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Lee Minhyuk 23||Master {Dominance}✛{Public}✛{Tease}✛{Master} Single~Bi closed rp

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

"But I didn’t drown!" Whatever, apparently Minhyuk didn’t want to listen to him anyway. "And I’m only short, I’m not that small! I swear!" Okay so he wasn’t stick thin, he prided himself on his waist and leg strength! Even if he was kept inside didn’t mean it made him unable to dance. His brother had originally taught him and he continued along like it was nothing, he just had no arm strength. Though because of the air conditioner he found himself continuously clinging onto the other and shivering, he was at least grateful the other could let him borrow some clothes.

"Can I have a towel too, please?" He needed to dry off, he was still dripping water everywhere; Minhyuk was too. As he scanned the clothes, he cringed at what he saw. He didn’t even know what to pick. “Uh, you can just dress me in whatever. I’ll wash it and return it to you as soon as possible, I promise!”

[a-minhyuk-lust]

"Yeah, I'll grab one for you." Minhyuk walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel before returning to Shin. he took the towel and started to dry Shin's hair for him, while staring into his closet and deciding what would look good on Shin. As expected, his closet was extensive and it took him a moment.

"Well," Minhyuk started as he dropped the towel to Shin's shoudlers and stepped up to the clothes, "First and foremost you need pants. Or shorts since it's pretty warm. I think these would look great on you." Picking out a pair of dark wash denim to hug Shin's legs. He then grabbed a tank and handed it to the pet. "Light grey, a little loose." Handing off the wide necked shirt to Shin, Minhyuk paused. "Do you want a pair of boxers or are you going to go commando for now?" To be honest, Minhyuk wasn't shirt what he preferred.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

As he pathetically attempted to swim, Minhyuk dove right in near him and suddenly arms were right around him. He wanted to die of embarrassment right then and there because he had someone actually yell obnoxiously about how he was going to be saved as well as being treated like a gentle object. It was just water! Though that didn’t stop him him clinging onto the other, keeping his arms around Minhyuk’s neck so make sure he didn’t head back into the water. He was just about to try and get onto the stairs when he realized Minhyuk was still… carrying him….

"I-I am but can’t you put me down? I can still walk even though I slipped." The cold air hit and suddenly Shin was feeling a lot colder than usual. Shivering, he stayed in the others arms even if he didn’t want to; maybe this would just work out for him. "I am glad that you were here but I was okay, it just surprised me…" It wasn’t like he was completely inept at swimming, he just wasn’t very good! 

[a-minhyuk-lust]

"Well, last time I let you walk on your own you fell into the pool and almost drowned. I'm not about to take that risk again," Minhyuk said, grin creeping up on his face, "Not just as we started to become good friends! Nothing says friendship like saving a life." For emphasis, Minhyuk held on to the pet tighter, sending those who were staring a smug smile. He definitely felt like the big hero of the day. Besides, he could feel Shin shivering in his arms. Minhyuk wasn't going let him go cold. Especially as the two entered the cool, air conditioned building.

"So, since I don't know where your dorm is, I'll just take you up to my room. You can borrow some of my clothes too," Minhyuk said, "It will be adorable I swear. Especially since you're pretty small." Carely, Minhyuk toted the pet up to him room. "You can go ahead and pick out anything you want too." Minhyuk carried Shin over to the closet. "I have a lot of comfortable clothes to choose from."

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

When he suddenly heard someone coming up behind him, Shin was a bit worried. Who was coming after him? What if they were going to throw him in the pool? Suddenly he turned around and saw Minhyuk and immediately he furrowed his brows. And stop reading? But he liked to read (just not his textbooks about sex, that was awkward). “I, uh, I like reading though. Can’t we be friends while I read or something?” Shin questioned just as he spun back forwads and started walking.

Unfortunately, that didn’t work out for him because he suddenly slipped on the wet tile and found himself falling straight into the pool. As he resurfaced, he was shocked beyond belief. How did he…?! Gasping and coughing, Shin glanced up at Minhyuk with a cute but terrified look on his face as he was clearly unsure of what he do. Weakly, he doggy-paddled forwards in hopes of getting to the edge of the pool to maybe survive. Maybe.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

"Well, I mean, you can't read while we're like hanging out and stuff. I mean that's just rude. Also, why stare at a book when you can stare at me?" However, it didn't matter what Minhyuk said then because Shin looked too distracted falling into the pool. Minhyuk panicked and luckily Shin resurfaced and Minhyuk would have commented on how cute his expression looked if he wasn't afraid of the boy drowning. And, goodness, the boy could barely doggie paddle! It was Minhyuk's time to shine.

"Oh god. Don't worry Shin," Minhyuk said in his most heroic voice, "Minhyuk will save you!" Minhyuk pulled his (unbuttoned) shirt off and left it at the edge of the pool before he dove in. He was quick to wrap an arm around Shin's waist. "See? I've got you!" Minhyuk pulled the other along keeping him safe out of the water and finally reached the shallow end. However, Minhyuk didn't release his grip and instead stood up and picked Shin up like a princess. "Aren't you glad I was here to save you?"

[k-idolabs]

[a-minhyuk-lust]

happiness by the bottle ϟ minhyuk&myungsoo

[ex-myungsoo-lust-deactivated201]

The pivotal part of finishing off the bottle was when all of his thoughts became blank; dulled and drunk. That was the point of no return for Myungsoo, the marker of what he was seeking when he had that bottle to his lips and he was attempting to inhale instead of swallow. A last memory was a door that his hand was clutching to in desperation more than pushing open. Faded, hazy. A brief moment that simply ended abruptly, leaving nothing but that emptiness that came when he blinked and ended up somewhere else. This time his eyes lulled opened as if heavy anchor were tied to them. Whatever was tapping on his head felt like it was coming from another side of a glass tank full of water. Still, his eyes fell closed again until something firmer met his skin and he was struck roughly back into the moment. Those few moments felt far more like an hour of sleep was tucked in the middle.

One of his hands rose to find his cheek—in his state, it was less touching lightly and more that his hand got to heavy and fell on his face. Three dulled blinks as he slowly rose, attention drawn more to where he was than to the figure that was by him. His back ached with a pain he couldn’t distinguish and his head felt like someone had filled it full of water. Finally his eyes found the person, mostly because he had questions that he didn’t have answers for. How he got where he was? Where he was? Why he felt so damn terrible? But none of that came out, instead he groaned and rubbed his face in a sluggish manner. He slowly fell forward again, slumping back on the desk and letting his gaze focus on a small string in the sleeve of his shirt.

"Do you know where I am…?" He asked the string first, before his eyes ran over his arm to find the figure again; he couldn’t even point out whether they were a guy or a girl. They could have been either in his state. A loud yawn was pressed into his arm, his face becoming hidden in the warmth of his arm and he realized that arms made nice pillows. His head raising until he managed to settled it on his own. "I don’t know where I am…" Myungsoo reasoned out loud, his fingers pointing although at nothing in particular; it just pointed. One, and two shudders before his hand fell loose again. "I think thats a bad sign…"

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Minhyuk, unimpressed, crossed his arms in front of his chest, one hand raising to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Oh my god, it's like stumbling across myself 2 years ago.” Minhyuk opened his eyes again, looking at the student. And wow, it hit him that that's what he very often looked like not too long ago. He swalloed the lump in his throat, wondering if he really looked so pathetic and unresponsive. “Not that you are really understanding a damn word I'm saying, are you?”

Then the other boy stirred and began to mumble something inaudible and incoherent. Minhyuk had to lean down towards the boy's face in order to barely hear the next couple sentences tumbling from his mouth. “It is a bad sign indeed, my friend. I have got to say I've seen a lot of guys like you and you're in pretty sorry shape.” And Minhyuk couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. He spoke in a gentle tone, not rude or judgmental as he might normally. Minhyuk was arrogant, but he wasn't a hypocrite. Whatever the reason this guy had for getting so smashed he didn't even know where he was wasn't really any of Minhyuk's concern or even business at the moment.

“Alright, I hope you can understand me,” the master continued in a slow and clear voice, “You're in the school buildings. In one of the classrooms. My name is Minhyuk and you're lucky I found you here as opposed to a teacher.” Minhyuk had a few important questions (mostly of the “make sure he doesn't need a doctor” variety, but he wasn't going to get anywhere with the guy slumped over a desk. “Alright, I'm gonna try and sit you up now, alright?”

Minhyuk slipped one hand across the boy's chest and the other on his back and slowly pulled him up to sitting (or really, leaning against the back of the chair). “If you vomit, lean forward so you don't choke. Also lean forward away from my feet if you can.” How much of this was actually getting through to the guy? Minhyuk didn't know. He decided he needed some more direct communication. “Can you tell me how you're feeling right now? Any nausea, dizziness, blurry vision?”

[amarklust]

locked : minhyuk x mark

[amarklust]

Mark could only squint his eyes, mockingly. “You sure about that?” He then questioned, mostly so, he could have the last word before a helpless chuckle fell from his lips. “And by the looks of things, that someone of yours might have to wait a little longer.” He had then replied with a hint of cheekiness. Though, when the other repeated his words about being locked in, Mark took the moment to blink. He had completely ignored Minhyuk’s expression, plastering his own one of distraught before deciding to then handle the situation in a more calm-like approach— the redhead began to pound his fists on the wooden door. Cursing everytime he did so, but luck was obviously not on his side and as nothing more than the heavy beats of the next song became his answer, Mark gave up to look at the other.

His eyes watched as the male stretched his arms out and helplessly snorted. “Please. I think I can blow you away with my breath.” Mark answered sarcastically, not truly wanting to admit anything yet before the other finally turned serious.

"No. Sorry I was too busy washing my shirt to notice such things." He replied, though, it was pretty much an honest answer and as he kept his view on the other, who was now getting comfortable, Mark couldn’t help but to scoff in disbelief. "You’re giving up already? And no, unfortunately for us, I wasn’t trained and specialized in fixing up cheap doors. Now—" His comment was eventually cut off as the other spoke again and the redheads gaze was kept on the male, watching the self-observation. "I—" He paused once he remembered his current situation and he could feel his embarrassment settle in. "Funny. I got beer spilled all over me. It was stinky and nasty and I wanted to wash it off.” Mark explained the best he could before sighing, a sign of his defeat. “You can call me Mark.”

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Minhyuk let out a playful laugh and joked, “Oh I don't think you'll be blowing me away any time soon there,” with a wink, “You're free to try, however. It looks like we'll be here a while.” Minhyuk was gathering the idea that the other was significantly much more sober than he, and therefore a bit more serious. Not that Minhyuk was in any mood to care.

“Washing your shir- Ohhh. Okay.” Minhyun shrugged. “I'm not 'giving up' necessarily. But if you don't know how to get out of here, and I don't know how to get out of here, then we might as well get comfortable, you know? I mean, those shoes were absolutely killing me. They're pretty great looking though, right?” Minhyuk then took the chance to look Mark up and down again, shaking his head sadly. The poor thing's shirt was now soaked, and probably just smelled a little less like cheap beer and little more like watered-down cheap beer. “That sucks, man. Though you probably could have just taken the shirt off entirely down there. Don't think anyone else would have minded, honestly.”

“Minhyuk,” he finally introduced himself, “Mark did you say? Nice name. Foreigner?” Minhyuk started fiddling with the doorknob, tossing it up and catching it again. “Youknow, it really sucks that we're not on the first floor. We could have just climbed out the window and told some crazy story to everyone else.” Minhyuk paused for a moment, and looked at the window. He then looked back and Mark with a smirk slowing growing on his face. “Then again, you could always climb out the window, jump down, and then if you stand up uninjured I'll know it's safe for me to go down too. If you don't get up, I'll call you an ambulance and just wait here for someone to come find me. Maybe a cute EMT or something.”

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

Personal reasons, that made sense. “You should, if you love it so much.” He replied softly after listening to the other. It was nice to learn about the other but the pet wanted to continue doing other things. His reading time had been originally interrupted after all. With a sigh, Shin decided that maybe heading back to his dorm room would be the best, the heat was getting to him and he thought Minhyuk would actually be a really nice person to talk to, for a Master. Well, as long as this guy wasn’t going to take him and shove him in a closet, they could be friends.

"I’d hate to leave but I’m going to go back to my dorm and finish up my reading. It was nice to talk to you." Shin said, as gently as possible as he grabbed his book and decided that the fastest way back to his little home would be through the pool area. He would just have to be careful of the floors as he was currently barefoot at the moment. After he politely bowed, Shin began his walk back to his place, unaware that he had practically shut down Minhyuk’s favourite topic: himself. And he certainly didn’t hear the other coming after him as he entered into the pool area and walked along the cool, wet tiles.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Minhyuk was taken aback when Shin started to say goodbye and pack up his things. How dare he walk away when Minhyuk was not finished talking about himself. "Hey. Hey wait a minute," Minhyuk said, standing up and following the pet, "We weren't done talking about me!" Lee Minhyuk was above pouting, he swears. So he scowled instead as he chased the pet to the pool.

Minhyuk followed behind Shin, not bothering to actually care whether or not Shin really wanted to listen to Minhyuk. "But anyway," he continued, "I think you should really stop reading like some kind of nerd because you are really too cute to be some kind of nerd. In fact I'd say you're just cute enough to hang around with me. Wanna go get a coffee or something? We could be friends!" 

[a-minhyuk-lust]

happiness by the bottle ϟ minhyuk&myungsoo

The hallways were empty and the school building was nearly silent. There was free range to wander the school at this time but the only people around were studying or sleeping slumped over desks. For a school dedicated entirely to sex, it could be hard and exhausting work sometimes. Minhyuk himself had been a part of both groups before fully awaking from his drowse and deciding he should head back to his dorms. It was fairly late after all and Minhyuk fancied himself a snack. He just needed to grab his bag from the 'Tease' classroom where he left it. He wasn't surprised to see someone else already in the room, practically faceplanted into a desk. In fact, he thought nothing of it as he went for his bag.

However, as Minhyuk reached for his bag, he realized the person wasn't simply sleeping. The faint smell of alcohol was enough to give it away. Minhyuk scoffed and slung his bag over his shoulder. Some drunk ass in a classroom was none of his business. Turning on his heel and leaving would be the best for this poor bastard (or at least best for Minhyuk) Right?

Glancing back, Minhyuk looked at the passed-out student. He thought about when he had been stuck in situations like that. Out of his mind hammered, unable to even stand up. “Ah shit.” He thought about all the people who helped his sorry little butt stumble back into his apartment and back to bed. Groaning, Minhyuk walked up to the student. “Hey. Hey you. Drunk guy.” Minhyuk tapped him on the head. “You need to get up now. No use sleeping in a classroom. You'll mess up your back and vomit on some poor guy's desk.” This time Minhyuk lightly slapped him on the cheek. Not hard, but hopefully enough to bring him back around. “Can you even hear me now?” It was apparent Minhyuk had never been on this end of the conversation before. He bitterly wondered if the student drank for fun or to drown.

[amarklust]

locked : minhyuk x mark

[amarklust]

Ignoring the pain that crept his side from pressing his waist too harshly against the counter, Mark kept his fingers rubbing against the impossible stain. Nothing but breathless curses slipping his parted lips as the redhead could only ponder about the things he could have been doing right at this current moment. But of course not, he had to be stuck at a party with an empty stomach filled with only booze and a cloud of bad luck hovering over his head. Oh, how he was going to murder his friends. Though, as a sudden noise grabbed his attention, Mark exhaled an exhausted breath, yet his gaze still focused on his task.

"Look—" he spoke up before the the other had the chance to, "im not interested in whatevers under your clothes." Though, his voice faded when the words of the stranger finally settled in and—. "Wait, what?!" He questioned, clearly wanting the assurance that the other was playing some lousy joke because really, getting stuck in a room at a stranger’s party because the doorknob broke was nothing more than a movie cliche and dropping his shirt back over his stomach, he reached over to shut the tap off. Mark, though, ignored the heavy shudder that ran up his back at the feeling of damp wetness press against his once warm skin, before finally turning around to meet the others gaze.

He then shook his head at the question, his eyebrows furrowing in an attempt to understand their current situation. “I’m not the owner, but, I’ll go ahead and assume that you don’t know how to work a door knob properly,” Mark questioned, completely sarcastically. He ignored the custom of being nice on a first meeting, there was no use in trying to get along, the redhead stubbornly believe. “That — or you have some raging strength,” Mark then mumbled, not wanting to give the other a compliment before shaking his head.  

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Great. Now Minhyuk was stuck in a stranger's bedroom with some random guy who was rude, dumb, or both. "I'm not interested in you getting to see me naked. I already have someone downstairs for that, actually."

"I said the doorknob is broken," Minhyuk shook the doorknob for emphasis, and annoyed and sarcastic expression on his face. It was not the time for niceties. Scoffing at the accusation, Minhyuk through the hunk of metal on the bed and shook his head. "I can work a doorknob just fine, thank you very much, mister."  Not so subtly, Minhyuk smirked and linked his finger together and stretched his arms in front of his body, "Can't say it wasn't my, what did you say? Something about strength?" Relaxing his shoulders, Minhyuk let out a huff. "In all seriousness, however, I think the knob was already broken. The door was slightly ajar when I walked in. Was it like that for you too?"

"Well, anyway," Minhyuk sat on the bed figuring he should be comfortable while they worked out their current predicament, "I don't suppose you know how to fix doors, do you?" He finally took a moment to assess the other's appearance, eyebrows immediately knitting as he did. And really, he couldn't help but snort. "Okay, not that I can assume you know how to do anything, really, if you can't seem to shower properly. You realize you're supposed to take your clothes off first, right? They actually make machines that wash your clothes entirely separately." Carelessly with his feet, Minhyuk popped his shoes off. They were really nice and really expensive, but they pinched his toes. "Who are you, anyway?"

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Hey look I made some open plots

(I'll keep updating this page but here's four for now message me or reply to this post if interested <3)

[k-idolabs]

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

Shin listened quietly, soaking up every word that Minhyuk said. If he really enjoyed modeling, why was he here? Was he on break, or did he leave the industry? But if you loved your job so much, why would you leave? The motion confused the other and he was unsure of what to say at this point. What if he offended the other? Maybe he had to leave for personal reasons? There were so many options but he was tempted to ask, of course. Maybe he could, just be polite about it?

"Uh, sir?" It felt weird to call him that, almost as if Minhyuk was his Master or something, "If you loved your job so much, why didn’t you stay in it? If it was so awesome for you and everything, it just doesn’t make any sense as to why you would leave unless you wanted to try something new." Shin was possibly ranting to himself but at this point he didn’t care at all. If anything, he was just curious about the other since he was so boring. All he ever did was stay inside and watch his friends grow up- that was it. At least Minhyuk had an interesting life.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Minhyuk was lost in his reminiscing, he hardly thought about the inevitable question Shin had asked him. First, he let a laugh fall from his lips, "You know, I really was joking about the 'sir' thing. You can call me Minhyuk for now." He then shook his head and shrugged, taking a sip of water. "This conversation got really personal really fast, you know that?" Then a sigh.

"But, you seem like a nice kid, I'll tell you anyway." No he wouldn't. Minhyuk had prepared for this. There was one thing Minhyuk was fine not being totally honest about, and that was the fall of his career. And it wasn't like he was going to straight up lie-- just a lie of omission. It wasn't the same thing. "It was personal reasons, yeah. Jobs get harder to find as you get older, and I guess they wanted fresh faces. It sucked but that's modelling. So, with that, my contract ended with my agency and I came here hoping to find something more. Maybe something more permanent." Minhyuk shrugged, "I might go back for a while after school though." Hopefully this will count as rehab.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

Shin shrugged softly, he didn’t really miss reading such magazines since he never got to read them in the first place! “I don’t really think I’ve been deprived—” Vogue? What a silly name for a magazine. Shin yawned softly, covering his mouth with his hand as he listened to the other talk about himself. Modeling seemed really cool but his parents would have cut off his feet and hands if he did something that crazy (okay maybe not but still!). He hadn’t met someone who was so into fashion, it was so weird but kind of interesting too. Shin licked his lips as he blinked his eyes and glanced at the pool.

"That’s really cool, was it difficult being a model? You probably have to have the face for it, right?" Of course you’d have to be picked if you were pretty enough and had a good body. Minhyuk was in shape, like Donghae was, so he wasn’t really shocked by learning that the Master had abs and such. “My parents would have freaked if I modeled or did anything like that. They’re always saying that models just live off of coffee, alcohol and cigarettes.”

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Minhyuk chuckled, happy to see the other engaging in conversation with it. "It got difficult, yeah. But it really was worth it. I had a lot of fun doing my job. Of course, I would have loved a runway gig, but I was too short. Luckily-- and you're right about having to have the looks-- I was good-looking enough for magazines and advertisements and things like that."It was nice to talk about his job like this again, even if it had been awhile since anyone would want to hire him. Luckily, if this kid was shielded from magazines, he would never recognize Minhyuk from the tabloids either.

"Now, that's not true," Minhyuk clicked his tongue and pretended that Shin's parents words didn't strike a nerve with him, "You can't believe all the stereotypes. We live off a healthy amount of sex too." Minhyuk kept up a smile, crossing his legs, "It was a good life, though. It's too much for some people but I really liked it. Can't blame your parents for not wanting you to get involved, though. It's not all pretty make-up and pretty people, you know?"

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

All right, scratch calling Minhyuk sir from now on. His cheeks went pink and he hoped the other wasn’t watching him too much. He pursed his thick lips together, unsure of what else he could say. Maybe he’d just call Minhyuk ‘sir’ as a joke, or something like that. Though as the other kept talking Shin found himself glancing from side to side, unsure of how to react. Was he giving a monologue? Why was he talking so much and why was he acting as if he was some sort of celebrity who was waiting for applause? Even if he had been one, Shin had no idea to react, he had never even met someone famous before.

"I, uh, have no idea what you’re talking about? You used to be in magazines?" That was actually really cool! "My parents didn’t let me read that kind of stuff when I was back at home but it’s cool that you used to model!" Shin replied as he moved his sunglasses up to rest on the top of his  forehead as he blinked his large almond eyes at the other. He finally offered the Master a small smile as he folded the corner of his page and put his book down next to him. This guy seemed really weird but if he was a model, that was pretty interesting!

[a-minhyuk-lust]

"Yeah, I was," Minhyuk smiled proudly. "Wait, wait. you weren't allowed to read fashion magazines?" Minhyuk's mouth fell agape, and a hand flew to his chest as he immediately sat up. "Oh no nono, you poor thing. You have been deprived of Vogue!" It was the strangest thing Minhyuk had heard, especially being someone who practically grew up in the fashion industry. How could one not be allowed to experience that? (Well, maybe Minhyuk was a living example of why one should not be allowed to experience that).

Regaining his cool again, Minhyuk relaxed his hand and his face into a more handsome position and expression. "But I mean, yeah, I used to model. Started when I was teen, actually. I don't mean to brag," (yes he did), "but I was pretty popular in my day. Even more handsome than I am now, if you can believe that. I can even show you sometime if you'd like. All my favorite shoots, designers, photographers..." Minhyuk smiled, "And yes, I can even show you what "Vogue" is.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

[a-shin-lust]

It was so hot, how could it be this warm? Shin was practically melting in the short sleeved collared shirt he was wear. The white shorts weren’t helping either- he had avoided dressing in any colour to just make sure he didn’t get cooked by the sun but it still felt terrible. At least the breeze made everything manageable; barely. With a groan, he adjusted his sunglasses and attempted to focus on reading his book as best as he could. He wasn’t even paying attention to the other people, if anything he was just minding his own business. He didn’t expect someone to sit next to him but he decided to say nothing to the other. His badge was on his shirt, it was obvious he was a pet so what else could they talk about? 

When this person commented on the weather, he paused and bookmarked his page with his finger. A-And adorable?! Shin turned his head, staring at the hand that was given to him and he gently shook it, making sure his other hand kept his page. “I-I’m Shin, uh, sir?” The pet replied though when the other winked at him he was glad he was at least wearing sunglasses. His eyes darted to the badge he wore and became a bit more nervous. “Wait, that was a joke right? Or do you want me to actually call you sir?”

[a-minhyuk-lust]

The little pet actually stuttered when addressing Minhyuk. It took strength for Minhyuk to keep a straight face then. "Shin? Just Shin?" Minhyuk chuckled," Well alright then, Shin." He then watched Shin's gaze fall to the badge on his shirt and smirked at the question that followed. "Well, I did intend it as a joke, yes. But I have to say, it sounds really hot when you call me 'sir'. I'd use it carefully if you know what I mean." WIth a little sigh, Minhyuk sat up in his chair and took his shirt completely off and through it over the back of his chair.

"You know, I just put it on because it's so cool inside, especially right out of the pool, but it's such a hot day." Clearly, Minhyuk could not care less that Shin was in the middle of readin something and continued to talk. He was far more interesting and far more important than a book anyway. "it's a nice bonus for you though, isn't it? Seeing my glorious and perfect body out on a display. A treat, really." For emphasis, Minhyuk leaned back in his chair, chest puffed out. "Is it better seeing it in person than in a magazine or on a billboard?" Minhyuk wondered if the pet even read fashion magazines.

[amarklust]

locked : minhyuk x mark

An essay of fouled language slipped passed parted lips, catching the eyes of many. Yet, Mark didn’t have the patience to care. His shoulders roughly bumping past the crowded place in a haste to get to the nearest washroom as the feeling of his drenched shirt pressed uncomfortably to his skin. It was bad enough he happened to wear his favourite white shirt, the fabric now see through and exposing a certain fraction of his stomach but the dreadful stench of beer had constantly surrounded him.

Reminding him of his horrible luck.

All he wanted to do now was go home and snuggle with his blankets, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen and as the second washroom he found was occupied with some lousy cocaine addicts, Mark stifled a groan. He was too exhausted to do much more and stomped his way into the masters bedroom. Surely enough, people wouldn’t find their way there. It was like an unspoken law at house parties, never go into the masters bedroom. But, Mark was different. This was an urgency. He had beer dripping down his sides.

And thankfully enough, he was right. The place was empty, which meant so was the washroom and as he slipped into the larger bathroom, a sigh of relief escaped his throat. There was no one there, which meant he wouldn’t be distracted by hornballs or freaks and that was truly all he needed to be satisfied.

Running the tap and adjusting it to the proper temperature, Mark lightly ran his fingers under the stream of water. His hips were pressed tight against the counter and he leaned over to get some of his shirt under the tap. Alternating his positions a few times in order to properly cleanse his shirt. It wasn’t a great idea, he was going to be left with a wet shirt, but if it meant the smell of beer would be gone, Mark couldn’t seem to mind too much.

[a-minhyuk-lust]

Minhyuk was all too familiar with house parties. Though the one he was attending now had more brands of cheap beer than it did supermodels, unlike his past experience, but Minhyuk couldn't be picky. And, after all, after a couple of those cheap drinks he really didn't care about being picky. He was buzzed, flirting with some beautiful girl on a loveseat, back in a situation that was familiar to him. Maybe it was too soon to fall back into old habits, but Minhyuk figured it would be fine as long as he was careful. Who said he couldn't at least enjoy himself every once in a while? He'd be fine as long as he did nothing stupid.

“Would you excuse me for just a moment beautiful? I'll be right back, I promise.” Minhyuk knew he had a good chance of going home with this girl, so he needed a minute to touch up and make sure that he didn't disappoint once the two got into brighter light (not that Minhyuk thought he could ever disappoint, but he always liked to put his best foot forward). He quickly made his way to the master bedroom, figuring that would be the cleanest, nicest, as well as emptiest bathroom. He shut the door behind him as he entered, only to have the doorknob pull off in his hand and drop to the floor. “Oh shit. Oh shit, fuck.” Minhyuk cursed under his breath trying to put the doorknob back on, only to realize he was not alone

Turning around, Minhyuk faced the other boy, trying to keep a cool emotionless face. “Oh, hello there. Are you the owner of this room? It would be great if you were because you see--” Minhyuk held up the doorknob, “The door is broken and if it isn't yours we would otherwise be trapped in some stranger's bedroom for the night. I don't think either of us want that.”

[a-minhyuk-lust]

We Are Gonna Be Friends || Minhyuk&Shin

Wet hair stuck to Minhyuk's face as he dropped a towel in the hamper by the pool and headed back into the main dormitory building. The air-conditioned dorm was much colder than the warm pool. The sudden temperature change had Minhyuk reaching for his button up shirt (though he left it unbuttoned), "Master" badge proudly pinned to his chest. It was a typical hot summer day perfect for swimming and lounging around (as Minhyuk tended to do these days). He fond himself wandering to the kitchen to grab a healthy snack (an apple-- he still had to keep to his figure of course) and a bottle of water. He then left to out to the patio and enjoy some fresh air.

Minhyuk sat himself on one of the comfier chairs, next to another person he had never met before. He ran his fingers through damp hair, letting it be pushed back. "Gorgeous day, isn't it?" he started, then took a long drawl of water, "even if it is a bit hot." Minhyuk then bothered to look over to whom he was sitting next to. His eyes raked slowly over the other before settling on the badge that declared he was talking to a pet, and then back up to the stranger's face. He determined him and the other were roughly the same height, but the pet looked to be a bit smaller than Minhyuk. "Oh. Well aren't you an adorable one?" Minhyuk extended a hand, "Lee Minhyuk. But you're welcome to address me as 'sir'." His tone was playful, almost joking, and he winked at the small pet before biting into his apple.