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  Seeing as how Minseok had let you off the hook (big time) yesterday, you decided to look extra stunning tonight. Well, as extra as one can look in yet another black dress; a formfitting, spaghetti-strapped number that stopped just below your knees. The extra? A slit on the left side, running all the way up your thigh, ending just below your pelvic bone, a bit of va-va-voom. The sophisticated baby - these looks always score points with Min. And it does tonight as well:

“I was going to joke about how well you cleaned up, but I can’t - you look marvelous.” he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. It almost brought a flush to your cheeks as you knew he wasn’t just paying you a cop-out compliment, but really meant it.

“Thank you, Min”,you say, shooting him a smile while putting on your seatbelt. “I thought I’d put my soul into my outfit tonight”. Nodding towards your thigh you smile “Bonus point: it makes it easier for me to walk”.

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be doing much walking today, baby”, he replies without taking his eyes off the road.

The wheels in your head start turning, wondering... But then again, you are sitting down while you eat, so you won’t be walking much. Yeah, that makes sense.

“So were you surprised yesterday; that I didn’t reprimand you?” He looks at you with a curious expression.

“ME-GA!” You’re a bit embarrassed he’s brought it up, but also relieved, so you can apologize, get it out of the way so to speak. “Mega surprised, ‘cus I was-”

“Language”, he interjects. He hated that “word”.

“I’m sorry. Mega surprised because I was...way out of line. SO out of line!” you emphasize the words with gestures “I’m horrified, I was horrific, yes I’m horrific..!”. You slap your hands on your cheeks for comical effect - exactly the type of thing Min finds amusing. And it does make him laugh:

“Aigoo..! Calm down, crazy girl..! No, you were so mortified yesterday, and I didn’t see much point in doing it; my father taught me that it’s better to scold someone when they’re sober. When they’re one hundred percent present.”

You become tense, like those impala waiting for the cheetah to jump. This makes sense. Still looking ahead Minseok puts his hand on your thigh, letting his fingers disappear under the slit of your dress and slowly squeezes.

With his hand on the back of the passenger seat for support, he turns around and looks at you, a dull expresssion on his face: “You’re acting like a child.”

”Don’t you mean brat?”, you try to tease.

He sits back down “No, child.”

Well that was a bust, you think-mumble to yourself. But you’re starting to get tired anyway, so leaning on the cool window you quiet down and doze off.

“You’re taking me home?” you frown, pulled out of sleep by an incline that has your head rolling back.

“Well...I’m not having you be seen like this at my place” he says in a lax tone while turning in to your driveway. Always the gentleman he opens the car door and hold his hand out “Come on then, let’s get you to bed.”

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  The turning of the lock wakes you up. Well, it nudges you in the direction, at least. Slowly getting your bearings, remembering just how out of line your obstinate ass had been, hearing his footsteps come closer...that wakes you up.

Peering through your fingers, deciding if you should pretend to be asleep or not, you see his head pop into the room (with a smile?): "I know you’re not asleep...Are we feeling a bit embarrassed? You were in quite the state earlier. " He sits down, leaning back on the edge of the bed.

You cover your eyes with your arm and whine "I think I still am...".

"It's not that bad. You look like a little bunny curled up like that".

"When the bunnie’s roadkill maybe...". He let's out that hearty Minseok laughter, making you feel so grateful he's not scolding you about your daytime dramatics.

"Aigoo..!” he exclaims in true Minseok fashion, “Come here, get some KC, I gotta run.”   

“You’re not done?”, you turn 180, and snuggle up against his chest “I thought you had a slow day, with this urban guerilla-outfit going on.” You feel his breath on your lashes when he chuckles. “I did...” he says, kissing you on top of the head, making you scrunch with satisfaction “...but someone decided she was big enough to go play outside by herself, and daddy had to come get her. I had to push a meeting back ‘til...” he looks at his wrist watch “...now actually”. He untangles himself and looks down at your frowny face. “You reap what you sow. I’ll be out late, so I won’t call you to say goodnight. No need to pout - we’ll go out tomorrow.”

Both your spirits and eyes are lifted “We will..?”