A Game Of Love & Flames (Minsung)

Chapter 24

JISUNG

As I paced around my room, my mind raced with thoughts of earlier that day. The teasing. The kiss. The knife against my bare skin. Minho had left me breathless, wanting more, only to walk away with that infuriating smirk. I mean, sure, Changbin had interrupted.. not intentionally, but still.

It wasn't just about the physical pull, though. It was the way Minho always seemed to be in control. That was something unfortunately I had not had over my life.. control. Trying to solve everything by myself was exhausting. I hate how much I like it, him taking over.

But not tonight. Tonight, I decided I was going to change the rules. If Minho wanted to play games, then I would make sure it was on my terms.

I had always been underestimated, the "cute" one, the playful one, the innocent one.. in some ways, this was definitely an advantage. In others, it made me nieve and vulnerable. But there was a side to me Minho hadn't seen.. a darker side that I choose to keep concealed until it's needed.. and Minho was about to learn about it the hard way.

I looked myself over and smirked at my reflection as I finished applying the last touch of makeup. My eyes were sharp with eyeliner, lips a deep red. I decided to wear an outfit that clung to my figure. It was sultry and provocative, accentuating my tiny waist and plump behind. The heels I wore (yes heels, eeek) clicked against the floor as I strutted, my confidence only growing after a shot of tequila. I looked lethal, and I felt it, too.

With everything ready, I sent a
message to Felix, Seungmin, and
Jeongin. After I'd gathered them all, I explained my plan. They were hesitant at first, but they all agreed. They all knew the game I was playing, and they trusted my judgements.

I made my way down to the basement to prepare. Within minutes, Minho was in the basement, slightly disoriented but fully conscious. We had the bright idea to sedate him to get him down the stairs easier, so when he woke, it would be like a real hostage situation. We hadn't really sedated him, we just gave him
enough of a haze to get him down without too much resistance. Now, though, he was fully aware, his sharp gaze locking onto mine as he stirred in the chair, tied securely but not painfully.

Struggle all you like, bunny boy, you're not getting out of this.

I circled him slowly, my heels clicking against the concrete floor of the torture room Minho had so meticulously kept. I chuckled softly at his attempts to free himself.

"How does it feel?" I whispered, leaning in close enough that he could feel my breath against the shell of his ear. "To be at someone else's mercy for once?"

Minho's lips curled into a slow smile despite his situation. "You think you can handle me, Jisung?" Good god, i want to find out. His voice was low, taunting. But that didn't deter me, I had prepared for this.

I ran my hand down his sculpted chest eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, l don't think. l know I could"

I decided to step back and began to move, swaying my hips seductively, staring deep into his eyes. I danced around the chair, deliberately slow, letting the tension build. Minho's eyes darkened with desire and frustration, and I was enjoying every second of it.

I decided i wanted to up the anti, so to speak. So I trailed a blade, one of his favourites along my body, letting it cut through the thin fabric of my outfit ever so slightly. Not enough to harm, just enough to tease.

I watched as his jaw clenched as he watched, but only smirked back at him in response, feeling the shift in the air.

Got ya.

I was the one in control tonight. When Minho tried to pull against his restraints, growling low, I quickly pressed the dagger to his throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him. "Ah, ah" I said, wagging my finger at him. "Behave, or we stop right here. And I know you don't want that."

Minho's gaze flickered, a storm of emotions raging in his eyes, desire, frustration, but also respect. He leaned his head back against the chair, his smirk still intact. "You're enjoying this more than I thought you would" He said as he stared deep into my soul.

I straddled him, careful of the blade, and tangled my fingers into his hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his neck. "There's a lot you think you may know about me, but you are yet to discover it all" I whispered, my lips brushing against Minho's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. His breathing grew heavier, his composure beginning to
crack.

Yes, that's it, lose your composure for me.

I wasn't here to break him only to remind him that I wasn't someone to be underestimated.

As I leaned in closer, our faces inches apart, I felt the tension reaching its peak. I loosened the grip on his hair, my lips curling into a teasing smile. "You should know, Minho. I play to win."

Minho let out a soft chuckle, even
as he sat restrained, utterly at my mercy. "And here I thought you were innocent and fragile." I leaned in, my lips hovering over his, but not quite touching.

I could feel Minho's breath hitch, his body tensing beneath me. But I decided to pull back, leaving Minho wanting, just as he had done to me earlier. "Consider this payback" I whispered before I stepped off his lap, leaving him tied, teased, and simmering with anticipation.

Although what I had failed to notice is that Minho had somehow managed to free himself from the ropes we had tied him with. Although it was only one hand, I was sure the other was soon to be released.

Shit.

"Did you really think I'd let you have ALL the fun?" Minho said, untying his other wrist.

Double shit.

I tried to speak, but no words came out. Just a squeak.

"Jisung, I'm going to be kind and give you a headstart"

What is he saying a headstart?

"What do you mean?" I managed to get out.

"I mean, you've just started a game that I love to play" He said, fingers trailing across his collection of knives. "I suggest you get a head start, unless you want to see what happens when I catch you." His eyes were dark and filled with excitement.

Triple bloody shit.

"A headstart? How?" I asked.

He came close to me and tilted my chin to meet his gaze. He then spoke lowly, staring deep into my eyes, pinning me there, unable to move....

"Run"

FUCKING SHIT.