minsung

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to rile up your boyfriends with a rather risqué text, or a few. You couldn't help but miss them deeply whilst they were away on tour, and ever since they had come back they were flooded with a busy work schedule. The past week consisted of a fleeting kiss on the cheek as they left the house, if you were lucky, or the feeling of an arm lazily wrapped around your waist as they fall asleep next to you in bed.

The lack of affection and physical contact just wasn't cutting it. You needed them. You wanted to feel them again, skin on skin, so you took matters into your own hands. Thankfully, it seemed to have worked, Minho and Jisung practically bursting through the front door only to find you lazily laying on the sofa. Minho, lips pulled into a thin line, a fiery lust filled look in his eyes. Jisung, teeth biting his bottom lip and a restless air around him.

"Jagiya, are you crazy? You can't just send texts like that whilst we're at work," Jisung's eyes widened as he stumbled on his feet round the sofa to scan your figure.

"She knows. Now, on your knees for me, darling. You've got some explaining to do," Minho calmly drawled out, leaning back into the other sofa and patting the space next to him for your boyfriend Jisung.