alternate universe - non-famous

Jisung didn’t prepare for this. He was meant to just— tell Minho he’s gay— not ask him to have sex with him. The glass must have been a literal breaking point for his feeble self control. “Because I trust you,” Jisung can’t even look Minho in the eye. “Because you’re attractive, and you’re always gentle with me, and I think you’d make it good.” Minho’s hold tightens, squeezing Jisung a bit too firmly. “I’d make it good for you, Jisung.” (OR: Jisung learns how to access the encyclopedia of his own emotions.)

Jisung is kissing him before Minho even has a chance to stand up. Hot, desperate lips, fingers slipping under the hem of Minho’s shirt without hesitation. Minho arches into him, bows his head back, allowing Jisung’s lips to travel. Maybe he’ll do it now. Bite Minho. Drink from him. Minho’s legs will go weak and his knees will give and he’ll cease feeling like he’s too heavy for his own bones. “I’m not biting you in the middle of my dining room, sweetheart,” Jisung drags his teeth across Minho’s throat, teasing. (OR: Jisung is a vampire; Minho indulges.)

Every year, on the day of the harvest ritual, the village leaders chose someone at random to be sent up the mountain to be sacrificed to the dragon gods, to ensure that they had a good planting season and a bountiful harvest for the upcoming year. This year, Seonghwa was chosen to be the sacrifice. He wondered what he ever did to deserve a fate like this.

“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.

When you wake up in the middle of the woods bound by rope, gagged, and completely naked, you know you’re fucked.

“Your logic is incredibly upsetting,” says Minho. His skin crawls– the air in his lungs feels gummy. “You really think–” “Things like this are going to keep happening,” Seungmin interrupts again, and he doesn’t have to specify what this means for Minho to once again be harassed with snapshots of Seungmin beneath him, breathless, calling him sexy. His confidence is starting to slip, mouth being drawn into a tight, thin line. “I’m– if we just fuck and get it over with, we can move on with our lives.” It’s a terrible idea. It’s a terrible fucking idea, and yet.

Henry is absolutely obsessed with the runner he sees in the park every day at lunch. Added a smutty/schmoopy second chapter