-Here it is, lovely readers! Part Two! (Also, I lied. This'll be a three-part story) This entire chapter is the party at Nathan's mansion and all the drama that comes with it. I hope you all like it! And if there ain't enough Minewt fluff in here for you, don't worry. There's a very fluffy scene waiting for you in part three between our two favorite characters. ;)

Reviews are very welcome and I thank you for leaving one for part one, if you did. They inspire me every day to keep writing for you.

As always, enjoy the story! :)-

Minho LOVED driving Teresa's car. Absolutely loved it.

Its seats were softest, black leather, and the interior was illuminated by blue lights. It purred beautifully when he turned the key, then roared like a panther when he pulled out of the driveway. And on the road, it ate up the pavement like a lightning bolt. It whipped on bends smoothly and hardly made a sound all the while. Minho was seriously considering carjacking it after the night.

Thoughts of carjacking flew out of his head, however, when he caught sight of the huge house yawning up out of the ground ahead. Nathan's mansion was a castle of a house, made of white stone and archways. Pillars supported the wide porch, and the lawn was lush and neatly trimmed. Golden light stained every window and cascaded out onto the grass. Other, beautifully designed cars were parked outside, in orderly rows on the gravel driveway. People in dress shirts and long flowing dresses stepped out, chatting amiably as they walked to the door. The whole scene was breathtaking. Even though Minho had been to Brenda's giant house many times, he'd never seen anything like this.

"Teresa," he said, as he pulled the car up, tires crunching over the gravel.

"Yes?" Teresa asked expectantly.

"This place is shucking ridiculous."

"I know, right?"

"I can tell why Nathan would act like such a snob," Minho remarked. He parked the car next to someone's electric blue one. Staring out the window at that mansion, he unbuckled his seat belt. "How'd he afford this place?"

Teresa shrugged as she fluffed her hair. "A combination of parents and work," she answered. "However, he doesn't deserve any of it. The guy's an asshole, as you so kindly put it."

"Well, he's a rich asshole." Minho sighed in dread. "They all are. What am I gonna say if anyone here asks me where I work or something? I'm not rich, Teresa. I teach kids guitar."

Teresa waved a hand dismissively. "Leave it all up to me," she assured him. "You teach guitar. Just use everyone else's other story: parents are filthy-rich and gave you money."

"Sounds believable enough," Minho decided. He opened his car door and paused to send her a smile. "You ready to get this show on the road?"

Her smile was equally dark. "Oh yeah. Let's go."

Minho got out first, standing and slamming the door behind him. Then he rounded the car and opened the door for Teresa. Teresa unfolded her long legs and straightened up. She beamed at Minho as he shut her door. "Such a gentleman," she remarked jokingly. "Newt's luckier than I thought."

Minho warmed, reminded of his husband back home. "I always thought I was the lucky one," he replied, just a little bashful.

Teresa placed a hand on her chest, pretending to swoon. "And romantic too... You sure make it hard on a girl, Minho, being gay and married and all."

"So I've heard."

"Maybe not humble though."

Minho laughed, because the sarcasm was definitely in her voice. Then they walked side by side to the massive party being thrown before them. Several people cast them curious glances as they passed. Only a few were outright gaping, whispering to each other and pointing to Teresa. Probably shocked at the guts she had to show up with another man at Nathan's party. But Teresa didn't seem to care. Lifting her chin, she stalked to the mahogany front doors like she owned the place. Her eyes glittered like blue ice. Halting before the double doors, she took a moment to compose herself.

"Sorry if this is awkward, but could put your arm around me or something?" she asked under her breath. "Gotta make this believable."

"More like you just want my arm around you," Minho returned sarcastically. She stuck her tongue out at him in reply. With a half-smile on his lips, and only a brief prickle of discomfort, Minho slipped his arm politely around her waist. It was strange, partly because he'd never held a girl before and partly because it wasn't Newt.

Despite her earlier claim at "making it believable," Teresa was pink in the face when she pressed her finger to the doorbell. A series of cheerful chimes sounded from inside. A buzz of conversation followed, and then important-sounding footsteps. Teresa seemed to brace herself. Then the mighty doors swung open and a smiling man faced them. Nathan was taller than Teresa (though shorter than Minho), and had eyes the color of reddish-brown leaves in the fall. His soft, short hair was of the same hue, paired with fair skin. The brightness of his white dress shirt was enough to be seen by blind people.

His smile vanished at the sight of Teresa and her guest. "T—Teresa," he stammered, in a surprisingly low voice. "I didn't realize you were coming..." He had the trace of an accent, but it had to be fake; it was nothing like Newt's poetic voice. "And...you brought someone."

"Hi, Nathan!" Teresa greeted cheerily. She patted Minho's arm. "And yes, yes I did. This is my VERY good friend, Minho."

"I've heard a lot about you," Minho offered, keeping his voice polite. But beneath the politeness, his cold eyes told Nathan that he clearly disapproved of him.

Nathan caught on and shifted his feet. "Yes, well. I've heard nothing about you." He turned to Teresa. "Which surprises me. Teresa, why did you—?"

"Where's Rebecca?" Teresa asked suddenly. "I thought she'd be here; she seemed so happy with you last time."

"...she couldn't make it."

"What a shame. Guess we'll just have to have fun without her then, won't we, Minho?" She smiled dreamily up at him.

Minho mentally shot himself for ever agreeing to this. "I guess so," he replied in his warmest voice, and returned her smile.

"Would you show us in?" Teresa asked Nathan, resting her head on Minho's shoulder for more effect.

Nathan was flustered and there was heat rising in his face. Lifting a finger, he took a breath to speak, but Teresa swept right over him. "Oh, who am I kidding? I know the way around! Come on, cupcake, party's in here." She tightened her hold on Minho's arm and guided him straight past Nathan and into the towering rooms beyond. Domed, intricately carved ceilings, golden floors, and immaculate furniture greeted them. Nathan's mansion just got better and better.

Minho arched a brow at her. "Cupcake?"

"Yeah, I don't know. I need some food." Teresa let out a breath she'd been holding. "This is crazy, isn't it? Am I crazy for doing this?"

Minho shrugged. "Little revenge never hurt anybody," he said lightly. "Besides, he deserves it, Resa. He was a jerk to you."

Teresa looked up at him and nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Minho."

"It's what I'm here for, isn't it?"

They made their way deeper into the glorious house. Everywhere they looked, there were imperious oil paintings and brass vases; ornately designed chairs and spiraling staircases. Nathan's home was a dreamland of decorations and wealth. Teresa was staring around, in awe and envious. But when Minho took it all in, he only felt a pang of longing for home. He wanted his more modest, warm walls, and guitar chords echoing in the living room, and Newt's drowsy morning voice mumbling I-love-you's. You didn't have to be this wealthy to have everything you ever wanted.

Teresa suddenly grabbed his arm again and he jerked out of his trance. "Uh oh, snob-alert," she hissed, pointing straight ahead. "See that huge piece of wood? That's Nathan's dining room table. And see that woman at the end? That's his coworker, Louise Ellrose."

Minho followed her gaze and spotted that massive table, along with its spread of lovely-smelling food. He also saw the woman, Louise. She was rather plump, wearing a lavender, woman's suit and skirt. Her chestnut hair was piled atop her head, and her red-rimmed glasses flashed under the crystal chandeliers. Her lined face resembled that of a bulldog. Minho wrinkled his nose. "She seems...nice."

Teresa scoffed. "Oh, she's a witch. She'll insult absolutely anyone, to their face, and they won't even say a word. Not that we SHOULD say a word," she added quickly. "I mean, I don't wanna get into an argument with her. But still."

"Ugh, let's just avoid her and go back to torturing Nathan," Minho suggested. He was just about to guide Teresa away, but of course, Louise chose THAT moment to spot them with her sharp hazel eyes. Her brows rose at the sight of them together, but a thin smile spread over her lips. There was no avoiding her now. She expected them to come over.

"I think she saw us," Teresa groaned quietly. "We better go over and say hi, or she'll flip."

"I'd rather not," Minho muttered. But he followed her as she clacked over the floor in her heels toward Louise. As he did, he glanced back once; to his surprise, Nathan stood in the large archway that led into the dining room. There was a black look in his eyes when he locked gazes with Minho. Minho tossed him an evil smirk and turned back to Teresa. It felt good to see the jealousy flare in Nathan's expression.

"Oh, Teresa," Louise greeted, bringing Minho back to the conversation. "I'm so glad you came. You look lovely tonight, dear."

"Thank you, Ms. Ellrose," Teresa replied.

"And you brought along a friend?" Louise's gaze flicked pointedly to Minho. There was obvious disapproval in the way she looked at him. "I didn't expect Nathan to...approve. What's your name?"

Minho met her cool voice with his own. "Minho," he answered. "Minho New—" He broke off when Teresa gave him a warning nudge with her elbow. Oh. Right. Minho felt a sting in his heart as he corrected, "Minho Park." Park seemed to be more common than his real last name around here.

"Very nice to meet you, Minho," Louise told him (lying straight through her fake smile). Then she turned to Teresa. "Teresa, I'm surprised at you," she scolded lightly, but with an undercurrent of something nastier. "I didn't expect you to be the type to bring another man into Nathan's home."

Teresa tensed, but only slid an arm casually around Minho, over his middle; his eyebrows rose at her in surprise. "Well, you see, I wouldn't have brought him, but Nathan made it very clear to me that it was more than fine," she explained. Her hand rested in the center of Minho's stomach as she spoke.

Louise looked on with chin lifted. "Why, I don't think I understand," she sniffed. "He seems perfectly acceptable as a boyfriend for you, dear. Kind, intelligent, wealthy. Seems as though you should've been set for life." Then she raked her gaze over the broad-shouldered form of Minho. "Unless it's something ELSE you want that he wouldn't give you yet. Maybe something this one's willing to give to you with no problem, perhaps?"

Translation: maybe you just wanted a new sex toy. Minho had to stop himself from looking utterly appalled at her layered words, but he couldn't help but flush heatedly. She thought that he and Teresa were...?

Teresa's cheeks were tinted scarlet and her mouth fell open as she gaped at Louise. Her hand stiffened on Minho's stomach. "You think that I...That we...WHAT?" she demanded.

Louise shrugged. "Oh, don't get so flustered, Teresa. It's a fairly simple fact to comprehend. You were done playing with Nathan so you decided to find someone new. Some women are just like that, you know." And, as quickly as she'd begun the conversation, she was ending it. She glanced over her shoulder and waved at another woman across the room. "Now, I must be off. Brittany is waiting for me. Take care, dear, and don't get into any trouble." She shuffled off, adjusting her glasses as she did.

Minho and Teresa were frozen for a long moment. It was Minho who spoke first. "Can we agree to never speak of that again?"

"Agreed," Teresa answered instantly.

Minho realized her hand was still on him. He raised on eyebrow at her, lips quirking up at one side. "You can let go of me now," he reminded her teasingly.

"Sorry!" Teresa snatched her hand away. She blinked up at him apologetically. "I was in the moment. And your abs are amazing."

"You flirting with me, Resa?"

"No, of course not. ...don't tell Newt."

Minho laughed. "I wouldn't dream of it," he assured her. Then he scanned the vast dining room again. There were other people in there too, all of them looking prim and proper, talking about some business affair or another. They lived in an entirely different world. Minho wondered if Teresa would've ended up like them, had she stayed with Nathan. That was when a flash of reddish-brown hair caught his eye. Speak of the devil.

"Teresa!" Nathan appeared in front of them, looking like he'd hurried through some people to get to them. He huffed indignantly and smoothed his hair. "I wanted to talk to you earlier and you never gave me the chance."

Teresa regarded him in disinterest, though there was some pain in the way she folded her arms over her chest. "Well, now you have the chance," she replied coolly. "What did you want to say?"

Nathan sent Minho a reproachful glance. "Can we have some privacy, please?" he asked, voice hard. Guess being polite was going out the window pretty soon.

"Minho's staying with me," Teresa told him.

"But, Teresa—"

"You heard her," Minho spoke up airily. He met Nathan's astonished and outraged eyes, obsidian into autumn-brown. "I'm not going anywhere."

Nathan glanced back and forth between them, uneasy. "What is this?" he demanded. "Teresa, you see me make ONE mistake, and you're showing up with some new boyfriend you found in a day? Do you know how—how ridiculous that is?"

"It's not ridiculous at all," she began darkly, "compared to the stunt you pulled with Rebecca." Her eyes were blue fire. "You CHEATED on me, Nathan! In front of everyone! It was awful." She shifted a step closer to Minho, like a kid who needed shelter from the wind. Minho put an arm around her, on purpose and comforting this time.

Other people were beginning to watch now, out of the corners of their eyes. Some were curious, others downright disgusted. Most of the disgust, in some twisted way, was focused on Teresa. Nathan seemed to agree with them. He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. "Oh, please," he scoffed. "It was just a one-time thing with her."

"Just a one-time thing?" Teresa echoed disbelievingly. "You're out of your mind if you think I'll put up with that as your girlfriend!"

"Well, Jesus, Resa—"

"Don't call me that."

"...Teresa, my God, I didn't know you'd react the way you did."

"What did you expect me to do, huh?" Teresa was seething, her body as tense as electricity. She glowered openly at her ex-boyfriend, putting all her anger into her words. "You KISSED her right in front of my face. It broke my heart. So, tell me, Nathan, what exactly did you expect me to do?"

Nathan snorted at her outburst like she was a child that needed chastisement. "Well, I expected you to be able to handle a little jealousy better than THAT."

"I'd like to see you handle it better, Mr. I'm-So-Rich-Nothing-Touches-Me!"

"I bet you would."

"Oh, you know what, I will! Let's see how you like it, jerk!" And, without thinking, Teresa grasped Minho by the back of the neck and hauled his mouth down onto hers. There were several gasps, from both the onlookers and Nathan. A couple buzzes of annoyance rippled through the crowd. Minho was so shocked, he went absolutely still. His arm was still halfway around Teresa, as she pressed her lips to his in a hard kiss. It lasted for only a single, shard of a second before she pulled back. Her expression showed no feelings, only anger toward Nathan. Nathan was gawking at them in astonishment.

Minho stared at Teresa, wide-eyed. "Teresa..." His hand went for his ring finger, searching for something, only to find it wasn't there.

Teresa glared, breathing heavily from the argument, for a moment longer. Then her eyes widened and she stepped back. Her fingers went to her mouth, as though she could erase what she'd done. "God, I'm sorry," she said, voice pleading for understanding. "Minho, I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's fine," Minho replied quickly; he didn't want her to think this was a big deal. "We knew it might happen."

Nathan's brow was furrowed confusedly. "What the hell are you two talking about?" he asked nastily.

Teresa shot him a look that could kill. "Stay out of it," she snapped. "This is between me and Minho. Nothing I do concerns you anymore."

"You can't just decide that!" Nathan protested.

"Nathan," Teresa sighed, rubbing at her temples in finality, "we're done." She seemed to deflate as soon as she said it. Some of the fire went out of her and she stared at the floor under her shoes. She swallowed.

Nathan just stood in silence, unable to believe that he'd been dumped before he could do the dumping himself. Several guests covered their mouths with hands to whisper to each other.

Teresa brushed a curl out of her face. Her shoulders sagged, a weight lifted from them. "I wanna go home," she said quietly. "Minho, you wanna get outta here?" A trace of her old grin came back.

Minho nodded, smiling crookedly back. "Yeah, I was sick of this place anyway." He touched her shoulder, one friend to another, as she turned away to find the front doors again.

"Hey!" Nathan growled from behind. He was ignored, as Teresa and Minho kept walking away. That wouldn't do. "Hey! You can't just barge into my house and ruin things like this!" He strode forward and caught Teresa by the arm, fingers digging in. Teresa gasped.

In two seconds, Nathan found his toes nearly off the floor as Minho seized him by the collar and wrenched him away from Teresa. The other man's eyes went as round as saucers as Minho hauled their faces close together. "Don't you ever touch one of my friends like that again," Minho growled. "She's ten times the person you are. And you screwed it up. So don't act like you get a say in what she wants now."

Nathan gaped at him, hair tousled messily. Then he curled his lip in a sneer. "Put me down," he ordered. "I'm the owner of this house, in case you've forgotten. I have more money and authority than you'll ever dream of."

"Oh really?" Minho asked, dripping sarcasm. "Well, let's see if all that money of yours comes running to help when you take me on." He smirked then, savage and cruel. "IF you'll take me on."

Nathan didn't reply. He stood, weighing his options. Probably wondering if he had a chance against the guy holding him up off the ground. Finally, he gritted his teeth. "...fine. You guys can just...leave."

Minho let go and Nathan staggered to find his footing again. Tugging at his rumpled shirt, he backed away from the two, shooting Teresa a final glare. Then he was gone, back to overseeing his party. He never looked back after that.

Minho felt a light touch as his elbow and turned to see Teresa. Her smile was wobbly. "Thanks, Min."

Minho shrugged, as though it'd been no big deal. "Eh, no problem," he replied flippantly. "I've been waiting to do that all night anyway."

She giggled and together, they made their way to the doors and the night beyond.