Work Text:
The first high-pitched scream came directly from the bathroom.
Minho nearly dropped his phone.
“What happened, jagi?” he called, already heading toward the door.
“I FOUND A COCKROACH!”
The panic in Jisung’s voice was immediate and genuine. Minho pushed the bathroom door open and found him standing on top of the closed toilet lid, pointing dramatically toward the shower booth.
Sure enough, a cockroach was crawling along the glass.
Then Minho spotted a second one.
“Nope.”
“NOPE?” Jisung echoed. “What do you mean nope?”
“I mean absolutely not.”
“Minho!”
“Jagi, I’m not touching that.”
The bugs moved.
Both of them flinched.
Jisung looked ready to cry.
“Please get rid of them.”
“How?” Minho demanded. “Do I look like an exterminator?”
“You’re braver than me!”
“That’s not saying much.”
The second cockroach suddenly disappeared behind a bottle of shampoo.
“Oh, this is just great,” Minho said immediately with a deep sigh.
“MINHO.”
“Do we have a flamethrower?”
Jisung rolled his eyes.
“Stop joking and do something.”
The missing cockroach chose that moment to reappear and begin making its escape toward the bathroom door.
Both men yelled.
“Oh, I am absolutely not touching that thing.”
“DO SOMETHING!”
Minho looked around frantically for anything he could use.
“Where are the gloves?”
“Under the sink.”
“Richard wouldn’t even eat these,” Minho muttered as he dug through the cabinet.
Jisung made a distressed noise.
“Please hurry.”
One cockroach disappeared behind the trash can.
The other was halfway across the floor.
“Minho!”
“I'm trying!”
“I’ll do anything later, just hurry up and get rid of them!”
Minho paused.
Slowly, he looked over his shoulder.
“Anything?”
Jisung nodded immediately.
“Yes. Anything. Just hurry before they run away.”
“Keep that promise.”
“Yes.”
“Anything?”
“Yes!”
Minho grinned.
“Okay.”
Five minutes later, wearing both rubber gloves and disposable sanitary gloves layered together, Minho armed himself with a paper towel and enough determination to survive the ordeal.
The process involved a lot of shouting.
And several creative insults directed toward the cockroaches.
Jisung laughed so hard he nearly fell off the toilet.
“Stop laughing and help me emotionally!”
“You’re doing great, baby!”
“That’s easy for you to say!”
Eventually, somehow, Minho trapped both cockroaches and practically launched them out the bathroom window before they had the chance to escape the momentary containment.
The moment they were gone, he ripped his gloves off and discarded them in the bin.
“Disinfectant.”
“What?”
“Disinfectant. Bleach. Something. Anything.”
Jisung immediately jumped into action. Together they scrubbed every surface the cockroaches might have touched.
The shower booth.
The floor.
The windowsill.
The sink.
By the time they finished, the bathroom smelled overwhelmingly clean, the kind of clean that would have earned Chan's approval immediately.
Minho leaned against the counter with a sigh, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm.
Across from him, Jisung shoved the bleach spray back under the sink and closed the cabinet door with a tired groan.
The crisis was over.
The apartment was cockroach-free.
Neither of them had died of a heart attack.
A successful evening, all things considered.
Jisung straightened and stretched. “Well,” he said, sounding thoroughly drained, “I never want to do that again.”
“Agreed.”
For a moment, they simply stood there enjoying the relief that came with knowing the bathroom was safe again.
Then Minho's lips slowly curved as he pushed himself off the counter.
“You remember what you said right before I bravely sacrificed myself for this household?”
“You mean when you spent ten minutes screaming at a bug?”
“I was protecting us.”
“You were yelling louder than I was.”
“I was under extreme emotional distress.”
Jisung laughed again while Minho stopped directly in front of him, close enough that Jisung could see the lingering adrenaline still hiding beneath his smug expression.
“Well?” Jisung asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Name your reward, hero.”
Minho didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he reached out and hooked two fingers into the waistband of Jisung's sweatpants, tugging him forward just enough to erase the remaining distance between them.
When he finally spoke, his voice had lost most of its teasing edge.
“I want you to fuck me tonight.”
The amusement on Jisung's face softened into something warmer.
“Yeah?”
Minho held his gaze.
“Most of the time I’m the one taking charge because you love receiving, but after what I just went through? I think I well and truly earned the right to just lay back. Consider it your thank you.”
Jisung’s breath caught and the playful expression on his face instantly melted into something much darker, much hungrier.
“Is that so?” he asked, his smile turning into a sly grin, his eyes darker by the second.
Before Minho could reply, Jisung reached out, wrapping one arm around Minho’s waist and pulling him flush against his chest.
His other hand slid down, gripping Minho’s ass and squeezing hard enough to elicit a sharp, choked gasp from the older boy but before Minho could complain, Jisung leaned in, capturing Minho’s lips in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted like the lingering adrenaline.
When he broke away, both of them were breathing a little heavier and Jisung rested his forehead lightly against Minho's for a second.
“Go to the bedroom, darling,” Jisung ordered softly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Minho didn’t need to be told twice.
He turned and led the way out of the bathroom, Jisung following close behind.
Minho's room was across the hallway—or what outsiders still thought of as Minho's room, even though Jisung had practically moved into it the moment they started living together.
The apartment technically had a second bedroom for Jisung, but the mattress in there remained untouched, the space having long since been repurposed for his streaming setup and recording equipment.
Their bedroom greeted them with familiar comfort.
The double king-sized bed dominated the center, piled high with soft blankets and oversized pillows, looking incredibly tempting after the stress of the evening.
Minho didn't waste a second.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and let his sweatpants and his boxers drop to the floor, leaving him completely bare.
Jisung followed suit, his eyes tracking every line of Minho’s body before he stripped out of his own clothes and climbed onto the mattress.
Jisung leaned over him first, capturing Minho's mouth in a deep kiss that seemed to chase away the last traces of stress left over from the evening.
When they finally broke apart for air, Jisung brushed his thumb across Minho's cheek before reaching toward the nightstand without looking, his fingers finding the familiar bottle of lube waiting there.
Minho shifted onto his back and spread his legs without hesitation, bracing his thighs apart to give Jisung easier access.
Jisung poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and warmed it up a bit before he pressed just one long finger against Minho’s tight opening, sliding slowly inside.
Minho immediately let out a soft gasp, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets.
He had always loved Jisung's hands—his fingers were long, precise, and incredibly gentle whenever he prepped him. Jisung never rushed, always prioritizing Minho's comfort.
To distract him from the stretch, Jisung leaned down to press warm kisses along Minho's jawline, moving down the sensitive column of his neck.
His finger moved steadily inside, mapping out Minho's warmth, before Jisung shifted lower to latch his mouth onto Minho's nipple.
He sucked firmly, dragging a loud, needy moan right out of Minho's throat. Jisung smirked against his skin; he absolutely loved it when Minho was vocal.
“That’s it, darling. You are doing so well for me.”
Minho could barely breath out, “More, I need more.”
Jisung added a second finger, slowly pushing past the ring of muscle, letting Minho get used to the feeling before he began a deliberate scissoring motion.
At the same time, he eased up on Minho's nipple, soothing the oversensitive skin with gentle kitten licks that still sent ripples of heat through Minho's body.
The dual stimulation was driving Minho over the edge.
Shifting his hips impatiently against the mattress, he gripped Jisung’s shoulders, his voice strained and breathless.
"Jisung-ah, hurry up. Stop torturing me and just fuck me already."
Jisung let out a low chuckle against his chest, his fingers stroking deep and unbothered by the command.
He looked up, his eyes dark with affection and desire.
"Be patient, jagi. I'm not rushing this. You know I don't want to hurt you."
Minho let out a desperate whine but tried to remain patient, knowing full well that Jisung was right.
It didn’t take long for Jisung to open him up enough so he could take him.
Jisung pulled his long fingers out, the sudden absence making Minho whine and arch his hips off the mattress in protest.
He didn't have to wait long.
Jisung coated his own cock with lube quickly then immediately positioned himself at Minho’s entrance, and slowly, deliberately sunk himself all the way in.
Minho’s head thrown back, a loud, ragged sob of relief ripping from his throat as he stretched to accommodate Jisung’s full length.
Jisung let out a low, needy groan himself, his composure instantly fracturing as he buried his face in Minho’s neck, feeling how tight he was around him.
Jisung didn’t move, letting Minho get used to the stretch first.
“Move,” Minho demanded, the word coming out a little breathless.
“Bossy,” Jisung teased with a quiet chuckle, leaning down to steal a quick kiss before finally giving in.
The relief was immediate.
“Oh, fuck.”
A shaky laugh escaped Jisung as he rested his forehead briefly against Minho's.
“God, Minho,” he breathed, his voice rough around the edges. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
"Faster—Jisung-ah, please, don't stop," Minho begged, his legs wrapping tightly around Jisung’s waist to pull him deeper.
Jisung picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, driving ruthlessly into Minho’s sweetest spots.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Always so tight around me.”
He kept fucking Minho, enjoying how his boyfriend was moaning beneath him.
Minho’s face was flushed, his eyes blown out with dark affection.
"Look at you," Jisung panted, praise tumbling out between heavy breaths. "You look so fucking hot like this. Look how perfect you take me. I love you so much, jagi. So fucking much."
Minho could only answer in broken cries, his hands moving to claw at Jisung’s back, urging him to go even harder.
The pace became frantic, a desperate, heated collision born from the night's lingering adrenaline.
Jisung knew Minho was just as close to climaxing as he was, so he reached down, his long fingers wrapping around Minho’s hard, leaking cock, stroking him in tandem with every deep, merciless thrust.
The sensation brought them both to the absolute brink.
Jisung leaned down, pressing his forehead against Minho's, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Where do you want it? Minho, where do I finish?"
"Inside," Minho choked out, his hips jerking up to meet him. "Cum inside me, Han-ah, please—"
With a final, desperate groan, Jisung buried himself to the hilt and came hard, filling Minho to the brim.
At the exact same moment, his hand milked Minho’s cock, sending Minho over the edge into a loud, trembling climax that painted his own stomach and Jisung's fingers in white heat.
The room grew quiet—the only sound was their heavy panting.
Jisung didn't pull out immediately.
He stayed inside Minho while their breathing slowly evened out.
Minho’s internal muscles twitched lazily around him, keeping him locked tight, processing the heavy fullness inside him.
Slowly, Jisung lifted his hand, looking down at his fingers covered in Minho's spent fluid, then at the mess on Minho's stomach.
A dark, possessive smirk returned to his lips. He collected the cum from Minho's tummy as well with his fingers, then held his hand right in front of Minho’s face.
"Clean it up for me," Jisung murmured softly, an implicit command in his eyes.
Minho looked up through heavy lids, his expression soft and completely compliant.
Without a word, he parted his lips and took Jisung’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them to lick them entirely clean of his own cum, never breaking eye contact with his boyfriend.
When Jisung finally eased out of him with a soft, wet sound, Minho let out a weak hum, his body feeling entirely boneless.
Jisung gave him the softest smile before he shuffled off the bed to clean up.
He wasn’t gone for long, just brought a damp warm towel from the bathroom, returning to the bed to gently clean between Minho’s thighs, wiping away the stray remnants of their mess.
Minho was completely pliant and barely moved, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the soothing warmth.
He looked unbearably soft like this, and Jisung adored the sight.
Not wanting to spend any longer away from him than necessary, Jisung finished cleaning himself up, tossed the cloth aside, and slid back under the heavy blankets.
He instantly pulled Minho back into his chest, wrapping his arms securely around his waist and tucking Minho’s head right under his chin.
Minho's fingers lazily traced patterns across Jisung's arm.
“You know,” Jisung said after a while, “I still can't believe this all happened because of two bugs.”
“They weren't bugs.”
“They were literally bugs.”
“They were monsters.”
Jisung snorted.
“You screamed.”
“You screamed too.”
“Not as much as you.”
“That's debatable.”
“It isn't.”
Minho lifted his head just enough to glare at him.
Jisung immediately started laughing.
A second later, Minho joined in.
The sound filled the room, soft and warm.
By the time the laughter faded, neither of them had the energy to bicker anymore.
Jisung pressed a kiss into Minho's hair.
“Thanks for getting rid of them.”
Minho hummed sleepily.
“You're welcome.”
“Still the bravest thing you've done all year.”
“High praise.”
“I'm serious.”
Minho's smile softened as he settled more comfortably against Jisung's chest.
“I know.”
Jisung pressed a kiss into his hair and tightened his arms around him.
The apartment was clean.
The bathroom was safe.
The cockroaches were gone.
And Minho had gotten exactly the reward he'd demanded for his heroic service to the household.
As far as either of them was concerned, that was a pretty good ending to a very ridiculous day.
THE END