The elemental bonds

Ch -13 " Sweet Dreams"

In the depths of slumber, Hyunjin found himself in a dreamy palace-like room, embraced by the warmth of silver-haired Minho. Their bodies entwined beneath the sheets, Minho's chest adorned with playful hickeys and a subtle tattoo that read "Sarang" under his right pec. Hyunjin relished the sensation of Minho's gentle fingers stroking his hair and tracing his wide, naked back, the endearment of "princess" falling from Minho's lips like a tender melody.

With a soft smile gracing his lips, Hyunjin stirred from his dream, only to find Dark-haired Minho peacefully sleeping on his chest, shirtless and with hair cascading over his forehead. Hyunjin couldn't help but admire the perfect view before him, delicately brushing away stray strands of hair that threatened to obscure Minho's serene expression.

Noticing a faint frown forming on Minho's forehead, Hyunjin gently massaged it away with a tender touch, watching as the tension melted from Minho's features. Contentment washed over him as he settled back into the embrace of sleep, his mind wandering to the thought of how silver hair might complement Minho's already captivating presence.

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[HYUNJIN'S POV]

As I lay there, on the edge of slipping back into slumber, my mind swirling with the memories of Midnight Mirage. The drunken attempt to kiss Minho played over and over again in my head, followed by the embarrassing moments of passing out on his chest ,not once, but twice I have tried to kiss him by now. Thoughts of the elevator scene where Chan carried an unconscious Felix while Minho supported me also danced in my mind. But what struck me the most was Minho's unexpected self-control, even in his intoxicated state, as I teased him with playful words and gestures.

With a pang of embarrassment, I couldn't help but worry, "What if Minho thinks I'm a pervert? "The weight of my actions pressed down on me, conflicting with the paradoxical arousal that Minho's display of self-restraint ignited within me, stirring up desires I hadn't expected. A knot formed in my stomach, a tangled mess of arousal and confusion.

Seeking refuge, I retreated to the bathroom, running a bath in an attempt to soothe my racing mind and turbulent emotions. But as I sat there, the warm water enveloping me, I found myself unable to resist the urge to touch myself. With each tug and caress on my throbbing cock , my thoughts drifted back to Minho-his kissable lips, his dark eyes, the enticing image of his features contorted in pleasure.

Lost in my fantasies, I imagined the sensation of Minho's lips around my length, the sound of his moans filling the air. The desire to pleasure him consumed me, igniting a primal hunger I had never known before. As I continued to stroke myself, the image of Minho's hands ghosting over my hips sent shivers down my spine.

With each stroke, my arousal peaked, my mind consumed by thoughts of Minho. And then, with a surge of pleasure, I reached my climax, stifling my moans of ecstasy as I rode the waves of my release.

Breathless and spent, I lay there in the quiet aftermath, my body still tingling with pleasure. I couldn't help but wonder, "Will Minho ever let me pleasure him like this? Will he moan with the same intensity, feel the same satisfaction? "The question lingered in my mind as I drifted off to relax in the bath , my thoughts consumed by the tantalizing prospect of exploring my desires with Minho.

As I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, erasing any traces of my earlier escapade, a rush of nerves coursed through me. Returning to the room, still damp and clad in nothing but a towel around my lower half, I was met with the sight of Minho sitting on the bed, his messy hair framing his face and a noticeable bulge in his briefs. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, I couldn't help but gulp at the sight. Minho looked eternal and undeniably hot.

My eyes roamed over him from head to toe, taking in every captivating detail. But something felt different; there was a poker face on Minho, a stark departure from his usual expressions. Frozen in place, I watched as Minho rose from the bed and advanced toward me, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety swirling within me.

Before I could react, Minho pressed me against the wall, his hands firmly gripping my hips as he closed the distance between us. My breath hitched in my throat as Minho traced water droplets along my abs and pecs, sending shivers down my spine. His lavender eyes bore into mine, a silent warning conveyed through their intense gaze.

"Hwang, don't start a game you can't finish!!" Minho's voice was low, his words sending a thrill down my spine. It was unlike his usual endearments-no princess, no jinnie, no Hyunjin. In that moment, I knew I had crossed a line.

As Minho pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge, I couldn't help but wonder if this was how he felt when I left him wanting more. The thought ignited a fire within me, mingling with the embarrassment of being scolded by Minho. His use of my last name, "Hwang," sent a surge of heat through me, reigniting my desire.

All I could manage was a whispered apology as Minho retreated to the hotel washroom, leaving me flustered and breathless in his wake. His signature smirk flashed before he disappeared behind the door.

After Minho's departure, I stood there, still reeling from the intensity of our encounter. The air crackled with tension, leaving me grappling with a myriad of conflicting emotions. Guilt gnawed at me for pushing boundaries with Minho, yet a thrill coursed through me at the memory of his commanding presence.

As I leaned against the wall, my mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired. The memory of Minho's hands on my skin lingered, sending tingles down my spine. I couldn't shake the feeling of his proximity, the heat of his breath against my skin.

But amidst the turmoil, one thing remained clear , I needed to confront the consequences of my actions. The realization weighed heavily on me as I contemplated how to address the tension between Minho and me. With a sigh, I resolved to approach him with honesty and sincerity, determined to navigate the complexities of our relationship with clarity and respect.

As I gathered my thoughts and summoned the courage to face Minho, I couldn't shake the lingering sensation of his touch. Each step toward the bathroom felt like a journey fraught with uncertainty, yet I knew I had to confront the aftermath of our encounter.

As I reached the bathroom door, I hesitated for a moment, steeling myself for what lay ahead. With a deep breath, I pushed open the door, expecting to find Minho amidst the steam and solitude. And there he was, leaning against the counter, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

For a moment, we stood there in silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. I could feel the weight of his gaze, probing and searching, as if trying to decipher the thoughts racing through my mind.

With a steadying breath, I met his gaze, determined . "Minho," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "I... I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I crossed a line, and I shouldn't have."

Minho's expression softened, a hint of understanding flickering in his eyes. "Hyunjin," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, "what happened earlier... it was unexpected, but it's not something we can ignore. We need to talk about this."

I nodded, grateful for his willingness to address the situation openly.

As the tension eased between us, Minho's voice broke the silence again . "Hyunjin," he said, his tone gentle yet decisive, "let me shower first. Then we can talk over a meal."

His words were like a balm to my racing thoughts, offering a reprieve from the intensity of our exchange. I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me at the prospect of giving us both some time to collect our thoughts.

"Of course, Minho," I replied, my voice soft with gratitude. "Take your time. I'll wait for you outside."