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Cupid's Christmas ‖ final

After your encounter with Minho, you choose Good Guy and decide to meet him at the Cupid's Christmas event.

⤑ word count: 18.9k ⤑ genre: non-idol!au, enemies to lovers, mutual (sort of) pining, angst, smut, fluff ⤑ pairing: lee know x reader ⤑ warnings: explicit content, smut [intercourse, oral (m. and f. receiving), multiple orgasms] ⤑ a/n: thank you all for the support with this story and @joyfulhopelox for putting up with me while i was writing it ♡ ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ posting schedule: pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4

Saturday, Dec 18th

Saturday was the first day you felt okay enough to leave the house after Thursday night took an unexpected turn. Was it that unexpected? You weren’t even sure why you were so hung up on going and talking to Minho, but it happened. You took a double shift on Saturday, chatted with Good Guy in the morning, and went to work, forcing yourself to be social to get out of your own head.

The thing was, you lived on your own because you had to move from home to attend university. So, when you were home alone, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about things you didn’t want to be thinking about, like having sex with Minho and the fact that you ditched classes on Friday so you wouldn’t run into him.

The thought of having to sit so close to him after everything was terrifying and awkward and you just couldn’t get yourself to do it, so you stayed home all day and wallowed in self-pity. Eun-ah called, asking for details, and you tried to keep it as tame as possible. She thought that you two hooking up was a great thing if it would help you figure out what you really wanted, but you just didn’t feel the same way.

It felt like you’d just walked out on Minho, but it was for the best. You couldn’t even face the guy in class, let alone date him. Maybe it was the drinks or something, but you couldn’t believe you told Minho not to kiss you or be nice to you while you were having sex. Just remembering that made you feel embarrassed. What kind of a person does that, and then just walks out once it’s done? You were aware of your awkwardness, but this really took the cake.

As if that wasn’t enough, Good Guy hadn’t texted that morning, the first time in almost a month, which you found strange. The truth was, you didn’t text him either because you were too busy worrying about your actions the previous night. Texting him was the last thing on your mind after you woke up and realized that last night did indeed happen and that you had sex with Minho.

You texted that afternoon though, worried about messing that up as well, and Good Guy apologized for not being the first one to say hi.

Good Guy: i got too drunk last night so my day went by in a hurry 😬 sorry!

Good Guy: how are you? had fun last night?

You: similar to yours, i think 😅

What a lie. Good Guy got drunk, but he surely didn’t fuck someone he’s been bickering with for years. That was just you. Still, you couldn’t exactly tell him that.

You: i had an ok time but i’m getting too old for parties, think

Good Guy: me too! we would have had a better time going to the fair together then 😉

You: maybe next time!

However, one day of self-pity was enough, so you went to work on Saturday, hoping that being around people would help you deal with it better. If anything, it would at least stop you from focusing on Minho and Minho alone.

Of course, life had different plans for pathetic losers who tried running from the consequences of their actions, so after lunchtime, a group of guys walked into the coffee shop. The very instant you heard them speak, you recognized Minho’s voice. A second later, you spotted him with Hyunjin and Seungmin, walking over to a table and sitting down.

It wasn’t surprising to see him there at all, but you usually paid no attention to him, and Minho didn’t seem to notice you there, either. You never waited his table, and he never said hi anyway, which was just further proof of him exaggerating this whole crush he claimed to have on you.

It was your turn to serve tables and your colleague’s turn to make the drinks, but it was time to beg, so you did. In the end, Iseul agreed to serve the three guys once you explained you had kind of a history with one of them. There was no way you were going to give any details of the embarrassing story between you two.

You noticed Minho turning around to check where you were, but you turned to face the coffee machine and hoped he wouldn’t wave or call your name or anything like that.

They stayed at the coffee place for an hour, and you tried your hardest not to even look at them. Iseul was there to refill their drinks and bring them anything they wanted, so it went well until it was time to leave. Seungmin and Hyunjin walked past the bar first while you tried to pretend you were too busy unloading the dishwasher to even notice them, but when they said bye to you directly, you had no choice but to look up and greet them too, just in time to notice Minho waiting by the bar.

Since Iseul was too busy cleaning up their table, she couldn’t come serve Minho, so you had to be professional and walk over to the register and check if he wanted anything.

“Hey, can I help you?” you asked in the fakest customer service voice ever and hoped he wouldn’t mention anything personal. Not here, not today.

“I just came over to say hi to you,” Minho smiled uncomfortably before looking around. “You didn’t come to class so I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m great,” you nodded, clearing your throat. “If you don’t need anything, I’ll go back to work.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed the words out with a frown. “I’m not sure what I did wrong, but it has to be something, right?” The chuckle made it sound like he was frustrated with himself. “It was the last class of the semester, so we won’t, uh, have classes together anymore… I wanted to see you before the break.”

Minho was right, yesterday was your last class of the semester, at least one shared with him, which meant you wouldn’t have to see him during the break. After that, you’d start a new semester, and who knew how many classes you’d have with him. In case the class wasn’t full, you wouldn’t have to sit next to him at all.

“Minho, I’m… At work, so I really can’t talk about this,” you stuck your tongue out to wet your lips, feeling bad about turning him down. But, the alternative was to stand there at your job and discuss everything with him, which just wasn’t an option. “Now’s not a good time.”

Minho gulped loudly before opening his mouth to say something, but words simply didn’t seem to be coming. Instead, he just sighed loudly and looked away, clearly disappointed. “Okay. I’m really sorry if I said or did something to upset you. I said I know how to take no for an answer, so I’ll be taking it from now on. Thank you. Sorry.”

With that, he turned around and followed his friends outside. When he greeted them, you saw Hyunjin frown and Seungmin pat his shoulder, so you guessed they knew what happened too. Great, did the entire class know too? Seeing Minho walk away from the coffee shop with hunched shoulders made you feel bad for him, for some reason. Were you being too harsh on him? It wasn’t exactly his fault, nothing was.

He did suggest giving it a try to see if there was chemistry, but you could have said no, right? You didn’t have to go through with any of it, let alone sleep with the guy, especially if you weren’t sure about what you wanted. First, you walked out on him, then you bailed on the class altogether, and now you told Minho you didn’t want to talk about it. What else was he supposed to do?

Maybe it was for the best, though. You two didn’t even have each other’s numbers, let alone social media. You knew next to nothing about each other, and that worked for you for years. During the last couple of months, things changed somehow, but it was a temporary thing.

All this talk about dating and the thing with Good Guy clearly messed with your decision-making and made you see things that just weren’t there. Sleeping with Minho was fun and exciting, you had to give him that, but it didn’t mean you’d make a good couple or even get along. It just meant you could sleep together and have fun, and that was something you could have with other guys, too.

Friday, Dec 24th — the night of the Cupid’s Christmas party

The week after Minho paid you a visit at work was the longest one you’ve had. You talked to Good Guy morning and evening, but even that wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. It seemed like you two were both equally cold somehow, which was weird considering you were getting along so well. But, things changed after Good Guy mentioned Minho, and you changed because of all the things that happened between you and him in the meantime. It wasn’t Good Guy’s fault. He didn’t know a thing about it, and maybe that was for the better.

What was most annoying was that you and Good Guy actually had real chemistry, over text at least, and there was a chance you could work. After all, Eun-ah knew you both and she thought you’d be a perfect match. And, you let that all suffer because you wanted to play games with Lee Minho, of all people, and for what? You guys didn’t even talk. You’d see him at the Christmas party, if you decided to show up, and then next semester if the stars aligned that way, which was improbable. You had at least one class together since the beginning of college, which was too suspicious, and that had to end someday. So, you wouldn’t be seeing Minho much.

That was basically the summary of your thoughts on Minho and Good Guy and the entire situation that plagued your mind all week at work. You asked for double shifts whenever possible to spend as much time as possible around people. When you weren’t working, you were with friends, anywhere but home alone. You couldn’t go see your parents these holidays, mostly because it was expensive, but also because you signed up for a volunteering event to feed the homeless around New Year’s with Eun-ah, and you really wanted to help others when you clearly weren’t capable of helping yourself.

All the thinking didn’t do you much good, but in the end, you decided to text Good Guy and let him know you would be coming to the party after all. You two had talked about it before, but the week before the party, neither one of you even mentioned it. You talked about his hobbies and life, and your work and plans for volunteering, steering clear from topics that had to do with the two of you as a thing, together.

On top of that, you wanted him to know who you are. It was now or never, and you wanted to know if you managed to fuck this up as well for yourself. Sending personal information was a huge deal for you, but it was either that or not getting to meet Good Guy at all.

You: oh and here’s a link to my insta so you know who i am, in case it helps you decide whether to reveal your identity too 😊

Surprisingly, Good Guy didn’t respond, which rarely happened. It wasn’t that he always responded to your texts immediately, but you never had to wait longer than an hour when you were the first one to text. If you were already texting, he’d take five minutes tops to respond, so this was strange, but then again, he had every right to ghost you.

That was the whole point of Cupid’s Christmas—you got to choose whether to meet the person or not. If Good Guy didn’t want to meet, he could just ghost you, and that would be the end of it. Still, you had a feeling he wasn’t that type of guy, that he’d at least have the decency to tell you he was not interested in meeting you or something.

You were holding on to hope that Good Guy would end up responding, but even if he didn’t, you’d be going to the party. There was just no way you were going to say home alone and feel bad about yourself after everything. Besides, Eun-ah wanted you to come, saying that there’d be other people who wouldn’t be meeting their texting partner today. In other words, you weren’t going to be the only loser out there. Surprisingly, that made you feel better.

After all, you really weren’t the type of person who measured her quality of life based on whether she had a love interest or not. Because of this, you used the afternoon to relax and get ready, including taking a long bath while sipping on wine and listening to calming music, doing your nails and makeup, and taking an hour to decide on the best outfit.

During all of this, you managed to miss Good Guy’s texts, but when you did see them, your heart raced faster.

Good Guy: sorry! i’ve been busy today with my family, cats, and getting stuff ready for christmas

Good Guy: i think you’re probably the most gorgeous girl i’ve ever seen and i’m not just saying that

Good Guy: but you’ll scoff and won’t believe it anyway, right? 💀

Good Guy: anyway, i’ll find you at the party! i have to run! 😘

Since there were no rules on how and when exactly you were going to reveal your identities to each other, you didn’t find anything weird about Good Guy not sending you a picture. In fact, you didn’t want to feel weird about it. You had to put some trust into others, after all. Otherwise, you’d never meet anyone decent. Besides, the dude was charming over texts, so you were sure he’d be just as charming in real life, too.

You just hoped he’d be able to recognize you since the place was packed from the second you showed up. Hyunjin walked up to you as soon as he noticed you and gave you a warm hug, and for a second, your heart stopped because you got scared Hyunjin was Good Guy. You couldn’t do that to Minho, even if he was who he was, and especially not after everything that’s happened. Dating his friend was out of the question. Besides, you were sure if Hyunjin was Good Guy, he wouldn’t be excited to find out you fucked Minho.

The truth was, you only started to worry about it when it was close to midnight and there was no sign of Good Guy. Not a text, not a call, and no one in sight who was even looking at you, which made you think he bailed on you. You didn’t even notice Minho, which was weird, because you were certain he said he was a part of the Cupid’s Christmas event and that he’d be coming. Did his date bail out on him, too? Or did he just not want to run into you since you treated him badly?

Would Good Guy really bail on you? Maybe he thought you weren’t as reliable, which, to be honest, you were thinking about yourself right about then. You’d just slept with Minho the other week as if that was a normal thing to do. You hated the guy for years, then fucked him to see if there’s chemistry. Who does that? Thoughts of this kind consumed you for most of the night.

A lot of the people at the party were already in pairs, so you realized that Eun-ah’s plan had worked and that some people hit it off. However, there were still a lot of people there who were hanging out in groups or with a friend, so that told you you weren’t the only loser there, at least. Good Guy could be anyone if he was even there.

Instead of focusing on how pathetic you felt, you found Eun-ah and her blind date, Sebastian, and hung around them. They seemed to be in a talkative mood and you didn’t feel like you were being a cockblock.

“Talked to Good Guy?” Eun-ah asked after a conversation about Sebastian, where you basically asked a lot about him to get a general vibe. He seemed like a genuine guy who was into Eun-ah, so you were happy for them. She seemed excited to have him there and introduce him to her friends, so things seemed to be going well for the pair.

“Is he here?” you asked, to which she grimaced. You couldn’t help yourself—you wanted to know if you got ditched without an explanation.

“I… I can’t tell you that,” Eun-ah said with a sigh, but her face told you she was worried about it too. Did she think he’d reveal his identity, too? “The night’s not over yet, so I don’t want to ruin anything he may have planned. We can talk about it tomorrow, though?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you two to it and just get drunk.”

“Slow down,” Eun-ah shot you a glare, which you remembered exactly an hour later when you started to feel the alcohol hit.

At that point, you were dancing with the couple of friends Eun-ah and you had in common, which made you feel like less of a loser for not having a date that night. By that time, people were dancing in couples, and you guessed a lot of them didn’t meet through the blind dating thing because you hadn’t seen them even talk earlier.

However, the house was huge, and music was being played in two rooms, which Eun-ah did her best to clean out so nobody ruined some of her family’s prized possessions. You didn’t know what was going on in the other room, but this room was keen on having fun and dancing, so you joined in with your friends.

That’s when you noticed Minho and Hyunjin making their entrance by dancing tango into the crowd, both almost crying laughing, which told you they were drunk. Seeing Minho stung a little bit, but you couldn’t explain the feeling to yourself. Why would seeing him make you feel that way? You’d see him three times a week in class if you ended up signing up for the same one again, and you’d get tired of it the very first week, wishing you didn’t have to sit near him.

Instead of going over and saying hi to the man who’d just done some nasty things to you in a closet, you kept dancing with friends and thinking about the music. When you were drunk, you could lose focus quickly, which is exactly what you wanted at that very moment.

No thinking about Minho, no thinking about Good Guy, and most of all, no thinking about how you managed to screw things up with not one, but two men who seemed to like you just last week. Were you really that undateable? Maybe it was time for you to get on that show about undateable people. Considering your luck, they’d probably hook you up with that asshole colleague of yours.

And then, somehow, Hyunjin and Minho were dancing with your group of friends, guys and girls alike, and of course, everyone thought they were entertaining. Even Seoyun—who really hated most men and everything they had to offer—did the boogie with them and laughed. And then, Minho was right in front of you, dancing, offering you his hand so you two could dance the same way he’d danced with almost all of your friends just then. If you said no, it would have been really strange. People would notice and ask what’s up, and you wanted none of the attention on you, so you danced, trying hard not to look at him, but it was difficult.

After a while, Minho said your name which made you look at him, even though unwillingly. “Yeah?”

“We should talk,” he suggested with a pleading look on his face, not taking his eyes off of you. He looked even better than you remembered, his scent just as enticing.

“You seem drunk, Minho,” was the best you could come up with as your heart raced.

Minho chuckled, looking to the side, but he didn’t seem to be in a playful mood at all. “I’m not gonna lie, I am. I’d just like to talk to you.”

“So you had to get drunk for that?”

“Yes,” he scratched the back of his head and slowed his movements down.

“Okay, let’s hear it then.”

Instead of saying what he had to say there, Minho grabbed your hand and led the way to the adjacent room, which seemed a lot quieter. Then, he stopped and turned around, looking strange. Usually, he’d smirk and make a comment about you, but not this time.

“I broke the rule of the Cupid’s thing,” he informed you of something that was none of your business.

“How?”

Minho pulled his phone out of his back pocket and stayed on it for a second, which is when your phone started ringing, and you knew what name would flash across your screen without even having to check, but you did so anyway.

Incoming call: Good Guy

The initial shock wasn’t wearing off as you watched the nickname on your screen. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Shitting?” Minho feigned surprise and then chuckled, but faintly. “Your highne—”

You were sure he was about to say something stupid about you swearing, but he seemed to stop himself mid-sentence when he saw the way you were looking at him. Really? Minho was Good Guy? “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t know when I got your number,” Minho raised both hands and leaned his head towards you, giving you a slight nod, as if that was going to reassure you. There was no way he didn’t know.

“Really?” you glared at him, wrapping your hands around yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. He was the guy you’d been texting for weeks now, the guy you thought you had a real chance with.

“Yeah,” Minho nodded a couple of times, “and only because I lost my phone last year and lost all contacts, including yours, with it.”

“Mine?” you were genuinely confused as to how Minho would ever get your number. You two never talked to each other over the phone.

“Yeah. You gave it to me years ago,” he said, alluding to that party. “Did you not even save mine?”

“No,” you admitted, feeling a bit less angry now. You really treated this man horribly from the get-go, it seemed. But, at the time, you saw no reason to save his number. After all, he seemed to have his hand full of that girl.

“Oh,” Minho chuckled, shaking his head, which made him look even more disappointed. “Great. This is looking good for me.”

You didn’t say anything to that—you couldn’t. You just kept staring at him and wondering how it was possible that he was Good Guy. Good Guy was sweet to you, wanted to know more about you, could get you excited about texting him even after bad days, and then there was Minho… Who made some of your days worse.

But then again, he did make some better, you had to give him that. Still, he knew all this time and never said a word, letting you make a fool out of yourself in person and over text.

“I didn't know, really,” Minho said, placing his hand over his heart, “but then you mentioned me by name in like, the fifth text.”

You looked down, feeling embarrassed about the text you sent to Good Guy. It was a shitty thing to say about Minho, even if you hated the guy, but you didn't feel like the bigger person there, not right then. It was true that you mentioned how much you despised Minho on the first day you started talking to Good Guy, and you never even thought he could be behind those texts.

“And I thought, maybe I should keep texting her. She’s gonna be pissed off when she realizes it’s me,” Minho said, tonguing his cheek, looking kind of angry about all of it.

“Well, kudos to you for making one correct assumption.”

“Yeah, okay, but that was just then,” he pointed out. “I tried to ignore you in class but I couldn’t. And then I thought… I’ve been into you for years, and we’re not making any progress, and it’s solely because you think I’m someone I’m not. But what if I text you as me and drop all the pretense? I thought you’d get to see that there’s more to me than all the joking.”

While you did understand his point, you still thought it was morally wrong to play with someone’s feelings like that. “I think you should have just told me then.”

“And then what?” Minho frowned before sighing. “You’d just quit the game and that would be it. I’d be right where I started, minus a chance to meet the person Eun-ah wanted to set me up with.”

“Fucking Eun-ah!” you muttered the second Minho mentioned her because it reminded you that she was the one who set you up with fucking Lee Minho of all the possible people she knew. And she never said a word about it, not even when you explained your issue with Minho on the side! They were both fucking liars—maybe the two could make it work.

“Was she not right?” Minho cocked his head to the side and waited for your reaction.

“No!” you said adamantly, not believing he actually thought that. The frown on his face told you that he actually did. “You know me! Of course you know what to say.”

“That’s such bullshit, and you know it,” Minho chuckled in contempt, clearly fed up with your excuses. “I don’t know anything about you, other than you love to bicker with me.”

Well, that was true. You two weren’t friends, you weren’t close, and you didn’t even follow each other on social media, so Minho had no way of knowing anything about you, other than the things you’d told him. “Still, it doesn’t seem fair. I didn’t know about it.”

“And if you did, would you really be as honest with me as you were with… Good Guy?” Hearing Minho use the nickname made you feel sick. He really let you make a fool out of yourself like that, and it went on for weeks. “I don’t think so.”

The word creampie flashed in front of your eyes, making you remember the conversation in detail. Now that you knew Minho was the person behind those words, you felt weird. When Good Guy said those things, your imagination ran wild, and you imagined a guy fucking you like that, filling you up, which wasn’t like you at all. Knowing it was Minho who was making you feel that way was strange, to say the least.

“I never would have said those things if I knew it was you,” you admitted, looking away in embarrassment. You told Minho you’d be willing to maybe get a creampie from him if things worked out. Minho! The thought brought you so much shame you couldn’t even look at the guy.

“Okay… But then again, if you never mentioned how much you hated me, I wouldn’t have known it was you”, Minho brought both his hands up, lifting them between your bodies. “So, we’d still go on to talk for the full month, and I’d still tell you all the same things. We clicked. I thought that you’d change your mind if you see that we had chemistry in person and over text.”

You nodded, kind of understanding his line of thinking. Still, you couldn’t help feeling betrayed. None of this changed the fact that Minho knew he was talking to you this entire time, yet let you think he was someone else.

“If I was being honest, I was hoping you’d ditch Good Guy and go out with me,” Minho rubbed the back of his neck, swallowing loudly, and he looked the furthest thing away possible from the smirky cocky guy he usually was. “But I fucked up because you didn’t choose me at all, despite the chemistry and my trying hard. So I’m sorry for that. I know you’re probably really angry.”

“I’m not angry, Minho,” you admitted with a long sigh. “Just really disappointed.”

And you were. None of this was what you expected, and now that you knew the truth, you felt really bad about it because both Eun-ah and Minho knew about all of this, but played dumb and let you act so stupid.

“Like that’s any better,” he scoffed, looking at the floor with a frown. He did look really remorseful, you had to give him that, at least. “I know you are. You chose the nice guy over me and you can’t have him because he’s me, and you hate me. I thought you’d see it as a win-win situation either way, but I was way off, clearly. I’m really sorry. Maybe you are right, I should have said something as soon as you mentioned me.”

You decided to ignore the whole part about this being a win-win situation because your pride was really suffering right then. The Minho you used to hate but became really attracted to talked to you all this time and pretended not to know who you are. He infiltrated your life in a really sneaky way, and if he hadn’t told you about it just now, you never would have found out.

So, all you could say was, “Maybe you should have.”

“I just… I thought I wouldn’t get anything out of it,” he shook his head, clearly feeling remorseful. It was either that or Minho was the best manipulator out there. Even though you disliked him, you didn’t think he was that type of guy.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you scoffed, finding the whole situation disappointing. “At least you got to fuck this way, right? You got something out of it after all.”

“That’s not what I meant, really,” he reached out and tried to place his hand on your shoulder, but you moved away. The last thing you needed right then was for Minho to touch you.

“Don’t, Minho, please,” you said, and he stopped mid-air before quickly pulling his hand away, frowning. “I do understand things from your perspective, but you should try to do the same.”

“Let me hear it,” he offered, nodding slowly. “I want to know how you feel. That’s… All I’ve been asking for.”

“In my head, I’m talking to a really nice guy who is interested in me and I’m also dealing with this weird thing with you. I’ve felt like absolute crap for sleeping with you because of the guy I was texting. I didn’t think it was fair. It just felt wrong. And I’m only now finding out you’re the same fucking person,” you started the whole thing calmly, but by the end, you were raising your voice because of how embarrassed and cornered you felt.

“I’m sorry I let it get to this point. I honestly thoug—”

“I know what you thought,” you grimaced and pointed a finger up. “I’d say yes to you and stop talking to Good Guy, and it would all go away. But I’d get your number sooner or later.”

Minho gulped loudly and looked at your mouth. “I was going to tell you. If we agreed on going on the date, I was going to say it. That’s why I asked you that day… We had a deal, remember? That you’d come home early to talk? So I stopped you at college and I thought… If you stay and talk to me and ditch Good Guy, I should just tell you right away. I mean, I was going to tell you either way. I did, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you nodded. You could have never found out because you knew Eun-ah wouldn’t tell you if Minho asked her not to. She was always the moral one in your friend group, always. “I have to give you that. Uhm… Let’s talk some other time, okay?”

“Are—? Do—? Ah, fuck! Do…” Minho wasn’t making any sense, his words just didn’t come out right. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’d really like to talk to you more, but I understand if you just don’t want to see or hear from me.”

Minho’s face told you he was desperate because this was the third time you were simply walking out on him without a word, but once again, you had to process his actions and figure out where to take it from there. It felt like the last month of your life had been a lie, both the Good guy and Minho stuff. None of it was what you thought it was, and that hurt.

“Yeah, that’s kind of how I feel right now,” you sighed and shook your head at him, feeling your eyes welling up with tears for some reason.

“I’m really, really sorry for not saying anything sooner,” he said once again, gulping, looking nervous. “I wish I could take it back. But I’m him, and I meant everything I said.”

“Well, I wish you would have told me before so I wouldn’t feel like such a two-timing bitch,” you hoped that would explain your feelings well.

A couple of minutes later, you were keen on locating your next target before she disappeared into one of the rooms upstairs. It didn’t take you long to find Eun-ah, who was dancing with Hyunjin while Sebastian danced with another one of her friends.

The quick tap on the shoulder and nod towards the door told her everything she needed to know because she came following a minute later, huffing and puffing because of all the dancing she was doing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Minho?” you gave her a glare that could kill, frustrated beyond words. “Lee Minho? Really?”

“Listen,” Eun-ah cleared her throat, placed both hands on your shoulders, and sighed before explaining. “I know you two had something in the past. I didn’t know the details when I set this up, but you said it fell through and nothing ever happened after. You’ve just recently told me the whole story, and I didn’t know before. Well, I’ve heard Minho talk about you a lot,” she said, giving you a knowing look, “before he knew we were friends. Hyunjin would take me there often, and Minho mentioned you from time to time. When I put the pieces together, I realized it was you. So, why not?”

“I don’t like him, Eun-ah.”

There were people in your life you could lie to and get away with it, people who didn’t read you as well as others. Eun-ah wasn’t one of them, which is what the stare she gave you meant. “You fell for him over texts and you fell for him in real life. What more do you want from the guy?”

“He knew it was me all along,” you informed her, unsure of whether she was in on that too. Was everyone in your life a total liar? Did they get off on knowing you’re embarrassing yourself? Like, you told Minho things that were way too personal for him to know, but only because you thought he was a stranger.

“What?” Eun-ah frowned, clearly confused. “How did he know? I swear I didn’t tell him that, I would never. You were supposed to stay anonymous and fall for each other the right way.”

“I mentioned him in the texts so he figured it out. And not just once,” you were frustrated with yourself at that point more than with her or with Minho.

You were such an idiot sometimes. If you hadn’t brought his name up, Minho wouldn’t have known you were the person he was texting. He could have been himself, and you could have fallen for him, neither one of you knowing who was on the other end. It could have worked out, if not for your stupid resentment towards this guy for a misunderstanding that happened years ago

“Wait, you mentioned Minho, who you supposedly can’t stand, to a guy you were trying to get to know better and maybe date?” Eun-ah smirked at you before scoffing. “And you don’t care about him? Please.”

“I don’t,” you weren’t going to give up on this because you were not sure you liked Minho. You were into him sexually, that much was sure, but liking him? That was something else. “He was rude to me many times, and he should have told me who he was as soon as he figured out who I was.”

“I respectfully disagree,” Eun-ah shrugged and gave you a grin. “He could have told you, yeah, but you would have immediately stopped all contact and you probably wouldn’t have talked to him in person. So, what would either one of you get out of it? You’d be out of the Cupid’s Christmas event, and you wouldn’t get any closer in real life either.”

“Maybe I don’t want to get any closer to Minho,” you suggested.

“Why? All the things you told me about Good Guy are what I know about Minho, so he wasn’t lying to you. He is Good Guy. He’s the guy who made you laugh and treated you nicely and had the same interests.”

“I just can’t believe this Minho is that guy,” you linked your arms across your chest, feeling exposed yet again. “And I can’t even believe you know him that well.”

“I didn’t know he was that guy at first. I know ten Minhos, the possibilities were endless. But then, when he talked about this girl he liked, I put two and two together,” Eun-ah cocked her head to the side. “And you’re mean to him, just so you know. He’s a good person.”

“I’m mean?” you took a step back and looked at her in awe. You? What have you done in this situation? You haven’t lied to him. You felt like crap for being a two-timer and trying to have a thing with Good Guy while sleeping with Minho, not realizing they were one and the same.

Eun-ah grimaced. “Did you not walk out on him after sex?”

“He told you that!?” That little shit. The next time you saw him, he’d hear about this. What’s he doing, going around telling people you two fucked and that you left right after? That didn’t sound good for either one of you.

“You told me that,” Eun-ah sighed loudly. “You tell on yourself all the time. Did you not just tell me you spoke about him to Good Guy on numerous occasions!? I’m sure you weren’t singing him praises. You kissed this dude, then told him you’re not sure you want him. Then, you fucked him and did the same thing. I’m guessing you also turned him down now. I’d feel like shit if I were him.”

She was right—you’d feel like shit too if someone treated you that way. When Eun-ah put it like that, none of it sounded great. “Maybe he had it coming.”

“Did he really?” you didn’t appreciate her tone because she sounded very confident, as if she knew she was right about the whole thing. “From what you said, he did treat you nicely. Tonight, he came over to your friend group and danced with them and you and did everything possible to be nice. And remember that Minho didn’t have to tell you. It wasn’t a rule.”

“It was a decent thing to do,” you immediately responded. At least you had that. Anyone decent would have done it, so she shouldn’t have been praising him for doing the bare minimum.

Eun-ah patted your shoulder again and looked at you with a frown. “I don’t know why you’re upset.”

“No?”

“No. You like Good Guy, you are so into Minho, but you’re conflicted because you think he’s not really into you, and that it’s all a big joke. Plus, you felt bad about having those feelings for two guys. It turns out you have them for the same guy. No guilt! Easy choice. Like, this was the best thing that could have happened.”

“Maybe I wanted it to be someone else,” you said, even though you weren’t sure about that. Would that really have been better? What if Good Guy was someone else and things went well? Would you lie to him about Minho? What would you tell Minho in that case?

“Oh, really? Who is this guy I’m hearing about for the first time?”

“There’s no guy… I just thought it would be someone else.”

“Like who, Hyunjin?” your friend shook her head with a chuckle. “He’s Minho’s friend and as such knows about his infatuation with you. By the way, Minho is the only one of my friends who fit the bill perfectly when I was trying to find someone for you. Even if I didn’t know he had a thing for you, he would have been my first and only choice. If you give this guy a chance without bickering with him, you’ll see it too.”

“I just don’t see him being nice to me, ever. And I don’t see him as someone who can be serious about someone else. He hasn’t got a romantic bone in his body. I’m surprised he can even compliment others.”

“Now, that’s mean,” she pointed out, pausing for a second to give you a glare that made you feel like a total bitch yet again. “You have a point though, Minho has a hard time showing emotions, but he does have them. I thought he hated me for coming to the dance classes for the longest time until I actually talked to him. He’s just like that. And that’s why I think you’d be good together—you’re both emotionally constipated and making fun of people is your love language.”

“That may never work.”

“Oh, and you being with a totally romantic dude would!?” Eun-ah scoffed at the idea and shook her head to prove her point. “Don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong. What if you got some dude who’d make a big scene about revealing his identity? Or someone who’d show up with roses and presents? Or a guy who’d compliment you over texts all the time? You’d run out that door before I could blink, and don’t say I’m not right. You hate men like that, and you run away from too many emotions, which is why I think you want to run away from Minho now. It’s not about him not telling you he’s Good Guy, it’s not about him being this dude you liked years ago—it’s about you being scared that you two have a lot of chemistry.”

Was there a chance Eun-ah was right? She was always level-headed and took everything into account before making decisions. What she was saying made sense on paper, but in reality? Not really. “You think I have feelings for him?”

“I think you do. You don’t love Minho, clearly, but you like him. He makes you laugh. And you had sex with him, which means a lot in your world.”

That did make sense—you didn’t really have sex with random people, not if you didn’t see the potential. But, Minho? The popular kid who seemed to hate your guts?

“I think I’m gonna go home now,” you informed her with a nod.

“Wait, really? Are you okay?”

Were you? You couldn’t really tell, as per usual. You needed time alone, to process it, to dissect the whole thing, and figure out the best course of action. “Yeah, I just… It’s all a bit too much to process and I’ve had too much to drink. I don’t want to stay here and say something I don't mean.”

“Like what, hook up with Minho?” Eun-ah joked, but the laughter died down as soon as she saw your grumpy expression.

“No, I meant the opposite,” you admitted. “I just have to process that the guy I’m talking to is the same guy I fucked and found annoying, plus all the things you told me about him. It’s just a lot.”

“It’s all true,” Eun-ah brought you in for a hug, holding onto you tightly. “Read through your texts with Minho and it will all start to make sense, I think. Think about it, you have time.”

Sunday, Dec 26th

And it did make sense, just like Eun-ah said it would. When you read the whole thing from the beginning on Saturday, while you lay in the bathtub, hoping the warm water would comfort you, you realized that you should have known all along it was Minho.

Whenever you’d mention Minho being an idiot to you in your texts to Good Guy, he found a way to justify his behavior or make it seem like Minho was just joking. The practice thing was also a dead giveaway, but the fact that you always thought Minho was a jock got in the way of you seeing that he wasn’t playing football but practiced dancing almost every night. It made sense, with his physique and stamina.

On top of that, you realized how his behavior changed after you two had a disagreement in class—he told you a friend told him something bad about himself and that made him think about himself and feel terrible. He was there whenever you had a bad day and needed someone to talk to, and he made you laugh every single day, which was something you had to give him props for.

Even if Minho knew it was you, you weren’t aware of his identity. Eun-ah was right—did that change anything? You still talked to the guy and fell for his personality. Had he told you right away, you wouldn’t have continued talking to him and you surely wouldn’t have relaxed and let Minho in as much as you did, or allowed yourself to talk about your wildest fantasies with him.

Besides, Minho also tried to get closer to you in real life too, even though you were acting stupid about it and pushing him out in every way possible. Whenever he tried to be nice, you found a way to turn him down and make it all seem like a big prank, when there was a chance it wasn't.

That Sunday morning, you didn’t receive your early good morning text from Good Guy for the second day in a row. His morning texts were often accompanied by a cute picture of one of his cats, which always made you feel soft for him.

Any guy who liked cats that much was the man for you, but you never imagined that was Minho. The reason you enjoyed the cat thing so much was that you had a thing for men being gentle, and what better proof of that than having and taking care of such fickle animals like cats who sometimes liked and sometimes the attention?

Since you didn’t receive anything in two days because you now knew Good Guy’s real identity, you had no new texts to keep you busy. So, you scrolled through the conversation until you found the picture he’d sent you the other day, of his cat lying on his chest and his hand on its head. Of course, Minho’s head was out of the picture so you couldn’t recognize him by his face.

The amount of time you spent staring at that hand of his was embarrassing, but what was even worse was that you didn’t realize it was Minho’s hand. You saw it every time in class and still didn’t recognize it, not even with the ring that he always wore. Were you really not paying attention to this guy at all?

The reading of old texts made you nostalgic for the days when you didn’t know who Good Guy was, when you could talk to each other freely, without all the worries. That's why the message he sent just then meant a lot.

Good Guy: i miss you, good girl

Minho was really putting himself out there by not just confessing his feelings for you but also texting you again even after you were disappointed by him being Good Guy. You had to commend him on his courage.

Even after you got out of the bath and lay in bed, relaxing and trying to think of something else, you couldn’t take your mind off of him. Minho, Good Guy, all of it. Minho’s behavior towards you changed too. He tried to initiate conversation every time you sat together, which was in every class you two had together. He got concerned about making you cry, which wasn’t like him. The whole cereal gimmick was funny, and so was the ‘your highness’ thing, even though it pained you to admit it. And, Minho became more straightforward with you. The scene of him whispering those things in your ear in class still wasn’t leaving your mind, and that was something.

On top of all that, the sex was great too, and you hated how much your mind ran to it whenever anyone mentioned anything even remotely sexual. When you just heard the word sex, your mind ran to that stupid closet and Minho’s hands on you, keeping you in place as he pumped himself into you, the breathy moans that left his mouth clouding your judgment every single time.

However, you’d also quickly remember how mean you were to him even then. The guy was just trying to be sweet and treat you well while fucking you, and you asked him not to kiss you, like you didn’t absolutely enjoy kissing him. On top of that, you even asked him not to treat you nicely, like a real dumbass without any self-respect. Really classy.

Unable to think about it anymore without getting frustrated with yourself, you dialed your friend’s number.

“Eun-ah, where are you?” you asked as soon as she picked up, hoping she was free to talk, even though you knew chances were slim with her schedule.

“Having lunch with Hyunjin, why? Want to join?” she offered, but you couldn’t think of a worse way to spend your time than having lunch with Minho’s best friend. You wouldn’t be able to look the man in the eye at this point, especially if he knew all the details. “How are you after… everything?”

“Good, good,” you cleared your throat, unsure of whether you should explain how your morning went and what you were thinking about. In the end, you decided to give her the short version. “I was just thinking about it all and decided to text Minho.”

“You have!?” Eun-ah squealed loudly and informed Hyunjin of what you’d just told her. “Ah, I’m happy about this!”

“Girl, you could tell Minho himself while you’re at it,” you joked after realizing she’d just given Hyunjin information that even Minho didn’t know. However, this made Eun-ah scoff at you.

“Please, like Hyunjin won’t find out the second you send the text,” she joked, but you wondered whether there was any truth behind it.

If Minho was as interested as he claimed, you didn’t see why he wouldn’t share the news with his friend. And it wasn’t news exactly, just you accepting his date invite if the offer still stood and he was still interested in a jerk like yourself. An afternoon at the fair sounded amazing just about then, away from your lonely apartment and all the thoughts that were starting to drive you crazy.

“Anyway. Do you think I should do it? I just want a second opinion because I’ve been a mess.”

“Let me put you on speaker,” Eun-ah started, and when you said no, you could hear it echo, which meant you were already on speaker. “I’m only including Hyunjin in this because he knows about the whole thing and he’s totally unbiased.”

“Except for being Minho’s best friend,” you added, which made Hyunjin laugh.

“So? You can still think someone’s annoying if they’re your friend. Look at us being friends!” Eun-ah joked, but you couldn’t even laugh because of how anxious you were. “Anyway, she’s thinking about texting Minho… I think you should definitely text him and I’ve thought that since forever.”

“Hard agree,” Hyunjin mumbled. “Only, maybe it would be better to wait until tonight or go visit him at the dance hall.”

“Oh, he’s dancing?” Eun-ah asked him before sighing. “Then you should definitely go down there. Minho’s not checking his phone during practice.”

“Yeah, never. He’ll be there all afternoon. Needs to get his mind off things and all that, that’s what he said,” Hyunjin informed you, giving you a bit more information than necessary.

“Sounds perfect, right?” Eun-ah chuckled. “Let us know how it went.”

And that’s how you ended up going to the damn dance hall, which was practically empty on a Sunday afternoon, the last one of the year at that. The city seemed empty too because most people were either gone for the holidays or spending them with their loved ones. You were greeted by a friendly girl at the reception, and since you didn’t know your way around, you asked her if she knew where you could find Minho.

You found him right where she said, dancing, monitoring his own moves in the mirror, probably trying to catch even the smallest misstep. Minho was so focused on his reflection and the music was so loud that he didn’t even hear or see you enter the room. The thing was, you were planning to call out for him the second you entered that room, but seeing him so transfixed on the dance and immersed in the music made you stop dead in your tracks and watch, take all of it in.

Then, Minho dropped down, spreading his legs, kicking his head to the side fiercely before standing up and continuing to dance, and for some reason, you just couldn’t stop staring or get yourself to say a single word to him. Seeing the guy who never seemed serious about anything dance so perfectly with such focus made you realize you really knew next to nothing about him and that he could truly be everything he said he was.

However, the wind closed the door behind you a lot harder than you expected, which made Minho’s head snap in your direction.

“Hey,” he stopped dancing and placed both hands on his thighs, leaning forward to catch a breath. “What are you doing here?”

Okay, a lot better than you expected. A ‘fuck off’ was something more along the lines of what you thought he’d tell you after you walked out on him and then ignored his text.

“Hyunjin told me you’d be here the entire afternoon, so…”

“Are you, uh, here to dance or?” he seemed confused, so much so that he stood up straight but just stood there, not taking a move in your direction. Sweat was dripping down the sides of his face, so Minho wiped it with the back of his hand, still looking at you.

“No. I’m here to talk,” you spoke after what seemed like a full minute of unbearable silence, and your voice didn’t sound confident in the slightest, even though you were telling the truth.

“Couldn’t pick a time when I didn’t look sweaty and gross?” Minho chuckled and finally started walking over to you. The fact that he was joking around made you feel a lot lighter. If the conversation had to be serious, you weren’t sure you’d feel good about it since tension always got to you. Maybe humor was Minho’s charm after all. “Sounds totally on-brand for you.”

“Don’t worry,” you said with a smile, wondering how anyone could pull off the sweaty look that well. “This look works for you.”

“It does?” Minho cocked his head to the side and stopped walking when he got so close to you that you could smell his cologne.

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, wondering why this doesn’t feel as terrible as you thought it would. “I mean, I’m still under the impression of that slut drop you did seconds ago.”

This made Minho laugh loudly, so he covered his mouth and looked away. “I see your cereal remained intact this morning.”

“Seems so,” you shrugged, unable to stop smiling at him. “Anyway, I texted you, but I heard you won’t be checking your phone, so… Here I am.”

Minho smiled too, before tonguing his cheek. “What… Did you text me?”

“That the fair date sounds nice,” you nodded and watched his face light up. “If the offer still stands.”

“Of course it does,” he breathed out heavily. “That’s great news. Want to go now? I’ll have to shower, but I can be out in ten.”

“No, don’t cut your practice short because of this,” you decided, even though it sounded tempting. Now that you knew you both wanted to give this a shot, you wanted to do it right away and talk to him about everything and anything. “There’s time.”

“Want to practice with me in that case?” Minho offered, cocking his head to the side.

“I can watch,” you suggested, unsure of whether he’d be okay with it. You knew that you wouldn’t, but Minho was different.

“Want me to put on a show for you?” Minho asked, finally giving you one of those smirks that used to annoy you so much, mainly because you used to associate them with him making fun of you. “Didn’t know you were into that.”

Then, he walked over to the mirror, did another quick slut drop and started twerking while staring at you, which made you laugh loudly.

You looked to the side, annoyed with the fact that he was right about it—you were attracted to him when he danced. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Your highness!” Minho gasped and stared at your reflection in the mirrored wall. “Not again.”

You scoffed but weren’t annoyed with him at all, for a change. This time you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. At first, Minho fooled around with the dances and tried to catch you staring at him inappropriately, which wasn’t that hard to do, but then he started focusing on getting it right, and your eyes stayed glued to him, taking in his every move, every roll of his hips or head, the sharp movements in contrast with the more rounded ones. There was something really entrancing about watching him dance so well.

After another half an hour, Minho stopped dancing and walked over to where you were sitting, dropping down right next to you, breathing heavily. “That’s it for today.”

“I thought you were supposed to be practicing all afternoon.”

“That was before I knew you’d be coming,” he nudged you. “Do you maybe want to get something to eat?”

“Now?”

“After a shower,” Minho said, wiping the sweat off his face using his shirt. “Then I can take you to the fair after?”

Minho and you decided to go to that place downtown Hyunjin spoke about and it really was some of the best food you’ve tried. The overall experience was great too because you felt relaxed around Minho. You’d already had sex with him and you’d already been really mean to him, so if that didn’t put him off, nothing would. Even when there would be awkward silences, Minho would find something funny to say to take your mind off of it, which is why going to the fair right after seemed like a wonderful idea.

When he’d first suggested it, you were scared that it might be an overkill. In fact, you were scared the date would be terrible and that you’d eat in silence and die inside and want to run home as soon as you ate, so you feared you’d regret saying yes to the fair. However, your fears were pointless.

The fair games went a lot better than expected, even though you missed almost everything you were supposed to hit despite trying so hard. Minho, on the other hand, kept hitting the mark every time. At the first game, he asked you to pick a toy, so you picked the smallest one and he got it for you. The same thing happened at the next stall, where he had to score as many mini-basketball shots as he could. This time, he asked you if you wanted anything, and you said the teddy bear you had was fine, so Minho chose the biggest toy and decided to give it to you.

“Don’t you think this is a bit of an overkill?” you joked when he handed you the bear, which was almost too big for you to carry. It blocked your view of Minho, which made him laugh hard.

“Okay, you’re right, this might have been a mistake,” he admitted, taking the bear from your hands. “I’ll carry it for you. Next time, you choose.”

Whenever Minho won something, he insisted on you choosing, so you picked the smallest stuff and insisted on him getting something for himself every time, but he always refused.

By some sudden stroke of luck, you managed to do well at darts, so you picked out a cute kitty plushie and gave it to him. Instead of acting too manly to accept the present, Minho seemed happy about it.

“I’ll take good care of it,” he assured you, trying to shove it inside his jacket. “Nothing will happen to it.”

Even though he looked absolutely ridiculous walking around the fair with a plush cat stuck inside his jacket while he carried a huge teddy bear, Minho didn’t seem to mind, and neither did you.

You would have stayed there the entire night if you could, but you noticed Minho starting to yawn frequently, which you took as a sign to ask him to leave. You didn’t want him to stay there with you for hours and be absolutely wrecked the next day.

Of course, he insisted on sharing an Uber to your place and helping you get the toys inside, which you accepted. Besides, the Uber wasn’t the best place to say goodbye to him, not when you had so much to say to him, but weren’t sure how. Everything felt so easy around him, and for a while, you thought that talking about what happened between you might ruin the evening—you seemed to be having a lot of fun without having to discuss this.

“You were so right about this being an overkill,” Minho joked as he walked up to your apartment door, struggling to carry all the toys he’d won for you because of that huge teddy bear that blocked his view and made him run into walls. “It’s a mess.”

“Thankfully, I had you to carry it around,” you nudged him, causing one of the toys to fall out of his hands, which made you both laugh. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said firmly and waited for you to pick the toy up and unlock the door.

When you did, you entered the apartment and opened the door for him, waiting for him to step inside.

“Oh, you’re inviting me in?” Minho seemed genuinely surprised to be invited to your apartment as if you two didn’t know each other. After finding out he was Good Guy, you realized you two knew each other a lot better than you ever planned.

“You have to bring in the toys, right?” you said teasingly, to which he chuckled and walked in, standing in the hallway until you instructed him to just go straight and place them on the sofa, which he obeyed.

“You know, you really shouldn’t invite strange men to your place like this,” Minho teased while placing the toys on the sofa, careful not to have any one of them fall down.

“And you’re a strange man? Since when?”

He chuckled at this and walked over to you. “I’m kidding.”

And then you found yourself just staring at him, wondering how you’d managed to spend the entire afternoon and half the night with Minho without kissing him because you really wanted to. You loved guys who could make you laugh and forget about everything else that was going on, and Minho did just that. You hadn’t checked your phone once since you walked out of the dance hall with him, and you really didn’t need to. Besides, you hadn’t even thought about your history and how you almost screwed things up for both of you.

“So… Uh, thank you for coming today,” Minho started, nodding gently, his eyes never leaving yours. “I had a really great time and I’m happy you decided to go to the fair with me.”

“Minho…” you reached out and opened your palm right next to his hand, as a sign that he should take your hand, which he did. “I’m really sorry.”

He cleared his throat quickly and grimaced in a way that made it seem like he felt really awkward. “About what? Are you ditching me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his conclusion. You’d just spent practically the entire day together, laughing and having fun, winning toys at the fair for each other, and he thought you were ditching him. “What?”

“I mean, you’re holding my hand and look so serious,” he scoffed, looking down. “I’m expecting the worst right about now.”

“No, don’t, it’s not like that,” you let go of his hand and smiled, but he immediately shook his head.

“No, no, give it back,” Minho grabbed your hand again while placing the other on the back of yours, instantly warming it up. “Sorry, go on.”

“I wanted to say sorry to you,” you felt a lump form in your throat. Eun-ah was right—you were emotionally constipated. “I acted really stupid more than once. I still think you should have told me you knew who I was, but I get why you didn’t. Still, I think I treated you worse than you did me.”

Minho’s mouth opened slightly and he let out a long “oh” while nodding before chuckling. “Okay, okay, this works for me. I like the sound of it.”

“Please, I can’t be serious like this,” you chuckled, rubbing the inner corners of your eyes. You really were trying to make things right here. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you the cold shoulder just because I was confused about…. Well, everything. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Minho nodded and gave you a warm smile that reassured you instantly. “If you can look past me not telling you I was the guy you were texting, then I can look past that.”

“Sure,” you grinned, before stating the obvious. “As long as we don’t do it anymore.”

“Keep stuff from each other?” he suggested, his head cocked to the side.

“And give each other the cold shoulder.”

“I was so hoping you were going to say that,” Minho laughed loudly, shaking his head. “Didn’t want to say it first.”

“I did. Are you happy now?”

“Of course I am. Had a great meal, an even better date, and got a sick cat plushie,” he patted the toy that was still stuck inside his jacket. “Can it get any better?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. Was he always this full of life and cute, or was that new? “I don’t know what I’ll do with all these toys.”

“Keep one and just give away the rest or something, I won’t mind.”

“No way,” you waved your finger at him. Give it all away? After Minho won them for you? No way.

Minho smiled at you and stared into your eyes for a couple of more seconds before looking away and sighing. “Okay. Since we’re all good, I’m going to go now. Can’t overstay my welcome.”

“You’re really not,” you said, wishing he’d stay and talk to you the entire night. Now that you knew how much fun you could feel when with Minho, you didn’t want it to stop. “But you’ve had a long day.”

“It was long, but a good day, so it’s all good,” he scratched the back of his head again. “I’m happy you changed your mind. I mean, if you did.”

“Me too. I had a really, really good time with you. You’re kind of fun when we’re not mean to each other all the time.”

“You too, really fun,” he reached out and pinched your cheek, before rolling his eyes, clearly ashamed of himself. “Sorry.”

You laughed, covering your mouth, as his face was funnier than him pinching your cheek. “It’s like my grandma’s here, touching me.”

“Oh… don’t go there,” Minho raised his finger, pointing out something you’d somehow forgotten at that moment in a low whisper. “I did touch you in other places too.”

“Ew, no,” you clicked your tongue, hating yourself for even bringing your grandmother into this. “Damn.”

Minho’s laughter soon died out and he looked nervous as he fidgeted with his jacket zipper. “Uhm, since… Uh, since we’re on the topic….”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know how to go about this, so I’ll just be direct,” Minho looked at you again, his eyes giving off just how uncomfortable he felt all of a sudden. “Do you regret, uh, fucking me?”

You weren’t sure where this question was coming from, but you knew you had to put Minho’s mind at ease because your behavior that night was sketchy, and anyone in their right mind would worry.

“I don’t,” you responded right away, without any hesitation. You’ve had a long long time to think about it and you knew you couldn’t regret it, not when it felt that good. “Do you?”

“No, of course not, I had an awesome time,” Minho grinned, even though you could tell he was trying hard to be serious. “I just felt like you ran away in regret right after.”

The shame that washed over you that second was almost unbearable, but you couldn't run away from this conversation, too. It was time to stop running, like Eun-ah suggested. It was embarrassing, yes, but you made it that way yourself.

“I’m sorry, it wasn't you, really,” you tried to sound as reassuring as possible. “I had a great time, which scared me.”

Minho nodded like he completely understood, which would have been really surprising. Not even Eun-ah understood your insane behavior that night. “It did?”

“Yeah… It’s you,” Minho frowned as soon as you said that, so you quickly continued. “And me. We’re not supposed to have sex that feels that good together, right? It isn't logical.”

“It happened,” he shrugged with a grin, but you could tell he wasn’t happy about it at all, which was understandable. “Why question it?”

“I’m not anymore,” you admitted, which made him seem more at ease as you two stood there awkwardly in the middle of your living room. “I didn’t regret it then and I don’t now.”

“You don’t think we rushed into it?” Minho’s raised eyebrow made it seem like he was challenging you.

“Wait, do you?” you couldn’t help but ask, considering how many questions he had about this point. But then again, you did walk out right after sleeping with him and never really mentioned it again, not even during your date. He had every right to be curious.

“Why do you think that?” Minho seemed surprised that you were asking him that.

“Because you seem to be thinking about this a whole lot,” you explained with a slight nod.

“I am, but not because I feel that way,” he pointed a finger at himself and paused for a second. “When you ran out, skipped the last class, and ignored me at your job, I thought I talked you into something you didn’t want to do, which made me feel terrible. I don’t want to be that guy. I can take being the annoying jerk from class, sure, but I can’t handle being that guy.”

“Minho, you’re not,” you said, placing a hand on his chest. Did you really make him feel that way about himself? That was terrible. The fact that he’d even think the situation was anything like that was worrisome because it really wasn’t like that. The whole thing made you feel like you liked Minho too much, which scared you and made you run away. “You can’t talk me into something I don't want to do. And I really wanted it. Wasn’t it obvious?”

“It was at the time,” the corner of his mouth quivered as he tried hard not to smirk, but failed, “but later I felt like it wasn’t. Anyway, you don’t think we rushed into it?”

“No. I don’t usually do things like that, but… I don’t do any of this. Text random men while thinking about a really annoying guy from class, and all that. It all just happened,” you said with a sigh. There was really no explanation to this whole thing except you having a thing for Lee Minho, which that day just proved.

“Okay. I meant what I told you as Good Guy, I don’t do these things either,” Minho said with a grin before sighing again. “Now I really have to go, I've been keeping you awake for too long.”

“Wait, just, uh…” you started but found it hard to finish your thought, mostly because his attention was once again fully on you.

“What?” Minho moved in closer and gave you a smirk.

“Can we kiss?” you felt awkward about asking Minho this, but you really wanted to kiss him. However, you didn’t want to go for it shamelessly without discussing it first. He hadn’t kissed you all day, so it only felt right to ask.

Minho tongued his cheek with a grin. “Want to see if there’s chemistry?”

His teasing eased the tension between you and made you both chuckle, which felt comforting. While you were laughing, Minho leaned in, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you in closer. Somehow, it all felt familiar. There was a bit of nervousness, you couldn’t lie to yourself about it, but it was overpowered by the excitement about getting to kiss him again, this time without worrying about whether it was wrong or a joke.

The second he pressed his lips against yours, you forgot about everything. The only thing you could focus on was his mouth and the way he held onto you tightly, his scent washing over you

You weren’t sure how long you kissed because you got lost in how great Minho tasted and felt, and how good it felt to have his hands on you, moving up your back to the back of your neck, tugging at your hair, his breathing getting more shallow by the second. When you felt his erection press into your stomach, you pulled away slightly, enough to catch a breath, but not as far as to move your face away from his.

“Is that your phone or are you happy to see me?” you made a dumb joke. When with Minho, do as Minho does, right?

Surprisingly, he laughed and leaned in to whisper into your ear. You really expected him to tell you something dirty and vulgar, something that would make you want to reach for his erection and grab it tight to earn a moan from him. “It’s my… New kitty plushie.”

Now, that made you laugh so hard that you kicked your head back and held onto his jacket while he chuckled and just looked at you, his eyes wide open.

“Fool,” you gently tapped his chest, still scoffing.

“I mean, it’s true,” he looked down at the plush toy stuck in the inner pocket of his jacket. “But it’s also my dick which is so hard for you, but I’m trying to be respectful and give you the perfect date, so let’s not go there.”

“Fair enough,” you nodded after deciding against just going for it. “Next time, then.”

“Next time?” Minho cocked an eyebrow up and smirked. “Oh, you like me that much.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t keep the smile off your face, and he was well aware of the effect he had on you. “Yeah, just don’t keep... The condom in your... Wallet,” you felt awkward saying it, but it needed to be said.

“Oh, that,” Minho chuckled and gave you a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll keep it somewhere else.”

“Good,” you nodded and started making your way to the door to walk him out, so he followed without a word. “And bring more than one.”

When he heard this, Minho stopped, placed a hand over his heart, and gave you that smug smirk of his.

“Oh, is that right?” he tongued his cheek and narrowed his eyes, making it so obvious he was loving the attention he was getting. “Love that for us. Okay, I’ll bring the whole box then,” he walked over to you, grabbed you by the waist, and leaned in to whisper, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “And rail just the way you like it. Respectfully, of course.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. “Sounds good.”

“Good night then,” he said, pulling away from your ear just to get a good look at your face. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Good night, Minho”, you managed to say before he kissed you again, this time without making it sexual. A minute later, he was out the door, waving as he walked down the street with a little pep in his step.

You found yourself humming as you took a shower and got ready for bed, all the while thinking about everything you and Minho told each other, and the things you did together, and how he looked at you, which was surprising considering you couldn’t stand the man last month.

At a certain point, you started wondering whether you were letting yourself fall too fast a bit too early on. You’d just gone on one date and had sex in a closet, it wasn’t like you were a thing or like Minho’d promised you anything. Still, you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about having those types of feelings for him. Wasn’t it time to just let go and enjoy something for once without questioning it?

If he ended up changing his mind, you’d live through it. Wasn’t that the risk of dating people—having them break your heart? You could either take the risk and enjoy your time with Minho while it lasted or run away in fear of him changing his mind somewhere down the line.

Seeing Minho’s text as soon as you got under the covers justified your feelings even more—you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Good Guy: is it too soon to ask if i can see you again sometime?

You: of course it’s not ☺️

You: and yes

Minho: when? ☺️

You: whenever you feel like it?

Minho: wrong choice, because that would be the first thing in the morning

Minho: but i’m guessing you’ll have family stuff over the holidays

You: my family doesn’t live here so i’m all alone

Minho: oh no! then you should come over for lunch one of these days, my mom makes the best food and i’m sure she’d love to have you

You: i can’t meet your family 💀

Minho: why not? you can say you’re my friend if you’re embarrassed about dating me LOL

Oh, you two were dating? You weren’t sure why you felt so surprised seeing the text, but it made blood rush to your cheeks, bringing a smile to your face.

You: i can’t show up in that lady’s house knowing how many times i called her son an ass

Minho: why not? my parents would love that, you’d get along just great because of it lmao

You: oh shut up!!

Minho: anyway if you’re not coming over for lunch, we can go do something together

You: the ferris wheel?

Minho: don’t like heights but i’ll take you

You: no, we don’t have to go in that case. let’s do something else

Minho: no no no, we’ll go. tomorrow?

Minho: too soon? 😬

You: not at all, tomorrow works fine for me, but maybe earlier? i have dinner at eun-ah’s

The Ferris wheel date went great, even though Minho was scared. You told him you really didn’t have to go there, but since it was your idea, he insisted on going despite not being great with heights. To make him feel better about it, you kissed him as soon as it got too high for his comfort, and he seemed to welcome the distraction. Somehow, it didn’t feel weird to kiss him just like that, and it wasn’t weird afterward, which made you feel like you two didn’t make a mistake there.

That night, Minho walked you to Eun-ah’s and turned down her invitation to join you two, saying he didn’t want to ruin your girls’ night. For some reason, you wish he’d stayed because you wanted more time with him, even though that feeling surprised you.

You didn’t really want to spend that much time around people anyways. Ever since you moved to the city for college, you got used to being on your own. If you needed company, you’d just call up one of your friends and hang out, or go to work. However, you rarely dated or felt like you had to spend time with a guy you were seeing. That was not something you were used to feeling, but Minho turned it around somehow.

You ended up seeing him every day that week. After the Ferris wheel date, he invited you to have lunch with him and Hyunjin at the place he took you. You didn’t want to impose, but Minho insisted, saying he’d really like his friend and you to get to know each other better. After that, you had to leave for work, and Minho and Hyunjin went to the dance hall, so you two didn’t spend time alone.

The day after, you two didn’t plan anything, but Minho still dropped by your work and brought you some food his mom cooked.

“Did you really bring me your mom’s food?” You hissed at him over the counter, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling because of how cute you found it. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her I want to take it to this one girl I really like,” he admitted, tonguing his cheek. “So she put in some dessert too and asked me to bring you over when you feel comfortable.”

“No pressure, though?” You shook your head at him and laughed, still thinking it was adorable. Of course, you had no plans to meet his parents, not three days after starting to date him anyway, but the thought counted.

That Thursday, you met up in the morning and took a walk along the river. You planned to do it for an hour or so before sitting down for some coffee, but you ended up walking for hours, not even noticing the time. When you were around him and focused on the conversation instead of coming back with witty insults, Minho was very entertaining and made you lose focus of everything else around you.

Friday, Dec 31st

So, Friday was the first day where you two didn’t have any plans other than to see each other. Minho’s friends were throwing a New Year’s party, but he told you he’d rather spend the evening with you, and you felt the same way. It wasn’t like you were crazy in love and didn’t want to go somewhere without him, not at all. It was just that you weren’t party people, and you didn’t want to go out for New Year’s because everyone would be wild and drunk, and none of that sounded appealing. What would be the point of going to a party, getting drunk, getting all fake excited about it being midnight, and then going home?

Minho and you spent the afternoon making food for your movie marathon, which was supposed to start with Home Alone and end with It’s a Wonderful Life. However, in the middle of it, Minho and you realized that it was hard to keep your hands off each other, especially since you knew how good it felt not to. The fact that all you could do that week was kiss because of all the other plans only made things worse for you, so when Minho leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t hesitate to kiss back, completely forgetting all about Macaulay Caulkin’s woes.

By the time Minho was taking your shirt off as you straddled him, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than him and his fingertips on your back, fumbling with the straps of your bra as his breathing got heavier. Or was that your breathing?

You didn’t talk much in between kisses as you both seemed to be hungry for each other, tugging at any article of clothing you could get your hands on and urging the other to take it off quickly so your hands could touch more skin. That’s how you found yourself on him, bodies naked and warm, Minho’s back resting against the headboard as you sat on his thighs, mouths attached, refusing to let go of each other.

“I missed this,” Minho mumbled into the kiss, his hands squeezing your ass before moving up to your waist so he could pull you in closer to him. “Being alone like this, touching you…”

“Me too,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him again when you felt his dick spring up from his stomach and hit your lower belly, reminding you that it was hard and that it was right there. “I have a favor to return.”

With that, you started moving backward, but Minho stopped you by grabbing your forearms. “You don’t have to return any kind of favor,” he scoffed at the idea before smirking. “Don’t be silly.”

“But I want to,” you grinned before moving all the day down until your mouth was hovering over his cock. Minho tongued his cheek and smiled, letting you take the lead and do whatever you wanted to him.

So, encouraged by the way Minho was looking at you, you moved down to his scrotum and pressed your tongue against the bottom of it before gently moving it all the way up to the tip of his cock. When you touched the very tip, Minho clenched and his cock sprang up again, so you wrapped your mouth around its head and sucked it in, watching his expression change from cocky to tame in less than a second.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he mumbled, moving his hand down. You were half expecting him to start pushing your head down like many men loved doing, but Minho opted for the more enjoyable version of tangling his fingers in your hair and using his thumb to caress you as you played only with his tip. “You really are a good girl.”

Hearing him use that nickname made you smile, which in turn made Minho smile too, so you took more of his dick, trying not to get lost in all the warm feelings springing up from your chest. When you did that, Minho hissed and spread his legs wider, which provided the perfect opportunity for you to grab and grope his thighs, finally getting to feel just how hard they were when he clenched them in an attempt to get himself to calm down and just enjoy the feeling of your mouth on him.

“Relax,” you let go of him just to breathe the word out before sticking your tongue and playing with the underside of his tip, getting him to groan.

“If I relax, I’ll come so fast,” Minho rolled his eyes and sighed, looking away for a second, before returning his gaze to you.

“Why not?” you asked, humming against his tip. “We have all night.”

Hearing you say that made Minho visibly relax and spread his legs completely. “Music to my ears.”

You chuckled before deciding to take all of him in at once, wanting to surprise him and watch him enjoy, which is exactly what happened. His smirk turned into an open-mouthed stare accompanied by a loud grunt, his hand still on your head, petting it gently.

Since the goal of this was to make Minho feel as good as possible instead of dragging it out, you started to bob your head up and down while moving your tongue, letting it lick and touch his dick, which kept him moaning and grunting your name.

At the same time, you moved your hand down to his balls and cupped them, which made Minho practically purr at you, kicking his head back, his hips jolting at you. You kept tugging at his balls gently, not wanting it to hurt, but needing him to feel the sensation and the tension, which, paired up with the warmth and wetness of your mouth, would surely make him come.

“Oh my God, yes,” was about the best he could do when you started sucking.

Gone was the smug Minho who always had something funny or teasing to say. This Minho could just lie there and enjoy the feeling of having you on him, putty in your hands. You weren’t sure how many minutes passed, but soon enough, he was warning you about coming, and you just nodded, giving him permission to come inside your mouth.

This seemed to drive him wild as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip and started to pump his hips into your face, so you let him, knowing he just wanted to get all of it out.

A second later, you felt a long streak of cum hit the back of your throat, followed by another which sprayed the roof of your mouth. The third one filled your mouth completely and almost made you choke on it, but none of it mattered as much as watching Minho’s face distort in pleasure. He was always attractive, sure, but he took it to a new level with his orgasm face, looking like he was in pain and pleasure simultaneously, driving you completely wild with his moans on top of that.

You sucked as much as you could and then moved away, swallowing his load before grinning at him. Minho was speechless for a couple of more seconds, but he reached out and when you gave him your hand, he pulled you over on top of him and covered your face in kisses before finally landing on your mouth and tonguing it, clearly in the mood for more. “That was so fucking good. If I continue lying like this, it will take me out.”

“Sleep if you want to,” you suggested, patting his warm chest and kissing his mouth once again. “We can go again in the morning.”

“Sleep while there’s a beautiful naked girl in bed next to me?” Minho frowned, showing you just how bad he found your idea. “Don’t think so.”

“Don’t wo—” you were going to say he didn’t have to worry about it because he really didn’t. You were sure you’d fuck tomorrow and any other time you could until this thing lasted. The chemistry was unreal, and you couldn’t keep thinking about him even when he wasn’t around you, which said a lot.

However, you couldn’t finish your thought because he had other plans. “No”, Minho gently pushed you to the side so you would lie on your back. “I promised you a railing if I remember correctly.”

“Only if you brought condoms,” you cocked your head to the side and grinned as Minho got on top of you just to lean in and kiss you again, letting you feel his tongue for a while.

Then, he pulled away and chuckled just like he always did, but instead of annoying you, as usual, it made you happy. “Oh, yeah, I got one in my wallet.”

“Fuck off,” you said through laughter, knowing he was smarter than that, this time.

Minho found his bag and rummaged through it to find the box of condoms and place it on your nightstand. “We’re safe, it’s all here,” he said through a giggle before getting on top of you again and kissing you.

You were turned on ten seconds earlier, when you watched him get up, look for the condoms, and get back to bed, all naked, feeling no shame in front of you, which made you feel the same way with him. But, when Minho got on top of you again and smiled at you using his eyes, all you felt was the need to hug him and pull him in closer, completely forgetting that you were supposed to be in the middle of sex. Instead, you just wanted to cuddle, feel him close, and that thought scared you the instant you internalized it.

Minho didn’t seem to mind you hugging him or playing with his hair, but he seemed to mind the second you stopped. “That felt so nice,” he breathed into your neck.

Minho’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt your mouth on his neck and your hand on his ass, squeezing it hard. You felt like the safer option here was to initiate something sexual than stay in his arms and enjoy cuddling with him.

“Now it’s time for me to return the favor,” was the only thing Minho told you before kissing his way down your neck to your chest, where he stayed for a while, his teeth gently biting into your breasts while his hand cupped your crotch.

He wasn’t even trying to create any friction between your legs, but you had to arch your back the second he touched you. Suddenly, all the excitement from earlier returned, now made so much worse by his hand between your legs and tongue around your nipple. Then, Minho decided to make it hell by looking up at you while he sucked the nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue rolling over it inside his mouth.

You couldn’t help but moan at the scene in front of you, unable to stop yourself from reacting that way to his touch. If you were being honest, you have been thinking about him ever since that night in the closet, even if it confused and terrified you at the same time. It was Minho and all that, but since you decided to give it a shot, the fact that you used to argue about every single thing didn’t matter at all. In fact, you couldn’t even remember what you two fought about. But, it wasn’t like you could think of anything at that time since his fingers started to rub your clit gently before sliding down your slit.

“Mhm, wet already,” Minho mumbled against your skin, moving his fingers back up to your clit, now slick with your juices, and you just grunted in return, pressing your ass into the bed even more to prevent yourself from just spreading your legs as far as you could.

Minho’s mouth stayed attached to your nipple a bit longer while his fingers moved up and down your slit gently, slowly, until the tips started entering you. He wasn’t doing anything quickly, as if he was trying to make sure you were thoroughly ready and enjoying every single touch. You weren’t used to that type of intimacy, you had to admit, but you enjoyed it.

What you enjoyed even more was when Minho slowly made his way down by planting wet kisses all over your stomach and lower belly, leaving wet trails behind, trails that made you get goosebumps all over and clench around the tips of his two fingers, which he took as a sign to ease them into you gently.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, your hands finding his hair and gripping it as he took your clit into his mouth and started to move his fingers gently.

You weren’t sure what to focus on first—his fingers rubbing against your walls, his mouth around your clit, or his eyes staring right at you, eyebrows raised in what would be a smirk had his mouth not been preoccupied. There wasn’t much you could do except try to take all of it at once, but you were getting lost by focusing on one of those aspects too much.

The fingers were the first thing you enjoyed and you imagined they were his cock and he was railing you, as he politely put it, which was very enjoyable. But, you’d then feel him lick your clit just right and your attention would shift there, which would then bring you to his eyes, and you’d feel the need to have him inside of you, right then.

“No fingers,” you mumbled at Minho, struggling to find the right words. “Just tongue.”

Minho stopped his ministrations and looked up at you with a smirk. “Tongue only? Whatever you want,” he said with a chuckle, and his tone told you you were in for a treat. “Not a problem.”

With a smirk, Minho pulled his fingers out of you, brought them up to his mouth, and sucked them clean before sneaking both hands under your thighs and lifting your legs up. Your feet were now in the air, thighs resting on his palms as he propped his hands up on his elbows to keep your legs up. You’d never tried that position before because it made you feel a bit helpless, but it didn’t matter, not with Minho. You now had more energy to focus on his tongue and less to worry about holding your legs up or keeping them spread.

“Fuck, right there,” you grunted when Minho started to play around your hole. “Minho!”

His tongue first entered you as his eyes widened, Minho not moving his gaze from your face for a second, clearly trying to check your reactions to his movements. Then, he flattened his tongue and moved it over your slit, getting you all wet and horny, wanting to feel more of him. Once you started moaning and gripping on his hair tighter, Minho moved up to your clit and stayed there for what seemed like hours.

As long as you kept staring at his face, it was hard to come because you wanted to take all of it in. Minho and his loud mouth that you used to find so annoying were what was making your thighs shake and your pussy clench around nothing, dripping down your body onto the bedsheets, sticking to Minho’s chin. So, you closed your eyes for a while and moved your hands up to play with your nipples, head full of Minho’s smirk and stares, images of his dick inside your mouth, or back in the closet when his dick was inside of you—and that was all you could focus on.

“Oh God,” Minho mumbled into your clit, which made you open your eyes and realize he was really enjoying watching you play with your breasts, so you looked at him and chuckled.

You were starting to get embarrassed by the amount of moaning you were doing, but you couldn’t do anything to stop it other than put your hand over your mouth, which would surely earn you a glare from Minho. He seemed to get happier with every grunt or swear word that left your mouth. If those were accompanied by a tug at your breast, he seemed ecstatic.

You tried to focus just on Minho, so you looked at him again, now enjoying the feeling of his eyes on your as your face contorted in pleasure and your hips bucked into Minho’s face while he tried hard to give you as much friction as possible using just his tongue. And he managed to send you over the edge using just his mouth. His eyes did help, though. There was always something challenging in the way he was looking at you, teasing even, as if he was trying to see how long it would take for you to crack.

When he realized you were coming by the way your moaning got erratic and how your hands gripped the sheets, Minho started moving his tongue even faster, pressing it harder into your clit, and you felt waves of pleasure rushing through every cell of your body, stemming from your lower belly. The warmth spread all over you and you finally relaxed, pushing his head away from your clit, your wet pussy still pulsating with pleasure around nothing.

“I really like it when you say my name like that,” Minho said smugly, sitting up between your legs and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Turns me on so much.”

“Minho…” you said his name and gave him a teasing smile, but your gaze instantly flew to his crotch. You couldn’t help but feel a bit proud when you saw that he was fully erect, his tip a bit wet with precum, showing you just how much Minho liked going down on you. Apparently, it was as much as you liked sucking him off, which was a lot. “Why are you sitting?”

“What should I be doing?” he asked, frowning and getting up on his knees, head cocked to the side as he stared at you and waited for a response.

You reached for the box of condoms from the nightstand and threw it at his chest, which Minho quickly managed to catch. “Putting one on and fucking me.”

“Oh… Oh!” Minho looked stumped for a second, but he quickly got the box open and one of the condoms out of its wrapper.

“I was so nervous the last time we did this,” Minho admitted as he leaned over and placed the box back on the nightstand. He seemed to find the situation amusing, though.

“Why?” you questioned, entranced by the sight of him putting the condom on, enjoying it thoroughly once again. The sight of his veiny hands touching his dick, putting the condom on before he dove right in between your legs and brought you even more pleasure… It was just too good to miss, so you couldn’t even look up at Minho’s face, but you were sure he was looking down too, careful to do it right.

“You were watching me put it on, and I only had one and didn’t want to fuck something up or drop it,” he chuckled, shaking his head and positioning himself between your legs now that the condom is in place. “I thought to myself, stop shaking, idiot, it will fall and you won’t have another one and she won’t want to wait for you to go to Hyunjin’s room and find one.”

“That’s what you were thinking about?” You propped yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs wider, allowing him better access, somehow not feeling an ounce of shame.

Even though you’d gone on four dates in total, you felt like you knew Minho well, like there was nothing you should be ashamed of in front of him. You found him easy to talk to now that you didn’t feel the need to counter every thought he shared with you, so you got along really well. Because of this, being completely naked in front of him and spreading your legs even wider didn’t feel awkward or shameful in the slightest. Quite the contrary, the look on his face really amused you.

In the meantime, Minho held his cock by its base and smacked it against your slit a couple of times, seemingly enjoying the sound it made when it hit you—wet and slick and loud. So, you decided to tell him what you were focused on while he was panicking about the condom. “I was thinking about how hot you looked doing it.”

“You were?” he suddenly seemed so out of character, frowning and grimacing at you. “And you let me struggle like that with shaky hands? If you told me that back then, I would have been more confident.”

“Well, you know now, so you can be more confident,” you grinned at him and felt Minho ease his tip inside of you while biting down on his bottom lip. “Fuck!”

“Just as tight as I remember,” he grunted, closing his eyes for a second as the first inch of his cock entered you. “And so fucking wet.”

You didn’t feel the need to say anything to that—he could feel it all he wanted. Instead, you pushed yourself up so you could kiss him, enjoying the taste of his mouth on top of the feeling of him sliding into you inch by inch until he bottomed out, bodies completely connected. Minho’s loud grunt into the kiss just told you how good it felt for him to be inside you.

Since you’d just come, it was probably a lot easier for him to slide in, and you were sure it felt wet and warm, but he said it nonetheless, whispering against your lips. “Sorry, ju—just a sec, ah… You take me so well, I could blow right now,” he said right after with a chuckle.

“Relax,” you let your shoulders drop down on the bed and wrapped your legs around Minho’s waist, pulling him on top of you and kissing him, hoping that would get him to stop focusing on coming.

It seemed to do the job because Minho’s tongue entered your mouth a second later and his hand found your breast, which he squeezed and released rhythmically as he started to move his hips slowly, pulling back just a couple of inches before moving back in, just how you liked it.

Somehow, you got lost in space and time, and you weren’t sure how long the whole thing lasted because you kept kissing Minho for what seemed like forever, more focused on his mouth than your bodies connecting in the best way possible, mostly because he was going slow and acted gentle.

Then, a sudden switch happened, and you weren’t sure what caused it, but you stopped kissing and just stared at each other. You, for one, were focused on taking in every detail of his face, now covered in sweat, hair sticking to it, eyes half-closed as he clearly enjoyed the feeling of having you all around him.

“Ready?” Minho breathed the word slowly and when you nodded, he started to slam his hips into you hard, which allowed him to hit the right places.

Your eyes flew to the back of your head, and all you could do was grunt and try to focus on Minho’s eyes. At first, he fucked you hard with a smirk on his face. Minho seemed to enjoy the effect his speed had on you. It wasn’t just the speed, though, it was everything about the way he moved, arching his back just to slide into you easily, hitting that spot before sliding backward again and then back in, hard and fast, all the while focused on your eyes and looking at you so confidently. Clearly, Minho realized you were liking it too much. You wanted to be vocal but the only thing you could say was his name. Nothing else came to mind and all you could do was moan, hiss, and grunt, feeling warmth building up in your crotch.

As Minho went on with the thrusting and enjoyed it more and more, his smirk turned into a grimace—he was clearly struggling with trying to stop himself from coming. His face was distorted with pleasure, making it seem like he was in pain, but you knew there wasn’t any pain behind it, and it all turned you on so much more. Just the fact that you had this really gorgeous man fucking you and struggling not to come was enough to send you over the edge, let alone how good his dick felt inside of you or how coordinated his movements were, which made them feel ten times better.

Then, Minho bit down on his lip and went even harder, making your entire body shift up and down the bed. With every thrust, you flew upward, but it felt amazing to just lay there and relax and let him fuck you so hard you could barely catch a breath. Your legs and arms were not helping you at all, even though they were wrapped around his naked body, so you relaxed completely, and when Minho felt your limbs fall down on the bed, he sighed loudly and slowed down. “Too hard?”

“No, really close,” you admitted, nodding at him. “Go on… Go as fast as you want to.”

Minho did exactly that for what seemed like minutes, and all you could hear were his low grunts and occasional hisses, your loud moaning, and the sound of his thighs hitting the back of yours, getting you wetter and wetter until you finally came around him, your limbs wrapping around Minho’s body once again and holding onto him tight as you moaned loudly and let him fuck you through your high. “Fuck! This fee—fuck, this is good,” you kept mumbling as Minho kept his pace even once you were done.

“Your highness,” Minho tried to sound cocky, but it was hard when he was almost falling apart, sweaty and warm, still fucking you hard. “That’s a lot of swearing.”

“I’ll swear whenever you want if you’ll be like this every time,” you joked, to which he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Can I come?” Minho breathed loudly, his hips still moving fast, even though you could tell he was getting tired.

“Of course,” you propped yourself up on your elbows to kiss him. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted more,” he mumbled into the kiss before sucking in your bottom lip and biting on it gently. “But I’m so fucking close all the time… You have a really warm, warm pussy. Want to stay in it forever.”

“As long as you want,” you breathed, one of your hands cupping his cheek before moving to the back of his head and tugging at the hair there, which made Minho moan. “You like that?”

“I like everything,” he sighed and closed his eyes for a second.

“Mhm,” you hummed happily and took it as a sign to start licking his neck with a flattened tongue, knowing it would get him riled up even more, which it did.

You found the magic trifecta to make Minho come—a warm hole, not-so-gentle hair pulling, and a nimble tongue on his neck.

Not a minute later, his face scrunched and he closed his eyes, his entire body clenching and releasing as he shot his cum into the condom, enjoying the warmth of your body. A second later, he collapsed onto your chest but still moved his hips, even though a lot more slowly than before, presumably to get all of it out.

For a while, you stayed like that, Minho on top of you, breathing loudly, his dick still deep inside of you, face on your chest, your arms holding him tight. “Did I die and go to heaven?”

“I don’t think heaven’s the place you’d go after this,” you teased but he scoffed in return.

“There’s nothing wrong with fucking someone you like this much,” he admitted with a sigh, and you definitely agreed with that. For a change, you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for sleeping with someone, and you loved the feeling. “Man, I can’t move.”

“You’ll have to,” you said, which made Minho’s head snap up instantly, and his inquisitive gaze found you smiling. “Take the condom off.”

“Oh, oh! Sorry!” Minho barely got himself up on his knees long enough to take the condom off, tie it into a knot, and throw it into your bin. Then, he returned to the previous position and planted a soft kiss on your chest.

“This feels so nice,” he mumbled at you, face pressed against your skin, breathing slowed down.

“It feels amazing,” you said, realizing it actually felt a lot better than you ever expected it to.

You continued with what you were doing earlier, playing with his hair, caressing his back, holding him close. And somehow, it all felt so warm and familiar, even though you’ve never done that with Minho. If you were being honest, you hadn’t done it with anyone else before Minho came along. You’d usually get dressed quickly and one of you would go, but not with him.

Now, you didn’t want Minho to leave, ever.

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Cupid's Christmas ‖ three

After another fight in class, Minho wants to have a conversation with you about the way you two have been acting. However, you agreed to talk to Good Boy at that exact time.

⤑ word count: 15k ⤑ genre: non-idol!au, enemies to lovers, mutual (sort of) pining, angst, smut, fluff ⤑ pairing: lee know x reader ⤑ warnings: suggestive language, sexual topics, dirty talk, intercourse [oral (f.receiving), penetration] ⤑ a/n: this chapter contains a smut scene! ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ posting schedule: pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4

Monday, Dec 13th

The weekend flew by because you were busy with work and when you weren’t, you were thinking about Good Guy. He was away for the weekend, but still found time to text you in the morning and evening, which you appreciated. You didn’t text for hours on end like most nights, but you got to hear from him, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like someone thought about you. The more you got lost in your ideas about Good Guy, the easier it was to forget the argument you had with Minho and the fact that his face was the first one to flash before your eyes when you tried to get off. It was a nightmare, really.

That Monday, you had a little pep in your step as you walked to college and not even Lee Minho could ruin it for you, but he seemed keen on trying.

Your eyes ran to him the second you stepped inside the hallway that led to the classroom and you couldn’t help but notice Minho was surrounded by three girls from class. He was leaning against the wall and talking and the girls seemed to be entranced by whatever story he was telling, which wasn’t surprising at all. Just another day in the life of Lee Minho, right?

However, you noticed his company turning to look at you, after which they turned to him again and all four of them laughed, and it made you feel like you were in one of those movies as the loser who got in one of the popular mean girl’s way.

If this was Minho’s way of getting back at you for what happened the other day, it really wasn’t working. Your feelings weren’t hurt because his friend group laughed at you, you were just annoyed with him. If you were being honest, you walked into the building thinking you were going to be nice to him today to make up for saying all those things on Friday, but that idea flew out of the window.

You sat down where you usually did, but Minho was still out in the hallway, which wasn’t like him. Even though he was popular, he didn’t mingle with people in the halls before class started. Instead, he came in early and sat down, waiting for the class to start, like a real nerd, not that there was anything wrong with that. Well, not that Monday.

He walked in a second before the teacher did and looked kind of upset about the only spot being the one next to you, his usual one. Still, you didn’t really think someone would take his spot after he’s had the same one for three months. The disappointment on Minho’s face told you he was hoping someone would, and it wasn’t like you didn’t feel the same way. It would have been a lot easier to go through class without having him next to you.

Disappointed that he had to, Minho sat down next to you without a word and pretended to be focused on the professor, who said he forgot his laptop in the teacher cafeteria and had to go get it. Minho cleared his throat and stared right ahead, so you did the same. Things felt tense and you weren’t sure where to look, other than the professor’s empty desk.

“You won’t even say hi to me?” Minho finally snapped at you, as you expected. Minho keeping his mouth shut for longer than five minutes? Unheard of.

“I’m already annoyed,” you couldn’t help but snap back, remembering his laughter from earlier. It was, once again, very 15-year-old girl of him to act that way, and you hoped he was aware of that.

“Wow… Okay,” Minho narrowed his eyes until they turned into slits, showing utter annoyance with you.

Were you really going back to your old ways with him? There was no point in it. You clearly didn’t hate each other, as evidenced by everything that’s happened at the party and the day after, so pretending you did and being upset with each other was just dumb.

“I heard you laughing about me with your friends,” you decided to tell him the real reason behind your annoyance, so you could get over it and pretend the other didn't exist.

“Who? Me?!” Minho pointed his index fingers at himself and looked at you in surprise. “Where? What are you saying?”

“Earlier in the hallway. Your little girl friends were all looking at me funny and then you turned around and gave me one of those stupid looks of yours and you all laughed.”

Minho closed his eyes for a second and sighed, rubbing the inner corner with his eyes. “We were not talking about you. My friends were asking me about dance practice so I told them some stories and I just happened to notice you so I was trying to smile at you. I’m sorry for trying to be nice.”

Was the story plausible? Maybe. You knew to take anything Minho said with a grain of salt, though. “This could be legit, but I have a hard time believing it. I always have a feeling you’re mocking me, anyway.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t feel that way if you stopped thinking everything revolves around you,” Minho quipped, his eyebrows furrowed as he finally looked at you for more than a second or two.

“Oh,” you said, feeling a bit disappointed about hearing how Minho really felt about you. Did you think everything revolved around you? Not at all. If anything, you thought nothing revolved around you and you were more than happy with that. “Fine.”

You started paying attention to the notebook in front of you, reading through your notes from the last class, but feeling Minho’s gaze on you was making it difficult to concentrate. Still, you weren’t going to continue this conversation.

Did you really act like everything revolved around you? Anything was possible. After all, you’d just realized the other day that you were treating Minho unfairly and that he’d been helping you in class for years, which was something you hadn’t noticed before. Never once did you think that he saved you from presenting at least ten times in your college career—the thought never even crossed your mind. But, you thought about him being an ass more than once.

“Listen, I—” Minho tried to say something, but you cut him off with a grunt.

“Please, let’s not,” you suggested, hoping he’d just let you be.

You weren’t mad at him, but you needed time to think about everything. Lately, every time Minho had something to say about you, it made you think long and hard about yourself, and this was starting to mess with your head. Why did the guy seem to know a lot more about you than he let on? Did he really know his way around people that much? Maybe his analyses of people’s personalities were right. In that case, you were the biggest asshole out there.

“Maybe you’re n—” He tried again after sighing deeply, but you cut him off again. It was hard to think about everything with Minho trying to talk about the same old stuff every two seconds.

“Enough, Minho, please. I can’t play these games with you anymore,” you said curtly, not feeling the need to explain yourself any further. This is not what you wanted to think about in class. “It’s been years, maybe we should just drop it, huh?”

Minho gulped loudly before nodding and turning his focus to his notebook too.

As soon as the professor said you’re free to go, you jumped up and were the first one to do so. It might have seemed funny, but you wanted to get home in time to talk to Good Guy, like you’d agreed on Friday. If you got home then, you had about an hour of time just to text him, which wasn’t enough, but it was more than you had over the weekend.

“Hey, listen, I wa—” Minho started again, but you waved your hand at him.

“I’m a rush, sorry,” was what you muttered as you made your way to the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. The place was empty anyways, so it wouldn’t take long to get out and get on the first bus.

However, Minho ran after you and shouted your name, so you had to stop in the middle of the hallway. If you left while he was calling you, you’d be the asshole here, and you really didn’t want him to be right about you again, so you stopped, even though unwillingly.

Before turning around to face him, you took a deep breath. You’d be nice, you’d be nice, you’d be nice, you told yourself. Just be nice to him and get it over with.

“Please, wait up,” Minho muttered while he walked over nonchalantly, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Good for him, but you didn’t.

“What do you want?” Your tone may have sounded harsh, but you really had no time to waste, especially if it was going to be more of the same old. You couldn’t ditch on Good Guy to argue with Minho yet again.

“I want to talk, please,” Minho’s tone was the opposite of yours. He seemed to be careful with his words and there was not even a hint of that joking tone anywhere.

“I have to get home soon, I can’t stand around and chit chat, especially not in the middle of the hallway,” you shrugged at him, taking a quick look at your watch. “Is it really that important?”

“Fine, we’ll be short,” Minho said, finally showing some of that stubbornness of his.

Instead of explaining further, he grabbed you by the arm and led you to the nearest empty classroom. It was late afternoon and most classrooms were empty by that point, but he was really testing his luck by barging into classrooms like that. Still, you didn’t really focus on the classroom—all you thought about was how Minho managed to grab you and lead you there with a firm grip, but gently enough for you not to feel pain. Why your mind even went there was beyond you, but it did.

Once he closed the door behind you two, Minho didn’t let go of your wrist even though you were inside the room all alone and it was clear that you weren’t just going to run away.

“What is it?” You asked, looking down at his hand on yours to imply that you wanted him to let go of you, which he quickly did.

“I am sorry,” he said with a sigh, staring right into your eyes.

“What?” You blurted the word before even thinking of the most appropriate thing to say. “For what? You’re really confusing me here, Minho.”

“For being mean to you. I didn’t think I was,” he stressed by raising his hand and cocking his head to the side, “but you seem to think so and that got me thinking. The last time you told me how you felt, I… I realized that it did sound weird from your perspective.”

You weren’t exactly sure where all of this was coming from, but it seemed like Minho and you had reached the same conclusion after you talked, each in your own way. You were thinking you’d been mean to him too, and he seemed to feel the same way. When you looked at things from a different perspective, you were mean to him and took his help for granted for years.

Yet, despite that, you didn’t think of apologizing, while Minho was really focused on making things right. He ran out of class and stopped you from going home so he could apologize. Applaudable. Maybe he was the bigger person, after all.

“There’s no need to apologize,” you told Minho as you watched him stare at the floor.

“There isn’t?” Minho’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you again, clearly taken aback by your statement. “I thought you were really mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, Minho. Like I said, you’re confusing me,” you tried being as honest as possible so you could get out of there ASAP. “I thought we hated each other.”

“And I told you I don’t.”

“Yes, exactly. So I really don’t get your behavior all these years if you don’t hate me. Nothing makes sense, not even this whole cereal thing,” you shook your head, remembering his dumb humor.

Minho quickly went on to explain himself. “It was just a joke, I swear. I’m just trying to find ways to make you laugh instead of glare like you want me gone.”

You skipped the fact that he said he wanted to make you laugh and focused on the general idea of his words. “That’s harsh, I've never said that.”

The truth was, you really did say some mean stuff to him but you never wanted him gone. You just wanted Minho on the other side of the classroom where you didn’t have to look at him or acknowledge his presence. You weren’t sure why, but that was besides the point.

“You meant it,” Minho suggested, which made you cackle, mostly because of his expression which was rather suggestive.

“Maybe. Sometimes.”

“See?” He cocked his head to the side and blinked annoyingly, happy to have proved himself right.

“I’m kidding”, you spoke in a mocking tone before glaring at him. Did he really fall for that? “Anyway, I’m not angry. You just say stuff that makes me rethink everything and that's it. And you were mean earlier today, but that’s nothing new. I’m not mad.”

“I’m kind of sick of it,” Minho said with a sigh, leaning against the desk behind him, legs crossed at the ankles, hands in pockets of his jeans. All of a sudden, he seemed so nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“Of what?”

“Us being angry with each other.”

“Me too, honestly,” you shrugged, realizing that Minho was calling for a much-needed truce and that you’d be a fool not to accept it. “So let’s just not.”

“Maybe we could start over?” Minho’s eyebrow cocked up at his own suggestion as he watched you stare at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Be friends? Act nice?” He suggested slowly, still keeping his eyes on you, which made you look away. The air became tense all of a sudden, once you forgot about being angry or annoyed and just focused on the man in front of you.

“Sure,” you said and offered him a hand to shake, which he accepted with a smile. The one thing you did like about Minho was his handshake. If there was something you hated about people, it was when they shook hands weakly—holding their hand was like holding a dead fish, and it irked you to no end.

“Do you… Uh…” His hand flew from yours to the back of his head for a quick scratch, which made you think he was nervous. Minho always did that when nervous. “Do you think you would like to go out with me?”

Minho’s question caught you unaware, and you were sure you looked completely surprised as you just stood there for a couple of seconds, trying to process his question and figure out whether he was joking. Was Minho really asking you out? You!?

“I think…” Words just weren’t coming so you took a deep breath and asked what you really wanted to know. Beating around the bush wouldn’t help you here, and you didn’t have that much time to begin with. “Why?”

“Is it not obvious?” Minho asked, sticking his tongue out to wet his lips before continuing. “I like you.”

For a second, everything stood still as you two locked eyes. Into you? His words were running on repeat in your brain as you watched his eyes widen in expectation. You breathed out loudly, as if someone took all the air out of your lungs. None of it made any sense. “Jesus, Minho… Seriously?”

That was not the answer he was hoping for, clearly. Minho was chewing on his lower lip while you spoke and stopped the second you looked at him questioningly. He took a deep breath before continuing, “This is not the moment to be sarcastic or rude, I swear.”

“I’m not trying to be,” you waved his implication off with your hand, “I just don’t get you. You just told me earlier I think everything revolves around me.”

“Because you sometimes do,” Minho shrugged and looked at you like you were silly. “I still like you, though.”

“Oh, how generous of you,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. However, you realized that was a mistake the second you did it. If there was any chance Minho was serious about this, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings in any way, even if you did find him annoying.

“It’s not generous, I’m just saying I like you even if you think I’m mocking you with my friends,” Minho explained and narrowed his eyes to give you a glare that made you feel dumb.

You wanted to let him know he could shove his weak confession where the sun doesn't shine, but you bit your tongue in time. What would be the point? You’d offend him and you two would go back to fighting. So instead of getting offended at Minho’s joke, you chuckled. “Okay, fair enough, that was stupid of me.”

“So you can admit that you’re wrong sometimes,” he said and nodded mockingly, as if this was the first time you’ve ever admitted your wrongdoings. “Wow. Growth, we love to see it!”

“Shut up, Minho,” you scoffed with a shake of your head. “Anyway, I have to be somewhere.”

“Wait, uhm, you didn’t answer me,” he looked at you with puppy eyes again, and you realized he was actually serious about this.

The fact that the usually cocky Minho seemed afraid of your reaction made the whole thing ten times worse, as it put pressure on you. It’s not that he was pushy or pressuring you, it’s that you felt like you had a million eyes on you when it was just the two of you there.

Maybe it was because you were curious about your own response too. You needed time to think about it, lay all the details out and then analyze them until they showed you how you really feel, and that wasn’t possible right then and there.

“I just don’t think there’s chemistry here,” was all you could come up with, even if it wasn’t exactly true.

Minho suddenly pushed himself away from the desk and walked over to you until your bodies almost touched, which was the closest you’d been in years, save for that night at the party when his hands were on you and when you almost did kiss him… That was not what you were supposed to be thinking about. You didn’t move away or even flinch despite him being that close, and that scared you. Why didn’t you?

“And what about the party?” Minho challenged you with a smirk. The little fucker knew you were both aware of how heated that dance got, and he wasn’t afraid to call you out like that.

“We were drunk!” You told him while looking over his shoulder for a second, unable to stand his eyes on you for that long.

“Didn’t we almost kiss?” Minho asked with a cockiness in his voice that you couldn’t deny, clearly happy with the situation.

You shook your head as a no and took a step backward so you weren’t so close to him because his cologne was starting to mess with you again. “Almost kiss and kiss isn’t the same thing.”

Minho nodded, seemingly in agreement with you. “You’re right, so why don’t we kiss now? And we’ll see if there’s chemistry. We’re sober.”

“That’s what you want?” You were surprised by his proposition and how things were moving along. This was not what you expected when he said he wanted to talk, not at all. If anything, you thought you’d agree on being civil. Not once did you consider him asking you for a kiss.

“Yeah. If you don't feel like there’s anything there, that’s cool, I'll back off,” Minho offered, knowing that would be tempting for you.

“You will?” Somehow, you couldn’t get yourself to believe him, even though his face told you he was sincere about this.

“Yes,” Minho said with a long sigh, his breath fanning your face, inviting you in.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

You agreeing to his idea seemed to surprise him more than it did you because Minho’s mouth slightly opened in shock, but he quickly recovered and approached you again, now an inch away from you, his eyes fixated on your mouth.

“This is weird,” Minho laughed and quickly continued, “I mean, agreeing to kiss someone is so weird, sorry. Like, how do you go about it?”

“Exactly what I'm thinking,” you said, looking up at his mouth.

Why did the moment suddenly seem so intimate? You were in an empty classroom, but it was still a public place and there were surely some people left at college. So, it shouldn’t have felt as private as it did, but the fact that Minho was so close and looking at you the way he looked at you like he did at the party was playing tricks on you.

You thought that his looks at the party were connected with the drinks he’d had, but Minho didn’t have any drinks that day, and he still had that look in his eyes, the one that made you kind of want him.

“Okay, okay, deep breath,” Minho instructed you with a giggle, which made you think he was excited about this whole idea.

“Are we closing our eyes?” You asked, wanting to be sure. Usually, you didn’t ask stuff like that, but then again, you didn’t exactly agree to kiss random people often, so it was better to find out sooner than later.

“Duh,” Minho gave you a strange look like he was judging you just because you asked.

“I don’t know, don’t want you to make fun of me after,” you mocked his voice, which made him chuckle.

“Do you really think I'm that much of an ass?” He cocked his head to the side, and his eyes widened in surprise.

You spread your arms with a laugh, not believing he was making this so easy on you. “Yes!”

Minho could only kick his head back and laugh. “I wish you hadn't answered that one, really.”

Why did you all of a sudden find Minho’s laughter funny and his mouth so attractive? Was it because he was so close to you and you hadn’t been that close to a guy in a long time? Or was it the way he was looking at you and making you laugh, paired with that amazing cologne he had on? Whatever it was, it was working.

Then again, maybe it was Good Guy and the fact that you were daydreaming about him and wanting to try out the things he was suggesting. Since he wasn’t there, you only had Minho. Your mind wandering to Good Guy made you panic all of a sudden—you’d be late!

“Will you do it or not? I have to go”, you cleared your throat, remembering you weren’t supposed to even be there, let alone letting Minho give you a kiss.

Minho nodded quickly, “Deep breath.”

With that, he used his index finger to lift your chin and that was enough for shivers to run down your spine. His hand was warm, but you still shivered when he touched you so gently and lifted your chin so he could lean in easily, brushing his nose against yours by accident, allowing you to feel his breath on your face. For some reason, the contact with Minho’s skin made you get goosebumps instantly, or maybe that was because of the way he was looking at you as if he was asking for permission once again.

You closed your eyes slowly, and Minho leaned in even more to press his lips against yours. They felt just as soft as they looked, sadly. He also smelled nice, which was a huge plus in your book, and now you could feel it even better.

Instead of pulling away, like you thought Minho would after he kissed you, he leaned in further, his lips brushing against yours, making you get all tense in anticipation. For a second, you tried to stop thinking about you and Minho and Good Guy and all the bickering and stupid insults—and just focus on Minho’s scent and the feel of his smooth lips on yours.

As if he could sense that you relaxed and let go, Minho opened his mouth slightly, so you did the same, and before you knew it, his tongue was inside your mouth. He also tasted great, too, which was even more annoying somehow. Your tactic worked—you forgot about literally everything other than feelings his lips and tongue, his hand on your neck, his scent.

Did everything about him have to be perfect? Hair, body, outfits, smile, kisses, everything. Everything about Minho annoyed you yet attracted you at the same time, which was extremely confusing.

Minho’s hand cupped your cheek as his tongue moved slowly inside your mouth. The way he rolled it in circles made your lower stomach twist and turn in excitement, and you hated the fact that your own body let you down like that. Really, for Minho? You were getting wet after one fucking kiss with someone as obnoxious as Lee Minho? Were you really that sex-deprived that one kiss could get you going?

The worst part about it was that you didn’t want to stop and you were forgetting to breathe during the kiss. If you were being honest with yourself, you wanted it to keep going so you could remember everything about it later, when you replayed the whole conversation in your head to figure out what was going on. So, when Minho finally pulled away, you were practically gasping for air, and he noticed it.

“Wow,” he breathed, his mouth still so close to yours, wet with saliva, ready for more. “That good, huh?”

Of course, it was still good old Lee Minho underneath all that gorgeousness, so you rolled your eyes with a sigh. For a second, he managed to make you forget that it was still him. “Jesus.”

“I’m joking, hey,” his voice suddenly sounded deeper and more serious than before, and his eyes told you he was telling the truth.

“Okay,” you simply said before taking a step towards the door. “I really have to go.”

“Can you uh, tell me about the… chemistry?” You could tell Minho wasn’t comfortable asking this, but at the same time wanted to know badly.

“Maybe we can talk about it some other time,” you suggested, not wanting to stay there longer and discuss how the kiss made you feel, with Minho of all people. You weren’t sure either, which is why discussing it with him would confuse you even more. Besides, Good Guy was waiting.

But, Minho’s face looked like he thought you were flat out saying no, which you weren’t. You wanted to talk to Good Guy, as promised, and you couldn’t stay here and discuss your hate relationship with Minho. You didn’t even know how to feel about the whole thing, especially after finding yourself enjoying his kiss.

Besides, you two wouldn’t see each other that often anymore. In fact, you had only a couple of more classes together before Christmas break and the party where you’d finally meet Good Guy. What if that took off? What would you do about Minho then if you promised him anything? Did you even want that? You weren’t sure how you two could ever go on a date without going home in a fight.

“Are you coming to the party on Thursday?” Minho finally said something, and you were thankful for it because the silence was making you overthink everything, especially kissing him.

“I think so,” you immediately responded and noticed how his face lit up instantly. It was a lie, though—you knew about the party, but had no plans to go, as usual. “But I don’t want to talk about it at the party.”

And you meant it.

Even if you went crazy and decided to go to a stupid frat party, you weren’t going to let Minho take you to the side and talk about all of this all over again, mostly because you knew he’d smell and look great and you’d both be drinking, and it would make you act irrationally. You were already acting strange and letting him kiss you, and you were completely sober. God knows what you’d let him do with a couple of drinks in you.

“Why? Too afraid you’ll give in to what you actually want?” Minho’s snicker told you everything you needed to know about his confidence, and you envied him for it.

But, there was no way you were going to say that, so you opted for the usual, “You’re really full of yourself.”

“Do I have a reason not to be?” Minho asked before bursting into laughter. “It’s a joke once again. I’m not full of myself, but I know what happens when you and I are drunk around each other, so it was a safe assumption to make.”

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes and went straight for the door. “See you at the party, I really have to run.”

“I...” Minho reached out and you thought he was going to stop you from leaving, but he changed his mind and pulled his hand away quickly. “Thanks for giving it a shot,at least.”

You felt bad when you heard the comment because you really didn’t stop to take Minho’s feelings into consideration at all. All you did was make jokes and find excuses to leave as soon as you could and leave him wondering whether or not he should keep holding on, which was selfish of you. The thing was, you really didn’t know what was going on, so you didn’t have much to say to Minho.

“There…. There was some chemistry,” you admitted with a sigh. “But some. Don’t let it get to your head.”

Minho tried to stop himself from grinning but failed and did so anyway, so you left the room after giving him an awkward wave that left you with something to think about on your way home.

As soon as you got on the bus, you texted Good Guy. It was 6:28 and there was no way you would be able to sit down somewhere and text him for an hour, as agreed. The bus was full, somehow, and you couldn’t even pay attention to your phone since you tried to stay on your feet and not fall over whenever the driver hit the brakes.

You: i’m so sorry, good guy! 🥺 I’m on my way home, the traffic is crazy, i won’t be able to make it

Good Guy: oh… that’s okay, don’t worry. Class run late?

You could have easily said yes and Good Guy would never know, but you didn’t feel like lying to someone you haven’t even met. Building stuff on lies made them fall apart like a house of cards later, and that wasn’t what you wanted for yourself at all. It took you a long time to even type the next message because you had to hold on tight whenever the bus took a turn.

You: actually, i had a talk with a classmate over an argument so it was important that i stayed, i guess

Good Guy: that minho dude?

The fact that Minho was the first person who came to Good Guy’s mind almost made you gasp. Shit. Was Good Guy someone from college? Eun-ah had a lot of friends you knew nothing about, and it wasn’t exactly a secret that Minho and you couldn’t stand each other, so if Good Guy was any of the guys who shared a class with one of you, he could have seen you together today and put two and two together.

You: how did you know?

Good Guy: no offense, but you talk about this guy a whole lot

Your cheeks felt like they were burning by that point. First, you almost kissed Minho the other day. Now you actually did kiss him while talking with Good Guy all the time and telling him you were going to meet next week. You felt weird: not like you were cheating, but also not completely innocent, either. If life taught you anything, it was that you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too, and this predicament felt a bit like that. You just weren’t sure who the cake was.

You: It’s nothing like that!

Good Guy: Maybe you should think about it before the party and all that

You: Wait, you’re serious?

Good Guy: Is he going to be there? It will be awkward

Would Minho attend Eun-ah’s party? Well, only if Hyunjin invited him, and you weren’t sure he’d do that. After all, it was Eun-ah’s party for all her single friends who were a part of this thing, from what you understood, so people couldn’t just invite whoever.

But, since Good Guy mentioned this possibility, you started thinking about it. What if Minho did show up at the party? How awkward would it be to talk to Good Guy while Minho was in the same room, and you’d just kissed? You’d probably go home if that happened. But, Minho wasn’t Eun-ah’s friend, so you were good.

You: I don’t know if he’s Eun-ah’s friend, but it doesn’t really matter

Good Guy: okay ☺️ it’s none of my business anyway

Good Guy: but just think about it and whether you want to reveal your identity to me and all that

You: don’t worry about it. besides, revealing our identities is just that… we can then see if there’s chemistry

Good Guy: chemistry you can’t feel over texts?

You: yes… sometimes you just feel it around someone. it’s either there or it isn’t

Good Guy: do you always act on it if you feel it

You: not always 😀 sometimes you know better

Good Guy: i guess you’re right, good girl ☺️ i have to leave for practice now, i’ll talk to you later!

Thursday, Dec 16th

When Thursday rolled around, you were starting to regret saying yes to going to the party.

It was a long week, the work stuff was starting to get to you, and the whole Minho situation became even more confusing. You worried about it so much that you didn’t go to class on Wednesday because you knew you’d have to sit next to Minho, and you just couldn’t face him after the kiss and that entire conversation. You hated to admit it, but it did make you feel something.

But, the worst part about it was that you didn’t want to not show up at that party because you told Minho you’d be there like it even mattered. Since when did you care about letting Minho down? It wasn’t like you to even think about whether something you did would hurt his feelings or not.

Still, you couldn’t get yourself to break your promise, even if you weren’t sure whether you even wanted to talk to Minho. Bailing on him wasn’t an option, so you picked Eun-ah up when agreed, and had two drinks at her place before walking to the party.

Because some of her friends were at her place when you got there, you didn’t mention a word about Minho or Good Guy, but as soon as the friends went home and you and Eun-ah were on your way to the party, there was nothing stopping you, so you explained everything that happened with Minho in painful detail. You just needed to hear someone else’s opinion on this situation, and the person couldn’t be any of your friends from university since they all knew, and most of them liked, him.

“And you’re conflicted… Why?” She asked once you finished, as if you didn’t just spend half an hour talking about this man and how his very essence annoyed but turned you on somehow.

“Good Guy,” you stated the first reason. You were supposed to meet him in eight days, after all. She was the one who wanted to set you two up because you were great for each other, and here you were, compromising it because of… Minho. “Minho being… Well, Minho. Me being me. All of it.”

“Oh, I see. Well, Good Guy and you haven’t really met, so you don’t know him that well. You two would be perfect together, but that’s up for you to see at the party,” Eun-ah grinned and patted your back. “But don’t think you can’t see if things work out with Minho… You’re a single woman. Good Guy and you are just talking.“

“I don’t know if I want to.”

Eun-ah stopped walking and looked at you, deadpan. “Girl, you’re dragging me to a party at a frat house because you told this dude you’d come. You want to talk to him, at least.”

She was right. You wanted to go to this party solely because Minho would be there, and there was no point in pretending that wasn’t the only reason for you going in the first place. You weren’t sure what you wanted to get out of it, but you wanted you two to finish the conversation from the other day.

“I do. But I’m… Confused. Don’t know if I want him or if it’s just pent-up frustration,” you shot her a knowing look because you knew Eun-ah would understand the sentiment. “Besides, I haven’t had sex in the longest time, and he’s recently changed his behavior. He went from being mean to being mean and flirty at the same time, and I guess I just like that? And I hate that I do.”

“Since you’ve been talking about this dude since we’ve left my place, just go fucking talk to him,” Eun-ah advised, and, as always, her words seemed so obvious. “You literally have nothing to lose.”

Did she forget her whole Cupid’s Christmas thing? “Except this perfect guy you chose from me.”

“Girl, if Minho’s the better choice, do you really think I’d get upset?” Eun-ah laughed at your suggestion. “I’m not that crazy.”

“Ah, you’re right, I know,” you explained, “but I don’t know if Minho is the better choice. It’s Minho. I haven’t mentioned him often because I really don’t usually think about him. I mean, I do, but in an annoying kind of way.”

“Well, if he made you change your mind in a couple of weeks, there might be something there. You’ll know when you see him.”

So, when you noticed Minho an hour later among the crowd of drunk frat boys, you wondered if you knew. Did anything change? It felt funny to see him. Funny was the wrong word, for sure, but you felt the need to take a big gulp of your drink when you saw him approaching.

“That’s him,” you nudged Eun-ah as if Minho couldn’t see you doing that, which told you you’ve had a drink too many.

“I’d better get lost then,” she giggled and pecked your cheek. “If you need an excuse, call me and I’ll come get you.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, but your friend was already off to find a familiar face, which you didn’t doubt she would in less than a minute. She knew everyone.

You stood in place and simply watched Minho approach you, walking towards you casually in his usual confident manner, his eyes never leaving yours, face locked in a smirk. He knew you were there because of him, you were certain.

“Want to dance?” Minho offered his hand, and you accepted it like it was a normal occurrence. Usually, the two of you would insult each other as a greeting, but tonight you danced.

For a while, neither one of you spoke. Instead, you danced to the rhythm of the music, instantly finding that perfect dancing position for pairs, and stared in the opposite directions. You, for one, were kind of scared of facing Minho.

He smelled fantastic and was wearing that white shirt you’d seen him wear before, the one that he purposefully left halfway unbuttoned so everyone could get a clear view of his chest. No, you shouldn’t have looked down—it was a mistake to even think about his chest.

“Are you cold?” Minho asked, which was a dumb question coming from someone half-naked at a crowded party. Also, judging by how red his cheeks were, he’d been drinking too, so he knew it was the furthest thing from cold there.

“No, are you?” you looked down at his chest and chuckled, which made him grin at you.

“I’m asking because you’re shivering,” Minho explained slowly, still moving in circles slowly, now staring right at your face. You were? You hadn’t noticed at all, since you were focusing on him.

Since you couldn’t ignore him any longer, you looked into his eyes too. “I didn’t have enough to drink.”

“Enough to dance or talk to me?” He cocked his head to the side and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. How did he get so confident around you all of a sudden? Minho was stuttering just the other day, and now he had no problem being cocky.

“Let’s leave it at both,” you nodded and looked over his shoulder, pretending there was something more interesting than the guy you used to think you absolutely hated, but seemingly couldn’t stay away from

“Okay… Do you…” Minho cleared his throat and exhaled loudly, as if he was annoyed with himself. You couldn’t help but notice the way he frowned, even if it was for a split second.

“What?” you asked, unsure of whether that would make him more nervous or motivate him to continue.

“I wanted to ask you if you were up for talking about what we talked about the other day… But since you haven’t mentioned it, I'm guessing it’s a no.”

Hearing Minho say that made you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You knew he’d bring it up, but you just didn't think it would be this early on when you weren’t ready for it. Would you ever feel ready for something like that, though? The fact that you were still dancing, hand in hand, looking over each other’s shoulder made the whole thing even weirder.

“I just don’t…” you grunted, mostly at yourself for being unable to summarize everything you thought into something simple and understandable. “It’s confusing.”

“What exactly?” Minho turned his head to the side, and you felt like he was waiting for you to do the same. If you did, your faces would be touching—well, almost—and you couldn’t afford that.

“You saying you’re into me. Can’t you see why?” You really did think it was obvious why you were feeling the way you were.

“I’ve been into you for a long time,” Minho scoffed and continued staring at the side of your face. “You’re the only one who doesn’t know, apparently.”

This made your head snap in his direction, and you looked straight into his eyes to understand whether he was lying. What was he on about? “If that’s true, you really have a weird way of showing it.”

“I told you I’m not good at this,” he grimaced and gave you a slight shrug, eyes still focused on yours.

“When have we ever discussed this?”

For a second, you thought you saw panic written all over Minho’s face, but he quickly recovered. “Were you that drunk?”

“I’m sorry, maybe I forgot,” you looked away again, feeling like a dumbass. What happened at the last party was clear in your head, or at least you thought so, but if you and Minho discussed something like this and you forgot it, you were wrong.

“What’s confusing you? Maybe I can help,” Minho offered, his mouth dangerously close to your neck as he leaned in a bit to whisper, even though that was impossible at a party. Still, you felt his breath on your neck and enjoyed it.

“This feels like a practical joke,” you admitted.

“What does?”

“You saying all these things all of a sudden. You’ve never, and I mean never, shown any interest in me,” you side-eyed him quickly before looking over his shoulder again.

“Do you really think not one person in that class wants to sit next to me?” Minho asked with a giggle. “Seungmin is one of my best friends. Do you really think he sits behind me and not next to me because he wants to?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying,” Minho leaned in again, “that I tell people not to sit next to me because I’m saving you a seat.”

He was? How come not one person in that entire class ever thought to tell you that? True, you weren’t exactly the friendliest person out there, but still, not one person!?

“Oh, so you want me to sit next to you so you can torture me?” you tried to play it off as a joke, but Minho didn’t laugh at all.

“I thought I was just being nice without being too cheesy,” he scoffed at his own idea, but you just didn’t understand how he thought any of it would work. For instance, it would have been a lot easier to just ask you to sit next to him. At least you’d know he wanted to sit with you in that case and you wouldn’t think you were being punished for existing every time you walked into that classroom.

“Nice? Calling me a raccoon isn’t nice,” you reminded him of that insult, which instantly made him stop dancing and look at you apologetically.

“It was a stupid joke! I didn’t realize you’d been crying, it just seemed like you fucked up your makeup, that’s it,” Minho placed his hand over his heart and waited for you to say something, which made you realize you two were standing in the middle of the dancefloor.

You nodded and continued dancing, and he soon followed. “Okay, okay, let’s not go down that rabbit hole again.”

“Is that proof enough?” Minho asked, clearly wanting to continue talking about you two as if that was a normal part of your discussions.

“You could just be saying it, Minho,” you pointed out the obvious.

Maybe you’d seen too many movies when you were younger, but you were kind of expecting someone as popular as him to make fun of someone like you by pretending to like them if you were being honest. Okay, not expecting, but fearing it.

“Really?” Minho laughed again, kicking his head back. “It’s so hard to convince you I like you. Do you think those girls who usually sit in front of us didn’t ask to sit next to me, ever? Or my friend? Or any of the people who don’t want to sit too close to the back or front of the classroom?”

Well, once he put it like that, it really did seem like the only place left was the one next to him, every single time, which was just suspicious. You never questioned it because you never suspected he’d be keeping it for you.

“It’s not just you,” you finally admitted, not wanting to discuss the seating arrangement any longer, “I mean, not just this whole hate thing we have going on.”

“Then what is it?”

“This Cupid’s thing Eun-ah organized,” you said after taking a deep breath and getting ready to fuck things up royally. “Don’t know if you know about it through Hyunjin.”

Minho nodded slowly. “Oh, I’m a part of it.”

“Y-you, you’re what now?”

“A part of it,” he repeated slowly. “I know Eun-ah too. She knows Hyunjin because he gave her dance classes. at the same place I take dance classes. So, we see each other there.”

Why was this the first time you were hearing about this? Did Eun-ah not know that the Minho from her dance classes was the same Minho you confided in her about just earlier? The embarrassment was real with this one.

“I had no idea you two knew each other,” you said after a couple of seconds of silence during which you processed the news as well as you could. “Maybe I shouldn’t have shit-talked you as much as I did then.”

This comment made Minho laugh loudly. “I’m sure she shit-talked too, I saw the way you two glared at me. Anyway, you were saying? This Cupid’s Christmas thing...”

“Well, I’m talking to the guy from this thing of hers,” you told him, hoping that would explain it all. If he was participating too, he knew what it meant—you were talking to a guy.

The look on Minho’s face told you he was expecting you to continue. “So?”

Here came the hard part, but there was no point in beating around the bush or playing dumb. You couldn’t joke your way out of it, not when people’s feelings were involved. “We’re supposed to meet next week at the party.”

“Well, I'm talking to someone too,” Minho reminded you. “Doesn’t mean I'm dating her.”

And then it dawned on you that, if Minho was a part of the whole secret texting thing, he was doing the same thing you were doing. Did he talk to this girl all day, every day? “Wait, why did you kiss me if you’re talking to this girl?”

Instead of acting insulted or attacking you back, Minho chuckled, continuing to dance. “Are you jealous?”

“No, I just…” You started to explain yourself, but then you realized Minho was joking. “Why are you doing this if you’re thinking about this other person?”

Were you jealous? It felt weird even asking Minho this, but you didn’t really have any other choice. You could stop this conversation and talk about something else, but you wouldn’t get any answers and would be left with even more questions, which would leave you spiraling. It just didn’t make sense—why was he confessing to you if he was also talking to another girl he was about to meet soon?

Minho cocked an eyebrow at you. “Didn’t you just say you’re doing the same thing?”

“Well, I’m not doing anything with you,” you blurted out, not even thinking about what the words sounded like to the person on the receiving end, especially someone who was just telling you they liked you.

“Oh,” Minho’s face dropped the second he heard you say that so adamantly. “Okay.”

“No, I didn't...” you stopped yourself because you weren’t even sure what you wanted to tell him. What were you even doing here, except dancing in circles and ruining any chance you had of having a normal friendship with Minho? “Fuck, Minho. I just—I meant, we didn’t do anything, right? And that’s why I'm having a hard time deciding on anything. This guy, we have... Chemistry when we talk, we get along.”

“Okay…” Minho nodded a couple of times before looking right into your eyes again. “And we don’t?”

“Get along?” you scoffed. “Never.”

“Have chemistry, fool,” Minho clicked his tongue. You knew what he meant the first time he said it, but you were hoping he would let it slide.

“Yeah, we do,” was all you could get out because he kept looking right at you, his face inches away from yours.

“Some or a lot?”

The fact that he leaned in even further made it hard for you to answer that question. Wasn’t that chemistry, the feeling of being unable to stop looking at someone’s mouth as they spoke to you?

“A lot, I think. I fear, to be more precise,” you corrected yourself quickly, wanting him to get a better idea of how you really felt. Maybe Minho could help you figure it out. After all, he was somehow a part of it.

“What’s there to fear?” Minho backed away a bit as if he realized that’s what you needed to speak more freely. “You know me.”

“Exactly,” you nodded quickly. “You’re mean to me, you act like you can’t stand me, you tell me I’m insufferable or that I look like a raccoon, and you can’t stand my morning grumpiness.”

Listing all these things only helped to make Minho feel worse. “I’m an idiot, okay? We’ve agreed on that already. But, I think the teasing is mutual.”

“It is, which is why I’m wondering if it would be a good idea.”

Minho sighed and continued dancing for a while, now looking over your shoulder, but his cheek was still really close to yours, and you could feel his scent all over you. That damn shirt wasn’t helping with how much of his chest it exposed.

After a while, he spoke and seemed in a worse mood than before. “So wait, you’re really going to meet this guy and hook up with him next week and won’t give me a chance? I’m not talking about some party. I want to take you out on a date. “

You gulped at this, unsure of what to tell Minho. Was he serious about this? A date did sound a lot better than meeting someone at a party, but it was Minho. What about Good Guy? “I don’t even know if I'll meet him after all of this.”

“Well, I don't think you should,” Minho said matter-of-factly as if he had any say in it. “I think you should date me instead.”

“Fuck,” the swear word left your mouth the second Minho said that. You weren’t used to men being that straightforward, especially not ones you had such a weird friendship with—if it could be called that—and his bluntness made you swear, which you didn’t really do. “Sorry! I mean damn.”

“Your highness… Didn’t notice you here,” Minho couldn’t help but laugh so sweetly at your slipup.

You thought shooting him a cold glare would help, but he was still chuckling, so you used words instead while trying hard not to laugh. The last thing you wanted was for him to think he was funny. “Stop it.”

“You see, you like my jokes,” Minho grinned again.

“Sometimes.”

“And I think you like my swearing, too,” he shrugged before continuing, “maybe even a bit too much.”

“Don’t think so.”

“Really?” Minho cleared his throat before leaning in again, this time almost brushing his lips against your earlobe. “Didn’t like it when I got close to you in class? Didn’t like hearing about dicks and pussies and cum?”

You hissed as hearing him say the words made your mind run to places it shouldn’t have, not then, not with him. It was your weak spot—dirty talk—and Minho’s already figured it out. “Minho…”

“What? You want me to stop?”

Did you? Or did you want him to keep going, so you could test your limits and find out just how into him you actually were? “I don’t know.”

“Then give it a try… Maybe our chemistry gets even better if we give in,” Minho suggested with eyes that seemed to widen now that his thoughts were out in the open.

“Or maybe it goes away?” You asked the question that’s been on your mind lately. “What if it’s just pent-up frustration from all these years of hating each other?”

Minho nodded before shrugging lightly as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Then it goes away and you go meet your guy next week.”

“And that’s it?”

“I can take no for an answer and I will. I’ve been taking it for a long time now,” Minho explained and looked at you questioningly.

“What changed?”

“You,” he said it easily, without even having to think about it.

“Me?”

“You started to talk to me more without being mean… You laugh at my jokes now… You almost kissed me the other day. Then you did kiss me,” this part made him grin so he paused for a second. “So I guess it’s as good a time as any to try. I know my proposition is a bit out there, but you can’t tell me you don’t want to know how it feels to get railed by me?”

Railed? You coughed, almost choking on your spit. Where did this come from? You were just talking about a date, a single date, and his mind went to this. Railed? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Minho!” If you sounded scolding, Minho didn’t seem to mind at all, which meant that your original plan had backfired.

“I love it when you say my name… You never say it,” he pretended to pout before smirking, and you couldn’t believe this was what he chose to say, out of everything he could have chosen.

“Minho, Minho, Minho…” you patted his chest gently, hoping he’d take the hint and slow down. If he continued in this direction, you weren’t sure how you’d end it. “I don’t want to get carried away.”

“Okay,” he didn’t seem to like your decision, but he moved away a couple of inches, giving you enough space to breathe without breathing him in. “I’m not here to talk you into anything. I’d just really like for you to try… And see if we have real chemistry.”

“What if we do?” You posed the question that’s been bugging you for a while. What if? You weren’t sure what would happen if there were sparks. How would you two even get along?

“Easy… We date if you want to,” he tilted his head forward and grinned at you until you smiled back.

“Minho… It’s tempting.”

Instead of saying something back, Minho leaned in and kissed your neck. In fact, his lips brushed against your neck, but they were wet, and that sensation made you feel a spark light up deep inside your lower belly, a yearning for him awakening, not that you weren’t thinking about it earlier.

But, you reminded yourself that you were at a frat party and that he kissed your neck in front of everyone, so your mind went into overdrive. Still, you couldn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no when you knew his mouth felt great.

You pushed Minho’s chest away, which had him wincing and apologizing the second your eyes met.

“Not here,” you shook your head and looked around, hoping he’d realize you just couldn’t make out with him among so many people.

“Come,” Minho offered his hand and when you placed your own in his, he sighed and visibly relaxed.

Before you knew it, he was taking you away from the crowd, up the stairs, into a bedroom. He seemed to know this house more than you did, which wasn’t surprising since Hyunjin lived here somewhere.

“We can be here, Hyunjin won’t mind,” Minho informed you as he closed the door behind you and turned on the lights.

“Oh, come on, Hyunjin’s bedroom?” You looked at him like he was crazy. There was no way you were making out or doing anything similar on Hyunjin’s bed.

“It’s this or the closet,” Minho informed you with a smile. “We’re not getting naked in a frat guy’s room, do you know what kind of nasty stuff they do? I don’t even want to go into one of their rooms, let alone do anything else in them. Hyunjin is clean, though.”

“You’re right, this is nasty,” you said, realizing you were having second thoughts.

Weren’t you on the same level as all these frat guys Minho was trashing? You decided to leave the party to hook up with him, even though you two have never done anything sexual before. Out of all the places in the world, you were ready to go make out with him in a frat house.

“Hey no, I didn’t mean us,” Minho took a step closer and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Your highness, you’d collapse if you heard about the things they do.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled at him, but feeling the warmth of his hand on you made you rethink the whole thing. Why not? “The closet then.”

“Really? You’d rather go make out in a closet than use Hyunjin’s bed?” Minho seemed suspicious of your decision because it wasn’t like you at all, and you had to agree with him.

Still, using Hyunjin’s bed just seemed wrong. You had to look the guy in the eye sooner or later. If he turned out to be Good Guy, you could just move to another city at that point because you’d have no way of explaining this all to him.

“He’s your friend,” you informed Minho, in case he’d forgotten.

“Oh, he’d love this for me,” he informed you with a chuckle, which didn’t amuse you at all.

“Oh my god,” you rubbed your forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

“Okay, okay, let’s go then,” Minho tongued his cheek and led the way to the closet he had in mind, which, as you realized was a walk-in closet where the guys from the frat house kept all kinds of stuff, like tools, food supplies, and basically any and everything. Once you walked in, Minho locked the door behind him.

“We don’t want someone drunk to barge in,” he informed you as he turned to face you.

The only light in the room was coming from the glass above the door, which let just enough light in so you could see Minho in the dark, but not enough for him to see every pore on you, even though he was standing right in front of you. That suited you. Seeing less of him would be better, it would help you decide.

“Are you sure about this?” Minho asked, moving in until he was standing right in front of you, bodies touching at the waist.

“Let’s, uh, kiss, and see where it goes from there,” you said, even though you were completely ready to get railed—or whatever term he used—by Minho at that point.

Feeling his mouth on your neck lit something in you, and you were sure he was the only person who could get rid of that feeling for you, at least right then.

Minho nodded and leaned in again, and when his mouth found yourself, you realized you were forgetting everything that happened between you two, between you and Good Guy, and honestly, between you and any other man ever.

All you could focus on was Minho, his lips, his tongue, his hands which found purchase on your body, the way he was breathing into the kiss, shakily, as if he was enjoying it as much as you were, and that scent of his that drove you wild.

You breathed out loudly into the kiss and threw your head back for a second to catch your breath. Somehow, it seemed that you always forgot to breathe when kissing Minho, and it was becoming embarrassing because it seemed you were so into him you were already panting. He seemed to love it though, you could tell by the low chuckle and how his hands grabbed onto your waist tighter.

Instead of letting you rest, Minho leaned in and started playing with your neck again, which instantly made you moan and try to squirm out of his touch. That was your weak spot, the neck, mostly because it got you turned on in seconds.

“Too much?” Minho asked between chuckles, and you nodded, letting him push you backward slowly until your ass touched something that seemed like a desk. “Let’s get rid of this.”

He let go of you, so you breathed a sigh of relief and watched Minho push everything on the desk to the side, allowing enough room for what you guessed would be you. Then, he walked over and stood right in front of you again, leaning in to kiss you, and before you knew it, your tongue was in his mouth and you were grabbing onto that poor excuse of a shirt. It didn’t cover a single thing, and he knew it. So, you found yourself undoing the three remaining buttons, which allowed you easy access to his naked torso, which you instantly took advantage of and touched all over.

Minho didn’t seem to mind. In fact, while you were busy playing with his shirt, he took the opportunity to reach down and squeeze your ass hard before deciding on giving it soft squeezes here and there for good measure. You didn’t fail to notice the grunt he let out when he felt you drag your nails down to the hem of his jeans gently, careful not to leave scratch marks.

“Sure?” It sounded like a question, so you nodded and stopped kissing him, your faces almost touching, eyes concentrated on his eyes as his hands wandered to your front side, under your skirt, pushing it up to pool around your middle. Four of his fingers prodded under the hem of your panties next to your hips and his voice was shaky when he asked you if you were sure one more time.

When you gave him a final nod, Minho pulled your underwear down your thighs and kneeled to get them off of you, so you held onto his shoulders for support and lifted your leg, so he could get your underwear off and hand it to you. It ended up shoved in the pocket of your jacket, the last thing on your mind as Minho stayed in a kneeling position next to your naked lower body.

“Place the jacket on the desk,” Minho instructed, patting the desk right next to your hip. “So you can sit on it.”

You nodded and did as he asked, propping yourself up using your palms to lift yourself off the ground and sit on the jacket-covered desk, feeling self-conscious about Minho getting a good look at your naked crotch. He cocked his head to the side and smirked before looking up at you, which made you look away. “Still sure?”

You sighed with a nod and before you could even react, he leaned in and latched his lips onto your labia, engulfing it with his mouth while moving his tongue up and down your slit, which instantly made you arch your back and moan. Fuck, he was good and he hadn’t even started.

“Ah, Minho,” you couldn’t help but grunt and lean even more backward once he started to suck on your clit. A long suck would be followed by gentle flicking of the tongue against your clit, and this went on for minutes, one and then the other, both making you get wetter by the second until you could feel yourself dripping.

“Fucking finally,” Minho mumbled against your clit before moving down to your hole and teasing you by licking all the way around it, but not touching it. You arching your back didn’t help at all, because he ran his tongue in circles around your entrance, while his nose stayed pressed against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to get you to grunt.

“F—fingers,” you grabbed onto his hair and pulled, careful not to cause him pain, but wanting to feel more of him.

Minho chuckled and finally moved away from you, lips glistening with your juices. “Lean back then… On your elbows.”

You did as Minho instructed and used your elbows to support your upper body, forgetting all about shame about having your nemesis’s face in your crotch.

“Legs on the desk,” Minho said next, and you listened to him right away, shame washing over you as you realized you were literally spreading your legs right in front of a man’s face, looking as lascivious as it gets. “Yum.”

You scoffed at the compliment, feeling embarrassed because he addressed the sight, which only made Minho giggle. “What!? It looks great.”

“Fingers,” you decided to instruct him for a change instead of dwelling on his words for too long.

Minho nodded quickly and moved back in, taking two of his fingers in his mouth to wet them and then placing them at your entrance, teasing you with them. He circled your hole a couple of times before easing just the very tips of the two fingers, testing the waters. When he realized you wanted more, Minho pushed the fingers in even further, staring at your face to see whether you were enjoying it.

When his fingers were in all the way, Minho leaned in and started to play with your clit while moving his fingers an inch back and then all the way in. Usually, guys would pull all or almost all the way out and then shove fingers in again, which just felt like you were being fingered by a dry branch. Every time they’d pull out all the way, your hole would get cold and the fingers would dry a bit, so the experience was never as enjoyable as it was when you fingered yourself. But, that was because you knew your own body well and didn't have to perform all sorts of tricks to get yourself to come.

So, when Minho kept his fingers inside all the time and only moved them an inch back before quickly shoving them all the way in, you groaned in pleasure and kicked your head back, realizing this guy could actually get you to come over his fingers.

Chemistry? Unreal. If he managed that, you could already tell you’d drop down to your knees and suck the life out of him.

Minho kept playing with you that way, mouth attached to your clit, fingers lodged inside, moving only slightly, but hard, hard enough to hit that spot that made your toes curl and your mouth say a lot of things you shouldn’t have, including swear words and compliments directed at Minho. Whenever you’d tell him he was doing great, he’d moan against you happily and keep his pace.

“There, there, there,” you couldn’t help saying when his fingers hit that spot so perfectly it caused an avalanche of goosebumps and warmth all over your body, your core achingly releasing around the two slender fingers between your walls. You tugged at his hair, pulling his face even closer in, so Minho sucked on your clit and kept moving his fingers, even though your walls were clenching around him and making it harder for his fingers to move.

Once the contractions stopped and you could see and think clearly again, you quickly pushed Minho away, your clit becoming too sensitive to play so soon, and he obediently moved, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, your juices covering his fingers. “Fuck, that was great… You sound so nice when you moan, who would have thought?”

You scoffed and sat up again, feeling too vulgar practically lying there with legs spread and feet on the table. It took you a while to start breathing normally. “Wow… That was, uh…. Amazing.”

Minho enjoyed the compliment as he sucked his two fingers clean, which made you look away instantly, embarrassed about it as if his head just wasn’t shoved in your crotch. “Don’t.”

“What?” He chuckled. “Don’t want to get it all over you.”

You nodded, and he took the chance to take a step towards you, standing right between your spread legs, and kiss you again, letting you feel yourself on his tongue. When Minho pulled you in closer, you felt just how hard he was against you, and you really wanted to return the favor right away and make him feel as good as he’d just made you feel.

You’d crossed the line already, you might as well cross it fully and in style, so you let your hand wander down to his bulge and squeeze it, which made Minho groan into the kiss loudly before gently biting down on your lower lip. “Fuck,” he said against your lips, making you get goosebumps all over again.

“Me?” You asked, grinning, and Minho eagerly nodded.

“I can?” The way he asked the question made you realize he didn’t expect you’d say yes, which was so funny considering you were still dripping and couldn’t get enough.

When you nodded in response, Minho reached for his wallet from his back pocket and took out a condom, which made you laugh a lot harder than you expected.

“How long’s that been in there?” you asked, hoping he didn’t get it for his 18th birthday or something. Getting pregnant wasn’t on your wishlist, and you weren’t going to risk it for some dick, no matter how turned on you were.

“Six months tops,” Minho explained with a quick nod. “I swear.”

“Okay,” you nodded and looked down, eager to see him get his dick out and put the condom on.

If there was one thing you knew about your preferences, it was that you were an absolute sucker for men touching themselves. If you had to resort to porn to orgasm, it was always male solo videos. There was just something so enticing about seeing naked men touch themselves. If they moaned while doing it, you only needed a couple of strokes to come undone.

Minho handed you the condom, and you held onto it while he undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down his hips, quickly followed by his tight boxer shorts, allowing his erection to spring free. Seeing a dick hard because of you made you chew on your bottom lip and stare at it, completely forgetting that Minho was watching you and your reaction to seeing him naked for the first time.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a chuckle as he took the condom from your hand and ripped the wrapper.

You didn’t move your gaze from Minho’s cock, not even when he expertly rolled the condom over his length and looked at you questioningly. When you noticed he was waiting for you to move or say something, you scoffed and shook your head. “Sorry. Yeah, I, I, I do like what I see.”

“Good,” Minho nodded, using one hand to cup your face and a thumb to rub your cheek gently. “Hope you’ll like the way it feels, too.”

You hummed in agreement and helped him by spreading your legs more so he could come even closer and position himself at your entrance. Minho kept caressing your face as his tip entered you, and you looked at each other for a second before you both looked down to see his dick disappear inside of you, filling you up just right after his fingers.

Minho groaned and grimaced, stopping when he was all the way in just to hiss.

“All good?” You asked, finally looking at his face now that you couldn’t see his dick anymore.

“Yeah, yeah,” Minho breathed out, removing his hand from your face. “Just… So warm. Don’t want to bust a nut right away.”

The thought made you laugh, so he laughed too, and when you looked at each other, you felt some kind of weird warmth all over you. It was Minho, the same Minho who’d annoyed you so much, that you were now letting fuck you, his dick lodged inside you, staring at you with wide eyes and a smile that could make anyone melt. Something was seriously wrong with you.

“Then move slowly,” you suggested and Minho immediately listened, wrapping his arms around you and starting to slowly move in and out, once again not all the way out which you really appreciated.

“Better?” He whispered, leaning in to play with your earlobe. Just hearing him breathe so close to your ear made you get all tense, but his dick instantly fulfilled that need.

“Much,” you whispered back and focused on where your bodies met each other, enjoying the sight of seeing his dick for a second before it disappeared between your walls again. It beat focusing on Minho’s face and the way he was looking at you, that much was certain.

Slowly, but surely, Minho started to thrust harder, his hands keeping you in place, his dick rubbing your walls from the inside, making you see stars all over again. However, he also kept kissing you, kissing your face, your neck, your ears, and it felt so intimate, which wasn’t something you were used to. It’s not that you didn’t like it, far from it, but it was Minho and you were trying to see if there was chemistry there, not fall for him and let him treat you like he’d treat a girlfriend.

“Less kissing, please,” you breathed out after an especially sweet and gentle kiss, which, by the way, was in total contrast to the movement of his hips, and Minho nodded, but you caught the frown.

“Sorry,” he muttered and looked down, starting to build a faster tempo, one that made you moan a lot more, which then made him lean in.

Still, as if he’d just then remembered you asked him not to kiss you, Minho did nothing about it except cup your face and caress your cheek gently. That, in turn, made you get that weird feeling all over again. You were enjoying sex, far from it, it was almost perfect because he was so hard and you hadn’t felt that in so long, but his gentleness was distracting you and taking your mind places it shouldn’t have been going to in the first place.

So, you reached up and placed your hand over his, pulling it away from your face. “Don’t be so sweet and gentle,” you muttered, hoping he’d take the hint and stop treating you so well.

“You really have a complaint about everything related to me, don’t you?” Minho said, but he didn't sound upset. In fact, he sounded amused, as if he didn’t mind you telling him to go easy with the kissing and touching. “Fine, let’s have it your way.”

With that, he pulled out of you gently, careful to hold onto the condom in order not to let it slip. You missed the heat instantly but didn’t want to complain, not after complaining twice. Minho took a good look at you and then he backed away and cocked his head to the side.

“Turn around,” Minho said, moving his finger in circles, which instantly made you push yourself off the table and do what he asked of you. Hearing him use that tone with you was exciting, much more than you expected anything with Minho to be.

“Good?” You asked, unsure of what he had in mind.

He walked up to you from behind, placed a hand on your back, and then gently pushed it down until you had to use your forearms as support, now leaning against the table. Your ass was turned toward Minho, who took the chance to move your skirt up to your waist again and gently ease his dick into you once more, groaning in the process.

When he pulled out of you earlier, you felt the breeze hit you and instantly missed his warmth inside you and around you. So, once he put it back in, you couldn’t help but moan and arch your back, inviting him to enter you even deeper.

“Better?” He asked, placing both hands on your hips and keeping you in place. Finally, he didn’t sound so sweet.

“Much,” you mumbled the words at him, deciding to act like you usually would around him, just to stop feeling all fuzzy when thinking about him. “Don’t have to look at you.”

Minho chuckled and then started to move his hips faster, which made you moan. “I think you love looking at me, which is exactly why you don’t want to do it now. Harder?”

“Yes,” you muttered, thinking about his words. Was that the case?

Then, you stopped thinking for a minute or two as Minho fucked you so hard your hips were hitting the desk over and over again. You were sure you’d wake up with two huge bruises on them, but at that moment, it really didn't hurt. It couldn’t, not when Minho was fucking you so hard and fast while staying fully hard, meaning you were getting all the pleasure you needed without getting the chance to take a deep breath, and you loved it.

“I think I’m so right,” Minho said, pulling out almost all the way just to slam himself into you from behind. “You just don’t want to admit it. Because you’re so proud.”

“I’m not,” you scoffed, but Minho’s hips quickly shut you up. “I can admit if I like someone.”

“So you’re saying you don’t like me?” Minho started to pound into you hard again, and you couldn’t even respond for a couple of seconds—you were too busy enjoying everything his cock was making you feel.

“Don’t… Like… You”, you managed to mumble in between every couple of snaps of his hips, and that seemed to annoy him.

Suddenly, Minho leaned in, pressing his chest against your back and grabbing your neck so he could move your head to the side and make you look at him. “My balls are dripping wet because of you… Who are you lying to?”

“That’s, ah—” you wanted to talk back, but Minho started to smack his hips into your ass from behind, hitting all the right spots. And he was fucking right, you couldn’t remember being this wet before. In fact, you could—it happened whenever you’d get yourself off a couple of times in a row and everything would get wet and messy, but you couldn’t stop even if you felt sensitive. “Me likin—fuck, sec—Jesus! There, there… Sex, not you.”

“You drip this hard for every guy you fuck?” Minho finally slowed down, but his movements were still sharp and rhythmic, not letting you calm down, pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust. “Doubt it.”

“No,” you admitted with a shake of your head, and that seemed to please Minho as he finally let go of your neck. “Just because this is wrong.”

“Wrong?” Minho was smirking when he asked that, you could tell by the way his tone changed. “It’s wrong to fuck me?”

“Yes,” you said, sounding a lot more convinced than earlier. It was, right? You two couldn’t stand each other, but this just proved that your chemistry was unreal, which wasn’t something you were hoping for. If anything, you hoped you’d disappoint each other.

Since Minho had such a big mouth and so much confidence, you felt that he’d be shit in bed, one of those guys who didn’t know how to eat pussy, who’d just give it a couple of licks and think it’s all ready for the main prize, which was their dick that couldn’t stay hard, and they just pumped in and out until they came. Well, he sure proved you wrong.

“Wanna know what’s wrong?” The excitement in Minho’s voice told you you may have fucked up by being that rude.

And soon enough, you realized his plan. He was once again pressed into you from behind, his cock deep inside of you, and now his mouth was hooked onto your shoulder and making its wet and sloppy way up to your neck, which made you arch your back into him even more. “What’s wrong here is you acting so high and mighty all the fucking time…”

With that, he moved his hand down to your crotch and started to play with your clit, which made you clench around him. “Ah, fuck, Minho!”

“Yeah, say my name like that,” he grunted into your skin, sucking onto your neck. “You’re crying for me but you think this is wrong… You can’t even swear yet you asked me to fuck you in the closet of all places. You want me to take you from behind… Not kiss you… Not be nice... You just want someone to rail you. Didn’t I call it?”

“You did,” you admitted, deciding not to comment on everything else he listed because it was all true.

“Good, I like that,” Minho said and started to rub your clit even harder while focusing on the movement of his hips.

“To—too sensitive, ah—, please stop,” you hissed, feeling unable to take the movement of his nimble fingers against you, paired with his dick.

Surprisingly, Minho let go of your clit that instant, but his mouth still stayed glued to your neck, which he licked so well that it made you want to feel his tongue all over.

Instead of wasting time, he sneaked both hands under the front of your shirt and cupped your breasts, squeezing them tight. Then, he started to smack his hips into yours from behind, and all you could do was kick your head back and let him fuck you like that, in a frat house closet, hands all over your body, mouth on you.

“Can you come again?” Minho asked, and you immediately shook your head as a no.

The pressure you were feeling on your bladder was too much, especially considering the temperature in that closet, and you wouldn’t be able to release the muscles and relax.

“Sure?” He asked again, still keeping the same fast pace, hips snapping up and down quickly.

“Sure,” you responded. “Come if you want to.”

“Mhm,” Minho hummed, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and, surprisingly, slowing down. “I want to fuck you more… but I’m really close.”

“Come for me then,” you suggested and Minho wrapped his right arm around you, pulling you into his chest from behind and grabbing onto your breast, while he used the other one to pull on your hair in a way that made you turn the side of your face to him so he could look at you, you guessed.

“You’re so tight around me,” he mumbled and kept moving slowly, bottoming out with every thrust of his hips. “Want to keep going, ngh… All night… Like this…”

You didn't say anything to that. Instead, you kept moaning and enjoying the warmth of his dick inside of you and the tone he was using with you, so soft and mellow, breathy, shaky.

It went on for a couple of more minutes, after which Minho’s breathing got heavier and the movement of his hips faster until he moaned loudly, pressing you into him even harder, and then suddenly stopping his movement as he released into the condom, your walls wrapped around him, wet and warm.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” was all Minho could mutter when he moved his hips a couple of more times and gently pulled out.

While you stood there regaining your breath and trying to calm down, you heard Minho remove the condom, wrap it, and throw it in the trash. You weren’t sure what to say to him at all, so you got your underwear from the jacket pocket and put it on, feeling all wet and slimy and gross. After that, you pulled your skirt down, fixed your bra and shirt, and put your jacket on.

By the time you turned around to face Minho, he was standing there fully dressed, hands in pockets, leaning against the wall with a smile on his face.

You cleared your throat, feeling your heart beat louder and louder with every passing moment of silence. “I, uh, I’m gonna go home. Feel like I need a shower.”

Minho nodded in agreement. “Me too. Can I walk you home?”

“No,” you immediately turned the offer down and regretted it the second you saw his expression. “I’ll get an Uber or something.”

“Want to share?” he offered his company once again, cocking both eyebrows up.

“No,” you turned him down again.

It wasn’t anything personal—you just felt like you had to get out of there as soon as possible so you could think about all of it without Minho being there, looking at you so sweetly with those big eyes of his, without staring at his mouth that could kiss and suck so well, or the hands he knew how to use perfectly. All of it was clouding your judgment, and once it was out of your system, you’d be able to see things clearer.

“Can you unlock the door?” You asked, remembering that he’d locked it earlier, to which Minho instantly sprang up and did as you asked.

When you went to leave, he raised his hand in front of your body, stopping you from passing through. “Just a second.”

“Yeah?” you looked up at him, afraid of whatever he was going to say. You weren’t ready to have any kind of a serious conversation with him right then.

“Are we good?” Minho asked with a sigh while frowning. “You’re…. Acting weird. I’m not sure if I said or did something to ma—”

“Minho, it’s all good,” you patted his chest. “I just have to… Think about everything.”

“The chemistry and all?” he suggested with an eyebrow up, and you knew very well you were both aware of the raging chemistry between you.

“Just all of it,” you explained and nodded. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I feel really weird now. Like you suddenly completely changed your mind and now regret this,” Minho said, and you could hear the fear in his voice.

“I… I don’t know,” you tried to be as honest as possible. “That’s why I’d like to leave and think.”

Minho nodded, and you walked out of that closet and the house in less than a minute, trying to get as far away from him and everything related to him as possible. You couldn’t think straight, not when he was around.

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