Lee Minho

You could've swore you barely even touched your boy bestfriend. And still , still Minho's jealous. Cause apperantly he's your boyfriend so any other guys can't talk to you at all. Nor can they touch you , even think about you. And today you fucked up real hard. You talked to your bestfriend and got too close to him for Minho's liking, getting his blood all boiling up as he had to watch you talk to your ‘friend.’

And if you just so wanted to talk to your friend that much , fine..he'll let you. He'll let you text or call your friend. But only in one condition; while he's railing you so hard into the mattress you physically cannot mutter a singular word. While your fingers fumble with the keyboard , trembling as you tried to text your friend but you keep making grammatical errors cause Minho is literally furiously thrusting into you so much that you can't type anything. Let alone thinking straight. “wanna talk to your friend so fucking bad , huh? So desperate for his attention you forget me , hm?”