Pairing: Minsu x female reader
Note: English is not my native language, please forgive any mistakes.
He was dragging his feet, each step heavier than the last. His mind was spinning, a whirlwind of blurry images and voices that never shut up. Though one part of him knew where he was, another part wandered far away, as if he were trapped under murky water.
Despite the confusion and dizziness, something inside him had awakened. Now he walked with straighter shoulders, a steadier gaze. He wasn’t afraid. Or maybe he was, but the pills had given him permission to ignore it. That new confidence wasn’t his. It was borrowed. It belonged to the chemical coursing through his veins.
“How do you mean you lost it?!” he heard a shrill voice that echoed like a distant sound.
He stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his head just a few degrees over his shoulder, enough to see toward the corner of the bunk beds. There they were. Those two people who, until yesterday, had been part of his “team.” Now they were arguing like rabid dogs fighting over bones.
The brown-haired girl was throwing desperate slaps at Nam-gyu, who covered himself with his arms raised, half annoyance, half resignation.
“Damn it! I already told you they must’ve fallen inside there!” Nam-gyu growled, pushing her away with a rough shove. His voice was trembling. He was sweating.
Min-su watched them from a distance, motionless, almost inhuman. His head tilted. His eyes narrowed. Like a predator studying wounded prey.
Them. The ones who had been loyal to Thanos. Who thought they were stronger. Who never stopped calling him a coward and useless.
Now they were wrecks. Trembling. Sweating cold. Without the pills to calm the fear that gnawed at their insides like worms.
He looked at his own hand, where the silver cross necklace hung between his sweaty fingers. It felt cold, but at the same time powerful. Comforting.
For the first time in his miserable life, Min-su had control.
Night had fallen. He didn’t even come close to picking up the food. Sleeping wasn’t an option when every cell in your body screamed for something you no longer had.
You were sitting on your bunk, barely lit by the dim glow of the giant piggy bank that presided over the dormitory like a cruel god. Your right wrist was being scraped mercilessly by your own nails. It was already red. On the verge of being raw. Your breathing came out irregular, ragged. Your legs wouldn’t stop moving, restless, as if they wanted to escape from your own body.
You had tried everything throughout your life. Powders, weed, pills, injections, drops. You could go days without a dose and before you never felt this. But Thanos’s pills were different. Different. As if they stabbed straight into your nervous system.
Your head hurt. You didn’t know if it was from withdrawal or from everything you had seen these past few days.
Your name rang out like a gunshot in the darkness.
You startled, lifting your head sharply.
Min-su was standing in front of you. You didn’t know how long he had been there, watching you in silence like a ghost. His gaze was strangely serene.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice that was almost neutral. Flat. Without real emotion.
You looked at him coldly without stopping scratching your wrist. You let out a tired sigh through your nose and lowered your gaze, avoiding him.
“What do you care,” you muttered with heavy breathing. There was no strength in your words, but there was an edge. “Get out of here, idiot,” you lifted your head, making a dismissive gesture with your chin.
Min-su said nothing. He just stared at your wrist. Those bright spots of blood that were starting to appear between your torn skin.
“I already told you to leave,” you snapped, a little more irritated, feeling the internal itch increase. “If you don’t, I swear I’ll…”
“Hit me?” Min-su interrupted with chilling calm.
Before you could respond, he reached into his pocket. He took something out. The necklace.
“Are you like this because of this?” he asked, dangling the chain between his fingers and holding it up in front of you. Like a fisherman showing the hook.
You opened your eyes wider. You instinctively reached out to grab it.
He pulled it away quickly, closing his fist.
“You can have it,” he said, leaning a little closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “But you’ll have to earn it.”
You looked at him coldly, narrowing your eyes.
“Help me…” he paused briefly, his eyes locked on yours “…hit him where it hurts the most.”
You knew exactly who he meant. Nam-gyu. You snorted. A dry, humorless laugh escaped your lips, a mix of irony and contempt.
“Why? Because he killed your little friend?” You already suspected it. It was obvious.
Min-su fell silent. He didn’t deny anything. In part it was because of Se-mi, yes. But there was more. Much more built up.
“What kind of hit?” you finally asked, crossing your arms.
“One that leaves him much worse off than he is now,” he said with a contained anger that vibrated beneath his controlled tone.
You didn’t trust him. Not entirely. But that rage was real. He wasn’t playing.
“Alright…” you said finally, though doubts buzzed in your mind. “I’ll help you.”
Nam-gyu wasn’t someone you really cared about. You were only by his side because he gave you pills.
“You’ll do what I say,” Min-su murmured in a low voice, without emotion but with a firmness you had never heard from him before.
You rolled your eyes. Between exhaustion and contained rage, you nodded.
“Fine. You give the orders and I obey,” you said with sarcasm, but both of you knew it was true.
There was a heavy silence. Neither lowered their gaze. Though yours was fixed on the cross hanging from his hand.
You leaned forward slowly, reaching out your hand again.
Seeing your intentions, he quickly put the chain back in his pocket.
“You’ll have it when the time comes,” he added with unsettling calm. “But not before.”
You huffed in frustration, watching him sit on the edge of your bunk without asking permission. You looked at his profile. His gaze was fixed on his shoes, thoughtful. Something about him had changed. That new confidence with which he had spoken to you… before he wouldn’t even look you in the eyes. He stammered. He shrank.
You seized the moment. You leaned forward, your knees on the mattress, crawling on them until you were behind him. You rested your chin on his shoulder, which made him tense up instantly.
“Min-su…” you whispered near his ear. “I really need one now.”
He went rigid as a stone. He turned his face just a little, but not much. He didn’t want you so close. He hadn’t seen this coming.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders without squeezing too hard. Just enough to trap him.
“You know…” you said in a soft, sweet, almost venomous tone. “I wanted to apologize for the things I said. They probably hurt you.”
Min-su said nothing. But his jaw tensed slightly. Because yes. They had hurt him. Every word. Every mockery.
“No need to apologize…” he said without looking at you, his voice controlled. “…if you’re really going to do what you promised.”
You smiled against his shoulder without him seeing it. A small, calculating smile.
“I will…” you whispered. “But don’t make me beg, Min-su.”
He looked at you from the corner of his eye. His expression was hard to read. He wasn’t angry. But he wasn’t surrendered either. He was evaluating you.
“You know what you’re doing, right?” he murmured.
“Of course,” you affirmed, brushing your lips against the side of his neck. “And so do you.”
You planted a slow kiss just below his ear. You felt him hold his breath for a full second before releasing it, as if his self-control was wearing thin little by little.
“A preview…” you murmured in his ear, your warm breath against his skin. “And tomorrow… I plan everything we can do.”
He just listened to the things you whispered in his ear. His eyes stared at a fixed, indifferent point in the room, as if he were seeing through the walls.
“But things are going to change now,” you said softly. “I promise to be good to you.”
You got no response. You only felt him hold his breath, the muscles in his back tense under your arms.
“You could start by trusting me,” you whispered, leaving a barely perceptible brush of your lips along his jawline. “Together we could go far. Farther than you could alone…”
You slid your fingers down his chest slowly, tracing it with intent but without hurry. Feeling his breathing become more irregular.
“I’m not as bad as you think,” you insisted in a tone of false regret. “I’m just… scared.”
No longer wanting to hear more, he abruptly pulled the chain from his pocket. He opened the cross with a metallic click and held out the contents to you without looking.
“One,”he said in a firm, cold voice. “Is that enough for you?”
You looked at the contents. There were only two pills. The last time, before the key game started, there had been four. You knew Nam-gyu had taken another during the chaos, leaving three. But here there were only two.
Which meant the third pill was exactly where you suspected when you saw that new confidence in him.
A slow smile spread across your lips.
“Hmm… so little Min-su was getting high,” you said in a slow, almost intimate voice. It wasn’t mockery. It was… understanding.
“Huh?” he turned his head just a little, confused by your tone.
“Don’t worry…” you carefully took one of the pills, holding it between your fingers as if it were a diamond. “Tomorrow we’ll both take one.”
You held his face between your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes for the first time. Finally, you left a soft kiss on his nose before pulling back to your bunk, lying down a little calmer knowing you would have something to take tomorrow.
Min-su stayed sitting on the edge, staring at the remaining pill in the cross.
It had been a hectic day.
While everyone ate as if there were no tomorrow, you only drank wine straight from the bottle. Only nine players had managed to pass the jump-rope game.
In your mind, Nam-gyu’s words still echoed: “Damn traitorous bitch!” That’s what he shouted before falling into the void.
Did you feel sorry? No. He really wasn’t someone who deserved pity.
Your gaze went to the corner where the guard was feeding that baby who was now an orphan after her mother died falling into the void. It was a shame she was born here, in this hell. And above all, it disgusted you to know that most people here wanted to murder the only pure thing in the place.
You weren’t a saint, of course. But the truth was you didn’t care about dying here either. Hearing the baby’s little sounds, you decided to vote to leave. It was useless. It was three against the rest who wanted to win the money.
You looked at Min-su, who was at his table trying to eat. He barely touched the food. It was clear the withdrawal was hitting him hard now. He was trembling slightly. His eyes were lost, glassy.
You no longer felt that way. It was probably because you were already accepting your end.
Later, when everyone had fallen deeply asleep from stuffing themselves with food and drowning in wine, you were still awake.
You stared at the crib next to the empty bed of the man who took care of the baby; he’d left a few minutes ago with the guard.
You glanced beside you. Min-su lay curled in a fetal position, hugging himself. Trembling. Lost somewhere inside his own mind.
You sighed. Without overthinking it, you stood and padded barefoot toward him.
He didn’t move. His eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you from below, like a wounded animal.
“I can’t sleep,” you murmured, sitting beside him on the edge of his bunk and leaning in.
Min-su swallowed, unsure what to say or do. He only stared with those empty, bloodshot eyes.
“No one’s sleeping here, honestly,” he croaked.
“It’s hitting you hard,” you said with a touch of pity, but no softness. It was a fact, not comfort.
He nodded once. Slowly. Defeated.
You stayed silent for a few seconds, watching his trembling profile. Then you spoke, your voice lower, almost a whisper.
“Tomorrow’s the last game.”
“And we both know we’re not getting out of here,”you said bluntly, without drama. Just raw truth. “Tomorrow we die. Because those idiots have it planned,” referring to the ones who chose to stay.
He didn’t answer. But his breathing grew heavier.
“So…” you leaned closer, your shoulder brushing his. “Why spend it like this? Trembling? Feeling like you’re dying inside?”
Min-su opened his eyes and glanced at you, confused.
“This could be our last night,” you went on, your voice softer, more human. “The last time we feel anything but fear. Or pain. Or that shit in our heads that won’t leave us alone.”
He stared at you now, pupils blown wide.
“That we could enjoy it,” you said simply, no games this time. No manipulation. “Feel good. Physically and mentally. Even if it’s just for a few hours. Before everything ends.”
Min-su froze. Processing your words.
“Why?” he finally asked, voice barely audible. “Why me”
You gave a faint, tired smile.
“Because you’re the only one left who doesn’t disgust me,” you said with brutal honesty. “And because… I think you feel the same.”
He looked away, uncomfortable. But he didn’t push you off when you placed your hand over his, trembling against the mattress.
“Besides…” you added lower, thumb brushing his knuckles. “We’ve got nothing left to lose. Right?”
“No…” he whispered at last. “Nothing left.”
“Then let me stay here,” you said, slowly lying down beside him on the narrow bunk. “Just tonight. Without thinking about tomorrow.”
He said nothing. But he didn’t stop you when you rested your head on his trembling shoulder.
For the first time in days, neither of you felt completely alone.
And in this hell, that was the closest thing to peace either of you could get.
Ragged breaths echoed in the empty bathroom, especially his.
Their lips danced together, kissing with a strange mix of desperation and clumsiness. Without pulling away, you took his trembling hands and placed them on your hips, guiding him.
Min-su knew what was coming. He’d never been one for relationships. And the last time he’d done this was so long ago he barely remembered. Only blurry fragments remained, no faces, no names.
You slid his blazer off his shoulders, leaving him in his wrinkled white shirt. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Your hands went to your own buttons, undoing them one by one, slowly, so he could watch.
He swallowed hard as you revealed your skin inch by inch. Your black lace bra contrasted against your skin.
Min-su held his breath, eyes locked. His pupils were blown—not just from the drugs, but something more primal.
“Don’t worry…” you said hoarsely, tossing your blouse somewhere onto the floor. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
Everything was hungry kisses and clumsy groping. Every so often Min-su let himself go, but he stayed shy. His hands hesitated on your skin, as if unsure he had permission to touch.
Then, with a sudden move you didn’t expect, he pushed you off him with firm hands on your shoulders.
You looked at him, a little confused. Was that his limit?
But you sighed when suddenly you were the one pinned against the cold tile wall. He’d spun you with more strength than you thought he had.
Now he seemed more confident. The drugs. The desperation. Knowing tomorrow everything ended.
You both just let go as the rest of the fabric fell to the floor.
She unclasped her bra and let it drop. Her breasts spilled free; Minsu swallowed, lips trembling, breath a dead weight.
“You just gonna stand there?” she asked, teasing without laughter.
He didn’t know what to do. She took his hand and placed it over one breast. A shiver shot down Minsu’s spine. Timidly, he set the other on her hip, pulled her close, and kissed her again. She sighed through her nose when he squeezed the softness; a jolt raced up his spine as his thumb grazed her nipple. She arched, seeking him closer; her hands tangled in his hair, his nape, his back. The heat of her core pressed against Minsu’s growing erection.
She pulled back a second, pushed him into the stall, and sat him on the closed toilet lid. Standing before him, she slipped off her panties. She straddled him; Minsu’s breath burned her skin. She tugged down his boxers: his cock sprang free. She bit her lower lip. She’d never imagined him like this, and she liked what she saw.
She rose slightly, brushing her folds against the tip. Both gasped. She sank slowly, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. A delicious tingle spread through her belly. She began to rock; Minsu’s hands dug into her hips, guiding her. For both of them it was nameless pleasure. She gave small bounces; Minsu felt he’d finish too soon. He stopped her, kissed her urgently.
Confused, she said nothing; she liked the rhythm. But he didn’t want it to end. He lifted her, carried her back to the wall.
“Minsu…” she murmured, breathless
“Let me… please,” he whispered, voice rough. For the first time he wanted to take charge, to dominate. If he died tomorrow, he’d at least have had this once.
“God… yes,” she moaned, legs wrapping around his waist.
Minsu let out heavy sighs, never stopping his thrusts inside her. She dug her nails into his back; that lit him up more. It didn’t last long: his arms shook. He laid her on the blazer tossed on the floor and kept going.
“Is this okay?” he asked, voice low.
“Yes… yes,” she nodded, frantic.
She locked her legs around his waist. It was unreal: a night with the guy she’d called an idiot, whom she’d belittled, and now he made her feel so good. Seeing him like this, in control, turned her on to her bones.
“Hmm… yes,” she exhaled, trying to speed the rhythm.
Minsu seized the chance: he kneaded one breast, making her arch. He lowered his head and kissed it, licked, sucked.
“God…” she buried a hand in his hair when his mouth closed over the nipple.
She clamped her legs tighter around him. Each thrust grew deeper; their hips slapped with a wet rhythm that echoed in the bathroom. Her moans fed his ego, his newborn confidence.
“Don’t stop… keep going,” her fingers tangled in his nape.
All that could be heard was the slap of their bodies and the wet sound of his mouth.
“I’m so close…” she squeezed her thighs like a vise.
“Me too,” he answered, releasing the nipple for a second.
“Don’t stop… with your mouth,” she ordered, breathless.
A tingle dropped through her belly, pooling between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from screaming; only a muffled moan escaped when the orgasm ripped through her. She trembled, still sensitive, but Minsu wasn’t there yet.
He let go of her skin, panting, hair disheveled, eyelids heavy. He looked at her: undone, beautiful. He didn’t recognize himself. Wordlessly, he flipped her onto her stomach. She understood instantly and braced on her knees. Deep down she didn’t want it to end; this version of him had her hooked.
“Oh, God…” she moaned as he slammed in, rougher.
Minsu lost himself in the curve of her back. He couldn’t see her face, but he felt in control. One hand rubbed her hip; the other cracked against her skin with a sharp echo.
It wasn’t play: it was firm, synced with every thrust. He discovered the brunette lit up under this urgency, this need to be wanted by him.
“Harder…” she begged between gasps. “You can go harder.”
He obeyed. She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a scream. Seeing it, Minsu leaned in, wrapped her hair in a fist, and pulled—firm, not cruel.
“Ah… Minsu…” her head fell back.
A few more strokes and he hit his limit. He growled, emptied inside her. His breath burned in his chest. He gently released her hair, sighed, and pulled out; she let out an empty gasp.
He collapsed onto her chest. He braced his palms on the floor, steadying himself as air returned to his lungs.
Both lay on the cold bathroom floor, breaths still ragged, trying to return to normal. The crumpled green blazer beneath their naked bodies was the only thing separating them from the icy tiles.
Min-su lay on his back, staring at the ceiling where the fluorescent lights flickered weakly. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath. Sweat traced paths down his forehead. His black hair was completely disheveled.
You lay beside him, also on your back, one arm draped over your forehead covering your eyes. You felt your heart pounding against your ribs, as if it wanted to escape.
Neither said anything for several minutes.
Only the low hum of the lights and their breathing filled the space.
Finally, you broke the silence.
“I didn’t expect that,” you said in a hoarse voice, almost amused. But there was something more in your tone. Something vulnerable.
Min-su turned his head just enough to glance at you from the corner of his eye.
“What didn’t you expect?” he asked in a deep voice, still catching his breath.
“That you’d be… like this,” you admitted, lowering your arm to meet his gaze too. “I thought you’d be… I don’t know. Different.”
“Me neither,” he murmured, eyes returning to the ceiling. “I didn’t know I could be like this.”
Another pause. Shorter this time.
“The drugs?” you asked directly, no beating around the bush.
“In part,” he admitted with brutal honesty. “But not just that.”
You rolled onto your side, propping your head on your hand to see him better. He still wouldn’t look at you, lost in his own thoughts.
“Then what?” you pressed gently.
He opened his eyes slowly. This time he did look at you. Really looked.
“Tomorrow I’m going to die,” he said with chilling calm. “And I wanted… even if just once… to not feel like shit. To not feel invisible. Or a coward. Or useless.”
His voice cracked just slightly at the end.
“You’re not invisible,” you said, and this time it wasn’t manipulation. It was true. “Not to me. Not after this.”
Min-su swallowed. His eyes glistened faintly, but he blinked quickly to hide it.
“You all treated me like trash,” he murmured without bitterness, just stating a fact. “Thanos. Nam-gyu. You…”
You didn’t deny it. There was no point.
“I know,” you admitted, lowering your gaze. “And I’m sorry. For real.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said finally. “They’re dead. And we… probably will be too in a few hours.”
You reached out slowly, hesitating just a moment before placing your hand over his. His fingers were cold. They trembled faintly.
He didn’t pull away. He turned his hand to lace his fingers with yours.
“Do you think it’ll hurt?” you asked quietly. “Dying, I mean.”
Min-su thought for a moment.
“I hope not,” he whispered. “But probably yeah.”
You laughed without humor. He let out a dry chuckle too.
“At least we won’t have to pretend anymore,” you said, squeezing his hand. “We won’t have to act like we’re strong.”
“I was never strong,” he murmured.
“Me neither,” you admitted. “I was just faking it. Like everyone here.”
Another silence. Warmer this time.
“Hey, Min-su…” you said after a while.
“Thank you,” you whispered. “For tonight. For… making me feel something that wasn’t fear.”
He turned his head fully toward you. His dark eyes studied you with a new intensity.
“Thank you too,” he said softly. “For not seeing me as the coward everyone else does.”
You leaned in slowly and planted a soft kiss on his bare shoulder. He watched you for a moment, his dark eyes memorizing the instant.
And then he joined his lips to yours again.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his body hover over yours once more. His lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, between your breasts, your abdomen…
Each kiss was slow. Deliberate. As if he had all the time in the world when you both knew he didn’t.
When he reached lower, you let out a trembling sigh.
You looked down at him, and what you saw in his eyes surprised you: devotion. As if, in this moment, you were the only thing that mattered in the entire damn world.
He kissed the inside of your thighs, hands digging into your hips.
As he moved lower, a warm breath grazed you. You sighed when his tongue touched that aching spot for the first time.
He began to wet you, slow, insistent.
The tip of his tongue pressed your clit, deliberate circles, growing firmer.
“Like that… just like that…” you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly.
One finger slid inside you, then another; they curled upward, matching the exact rhythm of his tongue.
“Minsu… God…” you arched your back, spine a taut bridge.
You wanted speed, you wanted to explode, but he kept the pressure steady, the rhythm relentless. Your legs shook.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop,” you begged, voice breaking.
He had no intention of stopping. He sped up just enough for you to feel the difference. Your hips lifted on their own; he held them firmly, preventing escape.
His fingers slid in and out slowly, paused inside, massaged the entrance, explored around. Sometimes his tongue dipped into you, other times it licked from bottom to top, a long stroke that made your hips circle. This time he let you move.
He sucked your clit gently, released, sucked again. Steady, hypnotic rhythm.
A wave of heat swept your belly; an electric tingle pooled between your legs. You were on the edge.
Your thighs clamped around his head—reflex, not control. He didn’t move; just gripped you tighter, letting you squeeze.
Your breath came in gasps. Your hands left his hair and clawed the blazer, crumpling it.
A long, guttural moan tore from your throat as release crashed through you.
Your breathing was chaos, chest heaving in waves. Minsu didn’t stop; he licked softer, but without pause.
“Minsu… wait… it’s too much.”
He eased the pressure, barely a brush of tongue, but didn’t pull away.
Truth was, he wanted to prolong your torment. After the contempt of these past days—cold stares, cutting silences—this was his revenge. Nam-gyu had already paid for Semi; now it was your turn.
It was going to be a long night. Tomorrow would be his last day here. Literally.
