take a shot to your conscious [jonghyun/minho]
take a shot to your conscious
jonghyun/minho
551 words; r
warning: non-con
Controlling people minds, Minho finds out, is not as glamorous as it looks. Sure, he can make Kibum apologize to him in the most embarrassing way and get Taemin to do his homework. And getting Jinki to clean the mess off of both their beds is probably the best part of it.
However, when he forces Jonghyun to go into the bathroom to where Minho is and get him down onto his knees, it feels so, so wrong, but he loves the way Jonghyun’s lips engulf his cock and oh god - right there, he can’t help but keep doing it over and over.
It isn’t until he’s cleaned up and all the way back in his room where he finally stops stealing Jonghyun’s mindpower and let’s go. This was something he brought upon himself, he thinks, something he did to himself. It doesn’t hurt, he says, it doesn’t hurt at all when Jonghyun comes into their room and asks why he was on the floor of the bathroom when was sure he was watching the TV moments ago.
At night, Jonghyun has trouble sleeping and twists and turns and the horror seeps into Minho when he makes out the words. “No,” Jonghyun whispers, “I don’t want to, why won’t you listen? Stop it - I can’t, this isn’t…” He goes back into a soundless sleep until he starts talking again, the words and sounds tearing a hole open in Minho’s brain until he feels like he’s the one being taken control of. There’s another pause, and Minho finally thinks it’s over, until he sees the pile of blankets shaking. A sob breaks through the air, and Minho would then like nothing more than to turn back time and wish nothing ever happened. No matter how many times he’ll try to cover up all the holes, he can never quite beat Jonghyun’s subconscious that’s saying no to everything.
“Jonghyun,” he whispers, “are you okay?”
The sobs stop and Jonghyun pulls the cover off from over his head. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Um,” Jonghyun hesitates and turns his head to the side. “Nothing, just nightmares. You know, the usual. It’s nothing big, I’ll just go back to sleep and- ”
“You’re crying,” Minho frowns. “Come here.”
“No,” Jonghyun sighs. “It’s fine, really, don’t worry about it.”
Come here, Minho commands and he sees the sudden stiffness in Jonghyun’s body as he slowly throws the comforters off of him and makes his way over to Minho’s bed. He sits on his bed on his knees and Minho grabs his arm and drags him closer, slipping his hand to the back of Jonghyun’s neck. His face glows in the moonlight with his hair disheveled and cheeks wet with tear stains. He looks nothing short but ethereal and Minho lightly drags his fingers down the side of Jonghyun’s face where they reach the collar of his shirt, fisting them and bringing their mouths together. Jonghyun makes a high pitched keening sound from the back of his throat and kisses back hungrily. Minho slides his tongue into Jonghyun’s mouth, hot and insistent as Jonghyun presses them together in all the right areas. He drinks it all up, hands scraping across Jonghyun’s back and up his shirt. All he thinks is more, more and Jonghyun gives him just that.
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i'm not quite sure if this is finished or not. considering expanding it, but in case i never do, you guys can have this ): also maybe this will give me motivation to expand on it. so it's a half wip?
jonghyun/minho
551 words; r
warning: non-con
Controlling people minds, Minho finds out, is not as glamorous as it looks. Sure, he can make Kibum apologize to him in the most embarrassing way and get Taemin to do his homework. And getting Jinki to clean the mess off of both their beds is probably the best part of it.
However, when he forces Jonghyun to go into the bathroom to where Minho is and get him down onto his knees, it feels so, so wrong, but he loves the way Jonghyun’s lips engulf his cock and oh god - right there, he can’t help but keep doing it over and over.
It isn’t until he’s cleaned up and all the way back in his room where he finally stops stealing Jonghyun’s mindpower and let’s go. This was something he brought upon himself, he thinks, something he did to himself. It doesn’t hurt, he says, it doesn’t hurt at all when Jonghyun comes into their room and asks why he was on the floor of the bathroom when was sure he was watching the TV moments ago.
At night, Jonghyun has trouble sleeping and twists and turns and the horror seeps into Minho when he makes out the words. “No,” Jonghyun whispers, “I don’t want to, why won’t you listen? Stop it - I can’t, this isn’t…” He goes back into a soundless sleep until he starts talking again, the words and sounds tearing a hole open in Minho’s brain until he feels like he’s the one being taken control of. There’s another pause, and Minho finally thinks it’s over, until he sees the pile of blankets shaking. A sob breaks through the air, and Minho would then like nothing more than to turn back time and wish nothing ever happened. No matter how many times he’ll try to cover up all the holes, he can never quite beat Jonghyun’s subconscious that’s saying no to everything.
“Jonghyun,” he whispers, “are you okay?”
The sobs stop and Jonghyun pulls the cover off from over his head. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Um,” Jonghyun hesitates and turns his head to the side. “Nothing, just nightmares. You know, the usual. It’s nothing big, I’ll just go back to sleep and- ”
“You’re crying,” Minho frowns. “Come here.”
“No,” Jonghyun sighs. “It’s fine, really, don’t worry about it.”
Come here, Minho commands and he sees the sudden stiffness in Jonghyun’s body as he slowly throws the comforters off of him and makes his way over to Minho’s bed. He sits on his bed on his knees and Minho grabs his arm and drags him closer, slipping his hand to the back of Jonghyun’s neck. His face glows in the moonlight with his hair disheveled and cheeks wet with tear stains. He looks nothing short but ethereal and Minho lightly drags his fingers down the side of Jonghyun’s face where they reach the collar of his shirt, fisting them and bringing their mouths together. Jonghyun makes a high pitched keening sound from the back of his throat and kisses back hungrily. Minho slides his tongue into Jonghyun’s mouth, hot and insistent as Jonghyun presses them together in all the right areas. He drinks it all up, hands scraping across Jonghyun’s back and up his shirt. All he thinks is more, more and Jonghyun gives him just that.
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i'm not quite sure if this is finished or not. considering expanding it, but in case i never do, you guys can have this ): also maybe this will give me motivation to expand on it. so it's a half wip?