It's been a few months since they all got saved. Newt survived, Thomas managed to drag him away, and then they made him some medicine at Safe Haven. The rest are here too. Everything worked out, everyone had a job, and now they even had money for that work.

One day, Thomas decided to suggest that the group play a game of "Seven Minutes in Heaven," to which everyone agreed since it was a weekend evening and no one had work.

So now, Thomas, Newt, Minho, you, Teresa, Brenda, and Gally were sitting in a small circle and spinning a bottle.

After about an hour of playing, the bottle stopped on Minho and you, causing Thomas, Newt, and Teresa to exchange glances and smirks.

Minho was in love with you, and all the guys who had known Minho for a long time knew this and had seen all the looks he gave you when you weren't looking.

And so, Teresa and Thomas locked you and Minho in the closet, then went to the common room of the house and started talking about something.

Minho didn't look at you for a while, while you didn't seem to know where to look, either at your hands or feet, or at Minho's hands or feet, but you didn't dare look at his face.

After sitting like that for just a minute, you exhaled quietly and said "We should be doing something, but we're just sitting here in silence..."

Your voice was uncertain because, to your surprise, the bottle had not fallen on you once during the entire game, while Minho had gone into the closet with Newt and Gally a couple of times.

The guy flinched slightly at your words because he didn't think you would speak, but then he looked up at you and began to examine your entire appearance: your cute features, plump lips, and beautiful, toned body. You were his ideal.

After thinking for only a moment, Minho thought: "Well, to hell with it. No one will ever know what happened between us anyway."

After these words, Minho, without saying a word, leaned toward you, placing his hands on either side of your head, then leaned toward you and kissed you on the lips with a passion he never knew he had.

The heat in the closet was palpable as never before.

A couple of minutes later, when they had only 5 minutes left out of 7, the small closet was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and quiet moans and sobs from you mixed with Minho's rough, low moans and growls.

Minho's hands gripped your hips firmly as you bounced on his cock. Your hands rested on his shoulders, digging into them, leaving crescent marks from your nails.

With each thrust, your moans became sweeter and sweeter, and your back arched with overwhelming excitement. When your head tilted back, revealing your beautiful neck that drove Minho crazy, the guy, not missing the opportunity, leaned down and began to bite and suck on your beautiful, smooth skin, leaving marks only where no one would see them under your clothes.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are right now... arching your back on my cock... craving it so much..." Minho said in a seductive voice, running his tongue down your neck, reaching your collarbone, gently sucking on it to leave a hickey.