thank you to everyone who voted on my poll! i decided that I am going to commit to doing an obsession series. It will have the same plot as the movie, and I will add in some direct dialogue taken from the movie, but han will have his own background and storyline as well as lino. so there will definitely be some story and scene differences, but the wish and overarching theme will be the same.
for those of you who don't really vibe with this kind of story, dont worry! i will be posting smaller things in the meantime, as I really want to take my time with this because I think it could be something really good! thank you all for your support!
would anyone mayhaps be interested in a minsung x obsession au? or x reader? idk if anyones done that yet but i just thought of the idea so... thoughts?
Ongoing series based on Netflix Original âToo Hot to Handle.âÂ
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Author: hanberrymilk
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Pairing: Minsung x F! Reader
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Word count: 3.2k
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Warnings/Tags: suggestive/sexually charged scenes, no smut (YET, but part three will have it), non-idol! AU, drinking (participants are of age), kissing/heavy petting, & please let me know if I missed anything!
Author's Note: thank you all so so much for the likes and reblogs on part one! I know it may not seem like much to others, but as a new writer, it is really special to me :3. also, for those who may have been waiting, I apologize for the long delayâ since part one was posted, i graduated from college, my partner moved in, and i got a new job, so i have had my hands a little full... haha anywayzzz, for more context on the story, pls read part one, and enjoy part two! I feel like this is buns but it took forever so hopefully you like it!
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Part II: Paradise Purgatory
The words of Lana lingered in the air, echoing through yourâ everyoneâsâ head, hours later. The retreat grew quiet for the rest of the night, expectantly, amid the retreat's unpalatable rules. Your and Jisungâs chemistry felt wasted after hearing the rules: forbidden from kissing, sexual contact, or self-gratification to foster "deeper emotional connections.â
You lie on your back, basking in the close-to-silent night (with a few snores and rustling around now and then), taking much for granted, the well-behaved cast members. You turn your head, unable to believe your astonishing view of Jisungâs beautifully carved back as he lies on his side in the opposite direction. You were still getting used to the advantage of being in close proximity to such a divine man⌠You feel your cheeks heat up and turn your head to look at the ceiling once again. Though tonight was alright, it would take some time to get used to sleeping with nine other people in the roomâbut you get it, a setup built for accountability. You crossed your arms, deep in thought, before sighing and closing your eyes, in a weak attempt to get some shut-eye before whatever the next day had in store for you.
âY/NâŚâ You hear a very soft, yet deep voice just inches away from you, the breeze of the overworked A/C carrying his breath over to your ear, causing a chill to inch down your spine, âCan you stop moving?â Careful not to wake the others, you respond,
âJisung!" You were beyond flustered, "Iâm sorry, I didnât even hear you roll overâŚâ Your breath hitches at the startlement.
âOh, so you were watching me,â he laughs softly. âYou know, I was actually joking⌠I just felt you over there stirring so much and wanted to make sure you were okay.â he playfully pushes you.
âOh, youâŚ. Lana~!â you whisper-shouted, surprisingly not waking anyone else to your knowledge, âI picked the wrong bed-mate!â You giggled softly, teasing him.
Before curfew, Lana set the rule of picking a partner to share a bed with every night. Most contestants choose people whom they are romantically involved withâ as you and Jisung didâ and others who arenât too sure, slept with friendsâ as Minho did. You wondered how he was doing, or if he was even sleeping. He didnât seem to take any interest in the women there, but you guessed it was only the first day, and all.
âNo! Donât listen, Lanaâ she loves it!â Jisung covered your mouth mischievously and pulled you into a hug, your curves molding to him perfectly as his smaller spoon.Â
âOh, whatever.â You roll your eyes, calming yourself. Even when unable to see his expression, you melted into his touch, feeling safe with his surrounding body. You let out a contented breath before closing your eyes as he buries his nose into your freshly washed hair, savoring the sweet scent. His hand finds solace on your waist, careful of his movements, even if small.
âOh, whatever~â he whispered in your ear, causing your body to tense as he soothingly massaged your soft skin, exposed by the cropped sleepshirt and low-rise pajama pants you found comfort in after realizing no one would be getting in on any action tonight. You pushed your back against him in protest, stopping in your tracksâ
âShit, is this rule-breaking?â you whisper before craning your neck to see his reaction. There was a delay in his response; his eyes flickered down to where your ass created sinful friction against the thin fabric of his boxers, then back at you, almost like he was starving,Â
âNo, noâŚâ He deeply inhaled in an attempt to gather himself, but was only greeted by your scent that he was so fond of, not ever wanting to release it, âLana said cuddling is allowed⌠remember?â he exhaled as he reassured you through his gritted teeth, his breath tickling your ear. You sighed in relief, enjoying the reaction you were receiving from him,
âBut,â He continued, earning a gulp from you. Unsure of what to expect, bearing the mystery of what he was thinking, âit's about to be a rule break if you donât. stop. moving⌠Y/N.â He tightened his grip on your waist and cleared his raspy voice before recentering himself with another deep sigh, trying his best not to push you away, knowing it would only hurt your feelings.
âIâm sorry.â You felt as though you shrank to half your size. Not in a bad way... You just didnât know how to handle this. Usually by now you would have at least kissed him, or maybe even touched him⌠let him touch you⌠You don't know! But you do know that's not an option anymore⌠though you have pondered the idea throughout the night. You guess you could partake in a little bit of heavy petting here and there, but everyone would lose moneyâincluding you. So that's not really an option right now⌠especially as the first ones to loseâ no way were you going to let that happen.Â
âThereâs nothing⌠to⌠beâŚâ he was interrupted by his own snoring. Usually, you would have found this irritating, but Jisungâ somehowâ like everything, made it cute. You guess he took the easy way out this time by falling asleep. Maybe now, you should just follow his lead.Â
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About a week into the retreat, you and Jisung had mutually assumed to be leaving with one another, regardless of whatever distance the real world extended between you. Between the poolside conversations over mimosas, morning yoga sessions (via you), nightly workouts (via him), and all seven nights thus far as bed partners, you thought that maybe the producers were onto something with this âdeeper connectionâ thing. Who would've thought these silly rules would actually serve their purpose? But you shamefully want to admit⌠You don't think sex would make your connection worseâŚ
At this point, there had been a few rule breaks by the other couples. The team was down to $78,000 in the pool. A few couples kissed, and there was some heavy petting over nights, but you and Jisung remained strong in forming your emotional connection to one another without sexual contact. You two were really falling for each other.Â
The only issue⌠he split his time between you and Minho. Being the only two Korean men on the retreat, they naturally gravitated toward one another. They were the only two of the same nationality, as the oceanside villa served as a melting pot of diversity from all over the world. Though... it was hard to stay upset about the slight neglect, as you thought it was sexy when they conversed in Korean. You guessed it was healthy to have time apart, much like a relationship in the outside world (relationship⌠even though you two donât technically have a label, it sounded nice). Besides, Lana didnât specify deeper romantic connections; you figured the two men utilized this opportunity to grow closer on a ⌠platonic level as well. In fact, you wondered who Minho was interested in romantically. When he isnât with Jisung, you hardly ever see him unless heâs grabbing a snack from the fridge or working out with his earbuds in.Â
âHey, Y/N,â a familiar voice interrupts your reflections as you snap back into reality, feeling your feet swinging freely in the pool.
âOh!â You look behind you and see Jisung smiling, extending a hand, bestowing a sunrise colored drink to you. âWhy, thank you.â You smile and receive the gift gratefully as you had become parched during your daydreams.
âMy pleasure, beautiful.â Jisung smiled and patted your head before sitting and extending his legs in the pool next to yours, taking a sip of his own drink. You blush at the pet name.
âDid you and Minho finish prepping dinner already?â You swing your legs, bumping into his to express your affection in his presence.Â
âYeah, it wasnât much, honestly.â he sets his drink down. âI am excited for you to try some authentic Korean food, though,â he chuckles, remembering when you told him you had never had authentic Korean cuisine before.
âThatâs nice.â You inhale the fresh air surrounding you, reminiscent of an oceanside candleâ but real. âSooooo whatâs the deal with Minho? Is there any tea? Who does he like?â You get right into it, not knowing how else to fill the silence. Jisung laughs at your sudden inquiries, finding your curiosity cute as a button.
âMinho isâŚ. Okay,â He lets out a small laugh as he nods his head, almost questioning his own answer, âNot much to really say.â He looked forward, taking a sip of his drink.
âOhâŚâ You sigh disappointingly, not wanting to pry, âWell, I think its cool that you two have each other. Must be nice being able to have conversations with someone from home.â
âYeah, kind of crazy we never ran into each other before now.â He smiles contentedly, looking down at his lap, seeming lost in thought.
âJisungâŚâ you softly call his name, setting your drink beside you and gently placing your hand on his much larger one that lay resting on the scorching concrete, âIâŚâ It was silly; this timing doesnât seem right.
âYeah?â he turns his head toward you, removing his hand from under yours, placing it on your thigh, drawing small circles in your soft skin with his thumb. âTell me, Baby, what is it?â The fondness in his eyes almost melts you into a puddle. You've only known him for one week... how do you feel as though youâve known him so long before? You almost tear up at the intimacy in his eye and⌠hand⌠contact, shooting your gaze to his hand, which then tightened its grip on your thigh.
âI really like you, Jisung.â You confess, âI really only came here for shits and giggles, to be honest. I wanted extra money, to be seen, and maybe to hook up with some guys because Iâm so fucking lonely at home, and I don't know. I just really value our relationship, whatever it is, and wanted to know if you wanted toââ
You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. His drink long abandoned in the pool in front of you, both hands on either side cradling the small of your neck, with his thumbs extended, stroking your cheeks, in an attempt to steady you in the impossible scenario that you may pull away.Â
âI need you, Y/N,â he gasps between kisses. âI donât care how much money it takes.â he doesnât allow you time to respond, taking your overly willing compliance as consent to continue his selfish rulebreak. And you were loving every fucking second of it. You smiled into the kiss as you swung a leg over him, your back now to the pool, straddling the larger man, placing both your hands on either side of his neck. His hands slid down your body, feeling every single detail of your curves, eventually relaxing them on your hips, placing pressure that pressed your core closer to his own in an attempt for some kind of sweet, pent-up release.
âHey, Jisung, I think some of the kimchiââ A voice abruptly interrupted your affair as you pulled away, almost falling back into the pool, saved by Jisungâs reflexes holding you in place. The voice belonged to Minho, who trailed off, exhibiting almost⌠hurt in his expression.
âMinho, IâŚâ Jisung lifted you slightly to set you next to him as he lifted a leg out of the pool to turn toward his friend, conversing in Korean as they went back and forth before Minho irritably walked away. You said nothing, facing away from the situation, only thinking about the repercussions through your post-kiss clarity.
âIâm sorry, Jisung,â you started
âNo, no,â he grabbed your hand, âNone of that was your fault,â he noticed your embarrassment and stood up, extending his hand to you, âstand up and look at me,â slightly startled at the sudden order, you obey, taking his calloused hand in your own, âY/NâŚâ he looked down at you with sweet adoration, âI would love if you would be my girlfriend.â
He paused, though you wanted to squeal and jump up and down from the butterfly sanctuary forming in your stomach, you allowed him to finish, âLike you, I came here for fun, maybe to promote my music a little bit too. When I first saw you, you were so fucking hot. All I could think about was how I was going to get you back to my room that night and how much I wanted to just⌠explore you.â A blush crept up on his face as he bit the dead skin on his lip, which you noticed he often did when focused or zoned out.
âJisung,â you interrupted him before this conversation led to another rule break, âAll I can say is... Yes, I really want to be your girlfriend.âÂ
âReally?â He lit up like a little kid finally getting candy he had wanted for so long, before scooping you up into a tight hug and spinning you around.Â
âReally!â You held onto him tightly until he gently set you down. For the rest of the evening, you both basked in the honeymoon phaseâ minus the touching and kissingâ of a fresh new coupling as if you were teenagers again.
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As the night went on, you couldnât help but wonder what Jisung and Minho were talking about when he had caught you two earlier. It seemed to be emotional, but you wondered why⌠was it really just about the money you all cost the group?
âContestants.â Lanaâs voice broke through the air, bringing you back to reality, looking at the boy next to you, sipping his drink, and talking to one of the other guys. âPlease gather under the cabana for our second daily debrief.â Everyone collectively sighs. You and Jisung make eye contact as he squeezes your hand for reassurance that no matter what reaction comes of your rule-breaking, it will be okay. Everyone made their way to their respective seats under the cabana, touching up their hair and outfits as the camera focused on us.Â
âGood evening, Everyone,â Lana addressed the group, âThere has been notable growth within the group, which I would like to congratulate everyone on.â The group sighed with relief and exchanged celebratory highfives, fist bumps, and handshakes, âButâŚâ God, there's always a but. âWith every two steps forward, we take ten steps backward.â Everyone looked confused and settled back into their seats with sulky pouts. âOne of our couples that I had faith in broke the rules.â You were overcome with guilt, âJisung and Y/N.â Everyone's eyes were on you. âYour passionate poolside kiss cost the group⌠three⌠thousandâŚ. Dollars.â Your head dropped into your hands as your heart dropped into your stomach, the disappointment filling your body with the disgruntled castmates. Jisungâs hand never left your body, whether he was caressing your thigh or softly massaging your back; he proved he was always there with you.
âBut that's not the only news I have for you.â She dramatically paused for the editors to add in tense music, fitting the energy of our group, âWhile some of you have been fostering deeper connections, some of you have yet to establish any connection at all.â I tilt my head with the rest of the cast, we look around in confusion at one another, âMinho. You have yet to form a connection with anyone at the villa.â What? Whatâs going to happen? You felt yourself become worried all of a sudden. Not alone, you feel Jisungâs leg begin to bounce in anticipation as you search for Minho, eyes settling on his surprisingly nonchalant expression. âYou are on a strict probationary protocol to encourage you to form a deeper connection. This protocol will allow you twenty-four more hours to connect, including our workshop tomorrow morning.â
Unknowingly, your mouth was agape, looking at the unnervingly calm man. Why did you even care so much? You sigh and look at Jisung, who looked as though Minho was immediately eliminatedâ more importantly, why does he care so much? âEffective, immediately.â Lanaâs signal was cut and we all stared at the cone in silence.
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âJisung-ah,â The older man called your boyfriendâ boyfriend, weirdâ over after the cast had settled back into the room and prepared themselves for the night.
âYeah?â Jisung walked over to him, putting on an oversized band-tee to wear as he sleeps.Â
âYouâre sleeping with me tonight."
âWoah, Bro, IâŚâ Jisung smiles and backs away with his hands in the air. You laughed at the interaction as you brushed your hair, looking in the mirror.
Minho tisked at Jisung's refusal.
âYouâre sleeping with me because you canât keep your hands to yourself,â He looked the boy up and down, then at you, before plopping down on the bed behind him and giving Jisung the invite with a pat next to him and a cheeky smirk.
âOh whatever,â Jisung rolled his eyes, âAt least Iâm forming a connectionââ he cut himself off as you looked back to see Minho who looked hurt from this comment.
It may seem silly, everyone being sad about Minhoâs departure, but when a group like this is all each otherâs got for over a week, you get pretty tight-knit, especially knowing you are all going different directions after filming.Â
âFine,â Jisung breaks the silence of their conversation, âIâll sleep with you, but only cause youâre toast tomorrow,â Minho smiles at this comment, taking it as an apology and lays more comfortably, settling himself down.
âGood boy~â Minho coos with pout lips.
âY/N,â Jisung walks behind you, smiling at you through the mirror, âIâm sure you heard the arrangements tonight.â He gently takes the brush from your hand and continues to brush your hair softly.
âYeah,â you blush at the domesticity in such an unlikely environment, âIt's okay, Iâll sleep with Francessca tonight, did you hear about her and Harry?â
âNo! Youâll have to update me tomorrow after our workshop,â He pats your head, handing your brush back to you.Â
âIt's a date,â You fight the urge to kiss him, instead waving as he walks away and plops himself next to the other man, blowing you a kiss.
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It had been a few hours since everyone had settled into their respective beds. You and Francessca were fairly close at this point, making it easy to sleep next to each other. As she lay collecting her beauty sleep, you tossed and turned quite a bit, playing out every possible scenario of the entire retreat. As you turned over, hopefullyâ but not likelyâ for the last time, you see the bathroom light flash on and hear the shower gradually picking up water pressure. Who is taking a shower this late? Peeved by the light, but pleasantly liking the white noise, you sigh and flip to the other side, ignoring the late-night disturbance and drifting off to sleep.
Obliviously, you lie faced away from a scene that will cost the group more than they can chew.
Ongoing series based on Netflix Original âToo Hot to Handle.âÂ
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Author: hanberrymilk
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Pairing: Minsung x F! Reader
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Word count: 1.9k
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ Divider credit: dollywons
⤡ ăSummary ËËË
"You wouldnât have ever imagined that you would actually fall for someone in this God-foresaken villa. You signed up for a raunchy, party-heavy retreat in Punta Mita to win some extra money⌠and possibly hook up with some hot guys⌠but, they do say, assuming makes an âassâ out of you and me."
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Warnings/Tags: suggestive/sexually charged scenes, no smut (YET), non-idol! AU, drinking (participants are of age), use of babe, & please let me know if I missed anything!
Author's Note: hi hi! welcome to my first published work of fanfiction. i appreciate any support this gets and hope I can continue to articulate my maladaptive daydreams for you properly! i feel like part one is pretty boring, but trust I have good ideas for the following parts! fun fact: i actually watched the first few seasons of THTH and ended up hating it LOL, but I think having Minsung in this scenario would be hard to resist⌠and thatâs how this was inspired! parts two & three are already planned. while i don't expect additional requests, let me know if so! without further adoâŚ
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Part 1: No Pleasure Island
âGo on reality T.V.,â they said.
âItâll be fun,â they said.
âThe guy youâre falling for will actually be fucking his best friend,â... they never said. You wouldnât have ever imagined that you would actually fall for someone in this God-foresaken villa. You signed up for a raunchy, party-heavy retreat in Punta Mita to win some extra money⌠and possibly hook up with some hot guys⌠but, they do say, assuming makes an âassâ out of you and me.Â
Since the first day you arrived, there was only one person whom you were interested in, Han Jisung. The man was absolutely ravishing. He debuted his appearance, after a few of the other mediocre guys, wearing crimson swim trunks that appeared to be a size too small, with a notable lack of coverage to his nude torso and chestâ except for a mic pack secured around his waist. His dark, honey-toned skin glistened with the sunâs rather strong kiss, which began to heat your face until it was flushed, matching his trunks. Bonus kudos were earned from him after you noticed his two tattoos, and while you usually prefer more, the way they accentuated his chiselled form and slender waist, framed by his more-than-average muscular arms, he was impossible to resist. Jisung was the sweetest eye-candy youâve ever had the privilege to indulge in, and he has you absolutely, inevitably, charmed by his existence. You were pulled toward him as if he had a fishing line and you were a sucker for his bait.Â
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The first night in the villa was honestly pretty intimidatingâÂ
âA lingerie party?â You read off the card in your hand that was found on a vanity placed by the producers in the girlsâ locker room, âReally? Does anyone have any class anymore?â You huff before shaking your head and letting a defeated sigh escape from your lips. The disapproval didn't last long as you laughed along to your new acquaintances' following commentary,
âGirl, that's like the best theme we could have asked for,â Haley started the chain of protests against your objection to the lingerie party.Â
âYeah, at least it's not like a boring Toga theme or whatever,â Chloe chimed in.
âHey, this will land us all a place on the nice list,â Francessca winked as she flicked her damp hair towl toward you teasingly.Â
 I mean, yes, you had expected to fool around here, but this early⌠the producers could have at least let you unpack first, geez. Nonetheless, you did bring the perfect set to catch Jisungâs attention. You and the other women at the retreat maintained friendly banter with one another as you dolled up for the men you would soon be reunited with under the evening twilight of the Mexican cabana. After doing a simple blow-out to volumize your hair and darker makeup to complement your lingerie, you sought Francessca to help you adjust the length of the shoulder straps, lifting your girls slightly higher.Â
Through your and Jisungâs brief introductions earlier that day, you learned his favorite color just so happened to be red⌠along with learning that his dogâs name is Bbama, and apparently, he's an amateur musician. You couldnât wait to hear his music. You found yourself wondering whether he even remembers your favorite color. You shook your head, tufting air through your lips with an exaggerated exhale, fragmenting the memory of the man in an attempt to lower your hopes, regardless of the magnetic attraction you felt toward him.Â
It was convenient that you brought a wine-red babydoll lingerie top paired with its matching lacy boy-shorts that beautifully sculpted your curves, which earned you a badge of modesty compared to the rest of the cast. Though your âmodestyâ made you feel almost insecure in prudeness, you felt pretty hot in the brand new set, and besides, you wanted to leave some room for imagination. You smiled at yourself as you bent slightly at the waist in the full-length mirror and popped your lips after glossing them with your favorite cherry-flavored lippie, blowing yourself a kiss as Francessca grabbed your arm, causing you to stumble out of the locker room and toward your fateful night.Â
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You were greeted by the harmonious nocturnal life, singing to you through their unique calls as you stumbled on the gravel, distracted by the stars that you began to miss back home. You and the other women made your way to the makeshift patio dancefloor, where you heard loud music pumping through the airwaves. The men were already gathered, passing around drinks and vulgar commentary, revealing their lewd intentions before noticing the womenâs entrance, stopping in their tracks like a herd of deer in headlights. Of course, the guys didnât partake in the theme (though you hate to admit you kind of wish they did), most of them decided to sport teeny speedos or strappy harnesses across their chests and abs. But, their awestruck reactions sure made you feel powerful, even knowing all you were to them were pieces of meatâbut to Jisung, Jisung felt different. You immediately gravitated toward him, as if your legs no longer belonged to you. Your eyes noticed the harness perfectly hugging his pecs, a ring centered in the middle of his chest, your eyes slowly trailing down, bearing the weight of your freshly filled lashes, to his boxer shorts, showing a tasteful amount of the package you craved to unwrap.Â
Approaching Jisung, you notice one of the other men whispering in his earâ a seemingly new friend he had made throughout your time apartâ as Jisung chuckles while playfully nudging his shoulder in protest to whatever was whispered. As you neared, you examined the new man up and down, unknowingly making Jisung possessive of your attention.
âBabe~â Jisung coos, pulling you into a side hug, shoving a fresh drink into your hand, causing some of it to slosh out of the rim onto the ground in front of you. âYou look⌠amazing,â he looked at you from head to toe with half-lidded eyes as a result of his semi-inebriated state. Though he thought it wasnât obvious, it was, and he is absolutely infatuated with you.Â
âJisung~â you coo (practically whine) back, matching his inflection, âIâm not your BabeâŚâ You shly looked down as the prettiest crimson color broadcasted your true feelings about the new pet-name across your cheeks.Â
âI know, I know,â He pouted his lips while pinching one of your cheeks, suffering from unintentional cuteness aggression. He let go of your soft skin and polished off the rest of his drink before crushing the red solo cup and tossing it in the trash bin behind him.Â
âFor real, Y/N, you look beautiful,â he smiled softly at you, adoring every feature of your face. You avoid eye contact in fear that his interest would dissolve the moment you give in to the undeniable tension between the two of you. He attempted to tilt your head up with his finger to examine your features more closely,
âSo, who's this?â You move your head to the side, extending your hand to the man next to Jisung with a slight bow.
âHi there,â the boy shoots you a kind smile, âIâm Lee Minho, nice to meet you. Iâm assuming youâre Y/N?â He glances at Jisung with a mischievous smirk on his face, then back at you, tightening his grip around your slightly smaller hand.
âYes, that's me! Should I call you Lee, then..?â You let go of his grip and scoot closer to Jisung in a silly attempt to reassure them of your interest in him.
âNo, no, Iâm sorry,â Minho politely waves his hands in front of him to signal your misunderstanding, âYou can call me Minho. In Korea, thatâs just how we introduce ourselves,â He sighs, looking around, feeling a little awkward now that you clung to Jisung, noticing his friendâs hand caress the small of your back as you listen intently to him.Â
âRight! Gosh, Iâm so sorry, Jisung had taught me that earlier⌠but, how cool, you both came from Korea!â You sense Minhoâs discomfort and attempt to keep the conversation in your habit of people-pleasing.Â
âNo worries at all⌠and yeah, pretty cool,â He takes another sip of his drink, âWell, it was nice meeting you Y/N, I guess we missed each otherâs introductions. Iâll see you around.â He gave Jisung a squeeze on his shoulder and a nod before walking off to the bar. You sigh and turn toward Jisung,
âWell, heâs nice,â you watch Minho walk away. You wonât lie, Minho did catch your attention before Jisung made his entrance to the resort, but your memory was completely wiped from your pre-wondering eye once you made your connection with Jisung shortly after. You guess Minho didnât remember youâŚÂ
âAttention all sexy singles,â The AI host captures everyone's attention as your necks turn toward the large back patio of the villa, âPlease report to the cabana immediately.â We all looked around at each other as the atmosphere became uneasy with curiosity about the prompt gathering. After everyone journeyed to the cabana, they all lounged on the crescent seating, surrounding the peculiar cone, which you were told was the twenty-first-century AI host of the program.Â
âWelcome,â sheâ itâ the coneâ said, âMy name is Lana, nice to meet you.â The crowd of singles greeted the generated Australian voice back, some laughing, some furrowing their brows, âIn the last 12 hours, I have been observing you, learning about your behavior. It has been most insightful.â
âOh, this is weird,â Jisung sighed as he tensed up, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to hear the host clearly.Â
âThe purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper emotional connections in your personal relationships.â There was a dramatic pause between her words, âAs an incentive to your development, Iâve allocated a prize of one hundred thousand dollars.â Everyone collectively cheered, waiting for the next set of rules. You sighed in relief. You knew they were offering some money, but never would you have imagined a hundred thousand.Â
âHowever,â everyone went silent with such a simple adverb; a pin could be heard dropping in the anticipation, âThere are conditions to your stay here.â
Well, duh, it couldnât be that easy, you thought.
âYou will have to abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay,â
Oh.
Everyone groaned and stirred in their seats, heads were in hands, obscenities were mumbledâ I mean, you thought it would be difficult, yes, but were these people animals? Your eyes happen to flutter to Minho, laxed onto the couch, with his arms crossed and the biggest dismissive smirk on his face. Interesting reaction⌠your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Lana,
âThat means no kissingâŚâ Shit.
âNo heavy pettingâŚâ Damnit.
âOr sex of any kind.â Fuck.
You could do that, but it doesnât look like anyone else here could. With the relief of your ability to abstain, you turn to Jisung, who looked rather pensive at the idea of this retreat; no big reaction, but his emotions lingered on his face disappointingly. A small frown accompanied his furrowed brows almost as if he were worried for his life. You put your hand on his knee in an attempt to soothe the bouncing, seemingly making it harder for him to abstain with feeling your touch.
âThis will also apply to self-gratification,â God, there's more? This rule seemed to warrant a reaction out of Minho, his eye twitching slightly as he licked his lips through the tension,
âMoney will be deducted from the prize for any sexual activity.â
