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Minho’s looking at him with a strange expression. Exasperation and fondness and embarrassment and pity and something a little darker. “You don’t know how to do this, do you? The whole…sexy, jump-on-me thing.”
Jisung feels his temper begin to strain. “Oh my God, if you’re going to insult me then you can do it instead, asshole.”
“My sexy is possessive, Jisung,” Minho snaps, and Jisung almost swallows when he hears his name in something that resembles a growl. “It will not work for me. But I can help you, do you trust me?”
Their ten minutes are dwindling rapidly. “Fuck, okay, okay.”
Minho leans in. “The key to looking fuckable, Han Jisung,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “Is to look like you’ve just been fucked.”
His breath brushes Jisung’s ear, and Jisung fails to fight his shudder. On instinct, his hands finds Minho’s chest, drags down to Minho’s waist, and he hears Minho inhale sharply.
“Do your worst, then,” Jisung grits out, wishing he’d opted for looser slacks. “Make it look like you’ve just fucked me.”
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Or: Jisung and Minho are a secret agent pair that hate each other. They have ten minutes in a janitor's closet to make Jisung fuckable enough to seduce the enemy.