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Gossiping with skz @astralis-is-typing

Dating @luvtak

Sneaky love antics @amelee23

Getting drunk and coming home late @/il-i-sam

Acts of affection @hwasdollie

Finding you walking around the apartment half naked for the first time @mazeinthemiroh

You are in study mode @linonyang

what are we ? @/cosmic-railwayxo

Dating skz @hyunjinsbelovedamericano

Squeezing you @telesvng

sleeping apart, after a fight | hyung line | maknae line @taeyeonschild

Who’d love sleeping on your belly @babesindestroyland

Naming a stuffed animal after them @cbini

Partner privileges @j-onedrabbles

skz watching you sleep @softiejoon

BARBENHEIMER @/softiejoon

Annoying/ cute things skz would do as bfs @/hyunjinsbelovedamericano

cute moments @hyunluvbug

their s/o likes forehead kisses @kai-lee08

sleeping in the same bed @/cbini

Shy s/o @/mazeinthemiroh

s/o taking 5.0x pictures of them @kai-lee08

s/o likes head pats/ rubs @/kai-lee08

You knitting @queenofthegardengnomes

helping them shave @143hyunes

I have a boyfriend! @aakomii

You’re not eating @/lieslab

Giving you booty slaps @/babesindestroyland

Silly boyfie things @/hwajin

calling bf skz ‘bro’ @gyusangels

non famous!skz dating idol!reader (part two) @binniecorre

their s/o “re-confessing” to them @/kai-lee08

very affectionate and cuddly s/o @han-jiquokka

Skz as bfs @kyrjnie

Putting super glue on the jar and asking them to open it @han-jiquokka

arguing about paying @blue-jisungs

s/o breaks out of their shell @jaehyunsprincesspeach

Late night vulnerability @/cosmic-railwayxo

Nsfw

Nipple piercing @pastelracha

You’re busy and they crave your attention @milkychae

You aren’t dating but you aren’t just friends either @cosmic-railwayxo

coming home to you sleeping naked @/cbini

You trying to play fight with them @skzonthebrain

Moaning their name in your sleep @charmercharm3r

Hybrids @hyunsvngs

partner privilege @blue-jisungs

Texts

You’re not answering their texts @skzhua

Typos @loving-strawberry

Random texts @lixie-phoria

Skz ask you to go to the beach at night @il-i-sam

You call them cute @/il-i-sam

Flirting with them as best friends @sunboki

wanting to go to the Barbie movie @channie-143

Asking him to be your fake bf @/sunboki

telling bff!skz you’re pregnant @seungbinbin

calling the another member handsome @biniminisblog

they find out you’re going to another groups show @straykidsstaytext

You send a picture of them sleeping @linosspam

“Your mum hasn’t paid me to date you this month” @jinhyun

Calling them a cute nickname hyung line @onlylovereactions

You take their skzoo @hyunedew

roomamates @sunboki

Would you still love me if i was a worm @channie-143

Send me a pic but make it look like i took it maknae line hyung line @bangchansbakery

You don’t say i love you back @jinhyun

Are You There, Wolf? (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Synopsis: Minho had always deemed himself a bit of a weirdo. In his humble opinion, he’d only become even weirder with time, especially after he acquired his supernatural… condition. He’d never cared much about it, not when you’d always been there for him, and hopefully you would always be. [This is an instalment of my WereRoomies series. You don’t particularly need to read the other instalments related to Minho to understand this, but it’ll add more depth to the story if you do, so I highly recommend it~]. Warnings: Minho’s POV · mentions of shooting guns [it’s an off-handed comment made by Minho, nothing serious, but figured i’d put a warning] · mentions of gambling · mentions of cheating [but no one cheated] · mentions of blood, injuries, and violence · near death experiences · Minho was dumb and in denial for a long while · mentions and depictions of monster fucking shenanigans · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: this originally started as a smutty drabble inspired by an ask from an anon… somehow it grew hands and beat me up and made me black out and now we’ve got a full instalment. a chunk of it is just stuff that happened in other instalments, but with Minho’s input. hope you enjoy ! special thanks to @notastraykid for reading this and letting me know it wasn’t the worst piece of literature she’s ever read.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Minho's previous WereRoomies instalments: Camping With Wolves & Dog Unleashed

Smut Warnings: mentions of oral · somnophilia [all acts related to it are consensual] · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is presumed to be on birth control] · creampie

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Minho always believed himself to be a rational man. He was also an animal, yes. But his animal instincts were, essentially, stunted. 

He wasn’t sure if it was because he was born human and turned into a werewolf when he was very young, or if there was something wrong with him in general–he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case.

Jisung–who’d been the first other werewolf Minho ever befriended–believed it to be the first option. He had encouraged Minho to go to a specialist and ask, but Minho never really paid much attention to it.

He figured that, as long as he didn’t feel ill or that he didn’t hurt anyone around him, it didn’t really matter.

However, just how many psychologists and therapists by trade seemed to choose that career path in order to understand their own brains and behaviours, sometimes he wondered if his own inability to understand his animal needs was what fully drove him into becoming a vet.

Sure, he had always cared for animal’s safety, he always knew one too many facts about many different critters, and with all the injured animals that seemed to come his way when he was a kid, he had spent more time at the vet’s office than he did in his own home. He supposed all things combined played a role in his career choice, and that had certainly helped him understand himself a little better… kind of.

Minho was a simple man. A man that, in a sick twist of fate, ended up becoming the dictionary definition of a monster.

He’d admit that for a long time, he blamed himself for what had happened to him. ‘Maybe if I hadn’t taken that detour through the woods that time I wouldn’t have been turned’, ‘Maybe if I had been paying attention to my surroundings I wouldn’t have been bit’, ‘Maybe I did something horrible in a past life or this one to warrant such an event’, he’d always think about these things whenever the pains and aches caused by his condition were a bit too strong to bear.

It took him an even longer time to accept the fact that it hadn’t been his fault at all. Nothing could’ve ever prepared him for the situation. He would’ve never been able to predict that a giant wolf would come out of nowhere and bite him completely unprompted. 

To this day, over ten years later, Minho still couldn’t remember what the wolf looked like.

It all happened so fast… All he could remember was the fuzzy canine shape, the sound of growls and snarls and of his own bones cracking inside his body, along with the searing pain that spread from the gash that the creature had left on his side.

He couldn’t remember the bleeding, or the amount of time he spent laying on the forest ground, or even the moment he was eventually found. One second he was in an immense amount of pain, and the next he was completely fine, as if nothing had happened, laying on a hospital bed with his best friend hugging him and sobbing against his chest.

Minho could’ve never imagined that that event in the woods would change the way he interacted with the world forever.

One seemingly normal evening after what he thought had been ‘an accident’, while he was hanging out in his best friend’s home, doing their weekly watch of Kamen Rider, it was like something suddenly started rattling inside of him. Like an itch one can’t seem to scratch satisfactorily.

He couldn’t breathe, his joints hurt, all his muscles seemed to burn, and before he knew it, he was feeling parts of his body he had never felt before. His vision felt different, his sense of smell was overwhelmed, and although his surroundings were familiar, it was almost like he was seeing them from someone else’s perspective.

Needless to say, he was having a full on meltdown right then and there. Especially when he caught what he thought would be a glimpse of himself on a reflective surface, and what he saw instead was a dog… Well, more accurately, a wolf.

To this day, he was very grateful that it all happened while you, his best friend, were there with him. Minho honestly wasn’t sure how he would’ve reacted had he been on his own. He could still remember the panic he felt, how much he was crying, how much you were crying. Things would’ve probably been very different if you hadn’t hugged him tight and reassured him time and time again that you’d be there for him… That you wanted to figure this out together.

When he had finally understood what had happened to him in the woods, and after many trips to the local library to do some digging on the internet, you both came to the conclusion that the most logical explanation to his newfound condition was that he was now afflicted with lycanthropy… And it wasn’t the psychological kind.

Which was crazy. 

Completely absurd.

But what seemed to be sourced in fantasy and myths was literally the only thing that matched his symptoms perfectly.

Everything was confusing for a long time after that. Everything was too loud, too bright, too intense… His already sensitive senses seemed to be overstimulated all day, every day–even worse than before–and he could hardly cope.

He could hear conversations that were happening metres away from him, he could hear people’s breathing and their heartbeats and sometimes other internal organs as well… It was honestly driving him a little bit insane.

Minho realised very quickly that having a supernaturally enhanced sense of smell when he was starting high school was quite possibly one of the worst things to ever happen to him. Having been turned into a werewolf was hard enough on its own, now he had to deal with teenagers that seemed to hold a grudge against soap.

When it all got too overwhelming, he simply got close to you. As close as he could. He was sure he had memorised the rhythm of your heartbeat at this point, and the constant, familiar sound always seemed to help ease his sour mood.

‘Have you gotten a new perfume? Or a new fabric softener?’ He couldn’t help but ask one day. He’d noticed recently that there seemed to be a scent of lavender lingering around him whenever you were close. He didn’t mind. In fact, it actually comforted him quite a bit.

‘You know I don’t use fabric softener, dummy. And no, I haven’t gotten a new perfume’, your answer puzzled him a bit, but it wasn’t until a handful of months later, when he finally met Jisung, that he understood what that lavender scent was.

When Minho first met Jisung, he was honestly a bit surprised. Mostly because the second Jisung was within his radius, it was almost like he could tell the younger boy was a werewolf, too. There was something about the smell of roses and cotton radiating from Jisung that just gave it away, although Minho didn’t know how, or why.

Jisung quickly became an integral part of his friend group–although, to be fair,  ‘group’ was a big word to use, considering you were the only real friend Minho had, and the one he consistently hung out with. What used to be a simple pair of weirdos became a trio of weirdos, and Minho was genuinely happy about that.

He immediately felt like he could trust Jisung, and in the long run, Minho was grateful for his presence. Not only because Jisung was funny and eloquent and he also enjoyed watching niche TV shows, but also because Jisung helped him understand this unexplored side of him.

‘You’re an alpha, clearly’, Jisung told Minho once. As if that meant something important. ‘Your scent is kind of… Like, you smell of vanilla and a recently lit bonfire. Somehow very alpha-like, but milder than what I’m used to, I suppose…’

Jisung explained to him all these werewolf designations of alphas, betas, and omegas that were based on a werewolf’s inherent nature… He explained what scents were, how to tell what status a wolf had based on their scent, and when he confirmed that humans did, in fact, also have a scent, Minho just knew then that that lavender scent he always smelt when you were close was simply your natural scent. Just like cotton and roses was Jisung’s.

Meeting Jisung–aside from meeting you–was possibly one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to Minho. Not only did Jisung become one of his best friends in this whole wide world, not only did he help Minho understand his newfound nature, but also, thanks to him, Minho was finally able to find a family of his own.

Being honest, in his hometown, Minho didn’t have anyone but you. His mother barely even gave him the time of day–mostly because she was busy working two or three jobs to support them both.

When his now step-dad came into the picture, money was no longer a problem, but by that point Minho had already been turned, and that, coupled with the fact that his step-dad wasn’t really that good of a man, was enough for him to distance himself from his relatives.

Minho also had Jisung for a while, but he eventually left town because his entire pack was moving out. That was fine, he was sure they would meet again eventually. Besides, technology around that time made it so it was hardly possible to not be in contact with someone.

After high school, when Minho finally decided to pursue higher education–to pursue his dream of becoming a vet–the university he wanted to study in was, coincidentally, in the same area where Jisung was living then. And not only was Jisung living there, he was in a pack. A different one from his childhood one.

Back in the early stages of his friendship with Jisung, he had explained to Minho that werewolves usually lived in packs, just like regular wolves did. Jisung’s childhood pack didn’t treat omegas that well, from what Minho could recall. So, being an omega himself, Jisung always felt like a bit of an outcast. The fact that he had found a pack where he was actually comfortable was a big deal, and Minho was genuinely happy for his friend.

Even though the pack was essentially only three young wolves, Jisung always spoke highly of his two other packmates. ‘Chris and Changbin are amazing people, dude. Never met wolves like them aside from, like… you. I think you’d be a great addition to our pack, and Chris agrees! Come meet them, you won’t regret it’.

And he didn’t regret it. Not one bit. If anything, joining Chris’ pack, becoming close to him and Changbin to help them lead it, was the third best thing that could’ve ever happened to Minho.

‘Changbin’s my right hand. Although it doesn’t make much sense to have a second in command when we’re, like, three dudes only, I feel like at any point more people could join us, so I like to be prepared’, Chris, the leader–the alpha–of that pack of Jisung’s wasn’t that much older than Minho, but there was something about him that exuded leadership and comfort. It was so obvious even someone like Minho, who wasn’t that in touch with his wolf instincts, was able to tell this man was a real alpha. 

‘It’s very customary for the alpha of the pack to have at least two other people next to them to deal with all possible pack matters, and Jisung believes you might be suitable for that. He said, and I quote, that you have a heart of gold. He vouches for you, and I trust him, so if you want to join and help me out, you’re more than welcome to. Hell, you’re welcome even if you don’t want to help me lead specifically, but it’s important you know that as a pack, we must always look out for each other’, Chris’ proposal was straight forward. No matter what role Minho would fill in, he was welcome to join them.

Being honest with himself, Minho wasn’t really that much of a leader–not in his opinion, at least–but the prospect of joining a pack seemed to tickle something on the back of his mind. He supposed it was one of those instinctual things he didn’t understand well, but, in a way, Chris made him feel reassured, so he told him he’d be happy to join and help him out however he could. With one condition, though.

‘You see, I’ve got my best friend… Not sure if Jisung has told you about her. She’s human, and she’s very important to me. If joining your pack of werewolves means I can’t see her anymore then I’m not doing it’, Minho loved Jisung, and he had a good impression of Chris and Changbin, but, truly, if joining them meant he had to leave you behind, he’d much rather stay on his own.

He knew from Jisung that the moment you moved into a werewolf den, a lot of decisions had to involve the alpha’s approval, and considering you were human, Minho had a genuine fear of Chris telling him that humans simply weren’t allowed. He’d honestly much rather shoot himself in the leg than have to cut ties with you. You’d been the only constant in his life, and losing you was something he just couldn’t afford. You meant too much to him. Maybe more than he would’ve liked to admit back then.

Thankfully, Chris didn’t seem to have major issues with that. If anything, all he did was ask to meet you before you could stay at his den, and as long as you were someone that could be trusted, he wouldn’t have any problems with your presence at the den. That was fine, there was no doubt in Minho’s mind that Chris would like you and see just how nice you were.

He had obviously been right. Your first time meeting Chris couldn’t have gone more smoothly. Not even fifteen minutes passed and he was already dragging Minho to the side and telling him it was all good. 

‘I think she’s nice. It’s fine by me if your kitten drops by or stays over whenever you guys want’, Chris had patted him on the back, with a teasing grin on his face, taking special care to stress the word kitten–which was a nickname Minho had given you randomly one day years ago while trying to cheer you up.

Giving you that nickname had been a moment of weakness, a moment in which he also had been sad and his inhibitions had lowered a bit. The pet name just fell out of his mouth, it had practically been a perfect textbook definition of a Freudian slip, considering Minho had, quite stupidly, developed a crush on you by then.

Chris was a good person, but he also seemed to enjoy teasing Minho whenever his more than obvious crush presented itself, even when Minho himself was in denial about it.

Minho was convinced you didn’t feel anything other than platonic love towards him, so he always tried to delude himself into thinking he absolutely didn’t have a crush on you. You were his best friend, one of the most important people in his life, and he would never risk losing you over what he believed to be unrequited feelings.

Sometimes, though, it was almost impossible not to think about you in ways that would definitely be considered inappropriate. It was easy in his day to day life, but, twice a year, he had to face the fact that his feelings for you went beyond your friendship…

Minho was well aware that he was a weird guy. Throughout his life, he had only ever cared about animals, Kamen Rider, and you and Jisung. He could hardly hold a normal, civil conversation if it didn’t involve any of those things, he said things and had odd habits that could potentially put off people around him, and that was only on his human side. His wolf side was a whole other can of worms.

He already had a hard time understanding his basic human needs, and that seemed to triple when it came to his animal needs. For a long time he couldn’t tell when he needed to go on a run, or when he was in a bad mood because of a weird scent around him, and no need to even get started on whatever the hell was happening with his ruts…

Figuring out that he now had to go through days of unbearable horniness was by far one of the weirdest experiences Minho ever had to deal with during this whole ‘being turned into a half animal’ thing. After he reached sexual maturity, twice a year, he had a time period of around four to five days when every single one of his instincts and senses pulled him into a trance-like state in which all he wanted to do was fuck.

But not only did he want to fuck… He specifically wanted to breed someone. And even more specifically, he wanted to breed you.

It was awful. The whole ordeal was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausting.

The first time he went into rut, he was sure the pain he was feeling came close to the one he briefly felt back when he had been bit and turned. His body was increasingly warm, he was sweating buckets, his cock was hard for an almost criminal amount of time, and nothing he did made it better. 

Even if he managed to make himself come, it barely helped him feel relieved. If anything, it got him more frustrated, to the point where he would start breaking things around him–both intentionally and unintentionally.

The worst part of going into rut, though, was the thoughts he had throughout those days. He could only think of you. Of kissing you, of tasting those utmost sensitive areas of your body, of bending you over and ramming himself into you until he got tied to you and got to fill you to the brim with his cum…

Logic was something that didn’t exist for him in this time period, so those thoughts ran freely in his mind for the duration of his rut… thoughts that he had to come face to face once his rut subsided and he could think like a human again instead of a horny dog.

Needless to say, Minho couldn’t look at your face for a whole month after he went through his first rut. He was haunted by the images his imagination had produced at the time, and he was convinced you didn’t deserve that, that he had somehow broken your trust. It was something he never spoke about with anyone. Not even Jisung. He made a vow to keep this a secret in order to protect your friendship.

Little did Minho know that his friendship with you didn’t need to be protected from anything…

Many years after his first rut, sharing a bed with you during one fateful trip to the woods with the whole pack, was all it took for the line of your friendship to blur completely. Minho had been in denial about his feelings for so long, he had been completely blind to your feelings.

That night, with his senses enhanced by the moon, with his animal instincts bubbling to the forefront of his human mind, that need for you seemed to be impossible to ignore. While he laid with you on that bed, under the covers, being your big spoon, he couldn’t help but get lost in how fast your heart was beating the tighter he hugged you, he was drowning in your lavender scent, and he genuinely didn’t want to be rescued.

You staring at his mouth for a moment too long while he hovered over you had suddenly ignited a spark of hope deep within him. That, added to your increased heart rate, and what he couldn’t mistake for anything other than arousal lingering in your scent, was quickly making him delirious.

‘Kitten… Why are you… Why are you looking at my mouth?’

‘Just thinking…’

‘About?’

‘Things I should not be thinking about’. 

After the words came out of your mouth, and with all the sensory inputs around him, Minho suddenly felt so incredibly stupid.

How had he never noticed that your body seemed to react to him in the same ways his did to you? How long had it been doing that? He had been blindsided by his own desperate attempts to not drive you away from him with his feelings, he had never noticed you looking at him in the same way he looked at you.

He wasn’t sure if it had been the moon reinforcing his stunted instincts just enough to enhance his questionable sense of awareness, but as he looked at you, as he saw just how blown your pupils were, as he watched you stare at his mouth, all caution flew out the window. For once, he decided to take a chance, and the moment his lips made contact with yours, the moment the tiniest of moans left your mouth with the contact, he just knew he had made the right choice.

Kissing you, after so many years of trying not to think of what it would feel like, was even better than he could’ve ever imagined. Minho was ravenous, desperate to feel as much of you as he possibly could, and you, very clearly, were in a similar state.

You both agreed–while still kissing, if he might add–that you needed to discuss the situation, but, admittedly, neither of you wanted to stop. So you didn’t, but only after reaching a compromise to talk about it later.

Minho honestly couldn’t even tell how many times you both had sex that night. It seemed like he’d entered a time pocket in which the only thing that mattered was indulging in each other’s body as many times as you possibly could.

By the time you were both thoroughly satisfied, he simply hugged you close under the covers, relishing the feel of your bare skin against his, relishing the feel of your head on his chest and his arms around your frame. Hugging you to sleep, especially this intimately, was everything he could’ve ever hoped for.

It wasn’t like he’d never hugged you to sleep. He’d shared a bed with you many times in the past, but doing it after having your lips on his, after knowing how it felt like to be inside you, and the mere idea that you reciprocated his feelings, was enough to make him fall asleep smiling to himself like a fool.

Even the next morning, when Minho woke up, still very much naked, when he turned around to find you already awake and looking at him, he couldn’t help but smile like a fool once again. Especially not when you were smiling so bright yourself.

“Morning”, you mumbled, immediately shuffling closer so you could tuck your head under his chin and hug his waist.

“Morning, kitten”, Minho pressed a kiss to the top of your head and hugged you even closer, slotting one of his legs between yours to further tangle your limbs together.

You just hummed, nuzzling his neck before you started to press kisses on it. Your soft lips on his skin sent a shiver down his spine, which certainly didn’t help ease the effects of morning wood.

Minho was drowsy, maybe even still horny, but he needed to have this conversation with you, or he was sure he’d explode. “Can we talk about it now?”

You pulled yourself away from his neck to look him in the eyes. Reaching forward with your hand, you pushed his hair out of his eyes, and the movement made them fall shut. “What do you wanna talk about?”

You kept playing with his hair for a bit, then traced the features of his face with the pad of one of your fingers, until his eyes opened again.

“I need to know where we go from here”.

You took a deep breath, mulling his words. Finally, you retracted your hand from his face to hold his hand instead. “Minho, I let you do things to me last night that I’ve never let anyone else do. I don’t know about you, but I hope where we go from here is a relationship”.

Minho couldn’t help but wonder then if he would ever stop smiling like a fool after all this. “So you’re my girlfriend now? Is this what we’re doing?”

“Only if you’re my boyfriend”, you chuckled, leaning in to press a brief kiss on his cheek.

Minho hugged your waist, and he pulled you closer into him. “Mmm… Your ex is gonna have a field day if he ever finds out”.

Your ex had spent the last leg of your relationship with him convinced you had cheated on him with Minho. During the big fight that led to your breakup, he had told you how obvious it was that Minho had feelings for you. At the time you just dumped his ass, and Minho, Jisung, and you spent a whole evening just dragging his name through the mud.

That relationship didn’t last long anyway. He was probably, in Minho’s opinion, the worst partner you had ever had. He was insecure, misogynistic, and manipulative. You hadn’t cheated on him, but Minho supposed there was one thing he had been right about… he did have feelings for you back then.

You scoffed at the mention of your ex, rolling your eyes. “Just like your ex probably will, too”.

Ah, Minho’s ex… It had been a long time since Minho had been in a relationship, but how could he forget the ex that made him choose between him and you?

He could admit it was an asshole move to be involved romantically with someone while having feelings for someone else, but back then he was so deep in denial he couldn’t even acknowledge what he felt for you. Regardless, you were still his friend, and he’d never choose anyone else over one of his friends. In his opinion, someone that cared about him would never make him choose in the first place.

“I guess we’ll have to let them froth at the mouth with rage and believe whatever they want to believe. That is, if they still care”, Minho chuckled, rolling you on your back to start pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

That seemingly innocent act of smothering your face with kisses turned into a much less innocent mess of lips and tongues. Minho came to find out that making out with you was absolutely exhilarating, especially when it ended with his mouth between your legs.

Fucking you that morning might’ve not been the smartest move to make when you both were about to walk into a kitchen full of people with enhanced senses, but Minho figured that if anyone commented on it, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was going to keep it a secret, anyway.

Although, he’d admit that having Jisung scream it to everyone in the room caught him off guard. Just like learning that everyone had placed bets on whether Minho and you would get together last night also caught him off guard.

He figured he deserved that last one, considering he himself had also gotten the rest of the pack to place bets on whether Chris and his girlfriend would fuck last night or not…

In any case, other than the bet, the whole pack seemed to seamlessly embrace this new dynamic between you and Minho. After all, starting a relationship with you didn’t change things much.

You still lived almost an hour away from him, you still encouraged him to indulge in his interests, you still talked every day… If anything, the only major difference was that you met more frequently now. Seeing you weekly instead of monthly was certainly an improvement.

It was kind of amusing to Minho how everything was almost the same. He still took you places, still held your hand and hugged you and brushed your hair out of your face whenever he felt like it, but now he could let his fingers linger on your skin for longer, he could lean in and press a kiss wherever he wanted on your face, and, at the end of the day, he could take you home and fuck you dumb for as long as you’d let him.

There was only one thing, though, that seemed to be a problem… It was something he didn’t really want to acknowledge, but he knew would explode on his face at some point.

Minho was an animal.

Eventually, he’d go into rut, and knowing you, he was sure you’d want to help him go through it.

Minho had never spoken to you about his ruts, but he knew you’d learnt a great deal about it from the other girls at the den as well as Jisung. You’d never brought it up to him before, and he was sure it was because you simply knew he didn’t want to talk about it. 

Now that you were his girlfriend, it was only a matter of time before he’d have to face this problem head on. Because that was what this whole thing was to Minho… a problem. 

Even if during his rut all he could think about was you, he usually got violent. Very violent.

He’d punch walls and break numerous pieces of furniture and appliances, and having you there with him could put you at risk of getting caught in the cross-fire. If he ever hurt you, Minho would never, ever forgive himself. Especially when he just knew you would. You would make excuses for him, you’d enable him and his animal ways like you always did, and he just didn’t want to put you in that position.

Granted, he should’ve probably told you all this, and he had been hyping himself up to do it, but you had been faster than him. The night you finally asked him about his rut he had been severely unprepared to handle the situation.

Minho told you he wouldn’t spend his rut with you. He could’ve probably worded it better, but before he knew it the situation escalated and you were having an argument and he had unintentionally made you feel unwanted, which was just so far from reality…

He wanted to tell you just how much he wanted you, but before he could you’d put space between yourselves and left him there on his own. It was late at night when it happened, but he wasn’t necessarily worried for your safety when you left, because he just knew you’d either go to one of the girls’ flats or to Jisung’s.

Forty minutes after the whole ordeal, he received a text from Jisung confirming his suspicions. The younger wolf told him you were at his place and that he’d take care of you for the night, which Minho was immensely grateful for.

He spent the entire night tossing and turning, wondering how to best word his predicament so he wouldn’t inadvertently hurt you and make you feel unwanted again. Essentially, his reservations when it came to spending his rut with you had nothing to do with you, and all to do with him.

So, the next morning, he made his way to Jisung’s and waited patiently for you to wake up. Jisung had given him a rundown of what had happened the night before, without revealing too much of what you’d told him since he usually liked to keep your conversations as private as possible–just like he kept the conversations he had with Minho as private as possible whenever he spoke to you.

So, when you woke up, Minho immediately explained the situation. He confessed to you how he’d always wanted to you, how he couldn’t stop thinking about you whenever he went into rut, and how he got incredibly violent during that time period, so violent he feared he would harm you in any way.

You understood, of course. You always did.

You apologised for jumping to conclusions, and for forcing him to talk about something when he was clearly not ready to do it, which he appreciated. He also apologised for not communicating properly, an apology that you also seemed to accept. At the end of the day, he understood why the whole thing happened in the first place, and he made a mental note to try and not keep things like these from you ever again. 

Funny thing, how the universe always seems to play with people like they were little pieces in a funky little game.

When Minho did go into rut, he was so out of it he completely forgot to let you or anyone else know. You had a tendency to drop by his place unannounced, which he didn’t mind, but that day, it was far from ideal, to say the least.

He was sweating, frustrated, in pain, and the second he heard the beeps of the front door’s lock and the smell of your scent hit him, he just lost it.

It was all a blur after that. He tried to hold back, to tell you to leave, but you didn’t. Of course you wouldn’t leave…

To his surprise, that violence that seemed to seep out of him whenever he went into rut wasn’t there. His thoughts were plagued with only you and your lavender scent and the need to pleasure you and to pump you full of his pups.

When he finally managed to do all that, he quickly realised that he’d only ever been violent because he couldn’t have you. In retrospect, he should’ve known. But he’d proven to be tone deaf enough to not understand what his needs were, and this clearly wasn’t an exception.

Nothing had felt quite as fulfilling as spending that rut with you. It was all he’d ever wanted and more. His almost endless supply of cum, his knot, his insatiable need to fuck and fuck and fuck… You’d taken it all like a champ, and even when he wasn’t that in tune with his inner wolf, he could still feel just how proud it was, how proud he was of you.

The word mate kept repeating over and over in his mind the entire time, and he supposed you were his mate, all things considered.

Forever was a big word, but Minho figured that, at least at that point in time, he couldn’t ever imagine his life with anyone else. Especially not now that you were finally sharing your feelings with each other after years and years of pining.

For all he knew, anything that could have potentially been a problem in his relationship with you had been addressed after that. Minho was happy, you were happy, and it all seemed to have taken its natural course.

Except for one maybe not so small thing…

Minho wanted you to move in with him. He’d honestly wanted it since before you got together. He missed you often, and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

The distance during the week was starting to stress him out way more than he’d like to admit, and even if he’d been slowly making space in his flat for you, he knew he’d ask you sooner or later. He hadn’t brought the topic up after you got together because he knew your job was important to you, and moving in with him would probably mean you’d have to quit and find something else closer to where the den was.

He could offer to support you financially, but he just knew you wouldn’t have wanted that. The second you’d started working and being financially independent, you couldn’t imagine ever having to rely on someone else–that was what you had told him all those years ago, at least…

You moving in with him made so much sense, though. Some weekends, Minho would go over to your place, but you’d told him several times that you preferred his home over yours. You’d told him it was more lively, that you enjoyed the presence of the other pack members, and that the only thing you genuinely liked about your flat was that Sir Percival was in it.

Sir Percival was your elderly cat that you adopted when you were a child. He was one of the many cats Minho had rescued, and he was probably the reason you ever spoke to Minho in the first place. Back then, the day you met, you approached him only because he was trying to save Sir Percival’s entire litter that had been abandoned by the side of the road.

So, yes. You moving in with him to Chris’ den just made all the sense in the world to him. Especially at moments like these.

Whenever Minho got to lay on your bed like he was doing now, he could certainly understand why you felt that his flat was more homely. You hardly had any decor in your room, and the whole flat was in a similar state. You never particularly liked this place in the first place, but you stayed because it was close to work and rent was relatively cheap.

‘I’ll probably move out soon, so no need to go all in on the decoration’, you’d told Minho years ago when you moved in. You kept putting it off, and now here this place was, void of anything that would highlight your wonderful personality other than the cat toys littering the floor, and the cat tower in the corner of your living room.

Whenever Minho came over, Sir Percival always avoided coming to your room unless it was absolutely necessary. The cat had told Minho that if he ever walked in on them having sex again he’d purposefully ruin the mood by throwing up a hairball, so he preferred to stay in the living room, even if it meant he couldn’t sleep by your feet like he loved to do.

That was fair, Minho supposed. He didn’t feel comfortable having Sir Percival in the room when you were getting intimate, either, so he appreciated the privacy. 

Right now, though, since he had woken up in the middle of the night and hadn’t been able to fall asleep again, he was wondering if he should go out and bring Sir Percival to bed. Maybe his warmth and his purring could help him fall asleep again…

Unlike Minho, you were sleeping soundly next to him, with your back turned to him. If he stood up from this bed he might wake you up, and he didn’t want you to be in his situation… So he settled on focusing on your steady breathing while he waited for sleep to claim him again.

It was just as he was almost asleep again that a minute sound made his body jerk awake. 

It came from you. It was a whimper, barely even audible. But how could he not hear it with his enhanced senses? When you were so close?

It would’ve worried him, had the smell of your arousal not knocked the air straight out of his lungs.

Minho would’ve never imagined his sleepless night would’ve taken him to this intersection, but here he was. He realised he could do one of three things… One, he could ignore the fact that you were right there next to him, presumably having a wet dream… Two, he could wake you up to reenact whatever it was you were dreaming about… Or three, he could use this as an opportunity to indulge in something he hardly ever did…

Since he started a relationship with you, Minho and you had many opportunities to try new things. You were quite open to try any and every seemingly odd activity in the bedroom–be it anal, or role-play, or some light bondage, you were always down to try it. And when Minho brought up his little fantasy of touching you while you were asleep, you’d been more than ecstatic to try it out… To the point where he was sure if he hadn’t brought it up, you would’ve done so eventually.

There was something about the fact that you trusted him enough to let him do things to you while you were unconscious that excited him. Maybe it was a projection of all those nights back then that he’d spent trying not to fantasise about you when you slept together, or maybe it was simply the act itself that he inexplicably enjoyed… Regardless of what it was, your little whimpers had his mind clouding a bit.

Sometimes, before you fell asleep next to each other, you’d turn to him and tell him ‘Maybe I’ll wake up to a surprise tomorrow…’ with that lilt in your voice that just let him know exactly in which way you wanted him to wake you up. That had been the case last night, and Minho had considered doing it a bit later, when the sun was starting to rise at least. But he figured, since you were already having a bit of fun in your dreams, maybe a midnight treat wouldn’t hurt.

Scooting closer to you, his hand found your waist. He held you tight while he pressed his nose to your pulsepoint, right under your jaw. He could hear your blood flowing, your heart rate increasing, and the scent of your excitement had him almost salivating.

Dragging his hand from your waist to your hip, he carefully caressed your body over the fabric of your sleeping gown, just as he pressed his growing erection against your ass. A tiny moan escaped your mouth, but your steady heartbeat let him know you were still pretty much asleep.

Whatever it was you were dreaming about had you shuffling the tiniest bit, enough for your ass to rub against his crotch, and he could already feel a bit of wetness soiling the material of his sleeping shorts. His own fluids, to be precise. It was one of those things that shocked him after he turned, just how much fluid his body could produce. Be it saliva, or sweat, or cum… It was slightly inconvenient, but at the very least, you always seemed to enjoy it, so he supposed it wasn’t so bad.

Minho dragged his hand from where it’d been caressing your hip up your torso, stopping only when he was finally able to cup one of your breasts. He generously fondled and squeezed the flesh, not holding back one bit. If you woke up, you woke up, and if you didn’t, you didn’t. Simple as that.

Dragging the pad of one of his fingers over your stiffening nipple, he relished the way your heartbeat picked up, as well as the way you started to writhed a bit in his hold.

“You’re so soft, baby…” Minho couldn’t help but mumble against the skin of your neck, and you whined, almost like you were reacting to him. And maybe you were. He liked to believe that to be the case.

He pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers, pressing kisses on your neck and grinding his now fully hardened length against your ass. “I wonder what you’re dreaming about, my kitten… Is it me? I hope it’s me…”

Minho was very quiet, but he hoped you could hear him even in your dreams. He figured you might’ve, considering how fast your heart was beating now.

He was genuinely planning on dragging this out for as long as possible, but when you mumbled something akin to his name, he simply couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his hand from your breast after one final hefty squeeze, only to bring that same hand between your bodies. His digits made contact with your entrance, and he couldn’t help but take in a deep breath at just how wet you were.

He wondered how much of it was your own arousal, and how much of it was his own cum that might’ve remained there from when you had sex last night before going to bed. He didn’t come inside often, but when he did, the thought of you having a part of him within your warmth did things to him, it tickled a secluded area of his brain, and it certainly excited him. He supposed it was instinctual. One of those wolf things he hardly ever paid attention to.

Delaying no further, he freed himself out of his sleeping shorts, just enough to drag the tip of his cock up and down your drenched folds. Minho almost got winded when he heard the moan that came out of your mouth in response to his motions. Your lavender scent wrapping around every single one of his nerve-endings enticed him, and he just couldn’t deny himself anymore.

He usually preferred to make sure you were well stretched enough to take him in, but considering you’d been stretched plenty last night, he figured you’d be just fine. And he was proven correct when he finally pushed himself fully within your warmth, when the wetness between yours legs let him slide in with ease.

Minho couldn’t help but groan at the feeling, just as a moan of your own escaped your mouth.

“You’re so warm, baby…”

He pulled his hips back, only to push them forward to start a slow, pleasant rhythm. His hold was tight on your hip, your heart sounded like it was close to leaping out of your chest, and the second your walls clenched on his length, he just knew you’d wake up soon… You’d wake up exactly to what you had wanted.

“Oh–oh, Minho…”

There was no mistaking it anymore, your barely audible moans had slightly increased in tone, and you’d started to push your hips back a bit.

Minho just hummed in response, dragging his hand from your hip to your lower belly. You placed your own hand on top of his, lacing your fingers together and sighing contently.

The kisses he left on your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulder seemed to spur you on, the movement of your hips increased in pace, and he just increased his in return. He was mumbling nonsense against your skin, tightening his hold on your interlocked fingers, getting completely lost in the feel of your tight warmth around him.

Before he knew it, you had turned your body a bit, and he had pushed your legs apart to get better access to your heat.

With an arm below you for his hand to hold yours, he took advantage of this position by using his other hand to pull one of your legs over his hip and for his fingers to find their rightful place between your legs.

You just kissed him. You kissed him like you’d die if you didn’t, mumbling words of appreciation of your own between each kiss, broken up by moans and sighs and whimpers with every thrust of his hips and every circle drawn on your clit.

“You’re so good to me”, you mumbled, tightening your hold on his hand, moaning so prettily he almost blew then and there.

“And you to me”, he replied simply, picking up his pace, relishing your scent and your warmth and just… you.

Time always seemed to slow down whenever you had sex, especially at these hours of the night, to the point where he could never tell how long it’d been since that first thrust. All Minho could register was how incredibly good he felt, how your heart was thumping fast in your chest, and how hard you were clamping around his cock.

The sounds you made whenever you came undone under his touch and his motions were like music to his ears, they spurred him on, borderline urged him to come himself. And there was certainly hardly anything he would’ve enjoyed more right now than to blow his load while you were still spasming around him, while all you could mumble was his name, while all he could mumble was yours.

Your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and while the after effects of his orgasm still clung to every single one of his senses, you pulled him in for a slow, tender kiss. Minho immediately melted, holding you tighter and still enjoying the comfort of your inner walls.

When you pulled back from the kiss, he brushed his nose against yours, making you smile and giggle, and you sounded incredibly sleepy even after all that had transpired just minutes ago. He pulled you into his arms, entangling his legs with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Everything was calm around you. The room was barely illuminated by the lampposts outside your windows, and Minho suddenly felt like humming a random song you’d been listening to earlier in the evening… So he did, all as he caressed your hair.

You nuzzled your face further into his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him tight. Right then, Minho figured that every choice he had ever made, that everything that had happened to him, had taken him to this moment, and if that were truly the case, then he honestly wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

“Babe?” You mumbled, the sound slightly muffled against the fabric of his vest top.

“Hm?” Minho kept caressing your hair, your back, holding you close and keeping you there.

“I love you”.

He honestly couldn’t help but smile. Of course he knew you loved him. You’d shown him just how much countless times before. Not only throughout your relationship, but way before that… He’d honestly known since that time you hugged him when he had shapeshifted into a wolf the very first time.

“I love you, kitten, baby… So much”.

You pulled away from his chest and looked at him, with a blinding smile on your face. Granted, he could hardly see it in the dark room, but he saw enough. Enough to know just how much you cared. 

But alas, Minho was first and foremost your best friend, and even if he was melting on the inside with your confession, he just had to be annoying about it. “I can’t believe you beat me to say it first, though. I won’t ever forgive you”.

You gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to your mouth for emphasis. “Here I am? Baring my heart to you? And this is what I get? Fine, I won’t ever forgive you for never forgiving me”.

You were just about to turn away from him, he just knew. So he held you tighter, keeping you in place while he laughed. Your façade crumbled immediately, and you laughed with him, all while he kept pressing kisses on your cheeks.

“Guess I’ll just have to say it as much as possible to get the upper hand”, Minho mumbled against your cheek, just before he started leaving behind an ‘I love you’ after every kiss he pressed on your heated skin.

When your chuckles died down, and he was satisfied with the amount of times he had professed his love, silence enveloped you both once again. Minho simply laid on his back, hugging you close as you laid your head on his chest, right over his heart.

He wasn’t sure if it was the admittance of his feelings, or the hormonal rush of a good fuck, or your lavender scent that seemed to make him delirious sometimes, but, before he knew it, the words were coming out of his mouth with no way to stop them.

“Would you like to move in with me?”

No take-backsies now, he supposed.

You took in a deep breath, but remained silent for a moment.

It was just as Minho was about to panic that you finally spoke. “Do you think Chris would accept Sir Percival into the pack as well? I’m not leaving him behind”.

Minho couldn’t help but chuckle. “He’ll have to. Otherwise I’ll threaten him until he does”.

It was all a bluff… mostly.

Minho would respect any decision Chris took, but if it came to it, he kind of knew that if he laid out why it was important to him to take in both you and Sir Percival, Chris would agree, so he wasn’t particularly worried. Sir Percival already respected Chris, from what Minho knew, so he was almost ninety percent sure it wouldn’t be a problem.

You took in another deep breath, pulling yourself away from Minho’s hug so you could straddle him instead. With your full weight on his body and your hands on his chest, you looked down at him, taking in his features.

“I guess I’ll need to start applying for jobs, then”, you just smiled brightly at him.

Minho held your waist, smiling at you in return right before he pulled you down for a kiss. With you and Sir Percival there at the den, his family would finally be complete, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst at the thought.

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General Masterlist Minho's WereRoomies Instalments: Camping With Wolves & Dog Unleashed

[bf!felix x reader]

Summary: a chill evening on the couch turns into you and Felix exploring a new kink because tiktok is never a good influence. (SMUT-ish) 2.3k Warnings: SPIT KINK (tons of it, it's the main thing, so if you're not into that, don't read this), mentions of oral (m receiving) and other minor things like hair pulling or like Felix sucking your fingers. There's no actual smut in this, just two idiots who take turns spitting in each others mouths, I'm sorry, I have no shame. 18+ PLS!!!

A soft grunt escaped your lips as you shifted around in place for what was probably the 5th time in the last 3 minutes. Your back was sore and you could barely feel your left foot, as it was already 6pm and all you did throughout the day was lay with Felix on the couch, talking and watching movies. Right now however, the room was silent as you both scrolled on your phones, the only forms of interaction between the two of you being the obscene number of kisses Felix would plant on your forehead every other minute, the way he played with the sleeve of your shirt, that one time you bit his chest just because you could and obviously, the tiktoks you decided to show one another.

Your feed had been fairly entertaining yet nothing out of the ordinary, until one specific video earned a reaction from you, in the form of a disgusted gagging sound. 

Felix didn't bother to speak up or ask what it was that you just watched, instead he just removed one of your earbuds and put it in his own ear as you angled the phone so that he could also see the video.

"I don't get it" he looked at you.

"It's gross"

"Is it?" he softly asked, looking at you as if he was too shy to tell you he took it as a personal offense.

"Yes? Of course? Who in their right mind asks someone else to spit in their mouth?"

He didn't answer and silence settled again. Due to the way you were completely pressed into his side, you couldn't see his face, so as one too many seconds passed where he failed to answer, you couldn't help but push yourself up onto your elbows to face him. "Felix?"

"You wouldn't ask me to do it?"

"No!?" you responded, offended.

"Not even if you knew I was into it and wanted to do it with you?"

His question made you stop. This wasn't hypothetical anymore. Now it wasn't just a random thing from the internet that you were chatting about; now it was about Felix, and something he personally wanted to do. With you. You swallowed thickly, the way your view on the topic shifted completely in under one minute making you question your morals. 

"I- I don't-" you mumbled, eyes cast somewhere over his shoulder, at the bookcase behind him. "It's not the same thing"

"How come?" he sweetly asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. If you didn't know any better, you'd have thought he played you. But he was just honest with you and you were just that in love with him. 

"Lix, don't do this to me!" you whined and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. 

He followed you. "Do what? Baby, I'm not trying to-"

"No, you're not trying to anything, but now I kinda wanna try it and it's gross. Are you happy?" you dramatically exclaimed, making him giggle. 

"Happy with what? Princess, what did I do?"

"You looked at me with those eyes and now I want you to-" you pointed to your phone, "do that to me"

That made him grin, "You want me to spit in your mouth, baby?"

Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. And the worst part of it all was the way your core reacted, making your thighs involuntarily rub against one another. "...maybe"

"I can do that if you want to" he softly said and placed a hand on your cheek as he leaned in to peck your lips. "I'd love to do it, actually. But only if you're sure"

"I am sure" he hurriedly answered, voice shaky and not at all as confident as you had hoped. It made him smile, it had been quite a while since he'd seen you this flustered and he had absolutely no idea how badly he missed it.

"It's ok" he reassured you and closed the distance between the two of you with a gentle kiss. His plush lips enveloped yours and your heart rate slowed down on the spot, you melted in his arms - your safe place; your anxieties dissipating by the second. Lips still locked, Felix helped you crawl into his lap, his hands remaining on your hips as the kiss consumed itself in the most intoxicating way possible. 

When you pulled away, you had to take a deep breath to calm your dizzy mind, and when you looked back at him - at his lazy and hungry, yet warm and understanding eyes, the words just flew out of your mouth. "Felix, please?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Ok then" Felix smiled. 

He straightened his back and grabbed your chin, pecked your lips one more time and then gently tilted your head back. "Open your mouth for me, sweetheart"

With your heart again beating out of your chest, you followed his command - opened your mouth wide and fixed your stare on his.

"That's right, doll. Stay like that for me for a second, baby. So beautiful"

All you could do was blink and bring your hands up to the sides of his neck for support - mental support, because with your knees on either side of his lap, there was physically no way for you to alleviate the growing pain between your legs. 

"Push your tongue out for me" he instructed further, and nodded in approval when you did as told. "So good for me, my pretty baby."

The anticipation was killing you, and you nearly moaned out loud when Felix titled your head back even further - so that he was now fully towering above you. 

For a split second, your stare traveled down to his lips and the instant you saw them part, you looked back up into his eyes.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You nodded, eagerly this time, your head bopping against his hand - gesture which made him smile. But he fought against it, repressed the grin, and closed the distance between your bodies before shamelessly spitting directly onto your awaiting tongue. 

Shivers ran through your whole body and you remained there for a second, frozen, until he used his thumb on your chin to slowly close your mouth. "You can swallow for me, baby"

And the second you did, another wave of shame washed over your body, making the pressure between your legs even more intolerable than before. You then licked your lips and shook yourself, your head instantly dropping, your stare fixed between your bodies.

"Hey, hey, don't do that-" Felix cooed, and gently got you to face him again, "Please don't hide from me, angel, ok?"

"Ok" you mumbled and pushed yourself closer to him. Even though you were already basically pressed flush against him, Felix still wrapped his arms around your waist to help you settle closer. 

"How was it? Did you like it?"

"Yes" you cringed. "I did"

"Good, my baby" he pecked your lips ever so softly, "You were so good for me. I liked it too, a lot" 

Despite your interaction with him being the cause of your embarrassment, his mere presence was also the only thing that could ease your mood. So, as a shy giggle left your lips, you hid your face into his shoulder. "Weird…"

"What's on your mind, hm?" Felix questioned, "I can hear the wheels turning"

"Um…" you laughed but failed to give him an answer. He, however, didn't need one. He knew already.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?" you looked up and met his warm glance.

"Yes, baby. You can do it, too. Isn't that what you wanted to ask?"

"Was it that obvious?" you chuckled, resuming your position in front of him. "Am I really that easy to read?"

"Not all the time, just sometimes. What else could've gotten you like this? You were never this shy around me"

"I'm sorry"

"Stop it, don't apologize. I think it's cute, I love seeing you like this. But I want you to be comfortable, ok?"

"Talk me through it?" you shyly asked, pushing your hair back as you got into position. This made Felix throw his head back as his eyes fluttered shut. He was riled up already - this whole situation didn't only affect you, but he kept his calm and remained composed for the sole purpose of offering you safety and confidence, but there was only so much he could take.

His cock was shamelessly stretching the fabric of his sweatpants, pressing directly against your heated core. It was less than ideal for him.

Fighting against himself, Felix grabbed your hips and pushed you up, so that now you were the one towering above him. His head was leaning back against the couch, droopy eyes studying your every feature. 

"Ok, baby, ready?" he patted your ass.

You nodded.

"Come on, then. I'll do whatever you tell me" he tried to encourage you, but the way you blinked let him know very clearly you had no idea what he meant. So he continued, "Tell me to open my mouth. Tell me how you want me. Show me. You can do anything you want with me, love. I'm yours to do as you please"

"Ok, but like-"

"Y/n, it's me. There's no need to be this nervous"

"But what if I'm awkward?"

"Baby-" he took a deep breath, "Half the blood in my body is in my dick right now. You couldn't be awkward if you tried. And even if you could, I probably wouldn't even be able to tell. You know I'm wrapped around your finger, princess"

"Ok, ok" you giggled and got into position. "I can do this"

"Yes" Felix smiled proudly, "Of course you can"

You took a deep breath to gather yourself and then looked at him, "Lixie?"

"Yes, baby"

"Keep your eyes on mine, baby, ok? At all times"

He obediently nodded and licked his lips while squeezing your body closer. Everything inside of you burned as you placed your palms on his cheeks and your thumbs on his chin. He watched you closely, carefully awaiting instructions and showing absolutely no intention of stepping out of your word.

"Can you open your mouth for me, Lix? Just a little bit. A tiny bit"

He faintly nodded and parted his lips - not as much as you wished, but you worked with it, placing your pointer and middle finger on his bottom lip. "Will you suck for me?"

This time he didn't bother to nod. He had been waiting for this and wasn't about to waste any more time. One of the hands that he had until now been resting on your ass circled around your wrist, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, his plump lips close to your knuckles as he watched you - pupils dilated and his face all red - he wasn't holding back. 

"So good, just like that" you whispered, caressing his bottom lip with your thumb. And for that, he only went harder, hollowed his cheeks and brushed his tongue along the pads of your fingers, sending shivers in waves up and down your spine.

Seeing him like this awoke something inside of you, and the moment he bucked his hips up into you, you knew it was time to stop. Without warning, you retracted your hand which earned you a soft, pained whimper the moment he was left with his mouth open and empty.

"More" he cried.

But you didn't listen. Instead, you brought your fingers to your lips and licked them, closing your eyes to emphasize the pleasure it gave you. "You taste so good, Felix" 

"Angel, please"

"I don't know what you want" you teased, "Tell me"

Your roles might have reversed, but unlike you, he never shied away from letting you know just how needy he was. "I need you to spit in my mouth for me, my love. Please, baby, I need it"

"You need it?"

"Yes" he whined in desperation. "Spit in my mouth like you spit on my cock before you blow me. I need to taste you, baby, please"

"Anything for you" you smiled and wrapped your fingers around the roots of his soft, blonde hair. When you yanked his head back, a moan escaped his lips but it didn't make him falter, he had no shame, he didn't care how pathetic it might look. He just craved you and thrived on the fact that you could so easily tell just how desperate he was. He loved being weak for you. 

With his head held in position, you leaned down to give him a soft, little kiss, and with your lips still pressed against his, you whispered, "Open"

He obeyed your command, while still remembering the first one. No matter how hard he was able to feel his pulse inside his balls, he kept his eyes trained on yours as you did exactly what he asked - spit in his mouth like you spit on his cock. 

"Fuck" he threw his head back as he swallowed, but his bliss was painfully interrupted when you unknowingly lowered yourself back onto his lap. "Shit, baby!" Felix hissed, "careful"

"Oh my god, sorry!" you hurried to move to the side and plop down on the couch, only to see him pull at the cotton of his sweatpants, or underwear, in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure the material was causing him. 

"So I did ok?" you questioned, blinking at him as you awaited his response.

But he could only scoff. "Ok!?" Felix laughed, "Ok!? Baby, you made me suck on your fingers"

"You didn't want to?"

"Angel, you blew my mind. Fuck, I need a shower-" he breathed, getting ready to stand up before you stopped him.

"What? I can do it"

"No, I'm all gross" he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead, "But you can join me"

"I don't want to join you in the shower, Felix. I want to suck your cock here. Now"

"Jesus Christ, baby, you'll be the death of me"

This series was so fun😫 would love to see one w changbin 🫣

TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Felix x reader. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Synopsis: You and Felix become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (9,5k words)

Author's note: Here you go! Let me know if you want me to write another 'season' of Too Hot To Handle with another skz member x

Content warning: This is entirely a work of fiction and not affiliated with real Too Hot To Handle show.

LANA: I'm not only putting the two to the test by sending them to the private suite tonight, I'm doing a test of trust to the rest of my guests.

If they believe that they wouldn't break any rules, the $33.000 will be returned to the prize fund.

However, if they put their trust in them and they go on to break any rules, the prize fund will drop by a further $33.000.

-

The night has just started and you already feel like folding before him.

As you lay on the bed looking up at him, his eyes travel down your body and undress you in the process, making you feel naked even though you still have your clothes on.

"Stop looking so sexy," he says, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

How do you not think of sex when everything in the room is pointing at it?

Not forgetting to mention that Felix is looking so fine tonight. He's wearing a sleeveless white top that showcases his toned body and his dark hair is brushed to the back with a few strands falling over his forehead. This gorgeous man has his eyes on you and you have all of his attention on you, only you.

Teasing used to be your favorite game to play and tonight, you want to know if you still have the game in you.

You hook your finger on the opening of his shirt and lowly ask, "What do you want to do first?" 

From the way he needs a moment to give you an answer, he must have so many ideas in his head.

"First, I'll take your clothes off," he says.

"Yep."

He puts his hand on your waist, "Then I'll give you head."

"And I'll return the favor after," you quickly add, showing him that you like to play fair, including on the bed.

You see his eyes light up at your offer, "and after that..."

You use the triangle eye trick of looking at his eyes, then down to his lips, and when he's about to notice, return to look at his eyes again.

"And after that?" You repeat his words with a low, sultry voice.

His eyes shift to the selection of fun things on the bedside table, condoms, lubricants, and sex toys.

"We'll do some more foreplay. Use a sex toy or two," his voice is getting deeper the more he lets his imagination run wild.

To close the gap, you turn to lay on your stomach and lean in close to his face. Lowering your voice as you ask, "And after that?"

It doesn't take a genius to know that he's imagining it in his head as he delivers those bad yet sexy ideas. He takes a deep breath and then gives you the only right answer there is.

"Sex," he says.

He glides his hand down your spine and rests it on the curve of your ass, "Lots and lots of sex."

So far, you like all of the plans he has for you and you're tempted to give all that to him, "What are you waiting for then?"

-

YOU: I promise to not break any rules but I didn't say that I'll be good [smirks]

-

The night is still far from done but Felix is already put to a hard test.

He calms himself and pushes all the lewd thoughts away. He takes his hand back and puts it on your shoulder, twirling your hair in his fingers.

"We can't break any rules tonight," he reminds you but it's also a reminder to himself.

"I know," you say but manage to pop open two buttons on his shirt without him knowing.

Frustrated by the things he wants to do but he's not allowed to, Felix lays back on the bed and groans. After a while, he rolls over and eclipses half of your body with his.

"What do you want to do then, baby?" You ask again when all the ideas in his head at the moment are bad.

He lifts his head and brings his mouth close to your ear, "I want to have you in my mouth."

You giggle hearing his naught request and slip your hand under his shirt, touching the warm skin on his back.

"How about a bath?" You suggest.

What makes you think seeing you naked is going to help him? But he finds himself agreeing to it with a nod.

-

FELIX: I'm going to mess up, am I? [Closes eyes]

-

The wine fizzles and spurts out of the bottle the second Felix pops open the bottle of champagne.

He brings the bottle to the bathroom and holding two champagne flutes in the other hand, sees you running the bath with bubbles forming on the surface of the water.

You chug a glass of wine in one go and turn the faucet off once the bath is ready.

You know what looks best on you? Confidence. You maintain eye contact with him as you strip all of your clothes right in front of him, brazenly sending his brain into overdrive.

You've been wearing nothing underneath that dress and he could have touched you there without him knowing.

Felix can't wrap his head around the fact that you're undeniably sexy and hot and attractive. It's overwhelming that he bites his fist.

You carefully step into the tub not to slosh the water and fill your glass with more wine, "You're not getting in?"

Felix is barely functioning, he has to force his brain to work and unconsciously move like he's no longer in control of his body. He removes his clothes and gets into the other end of the tub.

"Isn't it nice?" Your foot is rubbing his shin under the water and it's getting dangerous as you stretch it out, closer to his hardening member.

Felix has to pull your foot out of the water to stop you and gently bites on your toe as a way to get back at you, earning a shriek from you.

"Is it delicious?"

"I have to taste it again," he says, putting your toe into his mouth and sucking on it.

-

FELIX: I get a feeling that she enjoyed teasing me.

-

The lingerie you packed with you served its purpose.

The fabric is sheer and lacey, covering bits of your body yet exposing just enough to arouse your conquest.

Felix has his hands tucked under his pillow and you believe is to prevent them from touching you.

He's helpless as you're straddling him on the bed, your hand is on his chest and your head is thrown to back as you drain your glass of champagne.

Now with your attention back on him, Felix gets nervous once again, looking like he's about to break under your lustful gaze.

"Are you hard?" You lowly ask, lightly rubbing his abs with your fingertips.

Felix has been taking low, deep breaths but it seems like no matter how many sighs he lets out, it doesn't help him relax.

"You're sitting right on my boner, baby," he shamelessly answers.

Well, you can feel it poking under you, that's the result of the things you've been doing to him. Not sure if you're proud of that but it seems like you still got the game in you.

You flash him a sly smile and lean in, sending the end of your hair brushing his bare chest as you deeply stare into his eyes.

"Why aren't you touching me?" You ask as if you didn't know the answer already.

His teeth faintly bite his lower lip, you're really making it hard for him. He relents, taking his hands from under the pillow to rest them on your thighs.

"You want me to break rules, mmh?" He lightly pinches the flesh there and kneads on it.

There's a way to answer that. You drag your hand down his abdomen and stop once your fingers meet the waistband of his boxer, mischievously teasing him by tugging your fingers into it.

-

YOU: It's a double-edged sword. Teasing him makes me horny too.

-                                                       

The lights are about to go out soon.

Felix turns you over and has you caged between his arms, looking at your face, oblivious to the fact that his blood is rushing to that one part of his body and it wants what it wants.

He's so hard he feels faint and you're being irresistible right now, giving him the eyes all night.

"I'm so horny," you whine as you put your hands around his neck.

Again, it's not helping him with his urges. Letting him know that you want this too only makes him want to give it to you.

"Oh, you have no idea!" Felix mutters with a heavy sigh.

The mewl you let out as Felix puts his whole body on top of you arouses him so much. He wants to do more than just put his body on top of you, especially since this is the first time you and him have privacy in the villa. Sans the camera in every corner of the room, of course!

"How about we do it?" He asks with his mouth pressed close to your ear.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, moaning as he places a hot kiss on your neck.

"This is bad," you say, tugging at his hair but it's a fruitless effort to stop him from turning to the other side and kissing your neck again

"Oh, yes..."

-

FELIX: I really want to spend money [bites lips]

-

Felix watches as you space out, still gathering your senses after waking up from a long yet incredible night.

When you're fully awake, you turn to look at him and softly smile.

He looks so cute with his hair tousled and his freckles look even more apparent on his bare face.

"Bedhead," you shortly say, tidying the mess on his hair by combing it with your fingers.

He does the same to your hair, untangling the end of your hair with his fingers.

"What do you think of last night?" You casually ask but he can hear your sly smile without having to look.

He kisses your head and inhales the smell of your shampoo, "Very eventful," he answers.

-

YOU: We barely got any sleep last night.

-

To make the best of the time in the suite, Felix decides to pamper you with one thing that he knows he's good at. He waits as you take your bra off then lie down on your stomach so he can give you a back massage.

He kneels on the bed, trapping your body between his legs, and begins to slowly lather your skin in aromatic oil, applying enough pressure on your back to relax your muscles even though he's doing it just to feel you all over.

"Oh, that feels good," you delightfully sigh.

He knows what he's doing but the moans you let out oh... sending his head going places.

Felix lowers his hands to your hips and only lets himself go that far, even though it would be a good chance to knead on your ass too.

"Oh, yeah..." you moan again as he massages your shoulders as you sit in front of him, clutching on a bathrobe to cover your bare chest.

Felix is more than eager to please you and wants to hear more of your beautiful moans, but it's time to get ready for the day.

-

FELIX: I don't know how we're going to face everyone [lets out a long sigh] I'm a little worried.

-

Everyone else is already waiting in the cabana.

Felix holds your hand as you both make your way there and after seeing them, he immediately feels guilty and looks away from them.

"So?" Jamie asks him with a voice tinted with concern.

Felix shrugs and looks down, "I'll let Lana talk," he says.

Lana chimes in just right on time, the cone lights up and starts talking without greeting 

"Last night, I put you to a test to see if you can adhere to my rules while alone in a suite."

Cole sucks air through his neat, white teeth, "we're screwed, aren't we?" He mutters under his breath.

"But that's not all. I also give your fellow guests a test of trust in you."

-

YOU: What the hell?

-

"I can now reveal the group chose to trust you," Lana informs.

Felix is lost and tries to find any clues from everyone but they seem to be in their panic mode to care to explain it to him.

"Which means if you adhered to my rules, you will win back the $33.000 you lost yesterday. However, if you break a single rule, a further $33.000 would be deducted from the prize fund."

His jaws hung open, he didn't know that Lana would do this behind him, putting him at risk of doing severe damage.

"Guys..." he says in disbelief.

"You stake that much money on us?"

Cole shrugs and chooses not to answer him.

-

FELIX: [Pinches the bridge of his nose] This is not good.

-

Since no one can get any clues from him, they turn to you and Maeve is the first one to take her shot.

"You didn't break any rules, right babe?"

You uneasily glance at Felix and sigh, also refusing to answer.

Lana takes over the situation again, "Both of you were very busy last night."

He can hear frustrated groans from everyone in there.

"The question is: Did you break the rules?"

Felix grabs your hand to seek comfort from you and prepares himself for what's coming.

"I can now reveal..."

Lana is dragging it to build suspense and possibly, a cliffhanger to end the episode.

"I must tell the group that..."

-

YOU: Lana, just get it over with. Please?

-

"They did not break any rules."

Felix finally can drop his act of putting on a guilty face and laughs as he watches everyone celebrating him for not having sex. He never thought he would experience this in life.

Cole comes running and hugs him, "I am so proud of you, man!"

Once everyone has taken their turns to hug and congratulate him, they're back in their seats.

"I'm not going to sit and act like it was easy. I almost folded, a few times," Felix confesses with a proud smile.

Killian nods in agreement, "I bet, mate, I bet."

"I am pleased to announce that you have both passed my test. Therefore, the prize fund has been reimbursed by $33.000 and now stands at $119.000."

It's like everyone got charged with more energy but Felix fears that now the money is back, they want to spend it on themselves.

"As a reward for passing my test, I'm sending you on a date this afternoon," Lana announces before saying goodbye.

-

FELIX: I am determined to prove that what we have is not just a physical connection and we proved that today.

-

The boys are so curious about last night that they don't wait to ask about the details.

"How did you do it?" Josh asks.

Felix snorts then answers, "Well, it wasn't easy."

Cole is so enthusiastic to hear about everything, probably because he's busy being a sex cop makes him forget to have some fun of his own.

"It was hard. Literally and figuratively," Felix shares with a deep laugh.

"At one point, I thought I was going to pass out," he adds.

That sends everyone burst into laughter, making fun of his suffering but in return, he gets the satisfaction from making them jealous.

-

YOU: I'm looking forward to our date. I'll use this chance to get to know him better and make some real connections.

-

It will be your second date together with Felix but you feel more nervous than the first one.

It gets worse when he sees you walking out of the make-up room, smiling at the sight of you. You're wearing a white sundress and tied your hair into a bun, exposing the nape of your skin because you know he likes to kiss you there.

"Gosh! You're so beautiful," he says as he kisses you on the cheek.

"The most beautiful girl," he corrects his first remark with a smile that doesn't wear off even for a second.

You drop your hand to let him hold it, clasped it together as you both walk to the spot where they have prepared a nice picnic at the beach.

He helps you sit on the picnic mat and takes out the food from inside a basket while you set it in the space between. He pops open a bottle of chilled champagne for a start and proposes a toast.

"Here's to making real connections!"

You clink your glasses together and take a sip at the same time. You pick on sliced fruits and feed them to him, licking your fingers after you shove a whole strawberry into his mouth.

-

FELIX: I'm on a date in a beautiful place with the most beautiful girl in the retreat.

-

Felix notices that you've been looking at him long enough it starts to make him nervous.

"Trying not to kiss me, huh?" He jokingly says with a sly grin plastered on his face.

You take a sip of your champagne before putting it away, centering your focus on him, "I get the impression that you're a man of physical affection," you say.

The observation is not wrong. Felix has always been a man of physical affection, that's his love language.

"I grew up in a very affectionate family. Hugs, kisses... we do all that. I even kissed my mum before leaving to come here," he admits with a shy smile.

"Don't be embarrassed. I think that's adorable," you tell him while picking a sliced melon from the bowl.

"I grew up with a belief that affection isn't affection without actions, you know?"

You nod as you chew and you wipe your hand with a napkin.

"With Lana and the rules, it's so hard for me... how am I going to make a connection without touching?" He explains and leans back with his hand propped next to him.

"Like... I can tell you 'I like you' so many times but I don't think that's enough for me, I have to show you either through a hug or a kiss..." his words trail off as he's aware that he has just opened up to you and he feels something that he hasn't feel for a long time.

You sit straighter, folding your legs to the side, and look into his eyes, "I understand."

-

YOU: The last relationship I had made me scared to try to open my heart to someone.

-

The sun is slowly setting for the day and the wind is blowing warm, salty air, sending your hair floating in the air.

One bad experience doesn't mean that the next one is going to be as bad. A relationship should start with an open heart and if you can't let him in, how is he going to know how you feel?

This will be the first time you share personal things with someone and perhaps, more people through the broadcast. You lick your lips before sharing that bad experience with him, "I went through like a nasty break-up last year. My ex used all my money, maxed my credit cards, and left me with a debt that I didn't even know I had until we separated ways."

You sip your wine before continuing and put all of your hair to the back as it keeps flying from the breeze.

"So, not only that I have trust issues. I have a financial problem and that two hundred thousand dollars can truly fix my life," you tell him.

You softly gaze into his eyes as you continue speaking, "I was planning on not to spend any money here but after the previous thing..."

You avoid putting Jamie in the sentence and pause mid-sentence instead.

"I learned that I shouldn't be doing that. Obsessing over the money stops me from making real connections."

Felix nods and holds your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and it's nice that he chooses to listen and not judge.

"Me willing to break rules with you tells you of how much I like you."

What you're going to say next is a hard thing to do but you want to give him the chance, "And I decide to trust you."

This moment is special. By you telling him your problems and your feelings to him, that means, you're willing to let him in

"I think what we have, it's worth fighting for."

-

FELIX: I am beyond happy that she shares her thoughts and feelings with me. I think I... fall in deeper [grins]

-

His heart palpitations with the way you honestly speak to him and he feels like screaming his joy out to the world, but for now, he allows himself to smile from ear to ear.

"I appreciate that you're telling me this," Felix sincerely says.

You smile at him and he wishes that he can kiss you to prove how much he's thankful for your honesty and the chance you give him.

Just like Lana reads his mind, both of your watches chime and turn green.

"Oh!" You gasp in surprise and show him the watch.

Felix automatically looks at his watch too to confirm that it's not some malfunction so he can proceed to do what he wants without spending some money.

You crawl over to him and he wastes no time cupping your face, holding your face as he places his lips on yours.

The kiss feels so exceptional, tender yet intense, all-consuming, he feels like exploding with the warm feelings flooding his chest.

He pulls away from the kiss to catch a breath and checks the watch if it's still green.

"It's still green," you tell him.

Felix gently holds your chin to softly peck your lips, making the most of the green light to pour his heart out through kisses.

"I like you so much it's crazy," he mutters between pecks.

You smile back at him and are about to answer when he interrupts you with a long peck.

"I like you but—"

He stops you from continuing with another peck.

"We have to stop breaking the rules, okay?"

Felix scoffs because he knows that he caused most of the rulebreaks and nods, but now you know the real reasons why he broke the rules and he knows that your true feelings for him.

There's no use for him to break any rules.

"Okay," he agrees.

-

YOU: It feels good to know that Lana acknowledged our growth by giving us the first green light in the retreat.

-

The date was close to perfect if it wasn't for the cameras filming it but that doesn't stop you from enjoying it.

Felix is carrying your shoes after seeing you struggling to walk in the sand in them, walking back to the house feeling impatient to tell everyone that the two of you got the first green light in the retreat.

"Oh, they're back!" Poppy announces their arrival.

Everyone is already on their bed when you both walk in, you sit on the end of Maeve's bed while he sits on Jamie's bed across from yours.

"So, how was the date?" Heidi impatiently asks.

"We had a picnic, there was wine and food... it was nice," you give a concise description of the date.

"What did you guys do?" She comes up with a nosy question next and does it so innocently.

You laugh at her so Felix takes it over for you, "We had talk and making some real connection."

Maeve coo in response and puts her arm around you.

"And we got a green light," he finally announces.

"WHAT?" Maeve shrieks in surprise.

You nod to confirm and laugh as she hugs you from the back.

"I'm so happy for you," she mutters.

And Cole on the other hand points at him, "That's my boy!"

-

FELIX: Good morning! It's another day in paradise!

-

Felix used to be dreading it, locked in a sexless retreat and not allowed to even touch himself.

Now that he's with you, it feels like he's living in a dream. He likes spending all of his time with you and being around you. He likes watching you doing even the most mundane things such as putting on makeup.

"What is this?" He picks up something he hasn't seen before.

You turn away from the mirror and look at it, "it's an eyelash curler."

He looks at it in pure wonder, "How do you use it?"

You put down the brush you're using and turn your chair sideways, "It's like this," you demonstrate to him.

He tries to do the same but fails, he pinches his eyelid instead of curling his eyelash.

You chuckle at him and carefully do it for him, "There you go!"

Felix blinks his eyes a few times and looks at himself in the mirror, "Oh..." he coos in wonder.

He turns to look at you again, "Do the other one," he requests.

You comply without complaining.

"You guys are so cute. Stop it!" Mia says from the side of the make-up table.

That only makes him happy that someone is jealous of both of you and what you have. What can he say? He's the luckiest to find you, here, in a dating show, of all places.

-

YOU: We're so happy that even Lana can't ruin that for me.

-

Lana called us to the cabana as usual.

This time you and Felix can relax knowing that you have both been good. The rulebreaking days are over and way behind him.

But he wouldn't pass on enjoying the drama unfolding as Lana announces further rule break. It reminds him of how he doesn't want to be on the hot seat anymore.

"We kissed last night," Jamie admits his mistake.

Cole is so finished with him that he just stays quiet while Lana announces that another six grands have lost from the prize fund.

"As we approach the end of my retreat, I hope you put your focus on working on yourself and who do you want to be when you return to normal lives."

It's just hit him that he can't live in this retreat and hope things will always be this easy forever.

"Will you continue to grow in relationships or will you revert to your old player ways?"

He's proud that he's changed for the better and chooses to be in a relationship but in the outside world where temptation is in every corner of the way.

"Therefore, I encourage you to use your time together to find out once and for all if you're on the same page."

Fear starts to creep into him, one that he didn't expect to feel when he's just begun to figure things out with you.

"Goodbye," Lana finishes and leaves him in a deep thinking.

-

FELIX: We established things between us and it makes me think of the next thing. It's not uh... I feel nervous to even talking about it.

-

With the retreat nearing its end, Felix starts thinking of things outside of the retreat.

He thinks about what it would be like to come back to real love and tons of questions rush into his head. What he fears the most is the long distance and he knows what it would likely do to a relationship.

All of these thoughts are making him restless, and pessimistic about his future together with you.

"It's going to be so weird not waking up next to you and spending my day with you," you say as you cuddle in the hammock together.

"Yeah..." Felix meekly says.

His mind wanders off to the wrong side of things of what things would be and he starts to unconsciously make an exit plan.

Thankfully, Lana has a workshop planned for all the boys so he can use the time to think by himself. Worse is, it's only got him thinking about it more.

He starts to ask himself if this is what he wants.

-

FELIX: It's like there's this battle of new Felix and old Felix because the old me would run away when things get this serious.

-

Felix is never good at hiding things and you can sense that he's anxious about something.

You turn on the bed to face him and put your hand around him, drawing lazy circles on his back while your other hand gently brushing his hair.

"You seem... different," you lower your voice as everyone else is trying to sleep.

"Is something bothering you?" You ask.

He kisses your shoulder and then your neck, "Nothing," he lies.

You scoot closer to him and put your hand on his chest next, "I'm sad that the retreat is almost over," you say.

It's a relief that he's not the only one feeling sentimental about this when he loathed being put in a sexless retreat on the first day here.

"Me too," he takes your arm by the elbow, putting a trail of small kisses along your inner arm.

"Isn't it weird that... I'm meeting you here?" You lowly chuckle at the end of your sentence.

That makes him chuckle too. The thought that he came from the other side of the world and one day, he met you here.

Felix doesn't believe in fate but he thinks fate has an unexpected way to bring you two together.

"And our meet cute is in the bathroom," he adds.

You put your hand under his white tank to touch his warm skin, "What are we going to tell people when they ask how we met?"

He puts his arm around you and holds you close, "Tell them to watch Too Hot To Handle."

You softly laugh into his chest and remind him of the deed he did a few nights ago, "And let them see you fingering me under the cover?"

Felix often forgets that he's being filmed and it hits him just now that anyone he knows could be watching him.

"I hope my parents are not watching," Felix quietly mutters, then kisses your forehead.

-

YOU: Something is going on with Felix and I don't know... I hope that he's not having doubts about us.

-

First thing in the morning, Lana announces that he's sending all the couples to go on their last dates in the retreat.

It would be wonderful if Felix knew where his head at. He's still haunted by his thoughts of yesterday and he feels bad for not being able to show you a happy face at the announcement.

You playfully nudge his elbow, "I'm excited for our date."

He forced to put on a smile, "Yes."

There are hours left until the date and after a workout session with Alex, he finds himself thinking out loud on the beach with Killian next to him.

"What's going on, Felix?" He asks, brushing his wet hair from taking a dip in the seawater.

He lets out a heavy sigh and stares out at the blue of the sea, "To be honest, I'm a little bit torn about what to do right now."

Killian was there in the workshop with him and knows enough that he has fear of the unknown which is the future of you and him.

"I understand the fear but..." he wipes the beads of water hanging under his chin, "that only means it's important, it's a meaningful thing for you."

-

FELIX: I've been single for some time and it takes a lot of courage for me to go to the next step.

-

A few minutes before it's time for the date, Felix knocks on the wall of the make-up room, seeing you still getting your hair styled by Maeve.

"Hey," he greets.

You smile seeing his head pop in the doorway.

"Are you ready, babe?" He asks.

"Just a minute," you say, letting Maeve finish her task first before coming out of the room.

You keep your head busy by picking which accessories to wear, than trying to guess why Felix acts differently.

Maeve is gently combing your hair with her fingers and looks at you through the mirror, "How do you feel?"

You shake your head and sigh, "I don't know... I don't feel confident about us right now."

You catch the reflection of Maeve frowning in the mirror, "What if it was a bad decision that I opened up to him? What if..." You feel tears welling up and stop you from talking.

She hugs you from the back and thinks of something to cheer you up, "I'm sure it's just about the retreat going to be over soon," she says.

You shake your head again and you can't fight the tears coming out of your eyes anymore, hurriedly dabbing it with a tissue to not let them ruin your make-up.

Maeve squeezes your shoulder, "It's not too late for us to become a couple and win the money."

You crack a laugh and let her finish by spraying your hair, "Don't think too much and try to enjoy the date, okay, babe?"

You nod and hand her the necklaces to help you put them on and clasp them.

"I would love to kiss you again," she says with a grin, complimenting you to make you feel better.

-

YOU: I'll be going on the date and hope for the best [looks down]

-

For this date, they're sending you on a yacht to sail to the middle of the sea, far enough from the villa but still, with cameras surrounding you both.

It's always a good idea to start with a toast after pouring the drink into two wine flutes.

"Cheers!"

However, your observant eyes don't miss seeing the calm he puts on is different from the usual one.

"So... what's going on? You've been quiet the whole day," you tell him then sip your drink.

He gulps air as you put him on the spot "It's obvious, huh?"

You nod and take another sip to continue talking, "I can't help but think that you start to... falter?"

You do see right through him that he's at a loss for words for a moment.

"Uhm..."

-

YOU: What the fuck is going on? I need answers!

-

"I'm a bit lost. I'm sure about what I want," Felix begins.

He puts away his drink, the alcohol not helping him with his jitters.

"We got closer to each other now but at the same time, it made me think about what I really want."

He can see how you're getting so nervous listening to every word coming out of him that the glints in your eyes dim a little.

"Having a relationship means that I need to settle down and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that."

-

YOU: I'm worried for both of us at this point.

-

It's obvious that Felix has been in his head too much to even think of all the possibilities and only focus on the worst outcomes when there are a lot of ways to solve them together.

Before you offer one, you need to ask him one important question.

"Are you happy?"

You ask him again just in case he didn't hear you the first time, "Are you really happy?"

Felix gets quiet for a moment and you give him time to answer you, you know it's more than just a yes or no question. It will determine whether this relationship should go forth or stop everything right here before anyone gets hurt.

Felix doesn't answer but decides to explain himself, "With you know, I live in Australia and you're living in the other part of the world."

So that's what's been bothering his head. He's been thinking of your future together outside of the retreat and that's kind of thoughtful of him.

"How are we going be in a relationship when we're living far away from each other?"

From his slightly quivering voice, you can hear how visceral his fear is.

"There's nothing wrong. It's more about me just trying to figure some things out," he assures you that it's just him overthinking things that got him here.

-

YOU: For a second, I was afraid that Felix would say he wanted out of the relationship.

-

Felix takes a sip of his wine as his throat gets dry from letting out the harsh truth.

"That's what I'm afraid of as well," you say.

You stare into his eyes with your squinted eyes from the bright sun shining down on you, "But we don't need to settle in one place to stay in a relationship."

That he didn't expect to hear from you because he thinks you would ask for some stability or commitment from him.

"You said you're traveling a lot for your job and maybe when I have paid my debts, we can travel together," you say.

A smile blooms on his face as it registers to him that what you said is true. He thinks too much on the negative side of things when things could go his way.

"We still have so much to figure out but as long as we're together and willing to try, we're going to be fine," you add.

-

FELIX: I didn't think that she would say that.

-

"It's a relief that you feel that way," Felix says with a smile still plastered to his face.

Change is indeed scary but it's also exciting. Felix feels so much better knowing that you're willing to try despite the distance that will separate you both.

"I really like you and I want to be around you for a long, long time," he earnestly says

Felix found his want in that sentence, he wants to be with you but he fears that the real world will tear you apart.

"I'm excited for what's going to happen and the future we'll have together," you say.

That puts him at ease and convinces him more of what he wants. He wants more of you.

-

FELIX: I'm always caught up in the moment all the time and I'm just going to say it, stop overthinking things.

-

Chugging a glass of wine to give him courage, Felix looks at you with hopeful eyes and starts speaking.

"With everything we've been through, I am more certain about my feelings so I'm going to say it..."

From the way he gets antsy, you fear that he's going to say something pessimistic about the relationship again.

He takes a deep breath and you mimic him by doing the same.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You scoff in disbelief and press the back of your hand to your cheek, feeling it heating under your touch.

All day, you've been thinking that Felix having second thoughts about the relationship and next thing you know, he's asking you to be his girlfriend.

It takes you a while to be able to speak, "Do you really mean it?"

"Yeah," he answers with a grin.

"I'm uh... I don't know what to say," you say, nonplussed.

-

YOU: Gosh, is this really happening?

-

Instead of beating faster, Felix feels his heart is slowing down and it will eventually stop beating if you decide to make him wait for your answer any longer.

Your eyes locked in an intense gaze with him and then nod, "Yes."

Swear he can feel his heart skipped a beat just now and it would be a perfect time for a green light, if not, Felix would unwillingly break the rules.

Lucky him, Lana delivers as both of your watches chime at the same time.

"Green light," he foolishly mutters.

You laugh and lean into the middle so he can kiss you. He's putting his hand on your neck to angle your head to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away, he looks at your face with adoration in his eyes before going for another kiss, a deeper, passionate, and ultimately, romantic kiss that marked the beginning of this relationship.

"I'm less scared now about us going our separate ways once the retreat is over," he says.

The fear is now replaced with confidence that things are going to be alright. A thousand miles away is nothing compared to what you have for each other.

You nod and hold his hand, "I told you, I trust you."

Felix can't stop himself from smiling as warm feelings fill him to the brim, "Oh, I got myself a girlfriend!"

-

FELIX: I was this close to making the worst mistake in my life. I'm glad I didn't.

-

"Look at that stupid smile!" Cole shouts the second he sees Felix coming to the firepit.

"Look at them holding hands!" Heidi squeals.

You both sit next to each other with happiness drawn on your faces.

"So...?" Heidi asks, being her nosy self as usual.

Felix looks at you and decides to be the one answering for both of you. He licks his lips before speaking.

"We went on a boat, and had a long, heartfelt talk," he begins.

He turns to the side to see you smiling, looking at him with sparkly eyes that make his heart flutter.

"We got another green light," he shares with a stupid grin on his face.

Heidi leans forward, ready for any juicy details, "The question is... did you make it official?"

Felix glances at you to seek permission if he should be the one to share another good news.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend," you take over from him.

Heidi leans closer, doesn't want to miss the next answer, "And did you say yes?"

You bite your lip and then excitedly nod.

"Oh, fuck off!" Heidi curses out of jealousy.

"You guys are too cute. Get out of here!" She reclines on the sofa in defeat.

-

FELIX: We've had the best date today and I have the best girl in the retreat as my girlfriend. My life couldn't be more perfect!

-

Felix has springs on his feet, even when he's lying on the bed, he feels like flying.

He likes putting his body on top of you and letting you wrap him in your arms and legs. He's getting even better at controlling himself since it's no use to doubt you now that there's clarity in the relationship.

"It's our last night in the retreat," he mumbles as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

"Mmh..." You hum in response while lazily scratching the back of his head.

"How about we blow all the money away?" He suddenly comes up with a very mischievous idea to pull a joke at you.

"As much as I want to kiss you. I don't want to waste any more money," you reply.

He looks at you and pouts for shooting his idea down.

"We need it for plane tickets," you remind him.

He nods in agreement and props his elbow next to your head, "Just one kiss," he seduces.

Your hand instantly flies to cover your mouth to prevent any damage from happening.

"I'll still kiss you," he says and kisses the hand blocking your lips.

He repeatedly kisses your hand then all over the face, getting soft in the head for how much he's into you.

-

FELIX: This morning, I reminisced about everything that happened in the last 24 hours and I realized how much she means to me.

-

"LAST DAY OF THE RETREAT! WHOO!" Heidi cheers in her raspy, sleepy voice then yawns.

Felix kisses your forehead as you're snuggling next to him rubbing the sleep of your eyes next to him.

"Someone is going to walk out of this retreat with $113.000!" Killian reminds everyone of what everyone could be at the end of this.

"Oh my, God! $113.000 is a lot!" Maeve says with a cute, surprised expression on her face.

"I'm surprised that we still have that much money," Laura adds.

Jamie points at Cole, "It's all thanks to Officer Cole right there!"

Everyone gave him a round of applause for voluntarily keeping everyone in line and sticking to the rules even though it might have not worked at times.

"I wonder who will win," Alex says.

Felix doesn't think too much about winning the money, he's been so focused on growing in a relationship with you but if he could nominate someone, it will be you.

-

FELIX: Everyone would say I'm biased, but I see her and her growth, how at first, she was scared to open up until she came to the point to let go of all of that when she decided to trust me.

-

Lana chimes in for her morning greeting.

"Welcome to your final day in the retreat."

It feels real now that Lana said that, this will be over soon and he has to say goodbye to this paradise.

"The winner or winners of the $113.000 prize has not been selected yet. Therefore, I encourage you all to use the 12 hours you have left to show me and your fellow guests why you deserve to win."

Felix feels sentimental once more. Despite the stupid rules, this wouldn't have happened without Lana and he wouldn't have met all of these wonderful people.

-

YOU: I'm going to use the best of our last day and enjoy it to the fullest.

-

"Okay guys, since it's the last day..." Maeve pauses talking to find something on the table.

"And before I go home to Ireland," she continues.

She looks at you as you sit on the other side with Felix tidying his locker in the same room.

"I need to ask you one thing," she says.

"Are you asking me?" You ask her, holding your eyebrow pencil mid-air.

"Yes uh..." Maeve leans in as she applies make-up to her eyes.

"Who is the best kisser? Is it me or Felix?" Maeve asks then burst into evil laughter.

Felix snaps his head and turns around his heels to see you, anticipating your answer more than Maeve does.

"Tell her, babe," he says to you, confident that his answer is him.

Without stopping doing your make-up, you answer, "It's a hundred percent, Maeve."

Maeve triumphantly howls and dances on her chair.

Not accepting your answer, he trudges your way and puts his hand around your neck, "It must be because I haven't kissed you in a while, huh?"

You tilt your head to the back and look up at him, "Nope."

He holds the sides of your face and leans in, "I'm going to remind you nonetheless," he jokes, leaning in to kiss you but his lips land on every part of your face except your lips.

-

FELIX: I'm excited for us and makes me want to let her know something I've been meaning to tell her.

-

After the last workshop in the retreat, everyone is called to the cabana.

"Hello, everyone!"

Lana welcomes everyone and goes straight to business.

"The prize fund now stands at $113.000."

"That's a lot of money," Cole comments.

Felix holds your hand because he knows that the money would be a great help to fix your life and he wishes in his heart that you'll make one of the finalists.

"Since your arrival in the retreat, I've been observing your behavior. Your ups and downs, your mistakes and breakthroughs. You all have shown impressive emotional development."

Felix couldn't agree more. He got caught in this bad habit of dating just for fun and look at him now, happy to commit to one girl.

"However..."

Whenever that word falls out of Lana's nonexistent mouth, it's always something not good.

"I have identified three finalists who stand out for their transformative journeys. And just one of them will take home the prize."

Again, Felix doesn't really care about the prize but his heart is racing, endlessly wishing that your name will be called.

"The first finalist is... Heidi!"

Everyone claps for her as she takes a stand.

"The next finalist is... Cole!"

Felix is more than happy for Cole, he's been working harder than everyone else in this retreat. He deserves it so much, other than that, he's a good friend of his.

"And the last finalist is..."

-

FELIX: I hope Lana sees the growth in her and she calls her name. [Clasps hands together]

-

Felix is more nervous than you are, his hand holds you tighter that it starts to sweat.

"Felix," Lana calls his name instead and he glances up in surprise.

"W-what?" He stammers.

But then Lana calls your name after and that's when it registered to him that she nominated you both as a couple to be the last finalist to win the money.

Felix throws his arms around and holds you tight, it's even better that you got nominated together.

He brings his mouth close to your ear and whispers, "Guess we'll be getting those plane tickets."

-

YOU: Wow. Okay? Wait— What? I can't believe I have the chance to win that much money.

-

"All three of you are the finalists. Tonight, one of you will leave my retreat with $113.000."

Felix hears you sniffle next to him and he pulls you for a side hug. You're touched that you're getting closer to what you want and because he knows how much this means to you.

"Please make your way to the dressing room and get yourself ready for tonight's announcement."

Felix holds your hand as all the finalists are being sent to the dressing room and everyone else will have to vote which one they think is the most deserving to win the money.

"It's so surreal!" Heidi shrieks the second he pushes the door to the dressing room.

"This is crazy," Cole is also still in disbelief that he got chosen to be a finalist.

Felix reckons that you need more time to compose yourself, he sits on the single sofa and lets you sit on his lap. He rubs your arms, giving you as much comfort as he can.

"Who do guys think will win between the three of us?" Heidi asks.

You shrug and hold Felix's hand, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"I think it's you, Cole!" Felix says out of courtesy.

"Yeah," Heidi agrees even though she doesn't sound very much like it.

-

FELIX: In all honesty, I think we deserve to win.

-

Everyone is taking their time to get ready for the last hurrah.

The theme is a white party so everyone is obligated to wear white. Felix puts on his white shirt and jeans while you put on a tight white dress with a deep cleavage, looking hot as always.

The only difference is that you look so tense and it's probably because you're nervous thinking about the prize. He stands behind your chair and gently massage your shoulders to help you relax.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers.

"Thank you," you mutter with a soft smile.

You pull his hands and hold them on your chest, looking at the reflection of both of you in the mirror. Felix loves what he sees.

The finalists are once again being isolated in the dressing room while they make the rest waiting outside.

"Whatever happens, I'm so proud of all of you," Cole earnestly says.

Felix offers his hand for a fist bump to him, "So proud of you, man!"

Heidi excitedly giggles and shouts, "May the best one win."

-

FELIX: We brought out the best in each other and are proud of our journey. Forget about the money, I'm leaving with a girlfriend.

-

Everyone welcomes all the finalists with cheers and whistles, taking a turn to hug everyone and greet each other.

"How are you feeling, babe?" Maeve asks you.

You let out a big sigh, "I'm close to having a panic attack," you jokingly answer.

"Good evening, everyone!" Lana as the host of the party, greets everyone.

"During the time in my retreat, you broke the rules 18 times!"

You and Felix look at each other then chuckles at the same time, remembering that the two of you contributed six times out of those eighteen.

"Throughout your stay, I have also observed people commit to the process and ultimately make a significant change."

Everyone is nodding in agreement and silently reminiscing about the time we had in the retreat.

"Finalists, your fellow guests have been voting for which one of you should win. The time has come to announce the winner."

He can feel your hand slightly shaking his and he tries his best to stay calm even though his heart is pounding in his chest.

"Finalists, please stand up!"

Offering his hand to you, you take it to help you get up from the chair and stand close to Lana's cone-shaped body.

"Good luck," Maeve quietly wishes you.

You stand close to each other and Felix rests his hand on the arch of your back, rubbing it up and down your spine to soothe you.

"The votes have been counted and only one of you can take home $113.000."

He looks at you and gets the confidence that no matter what the result is, he'll be alright, you and him will be alright.

"On third place is..."

Felix squints his eyes in fear, getting faint from the anticipation.

"Heidi."

You both look at each other with bewilderment on your faces, can't believe that everyone voted for two of you in the top two.

"And for the first winner is..."

Felix badly needs something to hold on to, he gets behind you so he can hug you from the back and clasp your hands together in front of you.

He flashes a smile at Cole, knowing that the winner is between the two of you and Cole.

"Cole."

Sure, he's disappointed that the two of you didn't win the money but it doesn't cancel out the growth you have gone through together. Mostly, he's thankful to have found you.

He hugs you tight and kisses your cheek, "I'm so thankful for you," he says.

You hug him back and mutter, "You have to help me pay my debts," you joke and rest your head on his chest.

Felix may have lost the money but he feels like a winner having you by his side.

-

FELIX: We didn't win the money but I got the most beautiful girl in the retreat [looks at you]

YOU: [Nods] I still prefer the money though.

FELIX: [Aggressively kisses your neck]

-

Everyone takes another turn to hug and congratulate each other.

It feels real now that the retreat is over and he probably wouldn't meet them again since they're from all over the world.

Cole pops open a bottle of champagne and sprays it at everyone, a few drops landing on his shirt and your hair.

"Congratulations! My retreat rules no longer apply," Lana concludes for the last time.

Felix has so much to say to you but before that, a kiss is what he needs right now.

He cups your face and softly puts his lips on yours, kissing you with such love that his heart rattles in his chest, overflowing with happiness.

-

FELIX: [Looks at you] I'm so proud of you and I... I love you [turns your head to kiss you]

YOU: Well, I love you too. [Chuckles]

FELIX: Really?

YOU: [Nods]

FELIX: [Holds your chin] I love you so much [pecks your lips]

-

The sounds of fireworks going off surprise everyone, lighting up the night sky with bright colors.

He turns you around to watch them together and holds you close, his mouth resting close to your ears.

"I'm so lucky," he whispers with a delightful sigh.

"I couldn't pick a better girl," he adds.

The 'you' that entered this retreat would choose money over him but the 'you' leaving the retreat is different. You grow into someone who's not afraid to try and let someone in, and you're leaving with a boyfriend who is worth more than any material things.

You look to the side to show him how grateful you are for him and pull his face close for a kiss, now that the rules no longer apply, it's your turn to truly show him how much you like him through actions.

Well, in that case, it's going to be a long, long night tonight.

-

FELIX: Can't wait for our life outside of this retreat but for now, it's time to f—

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JEALOUSY | lee minho x fem ! reader

some cursing & angst & fluff & happy ending & kissing & more under the cut !!

minho never thought he was the jealous type. at least, not until he met you.

WARNINGS | insecurities (minho feels insecure), mentions of food / eating, one instance of swearing, university au (please let me know if there's anything i missed)

WORDS | 2.4k

NOTES | i've had this written for awhile so i wanted to post it here now hehe ‹3

Minho didn’t like to think of himself as a particularly jealous lover. He was calm, he was collected, he was kind, he gave you space when you needed it, and he was secure in himself. Mostly.

And Minho could handle you being friends with other boys. The issue was not that there were boys who were your friends. The issue was not even that he didn't trust you. The issue was that you could be so oblivious to their flirting that you wouldn’t even try to stop them from flirting with you. And that irritated him to no end. Of course, he would never say anything because he didn't want to seem like a possessive boyfriend. 

He was supposed to be studying in the library with Chan, Jisung, and Seungmin, but he found his eyes fixed on you. He was restraining himself. He ground his teeth together and bit his tongue to keep himself from speaking up. He sat on his hands to keep them from curling into fists and to stop himself from standing up and marching over to you and your overly friendly classmate. Chan was staring at him, concerned at the way Minho was glaring and not even listening to a word he or his friends were saying. 

"Minho, if you glare any harder, you'll set the poor guy on fire," Chan finally sighed, patting him on the shoulder. "She's responsible. If he tries anything, she'll stop him. You know that." 

Minho pulled his hands out from underneath him and dragged them through his hair, sighing harshly, "I know, I know. She's just so fucking oblivious sometimes and she doesn't even notice them hitting on her and I just get so... so..." 

"Jealous?" Jisung chimed in, looking up from his homework. 

Minho groaned and buried his face in his arms on the table, "Is it that obvious?" 

"It's very obvious, mate," Chan chuckled.

"If you don't want yn to know about your little jealousy problem, you'd better pick yourself up quick. She's coming back over here," Jisung muttered, pulling Minho’s head out of his arms. 

Minho shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and grinned as you sat down in the empty seat beside him. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug and kissed his cheek sweetly, "Hi." 

"Hi," Minho murmured back, his grin softening into a saccharine smile, "What were you talking about? With your friend." 

You pulled your own homework out of your bag and set it out on the table in front of you, leaning against Minho slightly as you got to work on an essay your professor had assigned. "Hm, he was telling me about the school dance showcase coming up. He wanted me to cheer for him but I told him I would definitely be cheering for you. And then he asked if I could help him with the math homework we were assigned but I'm not really the best help in math, so I suggested he ask someone else. It was kind of weird. He seemed like he was trying to find excuses to talk to me, but I was kind of done with him so I said goodbye and came back here." 

Minho wasn't sure why, but his chest swelled with pride and relief. For once, it was like you had noticed someone was flirting with you and turned him away. He knew he shouldn't feel so giddy about it, but he couldn't help but be happy that even when talking to a friend, all you wanted to do was come back and sit with him. 

"Well, I'm glad you came back. Do you need any help with your homework?" 

Chan and Seungmin looked at one another and then they packed up their homework and dragged Jisung out of the library to leave you and Minho alone for a while. Though you didn't seem to notice, Minho caught on quickly and smiled to himself when Jisung winked at him before they left. Minho helped you write parts of your essay and finish the rest of your homework for the remainder of the evening, making you laugh and smiling with you along the way. He sometimes wondered how he got lucky enough to be with you. It was no wonder everyone always flirted with you—they’d be insane not to notice how wonderful you were. 

But his thoughts began to get the better of him and as the evening drew to a close, he found himself absorbed in his insecurities and negative thoughts. When the library closed, Minho walked you to your dorm room and left you there, barely murmuring a goodbye. He kissed your cheek and turned on his heel, leaving quickly. This struck you as odd, since you’d come to find that Minho was very affectionate and clingy when he was in a relationship, but you figured maybe he was just tired. When he got back to his own dorm, he collapsed face first onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow and groaning. 

"Minho? What's wrong?" Chan asked from where he sat on his own bed. His voice drew the attention of Jisung and Seungmin (who shared the dorm with Chan and Minho), both of whom were still focusing on completing last minute homework and hadn't even noticed Minho come in. 

"I'm such an idiot," Minho sighed, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.

"What are you talking about?" Jisung put aside his homework and got up to sit on Minho’s bed beside him. 

"Why is yn even with me?"

"Okay, what happened?" Chan narrowed his eyes and stared at Minho, "You guys seemed perfectly happy when we left you." 

"And we were. Nothing happened. I just couldn't stop thinking about her and that boy from her class talking and it made me think of the countless others who have flirted with her. Others who were far more qualified to be her boyfriend than me."

"Minho," Chan said seriously, "you are qualified to be her boyfriend. Maybe even more so than anyone else. You know her and she knows you. You're smart and funny and dare I say it, incredibly handsome. And despite knowing all of your dirty little secrets she has stayed with you and loved you through it all. She loves you. And no amount of flirting from random boys will change that as easily as you seem to believe."

Minho didn't speak. He had thrown his arm over his eyes, blocking his friends from view. He was ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he felt this way. Ashamed that he was burdening his friends with his stupid feelings. Minho hated feeling this way. He hated pushing the people he cared about away because he was scared he would hurt them. 

"Hey. Just tell her what's going through your head, okay? She'll understand." Chan tugged at Minho’s arm and forced him to look at them. 

"I'm just scared," Minho whispered, his voice cracking as he tried to hold back tears of frustration and self-loathing. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. And I don't want to hurt her. All I want is for her to be happy and satisfied with me. But I'm scared that maybe I'm not enough." 

"If she can't love you the way you are, she's not the girl you think she is," Seungmin muttered timidly, "But we've all seen how much she cares about you, so she will understand how you're feeling." 

Jisung patted Minho’s shoulder comfortingly, "Tell her tomorrow. Rest for now, Min." 

Minho’s friends stood up and made their way back to their own beds, each sparing one last glance at him before they shut out their lights and burrowed under their own blankets. He tried to sleep. Tried to rest. Tried to reassure himself that you did love him for who he was. He knew that you did. And yet, it was sometimes hard to believe. 

He tossed and turned, trapped in his own thoughts and insecurities. He didn't sleep that night. And in the morning when Chan flipped the covers off of him, he looked like a zombie. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. The lines etched on his face showed his exhaustion more than usual. His hair was a mess and his robes were wrinkled. 

Jisung joined Chan in looking at Minho who sat hunched over in his bed, eyes glazed over as he stared at the comforter. Jisung sighed and pulled Minho out of his bed and to his feet, "I told you to rest, Min, not stay up all night so that you look like death run over the next day. Come on, let's get you cleaned up, then." 

Minho moved slowly, stumbling every few steps and groaning because of the stiffness of his entire body. When he finally made it down to the dining hall for breakfast with his friends and joined you, his clothes were less wrinkled and his hair less messy, but he still felt sore, his face still looked tired and the bags were still heavy under his eyes. His throat felt scratchy and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse. 

You looked at him as he sat down, eyebrows crinkling in concern, "Min, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I— I'm fine," Minho murmured, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. 

"I'm worried about you," you placed a gentle hand on his cheek, turning his face to look at you, "You suddenly seemed so out of it last night and then you just left with a chaste goodbye and now you look like you got hit by a truck and then had a building dropped on you. What's going on?"

Minho shook his head, "I don't want to talk about it now. We'll talk after class, if that's okay with you?" 

"Well, I—" you hesitated, but then breathed out slowly through your nose and nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. I should probably get going. My first class is all the way across campus and I don't want to be late." 

But you couldn't focus during your classes that day. You were too worried about Minho. He had been acting strangely lately and it was concerning. You couldn't figure out simple equations in your math class, were yelled at for not paying attention during your history lecture, and couldn't even properly complete an easy chemical solution during chemistry. 

Similarly, Minho couldn't focus out of fear for how his conversation with you would go later. Would you be mad that he was so easily jealous and insecure? Would you even understand where he was coming from? Would you break up with him? 

As he finished his last class, Minho grew increasingly nervous. When the class was finally dismissed, Minho’s friends wished him luck and walked off together toward their dorm room. Minho waited for you outside in the quad where you had agreed to meet him, feeding the wild bunnies some vegetables he’d snuck from the dining hall. Somehow, this distracted him from the sinking feeling in his stomach. 

"Minho," you said softly as you walked up next to him, startling him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at you and then looked back at the bunnies that were starting to hop away. "So what's going on with you?" 

Minho held your hand gently in his and led you to sit on a bench on the edge of the open, grassy air. He took a deep breath and let go of you to clasp his hands together, hopefully preventing him from fidgeting nervously, "To be honest, I've been feeling pretty... jealous of the boys who have been flirting with you lately."

"I— you— what?" 

"Take yesterday for example. I know you turned him down, but the entire time he was talking to you I just felt... on edge. And then my jealousy ends up leading to insecurity and I can't help but wonder why you're even in a relationship with me."

"Minho, I—"

"No, no. Please, let me finish," Minho interrupted you, unclasping his hands and reaching for yours once more. As he took your hands into his, you looked at him, but he wouldn't look you in the eye. "Last night was one of the worst nights for me. I've been feeling lately as if I have nothing to offer you. I don't feel adequate. There are people who are smarter than me. People who are funnier. Better looking. I'm just average. Or less than that even. Maybe it doesn't matter to you that there are people who are better than me, and that's wonderful, really it is. But I'm still scared. I'm scared out of my mind. I'm scared I'm going to hurt you one of these days and there will be no coming back from that. I love you so much and I'm not ashamed to admit that. To be honest, I have a terrible habit of pushing away those who I love the most, but I don't want to do that with you. I want to try and work through these feelings of mine, unless you don't... feel the same?" 

You stared at Minho for a moment and then started laughing. You pulled your hands out of his and cupped his cheeks lovingly. Still laughing, you pulled his face closer to yours and kissed him gently. He stared at you, completely confused, as you pulled away, "Minho. I love you. And I always figured you were somewhat jealous, but I didn't know that you felt so insecure. Other boys can talk to me all they want, but they're not you. Maybe there are other boys who are "better," but they're not you, Minho. You could never hurt me. And, I'm always careful with you. I'm always careful when you ask me to be. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot push me away. I'll just keep pushing back until I'm right next to you again. Minho, you are the one that I love and no matter what happens, I know you always will be. So let's not let these insecurities get in the way, yeah?"

"Hm, only if you'll kiss me again," Minho grinned playfully, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, on the bench. The quad was fairly empty, so you didn’t mind the random display of affection. 

"I'll kiss you as many times as you want me to," you chuckled, leaning in and kissing him again, "I'm content to kiss you forever." 

In that moment, Minho was the happiest he'd ever been. For him, there was nothing better than kissing the girl he loved. He was no longer worried much about being jealous or about other boys talking to you because he knew that at the end of the day, you were still his. And he was yours. For as long as you would have him.

TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Synopsis: You and Lee Know become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (13,4k words)

Author's note: Oh, I almost forgot to schedule this as Felix went live on insta but here you go , ENJOY! :)

Content warning: This is entirely a work of fiction and not affiliated with real Too Hot To Handle show.

LANA: My systems predict more guest malfunctions on their path to enlightment.

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It's the way he can't stop touching you and the searing kisses that he places on your skin that shows you Minho is needy.

With his body pressed on top of you, you can feel him and the heat his body emitting is seeped into you. You feel hot inside and out, completely turned on.

"We're going to spend a lot of money tonight," he whispers, his eyes looking like two gleaming marbles in the dark of the room.

From these past few days, you spent playing who has the bigger ego and now you have come to a conclusion that you're done playing games.

Not sure about him but it reminds you to check whether you share the same understanding.

"Minho," you softly call as he buries his head in your neck.

"Mmh?" He answers with a low hum with his mouth on your neck.

You put your hand on his chest and push him just enough to make him look at you, "I like you.".

It takes everything in you to say those words. It's hard to let him know that, not after what he's done to you is making you feel insecure and sad which are the things you get from your past relationships.

You bring his head close until his forehead hits yours and you softly sigh before asking him, "Do you like me too, mmh?"

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YOU: I'd be so devastated if he said no but we can't continue this if we don't want the same thing.

-

Minho takes your hand and plants kisses on your inner arm, continuing the trail of kisses to your collarbone to the column of your neck.

His mouth stops right on your ear to whisper, "Why don't I show you?"

You know for sure that he's not afraid of breaking the rules but you nervously swallow air, wondering how far he'll go?

He tenderly caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before sliding his hand down your front, smoothly tugging his fingers in the waistband of your underwear.

Slowly, he's sliding it down your hips and you lift your lower half body to get it off of you. You remove your top next while he takes off his boxer, doing it so quietly while everyone else is fast asleep in the same room.

Minho keeps the duvet covering both of your bodies, aware that the cameras are filming this.

You delightfully sigh as he carefully puts his body on top of you again, he's so warm, firm, and soft at the same time. It feels so intimate to feel him skin-to-skin.

Minho buries his head on your neck again, kissing and without warning, biting on your skin. He does it gently, probably sparing you from having to cover the bite marks the next day.

You hold on to the duvet as he moves on to your chest, biting on the flesh under your breasts, a little harder than the previous bites.

It seems like it's his way of claiming his territory.

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MINHO: I wanted her to feel my passion [smirks]

-

Minho keeps his movement slow and quiet.

He props one hand against the mattress as he rubs his hardening member between your wet folds. He looks at your face with your mouth parted open with low moans spilling out of it.

To say that Minho is eager to be inside you would be an understatement but what he's afraid of is his self-control. You're so wet and his cock is swollen, throbbing.

Minho places a haste kiss on your lips before putting all of his focus on entering you. You spread your legs wider as he pushes his length little by little.

You cover your mouth with a hand, preventing any noises from escaping your mouth as he keeps pushing inside until he's fully sheathed in your warm, velvety walls.

Taking a moment to adjust to each other's, Minho takes the hand covering your mouth and clasps it with his, pinning it above your head as he lathers your lips with his.

He keeps your mouth busy as he begins thrusting into you at a steady pace yet intensely hard. Each trust sends him deeper inside you.

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YOU: His uhm... [bites lips] It's pretty impressive.

-

Minho takes your other hand and pins them both above your head, he only lets go of the kiss to catch a breath.

It's been a while since you refrained from any sexual activities and when you finally have sex again, it feels exceptionally good.

And Minho, oh, he's doing so good at pleasing you that it only takes him a few thrusts to make you fall apart underneath him. You dodge away from the kiss and look at him through half-shut eyes.

"I'm cumming already," you whine, sounding so small and pathetic at once.

Bet he already knows from the way you tighten and your walls fluttering around him but it's bad news for him for he can't hold it in any longer.

"I know, I know," he murmurs against your lips.

Without picking up the pace, Minho lets go of your hands to hover above you, that way he can thrust harder and deeper into you.

You put a hand around his neck and the other slithering around his arm with your nails digging into the flesh. You turn your head to the side and see that everyone else is deep in their slumber, oblivious to what's happening on your bed.

Surprisingly, it only arouses you more doing it while everyone else is asleep in the room.

Minho plants his mouth on your neck to muffle his grunts, getting closer to his release with his cock pulsating inside you.

You curve your arms under and around him, drawing him closer, clawing at his back. He's getting closer to his release and taking you with him.

All of your senses are obliterated as you reach your high for the second time that night. You lock lips with him and slowly come down from the high together by making out under the cover.

In that moment, you feel the closest to him, not just physically but emotionally.

In that moment, nothing else matters. One thing for sure is, that you both make it worth every single cent of it.

-

YOU: I must say… A solid 12 out of 10 [giggles]

-

"Good morning!" Agnes sweetly greets everyone the second the lights are on.

Everyone else is sitting on the bed, gathering their senses and energy to start another day in this retreat. You hug Minho the moment you wake up and place a long kiss on his cheek.

"Morning," you murmur and kiss him again on the jaw.

He grabs your hand and holds it close to his chest as he stays on his spot with his eyes closed.

"I hear smooching sounds all night," the new girl, Sofia, says.

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of last night, making you retrace everything that happened and how much they heard, or was anyone knew but decided not to tell.

"What kind of sounds?" Jai asks.

Sofia answers by making exaggerated sounds of people kissing and you have to play dumb while listening to the conversation.

"From where?" Agnes asks.

Sofia shrugs and fixes the strap of her tank top.

Agnes turns her head to look at you, "Did you hear anything last night?"

You nonchalantly shrug and calmly say, "Nah, nothing."

"Right? I didn't hear anything from this side," Agnes adds, gesturing to the right side of the room where she and your beds are.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief and glance at Minho who's looking calm, not caring about what happened or what's going to happen once everyone finds out about what the two of you did.

-

YOU: Huh? What sounds? No, I have no idea what everyone is talking about [slyly smiles]

-

Minho glances at you and sees you putting on your best poker face at everyone. He has to admit that you put a good one.

The only way to avoid suspicion is by pointing it to someone else. He rolls over and rests his head on your lap, his eyes directly going to Bryan who's smiling from ear to ear.

"Bryan, you had a good sleep?" He asks him.

Bryan scratches his head and avoids looking at him as he answers, "I slept well."

"Haven't seen you smile this much in a long time," Luca adds with Maisie playing with his bedhead.

Bryan laughs and hugs a cushion in front of him, "You guys are funny," he waves him off.

There's a moment passed in silence and then Maisie looked at everyone to put everything in conclusion, "So no one broke any rules last night?"

Everyone is either nodding or mumbling in agreement with her, while Zara simply doesn't care at all.

"Let's hope Lana rewards us for being so good," Maisie once again concludes.

-

MINHO: I hate to break it to you but uh...

-

The time for judgment is coming anytime soon.

Lana has been quiet after the morning greeting and makes him wait which is more nerve-wracking than admitting the crimes.

You find Minho sitting alone on the sofa outside, guess he's cooling down after working out at the beach like usual.

His orange hair looks vibrant under the morning sun, and his honey skin glows, inviting you to touch.

"Hi, sexy," You come up to him and do not hesitate to sit on his lap, straddling him on the sofa.

You put your hands around his neck next and are about to hug when he stops you, "I'm sweaty. It's nasty."

You chuckle at his words, "You are nasty."

Minho smiles and tilts his head back, looking up at you. He rarely talks and it's always your job to get a compliment out of him.

"How do I look?" You ask, flipping your hair to the back.

His eyes traveling down your body, he then rests his hands on each side of your waist, resisting himself to go lower than that.

"I don't like the bikini," he says.

You look down and check if there's something unflattering about the red bikini you're wearing, "You don't like red?"

His finger is playing with the strap of your bikini, "You look good without it."

That instantly makes you smile and your heart leaps. Worse is his eyes are still staring into yours, his bunny teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

"You should be on top next time," he says and you can see the glimpses of last night in his eyes.

It's so dangerous how he easily escalates things, he makes you smitten and horny in the next minute.

You lean in until your face is merely inches away from him, "There'll be next time, mmh?" You bump the tip of his nose with yours.

"If there's any money left..." he meekly says.

You laugh in distress because it reminds you of what's coming to you soon, you'll be lucky if you're still in one piece at the end of it.

You hug him for comfort and he wraps you in his arms, staying like that until he gently pushes you away.

"I'm getting hard," he says, grabbing a cushion to put between his crotch and yours as a safety measure.

-

YOU: There's no way we get out of this, right?

-

Forget that Minho says you have a good poker face.

You've been squeezing the cushion you're holding on your lap even though Lana's cone hasn't chimed up yet. He puts his hand on the small of your back, landing a few soothing rubs on it but you're way past getting comforted by it.

"Hello, everyone!" Lana greets.

"Hi, Lana!" Everyone says in unison.

"We're nearing the end of our retreat," Lana announces.

That seems to remind everyone how long we've been locked in in the villa and that it's going to be over soon.

"I've been seeing some of your progress," Lana shares good news for the first time.

"Finally, some good news," Maisie mutters with a smile.

At this point, Minho can only guess when she's going to say the word 'however' because that's his cue to panic. He looks at you again and you're starting to bite your lower lips.

"And I am pleased that some of you are committing to the process," Lana continues.

Everyone is clapping in joy and grinning because as far as they know, no one broke any rules. Well, Minho feels called out that Lana said 'some' and excluded him from it.

-

MINHO: I feel it coming...

-

"However," Lana says.

Okay, time to panic. Minho puts his guard up high and is ready to do some damage control.

"During the night, there was a serious breach of the rules."

Luca's jaws hang open while Maisie blurts out, "What the heck, you guys!"

Bryan brushes his chin and groans, "This is not okay!"

"May as well admit it now or we're going to be more annoyed if you lie about it," Jai says with piercing eyes.

Well, that's what Minho is about to do. He takes a deep breath and raises his hand.

"I did it," he innocently admits.

There are various expressions he gets from everyone, mostly surprised with a question mark drawn on their faces.

"Minho, man, what did you do?" Bryan asks.

"I kissed her in the shower," Minho shortly answers.

Luca turns to look at him, "Is there anything else you did?"

Minho gulps air and turns to see you, looking like the blood is drained from your face yet you give him a subtle nod to continue.

"We had sex last night," Minho confesses.

"WHAT?" Bryan snaps as if he's just heard the shocking news.

"Oh, nah, that's not— you guys don't even have a connection," Noah says.

And the rest are muttering words at the same time that you have a hard time defending yourself.

"I know you're probably thinking that we don't have connections but we had a moment, we have this chemistry between—"

You got cut off by Bryan, "I think you guys are being selfish," he hastily accuses.

You take a breath and try again, "Can I—"

"There's nothing genuine there," Maisie says, shaking her head.

-

MINHO: They think that it's just sex but for me, this is a part of our process, this is how we're dealing with it.

-

Minho rarely talks whenever someone does a rulebreak but seeing them not giving you a chance to explain yourself upsets him.

"Can you please let her explain first?" Minho may have raised his voice a little louder but it works to make them abruptly stop talking.

"And all of you can yell or curse at us after but please, let her talk first," Minho continues.

You flash him a thankful smile and take a deep breath to start it all over again, "I'm not going to tell you why we did it because none of you would understand but here's what I know..."

You shift your body to face everyone from the end of the sofa, "What we did was selfish and I am so sorry, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry but I promise to you guys that we'll prove you that we do have a genuine connection."

You're on the verge of crying but Minho's hand steadily holding the small of your back reassures you that there's no need for you to be afraid.

"And if there's a way to get the money back, I'll do it. If not, then I'm fine with Lana sending me home," you finish.

They're all not responding but you can tell that they're still upset and not convinced with your words.

"This incident of sexual intercourse has resulted in the deduction of the prize fund of $50,000," Lana mercilessly announces.

You close your eyes and imagine all that money slipping away from your hands.

-

YOU: Lana, honey, not 50 grand, please?

-

"The prize fund now stands at $90,000."

Minho doesn't care about the money but hearing that half of the prize fund has gone down the drain makes him feel bad about it.

There's no regret still but he's feeling guilty for costing this much on everyone.

Everyone leaves the cabana, throwing daggers with their eyes and muttering all kinds of things under their breath as they walk past you and him.

You melt into his arms the second everyone has left and mumble, "We're in a pickle."

He puts his arm around you and kisses the top of your head, "We're going to be alright," he assures you even though he's not sure about it himself.

You look at him and pout, "We have to prove to them that we have a connection," you mumble again.

He nods in agreement, "And we do have that so you don't have to worry."

You nestle your head in the crook of his neck and let out a big sigh, "Oh, fuck..."

He pulls you closer and rubs your back, "I have your back," he says with a sly smile.

You put your hand on his back and say back to him, "I have your back too."

-

MINHO: For this relationship to work I have to start to open up to her... well, that's something I'm still working on [sighs]

-

"If it's me and Agnes, can you imagine the shit we'd get?" Jai complains between his grunts as he's pumping his chest by lifting weights.

Jai drops them onto the concrete after finishing ten repetitions and groans in exhaustion.

"I think everyone lay you guys easy," he says.

Minho silently cringes in disagreement, "I don't think they lay us off 'easy'."

Jai laughs and sits next to him on the yoga mat, looking out at the beach with the waves lapping over the white sands.

"I'm just hurt you take the most spending couple title from us," he jokes.

Minho snorts and stretches his hands out, "Please, take it back from me!"

Jai laughs and drinks from his water tumbler, "Maybe I will, tonight."

"Tell me what time 'cause I'd like to watch," Minho jokes back.

Jai almost spits his water but manages to swallow it all down even though a few drops escape his mouth. He's shaking his head as he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his t-shirt.

"I can't believe you did that with all of us in the room," Jai says in disbelief.

"You should try it. It was thrilling," Minho suggests with a wild grin on his face.

Minho and Jai are changing clothes to get ready for the night when Lana's cone dings.

"Jai, you may have to dress nicely 'cause I'm sending you on a date with Agnes," she informs.

Jai brags with a nonchalant shrug at Minho and turns to thank her, "Thank you, Lana!"

-

MINHO: Our relationship has been tumultuous from the start so if we had to compare with the other couples, we have a lot to catch up on.

-

Everyone is on edge after finding out about how you spent 50 grand in one night.

Well, it's not like you're in the mood to comfort everyone but you know one person that you know needs it most right now.

Things are not going well with Zara.

Instead of coming to his senses, Bryan keeps making the wrong choices and hurting her in the process. It's concerning to see her getting more and more reluctant to join the process.

You skip spending so much time dressing up for tonight since you don't get a date with Minho. Well, you can't complain after the thing you did last night.

Zara is sitting on the lounger by herself tonight and it's just sad.

"Hey," you softly greet.

She turns to see you coming and weakly smiles, "Hey..."

"Let me give you a hug," you say, not waiting for her answer but put your hands around her and hug her for a good minute.

"How are you doing?" You ask as you sit at the end of the lounger.

"Honestly..." Zara lets out a sigh as he reclines on the lounger, "I feel so... I feel like shit."

It's only right for her to feel that way, Bryan has been blatantly showing interest in another girl and Zara sees all that right in front of her.

"It's so raw, yeah, I understand," you say with a sympathetic smile.

Behind her, you can see that Bryan is with Sofia, talking and laughing. It's so mean of him to not, at least, try to protect Zara's feelings.

"This hurt less than when he decided to share the bed with her," Zara says, noticing that you're watching Bryan and Sofia talking in the back.

"He has gone the furthest. There's no coming back from it," she adds.

You put your hand on her knee, "I think you should not try and rise to it," you tell her.

"They keep shoving their happy faces at me and I just— he doesn't even give me a space to process," Zara's voice is breaking at the end.

The radiance that Zara has when you first meet her seems to have dimmed. You feel bad for being so busy in your own drama that you didn't notice Zara has been suffering by herself.

"At least, now we know that you two aren't right for each other," you give her the positive side of it.

You scoot closer to give her a long hug, "You deserve better, my darling!"

-

YOU: Seeing what Zara is going through makes me realize that I could've gone down the same route if I kept being my stubborn self.

-

Now that you have nothing else to do, you get ready for bed earlier than usual.

You enter the bedroom and see Minho is already lying on the bed with his hands under his head.

You break into a run and jump onto the bed, lying on top of him next as he lies underneath with eyes closed, his hands wrapped around you.

You look at his face, admiring his lashes that curl and fan out so beautifully on his closed eyelids.

"You have such pretty eyelashes," you mutter a praise to him.

Using your index finger, you trail the bridge of his nose and when you get to the pointy tip, he surprises you with a bite on your finger.

You reflexively retract your hand and get away from it, laughing at his failed attempt to bite you.

His eyes remain closed but his hand is gliding down your back and he tugs his fingers on the elastic band of your underwear.

Getting dangerous to be considered a heavy petting, you take his hand away and click your tongue at him as a warning.

He mischievously slides his other hand and before he can make it to the curve of your ass, you topple your body to the side and squash his hand under you.

"You can't do that, baby," you remind him.

But Minho only slyly smiles with his eyes still closed in response.

-

YOU: It's so hard not to let him touch me. Have you seen Minho? Can't you blame me?

-

"Guess what?" Agnes asks as she and Jai are back from their date.

Sofia turns over on her bed and asks, "What?"

"We got the green light!" She brags, saying it like she's been waiting for long to say it.

You cheer and clap for them while Minho is slapping your ass in substitute for it.

"Congratulations!" Minho says to Jai as the couple sit on their bed.

"Thank you," Jai says with a teeth-baring grin.

It's the first grin that Minho is glad to see. He's kind of jealous about it because he does want to take you on a date and prove to everyone that he does have a connection with you.

Just like that isn't enough to make him jealous, Luca also comes back from the date looking joyful and it's safe to guess that he gets the green light too.

It's not hard to notice that you have the same thing in your eyes. He pulls you, holding you close to lowly asks, "Are you sad that we didn't get on a date?"

You subtly nod then mumble into his chest, "We're on Lana's naughty steps," you remind him.

The way you're saying it is like a toddler fussing to her parents and it's adorable to him. He buries his head in your neck to give you ticklish kisses, making you squeal.

-

MINHO: I mean, I would love to get a green light too.

-

"No rule breaks tonight!" Minho suddenly shouts as the lights are turned off.

Jai hurls a cushion at him, "you knob," he calls him out with a low laugh.

Minho spoons you from behind and slips his hand under the camisole you're wearing, his fingers teasing your underboob as he playfully bites at your ear.

"Let's spend another 50 grand tonight," he jokes.

He says it loud enough to annoy everyone in the room, a few of them are laughing and Bryan clears his throat as a warning to him.

You cover his mouth to stop him from making jokes, "Shh..."

He does the same to you, putting his hand over your mouth as he tickles you with more kisses on your neck.

"Minho..." Bryan calls him out with a scolding tone.

Minho gently bites on your shoulder before answering, "Sorry, Bryan, my mouth was full when you called me."

"Funny, man, that's funny," Bryan half-heartedly responds.

You turn around and cover his mouth with both hands now, shutting him up for good this time.

"Let's sleep, mmh?" You mutter with a kiss on his jaw.

Minho gives up and keeps you close to his chest, his hand tangled in your hair.

"I'm going to miss this," you mumble.

He didn't hear it the first time, "What's that?"

You put your hands around his neck and talk while you look at his face, "I know I said I'm okay if Lana sends us home but I'm not ready for that."

It's easy to be with you because you're open about your feelings, opposite to his closed personality. He gently massages the nape of your neck as he intently listens to your heartfelt talks.

"I still want to be here with you," you murmur.

His heart rattles in his chest hearing how much you wanted to stay here and it's because of him.

"Me too," he says with a long peck on your forehead.

-

MINHO: I like her. I don't know why it took me this long to realize this. I really like her.

-

The girls are hanging out in the bedroom as the boys are out of the house for a workshop.

You're cuddling with Zara on her bed and talking about random things other than anything on this retreat to get her mind off things.

But with Sofia there, it's hard not to think about Bryan.

"You're doing alright, right, babe?"

She looks at the ceiling and avoids your eyes as she replies, "It still hurts, you know, because of how it happened and we never chatted."

You rub her elbow and softly speak to her, "I can help the two of you talk if you want," you offer.

She closes her eyes and sighs, "I don't know..."

The talk has to stop as the boys have returned from the workshop, barging into the bedroom and you smile once you spot Minho.

He stops at the side of the bed and takes the hand you offer him.

"I missed you," you tell him even though you've only parted with him for an hour.

"Let's talk outside," he says.

"Okay," you comply and follow him out of the bedroom.

Minho leads you to the terrace and tells you to sit on the sofa, "Sit there!"

You're used to his strange ways of doing things at this point and doing what he asked by sitting on the sofa.

"Your legs on the sofa as well," he demands.

You put your legs up on the sofa and weirdly stare at him.

"Open your legs," he orders.

Your eyes widen but again, you comply by spreading your legs open.

He looks at you in that position for a moment, he hisses through his gritted teeth then says, "Grab a cushion!"

You awkwardly reach for a cushion close to you and hold it out in front of you since his instruction isn't clear.

"Put it there between your legs," he says.

You get the point that this is for a safety measure and chuckle as you put the cushion between your legs.

Minho smiles in satisfaction and does not waste time sitting there between your legs, resting his back on your chest.

You giggle as you put your arms around him, "You can simply say that you want to cuddle," you say, burying your nose in his hair

"What's the fun in that?" He simply responds with that half-smirk of it.

It's so comfortable and nice that you instantly relax around each other, you softly scratching his head while Minho gently rubs your forearm with just his fingertips.

After a while, he tilts his head to look at you and says, "You know that I like you, right?"

It's so sudden that you don't know how to react to his confession but nod, "Y-yeah," you stammer.

"Well, you showed me that and it even came with a receipt," you try again with a playful tone.

He looks at you without saying anything and goes back to look straight ahead, "I don't want to keep leading you on without saying how I feel about you," he says.

He turns his head again and clasps his hands with yours, "Not saying it doesn't mean that I don't feel it but I want this to work therefore it needs to be said."

Your heart starts to race and you bet he can feel it as his head lies right above it.

"I like you. I like you a lot," he says with his brown eyes staring right into yours.

Your heart drops and bursts open, you believe he can see your eyes overflowing with warm feelings as you stare back into his eyes.

"Not trying to be competitive here but I think I like you more than you like me," you say back with a big smile.

"Is that so?"

You nod.

"Okay," he casually responds.

"Thank you for letting your guard down for me," you earnestly tell him while tightening the hold around him and a brief kiss on his neck.

"Kiss me then!" He cheekily asks, puckering his lips at you.

"I'd love to but I'm afraid we're still on Lana's naughty steps," you tell him with a pout.

If they didn't chime, you wouldn't realize that you have the watches and they turn green. You get stunned for a while and glance at him.

"We got a green light!" You innocently tell him.

He tips his head to look at you with wild glints in his eyes, "Quickie?"

You laugh because that's the first thing that he wanted to do. Choosing the simplest option, you hold his face with one hand and keep it still as you lean in, giving him an upside-down kiss.

It feels good to be able not only to say it back to him but also show how much you mean those words with all of your heart.

As you let go of the kiss, Minho glances down his watch to check if the light is still a grin before pulling you for another kiss. You moan as Minho returns the kisses harder that you're struggling to keep up with him.

The laugh you let out against his lips doesn't stop him, he keeps kissing your open mouth. You have no other option but to break the kiss.

Minho slouches down your chest and puts your hands on his chest as he closes his eyes.

"It's so comfortable," he hums as he nestles his head between your breasts.

"That's because you're resting on my tits," you tell him.

-

YOU: I needed that kiss but I hope this also means that Lana sees our growth as a couple.

-

Bryan has been looking at Minho, up and down and up again while he's getting ready in the bathroom.

"You find your type on me?" Minho teases him.

Bryan shakes his head and hisses, "I can't tell if you're happy or upset, man, I can't read you," he says with a frustrated sigh.

"I'm not a book. Why would you read me?" He simply responds.

On the other hand, Bryan is an open book, he's so easy to read and with a quick observation, Minho can tell that he is a bit chipper than usual.

"You spent money?" Minho asks.

He scoffs and continues to splash his face with water instead of answering. From the way he doesn't deny him, it can only mean one thing.

"How much?" Minho corners him with another question.

Bryan shrugs and ignores him again, Minho almost laughs at how readable everything is from every gesture he makes with his bulky body.

With him spending a quarter of the fund by himself, Minho wouldn't be upset about Bryan breaking the rules but the only concerning thing is how Zara is going to react to this.

"Have you talked to Zara?" He asks.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about," Bryan says.

That thick body comes with a thick head that every word he has said to him bounces off, it's impenetrable.

No one likes to be preached so Minho decides to leave it at that. He only tries to knock some senses into him but then again, he shouldn't meddle in someone else's business in the first place.

-

MINHO: I'm not a saint either but I'm just trying to... stop Bryan from making another big mistake.

-

They're both heading down to the beach as Lana calls everyone to gather there. Minho doesn't worry at all knowing that he hasn't done anything that cost anyone money although he has to admit that it feels good doing good and gets rewarded.

He sits on the empty seat next to you and puts his arm around you, he's not nervous nor worried, he simply wants to hold you.

You hold his jaw and gently caress his cheek with your thumb, "You look good, baby."

You're not satisfied with him only responding with his half-smirk of his.

"Thank you. You look good too," you tell him the response you wanted from him.

"Thank you. You look good too," he repeated your words, verbatim with the same plain tone.

You brightly smile at him, "Aw, thank you, you're very sweet!" You say with a small kiss on his cheek.

He offers his other cheek for you to kiss but Lana's chime interrupts both of you.

Lana is taking everyone's attention when she's perched there on top of a wooden table in the middle.

"Hello, everyone. Some of you have made significant breakthroughs in the retreat but even though you're nearing the end of the process, there are still individuals who are breaking the rules."

Minho's eyes shift to Bryan because he knows for sure that he did it, it's written all over his face. Everyone else is just too annoyed with the fact that someone broke rules knowing that there's not much left in the prize fund.

"Okay, okay," Bryan quickly speaks up.

Minho enjoys seeing all the surprised faces, including you.

"I'm just going to go ahead and admit that I kissed Sofia last night," he confesses in a quick rambling.

A few are silently laughing at him for breaking his own principles and costing everyone the money he once dearly protected so much.

"However, that is not all! There was another breach of the rules," Lana shares.

"Oh, shit..." Maisie mutters and pinches the bridge of her nose.

Everyone is throwing daggers with their eyes at Bryan and Sofia and probably won't stop until one of them confesses the other thing they did.

"So it was a kiss and then... what?" Jai asks with wrinkles on his forehead.

"I gave him a handy," Sofia hurriedly spills, sending everyone groaning as a result.

Minho turns to the side and whispers at you, "I would love a handy."

You gently slap his face and shake your head with a smoldering glare at him.

"A total of $10,000 has been deducted from the prize fund. The prize fund now stands at $80,000," Lana updates.

More groans and moans are heard around the circles after finding out the accountant spent ten grand on a kiss and a handjob.

"That's just low..." Luca grumbles as he sits right next to him.

"I think... it's–it's worth it," Bryan defends himself, half stuttering.

Minho bursts out laughing, "You are an accountant!" He reminds him which should give him the idea that he should know better about things that are worth that much money.

"I have further business," Lana surprisingly adds.

Minho has an inkling that it's going to be bad news but the question is what is worse than losing money?

"The retreat almost comes to an end after which I'll be allocating the prize fund to those most deserving."

That gets him on the edge of his seat because he has another inkling and it's not a good one.

"However, I have observed that not all of you are sufficiently invested in the process."

He's right and now he can't think of anything but let the anxiety reside in his head.

"Two people in particular are showing no interest in participating in the process or making a meaningful connection."

Minho turns to look at you and your concerned face which reminds him of what you said to him the other night. Except that the fear is getting unbearable for you and it shows from how you tightly hold his hand.

"For that reason, I'll be sending those two people home tonight."

-

MINHO: It could be us. We committed a serious breach of the rules so... [sighs] it could be us.

-

It feels like your heart just dropped to your stomach.

It was only last night you told Minho you're not ready to leave yet, you want to be here with him and finish the rest of the retreat.

"The guests leaving the retreat are..."

The fear is creeping up inside you that you unconsciously squeeze his hand in yours too hard, feeling defeated already even though Lana hasn't announced the names yet.

"Noah and Zara."

Instead of being happy, you throw yourself at Minho and cry. You're relieved but sad at the same time, relieved that you're still staying and sad that Zara is being sent home.

"It's because—" you got paused by a hiccup.

"Bryan broke her fucking heart," you tell him between your sobs.

He seems to agree with it too and holds you close, letting you cry into his chest.

"I have nothing else to learn in here anyway so I think it's best for me to go," Zara sadly says with eyes brimming with tears.

She then makes a quick farewell to everyone not excluding Bryan. She gives him a quick hug and halfheartedly mutters, "Have a good time!"

When it's her turn to hug you, you just hug her so tightly and cry, feeling the loss already even though she's still here.

"I love you," Zara murmurs and kisses your wet cheek.

You can't bring yourself to say it back to her when the tears won't stop streaming down your face.

She hugs Minho and gives him a warning, "Be good to her, please!"

Minho smiles and hugs her back, muttering well wishes for her before she waves her hands at everyone, and then leaves.

-

YOU: Zara is such a good friend and I'm sad to see her go but I'm not worried for her, I believe she'll find better things outside of this retreat.

-

Not only Minho is grateful that the two of you are still staying in the retreat, but he's also grateful that he fixed everything right on time.

Or else, he would be deep in regrets just like Bryan is right now.

The sight of the empty bed amplified the loss of Zara and Noah in the retreat. Another thing he's grateful for is waking up next to you.

"Are my eyes still swollen?" You sleepily ask.

Devastated by Zara's leaving, you didn't stop crying even after she left. He understands the feeling because of how close you are to Zara.

Minho cups your jaw in his hand, "I still want to have sex with you if that's your concern," he playfully says.

A smile blooms on your face, you lean in to place a long, lingering peck on his cheek and sigh when you let go.

"I'm so happy we're still here," you tell him, nuzzling your head into his neck.

He squeezes your hand and takes it to place a kiss on it, "You okay?"

"Mmh..." you hum your answer.

He brushes the end of your hair with his fingers, "What do you want to do today?"

"Sleep all day," you shorty answer with your eyes closed.

But Minho has another idea in mind, "No, you're going to work out with me," he insists.

"No," you whine, clutching the duvet and pulling it higher to your chest.

"Yes," he persists.

"No," you whine again and aggressively shake your head at him.

The intention of taking you to work out with him is so both of you can do something that would keep your minds off things.

By things, he means things he wanted to do to you but shouldn't do.

"Oh," you moan.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," you groan and drop onto the mat.

"You can do another set," he encourages and sits next to you.

You roll over and lay on your back, showing him your body glistening wet with sweat with the pale morning sun reflecting the sheen of sweat to him.

You shake your head at him, your mouth parting open as you catch your breath, "No, please..."

This is not the intention because now all he can think about is having you under him, doing those things he shouldn't do.

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MINHO: It's not just sex now. I like her but it's only making it harder for me to keep my hands off of her.

-

Never again.

At first, you're glad that he wants to spend time with you by working out together but after today, never again. It was so intense and draining that your legs are shaking as you stand against the sink to wash your hands.

"Rock, paper, scissors," he asks you to play out of the blue. He's been making a big deal of who should be taking a shower first.

You sigh as you turn around to see him, "We can shower together."

He shakes his head and insists on playing, "Rock, paper, scissors!"

You pull out a rock while he pulls out a paper, resulting in your loss. You subtly roll your eyes at him and are about to say he won so he can shower first.

"You lose. You shower first," he says.

"Eh?" You look at him in confusion.

You grab a towel and your toiletry bag, "Are you sure you don't want to shower with me?"

He leans against the sink, crossing his arms in front of him and shaking his head at you.

Feeling mischievous, you take your workout clothes in front of him to entice him to come into the shower with you. It doesn't faze him that you have to find another idea to tease him.

"You let me shower first so you can watch, huh?" You say with a sly smile.

He doesn't respond and watches you enter the shower. It's when you turn to pick up your bottle of shampoo you see him staring through the glass door with a creepy smile on her face, sending you into peals of laughter.

Sadly, you can't stay to watch him taking his shower in return. Lana is throwing another party tonight along with a box of costumes for everyone to wear.

The theme is birds of paradise and you want to look good because it's probably the last party you'll ever have in the retreat.

You pick one in a white feathered costume plus its wings, spending a good hour doing make-up and styling your hair with help from Agnes.

Minho is dressed up in all black, you guess it's a raven and he looks hot nonetheless. He may be a dancer but when it comes to having fun on the dance floor he refuses, leaving you no choice but to pick another dance partner and Luca is the lucky one.

Everyone is having so much fun until Lana chimes.

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YOU: Can't say I'm surprised! Lana just can't stand seeing us having so much fun.

-

You got rid of the wings to get comfortable sitting on the sofa because only God knows what kind of news Lana is going to deliver tonight.

"No one lost any money," Bryan says but the tone indicates that he's rather asking than making a statement.

"Not in the last five minutes," Luca replies.

You get used to this All eyes are directed towards you and Minho now, "we didn't do anything," you assure them.

Lana chimes in again, announcing her arrival.

"Good evening, everyone!"

"Hi, Lana," you reply with sheer excitement.

It's hard not to be nervous when you know something is coming.

"As we begin to enter the final phase of my program, it is time to recognize the progress and growth that has been made..."

It's safe to say that you've made progress with Minho but you're not sure if it's enough for Lana.

"... and to give you an opportunity for redemption."

Redemption? That sounds intriguing and you slowly catching up on it until Lana calls your name and Minho.

"Your relationship has so far cost the group the most money."

You feel called out and put on a thin smile at the reminder of it, "I've been a bad girl, Lana, I know."

"However, with the growth and the bond you have shown, you deserve the chance to return the money to the prize fund."

Everyone is cheering, they get so excited with the promise that they will get more money on the prize fund that they forget there's a catch to it.

"Therefore, it's time for you to face the ultimate test."

You screw your eyes shut and curse under your breath, "Oh, fuck..."

"You will spend the night at the private suite."

You look at Minho and it astounds you how he is so calm about this.

"We're fucked!" Jai hastily concludes and laughs.

"They had sex while we were in the room with them. What do you think will happen if they're alone together?" Maisie pointed out why people should be expecting the worst out of this instead of encouraging both of you.

"If you succeed without breaking further rules, I'll increase the prize fund by $50,000."

They once again get excited whenever money is mentioned.

"If not, I'll deduct the same amount from the prize fund."

And there she goes, making everyone lose their hopes on you and Minho again.

"Please make your way to the suite," Lana finishes.

"Have fun!" Jai shouts from the other end of the sofa.

"But not too much!" Agnes adds.

-

YOU: How am I going to resist Minho? I am screwed.

-

Minho doesn't need another test.

Refusing the offer to join you in the shower was already a test to him but now, Lana has decided that she wants to take the test further.

This is what he wants, privacy and some alone time with you but this is not what he needs, at least, not in this retreat.

How is he going to refuse you again when you ask him if he wants to have a bath together? There's only one right answer.

"Why would I pass the chance to see you naked again?" He answers.

You both strip all of your clothes while waiting for water to fill the tub. Minho has seen your naked body a few times and even feels you against his body but oh, it's so different when he stands there and catches you looking at him.

You don't even try to hide those eyes traveling down his body, biting your thumb when you take your eyes back to look at him.

"You're so fucking hot," you say with a low, sultry voice.

Your eyes go down his body again, licking your lips then say, "I want to give you head."

Minho scoffs and turns to turn off the faucet, trying not to care about what you've just said when, in fact, it's been echoing in his head the second those words are out of your mouth.

-

MINHO: It's going to be a long, long night.

-

Your eyes are following him and watching every muscle on his body contract whenever he does something.

The water is warm but his ears and his honey skin turn red around the chest. There's no way it's because of the water or he's shy, he's aroused.

You keep biting your lips to not let your lewd thoughts out and feed his desire, you have to actively tell your brain to cooperate to win the money back for everyone.

There are no words spoken after a few minutes of sharing a bathtub and exchanging naughty glances at each other. But the body, the body just can't lie.

"I thought after having sex with you, I wouldn't crave it anymore," he suddenly says.

You sip your glass of chilled wine and ask him, "But?"

"I want it more. I want to have sex with you," he shamelessly admits.

You feel his toe rubbing against your thigh in the water, "yeah?"

"Again and again," he continues.

Minho puts his hand into the water and holds your leg by the ankle, rubbing your calf that you newly discovered is one of your sensitive spots.

"And again..." he continues.

He stares at you and takes your wine glass to drain it empty, "Just sex all day with you."

It's the way he casually and openly tells you all of those naughty ideas that make you squirm in the tub. He knows what he's doing therefore it only arouses you more.

-

YOU: I don't want to spend money [hisses] but can I use my credit card?

-

Minho returns from the bathroom to find you sitting on the edge of the bed, looking through a basket of sex toys in it.

"Found some of your favorites!" You say as he climbs onto the bed.

He sits behind you, also looking through various things inside the basket from feathers to butt plug which only gives him a new list of things he wants to do to you.

You pick up the handcuff and look over your shoulder at him, "Want to use it on me?"

It'll be fun if you use it on him but you offer him to use it on you? You've just made him fall deeper into you.

"Be gentle with me, please?" You tell him as he handcuffed both of your hands then put them above your head.

"Only if you keep it there!" He warns.

You giggle instead of answering, earning you a gentle slap on the stomach using the heart-shaped paddle.

"Yes, I'll keep it there," you hurriedly confirm.

After a moment, you suddenly add, "Or I'll try to."

Minho drags the end of the paddle to your sternum and slaps you there, making you wince for a second then giggle the next second.

His eyes are following the end of the paddle sliding down the front of your body, making him wish he used his hand instead.

Taking a moment to admire your body, he watches as your chest is heaving with breasts contained in a lacy bra that barely covers them.

He rubs over your clothed core in circular motions then looks at you, "Are you going to be good?"

You shake your head with a sly smile on your face.

Minho drags the paddle to the side and slaps you there on the abdomen.

"Oh," you moan, lifting your back off the bed.

"Should I put a gag on you too?" He taunts.

"No," you quickly refuse.

The paddle glides down to the side and goes down your thigh, "Are you going to be good?" He tries again.

"No," you shortly answer.

He glares at you and orders, "Turn to the side."

You comply, turning your body to the side facing him and giving him the eyes while at it.

Minho moves the paddle to the back, going for your ass cheek, rubbing over the ample flesh before slapping it with the paddle.

Once, twice, and on the third, you let out a loud moan then roll over on the bed as if to offer him to give you more slaps.

"You're enjoying it, huh?" He asks.

You nod with your head buried in the pillow. The absence of a verbal answer resulted in him giving you a few more slaps on the other ass cheek.

"Lay on your back!" He orders and helps you roll over to the side by holding your waist. Seeing your face helps him to know if you're uncomfortable with what he's doing.

Minho lays next to you with the end of the paddle resting on your stomach, he tries the question again, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes," you answer and repeatedly nod.

You squirm and rub your knees together, "I'm so wet right now," you innocently share.

Minho flashes you a satisfied smile and turns grim the next second, "Spread your legs!"

You slowly spread your legs open and Minho wastes no time to drag the end of the paddle there, slapping your inner thigh.

"How wet?"

"So wet," you tell him.

Minho brings the paddle closer to your sex, then lands a gentle slap there. He watches as a loud moan spills out of your parted mouth.

Minho presses his mouth close to your ear and asks, "What do you want me to do with it, mmh?"

You close your eyes and delightfully smile, "Want you to use your mouth."

Minho likes teasing you but seeing how responsive you are to his teasings, arouses him more on a whole new level.

-

MINHO: She's just so... [sighs] Let's say I would love to declare bankruptcy.

-

After covering most of your body with heart-shaped marks, Minho decides to take the handcuff off and lays next to you.

The teasing has ended but the tension keeps rising. You plant your mouth on his chest and cover it with searing little kisses.

"Want you so much," you whisper into his ear.

Minho has been resting his hands on your back and does not intend to move them anywhere, he's probably resisting letting them wander around your body.

However, Minho puts his leg between your legs under the cover, allowing you to rub your clothed sex against his thigh and doing it so subtly as to not let this be a rule break.

There's something about not being allowed to do something that only wants you to do it more.

With the reminder that you're on a quest to win some money back, you're going to use this chance to test his limits.

You turn over and straddle him on the bed, intentionally sitting right on his crotch, hard. The hands on your back slide down to the curve of your ass.

A groan falls out of his mouth as a wicked grin flashes across his beautiful face.

"Can you resist me, baby?" You ask with a flirty smile.

He puts his hands away from you and puts them under his pillow. With not so convincing nod, he says, "Yes."

You let out low giggles and lean in, stopping when your faces are merely inches away from each other. You kiss him all over his face and the last one lands close to his mouth.

"Can you resist me, mmh?" You ask again and place a soft kiss on his closed eyelid.

Minho lets out a shaky sigh and puts his hands around you to flip you over, sending you under him this time.

He puts a hand under the nape of your neck and tilts your head to the side, allowing him to kiss your exposed neck.

You wrap your arm around him and draw him close, whimpering as his kisses turn wet and slobbering.

"Let's just spend the whole money, yeah?" You whine as he places kisses along your jaw.

"Let's go the whole way, mmh?"

-

YOU: Forgive me Lana for I'm about to sin. [Puts hands together]

-

Lana has gathered everyone at the beach for the big result.

Minho takes your hand to help you climb down the wooden steps that lead to the beach.

Everyone is there, probably discussing what they're going to do to him when they find out some more money lost from the prize fund.

He sits on the empty stools with you and everyone is giving him a questioning look.

"How was last night?" Maisie asks with a tense face.

"It was great," you reply while nervously rubbing your knees.

"Did something happen?" Esme asks.

Minho shakes his head and calmly replies, "We did a few things that we're not sure is allowed."

"Oh, fuck!" Jai curses out loud.

"Are you joking?" Agnes asks with a rather aggressive tone and clenched jaws

"You're not only putting the money on the line but also our respect and friendship," Luca pointed out.

Minho puts his hand up to stop everyone from yelling and cursing at both of you, "Let the lady speak," he says, gesturing to Lana.

"I can confirm that no rules have been broken," Lana confirms right away.

A loud cheer breaks that Minho can't tell which scream is whose as they come up to him and give him hugs in turns.

"$50,000 has been returned and the prize fund now stands at $130,000."

He takes your hand and pulls you to his side, looking at you smiling at him and only at him. He never feels this kind of high before when he usually gets it from sex, it's different, otherworldly.

"Can I touch her now?" Minho asks everyone.

"Yes but you know, within rules," Jai answers with an apologetic shrug.

Without warning, he hoists you against his body and lands a kiss on your cheek.

"Fuck, stop being so cute!" Maisie shouts with a voice full of envy.

-

MINHO: I have never been this happy to know I've spent a night with a girl and not have sex.

-

"I have further announcements," Lana suddenly interrupts the celebration.

"Oh, God!" Sofia sighs.

They go back to their seats and get serious again, afraid that she delivered good news to prepare everyone for bad news afterward.

"I am sending all the partnered guests on a final date!"

Everyone lets out a sigh of relief almost at the same time, it's rare to get good news after good news.

"It's time for you all to look at your growth and assess what you want from your future."

You get sad at the reminder that it's going to end soon and pout at Minho.

"Please use the rest of the retreat wisely!" Lana concludes.

Lana has set the date for you and it's later at night. You have a few hours to get ready for it but you can't calm knowing that it's going to be the first proper date you'll have with Minho.

Your worries include the things you want to say to him and the closer you get to the date, the more nervous you get.

When it's time, you walk out of the villa with Minho already waiting on the terrace. He looks so gorgeous in all black and his orange hair is unruly due to the wind but it only makes him more attractive.

"My beautiful man," you sigh and kiss him on the cheek.

He holds his hand out for you to take and even though you rarely go to the beach at night, they have set a bonfire to create an intimate yet cozy atmosphere for the date.

They have prepared a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, a plate of strawberries and marshmallows on sticks, and a bowl of melted chocolate.

"This is so cute," you murmur and sit down on the picnic mat.

Minho also takes a seat next to you, unfolding the small blanket to cover your legs. He pops the champagne open and pours it into two flutes, handing one to you afterward.

"To us!" He says.

You chuckle as it reminds you of everything you've been through together, "to us!"

You take a long sip and the champagne helps you lighten up from the jitters that's been eating you inside since this afternoon.

"Just so you know, I never broke up with someone this many times," you poke fun at him.

"Me too," he agrees.

"But I think that's what makes me realize that you're the one," you tell him.

He glances at you and to your surprise, nods in agreement.

"We argued a lot, we fought a lot and I'm not saying that it's good but I think that's why our bond is strong," he further explains.

That's the most he has said so far and you couldn't agree more, the hardships you both went through only strengthen your bond.

-

YOU: For a long time, I've been questioning his feelings for me and I couldn't be more grateful to know that the feelings go both ways. But I need reassurance if we want to take this relationship beyond the retreat.

-

Minho dips the strawberry into the chocolate and feeds it at you, smearing the chocolate all over your lips on purpose.

"What are you going to do about it, mmh?"

He has something planned and it's time to put it in motion. He leans in and slowly licks it off of your lips, just like he did during the icebreaker game.

"That's not a rule break, Lana!" You quickly shout and wipe the rest of the mess with a napkin.

You refill both of your glasses with more champagne and say, "I'm so proud that we came out stronger."

Minho is still bad at expressing his feelings but he's comfortable enough to openly try to speak his thoughts out.

"I think you make me better, you make me want to be someone better," he earnestly says.

"I think we make each other better," you correct him.

You hand him his glass before continuing to speak, "Back home, I wouldn't even try, I would have just walked away from this," you admit with a low laugh.

He smiles in satisfaction and clinks his glass with you, "I'm glad you didn't."

You take a sip and put it away after, you just sit there looking at him with the bonfire cast a warm glow on your face.

At first, Minho thought that you're a little rough on the edges that he didn't dare to jump across but now he knows that it's because you have something to protect inside.

The way you're looking at him now is the proof of it and it makes him thankful that you let him in.

"I have this habit of putting out when I'm into someone and I know that I surprised you with how much I gave to you on the first day and that freaked you out," you explain.

You tuck your hair behind your ear and softly smile at him, "I have learned and I promise that I'll take it slowly from now on."

Minho nods and slyly smiles, "That's alright. I like slow."

You chuckle and sip your wine again, "I can't let you go again, Minho."

His throat suddenly closed up at how you caught him off guard with those words. You sit straighter and take his hand onto your lap, putting your hand on top after.

"I want to take things further with you so what I'm asking is..."

You look down and when you lift your head, you gaze right into his eyes.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

-

MINHO: Did that just happen? She asks me to be her boyfriend. BOYFRIEND?!

-

Minho looks so taken aback and worse, he almost choked on his wine when you asked him the big question.

You start to feel queasy the longer it takes for him to answer or even speak a word to you. You clasp his hand for support, unconsciously telling him how nervous you are that he clears his throat.

"You want me to be your boyfriend?" He asks again.

You nervously smile and nod.

"Only if you say please!" He teases with a grin.

You consider it for a moment and refrain, shaking your head at him, "I wouldn't go that far to have a boyfriend," you joke.

He drains his wine and puts it away, "Well, then, I have to ask you the same question."

You have stopped playing this game but not going to lie, your heart is pitter-patting as he's toying around with the question.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asks.

You groan in complaint, "Not fair! I asked you first!"

"Rock, paper, scissors?" He offers another solution to solve this issue.

You usually win but for Minho, you're willing to lose for him. You sigh and meekly say, "Yeah, okay, you win. I want to be your girlfriend."

The half smirk is plastered to his face, he leans in and says, "You forget the magic word again."

You groan again and throw yourself at him until he topples to the back, sending both of you down on the picnic mat.

-

YOU: What can I say? We're just meant for each other.

-

Minho laughs as he catches you jumping at him, deciding to lie on the picnic mat with you and continue the heartfelt talk.

"Of course, I want you to be my boyfriend," You tell him with eyes that melt his insides.

He tips his head to the side and smiles, "Yeah?"

"I want you all to myself," you reply.

"That's good," he says, "because I couldn't think of a better man for you but me."

To be honest, Minho feels a little nervous about starting a relationship, but this feels right and you're right. With you, he feels like he can do anything, invincible.

The watches chime and you squeal as you notice that it turns green, "Oh, I want to kiss you so badly since this morning," you whine and bring his face close to kiss him.

This is what Minho does best, showing you his love through actions. So he kisses you with all of his heart until it aches but amazingly, his heart is still full of warm feelings.

You smile as you pull away from the kiss and wipe his lips before going in for another kiss. However Minho has another idea, he crashes his body at yours and pins you under.

"Okay, now pull your panties down!" He jokingly says, playfully pulling at the hem of your dress.

Instead of that, he lowers his mouth on you again while the light is still green, making the most of it and the time he has in this retreat.

-

MINHO: I want to leave this retreat with her so of course I want her to be my girlfriend.

-

Both of you come back from your date a little after Luca and Maisie, step into the cabana as they're telling everyone about their date.

You feel bad for taking everyone's attention away from them, but at the same time, you can't wait to tell everyone that you and Minho are officially dating now.

"Just a short announcement," you begin while holding Minho's hand, "Minho and I are official now."

"What?" Agnes squeals and collapses onto her bed, laughing and cheering.

"Congratulations!" Luca says, also with disbelief on his face.

You understand that it's kind of hard for everyone to believe that you and Minho ended up dating each other.

Looking back at what you both been through, you can't believe it yourself that you'd actually grow and make each other better.

Lana chimes and stops you from getting sentimental.

"Congratulations on a great day in the retreat!" She begins.

"You have all made significant progress. The prize fund stands at $130,000."

Esme gasps in response, "That's a lot!"

"As you know, your time here has almost come to an end. However, I have another announcement to make."

Maisie gasps this time, but not in a pleasant way.

"Once I have completed my analysis, I'll announce the finalists with a chance to win the prize fund and there'll be one of you who goes home with the money."

Everyone gets excited whenever Lana mentions the money, but considering that you and Minho are the biggest spenders, you possibly have lost the chance to win the prize.

Everyone is buzzing in wonder and excitement for who's going to take home the $130,000 but not you. You're feeling a little blue at the fact that the retreat is going to end soon.

You hug him as he's lying close to you and whine, "I'm sad just from thinking of being away from you."

You didn't plan on crying, but somehow you get carried away by all kinds of emotions that are happening to you in the last 24 hours and no one can see you cry with the lights out.

Minho hears your sniffles and looks at you, "You're crying?"

You hit his chest for asking when he can say it. You bury your face into his chest again and ignore him chuckling after seeing you cry.

After a moment, he kisses you on the forehead, then says, "How about I stay with you for a month, mmh?"

Your ears perk up and you look up from his chest, "Really?"

He nods and puts the stray hair away from your face, "Yeah."

Minho does like you and it still amazes you how different he is from the one you met at the beginning of the retreat.

"And we can have sex for like... every hour," he adds along with his half-smirk.

"Every hour?" You as with your eyes widening.

"Yeah," he answers without a beat.

You've seen him working out and you can guarantee that he has the stamina to make that happen. But it goes way beyond that, he makes a real effort to make this relationship work and you're happy with it.

"Can't wait!" You respond and kiss him on his neck.

-

YOU: I was not expecting to feel this way for someone in such... a little time. I'm so grateful for him.

-

There are only a few hours left to the retreat and everyone is soaking up the sun as much as they can.

Minho spends his morning in a workout session with Jai by the beach like most of the days he spent in the retreat.

"Who would have thought that we'd be leaving as boyfriends, huh?" Jai says.

Minho curls his lips into a lopsided smile and puts down his dumbbell.

"But you and her, man. Now, that's a plot twist!" Jai says with an impressed smile.

Not only Jai, he still has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he's someone's boyfriend now. But it's kind of exciting instead of scary.

Lana calls everyone to the cabana right after he finishes his workout. He finds you patting a space next to you on the sofa.

It's funny to him that he gets excited just to sit next to you.

Since both of you agreed that the chance of any of you being a finalist is slim, Minho will support whoever it is because Lana knows best.

-

MINHO: I think everyone has gone through their journey and shown so much growth, the winner could be anybody at this point.

-

"Hello, everyone!"

"Hi, Lana!"

This is the loudest you ever heard of everyone replying to Lana but there's also this shadow looming over everyone's head, mostly because everyone is secretly hoping to be the one bringing home the money.

"I have now conducted my final analysis. While I acknowledge you have all shown great progress, three finalists in particular stand out for the transformational journeys they've been on and one of them will take the prize."

Everyone is eyeing each other and making their own assessment as to who the top three are. You calmly watch it unfold while holding Minho's hand on your lap.

"The first finalist is... Jai and Agnes!"

Jai's mouth hangs open as Agnes hastily presses a kiss on his cheek out of joy. You applaud them for being the first finalist.

"The second finalist is... Luca!"

You kind of expected this one because he has changed so much from the one you met on the first day you came to the villa.

You're more than happy to see someone who deserves it make the top three and Minho seems to agree too, you know they're close.

"The third and the last finalist is..."

You have an inkling that it's going to be one of the girls. The safe bet is Maisie, who was once your competition to get Minho but now, it just sounds so silly to you.

You miss whose names Lana is calling until Esme shakes your arm and tells you to get up.

"It's you and Minho!" She says.

"What?" You innocently ask.

"You're the finalist!" Luca says with a grin.

You turn to look at Minho and he's just as surprised as you, not expecting Lana to choose both of you, not after you both once committed the biggest sin in the retreat.

Minho helps you get up from the sofa as Lana orders the three finalists to stand up.

"One of you will be leaving the retreat with the prize fund. For the rest of you who are not selected, the decision on who will win lies with all of you."

You and Minho look at each other in unison, perhaps getting discouraged now that everyone would likely not going to vote for you both.

"Finalists, please leave the cabana while the voting takes place."

Obeying Lana, the five of you are leaving the cabana and decide to wait in the bedroom. You plop down on the bed and rest your head on Minho's shoulder, feeling a little faint.

"Whoever wins. I'm proud of you all," Luca says.

Minho suddenly laughs and says, "I don't think any of them will vote for us."

You second his comment with a nod and clasp your hand with his.

"Who knows? You guys went through war to get here," Jai disagrees and reaches for Minho's shoulder to pat him.

-

YOU: Who would have thought that the biggest spender in the retreat is one of the finalists, huh?

-

The dressing room is crowded and everyone is just so excited for tonight, but also try to soak in this moment a  little longer.

It's always the little things that we tend to remember the most. The finalists are being held off and not allowed to come out until they get called out.

Minho can feel that you're nervous from how rigid your body is as you sit on his lap. He has to sneak a glass of wine to the dressing room to make you relax.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asks.

You shrug and say, "I don't know."

The show might have not been what he expected but it's never been about money for Minho. He wanted some fun but he comes home with a girlfriend? That's real growth.

As the third finalist, you and Minho are the last to enter the party.

Everyone is cheering and clapping, passing a glass of champagne around for a toast.

"Speaking for myself, I have the best time in my life here and I want to thank you for every single one of you," Luca sincerely says.

Everyone raises their glass before taking a sip and Lana chimes at the right time with the familiar dings sound and purple-hued lights.

"Oh, my God! This will be the last time Lana speaks to us," Esme points out and turns it sentimental.

"Good evening, everyone!" Lana begins with her usual greeting.

"Hi, sweet Lana!" you cheerily answer.

"During your stay at the retreat, you have broken my rules 15 times."

You glance at Minho and say, "Whoops?!"

"Sorry, Lana baby!" Agnes apologized with a sly grin.

"However, I have observed you all commit to the process, acknowledge your failures, and show significant change."

Minho can feel you start squeezing his hand on your lap.

"The time has now come to announce the winner of the $130,000 prize."

One of you has to stay composed and Minho knows that you're too nervous for that so he volunteers to fill that role for both of you.

"Finalists, please stand up!" Lana commands.

-

MINHO: Whatever happens, I'm winning [smiles]

-

You can hear your heart in your ears as you stand next to Minho and wait for Lana to announce the winner.

You take deep breaths and remind yourself that win or not, you will come home with something more valuable than any material things in the world.

Well, someone, to be exact.

You smile whenever you see Minho and that he's the real prize of this retreat.

"Your fellow guests have voted and I have the results," Lana informs.

Everyone suddenly turns quiet and tense at the same time. You take more deep breaths to calm yourself.

"On the third place is... Jai and Agnes!"

A round of applause is directed toward them and they deserve to be proud of themselves for their growth in the retreat as a couple. Agnes kisses him on the cheek and Jai returns it with a kiss on the forehead.

Then it hits you that the possibility that you win this is up to fifty percent. Minho flashes a smile at Luca when you can't even smile when every part of your body is tense.

"The person leaving with $130,000 is..."

You block both ears with your fingers and hide in Minho's chest, not ready to hear the result.

Everything suddenly turns loud and Minho grabs you hard into a tight hug.

"We lost?" you ask him as you hug him back.

Minho doesn't answer but someone comes and hugs you from behind.

"Congrats, my baby!" Agnes exclaims so close to your ear.

"Wait, what? We won?" you ask everyone around but they're too busy to hug you in turns.

-

YOU: [Looks at Minho] I can't believe it still.

MINHO: Yeah.

YOU: We made it!

-

Someone hands Minho a bottle of champagne, he gives it a good shake before popping it open, spraying it at Luca as a fellow finalist.

"Your time at the retreat is over and the rules no longer apply," Lana announces for the last time.

He wastes no time to pull you close and presses a kiss on your lips. Victory is sweet but not as sweet as the taste of your

He has to admit that he's going a little loopy knowing that he can kiss you whenever and how many times he wants.

"Oh, my God! I like you so much," you sigh the second he pulls away from the kiss.

"I like you so much," he says back, going in for another kiss, and pours all of his heart out.

-

YOU: The rules are off!

MINHO: We can go all the way now.

YOU: [Nods] [looks at Minho] Oh... yeah.

MINHO: [Leans in] [Kisses you] [Turns to the camera] You can't stop us now, Lana.

YOU: [Laughs] We go all the way, baby!

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