Without unnecessary words, he headed toward the bathroom. The sound of water began to fill the house. When Dohyun, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, entered the living room, Minho was sitting on the sofa. His light brown, soft hair was carelessly spilled over his face, and his greenish-gray eyes were shining with calmness.

— It was a heavy day, wasn't it? — Minho asked in a soft voice, smiling with that wide, infectious smile with which he usually charmed his listeners.

​Dohyun approached and sat next to him.

— Everything is fine already now, — Dohyun replied in a low voice. He looked into Minho's eyes with a long and piercing gaze, then slowly slid his hand along the boy's cheek. Minho leaned into that warm palm, closing his eyes.

​Dohyun's touches became more confident. He placed his hands on Minho's waist and, with a light movement, pulled him into his lap. Minho found himself on top of Dohyun's firm body, feeling the warmth of his tattooed skin. Their gazes met; purple and green intertwined.

​The first kiss was slow and searching, but it quickly turned into a passionate and demanding blending. Dohyun's fingers dug into Minho's soft hair, while Minho firmly embraced Dohyun's wide shoulders with his hands, touching the complex patterns on his skin with his fingers.

​Dohyun cautiously laid Minho down on the sofa, remaining on top of him. His firm jaw and strict facial features were now filled with an exceptional tenderness, which he kept only for Minho. Minho's breathing had quickened; his eyes were filled with love and readiness.

​Dohyun began to kiss Minho's neck, passing down toward the chest, while his hands began to free Minho from clothes. When both were naked, their bodies contrasted like light and shadow: Minho's clean, delicate skin and Dohyun's body, covered in tattoos, reminiscent of a dark gallery.

​Dohyun slowly and carefully prepared Minho. Every movement was full of care, but also of uncontrollable desire. When the moment came, Dohyun entered Minho cautiously, filling that emptiness that both were feeling during the day. Minho sighed lightly, throwing his head back and firmly squeezing Dohyun's tattooed arms with his hands.

​The rhythm was slow at first, almost melodic, like Minho's songs, but gradually it turned into powerful and confident thrusts. Dohyun was ruling the situation with his physical strength, but his every movement was conveying the deep love that he had toward Minho. Minho was receiving him completely, responding to every touch with gentle sounds and a passionate gaze.

At that moment, they were one whole—art and strength, which had found each other in this silence.

​In the morning, the sunbeams were sliding gently along the bedroom floor. Minho woke up inside Dohyun's arms. After the passion of the night, an absolute serenity was reigning in the room. He was cautiously tracing the complex tattoos on Dohyun's arm with his fingers, thinking about those two years that they had spent side by side.

​Dohyun opened his dark purple eyes and smiled with that rare, gentle smile known only to Minho.

— Dohyun, — Minho whispered, rising onto his elbows, — I was thinking... we have already been living together for two years. I love you, and I feel that it is time to take the next step.

​Dohyun was listening attentively; his face became serious and focused.

— I am not ready to introduce you to my family yet, but I want us not to hide anymore. I want to get acquainted with your friends, and for you to get acquainted with those close to me.

— Okay, Minho, — he said finally, — I will introduce you to my circle. But I warn you: they might seem rude or strange to you.

— That does not scare me, — Minho replied confidently.

​Minho's life was the stage and art. When he was not with Dohyun, he was spending his time in the studio or with Mina. Mina was the only one who knew about all of Minho's experiences.

​They met in their favorite cafe. Mina, always stylish and full of energy, immediately noticed Minho's shining eyes.

— Come on, tell me, have you already told him? — Mina asked, sipping her coffee.

— Yes, we are preparing to meet his friends. Mina, I know that Sojin is in a messy state right now, but I have decided not to get involved. I want to focus on my own happiness, — Minho said.

​Minho and Dohyun entered the half-dark hall. Dohyun was firmly holding Minho's hand, as if showing that this was his property and no one had the right to even look askance.

​They were sitting around the table. Jackson, with his dark skin and tattooed neck, was like a giant shadow. Next to him was Yan, whose long hair was covering a part of the tattoos on his shoulders, while Dae-hyun was calmly playing with a knife.

— So, is this the pretty one you were telling about? — Dae-hyun smiled cheekily, measuring Minho with his eyes.

​Minho felt how Dohyun's fingers squeezed tighter on his hand. Dohyun's gaze instantly became savage and furious.

— Watch your tongue, Dae-hyun, or else I will be forced to cut it, — Dohyun said in a calm but terrifying voice.

​Minho was confused. Inside these people, there was a kind of insatiable strength and tension. Even though they were dressed normally, the tattoos on their bodies, which were visible here and there, hinted that this was not an ordinary friendly gathering. It was a kind of crazy energy that was both scaring Minho and, in an inexplicable way, fascinating him.

— Calm down, Dohyun, I'm just joking, — Dae-hyun raised his hands, but his eyes were still cold.

​Minho by his nature was quick to adapt. He sat next to Dohyun, without fearing the sharp gazes of those three.

​— Come on, why are you guys looking like that, like hungry wolves? — Minho said with a smile, breaking the tension in the atmosphere.

​Jackson laughed; his voice was deep and velvety. He spoke with an American "street" accent style, even when speaking in Korean.

— Yo, Dohyun, this one has a tongue. He's small, but he's got guts. I like this pale guy. Welcome to the family, man, — he hit the table with his tattooed fist as a sign of respect.

​Yan threw his long hair back, revealing the delicate tattoos on his neck. He looked at Minho with a somewhat bold gaze. Yan was bi and never hid his interest toward beautiful people.

— In China they say, if you have a precious stone, you must keep it well so it won't be stolen, — he said, putting an oriental mystery and a slightly sexual tone into his voice. — Minho, if Dohyun mistreats you, come to me, I know how to take care of pretty ones.

​Dohyun remained silent, but his purple eyes flashed savagely. He placed Minho's hand on his tattooed thigh and squeezed it.

​Dae-hyun completed the picture in his sharp, Korean "younger brother" style:

— Hyung (brother), you chose well. But you know, right, that in our world, pretty faces get broken quickly. Keep him safe.

​Minho was not afraid; he began to joke, telling stories about his concerts, and soon the atmosphere around the table became hot and friendly. When they said goodbye, Jackson firmly squeezed Minho's hand, Yan winked, and they parted.

​Inside the car, there was silence. Dohyun was driving, holding the steering wheel with one hand and placing the other on Minho's knee. He was taller than Minho, and his presence inside the small space of the car was completely overwhelming.

​As soon as they entered the house, Dohyun closed the door behind him and pressed Minho against the wall. He was completely wild with jealousy and desire.

— Yan was looking at you too much, — Dohyun whispered, taking off Minho's clothes almost as if tearing them.

— Dohyun... you are just crazy... — Minho was already groaning as Dohyun's rough hands moved inside his trousers.

​Dohyun lifted him up, Minho wrapped his legs around his waist, and in that way, he carried him to the bedroom. He threw Minho onto the bed and, without losing time, stripped completely naked. His tattooed body under the light looked like a wild beast.

— Do you want me? — he asked, not moving from his place.

​Minho, who was already completely burning with thirst, twisted inside the bed and answered with a raspy voice:

— So much... come close to me... — he held his knees with his hands and opened his legs wide before Dohyun.

​Then, without breaking his gaze from Dohyun, Minho reached his hand behind and parted his entrance with his fingers, opening it so that it was clearly visible for Dohyun. It was a completely enticing sight.

​All the blood rushed to Dohyun's head from that sight. He could see Minho's wet and ready entrance, which was already waiting for him.

​Dohyun spat on his hardened member and, without warning, plunged into Minho with one powerful thrust.

— Ah... Dohyun... yes... — only loud groans came out of Minho's mouth. The pain and pleasure had completely blended.

​Dohyun began to thrust like a savage. The bed was creaking, and the wet sounds of their bodies rubbing filled the room. Dohyun leaned down, pinned Minho's hands to the pillow, and began to bite his shoulders.

— How can you be this wet and warm... — Dohyun whispered with a raspy voice, feeling how Minho's insides were squeezing him. — You are completely driving me crazy with this look of yours...

​Minho, whose eyes had rolled back completely from pleasure, was trying to lean on the bed with his hands, but his strength was not enough. Dohyun's every single hit was taking his breath away.

— Yes... Dohyun... please... a little slower... — Minho whispered groaning, as he felt that Dohyun's member was reaching very deep. — I can't take it anymore... slow down...

​But Dohyun, hearing Minho's request, only slowed down the rhythm for a brief moment, just to slide inside him in a more painful and pleasant way, feeling every single spasm of Minho's body.

​In the end, when Dohyun felt that he was completely exploding, he made the last powerful thrusts and fully filled inside Minho. Minho shuddered and fell onto the pillow exhausted, only breathing heavily and feeling Dohyun's weight upon him.

​Minho lay exhausted among the sheets. He felt completely broken; Dohyun had indeed acted savagely with him this time. Every muscle of his body had relaxed, and inside he could still feel the warmth and that weight left by Dohyun. He did not even have the strength to move a finger, just looking at the ceiling with his eyes half-closed, listening to his own quickened breathing.

​Dohyun, completely naked, stood by the open window. His tattooed body under the moonlight seemed unreal. He was smoking, calmly looking at the night city. The cigarette smoke was slowly rising into the air, blending with the sexual scent of the room. Despite his rough strength, now he was silent and peaceful.

​A few minutes later, Dohyun put out the cigarette, approached the bed, and without saying a word, cautiously embraced Minho. He lifted the boy up in his strong arms, like a precious object, and carried him toward the bathroom.

​Warm water had filled the large bathtub. Dohyun sat in the water, leaning his back against the edge of the tub, and placed Minho in front of him. Minho leaned comfortably against Dohyun's wide chest, feeling his calm heartbeats against his back. The warm water began to soothe Minho's tired body.

​— Now it is your turn, Minho, — Dohyun said in a low, raspy voice, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. — You must set a date for me to get acquainted with your friends.

​Minho smiled slightly. He remembered Sojin and Mina, imagined Dohyun with them around the same table, and felt a kind of warmth. He turned around in the water, rose onto his knees, and placed his hands on Dohyun's shoulders.

​— I promise that you will like them, even if you try to act like a "bad boy," — Minho whispered and gently kissed Dohyun's lips.

​Dohyun answered the kiss, this time without roughness, only with a deep, calm love.