You + Me = ?

Pell's Equation

The Present, 2017

I've been feeling a bit weird for the past few days.

I breath out as I meticulously apply my eyeliner hopefully for the last time tonight, I place the pencil down on top of the vanity then lean back with a sigh, as I get off the chair I turn my neck from side to side, trying my best to get those annoying kinks out. I move around in the vast walk-in closet, my fingers run over the countless amount of clothing with tags still attached.

As old as I am, my mother still does my shopping, and while I have no problem with that I just wish she would go easy with it. I blow out a breath as I grab a top and observe it, I shrug to myself as I walk back to my bedroom. I throw the top down on my bed with the other articles of clothing, "seems fine to me."

I pick up my phone as the sudden buzzing catches my attention, I shake my head as I read the message from Ji Rin. Of course she wants me to do her makeup, I should really start charging her a fee for my work.

I throw the phone down before I exit my bedroom, as I step into the living room, the familiar beeping of the front door catches my attention. Is Ji Rin here already?

I pull the silk robe closer to my body as the door opens, however a smile breaks out on my face as I spot his blonde hair. He smiles at me as I watch him remove his shoes, I bite my lip as he walks over to me.

"Hey."

I raise my eyebrows at his greeting, "hello."

He engulfs me in a tight hug and I immediately breathe in his manly scent, "I can't stay for long."

I pull away from him and pout playfully, "then you should've stayed at the station," he swoops in for a kiss but I quickly pull away, "I just spent hours doing my makeup."

A squeal escapes me as he lifts me up, "wait a second," I follow his gaze to the coffee table, "are those concert tickets?"

I remain silent as he gives me a serious look, "babe..." I suddenly end up over his shoulder as he marches to my bedroom, "put me down!"

I scream lightly as I end up on my bed, I look up at him as he gets on the bed, "you're going to his concert?"

He loosens the robe, I watch as his eyes widen a bit as he takes in my undergarments. He tilts his head to the side then sighs deeply.

"What should I do about this?" he trails a finger down my chest, my breathing increases as I watch his index finger move over my stomach and down to my panty line. A soft moan escapes my lips as his finger find its way inside my underwear, I gasp as he places pressure on my clit.

"Minho..." I moan once more as his finger enters me, "don't you dare ruin my underwear."

He lets out a sinister like chuckle as he flexes his finger, and I squirm at the euphoric feel, "promise me something, promise me that you won't scream for him."

What?

Before I could verbally respond to his request, he crashes his lips into mine, my fingers find their way to his hair and I pull at his roots. He smirks at me as he pulls away, "you ruined my lipstick," he kisses me softly and I sigh happily.

"Sorry," I let out a soft sigh as he pulls his finger out, "wanna have a quickie?"

I raise my eyebrows at him, "how quick are talking?"

He glances at his watch, "I still have three minutes left, my manager's waiting."

I smirk at him, "deal," with rushed movements I carefully remove my underwear while he pulls off his pants, "can you even come in three minutes?"