Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 1 - The Offer

He was staring.

Every single time you looked up, he was looking at you, his face a mask of expressionless intensity. You could see the heat behind his gaze; it looked to you like actual smoke curled in the shadows beneath his thick lashes. You glanced around the room, unsettled by those dark eyes, the ever-so-slight smirk, the almost inquisitive tilt of his head. Nobody else seemed to notice. He was devastatingly handsome, but it was as if he was examining you, a mere bug on a pin. It was creepily hot. You struggled to stay in your seat. Every instinct told you to get up and leave, but your business was here... and to be honest, a small but very important part of you was on fire, too. This had been going on for the whole meeting; almost an hour nonstop. How were you supposed to ignore it, or stop the heat it was building in you?

You took a deep breath, resolving to push through this meeting, the dinner, and whatever entertainment your boss had planned - and then get as far away from Lee Minho as you could before you fell down on your knees, begging for whatever it was he so very obviously wanted to give you.

Beside him, kicked back in his seat and looking as cool as a man possibly could, Han Jisung put off a different energy. You could feel the directness of his personality, his quirky sense of humor barely covering an undercurrent of darkness. You couldn't stop looking at his full lips; it was the second thing distracting you from the conversation going on around you. He lowered his head and looked at you directly, letting his eyes drop down to your chest and back up to your lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your eyes again. He winked. Winked! You felt a shiver go through you from head to toe. Jisung's beautiful mouth curled into a cocky smile as he looked from Lee Know's face to yours and back. Lee Know gave a slight nod and arched one eyebrow, never taking his eyes off of you. Still smiling, Jisung's tongue quickly slipped along his bottom lip as he returned his gaze to you. A signal had been passed, and you had no idea.

"Let's go grab dinner, folks. On us." Your boss Mr. Tama stood with a big smile, gesturing to the group of ridiculously handsome men around the table. You stood up, happy to have survived what started out as your average business meeting with yet another boy band. Your company brought many of them to the US to tour, handling hospitality and logistics for several Korean groups who were making a splash in America. SKZ had been on the docket for a long time, and your company had finally won the contract. There was no way the boss was going to let them go without stuffing them full of the best steaks and drinks this city had to offer, thrilled that they were going to make the company SO. MUCH. MONEY. When he asked you to come along, a mere photographer who would be documenting some of the group's exploits in America, you jumped at the chance.

Meeting the guys would be exciting, you thought; you weren't exactly a "stay" but everyone in the office was in love with their music, and you were blown away by the talent each member had in spades. Not only that, but they were pretty easy on the eyes, to say the least... You planned to wear something demure, but you couldn't resist choosing a dress that showed off your figure. You'd left your hair loose, frustrated after trying to pin it up a hundred different ways. You felt pretty but not overly sexual, which was the very image you wanted to portray. Nice, approachable, but not dangerous. You waited by the window, watching the limo that pulled up spill out eight stunning creatures, each one a full on masterpiece, and a couple of handlers who looked like they had their hands quite full.

As they had come into the room, you shook each man's hand, smiling and bowing slightly. You tried to look each one in the eyes, though it was hard - they were all just so heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Chan. Hyunjin. Knees trembling. Hold it together, girl. Seungmin. Jeongin. Deep breath, deep breath. Changbin grinning and pumping your hand, then Han looking sexily at you with a half smile and a firm grip. He moved on and it suddenly felt like a beam of sunshine warmed you up; you actually caught your breath when Felix pressed his hand into yours and smiled - a real smile, it looked like, from the heart. Behind him, though, was Minho. And he did not smile.