Fics like you're so fxxking special (i wish i was special)

As Minho let the cool liquid flow into his glass, he heard a noise behind him. He turned around and promptly choked on air. There stood Jisung, in nothing but his form fitting underwear, outrageous muscles covered in a sheen of sweat, hair mussed and eyes mischievous. “Morning,” he said casually, as Minho finally managed to breathe again. His eyes roved down to Minho’s Hello Kitty pyjamas. “Cute,” he added with a smirk. Minho wanted to evaporate. “For god’s sake Jisung, put some clothes on!” Chan’s voice echoed through the room as he came to stand near Minho. “Can’t you see I’ve got friends over?” “Oh, I don’t think he minds,” Jisung said, winking at Minho and chuckling to himself as he left. In which Minho does NOT expect Chan's younger brother to be the guitarist he had a mind-blowing one night stand with, Chan and Jisung are NOT on good terms, and no one knows how to communicate.

Fics like you're so fxxking special (i wish i was special)

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