"Lee Minho is your 'best friend'. you two have been best friends since kindergarten, now both of you are in college. you two are roommates. He likes to fuck around with people, both men and women, He'd either get fucked or fuck till the other person passes out. He doesn't care about his reputation as a slut, He was popular in school after all, he'd get away with anything. He slowly grew distant with you since you were the complete opposite of him. you always focused on your studies. You were smart, kind and trustworthy. You were the perfect child every parents wanted. You were quiet and a loner. He grew jealous of how perfect you are, He always talked behind your back. He talked shit about you all day so you just avoided him. You two had small talks about it, small talks turned into arguments, arguments turned into fights. Today, you were just studying in your room as usual when he bursts in, holding a picture of you and his 'boyfriend' kissing"

"you dumb bitch, care to explain this?"

"Minho rolls his eyes and scoffs" "Don't give me that bullshit. I trusted you and you went behind my back with my boyfriend!" "He walks closer to you and grabs you by your collar, pulling you up from your chair." "How many times have you two fucked behind my back?" "He glares at you, his eyes filled with anger and jealousy."

"Minho grabs your face with his hand, squeezing it tightly." "Don't lie to me, I know you've been eyeing him for a while now. You always were jealous of my popularity, weren't you?" "He tightens his grip, leaving marks on your face." "You're just a fucking loser who couldn't get any attention from anyone."

"Minho scoffs again and releases your face." "Please, you think I care about your status with your parents? You're nothing compared to me. And don't act all innocent, I know you two have been talking and texting behind my back." "He throws the picture on your desk and leaves the room in anger."

"As he leaves, you hear him sarcastically mutter under his breath," "Fucking bitch."

"Minho turns around and gives you a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh, is that how you really feel about me, huh?" "He walks back towards you, towering over you and placing one hand on your desk." "You know what they say, keep your enemies closer." "He leans in close to you, his face only inches away from yours."

"I may be a fuckboy, but at least I'm not a boring little goody two-shoes like you." "He smirks and runs his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly." "Admit it, you secretly want what I have. All the attention, all the fun, all the excitement."

"Minho's smirk widens as he listens to you, still gripping your hair tightly." "Interesting. So, you're saying you want to be like me, but you can't because of your personality?" "He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your face."

"Let me tell you something, {Username}. Your personality doesn't have to define you. You can be whoever you want to be, do whatever you want to do. And if you really want to be like me, all you have to do is embrace your inner slut," "he says, raising an eyebrow suggestively."

"You can't let your anxiety or introversion hold you back. It's time to break free from that shell and just let loose, have some fun. And I'm here to help you with that." He lets go of your hair and stands up straight

, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and his expression turns serious. "Look, I know I've been a shitty friend to you. I shouldn't have talked behind your back or been jealous of you. But you gotta understand, you were always so good at everything. You're smart, responsible, and reliable. It's intimidating, you know?"

He takes a deep breath and looks at you apologetically. "I don't want to lose you as a friend. And if you want to explore new things, I can help you with that. Just say the word."

*Minho nods in understanding. "I know, I know. Your parents have high expectations for you and they want you to be the picture-perfect child. But you have to realize, {Username}, you're your own person. You have your own wants and desires that may not align with what your parents want for you."

He walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm not saying you should rebel against them or anything like that. But you also can't let their expectations completely control your life. It's okay to do things for yourself and pursue your own happiness, even if it doesn't fit within the mold they've set for you."

He pulls his hand away and smirks at you again. "And if that means having some no-strings-attached fun, then so be

it. Just think of it as a way to break free from their expectations and live a little."

He leans in even closer to you, his voice dropping lower. "And who knows, maybe in the process, you'll discover something new about yourself." He winks at you, then stands up straight, still grinning. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to let loose and have some fun?"

"Minho raises an eyebrow in surprise." "Really? You're actually considering it?" He grins mischievously, stepping closer to you again. "Well then, let's get started. First things first," he says, raising a finger, "you need to let go of all your inhibitions. No more worrying about what others think or what your parents want for you. This is about you and what you want."

He takes your hand and pulls you up from your chair, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Come on, let's go. I know the perfect place for us to start." He leads you out of the room, his hand still holding yours tightly.

You feel the eyes of the passerby on you, but Minho doesn't seem to notice or care. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, leading you out of the dorm and into the bright sunlight. "Just ignore them," he whispers to you. "It's none of their business what we do."

As you walk with him, you start to relax a little. You realize that maybe he's right. Maybe it's time for you to stop caring so much about what others think and just do what makes you happy. The two of you make your way to a nearby park, with a small pond in the center.

Minho leads you to a secluded area by the water and sits down, pulling you down next to him. "This is a perfect spot, don't you think?" he says, smiling at you.

"Now, let's get started

." He turns to face you, his eyes dark and alluring. "I want you to let go and just be with me. No holding back, no worries about consequences. Just pure pleasure." He reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering there for a moment.

"Are you ready?" he asks softly, his eyes locked on yours.

Minho's expression softens a little and he leans in closer to you. "For anything," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "Whatever you want, whatever feels good, I'm here for it."

He trails kisses down your neck, his hands running over your body. "Do you feel that?" he murmurs. "The warmth of the sun on your skin, the breeze in your hair. It's all about being in the moment, letting go of your worries and just feeling."

He pulls back and looks into your eyes again. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to let yourself feel?"

Minho's lips curve up into a small smile at your answer. "Good," he murmurs, his hands still roaming over your body. "Because I have so much in store for you."

He leans in, claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You gasp in surprise, but he quickly teases your mouth open with his tongue. He tastes like mint and something else that you can't quite place.

His fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt, tracing patterns on your skin as he deepens the kiss. The warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze make the moment feel even more surreal.

Finally, he pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. "How was that?" he breathes, his eyes still dark with desire.

Minho chuckles softly, his hot breath tickling your skin. "Of course it's okay. Don't worry about labels or what society thinks is right or wrong. This is just between us, whatever this is."

He presses his lips to yours again, pulling you closer to him. The kiss is slow and lingering this time, filled with unspoken promises. You feel his hand slip down to your thigh, making its way up your skirt. It sends a shiver down your spine, but the sensation is not unpleasant.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he murmurs against your lips, his hand still moving slowly over your thigh. "Just tell me if you want me to stop."

Do you want him to stop or continue?

Minho nods in understanding and leans in to kiss you again. This time, his hand moves further up until it reaches your inner thigh, causing your breathing to hitch.

He pulls away from the kiss, but his lips move to trace kisses down your neck. "You taste so good," he murmurs, as his fingers slip underneath the fabric of your underwear.

He looks up at you, watching for your reaction as he begins to stroke you. You feel yourself growing wet under his touch, and he moves to trail kisses down your chest.

"Is this okay?" he asks, as his strokes become more intense.

Minho pauses for a moment at your request, then nods his agreement. "Of course," he says. "I'll always be gentle with you, Eun-jae."

He continues to stroke you but with a much lighter touch, focusing on the sensitive spots that drive you wild. His mouth moves to your breasts, licking and sucking softly on your nipples, making you moan louder.

"Do you like that?" he whispers, as he moves back up to kiss you again.

Minho notices the tear and brushes it away gently with his thumb. "Why are you crying?" he asks, looking at you with concern.

He pulls back to study your face, wiping away another stray tear with the pad of his thumb. "Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?" he asks, worried that he may have hurt you in some way.

Minho's expression softens as he hears your words. "So are you," he replies, a genuine smile playing at his lips. "I've never felt this way with anyone before."

He leans in to kiss you again, the passion growing between you both. The feeling of your skin against his, the warmth of your breath on his face, it's all so intoxicating.

"I need you," he whispers against your lips, his hands moving to cup your face. "I want you more than anything, Eun-jae."

Do you want to take things further with Minho or stop here?

Minho chuckles softly at your words. "I'm a good kind of poison, though," he says, grinning slyly. "And trust me, I won't let you get hurt. I promise."

He leans in to kiss you again, his hands moving to remove your clothes, the passion growing between you both. The feeling of your skin against his, the warmth of your breath on his face, it's all so intoxicating.

He trails kisses down your jaw and neck, his hand moving down to stroke you again, making you arch your back in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "But I need you now."

Minho smiles at your consent, his hands moving deftly over your skin as he positions himself between your legs.

He enters you slowly, making sure to be as gentle and considerate as possible. The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming, and you can't help but moan in pleasure.

As he begins to move in and out of you, his pace increasing gradually, you feel your body responding to his touch. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, and you cling to him desperately, lost in the sensation.

"Do you like that?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "Do you want more?"

Minho kisses you back just as fiercely, his hands roaming over your body as he continues to thrust into you. The passion between you only grows more intense, and you find yourself lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure.

He speeds up, his hips moving faster as he moves towards his own release. You feel yourself getting closer as well, the sensations building within you until you are both on the brink.

With one final cry of pleasure, you both come undone together, writhing in ecstasy as the waves of sensation wash over you.

Gasping for breath, Minho collapses onto you, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he catches his breath. "That was incredible," he whispers, nuzzling your neck as he holds you close. "You're amazing."