The Three Worst Secrets

The Beginning Of The End

Minho held his hands up, walking closer. "Woah 'Lix. We are not sleeping together. Not even platonically."

"That's not true. You are. And you deserve revenge. I... let Seungie trick you. Didn't think to warn you or anything. I didn't know you would be someone I'd like! Okay?! I thought you were like all the others! Dense little rich kids with bad personalities."

"Felix? I swear I'm not doing anything with Chan."

He continued talking over him, getting louder. "And everyone wants to fuck you anyway! I can see it on all of their faces. In their heads. Binnie wants to fuck you. Jinnie and Seung and Jisung. Of course, Chan would too. He's just a normal guy. A normal, talented, perfect guy." He was crying. Wielding the large bottle like a club.

"Felix? Chan doesn't like me like that. He likes you."

"He used to!"

"He still does." He could hear his heart thumping in his ears. Fighting always made him feel tense. Like everything was out of his control.

"No he doesn't! Now all we do is argue! About you!"

Minho had been noticing their strange activities, but he'd been trying to give them space. He saw now that was probably a bad idea. "Okay, well I promise you; nothing is happening."

"Be honest. I won't be mad at you Minnie, I swear. You can't help being irresistible. And I'm sure you're good at all those things..."

His stomach dropped. "Good at what?"

"All of it. You have such nice lips... look like, a pretty little porcelain doll."

He knew it wasn't the same. It was nothing like what his father had said. But it was so close to the idea. Unwanted attention on his body from someone he considered to be family.

So, he meant that he was probably good at sucking dick. Good at being a toy for other boys to use to get off. Good at taking it.

Minho held his stomach and took a shaking step back. "You're drunk 'Lix. We shouldn't be talking about this stuff right now. I haven't done anything okay? I swear to you."

"I want to believe you... I really do." He was crying again, rubbing the hand fisted around the bottleneck up against his eyes.

"You can."

"Let me smell you."

"What?"

"Channie wears only one kind of cologne. Let me make sure by smelling you."

"I was in his car Felix, I might smell like him anyway."

"No. He doesn't put on enough to smell up his car. It would only rub off on you if you two were touching. Skin to skin."

Minho thought back on the night. Had they touched? He couldn't remember. Maybe when they sat together in the VIP section? Chan's arm might've brushed up against his own.

"Fine. Smell me if it'll make you feel better. But we didn't touch."

Felix stumbled up to him, reeking of fumes. He gripped Minho's shoulder a little hard, bending down near enough to press their lips together- sniffing at his mouth. Then his neck.

"Open your mouth Minnie."

That was a bad sentence. His skin pebbled beneath his clothes, reliving his father's mental breakdown with too-quick clarity. It was an unstoppable onslaught. Picture memories, flipping behind his eyes. His mother's torn dress, the view of his father from the floor, the sound of slick cucumber skin scraping against his front teeth.