open to: f. premise: based off of this song. minho is a very wealthy leader of an underground street racing business. he met your muse after / paying for her services / and they've seen each other off & on for months. surprise! he's caught feelings! cue him wanting to take care of her and get her out of this job. in this instance, he's offered to give her a permanent place to stay, even if she doesn't want to be with him/let him help her in any other way.
there was a part of him that had this innate need to take care of her, make sure that she was good ⸻ doesn't particularly know exactly where it came from, nor does he dwell on it for too long. it's just the two of them stood within vicinity, a dimly lit hotel room, his gaze locked in and narrowed. ❝ i'm really not here for all that, ❞ direct in his approach, but he has no intentions of making her feel small, or embarrassed for assuming. would be ignorant of him to ignore that her profession is precisely how they'd met in the first place. silence settles between them, though brief, he's not interested in letting it take over ... whatever this conversation would grow into from this point on. ❝ why are you still here? it's been a few days ... you haven't texted, or called. should i just presume the answer is a no, then? ⸻ at least come stay with me. the guest room can be made up in ten minutes, why are you making this so hard? ❞
