Stray Kids: Their Girl

Chapter 29: Let Loose

There is spice, hope you enjoy the chapter~

The events at the Han River had left us all shaken. Jeonghan's threats were a dark cloud hanging over us, but the boys' unwavering support gave me strength. After returning to the dorm, we gathered in the living room, the tension still palpable. I could see the worry etched on their faces, but there was also determination. We were in this together.

"Let's not let him ruin our night," Chan said, trying to lift the mood. "We've got each other, and that's what matters."

Felix nodded, his voice soft. "Yeah, let's focus on us. We can deal with Jeonghan when the time comes."

Seungmin, ever the pragmatic one, suggested, "How about we order some food and watch a movie? We could all use a distraction."

The idea was met with enthusiasm, and soon we were gathered on the couch with an array of takeout containers spread out before us. The atmosphere began to lighten as we joked and shared stories. I felt a warmth in my heart, knowing that despite the chaos, I was surrounded by people who genuinely cared for me.

As the movie played, I found myself nestled between Hyunjin and Minho. Hyunjin's arm was draped casually over my shoulders, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my arm. Minho, on the other hand, was more reserved, but his presence was just as comforting. He sat close, his hand occasionally brushing against mine, sending sparks through my body.

After the movie ended, we decided to play some games. Laughter filled the room as we competed in various challenges, the boys' playful banter a welcome distraction from the day's events. It was during a particularly intense game of charades that Minho pulled me aside, his expression serious.

"Can we talk for a moment?" he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, following him to his room. Once inside, he closed the door, and I could feel the tension between us. Minho had always been a bit of an enigma to me—his tough exterior often hid the depth of his emotions.

"Chija," he began, taking a deep breath. "I need you to know that what happened today... it scared me. The thought of losing you or seeing you hurt—it terrifies me."

I stepped closer, my heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. "Minho, I feel the same way. But with all of you by my side, I know we can face anything."

He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek. "I don't want you to ever feel alone. No matter what happens, we're here for you."

The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine. "I know," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "And I'm grateful for that."

His thumb brushed against my lips, and I felt a surge of longing. The moment stretched between us, filled with unspoken emotions. Slowly, he closed the distance, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both gentle and fervent. It was as if all the fear and worry melted away, replaced by the warmth of his love.

We moved to the bed, the kiss deepening as our hands explored each other. Minho's touch was both tender and demanding, igniting a fire within me. I could feel his need, his desire, and it mirrored my own. As our clothes fell away, we lost ourselves in the connection, our bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of both passion and love.

His hands roamed over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise—a promise of unwavering support, of love that would endure despite the challenges we faced. As we came together, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just us, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment.

Afterwards, we lay tangled in each other's arms, the silence filled with the sound of our breathing. Minho's fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, his touch soothing. "You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead.