-Tiny chapter! You're welcome ;) anyway, yes, this is really short because I don't know, I just wanted to throw a short chapter in here. The next one will be longer, I promise. I hope you all enjoy it and thanks again for the wonderful reviews. Until next time!-

The following week, at work, Newt was crossing through the lobby when he thought he saw that blonde woman again; he'd learned from Minho that her name was Diana. She wasn't at her desk at the front, the way she normally was. She was standing at the side of it, next to a girl with a sheet of cherry-red hair. They shared the same crimson lips and icy eyes. They sent him strange, suspicious glances as he passed by, leaning closer together.

The way they whispered in each other's ears made a pang of nervousness slither its way down his spine.

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"I'm glad to see you're feeling better."

The words were harmless, but the way that smooth voice worked its way around them made shivers skitter over Newt's skin. He tried to keep his face neutral as he stood beside the sleek ebony of Minho's desk. Anyone could walk in at any time. He had to be careful if they were going to play this game. He continued to rifle through a folder of papers, pretending to read over them even as the sentences blurred before his eyes. "Thank you," he nearly-mumbled, feeling the presence of Minho by the windows behind him. The office was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows at the back and a dusky-colored interior. The desk was large and beautifully made, and the double doors at the front were constantly knocked on by employees with questions and news.

Newt couldn't see Minho, but he heard the shift of a footstep. "I have an important meeting tonight," Minho said conversationally.

"Oh?" Newt tried in vain to force some intrigue into his voice. He'd rather have Minho with him tonight. "With who?"

"Financial advisors," Minho answered. There was a soft sound then, like he was adjusting his tie or straightening his jacket.

Newt folded another page in the folder over, the whiteness crisp under his fingertips. "Interesting," he commented with a bit of humor. "Looking forward to it?"

Minho scoffed unexpectedly. "It's going to be incredibly boring."

Newt allowed himself to give a small laugh, though if other people were there, he wouldn't have dared. "You sound enthusiastic."

"Please. Every time I go to these things, I'm lucky if I don't try to kill myself by the end of them."

"I'll wish you luck then."

There was a funny little pause, as though Minho was thinking of saying something he shouldn't. Newt heard him take a breath. "You won't have to."

Newt's brow furrowed in puzzlement, though he didn't turn around. "Why not?" he asked.

"Because I canceled it," Minho replied, seemingly unbothered by this information.

Newt's fingers stilled on the papers. Minho had canceled a meeting? With his advisors? That couldn't have gone over too well. He tried to come up with a reason why Minho would do this, when Minho gave him the reason anyway. Newt froze when he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. His heart nearly stopped when he felt the warmth of body heat right up against his back. Someone touched his arm with a slight, meaningful pressure. When he felt Minho's breath fan over his neck, his eyes fluttered shut. "I didn't want us to have any distractions tonight," Minho whispered, his hair slipping over Newt's.

Newt's body had stopped working. He was unable to move. When Minho spoke, there was the tiniest trace of his lips grazing Newt's ear. "I... Minho..." Newt trailed off.

"What?" Minho asked in a hushed murmur. The hand that wasn't on Newt's arm wandered its way down Newt's back.

"We're at work," Newt protested weakly, a coy smile creeping into his words.

"I know." Minho's palm burned into the small of Newt's back. He brushed his lips over Newt's ear. "But you look so stunning; how am I supposed to resist you?" Bold, he kissed the sensitive place behind Newt's ear. Newt released a soft sigh, knowing how dangerous this was, but not caring at the moment. Minho sucked on the place he'd kissed before and Newt dropped his head back onto Minho's shoulder with a whimper. Minho's lips traced his jaw then, making Newt desperately wish that they weren't at work.

"Min," Newt breathed, turning his face into the crook of Minho's neck. Fingers cradled his chin, tilting his face upward, and Minho touched their lips together. It was the smallest, softest kiss they'd ever shared. Newt felt it the whole way down to his toes, tingling over his nerves. When it ended, Minho whispered into Newt's lips, "you're mine."

Newt leaned up for more of Minho's addictive kisses, but suddenly, they both heard the insistent knock on the doors. Newt tore himself away from Minho, hating how much willpower it took. Minho backed away from him, his breaths unsteady. He took a moment to compose himself before he called a slightly-strained, "come in."

The doors opened, revealing a businessman like all the others and Newt listened to the meaningless conversation that followed. He held on to the thought that tonight he'd be with Minho.