Hey Shuckface [Minho Imagines]

Minho | A Little Game [AU]

[huge warning: MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE. Please don't read if you're too underage]

You guys are really reckless and rebel teenagers.

Teresa decided to have a sleep over in her house with her friends, including me, Minho, Thomas, Brenda, Newt and the others.

She said there was literally no one at her house so she decided to plan a sleep over. Her parents and her siblings went for a vacation, but she didn't want to come because she's too lazy.

For us, a sleep over isn't just a sleep over. Our definition of sleep over is: little games and drinking alcoholic drinks.

Oh and, Teresa also decided to invite Sophie to come over, even though we both hated her for being a little bitch to me. Me and Teresa decided to play a trick on her, to make her realize that I'm not just a normal bitch. I'm a bad bitch.

It's already 12 am here now and we're still playing Spin the Bottle.

Sophie sat beside Minho, which I know the exact reason why. Bitch. They sat just across of me, so I would know what that bitch will be doing to my boyfriend.

Teresa, my best friend, sat on the right side, not too far from me, with Thomas beside her, and me beside Thomas.

"Okay, each person the bottle points at will drink a shot of tequila, then a person will ask a question, any question, and you have to answer honestly." Teresa said.

"So it's like Truth or Dare, except that it isn't 'or' because we have no other choice." I said.

"Exactly." Teresa replied, smiling deviously.

"Why do I have a feeling you have a plan for this?" I whispered.

"Oh trust me, I don't." Teresa replied.

I saw Sophie, looking at Minho and laughing at something, and Minho doesn't look interested at all, because it's like he's been forcing to fake laugh or smile at her.

You tried, bitch.

But even though that Minho's not entertaining her, I'm still done with Sophie's shit. My face can't help to be a bitch face, which Teresa had notice because she's looking at me like I had just done something stupid.

Before I'd really do something stupid, I've decided to go to the kitchen for a minute.

Once I was there, I pulled out my phone and texted Teresa, "Want to help me by showing that bitch who's she up against?"

Teresa immediately replied, "Gotcha."

I decided to prepare some bottles of vodka, just in case they would need some more.

Then I sensed someone walked in the kitchen, I don't even have to look to see who it was, I knew it was Minho.

He put his hands around my waist and started pressing slight kisses on my neck, jawline and ear.

Minho knows me too well. If I'm mad, he knows. If I'm upset, he knows. I don't even have to say that I'm mad at him right now, he already knows.

I can't help but to close my eyes because of the pleasure he's giving me. But of course, I wouldn't give up just yet.

Minho's hands roamed my waist and stomach, slowly going lower. This movement makes butterflies in my stomach as the sexual tension between us rising and rising.