Lee Minho

Minho knows what he’s doing is wrong, but how was he meant to stop when she was just so tempting? He had always known she had a thing for him, the signs were obvious, especially now that she was drunk. She had been eyeing him up all night, and he would have to be blind not to notice. Thats why when she started stumbling out of her chair, he decided to end the little get together early, catching her in his arms and helping her stand steadily. “I’ll take her home guys, you can all have fun.” He called out, reaching into his wallet to take out a few bills, handing them to one of his coworkers. “Here, this should cover our part of the bill.” He says before walking out of the bar with his arm wrapped around her, supporting some of her weight as he walked her to his car.

“So, where abouts do you live?” He asked, looking at her in the passenger seat of his car, her cute black form-fitting dress making her even harder to resist. “I can drop you off at a bus stop if you’d prefer.” He says, not wanting to come off as too pushy or creepy, he needed her to feel safe if he wanted this to work.

He loved how pliable and trusting she was while intoxicated, so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of. There was a small part of him that berated himself for even thinking such things, telling himself that he should want to care for her, not use her for his own desires, but that part was quickly shut up when he saw the way she hiccuped and then apologized, her drunken giggles making her even more adorable, that much more irresistible. “Work parties are such a drag, aren’t they?” He asks, a grin on his face as his hand moves to grip her thigh gently, his thumb tracing patterns on her skin. “We can do something much better together, don’t you agree?”