Chapter 6: Stage 3- Frustration

"My name. Say it!"

As Minho and Seo-Jun stood there, shaking their hands as a symbol of their agreement, the moment was filled with unspoken words by both Minho and Seojun.

Suddenly, Seo-Jun, with an unexpected burst of strength, pulled Minho closer, their faces inches apart. His voice was low but commanding when he said, "Come with me now."

Minho's heart raced, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy of the moment. "What?!" he shouted, his mind racing to process the sudden shift of the mood. But before he could fully comprehend the situation, Seo-Jun tightened his grip on Minho's hand, a sense of determination could be seen in his eyes. Without waiting for any further explanation, he began to walk, leading Minho along with him.

Minho couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions—confusion, frustration, and a hint of fear—as they moved forward together into a dark corridor.

Moments later, Seo-Jun pushed Minho against the cold, tiled wall of the bar's bathroom, the sudden act made Minho's body flinch. The dim lighting cast shadows across Seo-Jun's face, revealing a mix of intensity and urgency. "I want it now." he said, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for negotiation.

Minho's heart raced, shock flooding his mind as he processed the unexpected turn of events. "Now?! But we just made the deal! I didn't expect it to start now! Besides, we did it yesterday!" he exclaimed, confusion and disbelief evident in his tone. Seo-Jun's frustration was growing as he leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. "Enough gabbing. We already made the deal, now do your part. Turn around!" he insisted, his voice firm. Seo-Jun then tried to forcefully turn Minho around, but Minho wasn't having it. The wall felt too close, and the risk of embarrassment if Minho did not stop him sparked a fire within him. "I am not turning around! I have one condition too! We are not doing it in public!" he declared, his voice steady despite the tension in the air, letting himself free from Seo-Jun's grip.

Seo-Jun stood in one spot, already feeling the tension from the situation, but he still remained unbothered. If it had been anyone else, he might have walked away or even pursued having sex with them aggressively right there and then. But the memory of the previous night lingered in his mind, causing him to think before acting. Was the feeling going to be the same if he forced him aggressively to have sex with him?

Finally, he sighed, saying, "Fine. But if you stop me one more time, the deal is over." With that, he stepped back, allowing Minho to finally have space to breathe.

Minho took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "I won't stop you. I promise!" he replied, his voice steadier than before. Seo-Jun maintained eye contact, his gaze piercing as if he were staring deep into Minho's soul. Strangely enough, that intensity didn't faze Minho; instead, it ignited something within him.

With a resigned sigh, Seo-Jun instructed, "Follow me. And don't just stand there like an utter fool like the last time." A hint of frustration mixed with a smirk played on his lips as he turned and walked away, smacking the bathroom door shut behind him.

Minho's anger flared at his words. "Fool?! WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME A FOOL?!" he shouted after him, knowing well that Seo-Jun likely didn't hear him. If he had, he wouldn't have had the courage to say it out loud.

Minho took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Come on, Minho, just bear with him for now. You are doing this for the team and your father, breathe in and out…" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he focused on the rhythm of his breaths. He could feel the tension coiling in his chest, a mix of frustration and anxiety threatening to spill over.

Just as he was beginning to find a sense of calm, a sudden scream shattered the silence, echoing down the corridor that led to the bathroom. It was Seo-Jun, his voice sharp and filled with anger. "If you don't come within the next 5 seconds, I will leave on my own with no deal!" The seriousness in Seo-Jun's tone sent a jolt through Minho, making it clear that his patience was growing thin.

That was all it took to make Minho even more mad. "FINE, I AM COMING!" he shouted back, his voice laced with irritation. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Bastard…" Minho's heart raced once again as he prepared for whatever awaited him outside, the tension between them ready to explode.

Minho followed Seo-Jun through the back exit of the bar. The last time they were here, they had taken a room in the flat above the bar, but now it was clear that no such room was available. It was Saturday night around 1 a.m., and naturally, most of the larger rooms that would suit Seo-Jun's liking were already booked. Minho could sense that Seo-Jun had anticipated this, planning ahead for the night.

As Minho stepped aside from the bar, he caught sight of Seo-Jun approaching a stunning car. A Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, a sight that made Minho's heart race. He admired the car from a distance, taking in its sleek lines and luxurious design. The vehicle was powered by a twelve-cylinder engine with a massive 6.5-liter displacement. It boasted an extremely fast-shifting ISR transmission with five modes, permanent all-wheel drive, and a racing chassis equipped with pushrod suspension and horizontal spring/damper units. The car was a pristine white, gleaming under the moonlight.

Minho couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the machine. His knowledge of cars, thanks to Phoenix's business connections, allowed him to recognise the impressive specifications of the Lamborghini. He stood there for a moment, captivated by the car, not realising that this was indeed Seo-Jun's car.

As Minho approached it, he couldn't shake off the thought, "Such a nice car... unlike its owner." A subtle annoyance flickered across his face, reflecting his feelings toward Seo-Jun. He had always been drawn to the allure of luxury, but Seo-Jun's brash attitude overshadowed it, making it look terrible in Minho's eyes.

Inside the car, Seo-Jun was growing impatient. He rolled down the passenger window, his expression a mix of irritation and urgency. "Are you going to stand there or make your way inside? I am not inclined to wait any further!" Minho rolled his eyes, suppressing a sigh as he hopped into the Lamborghini. The plush leather seats enveloped him, but he couldn't quite shake the tension in the air.

As Seo-Jun started the engine, the powerful roar of the car filled the space, drowning out Minho's racing thoughts. They sped off into the night, the city lights blurring past them.

Where was Seo-Jun taking him? Had he truly gained Seo-Jun's trust, and were they heading to his apartment? Or had Seo-Jun seen Minho's true intentions and were heading to the place where Minho would be killed? It was a risk that Minho decided to take…

As Seo-Jun drove, he suddenly handed his phone to Minho, saying, "Make sure you put your phone number in correctly." His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his posture serious and unyielding. Minho felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. He had no idea where they were headed, and he didn't have the courage to ask. He understood that he needed to be careful with his words—making Seo-Jun angry was not an option.

"Okay, sir," Minho replied, trying to keep his tone steady. He began entering his number, glancing at Seo-Jun's contact information as well. Just as he finished, Seo-Jun's voice cut through the silence, "Make sure to pick up on the first call. I won't make a second attempt to reach you if you don't pick up." Again, he didn't turn to look at Minho, his focus unwavering on the road.

Minho felt a chill at the implication of those words. If he wanted to see the next day, he had to comply. "Got it, sir. I will pick up on the first call," he assured, his heart racing. Seo-Jun remained silent, his body relaxed yet tense from earlier.

After what felt like an eternity of driving in a cold, awkward atmosphere, they finally arrived at their destination. The tension in the air was obvious as they pulled up.

The place wasn't just any ordinary apartment; it was placed in a neighbourhood known for its affluence. Minho could hardly believe he was standing there, right in front of the leader of the biggest gang's residence. With just a single order, Seo-Jun could turn Minho's life into a living hell, yet here he was, mere steps away from the devil's home.

Calling it an apartment felt like an understatement; it was more like an enormous house, an expansive estate, nestled among the wealthiest of homes. As Seo-Jun parked his car in the garage, Minho's eyes widened at the sight of luxury vehicles, including a Bugatti Centodieci, a Rolls-Royce Blue Tail, and more.

After Seo-Jun parked, he stepped out and headed inside, with Minho following closely behind. They walked through a beautifully lit corridor adorned with tasteful art pieces and subtle lighting that highlighted the elegant decor. Minho's curiosity was piqued as he took in his surroundings. When Seo-Jun opened the door to the living room, Minho was struck by its sheer size. The room boasted an impressive ceiling that towered over them, giving it an almost cathedral-like feel, while a large television dominated one wall, flanked by a large couch that invited comfort.

A grand staircase led to an upper corridor, its polished wood gleaming under the soft light. To the left was the kitchen, which, while not as grand as the living room, was still significantly large, equipped with high-end appliances. Observing the place, Minho understood three things: Seo-Jun had a penchant for spacious places, he also fancy a light atmosphere, and it was clear he didn't spend much time in the kitchen, given its size.

Minho himself lived in a mansion, but his room was way smaller, consisting of just a king-size bed, a wardrobe, a TV, and a small bathroom—definitely nothing compared to Seo-Jun's sprawling estate. As he stepped into the living room, he couldn't help but express his surprise, saying, "Soo, this is your place?" He had known the address beforehand but had never had the chance to see it up close. Seo-Jun, however, remained silent, simply hanging his jacket on the holder without acknowledging Minho's comment.

Minho took a few steps further inside, his eyes darting around the large space. He moved closer to the couch and said, "Wow, it's even bigger than I imagined." Just as he was about to turn around to face Seo-Jun, he felt a sudden grip on his hand. In an unexpected move, Seo-Jun yanked him down onto the couch with a playful yet assertive force. With a mischievous grin, he leaned in and asked, "Have you loosened your hole yet?"

Minho's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden move, and he shouted, "WHAT?! No, I don't kn-" Seo-Jun rolled his eyes, clearly amused by Minho's bewilderment, and leaned even closer to his face, creating tension that filled the air between them. And just like that Seo-Jun didn't even let Minho finish his sentence, he struck down Minho's legs and removed his pants with one hand. With the other, he licked his index and middle fingers, putting them right in Minho's ass.

Minho was in shock from Seo-Jun's sudden actions, the weight of his body pressing down on him like an unbearable burden. He could feel every ounce of pressure causing him pain, his breath hitching as he shouted, "AGH! Be more gentle, can you?!" The urgency in his voice echoed in the space they occupied. Seo-Jun, clearly annoyed by the command, placed his hand over Minho's mouth, his eyes narrowing as he said, "Shut your mouth, can you?" The annoyance in his tone only added to the tension between them.

As Minho lay there, the pain radiating through him, thoughts raced in his mind, "It really hurts, I didn't know that all men I slept with did this before sex… I must apologise to all of them!…" The struggle was visible, and Seo-Jun seemed to sense it, which made him put his fingers deeper in Minho's body while adding a third. This sensation was making Minho feel the enjoyment of this act, thinking to himself, "But…it kind of… feels nice when he puts it deeper… NO, I MUST NOT THINK ABOUT THAT." Leaning in closer, Seo-Jun smirked, his voice dripping with confidence as he declared, "I think you are ready now." With that, he finally put his cock into Minho's ass without hesitation, and the grin on his face hinted that he was the one in control.

Minho's body twitched involuntarily from the lingering pain caused by Seo-Jun pushing in and out of Minho, and he felt the air grow thick. Seo-Jun's next words cut through the haze, whispering in Minho's ear, "You are opened enough… Say it again." Confusion clouded Minho's thoughts, and he stammered, "What?" But Seo-Jun was relentless. He moved closer, his grip tightening around Minho's neck, his gaze intense. "My name. Say it!"

With a mix of reluctance and desperation, Minho gasped out, "Seo-Jun." The moment the name left his lips, a wave of pleasure surged through Seo-Jun, evident in the way his grin widened, as if he had just claimed what he wanted from the beginning. Minho, however, was struggling; the pressure in his chest and the pressure he was receiving from his back made it difficult to breathe. "I can't… catch my breath… can you slow down… I don't like it that way…" he pleaded, his voice strained. His whole body was feeling strange at this point, but he wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or suffocation.

Seo-Jun relented, pushing himself forward even more. His whole body was devoted to this act; he was feeling every single touch and breath Minho made. Minho gasped for air, his body twitching from the pain and the intensity of the moment, while moans escaped from his mouth. He tried to steady his breathing, but in vain, Seo-Jun was refusing to slow down.

Seo-Jun's smirk widened as he leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You don't like it…?" he teased, his voice low and taunting. Minho felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks as he struggled to find his breath, the weight of Seo-Jun's presence pressing down on him. "It's not good, It's not good, i don't feel the pleasure at all!" he thought, desperately trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within him.

With a swift motion, Seo-Jun adjusted his position, capturing Minho's leg and positioning it on his shoulder, effectively pinning him down and going deeper. The grin on Seo-Jun's face was infuriatingly confident as he declared, "But your lower body … says otherwise." Minho's frustration grew even more, and he fought against the satisfaction. "What?! No, no, I must endure it!… it's fine as long as I don't see his face when he puts it in… I will endure it!" he reassured himself, but the tension was palpable.

Suddenly, Seo-Jun's voice broke through his thoughts. "Don't hold back, you will miss the fun part… Say my name again." Minho's mind raced, and he couldn't help but moan even louder while his body was reflecting the stimulation. "What is with the whole name thing?! Why does he want me to say it?!… He probably doesn't even know my name…" he mused, feeling a mix of annoyance and intrigue. Finally, he relented, his voice barely above a whisper, "Seo-Jun." The moment the name left his lips, he could see the pleasure in Seo-Jun's expression, amplifying the tension between them, making Seo-Jun go even faster. Despite Minho's attempts to endure the enjoyment, their bodies were starting to react even more to the act, feeling the pleasure bubbling up until it finished with the satisfaction of ejaculation.

After a few minutes, Seo-Jun finally released Minho, standing up and allowing Minho to catch his breath. The relief was short-lived, however, as Seo-Jun grabbed Minho's hair, pulling him closer with an unsettling intensity. "Not bad… I must admit you are a satisfying toy." he said, a smirk playing on his lips before he let go. He then pulled a bathrobe from the near drawer and put it on, sauntered away, leaving Minho to grapple with his racing heart. Minho thought to himself, "SATISFYING TOY?! OH, I WILL KILL HIM!" As he tried to gather himself and stand back up, Minho groaned, "My back! This bastard!" The pain was sharp, but it paled in comparison to the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that Seo-Jun had stirred within him.