“H-hyung...what are you doing?” Seokmin stammered, looking down on Jisoo’s huge rough hands, reaching up on his body, touching his chest under the soft fabric. “hyung p-pls….i-”

“shhh”.

the kiss was sweet and longing. Seokmin felt those soft lips against his own, his heart stuttered at the sensation.

He whimpered as Jisoo roughly squeezed his cheeks tight. “your punishment tonight will have you scream for mercy, I can guarantee you that.

“Now….call me master”

“Yes, mast-

“Ok but what is this” soonyoung scoffed, turning the pages, “why would seungcheol ever write this in his diary?” he eyed Jihoon, waiting for an answer, but only receives a shrug from him. Soonyoung continued, ”the only way I guess is that we’ll just need to pin him down and ask him”. Jihoon glared at the clueless boy “Please, don't say this after we’ve read all of THAT”.