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Jisung really needs a sugar daddy. Like, desperately, bro.
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This is the game: Minho's roommate Bada has a vase full of ox-eye daisies in the kitchen. If Jeongin plucks out all the right petals, Minho will love him back.
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"Sit, jagiya." Jisung slowly lowers him down onto the bed, not before pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "Let me take care of you."
And then he's on his knees, gently taking off Minho's shoes, hands slowly inching up to caress his calves, then his aching thighs. Jisung's gaze is unwavering, warm eyes tracing Minho's every move—how his throat works when he swallows, the flick of his tongue across his lips, the way his lashes flutter. Minho lets out a soft whimper, both from the pain and the tenderness with which Jisung is touching him.
"You work so hard, hyung," Jisung breathes, his hands now toying with Minho's waistband, working on unbuttoning his pants. "Always thinking of the others, taking care of us, of me. It's my turn now."
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Minho is in pain and Jisung takes care of him.
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“Kitty?” Jisung repeats. “Hyung?"
“Mmph?” Minho’s voice is sleepy, muffled, and when he pops up from the bundle of blankets on the bed, his blond hair is standing on end and his cheeks are sleep-pink and puffy.
He blinks at Jisung in the doorway, bleary, and Jisung repeats himself. “Kitty? Can Jisungie, um, come… play?”
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“A glory hole? Wait, those are real?” Jisung sips on the beer warming between his palms.
Changbin swats at the back of his head, “Yes, they’re real. What are you, in middle school?”
“Ow, fuck. Do glory holes make you violent? Stop hitting me.” Jisung rubs at the spot to soothe.
“Please, I barely tapped you. Just like I get tapped in that bathroom right there.” Changbin raises his chin in the direction of the bathroom of the bar.
Jisung’s eyes go wide in shock. “There’s one right here?!” Then he realizes, “Wait, how many times have you said you’re going to the bathroom and came back with cum on your breath?”
Changbin takes a fry from the shared basket, and hops down from the barstool, heading to said bathroom, “Too many times to count, honestly.”
“Dude, we share food!” Jisung shouts at him as he walks away. He’s shaking his head as he turns back around to Chan.
“Look, he’s disgusting. But he’s not wrong. It does kinda sound like what you’re looking for.”
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Jisung's tired of shitty relationships, he puts his dick in a wall to cope.