Okay, so we may be drunk right now.
We finished our food but I didn't want to leave yet so I suggested we grab a couple drinks from his mini bar and well, here we are.
"You're a bad influence on me," Minho says with a lazy smile as he leans up against the pillows on the bed next to me. "I can't believe you got me drunk."
I scoff, rolling my eyes. "I said we should have one drink. Not four. You got me drunk."
He hums, sliding down further into the comfort of the bed as he closes his eyes. "Agree to disagree."
"How much did this hotel room cost?" I ask, realizing just how lavish the place is. I swear it's as big as my entire apartment, and my apartment didn't come with a mini bar and a king-sized bed. The beige, gold and white furniture feels more expensive than anything I've ever owned, so I can't imagine this place is cheap.
"I don't know," he shrugs, frowning with his eyes still closed. "My team deals with hotel arrangements."
I can't be completely annoyed that I got drunk during my first "date" with Minho because it's made me feel far more relaxed. I don't feel that looming anxiety that I was sure was going to suffocate me before the night is over. I don't even think twice when I roll over to cuddle against Minho's side, my head resting against his chest.
"Do you miss your home?" I ask, swirling my finger against the fabric of his shirt. "Your dorm, I mean."
"I miss my dorm, yeah," he says, not phased by the sudden closeness. "I travel a lot so I don't get a lot of time there, but it's where I feel the most comfortable and it's about as close to a home as I have."
"That's sad," I say, frowning in realization as I watch my finger move around on his chest. As enticing as the celebrity world may seem, talking to him right now has made me realize things are a lot more lonely in the fact that they're always having to stay in hotels in unfamiliar cities with their families back home watching them from afar.
"I knew what I was giving up," he says, his hand moving to rest on mine. "Stop doing that. It tickles."
"More of a reason for me to do it then," I say with a mischievous smirk, prying my hand out of his grip and sitting up to loom over him. "I live to annoy."
I poke at his belly in different places, being careful to jerk my hand away when he goes to grab it.
He laughs, rolling his eyes as he keeps his gaze locked on my hand, trying his best to catch it. But the alcohol has slowed his reflexes down significantly because I manage to escape every single time.
"What happened to your impressive reflexes?" I tease him as I sit up straighter to use both hands to poke at him. "You know how many videos I've seen people make just to brag about them? You're ruining your reputation, Minho."
He narrows his eyes at me and my heart skips a beat. The look in his eyes is almost predatory.
I have just enough time to open my mouth to take back what I've said before I'm flipped over onto my back, Minho straddling my waist as he holds his hands above my head.
"Caught you," he says, smirking down at me, and I can just barely smell the alcohol still on his breath. It's an interesting addition to his woodsy vanilla smell and it's all making me feel even more drunk than I already am.
"Not impressed," I shrug underneath his hold as I raise my eyebrows at him. "You can do better than that, can't you?"
I squeak as he rolls over, taking me with him. I can't even comprehend what he's doing until he's standing up and pulling me up into his arms. I scramble to wrap my legs around his waist but his hold is so secure, I could let go of him completely and I'd still be in his grasp. Strong ass.
"Now do some squats," I say, loving the look in his eyes when I challenge him and push his buttons. I can tell he's enjoying getting to show off but he's also showing this competitive side to prove himself. It's enough to make a stupid grin break out on my face as he dips down low and comes back up with ease without breaking eye contact.
"One," I say, tightening my hold around his neck with my arms.
Down and up again.
"Two," I say, getting distracted by the feeling of his thighs tensing beneath me but trying to focus on anything else.
Down. Up.
"Uh," I manage, words failing me now.
"Three," he says for me, his hands gripping my thighs more harshly as he licks his lips.
"Is that all you got in you?" I ask, my voice just a whisper at this point.
Something just snaps.
Minho's lips are suddenly on mine, my fingers tangling in his hair to hold him against me as I bite his lip.
His hands move to grip my ass as my tongue pushes past his lips into his mouth, fingers harshly pulling his hair. He lets out a low groan as he moves to throw me back down onto the bed, not wasting a second before he's on me, positioning himself between my legs as our lips meet again.
There are no thoughts, no hesitations, no questions of "should this be happening?" as I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him close to me. One of his elbows is pressed into the mattress, hand resting by my head and his other hand is holding onto my hip, fingers digging into my skin through the pants I'm wearing.
He tastes as good as he smells, his tongue dancing as well as his body does while I wrap my arms around his neck again.
The intensity of him being so close is making my heart pound in my chest. This is messy, what we're doing, but I just can't stop myself. He doesn't seem to want to stop either as he slips his hand under my shirt to ghost his fingers against my bare side, his lips still moving feverishly against my own.
He shifts his weight onto his legs as he moves his other hand underneath my shirt, massaging my sides as his lips move to leave messy, wet kisses against the side of my neck and onto the hollow of my throat.
I frown in concentration, eyes screwed shut as I try to relish in every second of what Minho is doing to me. His swollen, wet lips against my heated skin and his cool fingertips kneading into my sides are making me forget everything I've ever known about the world.
How can one person make me feel this way doing the simplest things?
My hands are entangled in his freshly washed hair, my legs hanging loosely around his hips as he finally relents, slowing the kisses and retreating his hands back to rest on either side of my head.
He looks down at me, his lips swollen and eyes glazed over.
"We should probably stop," he says, licking his swollen lips as he stares down at me. "Right?"
I want to say no.
"Probably, yeah," I say, my voice still just a whisper.
He lets out a slow breath as he collapses against me, his nose burying into the side of my neck. I wrap my arms around his torso, trying to slow my breathing down.
"I don't want you to think this is just a one night stand thing," he says, though his voice is muffled. "I care about you a lot more than you realize."
I don't know what to say, and I don't have a chance to reply because his deepened breathing tells me he's fallen asleep cuddling me.
I take a few minutes to relish in the moment, my fingers gently combing out the knots I made in his hair from earlier.
I'm so confused. This was supposed to be a fun little game to start out with but feelings are now getting involved and I don't know exactly how to navigate this.
Whatever the hell this is.
After a few more minutes of cuddling with Minho, I gently wiggle out from under him, leaving him sound asleep on his belly as I change back into my shirt and run my fingers through my hair to try to tame it.
I kneel down next to the bed, grabbing the complimentary notepad and pen and scribbling out a quick note for him to wake up to.
I never expected this outcome from tonight, but I'm not upset about it. I just worry that if I let myself feel something real for Minho, I'll just get hurt. Feelings are scary, which is why I am known as the jokester who never takes things seriously. If I treat it all as a joke, I can't get hurt. Right?
But this has gotten so messy so quickly and I don't know what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to say.
I plant the tiniest kiss on Minho's nose, smiling at him for a second before I slip out of his hotel room.