The rain poured down on Minho's shoulders as he dashed up the cobblestone pathway that led up to the illuminated mansion surrounded by trees. He clutched his suitcase tight in his right hand, using his left to shield his face from the harsh downfall coming from the grey sky.

It was the day before Newt and Sonya's wedding. He was supposed to be in Glade Grove three days ago, not the day before this huge extravaganza.

Brenda had guilted him into staying in Crank Village longer, managing to bring up tears on the day he was supposed to leave, saying that Minho never spent anymore time with her and their children and always spent time up in his study and not with them. Of course, Minho had a reason why he was up in the study, but it was one that he could not tell Brenda.

He was writing letters to Lynn, reading the rose-scented ones that she sent in reply to his own. The flaxen-haired girl's letters contained detailed descriptions of what the day was like and her take on how the moon glistens on the lake water, the newest piano piece that she has started (Minho didn't know she even played the instrument) and what plans had been made for Newt and Sonya's wedding. Lynn had told him of the awful shade of yellow and red that was going to be used for the flowers in Sonya's bouquet, saying that they were too dark and uncheerful.

Minho often read over Lynn's letters to him, tracing his fingers over her delicate, cursive handwriting. He ached to run his hands through her admirable blonde hair, trail hot kisses down her neck as his skillful fingers untie the strings at the back of her dress. Minho wanted to hear Lynn beg for him, ask him to make the night vanish just from his lips and needy hands. But he couldn't think of such things, well, not here and certainly not now.

But the day before the wedding Minho caught the 6:30 train in the afternoon, heading straight towards Glade Grove. The melancholy appearing clouds rolled in around 6:55, the rain beginning just as the train approached the station at 8:30. The down pour banged against the glass windows of the first class car, streaming down the glass as Minho's obsidian eyes gazed out into the cloudy summer evening.

There were no carriages or any sort of transportation. Lynn had no idea that Minho was arriving today otherwise he knew she would be waiting for him there. So that left the young man to run through the rain, letting the water from the sky soak his clothes.

By the time he had reached the Newton's mansion, his suit was practically clinging onto his skin. His gelled and styled hair was a complete mess, the soaking wet strands stuck to his forehead, the ends dipping into his line of sight. Water pooled in his shoes, making a cringe worthy sloshing sound as he ran.

Minho came to a halt in front of the massive wooden door that was the entry to the mansion. He took a moment to breathe, resting his head up against the smooth surface of the wood. The black-haired man placed his clammy palms on the door by his ears, panting deeply as he tried to catch his breath. The overhang of the entry guarded Minho from the rain, protecting him from the harsh weather. He bunched his fingers into a fist, knocking his knuckles on the door to get someone's attention.

The evergreen door opened immediately, Minho stumbling forward as his source of stability was taken away from him. Regaining his balance seconds after, he focused his eyes on the tall figure standing in front of him.

"Minho?" Newt's thick british accent was able to overtake the thundering of rain hitting the ground.

The older man laughed, "The one and only."

The blond's eyes widened, a small smile making its way onto his face. "Get in here, brother. You must be freezing." Newt bent down and grabbed the handle of Minho's suitcase, gesturing for him to come inside.

Minho took a step into the threshold, the warmth embracing him like an old friend. Newt closed the door shut behind him, resting his free hand on Minho's shoulder as they began to walk up the stairs.

"Did you run from the train station to here in the rain?" Newt questioned, giving Minho an inquiring glance.

"Yeah," Minho chuckled, "I did."

Newt looked down at the red carpeted stairs as they ascended to the second floor. "The things you do for Lynn." He said under his breath, a gentle smile on his features.

Lynn. The girl had slipped Minho's mind. She must be awake, after all, it's only the beginning of the evening. Minho knew she was probably in her room, gazing out her window as the rain tapped on the glass. The blonde girl would probably be in her dress that she has been wearing for the entire day (Newt was still in his day clothes so that must mean that Lynn is still probably in her day wear), or she would have that long, flowing white nightgown of her's with the pink ribbon tied around her waist. She would be reading a book, or possibly just daydreaming as she looked out into the forest.

Minho heard a door open as him and Newt came upon the second floor of the mansion, beginning to head down the hallway towards the guest bedrooms. The pitter patter of feet descending from the staircase of the third floor echoed off the walls, a familiar blonde haired girl came jumping down onto the landing of the second floor.

Her ocean blue dress trailed behind her as that award-winning smile of hers spread across her face. Those gorgeous blonde locks were free and flowing, baby's breath were twisted into her hair, a few tiny white roses blended in as well.

"Newt!" Lynn chimed, not noticing Minho right away. "You'll never believe wh-" She stopped in her tracks, her shiny white heels making a thud as her feet paused from their running. Those mesmerizing amber eyes that she's famous fixated on Minho, her smile growing larger.

"Minho..." Lynn exhaled, dropping the book that was in her grasp. She dashed from her place at the landing, quickly finding her way into Minho's arms. Minho finally felt the feeling of Lynn's rosy pink lips again, breathing in the aroma of her rose-scented hair. He could tell that the young girl didn't care about her dress becoming wet, as her arms were wrapped tightly around Minho's neck, every inch of her body touching his.

"Ah-hem." Oh right, Newt was still here.

Minho reluctantly parted himself from Lynn's lips, his arms remaining folded over her small figure. Her facial features were just as he remembered, bewitching and freckled. She gazed up at him through her thick eyelashes, the bangs on the left side of her face hiding one of her vibrant hazel eyes.

Newt tapped his sister on the shoulder, attracting her attention from her lover. He set Minho's suitcase down by her petite feet, giving Lynn a gentle look of care. "I'll leave it to you to show Minho to his room," and with that, Newt headed back down the hallway towards the staircase, disappearing down the stairs moments after.

Lynn returned her attention to Minho, fixing the drenched collar of his shirt. She rose to her tiptoes, her lips brushing up against Minho's ear as she whispered hushed words to him. "You can stay in my room, Newt never goes in there anyway." Lynn unraveled herself from Minho's arms, picking up his suitcase by the handle and grabbing the older boy's hand with her other. She lightly pulled on his arm, leading him up the stairs as they walked side by side.

"So how was Crank Village?" Her voice was in that dreamy tone that made Minho melt.

"Awful."

"How was it awful?"

"Because you weren't there with me." Minho looked down at her, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. Lynn's angel-like laughter filled the air, leaning her head on Minho's shoulder.

"It was awful because I wasn't there?" Lynn asked.

"Yes, it was." Minho said, nuzzling his head into the crook of the blonde's neck. "I missed you and your conversations of flowers and colors. I missed the feeling of you in my arms when I woke up every morning. I wanted you to be there with me every single minute of every single day."

Lynn hummed, keeping a steady pace as they came to the third floor.

The door to Lynn's bedroom was probably the easiest to find just from one glance. It was a white/cream color, not being able to decide which color is actually was. The handle was made of some sort of silver, shining in the candle light.

Lynn's fragile hand broke away from Minho's, opening the door so that they could enter. But the minute the door closed was a whole different story.

Minho couldn't take it anymore. He had spent too long without Lynn's kisses, without her romantic glances and talks of flowers. He was forced to love a woman that he didn't have any passion towards, to kiss and make love to a woman that he didn't love in return. Minho had had enough, enough pretending. He was making Lynn his.

The second the door was closed, Minho had Lynn pinned up against it, the suitcase slipping from her hands. Every single inch of Minho's body was pressed close to Lynn's, bowing his head so that his lips brushed her ear.

"I missed you so much." He murmured huskily, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck.

Minho lazily pressed kisses down the blonde's neck, hearing her moan quietly as he nipped the skin at her shoulder. Her dainty hands gripped the collar of his soaking wet shirt, another moan escaping her mouth as Minho trailed slippery open-mouthed kisses back up to her ear, her head dropping back in pleasure.

Lynn has never done something like this, so her movements were tentative and gentle. She ran her hands down Minho's muscled chest, her fingers dipping into every ripple and crevice created by his abs. They paused for a second, Minho raising his head from her neck. His obsidian gaze poured into her's, raising a hand to brush a stray hair out of her eyes. Lynn tugged on the collar of his shirt, bringing him down to her level so an eager and needy kiss could be placed on his lips.

The twenty six-year-old twisted his arms around Lynn's tiny waist, letting her fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, starting with the bottom and working her way to the top. Minho ran his tongue along her lower lip, wanting more and more from Lynn, practically begging for her to let him do what his heart desires to do.

She let him have access to her mouth, giving him just as much passion in her kisses in return. Minho was able to taste the sweetness of vanilla and roses again, a drunken feeling washing over him as their kisses grew more brisk and sensuous. He lifted a hand to run it through her flaxen locks, the baby's breath and roses falling to the ground as he dug his fingers through the twists of her hair.

Minho's hand found its way to the nape of Lynn's neck, straightening out the hidden curls that were buried underneath all those golden waves. Lynn had completely unbuttoned Minho's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders along with his jacket, sending it fluttering to the ground.

Why was Minho's clothes coming off and not Lynn's? That had to change.

Minho's fingers searched for the strings to the back of Lynn's dress, yanking on the tips so that the small bow became untied. He began to pull the cord through the hole of her dress, loosening the bodice of the dress. Was Lynn going to ask him to stop? Tell him that she wasn't ready for something like this? Wasn't ready to go this far in this relationship that they had?

But she didn't ask him to stop, she didn't pry her lips off of his and tell him to get out. Lynn let him take her dress of and let it pool at her feet, leaving her in her corset and underskirts. Minho's needy hands bunched up her skirts, his fingers dancing over her alabaster legs and grabbing her outer thighs.

Lynn jumped up in one fluid motion (with Minho's help of course) and looped her legs around his waist, locking them in position behind his back. Moving away from the door, Minho went towards the bed that was located a few feet away. His knees bumped into the side of the mattress, almost making him lose his balance. He turned around and sat down, Lynn separating their lips for a moment to trail her lips down from his ear to his jawline.

Minho held Lynn close to him, trying his best not to lose it as she sucked and nipped at his skin. He practically ripped of her corset, the cold air hitting her bare chest and back as Minho tossed it to the side. The tips of Minho's fingers ran down Lynn's bony spine, sending a shiver throughout the blonde's body.

The night slipped from their fingertips as their lips met once more, a night full of passion being fulfilled after all that waiting both of them had done. Both of them let go of any barriers that held them back, finally becoming one.

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Minho's eyes fluttered open to the bright sunlight peering through the white sheer curtains of the glass doors.

A yawn escaped his lips, letting his eyes adjust to the new surroundings he woke up in.

The walls were royal blue, matching the color of the deepest of oceans. A large wooden bookshelf was tucked in the back right corner, the side stopping inches away from the nightstand on Minho's side of the bed. The sheets of the bed were a crisp white, smelling of roses and other fragrant flowers. They were both warm and cool at the same time, providing the perfect temperature to sleep in.

A vanity sat in front of the bed, pushed up against the opposite wall. Dozens of perfumes sat on a shiny silver tray, a jar of white packets in a glass jar next to it. A brush and a comb were on the other side of the vanity, assorted colored ribbons and draped over the two hair utensils.

Minho had been too distracted last night to actually take a look at Lynn's room.

Lynn.

Minho remembered the events of the eve before, a smug smile coming across his face as he recalled the feelings of the blonde's lips on his own, her moans of pleasure that fell out of those perfect pink lips of her's. He could taste the sweetness of vanilla in his mouth, the ghost of her hands running down his arms and gripping his hand tightly.

He felt the light weight of a petite hand on the center of his bare chest, Lynn's head rested inches away on the pillow next to him, sleeping soundly. Minho had an arm wrapped tight around Lynn's waist, keeping her body flush against his side. The sheets were hiding the rest of her body, just her shoulders, arms, and head being visible. A stray blonde hair was covering her left eye, her eyelashes peeking through slightly.

Minho let his other hand reach over and brush it out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. He let his fingertips trace her jawline, cupping her cheek as she started to stir.

Lynn's amber eyes slowly opened, immediately finding themselves fixated onto Minho's face. A warm smile spread across her lips as Minho rubbed his thumb across her freckled cheek. She brought both her hands to hold Minho's face in her hands, pressing her lips to his once more.

When they parted Minho rested his forehead against Lynn's, both of their eyes remaining shut.

"I love you," He murmured, opening his eyes to meet her gaze. Minho kissed the tip of her nose, wrapping both of his arms around her waist under the sheets, pulling her on top of him.

"I love you too." Lynn replied, resting both of her hands on his chest, lightly tapping at his skin with her fingertips.

Their lips met once more, Minho's calloused hands running up and down Lynn's spine. The blonde shivered, her small hands gripping Minho's shoulders as he flipped them around so that she was trapped beneath him.

Just as Minho was about to take it further, a knock was heard on the blonde's bedroom door. Both of them stopped what they were doing, begrudgingly removing their lips from each other's once more.

"Lynn?" Newt's voice was muffled by the thick wooden door, "Can I come in?"

A gasp escaped the youngest Newton's lips, her vibrant amber eyes widening. "No!" She shouted, an expression of fear upon her face. "Not now! I'm...um...indecent!"

"Oh okay," Newt said through the door, "Meet me in the library when you're dressed then."

Lynn squeezed her eyes shut, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she prayed that she would hear Newt's footsteps walking away from her room.

When muted thuds could be heard heaing away from Lynn's room, the blonde let out a sigh of relief as her and Minho laughed silently. She was just glad Newt didn't walk right in and chose to knock instead of waltzing right in. It would've been quite a surprise for him to see his best friend and sister tangled in the sheets together.

"So I guess this means we can't have a continuation of last night?" Minho inquired, raising an eyebrow at his lover.

Lynn giggled, shaking her head in response. "Sadly, no. I have to get dressed and see what he wants."

"It could just be nerves about getting up on the alter and saying his 'I do's' to Sonya." Minho rolled off of Lynn, letting her finally rise from the sheets. She grabbed a satin robe that had been carelessly thrown onto her nightstand and put it on, stepping out of bed.

"Not sure," She answered, tying a bow on the side to secure the robe; making it so that nothing was showing except her lower thighs and skinny legs. Lynn headed off in the direction of the door that was by the vanity, which lead to a massive walk in closet that Minho didn't even know existed.

Lynn stopped in the doorway of the closet, her hands holding onto the frame as she turned around to face Minho.

"I suggest you get some clothes on," She suggested, "It's nice to have the pleasure of ripping them off when you have them on."

Sending a sly wink in Minho's direction, Lynn turned back around and walked into the closet, closing the door behind her.

Minho almost died right then and there.

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