Baby be my pretty boy
Can you be my pretty toy?
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"Ji~" I look over my shoulder to see Georgia jogging up to me, "Have any plans tonight?"

"I have a shift at the bakery but after I'm all yours" I offer and she smiles at me with a nod.

"Okay good, I wanted to make bracelets tonight," She says randomly as we walk.

My brows pull together "Your reasoning behind this?"

Georgia shrugs "Oh well you know"

"I don't"

She scoffs "Fine, to claim Chan as mine before his frat throws the biggest Halloween party this year" I laugh loudly at her possessiveness.

Last year another Frat won Best Halloween Party, a student acclaimed title. Chan's frat didn't like this and so they had been planning for this year's party for months. All of the frat row throws parties and I guess it's who has the most buzz surrounding it.

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I walk back towards the counter after my short break, looking up as I watch a male approach. "Hey, Um—I know this is random but I'll beat myself up later if I didn't ask—" My brows raise slightly, "Can I have your number?"

I was taken aback by the sudden question, "Oh—"

I felt a hand on the back of my arm and Margaret spoke "Sorry son, we're really busy tonight and Jisung here is in a long-standing relationship" We watched the male grow nervous and apologize before quickly leaving the bakery.

I turn to her and cross my arms as I lean against the counter, "I'm not in a relationship"

She rolls her eyes "Did you want the boy's number?"

"Well no—"

"Okay, you're welcome," She says with a smile, "And please don't deem me oblivious, you've been in a good mood because of a certain brunette who hasn't been coming by for his usual study session with another certain girl" She raises her brows, acting like she knows all about me.

I simply scoff and turn around, getting back to work because truthfully I had nothing more to say. Was she right? Maybe but we weren't dating. I don't date.

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"What makes you think a bracelet with your name on it will keep other girls away?" I ask, genuinely curious. Personally, I think if a guy is a cheater, they will cheat no matter the situation.

Georgia organized her beads in front of her, making sure they were in perfect order before she started. Her short auburn hair was half clipped up in hopes of pushing it away from her face "I don't think it will" I furrow my brows and she looks at me with an evil smile "It will only show what girls will try to get with a guy that's off limits"

I snort, stifling a laugh "So a trap?"

She nods "Exactly, then I go in for the kill" She looks down and grabs the string, ready to start making the bracelet for her boyfriend.

I looked down at the beads and I kinda didn't get why we did this on her bed. The beads kept rolling everywhere. I pondered the idea and it felt childish to do, all of this did but I fought against it.

For the next hour, I picked out beads and made a bracelet that a month ago I would look at and internally gag. I don't know what motivated me to do this.

As Georgia finished up she leaned over to look at mine and hummed "Why that?" I shrug and I tie the bracelet.

"Inside joke" I simply said and she pulled away, not asking further questions. That's what she did, she never dug further and that's why we were still friends and I don't completely run from her. She didn't go deep, she was fun and unserious.

"I was thinking about Halloween, mostly what I should go as but then I started thinking about what you should be—"

I look at her "I never said I was going"

"As I saying, you should go as an angel" She finishes with a certain look "Because wouldn't that be ironic"

I roll my eyes "Remind me to never give you details on my sex life again" I say with regret, yes I have told Georgia a very dirty thing Hyunjin and I did. Like I said, I regret it.

She laughs, "I think it would be hot"

"I never agreed" I remind her.

"Please~" She sings and I shake my head and smile at her. Georgia was a handful but she's my best friend.

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My ears perk up the second I hear the front door, getting up and out of my room where Minho walks towards his, "Someone's eager to see me" He half-jokes. The smell of weed lingered on him.

I followed him into his room without a word, I felt like a shy kid. A lost puppy. Someone who was suddenly craving for another's attention.

I stand by his door as he shuts it and walks away, dropping his phone on his nightstand before pulling his hoodie off. He switches on his lamp and it illuminates the room.

I chose to step closer "Some guy asked for my number today," I say, wanting some reaction. Maybe that was bad but I wanted to see his slight jealousy. To see that after spending all day away from each other he still wanted me and my uncertainty.

He turns around and looks at me "Yeah?"

I nod "Margaret ended it, and told him I needed to get to work" I only told him what I felt was necessary. Who am I kidding, I don't need to tell him this at all.

He walked to me and soon he was standing before me "I like Margaret" He told me. Not jealous but content? Leaning down and kissing me softly.

I fidget with the bracelet in my hands and Minho pulls away, looking down. "Here, I made this" I hand it to him and he takes it, reading it.

Lucky Star.

It wasn't so on the nose but it was personal. It was something nobody else would understand, just us. Just him.

I watch as he slips it onto his wrist and sighs loudly, "Fuck Ji," He meets my eyes, "You're so cute" Minho says to me before grabbing the back of my neck and kissing me, this time more poured into it.

Kissing Minho made me want to run. Not because it seemed easy but because I knew this would hurt. The more I spent with him I became more aware of how much this would hurt if it went wrong.

We moved with the kiss, walking me backward until my legs came in contact with the bed—sending me down and he followed. His lips never leave mine.

Deep and sensual, his tongue roams my mouth and I soak in it, making his hum lowly with satisfaction. My hand ran up his shirt and along his back, muscle flexing under my touch.

Minho pulls away, "Please tell me you want that favor now"

I shake my head "No" I tell him and his brows furrow, "I want all of you" I say, making him swallow harshly.

I'm not sure if Minho has ever been with a guy, he did say I was his bisexual awakening but I was a bit afraid to ask if he explored it more with other males.

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All I could say was he acted as if he was experienced. Never missing a beat. Taking off my clothes and ridding his. The touches of his lips on my skin sent a fire along my body. Bubbling excitement that only made me squirm.

My fingertips traced all of the ridges of his muscles as he kissed me, kissing my neck and I knew there was no hiding these marks tomorrow but right now I didn't care.

Pulling away—kneeled on either side of my waist and the sight nearly took my breath away, Minho in all his glory. His muscles flex under the dim lighting and I sit up, running my hands up his naked torso while his hands find mine. Grabbing them and leaning in to place a simple kiss on the palm of each.

There wasn't much words getting exchanges but I think that's because we didn't need them. Every time I met his eyes I knew what I needed to. His gentle touches and his occasional smiles. None of this was rushed, it wasn't drawn out either. We just enjoyed each other.

My hands go to his waistband and he licks his lips, I pull them down and before I can get ahold of him I am sent back to my previous position. Minho pushes me and I chuckle with a smirk.

"Can I not touch you now?"

"You already did" I roll my eyes and his lips graze mine but he doesn't kiss me, "But now it's my turn"

I push his shoulder and grab his jaw, looking him in the eyes "I don't want you to touch me Minho, I want you to fuck me now be a big boy and do it"

Maybe all I needed was to say it out loud because something seemed to change within the male that I was so desperate for now.

Pulling away from me as he clicks his tongue. He drinks me in before shaking his head and fully removing himself from the bed I was going to question him until he grabbed my waist harshly, turning me around like I was nothing.

I did have to give thanks for all his early gym sessions. I was nothing compared to him, he could toss me around all he wanted... I mean that with all innocence.

I look over my shoulder and I get up on elbows, a glare on my face but deep down I was giggling like a school girl.

"You see Ji, I wanted to play nice. I wanted to be gentle and to take all the time with you because I felt I owed that to you" I furrow my brows but he doesn't look at me, his eyes run down my naked back and to my still-clothed ass. "But maybe I should just do what I really have been wanting to over the years"

"What's that?"

His eyes flicker to mine before he grabs my hips again, pressing his hand onto my back and forcing me to arch in front of him "To fuck you senseless"

My mouth suddenly started watering. I know I shouldn't think about it but I did, Hyunjin was good in bed but he wasn't great. Just the look in Minho's eyes, I knew he was great.

"Can I do that?" He asks and I nod, looking away and laying my head down and allowing my body to naturally flow into an arch. Feeling his hum lowly before running his hands down my back, feeling the shape of me. "Fuck, I get it" I don't question him and before I knew it I was naked, fully before him.

I don't feel uncomfortable or nervous. Honestly, I wanted this since he kissed me the first time. Only now I felt a lot more for him.

"You know, I was so jealous" I furrow my brows, turn my head, and look at him "Every time I went to a party and you were with him, I wished so badly you would leave with me and I could touch you the way he did"

"You touch me better," I tell him and he smiles at me, grabbing something and my eyes focus on it. Watching as he lathers his fingers with the thick liquid.

"I touch you better" He mutters under his breath, "Good" One finger enters me and my eyes squeeze shut from the sudden discomfort, "I don't ever want someone to touch you better than me—I don't want anyone to touch you at all, point-blank period" His words stern and I don't say anything, more focused on his movement but he didn't seem to like that, removing it and saying "Understand?"

"Yes," I say loudly, "I get it, you want me all to yourself" I look over my shoulder "You need to get in line Minho, a lot of people want that"

Minho chuckles bitterly, before skipping two fingers and adding three. Making me slam my face into the bed and moaning loudly, his long fingers touching a place that was driving me crazy.

"No," He says, removing his fingers "I don't think you understand me Ji" I get back up onto my elbows and I feel dizzy. Still, Minho doesn't give up.

His hands were on my ass now, running up to my hips and I felt him now. His dick teases me and I force back a whine. I held a lot back. Like ruining his fantasy.

"Minho," I say, "Please"

"Please?"

I roll my eyes and bite my tongue before saying "Please fuck me" I look over my shoulder "Fuck me and I'm all yours" I offer and he swallows harshly. Nobody plays this game better than me.

The second the words set in, he smirks "No takebacks"   I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. I watch him take his dick in his hands, pumping it and I could salivate at the sight.

I could tell myself that I was prepared but I wasn't. The second he slowly pushed into me I was a mess. My arms stretched out before me as I moaned, gripping at the blanket. "Fuck~" My brows push together.

Minho's hands meet with the bed on either side of my head, slowly pulling out before his hips meet my skin again. My moans mix with his. His hot breath fans over my shoulder before he leans down and kisses my ear "Ji, you feel so good"

I turned my head to look at him and the pleasure on his face was much more than the other night. Making me lean in and kiss him as his pace fastens.

His tongue glided along mine and we both couldn't stop from moaning and breathing heavily, making him fully pull away after giving my shoulder a small peck. He gets up and his hands go to my lower back, forcing me to arch more as he drags out his thrust before slamming back into me.

My head falls forward once again, "Fuck, Minho" I felt my throat strip as he fucks me into another dimension. No literately, I don't think I was still on earth.

I was so close, I felt it but it all came to a halt because Minho fully pulled out. I whine with no care, only to be rolled onto my back and he climbs on top of me.

I bite at my bottom lip, smiling as I allow him between my legs—wrapping my arms around his neck as I bring him in for a kiss. It was sloppy and short-lived because the second he entered me again I was a moaning mess. I don't know how this didn't happen sooner, he was holding out on me. 

My head falls back as he fucks me good, his lips on my neck. "Let me fuck you every day" He smiles against my skin. Reveling in the feeling of me wrapped around him.

I grab his face "Then everyone will really question my good mood" Minho laughs before kissing my lips, I break away "I'm close"

"I know" He kisses my cheek and my ear, and he whispers "Me too baby" In seconds my eyes roll back as I allow myself to paint our sweaty skin before I am filled.

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I lay there, exhausted but mostly in a daze. Minho pulls out before lying beside me. I turn my head to look at him.

"Baby?" I question his words to me. A name I've been called but also never let anyone call me anything other than my name.

Minho doesn't say anything he just nods, his hand pushing away the hair in my face. I liked that he didn't explain himself. He didn't allow me to overthink this.

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The alarm blares, forcing me to sit up in a panic. I'm fucked.

I push away from Minho's heavy body that tried to pull me closer but I have no time. The second my feet hit the cold floor and I stood up, pain shoots up my back and I wince. Ignoring the sudden pain as I grab my phone from the floor and turn off the alarm to see I was in fact about to be late for work and Margaret has been on my ass about being on time.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I mutter as I scram around the room, retrieving my clothes that had no reason being tossed to different corners of Minho's room. Last night I had no complaints.

Minho groans loudly and I look at him as I put on my sweats, he stretched his body out like a kid who had the best sleep of his life.

"Where are you going?" His lips have a prominent pout, disliking how I was leaving so in a hurry.

"Work" I grab my shirt from the floor and walk out of his room, still ignoring the uncomfortable feeling I had all over my body.

I haven't slept with anyone for almost over a year now and last night we both acted starved. Three times. I just couldn't get enough of Minho, he was so good in bed.

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I walk out of my room, fully dressed and confused as to why I smelt coffee. Walking into the kitchen knowing I was already late and should be leaving but instead, I look to Minho grabbing the mug from the coffee maker, and turn to look at me. Caught.

Minho smiles at me as he hands over the coffee-filled mug. "For me?" I question, a smug look on my face.

He doesn't respond with words, instead, he leans in and captures my lips. I pull away and squint at him, he seems different today, but I don't point it out.

I take a sip of the coffee before turning around, opening the cabinet, and grabbing a plate before walking towards the island, grabbing an apple from the center bowl filled with assorted fruits that I'm assuming Minho bought.

Putting the mug down and opening the drawer to grab a knife. As I start to cut the apple, the feeling of hands wraps around me.

I now knew what was different. Minho was more touchy. He didn't overthink his actions, he just did them subconsciously because he wanted to. Because he felt comfortable enough to show this side of himself. The needy and clingy side.

His lips attached to the nape of my neck, "Will I see you tonight?" He asked me, I knew he meant if I would sleep in his room again.

I hum "Not sure" I continue to cut the apple, acting like he didn't affect me. He does.

Minho's hands find their way under my sweater, getting alarmingly close to the waistband of my jeans. "Can I..." The tip of his finger inch slowly into my jeans "See you—" The sound of keys and soon the opening and closing of the front door pulls Minho away from me with a loud sigh that he could do better to hide but he didn't care to. I bite back a smile.

"Ji I know you're up because I smell—" Georgia was about to walk in but stopped when spotting Minho "Coffee" She finished "Why do I keep finding you two in here?"

"I work and Minho wakes up early?" Georgia rolls her eyes at my words. I didn't question why Georgia is always walking in on us, she spends a lot of nights with Chan and he has early classes—she hates staying at his place alone so he usually drops her off before his class.

She was about to speak but she looked at Minho away who was probably mopping behind me. I watch her eyes rank over his half-naked body but stop. My body heats up because I knew exactly what she saw just now.

The bracelet wrapped perfectly around Minho's wrist. The one I made with her. The one I gave to him. The one I told her was an inside joke but wasn't a joke at all.

Georgia's eyes snap to mine, looking over my neck before saying "I need to consult with you about Halloween costumes" She changes the subject and behind me, I hear the fridge, Minho is now prepping his smoothie as I grab an apple piece and take a bite.

"I never agreed to go"

"You're going" She crossed her arms over her chest.

I sigh and grab another piece of apple, before turning around and placing the plate beside Minho who filled the blender with random healthy shit. "Keep them" I walk away without another word to him, walking past Georgia, "I'm not going" She groans.

"Minho make him go!" I hear her say as I get to the front door and put on my shoes. A smile finds my lips.

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Work was horrible. It was the busiest we've been all month, I guess Margaret's new menu, or whatever she calls it is a hit. I wish it wasn't on my part because I don't get my usual hour break but instead, it is shortened to thirty minutes, what am I supposed to do in thirty minutes?

It's safe to say I couldn't wait to get back to the apartment. Not for any particular reason at all. Not because of a certain male, but more like a really comfortable bed that the certain male has. Seriously.

The keys dangle in my hands as I step out of the elevator. Okay, maybe I did miss him. I had work and then I had two classes. I was exhausted but I didn't think about sleep like I usually did. I just thought about talking to him and also obviously the night we had.

I walk towards my apartment door, in my head and a bit giddy. Unknowingly looking down as I think but as I near my door I look up and all of it washed away in seconds.

Coming face to face with someone I wasn't expecting for another week. "Mom?" I question, still standing a bit of a distance away.

"Jisung, I can't believe how big you've gotten" I felt every muscle in my body tense up. The voice, the words, they weren't coming from my mom.

I was so shocked to see her face I had yet to take in the person standing beside her. There he was, standing at my front door with an uncertain smile.

My dad.

[Song rec - Pretty Boy by Isabel LaRosa]