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“Minho, what would you do if I were to cheat on you?” Jisung asks.
Minho first lowers his book, then his reading glasses. He blinks down at Jisung, face illuminated by the lamp on his side of the bed.
“Is this another one of those ‘what would you do if I was a worm’ questions?”
“Maybe.” It is. “Just humor me.”
Minho sets the book aside and joins Jisung below the covers. He hugs him tight, finally filling the cold, freshly washed hotel blanket with his familiar warmth and scent.
This must be why Jisung rarely gets homesick when they’re promoting in a different country. Knowing that the rest of the members are just a few rooms away, and having his boyfriend’s arms around him always makes him feel at home.
“I’d always love you, Jisung-ah.” Minho cups Jisung’s cheek and presses a chaste kiss to his nose. “I’d buy a fancy enclosure, depending on whatever animal you are. I’d figure out how to feed you and keep you happy, and then I’d kill myself once you die a natural death,” he says, summarizing what he told Jisung once already.
Jisung pulls Minho close and kisses him, groping his firm back muscles. He should worship those properly the next time they can get intimate without risking their next-day appointments. A little make out session will do them both good, though, so Jisung climbs on top of him.
“‘S not what I asked,” he says, moving his mouth along Minho’s neck, down to his chest, kissing the citrus soap scented skin. Minho’s gotten so buff, Jisung can’t help but bury his face between his tits, loving the soft giggles he gets in return. He rests his chin on Minho’s sternum, blinking up and batting his eyelashes at him innocently. “What would you do if I were to cheat on you?”
Minho sighs through his nose, face and neck all pink, and leaves featherlight touches down Jisung’s sides.
“You might not like what I’d do.” He grabs two handfuls of Jisung’s ass, squeezing to his heart's content.
Jisung suppresses a little whimper. “Would you be mad at me?”
“‘Course.”
“Would you.. Would you not love me anymore?”
“I’d still love you.”
“Then it doesn’t sound like I wouldn’t like it.. And that’s not very realistic, anyway." Usually Minho takes these kinds of questions seriously. "Are you lying to me?”
“It’s past our bedtime already.” Minho adjusts the blanket, pulling it over Jisung’s back. “I don’t want to upset you when we have to wake up in a couple of hours. Early shoot, remember?”
“Just tell me, I can’t sleep without knowing.” Jisung tries to act casual about it, but the sheer thought that there’s a valid reason for Minho to not love him anymore makes his lower lip wobble. He really brought this onto himself—
“I’d still love you,” Minho repeats and runs his hand through Jisung’s hair while petting his ass with the other. “But I’d hurt you. A lot.”
“What? Wouldn’t I be the one hurting you?”
Minho’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. “Sure. But you’d regret it very quickly.”
“Well, what If I don’t? What if I wanted to cheat on you—”
“Jagiya, you’d regret it as soon as I kill whoever you cheated on me with.”
Jisung catches his lower lip between his teeth. Minho looks too sleepy and fond for what he’s saying.
“I’d tell the others you freaked out after I found out, and haven’t reached out to me since,” he continues, caressing Jisung’s nape. “But I’d secretly lock you up somewhere where no one can find you. Somewhere with a nice view.. Or maybe just in a cage. I’d only feed you if you behave.”
“Minho..”
“Then I’d hurt you and fuck you until I forgive you. You’d learn your lesson in no time.”
“Fuck, Minho-hyung,” Jisung moans, dropping his forehead on Minho’s chest, kissing right over his heart while he grinds his hips down. Schedule be damned— He needs to get ruined by Minho right now. “Can we— Can we please fuck? Please, hyung, need you so bad, please—”