for him | lmh

03

the men in the room whistled, and some of them were way too old for my liking. i literally felt my lunch climbing up my throat.

"that should be a secret for now," i walked over to minhyuk and leaned in front of him to get to his level. "lee minhyuk."

i smirked and stood up straight again.

"you're intriguing, mystery girl," minhyuk put down his glass of wine and picked up the bottle. "come, have a drink."

"should i? i'm not much of a drinker," i shrugged.

minhyuk chuckled. "how very interesting," he said. "seems like you and i will have a very interesting future."

"pardon?" i cleared my throat, pretending that i didn't hear him.

"oh," he straightened up. "one glass, that's all i'm asking."

i pursed my lips. "okay."

too many drinks later, i was sitting in between lee minhyuk's arms, half drunk and half sober, speaking to men i barely knew. i was putting myself in danger.

"so, mystery girl," a man who looked about my age began. "why minhyuk?"

i furrowed my brows. "huh?"

"do you not know of his..," the man looked as if he was thinking. "...reputation?"

i shrugged and the topic wasn't pushed.

that was all i remembered that night, and as expected,

i woke up in lee minhyuk's house.