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⋆ 🦢 sit down ; l.mh

Smut
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You were arguing with Minho until he motioned you to do something.

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

You stood in the living room, arms crossed over your chest, glaring at Minho. He matched your intensity, his own eyes visible with frustration.

"Why can't you just listen for once?" you shouted, your voice shaking with anger.

Minho scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, like you ever listen to me? You're impossible!"

The argument had been going on for an hour, both of you stubborn and unwilling to back down. It was over something stupid, but the stress and unresolved issues had finally boiled over.

"I can't stand you!" you finally exclaimed, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "You drive me crazy!"

You rolled your eyes, rubbing your temple softly before looking up at Minho. He had his head cocked to the side, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you. His demeanor, after being at each other's throats, only served to annoy you further. Before you could retort, he backed up onto the couch, his posture relaxed and confident. He spread his legs, leaning back slightly.

"So sit down," he said, his voice calm yet challenging.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone. His nonchalance in the middle of such an intense argument left you surprised and conflicted. You stared at him, your anger faltering for a moment as confusion took its place.

"What?" you stammered, your voice losing some of its edge.

Minho raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "You heard me. Sit down," he repeated, patting the space between his legs.

The challenge in his eyes was clear, and despite your lingering frustration, you felt a different kind of tension building between you. Slowly, you uncrossed your arms and moved towards him, feeling a mix of defiance and curiosity.

"You're insufferable," you muttered as you approached, trying to hold onto your anger.

Minho's smirk didn't waver. "And yet, here you are," he replied, his tone smug.

With a huff, you finally sat down on the couch, but before you could settle, Minho's hands gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You gasped at the sudden movement, your hands instinctively going to his shoulders for balance.

"Minho, what are you doing?" you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You said I drive you crazy," he murmured, his hands sliding up your thighs. "Let's see how crazy I can really make you."

You shivered at his touch, your anger melting away as desire took its place. "You're infuriating," you muttered, though your voice lacked conviction.

Minho's hands roamed over your body, his touch sending sparks through your skin. "And you're adorable when you're mad," he teased, his lips brushing against your neck. "So cute when you're angry."

You tried to hold onto your frustration, but the way his hands moved over you made it impossible. "I'm not falling for that," you said, though your voice was already shaky.

Minho's hands moved lower, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. "Aren't you?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over your collarbone.

  You shook your head, trying to summon your earlier anger. "No, I'm not," you insisted. "I'm mad at you, Minho. You can't just—"
 
  Before you could finish, Minho smirked and, in one swift motion, pulled down your shorts and underwear. The sudden exposure made you gasp, your eyes widening in surprise.