seventy-seven

When Minho awoke the following morning, he was comfortably lying in bed with Jisung. Sunlight flooded the room, his eyelid fluttering open. A slight ache in his body made him wince, and it only took him three seconds to remember what had happened last night.

"You awake?" A low voice murmured into his ear. He tilted his head slightly, only to see that his head was lied on Jisung's naked chest. It seemed like the latter had held him all night while he slept.

"Yeah, I'm kind of awake," he mumbled sleepily.

Jisung chuckled and brushed his hand over Minho's hair. "If you're that tired, just close your eyes and relax for another while," he said, his lips quirking up. "Last night must've been exciting for you, yeah?"

"Well, it's not like you know how to stop," Minho said and rolled his eyes at him. "I swear, you humans can go forever when you're completely consumed by lust."

"You didn't complain though," he smirked, planting a kiss on the side of Minho's neck. He had gotten a lot bolder now ever since that incident last night... This was so unexpected. How shocking.

"I can't believe this is the same person who ate a bar of soap by accident," Minho mumbled.

"Huh, what did you say?!"

"Nothing," he chuckled playfully and sat up on the bed. "I think it's time to get up now. We can't stay in bed all day, Jisung."

"Just five minutes more, I swear," he whined and covered himself up with a blanket, actually having no intentions at all to get up.

"Then go, suit yourself. I'm going to make breakfast now and I'll be sure to not share with you," he teased and stuck his tongue out at Jisung before running to the kitchen.

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A while later, when they had just finished having breakfast, they were confronted with yet another surprise visitor. And this one apparently didn't like to use doors.

Turning around, Jisung suddenly stared into a pair of demonic eyes that watched his every move. His heart stopped, fear gripped him. He screamed, summoning his magic out of instinct.

A beam of light shot through the air, hitting the intruder who cursed under his breath. "Fuck!" He cursed, and Jisung realized who it was.

"You deserved that," Minho cackled, approaching Felix who looked rather pouty.

"Hey, I just wanted to visit! Treat your guest nicely!"

"Come through the door like normal people," Minho deadpanned.

"Well, I'm not normal. I'm a maniac, you could say."

"Yeah, seems like it," Jisung shook his head and grinned.

"I'm not the only visitor, by the way. Jeongin is waiting outside the door," he snickered.

"As he should," Minho remarked icily. "You should be like him. Don't barge into people's homes all the time, alright?"

Felix nodded sheepishly before his gaze came to rest on Minho's neck. He smirked, seeing a bunch of what seemed like hickeys on him. "I see, you guys must've been busy. I hope it was fun."

Jisung blushed like a tomato and quickly fled the kitchen, intending to open the front door for Jeongin. In a few seconds, he was gone, wanting to curse at the silly demon for his unnecessary comments.

He opened the front door and came face to face with Jeongin who apparently already knew what was up. Oops. Looks like he forgot that this demon was able to read minds... How embarrassing.

"Looks like someone got laid," was the first thing he said when he entered the house and met Minho. The latter cursed under his breath, flushing. "What is up with you guys all of a sudden?!" He screeched.

To be continued...

Yes. Jisung is the top HAHAHAHA. I just wanted some change, aye? Like please, I know that most people associate... 'small' people as bottoms, but bruh 😭 I don't think that's how it always works in real life.

- ironic words from a bottom herself