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the way kaiko manages to knock the breath out of minki, literally, causes an instant visual reaction from minki. parted lips and a scowl to match, he sucks in a few harsh breaths as he looks up at kaiko. there’s an unfamiliar feeling of weakness that’s consuming him. kaiko feels so strong, and as confident as minki spoke, physical strength was obviously in kai’s favor. heavy breaths mix with forced laughter, his eyes rolling before he even attempt to focus on the other. minki tries to translate just how desperately he wants to push a knife into kai and twist it, leave him bleeding on the ground and suffering through as much pain as possible by his glare. he does a decent job at succeeding, though his eyes are a mixture of pure hatred and a very obvious lingering need to be touched. “so scary. is it really a threat or just an excuse to kiss me?” minki tries so hard not to let his weakness show, but it’s slowly unfolding as he realizes with a quick attempt to break free that kaiko has control. he could do whatever he wanted, now, and minki wouldn’t have a choice but to deal with it. how sick that it pissed him off as much as it made his desperation all the more prevalent.
never had minki met someone who forced him into submission. there had been a couple times he had jokingly played along with the idea of being a good boy for some stranger to get them off, but now minki was listening to kaiko’s every word, following his every moment and feeling an urge to beg him to do something at the very tip of his tongue. minki had always wanted sex, but never had he wanted another person so specifically before. it made every touch all the more exhilarating, and when the hand is dropped, his chest aches as much as he feels relief. it’s a short lived relief as that very hand is shuffling around in his jeans. minki does his very best to bite back the needy whimper building in his throat every time his hands moves a little too close only to shift away again, and his throat is left burning as he swallows down any show of his building desperation. he does let out an embarrassing breath of relief when his hand finally pulls back, eyes foggy and unfocused before realizing what kaiko’s intentions were. “oh my fucking- you’re such a goddamn brat,” he hisses. “why can’t you just get it over with, fuck me or leave me alone?” it’s the first time minki allows his weakness to really shine through, sounding like an impatient child as the rules of getting his phone back are given. it’s so ridiculous, minki could just tell someone, couldn’t he? but would that be as fun? sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he stays quiet up until the very moment that kaiko leaves, and minki starts gasping for air, as if the very presence of him was holding a tight grip around his neck the entire interaction. minki instantly realizes that he’s much too weak not go home and forget about it.
which leads him to room 1107 nearly an hour later. how fucking humiliating, minki falling into the games of someone who apparently had nothing better to do than fuck with his head. minki can’t help but wonder how he managed to find a girl desperate enough to want to marry him in the first place because he was so fucking nauseating to be around. the worst person minki had ever met in his entire miserable existence, and… so goddamn pretty. it wasn’t fair. minki wants to keep up an unbreakable exterior when the hotel room is opened up, but he struggles the second his eyes are on him and his mind fogs, forgetting that he had promised to get his phone and run for the hills. “gimme,” he says simply, holding his hand out and wiggling long fingers in anticipation, though his curiosity can’t help but add, “… or make it worth my time."
kaiko is so fucking dumb. actually, he’s worse than dumb; he’s a FOOL. he doesn’t know what he’s expecting or what he wants, well, scratch that, yes he does. he knows exactly what his body wants, what his mind does, but he just can’t fully comprehend it. he’s never wanted so badly before, always had everything he even laid eyes on handed over to him on a silver platter, and a part of him wants to believe so badly that he wants the other boy simply because he can’t have him. simply because he isn’t suppose to want him. he wrestles with his own thoughts on the entire drive over to the hotel and he continues to do so as he passes by the receptionist desk and finally settles on the edge of the bed. he’s been to this hotel, this very room, many times before (minki has as well) but never has he been here without his fiancé. and it feels so... wrong.
don’t get it twisted, kai has cheated on her many times before and she even knows herself that there’s other women. but that’s just the thing— they’re just women that he doesn’t care about. minki doesn’t fit into either of those categories and it makes kai want to rip his damn hair out. he shouldn’t care about the boy at all, in any way, but he does. when he hears a knock on the door, he startles, and debates just not opening it. but his legs have a mind of their own and his feet carry him across the expansive room to pull the door open before he can even think about it. “make it worth your time?” he repeats, rolling his eyes. he leaves the door wide open and turns to retreat back inside. he had hidden minki’s phone away somewhere safely when he arrived, just so future him would have a reason to drag this out a little longer. “and how exactly should i do that?”
he takes his place back on the edge of the bed, leaning back just barely and resting on the palms of his hands. his legs are spread apart just enough to be inviting because, truth be told, he’s inviting the boy to do whatever he wants. whether he wants to fight him or fuck him, well, that’s still to be seen. kaiko will welcome either. “you gonna shut the door or are you into exhibitionism?” he quirks a brow. kaiko kind of is, but with the position that his father holds he could never take that kind of chance. he would be skinned alive if he was ever caught fucking a boy. he quickly pushes the thoughts away before he chickens out. “instead of making it worth your while, i was thinking you could convince me to give your phone back. i mean, how badly do you want it?” he smiles.















