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“LINOOOOO! How have you been? We miss you around here man. So listen, we’re gonna have a party tomorrow night and we want you here. There’s gonna be drinks and some weed. Hope to hear back from you!”
The brightness from Minhos phone dimly lit up the car, causing Jeongin (who was stoned out of his mind) to flinch.
Minho snatches the roach from Jeongin hand. “Look at this”. Minho shows the text to Jeongin, who squinted trying to read it.
“Chris? Who the fuck is Chris?” He asks Minho in the most aggravated tone you could ever imagine, pushing the phone away from his face and rubbing his eyes.
“Chris like.. Australian chris? The one who cheated on Seungmin with a sorority pledge. The one thats super vasc. You know him.” Minho replies, taking the last hit from the roach before tossing it out the window and reaching for a pre-roll in his bag.
“The short one?” Jeongin asks in a more lower and fatigued sounding tone, as if he was over the conversation already. “Honestly, Seungmin should’ve seen it coming. He’s a closeted frat boy, thats on him.” He says while fumbling through his keys trying to feel for his lighter as the car was almost pitch black.
“Easy.” Minho cuts him off before he gets to finish what he was saying.
Minho takes the joint to his mouth and leans foward so that Jeongin could light it for him. “Pretty.” The pink-haired boy said to him as Minho sat back and laid his eyes on that text again. “You bored?” Minho asks Jeongin following a long pull, throwing his head back against the seat as he inhaled then passing the joint to Jeongin.
“Im good, i swear.” Jeongin softly snaps at Minhos question. “You should go though, get out more you know? Ever since you dropped out you havent gotten out much.” He recommends to Minho.
Minho was well known by the guys at his old University. Very well known. It bothered him more than ever though. He couldn’t stand how everytime he hooked up with a guy from his class the whole fucking school would find out and hit him on instagram with cringe ass pickup lines, sometimes just straight harassment. He couldn’t say he wasn’t immature though. He made a name for himself somehow. He was smart, but he wasn’t one to really take advantage of his academic intelligence, more so his looks. And of course with that came some character traits that some would find intimidating to say the least. But he was a sweetheart, he just didn’t open up to anyone. Shit, his trust issues almost always have something to do with why most of his relationships and friendships never work out. Thats not the case with him and Jeongin though. Jeongin was like… his other half. They’ve known eachother since High school and have been inseparable since then. Minho trusted Jeongin with everything he had and it was the same with Jeongin. They told eachother everything, and if Jeongin tells Minho he should do something, he’d do it. Minho wasn’t ever really the biggest party person. He'd always be the one drinking with some guy he had just met out by the pool exchanging numbers and talking about a potential hookup. He liked it when his flings were straight up with him. He was never one for small talk. if you dont want something more than to just fuck and leave in the morning, dont make it seem sappy and act like you truly wanna know about the person. Minho didn’t do feelings, which stems from rejection and just him having high expectations for boys.
“Are you gonna stop sitting there looking like a dumbass or are you gonna reply.” Jeongin snaps jokingly, making him receive a playful punch to the shoulder from his friend.
“Hey chris thx for the offer ill think about it.”
“If anything you’ll be going for him, no?” Jeongin comments.
Han Jisung.
Jisung and Minho went met in highschool. Jisung was the love of his life and even to this day Minho still refers to him as that. They were crazy for eachother, they were so in love. So obsessive, possessive, so rough and strict with what they did with other people. They liked this though. Sure, it was toxic to other people, but thats simply how they showed their love. Minho loved everything about him. His voice, his hair, the way he dressed, how determined and passionate he was about his music and their relationship, the way he smelled, his body, the sex and so, so much more. That is, until Minho caught him in his bed, Minhos bed, with another guy. It’s all a blur now. All Minho remembers is how he felt. He didn’t care enough to even try and remember the words that came out of Jisungs mouth that night, all those sorry nothings. He didn’t care. All he cared about was how he felt when he saw Jisung on top of another man kissing him and showing so, so much more affection than your usual pathetic hookup. Saying the words “get out” felt like sin. How could he say that to the man who he was so fixated on, so in love with. His highschool sweetheart.
Minho drives Jeongin to his dorm and takes a stroll around his neighborhood just to take some time to think to himself and listen to some music. He did this a lot. He liked being alone, feeling like he didn’t have a care in the world. Just him and his benz along with some Slowdive song playing in the back.
He got home and dragged his feet across the hall following his cats back into his room. He sits down on the edge of his bed and sets an alarm for some time in the late afternoon, knowing he’d sleep in later than usual. He sets his phone down and gets up to go treat his extreme cotton mouth before crashing.
God he hated that fucking alarm.. that shit could make anyones ears bleed with the first ring but then again its the only thing that could get him up almost immediately. He checks his texts and sees that Chris got back to him.
“All good. Im sure he’ll stay away. Hope to see you man”.
He just likes the message with a reaction and throws his phone beside him. He didn’t even care if Jisung stayed away or not, he wanted to see him anyway. He just didn’t wanna seem vulnerable or obsessive infront of his old friends. He dissociated on the 6:34…35…36…37 PM on the clock until he just got up and chose to get ready instead of being lazy. He washes himself and covered jewelry first. Minho loved his jewelry more than anything. Always paying attention to the colors and stones, making sure they match his outfit and his eye color. He picked out some studs, some silver bracelets and a Cartier chain, a Cartier chain Jisung bought him on his 19th Birthday. He paired all of this with some black dress pants, a white satin long sleeve that was almost halfway unbuttoned along with a long black coat. He wasn’t one to take occasions like this seriously, but he wanted to look good tonight, for Jisung. It was all for Jisung and it will always be for Jisung. Minho wore the same outfit that he wore when he caught him cheating. He put it all on not having high expectations of Jisung to recognizing it, but it didn’t matter. He still wanted to try.
He drove to the place, taking his sweet time to think about what could possibly happen. He never understood why he couldn’t just get over him. He knew there were so many other guys dying to be with someone like him.. but he only had eyes for Jisung. Han Jisung. He never spoke about his feelings for Jisung to anyone but Jeongin.. and even then he wouldn’t get super in depth about it. But the way Minho would tense up at the mention of his name said it all to Jeongin, and he just went along with it because at this point, theres no use in trying to talk Minho out of his obsession with what could’ve been and not what happened in the end.
Jisung didn’t expect for Minho to come. As soon as he saw Minho step into the foyer in his peripheral vision he grabbed a box of cigarettes and some grey goose and walked outside with no intention of going back inside. Jisung had shame, so so much shame that he didn’t know what to do with. He was the one that asked Minho out, and he was the one that brought their relationship to an end. He regretted it, so much. Staying up late nights stalking Minhos instagram on burner accounts, going through his following to see if someone else had his initials in their bio, and then just blocking him right after. Sure, Jisung had been with people after Minho, but nothing ever worked out even if he tried his hardest to. No one knew how to handle him like Minho did and he knew that no one will ever make him feel the way Minho did. Minho was his world, his everything, his boy - who he threw away so, so easily.
It ate him alive, the guilt that he carried. He knew he wasn’t going to get closure nor clarity from Minho. He remembers everything that happened that night so vividly. It all happened so fast. He still remembers the look on Minhos face.. that expressionless look that Minho still managed to shed a singular tear behind without even moving a muscle. Jisung loved Minho with everything he had. He was an angel, a doll, Jisungs doll who would’ve died for him, who would’ve given anything just to be alone with him forever. To most people, it’d come as a shock to know that Minho is much more affectionate than it seems. In reality, he’s just not too fond of PDA.
Minho didn’t see Jisung walk out to the pool at all. He was too distracted by how fucking messy everything was. He hated mess, even if it was a party.. have atleast SOME class, theres no reason why some girls bra should be the first thing you see when you step into the foyer. He cringed and just kept walking to where Chris was.
“MINHO!” Chris yells, giving him the tightest and most uncomfortable hug ever and holy shit, does he reek of heineken. He still laughs a bit though, not expecting Chris to yell his name out so loud. “How are you dude? You look great.” Chris tells him as he pulls away from the hug and fixes Minho a rum and coke (which he knew was Minhos favorite), nearly stumbling on his own words.
“Thanks man, i appreciate it.” Minho says as he slid his phone into one of the pockets of his coat. Chris hands him the drink he was making and Minho immediately cracks open the coke and pours the smallest amount of soda into the drink before downing it. Chris, knowing Minho tells him that he’ll see him around since Minho always wanders away somewhere that isnt too crowded but too empty. Minho just smiles and walks off.
Jisung watches Minho from the sliding doors as he sits by the pool lighting up a cigarette. He hated Chris for not telling him he invited Minho. He hated how happy his ex boyfriend looked, he hated how fucking hot he looked in that tight longsleeve, showing off his chest and build for everyone there to see. That was his, emphasis on was. He hated that everyone got to see it for free.
Minho roams the house, says hi to a few old friends and catches up with them. They always ask the same questions. “How are you managing yourself? Do you plan on enrolling again? You could’ve graduated by now. You were so close!”. Minho just laughed and gave them some half assed bullshit response like “oh it’s just a gap year” or “personal reasons”, but no. He was just drained, so fucking drained. But he didn’t wanna seem selfish to his friends, so he just lied.
“Lee Minho, is it?” Changbin says as he walks up to Jisung with 2 girls next to him. Jisung tried to ignore Changbin as he scrolled through his phone whilst drinking out of the vodka bottle he had brought outside with him. Ironically, Jisung wasn’t one for alcohol or weed, just cigarettes. But tonight, he didn’t want to feel. He wanted a distraction, waiting for a cute twink to walk up to him at any moment and give him attention.. but no. Minho looked too good. He looked so good until Jisung realized exactly what outfit he was wearing, and thats when he knew exactly what Minho was doing. He was pissed, so beyond pissed.
“Yeah, what about him? You think hes cute?” Jisung snaps at Changbin, making the more muscular man laugh at him. “You good bro?” He asks, which Jisung completely ignores. Changbin just ends up walking away, knowing how Jisung can get when hes drunk which is almost always never.
Minho gets bored and starts walking.. stumbling upstairs. He knows this house inside out from when he would stay over after parties and help Jisung pick up in the morning. When he would wake up to a nude, hungover Jisung next to him asking if he felt like driving him home for the morning. The more he thought about the memories this house brought the more sentimental he got, the more he craved the touch, scent, kisses, and warmth of his past lover. His forever.
He walks into the bathroom in the hallway, locked the door and just stood there. He hated the feeling of being drunk and depressed at the same time, so he just washed his face and called his friend to keep him some company for some time.
“Hey Minho everything okay? You look good.”
“Yeah its the same outfit i wore when i caught him”
“You’re deranged. Have you seen him?”
“No, hes avoiding me though, i kinda hate it.”
“Dumbass.”
Minho laughs at the name, he was though.. he felt so fucking dumb going out of his way to impress a man who apparently wanted nothing to do with him in the first place. He was tired, so tired. He wanted to go home, so bad.
“Jeongin come get me.” Minho asks roughly. It wasn’t a request, it was a command. But he didn’t mean for it to sound bitchy or anything, he was just drunk and it was okay. Jeongin didn’t mind at all, he knew how he was. “Please come get me.” Minho repeats himself. “Do you think im wasting my time, tell me straight up i literally feel fucking ill like im actually about to throw up.” Minho says rather quickly before grabbing his phone and taking Jeongin off speaker and bringing the phone to his ear instead. He knows people here are nosy, he didn’t wanna risk jack shit.
“I cant, not sober.” Jeongin replies. Obviously he was bullshitting and was just lazy and didn’t feel like driving at 11pm. “Fuck you. I love you, bye” Minho tells Jeongin before hanging up. He looks at himself in the mirror and rubs his eyes before taking off his coat walking back out.
He doesn’t know why, but something washed over him at that moment. Jisungs room was right there, he could just walk in and walk out at any moment. He missed it, he was curious. He wanted to know how he was doing without asking him straight up. Would he find someones clothes on the floor? someone elses handwriting on his mirror? Someone elses love letters in his drawers? He wanted to know everything. He stands next to the door for a bit before eventually just walking in. The smell of cigarettes and expensive mens cologne slaps him in the face and he gets hit with the biggest wave of nostalgia and melancholy. He drags his feet and immediately starts opening every drawer he sees without closing them. He didn’t care if he was making noise, he didn’t care if he was crying too loud, he didn’t care if the door was slightly open for anyone else to see. He was messy, he didn’t care, he didn’t have a single god damn care in the world.
“Get the fuck out of my room” Jisung says in the most passive aggressive voice paired with a tint of rage.
Minho acts like he didn’t hear what he just heard, he just kept going until he eventually just stopped. He looked at the voice who said that and was on his way out. Looking at Jisung made his heart drop. He didn’t want Jisung to see how bad he was hurting. Jisung was wearing something similar to Minho but with darker tones. Instead he looks messier. His hair is darker now, he’s more muscular, and fuck, did he smell like Han Jisung. The faint smell of brand name cologne under the strong scent of cigarettes. That was so him, and Minho loved it. It didn’t stop him from trying to walk out of his room though. Minho walks past him until he feels a hand on his waist, stopping him from walking forward
“Dont go” Jisung whispers out of nowhere, tone from the sentence he previously said completely changing.
Jisung can smell him now, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the older boys collarbone.
Minho feels faint on the tension between them. He slowly faces Jisung, focusing on his lips.
Jisung locks the door infront of them, “Come.” He commands Minho, to which of course he listens.
Jisung takes his hand and leads him to his mirror and sits in the chair infront of it. “Sit” he once again, commands Minho.
Minho doesn’t listen, he stands over Jisung and lets his hands run down from his neck to his chest.
“You did this to me, I cant stay.” Minho whispers to him while looking at their reflection. Fuck, they look good. They look so, so fucking good together, just like they always have.
Jisung melts into the touch, flinching when Minho takes his hands off of him. The shorter boy stands up and picks at a piece of paper nudged into the mirror and takes it out. Minho watches him as he does this. He knows what it is, he knows exactly what Jisung is about to hand to him.
“Im always thinking about you.” Jisung whispers shakily while he handed the piece of paper to Minho. It was a love letter Minho had written to him 2 years into their relationship. The more he zoned out on the mirror he noticed that there were more of them. He kept them, all of them. Jisung sits back down not taking his eyes off of Minho. Fuck, he looked so good. What truly pissed Jisung off is that he dressed himself in something that he knew Jisung would’ve loved that night, and now he did it again. He wanted Jisung to hurt, to beg for him. It takes Minho a while until he walks towards the mirror and nudges the paper back into the mirror and looks back down at Jisung, before he eventually sits on his lap.
There he is, his boy, his sweet angel, his love.
Minho feels Jisung grow harder under him the more they look at eachother. Jisung runs his hand across Minhos abs and rests his free hand on his waist.
Minho turns around completely, now facing Jisungs Just looking at his face turns him on so much, already feeling himself grow in his pants.
Minho slowly starts to grind against Jisungs buldge. Jisung groaning at the feeling, throwing his head back and letting his hands land on Minhos belt, undoing the buckle for him.
Minho lets him, Minho let him do anything he wanted to him. At this point, he wasn’t thinking about anything else but Jisung right in this moment. He doesn’t remember pain, he doesn’t remember all those nights he spent crying, he doesn’t see any of it.
Minho unbuttons his shirt and threw it on the ground, then unbuttoned Jisungs shirt, letting his hands roam his torso, feeling on his abs and chest. He was so hot, so fucking hot. He was Minhos type, he was made for Minho, and Minho was made for him.
“Promise to that you’ll love me right, Jisung.” Minho says in between pecks that he’s leaving on Jisungs neck. Minho doesn’t care if he doesn’t mean it, he just wants to hear him say it.
“i love you, Minho. I can’t be without you, you know? You’re everything to me, he never meant anything to me and i’ll prove it to you.” The petname making Minho melt. He didn’t need to hear anything else. He didn’t need an explanation, he didn’t need excuses, he needed him. He felt vulnerable, so vulnerable it was almost embarrassing. The taller boy started crying into Jisungs shoulder out of nowhere, understandably catching Jisung off guard. He lifts him up and caresses his ex boyfriends face. “I hate that I look for you in everyone.” Minho tells Jisung, which followed a kiss.. a very unexpected kiss to say the least. Their lips clashed so fast, and Jisung was already drunk on his taste. They were addicted to eachothers taste, they were like vampires. Jisung lifted Minho up from his lap and Minho proceeded to sit on the edge of Jisungs bed, wiping the saliva from the corners of his lips. Jisung stands up infront of him and grabs his face again, smashing their lips together.
Minho pulls away and unbuttons Jisungs pants so fucking fast. He pulls down his briefs and spits into his hand and starts stroking Jisung, not breaking the eye contact. Jisung missed this, Minho missed this. They missed eachother so much. They knew what they liked, they knew what made eachother feel good, they knew their bodies like the back of their palms.
Minho takes Jisung in his mouth and Jisung gasps at the feeling. He softy runs his fingers through the olders hair and brings his hand back down to his cheek, caressing it so lovingly and endearingly. He loved this. He loved how warm his mouth was, how fucking cute he looked giving head, how he didn’t hold back, how perfect he was. Minho still has tears running down his face, and Jisung catches onto this making his heart drop and his chest tense up.. but he doesn’t want him to stop and neither does Minho.
Minho pulls his lips away from his cock. “Take them off for me baby.” Minho asks Jisung following a sniffle. Jisung blushes at how casually he said it. He loved the lack of shyness Minho had. How he knew he was most comfortable around him like this, and how it’ll always be that way. It gave him the strongest sense of security.
Jisung unbuttons Minhos pants and pulls down his briefs. Minho was huge, so fucking huge.. maybe about an inch and a half bigger than Jisung. Jisung loved it though, how big of a dick he had, he knew he was lucky. And oh, he was gorgeous. He looked so gorgeous laid out like this. Minho was his prize. How beautiful he looked when he cried, how perfectly his chain sat on his neck and how perfectly it complimented his skin tone and bone structure, how slim his waist was, how he was leaking for Jisung.
Jisung leans foward and shoves his fingers into Minhos mouth, getting them wet enough for him to push them into his ass, stretching him out before he entered himself completely into the man beneath him. Minho whimpering at the feeling, keeping eye contact with Jisung as he pushes in and out rather aggressively. Minho held onto Jisung, digging his nails into his shoulder blades. He loved it rough, specifically how Rough Jisung was. The younger man entered himself into Minho, making Minho groan quite loud. Though there was a party going on and no one would really give 2 shits about if they were fucking or not, Jisung still felt the need to cover Minhos mouth. Maybe he was paranoid, or maybe he just liked how Minho looked with his hand over his mouth. Minho digs his nails deeper into his shoulder blades and back, wrapping his legs around Jisung he pounded into him. He lets out a shudder, and it was music to Jisungs ears. His voice was like candy, so sweet, so raspy, just like he loved.
Minho removes Jisungs hand from his mouth. “You’re so beautiful” he tells Jisung, catching Jisung off guard and making him laugh at the sudden compliment. Minho brings Jisung closer and starts sucking on his neck, leaving a few hickeys.. groaning everytime Jisung would pound deeper. By this point, they were chasing their climax. Minho groaning at every other centimeter deeper into him.
“You’re mine, tell me you’re mine baby, please” Jisung says as he’s reaching his orgasm. Minho just throwing his head back and opening his mouth more and more letting louder sounds come out.
“Please Minho, fuck” he repeats himself. Minho just brought him closer, running his fingers through his dark brown locks.
And then it happened, they came all over eachother. Panting while holding eachothers heads close.. Minho leaving kisses all over Jisungs face. He just kept kissing, biting on Jisungs bottom lip, not getting enough of him.
Jisung pulled away and reached for a box of tissues he had on his dresser. He cleans Both of them up, Minho just panting while zoned out on the ceiling as his hands continued to roam Jisungs neck and shoulders.
Jisung leaving kisses from Minhos lips down to his v-line. He loved this boy, so much.
“I’ll always be yours.”