PART 2: "12 stages of hating someone… before falling deeply in love with them"
"You do look and act like a cat, ha?"
Minho and Seo-Jun were in the midst of their next intimate moment. Minho could feel the adrenaline pumping through him as Seo-Jun was securing handcuffs around Minho's wrists, attaching them to both ends of the bed, adding a touch of mischief to the already intense sex. He then placed a collar around Minho's neck, which had a cute little bell that jingled with every move of their bodies, making the whole scene feel even more enjoyable despite its intensity.
Minho could feel Seo-Jun pressing down on him, the strain radiating through his legs and back. He breathed heavily, each inhale a reminder of the effort of holding back from the enjoyment that he was putting in. Seo-Jun watched with a smirk, clearly enjoying the sight of Minho being pushed by him. "Ha, it's my first time using this… It is funnier than I thought…" he said, leaning in closer, his breath mingling with Minho's as they both exerted themselves. The playful grin on Seo-Jun's face was infectious.
Then came an unexpected question, "There are cat ears in the box as well, do you want to put them on?" Minho, still grappling with the pain and his heavy breathing, found it hard to process Seo-Jun's words. All he could think about was the discomfort in his back and ass, and he blurted out, "Are... you... nuts?" The words came out almost instinctively, a mixture of disbelief and exhaustion. At that moment, he didn't care what Seo-Jun might say or do, his mind was consumed by the physical torture he was facing, drowning out everything else around him.
Suddenly, a familiar evil laugh echoed in the room, cutting through the tense silence and silencing Minho's heavy breathing. As Seo-Jun leaned in closer to Minho's ear, his voice dripped with malice as he said, "Nuts? I would rather call it insane. So, you don't want the cat ears. That's unfortunate, they would suit you." The words struck Minho like a blow, causing him to close his eyes tightly, overwhelmed by a mix of anger and pain. At this point, he felt utterly defeated, the weight of the handcuffs and Seo-Jun's overpowering strength leaving him no choice but to surrender.
In that moment of vulnerability, with his eyes shut, Seo-Jun took the opportunity to observe Minho's face more intently. He slowed his pace of pulling his cock in and out, tilting his head slightly in a mix of confusion and curiosity, intrigued by the emotions playing across Minho's face. Just then, Minho cracked his eyes open slightly, locking onto Seo-Jun's perplexed expression. Struggling to catch his breath, he blurted out, "What's with the confused face now?" His words came out with a hint of defiance, even as he barely mustered the strength to raise his head and meet Seo-Jun's gaze.
Seo-Jun's expression shifted as he regained his composure, the playful smirk returning to his lips. "You do look and act like a cat, ha?" he remarked, his tone teasing yet sinister. Minho's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected comparison, and just as he tried to process the remark, Seo-Jun gripped his hips and pulled him closer to his body, going even deeper then before. Minho, feeling the agony, closed his eyes once more, tossing his head back on the bed in frustration, desperately trying to keep up while grappling with the pain from all the pulling.
But as painful and intense as the sex was, it was still sex— no one could hold back their enjoyment for long. Just like that, Minho found himself at his limit, he couldn't suppress the arousal any longer and completely lost his mind, surrendering to the pleasure of this moment. Seo-Jun, sensing the shift in Minho's energy, began to move even faster, pushing right through Minho's spot. To Seo-Jun's delight, Minho matched his speed, breathless yet eager. "Seo-Jun… Seo… Jun" he called out, the name escaping his lips without any prompting, a testament to the connection they shared in this moment.
Seo-Jun's smirk grew wider, a mix of pride and amusement lighting up his face. He loved how Minho was finally letting go, how he was embracing the pleasure. Minho's hands instinctively found their way to Seo-Jun's neck, wrapping around it, the pain and fatigue of the sex fading into the background as he became lost in the heat of the moment. Seo-Jun could feel the energy radiating off Minho, and it fuelled his own enthusiasm. "You like it, don't you?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful arrogance, his body glistening with sweat as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. But Minho was too consumed by the rush of adrenaline and the pleasure to fully register the words, completely enveloped in the high of this intimacy. Seo-Jun, sensing that Minho was pushing himself to his limits, reaching the point to cum again, reached out and caught Minho's head, turning it to face the mirrored wardrobe. The moment Minho opened his eyes, he was captivated by the sight of their naked bodies completely devouring each other with every push. This reflection ignited a rush of pleasure within him, pushing him to accelerate his pace even further and letting his moans escape his mouth even louder. Seo-Jun, noticing the spark of pleasure in Minho's eyes, couldn't help but smirk, he matched Minho's speed effortlessly, both of them caught in a whirlwind of the intense heat.
As they continued, their clothes lay strewn across the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Minho's phone was abandoned nearby, lying on its back next to his jacket, the sound device still active and broadcasting everything. In a different atmosphere, Jin was sitting in his office, his attention fixated on his computer screen. He was listening intently to the audio from the device, his expression darkening with each sound that reached his ears. Each moan and breath from Minho and Seo-Jun only served to tighten his jaw further, frustration boiling within him as he grappled with his emotions, feeling both powerless and jealous.
Jin felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him as he imagined Minho doing this with him, the thought igniting a burning sensation that spread throughout his body, increasing in the part right under his lower abdomen. It was a feeling he couldn't ignore, one that mixed frustration with pure longing. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned his head away from the computer, shutting it off with a decisive click. The growl that escaped his throat was instinctive, a manifestation of the turmoil inside him. With a swift motion, he left his office, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving his thoughts swirling in the silence.
As the hours slipped by, morning light began to filter into the room. Seo-Jun stirred awake, the soft fabric of his home gown brushing against his skin. He leaned back against the wall, the cool surface grounding him as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. His eyes wandered to the figure beside him, and he noticed Minho's naked body lying there, peaceful and undisturbed, the faint rise and fall of his chest a calming sight.
After a few moments of quiet observation, Seo-Jun felt a surge of impatience. He reached out and pushed Minho's shoulder with a firm hand, the motion meant to rouse him from sleep. "Hey, come on. Get up already." he instructed, his voice low and cold, stripped of any empathy. The command echoed in the stillness of the morning.
Minho, barely awake, opened his eyes just enough to murmur, "Wh-what?" His voice was thick with sleep, struggling to process the abrupt awakening. Without giving him a moment to fully grasp the situation, Seo-Jun replied firmly, a hint of annoyance lacing his tone, "It's time for breakfast."
The words jolted Minho back to the conversation they had the day before, a discussion that had taken place as they walked from the parking lot to Seo-Jun's house. Seo-Jun had been leading the way, his posture rigid and his voice unyielding. "Regarding the cooking, you will cook me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And for the time that I am not home, cook something only for yourself or whatever. I will wake you up for breakfast since I have to go out very early almost every day. Understood?" he had said, his gaze fixed ahead, never once looking back at Minho. The coldness in his voice made it clear this was not up for negotiation.
Minho had fought to maintain his composure, a swirl of confusion and anger brewing within him. "Even on the weekends?" he had asked, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief. Seo-Jun's response was immediate and unwavering. "Yes."
The realisation hit Minho hard, and he couldn't help but think, "Wow, this guy doesn't stop working even for a second." As his frustration began to fade, he found himself grappling with the reality of his new job. Just as he was trying to make sense of it all, Seo-Jun sliced through his thoughts with the same question, his tone sharp. "Did you understand everything?"
Sensing Seo-Jun's anger rising, Minho quickly replied, "Yes, sir!" The formality in his response felt strange, but he knew better than to push Seo-Jun's patience any further.
As Minho was lost in thoughts, the weight of Seo-Jun's expectations loomed over him. He could already feel the pressure of the cooking responsibilities settling in, and the thought of preparing meals for someone so demanding made his stomach churn.
As they stood at the entrance, Seo-Jun turned sharply to face Minho, his expression cold and commanding. "And for the cleaning part, you will be cleaning just my bedroom and the kitchen after every meal. The other maids come to the house to clean the rest of the area every Sunday." Minho felt a chill run down his spine, intimidated by the authority in Seo-Jun's tall figure, but he quickly brushed it off. "Okay, sir," he managed to reply, his voice steady despite the unease that crept in.
Seo-Jun continued, his tone unyielding, "Oh, and you will be given a separate bedroom as well. So, keep it clean." This statement caught Minho off guard, confusion washing over him. "A room? For me? I thought I would be sleeping in his room." he thought, his mind racing with the implications of such an arrangement. It felt surreal, and he couldn't help but wonder why Seo-Jun would offer him a space of his own.
Seo-Jun noticed the bewilderment on Minho's face and let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound echoing in the still air. "Why are you so confused?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips that made Minho's heart race. With a dismissive wave, he turned to walk into the house, adding, "You thought I would be having sex with you every night and letting you sleep in my bed. Please, even I don't have this much stamina."
Minho felt a blush creep onto his cheeks at Seo-Jun's words, a mix of embarrassment and irritation swirling within him. He couldn't shake off the anger that bubbled, feeling both flustered and frustrated by the situation. "Mhm…" he muttered under his breath, trying to keep his composure as he followed Seo-Jun inside, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions as he grappled with the reality of his new role.
This memory made Minho sigh deeply as he attempted to sit on the bed, each movement sending waves of soreness through his body. It was a struggle, and as he finally settled onto the mattress, he thought to himself, "Shit... it's so early..." The thought slipped out loud, surprising even him.
Seo-Jun, still glued to his phone with an expression as cold as stone, caught the mumble. "It's 10 a.m. I have been waiting for you to wake up for the past 2 hours." he said flatly, his eyes never leaving the screen. Minho's head snapped toward Seo-Jun, confusion etched across his features. "What? Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" he shot back, the irritation creeping into his voice.
Seo-Jun finally set his phone down, his gaze piercing as he met Minho's eyes. "Ha, I thought you would be too exhausted from last night." he replied, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I didn't want you to run out of energy tonight. So, I let you sleep more." The playful tone in Seo-Jun's voice only added to Minho's bewilderment.
Minho flinched at the intensity of Seo-Jun's gaze, feeling a mix of annoyance and something else he couldn't quite place. "Tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. Seo-Jun's grin widened, and without another word, he stood up and sauntered out of the room, leaving Minho sitting there, stunned and alone.
Once the door clicked shut, Minho let his frustration grow even more. "This punk!" he muttered, the words barely a whisper but filled with exasperation. With great effort, he pushed himself up from the bed, each movement a reminder of the previous night's experience. He winced as he began to dress, the soreness in his muscles a constant companion, but he couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to be just as intense.