the sound of the waves collide
“Nobody has ever treated you right, Han-ah,” Minho sighs, adjusting himself to hold both of Jisung’s cheeks with his hands. They’re trembling. “I hate it. I hate when these shitty doms put their hands on you. I hate seeing bruises on you I know could have been placed better. I hate seeing rope burn on your wrists. Jisung, I— fuck. Let me be your dom. Please. Let me treat you how you deserve.”
Hands find their way to Minho’s clothed chest, splaying out there, touching like Jisung can't comprehend this is real.
“You want me?” Jisung asks, voice small. “You really want me?”
Jisung's dom leaves him during a drop. Minho is tired of watching Jisung lose out on the treatment he deserves.