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I could no longer handle his touch, so I moaned a little. As soon as he heard that, Mingi rose up and checked me by the face. He even squeezed my cheeks and whispered, “Are you awake now?”

My reflexes got his wrist warded. Rather than pissed, he linked his legs around my thighs while he placed his jaw on my shoulder. “Baby,” he called with an overly-cute tone. “I got the orange, by the way. I’ve put in on the table over there,” he added as he pointed towards the dining table. I nodded then pretend to yawn. “Sorry it took too long. You fell asleep because you were waiting for the orange, don’t you?” Mingi asked while I tried to free myself from his embrace. Even if he was not trying to fight me, his strength was something I could never overpower. So I ended up trapped between his giant body.

“Thank you,” I finally spoke. Mingi giggled just like every time I thanked him for something he did. I could sense his pride whenever he succeed his little mission to satisfy my needs which never failed to bring joy in me as well. Later on, he pecked my temple and got up. Suddenly I was freed just like that, but then I held him by the wrist. He stopped walking, kneeled beside me, and asked, “Yeah, what? I’m going to bring you the orange.”

“Actually, there’s another orange that I want,” I murmured while he raised his eyebrows. “I was trying to tell you, but you’re already rushing to the market, so I—“ Before I could finished my words, he placed his face right in front of mine. He totally shut me off even when my mouth were free to talk.

"What do you mean?" he lowered his voice and tried to be as creepy as possible. Yet I bursted out laughing because of that. So he tickled my belly while yelled, "Two stops, Baby. I also had to walk far far far away and now you're telling me that's not the orangd you want? You could've call me. I brought my phone with me all the time." He showed me his phone he just took from his pocket and pouted. Meanwhile my laugh became louder and louder. I held his jaw then pecked his lips. However, his face slowly turned meaner as if he was seriously mad. So I stroked his hair and said, "You do realize that when you look at yourself in front of the mirror, your hair color is orange, right?"

His expression transformed immediately. At first, he rolled his eyes up, thinking. Then he stared at me followed with a grin as he threw a fist over my shoulder. "So I'm the orange you looking for, huh?" he asked with such silly tone and I nodded while letting the tip of my tongue out in a flash second.

"You're testing me again," he protested, followed with a deep sigh. Meanwhile I pulled him by the nape just so I could bite his ear. He obviously whined and yelled, "Baby, I'm not a real orange you can just bite that hard!"

"Funny how you can handle kicks and punches, but failed to handle my bite," I mocked. Mingi locked my waist through his knees he placed on each sides, then pressed my shoulders and pouted. "You have no idea how sharp your teeth are," he murmured. I immediately bit my own wrist until it left clear red mark and textures. Mingi's jaw dropped when he realized I was quiet the whole time. "See? It's nothing. You just have a very weird— umm ... weird range of pain tolerance ...?" I ended my sentence in doubt.

He already locked his eyes on my wrist which started bleeding and he slowly lifted it up. "Oh, now I know precisely why you're always mad whenever you see me wounded," he whispered before he sucked my skin where it bleeds. He kept squeezing to see if the blood still flowed then sucked it again until I no longer bleed. It took him a while yet I just watched him in silence.

At that moment, he could do anything terrible such as yelling at me for being an idiot, or slapped me for being ridiculous, and I might actually let him. Instead he was so gentle, unlike how I usually treated his wound with triple rage as if he was not hurt enough. How could he understood my past-doings, yet decided to handle things differently? How could he dismiss any opportunity to be violence? Even I never thought of handling misery in such calming way.

"You look worried," I whispered as I caressed his temple. His eyes turned on mine as he took a deep breath and released a moment after. "How can I not? Our skin was made to cover our body, not to protect us like a shield. Even the slightest pain is— still ... painful as fuck," he replied, surprisingly his serious tone got me paying attention. For the first time, I was the one who was being lectured and I was not complaining at all. In fact, I wanted to hear more.

"Mingi," I called and he hummed. "I'm sorry to ruin the mood, but ...," I paused as he stared deep into my eyes. He waited patiently with a smile painted on his face. "Fuck me," I demanded.

His sparkling eyes gradually faded as it transformed into something thrilling. He tilted his face, bit his lips, then hissed as he took a deep breath.

Later Mingi kissed my lips just so I could have a taste of his fake wound which was a lip cream product. "See? I didn't hurt myself. I just— this was a— alright ... so I was asked randomly by ... I don't know who, to be honest. I guess they were filmmaker community of our campus. They need extras, so they begged me an half hour of my time to help them and I'm actually interested, that's how I got this wound. It was painted here because the script need me to have a wound," he explained with such bright expression. His wound were smeared due to our kiss, so I wiped it through my thumb.

"So somebody got to touch your face and applied lip cream product right beside your lips?" I muttered. Mingi gulped the moment he realized, he thought I was mad when in fact I was just wondering. "Baby, I got to confess that something happened back then," he stated with such serious expression at that time. I grinned then raised my eyebrow.

"The girl who did my make up actually kissed me when it was just the two of us in the make up room—" When he just started telling story, I answered, "That's fine. Not a big deal."

"She didn't ask for my permission, yet I didn't pull her away when she did that. I— uh ... actually ... replied her kiss so it happened for a while," he continued as his eyes locked to his feet. Slowly I turned his face on me, so his eyes parallel with mine. Then I replied, "Like I said, it's not a big deal for me. Good for you that you can actually do that stuff with someone else—"

"She unbuttoned her shirt and asked me to ... do ... that ... and I did as she asked. I'm pretty sure I left too many marks on her breast," he continued and continuously gulping as if he was confessing his guilt.

"I bet she's pretty," I giggled since nothing made me raging at the moment. His story got me excited actually. I had no idea why he looked so sorrow at that time. "No," he immediately replied. "She's just so good at seducing me. After that, I was about to pull her away— I told her I want it to stop. I told her that nothing good would come out of us, but she didn't accept any rejection. So she pushed me to a chair, then sat on me ... and it happened, Baby, I'm ruined. Gosh, I'm so sorry," he added as he kneeled before me, sobbing. Meanwhile, I froze with a wide smile painted upon my face. I was about to explode in happiness as he finally had sex with another girl, yet Mingi said, "I swear to God it won't happen ever again."

"Why?!" I shouted. I hate the fact that I was the only person who enjoyed his fling. Mingi embraced one of my feet, pecked my thigh a couple times as his fingers went to what was hidden under the fabric, the crown. I had to leaned my elbow and forehead to the wall the moment he slipped his fingers in mine. "Mingi," I called in whisper. He did not respond. Instead, he took my panties down, put one of my leg on his shoulder, and treasured my crown through his tongue. I had no choice but to moan since my body was in love with his doing.

However, he stopped mid way. He uttered, "Whether you like it or not, I've dedicated my body just for my savior— for you. So nobody else should even able to touch me or get touched by me." He always had his way to make me felt cringe. I laughed awkwardly for a moment before I replied, "Ugh, you shouldn't be harsh to yourself. Be free, Mingi. Someone like you would've had so much opportunity to catch girls ... whoever you want—"

"Sorry to break it out to you, Baby. But I only want you," he stated right before he slipped his fingers back inside. I grunted as my breath lost its rhythm. I tried to put myself back in pieces then murmured, "Should I make love with another guy? So you would understand what we truly are 'cause it seems like you misunderstood us this whole year."

Mingi immediately looked up as he pulled his fingers out. I could see the way he glared at me. He was mad but he knew he had no right. He licked his fingers before he stroked my hair. It was gentle at first, but then he grabbed my hair and pulled it so I had no choice but to look up.

"I'm pretty sure that make up artist would find a way to approach you again," I grinned as I spoke. Mingi hated what I just said so he pressed my neck with the tip of his fingers then he bit my skin until I whined. While he was torturing me, he pinned me to the wall and pressed his chest on mine until no air was left to breath in.

"I know I have no right to tell you what to do. Go ahead and make love with as many guys as you like. But at least when you're in my place, don't bring up such shits right to my ears," he stated as he unzipped his pants. I was locked, both of his knees was pressing my thighs.

"Your place, your rules now, huh?" I cackled as I placed my arms on his shoulders. He said none but grinned. "Guess I should be careful from now on," I added.

"Oh, don't be. I love it when you're trying too hard to be wild," he mocked. For a while, his rare charm popped out and got me paralyzed in instant. His smile was evil but somehow I just knew I always got him under my control.

He slid in me without any hesitation. The friction got my eyes squinted and my mouth opened. As he started thrusting, his fingers pressed my jaw and kept my mouth opened wide. He knew precisely I would became noisy and drooled like an idiot if he did so.

So he heard me moaning, grunting, whining, hissing, and calling his name while he filled my body with his presence. While doing that, he whispered, "Your mouth could shout whatever the fuck you want, but eyes don't lie, Baby ... and all this time, she told me the truth."

I had no idea what he meant by that, all I was thinking was how painful my back whenever it hit the wall and how harsh his push-and-pull was. He supported me by the butt so my legs could linked over his waist like a belly bracelet.

"You tried to act cool, not affected, but … your head is actually so full of me. I was doubting myself before, but now I'm sure it's jealousy," he spoke while I moaned louder than his voice. As soon as his hand was away from my jaw, I replied, "What's that supposed to mean? Me? Being jealous over you and your love life? Hell no, Mingi."

"First of all, I lied about having a sex with a make up artist. Nothing miserable was happening, no one was drunk and everyone was so passionate and so into their work as filmmaker. I— I just had this glimpse of you … questioning why the fuck there has to be a lip cream on my lips … so I improvised— and it worked. You were so into my act, even when the kneeling part," he stated right before he lifted me up and brought me away from the wall. My eyes suddenly wide opened. I had no clue that Mingi was capable of lying unnoticed. "All these time you're bluffing about ... being okay without me … oh girl, let me slap you with the truth— no, you’re … actually … not okay," he gradually lowered his voice and slowed down his thrusting pace. Meanwhile I had this sudden urge to scream and I really let it out, right in front of his face.

"Got you," he whispered as he stroked my hair which was covering my face. "I finally got to understand you ... fully," he added. My lungs aggressively sought for air while my nails were scratching his back. I was totally raged. The more I let my emotion out, the more it confirmed his assumption. I knew that, but I could not stop. He stripped my soul naked as if having my flesh over his skin was not enough. Eventually, I am exactly who he just told me.

"By the way, I didn't lie about film extras, it's really happening," he continued, followed with giggles. "The one who applied the lip cream was a guy," he uttered. Meanwhile I started thrusting. I had no idea how to respond those information so I decided to move the way I wanted. I was definitely caught off guard and I needed to run away, yet my situation did not support such idea.

Mingi sat on the couch, grabbed me by the butt, then spanked me over and over again. Because of that, I fastened the pace automatically. He opened his arms wide as if he gave a surrender sign while I leaned my breast closer to his face. I even unbuttoned my shirt and intentionally pressed my chest on his face. When he started exploring my breast, I moaned and fastened my thrust. I lost myself completely and that was my first. I had a demon released in me as if he just switched me on. My blood pumped so quick while I suffocated. Strangely, I felt good. It felt too good that I started shouting, “Yes!”

However, he had to pull my arms back since I did not give him a chance to breath. When he was catching his breath, I grabbed his hair. It only took a sharp look from his eyes and I was not myself anymore. Something wet was coming out and we both were sure it came from me. He cackled the moment I grunted. When I paused just to take a quick glance of my own body, he took his chance to take over. He rolled our position and continued thrusting in a pace I could not keep up. I was just about to gather myself but I lost it all over again. My eyes went white while my mouth opened and continuously moaning. Seriously, nothing good came out of my face, but that was how satisfaction looked like if it was visualized.

He knew for sure it was not everyday thing to get me as insane as that. In fact, that was his first time and he knew exactly the formula. He literally read through me and I’m horrified with the fact that he would do it over and over again from then. That thought got me back to reality. I grabbed him by his shoulders and asked him to stop. He, as usual, obeyed my command. He stared straight to my pupils and waited for me to say something.

“I had enough,” I stated. Too bad, Mingi started thrusting instead. I had to cover my mouth just so I would not moan and ruined my own statement. He knew I had dilemma so he removed my palm and replaced it with his lips. Therefore, I would be silenced and able to enjoy his play wholeheartedly. At that exact moment, I just knew I had became an open book. Over a year he tried to read me, chapters by chapters, guessing the answer of every riddle written in me. He finally figured me out. Through a silly experiment and a little lie, he finally got me just as I got him since day one. I thought I would hate the day when he caught me off guard. Turned out I liked it a lot that I might actually let myself fell for him.

Mingi gradually stop thrusting my crotch and started thrusting my face instead. Our hands were placed on the back of each other’s head, caressed each other’s hair gently. After a while, we distanced our face. He sat beside me then snuggled his head on my neck.

"Do you know what you reminds me of, Baby?" he asked and I shook my head. "A lie I told you before," he answered his own question while I squinted my eyes in confusion. "Isn't this how that make up artist did her thing? Did you— unconciously followed my script? Why? Are you simply curious— what if I had an intimate moment without you— and you’re desperately wanna know? Are you obsessed to be a part of me?" he said, followed with a smirk. I was about to get up and leave him when he embraced me.

“Just get obsessed with me, I’m used to it anyway,” he chuckled then let his hands off me. I stood up right away, searched for my panties and wore it the moment I found it. Later I replied, “I can’t. I’m just—“

“Not ready,” he finished my word and I nodded. Rather than being pissed, he smiled and said, “Noted that, Sir.”

I walked back towards his direction to zip his pants, pecked his cheeks, then whispered, “But fuck yeah, I had a great time before.” Mingi immediately giggled and replied, “I can totally see that.”

“Maybe I’ve spent all of my glorious time with you without I even realized,” I continued. There were silence, a moment of appreciation for what just happened, the tension we had was outstanding and deserved to be carved in our memories. “Thank you,” I uttered. He leaned closer just so he could let his lips treasured mine.

“You certainly have a taste,” I commented while Mingi giggled. He then uttered, "I know right. I've been memorizing your curves and tailored a customized dress—"

"Wait, this is not a dress you purchase from an online shop?" I cut his words and turned around immediately. He shook his head then replied, "You see, my mom was working for a fashion magazine in the past. A good friend of her is a fashion designer and she's been looking after me once in a while. She's already like a mom to me whenever I really needed to, especially when I was still in Korea. So, I contacted her few months ago, asking if she could work on a dress— this dress."

"Holyshit, Mingi," I shouted in disbelief. My jaw dropped as Mingi started cackling. "I've made so many mistakes in life. But when it comes to fashion, I can guarantee you—"

Before he could even finished his bragging, I shut him up with a kiss. Later I whispered, "I never doubt you on that."

Mingi panned his eyes on my face for a while then lifted me up and brought me to the sofa. He sat me down then kneeled down just to lick my throne. His tongue got me shivered, so I moaned automatically.

Everything happened so right until his phone rang. Mingi immediately stood up and picked up the call without even wiping his lips first. Meanwhile I tried to catch my breath as my eyes locked on his wide shoulders covered in plain black shirt.

"The pizza's at the lobby. I'll go down and pick it up," he stated as he took steps towards the front door. "Wait!" I shouted. Mingi walked back and raised both of his shoulders and eyebrows up. "Your lips, Baby," I whispered as I circled my own lips to visualize how wet and sticky his lips looked from afar. He immediately wiped it with the back of his palm, said thank you, then rushed down to the lobby.

In less than five minutes, he already came back. His steps became tiny run until he reached the table. As soon as the pizza box was placed safely on the table, he aggresively snuggled back to me, attacked my neck with dozen pecks and we both giggled all along.

However, his long feet unconciously kicked the pizza box and it fell upside down. "Shit," he whispered. We both immediately grabbed the box which luckily was still fully covered.

We decided to open the box and ate the pizza. The cheese was melted perfectly that when he took a bit, it wouldn't cut off easily. So I sucked the cheese and licked my lips afterward. "Smart," he praised in whisper while I rolled my eyes in arrogance.

"What do you think of me?" he suddenly asked after silence filled the room for some time. "What's in you I need to think about?" I replied with another question. Mingi immediately raised his eyebrows. He looked mad as if it was not the answer he expected. Yet he calmly added, "Well, we've been together for a year whether you like or not—"

"Uh ... no. I never really thought of you ... not like that," I abruptly answered, made him squinted his eyes and showed sign of disappointment. "Not even a minute? Nothing?" he repeated and I still said no.

He put his pizza back on the box then turned around, left me facing his back. "You can't get mad. We're barely anything to start with," I murmured.

"Oh, bullshit. I even started university because of you! Tho it was two years late," he replied then it was silence for quite some time.

"So it's me again, huh? I'm not supposed to feel something when you're literally included in every, like— like if baby's first steps are worth a history, you're definitely a part of my every steps. I— oh my ... I never feel so much liberated from my past before I met you and now ... I can't even give you that credit? Why? Because you never want any of it?" Mingi raised his voice towards the end. I could heard him sobbing. Strangely, I felt like it was none of my responsibility that he was in tears.

"If it wasn't you, I'd end up dead ... somewhere. Nobody ever wanted me alive except my mom. Since she passed away sick, I know I should've gone with her as well. But, I'm not gone. I'm still here ... questioning every single day passed without her. All I had was bitterness. None was willing to listen to what I had in mind, moreover to bring me along to somewhere spectacular— or maybe ... somewhere ordinary, just the idea of spending their time with me would make it special, but no. Nobody ever treated me that way. Until you. So how long you'll keep avoiding this?" he uttered.

"You always make this about me when it's always about you and your damn fucked up life," I cackled. Mingi turned around and immediately shouted, "If it was just for sex, you wouldn't try so hard to keep me alive!"

That was not his first time screaming words to my face, but it was definitely his first time doing it with all stirred up emotion. His eyes were red and his cheeks were already wet of tears. As if he knew I was starring, he wiped it away.

"I know, Baby, at first ... it was me who keep demanding your existence whenever I was low. 'Cause it brings comfort to me and blablabla. But ... now ... I'm barely low anymore ... and you're not trying to leave like you used to— you ... I bet you— didn't expect the things we've done would go this far, don't you? You got something from me too. What is it? Huh? Does it feel good to be able to cure a person's life? Does it make you feel proud? Does it make you feel like a savior? An angel, perhaps?" Mingi talked a lot that day and for once I did not even tried to stop him with kisses the way I usually did.

"Witness," I whispered then proceeded to avoid his eyes. Meanwhile he sat closer to me and slowly whispered, "What did you say?"

So I looked up and our eyes met. It took me a while to gather the bravery, to admit that what he just said might be true. I leaned closer towards his shoulders as I repeated, "You make me feel like a witness."

Mingi pushed me just so we could see each other's face properly. He touched my lips by his thumb then asked, "Why so?"

"All these years I believed that nothing would ever change. Not the world. Not the people. But you ... I've witnessed your nightmares and your wounds, as well as your giggles and your passions. Nowadays I got to see your smile and even ask for it. How—" I stopped mid way, biting my lips since my breath became heavy. So he took his chance and our stifled emotion thawed each other's lips.

It was heartbreaking, to be honest. The fact that I knew precisely. For him, the idea of us was true love. But I treated us as an achievement. And at that moment, I still had no intention to change my mind.

He held my jaw and went even deeper. My messy breath became worse as I was longing for air. But I would not let his raw emotion vanished just like that. It was not everyday thing to get such aggressive-yet-sorrowful kiss as he did at that time.

When he slowly pulled away, he whispered, "Anytime, Baby ... anytime you want, come to me. I know it might not be today. It could be next decade or when— I don't give a fuck. So please just ... let me be that guy who— who will … umm ….”

Nothing came out of my mouth and he had been starring at me for a while. Words remain unsaid. None of us willing to speak our mind. He would not clarify his last sentence and I would not speak for myself. At that point, we both should have known something went wrong. Mingi especially, he knew it. He squinted his eyes as if he questioned why are we all so silence and awkward.

“Fuck it,” he finally stated then stood up while unbuttoned his black shirt. He did not took it off, instead he stroked his hair with his face facing up to the ceiling. Then he took a deep breath before his eyes went back to my direction. I watched it all in silence, gulped as I saw his bare skin looking like a whole meal. “Now what? You don’t want me as well?” he asked since I had not taken any action yet. I immediately shook my head then leaned closer to his hips and linked my arms around his belly. Then I let our skin felt each other in certain pressure while he froze.

“What’s this? Stop confusing me,” he said, drew a line all of sudden. So I looked up to catch his eyes while he avoided mine. Later I uttered, “You know you can pull me away in so many different ways. I’m in your house anyway … right now wearing the dress you bought, eating the food you ordered. If you hate the way I treated you, you could’ve done something—“

“But I won’t and you know it. I’ve been confused my whole life anyway. Just a little more confusion from you won’t affect any shit—“

“But you might be trapped in this forever.”

“At least I choose you myself.”

For a while, we went silence. I realized I had tried to warn him this whole time. He knew the consequences of us and decided to keep trespassing my life. I should have known better and distanced myself, yet I chose to get attached as well. Then a year passed and he was celebrating it. So I came to a conclusion that we were in this madness together. Everything else were merely questions we also had no idea what the answer was and it seemed like none of us cared to solve these wired thoughts.

“I often heard something inappropriate— but let’s not talk about that,” he stated but then changed the topic in a flash. “I also heard a lot of stuff about you too. They act like they adore you, but keep saying shits behind your back. Some even noticed who you are, mentioned your father most of the time. You’re low key famous … again,” I replied. Mingi sighed as he scratched his eyebrow. He knew his past would haunt him back and he had no choice but to prepare himself for the incoming storm.

“Did they bet on me?” His question got me surprised. I got up, leaned closer to his face, and whispered, “How do you know?”

“My ex … have you forgotten? I told you— the whole group literally banged me … one by one … and recorded it. That’s after one of that girl dated me. I was … conned, mentally. When I tried to free myself, I’m already trapped in their game. If I broke up with one, the other would force me to date her and my stupid— why did I always say yes to them? Gosh, Baby, you know what’s worse? They’ve been spreading my gangbang sex footage and spilled my family’s private information within their inner circle … and when I tried to free myself, they threatened to expose those shits in public. Holyfuck, I guess I might be involved in another drama soon now that you mentioned it,” he spoke with such trembling voice. He tried to hide his trauma. Yet the more I listened, the more I noticed how bad it affected him. My jaw dropped as I heard his full story. “That’s why I never joined a party or any open table invitation since college. For that matter, by the way, your geekiness helped a lot. I never thought staying at home would be so much fun,” he continued followed with a deep breath. His face was lit up when he mentioned me, but went back sorrow as he added, “I don’t wanna get drunk … then unconsciously brought to a room … and get recorded … for shit I’ll forget the next day. Geez—“

“Yeah, I agree. Alcohol is not everything. There’s other drink you can slurp if you’re thirsty,” I chuckled, hoped it somehow got him relaxed. When I saw him smiling, I exhaled in peace. “Can I … slurp you then?” he teased and I nodded. “You’ve been slurping me so many times. Why did you even ask that stupid question as if you got amnesia?” I intentionally yelled. He bursted out laughing then pinched my nose. “Just making sure that we’re still on the same track,” he replied followed with a grin.

“So …,” I tried to shift the topic. “What did they say about me?”

“Ugh … shits, mostly— and it’s not even about how you behave like— like … what you said before. They don’t talk about how strict you are, Baby,” he stuttered due to being too thrilled. I raised an eyebrow as I placed my jaw on his rib. “They often discuss their version of what if,” he said as he flicked his fingers several times.

“What if what? What do you mean?” I got curious so I supported a side of my face by placing my palm beneath. Mingi wheezed before he answered, “They think you’re a type of person who look tough on the outside but weak inside.”

“Context?” I asked directly. Mingi squinted his eyes then replied, “On the bed.”

“Well, that’s true tho,” I chuckled. Mingi got up and immediately denied, “Yo! What the— no—“

“Yes! I’ve asked you to treat me the way I want, yet you never want to,” I answered followed with a loud crispy laugh. Mingi pouted as he whispered, “But you’re strong woman indeed.”

“I know I am. But if that’s the context— sex … especially— dude, I always wanna be a follower,” I stated then squeezed his pouted face and giggled. “Well … doesn’t mean being a follower is weak tho. Sometimes enduring pain needs a lot of energy too,” I added, reassuring Mingi as I spoke.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. You’re not weak. If you’re weak, then what am I? Sprinkles of salt?” he blabbered. The way he voiced sounded so silly that it got me cackling. “Why do you have to be sprinkles of salt?” I chuckled. Mingi closed his eyes, pretended he was thinking hard. Then he murmured, “Because salt melt in the water.”

“Salt melt in what? Water?” I bursted out laughing. I knew precisely what he meant but the way he delivered was a true comedy, so I could not help but to laugh so loud. I even rolled my body around and he got annoyed by it. Later he started tickling my belly and yelled, “You shouldn’t laugh on me like that.”

“Hey, so tell me … how does it feels like hearing them gossiping me in front of you like that?” I asked just to stop him from attacking my nerves. When his fingers finally stopped, I took the opportunity to embrace his wide shoulders and pecked his neck out of nowhere. He did not flinch, however, unlike he usually did. Probably he was lost in his thought that he did not aware of my minor attack. So I sucked his neck until he moaned. A hickey was tattooed, too obvious and would be questioned by whoever saw him after this. At that time, he was shocked apparently. He held his neck as he gawked. “What was that aggressive move you just did? What’s the motive? Explain yourself,” he suddenly demanded.

“Nothing, I just did because I’m an opportunist,” I cackled while he squinted his eyes.

“Alright, so …,” he quickly changed the topic back to my question earlier. That got me laughing so hard which gradually affected Mingi as well. He joined giggling as he tried to speak, “I actually wanted to spit the fact, like … I was burnt inside … and ready to explode, but you know … I can’t do that— you won’t let me do that either.” I nodded whenever he paused. “But really— for real, I wanted to say— at least … let them know that you had control most of the time,” he uttered.

“But then they would assume you’re the one who’s under control,” I replied. Mingi rolled his eyes for a while as if he was thinking. “You’re right,” he eventually said.

When he finally pulled back, I thought we were having a break. Turned out he shoved his fingers in me. His ear were placed right beside my lips so he could clearly hear my moan. He used the other hand to take my pants off, exposing my skin as it is.

"I never expected car would give such impression," I murmured in between the kisses I planted over his collarbone. He wheezed with eyes closes due to the sensation I intentionally gave. When he opened his eyes, he replied, "It's never about the car. It's always the person."

"Is it?" A question rose as I wiped my lips. Later I let my fingers ran through the abstract red painting tattooed on his skin. Meanwhile, Mingi unbuttoned his trousers in split seconds.

"Wait," I said, holding his half-opened pants. He froze as he waited for my next statement. "Are you gonna do it ... in this position?" I asked. Mingi nodded and smiled. "What's wrong?" he asked back. I immediately shook my head and said, "Nothing."

"It'll be a little uncomfortable, but hang in there, Baby," he muttered then leaned closer after he stripped himself. "You always welcomed to express yourself. You know I always give you access to get wild on me— my body. Do whatever you want. I'll do whatever I want," he added followed with a peck on my temple. I gulped the moment I saw his smirk. Somehow he looked he prepared an evil scenario to tear me apart which got me excited and terrified at the same time.

He slowly pulled me down so my butt were no longer seated, instead my head were the one laying on the seat. One of his palm gradually pressed my forehead then he whispered, "Are you sure you're okay with this? I feel bad, to be honest."

I immediately shook my head and said, "I'm fine. I trust you." Mingi squinted his eyes for a while before he finally stated, "Alright, Baby. As you wish."

Mingi placed his legs in between my body, one was on the floor, one other was on the seat. He opened his mouth to give me a sign to open mine. So I obeyed although in a glimpse seconds, I hesitated. He pushed in, fulfilling my mouth with his. His other hand, which was holding his thang, later held my jaw to make sure it stayed open. However, he did not give any pressure so I could move my lips a bit.

"Do something, please," he ordered and I started smearing him with my saliva. I treated him like an ice cream stick. Slowly shoved every inch until it became tighter and tighter as the muscle slowly appeared on the surface. After some time, the hand which pressed my forehead, grabbed my hair, while the hand which held my jaw, stranggled my neck. I choked and immediately closed my eyes. That was it. He was going to do something obscene and left me begging for life.

I was right. He started thrusting in a pace I could not handle. The rhythm he created was too fast that it messed my breathing pace. My voice were cracked but it was there, fulfilling the car alongside the sound of our skin. He fastened his thrust and I started whining. Later I grabbed his butt and squeezed it hard. However, he thought it was a sign of surrender. So he stopped right away.

"Are you okay?" he asked while I catched my breath. He looked worried as he softly wiped my lips. I nodded then laughed. "You're doing magnificent, Daddy. Can I— May I call you Daddy?" I replied. Mingi let out a deep sigh then smiled wide. He must have thought he messed things up.

"Whatever," he answered followed with a full rolling eyes. Later he lifted me up by the waist. I thought he wanted me seated properly, but then he rolled me around and spanked my butt the moment it faced him. I automatically moaned and yelled, "Daddy!"

We exchanged looks for a moment. We were distanced by silence yet our eyes constantly communicated. He then pecked my butt and whispered, "Sorry, My Lovely Butt Baby. But I'll do it again." He immediately spanked twice harder for a couple times while I rested my head on the seat and moaned the entire time.

"Oh, I'm entering my powerless era," I whimpered. Mingi chuckled, planted a kiss on my lips, then replied, "No, Baby, you're going to need a lot of strength to handle me." I raised an eyebrow. When did he learn how to twist words like that?

Mingi grinned then added, "I think the right term is 'temporary out of control' rather than powerless. But then, if we think about it, you're still in charge. So, you're still the boss afterall."

"Daddy, you talk too much," I complained in an overly-cute tone. Mingi giggled as he said, "I'm giving you time to take a breath before I— oh my ... really? Do I have to make myself clear?"

"No, Daddy. I can tell what you're doing," I replied as I raised a thumb up and cackled. He grinned and messed my hair until it covered my entire face. I was so used with him being a scaredy cat that when he thrusted in so quickly, I screamt my lungs out. I was shocked and was not able to tolerate the instant pain he gave due to the friction of our skin.

"Fuck! How dare you!" I shouted as I lifted my head up. Mingi immeditely stifled my neck and gave pressure on my skin. His other hand held my waist and even had the gut to tickle my belly. The breathing time he was talking about, it did not matter. I was running out of breath already.

"Sorry, you said I shouldn't let you take over," he used sarcastic tone when he apologized for being in charge and it got me bursted in laugh.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed the moment he started thrusting. Mingi stranggled my neck twice harder and yelled, "No. I don't accept filthy words here. Say something nice."

"Funny ... how you— wanted ... a holy conversation ... when we're ... literally ... make— love," I stuttered since I had difficulties to talk properly. He just chuckled then countered, "You talk too much."

"Oh, shit," I whispered as he added more aggression on his thrusts. One of his hand pretented taking steps from my waist to my boobs. Then he squeezed it tight, ruining my sanity in instant. I went wild with my voices. I moaned. I groaned. I wheezed. I grunted. I whined. I did everything I could to let the world know I was a loser that night.

"It hurts. Daddy, it hurts ... so much," I sobbed. Mingi grunted then asked, "You want Daddy to stop?" The demon inside me made me shook my head and whispered, "No."

"Good," he stated in such raspy breathy voice which relaxed my muscle in such weird way. My palms, which was grabbing the seatback, slowly went down as my head leaned forward. Later my forehead touched the seatback and constantly pressed as he thrusted.

Just as how he started, the way he stopped also shocked me. He just pulled himself out in split seconds without giving me time to adapt. I felt empty although I was embraced in the warmness of his skin.

"Unless you're telling you wanna raise a kid, I'll keep ending shit out of nowhere before I reach my climax. I'm sorry if that surprised you somehow," he stated the moment he saw my face.

"Stop being sorry, for fuck's sake. I get it. I just need some time to absorb ... everything," I nagged in whisper. Mingi smiled then pecked my lips.

Later he was seated and I was crouched on his lap. I could see him tried to figure out the shape my dress, but it was too complicated for him. So he decided to dress me on his shirt instead and let his trousers became the only fabric covering his body.

"Do what?" I immediately asked. Mingi looked at me and intentionally blinked twice faster than he usually do. I raised an eyebrow, pretending I had no idea what he meant by blinking. So he whispered, "Rough sex." He did not even try to conceal his wish which actually surprised me every single time. I gave him a death glare as I said, "Your wound literally— your whole body's aching, Mingi. You don't could walk—"

"I can lay down, Baby," he murmured. My jaw dropped the moment he grinned. He then continued, "I've been doing it all day. Oh geez, you know what? I was thinking of how cool it might be if it was you who beat me up—"

"God damn, Mingi—"

"Wait wait wait ... lemme finish," he cut my words again. So I had no choice but to listen. "You won't hurt me, Baby. Your strength doesn't even affect me that much. So ... I was thinking that it might be a good deal," he added followed with chuckles.

"I really wanna beat your ass for not fighting back," I said. Mingi sighed before he replied, "I said I hate violence."

"Yet you were trapped in it! If you hate violence so much, you shouldn't even participated in the first place. For once, Mingi ... please, think about it," I yelled. Mingi snuggled his face on my nape. I knew for sure he hated my yelling, but he wanted me to keep going since he loves hearing my voice. "I'm not asking you to be violence, Mingi. Don't get me wrong. I'm asking you to not let them have a chance to physically attack you," I uttered.

"You have a point. As expected, My Smart Princess," he stated before he pecked my lips. I did not even realized that my expression had changed if he did not mentioned, "Your evil smirk looks hot, Baby. Makes want to dip myself in a hot tub with you as my view."

"Don't even start—" I yelled as I stood up while Mingi reached my elbow so he could get up. However I was not ready, so I fell on his lap instead. "Fuck," I cursed while he groaned in pain.

"Don't pull me like that!" I shouted. Mingi laid his back on the concrete blocks then whined and laughed at the same time. “I thought you were steady enough,” he chuckled. I was annoyed by how giggly he was, so I slapped his chest although I knew it hurt him. He tried to held my wrist but I kept warding his palms.

“Why did we have to fall on the sideway like a bunch of idiots?” I yelled while Mingi cackling until his voice gone, leaving his mouth wide opened just like that. All of sudden, his pain replaced by a loud laugh. I had to shut his mouth so that no one across the street would stared at us. Later Mingi embraced me as if he was trying to hide me somewhere in his giant body. His palm pressed my head while I grabbed his wrist, trying to free myself.

"Sshh ... I should cover you for a while. Your face is on fire," he chuckled as he rubbed my back. I went silence afterward. Maybe he was right. I wanted to hide myself out of shame although the road we passed was quite empty. "People can't see you right now, Baby. I ... don't want them to see you blushing as well," he added.

After a while, Mingi loosened his grip and I rose up. He handed me his palm as a request for help, so I helped him stood up properly. At that time, we finally did right. I offered my arms so he could lay at least half of his weight on me, but he refused. He wanted to walk by himself. Thus I followed him a step behind.

“I’m hungry,” he suddenly stated as he turned around. “What do you wanna eat?” I automatically asked. He pointed at me then bit that index and winked, intentionally teasing me. I shook my head immediately. “You couldn’t even walk straight. Why would you force yourself— alright … for real, are you hungry? Should we take away … I don’t know … a bento?” I said. Mingi slowly nodded followed with a pout of disappointment. Because of that, I pinched his waist until he whined. Then I started attacking him with dozen punches while he did nothing to defend himself. The only thing he did was avoiding me and walked faster.

“Why … are … you … letting yourself … being abused … by bunch of guys?!” I raged. Mingi covered his face, especially his ears. So I grabbed one of his wrist and pressed my nails onto his skin. Instead of being mad or tried to let his hand off me, he moaned. I immediately covered his mouth with my other palm. Later he murmured, “I thought you said no.”

“I’m not trying … to seduce you!” I replied followed with a finger snap on his temple. “Get the fuck outta your head for a moment, please. I’m being fucking serious,” I begged. Mingi linked his hand on my waist then slowly stepped forward. He put his jaw on my head then whispered, “I don’t wanna cause any trouble afterward. Beside … if things get serious, who’s gonna help me? My family would never back me up and I don’t want you to get involved in any of this.”

“Mingi—“

“Well, listen … next time, please just— I’m begging you … don’t leave me alone when bunch of guys surrounds me like you did this morning. Please just … take me anywhere else, okay? To be fucking honest, I’m so fucking scared and I don’t fucking know what to do,” he continued as he locked his eyes on mine. I could sense desperation through his stare, so I nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s okay. I accept one quick round as an apology,” he said followed with a grin. I squinted my eyes and his expression changed immediately. “Bento bento bento— I’m hungry, literally. So I— uh … I want a bento. Do you … want a bento … too?” he stuttered then gulped. I took a step back then patted the back of his head while his eyes went down looking at his shoes.

“You do realize our clothes are smeared by your blood, right?“ I asked. He nodded without even looking up. “I don’t want people to question us, thinking we’re some sort of criminals or else. So you better wait there. Sit on the swing or whatever. I’ll buy the bento,” I ordered. Mingi slowly walked towards the playground nearby while I crossed the street.

“Hey, don’t take it easy on me,” he protested followed with a pout. I crawled just to reach his face and planted a kiss on his lips. “I’m doing a midnight sale, so I’m giving you discount,” I stated. Mingi giggled as he continued playing a song. For a while, I kneeled beside him, watching his hands dancing in rhythm. I did not even realized I was starstruck by his performance until he rubbed my jaw and kissed my lips endearingly. Later he whispered, “I guess I’m that cool.”

I immediately looked down as I bit my tongue. Meanwhile, Mingi tracked my eyes and smiled wide. He melted my barrier so effortlessly that I fell for him once again. He might not know that , but he could see how red my cheeks has became whenever he caressed my skin. His gentle touch got me awkward, so he requested, “Could you sit behind me? I wanted to lay my head on your shoulder.”

“I— uh … yeah, sure. Why not? I’ll sit there— behind you,” I stuttered. He traced my eyes as he leaned closer. Our forehead bumped eventually, so I pushed him a little and shouted, "Back off!"

"I don't want to," he chuckled as he put his guitar on the floor. Later he turned around and linked his arms on my waist. He locked his sparkling eyes on me and pouted like a little kid. So I stroked his hair and giggled.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked. Mingi lifted his head up and answered, "Anything."

"Play another song and don't look at me," I ordered. Mingi opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then he sighed. I pushed him away as he slowly turned around. Later he took his guitar while leaning his back on my chest. "Keep playing as if I'm not around, alright?" I asked. Mingi wheezed then started playing another song.

When I was certain his focus was set, I slipped my hands in between his arms and chest. Then I sucked the back of his ear, made him stop playing right away. He almost turned his head around yet without a doubt, I grabbed his neck to keep him facing forward. He gulped immediately.

"Keep playing ... as if I'm not ... here," I whispered before biting his ear. He grunted as he squeezed my thighs. "How am I suppose to play when you're being like this?" he protested.

"I thought you're a good guitarist, turns out you can't even handle ... me," I mocked followed with giggles.

"Shi—" Mingi cursed but could not afford to finish since I pinched his skin and stirred a little. He took a deep breath and tried to control himself, yet he ended up whining as he snuggled his face on my neck.

When I finally let go, he took a deep breath then pecked my neck out of nowhere. So I replied with another peck on his forehead. He looked up, still with a messy breathing rhythm, yet he smiled. "Should I play? I don't think I can play," he said. I put my fingers on the guitar and started playing instead.

Mingi saw an opportunity to turn things around, so he started sucking my neck. He wanted to turn around yet I locked his body using mine and the guitar. "I'm not like you, Mingi. I can handle things on my own," I muttered. Mingi grunted in disappointment when I handed the guitar back to him.

"I don't wanna play," he yelled and pouted, followed by his feet kicking the air. "I just wanted your attention and I got it too … easily. Uh ... I kinda hate it," he continued.

"What did you expect earlier?" I asked. Mingi played a song as he answered, "I expected ignorance, not this— definitely not expecting I'd play while you're ... oh my— why are you being super clingy like this?"

"Why not? You look totally cool before I mess up a little," I chuckled as I pinched his cheeks. "I hate it whenever you look cool, so I decided to mess you up ... again and again,” I stated. Mingi hissed and jokingly pinched my arm. Later I added, “Take a note, Boy.”

Mingi turned his head over to focus on playing the guitar and finally he finished the song. At that time, he was able to play even when I tickled his belly. The only thing he did was wheezing and pressed his forehead on my neck.

“Please say I did great,” he begged while his eyes locked on mine. I giggled as I intentionally made him wait. However, he was impatience so he ended up biting my neck until I moaned. I scratched his collarbone right after yet it did not affect him at all, he was laughing.

“I think I did amazing just a second ago,” he stated in proud. “I think you missed a string,” I murmured. Mingi raised an eyebrow. Meanwhile, I tilted my head and grinned without stating anything else. “I hate the fact that I understand what you mean,” he replied as he squinted his eyes and grinned.

“Understand what? I know you don’t,” I threw a prejudice and Mingi turned his whole body around in instant. He put the guitar beside my thigh. Later he squinted and muttered, “Do you wear that now? The one string I’ve missed.”

"See you," I mouthed as I walked towards the exit. The sound of the train clearly heard from where I stood. Somehow the hug we had few moments ago still dominated my head. He looked terrified with the fact that he had to meet his family back in his hometown, South Korea. It had been a decade since the last time he visited that country. Usually his father, or whoever his father sent, was the one who visited his penthouse every year.

An hour ago, we were standing beside a pillar with his suitcases pilled on a cart beside us. "He asked me to go to Asian or European university, I said I already had two semesters in America. So he told me to visit Korea for a week," Mingi uttered as he embraced me tight. "I hope he's not going to smack my ass for deciding things without his approval," he added. I rubbed his nape and replied, "He won't. You're grown up by now. He should've understand."

"If things went well, I'll tell him about you," Mingi whispered. We took a step back then exchanged looks for a while. "I think he should know that there's kindness I found when I needed the most," he continued. I immediately grinned and rolled my eyes. Later I replied, "Am I that kindness?" Mingi immediately nodded, so I said, "I don't— being kind was never my intention—"

"I don't really care tho," he replied, cutting my word then sighed. "Even if you think you're using me and shout it out loud to the world, it doesn't change the fact that you're still being kind. I mean— the only thing you demand from me is freedom and space ... which is the exact same thing you give to me. You let me breath on my own rhythm, you let my past fades on their own pace, you're given me choices I never knew I had. If there were rumor of you being an angel, I'd believe it right away. There's no way human act like you," he uttered, followed with a smile. Mingi slowly caressed my cheek while I avoided eye contact. He then pecked my lips and whispered, "You're blushing."

"How can I not?" I almost shouted but then I held myself and ended up whispering. Meanwhile, Mingi giggling as he squeezed my tiny arms.

"Who'll pick you up?" I asked, shifted the topic in instant. Mingi shook his head and said, "I don't know. But there's no way my family will pick me up. They're too famous to be on street. Maybe I'll ... ride a taxi or a commuter."

I immediately replied, "I hope no one recognize you after you meet your fam—"

"Gosh, yes yes yes! I hope so. I'm so afraid if there is paparazzi or— what if my family trap me? What if they're intentionally invite me to Korea, so they could expose me— no no no, I hope they're not," Mingi blabbered then took a deep breath to calm himself. He also shook his head to deny his worst imagination.

"We should manifest, Mingi, that everything would be just ... fine," I stated and he nodded right away. We held each other's hand, took a deep breath, and let it out gradually. Later his flight boarding was announced, so he brought the cart and walked inside the airport as he mouthed, "I love you. See you later."

II.

The street filled with people yet nobody glanced at Mingi. At least, that was the impression I had through our video call. He seemed relaxed than I thought he would be. On the other hand, I was the one who got anxious when he had to walk alone in public like that. What if somebody recognize who he is and threw hatred just like he usually got back in our hometown?

“Surprisingly, I’m doing fine here. It’s not as bad as I thought before. I met my family too and so far ... so good,” he said then proceed to speak ‘excuse me’ in Korean when the people before him blocked his way. He smiled wide and raised a thumb up towards the camera to ensure that he was fine. Later he reached the stairs down to the railway station. He tapped the card then walked towards an escalator which goes a level down below.

“Everything looks okay here, I should probably bring you along next time. The only thing I hate is obviously … my family. They only said bad things and actually I feel sorry for them,” he whispered followed with a deep sigh. He looked up before he rotated the camera and showed me his surrounding. “By the way, it’s not crowded anymore since it’s nine at night here,” he added.

“You’d bring me there?” I choked. He nodded and giggled. “I’ll put you in a suitcase since you’re tiny,” he replied. I immediately glared at him before joining him giggling. “You’re funny,” I eventually said. At the same time, his train arrived. Mingi put his phone speaker closed to his lips so the camera faced the ceiling. He then whispered, “But I’m not joking about bringing you here.”

“Then what? You want me to meet your chaotic family you always talked about?” I asked as I chewed the salad I had for breakfast. He immediately nodded and replied, “Well, they treat me like a shitty adopted child. But the good news is … they don’t care nor interfere with my life. So, whatever happen, they wouldn’t give a fuck. But at least, they demand to know that I’m alive and not ruining things around.”

“So, you really want me to meet your family?” I repeated. Mingi entered the train and nodded. He then typed through chat since he was not allowed to talk inside the train.

Mingi : I've a feeling that you'd be my perfect revenge. They abandoned my existence and being ignorant with every shit I’ve been through

Mingi : So introducing you would be the most bad ass thing I’ll possibly do.

Mingi : Hahaha.

“Yeah, but we aren’t even dating, Mingi,” I reminded him. Mingi gulped as he closed his eyes for a while. He rolled his eyes before he typed another reply.

Mingi : You’re right. I forgot entirely …

"I— uh ...," Mingi stuttered before he gulped. "Speak clearly, will you?" I raised my voice followed with a sigh. Mingi eventually looked down and said nothing.

"I just wanna know how did some of your ex-girlfriends still have access to go up there, when I can't even go without you by my side," I stated. Mingi kept quiet as if he refused to talk at all. "You've changed your passcode so they wouldn't breach inside. Yet this morning, a girl knocked on your door and aggressively— cursing at you, demanded you to let her in— yo ... I never thought of this beforehand. Your floor has no button, so how could they— Mingi, what the fuck?!" I shouted. When I tried to slap his cheek, he grabbed my wrist and looked at me on the eye.

"I thought you never care about me, not even a tiny bit. So why do you ask?" Instead of giving me an answer, he asked another question. "I– is there any problem? I thought I should've known my position in ... your life—" Before I finished my word, he replied, "But you already know. You've decided what are we since the very beginning. You separated us through a hella thick wall I could never break. Why all of sudden I— we— this ... my past ... matter to you?"

"When everything goes well, you want me by your side, begging me to stay close, even told me how selfish I was for not thinking of others— you. Now that things start shifting, you wanna run from me, using my ignorance as a reason to stay apart," I chuckled before I stood up. "Never mind, you have a right to not answer my question anyway," I added then walked away. Mingi immediately stood before me then got a grip of my shoulders. He squeezed my arms before he embraced me tight. In the meantime, I just stood still.

"One of my ex is a daughter of the building owner, our apartment's owner. She held an ID and let my other exes borrow that ID … to come and visit ... me," he whispered then followed with a peck he planted on my temple. He slipped his fingers in between my hair just to rub my nape. "I tend to hide nowadays, unlike before I met you. In the past, they could easily reach me in a bar, in a class, or elsewhere," he continued. I pushed him a little just so I could see his face. Then he murmured, “It’s a common thing, you know, to get a glass of red wine splashed on my face for being late, to get slapped at the school alley for not replying a text, to get beaten by them for … I don’t know, everything …? That’s how I grew up and I’m ashamed of that part of me, that’s why I … didn’t wanna talk about it.”

“As much as I wanted to set myself free, I couldn’t. If I report them to the office, the media would blow it up since my family— my dad especially, you know, he’s kinda … well-known,” he added, followed with a deep sigh of desperation. “I wanted to run— I mean I did jump, thinking everything was finally over. But you held me when I landed in bloodbath, you were also on my side when I woke up. I didn’t even realize that kiss we had that day got me clinging on you since then. As if I was given another chance to start my life over. But, Baby, I never knew how much haunting my past is and I wanna get rid of it,” he uttered before he started sobbing. It was so easy for him to cry out in front of me, as if I was voluntarily became his basket of tears.

“Did they team up against you or what?” I asked as I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Mingi laughed a little before he placed his head on my shoulder. He then replied, “This is interesting, to be honest. Some of them know who my family is, used that wildcard to shut me up. When I was in high school, I could never get close to a girl I’m interested in … because I might put them, as well as my family, in danger—“

“Whoa … wait! I knew something was off when there’s a boy living alone in a penthouse surrounded by few toxic-abusive ex-girlfriends, but I never expect it’s be so much worse than that,” I commented before he finished his words. Mingi smiled wide then caressed my hair. “They would do anything to bring me down, especially when I’m born to be a perfect punching bag for my family. I’m not allowed to speak for myself even when all those stuff happened simply because I carried my family’s name. You know, those girls even had the gut to fake a relationship just to use my surname for a free flow at the bar or a mutual-consented sex bullshit they always being loud for, when they actually …,” Mingi took a deep breath then laughed out of nowhere. He swiped his eyes then took a step behind. I stared into his eyes, waiting for him to continue. Yet he just said, “We should probably go back. It’s getting late. The moon’s watching us.” He pointed at the sky then linked his fingers on mine.

“Your first sex was a rape, wasn’t it?” I asked as soon as we entered the elevator. It was quiet before and after I spoke. Meanwhile, Mingi closed his eyes. This time he refused to talk at all. The door opened when we reached the floor where my unit located at. I let my hand off then took a step out without saying anything else. However, he held the door and step forward.

“I hope a piece of my past wouldn’t change anything between us,” he whispered as he linked his arm on my waist. He placed his jaw on my head, kissed the same spot, then rubbed my head using his cheek. “What do you mean?” I asked in such flat tone.

“Just in case you think I’m disgusting after all that,” he said. I immediately turned around and pulled him out of the elevator by the neck. “No, I think you’re cool for being bare minimum. How could you manage to look super chill when your past strangle your future that way?” I replied. Mingi scratched the back of his head then combed his hair a couple times. “Don’t turn me on like that,” I whispered as I grabbed his hand. Mingi raised an eyebrow before he bursted out laughing.

“Hey, let me ask you a question in return,” he requested and I nodded. “What exactly turn you on? Was it me whenever I pose like a cool guy, or me being … clingy, or what?” he asked while I shook my head a couple times, signaling all of his guesses was wrong. Then I replied, “It was your honesty. Every time I discovered your flaw, I’m easily turned on just by your look, your touch, or anything you do.”

“That’s weird,” he commented as he rolled his eyes. I pushed him back to the elevator which was already closed, so his back harshly hit the door. He grunted followed with a pout. “Hey, mine was even weirder,” he shouted when I already walked a few step ahead. I turned around and he added, “I got turned on when you’re turned on.”

“Bullshit,” I immediately raised a middle finger then walked away. Later Mingi followed me right after just to embrace me from the back. He quickly tapped my passcode to open the door while his other hand gripped both of my wrists. “I should probably tell you how exactly I was raped,” he stated as we walked inside the room. I was flabbergasted that when he let my hands free, I immediately spanked his butt.

“No, wait,” he shouted and I froze in instant. “We could recreate the scene, actually—“ he added. Yet before he finished his rant, I already linked my arm on his neck then brought him to the bed. He apologized for a couple times even when I took off his shirt and made him laid on my bed. “I’ll replace that memory, actually,” I stated as I unbutton his pants. Mingi laughed out loud. When I put my face close to his face, he whispered, “You’ve successfully replaced all the worse shit that traumatized me in the past.”

“Yes!” A girl shouted. “It’s a problem because you’ve been saying you have a girlfriend over and over again, but nobody saw you with a girl— you know … we think you’re lying whenever you say you have a girlfriend,” she continued. Mingi laughed over that ridiculous statement and threw fists on the table.

“Relationship details are privacy, girls. Didn’t your parents tell you about that?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned. Meanwhile, the girls gulped altogether. One of them had the gut to asked, “Then tell us, what’s your dating style?” Mingi immediately giggled as he looked around. He realized that people from another table also curious about his relationship. He then answered, “Whatever your worst imagination is.”

Mingi stood up and pack his stuff since he felt uncomfortable. Yet one of those girls grabbed his wrist. She then asked, “What’s the meaning of this bracelet? Amount of anniversary you had with your— or is it the amount of kiss you— or … maybe … make out?” The other girls immediately went wild while Mingi froze. He leaned his face closer to the girl until their forehead touched each other. The girl panicked but tried to stay still.

“If what you wish is to invite me … to your bed— just so you can feel the sensation of stripping me off and have my skin and muscles interacting with yours, you … certainly know how to reach me. Don’t waste your time asking for bracelet, as if you’re truly interested in me,” he whispered before he stepped back. He left them without saying anything else. Yet when he turned around, he saw me standing in front of the door. He stopped for a second before he walked pass me.

I was going to study until the sun set, but I decided to follow Mingi instead. I kept a few steps behind so I could see him ranting and kicking the fallen leaves. He looked so pissed off. When we reached the bus stop, the bus recently arrived so we entered right away. That was when he realized I was following him all those time. We were separated, but then Mingi walked towards my direction. He was going to say something but cancelled it right away. “I am not your girlfriend,” I murmured the moment we stood side by side in the bus. Mingi turned his head around and placed his lips close enough to my ear then whispered, “So you knew I was talking about you?”

“What?” I raised my voice while he bit his lips, trying his best to keep a pokerface while people who heard me turned their eyes on me. I had to bow as an apologize for being noisy. When I saw his reflection smiled on the window, I pinched his wrist then twisted his skin until he clenched his teeth. His eyes were locked on my reflection as he mouthed, “It hurts.” We continued talking without voicing our words. Later I responded, “I hate you.”

Instead of being annoyed by my words, Mingi pouted as if he was going to kiss. I immediately covered his face with my palm, yet Mingi just stood still as if nothing ever happened. It did not last long since he needed to breath, so he started licking my palm. However, his effort did not work at all. My palm stayed still and we glared at each other sharp. Normal guy would easily get a grip of my wrist away from his mouth, but Mingi was different. He preferred to hold his breath as long as possible if that means I would touch him longer.

The bus stopped at our destination few minutes later. Mingi immediately grabbed my palm then walked us out of the bus. He took a deep breath then exhaled while his eyes which was locked at mine, sparked so bright. “You’re quite odd, you know that?” I said. Mingi immediately giggled and nodded. “Your palm was warm and soft, you know that?” he asked back as he raised my palm he was holding the whole time. I turned my head around, tried to hide my smile from him. But Mingi already caught me, so he sought my face while I tried to avoid his. After a while, Mingi just grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him.

At that moment, I knew exactly what he might aim after. My blood suddenly pumped so fast as if it was my first time catching his beautiful eyes. I gulped and barely moving while he leaned his face closer to mine. His palms gradually caressed my waist and my nape then his lips softly touched mine. In the middle of a street with bunch of witnesses, under the blooming sakura which was blown by the spring wind, my heart melted.

When he pulled back, I immediately grabbed his nape and pulled him closer. He might be used with it since he just let me took over. After his lips, I went for his jaw. Then I bit his ear until it became red. Later I snuggled my face on his chest. He carefully lifted me up just until my feet would not reach the pathway and walked us home. I embraced him tight even when he tried to lay me on his sofa. So he asked, “What is it?”

“Can you say it again?“ I asked. He raised an eyebrow, confused. So I added, “Girlfriend. It sounds hot if you’re the one who say it.”

Mingi wheezed as he rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, my fingers already busy unbutton his shirt one by one and effortlessly stripped his upper body. “I have a condition,” he suddenly stated. I pouted and shook my head. “Then I won’t say it again. Ever,” he threatened. I immediately whined but he just pecked my lips for a couple times until I calmed down. “Boy … friend,” he whispered. “Say it,” he demanded.

“I preferred being destroyed in pieces, than being told to say that,” I responded. Mingi sighed then he got up from the sofa. When I got up few seconds after, he suddenly popped out from the other side. Because of that, I screamed out loud. Then I hit his shoulder while yelling, “You’re so fucking annoying! How could you even expect yourself to be somebody’s boyfriend? Doesn’t make any sense at all. You’re like that one annoying, clingy, silly kid people want to get rid of.”

Mingi climbed the sofa then pushed me back so I would lay down. Then he locked my waist in between his knees. “Fuck off,” I uttered. Mingi squinted after he slapped my cheek. My jaw dropped. He might not use any strength, but it certainly left mark. “I’m still waiting,” he muttered. I mocked him by letting the tip of my tongue out. Yet Mingi quickly bit my tongue and giggled right after.

“Stop it,” I demanded followed with chuckles. Mingi rolled his eyes so I added, “My boy, stop being silly, please?”

“My wha— did you just—“ His eyes widened while his jaw dropped in disbelief. “Can you say it one more time?” he pleaded. I immediately shook my head and replied, “No. You’re still … not my boyfriend and I’m still … not your girlfriend.”

“Are you sure? I was going to give this to you today,” he stated as he showed the bracelets on his wrist to me. “Keep it,” I said as I softly caressed his wrist. “Until I’m ready one day, keep it,” I continued. Mingi gradually smiled and nodded.

“Or just give it to whoever your girlfriend is. I’m pretty sure you can have a lot—“ He bit my neck even before I finished my word so I whined in pain. Later Mingi stared deep into my eyes and pouted. So I brushed his face and mocked, “If you wanna invite me to your bed, you know how to reach me.”

“I was bluffing,” he yelled. “But that’s fine tho. You can sleep with them. We talked about this before,” I chuckled. Mingi snuggled his head on my neck then murmured, “I know, but … I can’t sleep with multiple people at once.”

I immediately replied, “You’re not. You’re sleeping with one, then goes for another person on another day, then—“ Mingi got up and jokingly choked my neck. “Oh, shut up. You’re boiling my blood,” he complained. I put my palms on his cheeks and he leaned closer. He moved his hands to my shoulders and began kissing my lips.

“Whatever task you’re working right now, just drop it,” he requested right before he lifted me up. I giggled as I said, “I’m free of task as long as you call me your girlfriend today.”

“My girl,” he immediately spoke, dropping all pieces of his ego down to the floor, as well as my clothes. “I’ll eat you up, my girl,” he continued teasing me as his lips started treasured my breast. I could not stop giggling because he tickled my nerves.

“Mingi,” I called. Mingi immediately looked up and replied, “You remember my name?”

I tried to respond but I was out of words, so I just sighed and rolled my eyes. “She remembers my name! Yo! This is an achievement, right? Wooyoung, you said she doesn’t call us by our name. Well … she just called me … Mingi … like that. Woohoo!” he cheered as he stood up. Everyone turned their eyes on Mingi while he raised his arms up like a champion. Meanwhile, I froze with my mouth wide opened.

“You’re annoying and stupid. That’s why she remembers, right?” San said. I awkwardly laughed as I scratched my nape. “Or maybe he’s just gorgeous and she remember him as well as we girls do,” said a girl from the corner of the hall. Everyone cheered. Some even whistled and applaud. Mingi, on the other hand, turned around and looked at me in the eye. Somehow he looked worried, so I reassured him through my smile.

“Mingi is … indeed gorgeous,” I finally stated. The crowd went even wilder while Mingi was too stunned to speak. After a while, he finally approached me and asked, “Do you like me?” I was flabbergasted by his question that I found myself brushed his face and said, “I should be the one who ask you that question.”

“I like you,” he stated without any hesitation flashed before his eyes. Meanwhile everybody else froze in silence. I opened my mouth as if I was going to say something but then he added, “I was thinking of a way to properly propose my feeling, but yeah … it just happened like this.”

“Mingi,” Wooyoung shouted. Mingi turned his head then raised his eyebrows up. “You always said you have a girlfriend. How about her?” Wooyoung continued. Mingi immediately covered his mouth as he whispered, “Oh, shit.”

"Oh, Mingi have a girlfriend? I didn't know that. Well, congratulations," I said in such sarcastic tone which only Mingi knew. The rest thought I was being sincere since I smiled.

"I don't—" he stuttered. A girl stood up and shouted, "You're lying, don't you? You always say you have a girlfriend because you can't say no, right?" Wooyoung, who got immersed in Mingi's love business, stood up and responded, "I saw his chat! He really have a girlfriend!" Mingi walked towards Wooyoung to shut him up but then Wooyoung added, "Queen Bae."

“Yo … that’s how you call her?” Hongjoong mocked Mingi followed with claps and loud laugh. Meanwhile, Mingi grabbed Wooyoung by the neck and pressed it tight until Wooyoung whimpered. Mingi dragged Wooyoung around the hall as he yelled, “Who told you it’s okay to say that?! This is so embarrassing!”

“You should be proud for having a girlfriend. Why would you choke me as if you’re cringed by your own doing?“ Wooyoung replied. Mingi spanked his friend’s butt then strangled Wooyoung’s neck using his arm. “I am cringed,” Mingi murmured, took a deep breath, then continued, “And just like I said that day, I’m the one who think of it as a relationship. She don’t. Stop spreading misinfo—“

“Easy, Man. I got it. Why would you take it so seriously— is it because of her?” Wooyoung pointed at me. At this point, everyone already went back to their business which was discussing the lesson in team. I was the only one who got to chill since I was their teaching assistant. Both Wooyoung and Mingi locked his eyes on me which got me confused. Later they approached me. Wooyoung sat right beside me while Mingi sat beside Wooyoung.

“What do you think of him?” Wooyoung suddenly asked. I raised an eyebrow as I got more confused. Mingi pinched Wooyoung’s thigh and gave him a code to go away. Yet Wooyoung just punched Mingi on the chest and said, “You go away!”

“I think … Mingi should focus on studying because honestly … his maximum effort doesn’t even reach other’s bare minimum,” I stated. Wooyoung immediately laughed as he slapped Mingi’s nape over and over again. Mingi pushed Wooyoung away then asked, “How about other things that are not … studying? Am I good?”

“How would she know? Yo … I know you’re quite famous, but she’s busy. She’s not a kind of person who would pay attention on mediocre like you,” Wooyoung uttered. Mingi sighed as he put his palms on his waist. “He’s right. I don’t know you in person, outside the class,” I added. Mingi glared at me, so I had to wink just to make sure we were on the same page. Mingi rolled his eyes and smiled then he escorted Wooyoung to leave me alone.

“Actually, I have a question,” I said right after both of them stood up. They turned around and waited for me to say something. “Does he always call himself … daddy?” I asked as I pointed at Mingi while my eyes stared at the other way. Wooyoung instantly kneeled as he bursted out laughing. He even punched the floor then embraced Mingi’s leg out of nowhere. Later he stated, “Mingi was drunk once—“

“No, hey! Shut up!” Mingi shouted. Yet Wooyoung continued, “He was so high that he started acting thinking he’s some sort kind of a … sugar daddy. He even said stuff like … I have money, more than enough to feed you daily, so you should let me have you.” Mingi aggressively grabbed Wooyoung’s hair and pulled it. I almost stood up and grabbed Mingi’s wrist to stop him, but then I held myself back. Wooyoung whined for a while, but he still continued, “The weird thing was … sugar daddy should’ve stick on the concept of— I don’t know— stuff like … I pay you so you do as I say … you know what I mean? Yet Mingi was full of begging. What kind of sugar daddy who consistently begging for what he wants?” I nodded as an agreement and giggled. “Mingi is seriously stupid, despite how good looking he is, physically,” Wooyoung added. Mingi whimpered then yelled gibberish.

“Don’t believe everything he said. He’s full of bullshit,” Mingi stated. Wooyoung embraced his friend tight and was going to kiss his cheek had San did not come to separate them. “Woo … you’re not here to play. Do your task, for God’s sake,” Hongjoong who was few steps behind San shouted. Wooyoung wheezed as he saluted Hongjoong and replied, “Aye aye, Captain.”

Wooyoung walked towards Hongjoong, leaving Mingi behind. Mingi was going to sit back but San embraced his shoulders and led him to another way. “You too, Bitch. You haven’t work on anything since we arrived here,” San yelled. I watched them from where I sat down and I could not help but to giggled.

Mingi, however, would not even side his eyes on those girls. He would always mind his own business, wore his headset, ate his lunch without looking at his surrounding, and left as soon as he could. He was that cold yet girls at the campus did not give up on him.

There were one time when he got tired of those people chasing him like a trophy. So he singlehandedly left his table and sat right next to me. I could tell that everyone in the room got shocked. I tried to be chill even though I really wanted to smash his shoulder right away. He silently ate his food without opening a conversation. So I did the same, being silence. But eventually, I sensed awkwardness between us and how people secretly paid attention on us. Thus I asked, “How’s campus?”

“Never been better,” he answered sarcastically. Both forced a laugh for a while before Mingi really started laughing for real. I glared at him sharp as he touched his belly. “Oh, this is funny,” he said.

“I didn’t do anything funny,” I replied. His smile gradually faded then he nodded for a couple times before took another bite of his vegetable wrap. “You’re so mean. I mean— I know you’re always this mean, but this is … campus. Are you not afraid of people judging you? Especially … girls?” he whispered as he closed his mouth. I deeply sighed then stated, “This is how I behave, normally. Everyone already knows that. That’s why I always eat alone. But the fact that you sit there … and I let you sit there … is something concerning for a long term. I can let you off this once, but later on … don’t do this—“

“Or what? People are going to question what are we?” he cut me off with questions. I rolled my eyes as a response. “So what’s the answer for that?” he asked. I turned my head aside then raised both of my shoulders up as a sign of not knowing. “We should really think of something to determine what’s going on between us,” he whispered as I stood up. I brought my stuff and left him without saying anything else. Meanwhile he finished his food and followed me not long after.

I could hear his steps catching mine before he finally grabbed my wrist. But when he was going to brought me to another place, bunch of guys surrounded us. They looked at his grip carefully before one of them stated, “You really is that good at messing girls around. What do they mean to you, Mingi?”

“What are you talking about? Get out of my way,” he replied as he rushed to walk out of the crowd. Obviously those guys stopped him and pushed him back to where he stood. One guy even tried to let his grip off me, which at that moment, I was thankful of. “I think you should go. We need a word with this tall good-looking fellas,” the guy said as he gave me way to go. So I walked away without saying anything else or looked back. I just left him alone when I knew exactly what could possibly happen afterward. He also let me go without calling my name. He let himself trapped in an upcoming fight he got sick of. I guessed at that time, our urge to keep our bizarre relationship underground was way bigger than to care for others.

I had no idea what exactly happened after. I hoped he somehow survived the fight as he usually does. But I did not hear from him since then and it got me so anxious that I could not leave the campus when every class and after class session were over. I went to his locker and all of his stuff were still there, yet he was nowhere at the campus. I tried to call him but he did not answer. Instead, I heard his ringtone which means he was nearby. I ran towards the sound and found his phone laid on the street beside a huge litter box used to collect the whole campus’s garbage. My hear skipped a beat, I really thought he was beaten to death so I prepared myself to climb inside when I heard noise from the inside.

“Mingi,” I called. I heard his loud groan before he replied, “Baby, it hurts so much.” I almost screamed when he got up because I thought he was a dead man moving around. I turned my phone’s flash on and that was when I noticed bruises and dirts had covered his entire body. “Holycrap!” I shouted as I began touching his flesh. He immediately whined in pain since the fresh scratches were still wide opened.

“This is a mess. This is the worst among all fight you’ve been into. I knew it—“

“If you knew, why didn’t you save me?!” he shouted before he started sobbing. He covered his face with his dirty palms while I froze like a total loser. I just realized I did have a chance to bring him with me, but I just left him alone to get beaten when I already knew for sure he would not even threw a punch on them. “I rolled myself like a freaking sushi and endure all the kicks without even knowing which girl … I didn’t even know her and I don’t want to know her. So why did I— why am I being thrown in a garbage … shit!” Mingi yelled. I took my coat off and gently covered him in it then I embraced him despite he smelled so bad.

“Do you all seniors always do this? I am … physically … and emotionally … hurt!” he shouted right through my ear. I did not move an inch except for closing my eyes. “I can’t even walk out. People are literally walking around this area a lot. I heard them— I heard it for hours. It’s so shameful to walk out looking like this, you know?” he madly continued and I only responded, “I know.”

“The only weird thing I did today was moving to your table during lunch break and this is what I got? Am I being punished for that?” he whispered. It seemed like he was running out of voice. I gently rubbed his nape and said, “How could you say that? As much as I dislike the idea of you being close to me in public, I’m not going to punish you— or pray for your karma on that.” He pulled himself back then looked at me in the eye for some time. “I smell like shit, am I? I can see it through your face,” he softly spoke. I immediately nodded and replied, “Let’s get you out of here. You have a spare clothes— or jersey you usually wear for sports, right?”

Mingi did not respond and I took that as a no, so I sighed. “Should I also dip myself in that? So we could walk home in similar … aesthetic.” I pointed at the garbage box he was in. Mingi bursted out laughing but then he whined since all of his body were aching. Later he finally got out from the garbage box. The smell spread around so quickly that I had to cover my nose for some time. Meanwhile, Mingi took his phone and checked his notifications which was full of me.

“Are you die?” he read one of my message loud before he turned his head on me. I scrunched my nose and awkwardly giggled. “Seriously?” he asked. I raised my shoulders up and said, “I don’t know. I couldn’t think properly at that time. I can’t reach you and it was … bunch of guys. They’re a lot.”

“And you still had the audacity to left me alone?“ he sarcastically asked with such flat expression. Instead of giving an answer, I grabbed his hand and walked him to the nearest building, sport center.

“At least, you’re okay now,” I stated as we arrived at the bathroom, ladies bathroom. He quickly reached the sink and leaned his upper body on the flat surface surrounds it. He used his palms to support himself although he was trembling. I embraced him and led him towards a cubical then said, “Hey, clean yourself here first. Ladies always provide shower gel in every cubical. Then imma find towel and clothes to wear— my basketball jersey. I hope it’s somewhere around.” When I took a step away, he grabbed me by the shoulder then weakly said, “I need a hand, please.”

“I can’t get wet with you now. Beside … we’re at the campus. For now, just clean— like the visible blood and dirt first. When we get home, I’ll do the rest,” I replied. Mingi smiled and nodded. As soon as he started showering, I ran towards the the other room to find my towel and jersey. It was there, the thing I was looking for. I took it and immediately ran back towards the bathroom. Mingi was whimpering when I entered the bathroom. I stood before his cubical and silently waited while he was in pain. “Mingi, I’m so sorry … for everything,” I murmured. Mingi stopped the shower and opened the door. He took took the towel, slowly dried his skin, then wore the jersey in front of me while I stood in silence. Later he hugged me followed with a long wheeze. “Will I be just fine?” he asked. I immediately nodded and repeated, “Yes yes yes.”

The kiss itself, by the way, was not just a glimpse of two lips touching each other. She deeply pressed her lips on him while her palms gently pulled his nape as she stood by her toes. Because of that, his blood suddenly pumped up and he constantly gulped. Mingi closed his eyes but at the same time he was hesitating. As if he came across his old self who was doubtful and lost. He did not even know where to put his hands, so he just opened his arms wide.

When the kiss finally over, she ran to the elevator pressed the button and giggled all way around. She literally left him stunned at the lobby.

"Your girl's on fire, Bro. You're so lucky," said a guy as he tapped on Mingi's shoulder. That guy continued walking pass Mingi while Mingi stared at the floor emptily and wondered, "My girl?"

"Mingi," she shouted. He immediately looked up. Then he saw her waving and pointing at the elevator. Later he ran towards that direction to catch the elevator that was almost closed while the girl already went inside. “The heck, you didn’t keep the door open for me?” Mingi abruptly asked the moment he saw her leaning on the back. She shook her head then said, “I know you’ll catch up.”

As soon as the elevator closed, she put all of her stuff on the floor then gradually climbed over his body while Mingi supported her by placing his hands under her thigh. She sucked his neck as she exposed his collarbone that was covered by a coat. “Bae—“ Mingi could not even call her properly since his moan instantly consumed all of his voice. He leaned his back on the door.

At that time, he realized that the elevator did not move an inch. Later he reached his pocket, looking for an ID so they could go to the floor where his penthouse exists. His hand were trembling so when he was going to tap the ID, the ID fell instead. “Shit,” he muttered as he gradually kneeled. However she immediately pulled him forward, resulting herself to land on her back while Mingi had to support his body with a palm. Mingi failed to get the ID and yet stuck in a crawling position. “Baby, we’re not yet in the house,” Mingi murmured while his fingers blindly looking for the ID. She did not listened. She just hummed but her lips still busy sucking his thin skin.

Mingi could have use his strength to turn things around, yet he already trembled due to her touch. That is how weak he might become whenever the girl he loves invade his sanity. Nonetheless, Mingi was able to get the ID and slowly tapped it on the panel. The elevator eventually went up to the floor where he lives in.

He threw all her stuff out first then crawled out of elevator. “Ugh, finally,” he whispered before letting her took control over him.

She took his coat off and unbuttoned his shirt in just a minute. Later she tried to strip his pants off but her wrist were grabbed right away. So she back off. Mingi laid on the floor of the alley, panting. His arms were wide opened while his eyes wandered over the LED ceiling that showed bunch of kaleidoscopes. “Baby,” he called through his weak voice. She looked up and replied, “Yeah?” Mingi exhaled before he added, “I remember hearing you say you’re tired. But look how you just— me— I ... ouch!”

All of sudden she threw her body on his chest, causing him to groan out loud. “That was before a giant baby gave me a flower and a hug,” she chuckled before aiming for his lips. Her fingers swayed around then she added, "You pressed the switch and it turn me on— this ... version of me."

Both were laughing out loud as they continued making out. When she finally reduced her tension over his skin, he lifted her up and took her inside, leaving all belongings behind. While he took steps passed the door, she took her clothes off one by one and let it all fell on the floor, making traces of love through the fallen fabrics. The last one was his pants which was pulled off somewhere near the sofa.

He tried to lay her on the sofa but she rolled them over. As the result, Mingi had to land on the carpet with her sitting on his belly. "I still have few strips left," she stated as she used her index to draw three straight lines as illustration of battery level. "If I'm knocked out, please take over," she added. Mingi gently nodded followed with a smile.

She treasured his chest with all her might, leaving him almost breathless altough she did not placed her hand over his neck. His eyes opened wide the moment she touched his. He held his breath as her fingertips softly rub him. Somehow he was too sensitive that day so he got tensed in less than a minute. She almost slipped him inside but Mingi immediately grabbed shoulder to stop her.

"Condom— I put one on that shelf," he whispered as he pointed on a shelf nearby. She went to that shelf and ran back. Without a doubt, she quickly grabbed his and covered it in condom. Then she covered it with herself as she pushed in and start thrusting.

He quickly moaned like a lady. His eyes even went all-white as he bit his lips. She witnessed all that and yet she started massaging his chest. "Geez, you made it look like you're the one who's longing for sex," she chuckled without skipping a beat of her thrust.

"I guess I am," he whispered before he tried to get up. "Why would you tease me like that?" he added. He kept struggling to support his body with the strength he temporarily lose. So he landed on his back over and over again. She eventually pinned him on the floor, moved her body so she could face him close, then said, "Why would you warm my heart like that tho? The flower, the praises, the hug, the giggles, even the I've-been-waiting-for-you story." She caressed his hair and planted a few pecks over his face. "I am a woman, Mingi. If I'm assured that way after a long battle with my hustle routine, how can I not let you taste all of me?" she uttered while Mingi was left speechless. Later she continued thrusting her hips with a smile drawn on her cheeks. Mingi blinked a couple times before he mouthed, "I love you."

She froze right away. But Mingi gradually got his power back. Thus he got up, lifted her up so she could sit on the sofa. They switched their role as he gently thrusted. She embraced his back as he leaned towards her way. Meanwhile, both of his hands tightly grabbed the sofa. Both breathed heavily. For a while, they kept their pace without raising a beat.

“It kicks in,” she whispered. Mingi raised an eyebrow and said, “What? I’m not yet—“

“Fatigue. I might passed out in any minute,” she added as she drew a line on his chest, illustrating a single strip of battery level. “Sorry, you might need to carry … this … alone,” she continued right before she leaned her head on his chest. Mingi softly rubbed her nap, then used his other hand to held her jaw. Later he kissed her plumped lips while thrusting in pianissimo. “Rest well, I’ll keep you safe,” he whispered through her ear. She hummed as she closed her eyes. She looked so relaxed as if she was not in the middle of a sex. Mingi giggled before he wrapped up.

The sofa was wet, so was the carpet. Mingi glanced at it when he threw his used condom to the trash can. “If every drop of mine was here, it only meant one thing. So … she already reached it?” he wondered as his eyes turned towards the girl. “Good for you. Glad you enjoyed it, Baby,” he added as he walked towards the kitchen sink to wash his hands and drank a bottle of water, all of it.

After that, he used the energy he had left to bring her unconscious body to his bed. He covered her fully-naked body with a thick blanket then pecked her forehead. When he walked away, she grabbed his wrist so he turned around. “Did you come out?” she asked with her eyes closed. Mingi immediately giggled then he answered, “Oh, no … I haven’t cum. I lost the moment—“

“I’m so sorry. Maybe tomorrow morning … if I feel better, we can retry … one more … oh, I’m so sleepy right now. Good bye, Mingi,” she rambled. Her grip over his wrist weakened and her hand eventually fell down. Mingi put it back under the blanket as he smiled wide. “Yes, we will,” he whispered. He finally walked out then wore his pants back since that was the only clothes left inside the house. Then he went out to take all belongings they left, including the flower bouquet and all of his clothes. He stared deeply through the flower bouquet when he already went inside. He took some time before he put the bouquet on a chair at the garden.

"Wooyoung Wooyoung ... this is Woo— geez, stop!" Wooyoung also shouted as he threw punches over Mingi's temple. Later Mingi pushed Wooyoung away until he rolled over and fell from the bed. When Wooyoung was going to stand up, Mingi pressed Wooyoung's forehead with the tip of his feet thumb. "Geez, you're so mean!" Wooyoung yelled. Meanwhile, Mingi sticked out his tongue followed with a long wheeze.

"The fuck, Dude, you pick up a fight with a wrong guy," Wooyoung said as he jumped back to the bed. Mingi grabbed Wooyoung's shoulders while Wooyoung tried to grabbed Mingi's arms. Later Mingi just let his hand off, made Wooyoung automatically pulled to Mingi's direction.

"You're the one who picked up the wrong fight, Wooyoung. I don't fight people anymore," he stated. Wooyoung slowly looked up, straight to Mingi's face. Then Mingi pulled the blanket to cover both of them in warmness. Both eventually smiled wide. Wooyoung had an awkward smile, while Mingi was confident.

"Wow, you do have that charm," Wooyoung praised. "Just as the rumour— spread around the campus," he added. Mingi giggled as he stroked Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung went closer as he embraced Mingi's waist, then he said, "Dude, honestly ... I don't know you're this thick."

"I have my own work out routine," Mingi replied while Wooyoung nodded. "Any problem with that?" Mingi asked as his eyes scanned his clingy classmate carefully. Wooyoung shook his head right away and answered, "No. You look good."

“You know what, my girl's also around your height,” Mingi muttered as he placed his wrist on Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung googled then shouted, “You have a girl already? You’re not single?”

“That’s ... kinda complicated,” Mingi answered followed with a deep sigh. Meanwhile, Wooyoung’s jaw dropped in disbelief. He knew for sure that someone like Mingi would be actively involve with woman, but being in relationship was not what he expected. “Let’s say I— uh ... committed my soul for her. She saved my life anyway,” Mingi added. Wooyoung wheezed before he replied, “But she doesn’t want you?”

“She wants me,” Mingi raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “If … she wants me,” he continued. Wooyoung gradually grinned as he leaned closer. He linked his arms over Mingi’s waist then caressed his back softly. “Unrequited love, I see,” Wooyoung commented. Mingi hissed and rolled his eyes as a sign of denial.

"Your girl often do this as well?" Wooyoung asked as he put his leg crossed Mingi's legs. Then he slowly rubbed Mingi's chest until his palm touched Mingi's jaw. Mingi stayed still before he nodded and murmured, "Yeah, I guess?"

"Wow, interesting," Wooyoung commented. His eyes sparked while he stared at Mingi, as if he had a lot of questions for him. "If she's not into you, she wouldn't do that," Wooyoung later stated. Mingi rolled his eyes then replied, "Your point is?"

"She's actually into you. She's just ... denial," Wooyoung spoke then he put his jaw on Mingi's collarbone. Meanwhile, Mingi bursted out laughing like there was no tomorrow. He thought it was the funniest joke he heard that day. Wooyoung joined him giggling.

"This is how you normally behave?" Mingi suddenly asked. Wooyung immediately asked back, "What? What do you mean? What did I do? What do I do now?"

Rather than giving an answer, Mingi brushed Wooyoung's hair then he jokingly spanked Wooyoung's butt. Meanwhile, Wooyoung just put on a pokerface. However, Wooyoung started moaning the moment Mingi squeezed his butt.

"You know you— uh ... become— being weird right now, don't you?" Mingi continuously shook his head as he stuttered a little. Wooyoung blinked several times as he licked his upper lips. "Am I? 'Cause I feel fine. Are you ... feel— uncomfortable?" Wooyoung replied. Mingi slowly shook his head and said, "I'm okay, I don't mind."

"Woohoo, you're such a pro," Wooyoung cheerfully spoke before he snuggled his face on Mingi's arm. "Even I'm flustered by you, you know," he added as he pressed his head deeper.

Later he embraced Mingi's arms after he laid on Mingi. "Can you give me some tips?" Wooyoung asked. Mingi raised an eyebrow in confusion.

All of sudden, the door was opened. Yet both of them did not flinch at all. Instead, they slowly turned their eyes towards the same direction. San, who opened the door, stood on a side in silence. He glared at them for a while before he said, "I thought Mingi only have girl fans."

"Mingi's gonna tell me how to be cool like him," Wooyoung stated. San immediately wheezed then walked inside the room. He sat by the corner then murmured, "Tell me too. I wanna be in love this year."

"What the— you literally date a lot of girls when you're in high school," Wooyoung yelled as he kicked San away. San grabbed Wooyoung's feet and pulled him until he slid down from Mingi's arm. Mingi, however, did not try to hold Wooyoung even when Wooyoung's face landed on his waist. Both San and Mingi bursted out laughing while Wooyoung yelled in gibberish.

"Fuck!" Wooyoung shouted as he tried to uncover himself out of the blanket. The other two laughed even harder until their voice faded. When Wooyoung finally freed himself, he immediately aimed San and strangled his neck. They kept on bickering the moment Mingi's phone ringing. Mingi immediately left the room as he accepted the call.

"Yes, Baby, what's up?" he answered. Both San and Wooyoung froze instantly. They turned their eyes from Mingi then faced each other. "See?" Wooyoung whispered. San nodded right away and said, "I got chills when he said baby."