“Take me where you want”.

Minho didn't need to be told twice. Suddenly, the music and the alcohol in his system seemed to vanish—it was as if the world began and ended with the body he held tightly in his arms. He couldn't claim to have predicted this turn of events, but he couldn't deny that he had thought about it. After all, wasn't that the real reason he had brought Jihoon along? Seoyoung had planted the seed of the idea, suggesting it was a possibility, and ever since then, he hadn't been able to think of anything else but whether such a thing could really happen. Now, he knew not only that it was possible, but that it was becoming a reality under his hands, his touch, his kisses.

Minho led Jihoon through a large door made of tinted glass. Jihoon followed without asking questions, but the silence seemed heavy with unspoken thoughts. As they entered a dimly lit room, Jihoon didn't comment on the fact that everyone inside was naked and engaged in highly inappropriate activities. It was clear that privacy or discretion wasn't a priority in this place. Despite the situation, Jihoon felt like he should be embarrassed, yet Minho didn't seem to share his reservations at all.

Jihoon was on the verge of saying something—maybe "Where the hell did you bring me?" or "Is that really ZY?"—when Minho suddenly pushed him against a wall. Jihoon parted his lips to speak, took a breath, and then, once again, Minho's mouth descended upon his, kissing him so deeply that it made his head spin.

Jihoon ran his hands through Minho's hair, letting his mind cloud over again, inevitably. Minho was like a drug that took effect immediately upon consumption. There was no in-between, no gradual buildup—just an instant shift from 0 to 100.

Minho pulled his lips away, and the loss was almost painful. Jihoon let out a low whimper and reached out for his face, trying to kiss him again, but managed only to catch his lower lip for a brief moment. Minho's lips curled into one of his sharp smiles, then he pressed his thumbs against Jihoon's cheeks, looking into his eyes. If he wanted to say something, he didn't. Instead, he dipped his head to kiss Jihoon's neck, while guiding Jihoon's hand with his own down between his legs.

Jihoon gasped in surprise. His palm pressed against something undeniably hard. Was this the effect he had on Minho? His face flushed with heat, and an equally embarrassing excitement ached between his own legs. His mouth felt wet with a desire he couldn't put into words; he had never felt so... aroused, vulnerable. He wanted Minho to turn his world upside down, and at the same time, he wanted to ruin Minho in the same way he wished to be ruined.

"Jihoon-ah, would you do something for me?" Minho's voice was smooth and enticing, like a devilish temptress. And Jihoon knew he couldn't resist that temptation.

"What?" he exhaled, his voice a breathy whisper, his legs trembling. Jihoon had never felt this way in his life, but he was beginning to understand why people enjoyed sex so much. He hadn't even had a taste of it yet, and already he wondered how he had managed without it until now.

"Get on your knees... Show me how you drive me crazy, Jihoon."