I spent the last few days settling into my room, well avoiding Minho, I won't be able to control myself if I'm alone in the same room, "Knock, Knock", the knocking on my door wakes me from thoughts. I'm not even given a chance to answer, when suddenly my door is swung, Minho stands in my doorway, a towel only just covering him. I quickly avert my eyes, trying to hide the repulsive thoughts that erupt in my mind.
"Cheon-sa, Cheon-sa, are you listening to me, Cheon-sa!", as I quickly turn my head to acknowledge Minho, I come face to face with him. His face but inches from mine, his body leaning over me, the sudden shock makes me fall back, I try to stabilise myself grabbing onto the first thing I can. I pull on his towel as I fall back, the force of my pull, makes him fall towards me he stares at me, an evil look lies on his face,
"Cheon-sa, I thought you were avoiding me, but I guess you have other intentions", he whispers,
"Huh, no, I don't have any intentions, this was an accident", I reply my voice shaking,
"Well, this situation is just a bit to unfair don't you think?", confusion spreads over my face, while his words continue to play around in my head, I feel his hands slowly trace the skin of my torso, my shirt slowly moves upwards. Realisation hits me, 'HIS REMOVING MY SHIRT', I let out a small shriek as I push him off me, his towel completely unravels falling to the floor. I can't help but stare at him, remembering how he felt, my eyes are glued to him, the feeling I've been trying to avoid comes rushing to the surface. He suddenly turns around and walks away.
"Minho!, Where are you going?", I ask as I scramble to my feet,
"There's something I need to do", he says as he turns to face me, "I told you I cant control myself around you",
"Neither can I, that's why I've been avoiding you? So, you're just going to leave again", I question, he stands in my door completely naked, staring at me as my words come out as a small whimper, I can see him slowly growing as I speak.
"Minho?", I whimper, I slowly move towards him, "Minho", he turns his back to me, I run towards him, wrapping my arms around his body, I squeeze him tight not wanting to let go, he grips my wrists forcefully removing the grip I have on his body. I am left shocked by his reaction, a tear swells up in my eyes, he turns to me his face stern, a small whimper leaves my mouth as fear flows through my body, he forcefully pushes me away, I stumble as my feat a forced backwards, falling onto my bed. As I open my eyes, I see the back of the man I want to hold onto facing me, confusion, sadness, depression all set into my mind, I close my eyes to stop myself from crying. 'BANG', the door is slammed shut, my eyes remain shut as I don't want the realisation of him leaving my room to set in, a large hand grips firmly but softly onto my leg, he slowly moves it up my leg, his body spreads my legs apart as he pushes his way closer to me. He kisses my neck as he grinds up against me. It's not long before my clothes have been removed and we settle nicely on too my bed.
His arms are wrapped around me as the morning sun settles through the curtains in my room, I try to wiggle from his arms to close the black out curtains, his grip tightens as he nestles his head into my neck, a smile crosses over my face, a small moan escapes his mouth, he wraps his leg across my body snuggling into me deeply, I close my eyes as I fall back into a deep sleep, wrapped in his arms. A loud knocking on the door forces us awake,
"CHEON-SA!!! WAKE UP!! WE HAVE REHEARSALS!!", I fall from my bed a loud thud follows, Minho forces himself awake a concerned expression falls on his face as he sees me on the ground.
"Cheon-sa are yo…", I jump up on his lap covering his mouth,
"Shhhh Seo-yeon's at the door", I whisper,
"I'm coming!!, I just need to shower quickly", I yell.
"Don't be too long, we have to go soon, have you seen Minho?", a long pause follows as I try to figure out what to say next, I'm staring at Minho, I see a smirk cross his face as he bites into my palm,
"Ouch", a loud shriek falls from my mouth as I pull my hand away from him,
"I'm in here!!", Minho yells, a surprised expression sits on my face,
"Minho?? Why are you there so early in the morning?", Seo-yeon questions, concerns are racing through my mind as Seo-yeon speaks through the door, "I'm coming in", the door squeaks as it begins to open.
"You don't want to do that Seo-yeon", Minho states,
"Huh, why?",
"Cheon-sa's naked", my mind runs like crazy through thousands of thoughts and concerns,
"Uhh, ok, I will ask more questions later, we leave in 10 minutes otherwise we'll be late", Seo-yeon states as he walks away.
I sit frozen until the sounds of the light foot steps disappear from my ears,
"What the hell was that?!", I question forcefully,
"Don't worry about it, I'll explain it to him later", Minho laughs, "I mean we were just hanging out last night and fell asleep", that's all I have to say.
"Yeah, ok so why am I naked this morning then?", I question,
"Well dummy, you were going to have a shower", he says as he gives me a soft kiss on my cheek, gently pushing me off him onto my bed. As he stands up his physique is shown completely,
"Stop gawking at me and get up", Minho laughs, "we have to shower, we only have ten minutes", he says as he grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet. He leads me into the bathroom, as he turns on the water, I can't help but look at him. We stand in the shower together, the water trickles down his body, glistening his muscles as we shower as quickly as we can. He pulls me close and kisses the nape of my neck, my pulse quickens as his lips graze my body, his muscular hands wrap around my body holding me tight against his body, I can feel the heat rushing towards my ever-growing bulge, I run my hands through his hair as I yank his head back, looking in his eyes I can feel the need to have me to himself, the hunger that grows as I hold him back from kissing me. I plant my lips on his as I can fathom being from the touch of his lips any longer, he moans as I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips, his hands move from my body, but he continues to expertly move his tongue with mine. I feel a cold liquid fall onto my sculpted back, as he brushes his hands around my body, slowly moving to my chest, he pulls out of the kiss and watches my body as he moves his hands all over my chest, his eyes filled with lust. The spuds cover my body, and falls simultaneously, they continue to fall and soon they are all gone, he steps away from me,
"We have to go now, Cheon-sa", he turns the shower off and grabs a towel, while laughing to himself, it's not long before he has left my room, leaving me alone to get changed.
Minutes later, I've walked my way through the apartment into the lounge room, Minho rests seated comfortably, on the black lounge, his head hung back, and his arm outstretched along the top of the lounge. He wears tight black ripped jeans, and a fitted black shirt that shows the outline of his muscular figure. To think minutes earlier we were showering together, and now his nonchalant like nothing happened. It's not long before all the members have gathered into the lounge room, all looking fine as hell, but tired at the same time.
"Have you all eaten?", Minho asks, his voice crispy as though his throat is sore, he doesn't look up from where is head stays hanging, "If you haven't it something quickly now, or take something with you, we won't have much time before lunch", he grumbles, 'Is he mad?', I quickly grab him and myself some fruit from the fridge, as I know he wouldn't have eaten anything. We begin our short walk to the rehearsal studio, as we live in the companies' dorms it doesn't take us too long to walk to the company, Minho didn't say anything to me on the walk over, he seemed to have been avoiding me. Joon-Kook walks by my side, trying to strike up a conversation as a fail to stop myself from looking at Minho.
There's about 5 minutes before our rehearsal time starts, although we are able to train whenever we like as long as there is a studio open, this is our allocated time, we are expected to train now, and are accompanied by more than one expert or teacher. We all walk collectively into the rehearsal studio, the teacher's eyes fall on us, a maddening stare shock me to the core, 'we are on time, why does he seem so mad?',
"You should be here at least 10 minutes before your allocated time", he scoffs, "we shouldn't have to waste time with stretching, this is the first and only time I will allow you to stretch, you must do so before the training starts", his deep raspy voice cutting through the air, filling our ears.
Minho moves to the front of the room, his hands calmly situated in the pockets of his pants, I can't help but watch him as he moves, we all follow suite and fall in line.
"Won't happen again Sir, I'll make sure to keep them in line", Minho scoffs cockily, "Just take it easy they are brand new to the company", the coach stares at Minho,
"Minho", a gruntled laugh comes from his mouth, "you should've had your members here at least 20 minutes ago, as the leader and the longest training trainee you should know the expectations already", he eyes all of us up, judgements being spread across his face,
"Your not wrong Sir", Minho agrees without hesitation, "our tardiness was entirely my fault, I was inconveniently tied up, won't happen again Sir",
For the next 10 minutes we go through out stretching routine before we move on to learning our dance routine, as we start learning the choreo it becomes aware who was more dancing experience between the members, Yong-ho can easily keep up the pace, just can't get the steps completely, and his dance lines are messy, Min-jun can't keep up at all, he can't get the choreo or the beat, his dance lines are messy at best, at worst non-existent. The coaches patience with Min-jun is obviously dissipating. While the rest of us, Cheon-sa, Joon-kook, Kwang-bok and I pick up the choreo incredibly fast, we all have former dance experience, whether it be professional or not, we are able to keep up the pace.
"Min-jun!!! You need to straighten your arms, and keep your legs loose!!",
"Min-jun!!! You need to move faster!!",
"Min-jun!!! Your not doing the steps correctly!!", this berating from the coach goes for most of the class, you can see the disappointment and shame hiding behind Min-jun's eyes anytime he gets harshly critiqued. Once the class is finished Jong-kook and Yong-ho are taken for their lessons their one-on-one vocal lessons, while the rest of us are given time to relax.
Min-jun continues to practice over and over again while we sit at the back of the class catching our breathes, Minho scoots closer to me,
"I don't want you to stay away from me", he whispers in my ear, my body jerks away from him subconsciously,
"What!!"
"I don't want you to stay away from me", he repeats, I look at him questioningly,
"Where is this coming from, and why now"?,
"You said last night you were avoiding me, I don't want you too!", Silence falls between us as he looks straight into my eyes,
"I understand why you want to avoid me, its weird now because we are group members, and we haven't known each other long, especially not long enough to put our careers on the line", he pauses and hesitates to continue speaking, "I don't want you too avoid me!! Ok? I can promise never to touch you again and to keep whatever this is completely platonic and professional but… I can't not have you near me", I look at him in complete shock, he doesn't allow me to respond as he gets up and goes over to Min-jun to help him with his practice, I marvel at the man I see in front of me, my eyes stuck on every inch of his body and the movements that man makes.
"You need to lock in your elbows when doing this move", Minho critiques while showing Min-jun the correct way to hold the position, "If you look at the position of your arms in the mirror when you lock in your elbows your dance line looks cleaner", Minho runs his hands over Min-jun's arms to show exactly what his talking about, my stomach turns at the sight, I find myself walking out the door, not completely understanding why.
I walk in a daze unaware of where I'm going or what I'm doing, it isn't long until I come to realise I'm standing in front of one of the music rooms in the company building, I slowly open the door making sure the room is empty, as I walk in my I feel my mouth gape open, I'm in complete awe at the sight of all the musical equipment, I grab one of the guitars from the stands and start playing one of the songs I wrote, I wrote it after my mum died, tears fall from my eyes as images of my mum fall into my mind, my voice softens as the song comes to an end, as I slowly open them wiping the fallen tears from my face, my eyes quickly come into focus,
"Minho!!", a startled response leaves my mouth, "What are you doing here?",
"That song was beautiful, heartbreaking but beautiful!", he replies, jerking away from my question, "Original song? Who did you write it for? Ex-girlfriend? Ex-boyfriend?", he questions,
"My mother!", I state, looking away from him, "She died 6 years ago, she's the reason I got into music",
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that!", "I didn't mean to pry", he says apologetically,
"Yes you did", I respond snarky, "Otherwise you wouldn't have asked who it was written about, it's fine though",
I stand up and place the guitar back from where I got it, I can feel his presence encasing me as he slowly crosses the room closing the space between us.
"Your right!, I was curious who it was written about because I would've been jealous if you had loved someone so much to have written such a beautifully sad song about someone who broke up with you, but I am sorry I didn't mean to pry about your family", he stands so close to me, I can feel the heat from his body on my back.
"You have no right to be jealous", I say as I step around to the side and move towards the door, "even if it was written about an ex partner, you have no right, because there isn't anything between us", the words come out of my mouth harshly, the tone even surprises me, I look him in the eyes to stand my ground, showing no sign of backing down from my stance, I can see the hurt in his eyes, my stomach falls,
"You're right again!", he stutters, "I don't have the right to be jealous, we only just met, but I can't help what I'm feeling, and I already told you, I'm willing to follow any rules or boundaries you set, just please don't avoid me!", he pleads, he managed to fill the space between us while he was talking, I didn't even realise how close he had moved,
"You… your insane!", I stutter, "You say all these things about your feelings, and how I should set the rules, or that what I'm saying is right, what am I supposed to do with all that!", I question, "I don't even know what I'm feeling! Or what is happening between us", I realise that the last bit of space that was between us had been completely filled, this time I filled it, I can feel his heavy unstable breathing shift the air around us, I pull him closer as I wrap my arms around him,
"I don't know how to set the rules Minho, when I can't bring myself to stay away from you either", I whisper shyly. I look up into his emerald green eyes, the corner of his mouth falls upwards, I grip the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pull his face closer to mine, and plant a kiss onto his soft supple lips. His right hand rests on the small of my back while his other rests on the side of my neck, he quickly pulls me closer, deepening the kiss, I fall into the kiss, every touch sending shivers through my body. I feel myself getting harder and unwillingly pull away,
"We can't be doing this", I say as I walk away backwards, he stares at me, his eyes shine with lust, 'oh those eyes, I could stare into them all day',
"Cheon-sa, I'm willingly to wait, I've told you that, everything we do will be on your terms", his tone his sweet as these words leave his mouth, he walks close to me, I flinch slightly backward, worried I can't control myself. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in, I instantly tense up afraid I won't be able to control my impulse if he kisses me. He stops moving, holds his head close to mine, hesitating to move, I can feel the tension between us, its electric like every fibre of our bodies are trying to jump out and attach themselves to each other. He pulls back and places a soft kiss on the top of my head, leaving me stunned he slowly walks out of the room.
I stand frozen completely confused as to what I'm going to do about this situation, I don't feel the time passing until I hear a knock on the door. Stunned out of my current state, I whip my head around to look at who stands at the door, "Joon-kook! What are you doing here?", I question nervously, my voice cracking at the words, he stands in the doorway his arm rested against the door, Joon-kook has light brown colour too him, and he stands a few inches above me, he muscles are defined beneath his clothing, his wearing a tight white long sleeve shirt and some ripped black jeans, nothing special but he wears it incredibly well, his black hair falls nicely around his face shaping his jaw.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I was just wanting to get in some practice", he says quietly, his ethereal voice resonates through out the room, I haven't had the pleasure to hear him sing but considering his speaking voice I believe it will be amazing, "you seemed to be a bit out of it, kinda frozen, is everything ok?", he questions,
"Huh, oh I'm ok, just confused about something?",
"Well maybe I can help you figure whatever is confusing you?", I look into his eyes, a smile falls onto my face,
"Oh, no, I'm ok, I'm sure I'll figure it out", I utter, "Thank you though, I'm finished in here, so I'll leave you to practice", I say as I move closer to the door, he doesn't move to allow me to leave the room, he puts is other arm across the entrance blocking my exit,
"I know we don't know each other well", he whispers, "but we are basically a family now, so if you ever need any help or advice you can definitely come to me", he moves his arm allowing me to leave the room.