Chapter 1- Introduction: “Should I follow him?”

As you step inside this lively, popular bar, the sound of clicking glasses and laughter hang in the air, along with the almost overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke that wafts slowly throughout the entire room. Warm light shines over the crowd, creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere, as the décor of the bar captures the place's opulence. The bar is filled with an impressive array of alcohol, and just behind it, the bartenders create various types of cocktails that catch the eye.

In one corner, a group of friends is deeply focused on their conversations, while their voices are rising above the upbeat music that fills the room. The smoke spreads around them, adding to "the typical bar" atmosphere. Nearby, a couple shares a quiet intimate moment, their drinks resting on the table as they lean closer together.

The scent of delicious bar snacks and drinks is flying around the air, tempting people to indulge in the night. The mood is thrilling, a mix of excitement and bonding, as strangers become friends over shared drinks and laughing.

It's a place where memories are made, and the night is always young.

In the very same bar, a man is sitting with his friends, the atmosphere was filled with laughter around them. They're deep into a conversation, perhaps sharing some joke or a funny story, when the man's attention is suddenly drawn to the centre of the room. And there he was sitting—a handsome man, exuding confidence as he is sitting like he rules the whole world, commanding everything and everyone around him. Other men and women dance around him, their movements fluid and energetic, but he remains cold and undeniable focused on the movements around him.

The other man can't help but check him out, a smirk creeping across his face as he admires his poise. Just then, their eyes meet, and the man catches him staring. A playful smirk spreads across his lips, then he lifts an eyebrow, which was like a silent invitation that sends a thrill through the other man's body. It's as if he's daring him to follow him outside.

With one last lingering glance, the man that was sitting in the centre of the bar stands up, the smirk still on his face, and walks out of the bar with a step of confidence that leaves the other man stunned on the spot. The energy shifts as he exchanges looks with his friends, a mix of surprise and intrigue, contemplating whether to take the plunge and follow him outside.

The man turns to his friends and says, "You guys continue without me. I have to go." With a confident smile, he waves to his friends for goodbye and strides off in the direction of the man who just made a gesture to follow him. The atmosphere is filled with laughter and playful teasing as his friends watch him go.

One of them leans back, shaking his head in amusement, and says, "Let him be. A typical Minho, sees a handsome dude and immediately wants to hook up with him." His voice is lighthearted, filled with laughter. The other friend chuckles, nodding in agreement.

As they continue their conversation, while still keeping an eye on their friend as he disappears into the crowd, already captivated by the allure of the man ahead. The night is young, and the energy is seductive, drawing the friends back into their own fun as they finish their drinks and prepare to move on with their evening without their friend.

Moments later, Minho pushed the man against the wall outside the main hall of the bar, a dimly lit space that felt both intimate and charged with energy. The bar was cleverly combined with a flat above it, the same bar that they had just came from, and they had made their way upstairs into a narrow corridor that led to the first rooms of the flat.

As Minho pressed the man against the wall, he couldn't help but lean in, capturing the man's lips with his own in a heated kiss. After a moment, Minho pulled back slightly, looking deep into the man's eyes, and said, "Let me make it clear before we start, I don't have sex with the same guy twice. Keep this in mind." His words hung in the air, a bold declaration that only seemed to heighten the tension between them. He returned to kissing him, trailing his lips down to the man's neck, completely lost in the moment.

Suddenly, the man pushed Minho away with surprising force, turning him around so that he was facing the wall. The man leaned in close, his breath warm against Minho's ear as he whispered, "Have no concern, just make sure tonight will be decent." His unexpected move left Minho speechless and shocked. The thrill of their encounter took a new direction, leaving Minho to wonder what the man's intentions truly were…

As Minho stood there, momentarily taken aback by the man's boldness, his mind raced with questions. "What is he doing?! Why did he push me against the wall?! I can't move, he is too strong and huge to be moved aside! I can't…fight back…" he thought, a mix of surprise and intrigue swirling within him while he was gasping for air.

The air was thick with tension, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The thrill of the unexpected movement sent adrenaline coursing through his veins, igniting a sense of exhilaration that was hard to ignore. He was caught off guard, not just by the man's actions but by the confidence he exuded, pursuing his dominance.

As they were in this position, the man lean in closer to Minho, pushing him harder against the wall and making it easier for him to put his cock inside Minho's ass. Minho was stunned by the man's sudden action, and as he continued pushing him harder against the wall, Minho screamed, the sudden pain radiating from his back catching him completely off guard. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, a mix of shock and discomfort that left him reeling. The realisation that this was his first time experiencing something like this only intensified the moment, making it feel rather strange.

Despite the fact that the man was taller and twice Minho's size, Minho had always put himself in control, the one dictating the pace of their movements. Yet here he was, feeling vulnerable and surprised, the roles completely reversed. The confidence he had walked in with began to waver as he grappled with the unexpected shift in power.

The screams continued to escape from Minho's mouth, slowly turning into moans of enjoyment, echoing in the dimly lit corridor. The man, sensing the urgency of their situation, leaned closer and whispered sharply, "Be silent, or they shall catch us." His voice was nonchalant, cold without almost any emotion.

Minho's heart raced again, not only from the pain but also from the fear of being caught in such a moment. The intensity in the man's gaze urged him to comply, and he felt a strange mix of fear and… excitement. As he tried to stifle his cries, he became acutely aware of the man's presence, commanding and intense, pushing him further into this unexpected situation.

Minho struggled to contain the noise escaping his lips as the man pressed his cock deeper inside him, but without any progress, his frustration was obvious. "Ha, I assumed you have already loosened up since you started the whole thing. But look, I cannot put it even halfway in." he said, his annoyance cutting through the tension.

The pain was overwhelming, making it difficult for Minho to respond. He managed to stammer, "I… I have never loosened up before… I have always been the one to put it in…" His voice was strained, each word a challenge against the discomfort coursing through him. "Ha, really?Well, not in this case." With that, the man forcefully asserted himself, pushing Minho to his limits, pulling his cock in and out of him, like he was some kind of a satisfying tool. The intensity of the moment escalated, and Minho couldn't help but scream again, instinctively covering his mouth in a desperate attempt to silence himself. The clash of emotions—fear, pain, and an unexpected thrill—swirled within him as he faced the reality of their action.

And after a few seconds of intense pushing, the man leaned closer to Minho's ear again, "This position suits you better." the man said with a smirk on his face. As he pushed his cock to go all the way inside Minho, Minho's mind raced with confusion and pain. "Why am I doing this to myself?! It hurts so bad…" he thought, feeling trapped in this intense moment.

Summoning every bit of courage he had left, he managed to say, "Sir… can we- please at least go in a room…?" The words came out strained. The man's grin widened at Minho's request, and he simply replied with a teasing, "It's far more pleasurable to do it here.". The tension hung in the air, as Minho braced himself for what might come next. Without a moment of hesitation, the man stroke his hand down to Minho's dick grabbing him quite gently, while with his other hand, he guided Minho's lower body to bend slightly toward the man's hips. With this act, the position they were in became quite more comfortable. Because of this intimate touch, Minho found it hard to resist the temptation, gradually lowering his guard. The man noticed the enjoyment in Minho's movements and voice, and teased, "See. You are enjoying it too, you are already hard as a rock." followed by laughter. Minho remained silent, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Despite Minho resistance, the man was visibly drawn to continue their act, ignoring everything around them.

Suddenly, a noise from the corridor broke the atmosphere—someone was chatting nearby. Minho instinctively stopped his moans and tried to get the man's attention, hoping he will stop when he hear the voices too. However, despite hearing the commotion, the man only smirked and pulled his cock deeper inside him, almost as he was going to torn Minho apart on purpose. Overwhelmed, Minho gathered all his strength and pushed him aside, pulling his pants quickly back up.

Just then, they heard one of the men say, "Did you hear that?" to which another replied, "It's probably nothing, let's go." As the two men walked away, Minho let out a sigh of relief, while the man looked quite annoyed, clearly frustrated by the interruption. Minho stood in quiet shock thinking, "That was close. What does this guy want… to get caught?!What is wrong with him?" He stared at him in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in their interaction. The intensity in the man's eyes only fuelled Minho's confusion, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was almost caught in a act he couldn't follow. The man's annoyance grew even more.

"If you continue staring at me like that, I will make you regret it." He warned, his voice low and threatening. With a swift motion, he pushed Minho against the wall again,"I advise you not to test my patience, Tiny Boy." he added, his tone leaving no room for argument. Minho felt the pressure of the situation mounting, and he instinctively pushed him back, desperate to regain some control. "WAIT! Please, sir, let's go do it in a room!" he said, trying to redirect the tension.

But the man wasn't having any of it; his irritation only seemed to grow as Minho interrupted him once again. In a sudden, fierce move, he grabbed Minho's head and pushed it firmly against the wall. "My tolerance is starting to grow thin. You are fortunate that somehow I have been enjoying the fuck so far. Follow me." he said sharply, his voice remaining cold and deep. He turned around and began walking deeper into the corridor, leaving Minho momentarily stunned.

As he stood there, his mind raced with questions. "What should I do? Should I follow him?" He felt a mix of fear and curiosity—was this a chance to escape the chaos, or was he stepping into something even more dangerous?

The corridor stretched ahead, dark and uncertain, and Minho hesitated for a few minutes, grappling with the implications of his next move.