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My Boyfriend’s Brother (M)

PART 2 

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Genre: College au, romance, drama

Length: 3.8K

Warning: Will contain sexual scenes and violence in some chapters

“You may have grown up together, but you’re nothing like your brother.”

“I’ll see you in the common room,” Lucas added before bidding his brother goodbye and leaving the two of you as the content look on his face quickly disappeared into one of jealousy…

 You watched as he walked away, keeping a curious eye on him and the way he walked before Minho’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“What class do you have next?”

You looked up to him, lost for words for a moment as thoughts of Lucas left your mind. “...I’m done for the day.” You recalled.

He looked at you with a surprised smile and squeezed your shoulder, “Do you want to come over then?”

~*~

There the two of you were, casually sitting on the large couch that rested in the basement of Minho’s frat house.

You had only been here one other time before when Minho had invited you to one of his frat parties, but now that the place wasn’t covered in trash and smelling of alcohol it resembled the remodeled game room it was supposed to be.

So you sat there, head rested against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder and cuddled with a blanket over your legs as the two of you watched some overdone action movie that Minho seemed to somehow enjoy.

Your eyes glazed over the large television screen with boredom as you watched the main character running as some cars blew up behind him.

After a few more minutes, your eyes began to waver as each second you would blink a little longer, falling into slumber before you felt a soft touch against your hair.

Upon the sudden touch, your eyes slowly fluttered open and Minho chuckled. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Didn’t realize you were a light sleeper.”

You picked your head up from his shoulder and rubbed your eyes a little before throwing your head back against the couch.

“Was the movie that boring to you?” Minho simply asked.

You tilted your head to him, noticing the upset look in his eyes. “No,” you lied with a convincing yawn. “I’m just really tired from school, that’s all.”

He nodded in response and ran his hand over your hair once more affectionately. “You’re so cute,” he admitted, and you smiled as he leaned in and suddenly kissed you.

His lips were soft against your own, moving in a slow tender motion as you reciprocated the action. You felt his free hand rub against your back, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepened.

A small sigh escaped your lips as Minho placed a trail of kisses down your neck - each one becoming more heated as he sucked just above your collarbone.

You kept your eyes closed, delving into the seductive sensation until you felt his lips explore down a little further towards the cleavage that was slightly exposed from your tank top.

Before you knew it, your boyfriend’s fingers were fiddling with your bra strap and your eyes shot open. “Minho.” You stammered, causing his head to snap up.

“What baby?” He hummed just before bringing his lips back to yours.  

The kiss was rough this time and while his lips ravished yours you could feel his fingers successfully unhook your bra strap - causing you to pull away immediately.

“Minho!” You scolded with the loud smack of your lips parting.

Noticing this, he gazed at you, unsure of what to do as you looked at him with an uncomfortable expression. “What’s wrong?” He muttered.

You took a moment to pause, catching your breath as your hands went behind and hooked your strap for good. “...I’m not ready yet.”

“We can go to my room then,” he assured before attempting to kiss you once more - only for you to dodge it. “No, not for my first time.” You argued and he narrowed his brows.

“What do you mean babe? My roommate is out-” he tried to convince and instead you shook your head.

“I want it to be romantic and special,” you pleaded as he looked at you with desperate eyes. “Not here.”

With that, Minho swallowed hard as his jaw clenched before tearing his sight away from you. In that moment you suddenly felt guilty - almost as if it was your fault that he was in a slump of a mood now.

“Minho…” you mumbled but he shot up from his seat instead.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” He merely stated.

 Your eyes widened and before you knew it he was walking up the steps as you threw the blanket off and followed suit.

The car ride was mostly quiet, only filled with the faint sound of the radio playing as you looked out your window for most of it.

 Every once in a while you’d look to your boyfriend, who held a stern look as he kept his eyes on the road.

 And it wasn’t until he pulled up in front of your dorm that you two finally spoke.

“If you’re mad, just tell me.” You stated.

“I’m not mad,” he quickly answered and you rolled your eyes.

 “Whatever,” you snapped before getting out and closing the door behind you.

Watching you walk away, Minho took a deep sigh and slapped the steering wheel in frustration - regretting his selfish actions before eventually driving off.

 You placed your hands in the pockets of your jacket, covering you from the brisk wind of the night as you steadily walked up the steps towards your dorm.

 And it wasn’t until you entered your room that you saw Sana laying down in bed.

“Where we you?” She asked as you kicked off your shoes and jacket.

“Minho’s,” you simply answered.

 You spotted a thermometer on her bedside table, reminding you of her ill state before sitting at the edge of her mattress.

 “Oooh.” She cooed, and you laughed before shaking your head. “It’s not what you think,” you answered. “I think he’s upset with me.”

 Hearing this, her lips parted in awe. “Why?”

You sighed as you recalled the memory. “He wanted to take our relationship to the next level...and I said no.”

 “And he’s mad because of that?” She spat with a cough.

 “Yeah, he took me here right after,” you admitted, and she huffed the word “Jerk,” causing you to laugh.

 “Enough about my problems,” you muttered while placing a hand on her forehead. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Better than this morning,” she confirmed. “I took some medicine so now I’m just resting.”

 “Good,” you added while pinching her cheeks. “I can’t have my best friend feeling sick.”

 “I’ll get worse if you continue to grab my cheeks like this,” she playfully scolded before you finally let go. “What’s this?” You asked upon noticing a few candy wrappers along her blanket.

 “Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” Sana nonchalantly answered, and you sighed.

“Seriously? No wonder you’re sick.” You added, causing her to shrug as she played on her phone.

 “Hey, I don’t tell you how to live your life,” she said in a sass filled tone while you grouped all of the wrappers in one hand.

 “What do you want to eat? I’m getting you real food.” You asked, and her eyes lit up.

 “Ramen,” she answered with another cough. “And ice cream!”

 “Ice cream?” You asked with a cocked brow and she nodded.

 “Don’t judge.”

 “Okay fine, I’ll be right back.” You announced while placing your jacket back on and headed out.

 You made your way down the short line of pavement that led to the University convenient store nearby – heading straight down the isles as you searched for the items Sana sent you for.

 You searched through what seemed like an endless amount of ice cream and ended up picking a few that you thought she’d like before you heard the bell ring from the front door. Immediately hearing a bunch of ruckus as the group of people entered the small store.

 At first you attempted to ignore the loud bunch, not paying attention in the least as you continued your next search for ramen down another isle.

 But it wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice that you stopped your actions.

 “Isn’t that a lot of ice cream for one person?”

 Your eyes gazed up, looking at the man that stood in front of you. Lucas was standing there with a small smile, looking at you quizzically as he motioned towards the 6 different ice creams in your hand.

 “They’re not all for me,” you answered, and he let out a simple, “ah” in response.

 “Makes sense – I was wondering why you had strawberry.” He responded, and you looked down at the one in your hand.

 You suddenly remembered the time when he had brought you strawberry yogurt to your tutoring sessions back in the day and you had to break the news to him that you actually hated the flavor. The shock on his face was priceless, which was the reason you had remembered the faint memory so easily.

 “Yeah – it’s for a friend.” You answered just as someone called his name.

 “Lucas! Are you ready?” A friend of his called out from the front counter, causing the tall man to look his way. You noticed the large number of snacks and beer that his friend was buying, assuming maybe it was for a party or something.

 “Yeah,” he replied just before looking back to you again. “Guess I’ll see you later,” he bid with a smirk before heading off with his friend.

 You watched as Lucas and his equally as tall friend – who you later recognized to be Johnny from one of your classes leave as you walked up to the front counter with your goods.

 “Friends of yours?” The clerk asked, and you laughed in response.

 “Them? No.”

 ~*~

You twirled the pen in your hand slowly as you stared at the clock in front of you. It had been a quarter past 6 and you were beginning to think he wasn’t going to show up. “Five more minutes,” you thought to yourself. “I’ll give him five more minutes and then I’ll leave.”

 With a deep sigh you dragged your eyes off the clock and down to the stack of materials placed in front of you: numerous books, highlighters, and notecards ready to be used. As you sat there waiting, you then checked your phone.

 Aside from looking at it out of sheer boredom, you still felt the little light of hope within at the thought of unlocking it and seeing a text from Minho.

 By this time, it had already been two days since you last spoke and although you were hurt from the situation, you couldn’t help but feel the need to hear his voice – or at least see a text.

 But as you unlocked your phone and darted your sight to the notifications, you found nothing…

 You felt your heart sink at the sight, staring at it closely as if in disbelief before you suddenly heard a knock.

 Upon hearing the sound, you snapped your head up towards the door, greeted by a smiling Lucas.

 He was casually leaning against frame with his arms crossed – almost as if waiting to be granted permission to enter.

 “You looked stressed, so I thought I’d knock,” he simply stated while continuing in. With a quick glance to your phone once more you checked the time – brows knitted as you saw it was already 7:00.

 “You’re late.”

 “We said at about 6.”

 “Lucas it’s 7:00,” you huffed, and his eyes widened as he checked the clock for reassurance.

 “Sorry,” he replied as he came around and pulled the chair beside you. “We placed first, so the team wanted to celebrate.”

 “You could have told me.”

 “I don’t have your number.”

 “You used to.”

 “We weren’t exactly on speaking terms,” he blurted, and your expression turned stiff. The room went silent for a split second, leaving the two of you in an awkward state before you swallowed your feelings and took a deep breath and said: “…let’s start studying, shall we?”

 Instantly regretting his blunt remark, Lucas shut his eyes in guilt – wishing to rewind his moment of stupidity in bringing up a subject that was still so sore to the both of you.

 Your past with one another was treated like a taboo subject – similar in the way that sex is treated in modern day society. Your past friendship was still a uncomfortable subject for you and it only brought the overwhelming amount of feelings buried in the back of your mind to come to light once more.

 And you weren’t sure you were ready to face them.

 So, you changed the subject any chance you got – contrary to Lucas, who was more than willing to address the elephant in the room any chance he got.

 But after seeing the distressed look in your eyes, he knew tonight wasn’t the night to talk about such things, no. For that touchy subject was for another day when maybe, just maybe you would be fully ready to forgive him.

 And until then, he would wait.

  “Good luck, I can’t remember any of this shit,” he commented with a gruff and you snickered.

 “Did you make notecards?” You merely asked.

 “No,” he replied while leaning back into his chair, setting his hands behind his head in a state of relaxation.

 You sat there, not even pretending to be surprised by his laziness. “That’s why.”

 “They never helped,” Lucas argued.

 “Yes, they did. You would get A’s on your exams all the time.” You countered as you opened a textbook.

 “I don’t remember.” He lied through his teeth as the playfulness in his voice became prominent.

 “Yes, you do, I know how excited you were when we received our final grades and you finished with honors.”

 “And you ended up ten points higher than me,” Lucas admitted, and you laughed.

 “Ah so you do remember!” You scolded with a finger pointed straight at him. Your eagerness and heightened mood caught Lucas’ attention quickly, noting how pretty you looked as you smiled throughout the conversation.

 “Not as clearly as the day you came to the cafeteria crying about your first B,” he teased with a wicked smirk. “You were crying so much I thought something crazy had happened.”

 “It was crazy!” You argued, and he shook his head.

 “That’s nothing, wait till you get an F,” he casually remarked, and your mouth dropped.

 “Lucas!” You snapped, and he sat up straight in his seat as he looked at you.

 “What! I’m just saying getting a B is nothing to cry about.”

 “When you’re on scholarship it is,” you argued, and he frowned.

 “Pfft, crybaby.”

 “Um, if I correctly recall you cried like a newborn when our biology class took a fieldtrip to the greenhouse.”

 Lucas’ eyes grew wide and he pursed his lips as he suddenly recalled the painful memory. “I fell on a cactus.”

 “So?”

 “I had needles puncturing my jeans to my ass! I had to go to the hospital to have them removed.”

 “Crybaby,”

 “To make it even worse, it was a university hospital, so I had a crowd of students standing around my ass watching needles getting picked out.”

 You fell into a fit of laughter, not being able to control yourself as Lucas watched with a smile on his face.

 “Glad you found it funny,” Lucas huffed.

 “I needed a good laugh,” you admitted, and he glanced at you once more – this time more carefully as he debated on asking.

 “…You looked kind of down earlier,” he breathed with hesitation. “Anything wrong?”

 The sudden question of concern caused you to raise your brows as you glanced back. “Just going through something…”

 “Which is?”

“You don’t wanna know,” you blurted while letting your gaze fall to the floor.

 “I do.”

 “It’s about your brother,” you added with a sarcastic laugh, looking up just to see his reaction as you thought it’d be one of disinterest.

 But instead you looked up to meet his intense stare, noting the way he silently waited for you to continue the conversation. His gaze had caught you off guard for a moment, and instead of expecting to see him be uninterested in what you had to say, you found him to be completely absorbed as he stared at you with those dark brown eyes.

 And just by the way he looked at you had you at a loss for words as you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

 “Did he do something wrong?” Lucas’ deep voice proceeded to ask.

 You swallowed and felt the raw feeling of your throat along the back of your tongue before finally speaking up. “We’re just going through something right now and not really speaking that’s all.”

 Hearing this, Lucas desperately felt the urge to ask for more detail about the situation, dying to know exactly what you meant as a thousand questions popped in his mind.

 And although he wouldn’t admit it aloud – when it came to you, every detail mattered to him.

 But he knew better and decided to give you space.

 “He’ll come around, don’t worry.” He simply said, dropping the conversation despite his nosy desires.

 A small smile adorned your face, surprised by his response. “Wow, I never thought I’d be getting comforted by you,” you laughed.

 Lucas quirked his thick brows in playful offence, “What? I’m the nice guy in the family.”

 You scoffed at his remark, “Then what is your brother?”

 “A guy.”

 “Oh wow,” you huffed, causing Lucas to crack a smile.

 “I’m kidding, he’s great.” He added.

 His charming smile caught your attention and you found yourself admiring it a little longer than you probably should have – even causing you to curve your lips as well. From his smile you then noted his much more rugged appearance compared to his older brother, Minho, who always seemed to be more well-kept compared to Lucas.

 Minho always put effort into his looks while the younger seemed to be wearing whatever sweats he trained in, or on dressier days, he’d be wearing ripped jeans, t-shirts, and his usual messy hair.

 And as much as you loved a well-kept man, the sight of Lucas had you in awe.

 “Did you ever think that maybe he’s the good guy and you are the bad one?” You teased.

 He then cocked a thick brow, intrigued by your words, “If you think so then I’ll claim it…but you’d be surprised that not everyone falls for the hero.”

 Beneath the playfulness in his tone, you picked up something darker within his words, causing your smile to fade before attempting to save the conversation with a lighter twist. “That was deep,” you laugh with a pat to his shoulder.

 “Shut up,” he laughed before grabbing a notecard. “Let’s start studying.”

 “That’s what I’m supposed to say,” you stated, and he shot you a questionable look before you laughed and opened a textbook.

 The next two hours were spent reading definitions aloud and writing numerous terms on notecards with a few jokes thrown in every now and then. For Lucas it was hard to stay focused as he found himself paying more attention to you than his textbook. It would be a lie to say he didn’t miss moments like this with you. As, just like in the past the two of you would study together constantly.

 He would take notice in the way you would still crinkle your brows and bite your lip when you were focused, loving the way that you hadn’t changed even after all these years.

 “Lucas, did you understand that concept?” You would ask throughout, and he would simply reply, “No”, causing you to go over it with him once more.

 But what he would never tell you is that he understood the concept, every concept – and probably even mastered it before you did. Your childhood friendship had started out of one bad test grade he earned in grade school, but little did you know he was actually gifted academically.

 But he would never admit it, as that meant his precious time with you would be little to none if you knew the truth.

 And after another half hour, you concluded the tutoring session as it was late, and your strained eyes couldn’t take anymore studying.

 “I think we made a lot of progress,” you commented as you and Lucas packed up.

 “Thanks to you,” he smirked with a sigh of relief and you shook your head. “You did well too Lucas.”

 With a small smile he zipped up his bag and threw it over his shoulder, ready to leave as he was tired too.

 Lucas took one last look around the room as the thought of this being the last time he’ll get to be with you alone like this. He knew this was just a one-time thing where you were doing this out of kindness and afterwards, you two would go back to your separate lives just as you had been doing all these years.

 However, the small spark of hope beneath his chest burned with the need to ask to see you again – not for tutoring, but for lunch. He knew it was a long-shot and too soon to even ponder the idea but as impulsive as he was, he couldn’t help but at least attempt.

 “Y/N…” He called in a lower tone.

 “Yeah?” You asked, not looking up while stuffing the last of the textbooks in your bag.

 You heard footsteps as he suddenly came closer, his tall frame stepping just in front of you as he looked down nervously. “Y/N,” he softly called again, this time catching your attention as you looked up to meet his eyes.

 As you picked your head up, your eyes grew wide as he stared at you were met with that same look that always had you mesmerized. His gaze was intense – almost seductive in a way as his dark eyes casted down to your lips.

 However, you caught the hint of hesitation in his expression just as he opened his mouth to speak.

 “I know this may be too soon, but I couldn’t help but ask…” he started.

 But as if on que, your phone began to ring obnoxiously, ruining the moment as Lucas ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

 “Sorry,” you mumbled just as you were about to take it out and mute it for the time being.

 And as soon as you did, Lucas caught a glimpse of the caller I.D, his expression growing cold upon the sight as reality began to sink in.

 “Take the call,” he coldly instructed.

 “But you were saying something,” you countered, and he shook his head as if he didn’t want to talk anymore.

 “It’s fine,” he added. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

 You stood still, eyes darting between the phone and him as you hesitated on taking the call before finally answering it.

“Hello?” You answered to Minho just as Lucas turned around and started out for the door.

 He let his head hang low as the harsh reality felt like a stinging pain to his heart as after all, it’s his brother you were dating, not him.