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1

Jisung enters his apartment with a loud, guttural groan. He shoulders his bag onto the floor and kicks off his shoes, stretching his arms above his head and popping the bone in his shoulder. 

“Holy shit, work was so— oh. Uh. Shit.”

His routine complaining about whatever Changbin did in the studio that day is quickly interrupted by the non-stop sound of flowing water, and the sight of his roommate, Seungmin, repeatedly banging his forehead against the counter. Jisung can see the beginnings of a large puddle on the ground and a welt the size of Asia forming on Seungmin’s head.

Even still, Jisung just can’t help himself.

“Water you doing?” He asks, snickering under his breath. He watches steam come from Seungmin’s ears in real time and it’s just as hilarious as he expected.

“You know, just flooding our apartment for fun.” Seungmin shoots him a dirty look. “Also, you’re not funny.”

“I’m extremely funny,” Jisung replies, making his way towards the kitchen unbothered. Not his mess, not his problem. “And talented, and charming, and sexy. Among other things.”

“I beg to differ.” Seungmin rolls his eyes. He tilts his head towards the source of the problem; the kitchen sink. “Now can you help me get this to stop? I’ve been trying for the past fifteen minutes.”

“Uhhh,” Jisung says, staring blankly at the kitchen sink filled to the brim, spilling over. He grabs the hand towel that’s draped over the oven handle behind him and tosses it carelessly on the floor. It lands with an audible plop in the massive puddle. It does very little to help the situation. He turns to Seungmin, “Can’t you just, like, turn it off?”

Seungmin scowls at him, flicking the knobs of the faucet aggressively over and over to make a point. The water doesn’t stop coming out. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

Jisung pretends to think about it. “Yes.”

“This is your fault.” Seungmin frowns, poking Jisung directly in his chest, causing him to stumble backwards due to the force. “I don’t know how, but it is. It always is.”

Jisung pouts and pokes back. His socks are uncomfortably wet now. “No? This is your fault. The sink caught your bad vibes and now it’s broken. Good going, Seungmo.”

“You’re an idiot.” Seungmin pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes and recenters himself. Or tries to, at least. “It’s fine. It’s fine. We’ll just call a plumber and get it fixed before it causes too much damage.”

“Good idea,” Jisung says with a shrug. He toes out of his wet socks and tosses them into the puddle as if that will help soak it up too. Seungmin is lining up various pots and bowls on the ground to try and catch some of the water instead. It’s not working very well. “This is why you’re the one with the degree, I guess.”

“You… you have a degree.” Seungmin says, dumbfounded. “We literally went to college together. You have a full-time job because of said degree. Hello?”

Jisung doesn’t reply. Instead, he shrugs and hauls his body over the back of the couch and settles in, digging between the cushions to obtain the remote. It’s in there somewhere, he’s sure.

“I think Jeongin might know someone,” Seungmin says out loud as he types away on his phone, “Hopefully they can get here soon. The landlord is not gonna be happy about this. He’s already old and grumpy.”

“Our landlord is Chan.” It’s Jisung’s turn to roll his eyes. Chan has been, like, their best friend since high school. Jisung literally works with him every day, and his parents own the building they live in. Seungmin is so dramatic sometimes. “He’s not grumpy. If anything, he’ll give us a light scolding and then take us out for dinner because he feels bad.” 

Seungmin frowns. “Whatever.”

Jisung ponders for a moment, tapping his finger to his chin. “Actually, let’s get it over with and tell him now. I’m in the mood for sashimi.”

Seungmin scoffs. “Jeongin gave me the number for a plumber. I’m calling now.”

“Mmkay,” Jisung says through a mouthful of Skittles he’s procured. Their slogan is really true, Jisung thinks. He really can taste the rainbow— along with the lingering metallic tang from the penny he accidentally put in his mouth as well, but that’s neither here nor there. “Felix’s coming over soon, too. Mario Party marathon 'til we kill each other or pass out, whichever comes first. You in?”

“Sure— wait, where did you get Skittles?” Seungmin narrows his eyes at Jisung who’s chewing audibly, still searching between the cushions like he’s digging for gold.

“From the couch,” Jisung shrugs, finding another piece of loose candy and popping it between his lips. He thinks it might be a Tootsie Roll, but he’s not too sure. “I’m looking for the remote. D’you know where it is?”

Seungmin’s face twists up. “You disgust me.”

“Aw,” Jisung grins when his fingers finally find the remote, switching on the television. Whatever channel came on is half-way through Shark Tale. Jisung leans back and kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. “I love you, too.”  

-

Mario Party night went about as well as expected. 

Seungmin won, because he somehow always does, and Felix nearly gave Jisung a black eye during a mini-game. Jisung is also pretty sure he placed an elaborate curse on Seungmin’s bloodline at some point, but things got a little hazy around the 3 a.m. mark. 

The morning (read: afternoon) after, Felix and Jisung are dancing around the steadily growing puddle in the middle of the kitchen, play-fighting over who gets the last pancake in the stack. Or maybe they’re real fighting. He can’t speak for Felix, but Jisung really wants that pancake.

He throws a punch with a little too much force behind it to be playful. Felix dodges effortlessly and sticks out his tongue.

“I can just make more,” Seungmin says flatly from the table, unphased by the squabble taking place. This is a common occurrence. They ignore him and continue to lunge at each other, which is also a common occurrence. 

Felix has Jisung in his arms dipped low, poised to attack, when a knock at the door startles him. His arms flail out and he subsequently drops Jisung. 

Jisung falls on the floor ungracefully, ass first. He flops himself backwards to be dramatic, splayed out like a starfish and whining incessantly. His tailbone stings a little. Felix laughs down at him with the last pancake hanging from his mouth. Jisung pouts, defeated.

A couple more knocks on the front door. It’s gotta be Chan. Or Changbin, maybe. There aren’t many other options, most people don’t stick around the friend group for too long. 

Jisung shouts, “Come in, it’s unlocked!”

“Seriously?” Seungmin hisses, scooting his chair back, “Stop telling people you leave our front door unlocked, Jisung. It’s like you’re asking to be robbed, or worse.” He makes a motion across his throat with his finger.

The front door swings open, an unfamiliar voice entering the room. “Um. Hello?”

Jisung’s blood runs cold. Shit, maybe Seungmin is right. He usually is, not that Jisung would ever admit that out loud.

A little scared, Jisung slowly turns his head towards the voice he doesn’t recognize, expecting it to be like a scene straight out of one of the horror movies he watches alone in his room at night. Not the best idea, by the way. Do as he says, not as he does. 

Eyes squeezed shut, Jisung prepares himself to come face-to-face with a masked murderer holding a comically large knife or something equally as threatening. He musters up the little bravery he has within himself and opens his eyes, planning to sacrifice Felix first because he’s easier to manhandle. Seungmin would be next because Jisung is faster than him.

Jisung was born to be the final girl.

Instead, it’s more like a scene from one of the shitty rom-com movies he forces Seungmin to watch with him sometimes. Cue the upbeat Top 40 love song, the pink chroma key background, and every other cheesy cliche Jisung can think of. Time slows like molasses, his vision goes a little blurry. He can hear the birds singing. Or maybe he just hit his head a little too hard when he fell.

Jisung’s lips part uselessly, staring up at the incredibly attractive man standing in his doorway. 

“Uh,” The man blinks rapidly, eyes trained on Jisung laid out on the ground, eyebrows furrowed in concern or confusion or maybe both. Though Jisung swears the corner of his lip looks like it’s fighting not to curl into a smirk. God, he’s so hot. “Someone called for a plumber?”

“That would be me.” Seungmin steps over Jisung’s body casually, extending his arm towards the plumber for a proper handshake. “Kim Seungmin.”

Jisung coughs and it sounds a lot like the word nerd .

“Lee Minho.” The plumber squints his eyes, meeting Seungmin’s hand apprehensively. He adjusts his tool belt with the other hand. “What seems to be the issue?”

“So many things,” Jisung says dazedly to no one in particular.

“The kitchen sink is broken.” Seungmin motions behind them. He steps over Jisung yet again, not-so-accidentally kicking him in the ribs. “Over here.”

The hot plumber— Lee Minho, Jisung reminds himself so he can write it in his diary later with little heart doodles next to his name— pauses to look down at Jisung instead of following after Seungmin. 

His smirk is clearly visible now. “Everything okay down there?”

“Yeah, I’ve just decided to take on the life of a rug.” Jisung blinks up at him owlishly. And then, because he lacks a filter, “You can step on me. If you want. I encourage it, actually.”

Felix cackles behind them through a mouthful of pancake.

“Maybe next time,” Minho says jokingly, extending an arm to help him up. He doesn’t know that Jisung is insane enough to actually take him up on the offer for a next time. He’ll learn eventually, Jisung will make sure of it. “Here. Let me help you up.”

Jisung takes the hand offered to him and lets his body become dead weight as Minho pulls him from the ground, staring at his thighs the entire time. They flex with the muscle he puts into lifting him. Jisung nearly drools.

“Thanks,” Jisung says, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, legs wobbling like a newborn foal once he’s on his feet. He leans an elbow against the table to look cool, but misjudges the placement and ends up almost falling over again. He recovers smoothly with, “So, about that next time —”

“Minho, it’s over here,” Seungmin interrupts with a pointed glare at Jisung, successfully diverting Minho’s attention. 

Fuck, Jisung is so glad he cursed Seungmin’s bloodline last night. What a cockblock.

-

Minho putszes around their kitchen for a good half an hour. He bends over the sink, squats down when he opens the cabinets underneath. Groans and grunts as he messes with the plumbing.

Jisung is half-hard (read: fully chubbed up) and convinced he’s in love for real. He will see to it that he is wifed up by Lee Minho as quickly as possible. He’ll even learn to cook if he needs to.

“This is better than anything on the pay-per-view channels,” Jisung sighs dreamily, shamelessly ogling Minho from the living room while he works diligently on their busted sink. “I feel like I’m in my own personal dream porno. I’d let him do whatever he wants to me.” 

Felix nuzzles his head into Jisung’s shoulder affectionately. “Can I watch?”

“Duh,” Jisung replies, resting his cheek against Felix’s hair. He’d definitely let Felix watch. He knows Felix is secretly into that and Jisung has always had very little shame. It’s why they go so well together. Felix matches his freak. “Sucks he’s wearing a belt though. The one time I’d actually want to see some crack, you know?”

“We can hear you,” Seungmin says with his arms crossed. Minho scoffs a small laugh at that. Jisung takes it as a win, because Seungmin sure as hell doesn’t deserve it.

Jisung shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Your boner is digging into my thigh, by the way,” Felix whispers, snaking an arm around Jisung’s waist, “Do you need to, like, go take care of that? I can help if you want.

Jisung shakes his head. “Nah, thanks though. You know I’m somewhat of a masochist.”

He doesn’t miss the way Minho smirks at that bit of information, subtle but there nonetheless. Jisung will file that in the back of his brain for later. He’s almost positive it’ll come in handy. Ha. Handy.

-

When Minho leaves after he finishes up, and Felix heads out as well to meet up with his dick appointment (read: Jisung’s landlord), Jisung latches himself to Seungmin’s arm like a leech. Literally. He attaches his lips to Seungmin’s forearm and sucks. Hard.

“Ow.” Seungmin shoves him off with haste, rubbing the spot where the small bruise begins to bloom. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Give me his phone number,” Jisung demands.

“No.”

Jisung whines and groans, making grabby hands at Seungmin’s phone. He stomps his foot petulantly. “Come onnnnn. You stole my star in Mario Party last night. You owe me!”

“I owe you nothing.” Seungmin crosses his arms over his chest, tucking his phone just out of reach.

“Well, whatever,” Jisung huffs, “You owe me a star, at the very least.”

“Speaking of owing,” Seungmin says, “Where’s the two months of back pay in rent you owe me? Huh?”

Jisung blinks.

“Oh, shit. Well. Would ya look at the time?” He glances down at his watch-less wrist, inching towards the door, “I’ve got to, uh… go… to Changbin’s. To work on… a song. Yeah. Sorry, man. See you later, probably.”

“Jisung, I want—”

He doesn’t hear the rest of Seungmin’s sentence because he’s out the door and already halfway down the hall heading for the elevator. 

Man, that was a close one.

He hopes Changbin won’t rat him out this time.

-

2

Jisung has come up with a foolproof plan to make sure the plumber comes back.

He’s been thinking about it all week. Especially at night when he touches himself, not that he’d admit that part out loud just yet.

Felix, ever the perfect best friend, came over not two minutes after Jisung texted the screenshot of the plan detailed in his Notes app to him, eager to help. He said he was already nearby running errands, but Jisung knows that Felix likes to loiter outside their complex when he’s bored and just waits to be invited up.

Seungmin is out of the house doing whatever it is he does, which is probably taxes or something equally as boring, so the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Felix and Jisung stand shoulder to shoulder in the bathroom, scheming.

“I don’t know.” Jisung shrugs. He crouches down and squints at the pipe beneath the sink. “Just whack it a couple of times, I guess. That should do the trick.”

“Say less.” Felix grins maniacally, winding his arm back. 

He brings the wrench he’s holding down with all of the strength in his tiny little body, and Jisung winces as it rattles against the metal. Two more hits and the pipe dislodges. Felix proceeds to hit it another four times anyway for good measure. His eye is twitching when Jisung gently grabs his arm to make him stop.

Jisung has to physically force the wrench out of his hand, which isn’t easy because his fingers have a death grip on the thing.

“Sorry,” Felix says sheepishly after he takes a deep breath and recenters himself. “I, uh, got a little carried away. I’m just pent up, I think.”

“It’s okay.” Jisung pats his shoulder, then ruffles his hair. “You know I love it when you’re a little unhinged.”

“Awww,” Felix squeals. He throws his arms around Jisung’s shoulders and buries his face in his neck. “I love you, too. Let’s do Seungmin’s en-suite next time!”

Jisung grins, booping Felix’s nose. “I also love the way that pretty, twisted little mind works.”

-

Minho comes back over the next day, thanks to Seungmin begrudgingly calling him after reaming Jisung over ruining yet another sink. 

Jisung really couldn’t bring himself to care. Last time wasn’t even on purpose!

Felix came by as well because he’s as shameless of a voyeur as Jisung is a freak. That, or he just enjoys watching Jisung embarrass himself.

Minho looks just as devastatingly sexy as the first time, if not more so. Jisung swears his jeans are just a little bit tighter today, hugging the muscle of his thighs in the most delicious way. It’s unfair, really.

Jisung has also taken it upon himself to dress up a bit as well. Flaunting everything he has to offer. He’s wearing one of his muscle shirts, with the arm cutouts that reach down to his waist, showing off a glimpse of his side tattoo. His shorts are also two sizes too small and, according to Felix, make his ass look ‘extra tight and biteable’. Whatever that means.

He doesn’t miss the way Minho does a double take when he walks in, blinks rapidly, licks his lips.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“You look like a whore,” Felix chides with a smirk, elbowing Jisung in the ribs from beside him. “Good work.”

Jisung grins mischievously. “Thanks, I know.” 

“Yeah, it’s the bathroom sink this time,” Seungmin explains as he guides Minho in that direction. He rolls his eyes towards Jisung when he says, “No idea what could have happened to it.”

“Rats,” Jisung says, bouncing along behind them with his arm linked through Felix’s. “Probably.”

Minho squats down to open the cabinet and take a look at the damage. The pipe is dislodged and bent and twisted into ways it definitely should not be. Jisung takes a moment to admire his and Felix’s work.

Minho’s face morphs into utter confusion as he glances back up at the three of them, bewildered at the damage.

“Really big rats,” Felix supplies.

“Rats, sure,” Minho nods like that makes sense. His eyes flicker to Jisung and narrow suspiciously. “Or maybe a different type of pest?”

And that comment has absolutely no business making Jisung as hard as it does. His tiny, tiny shorts do nothing to conceal his boner. He doesn’t really care anyway. Not when he has Minho’s attention.

Minho clears his throat and looks away, “Well, I’ll have to come back with some parts to get this fixed another time. I won’t be able to do it today. Was there something else I could help take care of?”

“Well, actually,” Seungmin says, at the same time Jisung says, “Me.”

Minho just blinks between them.

“Shameless,” Seungmin grumbles under his breath before continuing, “But the shower drain hasn’t really been working properly. Do you think you could take a look while you’re here?”

Minho nods, “Yeah, sure.”

-

“I’d let him do whatever he wants to me,” Jisung says, his eyes rolling back at just the thought alone. He’s lingering in the hallway as he watches Minho take a look at the shower drain. “He could spit on me, call me names, anything. He could do anything and I’d thank him for it. I'm so serious.”

“You’re such a little slut!” Felix gasps.

“Yeah.” Jisung shrugs, because it’s true. No use in denying it. “But I’d also worship the ground he walks on. He’s the kind of guy you want to come home to after a long day of work. The kind of guy you buy flowers for just because, or kiss in the rain, or play a boombox outside of his window. I may be a freak, but I’m also romantic as fuck.”

“More like cheesy as fuck,” Seungmin adds, unamused. “I don’t know what’s worse— hearing about the nasty sex stuff or listening to you wax poetic about our plumber.”

Jisung ignores him and carries on, “I’d romance the fuck out of him. And I’d let him fuck me stupid whenever he wants.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, you’re already pretty stupid as it is,” Seungmin says.

“It’s an easy fix,” Minho says suddenly, poking his head out from the bathroom, looking a little flustered. He wipes his hand across his forehead and takes the beads of sweat with it. Jisung wishes it was his tongue instead. “I just need to snake the drain. I’ll be right back.”

When he thinks Minho is out of ear shot, once he’s left to grab the tools he left in the kitchen, Jisung leans into Seungmin, elbows him in the side and whispers, “I wish he would snake my drain, if you know what I mean.”

Seungmin chokes on his own spit and presses his pointer finger into Jisung’s forehead, pushing him away from his immediate vicinity. “You’re a freak, you know that?”

“You love me, though.” Jisung reaches out to pinch his cheek. Seungmin dodges with ease. Felix laughs at the both of them.

“I love that you pay half the rent,” Seungmin says. “And even then, I’m not so sure. Speaking of rent, when are you gonna pay—”

Uh oh.

“Hey, did Jeongin ever give back that copy of Crime & Punishment you lent him?” Jisung shuts that down real quick, evading the question entirely and successfully distracting Seungmin. 

He just spent nearly $200 on a 1/8 scale Toru Oikawa figure and $16.99 on V-bucks. He’ll worry about catching up on rent next paycheck. 

Seungmin doesn’t need to know all that.

He lets out a sigh of relief when Seungmin picks up his phone instead of arguing back, presumably to call Jeongin. Jisung will apologize to Jeongin later by way of ruffling his hair and asking him for a kiss that he knows he won’t get, which is not actually apologizing at all. 

Oh well.

-

They’re back in the kitchen now after Minho worked his magic in the bathroom to unclog the drain. 

Jisung is already planning out the next thing he’s gonna destroy to get him to come back again, despite the fact that he still needs to come back to fix the first one technically. Seungmin’s en-suite sink is definitely the top contender. Thanks, Felix.

Jisung’s knuckles are white from the way he grips the edge of the kitchen counter. 

“I want him carnally,” he nearly growls to himself.

Felix and Seungmin stand beside him, loitering as Minho gathers up his belongings and washes his hands.

It takes an incredible amount of self restraint for Jisung not to ask him to bend him over and take him right here in front of his friends.

“Sounds like a pipe dream.” Seungmin snorts. “Get it?”

Jisung rolls his eyes and ignores him, turning towards the hot plumber instead. Much better view, in his opinion. His voice turns syrupy sweet when he says, “Thanks so much for your help, Minho.”

“It’s no problem. I’m at your disposal.” Minho replies with a smirk, gesturing towards the kitchen sink. “Get it?”

Jisung laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

Seungmin frowns, “Whatever, I’m going to my room. Are you coming, Felix?”

“Can we let it rip?!” Felix’s eyes brighten up, smiling excitedly. They’ve had a hyper fixation on Beyblades lately. “Your stadium is so much better than mine. I have my Pegasus in my back pocket.”

Seungmin shrugs, brushing past Minho on his way to the hallway. “Sure, come on.”

“Sick!” Felix skips forward, clapping Jisung on the back along the way. 

Minho raises a curious eyebrow at Jisung once they’re gone, “What the fuck are they talking about?”

“They’re really into tops these days,” Jisung replies, “So am I, if you were wondering. Into tops. Very into tops.”

Minho hums, suppressing a smirk. “I bet.”

“So like, say my drain is clogged—” Jisung continues, leaning against the counter closer to Minho, and then quickly amends, “Wait, no. Not… not clogged. Ew.” He shakes his head. He’s trying to make an innuendo here. “Say it’s, uh, in need of… some real good plumbing. Yeah. Can I get your number so I can call you personally next time?”

Minho blinks. “Your roommate already has my number.”

“Yeah but, like, what if he’s not around when I need you— I mean. Need your expertise. In plumbing.” Jisung pouts. “Plus he won’t give it to me, I’ve already asked. He’s kinda an asshole.” 

“My expertise?” Minho nearly snorts.

“Uh, yeah.”

Minho shrugs, nonchalant. “Sure, Jisung, you can have my number.”

“Wait, really?” Jisung gapes. He can’t believe that worked.

“Yeah. It’s seven.”

Jisung furries his brow. “Huh?”

“Think about it,” Minho pats Jisung on the head, a little patronizing, which just serves to make Jisung’s shorts that much tighter. “I’ve got to get going now. Oh by the way, your roommate left his phone on the counter here. Might want to get this back to him.”

Jisung takes Seungmin’s phone from Minho’s hand. Huh, weird. He never just leaves his phone lying around. He’s very particular about who he lets touch it, and he’s usually always glued to the screen texting Changbin or playing Tetris.

Minho gives him a sly grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, and oh boy, Jisung knows that look. He invented that look. The look of chaos and faux innocence. There is a hint of crazy in those eyes, Jisung would recognize it anywhere.

God, he’s so in love with this man already. 

Plus, he must be really good with his fingers if he was able to swipe it from Seungmin’s pocket without him noticing. Very interesting information for Jisung. He will remember that.

When Jisung finally looks down at the phone screen after Minho leaves, it’s conveniently open to a specific contact page.

Plumber (Do Not Give to Jisung!!).

Jisung easily texts himself the contact and then deletes the evidence. This is a good sign, he thinks. Minho must want him, too, at least a little bit. Enough to make sure he gets his personal cell number, even if it was in a roundabout kind of way. Jisung likes them hard to get.

It takes another three hours for Jisung to realize what Minho meant by seven. 

Jisung wants— needs — to be number eight.

-

3

It’s margarita Monday. 

Jisung meets up at Chili’s with everyone to get sloppy on discounted margs and fuck up a triple dipper. A treat, for making it through the first day of the week. It’s tradition.

“Holy shit, what happened to your head?” Jisung blurts when Hyunjin walks in and slides into the booth across from him.

Jeongin shoots him a nasty look from Hyunjin’s side. 

Hyunjin rubs a hand over his head. “Oh, I buzzed it last night. Does it look bad?” He frowns at Jeongin. “See, I told you it looks bad.”

“It doesn’t look bad, babe,” Jeongin replies sweetly. His tone shifts flat when he turns to Jisung, eyes narrowed. “Right, Jisung?”

“Yeah. Right,” Jisung nods frantically, actually kind of scared of Jeongin. He’s been hitting the gym with Changbin lately, and he’s always had a threatening aura hidden behind those cute dimples. It could fool anyone! Jisung looks at Hyunjin and forces a smile, “You… look like a kiwi. S’nice.”

Jeongin smacks him on the shoulder. Hard.

“Ow, what the hell? I like kiwis! They’re my favorite fruit,” Jisung whines, rubbing over the tender spot on his arm. He bruises like a peach, which is his actual favorite fruit. “It was a compliment. Obviously.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “You act like we haven’t known you for nearly half of your life, and that you haven’t told us that peaches are your favorite fruit every single time we go out for brunch. Asshole.”

“Don’t let Jisung get to you,” Seungmin says to Hyunjin, waving a dismissive hand, “He wants to fuck our plumber so bad he’s been decreasing the value of the apartment by breaking shit. It’s getting a little pathetic, really.”

“Plumber? I hardly know her,” Jeongin jokes under his breath without missing a beat.

“I’m sorry, he’s been what?” Chan interjects, only to be blatantly ignored by everyone else. Felix pats Chan’s shoulder sympathetically as if he wasn’t one half of the demolition crew.

“Actually, I want to be fucked by our plumber,” Jisung clarifies, unperturbed. “There’s a difference.”

Changbin chooses then to chime in, “We all know you’re a bottom, bro. It was implied.” 

Jisung licks the salt from the rim of his marg.

-

Minho comes back on Tuesday to fix the busted pipe.

“I feel like I’ve been seeing more of you than my own mother this past week,” he groans when he comes in, tossing his toolbox onto the dining table. He takes a seat and drops his forehead to the top of the table, sighing out long and hard, “I just came from another job. I’m drained .” 

Jisung laughs.

“Nice to see you, too,” Seungmin rolls his eyes at Minho, “Yeah, make yourself at home. Sure. Not weird or intrusive at all.”

Minho doesn’t respond to him, and instead lifts his head and looks right at Jisung. He jabs a thumb in Seungmin’s direction. “Is he always this much of an asshole?”

“Yep,” Jisung replies with a shrug. “You get used to it after a while. It actually ends up being his charming point, if you think about it.”

Seungmin scoffs, scandalized. “You work with shit all day and you’re calling me the asshole?”

Minho nods.

“You’ve gotten way too comfortable, way too fast,” Seungmin scowls.

“I think it’s great that you feel so comfortable here,” Jisung says excitedly, “It’s almost like we’re friends. We are, right? Friends?”

Minho smirks. “Sure. We can be whatever you want, Jisung.”

“Oh my god. Don’t tell him that,” Seungmin warns, “He’ll take that and run with it. Before you know it, you’ll be—”

Before Seungmin can finish his thought, the front door flies open. Felix stomps through the entryway and collapses on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“That makes two of us,” Minho grumbles under his breath. “Wait, does he live here, too?”

Jisung shakes his head. “You’d think so, but no. Just me and good old Kim Seungmin. And the, uh, rats.”

“Right.” Minho laughs. “The rats.”

-

It doesn’t take long for Minho to replace the pipes. That wasn’t the point of getting him over here, anyway. 

“Sooo…” Jisung kicks his feet nervously, loitering around Minho’s general vicinity while he patches up the last thing. “Do you, uh, like pipes or are you more of a… drain kinda guy?”

“Terrible euphemism.” Seungmin grumbles under his breath from across the room.

Felix shrugs from beside him. “I dunno, I thought it was pretty creative.”

Jisung doesn’t remember asking the peanut gallery for their opinions. He scowls in their direction. They’re ruining the moment.

Minho’s lip curls up anyway, amused. “I usually prefer working with pipes,” He pauses for a moment, “I also like cock.”

Jisung’s jaw hits the floor.

“Caulk,” Minho repeats with a smirk, emphasizing the L sound. He huffs a laugh through his nostrils as Jisung opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish struggling to breathe. “I’m really good at caulking.”

“I bet you are,” Jisung replies in a trance. He shakes it off as best as he can. “Could you, uh, teach me sometime?”

“We’ll see,” Minho replies.

Jisung takes that as yet another win.

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” Minho announces as he saunters back to the kitchen, packing up his tools. “Try not to need me again too soon.”

“Yeah, sure. See you next week, when another pipe breaks out of nowhere,” Seungmin says, staring straight at Jisung even though he’s speaking to Minho. “So weird how that keeps happening.”

“Ha ha, yeah, so weird. Crazy, right?” Jisung laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think we’re just, like, super unlucky or something.”

“Yeah, or something.” Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“Maybe your apartment is haunted,” Felix speculates way too believably, even though he is partially responsible for the damage that has been done. “Maybe it’s ghosts.”

“Maybe,” Jisung concurs with a nod. Seungmin looks exasperated. Minho looks intrigued and maybe a little concerned. Jisung simply shrugs. “Who knows?”

“Me! I know,” Seungmin exclaims, a hand pulling at his hair, frustrated. “Ghosts? Seriously? You two keep—”

Jisung clasps a hand over Seungmin’s mouth, muffling whatever incriminating things he’s trying to say right now, smiling endearingly at Minho. 

“Have a good night, Minho!” Jisung says sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes.

Seungmin bites Jisung.

Minho pauses halfway out of the door, looking back over his shoulder. “Good night, Jisung.” 

He stops again and looks at the other occupants of the apartment, nods curtly towards the flailing Seungmin, “Kim Seungmin.”

Then to Felix, “Guy who’s always here whose name I still don’t know.”

Minho looks at Jisung one last time before continuing on his way out, and Jisung swears he sees him wink.

“Felix!” Felix calls after him as the door begins to close, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a pout. “My name is Felix!” He huffs, hands on his hips as he turns to Jisung once Minho is gone. “I swear I’ve introduced myself to him before.”

-

“Do you think he likes me?” Jisung asks Seungmin later that night when he forces him to watch Flushed Away for the sixth time since they met Minho.

“He’s just trying to do his job, and you won’t shut the fuck up and stop asking weird questions about your pipes,” Seungmin complains, sinking into the couch. “I wouldn’t like you if that were me. I already don’t like you, though.” 

Despite having seen the movie so many times— and his constant complaining— Seungmin’s eyes are still glued to the screen, paying rapt attention.

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but I think it’s working. He’s, like, so into me.”

“I have no idea how, but I think you’re right. Maybe I should fire him as our plumber.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Jisung says, “That would mean all my progress down the drain .”

Seungmin just hisses, “Shut up, Le Frog is about to show up. It’s the best part.”

-

4

Jisung left Minho a voice message.

You can just let yourself in, he had said. I might be busy with something when you get here. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.

Busy doing what, you may ask? Great question.

“Quick, kiss me,” Jisung says, grabbing Felix by the shoulders as soon as he hears footsteps nearing the front door.

Minho is supposed to be here any minute to fix the sink in Seungmin’s en-suite, which he and Felix spent the last couple hours clogging with balled up baby wipes.   

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Felix replies enthusiastically. “C’mere.”

He wraps his arms around Jisung’s middle and drags him in until their bodies are flush against one another. Pinches at the sides of his waist and giggles at the squeal Jisung produces because of it. Jisung winds his arms around Felix’s neck and goes for it.

They’ve kissed before. Plenty of times, actually. It’s their favorite party trick as two pretty best friends. Works like a charm every single time. 

Honestly, they’d be dating at this point if they weren’t both horrible submissive bottoms. It’s like putting a square peg into a round hole. Or a round hole into another round hole. Whatever. They just aren’t compatible in that way.

They do like kissing though. Sloppy and filthy, just for some fun when the time calls for it. This is a prime opportunity. Maybe it’ll make Minho jealous enough to make a move.

Then, the front door opens. Perfect timing.

“Seriously?” A voice calls from the entryway. One that sounds too familiar. Ugh.

Jisung opens his eyes, Felix still licking into his mouth like he’s trying to taste what Jisung had for lunch earlier. His shoulders deflate when he sees who is standing in the entryway, arms crossed and exasperated.

“Shit, it’s just Seungmin.” Jisung frowns when he pulls away.

“Well that kind of puts a wrench in things, huh?” Felix jokes, wiping the spit from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I love the whole plumber pun thing, I think I’m starting to get good at it.”

Seungmin ignores them and retreats to his room.

It takes five minutes before his voice booms through the apartment, “What the fuck, guys. My sink? Not cool.”

-

Minho gets there not long after that. 

He unclogs the drain easily, of course, because they did a shit job in the first place clogging it and really it was just an excuse to get him to come over again. 

Minho proceeds to then hang out for about three hours afterwards, ironically having a beer with Seungmin (who seems to have grown more fond of the plumber for some reason) while Felix and Jisung play Donkey Konga in the living room. 

The neighbors bang on the door and tell them to keep it down because it’s a Wednesday, Jisung bangs on the bongos even louder and tells them to suck his dick. 

He doesn’t give a fuck if they call the landlord on him. He’s not scared of Bang Chan— he has incriminating photos of him from last year's company Christmas party on his phone, just one click away. If anything, Chan should be scared of him. 

Jisung smiles to himself when Minho laughs all crazed and high pitched at the interaction, and Felix throws him an excited thumbs up. 

And it’s nice, actually, having Minho just hanging out and drinking and bullshitting with some of his best friends in the whole world. Fitting in like he was meant to be there all along. Even miraculously winning over Seungmin. Jisung could get used to this, he thinks.

He still wants Minho to bang his brains out, obviously— and maybe take him on a date and fall in love with him and get married eventually— but even just having him slowly become a friend is gratifying in its own way.

“You should come with us to marg Monday next week,” Felix suggests to Minho at some point when they’ve all ended up sitting around the dining room table talking, “It’s tradition, plus I think you’d fit in really well with the rest of the group.” 

Minho hums. “Sure, I guess, if you want me to.”

“I actually agree,” Seungmin nods, a little looser after a couple beers. It’s always nice to see him less wound up. He’s much friendlier, less abrasive like this. Jisung loves him both ways. “You should join us.”

Jisung feels like he must have won the fucking lottery. 

“Then I’ll come,” Minho grins. He turns to Jisung, his grin only getting wider and more mischievous, “Is that okay with you, Jisung? Should I come?”

“Wha— yeah. Yeah, that’s okay,” Jisung sputters awkwardly, because the innuendo is not lost on him. “You should definitely come. Uh. I mean. Yeah, you should join us. I’d like that. We’d like that.”

Minho laughs airily. “Alright then. I should probably get going though for tonight. It’s getting kinda late.”

“Sure, yeah,” Jisung stands up abruptly, “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Seungmin snorts. “The door that’s five feet away? I think he can manage on his own.”

“I’m trying to be a good host, asshole,” Jisung bites back.

“Whatever. I’m going to my room.” Seungmin shoots Felix a look, and the two of them disappear like apparitions, leaving Jisung and Minho to stand around awkwardly, hovering near the entryway. 

“I’m glad you hung out tonight,” Jisung says, idly twiddling his thumbs. “It was fun, I think.”

“It was.” Minho shoulders into his jacket and pulls on his boots. “Thanks for having me.”

“Anytime!” Jisung exclaims, and then adds more earnestly, “Seriously, anytime. I’m free almost always. Just text me, or call me, or whatever. Whatever you want.”

Minho chuckles, reaching for the door handle. He pinches the skin on Jisung’s arm with his other hand, hard. His eyes get a little darker. “Whatever I want, huh? I don’t know, Jisung, you might regret saying that one day.”

“I won’t.” Jisung shakes his head fervently. “Well anyway, have a good night, Minho. See you.”

“Yeah,” Minho narrows his eyes playfully at Jisung as he steps out into the hall. He licks his lips, too. Jisung notices because he hasn’t stopped staring at them the entire time. “I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again real soon. Good night, Jisung.”

-

5 +1

The dishwasher is fucking broken. 

It wasn’t Jisung’s fault this time. Seriously. Well, not on purpose at least. He loaded it up and turned it on, and it made a noise akin to a car crash and started steadily leaking water onto the floor. 

Jisung didn’t have any other choice but to call Minho. Really.

“You called. I’m here,” Minho says when he walks in, the corner of his lip curled up. Makes his way straight to the kitchen he has become well acquainted with these past couple weeks. He takes one step closer to Jisung and looks around the room. “Is your roommate home?”

“Uh, no,” Jisung nearly gulps. The air feels charged, something electric buzzing between them now that they’re alone, just the two of them. “He’s out of town for the weekend.” 

“Interesting,” Minho hums. He takes another step closer. “Actually, I have a question for you.”

Jisung takes one step backwards, until his back collides with the kitchen counter. “Uh, sure. What is it?”

“How many more things are you going to break before you ask for what you really want?”

Jisung’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. Oh shit. This is happening. It’s really happening. This is the best day of Jisung’s life. 

“What, got nothing to say now?” Minho teases, taking yet another step. Jisung has nowhere else to go. He’s pinned against the counter. Minho’s eyes are half-lidded, Jisung’s dick is half-hard. What a pair they make. “Forgot how to use your words, Jisung?”

Jisung nods. “Yeah, I just— I can’t believe—”

“Is this what you wanted, hm?” Minho asks, lightly manhandling Jisung so his front is pressed against the counter edge. A palm presses into the spot between his shoulder blades and slowly pushes him down. He leans in and whispers, “Is this why you’ve been making all those comments, acting like a desperate whore every time I come over? Teasing and torturing me while I’m on the clock, doing my job?”

Jisung smirks and tilts his head back innocently, fluttering his eyelashes. “Whatever do you mean—”

“I’d let him fuck me stupid ,” Minho directly quotes, angled so his lips press directly against Jisung’s ear. “ I’d let him do whatever he wants to me. That’s what you said, isn’t it? Is that still true, Jisung? Tell me if you want this, and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want.”

“Yes. Yeah, uh huh. Still true,” he replies, biting at his bottom lip. “I want it. Want you. Please?”

He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, but he knows that he wants it. God, does he want it. His dick is so hard it hurts.

Minho rolls his hips a single time against Jisung’s ass. “Turn around, then. Get on your knees.”

“Yeah, okay. Knees. Yeah.” Jisung nods dumbly as he sinks to the ground. His face is so, so close to the cock he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about for weeks. He silently thanks whatever higher power is on his side for the position he’s currently in. This is everything he dreamed of and more.

“Such a good listener,” Minho coos, reaching down to take Jisung’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger. The touch is gentle, though Jisung hopes it won’t be for much longer. “Tell me, do you remember the first thing you ever said to me?”

Jisung furrows his eyebrows in thought, thinking back to the first encounter. He says a lot of stupid things, but eventually he remembers. Oh boy, does he remember. How could he ever forget?

“I asked you to— to step on me. Holy shit. Oh my god.” Jisung looks up at Minho with pinched brows and a wild look in his eyes. He’s not above begging. “Wait. Will you? Please?”

Minho’s eyebrows raise in surprise before he chokes out a laugh. He lifts his foot to apply a gentle pressure on Jisung’s rapidly hardening dick. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Jisung.”

“You like it though,” Jisung manages to say through a moan. His fingers wrap around Minho’s ankle and his hips grind up involuntarily, humping ever so slightly against Minho’s shoe.

Minho breathes out through his nostrils, eyes darkening at the sight below him. “Too much, probably.”

“No such thing,” Jisung replies, licking at his bottom lip, “Can I suck your cock now?”

“Fuck,” Minho hisses, already undoing his belt. “Yeah.”

Jisung eagerly helps him unbutton his jeans and shuffle them down past his thighs. Without any thought, he presses his cheek up against the muscle of one of them.

“I’ve been dreaming about these,” he says, nuzzling against the fabric of his boxer briefs, “Do you think you could crush my head between them? I’d like that, I think.”

Minho barks out a laugh. “You’re a fucking freak, Jisung.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “And you’re not?”

“I never said that,” Minho reaches down and takes Jisung’s jaw between his fingers again, directing it to look up at him. 

Jisung groans, fluttering his eyelashes.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Minho says, pressing down on Jisung’s cheeks until his lips part slightly. “Stick out your tongue for me.”

Obediently, Jisung complies, presenting his tongue.

“I’m going to spit in your mouth,” Minho states, “And then I’m going to fuck your pretty little face. You want that?”

Jisung nods furiously. “Please. All of that.”

Minho gathers the saliva in his mouth, jostles Jisung a little harder until he opens wider, sticks his tongue out further, and then he leans over and lets the spit drip slowly from his lips. It lands directly on the flat of Jisung’s tongue, and he doesn’t dare swallow until Minho tells him too. 

Keeps his tongue out, presenting it.

“Good boy,” Minho praises, releasing Jisung from his grip. He smiles down, and it has a hint of fondness amongst the cruelty. “Now swallow.”

Jisung does, and then promptly chokes on it when Minho pulls down his boxers.

“Oh my god.” Jisung blinks rapidly, heart rate suddenly picking up. His hand flies up to run a finger along the vein that trails up the underside of his now exposed dick. He bites down on his lip when it twitches against his touch. “You’re fucking huge.”

“Don’t worry, I know you can take it,” Minho says, gripping the base and tapping the head against Jisung’s cheek and then his lips. Precome smears slightly across Jisung’s skin. He wouldn’t mind using it as moisturizer for the rest of his life. “You’ll be good for me, right?”

Jisung nods. He’ll be so good. He’ll be the best, actually. He wants this so fucking bad.

His lips part, suckling at the tip of Minho’s cock, tongue teasing the slit until he feels Minho grip his hair loosely. 

“Tap my thigh if you need to pause, pinch if you need me to stop completely,” Minho says softly, slowly pushing inside of Jisung’s mouth. Jisung nods and makes an incoherent noise of agreement around the intrusion. He relaxes his throat to be able to take him deeper.

Minho thrusts forward, gently, until he’s buried all the way with Jisung’s nose pressed against his groin. Jisung focuses on breathing through his nostrils, but Minho is still being soft with him. Taking care to treat Jisung well, checking in just to make sure he’s okay. He’s more than okay. Minho pulls back, and thrusts in again just as slowly. He brings his fingers lightly to Jisung’s throat and traces the faint outline of his cock from the outside.

“Fuck. If I can see myself here, I bet I’ll be able to see myself down there, too,” he groans, pulling out and pushing back in again, “Your waist is so fucking small, I’ll take up all the space in there.” 

Jisung, still grinding up into Minho’s shoe, has to think about rats so he doesn’t bust on the spot.

He continues to gently fuck Jisung’s mouth at a steady pace for a couple more minutes, pausing only to wipe a stray tear from Jisung’s cheek, which feels far too sweet all things considered. Jisung fucking loves it. Minho is like the world’s greatest Sour Patch Kid. 

Minho pulls out, finally, and Jisung takes a gasp of breath before he says, “Please fuck me now.”

“Needy,” Minho hums, helping Jisung back to his feet. “I was going to ask if you were okay, see if you wanted to take a break. But you don’t want that, hm?”

Jisung shakes his head, “Keep going. Please.”

“So polite. I’ll give you what you want then,” Minho coos, pulling Jisung closer to him. His gaze flickers between his eyes and his lips. “You’ve been so good for me, baby.”

“Thank you,” Jisung replies, half-dazed. “Can I kiss you?”

Minho’s lips twitch upward. “Yes, Jisung, you can kiss me. Come here then, let me have a taste.”

Jisung doesn’t waste time crashing himself into Minho, wrapping his arms around his neck and taking his top lip between his own. And it’s slow, at first. Gentle and exploratory, like they have all the time in the world to map each other out. Minho’s hands grip his waist, then his ass, and then he taps Jisung’s thigh. 

He breathes into Jisung’s mouth, “Jump.”

And Jisung is nothing if not obedient (read: desperate), so he does as he’s told and jumps, wrapping his legs around Minho’s waist when he catches him.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jisung groans, tilting his head back and bareing his neck when Minho starts to move down the line of his jaw. “Been wanting this from the second you walked in the first time.”

Minho sucks harshly at the column of his throat, enough to leave a bruise surely. “You think I didn’t know that? You were so obvious and desperate. It was cute, if not a little pathetic. You’re lucky, cute and pathetic is just my type.”

Jisung’s cock twitches and leaks more than his faucet ever has. He’s certain Minho can fix this, too. “Ngh, just wanted you to— to notice me.”

“Oh, I noticed you,” Minho sets Jisung on top of the counter and pulls Jisung’s shirt off and over his head, followed by his own. His voice is far less cruel, much more fond when he adds, “It’s impossible not to notice you, Jisung. You’re beautiful.”

Jisung’s entire body blushes.

“Want you so bad,” Jisung half-mumbles, half-moans when Minho’s mouth makes it down to his chest, tongue teasing a pebbled nipple. Jisung’s back arches when he starts to suck properly. “Fuuuck.”

“You’re so sensitive here,” Minho grins up at him wolfishly, using one hand to tweak the other nipple, and the other hand to grab Jisung’s cock through his shorts. “You’re so wet already, I can feel it.”

Jisung lets out a broken moan. He wiggles his hips impatiently. “Yeah, yes. Please. Can I— can I take my pants off now?”

“I suppose I’ll allow it,” Minho says, though he can’t manage to hold back a huff of laughter. Jisung follows with his own, because this is so ridiculous, and so perfect, and everything Jisung has been waiting for. He really is so desperate for Minho. “Go on, show me that useless little cock.”

Jisung’s mouth falls open. “You can’t— you can’t just say things like that. I’m gonna come in my pants, oh my god. That’s so embarrassing.”

“Would it be weird to say that would be so fucking hot?” Minho asks, helping Jisung take off the rest of his clothes and tossing them carelessly onto the floor. There’s an audible plop when something lands in a small puddle, but neither of them acknowledge it.

“Kinda,” Jisung replies, looking Minho up and down with a grin, “But I like weird. Obviously.”

Minho leans in to kiss the corner of Jisung’s lips, and then bites teasingly at the bottom one as it pouts. “Yeah, obviously. So do I.”

Jisung cocks an eyebrow when Minho reaches behind him and produces a bottle of lube from his toolbox a moment later. “You just keep that in there?”

Minho laughs. “Not usually. Only when I know I’ll be doing a job for a pretty boy who’s been slutting himself out to me for the past couple weeks. Gotta be prepared when the opportunity presents itself so easily.”

“Hnngfff,” Jisung supplies helpfully. 

“Spread your legs for me.”

Jisung’s face flushes. Ha. Flushes . Sheepishly, he does as he’s asked and lets his knees fall apart to the side. He refuses to look Minho in the eye because he knows what’s coming. 

“Jisung,” Minho asks, his voice rough around the edges. It sounds like a warning. A shiver crawls up Jisung’s spine. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Jisung asks, voice small, feigning innocence.

Minho grins mockingly, fingers closing in on the baby pink plug already buried inside of Jisung’s hole. He teases a finger around the rim before pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in. “You just keep that in there?”

Jisung scoffs. “Only when I know my hot plumber is coming over—” He’s interrupted by a smack against his left ass cheek, more like a tap if anything. He raises a challenging brow. “Is that all you got?”

“I should have known you’d be a masochistic brat,” Minho rolls his eyes, landing another smack much harder than the first. Jisung hopes it leaves a bruise in the shape of his palm. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle all I’ve got, Jisung.”

Jisung whines, “I can. I really can, I swear. Please.”

“You really are insatiable, aren’t you?” Minho grabs the fat of Jisung’s ass and squeezes. He pulls out the plug and tosses it into the sink. Jisung feels empty and greedy so he whines some more. “Are you like this with all of the service workers that come over to clean up your messes?”

“No, no,” Jisung shakes his head as Minho manhandles him to his feet again and turns him around. He hears the tear of a foil packet, the sound of rubber being rolled on. His mouth salivates. “Just you. Only you, I swear.”

“Oh, so you’re my pretty little slut then?” Minho teases as he drops to his knees behind Jisung, who is currently bent over the counter, presenting himself. He kneads and spreads Jisung’s ass cheeks. “Say it for me.”

He spits into his hole and Jisung arches his back, moaning at the feeling.

“I’m your slut,” Jisung babbles dumbly, “Yours. Wanna be your slut, only for you. Please fuck me, Minho. Please ohmygod. Want you so bad.”

Minho taps the head of his cock against Jisung’s hole, slides it between his cheeks once, twice. He pours lube directly on it. “You beg so prettily. Keep going.”

Jisung whines, wiggling his ass, “You’re evil.”

“You love it,” Minho replies, holding his hips still.

“I do, fuck,” Jisung pouts, craning his neck so he can see Minho over his shoulder. There’s tears in the corners of his eyes. “Please fuck me with your stupid big dick. Please, I need it. It’s all I think about. You’re so fucking hot.”

“Good boy,” Minho praises, then Jisung feels him slowly start to sink in. Even with the plug he’d had in for the past couple hours, the stretch is still noticeable. It feels so fucking good, Jisung’s eyes roll back into his skull. “You’re so tight.”

When Minho bottoms out after what feels like forever, he doesn’t hesitate to pull back and snap his hips forward again, jostling Jisung’s body against the counter. 

“Fuuuck,” Jisung moans out, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust. Minho pistons into him, feral, hard and fast just like Jisung explicitly stated he likes it. It’s loud, the sound of skin against skin, reverberating throughout the apartment. “Feels so good. So big. More, please.”

“So greedy,” Minho tuts. He reaches around to press a hand against Jisung’s chest, pulling him upright until Minho is pressed up against his back. Then his hand crawls upward into a loose grip on Jisung’s jaw. The other hand places itself directly atop Jisung’s lower stomach. He places soft kisses to Jisung's neck. “Look down.”

Jisung follows the instruction, and groans low in his throat when he can see the way his belly is distended with the imprint of Minho’s cock buried deep within him. With each push and pull of his hips, he can see the way it pokes out. Molding his flesh. “Holy shit.”

Minho leans into his ear, his breath warm as he says, “I knew I’d be able to see it. Look how well you’re taking me. Perfect little cocksleeve made just for me. You feel so good, you have no idea.”

Jisung arches his back impossibly, head tilting back against Minho’s shoulder, lips parted around a silent moan. “Fuck. Just for you.”

Minho pushes Jisung back down against the counter and continues pounding into him, holding up one of Jisung’s legs so he can adjust the angle and nail his prostate with each thrust. 

And then Minho says with a commanding tone, “Come for me, Jisung.”

One thing about Jisung is that he has never been able to come untouched. Not for a lack of trying, either. He used to attempt to condition himself to finish without being touched and it just never worked, so he gave up. 

Yet here he is, in the middle of his kitchen, having the best orgasm of his fucking life without a single finger lifted to his dick. His come paints the cabinets and he doesn’t even care. Not when he feels this good. 

“Ah ah ah—” Whimpers and whines are punched out of Jisung’s throat as Minho continues, pushing him just on the edge of overstimulation. “Come inside me. Please, please.”

Minho grunts into Jisung’s ear as he finishes. Jisung can feel the warmth of his release as it spills into the condom, the way Minho’s hips stutter through it, the way Minho’s forehead drops against his shoulder as they both try to catch their breath.

Jisung goes boneless as Minho wraps his arms around him to keep them steady. “Oh my god, I think I might have died for a second there. You're amazing. Marry me?”

“That’s a little dramatic,” Minho laughs softly, slowly pulling himself out. He removes the condom and ties it up, tossing it into the trash can before returning with a damp washcloth. “Ask me again in a few months. Turn around, let me clean you up, baby.”

-

“I think I want to take the plunge,” Minho says with a snort as they collapse bonelessly on the couch in each other's arms, “Will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Jisung blinks up at him, stunned. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, really.” Minho holds Jisung close, stroking his hair. Jisung thought maybe it was just typical aftercare, but suddenly it feels like so much more. “I didn’t just overhear your freaky perverted fantasies, I heard the romantic stuff, too. You interest me and you’re cute and I like you. I wanna take you out for real.”

“I don’t know, Minho. That’s a lot of pressure.” Jisung snorts. “Ha. Get it?”

Minho rolls his eyes. “You’re such a loser.”

“That makes two of us,” Jisung grins, butting at Minho with his head. “Kiss me again, please. Then I’ll give you an answer.”

Easily, like it’s already second nature, Minho obliges. He kisses Jisung long and slow, like he’s savoring it. Pulls away with his lips curled up because neither of them can get rid of the post-coital bliss. “So?”

“Obviously I’ll go on a date with you. I’ll sweep you off your feet, Lee Minho, just you wait.” Jisung goes in for one more chaste kiss. He can’t wipe the smile off his face.

“Mmm, I look forward to it,” Minho replies, kissing him back until they begin to lazily makeout. 

Jisung pulls back only briefly to say, “But can you still fix the dishwasher? You know, while you’re here and all.”