You were no one, a goody-two-shoes who always played by the rules. When you decided to change yourself and live a little more dangerously you got caught up in Taeminâs trap. He had no use for you and no desire to have you. You were a toy and a time killer. But, he just so happened to have a lot of time and you happened to be his new favorite play thing.
Taemin held his breath and stormed out of the room and into his office. The only thing that was going to make him feel better was feeding, and lots of it. It was the only thing that he could do to force himself to not storm into the room and rip Minho into thousands of pieces and claim you as his own. Â The feeling of overwhelming desire to protect you and replace Minhoâs filthy smell with his own was almost intolerable. The way that it mixed and mingled with your own sweet natural smell was disgusting. But the worst part was only that he could feel Minhoâs aura, and he knew that he was absolutely drunk on you and high on the transfer of feelings of a brother finding a mate. He could distinguish and feel almost every single one of Minhoâs emotions from being around you. Happiness, love, content, lust, desire and pride coursed through him. Everything that Taemin was supposed to be feeling for himself now that he had finally met his mate.
He grit his teeth and ripped open his small blood bank and grabbed the closest blood bag and drained the contents quickly. He threw the empty bag across the room angrily and sat down at his desk. The dark maroon thick blood oozed down his throat making himself feel slightly happier and more content, despite his current situation. He opened his laptop up and began to do some work in hopes of distracting himself. He turned on music and allowed for the sound of the music to flow freely around the room. He didnât want to hear the two of you having fun and he certainly didnât want to think about it either. Forcing himself to walk away from you earlier was like forcing someone to rip out their own teeth.
Watching you have fun with another man, who happened to be his own brother felt like a slow and painful death. He knew he was supposed to feel this way and it would drive him insane until he finally gave in and mated you, but his anger held him back from doing anything about his feelings. He still felt it was very early for him to find his mate but what made him the most upset was that you lingered in the back of his mind. He couldnât get your image out of his head, and nothing that he fed on tasted like you smelled. Â He hated that he was actually beginning to crave you. That he felt like he needed to see you and know that you were okay. That he was beginning to actually care about your well being. Â And cared that there were other men who were a part of your life other than himself.
Being a committed man was never Taeminâs forte and the concept of being with someone for the rest of eternity was completely foreign to him. Â And he had always thought that it was so unfair that destiny or who the fuck ever decided who ended up with who got to make all of the choices on their own. Taemin wouldnât be able to choose his mate, or have feelings for anyone else in the world. It was all decided and for whatever reason he would be paired with a random person like your name was drawn out of a hat. He knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him and yet you two were supposed to just accept each other and skip off into the sunset? It was stupid and totally unreasonable.
But what was even more frustrating and made him want to rip his hair out was the fact that he actually felt like he could be with you. That he knew that things would be happy and peaceful with you in his life and that he knew that he could become a better person for you. No, not that he could but rather that he wanted too.
He closed his eyes and pushed all thoughts of you as far back in his mind as he could and tried to focus on the work that he had in front of himself. An hour was all that he was able to get away with until the sound of your voice brought back all anger that he was able to flood out.
 The kitchen was beautiful and one that you could only ever dream of cooking in. It looked like something that you only saw in magazines or movies. Minho chuckled at your awe and pulled you out of the kitchen and down the hallway into his office.
âCome on, let me show you around a littleâ he said
You didnât say anything back but allowed for him to pull you along as you looked around each room and admired the decorations and artwork that loitered the walls. He pulled you down a long dark hall and opened up a large door. Inside of it sat the most beautiful library and cabinets filled with other worldly looking trinkets that seemed to be many lifetimes older than you. You stepped closer and admired a wooden carved elephant that had very intricate designs carved into the facing. You wanted to reach out and touch it but knew that it was probably worth lots of money and sentimental value. You tilted your head to the side and observed the craftsman ship when Minho came behind you and slipped his arms around your waist. He pulled you back into his chest and he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âThat is from India, do you like it?â he asked you
âItâs beautifulâ you said answering him.
He tilted his head towards you and kissed you softly on the cheek before he walked you over to his desk. There was a large stack of papers tucked into a folder and a leather bound black book sitting in the middle of his giant black desk. There were two computer monitors connected to each other at the corner and his desk chair was large and plush. It looked like a chair that would be fit for the godfather or someone in the white house. Â He guided you around the desk and placed you in front of the chair.
âSitâ he said softly nodding his head down to the chair
You sat down and the leather immediately shaped into your perfect silhouette making you feel like you were sitting on a cloud. You leaned back and closed your eyes as you relaxed into the feeling of the soft chair.
âDonât get too comfortable, donât go to sleep on meâ Minho chuckled and tapped on your forehead.
You giggled at his playfulness and opened your eyes.
âYou know you look good sitting in that chairâ he said
âDo I look like a big boss like you?â you asked playfully
âNo baby, you look like the bossâ he said leaning down close to your ear
You turned your head to look him in the eye and give him a small smile. It felt good to be seen as someone with authority and power from someone who had both. And being called a boss by the man who youâve been hooking up with did turn you on tremendously. He gave you a cooked grin that just read nothing but awful and pleasurable intentions and you licked your lips.
âI have one more place to show you.â He said quietly breaking your hazy moment.
You cleared your throat and stood up from the chair and rounded the desk so you could be on the other side. With all of the sexually charged air around Minho a little space in between the two of you would probably do you some good.
He followed you and pulled you by the arm once more out the door and up the stairs to the second floor. The grand staircase was beautiful and large artworks hung from the walls, showing off the extravagant height of the ceilings. You reached the top and walked down the hallway to a set of double doors. He opened up the door and you found yourself outside of a giant bedroom.
The room was decorated with more priceless trinkets and pieces of art that looked like they came from all over the world. A giant wooden giraffe stood in the middle of the room next to a giant television. There were masks and pictures that decorated the walls that looked like they were from India, China, Cambodia, Africa⊠you name the place and there was probably something in this room from there. There were heavy curtains that framed one wall of the room which had a giant beautiful bay window in the middle. There were couches and chairs in one corner and a giant four post bed with the most soft and comfortable all white bedding. You just wanted to lay down in it and take a proper nap.  You reached out to feel how soft the material actually was and Minho was quick to recognize what you were doing.
âI bet your tired, why donât you lay downâ he offered you
âI couldnât take a nap now thatâs rudeâ you said baffled by his suggestion
âItâs hardly rude I kept you up last night and I⊠well this afternoon has been busy for youâ he said with a cocky grin on his face.
You blushed and looked away from Minhoâs direction hoping that he wouldnât catch the pink tint that definitely overwhelmed your whole face now. How was it that you were still embarrassed talking about sex with him after you both had such a rough quickie in the boutique?
âPlusâŠâ he added and slowly tucked your hair away before placing a feather light kiss on your neck âsomething tells me that youâd look good on my bedâ
You gasped and turned to him to lightly hit him playfully for being so horny and needy all the time, but when you met his eyes your smile dropped. Minho wasnât playing at all, in fact his gazed was hooded and there wasnât a single sign of a smile on his face.
He took advantage of the fact that you were already facing him and he kissed you hard and passionately, almost knocking all of the wind out of your body. He kissed you like he meant it and while it wasnât soft and gentle but rough and needy it seemed like it was more meaningful. Like if he didnât continue to kiss you he would die. You completely turned around to face him and he pulled your body into him as far as he could manage.
Already you could feel how hard he was for you and you moaned at the realization. He pulled away from you at the sound of your moan and looked down at your lips before licking his own and then looking you right in the eyes. He pushed you back on the bed and you fell back with a slight squeal. Minho smiled at your cute startled noise and peeled of his coat. Piece by piece he took off his blazer, dress shirt and undershirt to reveal the most beautiful and defined washboard abs that you had ever seen. Your jaw dropped when you finally saw them for the first time in the light and not under the influence. He walked up to you and climbed over you placing one of his hands next to your head to brace himself and the other grabbed your hand and placed it over his stomach. The used your hand to trace every dip and curve and watched your face as you admired his hard work.
You felt every muscle twitch and stiffen as your wands washed over his body and worshiped his incredibly physique. Minho looked down his chest and watched as your hands skimmed over his cool flesh and worshiped his body.
Any form of tiredness that you had in your body was instantly pushed to the  back of your mind and was replaced with absolute desire to explore and possess the man in front of you. Your fingers ran up from his waist across his chest and rested behind his neck. Minho looked back up at you with a hooded gaze and slowly leaned into your body. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched Minho slowly lean down to envelop your lips with his in a soft kiss.
It was so soft that it startled you. You opened your eyes to look at him and his were shut as he focused solely on the feeling of your lips on his own. Compared to his flirtatious attention on you earlier this seemed so much more than just a kiss. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be swallowed in the feeling of the adoration and gentle love. Minhoâs hand cupped your face as the other took its place on your hip, pulling you closer into him as he quickly flipped over on the bed taking you with him. You clung onto his body as your bodies turned leaving you feeling dizzy.
You sat up and put your hands on his chest to brace yourself and straddled his waist. Minhoâs hands were tracing patterns up and down on your thighs as you giggled and tried to get your bearings straight.
âYou know what I said about you looking like a boss?âŠWell now you really look like the boss babyâ Minho said with a crooked smile
You laughed at his joke and sat back on his hips, making sure that you put pressure on his erection and wiggle a little.
âAnd why should I be your boss?â you asked seductively
Minho raised his eyebrows at your suggestive tone and smiled at you. You smiled to yourself knowing that he was going to take the bait and answer your question. Â He ran his hands up your thighs and up to your hips. He rolled his hips into yours and braced you as you rode his thrusts with a gasp.
âBecause, I love a woman on topâ he said softly as he looked into your eyes.
Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to reply, but quickly shut it and smirked at him. You didnât know what it was about Minho that drove you so crazy but you loved it. Had anyone else made that joke you would have rolled your eyes and scoffed, but when it came from Minho it seemed so sexy and promising. You teasingly rolled your hips over his and Minho let out a hiss before he sat up and pulled your chest against his own.
âDonât tease me babyâ he half begged with a whisper in your ear
He pulled back from him and smirked before you pushed him back down on the bed and climbed  off of his body. You rest to his side as you quickly tried your best to remove his belt and unzip his pants. He raised his hips in anticipation knowing full well what you were about to do.
You pulled down his pants and his boxers at once leaving Minho completely naked in bed while you hovered over him still completely clothed. You looked down on his body and ogled the evidence of all the hard work and exercise that clearly paid off for him. Everything was toned and hard and bulging from his body. You looked up at Minho and he smirked at you while he put his hands behind his head as if he were relaxing at the beach.
You started at his chest and kissed down his toned stomach making sure to leave every inch of his skin marked. Minho laid there with his eyes closed as you had your way with him relishing in the feeling of your touches. You made your way down his body and left subtle bites and licks across his hips making your way down to finally wrap your lips around his red flushed dripping head.
âDonât you fucking dare!â an alarmingly angry and soft voice rang from the door way of Minhoâs room.
You halted in place and slowly turned your head around to see Taemin standing in the doorway. Minho quickly covered himself and moved away from the bed searching for his clothes.
âTae, what are you doing?â he asked with a serious tone
But Taemin didnât budge at all; he just continued to stand there and stared with the most alarmingly angry expression of betrayal that youâd ever seen. He cross the room and grabbed your arm roughly before yanking you off the bed and dragging you out the door.
You were hesitant to follow and confused as to why Taemin was interrupting. You followed him out to the hallway clutching you wrist tight to your chest aware of nothing but the crippling pain that ran up your arm from your wrist. You yelped as the pain became unbearable and the feeling of fire spread through your wrist. No doubt there were already deep dark bruises forming.Â
 âYouâre hurting meâ you whispered and almost cried.
 âSo were even thenâ he scoffed under his breath.Â
 You donât know why he was in such a fucked up mood and where he got off on intruding and why he thought that he was entitled to do so. He stopped at another room and pushed the doors open revealing another office before he pushed you inside and forced you to sit on a couch. It wasnât long after you made it inside that Minho joined the two of you and stood in the door way.Â
 âWhat the fuck!â He hissed at Taemin as he made his way towards you to sit next to you on the couch.
 Taemin blocked his path and pointed to a couch opposite of where yours was. Minho looked over to where he pointed and then looked back to him like he was crazy. He put his hands on his hip and stared back at Taemin refusing to sit down.Â
 âYou said that you werenât interest and that we could do what we wanted!â He yelled at TaeminÂ
âYou think I donât know!â Taemin yelled back.
 The volume of their voices was getting louder by the second and it almost bursted your eardrums.
 âLook if this is about us being affectionate in the house we wonât do it anymore!â You quietly chimes in hoping that, that would be the end of the telling.
You didnât know why Taemin, the one who you caught fucking a girl in a night club would care that the two of you were doing in the privacy of Minhoâs own bedroom, but you were willing to compromise if he felt that strongly about it. Suddenly both men turned towards you both giving you a tired and yet apologetic expression.Â
âThis isnât about thatâ Taemin said at a normal level after he cleared his throatâSo what? What do you want me to do?â Minho asked with his hands up in the air, âHuh?â there was a long pause as Minho stared at Taemin and Taemin just looked back at him like he had done him some sort of injustice. âWe both know that this is too far now! And frankly I donât want to fucking stop!âÂ
Mihho didnât care that he was treading all over the history of his species. He didnât care that Taemin was technically your true mate, because even though he knew it wasnât him he still felt all of the transferred feelings from his brother. And you werenât merely a hook up nor a way to pass time. Minho genuinely liked you now and there was no way that he was going to stop seeing you now that Taemin all of a sudden decided to like you. You were the one who had spent the last 24 hours with him and he was damn proud of that. It was petty but if he had to ask you to choose he would, because he knew exactly you would pick and it sure as fuck wasnât Taemin.Â
âYou know what you have to do!â Taemin said in almost a plea. âDonât make her chooseâŠ. Itâs not going to be the answer that you want! You could take her right now and nothing would change, she would still only see me!â Minho growled.Â
Slowly Minho started to step towards Taemin as he spoke making the two men almost touching chest as he spoke down to him. You watched in anxiety hoping that whatever this was didnât turn into a fight. However, Minho screamed dominance and power as where Taemin seemed to bow down to him and respect what he said to a certain degree. It seemed like a divine power struggle that had less to do with your affection in the house and their own internal struggles.
 âAnd what happens when I claim her, huh? You feel nothing and itâll be like she never existed in your heart. Youâll feel nothing for her other than companionship and how do you think sheâll feel when all of a sudden donât give a single fuck about her?â Taemin said in a half whisper
You suddenly picked up on the mention of a woman and your mind immediately considered that Minho wasnât single after all and you were just some poor side fling. You looked up at Minho and put your arm on his shoulder trying to earn his attention.
âAre you?...Are you already in a relationship?â you asked him terrified of his answer.
He slowly turned to you and cupped your face with his hands, âno, no, no. Iâm not seeing anyone other than youâ he pouted and confirmed
Taemin saw his hands touch your face and your small look of concern wash away with a new look of hope at his words. It made his stomach turn and his blood boil seeing him be able to hold you and you be so fond of it. It was him that was supposed to be doing that. Him. Him. HIM.
âAnd what if I told you y/n, that Minho doesnât care for you at all? What if I said that Iâm the one who cares for you?â He said watching Minho as he slowly withdrew his hands and squeezed his eyes shut âWhat if I said that you were my soulmate? That we are destined to be together for eternity?â now he was watching you as your face contorted into confusion and disgust since you clearly didnât believe what he was telling you. âYou see my brothers and I are undead creatures and we live for a very long time, and each of us has a destined soulmate.â
âTaemin!â Minho shouted as if he was commanding him to be quiet
âYou happen to be mine. And my brother here only feels affection for you because each of us brothers are connected mentally and emotionally.â He laughed as you scowled at his words âAnd the moment that I finally claim you as mine my brother wonât feel anything for you at all. Itâs like youâll have never existed and you werenât significant to him at all. All that youâll have left between the two of you is a platonic friendship.âÂ
Now Minho wasnât watching Taemin anymore but watching your own reaction to what Taemin had to say. He knew that it would be harsh and hard for you to understand, but he also knew that it was the absolute truth. That once Taemin did finally bite you that you would be rightfully his own and he would no longer feel any affection for you other than friendship. Giving you up was something that he had no anticipation of doing but he knew that by trying to pursue you it was also putting the bond of the brotherhood completely on the line. He never wanted to make things difficult and he didnât think that he would feel so strongly towards you so quickly after having spent the night with you. In fact he didnât even think that you would be eager to go home with him at all, and that would have been fine. He would have graciously accepted the denial and gone home alone. But now that he had gotten a taste of you and knew who you were and more of what you liked he didnât want to stop. You drove him crazy and when he touched you he felt like he was high and when he couldnât touch you he felt like his heart was beating slower like you were some drug that he needed in order to stay alive. Like his sole purpose was to love you. But seeing Taemin so upset and clearly now hyped up about claiming you he knew that one way or another Taemin would claim you and his feelings for you would fade quickly. In the end all it would do is hurt you and right now thatâs the last thing that he ever wants to do.Â
He looked up at Taemin and assessed him for a moment thinking âif I feel this way heâs probably even more torn up about what to doâ. If he felt awful about potentially harming you he could only imagine who Taemin must feel now that you were actually involved with one of his brothers. The entire beginning of their relationship would have to start from the betrayal of his brother by claiming you and a betrayal to you by taking away your love and causing you pain. Minho sighed and looked to the ceiling before he finally looked down and focused on Taemin.
âAlrightâŠâ he began speaking to Taemin in a whisper âIâll step down. But Iâm not doing this for you but for her. I donât want to see her absolutely destroyed because of youâ he finished before he turned to speak to you.
 You took one glance between the two men before you turned and bolted out of the office and down the stairs hoping to get away from the men and out of the house to safety. You didnât know why you felt like they were telling the truth, but your body and mind just screamed at you that it was your reality. It was absolutely insane to try to believe and had anyone else told you the same thing youâd think that they were absolutely insane. But this time your body didnât give you a red flag but instead a sort of overwhelming conformation that ran down your spine and spread chills through your body.Â
You took a turn out the door and realized that you were in the country in the middle of nowhere. It was going to be an absolute nightmare trying to find your way out of this place. You looked around for a moment and then sprinted as fast as you could away from the once inviting home. You pushed past the gates and ran through the trees hoping that itâd make you less visible and more able to run away.Â
You were starting to feel more positive and hopeful about your escape when a pair of hands held you tight and pulled you back into a chest. You immediately panicked and screamed at the sudden capture, not noticing anyone behind you mere moments ago. A hand covered your mouth and you looked up to see Taemin holding you firmly in place.
âWell, as fun as this was I hope that you wonât do it again.â He said completely serious. âLetâs get you back inside and we can talkâÂ
That was it for you, you thought whatever life you lived is now over and a new beginning was just around the corner for you if not death. You tried to scream and bite Taeminâs palm in hopes that he would let you go, but in only a matter of seconds you were standing back inside of his office again where Minho now sat on the couch with his fingers pinching his nose bridge.Â
 âWhat the fuck?â you asked completely freaked out and near a state of hyperventilation
