ON CUE | HYUNHO ⚘

twelve.

I don't know, I don't know! It's all way too much. I'm lost. I don't know what to do at all. He is driving me crazy and if he doesn't stop I will end up doing something I will regret forever.

He sighs. "We don't have to hate each other right now." He says. "Because I don't hate you, no. I want you badly Hyunjin, I need you. That isn't hate. That isn't hate at all."

Shut up. Oh my god, please just shut up. I bite my bottom lip. "I don't want this to—"

"Hyunjin." He says firmly. "Just stop. Just stop thinking, and just do." He pulls me closer to him. "I know you want this just as badly as I do, stop pretending. Let me touch you.."

I let out a shanty breath. "I—" I pause. "We can't."

"Why can't we?" Minho asks. He leans down, his breath on my neck. "Nobody is telling us we can't... nobody can stop us.." he whispers.

I shiver. Do what feels right. What feels right is wrong, though. But.. what if it's not? I debate for a minute, before Minho raises his brows. It's an offer. It's an offer, and I take it. I take it faster than anything.

I bring my hands up to his face, pulling him in. My lips clash with his, and he responds immediately. The grip on my waist tightens, and it makes me let out a noise.

I pull away. "I want you." I say breathlessly, "I want you and it's so wrong, but I don't even care."

He kisses me again. He pulls away, a look in his eye. "Screw want. Fuck, I need you." He says.

He kisses me again, pulling me away from the door. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him take me wherever he wants. He starts to walk to his room. He throws me on the bed when we get there, looking down at me.

"Don't move." He says firmly, before walking back to the bathroom. I sit up on the edge of the bed and watch him. The door is closed, however, so I don't see much.

I hear him digging through the drawers, looking for something. When he opens the door and comes back, he is holding a bottle of lube and a condom. That's when the reality of what's about to happen hits me.

I'm hit with a rush of adrenaline, and the thoughts of what's to come almost gets me excited already. That's pathetic. I'm pathetic. I'm letting my.. enemy... fuck me. Ha.

He walks back over to me, looking at me with a smirk. I look up at him expectantly. "Strip." He says.

It shocks me. I stay still for a moment, before slowly standing up. I do as he says. I start to unbutton my shirt, slowly. He watches me as I do so. Him watching me makes my stomach whirl. I slide off my shirt, revealing my bare upper half.

I reach down to unbuckle my jeans, sliding them off as well. I'm in my boxers when I stop, sitting back down on the edge of the bed— looking back to him.

He raises a brow. "I said strip. That means everything, Hwang."

Everything?

I try to hide my rosy cheeks by looking down. I lift my hips, taking a deep breath, before I slide my boxers off as well. I'm a little embarrassed, I feel like hiding. I keep my legs closed tightly, and I put a hand over myself.

He watches my every move. Eventually, he chuckles. "You're adorable." He says, as he takes a few steps closer.

I look up at him, and he puts a hand in my chin. "You're so..." he trails off, "Words can't even explain what you are." He says as he pushes me back slightly.

I use my left hand to hold myself up, and my right to cover myself still. I keep my head tilted up though, looking at him with desire. I am sitting on the bed, while he stands.