Chapter 7: "But... he… knows my name."

As Minho struggled to get back on his feet, a voice rang out from the stairs, breaking through his thoughts. "Minho, right? Come up here, the next round will be in my room." It was Seo-Jun, his tone casual, accompanied by a grin that seemed to hold some kind of mischief. Minho watched as Seo-Jun turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing softly against the wood of the corridor above. The moment felt unreal; Seo-Jun had actually called him by name. And indeed Seo-Jun was catching a glimpse of his phone earlier in the car when Minho had returned his phone. For a brief second, he had seen the name "Minho" flash across the screen, and now it lingered in his mind like a puzzle piece clicking into place. "Minho, ha, pathetic… it matches his face." he thought.

Yet, standing there in disbelief, Minho couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and reluctance. "ANOTHER ROUND?! IS THIS GUY TRYING TO KILL ME OR WHAT?!… It is like he is gonna ripe my guts open, how am I supposed to survive one more round?!" His thoughts raced, battling against the unexpected invitation. He felt a mix of irritation and curiosity swirling within him. How could he want to follow someone he was currently resenting? But as he stood there, a sudden sensation washed over him, a flicker of something warmer than frustration. "But... he… knows my name." That simple acknowledgment from Seo-Jun, despite their terrible encounter, stirred something within Minho, something good. It was as if, in that moment, he wasn't just another face in the crowd; he was seen. And despite the tension that had hung between them, that realisation left him feeling unexpectedly good, a hint of pleasure threading through his annoyance.

Minho was deep in thought, weighing the implications of everything that had happened, but Seo-Jun's impatience was evident. The minutes dragged on, and with each passing second, Seo-Jun's irritation grew. He went down the stairs, his footsteps echoing with frustration. As he drew closer to Minho, he couldn't hold back any longer. "You are seriously dragging your feet. I clearly told you to come upstairs a few minutes ago, yet here you are, lingering around. I am not going to wait for you any longer." he snapped, his tone sharp.

In an instant, Seo-Jun hoisted Minho onto his shoulder, leaving him momentarily stunned. Minho's world flipped upside down as he faced Seo-Jun's back, struggling to comprehend the sudden position he was in. "HEY! PUT ME DOWN! I WAS JUST COMING!" he shouted, but Seo-Jun was resolute, ignoring Minho's protests as he climbed the stairs with determined strides.

They reached the corridor, where four doors lined the walls, but Seo-Jun had his sights set on the first one. He flung it open, revealing the largest room, a space that exuded an air of comfort. Of course, his room was going to be the biggest one. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and unceremoniously tossed Minho onto the bed. Minho's heart raced as he lay there, momentarily at a loss for words.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Seo-Jun pulled off his bathrobe, revealing his fit naked body, and climbed on top of Minho, casting a shadow over him. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and Minho felt a mix of surprise and confusion wash over him.

Seo-Jun suddenly leaned in, cutting the distance between them while moving his cock closer to Minho's face. "Suck it. And if I feel your teeth, you are going to be a dead meat." he said, his voice low and intense. Minho, caught off guard, shouted in surprise, "WHAT?!" The unexpected confrontation made his heart race.

With an annoyed roll of his eyes, Seo-Jun swiftly put two fingers in Minho's mouth, forcing it open wide. "You are really going to keep getting on my nerves, aren't you? Do as I say, or the deal is off." he demanded, frustration bubbling up. Minho's eyes widened in disbelief at the sudden boldness, but Seo-Jun was relentless. After a moment, he removed his fingers, gripping Minho's face in a firm hold, his gaze piercing. "I'm giving you one last chance. Do you want the deal or not?"

Minho's shocked expression morphed into one of fierce anger, igniting within him. In a swift motion, he grabbed Seo-Jun's hand tightly, asserting his will. "Fine! I want the deal. Come on, big boy, show me what you've got!" He pushed Seo-Jun's hand away, grabbing his dick and put it in his mouth.

Seo-Jun's irritation faded, replaced by a smirk that hinted at his satisfaction. He reached out again, catching Minho's hair, feeling a rush of instant pleasure. "See? It wasn't so hard." he teased, his tone lightening as the tension shifted.

After a few minutes of suffering, Minho was sweating and straining to do the blowjob satisfyingly enough for Seo-Jun, all while fearing that Seo-Jun would lash out at him if he even touched his dick with teeth. Just when he thought he might catch a break, Seo-Jun suddenly stopped him, yanking his hair to force him to face him. "Enough. I prefer hearing you moaning." he said, his voice low and intense, but his enjoyment was visible. At that moment, all Minho wanted was to end everything and stop doing all of this for Seo-Jun, but the weight of their deal hung over him like a dark cloud. With a heavy heart, he pressed on.

As Seo-Jun turned Minho's body around and pushed his cock deeply inside Minho's ass, which resulted in instant pleasure for Seo-Jun and painful action for Minho, Minho's mind raced. "Why is he going this deep?! WHY DID I TELL HIM TO SHOW ME WHAT HE GOTS?! DID I COMPLETELY LOSE MY MIND?! He is going to kill me, for sure, this big dick …inside me… I am dead… just don't touch that spot that feels strangely good…" The frustration bubbled inside him as he begged silently for release from this torment. Just then, Seo-Jun's voice sliced through his thoughts. "I see you are starting to have fun as well. Let me show you the beautiful view." In a swift motion, he turned Minho's head to face the wardrobe on the left side of the bed, which was like a large mirror reflecting everything back at him. In that split second, Minho felt the full pleasure of this wave that went right through his whole body, and the reality of it all crashed down on him.

"No, no!" he gasped, trying to twist his head away, but Seo-Jun's grip was unyielding. "You like it better that way, don't you?" he said, breathing heavily as he pushed in deeper, hitting this one spot in Minho's body. The spot was deep down into Minho's ass, and by being slowly pushed, it could hit the front wall of the rectum. Touching the rectum produce a pleasurable sensation. That was Minho's stop.

There was a strange sense of pleasure in Seo-Jun's tone, and was clear he was already ready to finish. Minho was trying to catch his breath and said, "Stop! I don't want to see it!" But Seo-Jun wasn't planning on listening to him. He trusted his own eyes that saw Minho's enjoyment.

Seo-Jun caught a glimpse of Minho's discomfort mixed with a hint of enjoyment. "Ohh, don't make me watch it all by myself. This view deserves sharing." he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Minho, fuelled by a surge of defiance, struggled against Seo-Jun's hold. "I CAN'T EVEN CLOSE MY EYES I CAN STILL SEE IT! IF WE CONTINUE LIKE THAT, I AM NOT SURE IF I WILL BE ABLE TO HOLD IT!" His thought was shining through his fear. Seo-Jun looked down and saw that Minho was actually having fun, a sight that made him smirk. Seo-Jun noticed Minho had started to react from the view of them having sex and gently touched Minho's dick that was already hard, teasingly saying, "Hard as a rock, I see." The playful tone in his voice encouraged Minho to let loose a little more. As Seo-Jun continued to hit deeper and deeper into Minho's body, he could feel the pleasure growing instantly, and after a few moments, he leaned in close, whispering in Minho's ear with a mischievous smirk, "Let me hear your voice again…"

Minho, feeling the warm pleasure of the moment, couldn't contain his enjoyment any longer. He thought to himself, "I can't hold it any more… the pressure is… too much. He keeps hitting that place over and over again…" Looking over at the wardrobe, now having this intimate moment, he relented, saying, "Seo-Jun…" Seo-Jun caught the glimmer of acceptance in Minho's eyes and grinned wider, continuing to go deeper. He knew where Minho's spot was now…

Soon enough, the entire bed was a chaotic mess of cum. Seo-Jun pulled back, surveying the scene with a sarcastic laugh. "Ha, you really enjoyed it this time… look around. The bed and your body is covered in sperm. Pleasurable view, if you ask me." he declared, his tone light yet challenging. Minho, now breathing heavily from the exertion, felt overwhelmed. Noticing his struggle to breathe, Seo-Jun's annoyance bubbled up, and he snapped, "Breathe properly! And prepare yourself for the next round." The unexpected command caught Minho off guard, making him shout, "WHAT!?"

And just like that, the next morning came. Seo-Jun was already out for work, leaving Minho to wake up alone after only two or three hours of sleep. As he rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, he wondered, "How is he so energetic?! How many rounds we did last night, and he is up so early…"

Minho stood up, wincing as his back ached from the previous night's experience. "My back… I have to go now too." he muttered to himself. Despite the discomfort, he dressed quickly and left the room. As he walked down the stairs, the daylight illuminated Seo-Jun's house, allowing him to take in his surroundings more clearly.

He spotted a few well-hidden cameras, which made him realise there were likely more he couldn't see. "He is probably hiding something important here since he has so many cameras all around the place…" he thought, curiosity piqued. Suddenly, a realisation hit him, and he stopped in his tracks. "DOES HE HAVE CAMERAS IN HIS BEDROOM?!" The thought made him blush, and he quickly shook his head, trying to dismiss it. "I hope he doesn't... Let's go now. I have more important things than this." With that, Minho made his way out of Seo-Jun's house, eager to put the strange thoughts and the whole night behind him.

Minho grabbed a taxi and rushed home, his mind racing with thoughts about how to explain his unexpected closeness with Seo-Jun to his team. He glanced at his watch and saw it was already 9:40 a.m., panic setting in as he realised he needed to be in the main meeting room by 10. Without wasting a moment, he hurried into his room and quickly showered and dressed in his usual smart-casual attire. After a few minutes, he dashed out the door.

Entering the meeting room, Minho was met with the sight of his teammates already engaged in discussions about the day's agenda. Taking a deep breath, he decided to share his encounter with Seo-Jun. As he recounted the details, the atmosphere shifted dramatically; the team's collective gasp echoed around the room, followed by an uproar of disbelief. "YOU WHAT?!" they shouted in unison, their eyes wide with astonishment. One of the guys leaned forward, his voice laced with incredulity, "How did you get into his apartment?!" Another teammate added, "We weren't even close to talking with him!"

Jae, the team's leader, sat at the centre of the table, arms crossed and brow furrowed, trying to piece together Minho's story. "Indeed… how did you get there?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Minho felt a sudden rush of heat, flinching under the intensity of their questions. The attention was overwhelming, and he could feel himself blushing slightly, caught off guard by their reactions as he struggled to find the right words to explain his unexpected connection with Seo-Jun.

Minho quickly tried to hide his reaction and said, "Well, I was talking with him at the bar… he got really drunk and I helped him get to his house…" while internally pleading, "Please, believe me and don't ask anything more!" Jae's gaze was sharp, filled with suspicion, as he knew Seo-Jun had no reason to get drunk since he wasn't fond of alcohol. Just then, Jin's enthusiastic shout cut through Jae's thoughts. "GOOD JOB, KID! You did amazing! You just have to go in there again and look around for something interesting." He patted Minho on the shoulder, but Minho's expression darkened as he replied, "That's the thing… I can't… his house is filled with cameras turned on all the time. I don't think I can do anything about this…"

An awkward silence enveloped the room as each team member pondered ways to get Minho back to Seo-Jun's place. Jae finally broke the silence, saying, "You must do something since you are the only one who got this far." as he stood up and walked toward the large drawer on the side of the table. Minho felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him, unable to shake the worry that clouded his mind, and he stared at the table, lost in thought.

Noticing Minho's reaction, Jin tried to encourage him, saying, "We will think about it later. Just keep him closer to you for now. Okay, buddy?" Minho managed a slight smile and nodded in response. Jin then turned to the rest of the team, exclaiming, "Now, all of you are free to go. We will see each other at practice later!" The members responded with a chorus of "Yes, hyung!" bowing as they left the room. However, Minho and Jae remained behind. Jin giggled and said, "You go too, Minho. Go with them. I have to discuss something with Jae." Minho flinched at the unexpected dismissal, standing up quickly and saying, "Oh, okay. See you later, Jin hyung!" He bowed and exited the room. Once Minho was gone, Jin's expression shifted instantly; he turned to Jae, annoyance evident on his face, and said, "Such a good kid! And you are acting all serious and grumpy around him."

Jae didn't look at Jin at all. His eyes were fixed on the folder he was holding, the weight of his thoughts was visible in his voice as he said, "Ha, I want him to understand who is in charge here." Jin's annoyance flared at Jae's dismissive tone, and he shot back, "You could do it more gently." The tension in the air thickened as Jae finally turned to face him, catching the frustration etched on Jin's face. With a resigned sigh, Jae muttered, "Whatever." as if the conversation was a burden he no longer wanted to bear. He carefully placed the folder, with its perfectly arranged papers, back into the drawer, the action almost ritualistic in its precision. Without another word, he turned and left the room, leaving Jin standing there, his irritation simmering.