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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: ~30k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Friends With Benefits

Summary: Your ex is a cheating bastard who had been your only experience with sex (which he was absolute shit at). Getting back into the dating game was not what you expected, so your older brother's annoying best friend, Minho, decided to offer to show you the ropes on what it's like to have actual good sex.

Author's Note: This work was inspired by a request from @kyungpenguin33. This took longer than I expected because life hit me like a truck for a while. But hopefully, nothing slows me down for the next fic I have in store!

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“He didn’t even fucking deserve you anyway! You’re too good for a guy that constantly smells like pickles and dick cheese.” Your best friend Tiffany blatantly carped as she sprawled out on your bed while mindlessly scrolling away on her phone.

You had just recently broken up with your boyfriend of three years and for some goddamned reason, Tiffany had to bring up the topic constantly. Apparently, once you get to college, boys decide they want the next, new thing. You just wished he would have ended things with you before he started fucking half of the ‘sorostitutes’ that were willing to open their legs for him.

You felt like a jug of milk. What was once a refreshing, healthy relationship, started to slowly become sour and curdled. You thought you two were in love, hence the long-lasting relationship, but you guess he saw the expiration date before you did.

It had been about a month since you ended things with him, yet here Tiffany was, rambling on and on about how she always knew your relationship ‘was doomed to fail’ and ‘emotionally toxic’. You couldn’t help but wonder, if she ‘always’ knew that, why did she never say anything to you about it? Why did she constantly fawn over him? Why did she feel the need to whine about how she was ‘so jealous of you for snatching him’?

Now, you loved Tiffany, you did. She was always there for you when no one else was. Even if she mostly acted as if you were a child and considered herself your influencer. You learned to look over it because, whatever she did, she did it out of love, right?

That’s what led you to invite her over to your house, well, more like your family’s house because who the fuck can afford to live alone on campus as a broke college student these days?

Anyway, you were currently laying down on your stomach on the plush carpet of your floor with oodles of papers and textbooks spread around you while Tiffany, still on your bed, continued to berate you with nonsensical chatter.

“I knew he was a bad apple from the start, but I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be a good friend and be supportive of you. And now what? This is where it got you.”

You rolled your eyes and slumped your head down into your hands. “I get it, Tiff. I should have seen this coming. But I’ve moved on now…” You were… partially telling the truth. “...and so should you. I’m glad you care about me, but I don’t even want to think about that douchebag ever again.”

She lowered her phone and raised an eyebrow at you that silently screamed ‘uh-huh suuuure’, then she sighed deeply and returned to her mindless scrolling with a ‘higher-than-thou’ look on her face.

“Tiff, didn’t you come here to study with me? We have finals in two weeks and a paper due in economics tomorrow.” You said while assessing her lax composure.

“Oh, I’ve already gotten that taken care of. You really need to stay on top of that kind of stuff, ya know? Or else the next three years of your undergrad is going to be a disasteeeer~! Not to mention veterinary school after that!”

You scoffed and returned your attention to the mounds of work around you. Here we go again with the whole ‘I’m more mature than you’ act. It’s true that you really needed to pick up the slack, but you also knew that Tiffany was only at a marginally passing grade. She always half-assed her work.

The sound of a phone buzzing pulled your attention and you looked up to see Tiffany putting her phone up to her ear. “Heeey baby! What’s up?” You internally cringed from her zero to sixty babygirl voice. “Right now? Yeah! Totally free!..... Uh-huh….. Of cooourse….. Kay kay! Be there in a jiff! Love ya babe! B-byyyeeee.” You wanted to gag but quickly composed yourself when she returned her focus to you, sitting up from the bed as she spoke. “Jay’s wanting to go out tonight so I’mma bouce!”

You wanted to say ‘why did you tell him you were free if you were obviously here for me?’ But you decided to just let it go. You weakly nodded your head. “Kay, have fun.”

“Oh you know I will.” She said in a suggestive tone. She basically skipped away but stopped with her hand on your bedroom door handle. She turned back to you with a brazen smile. “Like, I know we’ve only been dating for, like, a week, but my god that man is way better in bed than my last boyfriend was.” She spoke quietly as if someone would hear her gossiping in this completely empty house.

“Who, David?” You engaged ruefully, not quite sure which poor soul you friend was preying on this time.

“No, silly! It’s Mark! David was the one I dated before Chad and Chad was the one before Mark.” She giggled bubbly.

You chuckled. “Man, you really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

She rolled her eyes and looked at you pitifully. “I can’t help it that I have standards that these guys can’t live up to!” She released the doorknob momentarily and began to look quizzical. “Now that I think about it, maybe I could hook you up with Jackson! He was one of the better ones!” She declared jovially while pulling out her phone again. “Plus, someone needs to show you what a good fuck is like now that your previous old scrotum has moved on…” She rambled as she searched through her phone.

You sprung up from the floor like lightning and rushed over to her. “Nononono, Tiff. No matchmaking, please. Especially not with your sloppy seconds!” You pleaded while holding her arm pathetically.

“Too late, love! Already sent your number to him! You’ll thank me later, trust me.” She winked at you and gave you a peck on the cheek. “Love ya lots! Lemme know what he says!” When she turned to the door and opened it, both of you were startled out of your skin to see a man with sandy blonde hair holding his hand up as if he was about to knock on the aforementioned bedroom door that was now wide open.

Lee Minho.

Why this motherfucking bane of your existence was here, knocking on your door, you didn’t know. But your focus was shifted by the bubbly giggle of your best friend. “Oh my god, Minho! I didn’t know you were here! Why didn’t you come and say hi to me??” Her exuberant voice rang loudly.

Your best friend was a serial flirt and everyone knew this, but it still pained you to watch it unfold firsthand anyway. Especially to the man she knew to be a close family friend.

“Uhhh, actually I came here to see your friend.” He awkwardly stated before he turned to you with a big, annoyingly cocky smirk. “Hey there, kitten.”

You just grumbled and pushed past him and grabbed Tiffany’s arm to see her out.

As you two retreated, Tiffany hollered over her shoulder to him. “I hope we’ll cross paths on campus later! Bye, Minho!” You heard Minho reply with a faint ‘bye’ as you ushered her out with a quick hug goodbye.

Now, here's the thing you need to know about Minho, you don’t hate the guy, you just find his existence to be extremely annoying.

Lee Minho was your two-year-older brother’s best friend since you were in middle school. For as long as you could remember, Minho was a constant visitor at your house. He was always treated like family by your parents and that had never changed over the years. However, when your brother decided to study abroad and Minho wanted to stay at home and go to the nearby community college, you figured he would slowly drift away.

Nope. Why would you think such a thing? You already knew it was his life goal to be a pain in the ass.

That motherfucker would come to your place weekly, almost even several times a week, just to hang out with your family. For some reason, you were the only one who found it weird because your parent’s welcomed him with open arms like he was a part of the family. Even going as far as giving him the key code to the house! It wasn’t like he had a bad relationship with his parents or anything, he had a wonderful family! Which just made it more annoying when he would come around.

You couldn’t really figure out just why he got under your skin so much, he just did.

Which is why, when you shut the front door behind you and turned back inside to see a smug grin stretched across his unreasonably handsome face, you felt the urge to just go ahead and punch the pretty off of it. “Mom and Dad are out of town right now. You’ll have to come back next week to annoy me.” You said scathingly as you marched back to your room.

You could already feel yourself tense up when he turned to follow you. “Well, what’s the fun in that if I can just annoy you now? Just ‘cause your big bro’s gone doesn’t mean you can get rid of me that easy.” You dropped back down to the floor where your circle of stress resided and he plopped down onto your bed, immediately making himself comfortable on it as if it were his own damned cotton duvet he was sprawled across.

You snapped your head at him. “Do you have any particular reason to be here other than to drive me up the fucking wall with your shit?” You gave your deadliest glare, but that just seemed to amuse him further.

“No, that’s about it. Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know? Plus I would never be opposed to… what was it you said? ‘Driving you up the wall’? Sounds like a really fun challenge to me.” His smile was evil and you hated that it made him look even more attractive.

You scoffed in disbelief and returned to your notes. “Great. I feel honored to have warranted your undivided attention.” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Well, if you have nothing better to do, at least keep it zipped up while I study for my finals.”

“Oh? You sure you don’t want me to zip it down instead? You might find something even harder than those finals there, kitten.” You shot daggers at him with your eyes but his suggestive smile remained all the same. This motherfucker… did he really just say that?

This was a norm between the two of you. He would teasingly make lewd or flirtatious comments to you and you would always tell him to kindly fuck off. You never truly had any malice to your words and he knew this. So, the playful banter continued.

“OR I might find myself with an outrageous hospital bill after I shove your testicles so far up into your ass that you choke on them.” Your voice was saccharine sweet as you openly threatened him. It was as if you were a well-behaved waitress that would spit in his pudding spitefully.

He didn’t miss a beat. “Sorry, babe. I’m not into the whole cock and ball torture kink. Maybe we can explore what you like instead?”

You hoped he didn’t notice the red tint to your ears as you muttered expletives under your breath. “What I’d like is for you to shut the hell up and let me STUDY.” You obviously sounded absolutely done with his playful banter and he finally relented.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. Fine. I’ll leave you be this time, kitten.” He stood up from the bed and crouched down in front of you, flicking the edge of the textbook you were scanning over. “But if you ever need help with any of this, let me know.”

You just hummed your response, opening your laptop in front of you and refusing to make eye contact as he reluctantly slunk away from you and out of your house.

When you heard the front door shut, your head dropped from your shoulders to hang in front of you as you groaned. Why, just why, did you both end up wanting to be veterinarians? He constantly made fun of you, saying, “oh, it’s so cute how you want to follow in my footsteps!” or “you chose this major to be closer to ME, didn’t you?”

UGH.

And that stupid smug face of his he made when you had finally declared your major was on a constant loop in your brain. He only called you that stupid nickname because you had rescued a cold and starving kitten on the side of the road when you were in high school and he named you that because that’s what made you find your dream of becoming a vet.

You were IN LOVE with your little Boots. Not to be mistaken for footwear, you named your kitten Boots because she was entirely black except for her four white paws. She was your number one emotional support after your breakup and you had no clue what you would do without her.

As if on cue, Boots casually walked into your room, licking her chops (most likely just finishing demolishing her food bowl like the little piggy she was), and nonchalantly plopped down right on the entirety of your keyboard as if it was her own personal heating pad.

“Boo-baby! I’m working!” You made no move to do anything about it because when cats demand your attention, it’s a crime not to comply. She just stared back at you with an adorable slow blink and your hand moved on its own to start petting her.

Her purring instantly started easing your mind and a fond smile bloomed on your face involuntarily. Slowly, her soft fur and soothing sounds washed away your worries. You felt the stress of school turn into confidence that you knew what you were doing and a reminder that your grades have been awesome. You felt that the annoyance of the people in your life, your ex, Tiffany, Minho, well… they didn’t really matter in terms of you living your own life.

This is your emotional support. Your precious Boots.

Without any words spoken or her even knowing what was going on, she knew when you were suffering. And she always made it her job to help you. That’s why it hurt your soul to meet people who say they hate cats because they are ‘evil’ or ‘assholes’.

Okay, yeah, they definitely can be assholes, but they aren’t inherently evil! They just have unique… personalities. It takes time and love to earn their trust, but when you do, the bond is like a special gift that is only reserved for you.

It was at that moment when you were lost in your thoughts that your phone buzzed. When you unlocked your phone, you saw a text from a random number.

Unknown Number:

Hey, is this Tiffany’s friend?

You:

Yeah, who’s asking?

Unknown Number:

Hey, this is Jackson

We met a couple of times a while back

Tiffany’s ex, remember?

You:

Yeah I remember

Look, I’m sorry if Tiffany told u something weird

I know she had good intentions but…

Please just ignore her lol

Sorry if she made u feel uncomfortable 😅

Jackson:

Nah, I’m not uncomfortable at all 🙂

Actually, I was kind of looking forward to talking to u

You:

Really?

Why tho?

Jackson:

I dunno 😅

I know we only met a couple of times

But I remember u were pretty cool

Really cute too 😉

You blushed a bit and found yourself kind of nervous. It felt like it had been ages since you were single and you just kind of forgot how to interact with guys that were interested in you… but you were kind of excited that someone was into you. Even if you felt like an utter twat trying to think of a response.

You:

Really?

Ur not so bad urself 😅

Jackson:

Oh yeah?

I know me and Tiff used to date and all but…

I was kinda excited to hear that u were available

You didn’t know if you wanted to thank Tiffany or strangle her.

Jackson:

I was wondering…

U have any plans for tomorrow night?

Okay. Keep it cool. Don’t be weird.

You:

I have class until 6

But after that I’m free

Jackson:

Nice, u wanna go to Sideways with me?

I hear they’re giving people one free shot tomorrow

You weren’t a huge fan of the local bar, too many college students and not enough dancing, you were more into the nightclubs where you could just dance to your heart’s content while blending into the crowd. Plus, who takes a girl to a bar for a first date? But you weren’t about to tell him that, so you figured one night wouldn’t hurt.

You:

That sounds like fun

Count me in

Jackson:

Awesome! It’s a date, then! 😉

I’ll pick u up at 8?

You:

Sounds good!

See u tomorrow! 😊

Jackson:

Bet, see u then

You screamed internally and looked at Boots. “Holy shit, Boo-Boo… What the fuck am I doing?” She just stared at you blankly, deciding she was bored with you now as she stood to stretch dramatically before she hopped up on your bed to make herself comfortable there instead.

You tried not to spiral into anxiety but this would be the first date you had been on after your breakup. You had no clue how to act or dress or not seem like a meager airhead that spends her Saturdays watching anime and cuddling her cat in bed wearing nothing but her panties and an oversized graphic t-shirt.

…Yeah you desperately needed assistance. You just prayed that Tiffany would be available to help.

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“Not this… ew, no… oh GOD definitely not!” You just sat at your small vanity while Tiffany was raking through your closet to find you something to wear.

Classes were a lot less stressful that day than you had imagined and Tiffany was more than eager to help you get ready that night. You were thankful that you had a good amount of time to get ready because Tiffany was being super picky. Like, she looked like a fucking hound dog sniffing out anything that seemed even remotely designer.

“Do you have ANYTHING sexy in here?! I feel like I’m browsing through the clearance section at GAP!”

“Hey!” You knew she was kind of right, but she didn’t need to point it out so blatantly!

“What? It’s true!”

You huffed. Your ex never really took you out on fancy dates so you never really had the need for anything other than everyday clothes.

“Well excuse me for not dressing like fucking Kim Kardashian at the Met Gala!” She just crossed her arms and raised a brow in a ‘come at me, bitch’ kind of way. You sighed in defeat. “If I have anything remotely suitable, it’s probably buried in the back…”

You turned around to your mirror to continue with your hair and makeup, which was a whole other challenge in itself. You were already basically finished but you decided to be meticulous because, why not? Your new first date since high school should take at least a little effort, right?

“Well it’s not anything near perfect, but this will have to do.” You turned back to your friend laying out one of your black, tighter-fit dresses. “Where are your heels?”

You stood up and walked over to assess the dress. You hoped you could still fit in it, it had been forever since you wore it. “I can’t wear heels, remember? I would legitimately break an ankle if I stepped on anything that wasn’t even a tiny bit of flat ground. And even that is not guaranteed to keep me upright. Heels on me are just a hospital bill waiting to happen.”

She looked crestfallen. “Oh right, I forgot you’re clumsy as fuck. Those weak ankles will be the death of you, I swear” You giggled, knowing she was completely accurate in that statement. She hummed as she assessed your limited amount of shoes. “I suppose these strappy Mary Janes would look cute. Not necessarily the sexiest, but they will suffice.”

You had already stripped and were about to put the dress on when she stopped you.

“You’re not going to wear that underwear, are you?” You looked down at your plain, black cotton bra and panties and shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? Black works pretty well, no?”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t have anything sexier?”

“Why? It’s not like I’m guaranteed to fuck him on the first date.” You stated as you grabbed the dress.

She grabbed it back from you with an incredulous face. “Are you serious?” She put the dress back down on the bed and grabbed you by the shoulders, donning her typical expression of looking down at you as if you were a child. “Honey. Now I know you haven’t dated in a while, but when a man takes you for a night out at a bar, he’s wanting to do the nasty, bump uglies, go home for ramen, Netflix and chill, beat that puss–”

“Alright! I get it! I get it!” You interrupted before she could plant any more images in your head. And really? For a first date? At this point, you really did feel out of the loop. You had only had sex with one guy, were you ready to go that far with a guy you barely knew?

“Well… I’m just gonna play it by ear… if he doesn’t like my underwear, he can go milk his monster by himself.”

She sighed and stepped back, rubbing her temples. “Fine, but if that happens, don’t come whining to me and asking for more hookups.”

You didn’t even want this hookup in the first place! You had to internally hold yourself back from throwing a bitch fit and just forced yourself to calmly reply with– “Okay, Tiff. I won’t.”

She looked smug for some reason and you slid your way into the tight dress. “Ew! How is there already so much cat hair on it?!” She whined, trying to pat the hair off your ass.

“I have a cat, Tiff. Cats shed. You know this.” She looked annoyed and retrieved the lint roller from your nightstand.

When she finished rolling all the hair off you and you put on your shoes, she had you spin to assess you. She sighed. “Well, you’re no Audrey Hepburn, but at least you’re giving the right vibes.”

It was at that moment you both heard the front door open. Your parents were still on their anniversary trip so there was only one person it could be…

“Minho! We’re in here!” You quickly shushed your best friend, but the damage was already done. The door to your bedroom opened and Tiffany immediately walked over to grab him by the arm. “Ohmygod, perfect timing!” She was wrapped around his arm like a monkey and he looked slightly awkward until he looked at you. “Look at my masterpiece! I mean, probably not a masterpiece, per se. Especially with the limited resources I had to work with, but isn’t she great?!”

He was frozen next to her as he looked at you. “Y-yeah…” He seemed to snap out of it and he returned with his usual cockbox smirk. “What’s got you all dolled up, gorgeous?”

“None of your goddamned busine–”

“She’s got a hot date tonight! Like super hot.” Tiffany cut your scathing remark off.

Minho’s smile slightly faded and you rolled your eyes. “Okay, let’s not get carried away, Tiff. He’s a good-looking guy you decided to force upon me, that’s all.”

“Oh don’t give me that, bitch. I know you’ve already thought about fucking him ten ways to Sunday and back!” I mean with all the talk of fucking the man, how could you not imagine it?

You figured spit boxing was no use and, as if fate was on your side, Jackson texted you to tell you he was here. You huffed at the pair and grabbed your clutch purse. “Whatever, I have to leave anyway. Just lock up when you decide to leave…” You marched past the two and straight for the door before you felt a hand grab your wrist.

“Hey…” You raised a brow at Minho who had broken free from Tiffany’s iron grasp. “Be careful, okay? You have my number so call me if you need anything, yeah?”

You felt goosebumps and brushed off his hand. Was this Lee Minho being serious for once? What was the world coming to? “Yeah. Okay, whatever.”

And with that, you walked out the door, leaving Tiffany in your house alone with Minho. For some reason that just didn’t sit right with you. Why though?

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The date was going… not as well as you expected…

The car ride was nice, he made pleasant conversation and he was super flirty. But when you guys got to the bar, Jackson ran into some of his guy friends and ended up getting absolutely wasted. However, he did keep you close to his side the whole time. Maybe a bit… too close?

He had his hand around your waist the entire time, keeping you pulled close to him, and he paraded you to his friends like you were a fucking strumpet and they quickly seemed to take a liking to you as well. He had then decided to take you out back because he and his friends wanted to smoke.

“You want one, gorgeous?” Jackson offered you a cigarette and you declined.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.” You decided not to mention that you thought smoking was absolutely repulsive and gave you the urge to blow chunks. However, you remained vigilant in your composure.

“Oh c’mon, you don’t wanna try?” His buddy said across from you, absolutely sloshed.

“I’m good, thanks.” You couldn’t hide the disgust in your voice and there was a lull in their conversation.

One of the taller, beefier friends of Jackson spoke up. “That’s a real pretty girl you got there, Jax.” He tilted his head to address you. “You got any friends, darlin’?”

Before you could answer, most likely to tell him to kindly fuck off, another man spoke up. “Or maybe Jackson wouldn’t mind sharing.” You immediately felt chills wrack your body. You didn’t know these men… you didn’t know what they were capable of…

They all laughed and you looked at them with disgust. You turned to Jackson and spoke quietly in his ear. “Can we talk?”

He looked at you with a lopsided grin and pulled you back inside, winking to his friends as he closed the door behind him. He led you to a quiet hallway next to what looked like the bar’s stockroom. You felt his hands move to your hips as he pressed you up against the wall. His hands roamed up and down your sides, making your skin crawl, as he looked down at you with hunger. “Kay, baby. Let’s talk.”

Without any further indication, he started hungrily kissing you. You didn’t want to not reciprocate, but the man was all tongue and it kind of made you sick to your stomach, especially with the taste of cheap beer and smoke lacing his spit. You gently pushed his chest, but he refused to back away. You moved your head to the side to escape his mouth, but he just continued to kiss down your neck.

“Jackson! I really just wanted to talk!” You tried to reason while he continued.

“We are talking, baby…” He growled against your skin.

You had lost your patience when he started groping your ass. At this point, you found yourself pushing him, hard. “Get the fuck off me, Jackson! I want to go home!”

He froze in place, and when he stood back up straight to look down at you, he looked pissed. “What the fuck, bitch? You come out drinking with me, cling to me all night with this sexy little black dress, and then get pissed from a little kissing?!” He looked really pissed off and you wondered why in the world would your best friend hook you up with this guy. “You’re just a fucking cunt tease. Find your own ride home.”

And with that, he stormed back into the throes of the bar. You were speechless.

‘Find your own ride’?! It was already past midnight! Public transit had already finished their routes for the night, your parents were out of town, and you couldn’t afford an Uber! There was only one other option and you really really didn’t want to have to resort to it.

You angrily stormed out of the bar and pulled out your cell phone. Here goes nothing…

The dial tone only rang once before you heard the receiver. “Hello?”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself before you responded. “It literally pains me to say it, but I need your help…”

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You stepped into the sleek, white KIA sedan and buckled up, refusing to look at the driver. You could feel his stare on you, but you really didn’t want to have to explain this whole embarrassing experience to him.

“I don’t even get a hello? So cold.” The teasing lilt in his voice made your blood boil, but he was doing you a favor, so you felt the need to indulge him.

You turned your head and donned a sickly sweet smile. “Hello, Minho.” Your smile instantly dropped when you looked straight forward again, waiting for him to get the fuck on with it.

“Oh, what lovely company you are! You should call me more often to come pick you up at 1 o’clock in the morning!” He said as he began to drive away from the front of the bar.

He had a point. This was actually a really big favor he was doing for you and you were being a raging bitch about it. You grumbled in frustration that you were forced to be grateful to this man. It was silent for a moment before you forced yourself to say something. “I’m sorry, Minho…”

You watched as he side-eyed you. “For?” He seemed to be genuinely at a loss for what you were talking about.

You felt the stress from the situation cause your inhibitions to falter. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you instead of thanking you for your help. I’m sorry that I was naive and thought that I would be able to go on dates like a normal person so soon after ending my three-year relationship. And I’m sorry to myself for being an idiot and letting that douchebag and his friends treat me like a whore and then let him kiss and touch me even though I didn’t want it!” Your voice became more and more upset the more you rambled on.

Minho full-on looked at you now. “He touched you?! Without your consent?!” He was visibly pissed and you couldn’t fathom why. “Who the fuck is this guy? Tell me his name. Does he go to our college? I swear, I’ll go full Bruce Lee on his ass.”

“Calm down, Nancy Drew. It’s over and done with. I’m never going to see that twat-waffle ever again…” His death grip on the steering wheel slowly relaxed, as well as the tension that was rising in the air.

It was silent for a moment and then you suddenly heard chuckling coming from the man beside you. “What?” You were about positive you were about to get miffed at him again.

“Did you really just say ‘twat-waffle’?” He asked while laughing.

You wanted to respond with something more defensive, but you couldn’t help but find his amusement contagious. “What? That’s what he is!” You involuntarily giggled through your words. “Seriously though, if that’s what guys are like nowadays, I might as well say goodbye to my sex life because there’s no way I’m dating that kind of trash! Not to mention that most men are incapable of making a girl climax anyway so that makes it even harder to find someone to date!” Shit… maybe you had one drink too many…

“Hey! Not all guys are like that!” He looked at you in mock offense. “In my book, if a guy can’t get a girl to cum, he doesn’t deserve to either.”

Your giggles turned into full-bellied laughter. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my brother’s best friend! Don’t tell me you’re going to join Tiffany in gossiping about my ex too!”

His smile vanished. “Why? That asshole doesn’t deserve a single breath of air let alone a whole conversation about him. He deserves to be left forgotten and the world will be better off because of it.” Minho had lost all humor at the mention of him and he spoke to you dead-serious. “You deserve to be with guys better than him. Better sex than him too from what it sounds like.”

You scoffed. “Yeah well, unfortunately, he has the only dick I’ve ever known. I don’t even have anything to compare him to, the bastard.”

He finally pulled up in front of your house and cut the engine. “You could compare him to me. Someone who actually knows what he’s doing.”

You started cracking up, but your laughter slowly faded when you realized he wasn’t laughing along with you. Wait, was he serious? Surely not… Your face morphed into one of perplexity. “You’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like I’m laughing?” He raised an eyebrow and looked as if he was challenging you. “Personally, I think you need to explore your likes and dislikes with someone who’s willing to be your guinea pig. We already know each other well, meaning I like to believe you trust me more than a random hookup. So, the way I see it, it makes sense that I would be better fit to show you what it’s supposed to be like before you go chasing guys that would probably end up like that, quote-unquote, ‘twat-waffle’.”

He said while using his hands to motion his quotations, immediately opening the driver-side door and stepping out of the car before you even had time to process his words.

You had short-circuted and you were frozen in your seat as if you were glued to it. Hundreds of images, ones that you never thought in a thousand years would have crossed your mind, began flitting through your brain. You quickly came to your senses and ran after him as he began unlocking the door to your house.

“If this is just one of your stupid tricks, it’s not a very funny one, Minho. It’s actually really fucking shitty to joke about.” You declared, furious and defensive as the two of you stepped inside.

He huffed and turned around to face you in the entryway. He looked slightly annoyed. “Like I said, not a joke. If you don’t want to and you think I’m crazy for even offering, then you can go back to dating douchebags who fuck like jack-rabbits just to leave you unsatisfied and I can go back to enjoying the fun task of annoying the hell out of you. No harm done.” He smirked as he walked off with a shrug to head toward the kitchen.

What the actual fuck was he thinking? How did he even come to this conclusion? No, why did he even want to fuck you in the first place? “You’re right, I do think your crazy–” He turned back to you, now holding a fresh glass of water, with a complacent expression plastered on his face. “...but…” You took a second to look at him. Really look at him.

It had always pissed you off that he looked like a fucking Greek god with absolutely zero effort. He was cocky and proud and knew just what to say to get what he wanted. He was one of those people that, when you complimented him, would just agree with you and praise himself. He might have been the least humble person you had ever known.

Still… He wasn’t precisely rude about it, he just had an insane level of self-confidence. You supposed he deserved to be proud. His face was naturally beautiful, but you knew he at least put in some effort. Before your brother left, he and Minho would hit the gym constantly. And, by looking at the chiseled-looking man in front of you, he never stopped. From his teen years to manhood, age definitely treated him nicely.

Okay, if you were being honest with yourself, you may or may not have pictured what might be under all that linen. He is a gorgeous man, after all. And as you stood there staring each other down, your eyes drifted to his lips. It had been so long since you had been touched…

You found yourself licking your lips and he reciprocated the action.

Minho suddenly walked up to you until he was inches from your face, looking down at you with an intense expression. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You bit your lip as you searched his eyes, looking for any sign of this being a sick prank. There was none.

“But?” He questioned with a smirk and a raised brow, imploring you to continue your statement.

What is he doing to me? I must be going crazy… Shit shit shit…

“...but…” You sighed, dejected. “You have to promise not to tell anyone…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you said the words that seemed to escape on their own. You were even shocked with yourself for even entertaining the idea.

His face morphed into several different expressions simultaneously. Shock, hunger, eagerness, and anticipation colored his eyes, but he donned a collected appearance. “You’re not drunk, are you?” He asked tentatively.

You looked at him in the eyes again with a scowl. You might have a bit of a loosened tongue, but you knew for a fact that you were nowhere near drunk. “If I were drunk, I would have vomited on you for even asking.”

With your scathing remark, he returned to his normal irksome demeanor. He smirked and bent his knees a bit to be at eye level with you. “Is that so? Then maybe I should just go home? Since it is sooo beneath you to see what I can do… how good I can make you feel…” He whispered so close to your face that you could feel his breath against your lips.

He brushed past you and headed toward the front door. You cursed yourself for what you were about to do, but the discussion was already leaving you needy as hell. “Wait.” You said with irritation coloring your voice, refusing to turn around to face him. You heard his footsteps halt and you closed your eyes with a short, exasperated sigh. Still unable to face him, your voice was firm. “Prove to me what you can do and I might be willing to use you…”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was wearing an infuriating, triumphant smile.

He said no words, but you heard quiet footsteps grow near. As you waited in anticipation, you felt a shiver run down your spine when he gently swept your hair back off the side of your neck. You felt his breath against your ear before you heard his words. “My pleasure, kitten…”

First, you felt a single chaste and moist kiss be placed at the base of your jaw and you let out a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Your fists were clenched so hard you could feel your nails digging into your skin.

Next, you felt the feather-light touch of his hands start to creep from your sides, down to grasp your hips. His now firm grasp pulled your ass back to be flush against him and he continued his slow torture of gliding his moist lips up and down your neck, your hairs standing on end with the ghosting breath against your heated skin.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” You hadn’t realized that your breathing had become heavier, but you heard his whispered words against your neck loud and clear. You didn’t trust your voice, so you just responded with an aggressive nod.

You felt his teeth as he smiled against you and his thumbs started rubbing circles into your hipbones. You were feeling the dizzying effects of his touch and smell and your mind was racing with thoughts of what he was planning on doing to you. As he started kissing your neck with a bit more purpose, a sudden thought popped into your head. “N-no marks…”

He hummed against your skin and you felt his tongue dip into your clavicle. “Of course…” His mouth started kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping just fervently enough not to leave marks and your breathing picked up as his hands started to wander. When he was sure that you weren’t going anywhere, his hands started gliding up your stomach to just below your breasts.

He teased you, acting as if he were about to make a move to cup them, but his hands started gliding back down. You found yourself desperately wanting him to touch you as his hands smoothed down the fronts of your thighs until his fingertips reached the skin at the hem of your dress. Your heart was thumping when he groped your thighs and his thumbs circled around just the inside of your thighs over your dress.

His ministrations were painfully slow, from his continuous devouring of your neck to the teasing of his hands. He denied you further touch again as he moved his hands, still playing at the edge of your dress, around to lightly grope your ass.

You were about to snap and you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. You spun around in his arms, obviously taking him off guard, and you didn’t allow yourself to think as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stole his lips with your own. Holy shit… you were kissing Minho…

At first, he seemed to be shocked by your boldness, but soon he began to kiss you back with equal amounts of fervor. His lips were soft and plump and his tongue danced along with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You arched your body into him and he wrapped his arms around you, hands still tracing patterns down your lower back.

When he pulled you closer to him by your ass, you moaned into his mouth. You knew your panties were drenched and you were almost embarrassed at how quickly he managed to get you basically dripping for him. How could such a pestilent man affect you so intensely?

However, when he pushed you up against the wall and pressed himself against you, you could feel he was equally as affected. You hadn’t realized you were shaking in his hold until you moved your trembling hands up to tangle in his blonde locks. “Shit, Minho…”

You whimpered into his mouth and he shushed you. “Shhh, let me take care of you, kitten.” He sealed his lips to yours again and you felt his hands grope your ass once more before gliding one of them down to the hem of your dress again. Only this time, when he moved to the inside of your thigh, he dipped his hand underneath your dress to tease the edge of your panties.

“Oh fuck…” He chuckled at your falsetto, whispered words and he returned to attacking your neck as his fingers moved over to rub circles over your thin underwear.

Your head was thrown back in ecstasy as he pleasured you in slow motion. You had no clue why being this frustrated from his teasing would turn you on so much. You tried to grind down on his hand, but he still only lightly pleasured you.

“M-Min… please. Oh god!” He pinched your clit over the material and chuckled when you jumped.

“Tsk tsk tsk, so impatient.” He sighed against your neck before standing straight and looking down at you. “You can’t rush perfection, kitten. I’m going to take my time ruining you…” He pressed his lips against yours and you pulled him back by his hair.

“Well then take your time in my bedroom and not out here in the fucking hallway. I don’t want Boots watching.”

The smile that grew on his face as he laughed at your statement made your head feel fuzzy. Then, before you knew it, you were in the air, quickly wrapping your arms and legs around the man as he carried you to the bedroom, your dress hitching up to your hips at the action. He shut the door behind him with his foot and he gingerly sat down on the bed with you still stradding him. “Do you want me to strip or do you want to do it for me?” He raised a brow (those damned sexy eyebrows) in question and licked his lips with a lopsided grin as he pulled you as close as humanly possible.

Gosh, this man was infuriatingly sexy. “Aren’t you supposed to show me what I want, mister expert?” You quipped as you rested your arms on his shoulders.

He flashed his teeth and leaned back slightly, stripping only his t-shirt off before returning his hands to rub up and down your bare thighs. Your ogling eyes were beyond obvious and he gently grabbed one of your hands. He moved your hand to glide from his bulging pecs down to his chiseled abs.

He released you and allowed you to keep mapping his skin out with your hands. You wanted to lick him all over and trace every vein and crevice on his body. You found the courage to latch your own lips to his neck now and he hummed contentedly. You found yourself involuntarily grinding against the bulge in his sweatpants and he groaned.

His hands that had returned to your ass moved up to the back of your neck and one of them found the zipper on the back of your dress. You were shivering with excitement as you felt your back being exposed slowly to the chilled air and his hands felt like they were on fire as they caressed your bare skin.

However, instead of stripping you completely, his hands moved back to your thighs to creep up under your dress again, halting your movements. Your anticipation had stopped your mouth against him and you began panting into the crook of his neck.

When he reached your panty line, his fingers deftly dipped underneath your underwear this time and you moaned into his skin when his fingers dragged through your folds. “So wet already…” He whispered in your ear before grazing his teeth over the shell of it. He quickly flicked the pad of his thumb over your clit and you hugged him close with a gasp. “Can I taste you, sweet thing?”

You could almost cum from those words alone. Your ex refused to eat you out because he thought the idea of it was disgusting. This made you extremely self-conscious of having him, or anyone else for that matter, see you naked for too long. However, Minho had you wound up so tight that the coil in your stomach was bound to snap at any moment and you really wanted to take him up on his offer.

You pulled back and looked back into his eyes which were black with desire. “Y-you… you want to do that?” The disbelief in your voice was apparent and you moaned when he shallowly dipped his finger inside you.

“Fuck, more than anything…” He bit his lip and you held onto his shoulders as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

Sooner than you would have liked, he pulled his finger out and your breath shook when you saw him lick his finger clean.

“Shit…” He said with eyes closed in bliss. When he opened them again, they were filled with pure, carnal desire. In the blink of an eye, he had you on your back with your dress shucked off and thrown into the dark abyss that was your room.

It was dark, only the moon shining through your window illuminating the god-like man above you, so you weren’t too terribly self-conscious. But with the way Minho sat there on his knees between your legs, staring down at you, it had you squirming a bit. Shit, maybe I SHOULD have worn sexier lingerie.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous…” His hands roamed over your thighs and drifted around to undo the latch of your bra. It quickly joined your dress and you cried out when his mouth was like a magnet to your nipples. I guess he doesn’t care about the underwear…

You couldn’t control your hips as you rutted up into him, desperate for stimulation as your nipples were being abused. You had to admit, the man did wonders with his mouth, and the thought of that tongue between your legs had you whimpering.

Without removing his mouth from your nipples, you felt his fingers loop under your underwear. He finally relented his attack to free you of your underwear and your whole body went stiff as he lowered his face between your legs.

He must have noticed because he immediately halted and looked up at you. “Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” You were pleasantly surprised that he was so concerned about your comfort.

“No no, it’s okay! It’s just… he never… I’ve never had anyone…” You were too embarrassed to say it out loud, but he seemed to understand.

“Man, he’s more of a piece of shit than I thought…” You gasped when he kissed your inner thigh. “Just lay back and enjoy kitten. I’ll show you how it’s done.” And without further ado, he moved to hover over your entrance.

You shivered and your eyes closed in anticipation when you felt him blow his hot breath over your sensitive folds. And when you finally felt him… OH… MY… GOD…

You were incredibly grateful your parents weren’t currently home because the moan you belted out was absolutely filthy. Your hands instantly flew to his hair and he had to hold on to your legs to keep you from crushing him between your thighs.

It was everything you wanted and more and you were feeling delirious from it. He had started by sliding his tongue through your folds from base to your clit and then he closed his puckered lips around the sensitive bead and sucked while circling his tongue around it. You were almost sobbing it felt so good. When you felt him insert a finger and find your G-spot, you went insane.

“HOLYFUCKINGSHITRIGHTTHERERIGHTTHEREOHMYGODYES… Please don’t stop! Fuck please… Fuckyesyesyes! Don’t stop! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea– AHH!” You unexpectedly came with furious power and you could feel yourself soaking his face violently.

In the moment, you felt like you were in heaven, but when he popped up from in between your legs with his stupid ass smirk and your release dripping from his chin, you were mortified.

“Oh my god, Minho, shit I’m so sorry! Shit. Fuck! …That’s so fucking embarrassing…” You buried your face in your hands, so mortified you wanted to cry, and he immediately grabbed your wrists, pulling them away to show his befuddled expression.

“Embarrassing? I thought that was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do!” He looked at you like you were crazy, but your face was still bright red. Apparently, he could even notice that in the moonlight because he then guided one of your hands to the crotch of his sweatpants to feel his erection. You gasped at the heat you could feel all the way through the thick material. He leaned down and growled in your ear. “Does this feel like I thought it was embarrassing?”

You pressed your palm against him and he groaned in your ear. You were desperate to feel him inside you and you were suddenly bold enough to slowly dip your hand into his pants to palm him over his boxers.

“Fuck… do you have condoms.” He said as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“Y-yeah… top drawer.” You said motioning to your nightstand.

He hopped up and made quick work of removing his sweatpants and boxers. Holy shit. Either your exes dick was super small or Minho’s dick was super big because the difference was catastrophic. When he knelt between your legs again, condom in hand, he must have gauged your expression. “Everything okay?” You could hear the humor leaking through his restrained voice.

Your blood was indubitably boiling. It’s just not fucking fair to be so fucking perfect. Just more grounds for him to be cocky as hell. You cleared your throat and looked to the side. You had to say something because, honestly, you were genuinely uneasy about it. “It’s just…” You side-eyed his beautiful dick again. “...I haven’t… I don’t…” You sighed in frustration, not knowing how to say it.

He began patiently stroking it. “The suspense is killing me, kitten.” He smiled sarcastically and you stared daggers up at him.

You huffed and looked away again, eyes involuntarily snapping to his dick again for a half second. “Like… how do you know it will fit? I mean your’s is like way…” You peered up at his face which was trying desperately to not erupt in laughter. You sat up and shoved him. “I’m serious, asshole! That thing is terrifying!”

He had exploded and your push caused him to collapse on the bed in hysterics. He was holding his stomach in pain from how much he was laughing and you glared at him.

“Fine! If it’s such a joke to you, then whatever! Now, if you’ll excuse me–” You attempted to get off the bed, but in the blink of an eye, you were on your back again.

“Now now, let’s not throw a temper tantrum, little thing.” You shivered as he licked up the column of your neck. “Not only can I make it fit, I’ll make you beg for it.” He kissed your cheek before grinning down at you mischievously.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Prove it.” This one challenging statement had him instantly devouring your mouth as his hands eagerly roamed your body. You tasted a hint of yourself on his lips and you couldn’t explain why that turned you on so much. He had you heated up again in no time, and when you felt two of his fingers slowly enter you, you moaned with his lower lip between your teeth.

He started pumping his digits in and out of you with blinding speed and it was almost too much for you. Involuntary ‘ah, ah, ah’s fell out of your mouth when he moved his mouth to your nipples and your eyes clenched shut when you felt a third finger join the others. He slowed his pace so he wouldn’t hurt you, but when you felt him insert a fourth finger, he knew exactly what to do to distract you from any discomfort.

He dug up into your g-spot again while his thumb circled your clit and you were shouting out expletives again. You were whining and thrashing and he sat back on his knees just to watch you fall apart. You felt another orgasm wrack your entire being, but your body screamed more, more, more. “Minho, fuck! Minho! Minho!”

“What is it, kitten? What do you want?” He gave you an evil sneer as he moved in inches from your face. You glared at him before you basically punched him with your lips.

“Fuck me right this instant, goddamnit!” You shouted with your head thrown back when you released him, gasping for air.

He pulled back again and laughed. “As you wish, your highness…” Your whole body slumped into the bed when he removed his fingers and you were panting from the intensity of the situation.

“Wait–” You snatched the condom from him, leaving him with a dumbfounded expression. “I wanna do it…” You ripped open the package and threw the wrapper into the void, tentatively taking his unbelievable cock in your hand and looking up at his expression as you slowly stroked him.

He looked like he could cum any second from finally having some stimulation after holding back for so long. Before you knew it, you gave him a little kitten lick on the tip, collecting a load of precum, and watched as he visibly shivered. “Fuck, kitten…” He sounded almost like he was in pain. Watching his throat bob as he dry-swallowed gave you a longing you couldn’t explain.

You decided enough was enough and you rolled the condom down his length before laying back and spreading your legs.

He bit his lip and his black eyes were devouring you, but he stopped himself as he hovered above you. “Jokes aside, tell me if I’m hurting you at all, okay?”

You felt your heart thump violently and you sensed an uncomfortable swirling in your stomach. Why was he being so nice to you? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Okay…” He smiled sweetly for once. “Now, for fuck’s sake, can you please just fuck me?”

He cackled at your impatient remark and you gasped when you felt the heat of his tip poke at your entrance and he dragged it up and down your folds. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he hovered over you, watching you to assess your expressions, and he slowly sank into you. You furrowed your eyebrows in slight discomfort, but the delicious feeling of his hot tumescence dragging against your walls had you seeing stars.

You whimpered as he slowly entered and you were glad to see that he wasn’t completely unaffected. His brows were furrowed as well and when he went as far as your pussy would allow, he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, keeping himself still as he breathed heavily. “Shit…” He mumbled.

“Yeah… shit…” You agreed as your fingers tangled themselves in his sandy hair. How did you get in such a situation to have Lee Minho buried deep into your sopping cunt? You both lay there trying to control your breathing while he remained motionless inside you. After the discomfort lessened and your desire grew, you started to squirm. “Minho… move…”

He began slowly grinding into you for what seemed like ages. And when you desperately rutted up into him, he wasted no time in receiving the hidden message. Immediately, he slowly pulled back and you felt him start to languidly place wet kisses across your collarbone. You cried out in ecstasy when you felt him expertly rock back into you.

His pace slowly started to increase and his kisses became more hungry as time passed. You pulled him up by his hair and made him lock lips with you, hoping that would stifle your moans.

It didn’t.

You were whimpering into the kiss and his hips moved in a way that hit all the right places. He released your lips so he could grab one of your legs and hold it in the crook of his elbow. He then proceeded to snap his hips into you as if his life depended on it.

“FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” You cried out.

“Tell me how good it feels, kitten.” He said between breaths, eyes searching your own.

“Shit sofuckinggood– ah! Fuck! So good Minho!” You were just about sobbing now and you couldn’t find it in yourself to give two fucks about the undoubtedly cocksure smile that painted his face.

“Damn kitten, you’re so fucking tight. That asshole has no fucking clue what he lost. Fuck!” He sped up his thrusts and you were clawing at his chest, unable to handle the raw pleasure he was bringing you.

This was the most incredible feeling you had ever had and your reactions were like you weren’t even yourself anymore. One particular thrust had you screaming. “MINHOFUCKSHIT! DontstoppleaseMinhodontstop!!!”

“Fuck, I would never…” He huffed and he seemed close as well with the way his rhythm stuttered and his thrusts became more powerful.

You came while screaming his name and he came while burying his face in the crook of your neck with an animalistic growl. He rode both of you through your orgasms and then gingerly pulled out so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Wait here.” Was all he said before he stood, tied the condom, and walked across the hall to the bathroom. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. He returned with a washcloth and began cleaning you. Okay, he has definitely proved himself.

When he finished, he collapsed next to you on the bed with heavy lids, turning his head to look at you. You returned his gaze and sighed. “I guess I have a new guinea pig…”

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Your economics class had just ended and you and Tiffany decided to grab some coffee and hang out in the campus courtyard before she went to her next course. Thankfully, you were free for the rest of the afternoon and you were desperate to get home and take a hot bath, maybe watch some porn, and take a well-deserved nap. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure something was really wrong with him. Like, he could not hold a conversation for shit.”

You laughed at your friend’s ramblings about her latest breakup. “Wait, so this one was Jay, right? The one you went out with after my place last week?”

“Yyyep, that’s the one. Like I said before, the sex was amazing, but I need to date someone with an actual functioning brain.” She huffed and slurped down some of her drink that looked like a cupcake version of a coffee. “Like, how hard is it to find someone who’s able to fuck me like a whore but talk to me like an adult?! Those men are, like, nowhere to be found!” An image of Minho slamming his cock into you flitted through your mind, but you quickly snapped out of it.

You just continued to laugh because you knew Tiffany dropped guys left and right all the time for the smallest things. “There’s no such thing as a perfect man, Tiff. Might as well accept the truth.”

She grumbled and began to tie her hair up. You took a sip of your iced americano and arched your brow when your friend’s eyes lit up and she instantly took her hair back down and combed her fingers through it. She waved her hand in the air to someone behind you. “Minho! Over here!”

Oh no…

You whipped your head around and, sure enough, the man was walking toward you two with that same annoying-ass grin. After that night almost a week ago, you sent Minho home with an awkward (and slightly sexually charged) goodbye when you decided to take a shower. Since then, the only communication you had with him was a simple exchange of texts the following day:

Minho😈:

How r u feeling today?

Sore? 😏

Kitten😼:

Why?

R u wanting me to leave u a Yelp review?

*Lee Minho: too cocky for his own good*

Minho😈:

Oh? So that WASN’T the best sex of ur life?

Could have fooled me

I counted and… 🤔

Do u want to know how many times u screamed my name?

Kitten😼:

Ur fucking crazy

I have to go get ready

Later, psychopath 🖕

Minho😈:

Can’t wait 😉

…That had been the last form of communication you had had with the man and you definitely felt like you needed to have a serious conversation with him. But you were NOT prepared to see him NOW!

You quickly spun back around and scrambled to pick up your phone to make it seem like you were doing something else other than having an internal panic attack. “It’s about time I caught you on campus! I was starting to think you were avoiding me!” You couldn’t help but glance at your friend when she flirtatiously held his forearm when he reached the concrete ledge of the garden the two of you were sitting on in the courtyard.

“No, not at all. I’m actually glad I ran into you guys.” You refused to look up at him although you could feel his eyes burning holes into you.

“Oh is that so? Well then join us!” She tugged on his arms and you closed your eyes, praying that he wouldn’t accept.

“Sure, I’ve got some time.” Your eyes immediately snapped open and you watched as Tiffany pulled him down to sit on the other side of her. You scowled up at him when he leaned forward so he could talk to you around her. “Hey there, kitten. You seemed to be super interested in your home screen there.”

Tiffany giggled and you looked down to see that you hadn’t even unlocked your phone in your attempt to look busy. You could feel the blood rush to your ears but you just shoved your phone in your bag and fixed your vision on the bustling students roaming the courtyard. “So what if I am?” You tried to deflect the conversation. “Why are you here anyway? Where is your normal posse of goons? The ones I actually like?” And by goons, you mean the infamous Chris, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix. There were Seungmin and Jeongin as well, but they decided to pursue the same path as your brother, but you still missed them…

“Oh, they’re nearby. I told them to meet me out here when they were finished getting their coffee.” Of course they would happen to be here at the exact same time as you.

“Then why aren’t you with them? Did you get lost?” You said as you finally turned to look at him with a sarcastic leer.

Fuck him for looking so incredibly gorgeous for no goddamned reason.

“Nah. I saw you guys out here and I thought it would be fun to come annoy you.” He winked and your face twisted into a disbelieving scoff.

“Okaaaay, I think I’m going to head to class early, babe. I see you two bicker too much anyway.” Tiffany stood up and said to you with a giggle, clearly trying to escape the awkward tension. “Oh! And Minho…” She opened her backpack and ripped a scrap of paper off of her notebook, scribbling something on it and handing it to him. “We never really exchanged numbers even after knowing each other for so long! So I thought I’d finally give you mine.” She bit her glossed lips with a flirtatious smile that annoyed you for some unknown reason. “Call me any time.”

And with that, she strutted off to class. The man looked surprised but slipped the paper into his jeans pocket nonetheless. He smirked at you and you realized you had a disgusted look on your face. “Are you seriously wanting to bag my best friend now? You’re disgusting.”

Your gut churned as you looked away and you froze when you heard him scoot closer to you. “Why? You jealous, kitten?” You could hear the smile in his voice and you scoffed, head turning in the opposite direction from him before turning back.

When you looked at him, he was a lot closer than expected and your breath hitched for a moment before you regained your composure. “And what, exactly, would I have to be jealous of?” You tried to sound firm, but you could feel a hitch in your breath in between words.

You could have imagined it, but you watched as his smile faltered just slightly before returning to its teasing appearance. “I dunno, you tell me. Afraid of someone playing with your pet?”

You had to turn away because looking at him was just too intense. You scowled at the concrete, an uncomfortable retching feeling building in your stomach from the topic. “You can fuck whoever you want, Minho. It’s not like I actually own you…” You puffed out a half chuckle at the idea. You looked at him again and his smile, although still stretched across his face, was lacking in vibrance and color. “I’m just your friend’s naive little sibling that happens to have a pussy. You said it yourself, you offered yourself up to just be a guinea pig because I’m inexperienced. Nothing more.”

Why did it make you slightly queasy to say that? It was the truth.

Now his smile had vanished entirely. “Hey now, that’s not true and you kno–”

“Baby girl!!!” Minho was interrupted by a man running at you full sprint behind Minho and a smile automatically stretched across your face. You immediately stood up and opened your arms as he crashed into you with a crushing hug, picking you up and spinning you around with glee as the two of you giggled.

“Oh my god, Jisungie! It’s been so fucking long since I’ve seen you!” You giggled in his arms. “I know my brother isn’t home these days, but, sheesh man, you know you can still call or text, right?”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, girly.” He made a pouty face as he set you back on your feet and held you by your shoulders. “But I figured Min had been keeping you up to date.” He stated as said man stood up next to you with a grumble.

Jisung was a part of your brother’s group of friends even though he was your own age. However, Minho and Jisung hit it off the most and they undoubtedly had the closest bond within the friend group. This being said, the two ended up being roommates once Jisung graduated high school, and, unless Minho was loitering at your house, the two were attached at the hip.

Unlike Minho, you and Jisung always got along swimmingly. Actually, you loved everyone in your brother’s group except for Minho, which is why it was kind of a comical irony that you and Minho had ended up in your current situation. They all also knew your particular distaste for Minho…

As if reading your mind, the rest of the group soon followed Jisung as you could see them walking towards the three of you. Felix’s arrival was much like Jisung’s as he wrapped you in a huge hug and kissed you on the cheek.

“Where the hell have you been, princess??” Changbin said as he came and ruffled your hair with the annoying title most of them had taken to calling you.

“Buried in my studies, that’s where. As soon as I started here, I instantly regretted cramming most of my credits into freshman year.” You chuckled.

All three of the boys that were also in their freshman year, Jisung, Felix, and Hyunjin, groaned in agreement. “Tell me about it! I even signed up for the bare minimum and I feel like my life is crumbling. I don’t know how you do it!” Hyunjin whined.

“But it’ll be worth it. I did the same in my freshman year and, now that I’m in my senior year, I don’t feel like I’m killing myself just to graduate with my bachelor's.” Chris said from where he had his arm flung over Minho’s shoulder as the younger man wore an artificial disgusted guise from the action.

“You really do need to take it easy sometimes though, love. You’ll burn yourself out.” Felix said with a concerned smile as he played with your hair. Jisung had wrapped his arms around your waist from the other side of you and rested his head on your shoulder and you giggled at the two boys’ affection.

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure I can make it into Veterinary school after graduation.”

“Which reminds me. WE were having a discussion so will you guys–”

“You two?! Talking?! Without tearing each other apart?!” Hyunjin dramatically interrupted Minho as the group looked back and forth between you and him with befuddlement in their eyes.

“Yes.” Minho said through clenched teeth with a scowl at the man who instantly recoiled. The feisty older blonde quickly pried Jisung off of you and eyed the younger’s amused expression. “Now kindly fuck off, all of you vultures.” Minho continued as he grabbed your backpack from the ledge and wrapped his warm fingers around your wrist and briskly dragged you away.

“Bye, princess! I’ll text you and we can all meet up sometime!” Chris bellowed at your retreating form.

“Sounds good!” You waved at the five smiling men with your free hand and they all waved back.

Minho led you out of the courtyard and through a couple of buildings, finally leading you to a semi-demolished parking garage that was notorious for being unoccupied. When the two of you walked in, you saw his car parked in probably the only spot that wasn’t in ruins.

“Have you gone completely brain-dead? Why are you parked in this dilapidated lot? You know they have much closer parking with way less risk of being squashed by rubble?”

He just shrugged as he opened the passenger door for you to get in and simply replied. “Free parking. And I don’t mind walking.”

When he finally hopped in the driver’s seat and started driving you eyed him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re taking me?”

“You don’t have class, right? I thought I’d take you to mine. Make you some dinner as thanks.”

To his? As in his apartment?! “Thanks for what? For letting you fuck me? I’m pretty sure there was a mutual benefit there, Min.”

He puffed out a half-chuckle. “No, you pervert. It’s a thanks for trusting and listening to me the other night by giving me a call to pick you up when you needed me.”

For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up and you scoffed. “Trust might be an overstatement, but that was just because I didn’t have any other choice.” He shot you a crooked grin at your snide comment.

“Well then, I suppose this is me thanking you for using me for yet another reason.” He winked at you and you turned your head to look out your window with a scowl and crossed arms when you felt your face turn bright red.

When you entered his apartment, it wasn’t quite what you imagined. For some reason, you expected to see posters of half-naked women on the walls and trash everywhere. But, as far as you could see, the place was actually clean and decorated very nicely with spotless surfaces and the only thing that you could see that you had expected were the various game consoles by the TV. The typical fuckboy energy was noticeably absent.

There were two separate rooms on the left side of the large living room and a sizable bathroom close to the entryway. The kitchen was on the far wall with some pretty flowing curtains hanging from the windows surrounding it. The living area was directly left of the entryway in front of the kitchen with a large sectional couch and a cozy armchair.

His place was… really nice.

As he shut the door behind him and took off his shoes next to your own, he assessed your face as you looked around. “What do you think?” He almost sounded… hopeful?

You contemplated your response. “It’s… a lot more mature than I had expected…” You couldn’t look at his face as you verbalized the semi-compliment, instead running your fingers over the soft leather of the couch and taking in the concentrated scent of pure Minho.

Why was that so appealing to you?

He chuckled behind you and you whipped around when you heard he was much closer than you had anticipated. “Well… thanks? I guess?” You cursed yourself when your eyes flitted down to his plump lips. And, judging by the shit-eating smile on his face, he knew.

However, instead of acting on it, he just walked around you into his open-floor-planned kitchen. “What do you want to eat, kitten? Canned tuna? Maybe with some warm milk?” He teased.

“Har, har. You’re a comedic genius, asshole.” He just cackled at his own lame excuse for a joke. “I dunno, what do you have?”

He pressed his palms on the countertop of the island and leaned forward, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the prominent veins of his forearms. “I was thinking kimchi fried rice, does that sound good?”

You basically moaned. “Oh god, my favorite.”

He flashed you a crooked smile. “I know.” And with that he simply turned around and got to work, leaving you caught off guard and a tiny bit flustered.

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“That was probably the best kimchi fried rice I’ve had in my entire life.” You groaned from where you sat at the island counter, holding your stomach from how much you ate. “I feel like I’m about to explode, though.”

He briefly lifted a brow at you over his shoulder from the kitchen sink where he quickly washed the dishes. “Was that a compliment I just heard?”

You flipped him off and he guffawed. “Don’t flatter yourself, it was merely an observation.”

He wiped his hands off and moved to stand on the other side of the island from you. “Do you want some wine?”

You glanced at your phone for the time and saw it was already almost six. You thought for a moment and assessed the cute, pleading pout he donned. You rolled your eyes. “Fine, it’d better not be shitty box wine though.” You eyed him speculatively.

He looked disgusted. “Gross. I’m not a Neanderthal, kitten.” He pulled out two wine glasses and sat them on the counter. “Red or white?”

You just stood and walked over to the living room to judge the comfort of his couch. “Don’t care, surprise me.”

As you plopped down, you could instantly feel yourself being absorbed by the plush cushions and you groaned. You closed your eyes for one moment and listened to the pouring of the wine and the clinking of the glasses before he stood in front of you, setting the bottle on the coffee table and handing you a rich red wine. You claimed the glass, swirled it a bit, and sniffed before taking a sip.

The bitterness was perfectly complemented by the sweet and fruity undertone, an obvious decadent fermentation. This surely had to be an expensive red. “Holy shit, Min. What is this, Merlot? Pinot Noir?” You tried to look at the bottle from where the couch was swallowing you, but the label was facing away from you.

“Cabernet actually. You like it?” He inquired as he sipped his own serving.

“It’s probably the best red I’ve ever had.” You savored another large swig.

He narrowed his eyes with a mischievous smile. “The best food and the best booze? I’d say I’m a pretty good host.”

There he goes with the self-appreciation again. You rolled your eyes and continued to drink enthusiastically. “I would hardly consider this booze, Meanhoe. But don’t worry, you still have time to screw it up somehow.” A sudden thought crossed your mind. “By the way, where’s Ji? He should’ve been here by now.”

He just chuckled and refilled your empty glass, which you accepted eagerly. “I told him to stay at Chan and Changbin’s place tonight.”

You arched a brow at him. “You told him to? And why is that?” You were inexplicably anxious as you guzzled your drink a bit. Shit, you were going to develop an alcohol dependency from being around this man.

A grin slowly grew on his face once he took a sip and sat his glass down. “I told him that I was having a pretty girl over tonight.” He was slightly leaning toward you, now biting his lip to tame his smile.

You were drinking more out of bashfulness now. You knew your face was flushed, but you tried to maintain your composure all the same. “How presumptuous of you. Is that the only reason you invited me over? Am I just here so you can bag me and send me on my way?” Your stomach churned painfully at the thought. It’s your fault anyway by agreeing to this mess.

His face fell and his eyes widened in panic. “What? N-no, I–”

“Because if that’s the case, I think I should just leave now.” You chugged the rest of your glass and set it down on the coffee table.

He gently kept you seated by placing a hand on your bicep. You could feel his heat searing through your shirt. “Kitten, no! Listen! I’m sorry I said that. I really just wanted to make you dinner.” You eyed him hesitantly. “We haven’t talked much since that night and I mostly just wanted to get the chance to talk to you alone…”

In your rush to get up, you hadn’t realized how close the two of your bodies had become. You were lost in his pleading eyes as you mumbled. “Then talk…” You tried to sound begrudged, but your voice came off more wistful than you had intended.

His thumb stroked your bicep from where he continued to hold onto it and he sighed. “I know that the other night just kind of happened out of nowhere.” You bit your lip and blushed, memories of the night flooding your vision and making his grip on you seem more intense than it actually was. He sighed and released your arm, allowing your vision to clear a bit. “I wanted to apologize for what happened… I know you’ve always hated me and I didn’t mean to take advanta–”

“What? I don’t hate you.” You blinked at him, bewildered. Yeah, you were always annoyed by him and were irritated by his constant overwhelming presence and teasing. But you wouldn’t say you hated the man.

He looked at you perplexed. “But I thought–”

You cut him off again by placing a delicate hand on his thigh and raising a brow. “Minho, just because I have a general distaste for your antics doesn’t mean I hate you.” He gazed into your weary eyes for a moment and then looked down at where your hand was resting on his bare thigh where his shorts had risen from sitting down.

You were suddenly all too aware of how you had involuntarily leaned toward him, and you pulled your hand back as if you had just placed it on hot coals. You cleared your throat and sat straight again. “So… you don’t hate me?” His wry grin made your blood boil. Damn girl! When did you become so thirsty?

You scoffed and tried desperately to look anywhere but at him. “Don’t get a big head Minho, you still are the most infuriating person I have ever met.” You pushed his shoulder and he cackled. Your lame attempt to hold back a smile was futile as you leaned back and let the couch envelop you once more. You lifted your chin to indicate the wine bottle on the table. “Do you have any more?”

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You had tears in your eyes as you cackled hysterically when Minho was telling you of the time he and Jisung had been forced to make out at one of their parties during a truth or dare game. He explained that the rest of the group was even more bashful than they were when it was all said and done.

“When we dared your brother and Felix to do the same, even though Felix didn’t mind, your brother had to drink the nastiest assortment of cocktails just to get out of doing it. We teased him for months and Felix, to this day, threatens him with smooches.”

You had fallen over on his shoulder and clutched your stomach as it ached from the laughter. He couldn’t control his own chuckle as he sat down his half-empty wine glass next to yours and the two bone-dry wine bottles on the table. Needless to say, you were pretty tipsy.

“What do you mean by make out though? Are we talking just swapping a bit of spit? Or were you full-on licking each other’s tonsils?” You felt a lightbulb blink on in your head and you shot to sit up. “Ooh ooh! Show me how you kissed him!” You puckered your lips and leaned toward him, still unable to contain your giggles. He looked startled momentarily and he leaned back to look between your eyes and awaiting lips before you saw the makings of a smile grow on him.

“Oh, it would be my pleasure, kitten.” You watched the signature evil smirk on his lips and your breath hitched when his palm cupped your rosy cheek. Like a tiger, he pounced on you, making you lightheaded as he immediately intruded your mouth with his tongue.

He was relentless and you were struggling to keep up with his expert tongue as it roamed your mouth and he bit at your lips. His free hand wrapped itself around your waist and held you close as his lips pressed against you aggressively.

When he finally pulled back his hands and released your lips, you found yourself subconsciously reaching for him again. He looked almost as caught off guard with the kiss as you were. Your eyes were glazed over in a wild drunkenness on Minho that affected you way more than the wine had. His face abruptly turned serious when your hands wrapped around his shoulders and tangled in his hair to prevent him from retreating.

He searched your eyes and you found yourself feeling hot all over when he wiped away a stray tear that had escaped from your laughter just moments before the tension rose in the air. Before you knew it, you were surging forward and capturing his lips with yours once again.

He hummed in a surprised tone and returned his hands to your waist as you devoured him. Before long, you swung a leg over to straddle him and pulled yourself flush to him when the ache between your thighs became too strong.

He smiled against your lips but pushed you back by your shoulders. You glowered at him with a huff as he chuckled at your cute pout. “Kitten, I told you this isn’t why I brought you here. Not to mention the fact that we’ve been drinking.”

Your arms that were still wrapped around him still tried to pull him infinitesimally closer and you basically growled like a cock-hungry animal in heat when he resisted. “I get that you’re trying to be polite, Minho, but I legitimately want the opposite of that right now.” His push wavered and you got close enough to whisper against his lips. “I want you to be disrespectful, Minho. I want you to be absolutely filthy.”

You briefly passed your tongue over his pouty upper lip and you could tell that his resolve was close to ruin. His closed eyes and the low rumble in his throat proved as much.

When he still refused to falter, you glared at him with a fire that could burn through his soul. Time to bring down the hammer. “Please, Minho. You aren’t likely to have me so shamelessly groveling for dick again.” You challenged and his eyes opened with a new darkness to them.

You slightly heard him curse under his breath and you were abruptly flipped over onto your back with the man between your legs, your hair splayed out against the velvety soft leather of the couch. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t requested me to be so rude to you, kitten.” He growled as he lewdly surveyed your body with his hands.

“Try me.” You dared him once again, already breathless.

He licked his lips and bit at his lower one as his eyes skimmed the bare skin from your ankles to your shorts. His hands roved over your legs slowly and the ache became even more prominent. You huffed in frustration.

“Minho! Get on with it!”

He looked down at you with an expression you had never seen before and you shivered when he grabbed your arms with blinding force and pinned them above your head. He whispered against your lips with malice. “You want me to be disrespectful?” You pondered, but could only dumbly nod your head as a certain vibration racked your body, the sensation making you an airhead fuckdummy. “Then shut the fuck up, kitten. Or you won’t get anything tonight.”

You were speechless. You had no clue how frightening Minho was when he wanted to be and you knew that you had probably drenched your panties all the way to your shorts with how aroused you were getting. His grip on your wrists had you arching up into him and his bulge against your crotch had you panting.

He sneered and abruptly smoothed his tongue up the column of your neck all the way until he sucked your ear lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. You whimpered and spread your legs further to urge him to press closer.

To your dismay, he pulled his pelvis away from yours as if he knew exactly how much it would drive you mad. You groaned in frustration and glared up at the man smirking triumphantly above you when he wouldn’t release his grip on your wrists. “Fucking Lee Minho! You’d better do something soon or I’m just going to go home and take care of it myself!”

He moved a hand but refused to release yours as he held both of your wrists with the strength of the one that continued to pin your arms. “Is that so?” With his freed hand, he slowly traveled the back of his index finger in a feather-light touch down the center of your forehead. “Because I don’t think…” His finger slowly cascaded down the arch of your nose and over the crest of your lips to continue its way down your neck, cleavage, and abdomen. “...that you can touch yourself the way I can…” Well, shit.

His eyes that had been following the trajectory of his finger suddenly snapped back up to your face as he traveled his way down to the crotch of your shorts, sneaking up inside them from the leg hole and breaching your panties to just barely graze your throbbing entrance. Your brows furrowed and your voicebox had a mind of its own when it ripped out a desperate whine and a small “please”.

His eyes were dripping with lust and you watched as his tongue swiped over his delicious plump lips. “Fuck, that word sounds so pretty coming from your mouth… Say it again for me, beautiful?”

The fog of red mist that blurred your vision and rationality slightly died down enough for you to remember to act annoyed with him. You just glared up at his dark irises in defiance.

He smiled wickedly, knowing precisely what you were playing at. “Wanting to be a brat, are we?” His fingers, which were still playing with the edge of the crotch of your panties, retreated from your shorts entirely and you could have sworn you felt a frustrated scream rise in your throat.

“Wait!” You whined and his hand paused on your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and resigned yourself to becoming a vulnerable bitch-baby tonight, too heated for any alternative. When you opened your eyes, you made sure they looked like hot embers that would burn through his self-restraint and, if the defenseless expression on his face had anything to say about it, you had succeeded. And to hopefully drive your efforts home, you sensually whispered. “Minho… Please.”

The last word came out in a broken whine and you inwardly congratulated yourself when you heard his breath hitch just the tiniest bit.

You weren’t quite sure of the chain of events, but in the blink of an eye, you were thrown over his shoulder and carded away to somewhere else in the apartment. He moved so fast that before you could say anything, you were being thrown down onto a plush mattress and had hands fumbling with the button of your shorts.

When you lifted your hips so he could yank off all obstacles between him and your bare body, you sat up to quickly undo his own jeans. It felt like you couldn’t get them off fast enough, hands shaking with anticipation. When both of you were finally stripped bare, he had you pinned down again with one of his hands and his other hand was already exploring your wet folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groaned against your lips and you could only whimper in response as he slid two fingers inside you and immediately curled them to find your sweet spot again. “You want me to be disrespectful?” He questioned with a smile that pressed up against your panting mouth. When you nodded, he released your hands and crawled in between your legs. “Then I’m not stopping until you beg for my cock.”

The fingers inside you immediately got to work and he sucked on your clit with a force that blinded you. “HOLY FFF–” You couldn’t even finish the word as it got stuck in your throat from the overwhelming velocity he was working with to bring you to your first orgasm. Your hand involuntarily slapping and gripping the sheets with force.

Your jaw was slack and your whole body tense with all of the sensations you felt all at once. Your fingers slowly tangled in his soft blonde hair and you couldn’t even breathe when you reached your starry peak. When your orgasm settled and you finally exhaled with a loud, drawn-out grunt, you realized he wasn’t stopping nor slowing down. If anything, he seemed to be working even harder, flicking your pearl with his tongue even firmer, and thrusting his fingers even faster.

Now, instead of being unable to breathe, you were almost hyperventilating with the oversensitivity of it all. You could definitely finish your words now as you clutched the sheets with white knuckles. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Minho! Minho! OhgodMinho!” His name was a mantra on your tongue and you could almost see the smirk in his dark eyes as he looked up at you.

You were in too much bliss to care at the moment and after your next orgasm crashed over you, you came down from it with a sob. When he still refused to relent, you were in a purgatory of whether it felt like the greatest pleasure you had ever felt or the most painful oversensitivity you could think of.

However, after those first and second orgasms, the next ones seemed to have a snowball effect. The next one happened even sooner after the other and the next one was even faster than the last. This continued until your whole body was in a constant state of tremors. You could barely even recognize your own voice through your sobs as you begged. “P-p-please M-Min–” You exclaimed before a gasp of much-needed air. “Please! I-I need y-you!!”

He smiled up at you and relented, crawling back up to hover over you as he pressed the fingers that were covered in your juices to your awaiting lips. You sucked them in immediately, eyes hooded as you watched his lustful gaze. You suddenly felt him pulling your jaw down with those fingers to open your mouth for him and, once you had opened all the way with his fingers on your tongue, He stuck his own tongue as far into your mouth as he could possibly reach and he licked up the roof of your mouth.

The feeling of the wet muscle against your gums made you want to plead for him to do more god-awful things to you.

You whimpered as your free hand floated between the two of you to grasp his leaking cock. His mouth froze on yours and you felt the vibrations from his moan reviberate into your own mouth. As he released your jaw and moved away from your mouth, you began giving him lazy pumps to coax him to do more. “I need you, Minho. Please…” He froze in place, as if trying to regain his composure, but he failed miserably.

He seemed to be just as desperate as you because he was off you and pulling out a condom from his bedside drawer in a flash of dewy beauty. Your eyes hazily roved over his body as he tore open the condom. You couldn’t deny it, he was most undoubtedly the most beautiful creature you had ever laid eyes on and it pissed you off to admit it.

When he had finally rolled the rubber over his length, you were startled when he roughly flipped you over on your stomach and lifted your hips in the air, slowly sinking into you as the stretch caused both of you to moan in tandem. He had one of his hands digging his fingers into your waist and the other tangling into the hair at your nape, both of them using you as leverage to begin forcefully thrusting inside you with a vengeance.

Your face, which was firmly pressed into the silky smooth sheets, was scrunched up in pleasure and oversensitivity that was arguably even more delectable than before. You had no clue why it felt so good to be manhandled, but you soon realized that this was yet another one of the unknown pleasures that Minho had introduced you to. You were bound and determined to discover even more with him.

You felt like you were melting into the earth as he pounded into you and you felt yet another overpowering pressure threaten to explode in your core. Every thrust pushed out a tiny yelp from your lips and you felt Minho move both of his hands to your breasts and bend down next to your ear. “You have one more for me, kitten. I know you do.” With that, he tweaked your nipples and you cried out loud enough you were sure you shook the foundations of the building. “That’s it, good girl. Cum for me.”

You were shaking profusely through your orgasm and he pumped into you with blinding force until he, too, came unraveled from the pleasure he found in you.

The air was mingled with your combined panting and the steam rising from yours and his skin. When you felt him pull out of you, it was all you could do to not pass out then and there. Your head was in a haze and you just laid there, limbs limp, for an unspecified amount of time. You could vaguely hear some shuffling from somewhere inside his apartment. Some running water, a door opening, and closing, then your field of vision was obstructed by the man standing in front of you in just a pair of boxer shorts.

Holy shit, he’s so goddamned gorgeous.

He set down a glass of water on the nightstand and started wiping your spunk and sweat off of you with a damp cloth. “M-Min, I can–”

“Shhh.” He quieted you, but you were adamant. He had made it painfully clear that none of this was serious, so there was no point in staying longer.

You reluctantly lifted yourself off of the bed and slunk away from his unidentifiable expression as he stood watching you, towel in hand. “I’m going to have to leave anyway so I’ll just save you the trouble. I’ll shower at home.” You really didn’t want to have to make the trip back to your place, but when you looked at the time, it was already almost time for the last nearby transit to stop for the night. “Oh shit, I have to go, I’ll miss the bus!”

You rushed to collect your clothes scattered about the room and you watched out of the corner of your eye as the man aggressively threw the towel in his laundry bin. “If you are gonna leave, at least let me take you home.”

You grimaced at the sharpness of his voice. “What’s the big deal?” To the naked eye, he seemed blasé, but you could tell he was secretly aggravated by the way he pursed his lips and crossed his arms.

He swiftly ran his hand through his hair, still mussed from your eager fingers earlier. It seemed as if he was deep in thought, looking at nothing off to the side until he neutralized his face, looking back at you. “Nothing at all.” He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I would just rather you not head back home so late by yourself.”

You sighed in defeat, the stress of the day beginning to weigh on you. “Fine.” You grumbled and turned to head towards the front door. “Let’s go.”

“Right now?” He asked as he hobbled after you while trying to put on his pants at the same time.

“Yes, Minho. Right now. I’ve sobered up and it’s making me super tired and I have class early in the morning.” Again, he was silent as he threw on the rest of his clothes and led you out of his apartment.

The car was eerily silent the entire way back to your house and when you got out of the car, his only farewell was a solemn “G’night.” Before slowly driving away.

Much to your dismay, the whole encounter made the night a sleepless one and you knew the next day would be a complete nightmare.

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Your head drooped as you struggled to keep your eyes open in the back of class. Several times throughout the day, you had found yourself nodding off in every single one of your lectures. Not to mention the weather was absolutely horrid with the muggy April rain and thunder that threatened to lull you to sleep every other minute. By the end of your last class, you were finally confronted about it.

When you had eventually fallen completely asleep on your desk, you had awoken to a loud thud of a foot hitting the leg of your desk. Your head whipped up at the speed of light and saw your professor standing over you with an arched brow and a disapproving frown. “Really? Now? I would have expected this of some of the other students, but you?”

She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. You quickly stood up and collected your things. “Oh my god, professor I’m SO sorry! I had a hard time sleeping last night and–”

“I don’t care about the reason, just don’t let it happen again.” And with that, she left you without another word, bulldozing over the words that were lingering on your lips.

You marched out of the classroom, unbelievably irritable and aggravated. It’s not your fault you were up all night! Your mind refused to let you sleep! If anyone is to blame, it’s Lee fucking Minho. Why did he have to act like such a pouty prick last night? Just because you saved him the effort of cleaning you even though you were going to immediately shower when you arrived back home?!

You were silently fuming as you made your way through the building and, on your way to the exit, the man of the goddamned hour showed up. Speak of the fucking devil! He was next to an open classroom door that students were filing out of while he leaned up against the wall talking to a classmate.

She was a small, cute, petite blonde and you don’t know why, but just the sight of the duo disgusted you. She giggled and placed a delicate hand on his bicep and you wanted to barf. You knew he was free to see and talk to whoever, but how was it fair that he was wide awake and acting as if he didn’t just get laid the night before while you were utterly miserable?

You had to walk right by him to get out of the building and you were feeling pretty petty anyway, so you used the students passing nearby to your advantage as you fell into step with them. When you neared the couple, his back was to you and you ‘accidentally’, and rather aggressively, shouldered past him and continued on your merry fucking way.

You hadn’t even made it more than a few meters before you heard your name being called and the pattering of fast-paced footsteps nearing you. You decided to just continue walking as if you didn’t hear him and you finally felt the man grab your arm and swing you around to face him. A scowl was already reared and ready to go on your face when he turned you around and it just deepened when you saw his stupid beautiful face with his stupid cocked eyebrow.

“To what do I owe this delightful company you bring on such a gloomy day?” What a complete shift from his icy attitude last night… You couldn’t disguise the absolute disgust that lingered on your face as the petite blonde who Minho had been talking to just moments before decided to slide her slim fingers down Minho’s strong forearm as she passed.

“See you tomorrow night, Minho.” She purred in a sultry tone and a lustful gaze as she walked away backward for a few steps before finally turning and strutting down the hall.

You turned back to Minho with the nastiest grimace you could muster and he looked at you even more smug than before. “Better watch out, kitten. Your jealousy is showing.” He chuckled as he whispered the words close in your ear. The entirety of your hair follicles stood on end and you willed away your goosebumps as you stepped away from him.

“Stop spewing your shit. What do you want with me, Min?” Your question was clipped and you didn’t wait for a response before you started walking towards the exit once again.

He quickly caught up to you and walked in front of you backward, facing you as if it were the easiest thing in the world to match your pace despite the direction he walked. His grin was still dopey and stupidly attractive. “Someone’s got her panties in a twist! Didn’t like my friend back there?” You could see the taunting in his eyes and you just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk from his face.

“I couldn’t care less about your friend.” You failed to hold back the venom from your voice as you spoke and his smile grew. You huffed. “Unlike you, I don’t spend all my free time fucking my friends.” Again, the words were dripping with malice.

His smile faltered. “And who ever said I was fucking around?” His voice had become slightly agitated and you tried to appear unfazed by it.

You shrugged and looked straightforward, just to realize the two of you had come to a complete stop in the abandoned hallway. “You seem to take that sort of stuff pretty lightly, considering all things, and it doesn’t take a genius to see the effect you have on people.” You didn’t even have the chance to gauge his reaction before you were pulled to the side by your forearm.

The next thing you knew, You were being pushed against the door of a small, dark room off to the side. Is this a fucking janitorial closet?

“For your information–” You couldn’t see his face too clearly, but his voice almost sounded like a snarl. Threatening even. “I don’t take that shit lightly. I barely even know that girl outside my classroom.”

“But she said–”

“For christ’s sake, there’s a party tomorrow night! It’s Chris’ last one before he graduates and he wanted me to be there.”

You blanched. “Oh…” You kind of felt hurt that you didn’t know about it, but these were technicallty your brother’s friends. They had no obligation to babysit his little sister while he was away.

You were ever grateful to the pitch darkness of the room so Minho wouldn’t see the sheer disappointment on your face, but his eyes must have adjusted to the light because you suddenly felt the feathering of his fingertips over your cheek. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, kitten.”

You willed back the angry tears and slapped his hand away. “There’s no misunderstanding, Min. We’re fuck buddies. It’s none of my business what you do and don’t do with other people.” It was silent for a beat before you continued. “And I don’t need to know what our–” You huffed and pursed your lips, whipping your head to the side so you didn’t have to face him. “...what your friends are up to.”

He was quick to place his hands on your arms and step closer. “Kitten! They’re your friends too–!”

You wanted to punch something and you cut him off with a raised voice. “And speaking of late night shenanigans–!” You pressed your finger to his chest. “You.” Your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness and you watched as he backed up with wide, befuddled eyes from your aggressive shift in demeanor. “I was up all fucking night because you decided to keep me all wound up from everything that happened last night!”

You could faintly see him trying to hold back an amused smile and stifle a laugh. You almost growled at him as you grabbed his retreating form by the shoulders and turned him around so you were the one pressing him against the door now. “It’s not fucking funny! I got chewed out by my professor because I fell asleep in class!”

He made no attempt to hide his amused smirk and he laughed at your pissed scowl. He leaned down to face level with you and narrowed his smug eyes. “Oh? Did I leave you wanting more?” You scoffed in disbelief at his audacity. “Because I would have happily taken care of it for you if you had stayed with me.”

You were burning from the inside out and you couldn’t tell if it was from the rage or the tension that permeated the small room.

He straightened back up and sighed. “You only have yourself to blame, kitten.” He tried to free himself from your grasp, but you refused to release him. Instead, your body moved on its own as you crashed your lips to his.

You could feel the bewildered tension in his body only for a millisecond before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his tongue eagerly falling in sync with your own. You pulled back only slightly to hiss against his lips. “Fuck that. This is your fault and you’re going to fix it.”

With that, you began quickly unclasping his belt and popping the button open on his jeans. “Woah! Kitten, we’re at school!” Although his words said otherwise, his actions made no move to stop you.

“Exactly. And you’re the one who felt the need to hide us away in this godforsaken closet, so we’re going to make good use of it.” You refused to look him in the eye as you sank down to your knees and mouthed at his slowly hardening dick over his boxer briefs.

The shudder of his breath was music to your ears and you hummed against him when he smoothed his hands over the top of your head. “Fuck, kitten…” He groaned. “I thought I was supposed to take care of you.” You felt the soft thud of his head leaning back against the door.

You pulled your mouth away so you could free his erection from its breaches. “Yeah, and I would rather be ‘taken care of’ with a hard dick rather than one so flaccid you’d think you just walked in on your naked grandma.” You eagerly sucked down his length and the weight of his cock on your tongue made you press your thighs together.

His voice was strained as he grunted his approval. “Trust me, kitten. You’re able to make me hard as a rock in no time at all, even without needing to do all this.” With that, he grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off him. He bent down and angled your head up to look straight at him. “Now get up off that disgusting floor and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll feel it through next week.” The huskiness of his voice had you swimming in your panties and, after he tucked himself back in his pants, you quickly obliged as you let him drag you outside and to his car.

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“Shitfuckshit more, Minho!” You were almost sobbing from the damned tease and the firm patterns he was applying to your clit in the car as he rushed back to his apartment. You were basically dry-humping his hand as he continued to torment you over the thin fabric of your leggings and you could almost cry in relief when he finally parked in the lot of his building.

You couldn’t get inside the door quick enough before you were on him like a pack of wolves, devouring every inch you could get your claws on. He was quick to respond as he returned your ravenous kiss and stuck his hand under the waistband of your leggings and underwear. His finger ran along your folds and you gasped at the delectable touch. “Shit… you’re so fucking wet…” He groaned against your mouth and you felt yourself being led backward so he could press you up against the wall.

He pulled away from your mouth to look at you as he slid two fingers into you and pressed his palm firmly against your clit. You threw your head back against the wall, jaw slack, as you held his strong forearm in a vice grip and ground down on his hand. All the while feeling the muscles move under the skin of his arm. He obviously enjoyed your reaction as he bit his lip to hold back a cheeky grin. You tried to restrain your noises, but a choked sob breached your lips when he latched his lips onto your neck.

His fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you and it was heaven but hell at the same time. You couldn’t control the buckling of your knees and felt his other hand tighten around your waist.

When he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he retreated his hand from inside you and he laughed at your affronted face, completely offended that he would rob you of such pleasure. However, this was quickly rectified once he sunk down to his knees and stripped off your undergarments. You were breathing heavily as he looked up at you with blackened eyes that bore into your soul.

Wordlessly, he took one of your bare legs and draped it over his shoulder, pressing his moist lips to your inner thigh soon after. Your breath shuddered when his other hand ran its fingers through your inner labia once again and your gasp was evident when he gently kissed your clit. Still staring into your hooded eyes, he slowly inserted three fingers and you mewled at the stretch.

When his lips and tongue clasped around your clit, you were done for. Instead of thrusting his fingers, he was now digging and pressing rapidly against your g-spot as your orgasm washed over you. You whined and mewled as he led you through your high and you had absolutely drenched his face and your legs.

You grabbed at his shirt to pull him up and he chuckled as you pulled him by the collar to his bedroom.

You found yourself aggressively pushing him down on the bed and fumbling at his belt and jeans to rid him of them. When you finally shed both of y’all’s clothing completely, leaving no separation between your bodies, you instantly climbed up him to straddle him.

He quickly grabbed your hips as you lifted your hips to position him at your core. “Woah, wait! L-let me get a condom!” He shuffled to remove you from his lap, but you refused to move. Instead, you dropped yourself to place your sopping pussy up against the length of his flattened dick, not penetrating, just teasing as you slid your heat up and down him.

It looked as if the action knocked all of the breath out of him and the grip he had on your flexing thighs was enough to make you shudder from the delicious pain. He had his head thrown back against the plush bedding and had his eyes scrunched up as if he was using every ounce of his willpower to not just fuck you raw. But that was what you needed from him.

Still grinding on his twitching cock, you leaned forward to run your tongue along his collarbone. “Have you ever fucked anyone raw, Min?” You giggled as his head shot up and his eyes bulged out of his head.

“W-what?! No!” You bit your lip and closed your eyes momentarily, appreciating the drag of his tip against your throbbing clit.

When you opened your eyes again, he looked almost like he was in pain. “Well… I assume you’re clean… and I know I’m clean… and on birth control… and I’m used to not needing…” You looked away blushing and his dick twitched beneath you.

“Holy mother of god…” He slightly sat up and grabbed your face to smash your lips together, using his tongue to explore the entirety of your mouth before pulling back to search your eyes. “Are you absolutely sure, kitten?” He sounded distraught and your vision was hazed over with lust as you continued to grind on him.

“Of course, you might be a piece of shit, but I trust you…” You briefly moved your smirking mouth to nibble at his ear and whispered sensually into it. “I like the feeling of being filled up. The feeling of cum hitting my walls and spilling out slowly is my number one weakness.” He whispered dozens of expletives in response and squeezed you infinitesimally closer by your ass.

“Just a fair warning…” He growled against your neck as he lifted your hips. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last if I go in raw…” You giggled and reached in between your flush chests to grab his painfully hard erection to position him at your entrance and his breath shuddered as he rested his head against your shoulder.

Both of you emitted loud, pornographic moans as you sank down on him and you relished in the thought of your ass being bruised in the shape of his fingerprints. You had to wait and adjust to his size once more and you didn’t think you would ever be able to get over how amazing he felt. You were trembling, he was sweating, and both of you had moved to lazily entangle tongues.

When you made a move to start grinding, he gripped your hips again. “J-just a little bit longer… you have no idea how amazing you feel.” You don’t know why, but you felt a fluttering in your stomach and, in fear of what it might mean, you willed it away. Instead, you replaced it with mischievousness.

You began a slow journey with your tongue dragging down his jaw, neck, and clavicle just to find your destination on his strong pec. You lazily kissed and sucked all around it and when you closed your mouth around his nipple, you squeezed your pussy tight around him just before you felt a jolt beneath you.

“Fuck!” He grunted and his fingers dug into your hips further, producing a pain that you would have never realized would be a turn-on. You could feel his glare burn into you where you were latched onto his pec and you hummed against him, repeating the action as you flicked your tongue. “Motherfu–”

He cut off his swear short when you felt yourself being lifted off of him and thrown onto your back in the soft bedding. You gasped and he growled as he sunk back inside you, this time not relenting as he crushed your cervix.

“You’re a fucking brat.” He snarled against where his mouth was devouring your neck. “You asked for this, kitten…” He left the skin of your neck chilled with his saliva as he pulled back and poised himself up on his knees. You were thrumming with need as you watched him grab your ankles and throw your legs over his shoulders, hefting your hips up with his strong arms and nailing you directly in your sweet spot.

The breath was knocked clear out of you.

Your eyebrows scrunched, your jaw slackened, and your whole body went taut with the overwhelming feeling of just him. He was all you could feel, see, smell, taste, and hear as he continued to relentlessly pound into you. Minho. Minho. Minho!

He folded you in half when he kneeled down to lick your lips open and you let him in willingly. It wasn’t long before your lips forgot to move against his as you released small “ah– ah– ah” ‘s with every thrust, all the while he was lapping up the saliva that pooled at the edges of your mouth. He barely had to even graze his thumb over your clit before you came with a cry of his name on your lips.

You were still riding your high when you ran a hand through his sweaty hair. You could see the restraint in his features. “Cum in me Minho, please.” His head dropped down to your breast with a moan and a few breathless expletives before you felt him empty himself inside you, a feral grunt seeping out of his clenched teeth that had bitten down on the swell of your breast.

You gasped at the delicious feeling and threw your head back, baring your neck to him and prompting him to glide his tongue up the length of it.

Once he pumped out every last drop and his tongue had finished properly tasting the entirety of your neck, he flopped over on his side next to you. The air almost seemed to be laden with steam and arousal and all of your exhaustion from the night before, that day, and the mind blowing sex came crashing down on you like a tsunami.

The last dregs of your consciousness were consumed with Minho cleaning you, changing you, and hydrating you before you passed out beneath the sheets that smelt like the concentrated scent of just Minho…

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Hannie🐹:

Hey beautiful

Princess👑:

Well hello Jisungie

To what do I owe this rare attempt of social interaction?

Hannie🐹:

Oh shush, u haven’t tried to reach out either!

Princess👑:

True, but the question still stands

Hannie🐹:

Ur coming to Chan’s party tonight right?

You tried to bury the sting that the question presented, but it still hit a sore spot to know that even that one random chick Minho was talking to knew before you did. You gulped back the lump in your throat.

Princess👑:

I didn’t think I was invited

Hannie🐹:

What? Why wouldn’t u be?

Princess👑:

Well the fact that I had to hear about it from someone else was a big indicator

You cringed after you sent the message, realizing the salt that was poured all over that sentence.

Hannie🐹:

What?!?!

Princess👑:

It really is fine Hannie

No one expects you guys to include me just because I’m ur friend’s little sister

When he didn’t respond, you assumed he had just dropped the issue, deciding that you weren’t worth the trouble. However, as you were walking out of your last class of the day, your phone lit up in your hand with the caller ID indicating that your conversation was far from over.

“Hannie?” You raised the phone to your ear as you walked down the campus sidewalk.

“Pardon my manners, princess, but you’re a goddamned idiot if you think you’re only ‘his little sister’ to us.” You balked at his words. “For starters, you are our friend just as much as he is.” You felt your steps slow with each word from his mouth. “Secondly, the only reason you didn’t hear about it sooner is because Hwang Hyunjin is a complete pabo. He was in charge of telling you, like, a century ago and apparently he forgot to tell not only you, but a whole bunch of other people.”

Was that really true? Or was he just trying to make excuses?

“Either way, Chan definitely wants you there and I know for a fact that I want you there.”

“Ji, really, it’s fi–”

“Please?” You could practically already see the cute pout on his face and you habitually smiled.

After a long sigh and some deliberation, you caved. “Okay, fine. Send me the time and address.”

The next what felt like a whole thirty seconds was filled with the adorable sound of Jisung’s triumphant self-appreciation as he sent you the information. You couldn’t hold back the giggles of endearment for the man and the call ended with a smile on your face.

“Ooooh, who was that? If the smile on your face is anything to go by, its a boooy~” You heard your best friend’s chipper voice ring from where she sauntered up beside you, scaring you half to death.

You jumped and held your hand to your heart as she giggled at you. “My god, Tiff! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She grabbed your hand that was pressed to your chest and swung your intertwined hands as she walked with you to the bus stop.

“Sooo, who was it?”

“Just Jisung.” You shrugged as the two of you sat on the bench to wait.

“Oh my gosh!” Tiffany gasped and clutched your arm, earning a raised brow from you. “Did he tell you about Chan’s party?! Are you going?!”

OF FUCKING COURSE she knew before you. You had to take a deep breath to maintain your composure and not blow the fuck up. “Yeah, are you?”

“Um, of course?!” She said as if you were crazy to even ask. “Do you think Minho will be there?”

Her question threw you for a loop and your mind was immediately brought back to earlier that morning when you snuck out of his apartment before he woke up. You definitely didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness of being kicked out so you went ahead and took it upon yourself to initiate the task.

You sucked your teeth in and stood up, watching as the bus slowly approached. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

She flashed you a mischievous grin and swiftly turned to take a seat in the back. When you joined her, she swiveled in her seat to face you. “I want you to help me hook up with him.”

You felt like you had just been punched in the gut. “WHAT?!” You startled at your own raised voice and shyly bowed your head in apology to the few surrounding onlookers. You looked back to your friend and you really hoped your face didn’t betray your panic.

Why, of all people, did she want to start pursuing your Minho? No. No, he’s not yours. He’s just a friend. Was he even considered a friend? Shit, the lines were blurring.

“What? I totally know he’s into me and I might have a better shot tonight if you talk me up.” Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice your inner turmoil.

Wait.

What did she say?

“How do you know he’s into you?”

She rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile. “He saved my number, love. He texted me today and asked if we were going to the party. A guy doesn’t save a girl’s number unless he’s for sure into them. Especially if the girl has been very obviously flirting with them and is not just a buddy-buddy relationship.”

You felt like you had just been bitch slapped and you sensed an indescribable feeling rise in your throat, prompting you to force yourself to swallow it back. Why was he texting your best friend? “H-how do you know he’s not already taken?” You knew he wasn’t, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of him being with your best friend.

“Again, he saved my number.” She actually seemed somewhat annoyed now. “What’s the big deal? Are you going to help me or not?”

Your throat was completely dry and you felt the heat pumping through your veins. “You can have so many guys, Tiff. Why Minho, exactly?” You grimaced as she crossed her arms and glared at you.

“Oh my fucking god. What is your DEAL? Is it just because you hate the man?! Get over yourself, sweetheart. He’s a grown man and I’m a grown woman and there is clearly a mutual attraction so I’m not going to let your pettiness get in the way of my fun. If it really bothers you, then forget I asked. I can win him over by myself anyway.” She sneered as she turned her attention to the window and thus ended the conversation.

You felt tears prick at your eyes and you didn’t quite know where you were, but you pressed the button to be let out of the bus anyway. Why? Just why did it have to be her to steal him? No, not steal… He’s not yours…

He’s NOT yours…

When you stepped out, you took a large gulp of fresh air and willed the tears away. You refused to let her demean you. You refused to let her ruin your fun tonight. You refused to let her win. The fucking bitch needs to be knocked down a few notches and learn that she can’t just earn everything by spreading her legs. Well, that is if Minho didn’t take her bait…

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Tiff💞:

Hey babe

Can we just forget about earlier?

I’ll see you tonight kay?

😘

Not even an apology or anything. What a bitch. You probably looked like you had murder on your mind as you looked down at your phone and back up at Chan’s frat house. You took a deep breath to will the fury from your soul and smoothed your hands over your clothes, only slightly self-conscious of the dainty material you had recently purchased.

For no particular reason whatsoever, you had recently decided to go shopping for a few outfits of the, um… more mature variety. Not to impress anyone in particular… Definitely not to gain the attention of a certain someone… You just wanted to broaden your wardrobe. That’s it. No other reason…

You still wore your regular combat boots because there was no overcoming your ability to break your ankles in heels, but the rest of the outfit was definitely new to you. (Plus, the black boots kind of looked cute with the rest of the outfit.)

Your sheer black tights were silky smooth up your legs to be met with a short (almost too short) high-waisted solid black mini skirt. The real kicker was your top. It was a jet-black eyelash-lace corset/cami top that rose well above your navel and you were almost too chicken to wear it due to it looking practically like lingerie. But the issues with Tiffany and Minho made you uncharacteristically bold that night. You decided to wear a form-fitting leather jacket (also black of course), but it still left most of your top visible.

You, once again, willed your breathing to steady as you walked up the steps and opened the front door.

The party was in full swing as you warily made your way through the party goers. It was almost impossible to focus due to the crowd, the noise, the heavy air, and the dim lighting (minus the flashing and colored lights that lit up most of the open area of dancers).

Is this the norm for college parties?

You didn’t even know where you were going, you just knew there was one person you were subconsciously searching fo–

…Minho…

You halted in your tracks and you watched in horror as you saw that your best friend had found the man first.

Bile rose in your throat as you watched Minho hand her a drink with a smile and she clung onto his arm like a fucking leach. Hyunjin and Changbin were with them, but Tiffany only seemed interested in running her hands over Minho’s muscular arm and talking in his ear, entirely too close to him with her filthy lips.

You were sure you were gonna be sick.

You saw Minho’s eye wander about the room as Tiffany took a breath long enough to take a drink, and you panicked when his gaze snapped to yours. Before you could even acknowledge either of your’s reactions, you beelined it to the kitchen with all the alcohol that you had passed earlier and shoved your way through the crowd to hastily find the room and make your drink. A strong drink.

You had just finished stirring it when you felt a gentle hand on your elbow. You whipped your head around to be faced with the bane of your existence. He was so damned beautiful you wanted to just punch him square in the face. The top half of the buttons on his black button-up were undone to show off the low neckline of his white undershirt, causing your eyes to want to wander down to his perfectly defined chest that was adorned with a single silver pendulum necklace and a beaded choker that would look feminine on anyone but him. His blonde hair was styled back out of his face and it accentuated his beautiful, dark round eyes.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you–” Before he could finish his sentence, he must have noticed your ensemble due to the fact that his eyes were bugged out and were blatantly gazing down at your clothes. “Oh fuck…” He whispered so low you almost didn’t catch it. When he cleared his throat and came back to the land of the living, his cheeks were pink when he said, “You look so fucking gorgeous…” Your exhale was shaky and you could almost get drunk off of his handsome grin alone. You hated it.

It took you a moment to rip your eyes from him, but when you did, you decided it was necessary for you to chug your drink for dear life.

“Woah, woah! The night’s only started!” When he made a move to still your cup, you pulled it away from him with a glower.

“For me maybe, but who knows how long you and ‘little miss man eater’ over there have been exchanging verbal foreplay.” Minho’s eyes widened comically and turned back to look at Tiffany who was glaring daggers at you both.

“I’m sorry, verbal what???” He asked incredulously as he turned back to you. You heard me dickwad. However, instead of voicing your thoughts, you just huffed out a disbelieving half-chuckle and turned back to refill your drink.

This definitely needs to be twice as strong.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me…” You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was headed. “Kitten, are you jealous?” You turned back around to be met with a shit-eating grin and you were about two seconds away from kicking him where the sun doesn’t shine until you suddenly found the other five men you were here for huddled by a wall talking amongst themselves away from your so-called bestie.

You just clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, walking away without a word and marching over to the group.

Jisung saw you first, a huge smile lighting up the entire room until it was instantly erased with an expression that looked like he suddenly shat out a brick. At first, you were concerned, that was until the other four followed his gaze and had the same series of reactions. It was only when you got closer that you saw all of them ogling your outfit and you found yourself wanting to shrink into yourself at the attention.

“H-Hey guys!” You said with a wary smile as you stopped in front of the semi-circle they made at your arrival. It was only from your words that their trances were broken and they all looked back up to your face with blushing faces before not-so-subtly avoiding your eyes. You felt embarrassment wash over you like a bucket of ice and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you averted your eyes down to make yourself look small. “I… I’m sorry… did I overdo the outfit? I haven’t really ever been to one of these parties. Heh…”

You nervously chuckled and rubbed the cold sweat off the back of your neck with one hand while the other was still firmly wrapped around your torso. “No!” You heard multiple panicked voices say in tandem before the sound of clearing throats.

Felix, the angel, smiled sweetly at you and stepped forward to wrap you in a hug. “Of course not, sweetie. You look beautiful.” He stepped back as the rest agreed and Jisung stole the next hug.

“More like a fucking goddess!” You felt your feet lift off the ground as he squeezed your waist and your cheeks flooded with heat when he pressed his soft lips to your cheek before retreating.

After the rest greeted you similarly, Chris stepped to the side to reveal a tray of shots on the small table behind him. “Now that the whole group is finally here, we can finally start the real fun!” You’re part of their group? Everyone grabbed one of the seven shot glasses before Chris handed yours directly to you with a whisper in your ear. “Don’t take anything from anyone unless they’re one of the six of us, yeah?” The hot breath you felt against you made you shiver, but you nodded regardless.

“Yah! Get out of her ear, perv!” Minho shouted from behind him as he held his own shot. Chris stepped back to look at him with raised brows, but you intervened first.

“Oh calm down, Minho. We’re all adults here.” Changing your threatening tone to a lighter one, you raised your glass. “To Chris’ last year! We’ll miss you Channie!” And you, in the slightly petty and tipsy mood, planted a kiss right on Chris’ cheek, startling the blushing man in the process. Tension set aside, everyone raised their glasses to dink ‘em and sink ‘em. Minho only downing his after he was finished glowering at your smug face.

You caught up with them for a little bit, but with every passing minute, you felt the drinks start to hit you. And, as per usual, when you drank, you got very… touchy-feely. Your first victim was Felix, but that was because the man was always ready for cuddles. After that, you had stolen Jisung from Minho, who was possessed with about the same amount of drunken clinginess, the latter having Jisung previously wrapped around him as the elder had his own arm thrown over his shoulder. However, Jisung was happy to switch to wrapping his arms around your semi-bare waist instead when you beckoned him.

It was just as Changbin was giving a very detailed speech to Hyunjin about the importance of cardio when you glanced over at Minho. Your eyes widened when you took in the absolutely livid expression he had directed at Jisung and Felix before a wry smile grew on your lips.

A plan formed in your head. A wicked, evil little plan to give Minho a taste of his own medicine. However, before you could execute it, the she-devil showed up and found purchase around Minho’s arm again.

“There you are! I thought you said you’d be right back!” She said with what was supposed to be a cute pout, but all you saw was the manipulative sneer hidden in her eyes as she glanced at you. Minho looked at her with wide eyes and then back at you with what looked like anxiety.

“Wha– I– Um…” As he was babbling in his loss for words, you pulled away from the boys surrounding you and turned around to face them with a dubious grin that didn’t reach your eyes.

With your back facing Minho, you downed your drink and rid yourself of your jacket, letting the refreshing air conditioning soothe your previously confined arms. When you placed your empty cup and jacket on the small table behind them, you extended your hands out to the men. “C’mon, who’s going to show a girl a good time tonight and dance with me?”

You eyed Chris who was already gulping down his own drink, the man staring at all the bare skin you had on display all the while, and setting his empty cup next to your own. You smiled up at him as he took one of your hands and you watched Jisung’s eyes flick over to Minho before grabbing your other one. Your smile brightened further and you hugged them both by the neck giddily before dragging them over to the makeshift dancefloor.

You could feel several pairs of eyes watch as the three of you retreated and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug with the thought of Minho and Tiffany being a couple of them.

You felt the alcohol wash away your anger and jealousy and let the upbeat music pump through your veins as you danced between the two men. At first, it was very PG, but the density of the crowd thickened and soon enough Chris was up against your backside while Jisung was against the front. The more hyped you got from the heavy air, loud beats, and strong drinks, the more bold your dancing became.

You had one arm thrown around Jisung’s neck and the other thrown around the back of Chris’ head from behind as you began grinding against the pair. They must have been equally as plastered because their roaming hands were definitely encouraging you. Jisung’s hands roved over your waist and abdomen as Chris’ paved their way up and down your hips and thighs.

All of you were sticky with sweat and the feeling of Chris’ breath on your neck and Jisung’s lustful eyes watching your body move was making you even hotter. Even though you were super insecure at the beginning of the night, you now felt bold and sexy and wanted. You felt a sliver of pride that you were still able to make men covet you even if… others didn’t.

After a while, you felt that same hot breath from behind you talk into your ear again. “I’m gonna tap out for a bit gorgeous.” Chris said before he kissed your cheek and weaved his way through grinding bodies to head back over to the group.

You returned your eyes to your remaining dance partner who met your gaze with hooded lids. You allowed yourself to be pulled flush against him, but you turned so your back was up against him now as you grinded and rolled against his firm body. Your whole mind was clouded and all you knew was how good the body against you felt.

With the man out of your line of vision, you closed your eyes and let yourself be consumed in the moment. Your hands reached back and threaded through his silky hair and you felt the fingers that trailed down your hips tickle the spot where your outer thighs met your skirt.

You gasped when you felt his hard cock push into your lower back and he squeezed you tighter when you rolled back into it. Gosh, Minho, you feel so good.

But why did Minho’s fingers feel longer when you went to grab them?

Your internal question was already forgotten when you felt his warm lips touch down on the soft curve of your neck and the next thing you knew, you were dragging him to the nearest secluded area to taste those lips that you always seemed to crave now. The lips that made you cum a hundred different ways by now.

Turns out the nearest secluded spot was a door that led out to a small side patio that was somehow completely deserted. Without much thought, you whipped back around with blurry vision as you pressed your lips to his. Well… tried to at least. It took a couple tries to hit your target, but when they did, you groaned and instantly tangled tongues with him. But…

Why does this seem so foreign? Does it just feel different because you were drunk? And had Minho been wearing a t-shirt this whole time?

When you allowed your hands to roam up under his shirt, the lustful groan the man emitted had your eyes flying open. That is definitely NOT Minho’s voice.

“Ji-Jisung?” He fluttered his eyes open when you sprang off of him, stumbling back like a fucking hooch monkey, and he gave you a confused blink.

“Wha– Huh? What’s wrong, princess?” He stumbled a bit as he picked himself off the wall you had pressed him against and you covered your mouth in mortification. You could only widen your watery eyes and shake your head in disbelief as you watched him look more and more concerned. It wasn’t until he grabbed your face to wipe your tears that you realized you started crying. “Oh my god, are you okay? Did I hurt you?!”

He sat you down on a patio chair to squat in front of you and rubbed soothing circles on your knee as you buried your face in your hands. “Nononononono!” Your turmoil was muffled behind your hands and you started sobbing as you looked back up at Jisung. “I-I’m s-so sorry J-Ji–”

He was frantically searching your eyes and he ran his palms up and down your arms. “What in the world for?” Confusion was tattooed across his face and you felt even more ashamed that you would have to explain.

“I…” You tried to gulp down breaths to explain between sobs and slurred speech. “I d-din’know it was you who…” Another round of tears cascaded as you saw a distraught realization wash over him. You felt awful for using your friend so horrendously. You couldn’t believe how selfish you were just because you didn’t want to share…

Minho…

Minho must have gone home with Tiffany. Why wouldn’t he, right? She was beautiful and sexy and you were a completely sloshed jackass. He probably never wanted to see you ever again after one night with that dick-whipped cunt of a woman.

You felt your whole body start shaking as another round of sobs wracked your body and Jisung quickly wrapped you in his arms. “Shh shh, it’s okay. You haven’t done anything wrong, sweetie. It’ll be okay…” His calm and reassuring voice made you squeeze onto your friend for dear life.

“I-I’m s-so s–” He just continued his gentle hushing to get you to calm down and he helped you focus on your breathing. Tears still flowing down your face but sobs having died down, you sat back to look at him. “Ji…”

“Shhh, it’s okay. We’re both drunk, it happens.” He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t do anything to make you feel like you weren’t an absolute piece of shit.

“Ji, I…” Your words had zero filter as they supplied a watery– “I-I think ’m in love w'Minho.”

His eyes widened. You expected him to freak out. To call you a whore or spit on you. What you didn’t see coming was the slow smile that crept across his cute cheeks. “Minho-hyung?” You nodded with a sniff and he instantly wrapped you in a hug again. His voice was muffled against your hair a bit, but he replied tenderly. “I can think of no person more deserving of your love than him.”

What on god’s green earth did he mean by that?

He sighed and pulled back again, wiping away more tears. “Have you thought about telling him that?” The question had your mind reeling and you felt sick of just the thought of it.

Wait. Maybe it’s not the idea that made you sick. Maybe it was…

In the blink of an eye, you threw yourself off the chair and leaned over the railing, immediately hurling your guts all over the manicured lawn below. As the snot, tears, and vomit evacuated your body, you felt Jisung’s cool hands pull your hair out of the way and rub soothing circles on your back. This man is just too good for this world…

You felt like you spent years over that railing, somehow more still coming out, until you heard the door to the house open and close. “What happened?” Was that Minho’s voice? Why is he still here?

You lifted your head to look back at him, not even considering the fact that you probably (most definitely) looked like a trainwreck on steroids. “W-why’re you he–” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before you were ralphing again.

“Evidently, she’d mistaken me for you, do you have that water I asked for?”

“Yeah.” When did he even ask Minho to come out here?

“Here, kitten. Drink this.” He held up a bottle of water next to you and you eagerly grabbed it. “Don’t chug.” He said holding it out of reach before he gave it to you. “You’ll make yourself even more sick.” You sat down again and slowly nursed on the water as your eyes stayed glued to the piece of artwork that was Lee Minho.

You watched his beautiful lips move as he faced Jisung, but you didn’t hear any of the words that were exchanged. All you could hear was the thrumming of blood through your veins in your ears and the bass of the music from inside. Also when you heard the beautiful melody of Minho’s laugh… MY. GOD. The man was just too perfect…

Your vision slowly faded as you stared at his pretty eyes and you just wished you could dive into the two black pools of his irises. The darkness that was slowly encompassing your vision was thwarted when you felt yourself being buckled into the back of an Uber by Minho as he slid in next to you and gave the driver his address.

Before you could think about what you were about to say, you chuckled. “Y’mean Tiff in’t ‘lready spread-eagle on yer bed?”

You expected him to get annoyed, but he just side-eyed you with an amused smirk. “You’ve got it pretty bad, huh?”

“Well excuse me for having experience with a man who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for other college girls.” Well, that was surprisingly well-enunciated… However, before you could pat yourself on the back for that small victory, you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open and you raised your hand to take a drink, only to find your hand bottleless. Who the fuck drank all my water?

The look he gave you was melancholy and he gently pat your knee before responding. “Don’t worry, kitten. Tiffany isn’t at my place. And I doubt your parents would be thrilled to be woken up so late by hearing you stumble in the house at two in the morning. Hence my reasoning for us staying at my place. Is that alright?”

You didn’t even register your dumb nod as you zoned out on his beautiful face. His features were so breathtaking that your hand moved unbidden and you found yourself tracing the sharp contours with your shaky fingers. He didn’t move a muscle as your fingers ghosted over his nose, eyelids, jaw, and then finally the plump outline of his lips.

“Y-yer so b’tiful Min…” His eyes burned with a familiar fire and he gently lowered your hand when the car pulled up to his place.

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Minho😈:

Where did u go?

Kitten?

R u at least safe?

Please talk to me

I called ur parents and they said ur alright

I’m sorry if I hurt u in any way

I would never intentionally do anything to harm u

U mean so much to me…

Just… let me know when ur ready to talk…

You scanned the texts that had been flooding in all day after you snuck out of his place without a word at the crack of dawn. Made easier due to the fact that he was courteous enough to sleep on the couch due to your inebriated state. You remembered everything. Everything. Including your agonizing realization of your feelings for the man.

Your phone clattered to the ground when you chucked it and turned over in your bed to bury your face in your pillow. Luckily, you didn’t ever really get hangovers, but that didn’t mean you weren’t entitled to a day to wallow in self-pity. So this is where you’ve been all day, the night quickly approaching as you squeezed your pillow tighter.

You weren’t worthy of his attention. You were just a convenient pussy. Tiffany is way more experienced and probably showed him some of that expertise last night. If your last boyfriend couldn’t even be satisfied with you, who else would? You were a shit friend who used Jisung, one of your best friends, as a tool. You were worse than nothing. You were a disease.

You felt yourself drowning in a sinkhole of your thoughts before a knock at your bedroom door pulled you out of it. You kept your face buried as the door opened and heard your mom’s sweet voice. “Honey?”

You just responded with a non-commital grunt.

“Minho called again…” Silence. “Honey, I know you two were never on the best of terms, but he’s trying so so hard to mend that since your brother left. I don’t know what happened between you two, but I just know he sounded genuinely upset.” You felt the tears well up in your eyes and kept your head firmly planted in ur pillow, slowly suffocating yourself.

You felt a dip next to you in the bed and the gentle hand of your mother rubbing your back.

She was silent for a moment before she sighed. “I never told you this, just because he asked me not to, but I think it might be necessary now…” That caught your attention just enough to twist your head to look at her loving smile. “When you and your boyfriend broke up, Minho called me every single day for a week to check and see if you were alright. He was the one who bought your favorite snacks every day, not your dad.”

You furrowed your brows and sat up next to her. “W-why didn’t he want you to tell me?”

She gave you a soft smile and patted your knee before she stood up. “That’s something you’re going to have to ask him yourself.” She turned back to you when she reached the door. “Your father and I are going to an office party tonight and won’t be back until late. Really late.” She raised her brow, hinting at a suggestion. “Call us if you need anything. I love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Mom…” You mumbled as she left the room.

When the door shut behind her, you pulled your knees to your chest and buried your face in your hands. How could this happen? You’ve disliked this man ever since high school, it just doesn’t make any sense to start falling in love now. I mean, his dick is magic, sure. But you’ve been craving to just see him any time of day just to simply be around him! He’s probably sick of your mixed signals and mood swings.

It had taken you by surprise when you woke up an hour later to the sound of the doorbell, not even realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. Your parents had probably already left when you were sleeping, so you scrambled up out of your bed and went to answer the door.

When you opened the door, your heart stopped. No other man on the planet could sport a bare face, discheveled hair, and sweatpants and still look like a fucking god like Minho did. You had only started to realize just how gorgeous he was when he hit his senior year of high school. It had pissed you off at the time, but now… well, actually no, it still pissed you off. It just wasn’t fair to have such power over you with that piercing gaze and ability to make hearts stop at the sight of him.

“Minho…” You whispered as your eyes widened. He stood in the doorway and scratched the back of his head.

“Sorry, I… I didn’t want to let myself in because… because I didn’t know if you wanted to see me or not…” I always want to see you. You cursed your own thoughts for being so weak for the man. Without a word, you stepped to the side to let him in. “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, kitten. But I just had to make sure you were alright.” He mumbled as he looked down to step out of his shoes. “Or upset with me…”

Boots unexpectedly ran up to Minho with a cute little meow as she rubbed her face and beautiful black fur against his legs with quiet purring. You both smiled down at the adorable feline and Minho bent down to scoop her up in his arms, knowing how much she loved to be held (unlike other cats) by people she trusted. You felt a fluttering in your chest just watching him hold her. Knowing that, just like your precious boots, you had also come to care for the man.

You raised your hand to pet Boots, but your eyes were fixed on Minho’s. “I’m not upset with you Minho… If you want someone else, it’s not my place to get in between that.” You turned to head back to your room, but as you approached your bedroom door, a gentle hand loosely wrapped itself around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

You warily turned around and Minho’s expression was a mixture of anger and hurt. “If you think, even for a second, that I prefer her over you, you’re more stupid than I thought.” He said the words with a lethal calm that made shivers run down your spine. Your face was incredulous, but he ignored it. “The idea that I would prefer anyone over you is almost an insult.” You allowed him to pull your body closer to his as he now had his hands wrapped around your waist. “I think of you every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep. I’ve been hating myself ever since we started this whole arrangement because I feel like I’m just taking advantage of you, which was not my intent at all. But I didn’t want to stop it either because I don’t want to… I don’t want to lose what we have… I don’t want to lose you…”

You closed your eyes from the burning you felt pricking at your tear ducts and involuntarily leaned into his touch when the backs of his fingers gently brushed over the flushed skin of your cheek.

“You’re so, so beautiful, kitten. Inside and out.” It was unlike Minho to get so sentimental, but he seemed to feel the need to speak his piece. Even if it caused a dusting of pink blooming on his ears and cheeks. However, your blush felt like it rivaled his as it radiated all throughout your body.

Your hands, which had been curled up against his chest, started fidgeting as you looked down at them. You didn’t know if you should ask him or not, but you decided you needed to know. “Minho… why… why did you call my mom to check up on me after my breakup?”

He stiffened momentarily, but quickly recovered. You looked back up at his face and it was turned to the side, completely crimson. “I…” His lips formed a tight line and then relaxed as he turned back to look at you. “I couldn’t stand the thought of what that prick did to you. I wanted to go beat the living shit out of him, crush his nuts, curb stomp him, anything, but I realized that you would most likely prefer comfort over violence. But I knew that one of the last people you would want to see would be me, so I tried to help from the sidelines.”

Your lip wobbled slightly and you pressed yourself a bit closer to him. You were mad that you couldn’t even disagree with him because, at that point in time, you would’ve dreaded the idea of this man, usually void of sentimentality, coming to attempt to comfort you.

The only real comfort you had was Tiffany and, looking back on it, she was pretty shit at it. Now that you’ve realized what a bitch she was, you could recount several occasions where she was just a toxic friend. And you were blind to the situation in favor of seeing the truth.

“So…” You were almost too afraid to ask the question you didn’t know you wanted an answer to or not. His hand that had been stroking your cheek moved to lift your chin up to look at him. His eyes portrayed patience and attentiveness to your words. “Did… did anything happen between you and Tiff?”

The corners of his lips turned down as he furrowed his brow, but it soon morphed into an expression that screamed ‘really?’. He sighed. “Like I said, I only prefer you. I have not and will not ever see her or want her that way.” His eyes flickered from your eyes to the floor in anxiousness and added with an adorably shy mumble. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave and your body moved on its own when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and ran your fingers through his sandy hair, pressing your lips to his with a tenderness that you had not shared with him before now. You could feel relief flooding him as well as he relaxed under your touch, as if kissing you released all tension in his body.

This kiss wasn’t like the hungry and ravenous ones you two had always shared. This one felt as if you could melt into each other and become one. It was slow, sensual, and filled with all the love you could possibly portray. As you paused the kiss and pressed foreheads together, you closed your eyes as if to pretend you weren’t about to say the words just begging to leap off your tongue.

“Minho… you still annoy the shit out of me, but…” He offered a wry smile against your lips and you opened your eyes and disconnected foreheads to watch him raise his brow with a smirk. You bit back your smile and hid your face in his neck. “...I think I might be in love with you?” You said it like it was a question, almost too quiet to hear, as if you weren’t quite sure if you should’ve said it.

He was silent and you were apprehensive to raise your head. But, when you finally looked at him, you proceeded to witness the most beautiful smile you had ever seen appear on his face. You tried to suppress your suddenly bashful smile, but he only squeezed you tighter. He bit his lip to do the same with his own grin, but he morphed his look to something more mischievous. “Are you sure you don’t just like me for my incredible skills in providing mind blowing orgasms?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a light smack on his pec. “Ah yes, you’re right! How have I been so blind? I’m only in love with your dick.” He just chuckled at your words dripping with sarcasm and stole a kiss, slow and controlled before he murmured against your lips.

“I love you too, kitten. I have for quite a while now.” Your eyes widened and you could have sworn you saw a bit of fear in his eyes before he was biting his lip again, a smile hidden just beneath the surface.

“W-wha–? How long?!” You pulled back slightly to see his full face and he giggled bashfully. Lee Minho being bashful? He was always so confident and controlled that you almost wanted to capture this moment on camera.

“Well… honestly, it’s been ever since you started dating that douchebag. I didn’t really know why I started to be such an obnoxious dick to you, but I later realized it was just because I was jealous.” He pulled you close once again and tentatively kissed your jaw.

Your heart was racing at the thought of him being in love with you even if you were with another man, yet not interfering directly. But now you finally had him, and you were determined to keep it that way. You squeezed yourself infinitesimally closer to him and kissed his lips slowly before saying, “Well, now I’m yours.” Your lips drifted to whisper in his ear. “Let’s make up for lost time.”

You made your point very clear when you grazed your lips and teeth down the side of his neck while pushing your pelvis into his. “Fuck…” He let out a low groan and slid his hands down to the lower cleft of your ass and gave your cheeks a light squeeze. He captured your lips with a sudden ferocity that made you tremble. Once he led you backwards into your room and pressed your body against the door as he closed it, your passion increased tenfold.

He ground his thigh against the apex of your glistening cunt, your panties dragging along your clit, and the pressure had you gasping against his tongue. Your hips couldn’t help but to roll against him and you could feel the effect of your efforts when he pressed his groin into your hip. You whined in pleasure when he lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hip, pushing even closer to you and making it easier to drag the length of your sopping crotch down him.

His other hand, which had still been kneading your ass, moved around to slip up under your shirt to feel the skin of your waist and lower back. You emitted a gasp and then a moan when you felt his warm fingers crawl up under your bra and fondle your erect nipple. You bit your lip to hold back an embarrassing noise you felt crawling to the surface when his lips latched onto your collarbone and started leaving sweet kisses up the length of your neck.

Your fingertips ran up under his shirt to caress his abs and pecs and he took it upon himself to take his shirt off, quickly ridding you of yours shortly after, lips barely leaving each other as you stripped each other completely bare and you pushed him down on the bed to straddle him.

“Shit kitten… you’re unreal…” He stared up at you as if you had hung the moon and he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs gently, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. You leaned down and began marking up his beautiful chest, but he cupped your cheeks and brought your lips up to his own, placing his hands on your thighs once more. “Can I taste you baby? Make you feel good?” With each word, his hands drifted up to your dripping pussy until his fingers were teasing your entrance.

When he finally plunged a single digit in up to the first knuckle, you found yourself choking on a gasp and nodding frantically. He moved with a speed that made you dizzy when he flipped you onto your back and knelt between your legs.

He stared at your cunt with a hunger that made you shy, but you held back the urge to close your legs in self consciousness. When he looked back up at you and hovered his mouth over where you were aching for him most, he made eye contact as he licked a fat strip up the entirety of your crotch, making sure not to neglect your clit as he sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the swollen bud.

You threw your head back and moaned like a brainless whore as your hands gravitated to his beautiful blonde mane. However, your head wasn’t down long as you were determined to watch this adonis of a man feast on you. And when he inserted a finger inside you, you were done for. He held your hips down with bruising strength as you writhed beneath him and added a second finger.

You were reduced to a whimpering mess as the man fucked you with his fingers slowly, wanting to gradually build your pleasure. “Minho!” You whined in both gratitude and frustration. He smiled as he briefly pulled his mouth away.

“You gonna melt on my mouth, kitten?” You were beyond words and could only nod your head to communicate. “Say it again…” He breathed against you, making you tingle from the hot air coming from between his lips.

You immediately knew what he meant and your heart swelled. “I love you, Minho.” You gasped and rolled your eyes back as he instantly crooked his finger up into your g-spot and returned his mouth to you. Only this time, his tongue joined as he quickly thrusted his fingers in you with precision. “Fuck I love you so much! Shit!” You screamed his name as you did, indeed, melt on his mouth.

He lapped up your orgasm as if he was famished for you and his mouth slowly sucked and nipped its way up your body to latch onto your neglected nipples. You whined, just wanting him to be inside you already as you wrapped your legs around him and hung on him like a koala, pressing your body to his as you suspended yourself in the air under his crouched position.

He chuckled and pressed you into the mattress again, his warm chest and pelvis pressing against you. You rutted into him until you couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him over until his back was pressed up against the headboard and straddled him once more. “Please fuck me, Minho. I need you to fill me up…” You whispered against his lips as one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other was frantically stroking his dick. To make your point, You knelt down to hover over his cock and let a string of saliva drip from your mouth down onto his throbbing head right before taking him in your mouth.

His thighs tensed under your palms and you closed your eyes in bliss as you listened to the beautiful sounds he was making because of your efforts. You swallowed down more of him and you felt a shaky hand push you back by your shoulder. “Shit, you’re too good at that…” He heaved and roughly grabbed your hips to bring you flush to him, slightly lifting you so he could impale you on his cock.

You clung onto him as you sunk down and squinted your watery eyes to get used to that familiar, delicious stretch. The breath was stolen from you and you felt like you could cum without even moving, your emotional mindset making it all the more intense.

It wasn’t long before you needed more and you gradually started bouncing on him, burying your face in his neck and latching onto his neck with your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure. He guided your hips with his strong hands and you could tell he was holding himself back from just bending you over and annihilating your pussy into the mattress, but all you felt were his sweet kisses across your neck and shoulder and whispered words of how much he loves you and how beautiful you were.

You weren’t sure how long you two were going at it, lost in the sensation that was just purely Lee Minho, until you ground into him harder and cupped his cheeks with your hands. You tried portraying every ounce of your love for him with that one kiss and slowly picked up your hips, only to drop down on his cock with dizzying speed and force. His mouth went slack against yours and you watched as his eyebrows turned inwards in bliss.

You continued the action a few more times, fusing your body to his, until he took matters into his own hands. Before you knew it, you were on your back with the man thrusting into you with a force that made you scream out his name.

His mouth, hands, and tongue were all over you and your nails dug into his back with the ever-increasing intensity of his thrusts. “M-Minho! ‘M’so close…” You whimpered and he growled into your shoulder.

“Cum on me, kitten. Soak me.”

A few more thrusts and you were done for. You cried out your ecstasy and he followed soon after, riding you through your orgasms.

He was still sheathed inside you when he plopped down on your body to catch his breath. You carded your fingers through his sweat-damp hair from where his face was pressed against your chest and you watched as his breaths gradually slowed.

When he was properly relaxed again, his cock soft inside you, he brought his face up to yours to litter kisses all over your skin, pulling a giggle from you. His smile was blinding when he pulled back to look down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“So, does this mean I can properly call you my girlfriend now? Or do you fall in love with all of your FWBs?” You smacked his arm and he giggled as he laced his fingers in yours with the hand you had just used to abuse him.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Ah, yes. You mean all of the many friends I fuck?” He smirked in response and you just sighed and relaxed into his touch. “No, there’s only room for one annoying asshole in my heart. So I suppose I can accept your proposition…” His smile was both equally parts amused and bashful as he squeezed his arms around you and buried his face in your neck to take in a deep breath of your scent.

“It’s about goddamn time…” He said after another long squeeze and you couldn’t control your sudden urge to smack his cute ass. You squealed out a giggle when he startled and quickly pinned your hands above your head. His eyes were mischievous right before he bent down to bite you on your shoulder, causing you to moan and his cock to jump inside you. His mouth drifted up your neck until he was whispering in your ear. “I hope that was worth it, because now you’re never getting out of this bed tonight.”

And he wasn’t bluffing if the awkward (but not unwelcome) limp in your step the next day had anything to say about it.

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“You’re shitting us. You two?” Hyunjin looked positively floored the next day you and Minho had the group all together and told them the two of you were dating.

“How the fuck did this happen? I thought you hated Minho!” Changbin, equal disbelief in his tone. Minho scowled at him and Changbin held up his hands in a hasty defense.

You had vehemently apologized to Jisung the next time you saw him and told him you’d never forgive yourself for what happened. He just laughed it off and said he was happy for you, but you couldn’t help but notice a touch of sadness in his smile while the rest of the group freaked out. However, Chris seemed a bit sheepish himself as well.

You tried to focus on the smiling face of Felix instead. “Don’t get me wrong, he still properly annoys the everliving fuck out of me, but I guess he passes for a tolerable enough boyfriend.” You smiled teasingly at him and he scoffed at you with a suppressed smile.

“So what does the big bro think about this?”

You smiled wide and confident at Chris’ inquiry and casually answered. “We’re avoiding telling him like the plague.”

Minho spoke up at this. “So I swear, if any of you motherfuckers breathe a word before we say so, you will end up having a very short lifespan.” The group chuckled nervously and you whacked his shoulder while he had the audacity to act all innocent like he hadn’t said anything wrong.

“Why do you gotta be such a pain in the ass, Min?” You casually repremanded him with little to no bite behind the question, instead chuckling at him.

“Well I guess their dynamic hasn’t changed at least.” Hyunjin scoffed.

Suddenly, the group’s attention drifted to something behind where you and Minho were standing and you turned around to see Tiffany strutting straight up to Minho, acting as if you, or any of the rest of the guys for that matter, didn’t exist. “Hey, Minho! I was wondering if you want to grab lunch with me? I have a coupon for that sandwich place down the road and I thought I could use the company.” She ran her hand down his arm and circled his fingers around his wrist.

What a brazen bitch.

He pulled his hand from her grasp and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist with an annoyed expression directed at her. “Uh, no thanks. I was gonna go get lunch with the guys and my new girlfriend, so I think I’ll pass.” You heard Changbin and Hyunjin snickering behind you and you couldn’t contain your smug smile as you watched the rage morph on her face when she eyed where you and Minho connected.

She scoffed and looked at you like you were a pathetic worm, making you slightly curl in on yourself. The way she could make people feel like trash was one of her best capabilities. “Are you kidding me?! You were really so fucking hungry for dick that you felt the need to prove something to me by taking him? That’s just sad, sweetheart.”

Minho took a step toward her, not actually planning on doing anything violent, only to intimidate her just enough to have the enirety of campus feel the need to give him a wide berth. You held him back anyway and she just scoffed at him.

She slightly leaned around to look at you past his towering form and sneered at you. “Fine, have it your way. I already got to fuck your last boy toy anyway, I don’t need this one too.” Your heart dropped and she gave a wicked smile before turning and, right as she started leaving, you heard a voice speak up from the group of boys behind you.

“Oh just go choke on another cock why don’t you, deep-dished bitch.” She whipped her head around with fury in her eyes before hastily stomping away. You and Minho looked back incredulously at Jisung and he just shrugged. You don’t think you had ever heard anything so malicious from his mouth and a wide smile broke out on your face before hugging him. He gave you a warm hug back and smoothed his hand up and down your spine. “No one talks to my soulmate’s girl that way.”

You smiled up at him and squeezed him once more before returning to Minho, wrapping yourself around him and trying to ignore the fact that your best friend had fucked your ex without you knowing. However, knowing how much the men around you cared about you, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a flying fuck.

Minho leaned over to quickly press a kiss to your head and squeeze you. “Do you…” You vehemently cut him off with a kiss pressed to his lips as you shook your head. He smiled down at you and then began guiding you. “C’mon, Changbin’s gonna pass out if we don’t feed him soon.”

“Yah!” Changbin yelled and Minho cackled right before his phone went off in his pocket.

To both of your surprises, it was your older brother and as soon as Minho answered, you were sure the whole campus could hear the screaming from his end of the receiver. “WHAT THE FUCK MINHO?! MY SISTER?! YOU’RE FUCKING MY BABY SISTER?! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD, DUDE!”

The two of you looked at each other in terror and you looked over to see Tiffany with her phone out and an evil grin on her face moments before strutting away. That bitch used my brother against me?!?! You turned back to the rest of the guys that had their eyes fixed on the two of you and their horrified looks confirmed your suspicions that they had, in fact, heard your brother’s bellowing.

Well shit.

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You’re such a cutie! I love it! Okay, so in regards to what Minho said to Jisung, I wasn’t even going to explain it. I don’t even know why I wasn’t, I just figured people would overlook it. 😆 So I guess my followers have you to thank for getting this answer!

So, what I was intending for the exchange to be there was that Minho had already told Jisung and the rest of the group about the reader’s situation. However, Jisung didn’t know that “YOU” were that girl. Minho whispered in his ear when he saw Jisung was being super flirty to tell him that “you” were the girl and to stop because he figured his flirting would make you uncomfortable. Obviously Jisung looked mortified with his own actions because he was just all over you after you had gone through all of that. (I know you were even wearing an arm sling at the time, but Jisung just… didn’t think about it?) 😬

I’m glad you asked! Thanks honey!

Numb

(Part One)

This is part one of a multiple part series, please be sure to start from part one!

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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Angst, (Smut), (Fluff)

Word Count: ~12.2k | AO3

Summary: You were penniless and working tirelessly at a seedy club when you were assaulted. As soon as you resigned yourself to your fate, Lee Minho saved you, albeit grudgingly. You received treatment and you didn’t have to pay them a dime under one condition: You must be confined to his home for the remainder of your recovery. —OR— A story with all kinds of trigger warnings wrapped up into the first chapter.

Author’s Note:

***IMPORTANT!!!*** THIS CHAPTER IS FILLED WITH TRIGGER WARNINGS. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ TAGS AND WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

If you are uncomfortable or triggered by gun violence, blood, rape/non-con, alcoholism, or suicide, do NOT read this. My main validation behind these scenes is due to the fact that I have experienced a few of them myself and the story would not be able to move forward without these traumas to overcome.

These subjects are not taken lightly and in no way do I support or encourage these topics. Smut and romance will be included in later chapters and I will do my best to make it easy to follow the story if you decide to skip this chapter.

For my followers, I know I’ve been gone for a while, but I hope you don’t mind this being my first release coming back. The overall plot line was based off a recommendation from @linoots from Tumblr (I received permission from them to write this type of content)

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Numbness. Numbness was a state of mind you had grown accustomed to. There was no reason in seeing ups or downs if all you would amount to after it was all said and done would be a pile of bones to fertilize a pointless tombstone. What’s sad is that everyone is striving for failure in one way or another. Poor bastards don’t even know it.

Sure, it’s not like you ever really envisioned yourself working behind a bar serving up liquor to sleazy men who were only there to watch girls take their clothes off, but you still had rent to pay. Plus, it’s not like you were going to become the ‘wealthy and talented’ dancer that the naïve dumbass of your youth once dreamt of being. Pathetic.

That dream was rightfully broken along with your leg when an accident caused an injury that would jeopardize your dancing career forever. Even if you worked through blood, sweat, and tears to get yourself back to normal, it didn’t matter. You would never feel that same freedom that dancing brought you ever again.

This was more realistic. Spectating dancers from behind a bar as they indirectly bumped fuzzies with each other on a pole that probably hadn’t been cleaned since this whole godforsaken building was constructed. All while they allowed anyone who was willing to pay enough to publicly assault them to make a few bucks.

You weren’t judging. They needed to survive this fucked up world just like anyone else.

“Hey tits-for-brains, left side has a crowd.” Your coworker sneered from the opposite end of the bar. Even though your shift ended thirty minutes ago and she knew it, it was fine. You could use the extra cash and it wasn’t like you had anything waiting for you outside these neon walls.

No family was going to wonder if you made it home safely. No lover was waiting at home with a freshly cooked meal. You didn’t even have any pets to look forward to snuggling up with due to your shitty apartment restrictions.

You were completely alone. But you didn’t care. You stopped caring about a lot of those small sentiments a long time ago. All you had to worry about nowadays was affording rent.

You wiped the sweat off your brow and unattractively dug the tight, revealing ‘uniform’ out from where it had been riding up your ass all night. Why they thought it was an acceptable idea to put their bartenders in fishnets and tight, leather romper suits was beyond you. But again, it paid the bills.

“We’re out of tonic and we take cards upfront, what can I get you gentlemen?” You recited to the group of smartly dressed business men. Hopefully they tip well…

“It depends on what you’re offering, dollface.”

“It looks to me like she has a lot to offer…” One of the men in the back snickered as he eyed you up. You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

Great. Another group of self-righteous perverts…

“We serve drinks here, boys. Your other options are up there on stage. If that’s not what you’re looking for, you’re in the wrong fucking place. Now hurry up, you’re crowding bar space.” You snarked, not at all in the mood to sweet talk these assholes. Fuck the tips.

“You’ve got some mouth on you, darling. I’m sure it has better uses than to bitch at paying customers.” One of the fat, ugly ones spat.

“Nope, that’s just about it. Now get something or get lost.” You huffed, becoming more and more impatient. You weren’t in the mood tonight to play nice.

One of the bouncers, Jamar, the really tall, buff, and intimidating one that you had become fond of, took his post behind the group of men.

“Is there a problem here, ma’am?” He shouted over the loud music to you.

The five men looked behind them and then slowly up at your savior and then back at you. “I don’t know, do we have a problem here, gentlemen?” You challenged with a raised brow.

The balding, scrawny one sneered at you and turned to leave. “You’d better watch your back, doll. You might end up pissing off the wrong person someday.”

You rolled your eyes at the threat. “Thanks for the advice! Have a great night!” You lilted in a sickly sweet voice and you nodded your thanks to Jamar once the men finally left you the fuck alone.

His resulting shy smile bloomed a rare fondness in your chest.

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Shit, it’s cold as fuck out here…

You wrapped your well-worn coat around you tighter, but your uniform made it impossible to fight off the snow flurries that seemed to blow upward from the blanketed ground of the back alleyway of the club.

You had finally managed to escape your shift and quickly departed from the back exit, usually taking the front due to the squalor of the narrow stretch behind the building, but you were tired and hungry after your 12 hour shift and you were eager to escape.

You always found the snow beautiful and magical when you were younger, but now it was just a cold and wet slipping hazard that turned to black slush once trekked through enough. The snow back here was… nice… somewhat untouched, but with a grouping of large footprints off to the side that made you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction.

Beautiful things always get destroyed eventually.

You hugged yourself once more before you made your trek down the alley to get to the lit-up street at the end that gave you respite from the near pitch darkness of the enclosed path.

You didn’t get far. Maybe a few meters or so, but you were a fucking idiot and didn’t quite find anything alarming about the aforementioned footprints.

*****TW*****

The cold, clammy hand around your mouth is what you felt first. Strong and thick with the smell of cigarettes that made your stomach churn, said hand effectively gagging you with some wretched tasting fabric soon after and cutting off any words that you desperately attempted to scream out.

Next, you felt your feet lifting off the ground as two sets of hands picked you up and dragged you backwards, your mandatory work heels slipping off your feet and flying in the air as soon as you thrashed in their grip.

And, finally, you felt the crack of your skull as you were thrown up against the frigid brick wall behind a disgusting, overflowing dumpster with a pungent odor in a small alcove of the alleyway. “Stupid fucking cunt…” You felt a stinging punch meet its mark against your jaw and your vision flashed white.

When your sight cleared again, you looked up to see those same five, pretentious bastards looming over you. “I told you to watch your back, bitch. Now we get to put some use to you and that slutty mouth of yours.” The evil smile of the scrawny one gave you chills way worse than the ones you displayed from the cold snow you were shaking in.

You made a move to flee, but you were quickly blocked by a kick in the chest and you were knocked back against the wall again with a ‘thud’, successfully knocking the wind out of you. “Don’t even try, princess. Just be a good girl and let us have our fun.” Your eyes widened with horror as you saw the man undo his belt.

Panic and rage filled your veins as your aching body refused to give up.

You made another move to scramble away and another man kicked you so hard in the ribs that you could feel the snap of the bones they consisted of. You could barely even breathe from the pain, but you forced yourself to try again. Only to receive another punch to the face. When you tried the last time, the fat one from before crouched behind your thrashing body and pulled you into a full-on fucking Nelson hold, grabbing under your arms and locking his hands behind your neck to render you immobile. You attempted to kick the ugly motherfucker that was now kneeling down in front of you, but the fat man held you even tighter.

You felt an unnatural roll, and then heard a sharp ‘pop’ come from your shoulder as you screamed bloody-murder through your gag. You instantly felt the rest of your body slump, seizing all movements.

Everything was in agony.

All you could feel was pain.

And then suddenly, numbness…

It was as if, when your body became helpless, your mind decided to completely check out too. You willed your consciousness to separate itself from what was happening to you. If you didn’t, the events of that night would have shattered you forever. It probably still would either way…

Every stretch of tendon and bone, every slimy touch on your body, every rip and tear you felt as they shredded open all of your orifices with more than just their disgusting phalli, it would eat you from the inside out until there was nothing left.

They stopped holding you down when they realized you were no longer moving and continued doing what they pleased to your body. Your eyes were glazed over and your tears had long-since frozen on your cheeks when they finally stopped flowing. Maybe your tear ducts wanted to become numb too…

*****END OF TW*****

As you disconnected yourself from your bloody and broken body, you gazed up at the night sky.

The snow was beginning to ease up on its descent from the unseen clouds… shame… the snow could have covered up all of this disgusting blood. Then it could be as if nothing ever happened…

A deafening noise and a splash of warm liquid across your face stole you from your internal distraction. You dared to look at your abuser, but you weren't quite sure what you were looking at.

There was, of course, the disgusting, revolting body of the man that was still in front of you, but the head…

It was everywhere…

Instead of a clean hole, the man’s brains were splattered all over your face and body. The remaining body seemed to just now realize that it had been properly decommissioned and promptly fell to the side and, thankfully, off of you.

The other men seemed to have taken a moment to process what happened as well as they stared in horror at the sight of their disfigured comrade. When their gazes shifted over to the exit of the strip club, so did yours. Your vision had slowly started to become cloudy, but what you saw was as clear as day. A man, not much younger than yourself it would seem, held a gun straight out and, without even blinking, easily took out the other four screaming men. One. By. One.

There was another young man that stood slightly behind the attacker while holding out a coat for him. Or was he a savior? The latter now staring directly at you…

His eyes… they pierced through you to your core and you felt like you had never seen anything more mesmerizing… Those orbs held galaxies…

He casually holstered his gun and allowed the other man to slide the sleek, heavy-looking coat over him. Both of the men were dressed to the nines as if they wore a million bucks a piece with their designer shoes, coats, and suits. Maybe they did…

There was a car you hadn’t seen arriving just at the end of the alleyway that seemed to be idle and waiting for them, yet the man remained staring at you with an unreadable expression. Not a sound was heard other than the running car and the muted noise from the club’s music inside.

What is he waiting for?

“M-Mr. Lee, sir, if I may, I don’t think we should just leave her here…” The young man behind him said.

The steely-eyed man sighed deeply as his eyes stayed glued to you, narrowing slightly. “So it would seem…” He glanced at the boy and then turned to begin walking to the car. “Jeongin, have my men collect her and bring her to my infirmary. Also…” He paused to look back at the corpses in disgust. “Have them clean up this filth…” And with that, the man was ushered into the back of the car and driven off onto the buzzing street.

It didn’t take long before you saw a large, nondescript van back up into the alleyway to produce a few well-built men. Your vision was really struggling now and you didn’t allow yourself to feel the screaming pain when they gently lifted you. You did, however, allow yourself to feel the satisfaction of seeing the five fresh body bags left behind you before black shadows swallowed your consciousness.

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“—need to— her right n—!“

“—et me—*crack*—now we—top the bleedi—!“

“—ou mean—on’t have—ny wome—?! After what they—she won’t want—!”

“We have no choice—ly solution we—“

“—will get infec—clean it!”

“Ugh! *shatter*—fine! —do what you have to do! —ust— out of it!”

“…*sigh*…don’t worry… we will take care of yo—“

…

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Small tid-bits of dialogue were swimming around in your aching subconscious as you felt the sensation of damp warmth being stroked across your body. You couldn’t escape the haze that invaded your brain and only a few sensations came into focus. Other than the cold surface you were placed on and the cool air that chilled your bare, damp skin, everything hurt.

A pinprick. You were almost sure it was in your arm, but your nerves were scattered.

Then darkness clouded your senses once more.

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“Hello, ma’am. I am Dr. Bang Christopher Chan, but please, you can just call me Chris, yeah?” You stared at the kind-looking man with the thick accent and couldn’t find it in yourself to show a reaction or even breathe a word. It was like your numbness switch was incapacitated and you could only sit there and observe your surroundings without a single light turning on upstairs. The only thing your mind could focus on was darkness and a general sense of wrongness.

The man had come to your attention not long after you regained consciousness. However, you had initially been overwhelmed with everything that had surrounded you.

First and foremost, pain. You could feel various amounts of pain throughout your entire body. Your head, your shoulder, your ribs, your… Well, your mind rejected any and all feeling in that one specific area, but all of it screamed in agony.

You analyzed the space around you and you seemed to be in some sort of… sanitarium? You weren’t quite sure due to the fact that it had rich wooden walls that stretched across the very large room and contained many things that would seem like personal items. A threshold across from the room held a full-sized couch with a television and blankets, some gym equipment in the corner, a full-sized refrigerator next to a small kitchenette and a fancy looking coffee machine.

It was like an apartment and hospital room in one.

He waited patiently for a response, but all you could focus on was the man’s bloodied scrubs. Your blood.

The man sighed and stepped toward where you were lying down on the plush, manual hospital bed, causing you to flinch at the sudden movement. He immediately halted and raised his hands in a harmless gesture. “It’s okay, trust me. I’m not trying to harm you…” You responded by eyeing him speculatively.

Once you didn’t protest he moved closer again, despite your tense posture.

“Now, again ma’am, I am a certified doctor and surgeon so whatever happens here is strictly professional. I’m sure you have many questions…” Your eyes were glazed as you just looked up at the man, your hands involuntarily shaking.

You focused on his friendly eyes, full lips, and curly hair that made you want to run your fingers over the soft-looking ringlets. He projected an energy that subconsciously allowed you to lower your guard and his smile, albeit soft and careful, caused his eyes to squint endearingly and was as bright as the sun.

“I… I’m sorry ma’am, but I will need to perform surgery… I want to be straightforward so you know what needs to be done. Okay?” Your dazed eyes darted to the crease between his brows and then the medical tools on the table next to you.

Why would someone help you like this? You were no one. When you looked back at him, you managed to cock your head to the side in confusion.

The man politely smiled and stepped over to an x-ray film viewer on a nearby wall. “Thankfully I was able to get by with just a few stitches on your head, and there were no signs of internal bleeding so everything there has been taken care of. What we will need to do is go in and make some arthroscopic repairs under general anesthesia. First, I will need to make a few small incisions in your shoulder so I can use a camera to assess the damage and tether an artificial superior transverse ligament from your arm to your scapula and clavicle so I can repair and reinforce your rotator cuff tendons.”

Your head was already completely scattered and the use of so many technical terms didn’t help, but luckily he was vigilant in pointing to the indicated parts. Basically all you could confirm was that it was shoulder surgery. He paused for any questions that would normally be expected, but your silence offered him to continue.

*****TW*****

“I have already reset your broken ribs and, luckily, nothing was punctured, but…” He closed his eyes and sighed before looking at you softly. “I will need to examine the vaginal and anal canal to stop the source of the bleeding and assess the damage to repair as needed. Most likely with stitching. If you don’t mind me asking, are you menstruating currently?”

He paused for a moment, looking at you for a response. You didn’t have one to give other than a small shake of the head no. Your body wasn’t yours anymore so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with it. That was what the world had come to apparently…

*****END OF TW*****

“Is there anything you would like to say?” You only zoned out on the x-ray projection in response and he sighed in defeat. “I will need you to sign a Non-disclosure Agreement and an Authorization form to approve the surgery…” You finally came back into focus when he stepped forward and handed you a clipboard and a pen. “I’ve highlighted the areas you need to sign and I will come back once the operation room is prepared for surgery. Yeah?”

The man turned to leave but, out of nowhere, one particular thought came to the forefront of your mind that crawled its way out of your mouth. “W-wait!” You croaked from scratchy and dry vocal cords. He whipped his head around so fast you were concerned for the state of his neck.

“Y-Yes! Yes, ma’m! *ahem* Go ahead…” He nodded for you to continue with pink ears from the embarrassment of his outburst.

“I…I can’t afford this…” You muttered while staring blankly at the papers in your lap. You could barely afford rent…

He gave you a warm smile and stepped forward, pulling out an old highlighter from his pocket and marking over a strand of text on the first page from the forms in your lap.

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COSTS AND BILLING FOR USE OF SERVICES FROM BOTH PROVIDER AND FACILITY:

All expenses for any procedure, before-and-after care, or any other treatment the patient is to be subject to at the property; will be fully covered and at no cost to the patient.

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You looked at the papers and recognized the different topics it covered, but honestly, your mind couldn’t focus for shit after he showed you that bulleted note. He tilted his head to bring your attention back to him and he raised his brows with a smile. “May we proceed as planned?” You blinked at him, then blinked your eyes back down at the paper.

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PATIENT or REPRESENTATIVE OF PATIENT (Print):

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GRANTOR (Print):

__________이민호 Lee Minho______________

ATTENDING PHYSICIAN (Print):

__방크리스토퍼찬 Bahng Christopher Chahn__

PHYSICIAN’S ASSISTANT (Print):

_________ 이용복 Lee Yongbok_____________

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Lee Minho? Who the fuck is he? Why would he care enough to pay for some random woman’s medical treatment?

“Who is Lee Minho?” You said, looking back up at the doctor. He gave you a tight lipped smile and then sighed.

“May we proceed as planned?” He repeated with a tone that indicated he wasn’t going to speak further on the matter. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

You were the one to sigh now, cringing soon after from the ache in your ribs. “Can you at least tell me if I am required to offer anything in return?” He gave a curt nod and pointed once again to the highlighted letters.

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………… patient is to be subject to at the property; will be fully covered ……

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The doctor straightened once more. “For the duration of your healing process, which will take several months, you are required to stay here at the estate if you want the expenses to be paid for.” Your eyes widened.

Estate? You knew this wasn’t a regular hospital, but why would a person need a whole staff and operating room in their own home?!

“Please, feel free to ask whatever you like. Just know that there are many things I might not be able to answer…” He reiterated with a soft smile.

You looked down at the pen that now rested on the clipboard and you picked it up. Staying here is preferable to going back out with severe injuries, or possibly, a medical bill that would most likely be more expensive than what you could earn in a lifetime.

You clicked the pen and half-heartedly signed the first page, flipping to the next one and repeating the process.

“Very well, I will go start the preparations for the procedure.” The doctor said as he bowed and left you to your paperwork. Shit, I hope I don’t regret this…

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Soft light and plush cushions surrounded you, but your focus immediately brought the pain in your shoulder to your attention. You attempted to move, but gentle hands settled you. You opened your eyes with a squint from adjusting to your surroundings, and a man with a gentle smile was by your bed.

His face was… angelic. He had a smile brighter than any you had ever seen and the sprinkling of freckles on his face highlighted his high cheeks and shining eyes perfectly. His long blonde hair was straight and tucked behind his ears, laying perfectly and flawlessly to sit atop his shoulders. The gentle hands that halted your movements were small and cute, and you felt at ease with him for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Well… that was until he talked.

“Easy there, darling. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” Your eyes widened at the demon-like deep voice with an accent that matched the doctor’s. How the fuck can something so intense come out of such an innocent looking man?! He retrieved his hands from where he held you back and cleared his throat. “You wouldn’t remember me because you were still pretty knocked out at the time I met you yesterday, but I am Lee Yongbok, Chris’ —I-I mean Dr. Bahng’s assistant with your operation and care. However, please, call me Felix.”

His eyes disappeared when he widened his smile and you couldn’t determine how you felt about the man. You looked at his wardrobe and he was dressed in a clean set of comfortable-looking white nurse’s scrubs. You then realized the rest of your surroundings.

Holy shit…

It was like a whole guest wing to itself! You could almost see this being a full-ass apartment if it weren’t for the lack of a kitchen! It sure as hell was bigger than your apartment…

The crown molding was floor to ceiling and above you hung a beautiful golden and crystal chandelier. The silky bed dressings were of cream and taupe that matched the rest of the room’s decor. All of which screamed luxury and elegance.

Yet, despite the awe-inspiring scenery, you felt nothing. Your face an expressionless husk.

Felix giggled and you realized that you probably looked stoned out of your mind right now. You flushed red, but he placed a gentle hand on your uninjured shoulder. “Would you like for me to help you sit up?” He offered and you took a moment to think, but you ended up nodding tentatively.

The man gently slid a hand down to support your back as the other slid under your knees to effortlessly lift you up and set you back against the plush headboard. Damn, he’s sure got some muscles on that lean body of his…

“I apologize that Mr. Lee doesn’t have any women among his staff to assist you, however I am a licensed nurse and it is in my best interest to provide whatever care is necessary for you. I promise that everything we do here is strictly professional and I encourage you to let me know if you are uncomfortable with anything. Yeah?”

You felt a small and brief spark of warmth erupt in your icy heart and you were lost in his kind eyes as you numbly nodded. What was with this dude that made you automatically trust him? He was no one to you.

He smiled at you fondly and handed you a small bowl with a large variety of pills and held a glass of water with a straw. You looked at the drugs specutivally and he seemed to sense your hesitation. “Don’t worry, ma’am.” He pointed at each pill in the bowl. “This one is just some aspirin to prevent blood clots. These are antibiotics to prevent various infections. This one is to prevent muscle spasms. This is an opioid for the pain. This one is to prevent UTIs and other urinary and vaginal infections. This one is antiviral. This one is a stool softener to reduce constipation caused by—“

“Okay, okay!” You tried to say, overwhelmed and embarrassed with the endless list, but it really only sounded like a dry croaking. You huffed a breath and downed them all in one, taking Felix by surprise and causing him to quickly hold the straw up to your mouth so you could wash them down.

“Wow! That’s impressive! Even I’m a baby when it comes to taking pills. I have to swallow them one by one with jello to help force it down!” He giggled and sat the items back down on the nightstand. He released a large sigh with a bright smile on his face. “Okay! Well it’s about time we get some food in that belly! What would you like? We have just about everything your heart desires.”

You narrowed your eyes at him with a quirked brow. Bullshit. Surely he was exaggerating for hospitality’s sake. He waited patiently for your response and you didn’t quite know what to say. You really didn’t want to take advantage of your host’s hospitality, so you decided to go with a simple approach.

“Um… I guess a grilled cheese sandwich would be nice… is that okay?”

He looked at you as if you were crazy before his expression gradually morphed into a gentle smile. “Ma’am, you can have anything you would like, are you sure that’s all you want?”

You were slightly irked by his questioning. You were lucky to have a grilled cheese sandwich on a good day! It’s not peasant food! You knew you were being stubborn, but you gave a sharp nod and a curt, “Yes,” in response.

His smile softened further and he straightened his posture. “Do you have any food allergens?” When you shook your head no, he returned a brief nod. “Then I shall be back momentarily, there is a buzzer on the nightstand if you need me for anything in the meantime.

He offered a slight bow before he exited and you breathed a deep sigh of relief. FUCK my ribs hurt…

You took your seated form to your advantage and swiveled yourself with your good arm to sit on the edge of the bed. The rug beneath your feet felt like walking on a cloud and you flexed your toes as you stood up and got used to the woozy feeling from your recent anesthesia.

There was a door on the opposite side of the bed from where the man left and you went to investigate, hoping to find a toilet to relieve yourself and hopefully do something about your uncomfortable dressings down there.

You felt your knees weaken as soon as you stepped in the marble-floored room. This bathroom was unnecessarily huge.

In the middle of the massive room (that was about as big as your studio apartment) was a ginormous jet tub with a fucking FIREPLACE next to it. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT NECESSARY?!

On either side of the tub were a couple of chaise benches with soft upholstery and the countertop wrapped all the way around the fireplace to the back wall behind it. There were two doors on either side of the entryway and you decided to try the door on your right, still looking for the damned toilet.

NOPE.

Just a huge-ass walk-in closet! Who was this guy? Some kind of royalty?! I thought Felix said they didn’t have any women working here? You thought as you walked in and scanned your eyes over the expensive array of shoes, jewelry, and clothing.

“I hope the accommodations are to your liking.” You screeched and spun around at the deep voice of the man in the doorway and your body protested from the reaction. He took a step forward with a worried expression as he saw your obvious discomfort, but didn’t move any closer. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! I just came to look for you since you weren’t in bed.”

You took a deep breath (ouch) to compose yourself and you shook your head. “N-no, it’s okay. I… I was just looking for the toilet…” He raised his brows and gestured to the door on the other side of the bathroom. “There is a private restroom for the toilet just over this way. However, I will have to go over the steps of care for a perineum tear first.”

Shit.

The explanation and steps were long and arduous, but he walked you through it step by step respectfully on the other side of the door. It was a bit difficult to do everything with one arm, especially changing the monster-sized pad they had in your underwear, but you managed to get things done.

When you finally returned to your bed, he rolled a medical overbed table up to you with a tray of a bougie looking sandwich with a small bowl of a delicious smelling soup and a glass of milk. You stared for a moment, and then looked up at him with a confused expression.

“Ah yes, my apologies. This particular dish is made with cheddar, Swiss, and Monterey Jack cheese with a sprinkle of arugula in between two toasted pieces of buttered sourdough. You don’t have to eat it, but I figured some tomato and basil soup would compliment it perfectly, plus, I like to dip my sandwich in it…” He whispered the last part cutely as if it were a secret. “Oh! And of course milk to promote healthy bone strength!”

He grinned proudly and you felt the corners of your mouth being tugged upward in response to the adorable display. You looked back down at the food and you felt goosebumps scatter across your skin from how delicious it smelt. “You certainly don’t half-ass anything here do you?” You huffed a chuckle before you lifted one of the triangle-cut pieces of sandwich, reveling in the melted cheese that stretched across when separated from its other half.

You glanced at the man who stood by your side with a hopeful expression as you took your first crunchy bite, body sinking further into the bed at the euphoric taste and the way it melted in your mouth. How the fuck can a simple grilled cheese taste so good?

“Holy shit… you made this?” You mumbled, mouth still savoring the delicious food.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah! Do you like it?”

“Um. It’s legitimately the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted.” You quickly decided to dip the next bite in the soup as he suggested and, if your taste buds could orgasm, they did. “Oh my god…” You groaned and leaned your head back. Okay, it might be bougie as hell, but this motherfucker knows how to cook like a pro.

The man sat down on the edge of the seat next to your bed and smiled at the sight of you devouring his food. It was a bit awkward being watched eating, but the more you ate, the more you realized that you were actually really fucking hungry.

When you finished, not a crumb left nor an ounce of soup or milk remaining, he removed the tray and bowed, promising to be back later when it was time to get you ready for bed. You nodded with a smile you hadn’t even realized was present on your face and rubbed your stomach when he left.

You hadn’t eaten that well in years…

Your gaze floated across the room and landed on the huge tablet sitting on your nightstand. I’m going to have to ask Felix where my phone is… You thought as you grabbed the device and began playing with it. You squinted as you brought the bright screen to life and became confused as to what you were looking at.

It wasn’t a tablet, but a huge remote control.

You explored it and found that it not only controlled the TV, but also the lights, window shades, surround sound, and even the bed settings! You ended up playing with the damned thing for so long that, before you knew it, Felix was back with a whole bunch of supplies.

“Having fun?” He mused as he caught you playing with the different color settings for the lights. You hastily returned them to normal, embarrassed to be caught red-handed by the cute sunshine of a man.

“Y-yes, ummm…” Your attention was quickly brought back to an earlier thought. “Felix, do you know where my phone is by chance?”

You witnessed his face drop before chuckling nervously. “Oh *ahem* w-we didn’t see a phone on you when we found you…”

Fuck… you knew for sure you had it that night… “And you didn’t find it on any of the other…” You cut yourself off, feeling your stomach churn and head ache at the thought of those bastards.

Felix immediately picked up on the question and he smiled sadly. “No ma’am… we didn’t find it on them either…”

You swallowed the painful lump in your throat and nodded, your gaze suddenly extremely interested in the material of the bedding in between your restless fingers. “But don’t worry. Your work and housing have been dealt with so there is nothing that needs to be tended to while you are recovering.”

You snapped your eyes to him with furrowed brows. How did they know all of your information and how to contact them? Why bother? “Felix…” He returned your gaze with a somewhat uneasy expression. “Why are you guys bothering with all of this? Why are you helping me? Who even are you people?”

He closed his eyes and let out a big sigh as he sat next to you on the edge of the bed. When he opened them again, he offered a kind smile. “Because we all personally have had our different struggles and hyu– I mean– we want to offer whatever we can to another wounded soul…” Your heart cracked a tiny bit and you deflated when he patted one of your restless hands. “Now let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?”

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The bath was… awkward.

Felix was a total gentleman and all, but the embarrassing part was the fact that you legitimately had to soak your damned pussy in a medicated bath several times a day. Felix had to be present so he could assist you getting in and out of the tub and walk you through the steps to properly clean yourself, but he miraculously didn’t make you feel uneasy about it.

He respectfully assisted you with removing your top to avoid irritating your shoulder while also protecting the sling in a plastic wrap, then turned away as you removed the rest of your clothes. He held out a hand when you were ready to get in the bath and then gently lowered you with his attention dedicated to supporting your balance.

Honestly, you couldn’t have asked for a better nurse.

However, after three weeks of the same routine every single day, you started to become a bit stir crazy. Yes, your suite was even bigger than your own apartment, but there was only so much one person could do while being cooped up inside a single room before going mad. Especially when memories and visions plagued you day and night.

Felix was a saint. He waited on you hand and foot and made the most delicious foods you could ever imagine. Plus, the more you talked to him and got to know him, the more you became fond of the man. He really was too precious for this world…

But Felix was the last person you wanted to see right now. After he gave you your nightly medications and bid you goodnight, you waited for the most opportune time to sneak out of your chambers. You were dying to get a taste of what was outside of those four walls.

The view definitely didn’t disappoint.

How the hell have you simply just been chilling out in such a ginormous mansion all along without even knowing?! You knew your chambers were over-the-top beautiful, but you never imagined this place being this gorgeous. Not to mention gigantic.

The elegant hallway you stepped out into stretched on endlessly with rows and rows of doors lining it. When you stepped out onto the marble tile, the feeling was smooth and cool on your bare feet and your eyes couldn’t help but to scan the area in awe.

Your feet floated down the hall unbidden and, a little ways down the vast stretch, appeared a set of stairs leading downward with beautiful iron railing that curved and swirled elegantly. The railing was cool to the touch, giving you goosebumps, and you felt your senses being overloaded with the sheer wealth of this place.

Who the fuck is this guy?

You reached the level below you and widened your eyes in awe of the huge living area that had vaulted ceilings all the way up past the upper level. You found yourself suddenly feeling incredibly small amongst the beautiful, long halls and expensive furnishings.

As you were about to step forward and explore the level further, you faintly heard someone shouting from down the next set of stairs.

Now, you usually keep to yourself fairly well, but with such a large part of your situation being held in the unknown, you couldn’t help but want to investigate. You quietly made your way down another level and, again, you were amazed with the wide, open space you walked into.

How many living rooms does one house need?!?!

After only one step into the area, you quickly whipped your head across to the other side of the grand entryway when you heard the yelling again. It was two men from what you could tell…

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHO DID IT! I’LL FUCKING KILL THEM!” One of the men screamed, making you slightly jump as you peeked around the corner to see a man, again, not too much younger than yourself, standing in the doorway with an amused smirk on his face directed to whoever was shouting within the room.

“Oh no you won’t. You couldn’t live without them.” The amused man responded with a chuckle, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame far too casually for a man listening to volatile death threats.

“Do you know how valuable that whisky was?! It was over a HUNDRED years old, Seungmin-ah. ONE. HUNDRED. They just chugged down a fucking relic like it was some cheap box wine!”

“Oh don’t even act like you don’t have the money to buy ten more of the same damned thing.”

“IT WAS MINE!!!”

You inched closer around to try and hear better and moved to scurry to the next closest corner. However, you were halted midway when you heard a shatter come from somewhere inside the room. You gasped loudly and jolted to a stop in the middle of the hallway. Apparently, this brought the man’s attention to you and you felt like you had just been caught with your pants down. Well, that’s if you were wearing pants… all you were wearing was an expensive-looking silk nightgown and a robe draped over your shoulders and the hefty sling.

His eyes narrowed, and then you watched a cheeky smile pass over his lips. Without taking his eyes off of you, he spoke to the angry man in the room. “It seems you have a visitor.”

“...What?” The angry man’s tone turned deadly serious and you watched in horror as the man in the door beckoned for you to come inside.

With shaky knees, you forced yourself closer and slowly approached the room. You knew fleeing was futile.

When the man stepped aside and you finally breached the threshold, you took in the sight of a very large, very chic office. At one end, there was a sofa and a couple of armchairs, and on the other…

A man. The man.

The man you saw that night. The man you saw murder five men in the blink of an eye, just as casually as if he was shooting a can of bug spray rather than a giant pistol, sat at a large desk at the opposite end of the room with a skeptical glare. Damn, he’s a lot more handsome now that you can clearly see his features…

It was quiet for a moment before the man you assumed was named Seungmin cleared his throat and bowed his head. “I’ll go find someone to clean up that glass for you Mr. Lee.” And the man strutted away, closing the door behind him and leaving the suffocating tension behind for you to drown in.

You unknowingly pulled your robe around you tighter with your free hand and took a meek step forward. “I, um… I apologize for intruding, but are you–”

“You can stay where you're at.” You stopped in your tracks when he sternly cut off your questioning. You must have looked like a fucking scared little puppy because he just rolled his eyes and pointed to the shattered glass at the base of one of the walls, a dark liquid dripping down the side of the rich mahogany. “I’m not too keen on you getting your bloody footprints all over my floors.”

You looked down at your bare feet, toes pointed slightly inward, and then back up at him. He’s not a very pleasant person, is he? You gave an involuntary, light huff (slightly less painful with the healing of your broken ribs) and stood up straight. “Are you Lee Minho?”

He narrowed his eyes at you and slightly rolled his chair back from under his desk, leaning back and manspreading with an indignant glower. “What if I am?” You watched as he laced his fingers together across the abdomen of his crisp, white button-up. The man wore pressed slacks and a collar-necked shirt with the arms rolled up making you wonder if this man ever dressed comfortably.

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat and willed yourself to stay calm under the gaze of the lethal man. “If you are, then I wanted to thank you.” His brows furrowed briefly in confusion before he composed his face once again. The action was so rapid you almost missed it. “Thank you not only for providing medical treatment and housing for me, but also for…” The words got stuck in your throat and it was like your mind desperately tried to completely disassociate yourself with that night. He seemed to share the sentiment.

“Well…” He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from you and pulled himself up to his desk again, quickly occupying his attention with his computer. “It’s not like I had much of a choice.” You felt a hairline fracture weaken your heart. “I was informed by the doctor that you will need constant treatment and care so that is what must be done. I have nothing to do with any of it except the fact that this is my house with a room I never use.”

He still refused to look at you and you felt your blood boil. How can a man do all of those things and say he had nothing to do with it?! You glared at the man’s face that was casted in a glow from the monitor in front of him and you clenched your teeth. “You can’t just–”

“Is that all? It’s late and you shouldn’t even be down here right now. I’m sure Yongbok made that blatantly clear.” Again, his snippy comment was directed to his monitor.

After a moment of silence, you decided not to play with fire as you resolved yourself to silently leave the room. However, not without slamming the office door behind you with a steaming temper.

As you tucked yourself back into bed and closed your eyes, images of his fiery gaze flitted through your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

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“Ma’am, forgive me for asking, but did you happen to… explore the area outside of your chambers last night?” You stiffened where you sat on the couch in your room next to Felix as he asked you the question. You took a heavy gulp of the morning tea you were sipping on and the man must have sensed your tension. “It’s just… Mr. Lee mentioned meeting you…”

Did that asshole really rat on me to Felix?!?!

“He thinks that some stipulations may need to be revised in regards to your stay here…” Your anger must have shown on your face because Felix was quick to ease you. “Nothing necessarily bad! He actually thinks that it would be better for you to be able to explore the grounds.”

What?

“He figured that you would end up getting into trouble if you intentionally snuck around, so he is allowing you to have access to the main areas to satiate your curiosity.” The shock was surely evident and he giggled at your reaction as he gave you a friendly pat on the knee. “Now there will obviously be restrictions to where you can go but, before anything else, we might need to begin dressing you in more suitable clothes than nightgowns.”

He gave you a fond smile as you looked down at the thin material barely concealing your prominent nipples. You had gotten so used to Felix, not only helping you dress, but bathe you as well that you didn’t realize how comfortable you had become with him.

He stood up before you could think too much about it and held out a hand. “Come on! I’ve been dying to play dress up with you!” You smiled at his enthusiasm and slipped your hand into his outreached palm.

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You took a large breath as you took a step outside of your room and Felix chuckled. “Don’t forget you have a tablet on you if you need me to ask permission on where you can go or if you need me for anything alright?” You offered a grateful smile and he squeezed your hand briefly before walking the opposite way down the hall.

You explored everywhere.

This mansion was big enough that it would take months to become even remotely familiarized with it. Bronze metal accents and crystal light fixtures adorned the entire abode and you felt like a filthy peasant among such riches. This place wasn’t made for people like you…

Even the clothes Felix put you in seemed wrong. A soft, beige cotton loungewear set that seemed to fit your body perfectly. You could immediately feel that the material was of the highest quality and you were hesitant to even let Felix dress you in it. It might just be loungewear, but you were sure it was about the cost of an entire paycheck for you.

After only a couple of hours of exploring, you found yet another set of stairs, seemingly leading underground. And you obviously had to explore! Anything to keep you from going back into that room to be consumed by your inner demons.

Only halfway down the staircase, you felt the reverberating beating of some bass music and a sensual melody coming from somewhere below. Before you could think twice about it, your feet gravitated toward the intriguing tune, determined to discover the source. The hall it led you down was long, narrow and dimly-lit and you had the distinct feeling that you weren’t supposed to be down there, buuuut you were never explicitly given instructions to avoid it, so that means it’s fair game, right?

The open doorway at the end of the hall gave you a glimpse of a glamorous, low glow and seemed to scintillate with rotating LED lights that drew you in with every step. You didn’t even realize the sound of voices permeating the room until it was too late.

“Well what do we have here?” Your feet froze mid-step when you heard the smooth voice of a man over the lustful music.

Looking back at you were eight sets of wide eyes. Well… nine if you included the topless woman in front of them clinging onto her designated stripper pole in nothing but some flimsy, lace undies.

Turns out the party lights were a perfect indication of what you should have expected from the bass and joyful male voices. The cushioned platform that the pole and, ultimately, the stripper were mounted on was surrounded by a plush booth that formed a semi-circle around the woman.

It wasn’t until you saw a few recognizable faces among the eight that you realized that you fucked up. There was that one young man you saw the night you were found, but the ones your attention shot to first were Sengmin, Felix, Dr. Chris, and…

“Minho hyung, I didn’t know you ordered another one!” One of the unrecognizable ones with the massive biceps lilted joyfully. Your eyes widened in shock as you took in the sight of the man in question and his absolutely furious, bone-chilling glare his eyes fixed you with.

“I didn’t.” Minho said, gritting his teeth, grip on his beverage so tight you thought the glass might shatter.

Felix sprung to his feet. “I’m so sorry hyu– Mr. Lee! I will escort her out imme–”

“Don’t bother.” Minho said, promptly cutting the trembling boy off and shoving his drink in the hands of another unidentified man next to him. When he stood up and started marching toward you, you could feel your body shrink in on itself before he firmly grabbed your uninjured arm and dragged you from the room.

Once he had properly hauled you back into the corridor and slammed the door behind him, he shoved your arm away and glowered down at you with a curled lip. “What the FUCK is wrong with your head?! Did I, or did I NOT say there were restrictions as to where you could go?! Are you fucking stupid?!”

Now you could understand a bit of frustration, yes, but this was downright absurd. What was this guy’s deal?

You felt your blood boil and you felt an urgency rise up in you to defend yourself. You made yourself as tall and intimidating as you could muster and you yelled right back at him. “What’s wrong with MY head?! I’M not the one forcing YOU into a random house with random people with ridiculous living restrictions!” He raised his brows and rapidly blinked, as if he couldn’t fathom the possibility of someone talking back to him. “And FURTHERMORE, if you didn’t want me coming down here, you should have been more specific with the places you wanted me to stay out of in this ginormous, godforsaken house in the first place!”

He was quiet for a moment before he took a breath and closed his eyes. His voice gradually became more tense as he stated, “I would watch my tone if I were you, I am not known for my patience. (Fucking crazy bitch…)” He growled as he inserted the last part under his breath and stepped back. You took a breath to retort, but he instantly turned around and headed toward the room again. “Just don’t fucking come down to this level and stay out of my office and any rooms that have names on them. I’ll just fucking lock everything else. That should be simple enough for you, yeah?” He added with a side-eye and a condescending tone before going back inside and slamming the door in your face.

This motherfucker… Who the fuck does he think he is to just treat people with such a demeaning coldness?! Providing health care be damned, you never wanted to bump into him again for the rest of your recovery.

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Later that night, around the time you usually were scheduled to get ready for bed, Felix rushed over to you in a panic. “Ma’am! What are you doing?!”

You huffed a bitter chuckle.

After your little escapade into the lion’s den earlier, you were so pissed off you felt like you could go crazy. Luckily, fate was on your side. You happened to pass by a long, curved bar top with oodles of different alcohols on display behind it.

You got to work.

Shot after shot and cocktail after cocktail eventually caused an easy-going demeanor to rise in your heated blood stream. Who cares about that fucker? I refuse to let him get in the way of my good time. That asshole should be busy being a good host rather than a salty bastard who thinks he’s too good for people like me. That shitty attitude will come back to bite him in the ass sooner or later and I won’t feel even the slightest bit of sympathy towards him.

You gave yourself a determined nod to your reflection in the glass of your empty drink as you spent what felt like hours at that same bar top.

“Ma’am! Can you even hear me right now?” You were suddenly reminded of the blonde presence next to you and you smiled up at him.

“Felix! Bu- “belch” buddy! C’m driiiink wif me! Keep me companyyyy!” You joyfully bellowed as he turned your stool around to face him and you pouted your lip when you saw his worried expression. “*Dramatic gasp* Lixie wha’s w- *hiccup* wrong?! Did thah butthead Missster Minho do sumfing to you? Of forking courz! I dun’t know how yuh can stand working f’r em. *hiccup* He’s a comple–”

“MA’AM!” He cut you off brashly and your eyes widened, not used to him using that tone of voice. He sighed as he seemed to try and compose himself before he looked into your unfocused eyes again. “He might not seem like it, but he is not actually that bad. In fact, he’s a really kind-hearted and good man.” You rolled your eyes and Felix spoke up again. “You aren’t supposed to be drinking with the types of medications you’re on. I suggest we get you some water and get a good night’s rest. You’ve had an… eventful day.”

You pouted throughout the whole process, but you ended the evening buried in your covers as you cursed the clear, deep brown eyes of his that plagued your mind the whole night.

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Why you suddenly started to see him everywhere after that day, you had no clue. You quickly evaded Minho any time he just so happened to pass you in the house, but not before you muttered an audible ‘narcissistic asshole’ and he muttered ‘crazy bitch’ in response.

The next time you happened to properly talk to the man was, again, by complete accident.

You had gradually become more and more depressed as the days dragged along. You tried television, exploring, and even completed five different puzzles that you scattered among the multiple surfaces in the house, but you just constantly felt empty.

Your mind grew heavier and heavier with dread for your future. You had surely lost your job, suddenly up and leaving out of nowhere. You had no clue what would happen to all of your belongings that were left in your apartment. When you fully recovered, where were you supposed to live? How could you possibly find a well-paying job in this shit economy? You couldn’t even afford to buy a hot meal once you got out, let alone buy the necessities you needed to survive!

The day before your six week checkup, Felix found you curled up on one of the poolside chairs with the bottle of Jack Daniel’s you had been nursing on, gaze zoned out into the ripples of water that the wind had brushed over with its graceful movements and feather-light touch. You envied the elements, all having just one job and that was to just simply be themselves. They didn’t have to worry about human struggles like unemployment, housing, or poverty.

And this motherfucking wind was just flaunting it right in front of your salad! Fuck you wind!

Felix calmly walked over and sat down beside you with a contented sigh. You knew he had noticed your mental struggles over the past several weeks, it was only a matter of time before all of his efforts of keeping you entertained would become too tiresome for him. He had already grown tired of keeping you away from the bottle.

He surely has more important things to do than babysit a weak, defenseless woman like me. I wouldn’t blame him if he just stopped helping me altogether… The painful thoughts piled up in your mind like an anthill with all of the insecurities crawling underneath the surface uncomfortably. You had never known yourself to be so self-deprecating…

“Lovely weather isn’t it?”

You deadpanned over at him and he looked confused. “Really? The weather? How cliché of you…” You didn’t realize until after the words left your mouth how rude you were being. You sighed and dropped your head into the palm of your uninjured hand. “Sorry, Felix. I guess I’m just… tense.” You groaned.

He gave you a light pat on the back and smiled sweetly at you. “It’s quite alright, love. Are you excited to finally be free of that sling tomorrow?” He said with a hopeful grin that was the definition of contagious.

Your labial tear finally fully healed a couple weeks ago and you were finally able to breathe without pain shooting to your ribcage, so you were more than thrilled to be rid of the last damned thing restricting your movement. “More than you know.” You huffed out a chuckle and his face lit up.

“Hey! Do you want me to show you a room that I think you’d really like?” He seemed like an excited puppy from the way he asked and who were you to deny him?

“Sure, let’s go.” You said with a tired sigh as you stood with your whisky bottle.

He ended up dragging you over to the detached wing of the house in the back that you had yet to explore (mostly because it was locked every time you tried) and he led you all the way to the top floor before stopping in front of some beautifully carved mahogany double doors. As he opened them, he seemed to be looking forward to showing it as much as you were to seeing it.

Your eyes adjusted to the light pouring out of the far glass wall that led to a large balcony, but what was held in the room before it had you gasping in excitement. It was an entire entertainment room dripping with luxury and expensive activities everywhere.

The theme that surprisingly matched the marble and mahogany walls was black and white with matching poker tables, pool tables, and foosball tables. Not to mention the plethora of video games and consoles.

Again, you found yourself wondering just who this Lee Minho was to have such a plethora of riches. A CEO of some company maybe? A Senator? Fuck, if he was royalty you might have just unknowingly resigned yourself to a life of servitude.

Shaking yourself from those thoughts, you turned back to Felix with the widest smile you had had in a long time. “Play with me?” You asked him excitedly and he was more than eager to comply.

Due to your injured arm, you found out that all you could really do was play board games and drink, but still, it was a welcome change of pace. Again, Felix had long since given up on trying to keep you away from the liquor due to your unhealthy persistence. However, the alcohol hit you very much the same.

“You know…” You began, thankfully still able to make clear conversation without slurring your words (you think). “You said that mister-golden-stick-up-his-ass was ‘not that bad’...” You rolled your eyes while using finger-quotations. “But I have yet to see any proof of that.”

Felix replied with a long, dejected sigh. “Look, I know he has a gruff exterior, but it’s not his fault. He has to be that way for… many different reasons…” The blonde abruptly bit his tongue and looked back down to the game in front of him with a worried brow. “Um, it- it’s your turn…”

You narrowed your eyes and picked up the dice. “Well you know what I think? I think he just likes seeing people squirm. I think he belittles everyone around him to make up for his little, tic-tac-sized co—“

“I think I can assure you that’s not the case.” You jolted out of your seat at the unexpected voice from behind you, causing you to spin around and face the man immediately in your panic. Minho had fury in his eyes. Even his quick and calm words were spoken from in-between his teeth.

Your eyes shot wide open. “I—“

“OHMYGOSH! You're that one girl that walked into one of our meetings!” A handsome, round-faced man from behind Minho said with a bright smile. Pft, a meeting? Is that what they call it? “Shit, hyung… she’s gorgeous…” You vaguely heard the round faced man mutter to the older son of a bitch man.

You seethed at the scoff from in between the elder’s lips as you glared each other down. He clicked his tongue in amusement. “Please, Hannie. She’s just a tiny little pest that bites the hand that feeds her.” He said without straying his eyes from yours. He grew a sinister smile before bending down to your level. “Isn’t that right, little Tinkerbell?”

“Tinkerbell?!?!—“ You exclaimed with disbelief. You weren’t that tiny…

Your blood was boiling and, before you could execute your retort or kick him in the balls, the other man pushed past the elder and grasped your free hand. “I’m Han Jisung. It’s a pleasure to meet you, beautiful.” The man said with a kiss to the back of your hand and a wink.

You found yourself blushing and sputtering instead of tremoring and cowering like you expected from a random man’s touch. You introduced yourself while a shy smile crept its way onto your face and his resulting smile was blinding and radiant.

Your ears registered a huff before the man was quickly yanked back away from you. Your brows furrowed, and you studied their interaction as Minho turned his back to you to whisper in the other man’s ear. Although you tried, you couldn’t make out the words that were transpired, which made the reaction from Jisung all the more concerning.

The younger man just widened his eyes at you as if he had seen a ghost. What the fuck did that man say to him? That you were some whore from a strip club he found laying behind a dumpster in a pool of blood like a dying rodent? One that he, for some reason, felt obligated to nurse back to life? Surely that’s what he must have thought of you. Hell, your work ‘uniform’ could have had him pegging you as a stripper yourself!

You felt stupid angry tears well up in your eyes. “Pity we can’t enjoy our time in my own damned game room due to–” Minho said as he slowly turned back to you before he halted his words completely once seeing your face.

Fucking stupid emotions. The fucking betrayal of your own goddamned tear ducts! You looked to the ceiling to will the tears away before you returned his gaze which was frozen in what looked like… surprise?

“Don’t bother.” You said with a crack to your voice. “I’m finished with this place anyway.” You growled as you shoved him aside and ran as fast as you could back to the safety of your room.

You had never been more eager to return back to your shitty life from before than you did at that moment.

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“Wh-what do you mean?!” You squealed at Chris.

“I mean that, although you may remove the sling and start using your arm again, you still need to stay for several more weeks to properly heal with physical therapy and exercises.”

“And I can’t just do that on my own?!”

“As you were told, you will be staying here throughout your entire recovery process before being released from my care. That includes post-op treatment and therapy.”

You threw your sling across the room in a rage. “I’M HEALED, OKAY? I don’t need anymore of this bull–” You flung your arms up in a defiant gesture before a flash of blinding pain shot throughout your entire arm and made you almost vomit mid-sentence. You chalked the tears running down your face to being caused by the pain and not the immense disappointment with your situation.

You felt a gentle hand rest on your arm before the doctor took another look at your bare shoulder to make sure you didn’t damage anything. “I’m sorry…” He said softly and you let your tears flow free in defeat.

It shouldn’t be so awful. You could be drowning in hospital bills and having to take care of yourself without any assistance. Or worse, you could have been left for dead. But in the hands of such a volatile man with unsuspecting and uncertain motives? What could you possibly have done in your past life to deserve this life? No amount of riches and luxury could make up for the deep black pit that enveloped your soul.

Numbness. You needed back your numbness.

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MINHO’S POV

He couldn’t hold his leg still, the bouncing coming completely involuntarily. He felt a gentle hand rest on his knee and his eyes floated over to his best friend’s soft smile.

“Honestly, hyung. Am I rubbing off on you?” Jisung said lightheartedly, to which Minho replied with a scoff.

“You wish. You just want the satisfaction of having any sway over me.” The elder teased half-heartedly, eyes still glued to the papers on his office desk the two were busy organizing.

He had read the same sentence about thirteen times and he still couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to the clock or the office door.

“But I DO and you know it.” The younger said with a taunting poke to the other man’s cheek. Minho knew he was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. He always prided himself on being able to keep himself composed in even the most taxing and dangerous situations. But with Jisung, he was just… different.

The sound of footsteps that were heard down the hallway made the man stiffen immediately and Minho closed his eyes to collect himself before he watched a blonde head peek in the doorway.

“Hey Lix! What’s the news on our lady?” Jisung chirped and Minho snapped at him.

“She is NOT ‘our’ anything, Sung.” The younger man just rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the man at the door.

“Well…” Felix said while folding his hands and adverting his gaze to his pristine shoes. “She still won’t eat and she still wants to be left alone… She said she…” He flitted his eyes up to Minho momentarily before dropping them again. “She said she can take care of herself and doesn’t need help from… and these are her words not mine… ‘a pretentious motherfucker with a stick up his ass and a cock down his throat.’” Felix winced at his own words and Jisung sputtered a suppressed laugh.

“Wow hyung, do you think she knows?” Han said, beyond amused.

“Jesus, Han. It was ONE TIME! And don’t give me that look, we were all wasted and you were more than willing.” Minho narrowed his eyes at the younger who still wore a suppressed grin. Minho sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. “I think I should talk to her.” He said, resolute.

“Hyung, I don’t really think that’s a good ide–”

“Well I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to finish that sentence, Yongbok. Now, go cook up something for me to bring to her.”

Felix looked like he was about to protest until he cowered from the fiery glare of the elder.

It wasn’t long before Felix returned to Minho’s office with a giant tray of hot, steamy goods and a large mug of herbal tea. He even added the pretty little glass kitty stir stick for the side of honey he offered for the tea.

Minho smiled fondly. That was the stir stick he had bought for Felix on their last business trip to Japan. He was happy to see it was still being used.

Without a word, Minho stepped up to the blonde boy and ruffled his hair. He then uncuffed and rolled up his sleeves before taking the tray from the younger’s hands and calmly walking upstairs.

*****TW*****

Three knocks. Three more knocks. Silence.

Minho sighed. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here and I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, but we need to talk.” Minho said through the closed door loud enough to be heard from the entire upper floor.

Silence.

He felt his temper rise before he closed his eyes and composed himself once more. “You will have to come out eventually and I would rather it be on… pleasant terms. I will not repeat myself!”

Silence.

He felt his patience dwindling. He balanced the tray on one hand and tried the doorknob, consequences be damned.

Locked.

What the fuck was this bitch’s problem? “Okay, look. Either you open the motherfucking door or I will force my way in, got it?!”

When he was still met with more silence, he snapped. Making sure the tray was still secure, he immediately grabbed the key that was kept on the top of the doorframe and violently unlocked and swung open the door.

His blood ran cold at the sight before him and the food instantly crashed to the ground, dishes shattering, tea splattering, and stir stick bursting into a dozen pieces.

It wasn’t often that Minho panicked, but that was exactly what he felt at that moment. Panic.

“Y-YONGBOK! CHANNIE-HYUNG!” The man screamed at the top of his lungs as he rushed past the threshold.

Minho was barely ever shaken. Not even when his life was threatened countless times. But seeing you, the empty pill bottle, and the purple color of your lips on your unconscious body? He felt an intense fear tremble through his core.

Had he triggered this? Was this his fault? Should he have been more careful with you? What could he have done better? Whatever it was, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you didn’t survive this.

He had dealt with overdose instances before with his clients and he found himself snapping into action. If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Please like, follow, and share! Thanks baby stays! 😘

Without further ado, he lifted your lifeless body and adjusted you on the floor to be on your side before promptly attaching his lips to your own as he desperately tried to breathe life back into you. He didn’t give a fuck if you ended up vomiting all over him.

It wasn’t long before sprinting was heard down the hall and, not only did Chan and Felix barge in, but the entire rest of his group rushed in as well, guns drawn and eyes peeled.

It took half a second of shock to register on their faces before they leaped into action.

Again, Minho was barely ever shaken… but he was.

*****END OF TW*****

END OF MINHO’S POV

To be continued…

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Oh my gosh I want to hide in a hole… 🫣 I feel the need to say sorry for whoever actually read this. It’s a rollercoaster.

The next chapters will be a lot less heavy I swear. Just be patient please. 🥺

I haven’t really written anything THIS serious, so I hope the series will be okay. Especially for @linoots who didn’t ask for any of this violence, but just requested the general prompt… Sorry baby.

As always, please like, follow, and share!

Thanks baby Stays! Please don’t hate me! 😘

And of course my squad:

@lyramundana

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2chopsticks2eyes · 3 months

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Hii, just finished reading your story "well shit" on ao3 and was about to leave a comment to ask if you could please do a sequel or more chapters to that story? Would definitely love to read how they win over big bro to give them their blessings.

And the same request goes for what you deserve. Would love to read more of that story as well. Have so far read those 2 from you and I have to say absolutely amazing writing and amazing stories! I love how you write alot of smut but also alot of story as well. ❤️

Aw thank you so much sweetheart! 🥺 I would love to write sequels for those fics, but if I did it would be waaay down the road considering my request list and some other ideas I’ve been dying to write about. I have started brainstorming a bit for a sequel for What You Deserve, but again, it would be a looong time before I could get around to it. So if you’re willing to wait, I’m sure you will at least get a sequel to that one! 😻

I’m so glad you liked them honey! 💋

#sequels?

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2chopsticks2eyes · 3 months

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I am actually so obsessed with Numb, like I love all your work, I’ve binge read your stuff repeatedly, your writing is so good, but I think Numb is somehow taking the cake???? holy shit the rollercoaster of emotions is insane and I’m here for it.

can I pleasepleaseplease be added to the taglist? omg

- @maknaeswrld 💚

Of course sweetie! Would you like to be added just for this series or for all my works?

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2chopsticks2eyes · 3 months

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I FUCKING ADORE NUMB. SERIOUSLY. I KNOW I WILL SOUND MENTALLY BUT THIS IS THE TYPE OF FANFIC I ALWAYS SEARCH FOR. I LOVE YOU. NUMB WAS FUCKING JAWDROPPING

My heart 😭❤️‍🩹

Thank you so much sweetheart! I’m so relieved to hear that. I hope you remain patient for more.

Sending lots of love hun 🫶

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2chopsticks2eyes · 3 months

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I just want to thank all of my followers real quick for the warm welcome back 🥹 Your feedback is what keeps me most motivated so don’t think that your words are falling on deaf ears (just an expression lol) I want to reply to all of your amazing reblogs, so I will just thank you all here (you know who you are) I love you my sweet babies! 💋😽💋

#thank you 🫶🏻

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2chopsticks2eyes · 3 months

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***FYI***

The concept photos I posted for my 1000 followers post are for my work “Numb”. I renamed it. 😬

#just fyi

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