Homewrecker, Homemaker (Female Reader Ver)
✐ Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, cheating, protected sex, new relationship, fluffy Minho
✐Smut | Lee Know (Minho) x Female Reader
✐Author's Note: As promised (finally), Minho smut. It's very story driven and took me literally forever to write so I apologize for the wait. In a couple of weeks, I'll post a version of this story but with a male reader (:
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Copyright: ©karmaswhiskee - July 2026
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My heart pounds as I reread through the screenshots over and over again. Tears blur my vision enough to force me to wipe them away just to see the screen.
This isn’t how I imagined this Tuesday would play out. There wasn’t really a plan if I’m being honest- I was mostly just expecting everything to be one in the same. Get up, go to work, come home and make dinner for my girlfriend and I, go to bed… this whole thing is completely out of left field. My eyes fall to the message that just bought my whole world crashing down.
I look at the account: t.leeknowsarus, the stranger ruining my life. The screenshots are undeniable– without them, I think I would have just laughed it off honestly. I mean… my girlfriend? My ‘lesbians-against-the-male-speices’ girlfriend? My ‘I can’t believe you’re even remotely attracted to men’ girlfriend? My girlfriend, who barks anytime a man gets too close to me, that girlfriend?
A strangled sob escapes past my lips while almost two years of love turns to sand in my mouth and those tears that I’ve been sucking up threaten to spill over my eyelids. I’m shocked, I think… and angry, but mostly I feel completely and utterly betrayed.
My ringtone startles me enough to keep from spiralling and the name of the caller makes my brain screech to a halt. t.leeknowsarus is calling me on Insta, oh my god. What does he want to say? Will he scream at me for letting my girl steal his man, will he cry? I can’t handle that right now.
I accept the call before I can overthink it.
His voice sounds as defeated as I feel. “Yeah.”
“I’m trying not to,” I try to crack a joke to lighten our moods even a tad. “Mama ain’t raise no bitch.”
He huffs out a small chuckle which is probably the best he can do right now, so I’ll take it.
A groan-like sound then escapes him. “I can’t fucking believe this shit.”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “How long?”
“Four months. They’ve been fucking around behind our backs for four months.”
“If your girlfriend is the one stealing my boyfriend, does that give me permission to hit her?”
I actually laugh despite the situation. “It should, ay?”
“... Can I hit your boyfriend?"
There's awkward silence for a bit before I manage to open my mouth again. “How are we telling them that we know?"
“I'm not sure honestly. I'm not even sure why I called… I guess I just needed to hear the voice of the only other person who understands what this is like.”
“Yeah, my girlfriend who told me she was a lesbian and constantly ridiculed me for being bi cheating on me with a man was not on my bingo card for this year.”
“My twink-ass boyfriend cheating on me with a lesbian was also not on my bingo card.”
I groan, “This is so fucked; I want to scream.”
“Do you want to meet up for coffee to scheme?" he asks with an edge of mischief in his voice.
“Minho, are you asking me on a date?" I tease.
He pauses for a moment before letting out a chuckle. “I almost said ‘no I have a boyfriend’, but he's dead to me now so fuck it, sure, why not?"
“A bisexual woman and a gay guy walk into a coffee shop…" I crack a smile, “sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”
“Hey, I'm homoflexible, alright? Get your terminology correct.”
“Oh sorry Mr. Almost-a-twink-but-not-quite. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.”
The man lets out an actual belly laugh which only makes my smile grow wider and I find myself asking how anyone would cheat on someone with such a beautiful laugh.
“That's the first time I've laughed since I started getting suspicious of Johnathan…” The statement hangs limply in the air for several moments before he continues. “So, I'll uhhh, text you an address to a nice café and we'll plan from there”
“For what it's worth, thank you for telling me. I'm heart broken, but maybe we can become friends after we break up with them.”
“We'll see (Y/N). Have a good cry with a friend you already have first. I'm going to call my buddy and cry on his shoulder”
“Brilliant idea,” my voice breaks as I answer, knowing damn well that I have no one to call.
When the call ends, the silence is deafening. With no distractions to pull me out, I begin to slip back down into myself and I stare at the bathroom stall door. Maybe I shouldn’t have checked my phone at the office, sure, but there’s no way I could have known about this. I never suspected a damn thing and I feel beyond stupid. I believed her when she complained about working late or when she bitched about having to switch gyms because her old one was ‘too inconvenient’ and laughed off every little jab she made at my sexuality for being attracted to men… all of that only for her to cheat on me with a fucking man.
“Fucking fuck!” I whisper scream into my hands, desperate to not shed a single tear and ruin my work makeup.
It’s the new girl’s voice I think… Rebekka?
I take a deep breath and tip my head up to blink back tears.“Ye-yeah. I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” she timidly pushes.
“Yeah,” I sniffle before standing up from the bathroom floor and unlocking the stall door to face her. “I’m good.”
“I heard what happened…” She keeps her eyes mostly on the floor, only occasionally glancing up at me. “I was in the stall when you came in, but I was too worried about bothering you by leaving.”
“I’m really sorry. You don’t deserve what she did.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
“Um… let me know if you need a shoulder to cry on. I totally understand what it’s like to be cheated on.”
“That sucks,” I say awkwardly, my own eyes finding the floor.
“Maybe take the rest of the day off? That’s what I did.”
“I can’t, but thank you.”
“Just… think about it…” she says before slipping out of the bathroom.
There’s literally nothing I want more than to go home to lay in bed and have a good cry, but getting off early isn’t an option because she’ll know that something is wrong if I get home early since she works at home on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I’m going to pretend that everything is fine until Minho and I can plan our revenge.
My phone dings just then and I click the notification to see that it’s Minho texting me the address to the café. Paws Café… cute. Can’t wait.
I wore the prettiest summer dress I own out of the house today because I wanted to waltz past Taylor as I left, but arriving at the café with my tits on tasteful display and my hair and makeup done up is making me second guess my outfit choice. I hope this poor guy doesn’t think I’m creeping on him or something.
I suck it up and walk into the entrance white-knuckling my handbag strap. I’m a few minutes late because I was panicking about what to wear, so I have to pray that this Minho guy isn’t too strict about being punctual. I glance around for a moment before I spot him, only recognizing from his Insta that I totally didn’t stalk.
I cannot fucking believe that this guy got cheated on. He’s hunched over his phone, but even his bad posture doesn’t take away from how he literally looks fresh off the fucking runway. His hair is carefully styled to be partially pushed back with some strands escaping the gel and flopping over his forehead in that kind of sexy messy way and I can tell from here that his jawline could cut me in half.
I shyly walk in front of him and clear my throat to get his attention. “Minho?”
“Hm?” he raises his gaze to answer to his name, but I get the distinct feeling that he’s inspecting my outfit.
“Well you’re dressed up,” is the first thing he says before standing up.
He says that like he's not also dressed to kill, jeez. “I wanted to freak Taylor out by leaving the house like this.”
I shrug. “So do you. I guess we had the same thought?”
“I actually can’t believe that you got cheated on,” I admit before I can stop myself.
“Ditto. Would you mind…?” He twirls his finger around to ask me to spin around for him and honestly, I don’t even think twice before I do it. I mean, shit- look at him. “Damn.”
I giggle nervously while my cheeks burn. “So, should we uh, grab a table?”
He smirks. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice-”
He steps aside to reveal a cozy looking room separated by glass, but the thing that draws my attention is the cat with two of its paws up on the glass while it seems to meow at Minho. “Oh my God, is this a cat café?” I ask excitedly, my voice getting higher with each word.
“I thought it might help with our heartbreaks.”
“What heartbreak?” I joke while cooing at the cats.
“Exactly,” he grins. “Good to know that you like cats. That's a green flag.”
“Oh yeah?” I giggle. "And why are you counting my green flags?”
“We're on a date, aren't we?”
I laugh. "Fair. Any red flags yet?”
“You dating a lesbain who is rude to you about your sexuality.”
“Ouch man," I playfully pout. “Low blow.”
“We can see where the date goes, and I can give you an even lower blow," he jokes.
I go red as I laugh even harder. “Have you actually had sex with a woman before?"
He blushes before answering, “No, but I'm a quick learner and I doubt it's difficult.”
“It's not and I cum easy," I wink.
He gets shy and it's absolutely adorable. “Let's get our drinks and cat treats…"
“Anything you want, pretty boy.”
His face actually gets redder before he whips around and walks to the counter. “Can I please have a large iced americano and- what do you want, (Y/N)?”
“Oh, are you paying for me?” I ask, surprised. “I was just going to order after you.”
“This is my first heterosexual date, let me be old fashioned and pay for you,” he teases.
I shrug. “Hey, you don’t have to twist my arm. Can I please get a large iced latte?”
The person behind the register watches us with amusement flickering in his eyes before nodding and putting the order in. “Will that be all for today?”
Minho shakes his head. “Can we please also get an hour with the cats and the ‘purr-fect’ treat bag?”
I hold back a giggle as I watch him order; him not even needing the menu combined with how the cats crowd near the glass for him shows me that he comes here a lot. The barista even seems to know him.
“I’ve never seen you bring a girl here before,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “How scandalous.”
“Felix!” Minho scolds. “You promised you’d be normal about this.”
“You didn’t mention that she’d be hot!” Felix defends. “Like damn Lee Know, how’d you bag a baddie?”
“You know why we’re here man,” my date groans. “It’s mostly revenge talk.”
“In that case, can I get your number, beautiful?”
Minho rolls his eyes. “In front of me? Really?”
I giggle because Felix is hot and apparently hilarious. “I would, but technically I’m still in a relationship. How about you ask me after I break up with my cheating girlfriend?"
The blonde smirks. “Deal.”
“Can I just pay please?” Minho huffs.
“Sure, that’s normally $56.82, but for the pretty lady the treats are free, making that $34.82 for the hour each with the cats and the drinks.”
“You’ve never given me a discount,” he grumbles as he taps his phone to pay.
“I don’t hit on people in relationships. Not even ones who look like you,” he winks. “Ditch your shitty boyfriend and then we’ll talk.”
“Wow, stealing my man right in front of me?” I tease. “Cheated on twice in four days… am I the problem?”
“Hey, you both cheated on me first!”
“So dramatic," Felix chews his bottom lip to hold back a smirk. “I like that in a person.”
“Just give me the treats,” Minho holds his hand out with an annoyed expression, but his cherry red ears tell a different story.
Felix catches my eye before he spins on his heel to grab something out of the bottom cupboard, and I’m ashamed to admit that both my date and I watch him bend down. When he comes back up with the treats, we’re both pretending that we weren’t looking at his ass, but I get the vibe that he’s well aware of where our eyes were. We then move out of the line to sit in shameful silence as we wait for our drinks before we can go pet the cats.
“143?” Felix calls out after several minutes.
“That’s us!” I jump up from my seat, excited for my caffeine hit.
“Innie will let you guys in with the cats soon,” Felix smiles. “Have fun.”
“Thanks pretty boy,” I smirk as I grab our drinks before walking back to my partner in crime.
“Thank you,” he nods as he takes his drink from me.
“That dude wants to bone you so badly,” I flick my head in Felix’s direction as I lean against the glass in front of his seat. “After we break up with the cheaters, I reckon you should ask him out.”
“Felix?” Minho chuckles. “Nah, he hit on you way before he hit on me.”
“You heard him. You were in a committed relationship, but now…”
“Nah, he’s Barbie and I’m just Ken,” he tries to joke, but it falls flat.
I scrunch my eyebrows up. “You’re just Ken?”
“Oh, it’s this inside joke Johnathan and I have,” he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “He always joked that I’m ‘just Ken’. It was just our thing.”
I cock my head to the side. “What else did he ‘joke’ about?”
“You sound like you’re upset about something.”
“I’m not. I’m just curious.”
“Well I was pretty awkward looking when we first got together, so it has just been this joke that the only reason he stays with me is because I’m funny and a good cook.”
“Minho… that seems pretty mean, doesn’t it?”
“He was just joking (Y/N). He didn’t actually mean it.”
He looks away and shrugs. “At first it hurt, but when I realized he was joking, it became funny.”
“And how often did he make jokes about how you were less than him?”
“When you put it like that it sounds mean,” he tries to wave me off, but I can see the cogs turning in his head.
“Minho, what he was saying to you is mean. You’re supposed to be the love of his life, why would he talk about you like that?”
A cute black-haired boy interrupts us. “Hey Minho and Co. I’ll take you to see the cats now!”
My date’s composure that he was slowly losing seems to come back to him and his back straightens up before he smiles at the boy before standing. “Thanks Innie.”
I squeal. “I’m so excited to meet the babies!”
“I know them all by name,” he holds out his arm to take while we follow ‘Innie’ to the opening of the enclosure.
I take his offered arm, totally not taking the opportunity to feel up his bicep a tad. Fuck he’s toneddd, my weakness. I bite my lip to try to stomp down the blush that wants to rush into my cheeks; while my bisexuality tends to lean more towards women, I do appreciate nice toned arms on a man- especially when they’re as hot as him and currently the only person in the world who knows how it feels to be cheated on in the way that we are currently being cheated on.
“You gonna keep feeling me up like a perv, or are you ready to pet the animals?” Minho jokes once we enter the cat area.
“I dunno, I’m kind of enjoying feeling you up,” I smirk up at him, slightly catching my bottom lip in my teeth. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He tries to subtly gulp, his muscle flexing under my fingers as his body stiffens and his face cycles through expressions while he tries to play it cool. “Sorry, I just figured that you’d feel more at home surrounded by pussies.”
I snort. “Well my girlfriend is cheating on me with someone with a penis, so maybe I should see what all the fuss is about.”
His face goes a deep crimson along with the tips of his ears and I cannot describe how delightful the sight is. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he simply snaps it shut and glues his eyes to the cats happily approaching us.
“Has anyone told you that you’re incredibly easy to fluster?”
“I’m-” he stops to clear his throat, “I’m a top you know.”
“Ohh, sure you are baby,” I continue to tease, unable to resist the temptation.
“I am,” his voice wavers and he looks at me with these big adorable eyes that kind of make me want to have him on his knees in front of me.
I give his bicep one last squeeze before I release him. “Okay pretty boy, let’s talk revenge.”
“How the fuck did you get cheated on?” he suddenly blurts.
“That is a good fucking question,” I chuckle dryly. “I’m still trying to figure out how you got cheated on.”
He’s silent as he leans down to scoop up a beautiful tortoise shell cat who’s desperately flirting at his feet. “Hello beautiful girl,” his voice suddenly drops into a velvety tone while he gives the feline chin scratches. “This is Autumn. She’s one of my favourites.”
I shake my head to focus on the words coming out of his mouth instead of that voice that I felt in my whole body. “She’s absolutely stunning.”
“The only reason she hasn’t been adopted is because she’s mean,” he laughs. “She likes Felix and I and that’s about it.”
“Why haven’t you taken her then?”
“Oh, Johnathan doesn’t like cats. Says they’re too high maintenance.”
“You guys live together?”
“No, he just didn’t want to come over and have to deal with them. I actually have three cats already, but they started living with my parents when we got serious; that’s why I’m such a regular at the cat café.”
“Johnathan just seems… I dunno… like he doesn’t have your best interests at heart,” I say gently. I do know, actually, but I’m being soft because it could be difficult for Minho to come to terms with the fact that cheating or not, he should have left this man ages ago.
“Well no shit,” he huffs out a wounded laugh. “The whole cheating thing made that pretty obvious."
I crack a smile. “Good point, well made.”
“So, how are we going to get them back?”
We both take a seat on the floor while Autumn nestles into Minho’s lap. “Easy. They met at a work conference, right?”
He nods. “That’s what it seems like from their texts.”
“So we pretend that we randomly ran into each other somewhere, got to talking and found out that our partners are in the same company, just different divisions. We’ll go on a double date and watch them panic while we flirt with each other right in front of them. It will drive them crazy. We can make them do stuff together for the next week, and then on the last double date, we’ll pull out all of the stops for a romantic thing, then dramatically reveal that we know.”
“You’re kind of evil,” he says with wide eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips. “I love it.”
I grin. “I was thinking that we can also fake date just to fuck with them. We’ll say that coming together after this betrayal brought us from friends to lovers and we can have our first kiss in front of them. Then for a few months, we can just rub our happiness in their faces.”
Minho continues to nod along like I don’t sound straight up psychopathic. “What about we do like a confession thing right in front of them instead? One of us admits right after we break it off that we caught feelings and then we kiss.”
“You’re a fucking genius, Minho.”
“You can call me ‘Lee Know’ too if you like. I answer to both.”
“‘Lee Know’? Isn’t that what Felix called you earlier?”
“Yeah, it’s my performing name.”
“Oh yeah, you’re a dancer, right?”
“That’s so cool,” I gush. “I’m an accountant.”
He giggles. “Okay, you’re way too cool of a person to have such a boring job.”
I playfully huff, “Hey, don’t dunk on my profession! It uh- pays the bills…”
“We can’t all be talented and flexible like you.”
“Come to the dance studio with me one day and I’ll show you just how flexible,” he smiles innocently while sipping his coffee- I choke on mine.
“I can flirt too you know,” he leans over to softly grab my chin to drag my face closer to his. “You’re also easy to fluster.”
My face is inches from his, so close that I pick up on the hint of vanilla that seems to be coming from his hands and the cinnamon from his hair. I’m dangerously close to becoming intoxicated by those scents alone, but what gets me is the way he holds my face to force me to make eye contact with him- something I am notoriously shy about.
“See? I just look at you and you go quiet~”
A shiver runs down my spine as my body heats up. I’ve never actually slept with a man before, but fuck I’m suddenly more than ready to find out what it’s like. He’s looking at me about as intensely as I feel like I’m looking at him and neither of us look away. Minho still hasn’t let go of my chin and he hasn’t pulled away, but he’s not leaning forward. It takes me several moments to notice that I’m not either.
“We-” my voice waivers. “We’re not like them.”
Slowly, he nods before letting his hand fall away from my face. “We’re not like them,” he agrees.
“But… if there’s something here…” I trail off, all of my bravery melting away.
“There’s not,” Minho says firmly. “We’re both just hurt people searching for comfort in each other.”
“Yeah, right,” I pull away, but there was something nipping at me. “So uh, when do you wanna do this?”
“Why not today?” he suggests just as another cat nuzzles against his knee. “Oh! Hello Scrunchy.”
I give him a weird look. “Scrunchy?”
“Because he won’t stop stealing people’s hair ties. Even if they’re in your hair, he’ll just climb on something to try to yank it out.”
“Okay, that’s adorable,” I wiggle my fingers in front of the cat’s face and coo, which lures him into my empty lap. “Haha. Works everytime.”
Scrunchy chews on my hair tie that’s around my wrist while I beam at Minho. “As I was saying, so we can start the plan today. We tell them that we ran into each other while at this café and bonded over our love of cats. Then we go from there.”
“That’s a great idea. It will immediately make them sus us because we’re both dressed up. Like you look like you just walked off a runway.”
He blushes. “Really? I was feeling a tad underdressed when you came in wearing that.”
“You should have seen her face when I kissed her goodbye,” I chuckle.
“You’re still kissing her? God, I get sick whenever I even look at my boyfriend.”
I shrug. “I’m compartmentalizing. The grief and disgust can come later when I’m done getting my revenge. Right now, I want to maximise the pain for them so they feel even half of what they put us through.”
“Damn, remind me to never get on your bad side,” he looks at me with wide eyes.
“Oh yeah, I can get straight up evil when I have to.”
“I’m glad you’re on my team…” he chuckles. “So, where do we want to drag them first?”
“I’m home!” I yell as I unlock the door.
“In the kitchen!” Taylor yells back. I smirk to myself because she only cooks for me when we fight.
“Where’d you go?” she tries to ask casually, but her tone comes off slightly desperate.
“Oh, I went to the cutest little place! It’s this cat café called ‘Paws Café’ and the cats were all so cuddly that I lost track of time.”
“You went to a cat café dressed like… that?”
I nod. “Oh, and you’ll never believe who I ran into!”
I grab my phone out of my bag and show her the slightly intimate selfie Minho and I took, my hand squishing his cheeks while he grins. “His name is Lee Minho- he’s dating this guy named Johnathan Hernández who works at the same company as you. Small world, huh?”
Taylor suddenly looks ill. “O-oh yeah. Wow, small world. What did you two talk about?”
“Well he actually knew you since Johnathan mentioned you a couple of times, so we thought it would be fun to go on a double date to Flower Lake tomorrow. You know how they do those little markets every Sunday- we thought it’d be fun.”
“Oh, um, I don’t know baby…” she stumbles over her words while she refuses to look me in the eyes. “I’m uh, not feeling well.”
“Aww, come on Taylor,” I pout and grab her arm. “We never go out on dates anymore. Can’t you do this for me please?”
She sighs. “But baby… You know I've just been busy with work…”
“I know babe," I move behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “This is why Minho and I wanna set this up. His boyfriend has been busy too, so we thought it would be nice. Plus, you guys can talk about anything work related which might help in lightening the load.”
I know you mean that you've been busy fucking him and I can't wait to watch you squirm the whole time we're there.
“... Okay sweetheart. Let's do this double date thing.”
“Yay, thank you baby!" I squeal and kiss her cheek. "I'm gonna text Minho and see if he got his man to agree.”
“Good idea babe,” she throws me a half smile while I hold back my own wicked grin.
So far, so good. Taylor and Johnathan are awkward as hell and look like they’d rather disappear while Minho and I have the times of our lives. We sat next to each other on the picnic blanket and few things are more fun than watching those cheating fucks squirm as we pretend to be all over each other.
“Oh my God, you guys have to come with us to the cat café! Minho is so cute with all the cats and they really seem to love him,” I gush while giggling at the dancer.
He blushes and bashfully looks away. “They loved you too (Y/N).”
“Clearly they have amazing taste.”
“Oh, I uh, I don't like cats," Johnathan mumbles.
“OMG really?” I say with exaggerated concern. “That's so unfortunate because your boyfriend is so good with them. I absolutely love cats.”
“It's okay, Johnathan and cats just don't mix,” Minho smiles innocently.
“Aww well that’s okay! We should go together every week then,” I mirror his expression. “It’d be so fun!”
“That’s a good idea! It was getting kinda lonely, always going by myself.”
Johnathan’s eyes flash with jealousy and I barely hold back a satisfied smirk. “But Min, I thought you liked going by yourself?”
"Not really baby, I just miss my cats since I can’t have them at the house.”
Taylor’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “You two live together?”
Minho answers before his boyfriend can. “No, he just doesn’t like cats, so they live with my parents.”
“You’re such a good man making a sacrifice like that,” I frown and purposefully allow an obvious glance at Minho’s lips.
“It’s not really a sacrifice,” the cheater interrupts his boyfriend, “He sees them every time he sees his parents.”
“But not everyday like he used to,” I point out in a sickly sweet tone. “He really loves you.”
Jonathan’s expression flickers to something ugly– he wants to try to control me like he does Minho, but I have been there, done that; never again will I allow someone like him to mess with my mind, so I flash him another cheerful grin and scoot slightly closer to his boyfriend.
“Actually Lee Know, I think I saw a stand selling hand crocheted plushies. Wanna go look with me? We should let these two talk about work stuff.”
“Lee Know?” Jonathan echoes in a questioning tone that both of us ignore.
He stands up and holds his hand out to help me up. “That’s a good idea. I wanna see if we can find a cat plushie that looks like Autumn.”
“Awww, what a gentleman,” I can’t help my blush as I put my hand in his and allow him to pull me to my feet.
We walk off to a stall they can’t see, making sure to stay way too close to each other until we’re out of their sight.
“This is fun,” Minho laughs. “They both look so confused and upset.”
“Imagine their faces when we break up with them!”
“Baby, I didn’t mean it-” Minho mocks his boyfriend’s voice. “You know how much I love you! I just slipped and fell into her pussy almost every day for four straight months! It was an accident, really!”
I giggle. “I can’t believe we got cheated on by bottoms.”
Minho snorts. “Does that mean we get our top cards revoked?”
“You maybe, I’m too much of a top for that to happen,” I brag, puffing out my chest and doing exaggerated strongman poses.
“I’d love to test that,” he smirks, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his side.
“Jesus,” I swear as a blush crawls up my neck. “Okay, I see you.”
“This dress,” he continues, his hand sliding into mine, “your girlfriend doesn’t deserve to see you in or out of it.”
My face burns while I try to figure out where this came from. “I- um…”
I scoff, “Is this revenge for yesterday?”
“You’re such a dick!” I playfully smack him while he laughs.
“‘Too much of a top’ my ass.”
“Don’t make me get the strap out.”
He cheekily rolls his eyes. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Whatever. Will you spin again for me?”
I glare while I comply. I comply because I’m not one to argue with a pretty man. He holds my hand above my head as I spin gracefully and he watches with a satisfied smile pulling at his lips.
I look away sheepishly after I finish spinning. “Thank you.”
This earns him another playful smack which doesn’t do anything to stop his adorable giggles.
“Be a gentleman and buy me a plushie to make up for being mean,” I huff.
Sarcasm drips from his tone as he asks, “Oh, are we following traditional gender roles now?”
“If it means I get something for free, then yes.”
He snorts. “I paid for you yesterday.”
“Nuh uh. I got the treats by paying with my facecard.”
“But I paid for your coffee.”
“What if I say ‘please’?” I ask as I give him my best puppy eyes.
My effort is met with another eye roll. “Fine, but only because I want you to bring it back to the cheaters and gush over it.”
“I can do that!” I say excitedly as I drag him towards the stall.
“You better get something actually cute. I want my money to be well spent.”
“I’m going to find something so absurdly ugly that you cry as you hand your card over.”
“Sweetheart, this isn’t the stone-age. We can tap our phones now to pay.”
My delivery is deadpan as I say, “You’re literally older than me.”
“And still more advanced. Yikes baby.”
“Dickhead,” I mumble while I look at our options, all of which are absolutely adorable.
“Hi, my name is Changbin!” a voice startles me. “Please let me know if I can help you with anything!”
“Oh!” I jump. “Ah, thank you!”
“Do you make these?” Minho asks curiously. “They look professional.”
“Ah, my husband does!” Changbin answers cheerfully. “He’s so artistically talented, right?”
Minho nods. “Does he do commissions?”
“Um, not usually, but let me call him and ask.”
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
“I want to get my three cats crocheted.”
“Aww, that would be so cute!” I squeal.
“I’m going to tell Johnathan that it was your idea to rub more salt in the wound.”
“You know, you’re kind of evil too.”
He shrugs. “Learned from the best.”
I grin up at him, tucking my hand around his arm as I lean into his personal space. “That you did.”
Minho doesn’t even flinch at the contact, instead adjusting his stance to help me lean into his side more comfortably while we wait for the stall owner to come back. My eyes keep running over each toy as I try to find the best one- I want something that’s cute obviously, but also something that can be conflated with Minho himself. After some more minutes of searching, I finally find it.
I reach out to grab a blue rabbit plushie and hold it up to his face to compare. “Can you smile for me please?”
“Why?” He raises a brow before hesitantly doing as I asked, and that’s when I know that the rabbit is perfect.
“Oh my god, you have the cutest little bunny teeth.”
“Your front teeth are like a rabbit’s and the colour of the yarn even matches your hair! It’s so perfect Min!”
“I do not have bunny teeth,” he grumbles.
“Okay, first of all, you totally do. Second of all, it’s cute, so accept it.”
“You two are such a cute couple!” a female voice exclaims from behind us.
We both turn around to see where the voice is coming from and I give a polite smile to the man and woman we find. “Aw, thank you, but we’re not dating.”
The man standing next to the woman glares down at her and scolds her, “Hannah, I told you to mind your business.”
She shoos him off. “Well you two should start.”
“I’m so sorry about her,” the man smiles and holds out his hand in greeting. “My name is Chan, and this nosey little shit is my sister.”
Chan is hot. I can’t help but blush slightly as I extend my hand to shake his. “It’s okay! I’m (Y/N) and this shy rabbit is Minho.”
“I am not-” Minho starts to argue, but Hannah cuts him off.
“Hate to break it to you brotha, but you totally fit that vibe.”
I ignore his suddenly sour mood. “I feel like I’m detecting an accent?”
Chan smiles and reveals two deep dimples. “Yeah, we’re visiting from Australia.”
“Oh, that’s wicked! What brought y’all here?”
“We’re here to see family,” he answers while trying to subtly check me out. “You know, we come here quite often, so I’m surprised that we haven’t bumped into each other before.”
Fuck it. I’m flirting with the hot guy. “Oh, I’d definitely remember you if I’d seen you before,” I bite my bottom lip slightly which makes him blush.
“H-hey, um… if you two aren’t dating, then would I be able to get your number?”
I open my mouth to respond, but Minho interrupts. “She has a girlfriend.”
“You do,” he says with a flat voice. What the hell crawled up his ass and died?
Chan looks absolutely mortified. “Oh- oh I’m so sorry-”
I rush to explain. “A girlfriend who cheated on me! I’m breaking up with her soon.”
For some inexplicable reason, Lee Know argues with me. “But you’re still dating right now.”
“I’m confused…” Hannah says.
“Me too,” her brother agrees.
I sigh. “So my girlfriend and his boyfriend cheated on us with each other and we’re only still with them to get them back. A week from now, we’ll reveal that we knew all along and have only been flirting with each other to make them jealous.”
“Oh, that’s… wow,” Chan stumbles over his words. “... I’m sorry?”
“Uh, sir?” Changbin awkwardly calls out from over the counter. “My husband is willing to take your order. Would you mind giving me your info so we can get the details from you?”
Minho begrudgingly turns to him to talk about the plushies he wants, leaving me with Hannah and Chan.
“Sorry about Minho, he’s usually super sweet, but obviously he’s going through a lot right now.”
Hannah looks between her brother and I before glancing at the grumpy man. “I’ll uh… check on him.”
And then there were two. I take a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot, but if you’re still willing, I’d love to give you my phone number.”
Chan grins boyishly before pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to me. “Of course. Uh, call me when you break up with your girlfriend and maybe we can meet up.”
I type my number in and then text myself. “It’s a date then, Channie.”
“(Y/N), hand me the plushie you want. I still have to pay for it,” Minho calls out.
“Oh yeah!” I wave a quick ‘bye’ to the handsome stranger and then go over to the table to place the rabbit down. “This one please.”
“Ah, nice pick!” Changbin exclaims. “Did you want to pay with cash or card?”
Minho taps his phone on the EFTPOS machine and then hands me the rabbit. “Thanks Changbin. I’ll email Hyunjin the photos of my cats soon.”
“Of course! Have a lovely day!”
The second we’re away from the stall, I grab Minho’s arm to get his attention. “Are you okay?”
“Then why were you so rude to Chan?”
“I dunno… I guess being cheated on is getting to me and I overreacted.”
I frown, my head tipping to the side as I squeeze his arm sympathetically. “I get that… but it will be over in a week and then you can really begin to heal.”
“Did you still want to fake date after we break up with them?”
“Maybe… I wasn’t really planning to meet anyone so soon.”
“So you want to go out with that guy?” he asks with a slight edge in his voice.
“I’m not sure yet Min. He’s cute, right? And then there’s that pretty guy Felix who likes you… would it be worse for us to put off things that might be good for us for the sake of revenge?”
“I dunno,” he says with a quick shrug.
“Whatever, let’s not try to figure that out now. Why don’t we get kimbap from that food truck over there and go back to the cheaters to show them the rabbit?”
“... Can we get tteokbokki instead?”
It is day four of the plan to mess with Taylor and Johnathan and it couldn’t be going any better. Taylor is already getting paranoid about how much time Lee Know and I are spending together and is doing an awful job trying to hide it.
“Can you share your location with me please baby?” She asks while I’m putting on my shoes to go meet the boyfriend of the man she’s cheating on me with at his dance studio.
I feign ignorance. “Why babe? Is something wrong?”
“No… you know I just worry about you.”
“I’m going to see Minho, baby, not a serial killer.”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately…”
“Right?” I giggle. “He’s just so fun to be around and now he’s going to help me get into dancing.”
“Yeah he’s a professional dancer, so I’ve asked him for personal training sessions to help me stop being so sedentary. I’m so excited!”
“Personal training sessions?”
“Yes! Just me, him, and some music. I’ve asked to learn the tango first, so hopefully we’re doing that today.”
“He’s going to teach you the tango?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Once I learn it, I’ll teach you!”
“Isn’t that dance like… kind of sexual though?” Taylor asks while fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.
“Oh totally, but I mean I have to learn somehow. Plus, it’s not like I’m gonna fuck him or something,” I inch closer to her and grab her face. “Why would I when I have you?”
Her face warms in my hands, so I lean in to kiss her. A week ago, I’d have interpreted her red face as her being shy, but now I know it's just embarrassment and guilt; it’s nice to feel her lips hesitantly move against mine knowing that she’s doubting me. I know from my own experience that her heart is clenching from doubt and worry and it brings a genuine smile to my face to know that she’s terrified of losing me to a man– a worry I never thought to even have with her.
She had been acting shady for these past few months, but it never occurred to me that she was cheating on me with a guy; I was worried that perhaps there was another girl or that she was getting bored of me, but sleeping with a man after spending our entire relationship making barbed comments about my sexuality is low, even for her.
I pull away. “Okay sweetheart. I’ve gotta go! Bye!”
“Wait… why don’t you stay in and we can–”
I cut her off by shutting the door and skip to my car. Minho’s studio is somewhat far from the flat Taylor and I share, which only makes the fact that I’m driving all the way down there worse for her. The drive is quiet which gives time for the grief and sadness to try to claw at me, but I can’t let it; not yet. When Minho and I are done with our revenge, then I’ll have time to be upset, but right now I need to be focused. I physically shake myself to get rid of those feelings and turn my music up to a borderline painful volume just to keep my brain occupied. I refused to cry anymore over this cheating bitch.
By the time I arrive at the address Minho sent, I’m circling the parking lot to try to find a spot and I’m actually late walking into the building despite leaving early. I call him while I wander around inside, completely lost.
“Minho! I’m sorry I’m late. I’m here, parking was a nightmare and now I’m lost.”
He laughs before asking, “Where in the building are you?”
“Um…” I look around for a sign or a door number or anything. “On the ground floor…”
“Okay. Can you find your way back to the lobby?”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “Yeah.”
“I’ll pick you up from there, okay?”
The lobby to this office-looking building is quaint, but still professional looking. There’s an abandoned desk to the side that’s all closed off– clearly the receptionist has gone home for the day. I’m looking at the fake plants when Minho finds me.
“Inspecting the foliage?” he asks with a hint of humour in his tone.
I spin around to greet him, unaware of how close he’s standing to me. We’re now face to face and my heart automatically picks up its pace. “Oh! Hello…”
“Hi,” he smirks while standing still.
He’s so close I can smell the sweat and I can see the individual droplets that cling to the ends of his hair. Gross, sweaty men aren’t usually my cup of tea, but fuck he looks good right now.
“Um, how long have you been practicing today?”
“Five hours, which sounds like a lot, but it’s actually a pretty chill day.”
My eyes rake down his body again, lingering a tad too long on the bare muscular thighs that are peeking out from under his gym shorts before I bring my eyes back up to meet his. “Mhm, sure.”
His already flushed face gets a tad redder, but he doesn’t say anything about me checking him out, instead grabbing my hand to lead me to where I was supposed to go. I follow him in silence, shy in a setting where he’s clearly so comfortable; the cat café was similar, but somehow where he works seems like a whole different ballpark.
“Practice is running a little later, so you’ll get to say ‘hi’ to the people in my group. They all seem scary, but they’re super nice, I swear.”
“Oh. Um, okay… do they know what’s going on?”
“Only one of them,” he sighs, “so get ready to act. The ones who don’t know are the ones who I think might report back to Johnathan.”
“You really think they’d snitch on you like that?”
He shrugs. “You can’t be too careful. They’ve only worked with me for about six months, so who knows?”
I frown while wrapping my hands around his bicep. “Well I’m sorry you don’t feel like you can trust the people you work with…”
“I work with other accountants… so no. Gossip is all we have.”
He barks with laughter just as we stop at a door. “Fair point.”
He scans his keycard before gently pressing down on the door handle and pushing the door open. “Hey guys! I’m back.”
“Ooo! Is this her?” A cute boy comes running up to us. “Wahh, she’s so pretty!”
“Uh, hi?” I say politely as I try to shove my shyness. “I’m (Y/N), and you’re-?”
“Ah! I’m Ji-Sung, but everyone calls me ‘Han’!”
Minho clears his throat before saying, “Han knows.”
Han smiles sadly. “I’m so sorry you two are going through this. It must be awful.”
“It’s not my idea of fun, that’s for sure, but hanging out with Min- Lee Know- has been genuinely nice. He’s a great guy.”
“He’s alright,” Han grins at him, “I guess.” Ohhh, Minho has quite a few people who have secret crushes on him. A spark of mild jealousy nips at me, but I quickly stomp it out and try to focus.
“Let’s introduce you to everyone else,” Minho drags me over to the rest of the team. “Remember how we got that plushie the other day?”
“Well, it turns out that Hyunjin has a side gig that he never mentioned~”
The man Minho is pointing out rolls his eyes. “For the last time- you never asked!”
“I had to meet your husband at a market!” Minho feigns hurt. “I thought we were friends.”
“Oh, you’re that Hyunjin!” I smile in greeting. “Well you’re very talented! The plushie Minho bought is so cute. It’s on my desk at work.”
“Changbin mentioned you got the blue rabbit!” he claps a hand onto Lee Know’s shoulder. “And no matter what this whinger says, the rabbit totally fits his vibe.”
“You’re ruining my cool guy image!” the aforementioned rabbit complains.
“You have a ‘cool guy’ image?” I ask. “Where?”
He gasps. “How dare you?”
“Anyway,” Hyunjin steers me away from the whiney rabbit, “That’s Seung-Min. He hasn’t been here long, but that kid can really sing as well as dance-”
“I’m like six months younger than you!” Seungmin huffs.
“-As I was saying, the kid can sing.”
I laugh, much to the slightly younger man’s annoyance and Hyunjin continues to point out the other dancers to me. “Our baby is Jeong-In, but we just call him ‘I.N’. For our girls, we have Lily, who also has an amazing pair of lungs, Ryujin, and Yeji.”
“Is it a requirement for this dance crew to be like model hot?” I half joke. But like actually, everyone in this group is wildly attractive. A bisexual’s dream, if you will.
“No- how do you think Lee Know got in?” Hyunjin jokes before using me as a human shield.
“You’re asking to be airfried you bastard,” he glares and raises a playful fist.
“You won’t do anything while your little girlfriend is here~” Hyunjin jokes.
My face heats up and I tumble over myself as I try to explain. “Oh, we’re not- he’s um-”
“I’m still with Jonathan…” Minho admits, his face as red as mine feels. “We’re not dating.”
“Ugh, why?” Hyunjin whines. “Your boyfriend is such an asshole! And Changbin saw you two all cozy together in line!”
“He told my husband to his face that he’s lucky he got someone while being so short and out of shape,” the other dancer deadpans while anger burns in his eyes. “Changbin literally hits the gym twice a day; I wanted to strangle that little prick.”
One of the girls, Lily I think, jumps in. “He told me that I’m not pretty enough to be in a dance crew with you.”
Another girl nods her head and points to the third girl while saying, “And he told Ryujin that she’s ‘too masculine’ for a girl and that he felt like she ‘only joined to try to steal his boyfriend’ since she joined the most recently.”
Ryujin scrunches up her face, “I’m a lesbian by the way, which he already knew when he said that to me.”
“He accused me of trying to flirt with you too, even after I told him that I’m straight,” I.N rolls his eyes. “He’s a dick.”
Minho looks absolutely horrified. “I- Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I had no idea…”
“We didn’t want to tell you and upset you,” Han admits, “but he’s said nasty things to all of us…”
“Han, he’s targeted you since day one! Don’t downplay it!” Lily frowns. “Now is the time to tell Lee Know what that bastard has been saying.”
Han shakes his head. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter n-”
“He threatened Han and said that if you ever choreographed him next to you again, he’d make his life a living hell,” Hyunjin blurts.
Minho’s mouth falls open. “Is that why you always want to be on the end?”
Han looks at his shoes while he answers, “Yeah…”
“Hannie…” he walks up to the shorter man and wraps his arms around him. “I am so fucking sorry. If I had known…”
“It’s okay,” Han’s face flushes as he hugs his crush back. “I thought he was just insecure and I was trying to respect that.” So Han thought Jonathan knew about his crush and that’s why he was terrified to tell Minho what he was saying.
“No- him threatening you is completely out of line and you won’t have to tolerate it anymore,” he looks at me for permission and after a slight nod from me, continues with, “(Y/N) and I have something to tell all of you…”
So we dive into the story all over again, much to the shock of everyone save for Han.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you kept this tea from me,” Hyunjin gasps.
“Well, now you know,” I grin. “So, I hope y’all approve?”
“Approve? Girl, I wanna be a fly on the wall when you tell them,” Yeji exclaims. “I want to see their faces so badly.”
“I told you that your boyfriend is a dick,” I smile, elbowing Minho.
He sighs. “Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, can we please dance?”
“You got it, boss!” I.N grins.
I sit in the back, just watching while the group gets ready, setting water bottles down, rewrangling hair, and taking their places before Minho turns the music on.
“Okay… and one and two, three and four and-”
Everyone suddenly springs into action, their movements mostly synchronized and utterly hypnotic. I watch in quiet fascination while these people move like their bones aren’t there to inhibit them and they have no other purpose than dancing. I’m completely entranced to the point where it’s quite startling when Minho stops and holds up his hand and clicks the music off using his phone.
“Innie, you really need to work on not missing that step. It throws the whole group off half a beat because you’re in the centre.”
I.N sighs and nods. “I’m sorry, I just don’t really understand how to move my foot fast enough without falling.”
“Okay, so you step like this,” Minho repeats the move he’s referring to flawlessly before doing it again more slowly. “So you drag your foot into your body, but you keep your toes angled straight ahead and your foot slightly above the ground. Since your toes are how you balance, if you have them in, it should be easier.”
“Uh, okay…” he slowly copies the move, but when he tries to speed it up a tad, he stumbles. “I just can’t get it.”
“It’s okay. Try again,” Minho says patiently, like he has all of the time in the world to correct this one tiny issue.
The other man tries over and over for several minutes, each time getting a tad faster. Eventually, Minho nods in approval. “Okay, looking good. Let’s all try again from the top.”
Everyone gets back into their places, ready to begin again, and the music gets clicked back on. The way they all move on que is like someone is flipping a switch- it’s absolutely fascinating. Minho lets the song end this time and turns to the group with a huge smile on his face.
“That was very good, everyone. Go home and rest and let’s get this to perfect tomorrow. I.N, come in thirty minutes early tomorrow and we’ll make sure that you have that set down, okay?”
I politely see everyone off as they depart, everyone leaving with tired smiles until it’s only Minho and I left.
“So, you wanted to learn to dance, right?” Minho asks as he grabs a wet towel to cool himself off.
“Uh, I mean I did, but I didn’t realize you’ve been dancing all day, so I don’t want to put any more pressure on you.”
He chuckles. “I’m okay. What dance did you want to try first?”
I avoid eye contact as I answer, “I told Taylor you were gonna teach me the tango…”
“Oh?” his eyebrows lift in clear surprise before a cocky expression takes over his face. “That’s a bit sexual, no?”
“I uh, I just said it to make her jealous.”
“Did you?” He’s suddenly in front of me, so close- too close- and for some reason, I’m too shy to look up from the ground.
“Do you have any experience with dance?”
I shake my head. “Not really…”
“Let’s do something a bit more simple first before we work up to something complicated for beginners.”
“The waltz. It’s a classic and it’s very easy to learn. It’s literally three steps.”
“Isn’t that kind of a romantic dance?”
He nods. “Yes, but you already said you want to learn the tango, so…”
I blush. “Good point. Okay. How do we start?”
“This isn’t required for the waltz, but we’ll start by stretching. Do something right every time, and then it becomes a habit.”
“Did you just paraphrase ‘The Rookie’?”
“Duh. I love my copaganda shows.”
He laughs and I look up in time to catch him flashing his beautiful smile. “Right? I know it’s just trying to make the police look good, but those shows are my favourite.”
“Okay, let’s begin,” Minho leads me over to the bar that’s along the back of the room and has me grab onto it. “This is a studio that can be for many types of dancers, including ballet, which is why this bar is here. It’s great for people to stretch on as well as practice with.”
“Face the bar and grab it with both hands. We’ll start by stretching out your back since you work in an office.”
I do as he says, getting the idea. “And I assume you want me to bend over while holding on?”
“Yeah. Don’t do it to the point of pain- only go till right before you're uncomfortable and then I’ll help you.”
“Okay…” I bend, the curve in my back very mild as I stand in this weird position.
“Good… Now I want you to relax. Let your shoulders go slack, allow yourself and your body to be calm.”
I follow his instructions, and the weight of my torso drags my body down to stretch out my back and shoulders. It’s actually really nice and my knees bend slightly as I go down.
“Keep your knees straight, but don’t lock them. And push your butt out, towards me.”
I blush again and try to ignore the fact that he’s clearly standing behind me while I’m in such a suggestive position. I just do it, only to hear what sounds like him sucking in a breath.
“Good, good. I’m going to put a tiny amount of pressure on your back, okay?”
Warm hands push slightly on my lower back and then there are two thumbs tracing along the bottom of my spine. Heat creeps up my body and pleasure as tight muscles that I didn’t even realize hurt start to relax.
“You’re so tight,” he says in a completely serious tone. “Try to relax a bit. It’s not good for your body.”
My mind slips right into the gutter at his words and I struggle to find an appropriate response. “Yeah… stress I guess…”
“Well, come visit me here more often and I’ll help you relax.”
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “Th-thanks…”
“Okay, now that your back has loosened up a tad, let’s try touching our toes.”
He waits for me to stand up straight before he bends at the waist and easily touches his toes. I avert my eyes from his ass and instead follow his lead, bending at my waist and reaching for my toes, but fuck does he make it look easy.
“How the hell do you just fold in half like that?” I whine as I barely manage to bend beyond 90 degrees without bending my knees.
“Practice,” he laughs. “We really have to work on your flexibility.”
I can’t help myself anymore. “Oh yeah? And how do you plan to do that?”
“There are exercises we can do.”
I think I can list my favourite one. “Like what?”
He stands back up. “Well there are plenty of stretches I can teach you at home.”
I go to stand back up as well, but a gentle hand on my back clearly asks me not to. “Wha-what?”
“Exercises for you to do at home?”
Embarrassment burns through me. Oh. “Oh.”
“You have a really nice ass by the way. Impressive that you can get it without much exercise,” he remarks innocently.
I abruptly stand up with my face red and my body tingling. “Were you checking me out?”
My mouth opens to respond, but then I realize that I don’t actually know what to say to that.
He notices my shock and shrugs. “You’ve been flirting with me every chance you get, but you’re shocked when I check you out?
“I didn’t expect you to admit it.”
“Maybe in unfamiliar or public places, but this is my private turf. Here, I’m the leader, so I’m comfortable.”
He’s saying he’s in control and damn if that isn’t attractive as fuck for some reason. I will my voice to not shake as I answer, “Fair enough.”
“Okay, so let’s do some floor stretches.”
I sigh, but don’t protest. He just basically told me that this is his domain and I don’t want to ruin that for him while he’s doing something nice for me by taking time out of his day when he’s obviously already tired to teach me some dance.
The stretches simultaneously hurt, but I also feel my muscles and ligaments slowly letting go as we continue. By the time we’re done, I feel like Elastigirl.
“Now that you’re a bit more loose, we’ll do the basic steps of the waltz without the music first and then add the music.”
He shoots me a smile before standing up and standing in the middle of the room. “Okay, so the waltz is one of the easiest dances out there, especially if you’re not leading and dancing with someone who knows what they’re doing. It’s a simple ‘one, two, three’ dance.”
I watch as he stands with his arms positioned as if he’s dancing with a ghost and note how his feet are positioned.
“The main thing I want you to get comfortable with today is following my lead without looking at your feet.”
I frown. “What if I step on you?”
He shrugs. “It’s part of the learning process. Everybody started by stepping on someone’s feet at one point.”
“Seriously (Y/N), trust me. I don’t mind.”
“Come here and I’ll explain the hand placements.”
I get up and walk to him; every step I take makes my heart race and I fear that if I get too close to him, then he’ll be able to hear my heart thudding in my chest. I stand in front of him while trying to steel my nerves as he reaches out to guide my hands.
“Okay, (Y/N). So your hand goes on my shoulder like this…” he moves my left hand to his shoulder and then interlaces his fingers with mine in my other hand while his free hand lands just above my waist. “And that’s it for the first bit. Then, I’m going to do a count for the one, two, three steps and you’ll just follow my lead. Feel free to look down at your feet for the first bit if that makes you feel better.”
I’m a blushing mess with his hand on my hip and his warm fingers slipped in between mine. This is ten times more intimate than I thought it would be or feel and I can barely focus on his words when his hands are on me like this. Guilt hits me as I study Minho’s face- he so clearly doesn’t feel the same and he’s probably just innocently teaching me to dance like I asked while I’m over here having mildly X rated thoughts.
Something akin to a whimper leaves my mouth as I answer, “Yeah.”
“Okay. Just follow along with me. When I say ‘one’, I’ll step like this and you step backwards… then ‘two' will be this… then ‘three’ will be this. Sounds easy?”
My eyes fall to our feet. “I think so.”
“Alright. One-” he brings his left foot forward, so I step back with my right like he said. “Good! Two-”
He steps to his right, throwing me off balance a tad before I hastily follow him. Minho stays steady and keeps me from falling on my face as I trip over myself while trying to avoid stepping on his toes. He’s also nice enough to not laugh at how quickly I’ve blundered.
“Then three-” he brings his feet together, something that I already did when I was recovering from messing up.
He chuckles. “It’s okay. Let’s try again.”
He’s very patient with me as we repeat the same three steps slowly for several minutes. He must have repeated himself fifteen times by the time I manage to actually get it.
“That’s really good. Now let’s try to speed it up.”
“Okay,” I say while my eyes are still glued to our feet.
“Ready? One, two, three- one, two, three- one, two-”
I trip again and we reset and try again.
“One, two, three- one, two, three- one, two, three- one, two, three-”
I watch my own feet like a hawk and manage to not embarrass myself by the time Minho finishes his count.
“Perfect!” he exclaims. I can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Okay, now to the proper speed.”
“You can do it, baby. Ready?”
Him calling me ‘Baby’ completely throws me off, but I try to focus on our feet while he counts. I focus so hard on not misstepping that I know I get tense, but my ego just can’t take another hit at the moment.
When he stops the count this time, it’s not because I messed up. Thank God.
“Good job baby, I’m so proud of you. Now let’s speed up to the normal speed.”
Baby? Hello. “What if I step on you?”
“I already told you, it’s okay. Don’t worry.”
I make the mistake of looking up and get caught in his gaze– he has this intense way of looking at me sometimes that makes all other thoughts in my mind cease to exist. It’s consuming, but comfortable to lock eyes with him and rise to the silent challenge. Without saying a word, he suddenly steps forward, impossibly closer to me and forces me to follow the dance and take a step back. He then follows his foot forward, while I fall back as the dance requires; when he turns slightly, I turn with him, allowing him to guide me without looking down to check our feet. He keeps me trapped in his eyes while we dance, our rhythmic steps the only music in the otherwise quiet room.With our fingers intertwined and our gazes tangled and our breaths mingling, I can’t help but feel as though this moment is intimate in the way that it was intimate at the cat café.
Soon, we’re not moving anymore and his hand is no longer up near my arm on my torso– instead it’s slipping down to sit more comfortably on my hip and he’s using it to pull me into him.
“I’ve taught you wrong,” he breathes, still not breaking eye contact.
“Huh?” I murmur, my mind slowly getting wrapped up in him.
“When you dance the waltz… you’re not supposed to interlace your fingers with your partner. I just wanted to…”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as more of an automatic response, but his grip on my hip tightens.
“Would it be wrong of me to want to kiss you?”
I shake my head, my breathing going shallow the longer he keeps looking at me like that. “Would it be wrong for me to want you to want to kiss me?”
He leans in a tiny bit, some unseen force holding him back. “Does it make us like them?”
I answer honestly. “I don’t know…”
He nods slowly and with a sigh, lets go of me and steps away to break the spell. “We’re not like them…” he parrots me from that day at the café. “Right?”
I shake my head. “We’re flirting and pretending to be intimate to freak them out… we’d- we’d have to be insane to not feel something, right?”
“It’s uh– it’s late. We should call it a day…”
I chew the inside of my cheek as I nod. “Yeah… okay.”
“Would you like to come over for dinner?”
I tip my head to the side, his offer completely contradicting his suggestion that I go home. “Can you cook?”
He snorts. “‘Can I cook?’ Pfft, of course I can. Do you doubt me?”
I can’t help but crack a smile as the awkwardness fades. “Not at all.”
“You should stay over at my place. I have a guest room and we can have wine with dinner… plus, it will really freak Taylor out.”
“That’s a brilliant idea. Do you have red wine?”
“Of course. White wine is not it.”
“A man after my own heart.”
The ease returned to his face and stayed there while we walked to our respective cars, our paces increasing to light sprints when we both felt the mist from a sky ready to let loose. His calm-ness and the quiet ten minute drive to his apartment effectively washed away most of the heavy tension that had nearly trapped us on the studio floor. By the time he unlocked the door to his apartment, the main feeling lingering between us was the playful challenge of his cooking skills. He ushered me inside with a dramatic sweep of his arm, the scent of rain from the streets quickly replaced by the quiet, clean warmth of his home; when his apartment door finally clicked shut behind us, cutting off the noise of the outside world, the sudden privacy made my chest tighten all over again. He heads straight for the kitchen to retrieve the promised bottle of red, leaving me to take a look around the space, fully aware that we have just stepped into dangerously cozy territory.
“What are you in the mood for?” he calls from the kitchen while I cautiously explore the sparsely decorated living room.
“Hmm… I’m thinking a Beef Wellington will do me.”
Minho barks out a laugh. “Sure. What imaginary champagne would you like served with that?”
I playfully flick my hand at him as if I’m dismissing him. “Whatever is most expensive.”
He does an exaggerated sweeping bow before answering with, “Of course, madam. I’ll go tell the chef right away.”
“Now this is good service,” I snicker. “Not like last time where I had to get someone fired for their incompetence.”
He grins. “Wow, even imaginary money makes you evil. Jeez.”
“Well obviously– it’s in the contract when you sign your soul over to the dark side.”
He laughs. “Okay though, seriously: what would you like?”
I shrug as I meander back to the kitchen. “I dunno. What do you already have?”
He looks offended. “You mean leftovers?”
“...Yeah. Whatever is easiest for you. I’m chill.”
He huffs. “I am not serving a guest my leftovers.”
“Oh? So you are gonna make me Beef Wellington?” I quip.
“Maybe one day,” he smiles shyly. “For tonight though… oh! I know just the thing~!”
He immediately jumps into action, grabbing ingredients out of his fridge and pantry like it’s routine.
I throw him a playful eyeroll. “Alright Gordon Ramsey. I look forward to my meal.”
While he’s cooking, we talk about anything and everything except what had almost happened in the studio; me being at his place right now already feels like crossing a line and there’s a comfortable danger in how he continuously refills our wine glasses each time they empty. I’m definitely tipsy by the time he directs me to his small dining table with a plate of steaming food. I wait for him to join me with his own portion and a handful of cutlery, and then bow my head in thanks as he sits.
“This smells amazing, Minho. What is it?”
He blushes faintly before answering, “Marry Me Chicken.”
He rushes to explain. “It- It’s just called that because it’s really good and easy to put together in a short amount of time, so people use it to impress others… usually a girlfriend or boyfriend…”
My face flushes to match his. “Oh… well it, um, it looks wonderful and smells even better. Thank you so much for making this after the long day you’ve had.”
“Oh, it’s totally no problem at all. I love to cook, so I don’t mind.”
On that awkward note, both of us snatch up our knives and forks and slowly dig in, the atmosphere somehow actually more flustered overall than it was in the dance studio. We both eat silently, the room filling with the sound of knives occasionally scraping against the ceramic plates. I don’t know about him, obviously, but while we eat, I’m replaying the whole thing in my head over and over again, wondering if we are as bad as our soon-to-be-exes.
“Would it be wrong of me to want to kiss you?”
“Would it be wrong for me to want you to want to kiss me?”
“Does it make us like them?”
“We’re not like them… Right?”
“We’re flirting and pretending to be intimate to freak them out… we’d- we’d have to be insane to not feel something, right?”
I resist the urge to shake my head to dispel my complicated thoughts so as to not worry Minho and I keep my eyes trained on my plate of food; my plate of Marry Me Chicken. It’s good– the taste is dampened though by the weight of whatever we have going on. Both of us seemingly can’t shake the awkward vibe we both apparently bring to the function and the symphony of cutlery continues until we both finish our meals.
Being his guest, I feel as though I have to be the one to shatter the silence. “That was really delicious Minho… thank you for that.”
He swallows and I’m unsure if it’s food or anxiety he’s getting rid of. “You-you’re welcome, (Y/N). I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I clear my throat. “So uh, did you wanna watch a movie or something?”
“Oh! Yes, sure! I don’t know if you saw them, but I have a stack of DVDs on a shelf there if you wanna go through them.”
My eyebrows jump up. “You still use DVDs? Really?”
“Oh– yeah… I prefer them, but we can watch something on a streaming service if you’d like too… sorry, it was a stupid thing to say-”
“What? Minho, my tone indicated excitement. I also collect DVDs still…”
His eyes light up. “Really?”
“Yeah! I prefer to own my favourite media.”
“Oh my God, me too!” he grins. “Johnathan thinks it’s a waste of space.”
I roll my eyes. “We’ve established that Johnathan sucks. Ignore literally everything he says.”
“You’re right. Fuck him.”
“Or don’t fuck him,” I giggle. “What’s your favourite horror movie in your collection?”
He chews his lip for a moment before answering, “It’s probably ‘Cloverfield’.”
I light up. “I love ‘Cloverfield’! Oh my god, I never see anyone else who likes it.”
“Are you kidding? It’s so good. Wasn’t it popular when it came out?”
“Yeah, but you know how some people are so contrarian. Something is popular, so they hate it.”
“What if I order us dessert and we can watch it?”
“I love the way you think.”
“But I just don't understand why you felt the need to sleep over at a man’s apartment!” Taylor yells. “You could have driven home!”
I snort and flash her an innocent smile, my voice tweaking with worry. "Baby, I don't understand why you're so upset. I'm learning to dance for you… for us.”
“Why'd you stay over with him?"
“I was tired babe and it was raining so hard. We thought it would be safer for me to stay at his place. Why are you concerned?”
I giggle, making it clear that I’m not taking her seriously. “A gay guy baby. You're acting crazy.”
Taylor’s face goes bright red with rage as she yells, “You did a sexual dance with a guy and then went home with him. Of course I'm upset!"
“I just don't understand where this is coming from babe. You've met his boyfriend."
“You two have suddenly been spending so much time together. You think I don’t notice that you're always with him?”
“And?” I knit my brows together and put on the most confused expression I can muster. “I don't know what to tell you. He's gay and he has a boyfriend. Is there a reason you suddenly don't trust me?”
“Partners don't always stop people,” she spits.
I twist my features into a look of confusion mixed with concern and make my voice a bit pathetic as I ask, “Where is this coming from? You know I'd never do that to you. What have I done to make you feel like I'd cheat on you? I love you.”
“You've been with him constantly-”
“It's been a week since we met, Taylor. What, am I not allowed to have friends now? I'm so confused. We only connected because of you and his boyfriend and now he's teaching me to dance so that you and I can dance together.”
“Well I wanna come with you next time,” she says before stomping her foot like a child.
“No. If you're gonna act like this then I don't want you to embarrass me in front of him. He's teaching me for free.”
“I knew it! You're sleeping with him!” She points an accusing finger. “What? Are you sucking his cock as payment?”
“Oh I'm the cheater? You–” the accusation almost falls out of my mouth and I have to physically bite my tongue to keep it in. “You have no right to treat me like this when all we wanted to do was be friends. I’d never cheat on you.”
I sigh, looking away briefly to hide the smirk that keeps trying to pull at my lips. “Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you should know now. “
“Minho and I have been meeting up so much because we realized how stressed y'all are and we were planning a romantic double date at that new place downtown for you both. It was supposed to be a nice surprise, but I guess since you don't trust me…”
“Oh god baby, I'm sorry," she cups my face after breaking out of her frozen shock. “I've been so stressed at work and I'm just taking it out on you. I feel like I barely see you anymore and I guess I’ve been in my head about it.”
“Well that's because you're always working or at the gym. Minho's boyfriend is having a similar time which is why we wanted to do this for you guys…”
I pull out of her grasp and say, “I need a minute to cool down… I'm gonna go for a drive…”
I'm already storming out of the house, my work heels making sharp clicks as I speed walk away.
I slept over at Minho’s in the guest room and went to work from there, having used my emergency work clothes that I keep in my car (I once spilled coffee on myself and didn’t have a change of clothes. Never again), so I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Coming home now looking guilty made Taylor break and I suspect Minho is getting a phone call about now along the same insecure lines. I slam my car door for added effect and peel out of the parking lot. By the time I get to the cat café, it's not quite yet six.
“Can I get a last minute booking?" I ask as I walk in.
“I'm sorry- oh it's you!" Felix grins from behind the counter. “Is the evil plan over yet?”
“Where's Lee Know?” He asks as his eyes search the parking lot through the windows for any sign of him.
“Coming. He should be here soon. I slept over at his place last night to freak our partners out and start a fight, so we’re regrouping here.”
“Jeez. Remind me not to get on his bad side.”
“Don't cheat on him and you should be fine,” I chuckle. “You like him right?”
Felix blushes. “God yeah. The guy looks like a model and is a professional dancer. I'd definitely ride that rollercoaster if I had the chance... My god.”
I nod in agreement. “I'm curious too. I've seen him dance and he oozes pure sex appeal.”
Felix nods in agreement. “Yeah, it's insane. I've been hoping he'd leave that shitty asshole he's with so I could take him out, but alas, Jonathan did a number on his self confidence.”
I can’t help but sneer a tad as I nod. “I've noticed. Can't wait to give that guy a taste of his own medicine.”
“So what's the endgame plan exactly?”
“A romantic double date– the full nine yards. I’m talking about a fancy restaurant, expensive wines, pretty clothes, blah blah blah right? We’ll act completely normal and loving during dinner so that they’ll have no idea when we casually reveal that we know about them during dessert. Then, our grand finale is confessing our feelings for one another, sharing our first kiss in front of them, leaving together, and sticking them with the bill. Then we'll fake date for a little to fuck with them. Only on social media of course.”
“Jesus that's fucked up…” Felix pauses before his lips curl into a huge smile. “I love it! I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you tell them.”
I mirror his smile. “Minho is friends with the manager which is how we got the reservation on such short notice. He's gonna send us the videofeed, so I can send it to you if you want?”
“You're absolutely terrifying. I think I'm in love with you.”
I can’t help but blush at his words. “Thank you Felix.”
The limo arrives perfectly on time, the luxurious vehicle looking a tad out of place in our middle class apartment complex. Taylor excitedly rushes down the stairs while I simply walk, feigning fear about falling in my heels. She all but leaps into the car while I take my time to join everyone. Once we get in the car, we’re greeted by a grinning Minho and an awkward Jonathan, who tries to cast subtle glares at me. There's champagne and roses and it looks like we poured hundreds of dollars into this date– which we did– but also the limo company gave us a few freebees. We informed the company about our situation when we were discussing how long we’d need it for and they were so offended on our behalf that they upgraded our package for free to their ‘A-Lister Treatment’. This means that for no extra cost, the driver will wait for us to leave the restaurant and take us to Minho's place.
As we drive, Minho and I keep the cheaters’ champagne flutes full and act like nothing is wrong. The drunker they get, the more they’ll order and the more sobering the bill will be. I can’t help but flash Minho an evil little smirk which he mirrors.
When we pull up to the restaurant, Minho quickly exits the vehicle and rushes over to my side to open our door before even the driver can. He grins as he does so, gently taking my hand and exaggeratingly bowing as he helps me out. Jonathan, not to be outdone, copies his boyfriend and does the same for Taylor, who can’t help but blush. The driver, awkwardly half way out of the car, mildly shrugs and shoots a smile and a bow before getting back in his car and driving off.
“My lady,” Minho smirks, holding his arm out for me to take.
“Aww, what a gentleman,” I purr.
Jonathan begrudgingly follow’s his boyfriend’s lead and we line up outside behind another group of people who are clogging up the rotating doorway. Minho reassuringly brushes his thumb over the back of my hand as I hold his arm by making tiny circles and I do my best to relax my somewhat rigid posture.
When we finally get in, the hostess is incredibly sweet and swiftly finds our reservation, bringing us to one of the best tables in the entire place. We order the most expensive wine and appetisers on the menu before moving on to even more expensive entrees and encouraging our ‘partners’ to do the same. Being an accountant, I do the mental math as each refill of wine Taylor gets or each new cocktail Jonathan tries adds up along with the food. The cost is going to be astronomical.
Minho’s friend already has our waitress’ tip in case these assholes don't tip when we leave them with the bill and when we get to dessert, the grand finale has finally come.
Minho and I rehearsed this at the café so many times that the lines come easily.
“So, we have another surprise for you both…” Minho says after the waitress walks away with our dessert orders. “We worked hard, so we’re excited for you guys to see.”
“It took so much effort to get this together so fast,” I add with a smile. “I'm eager to finally show y’all the surprise.”
The cheaters look happy and relaxed, having no idea what's coming for them. When the staff bring our desserts, that's when we pounce. The waitress brings Minho and I cheesecake while the cheaters get files slapped down in front of them instead of food.
Jonathan’s voice sounds strained as he asks, “What's this?”
“Open it,” I urge, finally not fighting the boastful smirk I’ve been biting back all day.
Taylor's face has gone pale like she already figured out that's in it but Jonathan, being about as sharp as a marble, shakily opens the folder. The colour drains from his face in an instant to match Taylor’s sickly look and Minho breaks out into a Cheshire grin.
“We know,” he says in a voice that’s so calm and icy that it sends shivers down my spine. “We've known for about two weeks. We only met up to discuss revenge and we've been fucking with you both this entire time.”
Their jaws both drop and Taylor lets out a strangled cry.
“We wanted you to feel the panic and the pain we felt when we found out that you were cheating on us,” I bite out, my tone full of the venom that I’ve been building up all this time. “You, who was constantly biphobic to me. You, who always made jokes at my expense and made me feel like being bisexual was invalid somehow.”
“And you,” Minho’s voice darkens, “who was so controlling and set on crushing me. Who always made me feel like I was lucky to have you.”
“You both deserve each other,” I spit, “but at least we got a true friend out of this. Meeting Minho has been the only silver lining from this whole ordeal for me. You worked so hard to crush such a vibrant spirit and for that, I only wish I could somehow wound you more.”
“(Y/N) has truly been the only person I could lean on during this time. You never deserved such a caring and wonderful person.”
“Wait… I have something to confess to you too honestly…” Minho smiles shyly even though we scripted this. “Over this time we've spent getting to know each other— I feel such a spark with you and uh, I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a date now that we’re single?”
I gasp, blushing involuntarily as I grin. “Minho… I feel the same way! Getting to know you and how amazing you are has been so fun.”
“... I can promise I'll never cheat on you.”
I giggle. “And you can get your cats back from your parents. I’d love to meet them.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Jonathan abruptly stands, shoving his chair back with so much force that it falls.
We ignore him completely. They’re both dead to us now.
“Can I kiss you?” Minho asks, his eyes sparkling like he actually means it.
“(Y/N)- please let me explain!” Taylor yells through sobs.
I don't answer Minho’s question and I completely disregard Taylor, instead surging across the table to finally get to taste his lips on mine. I’ve been thinking about kissing him since the moment we met in person and nothing has ever been more satisfying than quenching that thirst at last. He's incredibly gentle and respectful as he kisses me back for a moment before pulling away, his whole face cherry red. Despite how restrained he was, there’s a hunger lingering in his eyes and I’m sure it’s reflected in mine.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I jump to my feet and hold a hand out to him.
We practically run out of the restaurant hand and hand, the cheaters too shocked to react or follow with anything more than their voices. The limo driver has already pulled up to the front thanks to a text Minho sent when we ordered dessert and we quickly jump in our getaway car, laughing as it speeds off.
“Oh my God the look on their faces!” I cackle while Minho laughs, both of us panting from the adrenaline kick and the short run. I did that shit in heels!
“Fuck it was so good. Even better than I imagined,” he says with a wicked smile on his face that is way more attractive than it should be.
“Lighter and free, honestly,” he grabs my hands before saying, “and so so happy."
I wrap my arms around him. “We fucking did it.”
“Now just a couple months of posts on social media and then we can finally move on.”
His vibe instantly dampens. “Oh… yeah.”
I cock my head as I pull away from him. “What's wrong?”
“What if- what if I don't want it to be fake?” he blurts. “What if I wanna give this a real shot?”
My heart thuds in my chest because I want that too. “You do?”
He kisses me as an answer, none of this rehearsed or scripted this time. I freeze for a half a second before responding and giving into the desire I've had for him from the moment I met him. The kiss is the opposite of our first one and I relish how it feels for him to kiss me so desperately like he's afraid I'll pull away. His lips are criminally soft and his tongue is courageous now, happy to push past my lips and straight into my mouth.
His hands, which were awkwardly on the seats, slowly find their places on my thigh and tucked into my waist while fingers squeeze at my flesh and cause me to shiver. I manage to scoot closer to him and eventually work my way into his lap. I straddle him with some difficulty, his large muscular thighs proving to be a tad more of a challenge than I anticipated and I have to open my legs more to get comfortable. I plant one of my hands behind Minho on the seat to help me steady myself while my other hand slips in between us to rub up and down his torso. He shudders under me, his half hard cock quickly growing harder and pressing directly into my underwear since my legs are spread so far apart. I withhold a needy whine, interested to know what it's going to feel like for him to be inside me.
“I- you know-” he pulls far enough away from my lips to speak. “I've never had sex with a woman before… I don't know what women like.”
I smile and half shrug. “I've never even kissed a man… You're my first too.”
“Wait. Are we like… Hetero virgins?” he chuckles.
“Yhup. But cooler because you know what men like and I know what women like, so together the sex is going to be amazing."
“Don't give me high hopes," he murmurs, leaning back into my lips.
“Get your hopes up. I'm going to be the best fuck of your life, Minho.”
His face heats up under my touch and his hand that was on my waist falls down my body to my ass, which he squeezes roughly.
“Fuck. This ass baby… How the fuck do you have an ass like this when you sit at work all day?"
“Genetics and being awesome?"
“Mmm you’re so perfect," he groans, thrusting up into me as best he can. “Everytime you bend down in front of me, you have no idea how badly I want to smack your ass.”
“You're a perv," I tease while grinding on his thigh. “But you can smack my ass all you like once we get out of this car."
The drive is probably about forty-five minutes total, but it feels like days. I don't know how, but I manage to not tear Minho's clothes off while still in the limo and he manages to leave my dress on. We're a mess as we stumble out of the vehicle, clumsily thanking the driver, tipping him, and then tripping up the stairs as we rush to his flat. We barely make it to the door before my lips are on his again and I cage him against his own front door. He melts into me so much that he actually drops his keys and is shaking with so much need that he struggles to pick them back up. I can't help but laugh at him before snatching the keys up myself and quickly unlocking the door. I unceremoniously push him through the entryway before slamming the door shut and locking it before I'm suddenly the one shoved against the heavy apartment door.
“Fuck,” he moans as his hands latch on to my ass again. “Jump.”
I do as he asks, allowing him to lift me up against the door and hold me there as my legs wrap around his waist and my hips automatically roll to meet his own rocking movements. His lips migrate down my jaw to my throat and I shiver when I feel the gentle scrape of teeth followed by warm saliva. I'm somehow even more turned on by the hickeys he leaves down my neck that make their way to my breast, where he stops only because the dress is in his way.
“Take this off,” he orders huskily, a tone I've never heard from him before.
He gently sets me down, hesitating to take his mouth off my skin until he realizes that we both need to disconnect to take our clothes off.
I rush to slip off my heels and unzip my dress and he fumbles with his new loafers before hurriedly peeling his socks off. Once he's back on his feet, he's unbuttoning his shirt and I get distracted from attempting to grab the zip on the back of my dress by every inch of skin the undone buttons reveal.
“You're staring,” he points out, his ears going red and his chest heaving.
“You're fucking gorgeous," I state plainly, my eyes still unwilling to move away from his exposed collarbone.
“Do you wanna keep staring or do you wanna have sex?”
Both. “I can't reach the zipper,” I pout, which makes him pause his movements and laugh.
“We have got to work on your flexibility jagi,” he teases, spinning me around and slowly dragging the zipper down my back. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can even make it to the bedroom.”
“Then don’t,” I turn back around and lock eyes with him as I sink to my knees. “Tell me what to do.”
His skin grows so hot that I can feel the heat radiating off of him and a full body flush goes through him, making his ears go completely red. “I- You don’t have to.”
“Please?” I bat my eyelashes up at him.
“I’ll tell you when I need instructions,” I smirk as I reach for his dress pants.
He already looks dazed as he nods and watches me, gently reaching down to gather up my hair for me. I lock eyes with him as I unbutton his pants and drag them off his waist and down his hips, allowing the expensive fabric to crumple to the floor. His already red face gets impossibly redder as my fingers trace along the bare skin that forms a well-defined V-line and he can’t help but shyly glance away as I hook my fingers under the waistband and slowly pull down. My heart rate picks up as I drag the underwear down and I kind of feel like I’m seventeen again losing my virginity once more to my then girlfriend. Never have I looked at a man before and wanted him this badly.
I finally yank the boxers all the way down and free his trapped arousal, which honestly resembles one of my straps at home. I feel less shy once I wrap my hand around the base of his throbbing cock, understanding why he was unsure of making it to his room. The tip is swollen and slightly red, precum leaking out of the top the more I handle it. Now, I’m not stupid, so I don’t ask him for help before I wrap my lips around the tip and suck harshly. His hips involuntarily jerk and his eyes snap back to watch me as I spit on his length and use my hand to spread my saliva while I work up the courage to try to take more of him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck (Y/N)~” he whimpers, his gentle hold on my hair tightening. “You’re doing so good, please don’t stop.”
Confidence surges through me at his words and I move my head forward a bit more until he’s hitting the back of my throat and I choke, quickly pulling my head back as tears spring to my eyes.
He smiles down at me and takes a few deep breaths to control himself. “You have to try to relax your larynx and breathe through your nose, but it’s difficult to do. It takes practice, don’t pressure yourself for the first time.”
“Please don’t do anything you don-”
I cut him off by swallowing him again, this time stopping before I choke and I’m able to somewhat keep a good pace while I jerk off whatever I’m incapable of taking. I have to take breaks every several seconds, but despite that, he’s moaning uncontrollably and showering me with praise as he seemingly gets closer and closer to his release. His grip on my hair gets tighter and tighter until he’s pulling at several strands and occasionally using his grip to guide my mouth along his cock, but he tries not to. Seeing how much he’s trying to control himself makes me want to give him the head of his life, and I steel my resolve to power through the struggle to breathe.
“Fuck~ fuck (Y/N), I’m so close! I’m so so close,” he slurs.
I can actually feel his cock twitch in my mouth, so I allow him to hit the back of my throat again and choke while he cums down my throat. When I can’t take anymore, I pull away and look up at him again, only to find him looking down at me with his chest heaving.
“Oh my God,” he wheezes, his eyes glazed over with lust as I lick my lips and wipe the tears off my face. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “It’s really hard to do that without crying.”
He chuckles and releases my hair, allowing me to stand. “It really is. You did amazing though. I haven’t cum that hard in so long.”
“Really? It’s that good?” I ask, surprised.
He nods. “To be fair, it's been a while since I've gotten head."
He shakes his head. “It was always me doing most of the work.”
I sigh and lean in to kiss him. “He's such a jackass.”
“Let's not talk about him…” he mumbles while pulling me closer. “I want to return the favour.”
“Then we definitely need the bed," I laugh before pulling away and slipping off my dress.
“Oh my god,” he bites his lip as he takes in my almost bare body. “Seriously, you’re way too good for Taylor. Let me make you forget she ever existed.”
He's back on me in an instant and I'm fumbling with the buttons on his shirt while he's struggling to take off my bra. He manages to get one of the hooks before giving up and slipping a hand underneath it. I shiver as he kneads the flesh gently before finding my nipple and pinching it.
I gasp against his lips before pulling away and begging, “Bedroom, please.”
He nods, grabbing my hand to lead me to his room. On our way I manage to take off my bra with one hand and it falls down to where our fingers are intertwined. He flings open the door to his room and pulls me inside before yanking me into him to kiss me again. His chest is warm and bare against mine and he fiddles with the last couple of buttons on his dress shirt before pulling it off. Then he spins us around and backs me against the edge of the bed.
“Lie down. It's my turn," he orders with a voice like velvet. It's hot and sexy and delicious and I don't even think once before doing as he asks.
My legs naturally fall open as I lie on my back and I expect for him to climb on top of me, but instead he kneels at the end of the bed and yanks me down to meet him. I yelp in surprise and then gasp when I feel his fingers pressing against my clit through my underwear.
“Here, right?" he questions as I moan softly.
“Y-yes. Right there. Perfect.”
He nods like I gave him test answers before slowly slipping my underwear down my legs and tossing them to the side.
“Fuck, you're so wet,” he says almost reverently. “Am I already doing a good job?”
I bite back a giggle and instead say, “Yes, you're already doing good. Now please~ I can't take it anymore.”
His finger presses into my clit again and he rolls it in slow, rough circles that have me squirming. “That's…fuck– that's good. Then do a similar rolling movement with your tongue–”
“Like this?” he immediately leans down and seals his lips over the sensitive bundle before sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
Any thoughts I have die right then and I'm scrambling to grip the duvet to cope with the pleasure that slams into me. Suddenly no words other than his name and curses exist. “Minho–! Oh fuck fuck, Minho~”
One of my hands flies to his hair and I weave my fingers through it to push him further into my needy cunt while my legs fight to close. Like he can sense that I'm struggling to control myself, his hands come up and clamp onto my inner thighs, forcing them to stay open despite how much I want to squeeze them around his head.
“Minho, fuck, please! Oh my god!”
I think he laughs at my noises which sends vibrations through my body and only makes me squirm more. He adjusts his grip on my thighs and continues to force them further open; it makes me feel so vulnerable and somehow so turned on. I gasp and whine out his name, shuddering when his tongue swipes down my opening to taste my arousal as I cum for him.
“Oh wow! Women taste so much better than men, what the fuck?"
I take a breath and prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. “Look, I'm not gonna lie… We do.”
He feigns hurt as he says, “Wow are you saying that you didn't like the taste of my cum?”
“No. I'm saying that I taste better and you're welcome for being delicious.”
He smirks before getting to his feet and climbing on top of me. “Fine. Let me properly thank the chef.”
His lips meet mine and and we awkwardly scoot back up the bed while he presses his naked body into mine. My legs automatically wrap around his hips and when his tip catches my entrance,we both gasp.
He nods and reaches over to his draw to grab one, ripping it open with his teeth and then sitting back on his knees to roll it on.
“Can I ride you?” I ask suddenly.
His eyes are wide as he nods. I move out of the way and we trade places, him on his back and me straddling him, slightly grinding my glistening cunt against his needy cock.
“Fuck please just let me fuck you,” he whines while he grabs my ass and gives it a light smack.
“Hmm I dunno… I’m really enjoying seeing this desperate side of you,” I smirk.”
He doesn’t verbally respond, instead giving my ass a slightly firmer smack.
I can’t help but blush a bit as my pussy clenches around nothing and I silently bend to his will, grabbing his cock and blindly pressing the tip of it into my opening. I relish the feeling of him slowly invading my insides and I leisurely sink down on his needy cock to savour the feeling.
He’s a good size– enough to feel incredibly full, but not thick or long enough to cause any pain while taking him to the hilt. I straighten out my back a tab before lifting myself back up a few inches and going back down.
“Fuck~” he grunts out, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks harder to cope as I figure out a pace we’ll both like.
I soon get into a groove and then remember seeing a tip online about riding, so I test it out. I roll my hips mildly, only for him to let out a broken moan at my actions. “Do you like it, Minho?” I ask in more of a teasing tone than anything.
“Oh yes, fuck yes,” he whines, encouraging me to continue my movements. “Yes please, just like that.”
I have to support myself by leaning over a little to press on the sides of his abdomen, but he doesn’t seem to care with the way his hips try to rock to match my movements. I can feel my own need building up, but without pressure on my clit, I can’t cum like this. I don’t entirely mind– if push comes to shove, I’ll just sit on his face.
Just as my thighs are really starting to burn, Minho uses his hold on my ass to slow my bouncing. “Wait, please! I’m gonna cum soon if you don’t stop.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“You can’t just cum from penetration right?”
“Let’s switch positions. I want to know what it feels like when you to cum on my cock.”
“I can cum like this if you–”
“Please let me show off a little?” he asks, his eyes wet and pupils blown and his bottom lip tucked slightly under his bunny teeth. “I don’t want you to do all the work…”
“Fuck, you’re so cute. How can I say no?”
He blushes, biting his lip harder as I slowly and carefully let him slip out of me and retorts, “Can’t see you calling me cute in a few seconds.”
“Sweetheart~” he smirks as I lie down and he pushes my sticky thighs apart. “I have a level of body control that you can’t even fathom.”
He grabs my hip with his left hand and my thigh with his right, pulling me up his muscular thighs and then lines himself with my needy cunt. There’s no warning from him as he thrusts inside me abruptly, holding me in place with his left hand as the fingers on his right hand locate my sensitive clit and abuse it. I gasp and moan, loving the rough pace. His cock feels heavenly as it drags against my walls with the added stimulation of my clit and his ability to roll his hips so smoothly has him hitting a sensitive part of me I never was able to target myself.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” I whine, one of my hands white-knuckling a pillow behind me while the other grabs one of my breasts to cope.
I’m involuntarily clenching around him as he ruins me like this and my moans slowly get louder the closer I get. He’s right, all I can think about him now is how badly I don’t want him to stop. I'm trying to form words to beg him to keep going, but he's fragmenting my thoughts and all I can do is let out random noises and high pitched moans. My back starts arching off the mattress as the coil in my stomach tightens right before finally snapping. The neighbors probably will grow to hate me as I borderline scream his name while he fucks me through my orgasm. He doesn't let me have a second, still pounding into me without mercy and overstimulating my clit while he chases his own high.
“Fuck you take dick so well baby, fuck! Just a little longer~ be good for me and take it please baby,” he rambles as he gets closer. “Fuck how do you feel so good?”
The vein in his neck pops out and he lets out a strangled moan, his thrusts get harsher as he cums, his grip on my flesh growing bruisingly stronger as he rides it out. We're soon both greedily taking in air as we come down and I take the time to look at him properly.
A thin sheen of sweat makes his skin all beautiful and glowy and I watch his abs seem to twitch, flexing and relaxing as his movements still. There's a scar on his stomach that honestly somehow makes him hotter. It stretches diagonally across his skin, barely skimming below his belly button. I'm unsure of why I like it, but I get the urge to trace it with my tongue.
“Are you okay?” he questions while gently pulling out of me.
“Yes. Are you?" I ask when I notice him cupping the space under the condom.
“I uh…" his face flushes and he has to look away. “I came so much the condom is slipping off and leaking.”
I snort in disbelief. “That’s a thing?”
He nods sheepishly and carefully gets off of me and the bed, not wanting to soil his comforter more than necessary. I suppress the giggle that bubbles up in me. He came twice and the second time he’s still overflowing the condom? I suppose that’s what good pussy does to you.
He shuffles over to the bathroom and cleans himself off while I take some more time to slow down my heartrate. I honestly don’t know how this is going to unfold for us– if we’ll develop these feelings we have or decide we’re better off as friends, but the fear of the unknown doesn’t eat at me like it so often does.
I’m content, I realize, just being with him in the present and I’m excited to see where this goes.
