Do that again || MINSUNG

XV

"Kitten, I emailed your professor already. You can go back to bed, I called in sick too." 

"You shouldn't miss school because of me," Minho grumbled, his head still a bit fuzzy from his fever, but less nauseous nonetheless. He could take care of himself if he was careful enough.

"I want to take care of you."

"What makes you think that I need it?" 

"I'm pretty sure you like it, kitty. Now go back to sleep," Jisung's voice was borderline commanding, making Minho huff in playful annoyance, a slight grin overtaking his features right after. 

Jisung always succeeded in making him feel subby. 

Today was no exception. Whenever he was sick he always felt small, but Jisung taking care of him in everything he did pushed him over the ledge. 

"Sir.."

"Hm? Kitty needs attention?" Jisung had smiled softly at the feeling of Minho rubbing his head against the palm of his hand, clearly wanting pets. The older had whined at the words, making the shorter turn to his boyfriend, giving him all the pets he wants. 

"Feels hot.." 

In mere seconds, Minho was stripping, Jisung throwing his hands up in slight, unnecessary panic. 

"You're going to get even sicker if you stay naked." 

"Kitten's clothes were sticky and kitty still feels really hot," Minho had argued with a pout. 

"Come here, kitten," the younger said, patting his lap. The other didn't hesitate a second to follow the command. 

"What do you really want?" 

"Kitty isn't hiding anything!" Minho had gasped, clearly offended. 

"Hm? So you don't want me to touch you, you don't want to put on your collar and you don't want to put on your ears? That's fine by me."

"Kitten never said that!" the older boy whined loudly, squirming in Jisung's lap with pouty lips and a flushed face.

"You go wait on the bed for me, I'll go grab your stuff from my room. Don't do anything you're not allowed to."

That warning clearly wasn't enough, because when the shorter male had entered the room, he found his kitten with a white tail buttplug in, swaying his ass invitingly when he noticed the other's presence. 

"We're not fucking while you're sick." 

"Master!" Minho had mewled sadly, falling through his arms, his ass high with his back arched. 

"I know you get horny when you get sick Kitty, it's because you feel the same flush on your face when you get horny so your brain mistakes your fever for being horny."

"Okay Mr. Psychologist," Minho fell flat to the bed, rolling over with his hands formed into claws, patiently waiting for the belly rubs he was dying to get. 

Jisung caught onto the act, reaching out to pat his boyfriend's tummy. The older hummed happily, closing his eyes to relish the feeling better. 

"Good?"

"Mhm, really good," Minho answered, his other hand reaching out to intertwine his and Jisung's fingers. The younger smiled, laying down next to Minho to snuggle up to him. 

"My kitten's so cute, hm?" 

"Master really thinks so?" 

"I think kitty looks really cute right now," Jisung made eye contact with the older, smiling softly. He could never get enough of his boyfriend. 

"My pretty baby."

Minho ended up not being sick for long, the next day attending class again, although still a bit dizzy. He took a water bottle with him to class so that he could drink whenever he got a headache. 

"So either you were really sick or you had the best fuck in your life, which one is it?" Jeongin had snickered comically, nudging at the hickeys on his younger friend's neck. 

"Those were there like two days ago too, you just don't have enough classes with me to know that."

"Ouch, you're making me feel like a bad friend! So, back to the point, is Jisung limping to school or..?"

Ah, right. Jeongin thought he was a top. Which, honestly, confused Minho himself, because he really thought he acted like a whore all the time. A whore who liked to be dicked down.

"I was actually sick, headass," the taller boy scoffed, tilting his chin up as he strode away playfully. 

"And I'm supposed to believe that with those things on your neck? How far down do they even go!" Hyunjin surged to the boys' side, joining the conversation as he tried to look down Minho's shirt, pulling the material forward. 

"Okay wait this is cute, hold up, I'm tearing up," Hyunjin spoke as Jeongin got closer to inspect what his friend was crying about. 

"Jisungie made a heart with the hickeys, wow. Next time tell him to become an art major," Hyunjin snickered, fixing the oldest boy's shirt with a grin. 

"Ha ha, very funny. It was a nice thing to be woken up with, though." 

"This is only getting cuter and cuter, I can't stand it. Kim Seungmin fall in love with me."

"Hyunjin, you're not getting together with my friend. He thinks you're annoying," Minho spoke before Jeongin joined in with an "as he should". 

"Why do you all hate me?!" 

"Anyway, Jeongin, who is the love of your life this time around?" Minho ignored Hyunjin, although not being able to keep a smug grin off his face as he did so. 

"He's really cute, oh my god, don't get me started Lee Minho. I'm in fucking love," Jeongin groaned dramatically, making Hyunjin scoff, letting a "dramatic ass" slip before he tensed up because of the youngest's death glare. 

"God, I met him at a coffee shop. This is a cliche, so are you ready? He was the motherfucking barista alright. I was fucking sold, emotionally and because I paid for my coffee. He has fluffy hair and pale skin, kind of like a vampire, but it's actually really cute and when he smiles, oh my god, I think I'm going to melt just imagining it." 

"And they call me dramatic.."

"Hyunjin, shut up! What's his name, did you get his name?" Minho urged on, very excited to finally identify the man of Jeongin's dreams with a name. 

"Bang Chan."