You walked into your room and closed the door, taking deep breaths.

Okay. So your mom took the only day to go out for shopping with her friends, the only day she called in an electrician to check up and work on the kitchen lights.

You were home all alone with no one but this stranger and this guy, the electrician looked like to be in his mid fifties with a well built and a creepy looking smile. Like you know if this guy tried to do something to you, you won't be able to defend yourself. Nope. No chance.

You were a 20 year old college student who still lived with her parents in their house. Why? Cause you were paranoid to live alone.

It was Sunday, and your mom had taken an appointment with the electrician to come check up on the kitchen lights since it had been bugging her for a week now. Plus she choose the same day to go for shopping.

"I'll be home by 7 pm. Show the guy the places where there is problem. Once he's done and leaves, give me a call. It will take almost 3-5 hours for him to fix the lights."

So here you were in your room upstairs. And that guy was in the kitchen downstairs.

You had already shown the guy where the problem were and the absolute look the guy gave you.

Those eyes and creepy smile he gave you while looking at your body up and down like you were the last steak in the store. The look Minho gives you when you wear shorts infront of him, as if he just wants to rub his face into your thighs. That was the kind of look that was man giving you. And you weren't even wearing shorts!

You got creeped out and got in your room and instantly pulled out your phone, dialing Minho.

Minho probably was in his basketball practice. It was 12:30 pm. He was your boyfriend for four years now, been dating since high school.

Let's just say.....he was a guy with an absolute 'no bullshit' aura. He was just like a cat. he looks like a cat: sharp feline eyes, skin was smooth and fair, highlighting his sharp jawline and straight nose. Plus he had recently dyed his hair black-to-blue ombre. It looks really good on him.

And the biggest thing about him? He had NO mouth filter. Yup. He was blunt and humble with his words. Savage guy.

Plus he was really into boxing, strong enough to knock down someone. And he was the only guy your mother trusts and really likes. Those two reasons made you give him a call.

There was NO way in hell you are staying alone with this guy. Either Minho's gonna get his ass here and stay with you until the guy leaves after finishing his work, or you're gonna block him for the next three months.

The call connected and the frst thing you heard was his panting.

"{{user}}? What's up? I just got out of my basketball practice. Heading to my apartment. You need something?"