Jin's plan unfolded perfectly, and Minho found himself seated in Seo-Jun's car, the engine humming softly as they sped towards Seo-Jun's house. The scenery outside blurred past, but Minho's mind was anything but clear. He couldn't shake off the troubling thought: "What did his maid do that was so unforgivable that she got fired?" The weight of that question hung heavily in the air, making him acutely aware of how he needed to choose his words carefully around Seo-Jun.
As he stared out the window, lost in his thoughts, Seo-Jun's sharp gaze flickered toward him, catching the corner of his eye. Annoyance flashed across Seo-Jun's face, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "What are you thinking about so intensely?" He asked, his voice steady but edged with irritation. Minho flinched at the unexpected question, startled by how Seo-Jun had seemingly read his mind. "How did he even see me?! He didn't look my way at all!" he thought, scrambling to formulate a response.
Before he could gather his thoughts, Seo-Jun's impatience grew. "Are you not going to answer my question?" he pressed, the tension in the car palpable. Minho, keenly aware of Seo-Jun's rising annoyance, quickly replied, "I was just thinking about what your maid might have done to deserve a dismissal." The words hung in the air, a mix of curiosity and unease, as they continued to drive.
Seo-Jun smirked slightly as he answered Minho's question, "She just didn't follow my orders and cooked me the wrong meal." his gaze fixed intently on the road ahead, completely ignoring Minho's shocked expression. The casualness in his voice stunned Minho, it was hard to believe how someone could be so cold and cruel about firing a maid over a simple mistake. "And for this he fired her?! He really is a psycho!" Minho thought, a mix of disbelief and concern swirling in his mind as he tried to process Seo-Jun's demeanour.
Before Minho could fully grasp the implications of his words, Seo-Jun continued, his tone dripping with a chilling confidence. "But don't worry, if you follow exactly what I order you to do, you will be okay." The smirk on his face grew more, a playful yet evil expression that sent shivers down Minho's spine. Feeling the weight of the moment and the threat behind Seo-Jun's words, Minho quickly responded, "I will, sir." his voice barely above a whisper, desperate to secure his position in Seo-Jun's house for the time being.
After hearing Minho's response, Seo-Jun's face shifted slightly, his voice dropping to a low, cold tone as he said, "Good." The atmosphere in the car grew heavy with unspoken tension, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. As they drove through the dark, empty streets, the city lights flickered past them, illuminating the shadows on Seo-Jun's face.
As they walked into Seo-Jun's house, the atmosphere was thick with dread for Minho. He followed closely behind Seo-Jun, his footsteps echoing slightly in the quiet living room. Seo-Jun, with a casual confidence, shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the couch, the fabric landing with a soft thud that seemed to punctuate the moment. "Come with me now." he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Minho felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as he trailed behind Seo-Jun, his mind racing with apprehension. "Oh no! Now we will probably do it all night long... I have to prepare myself emotionally for this, not physically..." he thought, a sigh escaping his lips. The idea of enduring another intense and painful sex made his heart race, and he felt a knot tightening in his stomach. "And now since I will live with him, we will probably do it more often, not to say every day..." The thought lingered, amplifying his nervousness.
He followed Seo-Jun down the hallway, each step felt heavier than the last. The walls seemed to close in around him, amplifying the tension that hung in the air. Finally, Seo-Jun opened the door to his room, stepping inside with an air of authority. Minho paused for a brief moment, gathering his thoughts and steeling himself for what was to come. With a deep breath, he stepped inside after Seo-Jun, the door clicking shut behind them.
Then Seo-Jun broke the silence while unbuttoning his shirt, his voice low and playful, "Come with me to take a shower first. The smell of alcohol is not my favourite, but you probably already know this." He wasn't facing Minho, which only added to the tension in the air. Minho stood frozen, stunned by the suddenness of Seo-Jun's request. "Why do I have to come with you there?" he stammered, confusion clear in his tone.
Seo-Jun let out a laugh that was both teasing and mischievous, tossing his shirt aside to reveal his well-built naked torso. "I haven't done it in a while… having sex in the shower." he said, turning to meet Minho's gaze directly. The intensity of Seo-Jun's cold hazel eyes made Minho flinch, taking a step back as if to create more distance between them. "What?! Can't we do it after you finish showering?!" he exclaimed, his heart racing at the unexpected boldness of the moment. But before he could retreat any further, Seo-Jun grabbed Minho's hand, pulling him closer until their faces were just inches apart.
With a playful grin, Seo-Jun leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "I don't want to waste time. I haven't done it since you left, and I am getting pretty impatient…" As he spoke, his hand brushed gently yet firmly against Minho's legs until he reached Minho's dick that felt hard to the touch, sending an electric shock of surprise through him. "And as I can see… you haven't done it either since that night with me." he added, his tone almost intimate. Minho felt his cheeks flush, caught off guard and momentarily speechless by the unexpected action. In a sudden rush of frustration, he tried to pull away from Seo-Jun's grip, pushing him aside with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "It's none of your business whether I slept with someone or not!" he shouted, the frustration evident on his face as he struggled to hide the flustered feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.
Seo-Jun raised his eyebrow, clearly annoyed by Minho's sudden outburst of frustration. With an exasperated sigh, he remarked, "You are really a hot-tempered guy." In a swift motion, he bent slightly and caught Minho's hips, effortlessly hoisting him onto his shoulder. "But I don't have time dealing with it now." he continued, his tone dismissive yet oddly playful, as he started walking toward the bathroom, Minho dangling over his shoulder.
Minho was taken aback, a mixture of shock and anger flooding through him at Seo-Jun's unexpected action. "HEY, LET ME DOWN!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls as he struggled to break free. He kicked his legs and squirmed, trying to wriggle out of Seo-Jun's grasp, but his grip wouldn't budge. Each step Seo-Jun took felt like a reminder of his helplessness, and Minho's frustration mounted as they approached the bathroom door.
As they entered the bathroom, Minho's mind raced with indignation and disbelief. The space was bright and sterile, contrasting sharply with the chaotic emotions swirling inside him. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and anger, as he continued to protest. "Seriously, you can't just carry me like this!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both irritation and disbelief. Meanwhile, Seo-Jun remained unfazed as he completely ignored Minho, put him down and undressed himself.
The light ball hung precariously above the shower head, casting a soft glow in the steamy bathroom. Seo-Jun's hands gripped Minho's hips firmly, pulling him closer and sticking his cock hard inside Minho's ass. The shower's warm water cascaded over them, helping just slightly to release the tension in their bodies. The warm water made them both engage in the action more quickly, making them breathless.
"Ha, it was worth the wait." Seo-Jun thought, momentarily devoured by the pleasure of finally getting what he had been craving for from a long week. He also could feel an unexpected thrill at the sensation of the warm water enveloping him. A playful grin spread across his face as he looked at Minho, who was forcefully standing, facing the wall of the bathroom, and trying to hold himself up while Seo-Jun was harshly putting his cock in and out of him. "Sorry that you won't be able to see the view now… but I guarantee you will see it in the next round." Seo-Jun said, his tone light and teasing, enjoying the situation.
Minho, still trying to hold himself back from indulging completely in the pleasure, couldn't help but think, "This guy is nuts!" The air was thick with steam, and the sound of the water filled the silence. Seo-Jun noticed that Minho's breathing had quieted, a stark contrast to the earlier frantic energy. An amused look crossed Seo-Jun's face as he leaned in closer, pulling Minho back slightly, and whispered in a low voice, "Why are you so quiet now? Earlier your mouth wouldn't stop gabbling… Pity. Your voice can be veryattractive if it's used in the right situation." His breath tickled Minho's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
Minho's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he thought, "WHY IS HE TALKING INTO MY EAR LIKE THAT?! His breath is… tickling my ear… and… It makes him so seductive…" The proximity was electric, and the teasing tone of Seo-Jun's voice made his heart race. Seo-Jun then glanced down at Minho's dick, which was slowly starting twitching and going upwards, and a mischievous smirk formed on his lips. "Oh, you got hard from me just whispering in your ear?" he laughed, the sound playful and slightly wicked, as if he was revelling in Minho's embarrassment.
Minho quickly closed his eyes, panic rushing through his mind as he thought to himself, "NO, NO, NO! Go down! Stop enjoying this!" But before he could gather his thoughts, Seo-Jun playfully stroked down to Minho's dick, gently starting to move his hand up and down. With a teasing grin, he commented, "Let it go now… Say it, my name..." Minho's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he breathed heavily from the stimulation of his dick, stammering out, "Seo… Jun..." Seo-Jun's smirk only deepened, a pleasurable sensation flooding through every inch of his body, making him smirk and think to himself, "This is what I am talking about." Without a second thought, he pushed his cock further, reaching and touching Minho's soft spot, which resulted in Minho having an orgasm.
Once Minho had cum, he started to feel overwhelmed by Seo-Jun's dick moving too fast. He was panting heavily, struggling to keep pace with Seo-Jun. Just as he was starting to lose his balance, he gasped, "Agh! Plea-se be more… gentle, can you?! I already came! Agh, slower! Seo-jun, please!" Seo-Jun, glistening with sweat and radiating confidence, flashed a grin before effortlessly lifting Minho from behind, pushing his dick even deeper into Minho's ass, he was far from done. Minho's heart raced, and he screamed from the pain, feeling a rush of heat flood his face as he thought, "OH, NO! It hurts so bad in this position! WHY DID I SAY HIS NAME?! I SHOULD AVOID IT IF I WANT HIM TO SLOW DOWN!" He attempted to say, "Sir—" but the words caught in his throat, his body too weak to finish the sentence.
Seo-Jun, still catching his breath, looked down at Minho and said, "You are doing pretty well down there, Tiny." His smirk was playful, but there was a deeper intensity in his eyes, one that Minho couldn't see since he was turned away.
Minho was struggling to catch his breath, his mind racing as he tried to convince Seo-Jun to let him down. "Please... at least put me down!" he gasped, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling him closer to the edge of passing out. Seo-Jun, with an annoyed expression, simply replied, "Yeah, not happening." He continued to push forward, touching Minho's spot with each push in his body, holding Minho effortlessly, completely absorbed in his own pleasure while Minho felt like he was suffocating under the strain.
After what felt like an eternity, they both finally reached the point of having the desired orgasm. Seo-Jun released Minho, who collapsed onto the ground, utterly spent. It took a few moments, but he eventually regained his composure and slowly stood up, letting out a sigh of relief. "Finally... it ended." Just as he was about to leave the bathroom as well, he spotted Seo-Jun leaning against the doorway in his bathrobe, holding a box in his hand, making it clear that he wanted Minho to see it.
Seo-Jun smirked at Minho's confusion and said, "Prepare yourself for the next round. We will have much more fun." The implication was unmistakable; whatever was inside that box was meant to be used as a sex toy. He added with a serious tone, "I am waiting for you in the bed. Don't take too long, or I will come and pick you up myself." With that, he strode into the room, leaving Minho standing there, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.
Minho looked down at the ground, feeling a mix of dread and frustration. He sighed and murmured to himself, "I am dead meat for sure." The "anticipation" of what was to come hung in the air, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to go through the same wild ride all over again.