𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 || MɪɴCʜᴀɴ

𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥

Disclaimer: The chapter contains SLIGHT Smut.

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"Min? We are here. We are home wake up?" Chan gently tried to wake Minho up.

"Hmm...2 more minutes." Minho groaned turning around.

"Min..we are in the car. Wake up."

"Huh? What?" Minho half opened his eyes and looked around. "Oh yeah. Sorry, I fell asleep," he said and stretched his hands. "Let's go," he said trying to open the car door.

"Wait. Don't go yet."

"Why? What is it?"

"Wear your wig, Dumbass."

"Oh yeah. Right. Forgot." he said and put on his wig before getting out.

Going inside the house, they were greeted by an over-excited Anna. "How did your date go?"

"Chill out Anna. We just came home. Let us rest a bit?" Said Chan.

"Secondly. It wasn't a date."Minho corrected.

"Oh really? What did you two do then the whole day?"

"Umm. Went shopping...ate lunch..watched a movie?"

"That's exactly a date. Really fine one even. What do you mean it's not."

"Because it's not. We just hung out."

"Oh my God Unnie. Okay, you didn't. Happy? My bad." Anna shook her head.

"You two done? Let's go to room Leena. I am extremely tired."

"Yeah. Sure."

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It was nighttime. After the long day, Bangchan went for a shower to freshen himself up. While Minho was lying in bed scrolling his phone without even fully concentrating. He didn't find anything interesting. Everything was boring him. There is nothing for him to do in that house, except for roaming around the house pretending to be a girl. Even though Chan was trying his best to keep him entertained something was still missing in his life now. Which he used to be engaged in too much. Sex.

It would be a lie if he says he isn't horny. He is. Very much. He was a person was was wildly involved in sexual activities. Which he is incapable of doing now. And he couldn't say that to Chan either. Should he just masturbate? He thought to himself. Just then he heard the bathroom door crack. Opening the door, came out a still wet Chan only wearing a towel around his waist. Spreading the fragrance of shampoo in the whole room.

Minho's eyes widened at the sight in front of him and he quickly looked away. "Dude, why are you naked?"

"I am not naked. I am covered with a towel."

"You are still half naked. Look at you" Even though Minho hated it, he couldn't help but look at the sight again. Chan was looking at him. With his wet hair covering his forehead, and water dipping through his abs. Would it be too bad if he licked it? "What the fuck am I thinking?! Fuck!" Minho could feel his cheeks turning hot. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop his wild imagination.

"Minho why are your ears so red?" asked Chan.

"What? My ears?" Minho realized that wasn't the only effect that Chan had on him. There was another one. More embarrassing. He could clearly feel his thing getting hard under his pants. Did I just get turned on by Chan? By a fucking man? What the fuck is happening to me?"