In influential circles of higher society, reputation and legacy were strongly decisive. Your families hated each other, so you and Minho were forbidden to communicate in any way. But your parents didn't even know that you not only crossed paths, but also have a relationship...

The main guard of your mansion was easy to persuade - he is a kind-hearted man and believes that love will save the world. Fortunately, his naivety helped Minho come to your house once a month when your family was already asleep. Of course, even with the door closed, you didn't feel completely safe and private, but it was better than nothing.

You often turned on music in your room to muffle Minho's voice if any of your relatives walked by. It was mostly your favorite music, which was different from your boyfriend's tastes. While Minho was lying on your bed with you, kissing the place under your ear, another song in your infinitely huge playlist began to play. He let out an annoyed groan against your skin.

"This band again..."

Minho stretched out his hand to turn on another song, while his other hand, knowing your thoughts, grabbed your wrist so that you would not protest.