Butterflies | Chan ✓

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Third person
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"You have no idea what you're doing, Chris."

Of course Chan had been to clubs a few times, but currently, he was beginning to notice all the things Minho had spoken, the way the girls were seductively attractive, the drinks and even the private rooms. Minjun was quite surprised when he had asked for that, it couldn't possibly be that? She pondered throughout the walk there, curious as to why he would want this?

"Yes, I do," Chan defended his action, but his tone exposed just how uncertain he was.

"Oh really?" Minjun cocked a brow up, picking up how he refused to look at her, just like he did the first day. "You're such a big boy, aren't you? And you know what these private rooms are used for right?" she slowly encircled her arms around his neck, hopping, her legs easily going around his torso.

"Whoa, Jun, stop!" Chan laughed nervously, keeping his hands up, he wanted to avoid holding any part of her exposed skin, deeming it as inappropriate.

"Isn't it what you're here for?" Minjun pouted, her lips inches away from his sensitive neck.

"No! God, no," Chan shook his head profusely. He was only here because she complained about not feeling like it, like skipping work for a day. "I just. . . Uh-" he couldn't voice out his stupid plan to lure her in here, so she could stay the night away from work. Was that even possible? Do they have a timer so something?

"Time is money, Bang Chan, do you want it or not?"

"I do," The brunette was taken aback by har response, her grip on him getting weaker. Chan noticed how her mood dropped and felt the need to explain better. "Not like that, I just want you to spend time with me," it wasn't the whole truth, but at least it wasn't a total lie.

"Oh? Um," Minjun's face flushed pink. "That will cost ya, you know?"

"I know," The blue haired nodded.

Minjun got off the taller, walking over to the little bar tucked in for guest to get wasted. "That's a weird request, Bang, you sound like a kindergartener looking for a friend," she tsk'd pouring herself a glass.

"Aren't we friends?"

Minjun glared at him, a scrawl on her face. "You can't keep coming here, you know?" she hummed, offering him a drink which he turned down. "It'll raise suspicions."

"What? Can't I be a regular?" the taller mused.

"You can, but I meant like around me."

"Let me guess, your boss?" the blue haired rolled his eyes, this was usually how their conversation always ends. He was now sat on the sofa, arms crossed. Minjun hummed, attesting to his earlier guess, feeling elated that he actually came, although his reason was quite vague. "Tough."

"Thank you for coming, really," Minjun straddled the taller, making him perplexed, wondering what she might be up to. She ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up.

"What are you. . . doing?" he made it clear that he wasn't here for that reason, right? What could she possibly be upto?

"You can't go out look all decent, can you now?" Minjun leaned back, scanning her work, humming in discontent, she wrung his shirt a bit, earning a nod from Chris. "bite your lip..." Chan hesitated. "...or you want me to do it?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Ugh, flirt back old man!"

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Ayo, it's been so long I updated this book, I forgot to add the never have I ever in the previous chapter

But I just added it now
Incase you're down to answer
Thank you!

Never have I ever: pretend to see a ghost

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