𝖪𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖤𝖱 𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖤 - 𝖬𝖠𝖹𝖤 𝖱𝖴𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖱

𝙓𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥

WARNING: Sexual content. Caution advised. (We are not going to talk about this. I hate this chapter with every fiber of my being. But I'm too lazy to rewrite it.)

"Attention all, this will be the last five months you will all spend together. Once that time is up, you will be separated for trials and training. That is all."

Hushed whispers begin circling around the room, worried murmurs being exchanged.

Minho doesn't like this news, and normally he would get up to talk to Newt, or Thomas about it.

But, at this particular moment, his girlfriend is asleep, curled up into his side. He can't bear to disturb her, not when he knows she still has nightmares. She looks so peaceful, and he just can't do it.

He smiles softly down at her, gently brushing hair out of her face, careful not to wake her.

Frypan sees this, knowing how much Minho loves Izzy, but he also knows how impatient he is. He walks over, crouching down next to him.

"Hey, Minho."

Minho acknowledges him with a gentle nod. Frypan chuckles at his gentleness, still not used to it.

"Rough night?" He says, motioning towards Izzy.

"Yeah. I couldn't wake her up. She hasn't been sleeping good recently."

"Still having nightmares?"

Minho nods.

"I don't like the sound of what he said."

"Me neither, but I suppose we won't know until the time comes."

"Best to just make the most of the time we have left."

"Definitely."

Minho sighs after Frypan leaves, the lack of sleep getting to him. As much as he loves Izzy, he's tired too. So, he supposes if she's sleeping, he could take a nap too.

He drifts off, with their combined body heat keeping him warm.

A while later, Thomas strolls in with Newt, immediately searching for his sister. And... of course. Minho. Wherever one goes, the other does too.

As protective as he is of Izzy, he's at least glad she didn't choose Gally. He shudders to even imagine it.

He spots them curled up on a sofa, both sound asleep. He knows Izzy didn't sleep well, because she never really has.

He almost considers waking them up rudely, but he knows they can both kick his ass quickly. So he decides against it.

"They're good for each other, aren't they?"

Thomas turns his head to look at Newt, looking at his two friends fondly. Thomas nods.

"Yeah. I'm happy for her. She's had a shitty life, it's nice she found someone. Even if it's Minho."

Newt snorts at this, shoving Thomas's shoulder back. Thomas plays the mock offended card, before quickly cracking a smile at him.

Him and Newt have grown closer over the years. At this point, he can't think of anything he doesn't know about him.

He always worries about Izzy getting hurt again, but he hopes he knows Minho well enough that he's confident enough that he wouldn't hurt her.

Across the area, on the sofa, Izzy begins to stir. Lifting up her head slowly, blinking trying to clear the fog from her mind.

"Min?" She mumbles, sleepily.

Minho is somehow awoken by her light shifting, looking down at her in question.

"You alright?"

"M' fine. Just wondering what time it is."

"I think it's about four, maybe? Why?"

"Just curious."

"Mhm."

"Did you feel better now that you've slept more, Iz?"

"A bit."

"That's good. You hungry?"

"Depends. Are you?"

"Starving. You want some pizza?"

"Sure."

"M'kay. I'll be back soon with some food. Just chill for a while." Minho voiced, heading to the cafeteria.

He kisses the top of her head gently, before heading out. Izzy leans into the touch. Leaning back in the cushions, closing her eyes.

She isn't sleeping, per say, more just existing. Thinking about things. Minho. Thomas. Newt. Thalia. Wren. Juno.

How lucky she is to have all of them. She doesn't know where she'd be if it wasn't for them.

"Iz?"

She snaps out of her trance, to look at Minho holding out a plate of pizza to her. He looks concerned.

"I'm fine. Just zoned out for a second."

He gently sets the plate down on her lap, settling down again on the sofa. They begin munching quietly, simply basking in each other's presence.

Minho finishes first, as usual. He stares at her, admiring her. She doesn't notice at first, continuing to eat.

She slowly glances up at Minho.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just admiring you."

"I literally have tomato sauce on my face right now, Min."

Minho chuckles, wiping off the corner of Izzy's mouth with his thumb, then a napkin.

Izzy stares at him, watching him suck his thumb clean. Minho notices her eyes on transfixed on him, watching him almost... hungrily.

"Cmon', Min. I have to show you something."

Minho raises an eyebrow at this, but follows her out. He hopes it's going where he thinks it is. Who can blame him? He's a hormonal teenage boy.

Izzy tugs him inside, smashing her lips against his, he whirls them around, pressing her back against the wall, planting his palm flat against the wall next to her head.

Minho starts sucking on her neck, leaving visible marks.

"Minho, people will see these."

"Let em'."

Izzy looks at him strangely for a moment, before pushing him back against the door. She sinks to her knees. Minho's eyes widen, knowing where this is going.

"You don't have to."

"I know."

"I want to."

She runs her hands down his thighs, hovering over his crotch area. She gently rubs him through his jeans, Minho hissing at the friction. Izzy smirks, knowing how much this is effecting him.

She looks up at him for confirmation, but the lust in his eyes gives her his answer.

She teasingly pulls the zipper down, before tugging his jeans down to his ankles, painstakingly slow. He's leaking through his boxers.

She tugs out the waistband of his boxers, letting the elastic snap back after a moment. She brings them down, his erection twitching at the cold air.

"Shit- Please." Minho whimpers, hips twitching. She wraps a hand around the base of his shaft, snugly.

She gazes up at him, playing false innocence. She proceeds to lick a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock.

This causes Minho to tip his head against the wall, and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment, briefly. Snapping back open, as she's started going down on him.

He struggling to keep his hips from thrusting forwards, in fear of hurting her. His hands scramble for purchase, until she grabs one of his hands, placing it in her hair.

"Shit, baby- you're doing so good-" Minho gasps out, cut off by Izzy swallowing around his length.

"Iz, you look so fucking hot right now, oh god-"

She moans around his cock in response to his statement, bobbing her head faster.

Minho knows he's close, and so does she. By the way his hand is tightening in her hair, his small whimpers escaping, his abdomen clenching.

"Please- please don't stop- I'm so fucking close."

Minho glances down at her, and the way she looks, well that finishes him off alone. He bucks his hips as he cums, moaning quietly.

Izzy gets up off her knees, teasingly wiping her lip with the pad of her thumb. Minho is still struggling to catch his breath, recovering from his orgasm.

Minho quickly pulls up his boxers and jeans, zipping them up. Izzy plants a kiss on his lips, and he almost goes feral. She tastes like him. Holy fuck.

She smirks at him, stroking his side, before strutting past him out the door. Minho stares after her in awe.

God, he loves that girl.