if this is abt the wip I posted HE'S COMING SOON I PROMISE

if u just want to talk abt him pissing himself tho let me think of smth rq

omg ok so im gonna make this abt minsng

jsng losing track of how many iced americonos he's blown through during a stressful studio session, knowing his bladder is full but ignoring it in favor of listening to more samples that are starting to sound exactly the same. chn notices him squirming in his seat, and the pressure just keeps building after that. he really doesn't want to risk losing focus with a trip down the hallway and back, but he might actually piss himself right here in the studio if he doesn't. so he waddles down the hallway to the bathroom with both hands over his crotch only to be mocked with a "closed for maintenance" sign.

now he's got three options. he can either hobble back to the studio, tell chn and bimie not to look as he empties himself into one of the empty coffee cups, he can fertilize the potted fiddlehead fern in the hallway without its consent, or he can take the elevator to the first floor and hope he makes it in time to use the cafeteria's staff bathroom.

he choses the third option as the safest, not wanting to scar his friends or the plant with having to witness something so gross and embarrassing. the elevator ride will be short, and he's done a good job holding it this long, whats another minute or two?

jsng deeply regrets choosing the third option when he sees who's working the cafeteria between today's lunch and dinner rushes—of course it's fucking mnho, the hot new hire jsng has a not-so-subtle crush on. they havent exactly exchanged a lot of words, just enough to know each other by name, and now jsng will have to ask him for the bathroom key and throw himself off the roof when he's done.

he tries his best to walk to the counter normally, determined not to let minho see just how badly he needs that key. it's one thing for him to know jsng is a normal human with normal bodily functions that needs to use the bathroom, but it's a whole different, worse thing for minho to know that he's literally on the verge of leaving a mess on the cafeteria floor right now.

he reaches the counter, gripping the underside so hard with one hand his knuckes turn white as the other rests nonchalantly over the top of the pastry case. he's got this.

"oh, hey mnho," his voice is only slightly higher in pitch. "can I borrow the key for that room in the back?" it feels slightly less embarrassing to actually call the bathroom by name.

(im actually getting way too into this and I have a wip to finish so forgive me but the rest is going to be very messy and quick)

mnho is of course also down bad for jsng, and not in a normal way, so he takes the opportunity to tease him a little.

"what room do you mean? there's more than one back there." ofc he knows jsng needs the bathroom. he's bouncing in place with his legs crossed together, and it's written all over his face, but he wants to make jsng admit it. "the office?" jsng shakes his head. "ah, the pantry? what would a producer need to be doing in there?" jsang shakes his head again, letting out a quiet whine.

"please, don't make me say it"

"well, how am I supposed to know what key u need if u dont use ur words?"

jsng is way too desperate to care about embarrassing himself anymore as he feels himself start to leak a few tiny drops. his hands fly back over his crotch again on an attempt to keep any more from escaping. "thebathroom-fuck!-ineedthebathroomkey."

"sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"the bathroom! please, minho!"

"I'm older than u, aren't I?"

"minho‐sii, please." he's on the verge of tears now.

"hmm. I don't think you need to be so formal with me. we work in different departments."

jsng squeaks as his dick twitches in his pants, causing a few more dribbles to leak. minho just unknowingly activated one of his biggest kinks.

"please, hy–hyung."

mnho smirks, reaching into the drawer to pull out the key. "that wasn't so hard, now was it?" but he pulls his hand back before passing the key over and grabs a bag from under the counter. "let's go, then."

"ah, i already know where it is. you don't need to lead me there." jsng is actually going to die of embarrassment

"who said im leading you there? I have to go now, too. might as well save some time"

is he suggesting they both go in together?

they get to the bathroom and jsng has long given up trying to preserve his dignity, his fingers scramble for his fly the moment mnho shuts the door, but a hand on his wrist stops him before he unzips all the way.

tears stream down jnsngs face as he watches mnhos gaze drift down to the small wet spot on the front of his jeans

"you've already made a mess, jsngie. I have an extra pair of pants in my bag." his hand moves from jsngs wrist to press hard on his stomach. and jsng can't hold himself back anymore.

"im sorry, im so sorry" he hiccups as he feels warmth trickle down his thighs, soaking through the denim. "I cant hold it anymore"

"shh, just let it out" mnho gently whispers as he palms jsng through the wet front of his pants

jsung gets hard after he finishes, and mnho jerks him off then cums & pisses on jsng's already soaked jeans ♡

he keeps consoling jsng as he wipes his legs with damp paper towels, then helps him step into the clean pants mnho silently thanks himself for always having on hand in case of kitchen spills

and then he asks jsng out on a date and ofc he says yes and they match each other's freak perfectly yayyy