YOUR OWNER |minsung|

Part 4

Han shifted to the side, lowering his shirt even lower to his knees because it wasn't that long

"You wanted to go to the bathroom now go!" Minho haven't take his eyes off Han, for him Han looked more cute than sexy at this moment. Eventually Han squatted with his legs folded and as he put his shirt over them, Minho couldn't see anything more

"you look like you're 16 and you're acting like teenager as well" Minho adjusted the door again and went to the bathroom. Han got up from the floor and threw himself on the bed, covering himself almost over his head, leaving only his eyes peeking out as he tried to fall asleep. Or at least to enjoy the softness of the bed, he hasn't slept more than 4 hours in the last 6 months. Performances for him end at 4am while the other employees leave when they raise as much money as they want, he didn’t work for himself but for the dealers who owned him. Even though he could sleep, he slept on the couch in the backstage at the club, which was not comfortable at all. As soon as he wakes up, he goes to trainings and finishes until he needs to get ready for the performance, with all the hidden bruises from the pole that irritated his skin. A few minutes after Han closed his eyes, Minho came out of the bathroom not realizing that Han wanted to sleep.

"you're already asleep"

"if you worked every day non-stop you would be tired too" Han covered himself with a blanket over his head. He closed his eyes again but then he felt some moves on bed. He turned to the other side, but did not expect Minho

"go to your room"

"oh really , you're a guest in my bed just to inform you "

"wait, you are rich and you don't have no more than one room with a bed"

"Maybe I have, in another house. But this is for you and me." Minho leaned back on his pillow and turned to Han

"I'm really lucky that you're next to me" Minho removed a lock of hair that was over Han's face, over his left eye. Han didn't have the nerve to argue with him and just turned to the other side. Minho didn't ask him any more questions, but fell asleep just like him.

next day

Han was awakened by the sound of a door banging coming from below. He opened his eyes after falling asleep for the first time. He looked at the electric clock on the chair, it was 3pm. He slept more than he thought he would sleep. He got out of bed and headed for the hallway, not knowing which room he would get to. But in the end, he reached the room from last night. No one was on the couch, but he saw a rich man with a frying pan in the kitchen.

"good morning pretty, did you sleep well"

"honestly wonderful, and you're like cooking or something? "

"yeah for you, who else would cook"

"don't you have a maid"

"not here, I'm capable without them"

Han leaned against the bar as he watched Minho cook

"waiting for something to burn so you'll make fun of me"

"Exactly" Minho looked at Han again, looking him from head to toe. Then Han remembered the fact that he was still wearing only a T-shirt that was not even up to his knees.

"you became shy again ha" Minho smirked at him and turned his attention back to the pan

"pervert" Han muttered but Minho certainly heard him which made him smile again. He set the pan aside and went behind Han, opening one of the drawers. But along the way he stood behind Han and bent down to him
" hey pretty" Minho called out to Han with the nickname he gave him. Han still didn't wake up completely, he looked to the side where Minho was. Minho bent down to Han's head as he moved his head to his with his hand. Leaving a short kiss on Han's lips, and then back to the pan again. Han didn't understand at that moment what just happened, he didn't understand what Minho did because he liked it

"WHAT THE FUCK"