[Fic] I Mean This Forever Part II

[thesockmonster]

Leaving Sehun, the following evening, proves to be more difficult than Minseok had anticipated. Sehun had clung to him, trying to drag Minseok back into the bed with his leg hooked around Minseok's thighs. A sleepy groan of Minseok's name slithered straight into Minseok's chest to balloon until Minseok almost gave in. But he could already feel Sehun's discomfort and he'd extricated himself with a promise to not be long.

Minseok left Sehun curled up in bed, his hair messy and lips swollen from biting at them with his growing fangs, which left Minseok with images of him doing that to Sehun's lips instead.

With a steady pulsing of frustration and hunger, Minseok stalks toward the outskirts of the city in lieu of going into the city proper. He doesn't care about picking and choosing his victim as he usually does; it's always been part of the game - stalking and learning about his prey before pouncing, but right now there's no time. Sehun's loneliness mixes with Minseok's apprehension over leaving him alone and it has Minseok jittery, unsettled as he follows the sound of the nearest heartbeat.

It's a middle-aged man who finds a peaceful death in Minseok's arms, too drained to stop himself before taking too much. He has to feed Sehun as well and it's imperative he keep his own strength while keeping his progeny fed enough to maintain control of himself. It's a thin line Minseok is walking, a dangerous one.

Sehun's hunger is palpable, almost bringing Minseok to his knees from the strength by the time he makes it back. The young vampire is huddled in a dark corner, the bed abandoned and one of the feather pillows ripped to shreds. There's still a few feathers scattered in Sehun's hair, one stuck to the side of his face and it would be amusing if not for the burning, cloying, overwhelming desire to feed that radiates from Sehun.

Minseok kneels in front of Sehun, reaching out to cup his face, wipe the feather away and draw him in. With his neck bared in invitation, Sehun is quick to latch on, his aim little better than the night before. The tension bleeds from Sehun - from them both - with every swallow of blood he drinks down until that burn is sated and Minseok is prying him away before he takes too much. "Better?" Minseok asks softly while petting through Sehun's hair.

Minseok can almost taste the conflict in Sehun, the battle not to relieve himself because the fresh blood pulsing through him has him hard and his instincts fighting to be let loose. With a fond smile, Minseok whispers to him that it's alright, that he wants to help him, and Sehun lunges forward with a whine.

"Touch me please," Sehun pants against Minseok's mouth, his lips still red with blood and teeth pushing into the stained skin. It would be impossible to say no.

Sehun wiggles on top of him, pushing his pants down enough for Minseok to get his hand around his cock, stroking firm over the hot, hard flesh. Minseok swallows his own desires as he pumps Sehun to orgasm, head tipped back on the floor and out of Sehun's reach because if Sehun kisses him, he might forget himself. He envisions licking up the two trails of blood running down Sehun's chin, imagines how Sehun would taste on his tongue if he pushed him onto his back and swallowed down his cock, allowing his newly sired vampire fuck his mouth until he came.

Minseok reasons he's well and properly under Sehun's spell when Sehun nuzzles under his chin after he's come, boneless and satisfied, splayed on top of Minseok with no intentions of getting up.

"How old are you?" Sehun asks hours later.

It's past midnight and they're still on the floor, Minseok's hand trapped between them, but he doesn't mind. Every connection he has with Sehun helps remind him that he's not alone anymore.

He's had time to think, time to delve into this new addition to his life and he realizes that Sehun makes him want to live - if only for Sehun. He knows it was Kyungsoo's plan all along, but he hadn't truly thought making someone for himself was going to work. Minseok is too stubborn, a single-track mind that once set is impossible to reroute. It's part of what Kyungsoo had loved about him when he was human and that trait was only amplified when he'd been turned.

"I stopped counting a long time ago," Minseok answers.

Sehun leans up, a rush of air filling in the space between them and Minseok wants to draw him back down and yet, he refrains. Sehun's forehead is wrinkled, his mouth pulled into a frown. "That's not a very good answer."

"Is it not impolite to ask someone older than you their age?" Minseok replies, an eyebrow raised.

Sehun huffs and Minseok smiles at him, amused and endeared. He is so much like a child even if he's grown enough to be considered a man. Minseok imagines the life he's led has forced him to grow faster than most and he vows never to let anything awful happen to Sehun again.

"For all I know, you could have been seventeen when someone made you a vampire, like, a year ago. Which would make me older." Sehun pulls back to rest on his haunches, curling into himself defensively. "For all I know this is a dream and I'm still back in that alley, dying."

Minseok is quick to sit up, hands cupping Sehun's face gently. "My Sehun," he sighs, thumbs caressing over cheeks. "You have a new life now and I won't allow you this sadness. You are mine and I am yours and I am going to take care of you."

“Always?” Sehun questions with a tilt of his head. His hair falls into his eyes and Minseok sweeps it aside with a brush of his fingers, letting Sehun take hold of his wrist to push his cheek into the curve of Minseok’s palm.

“Always,” Minseok promises.

Minseok wakes to pain. It pulls him from a deep sleep, searing straight through his chest, all consuming and throbbing as he scrambles from the tangle of sheets and blankets around him. He lands on the floor, gasping for air even though he needs none, eyes darting around the room in panic to find Sehun.

Minseok calls out to him and hears nothing but a muffled sob from the other side of the bed. In no time at all, Minseok is at his side on the floor, pulling Sehun’s hands from his face to ensure he’s safe. What he finds is burnt skin over the left half of Sehun’s face, scorching a trail down his neck that disappears under his shirt, wet blood sticking the fabric to his chest. Minseok feels like he’s drowning, his own desperation to fix this fighting with the pain and fear that’s coursing through their bond from Sehun.

“I’m sorry,” Sehun gurgles, a bubble of blood bursting in the back of his mouth.

Minseok shakes his head, spreading Sehun’s legs on the floor so he can fit between them, low enough for Sehun to reach his neck without moving. “Eat. It will heal you.”

Sehun seems hesitant, as if Minseok is going to scold him, and it takes him longer than usual before he’s nosing timidly at Minseok’s neck. Minseok grasps desperately at Sehun, strands of Sehun’s hair sifting through his fingers as he coaxes Sehun into biting. The sharp penetration of his fangs is followed nearly instantly by a wash of cool relief, soothing over the burns as they heal more with every swallow.

Even after Sehun reluctantly pulls away on his own when Minseok slumps forward, too weak to stay upright, he keeps his face pressed in the crook of Minseok’s neck, shaking. “I just wanted to see,” Sehun whispers, his voice still raspy, but a far improvement from earlier.

Minseok shushes him, holds him close because he’d been so afraid. He’d told Sehun of the dangers of the sun, but perhaps he hadn’t been persistent enough in convincing him that the sun is an unforgiving punishment that will kill their kind. And now the effects of his curiosity have Minseok clinging to him, petting down his back to calm him, let him know that everything is alright now. They’re alright.

Downstairs, a door bursts open. Minseok makes an attempt at lifting to confront the intruder, but he crumples to the floor, Sehun whimpering at his side. Minseok has his teeth bared, ready to defend against anyone threatening his Sehun, but it’s unneeded. It’s Kyungsoo’s panicked face that greets Minseok, his sire rushing forward to bring Minseok into his arms. Jongin isn’t far behind, taking in the scene and instantly going to Sehun now that he’s curled back into the shadows, watching wide-eyed.

“I felt your pain,” Kyungsoo murmurs in Minseok’s hair, fingers tight around his middle. “I feared the worst.”

Minseok tries to reassure Kyungsoo that he’s alright, but he doesn’t have the strength. Even when he’d forgone the craving to feed, it hadn’t left him this weak. Then, it had been a gradual decline, a self-imposed effort to fade away, but this was too sudden, his body drained.

“Jongin, stay here with that one. I’m going to take Minseok to feed.”

Minseok hears Sehun’s complaint, feels it pulse loud and demanding through their bond. “Do not worry,” Minseok mumbles, words carrying to Sehun’s ears, “They are friends.”

With Sehun momentarily placated, Kyungsoo sweeps Minseok out of the house and toward civilization. Sehun’s guilt follows them, pinching tight in Minseok’s chest and he tries to subdue it, to calm him through their bond, but it doesn’t take. The itch to feed hits him hard, a slicing burn down his throat that has Minseok grasping at Kyungsoo, fangs throbbing painfully. It almost feels like he’s a young vampire again.

The scent of human hits hard, a punch in the gut, and Minseok scrambles for it all the while Kyungsoo doesn’t release his hold. Kyungsoo slips them easily into the shadows, silent stalkers as they come upon their prey. And despite how young he may feel, the way he hunts betrays his age. The woman doesn’t sense him coming, her final breath caught in her lungs as Minseok sucks every drop of sweet, thick blood from her body.

He’s dizzy from it, strength returned as she falls from his arms. Kyungsoo slams into him, fingers in Minseok’s hair, eyes burning as they stand face-to-face. “You can’t scare me like that,” he whispers, voice shaking with emotion.

Minseok smiles at Kyungsoo. “It was not intended. Sehun let his curiosity get the better of him.”

“Sehun,” Kyungsoo repeats, a smirk pulling up his lips. “He’s taller than I imagined. I always thought your tastes were of the shorter variety to make up for your height insecurities.”

Minseok dispassionately shoves a laughing Kyungsoo away with a snarl. “I told you that in confidence centuries ago. My tastes have evolved.”

“Clearly,” Kyungsoo answers. “Now let’s go back so I can meet him properly. I’m eager to speak with this boy who’s made you so happy.”

Minseok grumbles but follows, content only when Sehun barrels into his arms just after he sets foot inside. The wall behind them creaks ominously from how hard Sehun is pushing against him. Minseok calms him, reassuring Sehun that he’s alright, that everything is fine and he’s not mad at him.

“Were we ever this cute?” Jongin muses from across the room, sharing a smile with Kyungsoo even as Minseok glares at the two of them. He has his arms full of a young vampire who needs consoling and all they can do is make gooey faces at each other. Utterly useless.

Minseok didn’t think it was possible for Sehun to be clingier than he was before, but after the mishap with Sehun peeking through the curtains, he refuses to stop touching. Kyungsoo and Jongin had left them alone without further molestation, promising to be back later when things are less hectic.

And Minseok knows Sehun means well when he shuffles behind Minseok, refusing to relinquish the hold he has around Minseok’s waist, his chin hooked over Minseok’s shoulder as he strips the bedding from the mattress and takes it to the washing machine. Sehun has to talk him through how to use it, but he’s unhelpful when it comes to knowing if it will get blood stains out.

Every now and again - more frequently than not - Minseok will feel the edge of Sehun’s teeth on his skin as the fledgling vampire pushes just enough to relieve the aching pressure of his fangs. That’s one part of being young that Minseok doesn’t miss. He knows how irksome that nagging pain can be which is why he allows Sehun to use him as a teether without complaint. And Sehun seems to enjoy it, sighing in contentment when the ache abates, with Minseok secure in his arms. Sometimes Sehun will try a different area, fangs sinking into the softer flesh of Minseok’s wrist to test and Minseok will correct him, show him the best place to drink and let Sehun drink a little before he pulls off, watching with fascination as the twin punctures quickly heal on their own.

“A human will not be able to heal after, so you must do it for them.” Minseok pushes the pad of his thumb against his fang until a bubble of blood escapes, then rubs it over where Sehun’s just bitten him. “A little of your blood will close the injuries and then you must clean it off. Leave no evidence of yourself.”

Sehun nods in understanding, but Minseok can feel that focus wavering. No matter how many times Sehun feeds from him, the lust and desire after are always strong enough to cloud Sehun’s senses entirely before he attempts to drag Minseok under too. Sometimes Sehun is content just grinding against Minseok, quickly discovering that if he fits himself between Minseok’s legs, he can feel the hard press of Minseok’s cock against his through their pants and he comes that way. Other times he begs for Minseok to touch him and Minseok will stroke him through it, fighting against his own instincts as Sehun thrusts through his fingers, kisses up the length of Minseok’s neck, but never kisses his lips because Minseok keeps his face twisted away from him.

The aftermath never fails to leave Minseok with a burning ache in his groin and a longing in his chest. Perhaps if Sehun expressed a physical desire for him without the addition of blood to stimulate him then Minseok would give in.

It takes Minseok another month to feel comfortable bringing Sehun out to hunt. He’s explained all he can about how overwhelming it might all be - the sights, sounds, smells - and he promises to stay at Sehun’s side the entire time. Their linked hands provide the leverage to pull Sehun closer toward the city. They won’t be going into it, lurking around one of the smaller neighborhoods on the outskirts instead. Minseok makes sure it’s a safe distance from the alley where he found Sehun.

Their bond allows Minseok to take in Sehun’s reactions, monitor his emotions and use his own to flood Sehun’s system if he needs to. Right now, Sehun’s eyes are bright as he stares at their surroundings, inhales the new scents that are so different from the ones he’s used to. This is all Sehun now, Minseok squeezing their hands and allowing Sehun to follow his instincts.

Vampires live to a beat no mortal can hear and Sehun is learning to navigate it. So many small, insignificant noises must be blocked - small animals in the grass, tires over asphalt, the wind through the trees. When hunting, one must find a heartbeat in the midst of it all and follow it back to the owner. Sehun finally orients on one, slipping through shadows with Minseok behind him as he traces it to a park, to a man laying peacefully on a bench.

The homeless are always a prime target; no one goes looking for them.

For a first feeding, Sehun does fairly well. The low moans he makes when he tastes pure human blood for the first time drive Minseok a little crazy and he steps around to watch the way Sehun’s pink lips are latched to the man’s neck, not a single drop spilling through. Minseok threads his fingers through Sehun’s hair, voice soft yet commanding when he tells Sehun it’s time to stop. The goal isn’t to kill, only to satiate.

With a firm grip, Minseok helps a reluctant Sehun release the gasping man and then coaches him through closing the wounds, and wiping the remaining blood away. Minseok listens to the man's heartbeat as he slumps, weak yet breathing on the bench. Once he's confident the man will live, they leave. Sehun greedily licks the blood from his fingers as Minseok tells him how well he did.

There’s a different buzz that comes with feasting on human blood, one that hits stronger and Minseok can sense it welling up inside Sehun through their bond. He hastens their steps, rushing toward their home before it becomes unmanageable. Minseok is both unsurprised and expectant when Sehun pins him to the wall in the hallway that leads to the kitchen, his momentum carrying them through the living room entirely.

Sehun tries to kiss him and Minseok turns his head, receiving a harsh bite just under his ear for it. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?” Sehun groans, lips hot on the shell of Minseok’s ear. “Why won’t you ever fuck me?”

The way Sehun wedges himself between Minseok’s thighs, his hands curved tight and firm around Minseok’s waist, has Minseok’s knees nearly buckling from how much he wants to answer that question by stripping Sehun down and taking taking taking until Sehun is begging for him to stop. His fingers curl in Sehun’s hair, keeping his face at a safe distance. “Ask me again when you are not lost in the blood lust.”

Sehun whines, but otherwise keeps silent, his hips pushing insistently harsh against Minseok’s as he chases the end. Minseok tries to remain still, his body thrumming with a greedy desire that slowly clouds his mind as he begins to move with Sehun, to draw him closer. Sehun raises Minseok’s leg, hooks it around his waist and Minseok’s accompanying moan to the pleasure that rushes through him is loud. Sehun doesn’t dare kiss him, but he rests his forehead on Minseok’s, staring into his eyes as he thrusts, the hard line of his cock sliding over Minseok’s through their pants.

Minseok’s been denying himself all these months and he can no longer find the will to resist Sehun.

He comes with Sehun’s name on his lips and Sehun’s fangs embedded in his shoulder as he jerks forward to ride out his own climax. When they slide to the floor, Sehun doesn’t speak and Minseok doesn’t get a chance to feel any guilt over his actions because the tenderness and adoration that seeps through their bond from Sehun chases it away.

Bathing isn’t something that was readily available even just a century ago and Minseok finds it fascinating that Sehun insists on showering daily even if there’s nothing to wash away. When Minseok mentions how people were lucky to bathe weekly or bi-weekly, Sehun’s nose wrinkles and he makes this horrifically unattractive gagging motion before pushing Minseok toward the shower.

“We've outgrown the Dark Ages,” he states, hands working to strip Minseok down. “Take advantage of the perks of this century.”

Minseok indulges only because it pleases Sehun that he goes along with it. He lets Sehun adjust the spray because Minseok still manages to blast himself with the cold water every time he does it himself. He gets a slap on his ass as he’s stepping in, but when he turns to glare at Sehun, the tricky vampire boy is gone, probably to rummage through the clothing for something that fits. They’re still living in Jongin and Kyungsoo’s clothing and Minseok would take him shopping, but he doesn’t have money and, well, there’s nothing wrong with what they have.

He washes quickly, efficiently - unlike Sehun who will stand under the spray stationary for twenty minutes even after he’s finished cleaning himself. Minseok never disturbs him though; With the water cascading over him, Sehun is at peace, relaxed and only a quiet presence in Minseok’s mind. Right now, however, Minseok detects sinister intentions. Sehun is hardly ever wound this tight, full of excitement tinged with anxiety. Minseok braces himself for the worst when he steps out of the steam-filled atmosphere of the bathroom and into the bedroom they share.

Sehun lays sprawled on the bed, beautiful against a backdrop of yellow; and he hasn't dressed, leaving him naked and open, and vulnerable to Minseok's greedy eyes. Minseok moves to the foot of the bed, staring down at Sehun as he resists the urge to indulge himself in the offering.

Sehun sits up, scooting until his knees hang over the edge, his arms wrapping around Minseok's waist. Minseok sucks in a sharp, involuntary breath as Sehun drops a soft kiss to his stomach before looking up at him, eyes dark.

"I still want you," Sehun says in a low tone. "On me, in me," he adds, arms tightening and dragging Minseok forward.

Minseok sinks to his knees, taking Sehun's face in his hands before he kisses him. The luscious swell of Sehun's lower lip fits easily between his own and Minseok sucks at it, teasing along the pink flesh as his fangs extend and scrape. Sehun moans, curls his tongue into Minseok's mouth, letting it lick lightly over his teeth teasingly before returning. Minseok gives chase, answering the call of this quick, heady addiction to Sehun's decadent taste.

Sehun slips the rest of the way off the bed, pushing at Minseok until Sehun's on his lap, arms looped around his neck as his head tilts, kissing Minseok deeper. Minseok feels Sehun's cock poking at his stomach and Sehun rocks gently, the crown rubbing up and down over his skin.

Minseok runs his hands over Sehun's plush thighs, lets them roam, memorize, map the area until he's satisfied and Sehun is whining into his mouth, demanding more. Minseok takes hold of those amazing thighs, uses his grip to lift and quickly move them from the floor to the bed. The headboard slams against the wall at the force and Sehun smiles up at him, slim fingers threading through Minseok's hair.

"Wait," Minseok orders.

Sehun lifts to his elbows to watch as Minseok speeds inhumanly fast through the room and into the bathroom, only to come back and rifle through the dresser. "What are you looking for?" Sehun asks from his position on the bed.

"Oil," Minseok answers as if it was obvious. "I am not going to take you dry."

Sehun laughs, drawing Minseok's attention. His forehead wrinkles in confusion as Sehun covers his mouth with the back of his hand, amusement playing over his features.

"What?"

"Lube," Sehun states, throwing Minseok's knowing tone back at him. "Nowadays we have lube and there's a bottle of it in the nightstand."

"It is not funny," Minseok gripes as he finds the bottle and returns to his place between Sehun's legs.

Sehun is still chuckling fondly, hooking an elbow around Minseok's neck to drag him down. "It is a little bit," he says before kissing any retort Minseok may have had right out of him.

Lube is thicker than oil, the consistency easier to spread over his fingers and then around Sehun's rim. He teases, dips the tip of his finger into Sehun only to slide it out when Sehun rocks down, his fangs out and pushing into his kiss swollen lip. Minseok swipes his tongue into Sehun's mouth as his finger breaches Sehun entirely. Sehun shudders, spreads his thighs further in invitation as Minseok works to open him up.

Minseok watches Sehun's face, intent on learning everything that makes him moan, makes him clamp down around Minseok's fingers, makes him claw at Minseok's back and demand that he fuck him now.

The body of a vampire is far more accommodating than a human's and Sehun's opens quite nicely for Minseok's slick cock. There's little resistance before he's fully sheathed inside the tight grip of Sehun's plump ass, pausing to appreciate the pleasure that threatens to drown him as Sehun rocks against him, clenching around the length of his shaft.

Sehun's legs wrap around Minseok's waist, ankles pushed to his spine so he can use the leverage to grind on Minseok's cock. Minseok is a rapt audience to Sehun's slack-jawed pleasure, the emotions that add to it racing back and forth between their bond.

Minseok begins slow, languid, using the physical connection to enhance the mental one. He bathes in how much he adores Sehun, how much Sehun wants him in return. And like with all things, Sehun’s impatience floats to the surface and Minseok appeases him with sharp snaps of his hips that threaten the integrity of the wall. Sehun is beautiful, ethereal with his spine arched off the mattress, his hair a mess and eyes glassy, dark.

Sehun looks like an offering to the Gods of old, wanton and debauched, begging for more, more, Minseok, more. He’s insatiable, taking everything Minseok gives him even as they have to move off the bed for fear of breaking it. Sehun’s fingers grip tight to the sides of the mirror in the bathroom, eyes fixated on their reflection, on the way Minseok’s cock slides into him repeatedly, rough enough to rattle his bones. Minseok admires the elongated curve of Sehun’s back, the sharp cut of his shoulder blades, the jiggle in his ass cheeks that accompanies every thrust when he buries his cock.

Abruptly, Sehun pushes his weight off from the wall, knocking Minseok back until he hits against the opposite wall. When he turns, Sehun looks wild, crazed, and he rushes off quick enough to have Minseok racing after him. He finds himself in the living room, Sehun jumping at him to wrap his legs around his waist as Minseok’s speed pins Sehun to the wall between two windows. It takes little maneuvering for Sehun to sink on Minseok’s cock, nails embedded in Minseok’s back as he fucks himself down dirty and fast.

“Can I bite you?” Sehun moans, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I need - “

Minseok tips his head in open invitation and Sehun bends to sink his fangs into his neck without faltering in his frantic rhythm of impaling himself on Minseok’s cock. The double stimulation has Minseok growling, shoving Sehun nearly flat to the surface to grind deep into him when Sehun’s blood lust starts to take hold as he bites harder.

Sehun comes with a loud moan, pulling off Minseok’s neck as blood dribbles down his chin. Minseok grips him by the hair, dragging his tongue through the mess to taste as Sehun pulses around his cock, clamping down around him deliciously tight with each wave of his climax. Minseok fucks through it, all too willing to slake his own lust in the willing vampire boy in his arms. Welcoming thighs squeeze around him, lips searching for his own. Sehun tastes like blood and Minseok sucks it off his tongue, swallows it down.

Sehun’s hands twist in the fabric of the draperies, using them to lift his weight, allowing Minseok to plunge into him quicker. Sehun’s heightened pleasure flooding through the bond into Minseok is what sends him reeling into his climax. Sehun rocks his hips, helps Minseok grind it out until there’s nothing left.

And then the draperies come crashing down.

Minseok lands on the floor, Sehun sitting on his dick with two fistfuls of heavy fabric, looking more than a little surprised, until he eventually bursts into soft laughter.

“We are going to have to work on that,” Minseok states, pulling Sehun down to wipe the rest of the blood from the corners of his mouth.

“Does that mean we can do this again?” Sehun asks hopefully, blinking innocently at him as if Minseok’s dick weren’t still lodged up his ass.

“Baby, we can do that any time you want.”

Of all the places in the world that he’s been and all the situations he’s wormed his way through mostly unscathed, this one has to be the worst. Minseok is standing in the food court of a shopping mall, watching with unfiltered disgust as people walk around in droves, talking and eating and carrying around bags full of useless, material objects. Kyungsoo is standing at Minseok’s side, admiring the view.

The only reason Minseok hasn’t bolted for safety is because somewhere in this monstrosity of a building, Sehun is being treated to clothes shopping binge, courtesy of Jongin who decided he’d had enough of his clothing being ripped to shreds every time Minseok and Sehun decided to indulge in their carnal, physical pleasures. The draperies had been an easy fix - the clothing not so much. He should have anticipated Sehun’s appetites and foregone clothing altogether, but he never knew when Kyungsoo and Jongin were going to stop by again and, call him possessive, but he didn’t want them to see Sehun naked.

Even as Minseok stands there, bemoaning his misfortune, he feels Sehun’s happiness and decides it’s worth it. Kyungsoo knows it too which is possibly why he looks so damned smug. It’s also unfair that Kyungsoo still retains his regal appearance despite being clad in jeans and a regular t-shirt that Minseok suspects is something from Jongin’s wardrobe.

“You’re happier,” Kyungsoo notes. “Healthier.”

“Patting yourself on the back with an audience now?”

Kyungsoo turns to him, linking their arms. “Are you upset with me for pushing this on you?”

“More like forced,” Minseok grumbles before sighing. “But no, I am . . . pleased.”

Kyungsoo breaks out into a bright smile that startles a nearby passing group of adolescent girls who instantly begin giggling. Minseok eyes them up and down, still wary over the amount of skin the people exposed nowadays. He remembers a time when seeing a woman’s ankles meant marriage. (Although bedroom windows had always been a quick, effective solution to that problem.)

“Sehun is the perfect little fledgling to pull your antiquated ass back into the swing of things.”

“My ass is offended.”

Kyungsoo pats Minseok’s butt softly a few times, seemingly pleased with himself. “I’m just happy it didn’t waste away.”

“You always were far more interested in asses than the average man.”

“And yet you found a boy with just as delectable an ass as yourself. Congratulations.”

“Have you been inspecting my progeny?”

“I had to make sure he was suitable. He’s going to be stuck to you for a long time.”

“If I am lucky.” Minseok sighs, peering around one more time. “Are you certain we must stay here?”

“Why? You wish to go back to the house that I so generously gifted you and find more things to break?”

If Minseok could blush, he would, but he chooses to huff out a sigh instead.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that blood stain on my bedspread.”

As if by some miracle, Jongin pops into view just then and Minseok feels relieved, right up till the moment he does not see Sehun with him. “Did something happen?” Minseok demands, eyes searching the area frantically for Sehun.

“Calm down, Sehun is fine,” Jongin assures him.

Minseok’s eyes narrow. “Then where is he?”

“Inside a fitting room. He asked me to fetch you. Something about wanting your opinion on how his ass looked in several pairs of jeans.”

There’s a tug on their bond, something that indicates Sehun’s intentions are of a sexual nature and Minseok falls prey so easily.

“Don’t break anything,” Kyungsoo sing-songs as Jongin leads Minseok to the shop where Sehun is located.

And sure enough, the moment Minseok steps into the small room - well it can’t really be called a room; it’s just three flimsy walls that don’t go up to the ceiling or floor, and a hanging cloth for a door - Sehun wraps around him, grinning. “I hear you need my opinion on your ass?”

Sehun leans in, dropping kisses all over Minseok’s mouth. “We both know my ass looks great in everything. I just wanted you.”

Sehun is going to get them banned from the mall, but Minseok is all too willing to go along for the ride for as long as it lasts.

They have an eternity, after all.