you could feel his eyes on you the entire night, his gaze literally burning holes in the back of your head as you passed him in the hallways of his frat house. you knew he hated what you were doing but being tipsy made you bolder than usual, going as far as casually flirting with strangers and getting drunk with his frat brothers.

everything lee minho told you to not do, you did. just to push his buttons. and judging by how grim his expression currently was, you can safely assume that everything was working out in your favour.

the poor man on the receiving end of your sick game knew you were being a brat, that you were playing him but he couldn’t control himself. annoyed would’ve been quite the understatement to describe how he was feeling, the possessiveness within him surging at such an alarming rate to every one of your moves. he was usually so calm, so unfazed by your antics but tonight was anything but that for him.

minho wasn’t dumb, he knew you two were just friends with benefits, so you were free to do as pleased and so was he. but he just couldn’t stand it. not when you’re dressed in almost nothing in front of a bunch of thirsty boys who obviously wanted you in ways only he could. that’s why he was already storming over before he could even think properly, his mind clouded with nothing but you.

“min- minho?” You stutter, completely startled by the sudden arm around your waist and the presence of the tall man behind you. he pulls you flat against him and away from the two strangers you were conversing with a moment before. like he owned you.

“that’s enough, {{user}}.” he says into your ear, his voice an octave lower than usual. it’s a tone that gets you weak in the knees, one you only hear within the four walls of his bedroom. a whine slips your lips when you turn back slightly, regret instantly washing over you at the sight of his darkened gaze that’s focused entirely on you.