amidst the midnight hour, minho and jisung found themselves shrouded in the comforting darkness of their room. whispers floated between them, gentle as the night breeze. jisung's voice trembled through the quiet. "min, can i ask you something?"
minho stirred, his voice tender. "of course, jisung. what's on your mind?"
a pause hung heavy, and then jisung's request emerged, laced with hesitance. "could we make it pitch black in here? so i won't be able to see your face?"
curiosity and intrigue mingled in minho's gaze. "why the darkness?" jisung's voice quivered, baring his heart. "i want to feel your face, minho. to know you, scars and all, without my eyes shaping my perception."
a shared understanding blossomed. minho reached over to extinguish the soft glow of their nightlight. the room submerged into complete darkness, the kind that lets vulnerability thrive. with a tentative touch, minho peeled away the mask that concealed his scars. he hesitated, his voice a soft murmur. "alright, ji. it's dark now."
jisung's fingers explored minho's face in the obscurity, finding their path along the edges of the scars that etched minho's cheeks. the rough lines going from each corner of his lips to the middle of his cheeks.
his breath hitched as he traced the rugged terrain of minho's skin. the depth of the scars was palpable, a tangible reminder of battles fought. tears shimmered in the corners of jisung's eyes, a testament to the raw emotion of the moment. he breathed shakily, "minho, i can feel how deep these cuts are."
minho's chest tightened, his vulnerability met with compassion. he held still, allowing jisung the space to process the reality of his scars. jisung's fingers halted for a moment, the silence heavy. "minho, who... who did this to you? your father?"
minho's voice quivered, laden with pain. "yeah. my father did, jisung. he ruined my life with these scars."
tears streamed down jisung's cheeks, his heart heavy with minho's confession. the darkness wrapped around them, a sanctuary for their shared emotions. he whispered through his tears, "i'm so sorry, min. you didn't deserve any of this."
minho's hand found jisung's in the dark, their fingers intertwining. "thank you, jisung. your understanding means more to me than you can imagine." jisung leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to either scar and hooking minho's mask back on his ears.
in the embrace of the night, minho and jisung forged a connection that transcended physical touch. their words resonated in the dark, a testament to their bond forged in vulnerability.
as the night unfolded, jisung's tears flowed freely, carrying with them the weight of minho's pain. and yet, in their shared tears, there was a poignant beauty – the beauty of two souls finding solace and understanding in each other's embrace.
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"stupid. fucking. boy."
his father sneered as he smacked minho with one of his books. minho sat there. there was nothing he could do. his father straightened his back, standing up and going over to the stove. he checked his boiling water and smiled.
he held the kettle by the handle, going over to minho. "what happened at that boy's house, lee minho. the truth." minho shakily exhaled, he couldn't out jisung. he couldn't tell his father that jisung knows about his face.
"nothing. we watched a movie. that's all."
his father tsked. "minho, i know when you lie. do you think i'm stupid? i raised you."
"i raised myself." minho snapped, regretting it as soon as it slipped from his lips. "oh? so you want to play the smartass? who has more power here, minho?"
minho gulped. "you." his father nodded. "right. me. don't fucking forget it." he set the kettle down, grabbing the rope and tying minho's hands behind him to either side of the desk. he tied his legs together, and placed duct tape over his mouth.
"keep quiet. not one peep out of you."
he grabbed the kettle, pouring the searing hot water on his hands. minho harshly bit down on his lip, not letting out a single sound. he watched his hands begin pulsing red, skin starting to tear.
he stared at his father, and the man stopped pouring the water. "look at the mess you made me make." there was a puddle of water on the floor, and minho hummed. his father, jiwon, harshly tugged the ropes off and dropped some paper towels on the floor. "clean it up."
he sat down in his chair, watching minho clean up the water. minho's shaky hands entirely froze as he heard a low moan from behind him. "why the hell have you stopped? clean it up." he turned his head to see jiwon stroking himself slowly and minho gulped.
he continued wiping away the water, wincing at the sounds from behind him. "minho. come here." minho's eyes widened, slowly turning around and staring at his father. "i want you to do a favor for me. help out your old man, eh?"
"w-with what?" minho stuttered out, his shaking hands clasped behind his back. "help me finish, darling. suck." minho was horrified, he'd never done anything sexual in his life. he unhooked his mask, crawling over to sit on his knees in front of jiwon.
"good boy. go on."
minho squeezed his eyes shut, as he cautiously held the wet cock in his hand and shuddered. he slowly stroked it, glancing up to see jiwon's head slowly tilt back. "good." minho parted his lips, taking it into his mouth and gagging as jiwon gripped his hair to shove him down entirely.
how did people enjoy this?
he let his father control his movements, and let his mouth slide up and down. he blankly stared at the chair as the cock slipped from his mouth. jiwon slapped the tip against minho's lip, humming contently. "go on."
minho figured that the quicker he did this, the quicker it would be over. he licked from the base to the purple-ish tip that leaked with pre-cum, and slowly bobbed his head. the low groans from jiwon made him know that he was close.
minho wanted it to be over.
his hair was gripped again, hands running through it. "good boy, taking me so well." minho whimpered gently at the words, wanting to be in jisung's arms. jisung. jisung would never do this to him.
he wanted jisung. he wanted to be wrapped in his arms, held close and safe. and have jisung kiss his forehead, telling him that it would be okay. it wouldn't be okay. minho will never be okay. not after this.
he zoned back in as cum spilled from his lips, and the cock slipped out. a rough thumb wiped the cum from his chin, and a satisfied sigh. "you can go. go to your boyfriend, or whoever the fuck. just get the hell out of my face."
