his hoodie, making him choke a bit. 

"We'll pick you up at 8 PM tomorrow, make sure your dumb lover isn't there if you want these pictures deleted." 

Minho couldn't believe his ears. Who the fuck was 'we'? He shook his head no and ran after Jisung, tears building up in his eyes. He fell into his boyfriend's arms, who stroked his hair softly.

"What's got you so upset baby, overwhelmed?"

Minho nodded yes, snuggling up to Jisung, calming down a bit.

"Do you want those pictures deleted?"

"Are you implying what I think you are? Because no, I'm not letting that bastard do anything to you. You're mine, kitten, mine only," Jisung held him a little tighter.

"If there was another way to get those pictures deleted, would you want them to be?" 

"Of course I would, but I definitely do not want to sell you out to him, okay? Who knows what he'd do to you, I doubt he could take care of you the way I can."

Maybe Minho just wouldn't do him any sexual favors.