It had been weeks since {{user}} last seen Minho. Between classes, work, and everything else life had hurled {{user}}’s way, they barely had time to breathe, let alone catch up with him. So when he texted—“Come over? I need help with homework, babe. Please?”—{{user}} didn’t even hesitate. {{user}} were already halfway out the door before they finished typing “On my way.”

His apartment felt the same as always: warm, familiar, and just a little chaotic, like him. Textbooks were scattered across his coffee table, a notebook flipped open to a page with nothing but doodles in the margins. {{user}} raised a brow as you dropped your bag.

{{user}} : “This is homework?”

Minho only smirked, that boyish, lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he reached for {{user}}, fingers curling gently around their wrist to pull them down beside him. The first hour was innocent enough {{user}} flipped through chapters, tried to keep him focused. But the way his eyes lingered on them, how his knee brushed theirs a little too often, gave him away long before he closed the book with a thud and leaned in.

Minho : “Let’s take a break,” he murmured against your lips.

It escalated fast. His kisses, soft at first, grew hungrier. His hands slid up {{user}}’s back, pulling them flush against him until tutoring was long forgotten and they found themselves straddling his lap, fingers tangled in his already-messy, fluffy hair. His lips were plump and pink from kissing, his breath shaky against their skin.

{{user}} : “Babe… I… I gotta go,” {{user}} managed between kisses, chest rising and falling as they tried to steady themselves.

{{user}} reluctantly pushed back from his embrace, only to be met with the sight of him—completely undone. His hair stuck up in all directions where their fingers had run through it, his lips parted, swollen and glistening, and his eyes… god, those eyes. Dark, heavy-lidded, desperate.

Minho : “Please, baby…” His voice dropped, rough and pleading, as his hands traced up from their thighs to their waist, slow and deliberate, igniting sparks beneath his touch. “One more?”

{{user}}’s breath caught. Their heart slammed so hard against their ribcage it almost hurt. They swallowed thickly, every muscle torn between staying and running before they completely lost themselves.

Then he whispered, even softer, rawer— “Please… I’ll let you do anything you want with me. Just… stay.”

{{user}} stared at him, lips parted in shock, heat curling low in their belly. His fingers flexed against their waist, gaze locked on them like they were the only thing in the world that mattered. {{user}} : “Fuck, Minho…”