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Seungmin: hey have you seen this??
Minho taps the Twitter notification, opening the app and his conversation thread with Seungmin.
Below Seungmin’s message is a series of screenshots of tweets. The profile picture of the account shown is the top of someone’s head, showing only messy brown hair. The username is unrecognizable—@ssungbbug—and the screen name is Jisung. They quote-tweeted something of Minho’s and added a paragraph rant about him. They’re angry and over-the-top in the way that people only ever are in DMs or on their private accounts. According to Jisung, Minho is ‘smug, performative and irritating as fuck.’
Minho breathes out a small laugh.
Immediately, more screenshots appear in the chat.
Seungmin: he’s been going on like this for nearly an hour. it’s getting ridiculous.
Minho sits up a little on his couch.
The following screenshots are all from Jisung’s private account—a long thread, quote-tweets of people defending Minho, more replies to his friends about him.
It’s a lot. Factually.
Minho looks through them one by one. Jisung clearly pays him a lot of attention. In his rant, he references old controversies, adds screenshots of Minho’s tweets, paraphrases things Minho remembers talking about publicly. It’s unironically impressive just how much he remembers.
Seungmin: someone in the gc sent them. i wanted to give you a heads up in case it escalates
Minho types his reply.
Who is this guy?
Seungmin: you don’t know him?? @j_one01
Seungmin: he’s a pretty big account
Minho clicks on the linked account.
Surprisingly, he’s not blocked. The screen name is once again Jisung. This time, the profile picture is something more typical for their fandom. According to his bio, he’s just a couple years younger than Minho. His account is smaller than Minho's, but not by a very large margin. He scrolls down to see some of Jisung’s recent tweets, but nothing on his public account betrays his ire toward Minho. Maybe he’s scared to mention him publicly.
Minho gets another notification from Seungmin and heads back to their chat. More screenshots.
‘I swear minho acts like he’s the only person here with a working brain. everything he says sounds like he thinks he’s soooo much smarter than everyone else’
And the reply:
‘and people eat it up like he’s the authority on everything. so ANNOYING’
And the second reply:
‘i have him muted but everyone just has to keep talking about him. he’s literally impossible to escape and i’m ONE more dogshit take away from muting some of you guys too’
Minho should probably be more bothered by it, but as he scrolls through the screenshots again, all he sees is Jisung saying his name over and over again. Endlessly.
He shifts on the couch, and something feels off. Moving his phone aside, he glances down. The realization hits a second later. In disbelief, he stares back down at his phone, at the picture of Jisung’s fluffy brown hair. He’s sporting an actual fucking semi over some guy on Twitter obsessively complaining about him. Minho sighs.
After he takes a moment to collect himself, he types out a message for Seungmin.
Does he talk about me this much all the time?
Seungmin: kinda lol
Seungmin: he’s hated you for a while
Minho thumbs back up through the chat, to the screenshots from @ssungbbug. There’s something about the focus of it. The dates on the tweets vary, and while the most recent is seemingly just from a couple hours ago, the oldest are from months ago. Even though there’s probably several tweets in between rants, Jisung keeps circulating back to him, unable to drop Minho’s name. It’s petty—no, beyond petty—it’s outright ridiculous.
But it’s also weirdly flattering…
If this guy is going to spend this much time talking about him… maybe he should say something.
So Minho clicks again on the public account @j_one01 linked by Seungmin. He taps on the message icon, and the blank chat opens.
He types.
Pauses.
Deletes it.
Types something else.
Pauses.
Sends it.
You talk about me a lot for someone who hates me
Of course, nothing happens immediately.
Realistically, it’ll probably take several hours for Minho to get a reply, and even then, it’s much more likely that Jisung will ignore or block him.
Minho puts his phone down to ask himself why he would even do that. What did he expect? Jisung clearly hates him and cold messaging him like this could very well result in a thread getting made on him. It wouldn’t be the first time, but in the past, it was always over stupid shit in fandom politics, never any personal wrongdoing.
Minho’s phone suddenly vibrates beside him.
When he glances down at it, he fully expects it to be Seungmin again.
It isn’t.
Minho rushes to open the new DM.
Jisung: what
Minho smiles to himself. He can feel the hostility through the phone, and it’s a joy.
Minho: Don’t you agree?
The typing bubble appears instantly. It stops. Appears again. Stops. Appears again.
Jisung suddenly seems a lot less confident. It’s a little amusing.
Finally, his reply comes.
Jisung: if you’re messaging me because you’re mad about some tweets that weren’t even directed at you that’s kind of weird
Minho chuckles to himself. As if that’s believable when he mentioned him by name so many times.
Minho: They were about a different Minho @leenoknow then?
Jisung: so you went digging through my priv like a creep?
Minho: Mutuals are bound to talk eventually
Minho: From what I heard, today’s been especially hard. You’ve been going for an hour
Jisung: okay ???
Jisung: people complain about annoying accs all the time
Minho: Most people don’t complain about them over the course of months
The next message takes a minute to come.
Jisung: are you always this full of yourself?
Jisung: you’re literally just proving me right
Minho stares at his phone for a second. Jisung is most definitely ready to escalate the argument, and besides being entertaining, it’s somehow almost cute… and that doesn’t lessen the tension he feels in his sweatpants.
Unable to resist, he continues to poke.
Minho: I’m just impressed honestly
Minho: you remember a lot about me
The typing bubble appears instantly, like Jisung was waiting for him to respond.
Jisung: it’s not hard when i constantly see you on my timeline saying dumb shit
Minho: Though you had me muted?
Jisung: people i don’t have muted circulate your takes by complaining about them
Jisung: i’d love to pretend you don’t exist but unfortunately i’m not so lucky
Minho: See that’s the thing
Minho: I’m not sure you really feel that way
Minho: With how much mental energy it takes to type out all those rants and complaints, I think you like getting angry with me. At least a little bit
There’s a long pause as Jisung types, deletes and types again.
Jisung: you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?
Minho briefly considers lying.
Minho: A little
Jisung: god you’re so fucking annoying
Minho stares at the words for a second. The tension in his groin is distracting, forcing him to re-read it a couple of times. He exits out of his chat with Jisung and returns to the one with Seungmin, then scrolls up to the screenshots from Jisung’s private account. Tweet after tweet. Minho this, Minho that. His hips twitch.
He returns to his chat with Jisung and slowly types out something he’s not sure he should send.
Minho: Can I tell you something weird?
The typing bubble appears right away.
Jisung: what
Minho hesitates for a second, but arousal wins over.
Minho: Reading your rants gave me a semi
The typing bubble appears, disappears, appears, disappears. This goes on for a full minute, maybe even two.
Jisung: …. what
Minho: Yeah
Minho: I guess someone being that obsessed with me does something for my ego
Several seconds of the typing bubble flickering.
Jisung: you’re lying
Minho: Why would I lie about that
Another long pause.
Jisung: that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard
Jisung: and i’m not obsessed with you
Minho: Sure
The typing bubble dances again.
Jisung: you’re unbelievable
Minho’s hand brings itself to his crotch, where it drags over his bulge. He can’t help imagining Jisung angrily typing at him. Or maybe, he’s not angry. Maybe he’s flustered. Maybe his heart rate is rising.
With one hand, Minho types again.
Minho: Are you blushing right now
The response is immediate.
Jisung: no
Jisung: why would i blush over THAT
Minho doesn’t reply right away, too busy giving himself a minute reverie as he palms his hard cock through his pants.
Jisung apparently isn’t very patient. Go figure.
Jisung: you’re seriously turned on by this……
Minho: Yeah
A few seconds pass.
Jisung: that’s insane.
It absolutely is.
But another thing is also true.
Minho: You’re still talking to me
The typing bubble appears, disappears.
Jisung: are you actually hard right now
Minho exhales softly as he gives himself a gentle but firm squeeze.
Minho: I am
A pause.
Jisung: prove it
Minho’s eyebrows lift. Despite his solo foreplay, he didn’t expect Jisung to be so forward.
Minho: You’re asking to see it?
Jisung: i’m asking you to proof that what you said is true
Minho: Alright. I can do that
Minho looks down at himself. He can’t believe this is really happening. Not even thirty minutes ago, this guy hated his guts, and now he’s asking him to prove that he has an erection.
He opens the camera and angles the phone downward. His grey sweatpants leave very little to the imagination, and the outline of his cock is obvious where it pushes against the thin fabric. He quickly snaps a picture, then gives it a look. His bulge, and the size of it, is unmistakable.
Minho hits send.
The image appears in the chat.
Almost immediately, the typing bubble pops up. Then, it disappears for several seconds. Minho palms himself as he waits for Jisung to get his shit together.
Jisung: that proves literally nothing
Minho grins. It’s not what he expected; it’s better.
Minho: You said prove I’m hard
Minho: That’s me hard
Jisung: that could be anything
Jisung: your pants could just fit weird and be bunched up
Minho scrolls back up to double check his picture, and Jisung is definitely baiting him. It’s so damn cute, and if he wants to play around, then so can Minho.
Minho: You asked for proof and you got it
Some seconds pass.
Jisung: it doesn’t show anything though
Minho: What exactly were you expecting?
The typing bubble stutters for a long time.
Jisung: i don’t know
Minho smirks.
Minho: Really? Sounds like you had something in mind
Jisung has a hard time formulating his response again, but finally —
Jisung: i’m just saying that pic doesn’t prove you’re hard
Minho: What would prove it then?
It takes a minute.
Jisung: you know what would prove it
Minho intentionally waits a few senses before typing.
Minho: I’m not a mind reader
The next reply comes immediately, like Jisung is getting frustrated.
Jisung: yes you are
Minho: I don’t get it
Minho: Tell me how I can prove it to you
The typing bubble flickers over and over again.
Jisung: you have to send a pic that actually shows it
Minho: Shows what
Jisung: you know
Minho doesn’t type anything, and Jisung’s second message comes quick.
Jisung: your dick
Minho actually laughs aloud. He types slowly.
Minho: So you’re asking to see my dick?
Jisung: i just said that if you’re going to claim to be hard then you should prove it
Minho: And you’re asking me to prove it by sending you a picture of my dick aren’t you?
A pause.
Jisung: are you going to send it or not
“Obsessed,” Minho whispers to himself, and the grin is on his face before the word fully leaves his lips.
He reaches for his waistband and promptly tugs it down. His heavy cock springs up, flushed and already wet at the tip from his teasing. Minho glances back at Jisung’s last message before opening the camera. He angles it downward to capture his cock. He tugs his shirt up a little to show his stomach, and then loosely wraps his hand around the base of his cock. He snaps the picture.
For a second, he studies it. His cock is thick in his hand, and the tip is flushed and swollen with a bead of precum forming and already glistening lightly. He taps send.
The typing bubble appears and disappears several times over.
Minho keeps his cock out, slowly stroking it as he waits.
Jisung: ….. okay
More messages appear before Minho can even think to say anything else.
Jisung: you’re hard
Minho: So the picture proved it?
Jisung: yes
Jisung: i’m not blind
Minho: Good
Minho: Didn’t want you to think I was lying
Jisung: i can admit you were telling the truth
Minho swipes his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the precum. When he resumes stroking, he tightens his grip.
Minho: You know since you asked for proof it’s kind of your fault that I’m jerking off rn
A pause.
Jisung: i didn’t tell you to do that
Minho: You asked to see it
Minho: Hard not to keep going after that
A longer pause.
Jisung: you’re really jerking off? honest?
Minho: Yeah
Minho: Still thinking about how much time you must’ve spent thinking about me over the last few months
Minho: How worked up you had to get
He keeps stroking himself, unhurried. His hand smoothly slides up and down, and for a second, he imagines someone else’s hand moving on him, teasing his cock. His phone vibrates.
Jisung: it wasn’t like that
Jisung: i was annoyed
Minho: Sure
Jisung: you’re the smuggest person i’ve ever encountered on or offline
Minho: If it makes you feel any better
Minho: You’re the only person who’s ever gotten me turned on by ranting about me online
The typing bubble stutters again.
Jisung: oh my god
Minho: What
Minho: Too much for you?
Jisung: you’re crazy
Minho: And you run your mouth too much
Minho: If you were here rn
Minho: I’d stuff your mouth full just to enjoy the peace and quiet
The typing bubble appears instantly, and Minho can imagine Jisung furiously typing, before it disappears again. Rinse and repeat.
Jisung: you don’t even know me
Minho: I know you’ve been talking about me for months. Feels like we’re pretty familiar already
Jisung: you’re just saying weird shit now
Minho: You’re the one who asked to see my dick
Jisung: that was to prove a point
Minho: Be honest
Minho: If I was actually there you’d still be arguing?
A few seconds pass.
Jisung: yes
Minho: With my cock in your mouth?
The typing bubble appears and disappears several times.
Jisung: you think i’d just let you do that?
Minho: I do yeah
Minho: I think you’d pretend to hate it but you’d be rock hard and leaking
Minho: I bet you like it when you’re forced to take a whole cock down your throat
There’s a short pause.
Jisung: you seem awfully sure about that
Minho: Am I wrong?
Jisung: maybe
Jisung: maybe not
Minho: So that’s a yes
Jisung: you’re assuming a lot
Minho: Correct me where I’m wrong
Jisung: if someone was actually doing that
Jisung: they’d have to hold my head still
Minho's hand stops moving for a moment.
Minho: Yeah?
Jisung: if you’re gonna be rough then do it right
Minho: You want someone to be rough with you?
Jisung: i’d want them to hold my head
Jisung: push me down on it
Jisung: if you’re going to put your dick in someone’s mouth you might as well actually fuck it
Minho: So you do like it rough. That’s good to know
The typing bubble appears and disappears, but Minho keeps typing.
Minho: You still haven’t sent me anything back btw
Minho: Fair’s fair and all that
The typing bubble continues to dance before abruptly disappearing. A minute or two passes of nothing, and Minho wonders if he went too far, pushed too hard, made Jisung uncomfortable.
But then a photo appears.
It’s a close-up photo limited to Jisung’s ass and Jisung’s ass alone. It’s plump and soft. Jisung is reaching back with one hand to spread himself open, and the way the flesh gives under his fingers is divine, the mere image of it conjuring up thoughts in Minho’s head of what it would feel like to sink his own fingers into the soft fat of it. Minho can’t see his dick, but with an ass like that, it doesn’t even matter. Jisung’s back is arched, and his hips slope into a tiny waist that Minho wishes he could wrap his hands around. His hole and what shows of his balls are completely hairless. His hole itself is small and tight, and Minho is panting at the thought of easing his finger inside.
Minho’s hand speeds up on his cock, and he types one-handed.
Minho: Fuck
Minho: You’re beautiful
Minho: And you just spread yourself open for me like it’s nothing
Minho: What happened to “you don’t even know me” huh
The response is instant.
Jisung: shut up
Jisung: you asked
Minho: I did
Minho: And you delivered like a trained little slut
Another picture comes shortly after he sends his message.
Jisung is in a similar position, but now his hole glistens with lube. The hand spreading his ass open now has his fingers stretched out a little further so that his middle finger, also shiny, nudges at his hole.
Hand moving furiously on his dick, Minho quickly types.
Minho: Gonna finger yourself to this?
Minho: Fuck
Minho: You want it so bad don’t you
Minho: You need to be stretched out by a fat dick
Jisung: are you stroking your cock?
Jisung: looking at my ass
Minho: Fuck yes
Minho: Such a perfect ass
Minho: Made to take cock
Minho hurries to open his camera. He presses record, capturing his head sliding up and down his cock. He doesn’t hold his breath or quiet himself, wanting Jisung to hear how hard he’s breathing, the little moans that slip through, how badly he wants to be inside him, no matter how much he hates him. He moves his hips, fucking his cock up into his fist.
He ends the recording and sends the video without bothering to watch or look it over. Unable to stop stroking his cock, he scrolls back up to Jisung’s pictures as he waits for Jisung to reply.
Jisung: holy shit
Jisung: your moans are so hot
Minho: Finger yourself Sung. Let me hear you
He doesn’t care that he’s pleading anymore. Minho cock pulses in his hand as he waits.
The video loads and starts off shaky as Jisung struggles to prop it up against something. The video isn’t as zoomed in as the photos, and Minho can see more of the background, including the bed he’s kneeling on. He forgets about all of that when he sees Jisung’s delicious ass.
Jisung’s hand goes to his ass again, and his middle finger slides in to the second knuckle with ease. When he pulls it out, Minho can see the rim cling, not wanting to let go. He squeezes his cock harder as he continues to run himself. Jisung pushes his middle finger back in, now with his ring finger as well. He angles them slightly, and then a whine is drawn out of him.
“Fuck— ah—“
Minho curses under his breath.
Jisung leans forward further, still displaying his ass perfectly to the camera. His fingers plunge in and out of his tight hole, and with every push in, he gasps, likely rubbing against his prostate.
“Shit— right there— nghh—“
His voice cracks as his fingers speed up. With the angle of the camera, Minho gets a flawless view of his pink rim clinging to his fingers with every withdrawal.
Jisung shivers. “Minho— your dick— fuck— want it so bad—“
The name slips out so naturally. It doesn’t sound planned at all, and more like it just slipped out by pure accident.
As if noticing the slip the same time as Minho, Jisung’s body suddenly locks up. He lets out a long, high-pitched whimper, and his hole clenches down hard on his fingers, pulsing with each wave of his orgasm.
Minho hurries to open his camera and hits record, then clumsily angles it down to his cock.
His hand is flying over his cock, freely leaking precum. He fists himself fast and rough; if he had any grace in the previous video, it’s gone now. His cock throbs as he verges right on the edge of release.
“Fuck, Jisung— your hole clenching— pretty voice moaning my name— ah, shit—“
Minho’s body tenses up, and the first, most intense wave of pleasure washes over him, pulling a low groan from his throat.
The first spurt of cum shoots into the air, coming back down to land upon his pelvis and hand and drip down his thick cock. It’s quickly followed by more ropes of cum, and Minho’s hips buck as he milks every last drop from himself, imagining it’s Jisung’s hole instead.
He slowly squeezes out the last drop from the head of his cock, and then ends the recording. He sends it immediately to Jisung.
Breathing hard to catch his breath, he waits.
The reply is a single photo.
It’s the tops of Jisung’s thighs as he kneels with them together. They’re covered in ropes of milky-white cum. Jisung’s small softening cock sits idly at the apex of his thighs. He’s used a finger to scoop up some of the cum, and he’s holding it up to the camera. Minho imagines him popping it into his mouth and the thought is vulgar and lewd enough to make him shiver in overstimulation without even touching himself.
Jisung: look what you did
Minho lets his head rest against the back of the couch. A grin spreads across his face as he reads Jisung’s message.
Minho: I’ll try to be less annoying in the future
Minho: Or more annoying if it gets me more of this
Jisung sends an eye-roll emoji.
The typing bubble appears and disappears.
Jisung: talk to you tomorrow?
Minho’s heart hammers in his chest.
Minho: I’ll be here