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Jeongin and Minho had been together for what felt like forever. They were always ‘the couple’ of the friend group and took that title with pride. The two were childhood friends who ended up getting together in high school before either of them presented into their subgenders. Jeongin believed this was one of the main reasons they had such a healthy relationship, as it was never built on expectations about how each of them should’ve acted, allowing them to fall into their own rhythm.
Jeongin and Minho had been told by many people that their dynamic wasn’t conventional. They always bickered like an old married couple, and they weren’t the type to constantly verbalize their affection for each other; however, what they didn’t say they always showed through their actions. They often loved to annoy each other to get a rise and see the other's reaction. However, Jeongin always thought that Minho was more annoying and weird about it, but he chose to forgive him for that regardless.
They both presented around the same time, with Jeongin presenting as an alpha and Minho as an omega. However, after presenting, nothing changed dynamically. Jeongin always thought the stereotypes around sub-genders were stupid and were nothing but a societal construct. He often dreaded people coming up to him and telling him, in private, that he should really be more in charge of Minho and "get a handle on him." All because Minho was an omega, and he was an alpha.
Minho was by no means someone who took shit from others; he would stand up for himself and his inner circle whenever necessary. In fact, the only time Minho seemed to care about his subgender was when he could use it against Jeongin. Jeongin recalled the many times Minho would fake innocence when annoying him, being overly touchy, saying stuff like “What do you mean Jeongin? I’m just a sweet, innocent omega. I could never do any wrong,” with a look of pure mischief in his eyes and a shit-eating grin to match.
The only area where their subgenders had any effect on their lives was in the bedroom. Their sex life was nothing to scoff at. Jeongin was always very content, and he had never heard any complaints from Minho. Jeongin always topped in bed as he was the alpha, and it all just made sense to him as that's what was required when their respective heats and ruts came along. After they presented, Jeongin felt like he couldn’t ever keep his hands off of Minho, and Minho would always tease him, saying, “You’re such a needy alpha.” In truth, Jeongin knew that Minho was just as needy as he was, but in his mind, he was simply allowing Minho to tease him for it.
A couple of years into their relationship, they decided to start spicing things up in the bedroom. They were always open to experimenting and found that introducing new things always made sex more exciting and lively. However, after 10+ years together, they started running out of new things to try, and things began to mellow.
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Jeongin was cooking a recipe he found on TikTok, or ‘attempting’ to cook. He thought everything was going… not horribly by Jeongin's standards, until the recipe told him to julienne a carrot. Jeongin was baffled by the concept of julienning a carrot as he thought What the fuck does julienning a carrot mean? Just as he was about to give up and curse the culinary gods for making up so many weird ways to cut a carrot with a knife… he remembered he still had his strongest tool in his arsenal. “Minho Hyung!”
He heard Minho move from upstairs, but the movement stopped soon after, so he figured he should just keep calling, “Hyunggg”..... “Hyunnnggggg”... “HYUNNNGGGGG!”
With each call, he heard Minho moving toward him before stopping. Jeongin soon realized Minho was stopping on purpose just to hear Jeongin call him hyung over and over. Yet by the time Jeongin realized Minho was already rounding the corner, “You called?” Minho said with a feline smile.
Jeongin decided he needed to regain at least some of his dignity. “You shouldn’t get off on being called Hyung so much; all it means is that you're closer to death.”
“I don’t know, I just get off on the fact of how much you need my help," Minho replied with a smirk. "Just shows how much of a needy alpha you are to me. Admit it, you would die in a kitchen fire without me." Jeongin would never admit to such a thing. Jeongin did, however, reflect on the time he did forget about that garlic bread in the oven, much to Minho’s dismay. Minho continued, “Besides, what’s wrong with being closer to death? That just means I’m closer to my goal of a natural death.”
Jeongin was starting to get sick of all the teasing. “Listen, this one isn’t even on me. I just want to know who the fuck Julienne is and what the fuck he, she or they have to do with my carrots,” Jeongin said, like his new motivation in life was going to be to find and murder Julienne.
Minho simply laughed and responded, “Don’t worry, Hyung will help, just do me a favour and clean up the ginormous mess you’ve made.”
Jeongin thought he would accept being laughed at if it meant he never had to think of Julienne again. Frankly, Jeongin thought Julienne sounded like a pompous asshole.
“Thanks Hyung, but I have no idea what you’re talking about. There is no mess, simply… my art” he said as he stood back and gestured to his ‘masterpiece’.
“God, you're so needy sometimes, it makes me wonder if you're the omega… maybe I should be the one topping in bed since you can’t seem to do anything for yourself,” Minho said it like any other quip, but he didn’t have that same smirk he usually did.
“Ha! You wish you could top me, bet you wouldn’t even know what to do once you got inside of me,” Jeongin said with his usual cockiness.
“Oh trust me Jeongin, I know all about technique, you don’t even know how to julienne a carrot… I could rock your world.”
Jeongin found himself slightly blushing at that. “You know what… if I don’t ever have to hear about Julienne again, I’d let you try… just to put you in your place.” Jeongin grew really sick of Julienne and the thought that Julienne could start becoming part of their bedroom talk pushed him over the edge. “Besides, even if you topped, I bet you wouldn’t last one minute once you were inside me.”
Now it was Minho who had a blush rising to his ears. There was silence for a few seconds before Minho continued on to say, “You’re on Jeongin, let’s see how long you last when you get to lie down and live your pillow princess fantasy.”
Jeongin realized then and there that they were actually going to do this, and, truth be told, he was growing excited…
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They agreed they’d try it out on the weekend, giving themselves time to ‘prepare’ according to Minho. Minho talked a big game; however, Jeongin noticed Minho spending more time on the computer, and when Jeongin investigated their shared search history, he discovered Minho had been searching “how to properly finger someone.” Jeongin realized Minho was using all the resources the internet provided him with, including random articles titled “how to get your omega desperate with just your fingers,” to just straight up porn.
Jeongin began to laugh at the frankly ridiculous article titles as he started to wonder if an alpha had ever been fucked before in this backwards society. Jeongin soon, however, felt his heart swell with love, realizing for the millionth time how caring Minho was and how seriously he was taking Jeongin's potential pleasure. Although Jeongin knew that if Minho were ever confronted with the fact that he was researching fingering technique, he would hide under the guise of competition, Jeongin knew it was because he wanted Jeongin to be as comfortable as possible in this new, vulnerable experience.
Jeongin began to feel nervous. He began to reflect on how he had never had anything up his ass before, and had never heard of any alpha ever having anything up there either. He was mainly worried about the potential pain. He didn’t produce slick like an omega would, meaning they would have to use lube, which he knew would work just fine, as some omegas produced less slick than others and used lube as an alternative. So, Jeongin knew he theoretically shouldn’t get hurt, and he also knew that not only omegas had prostates, so he should be able to enjoy the process. Nonetheless, it was still scary for Jeongin… However, all of his fears subsided when he scrolled further up the search history and found an article titled “How to make your omegas first time comfortable.” Jeongin realized how much Minho really had thought of everything. Jeongin knew he could not be in better hands and no longer had the slightest doubt about sharing this experience with Minho.
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The night had come
Minho came into the bedroom with lube in hand, looking like he was going through a mental checklist in his head as he made sure everything was ready. Minho then wondered out loud, “You think you can still pop a knot even if you’re coming from prostate stimulation alone?” Jeongin had such a dumbfounded look on his face as he thought god, so that’s what he was thinking about… Jeongin realized once again to never assume what is going on in Minho’s head.
“Oh so you’re that confident, that not only will you make me cum from fucking me… You think I’m gonna cum untouched?” Jeongin said after regaining his composure from Minho’s frankly ridiculous question.
“I mean, yeah… Hyung knows you best, and frankly, Hyung is amazing in bed,” Minho said while staring into Jeongin’s soul.
“Please stop referring to yourself as hyung, that is not how you’re gonna get me to cum” Jeongin piped back.
“Oh wait sorry, you're right, if I wanted to do that, I would have to start calling you hyung, right?” Jeongin’s whole face went red as he had no comeback to the accusation. Minho continued, “Welp, too bad because I’m definitely not going to be calling you hyung tonight.”
“So what will you be doing tonight then, Hyung?” Jeongin said with a seductive yet cocky smirk.
“I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face and by the end of this, the only word you’re going to be saying is hyung,” Minho said all too seriously. Jeongin laughed at that last part before he made eye contact with Minho, and realized he was staring at him with a deadly serious look, his eyes riddled with lust. Jeongin then realized, oh… he’s being entirely serious with that. Without even realizing it, Jeongin lost his smirk, being replaced with a look of wonder.
“See, I told you I’d wipe that smirk off your face,” Minho said with his own grin.
With that last remark, Minho began crawling towards Jeongin on the bed. As he reached Jeongin, he grabbed his chin, tilting his head up to Minho. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Minho asked, with all the smugness from earlier wiped off his face, instead replaced with a serious and attentive expression.
Jeongin, with as much confidence as he could muster, responded, “Yes.”
With that, Minho led Jeongin into what could only be called a heated kiss. Minho collected every little gasp from Jeongin’s mouth like he needed it to breathe. Although Minho usually wasn't this aggressive, this was still familiar territory for Jeongin.
Swept up in the heat of it all, Jeongin slipped his hand under Minho’s shirt and began dragging his fingers along his back, already forming scratch marks. Minho began to paw at Jeongin’s shirt in the hopes of undressing him. Jeongin let Minho paw at him for a minute before he complied and took off his shirt. Once off, Minho immediately began rubbing his hands all over Jeongin’s body.
Minho’s hands found their way to Jeongin’s nipples, twisting them without warning. Jeongin let out a surprised whimper, shuddering back a little.
When Jeongin had the courage to look up at Minho, he found him already staring back, “What? Already too much for you?” Minho questioned.
Jeongin responded with a scoff, going back into the kiss with a renewed fervour, grabbing onto Minho’s hair.
Minho appeared to have some form of mercy as his hands moved away from teasing his nipples. Unsurprisingly, however, they found their way to Jeongin’s ass, groping him like it was his god given right. Jeongin would never admit it, but he did always enjoy the way Minho would fondle his ass. However, Jeongin realized it felt slightly different this time, knowing the end goal in mind.
Jeongin began to grow a bit anxious again, wondering if this all would be a bit too much for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Minho… it was just… a lot. As Jeongin began to spiral however, he already noticed Minho looking at him, “You know there’s no rush, we’ll take this as slow as we need to.”
Jeongin looked back with a soft smile, “Thank you, Hyung.”
Minho allowed Jeongin to retake the lead, hoping to go back into familiar territory for the other. It was nice. The comfort of it all, being so familiar with each other's bodies. It was also exhilarating to be able to still discover new aspects of themselves and their desires, despite having already been together for so long.
After a couple of minutes, Minho’s hands began wandering down, toying with Jeongin’s waistband. Jeongin gave him a nod, encouraging Minho to continue. Minho was not shy, eagerly ridding Jeongin of his pants and boxers in one go (yes Minho considered this one of his many skills in the bedroom… Jeongin did not agree this was a special skill).
“You realize, you’re also gonna have to get rid of your clothes at some point, right?” Jeongin snarked.
“Of course, but you’re the one being focused on tonight… unless you enjoy the sight of me naked or something,” Minho retorts. Jeongin wanted to have a snarky comeback, but Minho had already begun to take off his shirt and… wow, that sight never got old. Jeongin looked him up and down, staring at his chest, roaming his eyes down the smooth and soft expanse of his stomach, and Jesus, that happy trail…
Minho didn’t dare to tease Jeongin at this point; he just continued to undress, taking off his sweats, revealing his thick thighs that Jeongin would love to get his mouth on. Jeongin was practically drooling when he realized that Minho had yet to take off his boxer briefs. Jeongin was unashamedly staring at Minho’s bulge. Ohhh Minho’s bulge, it always was very impressive for an omega, Jeongin reflected. Jeongin thought that if Minho ever sold dick pics, he could masquerade as an alpha if he wanted to… Jeongin would never say that Minho was bigger than himself… but he was certainly getting close.
Minho let out a soft groan as he began to massage his own bulge over his boxers. Jeongin soon began to reach to replace Minho’s hand. Something about feeling how he affected Minho really turned him on. He reached to free him of his boxers, Minho helping him with it.
As Minho’s dick sprang up and was freed from his boxers, Jeongin began to admire it with a newfound appreciation. As Jeongin was staring, he came to the realization that THAT was going to be inside him… Jeongin had never really thought of Minho’s dick in this way before, but it was exciting, and he found himself wanting to speed up this whole process.
“The lube baby?” Minho requested.
Jeongin went to grab the lube to hand it to Minho, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking. This… THIS is the first time he’s going to have anything actually up his ass… he knows Minho really enjoys it, but… Minho is an omega, what if it just doesn’t work the same for alphas…
Minho must have seen Jeongin's trembling hands because he took Jeongin’s wrist in his own and held it. “As slow as you want baby, remember?”
“Yeah…” Jeongin confirmed.
“I have an idea,” Minho posited.
“I’d obviously be open to just about anything right now Hyung,” Jeongin chuckled.
Minho continued on “How about instead of me opening you up, you can try to do it yourself at first… it’ll allow you to control the pace and stop immediately if it ever gets too much.” Jeongin considered the idea… it didn’t sound half bad but…
“I like the idea Hyung… but I really don’t have any idea what I’m doing with ANY of this.”
“It’s alright Jeongin, I can walk you through it. As I’m sure you know, I am quite the expert in this topic.”
As much as Jeongin wanted to roll his eyes… he kind of liked the idea… he would never admit it out loud, but he liked it when Minho told him what to do and took the lead.
“Ok,” Jeongin said with a slight blush, “let's do it.”
Minho smiled and let go of his wrist. “Alright, Jeongin, just squeeze as much lube as you’re comfortable with. More is always better; there’s no such thing as too much when it comes to your comfort.”
Jeongin squeezed what he considered a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers. Well, more than he’d seen an omega ever use, but then again, omegas naturally produce slick.
“Warm it between your fingers, and give it some time; it’ll feel even more unnatural if it’s cold.”
Jeongin began to warm the lube between his fingers, admiring it… playing with it almost. The action was somewhat soothing, to a degree; he spaced out until he saw Minho’s attentive gaze… Minho was still getting something out of this somehow… Maybe he also got something out of bossing Jeongin around.
Minho began to reach for a pillow. “Alright baby, it’s time to get into position. Do you want to get onto your back for me?”
“Oh haha… right.” Jeongin lies on his back before Minho wedges a hand below the arch of his lower back, gently lifting him to place the pillow underneath.
“You really are beautiful everywhere Jeongin,” Minho said while running soothing circles over his hips with his fingers.
Jeongin tried not to blush, but even he had to admit he was failing abysmally. “Alright, Jeongin, just gently circle your finger over your rim and add a little pressure after a bit, get comfortable with the idea of it.” Jeongin put his fingers to his rim and followed Minho’s instructions. No one ever really touched him there before, so it was a weird feeling. However… he didn’t hate it.
“Start to tease your fingers in, just one to start with. Come on, I know you can do it baby.”
Jeongin started to add pressure, eventually breaching his rim with one finger. He was thankful for the amount of lube Minho had him use. “There you go,” Minho said in a low tone, almost close to a growl.
When had Minho’s voice ever gotten this low before? Jeongin thought.
“How does it feel?” Minho asked.
“It feels… strange… not bad, just… not entirely right,” Jeongin responded.
“Just give it some time. The main goal right now is to stretch you out and just to get used to the feeling in general… the good part comes later.”
Jeongin continued to ease his finger in, getting comfortable with the presence of something in his hole. “Alright Jeongin, now work a second finger in there if you can.” Jeongin started to slowly add pressure with his second finger, eventually joining it with the first. “That’s it, I knew you could do it.” Jeongin could smell the slick oozing out of Minho… he must have really enjoyed the sight of Jeongin all laid out for him and following his instructions. “Start spreading your fingers a bit, really stretch yourself out for me.”
Jeongin started to spread his fingers a bit. He’s getting a bit impatient however.
“Ok, just one more finger baby, and then we’ll be getting to the good part.”
Jeongin almost hurriedly pushed his third finger in.
Jeongin then immediately realized that he should’ve gone a bit slower, as the sudden stretch was starting to become overwhelming. Jeongin noticed a small whine escaping his mouth before he could stop it.
“Alright, it’s ok baby, just stay still and look at me, get used to the presence a bit before doing anything else, we don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, breathing and getting used to the situation. Jeongin reflected on the dramatic change of pace and the halt in the intense mood from earlier… but Jeongin realized, as he and Minho had already learned many times over, different can be a good thing.
Jeongin actually found himself relaxing further, getting lost in Minho’s cat-like gaze to the point where Minho had to snap him out of it.
“Jeongin… Jeongin baby?” Jeongin started to notice that Minho’s mouth was, in fact, moving. “Hi,” Minho said with a smirk once he realized he had Jeongin’s attention again.
“Ready to get going again?” Minho asked with a cat-like tilt to his head.
“Yeah… yeah, let’s get to the good part already,” Jeongin said with a soft smile.
“Haha alright," Mingo comforted. "Start moving your fingers back and forth. Find a rhythm if you can, and if you want, you can try experimenting with angles to find your prostate.”
“Nothing's more sexy than when you talk about it like some medical procedure,” Jeongin replied with a sincere smile.
“It’s not my fault you get confused easily baby. You couldn’t even chop your own carrots earlier without my help.”
He better not utter Julienne's name or else the slight hard on that he had managed to maintain throughout this would immediately go entirely soft. Fucking Julienne. Jeongin thought.
Before Jeongin got too distracted with cooking techniques, he tried to pump his three fingers in and out. It felt nice, however, he didn’t think he was hitting his prostate… not that he would exactly know what that would feel like. It’s just that when he hit Minho’s, he sure as hell had more of a reaction than what Jeongin was having right now.
Jeongin started getting a bit impatient with it, losing his pace altogether in his frantic search. “Hey Jeongin, look at me again.” They locked eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Just look at me and follow my pace.”
Jeongin was confused… until he started to let his gaze fall downward to Minho jerking himself off. “Oh,” Jeongin uttered with his mouth agape. Jeongin found himself getting harder at the sight. He couldn't really remember the last time he had seen Minho like this, if ever. On top of him. Looking at him with such fever. Determination. Power. Oh boy, was this getting to him.
“You’re finally catching on now, aren’t you baby? Come on now, just follow your omega's lead.” Jeongin woke himself up from his mindless daze and started to pump his fingers, following the speed Minho was setting. He began to forget the idea of finding his prostate for a while and instead just busied himself with following Minho’s pace and oh.. He started to feel really good. So good that he found himself losing himself again in a desperate search for more. Maybe this was the greed they talked about in the bible.
“Hyung.. Hyung… Hyuunngggggggg!”
“Yes Jeongin?”
That smirk on his face is going to get permanently stuck there if he continues with this any longer, Jeongin thought. Regardless, Jeongin was desperate. “I need… need more, need you, please Hyung, you always know what to do.”
“Aw, Jeongin needs Hyung's help already… It’s alright, you always were a bit useless without me.” Jeongin started to whine at Minho’s teasing. “But luckily for you Jeongin, I love helping you.” His smirk was slowly replaced by a much more loving yet serious look as he said, “Are you sure you're ready Jeongin? We don’t have to follow through if you don’t want to.” Jeongin hadn’t been so sure of anything in a while.
“I’m sure, as long as you’re sure as well Hyung. You’re also allowed to back out at any time.”
“I love you so much Jeongin.”
Minho took the lube and squeezed an excessive amount on his length. Safety first, Jeongin figured. Jeongin removed his fingers from his hole, already feeling an emptiness that he’s never felt before. He hoped Minho wouldn’t drag this part out too long.
Minho further squeezed himself between Jeongin’s legs and began to carefully line himself up with Jeongin. “Remember to relax baby,” Minho said as he started to draw circles on Jeongin's hip. Jeongin found himself relaxing even further, concentrating solely on Minho's fingers on his hips.
Minho began to slowly ease his way into Jeongin. They both groaned at the new sensations. Minho was ever so slow and careful as he eased his way into Jeongin, not rushing in the slightest. Minho bottomed out with a grunt.
Jeongin never felt anything like this before. He felt so… full. But still, he wanted more. “Hyung, Hyung, move please.”
However, Minho had a strange look on his face. “Give me a second Jeongin, I also have to get used to this.” Jeongin notices a gush of slick drip from Minho onto Jeongin, making Jeongin even more desperate. “Fuck Jeongin, you really do just suck me in huh… so fucking tight.”
Jeongin tried really hard to be patient, but he couldn’t help himself anymore, as he started to shallowly circle his hips, trying to get Minho to move inside him.
“Fuck Jeongin, I told you to be patient. You’re not gonna get anywhere with that anyway.”
Minho began to slowly gather himself, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in. He repeated this pattern, trying to develop a rhythm with it. Jeongin was too out of it to even think of critiquing Minho and his albeit slightly off rhythm. As Jeongin recognized this was also Minho's first time topping.
“Faster, Hyung, please faster,” Jeongin said with a breathless quality.
“Fuck Jeongin, you’re so needy.” Jeongin could only whine at that; he felt like a whole new side of him was getting exposed like this. Always there, but coming to light in a new way it never had before. “It’s alright though, Hyungs got you as always, just give me a second, I want to try something first.” Jeongin could only continue to whine in response.
Minho kept slightly repositioning himself. Almost experimentally thrusting until… “Oh, oh FUCK Minho,” Jeongin almost screamed.
“There you go baby, that’s what I was looking for.”
Jeongin felt his nerves light up through his body, parts of him never touched before, ignited in a magnificent fashion. Jeongin felt himself quickly becoming addicted to the new sensation. He began to feel that he was never going to be fully prepared for this.
As soon as Minho found his prostate, he began to speed up. “This is what you wanted, right baby? For me to speed up?” Minho devoured Jeongin with his eyes. Looking at his face for every microexpression caused by his movement.
“Fuck Minho fuck, this is so much,” Jeongin almost sobbed. He guessed this was why they always said to be careful what you wished for.
“Language baby, and that’s hyung to you.”
“Sorry hyung m’sorry.”
“It’s alright baby, you always did need my guidance. I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not as helpless as you act sometimes. You just like my attention, don’t you? You like being babied, and I just spoil you too much, don’t I?”
Fuck, Minho really did know him too well didn’t he? Jeongin thought. Jeongin wasn’t brave enough to admit it, though; he'd be taking this not-so-well-hidden secret to the grave. “You’re mean hyung, don’t wanna talk”.
“That’s alright baby, I have a solution for that as well.” Minho swept down and drew Jeongin’s lips into a heated kiss, letting their bodies do the rest of the talking.
Jeongin let himself fall into the kiss, getting lost in it. Although he was overwhelmed with all the stimulation, this… this was something he could get used to.
Minho suddenly pulled away with a slightly shocked expression on his face. “Jeongin… your knot is forming.”
“Oh,” Jeongin gasped. It was all Jeongin could think to respond with. Jeongin wondered how he could have not realized sooner. He realized he must have been too sucked up in the pleasure of it all.
“Fuck Jeongin, that’s so hot, you like it this much huh?” Minho was absolutely dripping with slick at this point. So much so that they could quit the lube altogether and just use Minho’s slick to help the slide in the future. “Fuck Jeongin, I’m getting close too.” Minho was barely holding on. “Together baby?”
Jeongin nodded, and Minho proceeded to wrap his hands around Jeongin’s forming knot, pumping with a firm grip. Jeongin moved to try and return the favour by attempting to finger Minho, but found he had difficulties reaching. Minho however, saw what he was attempting. “It’s alright baby, I can get there without it," Minho replied with a fond gaze. "I think, you’re plenty.”
Jeongin felt himself almost thrusting into Minho's hands at the same pace Minho was thrusting into him. “You’re really going to pop a knot from this, aren’t you baby?”
The slight humiliation of the question sent Jeongin over the edge, and he came with a scream. His knot popped in Minho’s firm grip, splattering his cum over both of them, some stray cum landing on Jeongin’s lips, where he unconsciously started to lick it up.
The sight was evidently too much for Minho. Minho let out a loud moan as he came and gushed an obscene amount of slick from his hole.
They sat there in the aftermath for what felt like an eternity. Jeongin was usually the first one to get up and take charge of the cleanup, but he had what felt like a Minho-shaped cat lying on top of him, nuzzling into his neck. Wasn’t it a rule to never get up with a cat lying on you? Jeongin thought
Minho eventually got up and wiped Jeongin and himself down with a cloth he had wet in their shared bathroom. Once done, Minho went back into his previous position and nuzzled his head into Jeongin’s neck, like there was nowhere else he would rather be. “We should do this again sometime,” Jeongin managed to say with all the courage he could muster up.
“How about tomorrow?”