Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 42 - Bedroom

"I might."

You didn't know what to say. He might love you? You hadn't even considered this development. Minho rolled onto his back, his fingers rubbing his temples, eyes squeezed shut. "I don't know what I'm saying. I need some time to think."

He wasn't the only one. You raise up on one arm, looking down at him calmly. "Take your time, but you don't have to explain yourself unless you want to. I'm going to take a shower."

He opens his eyes then, his look shocked and ferocious, as if you'd just said you were going to stab him. You freeze under his glare. Abruptly he sits up and pushes you down on your back again, his hair falling away from his eyes as he looms above you. His scowling, terrifying eyes.

"No you're not," he commands, forcing his knee between your legs. You whimper and his demeanor changes again, just as suddenly. His eyes soften and he breathes out slowly, dropping his head to kiss you.

"I'm sorry. I'm all fucked up."

Looking up at him, you see a man in distress. Your fear dissipates, replaced by real concern for this beautiful, complicated man. You immediately reach your arms out to him, and he lets you pull him to your chest. You stroke the back of his head as he rests on you. "It's okay, Minho. I'm fucked up too." He pushed up enough to kiss you, sweetly, slowly, before looking you in the eye.

"It's not like I've never been in love. Something close to it, anyway." You smile slightly and he rolls off of you onto his back once again, staring at the ceiling. "You make me feel - I don't know. Different. And it's not like this has been happening slowly - it's sudden, just over the past few days, and after what happened tonight..." He stops suddenly. He's quiet for a long time, and you just lay there looking at his profile, watching the wheels spin in his head. Finally he turns his face to you, his eyes open and vulnerable. "It's almost unbearable."

"I think this tour has made us all crazy." His voice is hushed, subdued. You nod slightly, but stay silent. You didn't think Minho wanted to hear platitudes, but you didn't have your thoughts together enough to give him truth.

Saying you didn't feel something strong for him would be a lie. Minho was fascinating in the true sense of the word, his answers and actions unexpected, strange - and it was thrilling. He kept you on edge, but could also make you feel completely at home. He was brilliant, like Han, that much was evident. Beyond that, you had a bond with Minho that you didn't have with any of the others - a bond forged with pain and lust at first, strengthened by trust built over time and your mutual love of Jisung - and now superpowered by saving someone's life together. You just didn't know if it was love. But you didn't know it wasn't love, either.

"We don't have to figure it out tonight, Minho. We have time - "

"We leave in a little over a week."

You heart stops when he says it. You hadn't been able to think about the days left, even though you knew you should prepare yourself. You burst into tears, sobbing, hiding your face in your hands. Minho gasps, reaching for you, gathering you to his chest, kissing your forehead, cheeks, eyes, lips... "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I shouldn't even be talking to you about this. What was I thinking? God I'm so selfish." There's a thin edge of anger to his voice - anger at himself.

You shake your head rapidly, kissing him. "You're not selfish. Minho, I..." You trail off, not sure what to say; everything seemed hopeless. The bottom had dropped out for you, and you didn't know how long it'd be before you'd stop falling.

"Shhhh. No more talking. I just want to be together. Is that okay?" His voice sounds strained, painful. You nod, squeezing the tears out of your eyes, burying your face in his chest. His soft skin smells like bergamot and oud and leather, and you taste him, a slight saltiness sharpening the sweetness his skin leaves on your tongue. You swiftly feel your arousal building again, stoked by emotional turmoil. You raise your face to his and he kisses you, knowing, like he always knows.