Treat me nice, talk to me with that whiskey breath
Twirl me twice, I'll treat you like a holiday
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The sun beams onto my face, forcing me awake. I squint as I become aware of the situation in front of me.

My gaze first goes to my curtain that I forgot to close fully last night. A stream of light peaking through the unmet curtains. I was about to turn around from my position, in which I was laying flat on my back—eyes following my hand and the head of hair that it gets lost in.

Minho fully splayed across my body, leg hooking with mine and head on my chest. Comfortably accepted the little spoon position last night. I didn't want to move, didn't want to wake him but mostly wanted to watch him sleep for a moment longer.

I couldn't see his face but this sight was enough. The feeling added to, how he held me tightly even when he was lost in his dreams. Was he dreaming of me?

I was all too aware of his hand under my sweatshirt, holding onto my naked waist like he depended on it. This should send me running. A month ago I would've. I would have ran and never looked back, it would hurt but I would make any excuse for my reasoning behind it.

Now, I wasn't scared but more worried. When I woke up I wasn't sure where his mind would be or what he would expect of me.

My thoughts must've woken him, causing him to stir a bit in my arms and look up at me with a slight scrunch in his nose as the sun hit his face so suddenly.

I smile, and my worries soon wash away as I say "Morning sleepy head" My voice is hoarse and Minho hums, smiling suddenly as he pulls away and stretches out his body, taking over most of my bed as he does so. Shamelessly letting his leg fall onto mine once again.

I shake my head and sit up, back now facing where he lies in my bed as I grab my phone from the charger and check the time.

I never thought Minho was much of a late sleeper but it was nearing noon and here he was. In my bed with messy hair and swollen lips from either his sleep or the fact he couldn't keep them to himself last night.

I put my phone back and stand up, my turn to stretch as I groan at my tense muscles. Ignoring the lingering eyes but hearing him ask "Where are you going?" He finally speaks.

I look down to where he continues to lay, not looking like he wants to leave the safety of my bed... or room.

"To shower, I have work in an hour" I pull my sweatshirt over and off my body, the apartment warm or maybe it was just my room.

"Damn, I missed this sight" I roll my eyes now fully aware Minho would check me out every time he came to the pool. I mean, I am hot so I don't blame him.

I throw my shirt at him and his laughter erupts through my room. Almost making my knees go weak and about to call in before I crawl back into bed, let me be honest that sounds great but I wasn't down that bad.

I turn around and go to my dresser, digging for something to wear, and when I walk away I look at him as he watches me so intently, "When I get back you better be out of my room" I order but he doesn't take it seriously as he smiles largely and sends me a wink before I walk out of the room.

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The second I step foot out of the restroom my brows furrow as spot Minho who leans his forearms onto the island and is attention on his phone.

I walk closer, entering the kitchen, and see his usual green smoothie beside him—half drunken. My presence made him stand up from his position, and turn to look at me but I was quick to turn away. Shy all of a sudden.

Making my coffee and as I watch the dark liquid fill up the mug, I lean my palms onto the counter and my mind keeps replaying last night's events. Feeling his eyes on me now made my body hot.

I knew what I was getting into, in a weird way this feeling felt nice. Yes, there was fear behind it all but this giddiness—made me feel like a high school girl, it was new... it was nice.

I grab the warm mug into my hands and turn around, looking up to meet his amused gaze, my brows raise "So..." He finally speaks to me after staring me down.

"So?" I question his words. I thought he would have a lot more to say but since we woke up he's barely said a simple sentence.

Minho shrugs, no longer smug but serious, "I know you don't like titles but where do we stand?" He finally asks what he's probably been wanting to ask me.

I felt myself pause, thinking for a split second but I pushed it away. The impending panic. I look around before looking at him and jokingly say "The kitchen"

The tension in his body leaves and he laughs loudly, making me smile and walk to him. I put my mug down on the counter beside him before I looked up to meet his eyes.

I did hate titles. Situationships. Boyfriends. Fuck buddies. All the above. It felt like a trap, I don't want to be trapped.

My hands run up his t-shirt, my hands on his skin and I watch him inhale deeply as I lean in to kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss immediately, giving in and his hands go to my jaw.

The kiss wasn't long, it wasn't desperate, and it sure as hell felt a lot like something I should be afraid of.

I pull away and he stares at me intensely as I say "Where do you think we stand?"

My words bring an unwanted smile onto his face, I could tell he tried to suppress it but failed. I grab onto his hands and pull them away from my face before grabbing my mug full of coffee.

The sound of footsteps becomes apparent as I walk out of the kitchen and look to Georgia who walks towards the kitchen, "Good morning" I greet her randomly, walking into my room to finish getting ready.

I didn't miss the way she gave me an odd look. Possibly wondering why I was suddenly in a good mood.

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Brown bag in hand, I enter the apartment which is once again quiet. I was starting to regret my want in taking in more hours at the bakery. I no longer wanted to avoid Minho but strangely, I wanted more time with him.

As I removed my shoes, I noticed Jeongin was home tonight and we were not alone. I guess no teasing, shame.

I walk towards my room but it wasn't the room in particular that I was heading towards. It was Minho's. I send a soft knock and his gentle voice welcomes me "Come in" He calls out.

Allowing me into his room and I shut the door behind me, my feet pad across the wooden floor as I walk to his bed—sitting at the edge. I gaze at Minho as we walks out of his closet, my room didn't have one but it was because I preferred more room space, his room was much smaller because of it.

"Whatcha got there?" He questions the bag in my hands and he walks closer to me. I shrug and hold out the brown bag for him to take and he does. He gives me a skeptical look before opening it and his lips form a small smile before looking down at me again "Thinking of me?"

I roll my eyes as the heat finds my cheeks, "Margaret was about to throw it out" I lie.

He smirks "Just one?"

I hum and he chuckles loudly before leaning down and capturing my lips in his. I find myself lying back and Minho chases my lips, hovering over me. His hand runs up my side, under my sweater and fire ignites onto my skin.

Minho pulls away, his eyes asking me for more and I sit up, comfortable with him. I reach behind my neck and grab the collar of my sweater, pulling it over my body and letting the coolness of the air around us hit my body.

Minho straddles my waist, grabs my jaw, and kisses me again. My tongue tangles with his and he groans at the fact I'm not giving him full access to my mouth.

His lips left mine, seemingly urgent to make me feel what he was feeling. Desperate possibly. His lips are on my left cheek and down to my ear, making his way to my neck where he sucks and licks my skin. Hungry.

I suppress my sounds, annoying him but he only goes further. Licking up my neck and that's when I knew he was going to try more, making me chuckle lowly. Pulling away I interrupt "We can't, Jeongin's here"

Minho looks at me, a sad puppy on my lap, he groans and falls beside me. Lying on his back and sighing loudly at the ceiling.

I lay back down, turning to face him as my fingers subconsciously ran up and down his arm. I notice his deep inhale at the simple gesture. "Who was your bi awakening?" I ask suddenly, curious.

"You" Minho answers immediately.

My brows push together "Huh?"

Finally, he looks at me as I prop my head into my hand and he lets out a breathy chuckle "Yeah" He says, "When Chan introduced us at that party end of freshman year"

I pull my hand back and inhale lightly "Oh" I said pathetically, "I didn't realize you had a thing for me all this time"

He shrugs "Wouldn't have changed much. I didn't understand it for a while and honestly, I didn't want to act on it... until I did" I knew what talking about.

"That night..." I start and contemplate before saying "Chan told me you were going to take me home, I got confused when Hyunjin met me out front and said he was" I tell him, "Mostly, I was confused about why Chan would ask him because he had been drinking making us both end up walking" This makes Minho laugh lightly before looking away.

I scoot closer and place my chin on his shoulder, staring at him and he looks at me curiously. I don't say anything, I just stare.

There was this look in his eyes. Sadness, I knew it all too well. Something was eating at him. This was eating at him. He was unsure.

I prop myself onto my elbow again, but also closing the distance between us. Kissing him, slowly. A simple kiss but it felt more than simple. It was real, raw, and consuming.

I pull away "I like you Minho, a lot" I reassure him.

"Yeah?" I nod and he smiles, kissing me again before wrapping his arm around my body and switching our positions to where he was once again hovering over me.

I finally give him what he wants, full access to my mouth and he hums. I wanted to get lost in him. His touch and his presence. Yes, I was fucking terrified of this but the want and the need were much more bigger.

I couldn't run from this, from him.

It was my turn to run my hands up his shirt, now not liking how I was the only one exposed. Gripping his hips—this makes his lower body meet mine, causing me to let out a low moan from the sudden friction.

Look, I haven't been sexually active in some time, okay, I'm sensitive. This only awakens more out of Minho, his low chuckle escapes his lips between the kiss and he pulls away and I only see pure lust.

My hands go to his chest, pushing him away softly "Minho, Jeongin is here" I say but my body wants all of him. Good thing I was self-restraint, sorta.

Minho leans down to my ear as he rolls his hips "I don't give a fuck anymore Ji, I want you" He practically moans. Now I wanted to know how long he's been without. From the looks of it, more than his liking.

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I'm not evil now, not entirely, and definitely not to the ones I like. I run my hands down his chest, still clothed sadly. Finding the sweats he wore but I don't make the effort to fully find out what his dick felt like in my hands.

Instead, I rub him through his sweats and he crumbles immediately. "Shit" He curses lowly into my neck, keeping himself up.

I shush him and my hand halts, "Only if you be quiet"

He nods vigorously, pulling away from my neck and he looks me in the eyes "I'll be quiet" Fuck, he was so excited, I could see it and I definitely could feel it.

He deserves this, I put my hand on his shoulder, slightly pushing it and he understands. Getting off my and lying down, he watches me closely.

My eyes ate him up, he was such eye candy. Especially now, needy for me to simply touch him. His plain white t-shirt rides up and exposes his toned chest.

My fingers go straight to the exposed skin, grazing the exposed hip bone and he inhales "Ji, stop teasing me. You know I've been wanting you for a long time now"

I chuckle, I was having a great time. I don't need him to pleasure me. This was good for me.

I grab his waistband and pull down his sweats. I swallow harshly at the sight of him. Maybe this wasn't good for me, maybe I did in fact want it all tonight.

I don't show him how turned on I just got, grabbing his thick cock in my hands and pumping him. In the corner of my eyes, I could see his stomach muscles flex at my actions and he hums lowly, holding in the sounds he was so desperately wants to release.

His breathing was heavy and I pump his dick fast I knew this felt good for him, but I didn't want good. I wanted great. I wanted mind-blowing. I need him to look at me and think about all the pleasure I give him that nobody else could. I wanted to send him straight over the fucking edge.

My hand left him the second I made my mind up. Before he could question me, I was getting closer, leaning down and taking him in my mouth. All of him because I was an overachiever and maybe I also wanted to make him proud.

Truthfully if I'm being honest, the thought that Krystal had him like this sends me into pure rage. I needed to be better than her.

A loud moan echoes into his room and I knew just now, that I was better. His finger runs through my hair and he curses, no longer quiet but loud as I suck his dick.

"Fuck, Ji, I think I dreamed about this before," He says lowly, making me look at him as he throws his head back. I moan intentionally before he fills my mouth with unwanted cum. Anything for him I guess.

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He didn't seem out of energy. Not like I just pleasured him and sent him into another dimension for a second.

No, he sits up and he pulls his sweat back on before kissing me. In seconds I was on his lap, making out with him again before he pulled away and he did his usual staring like I was the person he adored the most.

His thumb gently grazes my lips, almost in awe as he watches his movements. So I give more of a show. Opening my mouth he slips it in like nothing. This felt like some porno now, not mad about it.

He pulls his thumb away before grabbing the back of my head and kissing me once more. His hands wander, a little too close to certain places and I pull away this time with a small chuckle "Don't get ahead of yourself"

I get off of him as he says "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't return the favor?"

I just smile at him "A lucky one" I say and he rolls his eyes making me say "Some other time" I lay back down on my stomach and grab my phone that slipped out of my pocket.

Minho gets off the bed "I'm gonna head outside to smoke, wait for me in here?"

I look over my shoulder and watch as he grabs his hoodie and puts it on. "Just smoke out the window, I don't give a shit about the stuff" I look away and look back at my phone. Minho had gone quiet and this made me look over at him again "Unless you want time away from me, I'll go to my room"

Minho groans "Shut up," He says, making me smile "You're not leaving my room"

I sit up and face him, abandoning my phone "Huh, who made that rule?"

"Me," Minho said, "Right after you sucked my dick"

I was speechless for a second. I scoffed out a chuckle and he chuckled at me, "You have a dirty mouth sir" I joked, I'm the last person to talk about a bad mouth.

Minho shakes his head with a smile on his face, grabs something off his desk, and walks towards the window, opening it before lighting his blunt.

I throw myself back and groan as I stretch out on his large bed, "Your bed is a lot comforter than mine, trade?" I look over at him by the window.

Minho looks at me after blowing the smoke out and says "You could sleep in my bed all you want and whenever you want" He welcomes me happily.

I don't reply, only get up and off his bed that he so openly invited me into. Walking towards the record player in the corner of the room and I didn't bother to look at was Vinyl was there before I turned it on and it filled the room lightly.

"Last night you told me that I didn't need to act perfect around you, I said I wouldn't hide" I turned to face him and nod, listening "I never had a lot of confidence growing up. Hyunjin was my first real friend and so I never wanted to screw that up" He smokes and talks without much emotion on his face, I walk to him "Moving here was hard for me, it was new and I'm not good with new. I became friends with everyone I saw because I thought that would make me feel better--make me feel like I belong somewhere"

I don't interrupt him, I just listen because I know that is what he needs right now. Someone to listen for once. To be heard and not to be judged.

"I surround myself with people because I feel really lonely and last year when you and Hyunjin first started hooking up I distanced myself from all of that and that's when I realized that they don't make me happier or feel better at all. If anything they just momentarily distract me from the inevitable feeling that always came back when I was alone"

I frown "Minho, I didn't--"

He shakes his head and puts his blunt out as he says "They don't know me, that's what I realized. They don't know that I stay up most nights because I can't sleep. They don't know that the cold weather makes me stay up even later because I yearn for warmth and they don't know that I'm terrified of thunderstorms and they sure as hell don't know I have a green smoothie every morning" He chuckles as he stares at me, I smile and he inhales deeply, "They never made me feel comfortable enough to share any of that, to share any of who I really am"

"Hopefully I make you comfortable enough"

Minho places his cold hand on my cheek and says "Only if you show me all of your imperfections as well"

I swallow harshly "I think you've come face-to-face with my biggest one. It's hard to hide" I joke but deep down it wasn't funny.

Minho doesn't smile or laugh, he just brings me into a slow short kiss before pulling away "You don't see me running"

I bite my bottom lip and smile shyly, walking away and throwing myself on his bed. I was becoming shy. Fuck. "I call the left side" I announce, wanting to change the topic.

[Song rec - If You Lie Down With Me
by Lana Del Rey]