I love u, we like him to, u my man, but he's our boo
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Jisung glances at Chan. "It's day twenty-one… Minho-hyung is a bit—"
"Ah, gotcha." Chan nods. "Wait—you haven't helped him with that yet, Sung? Because I thought day twenty was when clingy Minho activates like a fucking sleeper agent or some shit?" He leans in, his voice coming a little teasing. "Not up to the job?""You've got no idea!" Jisung shakes his head. "I mean, I would have—um, fuck you! Of course I'm up to the job." Chan laughs at him. "But his flight got delayed yesterday. So now Minho-hyung is sitting at home, wound up and hornier than a squirrel in a nut factory, and I had to leave him, because you know…" He gestures around the studio. "Deadline."
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Minho is a lot to handle during his clingy days—when Jisung can't take care of him due to a deadline, Minho won't take no for an answer... luckily, Chan-hyung is available to offer them both a helping hand (and more) which may or may not alter their dynamic forever...
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Jisung goes small, touching the side of his flushed neck sheepishly. He's stalling, and Minho knows his brain is short-circuiting under the pressure.
He glances over at Chan, smirking mischievously.
"Alright, Chan-ah. He's holding us up." Minho says, raising his right hand into a fist. "Rock, paper, scissors for him?"
"You're on." Chan grins, raising his own fist.
Jisung blinks at them sheer in disbelief. A fresh pink blush creeping up his skin.
"One, two, three." The hyungs mutter in unison.
Minho throws paper, while Chan throws scissors.
"Ah, fuck it." Minho laughs, dropping his hand.
"Winner." Chan says smoothly.
Without wasting a second, he reaches out and taps Jisung firmly on the thigh. Before Jisung can even argue, Chan plucks the water bottle balanced precariously between his legs and takes a long, slow swig before passing it to Minho.
"On your knees." He orders, voice low. "Turn around."
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