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lee minho x han jisung

based off of this video

wc: 2.2k

warnings: mdni, smut, nicknames/petnames, begging (jisung), praise, sex, dick sucking, lmk if there’s any more

→ this is my first time writing a fic. i only really did it because of how bored i am so it isn’t the best. i hope you all enjoy though!!

“Fucking leave then Jisung! Go to back to Hyunjin!”

Is the last time Minho and Jisung spoke.

It’s now been 4 long painful days. The argument stemmed from Minho’s possessive personality, which flares massively when he’s in a relationship, especially with it being Jisung.

Jisung and Hyunjin have always been close friends, they are in the same band after all. But recently Minho thinks they are being too close, picking out small details such as Hyunjin’s gaze lingering on

his boyfriend for too long or the way they always just seem to be together wherever you look.

Minho knew Jisung was a friendly guy, sometimes even overly friendly. But something about this bothered him.

Since the night of the argument neither of them have spoken. Minho was remaining cold and ignorant towards Jisung. Replying dryly whenever group discussions were made or avoiding eye contact with him at all times. Despite feeling guilty he was too stubborn to care. Han on the other hand had been sulking for the past few days. Staring at Minho to see if he would maybe just even glance at him. But no.

A few days later, the eight of them are about to go live, an annual thing they do before a world tour. Minho is sat far away from Han next to Bangchan and Han is sat with Hyunjin.

Approaching the end of the live, everything has been going pretty smoothly until Hyunjin starts playing around with Han, the both of them are getting too touchy for Minho’s liking. His jaw clenches and he looks at Bangchan who has already clocked onto the situation.

Hyunjin makes eye contact with Minho, the tension is high.

Minho had just gotten back from being live, Bangchan following behind him.

“Can I come in? I need to talk to you.” Bangchan says hesitantly not sure on how Minho may react.

“Sure” Minho lets Bangchan head in before him and shuts the door. Bangchan sits down on a chair near the window with a slight groan, muscles aching from previous days at the gym. Minho pulls out another chair next to Bangchan then looks up at him waiting for him to speak.

“Look…Minho. I know you’re not going to want to talk about it but-“.

Minho’s eyes widened as he realised “This is about Jisung isn’t it!! Who has he been mouthing off to?! I beg it’s Hyunj-“.

Bangchan cuts him off sternly. “No, Minho. I figured it out pretty easily. It’s blatantly obvious when you two are practically on top of each other half of the time and now neither of you have spoken for days.”

Minho sighs, rolling his eyes. “Shut up…”. “Why are you bringing it up anyway?”

Chan adjusts himself in his seat “We have our first tour performance tomorrow. I need you two to fix things.”

“Well I can’t if he’s being a baby, like always.” Minho complains.

Bangchan finally manages to persuade Minho to explain what happened with him and Jisung.

“So you’re jealous?” Chan raises an eyebrow.

“No! They…him and Hyunjin are being too clingy. You saw them earlier!” He explains avoiding eye contact.

The rest of the night consists of Minho’s stubborn responses and Bangchan’s persuading points battling against each other. Chan is on his last nerve with Minho. He buries his face into his hands.

“Minho.” He groans.

“Please just talk to him!”

Minho stands up “Fine! I’ll go fucking talk to him!”

He huffs and walks out slamming the door. Chan knows this won’t go well with Minho’s fired up temper.

Bangchan follows after Minho. “Minho!” He shouts.

“Fuck! What now!” His voice shakes. It almost sounds like he’s…crying. Minho? Crying? Surely not. Bangchan quickens up his pace to stand behind Minho placing his hands on his shoulders, he can feel his body shaking.

“Minho…?” Chan says softly. But there’s no reply. The hallway is completely silent apart from minhos quiet sniffles trying to hold his tears back. Suddenly…

“i’m sorry channie…” his voice weak, pent up with tears. Bangchan turns Minho around but he avoids eye contact with him. He knows Minho doesn’t like physical contact but pushes that aside. He pulls him into a hug holding the back of his head. Minhos body goes limp, sobs breaking out of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Minho repeats over and over again like his life depends on it.

“Shh shh” Bangchan soothes him.

“I hate it…hic I hate how I am. How possessive I am with him. I just hic love him, I can’t loose him. I feel like I’m a burden on everyone. I’m sorry.” He cries. Bangchan rubs Minho’s back as he opens up.

Eventually he calms down. He’s sat on the hallway floor with Bangchan next to him. He looks down at his shoes.

“I’m gonna go talk to him…” He still doesn’t look up from the floor.

“Yeah? You sure?” Chan asks gently. Minho nods, standing up from the floor. He takes a slow walk to Jisung’s dorm, clearly tensed up.

He brings his fist up to the door then hesitates, turning to look at Bangchan. Bangchan just nods and smiles supportively. Minho takes a minute and finally knocks.

Jisung opens the door and freezes. “Minho…?” He notices his puffy red eyes.

“You’ve been crying?”

There’s silence for a minute. Bangchan places his hand on Minho’s lower back, signalling him to go in.

“Well…I’ll leave you two to it.”

Bangchan walks away leaving the two alone.

“Come in…” Jisung says moving aside to let him in.

Minho walks in, sitting at the end of Jisung’s bed. After locking the door Jisung does the same.

Neither of them look at each other and keep their eyes fixed on either their hands or the floor. Nobody says anything for a while, both of their heads racing at a million miles an hour. Until, Minho decides to brave it.

“I’m sorry hannie…” he says.

Jisung’s head whips up to look at Minho who is still looking at the floor. His eyes trace his features.

“No…I am.” Jisung exhales.

“No. Jisung. I am. I’m the one who needs to be sorry. I’m so possessive over you, it’s disgusting. I just can’t help it. I’ve never been in a relationship that means this much to me and yes, I know I may not always have the best ways of showing it but you do truly mean the world to me Jisung. I’m sorry…”

Jisung is speechless, he knows Minho loves him but he’s never heard him speak so openly like this.

“Minho look at me.” Jisung suddenly says. The boy slowly looks up. They both look directly into each others eyes, there is a few moments of tension before Jisung pulls Minho’s head in and kisses him thoroughly.

“Fuck…hannie.” Minho groaned.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Minho shoots back.

Somehow the kissing escalated to Minho being on top of Han, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his neck.

“Shit Minho…p-please.” Jisung whimpered.

“Please what baby?” Minho smirked into his boyfriend’s neck.

“Please…I need you baby. Make me feel good…please. I missed you.” His big dark brown eyes glimmered as he begged. Both of them were rock hard at this point. Minho palmed Jisung’s hard making him groan.

Minho started planting kisses down Jisung’s chest as he teasingly unbuttoned his shirt.

Soon enough, they were both completely naked. Jisung’s hard purple dick was resting again his lower stomach. Jisung’s body was twitching with need.

“Fuck…please Minho!” He whined.

Minho just grinned. The older boy held his hand out in front of his boyfriend’s plump lips.

“Spit.” He commanded.

Jisung gathered all the moisture in his mouth and spat it into Minho’s hand, a string of saliva hanging down from his mouth.

“Good boy.” He growled, making Jisung’s ears and cheeks redden. Minho uses the spit and spreads it across his boyfriend’s hard dick. The sudden contact makes Jisung jerk off the bed. Minho pumps his hand up and down the boys cock.

“A-ah shit…Minho!” He moans breathlessly.

Minho’s thumb runs over the slit slowly spreading Jisung’s pre-cum around.

Jisung was already so close. It must have been all the pent up stress and worry about Minho making him so sensitive.

“Holy shit…I’m so fucking close Minho! Don’t stop!” Jisung moans loudly.

Just as Jisung was about to come Minho pulls his hands away causing Jisung to practically scream.

“What…? Why…why’d you do that?!” His voice shaky.

“I’m not letting you come that quickly sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to Jisung’s throbbing red tip before adjusting himself so his own dick is inline with Jisung’s hole.

“You ready baby?” He teases the opening.

All Jisung can do to reply is nod, but Minho wants more.

“Words.”

“Yes, im ready Minho.”

Minho doesn’t waste any time. Already slipping his length into Jisung’s tight hole.

“Oh fuck. So tight for me baby. Only for me.” Minho let out a low guttural moan.

The stretch made Jisung whimper.

Minho started pumping slowly in and out of Jisung. He then pulled fully out before jerking his full length straight into the boy making Jisung whine as his head falls back. His hands gripping the bed sheets that hard his knuckles were white. Minho kept continuously hitting the same spot that made Jisung’s eyes roll back each time.

“Fuck! I’m…ah…so fucking close! Please let me come!” Jisung’s whole body is twitching at this point, toes curling and everything. Minho starts to pump his boyfriend’s dick again driving him closer and closer to the edge, still fucking his hole. Jisung starts to tear up from overstimulation, but it so felt good.

“So…ngh…close. I’m gonna come!” Jisung was practically screaming now, he was so sure everyone in the building could hear him but it all felt too good for him to care.

“Come on…come for me baby.”

That’s all it takes. Jisung’s cum shoots out of him all over his own stomach. He swears he blacks out for a minute, his thighs shaking. He’s not had an orgasm this good in a while.

“holy shit…” he pants looking at Minho.

“You good?” Minho asks.

“So so good. I love you so much”

“I love you too baby.”

After Jisung has eventually settled down a little he speaks up.

“Baby.” He looks at Minho whose hair is fallen perfectly over his sweaty forehead.

“Mmhm.” Minho hummed.

“You didn’t come…” Jisung states.

“Is that bothering you?” Minho smirks replying back. Jisung nods.

A few seconds later Jisung is at the foot of the bed sucking Minho off. Minho’s dick was hitting the back of his throat causing his eyes to water and gag every so often.

“Fuck…good boy. I know you can take it.” Minho praises, holding the back of Jisung’s head.

Jisung hollows his cheeks and grips onto Minho’s thighs.

“Shit jisungie…keep going im so close…ngh.”

Jisung goes faster despite the pain, he desperately wants to leave Minho satisfied.

“I’m gonna come! Fuck! Can I…in your mouth baby?”

Jisung nods in approval. Minho finally breaks, cum shooting into his boyfriend’s mouth.

“You’re so good at that…holy…” Minho pants.

Jisung swallows Minho’s cum whole before making his way up to lay on Minho’s chest.

The rest of the night consists of changing the bedsheets, cuddling, talking about the upcoming tour and finally dozing off to sleep.

The next morning the sun shines through the blinds onto both the boys causing Minho to stir awake. He looks down at the younger boy. He is lay peacefully, hair sticking up all over the place and the sun shines directly onto his honey skin. He kisses his forehead.

“Hannie…” he whispers.

Jisung slowly stirs awake rubbing his eyes and grunting.

“Good morning to you too.” Minho chuckles.

“Mh.” Jisung replies in a sleepy groggy tone.

“I hate to ruin your beauty sleep but we do need to meet everyone downstairs in 20.” Minho explains, twirling strands of Jisung’s hair around his long fingers. Jisung just groans in reply pulling the bed sheets over his face.

“Fucked all the energy out of you last night, did I?” Minho teases.

Jisung hits Minho’s chest.

“Shut up.” He says, his ears turning red.

Eventually Minho manages to drag Jisung out of bed along with a few persuasive kisses. They both get dressed and put a hat over their messy hair. Just as they are about to leave Minho hears Jisung shout from the bathroom.

“Holy shit! My neck Minho!”

Minho hurries to the bathroom. He stands behind Jisung inspecting his neck in the mirror.

“Whoops…” he laughs

“Everyone is gonna know!” Jisung complains.

“They probably heard you anyways so it doesn’t matter. Come on, we actually need to leave now.”

The two head out the door, but the younger boy was still extremely conscious about his hickeys trying his best to hide them.

They both eventually meet the boys downstairs. The first to say something is Bangchan, of course.

“Well looks like you two have made up.” He smirks

“Sure looks like it.” Felix adds on, hinting to the hickeys planted across Jisung’s neck.

Changbin then adds on “Sure sounded like it too.”

Jisung is now bright red and is clinging onto Minho’s hand.

“Shut up, you’re all just jealous.”

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