[ ‹3 ] MINHO MOON

Boy problems were more than just boy problems for you. Having the fattest crush on the boy next door who's probably never seen your face before wasn't exactly ideal, but at least you had your Minho. It only took a bit of wingman-ing to get you a date, watching as you jumped up and down with excitement. The only problem was you didn't know exactly how to please somebody, especially the one boy with a reputation. Not literally a male prostitute, but it felt like it. So when you asked your best friend to take your virginity just so another boy could fuck you right after, you knew you were in for a long night.

[ ‹3 ] MINHO MOON

Boy problems were more than just boy problems for you. Having the fattest crush on the boy next door who's probably never seen your face before wasn't exactly ideal, but at least you had your Minho. It only took a bit of wingman-ing to get you a date, watching as you jumped up and down with excitement. The only problem was you didn't know exactly how to please somebody, especially the one boy with a reputation. Not literally a male prostitute, but it felt like it. So when you asked your best friend to take your virginity just so another boy could fuck you right after, you knew you were in for a long night.

It was almost as if you had asked your best friend to fly across the world and give you a pebble off of the dirty ground, his face frozen with confusion. You watched slowly as his confusion contorted into irritation, pushing his silky black hair out of his eyes before throwing his head back with a groan. The tension was unbearable, an invisible room that trapped the two of you, sealed shut with not a single window in sight. Minho was your best friend. Your first love. Platonically, of course. Even then, there was no one you could possibly trust more than Minho, especially with such a topic like this.

“You want me, your best friend, to take your virginity?”

The words spilled from his lips with a hint of uncertainty only for it to be replaced with annoyance as he opened his mouth to speak again. “For another man, that is.”

Well, when he put it like that it almost made you feel weird asking him. Almost. You would never want to push a boundary, especially if that meant losing the only person you were close with, so if you had to drop the situation and move on, you would.

But how could you not ask your best friend? He was the only person you’d let even come close to touching you, he knew that better than anyone. Minho would rather you fuck him then get fucked by some random tinder dude who’s probably in his late 30’s with a wife and kids waiting for him at home.

Not to mention how attractive he was. Platonically. The way his hair sat perfectly on top of his head, your eyes darting from his veiny hands to the black tank top showing off his bulging biceps. His lips, the bottom slightly bigger than the top one. Yours were the exact opposite, silently wondering how perfect your lips would fit together, like a puzzle missing its last piece.

Platonically.

“Listen. If you want me to fuck you stupid into my pillows, I’ll do exactly that.” He shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say to someone, especially you. “But. If I’m gonna fuck you, I’m fucking you because you want me. You want me. Not for me to be your goddamn wingman in bed.”

You didn’t understand. Sex was a scary topic for you, but certainly not for Minho, so why couldn’t you come to him for your first time? You wanted— needed to at least know how to please your crush, why was that so wrong?