plugged in | minsung

part 27

**content warning** this chapter is literally just smut because i kind of promised a jisung-top scenario and then dipped kkkkk but this is like ... completely irrelevant to the plot. literally just s*x. so if thats not your style, maybe don't read !

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Jisung realised as he dragged Minho out into the cold evening air that they didn't really have a way to get home. Minho had driven them there, and he didn't seem in any fit state to drive now. The cold air had sobered Jisung up just a touch, but it had the opposite effect on Minho, who was now clinging onto the younger boy's arm and laughing at God-knows-what.

"Minho, baby, come on, let's go home..." Jisung crooned. He wanted Minho, needed him, and although he didn't want to fuck him in the streets, he realised that soon he may just have too. He could feel each inch of his skin burning with need, a need he had never felt before. Not this strongly.

"Let's go to Mars!" Minho shrieked in reply. "Let's go to the moon, Jisungie!"

Jisung tried to supress a giggle. He succeeded, at first, until he realised that the weight that was hanging on his arm had disappeared. Minho had dropped to the ground, lying with his head on the concrete in the middle of the road, his face threatening to split into a smile bigger than Jisung had ever seen.

"Minho! Hyung!" Jisung tutted. He tried to drag the older boy onto his feet, but when he couldn't, he made do with dragging him out of the centre of the road and onto the pavement instead.

When he finally managed to get him off the road, Jisung watched Minho for a moment - he was still lying there, smiling to himself. Jisung lay down beside him. The pavement was hard and cold through his clothes, and it was a nice contrast with the soft warmth of Minho's body. Jisung cuddled up to him. The alcohol seemed to be burning through Minho's skin and he was practically a living furnace in the cold winter air. Minho, however, misread Jisung's signals; he snickered, running a finger along Jisung's jaw, a devilish flash in still blurry eyes.

"Don't start what you can't finish," Jisung whispered as he drew away slightly from Minho's touch. "Not here."

"Oh, I can finish," Minho slurred with a giggle. Jisung rolled his eyes and then leaned back in to whisper in his boyfriend's ear again.

"Come with me and I'll make sure you do."

With that, he got up, and slowly started to walk away. With Minho in this drunken state, it was a risky game. He was half expecting to turn around and see his boyfriend still sprawled out on the pavement. Instead, his ears picked up on light footsteps behind him, at first stumbling and then picking up the pace to match Jisung's strides.

"Baby," Minho whined, getting closer to Jisung. "I'm cold..."

"You're literally burning hot," Jisung huffed, but either way, he bent down slightly so Minho could leap up onto his back and wrap his arms around the younger boy's waist.

"Let me kiss you," Minho pouted as he tried to smush his face into the side of Jisung's cheek.

"Wait till we get home."

"Let me touch you," Minho whimpered, fingers grazing Jisung's shoulders.

"Wait till we get home."

"Please, Jisung, let me-"

"Wait till we get home."

This sent Minho into a sulky silence. It was a side of him that Jisung wasn't used to; needy, desperate, clingy. He loved it. He almost couldn't bare to wait, but he kept thinking about the thought of having Minho like this, whimpering and begging and pleading. He would have to wait. Ripe fruit, always sweeter, something along those lines.