strawberry shortcake

14. repercussions

Minho kept his gaze down, averting his eyes from the smiling half blonde who lead him back from Mingi's room through the confusing hallways.

He didn't look up until he was pulled into a tight hug right before the door of his and Han's room. It wasn't the first time he got hugged that day, and he wasn't particularly complaining, even though he knew it was breaking the rules, the small show of affection brought him peace he was so badly missing the passed weeks. "Enjoy your honeymoon." He hummed into Taemin's hair as they pulled apart and looked at him with a happy smile.

"Thank you Minho...

I had so much fun with you I hope we'll see each other again." They hugged once again before they had to part and Taemin opened the door, planning on sneaking into Minho's room where they were supposed to be.

What he didn't know was that Han left the meeting early to go check if Minho perhaps decided to not break the rules after all. And how dissatisfied he was when he found an empty and dark apartment.

Taemin froze in his place as he spotted the eerily quiet boss sitting in one of the armchairs with a glass of some brown-ish alcohol.

Han's gaze shifted from the ground onto them and Minho felt his heart stop beating for a few seconds when their eyes met. He knew he was getting punished.

"Good evening sir, didn't expect you to be back so early." Taemin kept his cool and bowed as low as he could and Minho followed his action right after. He felt the two dark eyes burning holes into his head and it almost made him shake in fear.

"What was your task Taemin?" Han asked, his deep voice causing Minho to shudder as goosebumps jumped up on his skin. He was scared, terrified of what was to happen to them for not following his orders.

"To stay with Minho in his room." Taemin answered automatically and lowered his head to show his boss his devotion as the latter still watched them with expression that hid his anger behind an empty mask.

"And did you go through with the task?" Han asked once again and stood up from his armchair. He downed the alcohol and set the glass on a coffee table that stood right before a big comfortable looking couch on a soft carpet.

"I looked after him sir." The atmosphere was very tense to say the least. The sun that had set down a few hours prior causing the room to be covered in darkness, only two lamps lighting up the room with yellow-ish glow.

"That was not my question." Han's voice was firm and deeper than Minho had ever heard from him. He watched them both with cold and empty expression, his dark brown eyes appearing pitch black and even more threatening than normally.

"What am I supposed to do with you now Taemin? Normally I would leave it to Soobin since he's your supervisor, but you had the audacity to disobey me, and I feel betrayed now. Can I not trust you anymore Taemin? You didn't have trouble doing it once, are your actions going to repeat themselves?" Han took slow steps towards them, Minho's heartbeat rising with each one of them. The dominance that dripped from his voice left Minho torn.

The heat that was rising at the pit of his stomach bothered him more than ever, because this was not the right time and place to feel lustful and he hated his body for reacting that way.

He hated the way his body reacted to Han in general. It felt so wrong but he couldn't help himself.

The youngest among them stepped even closer and Minho's breath hitched. Fear was the main thing he felt at the moment. How could he not when the scary leader watched them both like a prey.

He wasn't scared for himself though, he was scared for Taemin, because he knew what was Han capable of and the last thing he wanted was for the oreo-haired man to go through the pain the boss was going to put him through.