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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 15

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 2990

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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The trip lasted about two hours. Throughout this time, you were strapped down and immobilized in the passenger seat, while Minho was focused on the road. Although your body felt excitement, you began to have some concerns. You weren't sure what to expect from the man who had actually kidnapped you. And he did it with your consent, after all, you got into his car yourself.

“We've arrived, kitten.” Minho's voice suddenly broke the silence that had prevailed the entire way. 

“Where are we?” You asked, rubbing your wrists as the man untied your hands. You sat up slowly and looked out the window. 

Minho had stopped the car in a nice courtyard right in front of a fairly large wooden house. There was nothing around except the forest that surrounded the whole area. You trembled slightly. You liked it less and less. 

“You'll be safe here.” Minho said and got out of the car, then opened the passenger door and shook your hand.” Come in, I'll show you your new home.” He smiled broadly at you. 

“Wh-what? No, Minho don't joke around like that, okay? It's not much fun... I want to go home.” You said, looking around panicked. 

“As I told you, here is your new home, kitten. With me. Come on. Get out and do what I say before I run out of patience.” He said firmly. 

You obediently got out of the vehicle, trembling slightly in fear. You looked at him uncertainly not knowing what to expect. Minho turned around and started toward the house. You sighed heavily and moved after him. You knew that until you figured out some way to get away from him, you would have to play along as he told you to. 

As you crossed the threshold of the house, you swallowed your saliva loudly. The interior of the house was upholstered in light wood, contrasted by black furniture with gold accessories. It definitely did not look like an ordinary cabin in the woods. Until you were stunned. You stopped in the middle of the spacious living room looking around the room.

“Do you like it?” Minho asked, but didn't expect an answer. “Hungry? I'll make dinner.” 

“Minho... where do you get the money for all this? It's like you're an ordinary lecturer...” You started but he interrupted you in mid-sentence. 

“I invited you to my house, and all you think about is money, kitten?” He asked disapprovingly and stammered. “You shouldn't ask such questions. It's not nice to ask how much or where someone has money, you know?”

“Sorry.” You replied, quickly lowering your head and sticking your gaze into your shoes. 

“But...” He walked over to you and with his index finger lifted your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “I wouldn't know how to be angry with you, kitten, you know? I'll answer your question. In addition to teaching at the university, I'm involved in, um... how shall I say it? Ah yes! You could say I'm a collector of sorts.” He smiled at you and leaned gently over you. “And I collect not only beautiful objects.” He whispered in your ear, and ran your lips gently over his petal, at which you quietly sighed. “I collect many things. And you, you are my most important trophy.”

“I am not an object.” You said, and your voice trembled softly. You stepped back slightly while watching him. You took a few steps back, but Minho walked slowly toward you, smiling nonchalantly.

Your back encountered an obstacle - a glass door leading to the garden. You felt their coldness on your body and immediately winced. You wanted to take half a step forward, but Minho was already leaning over you. His hands were on both sides of your head. Even though the height difference between you was small, you felt really small.

Minho smiled at you slightly. He knew exactly what you must be feeling. He was enjoying this moment. He liked the emotions he was causing in you. He saw a mixture of excitement and fear in your eyes. And even if you denied it, he was definitely aware of the effect he was having on you.

"What are you going to do with me now?" You asked quietly. You knew there was no chance of escape. You looked into his eyes, which cost you a lot. Fear slowly began to take over your body.

"I'll rape you and kill you." He whispered in your ear and kissed you gently on the cheek, then pulled away with a quiet laugh. “I already told you, kitten, I won’t hurt you. You’re important to me.”

“Important people don’t get taken out into the middle of the forest against their will!” You suddenly shouted in a surge of adrenaline, and your voice was full of conflicting emotions.

“You can scream as much as you want, kitten. No one will hear you here anyway.” Minho shrugged. “You’re safe here… And only with me. Just as it should be. I already told you, you don’t need anyone but me.”

“I’m not your fucking property!” Anger began to take hold of you. “I want to go home! You’re fucked up!”

“Hm…” Minho tilted his head slightly, looking at you. “No.” He replied shortly. “Although you’re right, you’re not a thing. But you belong to me and nothing will change that, kitten. We’ll always be together, you know?” He pushed the unruly locks behind your ear. “And you can resist as much as you want, but it won’t change anything.”

“I want. To. Go. Home.” You insisted, your anger growing weaker and weaker.

“And I want a star from the sky! We all want something Y/N. I already told you, this is your home. Why aren't you even listening to me, huh? You’re mine now. My most important trophy that I have to protect!” His voice was getting more and more nervous.

“Protect? What the fuck are you trying to protect me from, huh? The only person I need protection from is you! You fucking kidnapped me! And you took me to god knows where!” You growled.

“I didn't force you to do anything, kitten. You got in my car of your own free will. I said I'd take you home. I didn't say whose. You didn't ask anyway." He replied calmly and shrugged.

"I didn't even think you wouldn't take me to my apartment Minho! You're some kind of a fucking psychopath!"

"Call me whatever you want kitten, after all you didn't specify what you wanted, not me." He replied nonchalantly. "You're probably hungry, huh? If you weren't you wouldn't be screaming like that. Eh... Sit down in the living room or explore the house. You won't get very far anyway. Oh and one more thing..." He pulled your phone out of your pants pocket. "You won't need this anymore." He winked at you, then broke the device in half, threw it on the floor and stomped on it.

You looked at the remains of your phone. Tears welled up in your eyes. You knelt on the floor and started to pick up what was left of the device. You felt bad. Lee Minho, the man you met a few months ago in the club turned out to be a completely different person than you imagined. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as he bustled around the kitchen. You were afraid of him and at the same time you felt the hopelessness of the whole situation. Alone with HIM in the forest. Without a phone. Without the possibility of contact with anyone close to you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, or what awaited you. Only Minho knew what he would do to you. And that was what you feared the most.

Minho, on the other hand, was pleased with himself. He knew that you were afraid of him and he understood you to some extent. In your place, he would probably be distrustful too. However, he didn't care that much about what you felt. The only thing that mattered was that you were with him. He wanted to keep you as close to him as possible and forever, and he knew that he would do everything to fulfill that desire.

"Dinner's ready." He said, placing a warm meal on the table. He glanced at you, still kneeling on the floor over the broken phone. “Y/N, come on, it's getting cold.”

But you didn't react to his call. You stared at the shattered device and tried to think of a way to escape.

“Hello, earth to Y/N!” Minho approached you. “I said dinner's ready. Come on in. Before I start getting nasty.”

“I'm not hungry.” You mumbled. “I want to go home, please.”

“I already told you this kitten, why don't you listen to me? You're home. Your home is where I am. Now I invite you politely to the table.” He said in a tone that didn't tolerate any argument, staring at you. You swallowed hard but followed his command. You sat down at the table and took a fork in your hand. “Enjoy.”

You started eating. Although you had no appetite, you ate what Minho gave you because you were afraid of his reaction if you accidentally disobeyed him.

“I'll show you around the house after dinner.” Minho suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

“Okay…” You nodded. You knew that for now you had no choice and had to do what Minho told you. Otherwise it could end badly for you. You quickly ate your meal. Minho put the dirty dishes in the sink and walked over to you.

“Come on.” He said shortly and headed towards the stairs.

The house you were in had two floors. Downstairs there was a huge kitchen in a modern design, connected to the living room and dining room, all in an open space. In the living room there was a huge, black, leather couch, similar to the one Minho had in his apartment in the city center. There was a large TV hanging on the wall, and right next to it was a door leading to the garden.

The upper floor was decorated in a similar way to the living room. Upstairs there were four bedrooms and a study, which Minho immediately forbade you from entering. Each bedroom had a bathroom with a shower. In the master bedroom, apart from a huge bed with black satin sheets, there was a spacious wardrobe. In the bathroom, apart from the glass shower, there was a deep bathtub in the middle. On the counter against one of the walls were two sinks and a lot of cosmetics.

You hadn't noticed before that both the wardrobe and the bathroom were fully equipped. It looked as if Minho had been planning your move to this house for a long time. However, you didn't dare to ask him about it. You were afraid of what kind of answer you might get.

When you had already walked around the entire apartment, you went back down to the living room, Minho sat down on the leather couch and looked at you. His attitude was extremely nonchalant. Two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned from the top. Even though you were afraid of Minho, you had to admit that his attitude and appearance impressed you.

“Okay, kitten.” He began, looking at you standing in front of him. “We need to establish some rules in this house. First, you have to listen to me. You are not allowed to go into the study upstairs and you are not allowed to leave the house. Besides, even if you tried, you will not succeed. There is nothing around, there is only the forest. Second, you can of course walk around the house and garden, but the garage is off limits to you. And third and most importantly, from today you belong to me. If I decide that you are a good enough girl, I will get you a phone… maybe you will get a computer in some time.”

“And what am I supposed to do here?” You asked, annoyed. “Wait for you like a faithful dog? You are psychotic! I want to go back to my apartment!”

“Kitten, apart from me you have nothing. This is your apartment now, whether you like it or not.” He replied calmly.

“You can't keep me here for the rest of my life. What about my studies? What about my family? And friends? They'll be looking for me!"

"And they'll find a dead body. It will be so massacred that they won't even think it could be anyone else." He replied unfazed, making you shiver. “Kitten, I've already arranged everything. You don't have to worry about anything. Your loved ones, well... they'll forget about you quickly. And as for your studies. What do you need them for when I'm your professor anyway? You're homeschooled."

"That's not how it works, Minho. I need to have contact with others. I can't sit around and do nothing all my life because that's what you want. And what if you get bored with me? Will you get rid of me like you did with Rheena?"

"Rheena, ah yes... Well, luckily you're not Rheena. Your luck, of course." He winked at you. "Rheena deserved what happened to her. But you don't have to worry, kitty, I won't hurt you, which I think I've already mentioned. You have a really bad memory and you don't listen to what I say... I think I'll have to teach you some lessons."

"I don't think I need your lessons. I don't know what sick game you're playing, but that's not right, Minho. Please, let me out and let's forget about this, okay? I won't tell anyone, I promise you." You didn't give up.

"Hm... no. I won't believe any of your promises, kitten. Besides, you already gave me up to the police once, right? I don't want it to happen again. Now, come to me."

You swallowed hard, but approached the man. For now, you decided to follow his orders and in the meantime figure out a way to escape. Minho looked you in the eye and pulled you onto him. You landed on his lap.

"Perfect." He smiled slightly. "Like I said... I have to teach you a lesson." He added and suddenly put you on his lap.

"Minho, what are you doing?" You asked, surprised.

“I’m teaching you how not to behave. Any disobedience will be punished.” His hand landed with a force on your right buttock. You let out a surprised cry. You didn’t have time to say anything when you were hit in the other buttock.

Minho gave five hard slaps on both of your buttocks. With each subsequent one you let out louder and louder cries. You didn't want to admit it, but the man's slaps caused a slight arousal.

Lee Know knew it perfectly well. He knew your body better than his own. He knew what he had to do to arouse you, without too much effort. And that was what he wanted. He gently massaged your buttocks, then moved his hand between your thighs, at which you let out a quiet sigh.

He began to rub your sensitive spot through the material of your shorts. Your breathing quickened, the more pressure he put on. You began to moan quietly. Minho took his time. He relished your voice. He began to gently make circles, then pressed lightly on your shell, making you moan even louder.

He felt the material of your pants getting wetter and wetter. He smiled slightly to himself. He laid you down on the couch and stood over you. He took off your pants and panties, and then looking you straight in the eye, he inserted a finger into you, which he began to gently move. All flushed, you began to writhe under him and sigh louder and louder. Minho watched your reaction carefully. After a moment, he added another finger, and pressed his thumb on your button. In response to the sudden stimulation, you moaned loudly. Minho didn't take his eyes off you.

Your lips were parted and your eyes were half-closed. You were all flushed and you were letting out louder and louder moans of pleasure. Minho was proud of himself, he almost brought you to the peak. However, as soon as he noticed that your orgasm was approaching with great strides, he stopped all movements. He pulled his fingers out of you and licked them, watching with a slightly mocking smile as irritation appeared on your face.

"You're cute, you know that?" He asked, slightly amused.

"Why?" You asked, surprised and irritated. “Minho, I was close.”

“I know, kitty.” He smiled. “But you haven’t been a good kitten lately.”

“But I was close… I can handle it myself.” You were already reaching out to finish what Minho didn’t want.

“Oh, you’re not allowed.” He grabbed your wrist tightly. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission, is that clear? Be good and you’ll get what you want, okay?” Saying that, he pierced you with his cold gaze that always made goosebumps rise on your body.

“Y-yes…” You agreed and looked away.

“Great, kitten.” Minho smiled widely. “Now, go take a shower. It’s been a long day, don’t you think?”

“O-okay.” You listened to the man and went to the shower, where you were lost in thought.

Maybe it won’t be so bad? You thought, standing under the stream of warm water. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you missed his touch, but the thought of it made you very uneasy. Your mind was saying one thing, and your heart was telling you something else. You weren't sure if you really wanted to run away from him. And that was what you feared the most.

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 14

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1364

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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It's been a month since you moved away from Minho. Since then, you had no contact with him other than at the university. Lee Minho still remained your lecturer. The denunciation you filed didn't change much - Minho was interrogated, police officers even came to the university and interviewed other female students, but it didn't do anything. 

Minho knew perfectly well that it was you who had filed the complaint against him. He also knew that the idea was suggested to you by Jeno, but he was not angry with you. He knew he deserved it, and yet he couldn't stop thinking and fantasizing about you. About your body, your touch, the moans you made when he gave you pleasure. He wanted you to come back to him, so that you could be together again. He was willing to do anything to fulfill that desire. Even if it involves forcing it on you. 

The day was rainy and chilly. You went shopping, to a nearby market, but you forgot your umbrella, and the clothes you were wearing - short shorts and an oversized hoodie - did not add to your warmth at all. You were returning with a bag full of shopping when a black car with tinted windows drove past you. You did not initially pay attention to it. It wasn't until the third time the same vehicle came within your sight that you freaked out.

The car finally stopped when you stood in front of the lanes, at a red light. It began to rain harder and thunder could be heard in the distance. The storm was approaching the city. You jumped up slightly in your seat when you heard another thunder, and the car window lowered. 

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard the familiar voice of your lecturer. “Why don't I drop you off? You're all wet...” 

“Ehm.... No need Mr. Lee...” You replied confused and even more stressed.

“Oh come on, I know you don't like thunderstorms, get in.” He opened the door for you from inside. You thought for a moment, but got inside. In fact, you were all wet and cold.

“Thank you.” You said quietly. 

Minho just nodded to you and took off. He closed the car imperceptibly from the inside so that you would not get out of it so quickly. In fact, you lived not far away, but the man took a longer route that you did not associate - he just wanted to stay with you a little longer. 

“Ekhm... Minho... I mean, Mr. Lee... this is probably not the way to go.” You began uneasily, breaking the awkward silence. 

“The main road is closed due to this rain, so we're going around.” He explained without taking his gaze off the roadway. 

“Mhm...”

“You don't have to be afraid of me Y/N, you know very well that I won't hurt you...” Minho began. 

“Well, I don't know, last time...”

“Last time I got a little carried away.” The man said, interrupting you in mid-sentence. “And for that I would like to apologize to you. Actually I overreacted...”

He was answered by silence. You didn't know what you should say or how to behave around him. A month has passed since your last interaction. A month in which you were both angry with him and missed him. 

“I wish...” Minho continued. “I wish you would come back to me... A month is a long time, don't you think?”

“I don't know... We really shouldn't. You're still my lecturer and...”

“Somehow it didn't bother you before.” He replied firmly. A gentle annoyance could be heard in his voice.

“Well, yes, but we shouldn't have either before...” You defended yourself. 

“But it didn't bother you, so why does it bother you now?” He asked and put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “Pretty much, you liked it a lot before.” He began to make circles on your bare skin with his thumb. “I would very much like to get back to the way things were between us before.”

“Minho, stop...” You grabbed his hand and removed it from your thigh. The man clenched his jaws, he didn't like the fact that you were refusing him. “We won't go back to the way things were... ever.”

“ No? And why is that?” He asked a little more sharply than he had planned. 

“Because it shouldn't happen, understand that.”

“Well, but I don't understand.” He muttered. “And what are you going to do about it now? Are you going to file another complaint against me?”

“Y-you know it was me?”

“I wasn't sure, but now I am.” He lied. “Why did you do it, huh Y/N?” He asked, and his hand returned to your thigh again. He squeezed you tighter than he intended, at which you let out a quiet moan. 

“I...” You started but didn't know what you should answer him yourself. You swallowed your saliva, and his hand began to move higher and higher up your thigh. 

“You what, hm?” He asked, turning the car into one of the alleys. He continued to massage your skin with his thumb, causing a slight goosebump. “Did you think they would catch me like this? That they would lock me up in jail? That you would get away from me?”

“ W-what...? Minho it's not like that, I just...” You started, not knowing what to answer completely. 

“You just what? Hm? What kitten, have you suddenly run out of words?” He asked with a slight smile. 

Before you knew it, Minho had turned off the car's engine, stopping in a dark alley, and the back of the seat you were sitting on was laid down. The man pushed back your seat as far as possible and unbuckled your seatbelt. Before you knew it, your hands were tied with the seatbelt just above your head. And although for him, the position you were in was completely uncomfortable, due to the small amount of space, he still couldn't complain.

The sight of you completely defenseless and bound beneath him excited him greatly. You looked up at him with big eyes.  Minho leaned over you slightly. 

“I miss you, you know?” He whispered in your ear and moved his hand over your cheek, pushing back a strand of hair.

“Minho... please.” You whispered quietly terrified. 

“What are you asking for, kitten?” His sensual voice had a mesmerizing effect on you. He gently ran his soft lips from your ear to your collarbone. “You don't even know how much I would like to take advantage of this situation right now... But no, it's not time yet.” He added and moved away from you, returning to his seat. The car's engine started running again. However, you continued to remain strapped down. 

“Untie me.” You said after a while breaking the silence. 

“Hm... no.” He replied with a slight smile. 

“Minho, untie me.” You repeated nervously and tugged at your belt. You didn't know by what miracle he managed to tie you with it so that you could barely move your hands. 

“I'm not going to... we're going to my place.” He replied calmly.

“What, but I...”

“You have nothing to talk about, kitten. I already told you, you are mine and mine alone.”

He decided to take you to his place. To his property outside the city, which, apart from him and his friend Han, no one knew about. The position you were in was so uncomfortable that you didn't realize where he was actually taking you. 

On the one hand, you were afraid of him. You didn't know what he would do with you. You were afraid that he would go further and hurt you. But on the other hand, even though you didn't want to admit it, you missed him as much as he did. And a month without his touch was a torture for you. He had made you dependent on him and didn't even realize it. Or at least that's what you thought. However, only Lee Minho knew what it was really like. 

You sighed heavily. It's going to be a long night, you thought. Because you hoped it would be just one night....

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 13

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1541

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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The car trip did not take long, but for you it dragged on mercilessly. Minho did not say a word to you. His lip had already managed to swell. You glanced at him uncertainly. You knew he was angry and that you had broken the rule he had imposed on you from the very beginning of your strange yet intense relationship. 

You didn't want to speak up. You were afraid that if you said even a word, Minho would explode. You didn't know what to expect from him. The man's lips tightened. You sighed quietly. Now what?, You thought. You felt more than lost. 

“Get off.” Said the man coolly but calmly, although you could see by the posture of his body that he was tense all over. “Are you deaf? What are you waiting for?” He hissed already a little more sharply and left the vehicle. You quickly got out of the car and followed him to the apartment. 

“Minho I...” You started once you had crossed the threshold of his apartment. 

“ Did I let you speak?” He growled. “No, so don't speak without being asked. Go take a shower, you have fifteen minutes.” 

“But...” You started, somewhat surprised by his reaction. 

“I said something!”

You obediently went to the bathroom. You took a quick shower and changed out of your dress. You looked at your reflection in the mirror. Fear was painted in your eyes. You didn't know what Minho would do with you now. And fear stemming from not knowing is the worst kind of fear. 

You left the bathroom at a fast pace. Minho sat in the kitchen nursing a cut lip. He didn't speak to you at all. 

“Let me help you...” You began hesitantly approaching him with a slow step. Your nightgown stuck gently to your still damp body. He looked at you with annoyance and... something else you couldn't classify. 

“It's your fault.” He hissed as you touched his lip with a cotton swab, cleaning it. “You know? You're the reason we got beat up. You liked it, didn't you? You enjoyed having two men fighting over you.”

“What, no Minho... I didn't like it. I didn't want it.”

“Don't lie!” He growled. “We both know the truth. You like being the center of attention Y/N.” He rolled his eyes.  

“No Minho it's not...” You started.

“Why did you go to that club, huh? I explicitly forbade you! Why then?” He didn't even let you finish your sentence.

“I wanted to meet with friends and...”

“And what was that for? They are not suitable friends for you! I don't want you to hang out with them.... Besides me, you don't need anyone else!”

“What, you must be joking!” You fuked, and irritation began to grow more and more in you. “You can't forbid me from seeing my friends, Minho.” 

“Of course I can! And that's exactly what I'm doing.” He replied coolly. 

You moved away from him in shock. Your raised voices echoed around the kitchen. 

“You can't... You know what Min? I've had enough, I can't be with someone who treats me like his fucking property!”

“What do you mean by that! You belong to me!” 

“No, it's over, do you understand? Today, now, you have crossed the border...” You didn't have time to finish the sentence when Minho's hand found itself, with a loud smack, on your cheek. 

The man wanted to silence you in some way, and that was all that came to mind. However, the moment he realized what he had just done, he regretted it. He looked at you in horror, and you looked at him with big eyes. Both of you did not expect what had just happened. 

Tears began to appear in your eyes. You looked at him in disbelief. Your cheek began to pulsate. You stood for a moment in shock, then with a quick step you ran to your bedroom, where you grabbed the first better bag and started packing your things. 

“Y/N! Wait! I didn't mean...” The man ran after you, but you, as if in amok, did not hear him at all. “Y/N, look at me, kitten.” He grabbed your wrists and forced you to look at him. “Sorry kitten... I got carried away...” His heart broke into several pieces. In your eyes he saw only hesitation and fear. He immediately regretted his act. He himself did not fully understand what he had just done. 

“Minho... let go.” You said quietly, avoiding his gaze. 

“Sorry...” He immediately let you go. “Please don't do anything rash, okay? I'll go to sleep on the couch, we'll talk in the morning...”

“No Minho, I... I have to go home. I don't want to be here.” You said with complete seriousness.

He didn't argue with you this time, he knew he had to step down, although he didn't like it at all. He sighed heavily and left the room giving you space. He was doing his best not to lose you, and now he knew he had crossed the line and there would be no turning back. He had to come up with something that would make you not leave him after all. Only... he didn't know what yet.... 

You left Minho's apartment in the morning. The man insisted on driving you away, but you didn't agree. You didn't want to stay with him at all. You felt bad. You didn't understand his reaction, but you also didn't try to understand it anymore. 

In rapid succession, you found yourself in your apartment. You locked yourself in it with all the locks, then cried out of helplessness. You sat curled up on the floor leaning against the door, and tears ran down your cheeks. 

After some time, you decided to contact Jeno. You were worried about your friend. You only hoped that the boy had not crossed off your friendship. 

“Hello?” You heard his voice in the receiver. He picked up.  “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Will you come to me? Please...” You said, and your voice faltered slightly. 

“I'll be right there... we need to talk anyway.” Replied the boy calmly and hung up. 

Not even fifteen minutes had passed since your conversation when you heard a knock on the door. You immediately opened it, letting in Jeno, who as soon as he crossed the threshold of your apartment, hugged you gently. His ribs were still giving out, and his right eye was purple.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern watching you. “Your cheek... Did he hit you!” He immediately boiled over. 

“Don't worry about it... We just had a fight...” You shrugged your shoulders. “How's your eye?”

“Now don't worry about it.” He muttered irritably. “You need to report this pervert!”

“No, Jeno... If we report him, I'll be expelled from the university too. Don't worry,” I ended it. He... He won't bother me anymore. I'm sorry, it's because of me that you're hurt and...” 

“I'm fine Y/N. I just don't understand how you could be with someone like him. How did it even start?”

You sighed and told him everything again. How you met Minho, why you let yourself get involved with him, what happened after their fight. She also mentioned to him about Lisa and Rheena, who only lost their lives because Minho wanted to “protect” Y/N. Yeno had been listening to her attentively all this time. 

“You really don't want to report him?” He asked finally. “He killed two girls, if there is any evidence of that...”

“That's the problem, I don't have any evidence.” You sighed. “All I know is that he had a gold necklace with a rose in his room... I remember that Rheena had a similar one. But I don't know if anyone will believe what I say. What if I get kicked out of the university for sleeping with a lecturer?”

“You can bring an anonymous report, Y/N.” Yeno said. “And in my opinion you should do that. You can also mention to them that he manipulated you and hit you...”

“I'm not convinced Jeno. Minho is... a sociopath. He will take revenge on me. I don't want to lose my life.”

“I won't let that happen Y/N.”

You nodded. You admitted your friend was right, and with his encouragement, you decided to make a report. If only that would free you completely from a man who, as much as he attracted you, terrified you, you wanted to try. 

That evening you didn't stay alone overnight. Jeno decided to move in with you for at least a week to make you feel safe. The two of you started spending more time together than before, but you didn't go outside your apartment for longer than needed. 

The only thing you didn't know was that you were constantly being watched. Lee Minho was still present in your life, but now he kept a decidedly greater distance than before. Still, he registered every step you took, even the smallest one. After all, he had long since decided that he would not let you leave, and was capable of doing anything to get you to return to him. Even if it meant another murder.

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 12

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 3302

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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Several days have passed since the Minho incident. You have almost forgotten about his behavior, or at least pushed thoughts about it to the farthest corner of your mind. After a week's absence, you returned to the university, and your life seemed to go on. 

Admittedly, you were still dating Lee Minho, a lecturer who had “returned” to being THE Minho you had met in the beginning. You felt somewhat happy, but at the same time internally you felt fear. You feared that if you once again defied the man, you might face punishment. You didn't want to make him angry, because you knew what this could entail. Therefore, you did everything he told you to do - and his requests got weirder and weirder each time. 

“...I think it's high time I met your parents Y/N...” The man spoke up, breaking the silence in the car. You looked at him puzzled.

“'Why? My parents are busy, Minho.”

“Don't you think that as your boyfriend I should get to know them? Besides... You know, we could then test your stamina with the new toy I bought you.” He smiled in a perverse way. 

“You've got to be kidding me!” You exclaimed in surprise. “There's no option Minho, I'm not going to agree to something like that. You're crossing the line.”

“Don't exaggerate Y/N... just kidding.” He muttered, but was inconsolable. “But your parents I would actually like to meet.”

“What is the point? My parents won't accept that I'm with a guy who's fifteen years older than me anyway.”

“You don't want me to meet them because you're ashamed, right?” He started with a pouty face.

“What? No Minho, I'm not ashamed of you.” You denied.

“Great, then invite them to dinner on the weekend.” He suggested, smiling at you.

“No... I won't invite them.” 

“No? What did I tell you about disobedience?” He glanced at you, clearly displeased.

“Minho, it's non-negotiable, I apologize to you, but this time I'm not going to comply with your request.” You said with seriousness.

“We will return to this conversation.” The man replied coolly. There was silence in the car. Why did he want to meet your parents? Wasn't what was between the two of you enough for him? Your parents, although they approved of your every choice, would not have been happy with their child dating a man fifteen years older than her. And you knew it perfectly well. 

Minho stopped the car in the parking lot in front of his apartment. Since the last time you overheard his conversation, he demanded that you move in with him permanently. You had no choice but to agree to move. You were afraid that if you didn't agree to the man's terms, he would treat you the same way he treated Rheena and Lisa. After the last situation, you were sure that he was behind their deaths.

You began to form a “formal” relationship. You went on dates to the movies, restaurants, the park. Of course, you were careful, you didn't want anyone to notice you, because it could end unpleasantly, first of all for this person.

And you knew it. That's why you started to be even more careful. You moved a little away from your friends. You only saw Jeno at the university, as well as Jungwoo. Your other friends started going out without you. You watched on social media how people around you, your age, were having a great time without you. How they go to parties and spend their time the way you should spend it too - having fun. 

More than once you have wondered about the life you have begun to lead. Why did you let yourself get sucked into this “sick” arrangement with a lecturer and let the best years of your youth slip away? You became addicted to a man you weren't even sure you loved. But he was already sure - he loved you. You knew you couldn't walk away from him like that, especially after his confession. That's why you continued to play the game, to pull what was between you.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N!” Minho waved his hand in front of your eyes. “Everything ok?”

“Hm? Yes, yes... I was just thinking.” You replied after a while, sending him a gentle smile. “Did you say something?”

“Yes Y/N, I was... I asked if you were hungry, I will be making dinner.”

“Dinner? I'd love to eat something... what are you going to prepare?”

“I'm going to make chicken.” He winked at you. “I know you love it.” 

“Okay, I'll get my stuff together...” You replied and went to the living room, where your notes and laptop were waiting for you. 

The midterm was approaching. You spent more and more time studying. You neglected Minho in the process, but this is, after all, normal and the man was aware of this, right? In the end, he let you study as much as you needed, even though he knew that you would get only A's in his subject anyway. You didn't even have to try too hard. You might as well not even have come in for a final exam.

While making dinner in the kitchen, he watched you carefully. Every move you made made him smile. He saw you bending over the task, wrinkling your nose gently, trying to understand what it was about. To Minho, you looked adorable. He loved to watch you. It was a form of entertainment for him, and he appreciated every such moment. 

The apartment was relatively quiet. You were engrossed in your notes and repetitions, and Minho was making dinner. Would your lives always be like this again? Neither of you could answer that question. The man began to imagine your life together in the future, when suddenly his phone rang. He answered immediately.

“Hi Han, what's up?...Mhm, well...I'll drop by in about an hour. No, I can't go any faster. OK, I'll try.”

The man hung up. You looked at him with a questioning gaze. You were curious what it was about. 

“Han called.” He informed you. “He asked me to go and help him with something... Can you manage on your own in my absence?”

“Will you be gone for a long time? Friday is today and there may be traffic jams...”

“Don't worry, kitten. I don't know how long it will take me to help Han, but I'm sure you'll be asleep when I get back.” He said and walked over to you. “I'll be back soon.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and went to change his clothes, then left the apartment. 

You sighed quietly. Minho left more and more often as Han called him. You hadn't met his friend yet, but you knew that this whole Han thing was just as weird as your lecturer. You just hoped they didn't kill anyone else. The realization that another woman might have lost her life, in a very immoral way, just because she ran into Minho, did not give you peace of mind. 

You took several deep breaths. You couldn't concentrate on your notes anymore. Moreover, you were terribly bored, and you knew that waiting for Minho didn't make any sense at all. You knew the man wouldn't be back before five in the morning. His outings with Han always took that long. You glanced at your phone. Your friends were once again having a great time at the club. You decided it was high time to finally go out to people. So you texted Jeno.

[You]

Hi Jeno! Where are you guys? Can I join you? 

You didn't expect the boy to text you back. After all, you haven't spoken to each other much lately. You felt that Jeno might continue to be offended at you, but he texted back nonetheless. You smiled broadly at the phone. 

THE MANIAC Club. I will be waiting for you in front of the entrance, you have 30 min. 

You smiled broadly. It had been a long time since you had been to a club, and THE MANIAC was your favorite place. You were glad that Jeno hadn't cancelled your relationship yet and you could join him and his cousin. 

You showered and put on makeup at an express pace. You felt exquisite, getting ready for the party. You left your hair loose and slipped a short blue strapless dress over your body. On your feet you put silver stiletto sandals. You accessorized with a silver handbag, into which you packed your phone and keys, and left Minho's apartment. 

You were in the mood for the party. All the way to the club you were smiling broadly. You missed the dancing and the craziness, but you also missed your friends, and you knew that such an outing would do you good. You couldn't wait for the madness on the dance floor. It had been so long since you had been to a party.... 

“Y/N!” You heard your friend's familiar voice when you appeared in front of the club. Jeno immediately greeted you with a smile and hugged you. “It's been so long since we had fun together... What happened?”

“Nothing happened Jeno... I just didn't have time...” You returned the hug. 

“You didn't have time, or did the professor not allow you?” The boy asked with a wince, but inwardly he was very worried. 

“What, no, no... I was really busy.” You got a little mixed up. “ Anyway, it doesn't matter now, let's go inside, I want to dance!”

“Sure... But if something happens, speak up... Ladies ahead, Woo is probably already at the bar.”

You entered the club, and immediately smelled the distinctive aroma that wafted through THE MANIAC - cinnamon and vanilla. You smiled broadly, you loved the place. For the first time in a long time you were happy. 

You started to party. Jeno was watching over you, while you seemed to release all the brakes. You let yourself be carried away by the fun, the music, the dancing and the drinks that the bartender and Woo's new boyfriend Lucas prepared for you every now and then. 

You lost track of the time. The party with the guys lasted until the early hours of the morning. You had fun until the very end. You didn't care about the hour, as well as the fact that your boyfriend, Lee Minho, left you a mass of missed calls and messages. In a craze of fun, you completely forgot about the whole world and all the problems that had surrounded you up to that point. 

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While you were partying at the club Minho quickly dealt with the task Han had assigned him and returned home. When he did not find you in the apartment, panic began to overtake him. He checked every room in the apartment, even the smallest, but you were nowhere to be found. He decided to call you, but as luck would have it, you probably had your phone turned off. Panic began to grow in him more and more. Had you left him? Did you decide to run away from him? Fears began to overwhelm him, he could not let you leave him. He knew he would do anything for you. 

He quickly remembered the tracking app he had installed for you some time ago. You didn't even know about it because the app was very well hidden on your phone. He quickly checked your location on his device. Gotcha, kitten, He thought. 

Now that he knew you were at the club and had broken his ban he was overwhelmed with anger. He didn't like the fact that HIS girlfriend was partying in the company of other men. Of course, he was aware that you could break the ban. Ha! He even deep down desired it. He wanted you to show disobedience so that he could punish you. He loved to punish you... And he did it more and more often.

But now, the realization that you did not comply with his requests was unbearable. In quick succession, he found himself in his car and headed out in front of the club. He didn't have a long way to go, especially by car. He parked the car on the opposite street and watched the entrance to the club. He noticed you walking out smiling inside accompanied by your friend, Jeno.

Minho was overcome with jealousy. From the very beginning, he had not tolerated Jeno. He felt some competition in him, even though he knew that you were not interested in him. Or at least you hid it very well. However, he decided not to act too hastily. I'll give her time, I’ll let her play... As he thought, so he did. He waited outside the club until you left. He didn't expect you to spend so much time there. Once again you surprised him. 

He smiled slightly to himself, all the while watching the exit. The party had already ended, and drunk people began to roll out of the club. Some were still in a club mood, while others seemed fed up with all the hustle and bustle. 

Minho watched closely. Finally, he spotted YOU. You were dressed in a blue strapless dress that, in Minho's eyes, was far too short and too defiant. Your stilettos dangled from your hand - they must have hurt your feet a lot. Minho wasn't even surprised. 

He knew you liked to party, and your moves on the dance floor could be envied by many dancers. Your hair was gently tousled, and a wide smile was painted on your lips, highlighted with red lipstick, showing rows of white teeth. At the same time, the whole posture of your body indicated that you must have drunk a considerable amount of alcohol. He didn't like it. 

He sighed heavily. Even though he was angry at you, he had to admit that you looked very happy. Your whole appearance, the way you presented yourself, excited him to the limit. Oh kitten, what are you doing to me, He thought, for a moment imagining you writhing with pleasure under him, only to deny you an orgasm a moment later.

But life is not about imagination. He knew that if he allowed you to go with Jeno now, which you were obviously counting on, he could lose you. He got out of the car and walked through the deserted street. He stopped a few meters behind you. You burst out laughing. Jeno apparently cracked a joke.

Minho quickly looked at the boy before he spoke. Jeno definitely didn't have as much alcohol in him as you did. And he definitely didn't look at you JUST as a friend. And Minho didn't like that very much.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, drawing your and the boy's attention to himself.

"Minho!" You exclaimed with a smile and threw yourself around his neck. You hung on him, and the strong smell of alcohol could be felt from your lips. "What are you doing here?"

"I came for you, kitten. And what are you doing here?" The man spoke, pushing you away slightly. Minho hated the smell of alcohol.

"I'm having fun!" You smiled. You looked quite cute and innocent when you were drunk. "Do you want to join?"

"I guess I'll say no." He spoke to you and glanced at Jeno, who was watching you closely. "Come on Y/N, time to go home."

"What? But I don't want to!" You stamped your foot and made a dissatisfied face. "I want to go dancing!"

“The party's over long ago, and so is my patience, kitten... You broke our agreement, you know how this ends.”

“B-but…” Your mood changed a hundred and eighty degrees. “I don't want a punishment…” You looked at him with a pouty face.

“I don't give a damn what you want.” Minho growled, a bit harsher than he planned. He shouldn't be taking it out on you when you're drunk. It didn't make any sense, and he knew it perfectly well. You wouldn't understand anyway until you were fully sober.

“Wait, what punishment?” Jeno butted in, clearly concerned about your entire exchange.

“He'll punish me for disobedience.” You complained, moving closer to Jeno. “Jeno… I don't want punishment.” You groaned. The boy clenched his jaw and looked at Minho with a menacing expression on his face.

“What kind of punishment is she talking about? What do you want to do to her?” He began to ask, clearly nervous.

“None of your business, brat.” Minho growled. “Y/N, come on, let's go home.”

“No, she's not going anywhere with you.” Jeno hissed, hiding you behind his back. “I have no idea what you want to do to her, psycho, but I won't let you.”

“I won't do anything to her, she's drunk and probably made something up.” Minho tried to brush him off.

“Why don't I believe you? If Y/N says she doesn't want something and is clearly afraid of you, then that's how it has to be.” Jeno didn't give up.

“You don't know anything. Stop interfering!” Minho started to raise his voice, clearly irritated.

“I know enough!” Jeno raised his voice as well.

“Y/N we’re going home.” Minho walked up to you and grabbed your wrist tightly, too tightly, pulling you along. You winced a bit. Minho’s grip was really strong. Seeing your reaction, Jeno didn’t think twice and threw himself at Minho with his fists.

The men started to fight. Their fight didn’t last long, because the club’s security guards, seeing the whole situation, stepped in to separate them. Minho had a cut lip and would definitely have bruises on his stomach, where he got hit the hardest.

Jeno, on the other hand, didn’t come out of the fight in any better shape. His right eye was already starting to swell, and his ribs on the left side were throbbing. He knew that when he woke up the next day, he wouldn’t be in the best shape.

The men looked at each other with hostility. You, on the other hand, stood to the side, watching the whole thing. You were scared, but you knew that if you didn't want their conflict to end in a fight again, you had to agree to go back to the apartment with Minho. You sighed quietly. The whole situation had practically sobered you up on the spot.

"Minho..." You spoke quietly. "Let's go home, please."

“Wise decision, kitten.” Minho praised you and offered you his hand. Hesitantly, slightly reluctantly, you took it and walked with him to the car. You turned back to Jeno with an apologetic expression on your face.

You got into the car and drove away with your boyfriend a moment later. You felt bad. You knew that the fight between Jeno and Minho had happened because of you. You felt stupid. You felt that in a way you had let your friend down. You just didn't know if the boy would ever be able to forgive you. You didn't look at Minho the whole way, nor did you say a word. You knew that now you were safe, but the next day wouldn't be pleasant. 

Jeno, on the other hand, watched after the fight, shocked, as you decided to leave with Minho, whom you were clearly afraid of. He knew that you didn't feel safe in the company of a man, but he was aware that you wouldn't tell him the truth. He was worried about you. He wanted to help you at all costs. He made it his goal to do everything to make you feel safe. And that meant that he had to defeat Lee Minho in some way. He just didn't know how yet.

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 11

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1089

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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Another body was found this morning, belonging to a young female student. The girl had been stripped of her limbs while she was still alive..., An announcement on television rang out. You were blown away. Another murder. On the TV screen appeared, this time, a photo of the victim. The shock you felt was indescribable. 

The photo belonged to Lisa. You rubbed your eyes in amazement. You didn't expect that the next person to lose her life would be your old friend. But did you really not know? You guessed that, as in the case of Rheena, the perpetrator could have been Minho. But without evidence, you couldn't even do anything or confront him. 

Tears came to your eyes. You didn't miss your friendship with Lisa, but the thought that the girl was dead filled you with sadness. You looked toward your bedroom, where Minho was still sleeping. Why were you actually in his apartment? Why didn't you leave as he slept -  leave him alone? Minho arranged for you to be excused from classes for the rest of the week, but actually why? Why did you even listen to him? 

You couldn't answer your questions. You weren't afraid of Minho, just yet, but you didn't feel safe in his company either. He seemed different from when you first met him. How did you let a one-night adventure turn into something that maybe someone could and would call a relationship... but without love (at least on your part). You didn't know what feelings you had for the man. The whole situation was making you dizzy.  

You suddenly heard footsteps. You quickly turned off the TV and went back to eating breakfast. You didn't want Minho to find out that you were watching the news again. But actually why? Were you afraid of confrontation with a man? Did you have reasons for that? 

“Good morning, kitten.” The man walked up to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “”Slept well?“” 

“Yes, yes.” You smiled slightly at him. “And you?” 

“I slept like I killed myself.” He laughed and stole one toast from your plate. 

“Hey, that's mine!” You muttered, trying to ignore his earlier words. 

“Not now.” He smiled at you, biting into the sandwich. “Mmmm yummy.” He winked. “What would you like to do today?” 

“I was thinking of going home.” You answered immediately. “I have some study backlogs... I need to catch up on them.” 

“Hm... after all, you can catch up on them here.” The man replied after a moment's thought. “You know, you can actually move in here, your stuff is already here anyway.” 

“I don't know if that's a good idea Minho... You're still my lecturer. If anyone catches us...” You started but he interrupted you. 

“No one will catch us, kitten. My house is your house. Besides, you can catch up on my subject in a very pleasant way.” He started and leaned over you. “You know, last time we discussed nudes...” His hands rested on the armrests of the chair you were sitting on causing you to have no way to escape. 

“Nudes?” You looked at him with doe eyes. 

“Mhm... nudes.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your neck. “In every... era... they were... painted... differently.” Each word was interrupted by a gentle caress of your neck. You tilted your head back gently, allowing the man more access to your skin. You closed your eyes. 

Minho began kissing you more boldly. He glided his velvety lips along your neck. One of his hands found its way to your leg and gilded gently upward, causing goosebumps on your bare skin. You let out a quiet moan as he bit down gently and sucked a spot on your neck. Your breathing quickened. Minho was already about to slip his hand between your thighs when the phone rang. He sighed heavily and pulled away from you. 

“We'll get back to it, kitten.” He said and went to answer it. You sighed heavily. You got up from the chair after a while and went to listen to what the man was talking about. 

“No, I did everything so as not to leave traces... What do I care if they found her? I don't know Han, okay? You know very well that all that matters to me is Y/N, and that idiot over there had snitches on us... I couldn't let those pictures leak out.” 

You were flabbergasted to hear Minho's words. Did he just talk about Lisa's murder with some Han? Did he actually kill her? You didn't know what to think about all this. All you wanted was to get away from him as soon as possible. 

“I have to go, I'll call you later.” You heard, but before you had time to take a step and return to the living room, the man was already standing in front of you. “It's not nice to eavesdrop kitten, you know?” 

“I'm not eavesdropping just...” You began to stammer. 

“Just what?” He leaned over you. “You haven't been a good kitten lately. I'll have to do something about that fact.”

“I'm sorry Minho, I didn't mean to...” The anxiety started to grow inside you. 

“Of course you didn't mean to.” He snorted, hardly convinced. “Now tell me, what did you manage to hear?” 

“Nothing, I swear!” You replied, taking a step back. 

“Don't lie.” Said Minho a little more sharply, taking a step forward. You stepped back even more, encountering a wall with your back. You watched him, fear beginning to paint on your face. 

“I'm not lying!” You shouted in helplessness. “All I know is that you talked to some Han and nothing else! And you said something about some snitches...” 

“So you heard something after all! And you tried to deny it!” He said loudly, clearly irritated. “I don't like lying, Y/N. And I won't tolerate it.” 

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to.” Tears appeared in your eyes. Minho looked at you and moved away sighing slightly. 

“I'm a little disappointed in you... But you know very well that I won't hurt you, don't cry.”  He whispered and wiped the tear drops from your cheek with his thumb. “I love you...” 

You looked at him in shock, not expecting such a confession. Time seemed to have suddenly slowed down. Was the man standing in front of you suddenly confessing his love to you, and moments before he was deadly angry with you? How sick a movie did you find yourself in?

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 10

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1536

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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“...Rheena, yes she came here recently, but then she left. She said she was leaving. If only I had known she was going to die that night, I wouldn't have let her leave.” Said Minho, looking very concerned about the whole situation.  

“Did Rheena have any enemies? Someone in particular wanted revenge on her, maybe?” The senior sergeant inquired. 

“No, at least I don't know anything about them.” Minho answered the police officers' questions calmly and honestly. Or at least it may have seemed that way. You watched his body language. You looked for something that would confirm your earlier guesses. However, you were unable to pick up anything of the sort.

“What were you doing the night of the murder?” Asked the senior sergeant. His colleague began to take notes. 

“I was at the apartment of my girlfriend, Y/N. We spent the evening together and went to bed.”

“Can your girlfriend confirm this?”

“Yes.” You replied. “We spent the night together.”

“Is that all, officer?” Minho asked, watching as the junior officer wrote something down on a piece of paper. 

“Yes, that's all.” Sergeant Bhang replied. “I have no more questions.”

The policemen left the apartment of Minho, who bid them farewell with a smile. He closed the door behind them and returned to the living room, where you were sitting. He sat right next to you on the couch, not speaking. You broke the silence between you.

“I heard on the news today about this murder...” You began. “How can you be so calm? After all, your ex-girlfriend is dead.”

“I know.” He replied, placing his hand on your knee. He began to run gentle circles over it. “But I can't do anything about it anymore. Rheena is dead and it is what it is.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. 

“What do you mean, it is what it is! Minho, you said yourself that you would get rid of her, and now she's dead. Do you have anything to do with this?”

“Are you suggesting that I could kill her?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief. “That I could have treated her so brutally? To rape and strangle her and then throw her in the lake? And just because I said she wouldn't bother you again? Don't make me laugh Y/N, I'm not a monster.”

“No... just... you just seemed too calm to me...” You muttered. “Sorry, that's not what I meant.”

You fell silent. You sighed quietly and plunged into your thoughts. There was something in Minho's words that made you doubt his sincerity even more. After all, no one said anything about Rheena's body being thrown into the lake. The police officers didn't mention anything, and the TV only talked about conjecture. 

“Never mind...” A man interrupted your thoughts. “I have the evening off, would you like to go out somewhere perhaps?”

“What, no, I don't feel like it... besides, I should go back to my apartment. I don't want to bother you. And I have class tomorrow, I have to go to it eventually.”

“You don't have to and you won't go.” He said suddenly, looking at you, and the grip on your knee became a little firmer. “I told the university that you're sick and you're off until the end of the week. And I won't let you go to the apartment alone, since there is a murderer prowling the city. You stay here.”

“What? But you can't forbid me to leave your apartment... I don't want to stay here. I'm leaving.”

As you said, so you tried to do. You brushed his hand off your knee and got up from the couch. With a quick step, you moved toward the exit door. Minho moved behind you. You reached for the handle and pressed on it, but the door did not open.

“Y/N come on.” Said Minho standing right behind you. “It's not safe outside. There's been a lot going on lately. Come let's watch something and relax a bit.”

“I want to go home!” You replied, turning toward him. 

“But I don't want that. In our agreement you are supposed to do what I want. Have you forgotten?” His tone changed a bit. He became more firm and sharp.

“And what, are you going to keep me here against my will?”  You felt anger rising inside you. “What about saying you're not forcing me to do anything, huh?”

“Kitten." He approached you with a slow step. You leaned against the door with your back and looked at him with big eyes. Minho hovered over you, resting his hands on either side of your head. “I don't want you to get hurt, is that clear? It's dangerous outside. I don't want to hear tomorrow morning that they found your beautiful body somewhere in the bushes, okay? I'm just worried... In the morning I'll drive you back to your apartment if you want it so badly, but tonight stay this night with me still. You'll be safe here.” Saying this he stroked your cheek gently with his hand. “You are scared and overwhelmed with information. You need to rest.”

You sighed quietly, but agreed with him. In fact, you were overwhelmed with information. There were many things you still did not understand. However, you knew that Minho was not as nice and good a man as he posed to be. Nevertheless, you agreed to his proposal. 

The man led you back to the living room and seated you on the couch. He handed you a blanket and disappeared into the kitchen himself. You looked behind him. You watched him prepare the snacks. He came back to you after a while, placing a plate of snacks on the coffee table, right in front of you. He smiled slightly at you and sat down next to you. 

“ So, what do you want to watch?” He asked, to which you shrugged your shoulders. 

“I don't know, you pick something.” You replied while reaching for a piece of chocolate.

Minho wordlessly turned on the movie. You began to watch. Silence reigned between you. Your thoughts were absent. You wondered who Minho really was? Was he really just a lecturer? You suddenly remembered that Rheena had called him Lee Know. You decided to ask him about it.

“Minho?”

“Yes kitten?” He looked at you, tearing his gaze away from the TV. 

“Rheena named you Lee Know. Why?”

“Hm? I don't know... Maybe she got something wrong? Don't bother with it. It really doesn't matter now.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders. 

“And what does it matter?” Asked the question in a tired voice.

“Only that you are safe... and mine.” He replied, smiling gently at you. 

You rested your head against his shoulder. He stroked your body gently, and after a while covered you with a blanket. He had to watch himself now so that you didn't start suspecting anything. All that mattered to him was your welfare, and anyone who wanted to threaten you had to be eliminated. 

Such was the case with Rheena. His ex was jealous of every woman who appeared in his life. Minho was fed up with this. The decision to get rid of the problem posed by the blonde was not an easy one. After all, they once lived together, and Rheena was ultimately going to become his wife. But things had changed, and Minho had been avoiding her like hell ever since. 

However, by coming to his apartment and lying to YOU, HIS Y/N, she crossed the line. He had to do something, to punish the blonde so that she would not bother you again. That's why he asked his old friend for help. He got rid of the problem once and for all, and only he knew the truth and what really happened. Now, he just had to make sure that you didn't find out the truth. Minho knew that he would do anything to make you stay with him forever, and the truth would only sink him.That was the only thing he was sure of. 

You fell asleep leaning your head against his shoulder. The man smiled slightly. She's so cute asleep...cute and mine, he thought. He slid gently out from under your body and stood up, then lifted you from the couch and carried you to the bed. He laid you down on the soft mattress and then covered you. He left you a short message on a note, which he placed on the bedside table next to the bed. He then left the apartment and closed the door behind him on all the locks. He should have time before you got up, but the fear that you might run away from him was too strong. He sighed quietly as he walked outside. He took a quiet breath, and the night air spread through his nostrils. 

“Time to take care of the next problem.” He muttered to himself and got into his car, driving off toward the forest. He knew that he was the only one who could protect you, and that involved committing criminal acts. However, he was ready to do the right thing to keep his girlfriend safe.

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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 9

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1705

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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You ate dinner in silence. You sank into your thoughts. You thought about Lisa, about the pictures, about Jeno, about the university, generally about everything. You didn't even listen to what Minho was talking to you about. 

“Hello. Earth to Y/N... Can you hear me?” The man asked. 

“Hm? Ah, yes, yes... Forgive me Minho. I was just thinking.” You replied and smiled apologetically at him. 

“Mhm... I noticed.” He muttered, not entirely satisfied with your answer. “I asked if you liked it?”

“Yes.” You replied with a smile. “It's mega delicious, you cook very well.”

“Thank you kitten. Would you like to watch a movie?” He asked, picking up the dirty dishes. 

“And what kind?” You became interested. 

“Go to the living room and choose something.” He instructed you and went to wash up. 

You immediately went to the room, where you sat down on the black leather couch and took the TV remote control in your hand. You started looking for interesting movies, casually checking what movies Minho had watched recently to get a sense of what he liked. 

It turned out that Minho watches everything. Starting with action movies, or horror movies, and ending with romances, or fairy tales. You sighed quietly and turned on the first better romance. You didn't really feel like watching anything that much. You would honestly rather go to bed. 

Minho came to you after a short while. He sat down next to you on the couch and embraced you lightly. His hand rested on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek and pulled you tighter to him. You leaned against him. 

“ So, have you decided what we're watching, kitten?” Minho asked. 

“‘”Oh, I don't know... Some kind of romance, I didn't check the title.“’” You replied. “I think I'm tired, Minho... and I don't want to watch the movie too much. I would like to lay down...”

“Ah, too bad.” He said very unhappy. “I thought we would have a pleasant night after the movie.” Saying this, he began to glide his hand over your shoulder. “In the end, we didn't finish our fun in the car,” he said.

“Because you thought I was being naughty Min... Besides, I don't feel like it.” 

“Maybe you don't, but I do.” He replied a little more sharply than he intended. You looked at him slightly puzzled. 

“And what are you going to do, force me?” 

“No...” He sighed quietly. “You know very well that I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want...” He didn't sound very convincing. His behavior was strange to say the least. “Go and lie down Y/N, I'll come over later.”

“Sure, good night Minho...” You said and kissed him on the cheek, then disappeared into the bedroom, where you changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed. 

Sleep, however, did not come easily. You began to sink into thought again. You didn't like the man's behavior. More and more, you began to wonder about him and what the two of you had in common. But did it really connect? Or were you just a toy for him to use whenever he felt like it? He was ceasing to like the arrangement you had entered into. You sighed quietly. If it continues like this, then, I'll end it, you decided in your mind, then fell asleep. 

The next day you woke up quite sleepy. You glanced at your watch again. It was nine o'clock. The lecture you should have attended had already been going on for an hour and a half. The plus side was that the lecturer in charge was Minho, so he would rather forgive your absence. 

You got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Minho left you breakfast on the table. You smiled slightly. The man really cooked well. You sat down at the table and started eating. The apartment was quiet, far too quiet. You decided to turn on the TV, you just happened to come across a news channel. 

This morning, a woman's body was found near the ponds. The woman was probably raped, and then the perpetrator must have carried out the murder, by strangulation, probably done with a rope or thin line. Investigators are looking into the circumstances of the incident.  

You gasped. The moment the camera caught the woman's corpse, before the TV had time to blur it out, you noticed a piece of clothing belonging to the dead. Red material was wrapping the woman's body. It was probably a dress. The news did not give the name of the deceased, but you had a feeling you knew her. 

Terrified, you put your uneaten breakfast aside. You began to fear that the perpetrator might have been Minho. After all, he himself had said he would take care of Rheena. What if it was her? You didn't really know the woman. Aside from one unpleasant interaction, you had nothing in common, but the thought that Rheena could have ended up like this made you shudder. 

But what if it was just a figment of your imagination? What if it wasn't Rheena, but some random woman? You began to think about this intensely. Should you ask Minho about it? But do you have reason to believe that Minho did it? After all, he cared about you and wouldn't hurt anyone, right? No, it's probably just a coincidence, and you're imagining too much. 

You sighed quietly and went to the bathroom to wash your face. You rinsed yourself with cold water, hoping to soothe your thoughts at least a little, but it didn't help. You decided to take a cold shower. You stripped off your short nightgown and entered the cabin. You stood under the shower and turned on the water. You didn't know how long you had been there. How much time had passed? 

Suddenly, immersed in your thoughts, you felt someone's arms wrap around your waist. You let out a scream, pulling yourself out of your musings. You felt strong hands glide over your body.

“Shh...” You heard a familiar voice over your ear. “It's okay, kitten, there's no need to shout.” Minho said in a quiet, soothing tone. You calmed down slightly. When did he manage to return? You didn't even hear him come in. 

Minho's hands glided over your body. He gently brushed every scrap, staggering circles with his thumbs on your bare skin. He moved one hand to your breast and gently began kneading it. The other hand, meanwhile, moved across your body and landed between your legs. Minho hooked the most sensitive spot on your body. You felt his finger slide inside you and gently begin to move. Your body responded to his every touch. You let out a quiet moan of pleasure and leaned your head against his shoulder. This gave the man easier access to your neck, on which he began to place wet kisses. 

You began to melt under his touch. You closed your eyes slightly, forgetting everything you were thinking about before. You let yourself be carried away by the pleasure that was building more and more strongly in your body. The sounds you made from yourself were getting louder and louder. Minho brought you to the edge. His thumb found its way to your button, and his finger began to move decidedly faster. You were already about to reach orgasm when he suddenly stopped. He took his hand away and stepped back slightly. You looked at him with a questioning, slightly hazy gaze.

“Lean your hands against the wall, kitten,” he said. The man said firmly. “And gently push yourself out toward me.”

You obeyed him. With your hands, you leaned against the wet tiles and pushed out slightly, exposing your buttocks. Minho smiled slightly. You felt a gentle slap on your bottom. The one. The second. The third. 

You received a total of ten spankings, five on each buttock. Your bottom turned mildly red. However, you didn't mind. The excitement that gripped you did not allow you to make any protests. Minho massaged both of your buttocks gently. He moved closer to your body, rubbing his manhood against your feminine parts. After a while, before you had time to say anything, you felt his presence inside you. 

He began to move inside your female parts, setting a pace that was not too fast. Your breathing sped up. You began to make loud moans from yourself. With each moan, the man's movements accelerated. His hands held your hips. He drove his fingers hard into your naked body. He brought you to the edge. You let out a loud, prolonged moan, reaching orgasm. 

You rested your forehead against the cold tiles. You normalized your breathing. The unexpected sex gave you an incredible sensation. You continued to feel Minho's presence inside you, who now embraced you tighter from behind. 

“The whole lecture today I was thinking about you, you know?” He whispered in your ear while gently biting the petal of it. “You weren't in my lecture, and I still couldn't concentrate. What are you doing to me Y/N? You're driving me crazy.”

The man finally slid out of you and moved slightly away from you, but still embraced you. You turned to face him and hugged him, hiding your face in the hollow of his neck. The water from the shower ran down your naked bodies, and you persisted in the embrace. 

Finally, you decided to leave the bathroom. Minho helped you out of the cabin and handed you a bathrobe. He threw a second one over himself. You smiled slightly at him, and he just wanted to watch that smile forever more. 

“What do you want to do now?” The man asked, but before you had time to answer, you heard the doorbell ring. “Wait, let me see what this is about...”

Minho walked to the door and opened it. Behind the door stood two other men in police uniforms. Minho raised one eyebrow slightly.

“Yes? Can I help you gentlemen?” He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly. 

“Senior Sergeant Christopher Bang and Junior Sergeant Lee YongBok.” Said one of them. “Lee Minho? We have some questions, can we come in?” 

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 8

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1441

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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The next day came. You woke up quite early. You glanced at your watch. You had four hours until classes started. You didn't feel like going to the university really. You were afraid of confrontation with Lisa. You didn't know if the girl hadn't already published the photos. You sighed heavily. Although Minho had distracted you from the previous evening quite effectively, the fear of what might happen gripped you again.

“Y/N? Why are you awake already?” You heard Minho's voice suddenly. Because of the stress that gripped you, you forgot his presence for a moment. You looked in his direction. The man was standing leaning against the doorframe and watching you. 

“I don't know... I'm stressed." You replied. “What if Lisa has already told someone about us?”

“She hasn't.” Minho replied calmly. “And she won't tell, ever again...”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him suspiciously. 

“I said I would take care of it, and I did.” He replied unfazed. He was really calm. Too calm... Something about his calmness was downright unnatural.

“Did you do something to her?” You asked, fearing the worst. 

“Me? No... easy.” He smiled slightly at you, but there was something in his gaze that you couldn't make out. “After all, I spent the whole night here at your place.” He winked. “Do you have to go to the university today? I have the day off and I thought you might want to go shopping with me.” He quickly changed the topic.

“Shopping?” You asked. “I'd love to, but I have classes and...” 

“And if you take the day off, nothing will happen, kitten. Get dressed.” He ordered. So you had no choice. 

“Well... Okay, if that's the case.” You said and followed the man's order. Minho watched you the whole time as you put on a set of underwear and wanted to put on pants. 

“Put on a dress.” He said. “Wait. I'll choose for you.” He walked over to your closet and pulled out a red dress with a slightly flared bottom. 

“Minho, I am not sure about the weather today...” You started, you didn't like dresses, unless for a party, but that's different. 

“I told you to wear a dress.” Said the man firmly. “Be a good kitten.”

“Y-yes.” You stammered slightly, but preferred not to discuss it with him anymore. Something strange was going on with him, but you couldn't tell what. 

“Okay, ready?” Minho asked, to which you nodded. “Then let's go to the shopping mall.”

“Minho, are you sure it's a good idea for us to show up together in such public places? After all, someone might see us and...” You started once you got into his car. Minho glanced at you. 

“Yes, that's definitely a good idea, kitten. Don't worry, no one will see us, and even if they do, they won't do anything.”

“You're too calm...”

“I'm calm because I know what I'm saying, kitten. Don't get stressed about anything, okay?” He asked and placed his hand on your thigh. He squeezed it gently, at which you let out a quiet sigh. “Do you have any more buts?” His tone, however, was not friendly. 

“No, not anymore...” You replied quietly and plunged into your thoughts. Minho, on the other hand, ran his hand along your thigh while smiling slightly. His thumb ran circles over your bare skin. 

When the car stopped at a red light, at one of the main crossroads in the city center, his hand slid a little farther under your dress, causing a gentle shiver on your body. Goosebumps appeared on your skin. Minho glided along your bare skin more and more boldly, hooking his fingers into the material of your underwear. From the corner of his eye, he watched how your body reacted to his touch. He loved to fill his gaze with this sight. 

Your lips gently parted and your breathing slightly accelerated. With each movement of his hand, your body relaxed more and more. He hooked the material of your underwear again and began to run his hands over it, making gentle circles. As if on cue, your legs gently spread and your panties began to get wet. Minho moved their material slightly to the side and slid one finger inside you. You let out a quiet moan as he began to move his finger back and forth. Suddenly he pulled his finger out and took his hand away, and you looked at him slightly annoyed. Minho licked his lips slightly, then wiped his hand in his handkerchief and started the car. For the rest of the way he didn't touch you at all anymore, making you more and more frustrated. 

“Why?” You finally asked, unable to stand it anymore. 

“Why what, kitten?” He responded with a question for a question, amused by your reaction. 

“Why did you take your hand away?”

“Why, did you want more?”

“Yes!”

“Well, good kittens get rewards... But you haven't been good lately, kitten.”

“But...” You started.

“There is no but.” He interrupted firmly before you could say anything.

 He parked the car in a spot in front of the mall entrance. Without a word, he got out of the vehicle and opened the door for you, shaking your hand. Despite your displeasure, you accepted it and, holding hands, you moved together toward the stores.

 Minho led you to the most expensive stores there were. You knew Minho had money, but you didn't expect that your lecturer could be so rich. In practically every store he bought you at least one or two things. You walked along loaded with bags. You glanced at Minho. 

“Minho? How can you afford all this?” You asked curiously.

“I've told you Y/N before. I have a few investments here and there...”

“Well, yes, but we've already spent as much as I pay for the apartment and bills myself in a month. I don't want you to waste money on me.”

“I'm not wasting money on you, I'm just spoiling you, because you're mine, which is, well, different, kitten.” He explained. “Besides, I like to spend money. Now I have someone to spend it on.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“If I start going to college in these clothes, people will start asking how I can afford all this...”

“Then you'll tell them that your parents are sending you more money or that you've found a rich boyfriend. You'll come up with something, you're capable.” He winked. 

“And you really don't mind? I can't even afford to pay you back for those clothes...” 

“You don't have to give me the money, but if you have to, we can consider that you're already paying... with your body, and I'm perfectly fine with that. Now come on, there's underwear left to buy, and we're going back to my place.”

“To your place? What about Rheena?”

“Rheena won't bother us anymore, kitten. She had to leave suddenly... On business. And she is unlikely to return soon, I rather dare to say never.”

“I'm beginning to fear you Minho... You're very mysterious.”

“You like it, kitten.” He said and squeezed your buttock lightly. “We both know you like it. Now come on. I need to buy you a couple more sets of lingerie.”

As he said, so you did. You entered the lingerie store, where Minho picked out a few sets for you. He told you to try everything on. Each time you showed him another set, Minho took a picture. He explained that he wanted to have one for later, so that he would know what to possibly buy you as a gift someday.

After shopping, Minho took you to his apartment. He ordered you to unpack and put all your clothes in the closet, where he already had a place prepared for you beforehand. Without a word you did what he told you to do. After all, you're meeting anyway, so if you have a few things at his place, you'll be more comfortable if you were staying the night. Putting things in the closet, you noticed an oblong box on one of the shelves. Taking advantage of the fact that Minho was in the kitchen preparing a meal, you opened it curiously. A gold necklace with a rose appeared to your eyes. You took a closer look at it. It looked familiar, however, you could not remember where you had seen it before. It was probably in some advertisement, you thought to yourself, and put the box back in place. By this time Minho had tackled the food and called you over for dinner. You went to the kitchen.

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[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 7

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1330

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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Panic set in. Lisa knew about your affair with Minho. It's over. You thought heartbroken. If Lisa tells anyone about this, it will be over you.... And over Minho, too. She'll destroy his career, and you'll be kicked out of college. 

You didn't know what to do. Should you call him? Even if you did, would he answer? Should you text Lisa back? If you do, the girl will start blackmailing you. If you don't, Lisa may go one step further. You felt you were about to explode. You had to tell someone. You sighed heavily and dialed Jeno's number. He always knew what to do. 

“Hello?” You heard his voice. “Y/N? Why are you calling at this hour?”

“Hi Jeno...” You said uncertainly. “I have a huge problem... Can you come over to my place?”

“But what's wrong?” The boy said worriedly. “Y/N did someone hurt you?”

“What... no... no. Just... this is not a conversation on the phone...”

“Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes.” He replied, then hung up. 

For you, it was the longest twenty minutes you've ever had to wait. Jeno, like Minho, did not live far from where you lived. You were just separated by a twenty-minute walk that dragged on mercilessly. Finally, you heard the doorbell ring. You jumped off the couch and let your friend inside. 

“Woah, what's wrong?” Asked the boy puzzled by your behavior.

“I'm having an affair with Minho and Lisa saw us and took pictures of us and now I have a problem with Lisa and I don't know what to do and...” You started throwing out words with the speed of a gun.

“Wait, what? Slower... The affair with Minho? Lee Minho, the lecturer?” He asked, shocked, to which you only nodded your head. Jeno sighed heavily. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

“Well, I don't know exactly, okay? Everything was ok until now...” 

“Okay, tell me everything, relax, we'll work something out.”

You told Jeno how you met Minho. You told him about the club, about your first classes, about the intoxicating night at his apartment and the unexpected visitor in the morning. You told about Lisa and the photos, then hid your face in your hands, fearing your friend's reaction. 

“Have you told Minho about this yet?” Asked Jeno calmly. “Or did you decide that you wouldn't bother him?"

“I haven't told him yet... He went back to the apartment to get rid of Rheena... You're the only person I've told.”

“I feel honored.” Jeno rolled his eyes. “I think you should tell Minho about this blackmail. I don't like the fact that you're sleeping with a lecturer, but you can't hide it from him, especially since Lisa has evidence.”

“Well, yes, I know... but...”

“There is no but Y/N, call him now and ask him to come. I'll wait with you. Come on...”

You sighed quietly and called Minho. One beep, a second, a third.... You glanced at Jeno, who had been watching you the whole time. You were already about to hang up when you heard HIS voice.

“Hello? Did you miss me that much, kitten?” Asked Minho, in his usual velvety voice.

“C-could you come?” You ignored his question. 

“What's wrong?” The man immediately sensed that something was wrong. You sighed heavily, which worried him even more. “Kitten, what's the matter? What's going on?”

“ This is not a conversation on the phone, Minho.”  You said.

“I'll be there in a minute.” The lecturer replied and hung up. You put the phone back on the table and glanced at your friend. 

“Well...?” 

“He said he'll be here in a minute.”

“That's great, in that case we're waiting.”

“We're waiting...”

The wait for Minho's arrival grew even longer than the wait for Jeno. You could feel the stress overwhelming you. Every now and then you glanced nervously at your watch. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Time passed terribly slowly. Finally, you heard a knock. You got off the couch and rushed to open it. 

“Y/N? What happened?” Minho entered your apartment. He immediately noticed that you were not alone. “What's the matter?”

“Lisa saw us and took pictures of us getting into your car. We are gone Minho!” You said quickly, panicked. 

“Calm down... Lisa saw us?” He asked, puzzled. “Does anyone else know about us besides Lisa?”

“Jeno...” You looked at him uncertainly. 

“And Jeno knows because...” Started Minho looking at the boy, who was looking at the whole scene. The lecturer measured him with his eyes. 

“Because I told him... I didn't know what to do ok? I didn't want to bother you...”

“In this situation you should have told me first.” The man hissed. “And you should have just bothered me. How can I be sure that this friend of yours won't rat us out?”

“I won't rat you out.” Assured Jeno. “But not for your sake, but for Y/N's.”

“I don't trust him.” Minho muttered.

“You don't have to.” You replied. “But the bigger problem now is Lisa. She has our photos Minho... She will blackmail me and...”

“She won't, I'll take care of her...” You were interrupted by the man in a calm tone. 

“And how do you seem to plan to do that?” Asked Jeno. 

“It's already my business how. Show me the photos Y/N. “Without a word you handed your phone to the man. Minho looked through all the photos, then immediately sent them to himself on his phone. He handed the device back to you and looked at you. 

“I don't like the fact that you didn't call me first in this case.” He said bluntly. “You should have just done it Y/N.”

“I know, I'm sorry...” You replied quietly while sticking your gaze into your shoes. 

“Just apologizing is not enough. What guarantee can I have that you won't tell anyone else? That this friend of yours won't talk, huh?” 

“I won't speak out.” Jeno interrupted. “If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have called you at all. Think about why...maybe she's afraid of you?”

“First of all, I don't talk to you, and second of all, Y/N has no reason to be afraid of me, and she knows that very well.”

“And yet she didn't call.”

“And yet further you were not asked by anyone.”

“You dragged her into the deal without her wanting to, and now you have the consequences.”

“If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have gotten into it. I'm not forcing her into anything.”

“Mhm, the sex in the office was certainly not forced. Might as well leak the photos, Y/N will then testify that you forced her to do it and go to jail.”

“I won't go to jail, because I didn't force her to do anything. She wanted it herself.”

“Okay, that's enough!” You interrupted their exchange of words. “Your argument won't help anything. Minho is not forcing me to do anything, Jeno. I wanted it myself, he's right. I appreciate that you are worried, but you really have nothing to worry about...”

“Aha, since I have nothing to worry about, I'll go in that case... You don't need me.” Jeno pulled his jacket off the hanger and put on his shoes. “Next time, call your lover right away, not me.”

“Jeno but...”

“Goodbye Y/N.” He left slamming the door. You sighed quietly. 

“He'll get over it.” Minho stated. “Why didn't you call me?”

“I don't know!” You sighed. “I guess I was afraid you'd be mad at me for bothering you. You said yourself that you were going to see a friend and...”

“I wouldn't be angry with you, kitten... and I'm not angry now.” He walked up to you and embraced you. “You have to keep me informed about such things, okay?” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Come, let's take a shower. You'll relax, and then we'll think about what to do next...”

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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 6

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 951

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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He helped you get dressed. You spent about two hours in his office. Who would have thought that a lecturer could have so many erotic toys inside his desk? But Minho was no ordinary lecturer, and you knew it. 

You looked at the man, who began to get dressed. Although he was not one of the tallest people you knew, he looked really good. His body was very well built. You liked his physique. His muscles were perfectly defined, could it be that he went to the gym? You unconsciously bit your lip slightly. 

“What are you thinking about, sunshine?” Minho asked. “Do you like what you're looking at?”

“Yes.” You admitted. “ I like you...”

“I'm glad.” He smiled and zipped up his pants, then glanced at his watch. “Well... it was a successful day. I missed one class for you.”

“Oh no, probably the female students were disappointed.” You laughed.

“I'm sure... a lot of them would like to be in your shoes, kitten.” The man replied and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Come on sunshine, I'll drive you home.”

“Are you sure? What if someone sees us and...”

“At this hour no one will see us sunshine... Besides, I won't let you go back alone at such a late hour.”

"Hush, don't exaggerate, it's not that late." You rolled your eyes. 

"I have already decided." He shrugged. "Let's go."

You left his office in a very good mood and walked to the parking lot together. It was already evening outside, it was getting dark. It must have rained earlier, because the ground was full of puddles. Even though it had become a little cooler, you smiled to yourself, you were happy. You had spent a pleasant afternoon, and the events of the morning, in Minho's apartment, had long since left your mind. 

You got into his car. The car was not big. It was perfect for two people. The interior was covered with leather in a light cream color. The outside of the car was black. And the tinted windows added to its mysteriousness. 

Minho started the car and drove to the address you had given him earlier. He placed his right hand on your thigh, rolling his thumb gently. You bit your lip and looked at the driver. He looked sexy. He held the wheel with one hand. His fingers tightened on the wheel. The veins on his hand and forearm became more visible. You let out a soft sigh and filled your eyes with the view you had. Minho smiled slightly amused, noticing your reaction out of the corner of his eye. 

"Do you like the view that much, kitten?" He asked. "Or are you thinking about what we did in my office?" He patted you lightly on the thigh, to which you mumbled softly. "You like spanking, huh?"

"Honestly, I didn't even know I liked it. I haven't even had anyone to experiment with yet." You shrugged, admitting your inexperience. Admittedly, you had had sex more than once, but not like with Minho. And you were starting to like it more and more. 

“That's interesting. Haven't you ever wanted to try something other than casual sex in a club?”

“I don't know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess I'm just not lucky in love.”

“Nonsense. You're just looking in the wrong place, kitten.”

“It's just that not everyone can be as good as you.” You chuckled, at which Minho smiled slightly. 

“I'm glad to hear that.” He said. “Well, here we are.” The man parked outside your apartment. 

“Thank you for giving me a ride.” You replied and kissed him gently on the cheek. 

“It's nothing... Although I'd rather I didn't have to drive you here and just go straight to my place.” He winked. 

“But there's Rheena at your place... I wouldn't want to run into her again. She was quite unpleasant.”

“Don't worry about her, I'll take care of it and she won't bother you or me ever again.” He winked at you lightly. “I should go now...”

“Wait, maybe you would like to come in? I've already been to your place and maybe...” You started.

“I'd love to come in, but not today, kitten. I have to chase a pest out of my apartment and I still have a meeting with a friend scheduled.”

“Oh, well...” You replied, disappointed by his refusal. “Then... next time?”

“Mhm, next time for sure.” He smiled at you. “Sweet dreams, kitten.” He kissed you on the cheek before getting out of his car. As soon as you disappeared behind the door of your apartment and Minho made sure you were safe, he drove away. 

You sighed quietly as you locked the front door. You thought the man would come in, that you would talk, maybe spend another intoxicating night.... 

You went deeper into the apartment and sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh. It had been a strange but successful day. You smiled to yourself thinking about Minho. Suddenly, you received a text message. You immediately rushed to the phone, thinking it was a message from HIM. What was your huge surprise when you noticed that the sender of the text message was none other than Lisa. You unlocked the phone and read it. 

“I saw you slut with our lecturer. You're screwed.” 

An attachment was sent. 

You immediately opened it to see pictures of you with Minho as you got into his car. You shivered. You didn't realize Lisa was out there somewhere. You thought you and Mimho were discreet enough that no one would notice you. You felt like crying. You didn't know what you should do. 

“Fuck...”

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Title: Happy Face |part 2|

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2046

Authors note: After reading Happy Face I was thinking about writing the continuation for a really a long time so I hope that you will enjoy reading it and I didn't disappoint you 🥰.

It's short and there's not much interaction between Y/N and SKZ here. But I felt like writing an ending to this story to just close it. I focused mostly on the feelings that Y/N felt.

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“Hyung… We have fucked things up. We all did.” It was I.N. who dared to speak, breaking the heavy silence. And those words will stay with them for a really long time. 

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You didn’t go to sleep that night, no. After you ended the live, leaving your fans horrified, you decided to dance once again. The mixed emotions culminated inside you. You still were angry with the boys, but also, you just stopped to care. You felt empty, with no good or bad feelings towards anyone. 

You put much more effort into your dance routine. You had to be perfect. Not for the guys, who were pushing you off limits, but to yourself. Your mind wasn’t in a good place now. To be honest, your whole body also wasn’t good. Your muscles hurt and you were simply exhausted. The pain that you felt in your back before, just came back. You haven’t told anyone about it. No one would listen anyway. 

You were too occupied by the music and your routine, but with each move your body was in worse and worse condition. Suddenly, your body had enough. You fell on the floor and lost your consciousness. 

You woke up in a hospital bed and looked around. You were alone. Your head hurt as much as your back. You sighed heavily. All this training and strict diet and everything, just to land in the hospital. You couldn’t even remember how you ended up like this. What happened? 

Suddenly, the door of your room opened, and the tall doctor entered. You looked at him. He had a look of concern on his face, looking down at your results. You felt that he wasn’t going to tell you the good news. 

“Miss Y/N.” He started, looking above his glasses. “How do you feel?” 

“I don’t know. My back and my head hurt. What happened? Why am I here?” You asked,  being confused. 

“Well, you collapsed and hit your head on the floor.” The doctor said, “You were found by one of your group’s members. 

“Ah, alright.” You shrugged. “When can I go home?” 

“We need to run some more tests… And your body’s condition is more than worse. I’m afraid that you won’t be able to go back to your previous activities for a while.” 

“What? But I have a comeback ahead!” You exclaimed. 

“I am aware of that, miss. I was speaking with your manager. Unfortunately, looking at your results, it will be better for you to just step down for a while. You cannot dance. You tore a muscle in your back.” The doctor said calmly. 

You sighed heavily, listening to everything the doctor was telling you. How come you let this happen? You should have cared more about yourself and your body. You felt like a failure. Your eyes started to water as you listened to the doctor, telling you that if you don’t step down for a while, you won’t be able to dance anymore. 

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In the meantime the eight men were standing in front of your room. They were worried and felt guilty for your state. They knew that it was their fault. After all, the only thing they should do, was to actually listen to what you were saying. They wanted to apologise to you, but they knew that it wouldn't be enough. 

“Alright guys. I’ll go and talk to her.” Chan was the first to break the silence. 

“No offence, hyung, but I don’t think that that’s a good idea.” Said Changbin, looking at the leader. 

“Why no?” 

“She’ll blame you. After all, you are the leader and you didn’t listen to her complain.” Changbin continued. 

“But you also didn’t listen to her and you shouted at her that morning.” Seungmin interrupted. “Remember? She stomped on your paper sheets and then…” 

“Yeah, I remember, thanks Seungmin.” Said Changbin with a heavy sigh. 

“Maybe I’ll go? I need to apologise.” Minho suddenly spoke. “I was too harsh.” 

“No Minho, we all were.” Said Felix. “But I don’t know if she’ll want to see us guys. Haven’t you seen her live? She actually has the full right to be more than upset with us.” 

“Oh come on.” Jisung interrupted and rolled his eyes. “We all fucked up, yes, but now we should all go to her room and just talk with her and apologise…” 

The boys were discussing what to do and who should go to you first. They were so occupied with the conversation that they hadn't noticed that the doctor already had left your room. They also haven’t noticed that the youngest member, Jeongin, just entered your room. 

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“Hey Y/N.” You heard the calm voice of the maknae. “How do you feel?” 

“Jeongin? What are you doing here?” You asked, blinking. “I feel okay, I guess.” 

The maknae sat down at the chair, next to your bed. He smiled slightly at you. He was concerned but also felt relieved that you woke up. He was afraid that you wouldn't. You looked at him and smiled back. Actually, Jeongin was the only one who ever listened to you and your complaints. Only he cared about you truly. That’s why you grew a kind of a bond with him. 

“What happened Y/N?” He asked, breaking the silence. “We all saw your live… Why didn’t you tell me anything, how you felt? You know that you can trust me, right?” He started asking you questions and you sighed. 

“Yes, I know… I just… I tried Jeonginnie. I really tried. But they… they didn’t want to listen. Too focused on the comeback. They apparently forgot that I am not a robot, but an actual human being! Besides, You were busy too.” You answered, not looking at him. 

“But I would listen!” Jeongin exclaimed. “Y/N, we all are concerned.” 

“No, Jeonginnie. You are not.” You scoffed. “No one is concerned when I silently cry and beg for help. You are only concerned when something bad happens. But now, it is too late for that.” 

“What do you mean Y/N?” He asked, looking into your eyes. 

“I’m going on hiatus. I’ve just decided.” You smiled at him. 

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As you decided, you just did. The hiatus was a good idea for your both mental and physical health. You needed an actual break from all the activities and from the members of your group. 

After Jeongin’s visit to your hospital room no one dared to visit you. Jeongin told the rest what you told him. The guys left you alone. Deep inside you hoped that the rest of the members would visit you too. That they cared about you just enough to check on you. But apparently, they didn’t, because no one even contacted you. 

You scoffed. You knew that they didn’t care about you, but at least they could say a stupid ‘sorry’, right? You were deep in thought as you packed all your stuff. You had to leave the dorm and disappear. You knew that you needed that. 

Leaving the dorm, while the rest of the group was at the company, preparing for the comeback, you left them a short note. You couldn’t just leave without a word, so you wrote down just one word ‘Goodbye.’

You decided to disappear from the sight of everyone. You turned off your phone notifications and went to Jeju Island to take some rest. Nobody will look there for you. You’ll be surprised if anyone will even notice. After all, nobody cared, so you didn’t feel the need to tell even your managers. 

At Jeju you felt safe. You were alone surrounded by nature. You rented a small house as far from civilization as you could. The soft air of Jeju was soothing and helped your mental state. Unfortunately, your back still hurt, though you did everything the doctor said. You knew that you needed time, but you still missed the dance practice. 

Every day you spent on the same activities. You woke up early, ate breakfast, did some light exercises to help rebuild your muscles, went for a walk, ate late dinner and went to sleep. When the weather was nice you used to go fishing with an old fisherman that lived not that far from you. You liked this routine. 

During the time you spent at Jeju you haven’t even looked at your phone. You completely cut yourself off. No electronics, no hustle and bustle of Seoul, and no Stray Kids.You could finally admit, that with that, you felt happy. 

Months passed, and your hiatus continued. The Stray Kids members felt their guilt gnawing at them.  They didn’t have any contact with you. They were miserable and scared that you did something to yourself. They missed your presence and your unique contributions to the group. Nobody could tell where you were and what happened. You just disappeared from the sight. No one could contact you. The company didn’t know your location. They even involved the police, thinking that something bad happened or that maybe someone kidnapped you. Unfortunately the investigation didn’t bring anything. Everyone was concerned. Stray Kids, the company and even your fans. They couldn’t believe that you just disappeared. 

Meanwhile, you were slowly recovering. You spent your time reflecting on your experiences, healing your body, and rediscovering yourself. You began to explore your passions outside of music and found solace in painting and writing.You just enjoyed your time. One day you decided to look into your phone. It was quite a long time since you’ve last scrolled through social media. You decided to turn your phone on and went straight on Instagram. You blinked, seeing the amount of the messages in your DMs. All your fans were sending you DMs with concerned messages. After all, you forgot to tell them goodbye. You also had a bunch of messages from your group members. All of them were spamming your phone, both on a group chat and in private. They were all concerned. They asked you to just text them back, to give a sign that you are alive. They were also apologising through texts. You also got several voice messages, mostly from Han, Felix and Jeongin. You read everything and listened to every voicemail you received. Finally you decided to answer all the questions and reply to all messages. You smiled to yourself. It’s time, you thought to yourself. You put on some makeup and dressed modestly. You put so much effort into your looks. You wanted to look more than gorgeous. You cleared your throat, did some preparations for your voice. 

Hey guys. It’s me, Y/N. It’s been a while, right? I’ve just read all your messages. You started, as you turned on the live on Instagram. I know you missed me and I appreciate all the warm words that you sent. I’m sorry to all my fans for disappearing without a say. The truth is that I needed time. I needed to be alone and to put my thoughts into one order… 

You looked at the comments of your fans, saying how much they missed you or asking when you were going back and where you disappeared to. You just smiled softly at those questions. 

I just wanted to say that I am alright. Actually I am a way better than I was before. My mind is clear now and I think that I know what I want to do with my life. You looked straight into the camera. And to sum everything up… I had to disappear to finally be noticed. Isn’t that annoying? You tilted your head to the side slightly. Do you understand now, how it is when nobody is listening to you? When you treat others the same as they treated you. Like dust? You paused, and smiled brightly. But I'm back now… 

And with those words you ended your live. After your statement the Stray Kids members started to blow your phone up with all the messages. But you ignored them. You knew what you wanted. The new you just grow up enough to face the world. But now, after all the mental breakdowns you experienced, you felt powerful enough. You were finally going home. You were back. 

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part 6 🙇🏻‍♀

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|Silent Devotion ~ See Changbin|

Paring: Seo Changbin x reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 6715

Warnings: murder, shooting, blood, smut, 18+, unprotectedsex, fingering

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You were cleaning your boss Chagbin's office, as always at this hour. In this house, everything went like clockwork, every activity was planned, every step was watched, whether by cameras or security guards, who were stationed in almost every room.

This was how your life had been for a few years, you were always being watched. It all started when you were still a teenager and you ran away from your parents' house. You didn't want to live with them anymore, especially after you overheard them talking about moving to a completely different continent, away from your friends.

However, you didn't think about the fact that after running away you would have nowhere to go. Your friends turned away from you when they found out you ended up on the streets, none of the people you trusted helped you.

Your new boss turned out to be your salvation. While you were wandering around the street, trying to find something to eat and a warm place to stop, a black luxury car pulled up to you. You were surprised at first, but at the same time it interested you. A tall, well-built man came out, dressed in a very elegant black suit. At first you were scared and thought you were about to be kidnapped, but the guy stopped.

"Good day, Miss. My name is Peter and I was asked by my boss to offer you a job." His voice was calm, elegant and very friendly, completely at odds with his appearance.

You stood completely shocked by this situation, although you were still very distrustful.

"The job will be very simple. You are to clean the Lord's estate. In return, we offer accommodation, food and a very good salary." He continued when you still seemed unconvinced.

"How do I know this is not a scam and you won't kidnap me and sell me on the black market?" She finally spoke.

"You have to take my word for it, Miss. My boss doesn't hurt people he doesn't have to." He smiled slightly.

You laughed nervously, his words didn't convince you at all.

“Here is a business card with the address that the young lady should come to if the young lady decides to work. “ Not wanting to scare you even more, he put the business card on the wall in front of you, bowed and went back to the car. Then he drove off, you stood still for a few seconds before you went over to take a closer look at the business card.

It was a small, black and beautifully decorated piece of cardboard, with red and gold lettering. There was indeed an address written on it, and on the other side were the beautifully calligraphed initials SC. You were very intrigued by this small piece of paper. You thought for a long time what to do in this situation, but you decided to try, after all, it couldn't be worse than where you were now, and there you would have a roof over your head, free food and they would still pay you.

The next day you arrived at the indicated address and were speechless when you saw the building where you could possibly work. A gigantic white wall covered in ivy appeared before your eyes, in the middle of which there was an equally large and heavy golden gate. You stood next to her, not knowing what to do next, when you suddenly heard the sound of the intercom.

“Good day, Miss. I expected you to decide after all.” You heard Peter’s familiar voice. “Please come in.” After these words, the large gate began to open, revealing an equally stunning villa.

From a distance, it resembled a simple, minimalist structure with huge dark glass panes, through which cool, white light fell. The building seemed almost invisible among the dense, trimmed vegetation, as if blending into the surroundings, but it's refined form caught the eye.

You walked along the driveway lined with black tiles, leading to the main door — large, made of steel, which opened automatically. Inside, the space was even more impressive. High ceilings, cool gray concrete, and omnipresent glass gave the villa a raw, industrial character. The furniture was simple but luxurious - black leather sofas, dark wood tables, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and abstract paintings hung on the walls, as if their owner wanted to emphasize his refined taste and wealth.

It took you a moment to notice the number of people inside. Servants bustling around the large rooms and a lot of menacing-looking men in suits.

"Good day again, Miss, let me personally escort you out. " Peter greeted you.

You nodded, because the appearance of the place took your voice away. Together you went to the next room. The open space of the living room connected to a vast terrace, on which there was a minimalist pool with edges so sharp as if it had cut the water around it in half. Exotic plants grew around, carefully selected to create an atmosphere of luxurious isolation. Discreet music rustled in the background, and the air was filled with the cool scent of masculine perfume.

"Let me show you to your room. “ He replied as you walked through the beautiful garden behind the house.

In the background there was a beautiful building made of gray brick, completely overgrown with vines. It wasn’t as modern as the main building, but it was just as beautiful, almost magical. You went inside together, here you also noticed many women of different ages. Each was dressed the same - in a rather short black dress, with a white apron tied around the waist.

None of them paid any attention to you, they were busy with their own activities. Peter showed you the stairs and together you went to the attic, where there were two doors. The man opened the first one and your eyes saw a beautiful, spacious bathroom with a huge bathtub and its own vanity, equipped with plenty of cosmetics.

“This is where you will get ready. At work, you have to look impeccable. Delicate make-up and carefully combed hair.” Peter said, still standing in the doorway.

“Sure, delicate make-up, combed hair.” You repeated, giving a sign that you understood.

“Great, let's go to your room then.” He pointed to the other door.

When the door opened, the bright morning light blinded you. The first thing you noticed was the large bed, above which stretched a huge window, facing straight to the sky. Your eyes wandered from place to place, carefully analyzing every inch of the room. The luxury you had never had left you dazed. Finally, your gaze landed on the glass wardrobe, which held a lot of beautiful and great quality clothes.

“Is this all mine?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yes, Miss. You should dress appropriately for work, in a black dress. When you are not working, you have full freedom.” The man explained to you.

“Black dress, work, after work whatever you want. Sure understand.” You replied.

“Wonderful. Now that you know everything, we can go downstairs.” He suggested and you go back to the main house.

You still couldn't stop marveling at the amount of awesomeness this house held. When you finally managed to explore the entire house, Peter began to head towards one of the older maids who was dusting in the living room.

"This is our head maid Esmeralda. She'll help you with everything and explain what to do. If you have any questions, ask her." Peter said and walked away.

The older woman stopped what she was doing, turned to you and gave you a genuine smile.

“What's your name, child?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“My name is Y/n, nice to meet you.” You replied, bowing your head slightly, wanting to show respect.

“You have a lot of work ahead of you, but I think you'll manage. Get changed and we can start.” Her words scared you a little, but you were full of enthusiasm for your new job and new opportunities.

You had been working in your new house for a week now, people started to pay attention to you, you even had the impression that you had struck up a good rapport with some of them. The work was hard and tiring, you spent your days cleaning, preparing tableware and meals, washing, ironing, generally working hard.

One day, walking up the marble stairs, you noticed a slightly ajar door to one of the rooms. You knew that you shouldn't change your daily schedule, but curiosity won. The room was decorated with splendor: massive dark furniture, tall shelves full of books, and impressive paintings on the walls.

Suddenly you heard the sound of the door opening and before you could do anything, the bathroom door opened and a boy who looked to be around your age stood in the doorway. He was standing in just a towel, wet hair falling over his forehead and drops of water running down his muscular torso.

You froze, opening your eyes wide, your legs pressed against the ground and you couldn't move. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and you just looked down.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was here. I'm going now." You choked out, step by step backing towards the door.

The man raised an eyebrow at your embarrassment, but instead of getting angry, he smiled slightly.

"You have nothing to stress about. Please stay, you just have to give me a moment to get dressed." He said calmly, pointing you to the couch, then disappeared into the large wardrobe.

You sat down uncertainly on the couch, still feeling your cheeks burning. After a while, the stranger came out dressed in a black shirt that emphasized every outline of his muscular torso and perfectly tailored pants. He sat down opposite you and smiled friendly.

“I'm Changbin, nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to you.

“Y/n.” You replied, greeting him.

Introducing yourself gave you a little relief and you could talk to him calmly. Your conversations were really interesting and time flew by. You felt like you had known each other for years. At some point, intrigued, you decided to ask a question that was on your mind.

“I found out that this is the villa of a mafia boss. Apparently he is very strict and no one has the right to oppose him. As an ordinary cleaning lady, no one will have the opportunity to see him, because only selected people can be near him. And did you ever manage to see him?”

The boy burst out laughing loudly, which surprised you very much. You frowned, thinking that you had said something very stupid.

“I see him every day… I happen to be the strict boss, and you work for me.” He replied, smiling inquisitively.

You opened your mouth wide, and your heart stopped beating for a moment. You jumped to your feet, panic taking hold of you.

“God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that, master. Forgive me for my recklessness, master.” You began to bow, feeling embarrassment almost burning through you.

Changbin rolled his eyes and stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your back to calm you down.

“Call me Changbin, like before. There’s no need to be so tense, I don’t blame you.” He said calmly, his touch surprisingly warm.

You just nodded, still feeling the blush on your cheeks. You quickly apologized, then ran out of the room, feeling your heart pounding in your chest like a hammer.

That’s how you met your boss, in the worst possible way.

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It had been a few years since you had entered the residence and thanks to your enthusiasm, you had quickly moved up the hierarchy. Thanks to that, you have gained access to new parts of the building. Your fingers were gently sliding along the spine of a book on the top shelf when suddenly the quiet slam of a closing door interrupted the moment. Your heart beat faster - you turned around abruptly, but your leg slipped off the edge of the stool. Everything happened in a split second. You braced yourself for a painful fall, but instead of an impact, you felt warmth.

You opened your eyes and met his gaze. Changbin held you tightly, and his eyes, dark as night, seemed to read every hidden secret.

"Be careful, Y/n" He said, his voice sounding like a gentle warning. 

You swallowed hard and quickly stood on your feet, looking away. Your breathing was quickening and a blush was burning your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Master…” You whispered, but the words died in your throat as you noticed the annoyed look on his face. He sighed deeply, as if it was something he’d said a hundred times before.

“I already told you, call me Changbin.” He corrected you firmly. You bit your lip, feeling like you had made another mistake.

“I’m sorry, maste... Changbin.” You finally replied, adjusting your dress, the delicate material of which chafed against your skin. “Can I help you?”

He looked at you for a moment, as if weighing his words before answering.

“Yes, yes, you can. A foreign client will be visiting me tonight. I would like you to serve us.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Of course, it would be an honor.” You replied with a wide smile.

This was your first real chance. You couldn’t waste it.

Changbin nodded, his face still serious.

“This is a very important meeting, Y/n. Everything has to be perfect. I’m counting on you.”

“I won’t let you down!” You assured enthusiastically.

You watched as he turned around and left the office, then went back to work, knowing you had to hurry.

After work, in your room, you took a shower and prepared yourself carefully, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Your new dress fit perfectly, and the velvet bow delicately emphasized the hair falling to your shoulders. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, making sure that everything was in its place. You were ready.

It was late evening when you brought a tray of empty glasses to the office, which you placed on the table in front of the two men. There was no room for mistakes, everything had to be perfect on point. You didn't say a word the whole time, only bringing drinks and snacks to the table when needed. Even though you couldn't say anything, you listened carefully. For now, at this moment, you found out that your boss's client was called Victor and he didn't look like a nice guy. Every time you looked at him, shivers went through your body, but you couldn't show it.

The office you were in was filled with the smoke of the cigar that Victor was smoking, and the heavy black curtains blocked the moonlight. Both men sat opposite each other on two different sides of the table, and you walked around them, fulfilling their whims but not disturbing the meeting.

You felt the pressure on yourself, after all you had to do well. However, you were surprised by the fact that you were the only maid at this meeting and why you were chosen when your boss had a lot of other more experienced maids. Also, halfway through the meeting, Changbin ordered all the security guards to leave, so the three of you were left in the room.

As you approached the table to collect the empty glasses, Victor looked at you with a nasty smirk that made you feel uneasy, but you kept your head high and smiled.

“Beautiful girl.” He said, looking at you carefully. “Don't you think Changbin that your maid is too cute to work like this?”

Changbin raised an eyebrow, looking coldly at Victor.

“Y/n is here to work, so please respect her.” He said, still maintaining his calm and stoic composure.

Victor laughed, his laugh deep and malicious. He grabbed his glass and drank the entire contents. He then swirled it in his fingers, signaling you to refill it.

You leaned down slightly to pour another glass of wine for your guest.

“Would you like to join us? Come here, my love.” He held out his hand to you, but you took a step back, feeling anxiety building in your chest.

Changbin looked at you, his eyes full of concern directed only at you.

“Victor.” His voice was icy. “I said you have to respect her. Leave her alone and let’s focus on business.”

However, Victor ignored the warning. He grabbed your wrist, and your eyes widened in fear.

“Don't be so shy.” He whispered, pulling you even closer to him. “I feel like having some fun.” At that moment, something inside Changbin snapped. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over.

“Let her go! Now!”

Victor looked at him with a challenge in his eyes, but he didn’t let go of you.

“What if I don’t?” he asked provocatively.

Changbin didn’t answer, he just pulled out his gun and aimed it straight at Victor’s head.

“I warned you.” You only heard those words, then your ears started to squeak from a loud shot.

You instinctively closed your eyes and felt warm blood spraying your face. At the same time, you crouched down, scared, and didn’t dare to get up for a while. Crouched down, you only heard a few guards who were standing in front of the door running inside.

“Take the body. Our negotiations are over.” You heard Changbin’s voice, completely unaffected by what had just happened. “It’s over, Y/n. You don’t have to be afraid.” He crouched down in front of you and gently lifted your chin to look at you closely.

You looked at him as he looked at you, making sure that you definitely didn't have any wounds. His face was calm, blissful, as if he wanted to show you that you had nothing to be afraid of.

"I'm sorry about this situation. You must be scared. Let me help you, but first I'll ask Esmeralda to prepare a bath for you in my room. I'd rather keep an eye on you now." He said, offering you his hand and helping you to stand up, as your legs were shaking with fear.

The last thing you saw before leaving was a few servants wiping up pools of blood and security guards packing Victor's body into a bag. Changbin didn't leave your side the whole way to his room. The two of you attracted the attention of the others gathered, but they tried to hide it. You walked slowly, taking your time, and the shock you had experienced slowly subsided from you.

Changbin led you to his bathroom, where Esmeralda, at his request, prepared a bath for you. The boy gently sat you down on the edge of the tub, his eyes filled with concern and warmth that brought unexpected peace to your heart. He grabbed a wet towel, and his movements were slow, as if he wanted to make sure that every action of his would comfort you. He gently wiped the small drops of blood from your face that reminded you of the events of the last few hours.

"You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. You're safe with me. I won't let anyone hurt you." He said, placing a warm hand on your cheek. His touch was soothing, as if he was not only physically removing traces of pain, but also mentally giving you shelter from the world. "Take a bath, please. Take your time, and I'll be waiting in my room. If you need anything, just call me," He added, then left, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

You were grateful for his concern. When Changbin disappeared behind the door, you started to take off your clothes, still dirty and stuck to your body after everything that had happened. You sank into the warm, relaxing water, feeling the stress and tension leave your body. The water acted like a balm on your senses, allowing you to forget for a moment. You washed away the remnants of dirt and anxiety, wanting to feel fresh and regain control over yourself.

After bathing, you got out of the tub and looked around the bathroom. You noticed that you didn't have any clothes to change into. You wrapped yourself tightly in a towel, feeling the cool breeze on your wet skin, and went out, heading to Changbin's room. The boy was sitting on the bed, looking through one of the books.

"Um, could I get some clothes?" You asked shyly.

He turned to you slowly, looking at you for a moment, as if he wanted to remember every detail. After a moment, he stood up without a word and disappeared into his wardrobe. He came back with a white shirt in his hand, which he handed to you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning on your heel to go back to the bathroom and change. As you closed the door behind you, you realized you didn’t have a change of underwear. You didn’t want to put on the one you were wearing earlier- it felt dirty. So you decided to just put on a shirt. It was big and long, covering everything that should be covered.

You left the bathroom and Changbin was now sitting on the couch, his gaze once again resting on you. You could have sworn the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, though there was no hint of mockery in it.

“Thank you, master.” You said quietly, about to leave, but his voice stopped you.

“Changbin.” He corrected you sternly. “I told you to call me Changbin.” His voice sounded irritated, but it quickly softened. “Y/N, sit with me, please. Let's talk like the first time we met."

You looked at him uncertainly, but you couldn't say no to your boss. You hesitated, but eventually walked over and sat down next to him on the couch. The leather upholstery was cool under your skin, and you desperately tried to cover all the parts of your body that shouldn't be visible at the moment. You were intimidated by his closeness, but you didn't want to admit it.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, leaning slightly towards you. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I’m okay. Thank you so much for helping me." You finally spoke, still crumpling the material of your shirt in your hands.

"Would you like a drink, Y/n?" He asked, getting up from the couch and walking over to the small bar in the corner of the room.

"I'm working, I'm not allowed to drink." You answered immediately, thinking it was some kind of test.

“Chill Y/n, you're with me, and with me you can do anything. Let's celebrate our meeting. “ He poured wine into two glasses and came back to you, handing you one.

“Okay, I guess one won't hurt. “ You took a sip from the glass and fell in love with the taste of this alcohol, you've never had such good wine in your life.

Thanks to the alcohol, you relaxed slightly and talked freely with Changbin, just like when you first met.

After a long conversation and a few glasses of wine, Changbin approached you. He sat so close that his legs touched yours.

“I'm glad Y/n that I drove past you that day. The first time I saw you I knew you were special. I had to have you by my side. I'm glad you agreed to work for me. “ His words hit you with double the force, probably because of the alcohol.

A red blush began to paint your cheeks. You were slightly embarrassed by his words, because you didn't expect to hear that from him.

"I'm the one who's glad I got a chance at a better life. I owe you everything." You replied, swirling the half-full glass in your fingers.

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn't an awkward silence. You sat staring at each other, and the tension between you was growing. You don't know why, but your heart began to skip a beat as you looked at him closely. His features seemed even more defined, his lips were plumper, and his eyes were full of passion.

"Y/n." He began, placing his hand on your bare thigh. "Since the first time I saw you, I knew I wanted you. I want to have you for myself. I want to taste you. You're like a forbidden fruit to me, one that I desire so much." His words were certain, but at the same time very sensual.

Your whole body heated up and you couldn't help but bite your lip as Changbin's hand moved up a little.

"Don't do that, or I won't be able to hold back." He said, placing his other hand on your cheek.

"What if I don't want you to hold back?" You asked, your voice slightly husky and seductive.

Changbin just gave you a short smile and grabbed you by the neck to pull you closer to him. His lips immediately landed on yours, he didn't play cat and mouse with you, he just stuck his tongue into your mouth, and you reciprocated, the first hot kiss. Emotions were boiling inside you, and the excitement was growing.

You couldn't help but moan quietly when Changbin completely took the initiative and deepened your kiss. You pulled away from each other only for a moment to catch your breath, which you were desperately looking for.

After a moment, Changbin pulled away from you, only to whisper in your ear.

"Hold the glass up and don't drop it, because I'll be very angry and I'll have to punish you."

His words sent shivers down your body, but you decided to obey and lifted the glass you were holding in your hand. At that moment, Changbin planted a passionate kiss on your neck, which almost made you drop your glass. You didn't expect his lips to be so pleasant, and his kisses aggressive but also very thoughtful.

His other hand wandered up and down your thigh, slowly testing how far he could go. His every move was carefully planned to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

After a while, when he got bored with your neck, he slowly unbuttoned one of the buttons of his shirt with one hand and focused his kisses on your collarbones, lightly biting them. It made your back arch into a beautiful curve. Changbin's other hand went under your breasts, holding you so you wouldn't run away.

He really liked the way you looked at that moment. Slightly squinted eyes, back arched and bitten lips, everything was perfect and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

"Binnie." You whispered between heavy breaths.

It worked on him like a rag to a bull. He sat down comfortably and pulled you with him, so that you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. Without stopping kissing you, he deftly unbuttoned another button of his shirt, giving himself access to your bare breasts. His sudden movement made you want to lower your hands and cover yourself, but the boy caught your hand and lifted it above your head again.

“A-a-a… I said to hold the glass up.” He whispered, lightly nibbling on your earlobe. “Good girl.”

His words turned you on even more and you started to feel yourself getting warm down there, and his next movements didn’t help. Changbin grabbed your breasts in his hands and started kneading them. His touch was gentle but firm at the same time. You couldn’t stop the moans that fell from your lips. However, you quickly covered your mouth with a free hand.

“Oh no, baby. I want to hear how I affect you. " He said, smiling nonchalantly and moving his hands to your nipples.

He grabbed them in his fingers and began to fondle them thoroughly. He gave each one the same amount of attention. He gently rolled them in his fingers, enjoying every second. You slowly began to feel how wet you were, and that was just the beginning of the fun. His hands went to your buttocks to bring you even closer to him.

His mouth rested on one of your nipples, and his tongue swirled around it, as if immersed in a dance. He smoothly moved from one nipple to the other, playing with your buttocks at the same time. You felt how you were soaking wet and staining his pants with your juices, but Changbin didn't seem to mind it, quite the opposite. His penis began to tense up, creating a bulge in his pants that pressed against your pussy.

This time it was you who smiled when you felt new possibilities to please yourself. You sloppily began to unbutton his shirt, inch by inch revealing his gorgeous torso.

Feeling how eager you were to continue the game, the boy slightly let you know that you could start moving your hips to relieve the desire that your body was showing more and more. You slowly started to move forward and back, with his hands still kneading your buttocks. The bulge in his pants rubbed against you, creating unforgettable sensations. You wanted more, you craved more. You needed to have him inside you, but the boy decided to tease you a little more.

In one smooth movement, he took you off his lap and quickly pulled his pants down, leaving you only in your boxers. Despite the amount of pleasure you were now experiencing, you bravely held the glass above your head, not even a drop fell out of it. Changbin pulled you to him again, only now you were sitting backwards on his lap. One of his hands rested on your breast, playing with your nipple again, and the other went down.

His fingers immediately began to caress your clit, using your own juices, which were already flowing down your thighs, as lubrication. Your whole body tensed under the influence of his touch. Your entire pussy was very sensitive, and you couldn't resist such a reaction. He skillfully maneuvered between your folds and your clit, not skipping a millimeter.

He played with you like that for some time, enjoying every second. You writhed under his touch, but you couldn't do anything about it. The boy knew perfectly well what he was doing to fully satisfy you. Soon his fingers ran between your folds, heading for your hole.

He easily slid one finger into your hole, and a loud moan escaped your lips. Without waiting a moment, he began to move it inside. Slowly at first, and with time, speeding up and adding another finger. His movements inside you were like magically enchanted time for you. You didn't want him to stop, you were at the edge of your endurance when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and took you off his lap, which was met with a grunt of displeasure from you.

"Don't be so impatient little one. I'll give you what you want so much soon." He said, kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs.

Without further ado, he ran his tongue all over your pussy, finally focusing on the most sensitive spot. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it lightly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the amount of pleasure you were feeling at the moment.

Your body began to shake slightly as his tongue slowly began to wander down. The boy grabbed your legs tightly and pulled you so that you were sitting on the edge of the couch, giving him better access to you. His unexpected movement caused some of the wine to spill, but neither of you seemed to notice.

Changbin licked your pussy once more before he inserted his tongue into your hole. He was looking for the exact spot that would give you the most pleasure, and when he found it, guided by your increasingly louder moans, he sped up his movements. He watched you writhe under his touch, kneading your breasts with pleasure. When you reached for his hair to tangle your fingers in it, Bin's lips curved into a slight smile. He knew perfectly well that you were close to climax. So he sucked on your pussy a few times and sped up his movements again. You didn't expect someone could be so good at doing good with their mouths, and yet. A few movements were enough for a powerful orgasm to overwhelm you. You squeezed your legs against his face, shaking and twitching. The wave of pleasure was so big that you dropped the glass from your hand, which fell on the couch.

With your other hand, you also grabbed his hair, tightly tangling your fingers in it. Your breathing was very heavy, and sometimes you even had the impression that you weren't breathing as you went through your orgasm. Changbin patiently waited for you to calm down, so that you could continue. He stroked your legs, calmly guiding you through every second of pleasure.

After a moment, you began to feel all the tension leave you and you began to relax. Your legs fell limply down, and your hands loosened their grip. Changbin stood up from his knees and leaned over you.

"You dropped the glass, darling. Now you're going to be punished." Without waiting for your answer, he picked you up and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently and pulled off your unnecessary shirt, then took off his boxers, revealing his fully erect penis.

You looked at him seductively, slightly biting your lip. The boy laughed slightly and approached you, kneeling between your legs. His cock gently rubbed your still sensitive pussy, and you couldn't help but lift your hips. You wanted to feel him inside you already.

"So impatient and so horny." He said, leaning over you slightly, sliding between your wet folds a few times, wetting his cock.

Finally, he aimed at your hole. His tip pressed against your entrance and in one smooth movement, he entered you completely. Your mouth opened but no sound came out, as if you were speechless. Only when you let out a breath from your lungs were you able to speak again. Changbin's size was perfect, not too small and not too big, so as not to hurt you.

His first movements were slow, smooth and calm. He wanted you to get used to this position. Seeing how you kept biting your lip and pulling your hair slightly, he sped up and deepened his movements. They were no longer so calm, but still rhythmic. His penis slid in and out of you, stretching your walls slightly.

However, after a while, even that wasn't enough for him. He lifted both of your legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving himself access to deeper penetration. The first movements of his hips were calm, but they quickly gained momentum when the room was filled with sweet moans. Your breasts jumped in rhythm with the movements, giving him additional wonderful views.

"More Changbin, I want more!" You said between moans of pleasure.

The boy understood this perfectly, quickly pulled out of you and lay on his back. You knew immediately what he meant. You climbed on top of him and aimed his penis at your hole. When his penis slid back into you, filling you, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine.

You began to see him, moving your hips forward and back, giving yourself additional sensations. You felt blissful, you started to play with your hair, revealing your breasts. Changbin's hands immediately went to them, they fit them perfectly, as if they were sculpted especially for them.

After a moment, your movements began to become careless, you felt the warmth in your lower abdomen growing again, you knew that the second orgasm was coming and faster than you thought. Changbin noticed it too, his hand went to your clit. He started to stimulate it, and you couldn't stop the feeling that you were about to explode. His fingers were agile and fast, they carefully caressed the most sensitive spot.

"Binnie...I can’t...I can't hold out any longer!" You screamed as a wave of pleasure flooded your body again.

You dug your fingers into Changbin's muscular chest. He admired you as you twitched on him, with his penis still inside you. However, he didn't wait for the whole orgasm to pass, he just lifted you off him and put you on all fours. Then he immediately thrust into you with great force.

Your elbows bent under you. You were now completely exposed to him, your chest fell onto the soft mattress and your hips remained up. Changbin grabbed your hips, holding you up. He didn't want you to run away, he was absorbed in you. Your body, your scent, just you.

His movements were strong, the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room, mixing with your loud moans of pleasure. The orgasm from earlier had worn you out a bit, you were overstimulated, but you didn't want to show it. You wanted to have him inside you for as long as possible and make love to him for as long as possible.

Changbin's fingers dug into your skin so hard that they slowly lost their color, but the boy wanted to enter you even harder. A few movements later you felt a sudden rush of pleasure take over your body. Looking at your reaction, he knew he hit your sweet spot and that's where he had to continue.

Even though you had just climaxed, you could feel your third orgasm approaching and it would be stronger than the previous two.

“I…I’m…cumming!” You moaned between the blows to your buttocks.

Changbin understood your plea and sped up his movements, still staying in your sweet spot. You dug your fingers into the sheet so hard that the blood drained from them, but you didn’t mind, you had to somehow control your body.

Soon the boy’s movements became uneven, but they didn’t lose their strength. His breathing quickened. You were both close, both waiting for the desired fulfillment. After a few more movements, you both came. You felt the warm liquid filling you inside as his cum shot out.

Your walls clenched on him uncontrollably as more waves of heat flooded your body. All your muscles contracted uncontrollably as he hit your buttocks slower and slower. Each of your movements led you through orgasm. The amount of pleasure that hit you was so great that you clenched your teeth on the sheet, hoping that it would bring some help.

Only after a moment did Changbin gently fall onto you and very slowly pull out of you, giving the excess cum a chance to escape. He placed a gentle kiss on your red buttock, then your back, shoulder blades and neck. Your body reacted to each new mark left on your body.

Finally, you fell onto the bed exhausted, your forehead decorated with small beads of sweat, just like Changbin's. You lay next to each other, staring at each other, your breaths were heavy, but you were happy.

Changbin brushed a strand of hair away from yours and gently stroked your cheek.

"You're mine Y/n and I won't let anyone hurt you." He said tenderly, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

You lay on the bed for a while longer, you snuggled up to Changbin, wanting to stay with him as long as possible. When your breathing calmed down a bit, Changbin took you to the bathroom and made a shared bath for you. After all, he couldn't leave you like this. Once the tub was full, you both got in. He sat down behind you and hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around you. You felt safe with him and knew this was the start of something great. Something where you were the main characters. Your life was about to change from being a mere servant, you were finally together with a mafia boss.

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Masterlist

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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 5

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 2483

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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Another day came. You woke up in velvet sheets that gently wrapped your naked body. You glanced at the empty space next to you. The sheet was already cold, meaning Minho must have been up long ago. You looked at the clock, standing on the nightstand next to the bed. It was reaching twelve o'clock. How long did you sleep? You didn't even know what time you fell asleep. You spent the whole night pleasing each other. Minho loved to bring you to the edge, only to stop touching you a moment later. He then waited for a single word so that you could achieve the desired orgasm.

You sighed quietly. You decided to finally get out of bed. You threw on Minho's shirt, which was lying on a chair, and headed for the kitchen. You looked around in search of the man, but he was nowhere to be found. On the kitchen counter was a plate full of small avocado and tomato sandwiches and a bowl of fruit. Next to them lay a note with a message from Minho - enjoy your meal kitten, I'm at work, I'll be back in the evening.

You smiled slightly, then sat down and began to eat breakfast. After breakfast, you did the dishes and decided to go take a shower. You spent a round hour in the bathroom. After getting out of the bath, you threw on a bathrobe that hung on the wall and looked at your reflection in the mirror. After an intoxicating night, your entire neck was covered with raspberries, left by a man. You even liked the view. You were looking at yourself in the mirror when suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. Curious, you went to answer the door. 

When you opened the door a slender, not very tall woman appeared to your eyes. Her blonde hair was tied in a tight bun and her lips were highlighted with red lipstick. Her body was hidden under a fitted red dress that perfectly emphasized her curves. The woman coughed quietly. 

“Who are you?” She asked, looking at you. “And what are you doing in my boyfriend's apartment? Where is Minho?” 

“Boyfriend?” You frowned hearing those words. Minho had a girlfriend? So with you he just wanted to have fun...? 

“Yes, boyfriend.” The woman replied in a slightly more impatient tone. “May I know what you are doing here?” 

“Minho invited me and... I just got up recently... What's your name?” You replied a bit confused. 

“I don't recall us being on ‘you,’ you brat.” The woman hissed. “Are you finally going to let me into MY BOYFRIEND'S apartment, or should I call the police?” 

“Wh-what? No, no... the police will not be necessary...” You stammered slightly and let the unknown woman inside. 

“Go get dressed, you punk.” The woman growled as she entered the living room. “And then explain to me what you are doing at MY Lee Know's apartment.”

“Lee Know?” You asked, but actually yourself. You went to Minho's bedroom, where you dressed in your clothes from the previous day, then returned to the mysterious woman sitting in the living room. “Who are you?” 

“I already said... are you deaf or what?” The woman replied in a rather prepossessing tone. “I am Minho's girlfriend. Rather, it is you who should tell me who you are and what you are doing in his apartment?”

“I was invited... I came here yesterday. I didn't know Minho had a girlfriend... if I had known, I wouldn't have agreed to...” You started, and your voice began to crack. 

“Tssch, sure, you didn't know.” The woman snorted and rolled her eyes. “It's best if you leave and never come back here again. And fuck off with Minho, bitch. Clear?” 

“C-clear.” You replied quietly and headed quickly for the exit. You didn't know what to think about the whole situation. You left the man's apartment without saying a word. 

You were upset. You felt lost. Why would Minho offer you this deal when he had a girlfriend? You didn't know what to think about all this. Moreover, you had no one to turn to. After all, you couldn't tell your friends about what happened between you and the lecturer. You also couldn't call Jeno or Jungwoo and tell them what happened moments earlier in the man's apartment. 

You wanted to cry. You didn't know what you should do now. You headed back to your apartment. Why don't I call him? You thought, however, you decided it was a stupid idea. No... I don't want to talk to him. I should drop our arrangement. After all, we didn't sign any contract anyway...

Suddenly you were overwhelmed by anger. Minho used you to please himself. He treated you like a common hooker - a whore just waiting to get her way. You turned all purple with anger. You felt like screaming at him. To yell at him for what he had done. 

Boiling with anger, you decided to go to the university and end your whole relationship there. You didn't even know what you should call what was between you. Or was it nothing but brief sex? You quickly beat a path to the university and went straight to the office where Minho officiated between classes. You knocked sharply on the door and waited for an answer. 

“Come in!” You heard from behind the door and impetuously entered the room. “Oh, Y/N what are you doing here? You missed me so much...” 

The man didn't finish his sentence, because your hand with a loud splash was on his cheek. He looked at you in surprise. The impact was strong enough to leave a red mark on his face. 

“This is the end of everything that happened between us.” You hissed and headed straight for the exit, but before you could cross the threshold, Minho stopped you, squeezing your shoulder hard. He was angry, very angry. A gentle fear was painted on your face. Maybe you shouldn't have hit him right away? 

“You're not going anywhere, bunny.” Said Minho in a low voice, and a gentle shiver went through you. “Sit down!” He commanded, and you obeyed. Minho locked the office door and closed the blinds. He looked at you with an angry gaze. “Tell me baby, what's gotten into you, hm?” 

“I'm not going to talk to you! I want to end this!” You hissed, putting your hands on your chest. With your behavior, you resembled a five-year-old child who didn't get any candy. 

“Is that so?” Minho raised one eyebrow. “At night you whined something different, what happened?” The man stood impassive watching your body language. 

“At night I moaned something else, because you forgot to tell me one important detail, that you have a girlfriend... “You growled in annoyance. “Why do you need me if you're in a relationship, huh? You wanted to have fun with an innocent student and...”

“Not so innocent, in the first place.” He interrupted your argument, entering you in mid-sentence. “And I don't have a girlfriend. I also have no idea what you're talking about, and frankly I don't like it.”

“What do you mean you don't have a girlfriend? Then who was the blonde who threw me out of your apartment and wanted to call the police?” 

“I have no clue... Oh...” The man sighed heavily and sat down in the chair behind the desk.” 

“Oh? That's all you have to say to me?” 

“Yes, oh. Minho repeated. “You must have run into Rheena, my ex. She loves to invade me and beg me to come back to her. Normally I don't let her into my apartment, but thanks to you she'll probably sit there and wait until I don't come back.” Minho rubbed his temples and looked at you. “I'm sorry, okay? I didn't expect Rheena to show up again. I understand your anger sun, you know? I wouldn't want to run into a strange woman after such a successful night, either.” 

“Tssch, that's not the point.” You hissed. “I want to end this. It doesn't make the slightest sense. Besides, you are my lecturer! We can't drag this on.” 

“We can't, can we? And you want to give up so soon, kitten?” He asked with a slightly mocking smile. “Didn't you enjoy the night?” He asked, getting up from behind his desk and walking over to you. He leaned right over you and rested his hands on the arms of the chair and looked you straight in the eyes. Your faces were separated by millimeters.  “Look into my eyes and tell me again that you don't want this.” 

“I-I...” You lost yourself in his dark brown gaze. Your voice caught in your throat. 

“You what?” Minho didn't take his gaze off you. He kept leaning over you, watching. “We both know very well that this is what you want, don't we?”

“Y-yes.” You replied, blushing slightly. You couldn't refuse him, unfortunately. 

“Okay... “Minho moved away from you. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You swallowed your saliva, watching his every move. “You were not a good kitty today.” He spoke up after a moment, and a gentle shiver went through you. “And bad kittens face punishment.” He continued.

“P-punishment? But what do you mean?” You asked, slightly frightened by what Minho was planning to do to you. 

“Yes. Punishment.” He said looking at you. “Stand up and pull down your pants, then lean on the desk and push yourself out toward me.” He instructed you firmly and walked over to a drawer, from where he pulled out something, like a whip. 

“B-but...” You started in surprise. You didn't expect a lecturer to have this type of toy, especially in his office. 

“But what, hm? Didn't I make myself clear?” He waited impatiently. “Disobedience must be punished, don't you think?” 

“Yes, but...” 

“There is no but! Come on, be a good girl. You'll accept 15 spankings, and then I'll make you feel better than good, as long as you're behaving yourself, understand bunny?” 

“Yes,” You replied quietly and followed Minho's instructions. You pulled off your pants and put them back on the chair, then leaned against the desk and lunged toward the man. You closed your eyes waiting for the first stroke, but instead of getting a whipping, you felt Minho's hands moving over your firm buttocks. Minho took his time. He patted you gently with his open palm on your left buttock. A slight moan issued from your lips. At this sound, the man smiled slightly. He knew that you liked it, that you liked spanking. 

“Count, so that I can hear.” He said firmly. He took a slight swing and the first whip fell on your bare buttocks. You jumped up slightly, not expecting the impact. Minho was not brutal. Yes, you felt a slight burning sensation, but the man did not want to hurt you. 

“One.” You said out loud. 

Spank. 

“Two...” 

Spank.

“Three...” 

Spank.

“F-four...”

Spank.

“...Five...” The beatings left red marks on your buttocks. Each successive one seemed to be stronger than the previous. This could have been because your skin was becoming more sensitive. By the seventh hit, delicate tear droplets began to appear in the corners of your eyes, but you bravely endured to the end.

“...Fourteen...” 

Spank. 

“Fifteen!” You groaned. You felt pain on your buttocks, but at the same time a gentle thrill. This was new to you, as you had never faced anything like this before. 

“Good kitty.” Said Minho while gently massaging your bottom. “Brave girl.” He smiled stroking your buttocks. “You can stand up.” 

You stood upright in front of him. You didn't know what to expect from the lecturer now. The man put the whip back in its place, in the bottom drawer of the desk. You watched his every move as he pulled out a strange, in your opinion, ball from the same drawer. 

“Do you know what it is?” He asked, to which you shook your head negatively. “It's a vibrator, on a remote control. The app for it is already on my phone. I promised that if you are a good kitty and take your punishment well, there will be a reward waiting for you.” He handed you the device in your hand. “Do you want to feel how it works?” 

“Yes.” You replied, blushing. Curiosity once again took over you. 

“Great!” Minho smiled broadly. “Take off your panties and sit in the chair apart, facing me. I want to see you, whole. Put on the vibrator and leave the rest to me.” He instructed. 

Without hesitation, you followed the man's instructions. You sat comfortably in the chair. You ignored the slight burning of your buttocks, which were still mildly red, after the punishment Minho had served you. You complied with the lecturer's instructions. You inserted the vibrator and after a moment you noticed Minho pulling out his phone. Then you feel the ball inside you begin to vibrate. Gentle vibrations spread throughout your body. You leaned your head against the headrest of the chair. A quiet moan began to come out of your mouth. The vibrations increased. 

Minho watched your reactions closely. How your body began to wriggle under the dose of pleasurable sensations. He smiled in satisfaction. He increased the vibrations, only to decrease them in moments, to give you a rest. He didn't want you to come too soon. He watched every movement of your body. Your hips themselves, as if on cue, began to move in rhythm with the vibrations that spread throughout your body. Your sweet moans perfectly stimulated his senses. He felt a slight tension in his pants. He knew he wouldn't last long on his own. He pulled his penis out of his pants and gently began to stimulate it with his free hand. He masturbated as he watched you drift away in pleasure. 

He let you come. And with your orgasm, came his as well. He quickly turned off the vibrator on the app and put the phone back on the desk. He smiled at the sight of you. You lay back in the chair and normalized your breathing. He longed to have that view in front of his eyes forever. 

“Did you enjoy it, kitten?” he asked sensually, embracing the mess he himself had created. 

“Yes.” You replied slightly hoarsely. You had not yet recovered from your orgasm. Minho walked up to you. His penis stood again. He pulled the vibrator from inside you and leaned slightly over you. 

“Ready for round two?” He asked sensually. When you nodded slightly, he slid into you gently. He waited a moment, then began to move. After not long enough, you both ended up in spasms of pleasure. “Good girls get pleasant rewards.” He exhaled quietly. “Will you be a good girl?” 

“Yes... I will.”

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|Beyond the competition ~ Kim Seungmin|

Paring: Seungmin x Y/N

Genre: angst

Word Count: 5210

Warnings: the reader is physically hurt, abuse, abusive father, starving, fainting, locking up, violence, vomiting

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Streetlight High always reminded you of a place where success wasn’t a choice, but a necessity. Every step you took in the shadow of its high walls carried a burden of expectation. There were people around you – other students, teachers who talked, laughed, made friends – and you were always alone. Maybe not always, but you had long forgotten what it was like to trust anyone. Your father was like a torturer over your head. He didn’t say much, but every look he gave you, every raise of his eyebrows when you came home with your exam results, was enough to know what he wanted from you. First place was the only position that mattered. There was no room for stumbles, for weakness. From a young age, you worked hard, studied, sat at your desk for hours, biting your lip, trying to master the most difficult subjects. Textbooks were your only companions, and the night light of your desk lamp – the only friend you could count on. Your successes separated you from others, and your loneliness was only deepened by insults and brutal bullying.

Over time, you learned to survive. No one could hurt you if you closed your heart and focused solely on your studies. You were the first to arrive at school, the last to leave. The people around you were just shadows, they had no meaning unless they tried to take something from you. It was this knowledge that taught you to distance yourself from them. You stopped talking, smiling, reacting – you became the perfect, flawless machine your father wanted to create.

But something changed when you entered high school. On the first day, you walked confidently into the hallway, ready to sweep the competition away once again. This was your zone, your territory. But then he appeared – Seungmin. You remember the first time you noticed him in chemistry class. He was calm, focused, he didn't pay attention to you, as if you weren't another opponent to defeat, but just a complete stranger. It irritated you. From the first day, you knew that he would be your challenge.

The first test. The results were announced on the board by the secretary's office. Your result - 100%. You were sure that it was the best result in the school. Then you saw his name, one place below yours - 98%. You smiled then with satisfaction, but also with a bit of uncertainty. It wasn't a victory by a large margin. You could swear that you felt something like adrenaline.

From then on, every lesson was a battle, and every test - an arena of fight. You fought for every point, every word in response was thought out. Students and teachers started talking about your rivalry like a legend, about two minds clashing in the field of knowledge. You couldn't lose this. You couldn't allow yourself a moment of weakness. Every day was another clash. You versus Seungmin. For you, however, it wasn't a game. It was life or death. You couldn't lose. You had no right to.

And finally, the day of the end of the semester results came. Your heart was beating like crazy as you approached the board. You felt the tension, but also the certainty that, like always, you would be in first place. You searched for your name, your eyes moving over the lists. And then you saw it. Your name was in second place. Seungmin was in first place.

You froze, and a series of images flashed through your head - your father sitting in the living room, his silence that was worse than a scream, his gaze that pierced you like an icy blade. You lost. You lost to him by half a point.

Emotions exploded in you suddenly. Fury, anger, but most of all fear. You had to see him, you had to hear his answer. You quickly headed to the courtyard, where, as always, he was sitting with a book in his hands. He looked calm, as if nothing had happened, as if this defeat, which for you was the end of the world, was insignificant to him.

“How could you chase me away?!” Your words were full of fury, and your gaze was soaked in anger. “I worked hard all semester!”

Seungmin raised his head, surprised by your sudden presence. He looked at you for a moment, as if trying to understand where all this anger came from.

“I worked hard too, Y/N. It's not like I cheated on you. I just had a little more luck. Nothing will happen to you that you will be second once. I always had to settle for this position.” He said calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

His calmness only fueled your anger. How could he say it so carelessly? He didn't understand anything. Being second wasn't an option. It wasn't a choice.

"That's what's going to happen." You whispered, so quietly that he couldn't hear it. You walked away, clenching your fists, trying to suppress the emotions that were boiling inside you.

You knew what awaited you now. Your father wouldn't take it well. This defeat would be a disgrace to him. He always tried to instill in you that there was only one place at the top, and now - for the first time in your life - you were going to face him as a loser. You were afraid of it. You didn't want to go home, but you knew it was inevitable.

You slowly, reluctantly headed towards your home, already thinking about what to tell your father. Lie, or maybe tell him the truth, neither option was really good. Each one ended with the same thing - a punishment, and a painful one at that. You remembered perfectly well how much your father would hit you when you didn't get 100% on an assignment or a test.

Fear, with every step you took the fear pierced your body more and more. You wanted to shrink, to evaporate so that no one would know about your existence. Your body was overcome with an unpleasant pressure when you saw your house from around the corner. You knew that the time would soon come to stand face to face with your tormentor.

When you reached your house, your heart was pounding like a hammer. The whole way you kept repeating to yourself in your mind: I have to be quiet, I have to sneak in unnoticed. You opened the door so gently, as if its creaking would cause a storm. You wanted to hide in your room, hide under a blanket and forget about the world, even for a short moment. But it was unrealistic - you knew that nothing in this house would escape your father's attention.

You took two steps, barely audible footsteps on the polished floor, and then a voice rang out from the living room, that icy, unyielding tone:

“Results.” That one word hung in the air like a sentence.

You felt your stomach tighten into a knot. You swallowed hard, trying to control the trembling of your hands. Your father, sitting in the leather armchair, never took his eyes off the newspaper. It was his usual move—ignoring you until you answered. Your heart leapt into your throat, but you forced yourself to speak.

“I did really well, Dad.” You choked out, your words sounding too quiet in the vast, cold room. “I had… I had 99.5%.

The hope that you might be able to somehow smooth things over quickly began to fade as you saw his jaw clench in anger out of the corner of your eye. The newspaper fell to the table with a quiet crack.

“Where’s the other 0.5%?” His voice was now cold as ice, vibrating with an anger you knew all too well.

You took a step back, instinctively feeling what was coming.

“I understand that despite that 0.5%, you were still the best.” He headed towards you.

“I was second…second…” You stuttered, feeling a lump growing in your throat and your voice breaking on the last word.

The sparks of anger in your father’s eyes intensified. He shot up from his chair so quickly that you barely had time to react. Before you could fully process what was happening, you felt a sharp pain spread across your cheek. The force of the blow threw you to the floor. The world spun for a moment, and you struggled to catch your breath, pressing your hand to the pulsating spot. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you didn't dare shed them.

"You're a failure." He said, looking down at you like you were worthless. "There's no room for second place in this house."

Every word cut into you like a knife. You tried, you sacrificed everything, and yet in his eyes you were always too weak, too slow, not perfect enough. And now you were a failure. His words hurt you, because you literally sacrificed everything, and it still wasn't enough.

"You're not trying hard enough." He continued, his voice becoming increasingly angry. "I'll limit your food and sleep, since you can't understand that there's no room for mediocrity in this house."

He walked up to you, grabbed your arm with such force that you screamed in pain. You tried to break free, but it was like fighting a wall - his strength was overwhelming. He started to pull you, and you tried with all your might to resist, struggling and kicking, even though you knew it was no use. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and your breathing become shallow and chaotic.

He dragged you to the closet, the same one he locked you in every time he thought you had failed. The darkness, narrowness, and cold of this place always scared you. He locked you inside, slamming the door and locking it. In the silence that fell, you heard his footsteps receding, leaving you alone.

You sank to the floor, curled up in the corner, trying to stifle your sobs. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and every breath was a challenge. Your shoulders shook under the weight of the emotions that were weighing you down - fear, pain, despair. You cried, trembling with cold and terror.

There was a pile of books in the corner. You knew it was your only way out. Your father locked you in here until you read them all, checking if you had learned everything by morning. Otherwise, the punishment would be even worse.

You grabbed the first book you found, thick and heavy, and the words on its pages blurred before your watery eyes. It was hard to focus, and even harder to hold back the tears. But you knew you had to do it. Your life at the moment consisted of one, simple rule - survive the night.

Every minute in this closet was torture, every page of the book dragged on forever, and you knew you had no choice. Your mind fought with thoughts of escape, of a desperate need for freedom, but your body was tired, tormented by constant demands and fear.

In this closet, with a book in your hand, wiping tears from your cheeks every now and then, you were alone. The fear you felt never let you forget that the next night could be even worse. You knew you didn't have much time. And yet, despite the fear, despite the pain, you read on.

Barely keeping your eyes open, you finished reading the last of the thick books. Your temples were throbbing with fatigue, and your cheek hurt from your father's hard slap. You knew perfectly well that you had a big mark on your face, which you would have to cover with make-up to hide the dark secrets of your family from other students and teachers.

You heard approaching footsteps and the lock opening, and after a moment a strong bright light blinded you. It took a moment for your eyes to get used to the morning rays. Your father threw your bowl of food on the ground, as if you were a dog, and went to sit back in his armchair. You didn't lower yourself to such a level, you couldn't take away these small remnants of humanity.

You slowly stood up, supporting yourself with the walls, because your legs had given up after the whole night spent in the tight space. Without even looking at the bowl of food, you went to your room to freshen up after a hard night.

You looked in the mirror, under your eye and on half of your cheek there was an ugly purple mark from the hit. You tried to touch the painful spot, and the closer your fingers were to the wound, the more you wanted to cry. Then your father called from downstairs saying that you had to leave for school.

You quickly covered what you could with make-up, and left the rest to dark glasses and a scarf that you tied around your head. You ran out of the house as fast as you could, you didn't want to stay in it for a second longer. Not with this guy, not with your tormentor.

The trip to school wasn't long, but it seemed terribly long. You were tired and it was good that you managed to sit on the bus, because you were sure that you wouldn't have lasted standing. Of course, your ridiculous disguise attracted the attention of gawkers, but you didn't care. You preferred them to stare at you because of your stupid appearance rather than to ask questions about why you had a mark from the beating on your face. You knew that it would be the same at school and you weren't wrong.

You were sitting at your desk, covered with dark glasses and a scarf. The students' gazes pierced you every now and then, but no one dared to ask you what happened. No one except him.

"Y/n? What's this ridiculous disguise?" You heard his voice. Seungmin stood right next to you, and there was no sympathy in his voice, rather a hint of malicious curiosity.

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your cool.

"None of your business." You snapped, feeling your irritation growing.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, as if he expected a different answer. Normally, you were equals in verbal jousting, but this time he sensed something different in your voice. For a moment, he looked confused, as if he didn't know what to do next, but after a moment he pulled away, although his gaze never left your face.

The lessons dragged on forever, and you could barely keep on your feet. You were exhausted both physically and mentally, on every possible level. Hunger gripped your stomach, and the lack of sleep was taking away the last of your concentration. Every sound in the classroom seemed to be as sharp as a knife, and Seungmin, sitting a few desks away, seemed to be staring at you with increasing suspicion. You didn't need his pity, you didn't want him to notice that something was wrong.

Something inside you snapped during your last lesson. The nausea became unbearable, and your stomach began to twist in painful spasms.

"Miss, I don't feel well, I need to go to the bathroom." You said quickly, not waiting for an answer, you jumped up and almost ran out of the room.

Seungmin immediately jumped up after you. You might have been rivals, but something about your behavior made him uneasy, as if for the first time he saw you not as an opponent, but as someone who really needed help.

You rushed into the bathroom, barely closing the door behind you. Your stomach twisted with pain, and after a moment you threw up bile, because that was all you had inside you. Weakness took over your entire body, you crouched down next to the sink, trying to catch your breath. 

"Y/n, are you okay?" You heard his voice from behind the door. His presence was like salt on an open wound.

"Yes, everything is fine! What are you doing here? Go away!" You yelled, wiping your mouth and trying to control your breathing.

"I was worried that something happened." He replied calmly, and you felt your irritation grow more and more. His voice was soft, but you knew it was just a mask. Seungmin couldn't be worried about you. Your relationship was always full of tension, so why would he change his approach now?

You swung the door open, almost hitting him in the face. He stepped back in surprise, but before he could say anything more, you quickly walked past him, heading towards the exit. Everything inside screamed to get away from this place, from him. From everything.

Seungmin, standing for a moment in a daze, noticed that your glasses and scarf were left in the bathroom. He picked them up when he heard a loud bang. He turned around immediately, and the image he saw shocked him. You were lying unconscious next to the door. Without hesitation, he rushed towards you.

"Y/n!" He shouted, kneeling next to you. He tried to wake you up, shaking you slightly, but there was no reaction. Panic flooded his thoughts, and his heart was beating like crazy.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the emergency number with trembling hands.

"I need an ambulance... She's not responding!" His voice broke at the end of the sentence, although he tried to stay calm.

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You woke up in the hospital. The IV drip was running slowly, and the noise of medical equipment mixed with the whispers of the nurses behind the door. You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was a familiar figure sitting by the bed. Seungmin.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, although your thoughts were foggy.

Seungmin looked at you with a mixture of relief and worry.

"I couldn't leave you like this." He replied, although his tone was no longer full of confidence like usual. Now he sounded almost... human.

You tried to understand what was happening. He was your rival, not someone you could count on. But his presence here, in this moment, was breaking down all the barriers you had built around yourself over the years. You felt lost, weak.

"I thought that for you it was just another chance to defeat me." You said quietly, looking at him from under your eyelashes.

"Maybe it was." He replied, and a shadow of a smile appeared on his face. "But today it's not about winning. Today... it's about you."

You didn't know what to answer. Maybe for the first time Seungmin didn't see you as a rival, but someone more.

"Y/n... Please tell me who did this to you? Who brought you to this state? Doctors say that you are extremely exhausted and malnourished." He said, visibly worried, approaching you.

You just looked down, you didn't want to admit... no... you were afraid to admit that it was your own father who was treating you like trash. You thought for a moment about the lie you wanted to tell.

"I...I did it to myself. I was so absorbed in books and studying that I forgot to sleep and eat well. I'm sorry." You don't know why you were explaining yourself to him, but you had to hide your problems.

"Let's say I believe you, but who did this wound on your face? It looks like someone hit you." Min pointed to the purple bruise under your eye.

You hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. It was harder to explain than your fainting.

"I tripped over my own feet and hit the locker, but it's nothing. A small bruise, nothing more. It'll go away soon." You said with uncertainty and Seungmin sensed this uncertainty.

"Let's say I believe you. Rest and I'll go explain to the teachers what happened." After these words he disappeared behind the door of the room.

You were surprised by his behavior, you were still looking at the closed door for a long time after he left. Luckily for you, after the IV was finished, you were able to go home. You only hoped that your father hadn't found out that you had skipped classes.

When you were discharged from the hospital, you immediately headed home. Once again, thoughts that weren't positive in any way were swirling in your head. It slowly began to dawn on you that your health had drastically deteriorated and that you had to take better care of yourself.

You were walking back alone, trying to hide all the possible reasons that your father might think you were in the hospital. Halfway home, Seungmin noticed you and immediately ran up to you.

"I've explained everything with the teachers and there are no problems with your absence." He said, smiling at you sincerely.

It was probably the first time you saw his smile and it seemed cute to you, it suited him.

"Thank you..." You said quietly, barely audible even to him.

The boy gave you another sincere smile and offered to walk you home. You hesitated and at first you weren't willing, but in the end you accepted his offer, maybe it was a good distraction from the harsh reality and the harsh demands of your father.

During your walk together you discovered how much you had in common. The conversation flowed easily, and your smile - a bit uncertain at the beginning - began to appear more often, reminding you that you used to be able to be happy. Seungmin was an incredibly attentive listener, and his questions were gentle, unobtrusive, as if he was afraid that he might scare you.

When you reached the door of your house, you thanked Seungmin for everything he had done for you today. You said goodbye and went inside. Your father stood by the door with his arms crossed.

"Who is this boy and why did you bring him here? You have too much free time, you're still too weak and instead of studying you hang out with some guy!" His voice was raised and loud.

"He...He's a nobody." You replied, scared.

"Go to your room and study, or I'll lock you in the closet again!"

Of course you obeyed your father and went to your room right away, you didn't want any unnecessary problems.

The next day you went to school, sat down at your desk as usual and started reading one of the books you had with you. Suddenly someone put banana milk and a sandwich on your desk. You looked up from your book and saw a smiling Seungmin, who just put down his food and sat down at his desk without saying anything. Surprised, you looked at the gift from him and saw a small note that said, "Let's meet on the roof during the break."

You had no idea why he suddenly wanted to meet with you, but you decided to meet with him. Time dragged on, you watched the ticking clock waiting for the end of classes. When the bell finally rang, you went straight to the roof of the building, but you didn't see Min go with you.

You waited for a moment upstairs, admiring the beautiful views stretching along the school for the first time. After a while, Seungmin came to the roof, looking confused.

"Y/n we need to talk." You were surprised by the sudden change in his character. "Is your... Is your father doing something to you?" He asked carefully, as if he was afraid to say one word too many.

Your eyes automatically became wide with surprise, you didn't expect such a question.

"N...No" You answered with hesitation.

Seungmin didn't stop. His voice was gentle but unyielding.

"Yesterday I overheard your conversation by accident. It didn't sound like anything. Locking yourself in a closet?... Is it because of him that you don't eat or sleep? Is he hurting you?" He continued.

"It...It's none of your business." Tears gathered in your eyes and you hang your head as if in shame.

"It is, it is mine. I can't watch you disappear before my eyes. No one should be treated like that. Y/n...Have you thought about reporting this somewhere?" He took a step closer to you.

His words pierced the invisible barrier that kept you from complete despair.

"Where! Where would I report this! No one would believe me anyway! Besides, my father has made such connections that I can't do shit to him!" You exploded, the emotions that were dormant inside you finally evaporating. Tears began to flow down your cheeks and your voice trembled.

Seungmin was shocked, he didn't expect such reaction from you. He took a step back, giving you the space you needed so much. At this moment, you felt like you were locked in the closet again - small, helpless and scared.

"I'm so scared. Every day is a nightmare for me. The most important thing is to learn and be the best. There is no room for failure, because each failure is a worse punishment. I'm scared... To the point that I'm afraid to be in my own home. And the closet... The closet is the worst. I don't want to go there. I don't want to be alone." You curled up on the ground, trying to calm down like you always did when you were alone.

It then dawned on Seungmin why you reacted like that to the second place. He connected the dots and knew perfectly well that you weren't joking. He walked up to you and put his sweatshirt on you, then sat down behind you and wrapped his arms around you. You don't know why, but you snuggled up to him almost immediately. His presence and the warmth radiating from him made you feel peace inside.

“I promise you, Y/n, that you will never be alone again. And I will do everything in my power to save you from that man.” He said, and there was a hidden promise in his voice.

You wanted to believe his words. You wanted to feel that someone was on your side. You sat cuddled up to him for a long time, and he didn't rush you. He gave you as much time as you needed. You were glad that the break was longer and you could actually wait until all the bad emotions fell from you.

“Thank you Seungmin, you don't even know how much I needed this.” You said when the bell announced the end of the break. Both of you with light smiles on your faces got up from the ground and ran to the classroom for classes.

After classes, Seungmin walked you home again. When you weren't competing with each other, you even had fun talking and discovering new sides of each other.

“Maybe we can go out to eat together sometime?” Min asked when you stood in front of your house.

His words embarrassed you slightly. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and smiled slightly.

"I'd be very happy." You replied and that's when the nightmare began.

You heard the locks being unlocked and suddenly the door opened with great force, and your father stood in it. He was furious, his hands were clenched into fists, and the vein on his forehead was pulsating.

"Is this the miserable boy who bothers you?! Because of him, your academic results have dropped so much?!" His loud voice was directed towards Seungmin, at whom he was looking.

The boy was shocked by your father's behavior. You tried to say something, explain, but before you could open your mouth, your father grabbed your arm with such force that it hurt you. Terrified, you tried to pull away, but to no avail. His fingers dug into your skin, and you had no chance of escape. Your father dragged you into the house, slamming the door in Seungmin's nose. The boy immediately started banging on the door for your father to open it, but it was in vain. The only thing he heard were loud screams from behind it.

"As you can see, you have too much free time, so let me take it away from you! Go to the closet!" He shouted, pointing to the closet he always locked you in.

You crouched down on the ground, scared, you didn't want to go there.

"You'll still rebel! " He grabbed you and literally dragged you to the closet.

A terrifying squeal flew out of your mouth and you saw Seungmin in the window, who was watching with horror what was happening in the house.

"Help me" were the only words you said before you were locked up.

The boy felt growing fear and helplessness. The only thing that came to his mind was to call the police. The waiting time dragged on mercilessly. Seungmin felt the stress tearing him apart from the inside, he bit his nails, feeling helpless. He knew that you were still locked in that horrible closet, in the place you were so afraid of. The thought of you wouldn't give him peace.

Finally, after a long moment, he heard sirens approaching. The police showed up on the scene, and Seungmin breathed a sigh of relief, although he knew that this was only the beginning. The officers knocked on the door, and your father opened it, pretending to be innocent. His cold face was a mask behind which there was anger hidden.

"Liar!" Min shouted and he could have sworn that sparks of anger flew out of your father's eyes, but Min was not going to give up. "In the closet. She's in the closet." He said and his father lunged at him, but the police officers managed to stop him. When they were not allowed to enter the house willingly, they entered by force. One of the officers pushed your father away and Seungmin, without waiting, ran towards the closet.

He opened the door violently and his heart froze at the sight of your small figure. You were sitting huddled in the corner, crying, your body shaking with fear. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your hands were clenching in your lap.

“Shhh, everything's okay. I'm with you. “ Seungmin whispered, kneeling next to you and hugging you gently.

You felt his warmth, his presence, as if the world suddenly stopped being so terrifying for a moment. Although you couldn't speak yet, you felt that you were no longer alone. For the police, the sight of you was enough to handcuff your father. They led your father away, and you, still clinging to Seungmin, knew that difficult times were coming. You were going to have to give evidence and confront what had been happening for years, but at that moment, by his side, you felt that maybe you had the strength to survive it.

When the emotions subsided a bit, Seungmin took you to his place. He knew that you couldn't be alone now, you had to have some support. His presence was something irreplaceable for you and you were glad that he had appeared on your path.

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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 4

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1588

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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Time passed quickly. After returning home, she didn't know what to do with herself. You were curious about what your new lecturer had come up with, but you were also afraid that someone would catch you. You knew that sooner or later the affair with your teacher would come to light, although you hoped it would happen later rather than sooner. 

Around eight o'clock in the evening you started getting ready for the meeting. You took a quick shower and put on a red lingerie set. You were to appear at his place after ten o'clock. You checked his address on the Internet. It turned out that Minho didn't live that far from your apartment. All you had to do was take a two-stop bus ride and you'd be there. As long as the bus wasn't late....

You put on black high-waisted pants and a plain white T-shirt. You improved your delicate makeup and, accentuating your lips with red lip gloss, you smiled at your reflection in the mirror. You were ready. On your way out, you picked up your black jacket and went to meet your teacher. 

“Should I take a gift with me?” You asked yourself. “But what does he like...?” 

You began to wonder. You didn't really know anything about him. What did he like? What did he not like? How old was he? Did he live alone? Did he have a wife? A child? Nooo, since he invited you, he must have lived alone. A lot of questions started swirling in your head. You sighed heavily. 

You glanced at your watch - you should have left by now. You took a bottle of red wine from the bar in the living room and put it in your purse. On your way out of the apartment you also took an umbrella, in case it was going to rain when you got home in the morning. You locked the door and headed for the bus stop. 

It was already dark all around, and there were few cars on the street. You waited impatiently for the bus, which was late as usual. You glanced nervously at your watch.  Should I text him? You asked yourself in your mind. No... I'll be with him soon... You began to think. 

Your pondering did not last long. The bus arrived. You got on it and headed towards your lecturer's house. Moments later you were standing in front of the door to his apartment. You rang the bell and waited. After a while, the door to the apartment opened. 

Lee Minho stood before you, wrapped in a white towel around his waist. A few more drops of water dripped from his damp hair. Your gaze followed one that ran down his entire torso, stopping only at the edge of the towel. A blush appeared on your cheeks, and you swallowed your saliva and bit your lip slightly. Minho smiled gently at this sight. 

“Hi kitten.” He said in a slightly more sensual tone. “I was expecting you a little earlier... would you like to come in?” He moved over and let you in. 

“Ekhm, yes... sorry the bus was late.” You replied, to which the man nodded. “I brought wine, I don't know if you like it, but I thought... ”

“That we could drink it together? Great idea!” He interrupted you in half a word and took the bottle from you. “Make yourself comfortable sunshine, I'll get back to you in a minute.” He added and disappeared into the bedroom. 

You had a moment to look around his apartment. The living room was connected to the kitchen. Minho apparently liked the open space. The dark furniture contrasted perfectly with the gray walls. The kitchen was decorated in a modern way, with only a bar separating it from the living room. In the corner of the living room you noticed a winding staircase that led to something, like an entresol. The corridor where you were standing also led to the room where Minho had probably disappeared and the bathroom, which was located right next door. 

You looked inside. You were struck by a pleasant wave of heat, following Minho's recent shower. You looked around the interior. Like the living room, the bathroom decor was rather dark. A large bathtub, which could easily fit two people, stood on a delicate platform against one of the walls. On the opposite wall was a large, glass-enclosed shower, and in the middle was a large countertop constructed of black marble, with a built-in sink. Above the countertop hung a huge mirror, covering the entire wall with its surface. 

“Wow...” You let out. Minho's bathroom could definitely accommodate your entire bedroom. 

“Why did I know you would be right here?” You heard his voice behind you. You jumped up, slightly frightened, and turned toward him. He was standing leaning against the doorframe, with his arms folded across his chest. He was smiling sassily at you. “Come on kitten, let's drink some wine.” He added and winked at you. Without a word, you moved behind him, watching as the white shirt he had to throw on when he entered the next room framed his muscles and the black pants highlighted his buttocks. 

“You have a nice apartment.” You said, standing at the kitchen counter and watching Minho open a bottle of wine and pour the drink into glasses. “Did you decorate it yourself?” 

“Mhm, I actually did everything myself.” He admitted handing you a glass. “I'm glad you like it.” 

“It's so... elegant. And big, definitely bigger than mine.” You said and took a sip of wine. The alcohol warmed your throat pleasantly. 

“I must come to you one day and judge for myself.” He smiled slightly at you. “Have you seen my hot tub on the balcony?”

“You have a hot tub?” You grinned. “I didn't know lecturers earned that much.” You added, then shot yourself a mental slap. Minho laughed quietly.

“I'm not just a lecturer, sunshine.” He said amused. “I'm involved in many things. I invest a lot in new projects and I am the main patron of an art gallery in the city center. I lecture rather out of boredom...”

“Really?” You blinked. “Wow, you're a really busy guy.”

“You don't even know how much...” Minho replied, slightly amused by your reaction. “Shall we sit down?” He suggested and went to the living room, where he set his wine glass down on the glass coffee table, then sat down on the leather couch in a gentle spread. 

You looked up at him, blushing. You were turned on by the sight of a man, and he didn't even do anything like that. You sipped your wine again, hoping that it would somehow make your cheeks return to their normal color. 

“”Come up to me.“” Said Minho suddenly, watching you and your every move like a hungry tiger. His voice was warm, yet firm. You obeyed and approached him. You stood right in front of him. Minho smiled slightly. “Sit down.” He added in the same tone, looking down at his thighs. You struggled with your thoughts for a moment, but after a moment's consideration, you sat on his lap with your arms around him. You rested one hand on his shoulder and held a wine glass in the other. “Good girl.” The man complimented you and looked into your eyes. “Tell me, what do you desire?” 

“I...” You were caught off guard by this question. You didn't know what to do. Minho's voice worked on you like a magnet. His tone hypnotized you to the point that all you wanted was to follow his instructions. 

“You?” He asked, slightly impatient. His hands landed on your hips. With his thumbs, he gently rolled circles on your skin. His brown eyes scowled at you with their gaze. 

“I want you.” You said quietly, barely audible. But he heard. He smiled slightly and leaned in gently, causing a slight friction between your bodies. His one hand slid under your shirt. 

“You already have me.” He whispered in your ear, biting lightly on its lobe. Then he moved his lips over your jaw and slid down to your neck. He glided along your neck slowly. His velvety lips barely touched your skin, thus making you red hot. You let out a quiet moan when he encountered the most sensitive spot on your neck. The grip on your body strengthened slightly, and Minho bit the spot that caused you to make such a sweet sound to his ears. He sucked your skin, and you moaned again, a little louder this time, squeezing his shoulder with your hand.

After a short while, Minho moved away from your neck, but continued to hold you tightly. He smiled slightly, admiring the red mark that had begun to form on your skin. He marked you. You looked at him, with slightly misty eyes. 

“”Will you stay the night?” He asked suddenly, seemingly carelessly. 

“I don't have any stuff... Plus I have class tomorrow...” You replied, not yet fully aware.

“That's okay, sunshine, I'll give you one of my shirts, although believe me, you won't need clothes today.” He replied, looking straight into your eyes. “And as for classes, I guess nothing will happen if you miss a day or two, right?”

“... Right.” You replied quietly admitting he was right. “I'll stay the night...” You added after a while with a slight smile. 

“Great!” Minho smiled.  Great... You thought. It's going to be a long night..

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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 3

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 741

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

—————————— Shock showed on your face. The lecturer, Professor Lee, seemed to be looking at you with a piercing gaze. Suddenly in the room, it would seem that everyone had disappeared and only you and him were left. His sharp gaze pierced your body. Did he recognize me? You thought. You were terrified.

“Would you like to add anything to our lecture?”The lecturer asked you calmly.

“Hmm? What? Oh, no, no… I'm sorry." You replied, and everyone else in the room looked at you.

"Then please do not disturb... You will stay after the lecture, Miss." He announced and went back to teaching. You swallowed the gulp that formed in your throat. You didn't know what to expect. The memory of Saturday's adventure flashed through your mind again.

"Someone's in trouble here." Lisa chirped, looking at you with contempt. You rolled your eyes and waited in suspense for the end of class.

Time dragged on and on. You glanced impatiently at the clock. Finally, the lecturer announced the end of the lecture. The students began to leave the room one by one. Maybe if I leave now, he won't notice? You thought as you watched the teacher searching for something in his bag. You were about to cross the threshold of the hall when you heard his voice.

"I thought I told you to stay after the lecture." He said calmly, but firmly enough for you to stop mid-step. “Please close the door and come to me.”

"O-okay." You stammered slightly, and did as the man ordered. You stood right in front of him. It was just you and him in the class. He smiled slightly at you and tucked a strand of unruly hair behind your ear. You, as if paralyzed, did not step back.

"Who would have thought we'd meet again." The man said and gently brushed your shoulder. “And under circumstances like this…”

"Ehm, yes..." You blushed slightly. "What happened between us on Saturday…" You began hesitantly.

"It happened, and you were very good, sunshine." He interrupted you mid-sentence. “And we will continue to do so.”

“What?!” You wondered. “What do you mean we will continue? After all, you're my lecturer, this can't be happening! What if someone finds out?”

"They'll only know if one of us talks. I'm not going to tell anyone, are you?” He said as he played with your hair.

“I won't say but…” You started.

"If you don't tell anyone, we have nothing to worry about, baby." He lifted the corner of his mouth slightly upwards and wrapped a strand of your hair around his finger. "Besides, we both know you want it as much as I do, right?" He tugged your hair lightly and you hissed softly, which made him smile.

“And how do you imagine… this?” You asked, curiosity from the new experience taking control of you.

“Very simple.” He shrugged and let your hair go. “You will be at my beck and call but in return I offer you great fun and if you behave well, rewards.” He winked. “We'll see what kind of rewards… But you're not allowed to tell anyone about what's going on between us, and you're not allowed to go to clubs anymore, well at least no without me. Oh, and also, you can't sleep with anyone…”

“And if I don't follow your terms?” You asked, more curious. But after all he cannot forbid you from doing your favorite activities, right? 

“Well, then you will be punished.” He answered without any resistance. “And believe me, honey, I'm very inventive.” He lifted your chin slightly, looking straight into your eyes. “Very.” He whispered in your ear and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You're cute when you blush, honey... Alright, it's time to go.” He moved away from you. “Here you have my address and telephone number. Come to me tonight after ten o'clock.” He handed you a small piece of paper and then left, leaving you alone in the classroom.

You didn't know what you had actually agreed to or what your lecturer, Lee Minho, was planning. You sighed softly and headed towards the exit. You didn't know what to expect, but instead of fear, you were filled with excitement and curiosity. You looked at the note he had given you. Are you really planning on going to see him tonight?

“Actually, why not?” You said to yourself and left the school with new energy.

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