The Three Worst Secrets

The Shoe And The Stairs

Seungmin drove home with his hand aching. He should've been more careful, but Minho was proving difficult to deny. He had made his mind up to watch him tremble and writhe with the pain of an unsatisfied orgasm, and then right at the last moment he'd caved. Why?

"What is he doing to me?" he said aloud.

It wasn't only the elder. Hyunjin needed to be dealt with too. He'd done the only thing he'd been asked not to. And he'd done it more than once.

He had to sneak back in, but it was easy. Most of the butlers could be paid off for an hour or two of freedom, just so long as he wasn't seen outside.

"Minho!" Changbin again. He was running over, probably late to his next class. "You weren't at the lunch spot today, I've been worried sick about you!"

"Sorry Binnie. I meant to text you but I kept forgetting." He said, shooting off a few texts to Felix and Seungmin while he walked.

"New phone?"

"Yeah, here." He sent him a message. "Save my number."

"Oh, okay. I didn't see you after the show. I sold out again! But you looked kind of uh- drunk."

"I was."

"Right. And then when I called you I guess your dad answered? He said he was taking your phone away but now you have a new one."

"Seungie bought it for me."

"That's great. Hey Min? Can we talk?" he put a hand on the elder's wrist, walking them into an emptier hallway.

"What's wrong?"

"You look kind of frazzled."

"My parents are just doing the creepy silent thing. I'm a little worried about it."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I think so. Don't worry about me so much." His smile was bright and cheery.

"Okay. I'll try."

Hyunjin got the text on Monday morning. It was from Minho's new number- he'd told Seungmin about them.

He was a little annoyed, but glad that it was out in the open. They chatted a little more about how much trouble he was in with his parents, and he reminded the elder to reach out if he needed anything. He still couldn't get the thought of those bruises out of his head. Unfortunately, Minho was under Seungmin's masterful hands, and he feared the repercussions when the young playboy finally cut him loose.

Thursday.

"Minho!"

He jumped up, hurrying out to where his parents were standing. "Yes?"

"The Kims are coming over tonight. I need everything to go smoothly. Even though you don't deserve to hang out with anyone, I believe his son IS coming. Best behavior. Right?"

"Yes sir."

"Go change."

When they got there everything fell easily into place. It was almost like the night rang with its own destiny. A pre-destined outcome.

Seungmin greeted Minho's parents and they were sent off to his room to 'play' until the food was ready.

As soon as the door closed he pressed up behind him, kissing the elder into the wood.

"Mmm!"

"Missed you."

"I can tell."

"You like the phone?"