minsung/skz one shots

bad decisions.

You can be all I got, what's the difference? Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions.

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Minho's heavy legs were taking him out of the bar and he was stumbling through the door, mumbling apologies at everyone he accidentally ran into. „Watch it, asshole", he heard someone yell after him and grinned. On a more fucked up day he'd provocate that fucker until he got his face rearranged. But not today. Today he'd empty the bottle of hennessy on his counter top, jerk off at the thoughts of his best friend and fall asleep. He'd seen Jisung with his boyfriend the whole day and got tired of seeing that asshole Hyunjin brag about how in love they were. Fuck, he wanted to punch him so bad.

He clenched his fists and aimed for the glass of a bus stop house. It cracked beneath his knuckles and blood dripped onto the ground. A bitter chuckle left his throat as he continued his unsteady walk up to the building he was living in. He expected Jisung to be asleep already, next to Hyunjin – of course. Minho had given up imagining Jisung next to him a long time ago and yet, he couldn't stop thinking about Jisung. He couldn't stop thinking about Jisung's stupid, beautiful smile and his stupid, perfect body. And he couldn't stop jerking off at the thought of being fucked by him.

His shaky hand put the key inside the lock and turned it once before the door flung open, hearing Jisung and Hyunjin screech surprised. „Lino!", he heard Jisung gasp loudly, watching the younger one's try to hide their exposed bodies. „On the couch? Really? You fucking assholes", he mumbled annoyed, his eyes were fixated on Jisung's bare chest. He got angry at the fact his roommate had no shame and threw the door close with a loud thud, not giving a fuck whether he woke up his neighbors or not.

„Can we talk?", he forced himself to look at Jisung's face, feeling a wave of lust rush through his tired body. Jisung nodded and quickly slipped into his sweatpants. He couldn't help but stare and he knew Hyunjin was eyeing him. Fuck you, Hyunjin, he thought and suppressed another bitter chuckle. He staggered towards the kitchen and grabbed the half emptied bottle on the counter top before heading towards his room, followed by a very embarrassed and sweaty Jisung. His chest cramped at the fact that Jisung wasn't sweaty because of him and he opened the bottle to force down a good amount of alcohol.

„Your hand!", Jisung said worried as he noticed the dripping blood on Minho's hand, carefully taking the bottle from him and leading him to the edge of his bed. „What happened?", his roommate asked and searched the drawer in the bed side table for tissues. He grabbed the box and took care of Minho's hand. Minho groaned and leaned back, his eyes wandered over Jisung's defined chest. „Got into a fight with a bus stop house", he giggled and Jisung glared at him. It turned him on even more.

Jisung's soft fingertips brushed over his skin, carefully placing tissues on Minho's knuckles to stop the bleeding. „You really should stop doing this", Jisung scolded him and Minho felt himself get hard beneath the fabric of his own sweatpants. „Jisungie", he growled and Jisung's head shot up, staring at him confused. „Am I hurting you?" Minho shook his head. I fucking wish, he thought to himself, feeling the bulge in his pants grow at the thought of it. Jisung frowned, taking a step back. „You should go", Minho muttered. Unless you wanna fuck me silly, he thought, wanting to get out of his pants to jerk off and get rid of the tension in his lower stomach.

„I'm taking the alcohol with me", Jisung decided and turned around to grab the bottle. „The fuck? No you won't!", Minho got up and stumbled towards him, feeling Jisung's arm around his waist to keep him stable as he reached for the alcohol. „Yeah, I think you had enough", Jisung answered and helped him stand upright. As good as it was possible, anyway. Minho watched Jisung's eyes trail down his body and his stomach cramped at the younger one's facial expression. Jisung was staring at his bulge and Minho had to swallow hard. „Give me the alcohol and get out", he hissed finally, trying to grab the bottle one last time. „No", Jisung said stern, gently placing the palm of his hand on Minho's chest and pushing him backwards.