A few weeks had passed since Ash and I started dating, but only Lila, Harry and James knew about it.
I felt terrible when we first told James as Ash had wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his body. You couldn't miss the hurt flash in James' eyes at the action, yet he smiled through it and wished us the best.
Afterwards I made sure to give him a kiss on the cheek, without Ash knowing of course, and apologised for everything. He said he didn't mind and that it was fine, but I could tell he was lying.
When Lila found out she screamed and hit me on the head with a frying pan in rage before spinning me around with joy.
Controversial, I know. Although, it was clear as day that she was just worried about me.
Harry took things a little easier but he still warned me and told me to be careful around him. I tried to convince him it was fine, but he wouldn't have any of it. Even though it was a little annoying, it's nice to know that they truly care.
Anyway, for now we're just trying to spend some time together without anyone getting in the way. Though, the left alone part never seems to work out.
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"Minnie stop!" I squealed as he pressed another kiss to my neck, trying to push him away even though I secretly loved what he was doing.
"What? Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" He looked down at me with smug eyes and a teasing smirk, not so subtly moving his hands down to my thighs.
"You're allowed to kiss me when I give you permission to and, if I recall correctly, you didn't get my word." I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him my best basic bitch smile.
Groaning, he back away from me, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "C'mon baby, I just wanna mess around."
I looked at him with a disgusted expression, my eyes scrunched up so much that I could hardly see. "I don't know if that's some pervy way of saying you wanna have sex but, even if it's not, I'm saying no."
He sunk to the floor with a loud whine, landing in a heap with his ass sticking up in the air. "You've hardly let me touch you in two weeks! I got to kiss you more before we were dating."
Scoffing, I poked my toe into his ribs. "Get up off the floor, Min. You're going to get your clean shirt dirty."
By the time I heard him move to stand up again, I was already in the kitchen pouring two glasses of orange juice. "What time did you say your parents would be home?"
"Probably an hour or so. They won't stay long though, so they don't even have to know you're here."
I hummed in response as I walked into the living room with the two glasses, placing them down on the table gently. "Are you sure I shouldn't introduce myself at least? I mean, maybe they won't care all that much."
"Don't. If they know we're dating they're gonna get extremely pissed, and I'm not particularly desperate for that to happen right now."
"Yeah well you are desperate to get your hands on me and I say we talk to them."
He gave me a sceptical look before throwing his head back, grunting. "Fine! But when they try to rip our heads off don't blame me. Anyway, come and sit on my lap."
"Not given permis-"
"That's the deal, Sky. If we talk to them then I get an hours worth of physical contact."
"Oh my god! Fine! You should change your name to Mr Iwontakenoforananswer by the way. It fits you better than Tae-"
"Sit the fuck down before I get up and make you." Without a second of hesitation I plonked myself down on his lap, cheeks bright red and heartbeat racing. I wasn't as if I was afraid about the anger in his words as we'd talked about this beforehand and, after a long discussion, had decided that we were both totally fine with him being more dominating. In fact, I found it sexy.
The only downside was that when he used that tone, I became extremely flustered and generally went straight into subspace.
"Good boy. Now, why don't you get comfortable and let me take care of y-"
"Son? We're home."
The unexpected words shocked us, causing me to yelp and fall forwards, landing on the floor with a loud thump. Ash tried to grab onto me when I fell, hands reaching out, but missed and ended up half on top of me instead.
"Minjoon? Where are y- oh my god!"
I heard a gasp from the other side of the room followed by a shout and heavy footsteps. It appeared that his parents were home early and had just walked in on us at an extremely bad moment.
"Why are you laying on another boy in our living room!" His mother looked horrified, face pale in contrast to her almost black hair. Although the man stood beside her, his father, looked more angered than shocked.
"Mum! Dad!" He paused, struggling to get to his feet due to the awkward position. "This isn't what it looks like. You shocked us when you shouted and we fell. That's all."
Once he was firmly stood on the ground, he held out one of his large hands for me to take and pulled me up, surprising me once again with his strength.
They gave us a hesitant look, seemingly unable to remove their eyes from our interlocked hands. "That doesn't explain why you were practically groping his behind, Tae Minjoon."
"I-"
"We're very sorry ma'am. Please don't be annoyed with your son; I was the one who fell to begin with." I gave them a sweet smile - the one I used when I was trying to get out of a difficult situation - and slid my hands into my pockets. "My name is River Skyter. Minjoon and I met a few months ago at a laser tag arena and since them we became friends."
Ash looked at me with shock and I presumed it was because of how easily the lies slipped off my tongue. I gave him a hidden wink, making him turn away and look back at his parents.
"Oh good. Minjoon needed some more friends. He hasn't had anyone over for years." His mothers lips turned up at the edges, almost as if she was attempting to smile.
"The guys were here two weeks ago, not that you were around to see." I presumed that they didn't hear him mumble under his breath because they didn't scald him for it.
What? They defiantly seem like the type to shout for something as simple as dropping a pea on the floor.
"We're only staying for a few hours and then we'll be flying to Japan. I hope you don't mind." I noticed that his mother was doing most of the talking while his father typed away on his phone, most likely to whoever they were going to meet.
Ash scoffed and folded his arms over his chest, a look of annoyance on his face. "I don't mind at all, not that you would care if I did. Anyway, River and I are going to the mall. See you."
Before his parents could reply, he had grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door, his grip too tight to be comfortable.
"Minjoon you know better than to talk with that tone with us. And stop holding that boys hand, it makes you look like a fag." That was the first time I heard his father speak and I already hated him.
"Don't you fucking dare use that word." His words were filled with venom as he held onto me tighter, almost as if he was afraid of losing me.
"What? Fag? Because that's what you are. I could tell you never got fixed, but I just hoped you wouldn't act on it."
"I said stop using that word, dad. And for the record, it's not a fucking disease. It's not a fucking choice. It's something that happens and you can't fucking control it!" I stared up at him with wide puppy eyes, feeling somewhat afraid. His chest was heaving and his jaw was clenched as well as small veins protruding in his arms due to the anger.
He tuned around and dragged me towards the door, slamming it shut once we were outside. I could hear shouts from inside the house but my head was spinning, adrenaline kicking in.
The car clicked and I climbed in, unable to say anything as Ash started the engine and began speeding down the road. Horns of surrounding cars echoed in my mind and after a minute or so, I reached my hand over and placed it on his thigh.
"Ash, you need to stop. Pull over."
He refused and instead pressed the pedal down further, shocking me.
"Ash! If you don't want me to leave, pull over right now."
He groaned, aggravated, but swiftly pulled into a lay-by and switched the car off. "What do you want?"
"I want you to calm down! I get it, your dad is a homophobic jackass and if I'm honest, I want to rip his head off as much as you do. But we can't. As sad as it sounds, murder is actually illegal and will put you in prison." He raised an eyebrow, unsure of what I was trying to get across.
"Listen, my point is that you need to chill out before we start driving again. We can go to the mall but only when you're not about to kill someone doing so."
Sighing, he leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. I rubbed his thigh slowly to try and help him relax, only stopping when his gaze shot to me.
"You might wanna stop that unless you're prepared to deal with a big problem."
I blinked, baffled by his words. However, it only took a few seconds for me to realise what he meant.
"Oh my god! You're unbelievable! You- you could have just told me to stop." I pulled my hand away and hid my face, not wanting to let him see the pink hue to my cheeks. He laughed and playfully nudged my arm, but I was too embarrassed to look over at him.
"C'mon baby, I'm joking. Well... not really but you don't have to get so flus-"
"HOW do you expect me not to get flustered? I mean, when you keep not-so-subtly hinting to your... thing, is it even possible for me to not get worked up?"
I turned my head and looked out of the window, peacefully admiring the view while waiting for Ash to start the car again. However, when I felt a hand wrap around my hoodie and pull me, I let out a surprised squeak.
The forced movement stopped when our lips met in a harsh kiss, his tongue running over my lower lip. My hands quickly made their way to his hair, knotting themselves in it and pulling lightly. He growled shallowly as I did so, his kisses becoming rougher and more rushed.
Despite the fact that our position wasn't exactly the greatest as I had a gearstick prodding against my rib and his arm was jammed between the dashboard, it was pretty good.
We hadn't kissed in a week or so due to his constant begging so that might have played a part in it and, even though I was the one doing the teasing, I felt kind of robbed.
A few minutes passed before he broke us apart, his forehead resting against mine as we each inhaled deeply. The tangy scent of orange filled my senses as his ragged breaths brushed over my lips, our closeness sending me into some kind of hyper aware daze.
"Stop being so good at everything."
He looked up into my eyes, his own glazed over with a dream like gloss. "What do you mean?"
"Stop being such a good kisser! Stop being so good at sport and flirting and making me happy. You're inhumanly perfect."
He fell back into his seat, a smile adorning his lips. "Oh baby, I'm not perfect. I've messed up and done a lot of stupid things. The only reason I'm any good at anything is through practice. Even the kissing, as much as you hate it."
Flopping back, I wrapped my arms around my body as the early March air chilled my skin. It was surprisingly cold for midday.
"You know, I think I need some lessons in kissing." I glanced over at him, admiring the way his turtleneck clung to his body in all the right places, accentuating every curve and muscle with a smirk on my face.
He laughed and tightened his grip around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening. "I'd be glad to give you some, free of charge. But let's get to the mall first, then we can discuss when we're going to start."
"Aye aye Sir." I playfully kissed his cheek as he started the car, the engine revving loudly.
"Shut up kid."
"Hey! I'm only seven months younger than you."
"And? You're still seventeen. You're practically a baby."
I pouted my lips, crossing my arms over my chest in a child-like way. "I am not a baby. I'm gonna be eighteen in two months!"
"Yeah well, I'd still be legally classified as a pedophile if we had sex."
"MINJOON!"
"What! I'm just saying!"
"You disgust me."
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Oof so that didn't end up quite how I planned but oh well uwu
There could be 25 or 26 chapters I'm not sure anymore so look out for them!
See you soon,
- Storm ð¹