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“You called and I'm here, mister,” Minho chuckles, finally stepping inside Chan's house and looks around, “are you sure he's not here?”
“Pretty much so,” the older man closes the entrance door, “he sleeps over at his friend's place tonight and I haven't seen you in a while, so I thought…”
Minho turns around to face him, a visible smirk playing with the corners of his lips.
“You thought I'd come over and have fun with you?” He finishes Chan's sentence quite exactly.
It has been over two months since they met, and they never pass up a chance to hang out when Minho has some small amount of free time to spare, mostly in hotels all over Seoul. This is actually the first time Minho stays at Chan's house. They've never confirmed it, but they're basically a couple by now. Surprisingly enough, Felix still doesn't have a clue, he's not even suspicious about Chan's frequent night trips.
“Maybe you know me a little too well, I can't let you get away,” Chan's arms wrap around Minho's waist tightly, trapping him in a warm hug, “I've missed you,” his hot breath tickles Minho's neck.
“Missed me or my ass?” Minho raises his eyebrow.
Chan teases back, “I refuse to answer your question.”
“You're lucky you're so hot, because you're hella annoying.”
Chan's hands move down to cup Minho’s ass, squeezing it with his large palms, earning a soft moan from him.
“What do you think you're doing, daddy?”
“Hm? Nothing,” Chan closes the small distance between them, finally being able to taste his lover's soft, sweet lips.
Minho returns his kiss with no further hesitation, “let's take this elsewhere, where's your bedroom?” He whispers against Chan's lips.
Chan deepens the kiss, lifting Minho up and Minho is quick to wrap his legs around his waist, his hands stroking Chan's biceps.
Has he been working out more lately?
Once they reach the bedroom without even separating their lips to breathe, Chan presses the younger against the door, shutting it.
After putting some effort into walking over to the bed with the singer in his arms, Chan lays him down, climbing on top of him.
Minho pulls away, panting.
“You're kinda going for it today, daddy. Where's your shyness, hm? Do you think you're the one in charge?”
“Perhaps?” Chan chuckles nervously.
“Perhaps,” Minho repeats, a heavily sarcastic evident tone in his voice, “tell me. Who's in charge?”
“You are,” he mumbles.
“Again. I don't hear you.”
Minho's voice is as cold as ice, yet Chan can sense the warmth behind this mask and those words. It feels like Minho is a different person when he dominates him… in a good way. He can be scary, strict, or even bossy, but Chan doesn't mind. It's the opposite, he likes the attitude. He likes being put in his place.
“You are in charge,” he says a little louder and clearer than before, seeing the other man smirking beneath him.
“See, daddy? You can be a good boy too when you try,” he praises him, “and you're right, I'm stronger than you'll ever be. You have some muscles on your arms, but does that mean anything? It doesn't matter if you don't know how to use them. That's why you have me, I'll tell you what to do with those arms… more specifically, your hands.”
Chan gulps, “please…”
“Stop begging and take my clothes off.”
And so he does as told. Soon enough, Minho's clothes are thrown all over the floor.
Minho flips over, now laying on his stomach.
“You like what you see?” Minho teases, seeing his partner staring at his ass hungrily.
“You can't fucking imagine, you look so fuckable.”
Minho looks back at him over his shoulder.
“Get the lube, what are you waiting for?”
“Y-yeah, getting it,” Chan reacts quickly, immediately reaching for the drawer in his nightstand, making Minho chuckle.
“You're cute when you're horny,” he says, shaking his head.
Chan, blushing, grabs the lube and kneels between Minho's thighs. He would stay like this forever. This is such a perfect view.
“Daddy~?” Minho asks, biting his lower lip.
“Yes, baby?”
“I want you to use your fingers~ do you want to take care of me? Would you like to finger me~?”
“Oh, fuck,” Chan sighs, “of fucking course.”
He squeezes some lube on his fingers and puts it aside again. He brings his fingers to Minho's entrance, gently teasing it.
Minho giggles, “that tickles!”
“I may or may not be trying to do just that,” Chan jokes.
“Just fingerfuck me already, don't be a tease~”
“Like this?” Chan inserts two wet fingers past Minho's rim, making him gasp loudly.
“You know how to shut me up, bitch,” he exhales, quickly adjusting to Chan's fingers.
After receiving a small nod from his partner, Chan starts moving his hand, thrusting his fingers in and out of Minho, earning more moans from him.
“Do you like that, baby?” Chan looks down at him, already guessing the answer by the noises and facial expressions Minho's making.
“F-faster, deeper,” he moans.
And of course Chan listens to him. Why wouldn't he?
“That's right, deep— shit, there,” his words are followed by more sweet sounds of pleasure, “d-daddy, spank me. Spank my fucking ass.”
Chan's hand reaches out and a harsh slap lands on Minho's skin, marking his ass red. He whimpers, silently begging for more without saying any actual words or sentences that would make sense.
And another…
...Slap.
Chan would be lying if he said all of this doesn't turn him on. Actually, his pants feel tight, the tent in them is too obvious.
“You're doing so well, daddy, k-keep going, fuck…”
“Please, I want you to cum for me… wanna make you cum with my fingers,” he responds, his mind clouded with lust and desire.
“Yeah, I… I'm gonna cum soon, just don't stop.”
As the volume of Minho's moans and other extremely attractive sounds gradually increases, Chan can see he's close and lands one last slap, knowing it'll send him over the edge. As it always does.
“Daddy!” Minho cries out as he cums, staining the bed sheets beneath him.
“Shhh,” Chan whispers, slowly taking his fingers out once Minho calms down.
“You're talented, I have to admit,” panting, Minho laughs.
After laying there for a few more seconds, Minho gets up, “let me just bring new bed sheets and take a shower, where can I-”
“I'll get the sheets, don't worry about it. You can go to the bathroom in the meantime. Second door on the left,” Chan smiles.
“Got it, boss,” Minho finds his boxers lying on the floor and takes them on, covering at least his private parts.
—
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry you had to drive me back home just because I forgot to take my swimwear,” Felix sighs, opening the door, ready to get out of the car.
“I'm used to you being forgetful,” Jisung shrugs, “be quick or I might leave without you, bro.”
Felix gets out of the car and swiftly walks over to the entrance door of his house, opening the door.
“Dad, it's just me, I forg—” Felix freezes in place, his eyes meeting with Minho's.
“F-Felix, uhm… nice to see you…?” Minho is just as surprised.
Why is Lee Minho leaving the bedroom? In his underwear?
As soon as Chan hears them, he comes out of the bedroom, panicking.
“Lix, it's not—”
“Nah, I'm just hallucinating. Tell me I'm seeing things and there's not actually Lee Minho standing here almost naked.”
“Felix, I'm sorry for not telling you, I just… I wasn't sure how you'd react,” Chan starts.
“Keep as many secrets as you want, but seriously? Lee Minho?! Lee Know?!! Lee motherfucking Know?!! Or should I say fatherfucking—”
“Hey, Felix, don't scream,” Minho tries to calm him down.
“I can't be quiet, this is some matrix shit! This is a reality glitch!”
“I'll sign all of your fucking albums or whatever if you shut up,” he really knows how to blackmail someone into being quiet. Even Chan gives him a surprised look when it works.
“Oh my god, really?” Felix's eyes widen with excitement.
“Just don't tell anyone,” Minho warns him.
“Uhm, you know what, I'm gonna go, Jisung's waiting for me,” he leaves the house immediately, not leaving enough space for further conversation when another reality check hits him.
His dad is sleeping with Lee Minho.
He gets into Jisung's car, closing the door and Jisung looks over at him.
“Where's your swimwear?”
Oh, right. Swimwear. He forgot the only thing he went back home for.
“Fuck swimming, just drive,” he responds without even looking at him, he's just staring ahead blankly.
“Damn, okay,” Jisung starts the car and starts driving back home, “what happened in there? You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“I probably have.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Jisung asks, not taking his eyes off the road.
After a few seconds of silence, Felix speaks.
“My dad's sleeping with Lee Minho.”
“Oh, his boyfriend has the same name as the idol, that's cool.”
“No. You don't understand. It's THE Lee Minho. It's Lee Know.”
If Jisung had water in his mouth right now, he'd spit it out.
“What the hell, that's so funny considering you're so obsessed with that man,” Jisung laughs, “and how do you know? Did he tell you?”
“No. Minho was standing naked in my house just now. So I just connected the dots. And then dad started panicking.”
“Naked?!”
“I mean… almost. He was wearing boxers.”
“Your dad's getting it, man. Mad respect,” he jokes.
“Don't you understand it's Minho? I wouldn't care otherwise…”
“Idols are normal people too. Just like us. And they need to fuck sometimes too, you know. But let's just get back to my house and watch some Netflix. Forget about it for now.”
“I… I guess you're right…”
—
It has been a few days since the incident happened. Minho is back home now, so is Felix. He got to accept the reality somehow after Chan explained everything - from their first walk where they got together for the first time, up until now. Obviously, he left out all the spicy details.
Felix is sitting on his bed, casually scrolling through Twitter, when a notification suddenly pops up.
<1 new message: Jisung>
Bro, I don't wanna scare you, but check out the new allkpop post
With a heavy feeling, he opens the said profile, seeing an article related to Minho. He opens it and starts reading.
Does Lee Minho have an affair?
Lee Minho, known under the stage name Lee Know has been spotted several times with a man, who is by the given description older than him.
This information was shared by an anonymous hotel staff member who is working in a hotel where Lee Know supposedly got a room with the unknown man. The employee refused to share details about his identity due to customer privacy policy.
Comments by netizens:
“Are you trying to tell me he's gay?”
“And this is how one becomes a Lee Know anti.”
“I'm no longer supporting him.”
“I would be happy for him if he found a girlfriend. But sleeping around? With a man?”
What. The. Fuck.
“Dad?!” Felix gets up from his bed and runs to the living room, sitting down on the couch next to Chan, “read this!”
Chan gives him a confused look, but takes the phone from Felix's hand and starts reading. His usual smile slowly fades.
“What… This is… Fuck.”
“Exactly. What are we going to do now?”
“I have no idea, I'm actually shocked… How did they find out? I have to call him,” Chan picks up his own phone, dialling Minho's number. Without a response. He hangs up and sighs heavily, “he's in trouble, isn't he…”
A new notification pops up on Felix's phone, it's from Twitter again.
“Wait, SKZ entertainment released a statement.”
“SKZ entertainment?”
“The company Minho is under,” Felix opens the link to the statement and starts reading out loud:
Hello, this is SKZ entertainment.
Today, an article about one of our artists, Lee Know, started spreading throughout all social media platforms. The article talks about Lee Know's supposed relationship with another man. We want our artists to respect all rules within our company, and relationships are a part of it. We do not support the artist's decision to try to ruin our company's reputation by being in a same-sex relationship and therefore, we have decided to terminate his contract. Lee Know is no longer an artist under SKZ entertainment.
Thank you for your understanding and we apologize to all fans who were hurt.
“They… They kicked him out?!” Felix looks at Chan.
“How could they kick him out just because of a stupid article? No, I have to call him,” Chan tries calling again, but with the same response. A beeping sound, signalling there's no one on the other side of the phone.
“Wait, I'll text him on instagram,” Felix opens instagram on his phone, looking for Minho's account.
Unsuccessfully.
Account deactivated.