Affection || Lee Minho

i love you too, i'm afraid

a/n : welcome to part 2 of this series! i hope you enjoyed the first part. this part does contain an explicit part which has been marked as (warning- smut starts) and (warning- smut ends) so you can skip that portion. other than that, i hope you like it! <3

Minho shrugged off his blazer, carelessly tossing it aside as he sank onto the sofa.

Meeting after meeting after meeting, he was exhausted.

The thought of inviting you over felt like a good idea, but you still hadn't replied.

Rubbing his forehead, he stared at his phone

Seen three hours ago.

From a person who replied within minutes, he didn't know how to react.

But ever since Soyeon had borderline shooed you off, something had changed.

You'd walked off so abruptly, and as much as he wanted to stop you, he didn't.

He couldn't.

Because he didn't just want to stop you.

He wanted to hold your hand and lead you out.

Take you to dinner.

Everything that he shouldn't have wanted to do.

That was what'd led him to even agree to help Soyeon out with her "project", even though he knew it was just an excuse to get him alone.

But at that point, he was willing to do anything to wipe the want of you lingering in the darkest corners of his heart.

It had miserably failed.

As she talked away, all he could think about was you.

The look on your face as you walked away.

I'm sorry, y/n.

He still remembered seeing you for the first time, outside that conference room, standing like you owned the place.

You couldn't hold eye contact and he'd smirked, but before anything more could happen, you'd walked away.

That whole meeting, all he could think of was who you were.

And then the gala happened, and there you were standing across the ballroom, downing champagne like there was no tomorrow.

He didn't know exactly what the color you were wearing was, but the way it shone on you did something to him, and before he knew it he was crossing the floor, determined not to let you get away this time.

And he succeeded.

Y/n.

What a pretty name.

You'd pulled him to dance during a waltz, and as his arms came around your waist, and got closer, he decided that he wanted you.

And by the way, you'd locked your hands around his neck, staring right at his lips,

He'd guessed the feeling was mutual.

It was.

The night you two had come to your agreement, was the start of his downfall.

Because right after he'd joined your company, and started spending more and more time with you.

Falling for you.

It didn't help that he was already addicted to the way you got him off.

So when he saw you were that great everywhere,