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Jilliann POV: “I can’t believe that we are actually getting to go to this fan meeting. I get to see Ateez and possibly meet them face to face,” I tell my friends excitedly. They surprised me a few weeks ago with tickets to the Ateez fan meeting in New York. This is so exciting. Not only do we get to see them in concert in two days, but the fan meeting is today. “Oh I think big things are going to happen today. You never know; maybe you’ll get to meet Mingi. Just imagine taking a picture with him,” my friend Lex says. “Oh gosh, I think I would die right in that moment. Or worse, embarrass the shit out of myself,” I say and hide my face. As much as that would be a dream come true, I don’t know what I would do if it really did happen. “You look hot. I’m sure Mingi would definitely notice you,” my friend Noel says. Oh, there is no way that could possibly be true. There are going to be so many Atiny there. We arrive at the venue and got our tickets scanned so we can head inside. They got us tickets pretty close to the stage. Which means we will have a closer look at all of the boys. This is so exciting, and I can’t wait for them to come out. The boys come out onto the stage a few minutes later, and all I can hear are other people screaming. They all look amazing, but my eyes immediately go to Mingi. His hair is yellow and orange today, making his skin look a bit pale but he still looks beautiful. He has on a black and red tracksuit. They talk and perform some of their songs. They seem to be having so much fun up on stage. They are goofing around and playing with each other. They seem so at home, and being a part of this is one of the best feelings ever. Now, onto the last thing of the fan meet. They will announce the winners to the dinner raffle, and afterwards, those winners get to go backstage and meet them. I wonder who will be lucky enough to win a special dinner with one of the boys. I never had the nerve to enter my name in the drawing. I wasn’t brave enough, but I’m excited for those who do win. Oh, how lucky those people will be. “Atiny, are you ready to see who our lucky winners will be,” asks Hongjoong. Wooyoung starts cheering and runs around, hugging the other guys. I laugh at his silliness. “We each will go in order from oldest to youngest. Seonghwa will go first.” Some staff members bring out little glass bowls full of folded-up pieces of paper. Other staff members bring out little tables and place them in front of each Ateez member. Seonghwa goes first; he reaches inside his bowl and pulls out a piece of paper. He starts reading the little piece of paper. “Getting to meet any of the members of Ateez would be a dream come true, and if I get the lucky chance to have dinner with one of them, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime thing,” he reads from the paper and pauses before he says who the winner is. “Our Atiny winner is Jenna Carter.” “Oh my gosh. No way,” somebody yells from the crowd. “What do you think the chances are of one of us winning a dinner with them,” my friend whispers. I roll my eyes at her. “Oh, come on. It could happen.” “My chance of winning a dinner with one of them is zero. I didn’t enter my name in the raffle,” I say. She gives me a mischievous look. What is she up to? “You never know Jilly Bean,” she says and turns just in time to hear who Hongjoong picked; Billy Nash. Alright, Yunho’s turn now. “If ever there is a chance for my dream to become real, then I know there is a thing as good karma in the world. My winner is Noel Peirce,” says Yunho. I turned to my friend in shock. “Noel, you won. Oh my gosh. You get to have dinner with Yunho,” I say excitedly as we jump up and down. “Alright, Lex, let's see if you’ll win too.” We turn back as Yeosang starts speaking. “The special Atiny that will get to have dinner with me is,” he pauses for effect. “Cody Hill.” We hear lots of cheers from right behind us. We turn and see what looks like a young man crying with excitement. “Atiny,” San yells. “Are we ready to see who will get dinner with me? Or should we just keep chatting?” The crowd protests and says he should pick already. He fakes like he’s going to pull a piece of paper out of the bowl, and then shakes his head no. He laughs as the crowd whines. He finally pulls a name out. “Lucky winner is Riley Mason.” When Mingi steps up to his bowl he points a finger to the fans closest to him and mouths you. He’s being a flirt like always. Then his eyes land on me, and he winks towards me. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel my cheeks turn red. He reaches into the bowl and pulls out the piece of paper. It feels like time has slowed down as he begins to read what the paper says. “We really hope this ends up in Mingi’s bowl, but if it doesn’t, that is okay too. This is a complete surprise to our friend. She isn’t brave enough to enter because she doesn’t think she will win. But if she does, this is her one and only chance. Now if this is being read because it got picked, then congratulations, and we love you, Jilly Bean,” Mingi stops reading and looks at the crowd once more. I can feel my ears ringing as I hear my name fall off his lips. Mingi just said I won a date with him. It’s like I’m frozen in place. I must be dreaming. There is no way Mingi just said my name. My friends both hug me and scream about how I get to have dinner with Mingi. I don’t even know how to react. I don’t paying attention to the rest of the members picking a winner. You can definitely say that I have been shocked. The members walk off the stage to take a little break to give time to staff to prepare things for the winners to join the members backstage. Oh gosh, I am going to go back there and I get to meet Mingi. Oh, how nerve-racking this is. “Jilly Bean, you will be fine,” Noel says. I know she can tell when I’m spiraling. She’s always the one to calm me down before I even realize I need help. “Look, this will be good for you. You get to meet your bias and have dinner with him. It doesn’t get better than this. Or you could hit it off very well, and he could want to date you. Then that would be way better.” “This is not a time for jokes. There is no way Mingi would ever like somebody like me,” I say. There is no chance, not even a tiny one. The staff finished getting the stuff set up, and called all the winners to follow them backstage. I hold Noel’s hand as we follow the staff. I am directed to a small room. There is a table with stuff all over it. There is also a small couch on one of the walls. I sit on the couch, place my hands in my lap and fidget with them. I must have been spacing out because suddenly, I heard a deep voice say hello. My eyes snap upwards, and my breath hitches in my throat. Oh my, he is sitting right beside me and looks absolutely gorgeous. Come on, Jilliann, get your shit together. He lets out a chuckle. “Am I making you nervous, Jilly Bean,” he asks. He remembered my nickname. “Your friends were really nice to have entered your name into the raffle. We wanted to do something nice for Atiny before our tour ends.” “Hi,” I say barely above a whisper, mentally kicking myself for being so nervous. Mingi lets out another chuckle. “You are pretty cute when you blush like that,” he says as normal as possible. I just sit there looking at him. He can’t be serious, right? “The paper said that they hoped it ended up in my bowl. Can I ask you a question?” I nod my head nervously and wait for him to continue. “Am I your bias?” And there it is. Here I am, sitting in front of the Song Mingi, and he’s asking me if he’s my bias. I have officially died and gone to heaven, or maybe I’m dreaming. There is no way I am awake right now. He stands up and walks over to the table. He grabs something and then comes back. This time, he doesn’t sit next to me; instead, he crouches in front of me and holds out a water bottle. I take it from him and see he already opened it for me. I take a small sip. I can feel myself calming down. I can do this. I can act normally around him. “Sorry,” I apologize. Mingi goes to say something, but I continue talking. “I tend to get nervous around new people. Especially if that person is someone I really admire. I have loved Ateez for so long, and being here is a dream come true. And to answer your question, yes, you are.” I say that last part quickly and then look away. “Well, you have about ten more minutes to get to know me before our dinner tomorrow,” he says. He stands up and then takes a seat next to me again. “Everything on that table is for you. I picked each item myself. I hope you like it all.” I look over at the table and notice it’s merch, a few albums, and some random items. That is so sweet of Mingi. I turn and look at him. He is looking right at me, and his gaze doesn’t falter. We chatted a bit more, and it got easier as the minutes passed. Before our time was up, he said he had one more thing to say. “Tomorrow for our date I would like you to wear a red dress. That is my only request. I want you to match me a little bit. The picture you receive will look amazing. And the memory you will have is going to be forever in your thoughts. Goodbye, Jilly Bean; I will see you tomorrow,” he says and then walks out of the room. ……….. The next day! I finished getting ready. I found the perfect red dress to wear. I hope it's the right color and matches what Mingi will wear. Noel walks into the room and takes one look at me. “She looks amazing, right? Mingi is going to eat her up,” says Lex. I throw something at her and shake my head. “You are out of your mind if you really think that will happen. Mingi can’t possibly see me like that,” I say. “You better stop with that. You are beautiful. And Mingi was flirting with you yesterday. You can’t deny it. He will most definitely like this dress,” says Noel. I look at myself one last time in the mirror. I straightened my hair and did a light make-up look. I grab my bag and head out to the car, waiting for me and Noel. We are taken to a nice hotel. Once inside, there is a staff member waiting for each of us. We are both taken separate ways. I am led to a private room. There is a table with two chairs. There are two wait staff standing off to one side of the room. Mingi is standing at the back of the room, looking out the window. He is wearing a black suit. One of his hands comes up and, I see rings lining his fingers. “Hello, Mingi,” I managed to say. He turns around, and my heart flutters. His hair is styled perfectly, with the yellow blending into the orange so well. He has a red tie around his neck, and it's the exact shade of my dress. He walks over to me. His finger reaches out and slightly touches my cheek. “You look so beautiful. Let’s sit and begin dinner,” Mingi says. He pulls out one of the chairs for me to sit. Such a gentleman. I feel my cheeks burning, and I’m sure he can see I’m blushing. He sits down in the other chair. He motions for the staff to bring over some drinks. They pour us a glass of wine and some water. I’m definitely going to need a little bit of alcohol in me for courage. “You look very handsome in that suit, Mingi,” I say after I sip the wine. It tastes very good, sliding down my throat. Someone brings over some dishes and sets them down in front of us. The longer we continue talking, the more the atmosphere seemed to change. He is flirting so much, but that is just how Mingi is. It’s part of his personality. We both finished the whole bottle of wine, and he calls for more. “You know I would love to see if the wine tastes the same from your mouth as it does from this glass,” he whispers and leans over the table. His hand reaches out, and his thumb rubs along my bottom lip. The air in the room seems to change. Suddenly, he stands up and walks around the table. He pulls me up. His rings scraped along my arm from his tight grip. “I know you can feel this too. If you don’t want to continue, tell me now, and I’ll let you go.” I look up at him. The intensity in his stare sends shivers down my spine. What does he mean by continuing? He pulls me closer and presses his body up against mine. I can feel just how excited he is. I look down and see just how close he really is to me. I say, now is not the time to be questioning yourself ,Jillian. I look back up at him. I can see the lust in his eyes. It’s now or never. “I’m not leaving,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. Mingi doesn’t even skip a beat as soon as I give my answer. His lips touch mine. My heart beats so fast that I fear he can hear it. Never in a million years did I think I would be standing here kissing Mingi. “What do you say we go upstairs,” he asks me with his lips still touching mine. I nod my head, and he pulls away and gives me a big smile. He grabs my hand, and sneaks me up to his room. I have no idea how we didn’t get caught. We reached his room, and he opened the door. I’m barely inside when he pushes me up against the door, closing it as he backs me up. One hand on my hip and the other around my neck as his lips find mine again. I can feel the cold of his rings on my neck. He eventually pulls back when we both run out of air. “When I saw you in the crowd yesterday, I thought you were very beautiful. Then I read your name and thought wow, this is my lucky day. Not only did I get to see you up close, but I got to have dinner with you too. I didn’t think the night would turn out this way, but I’m so glad it did,” he says, leaning his forehead on mine. My heart is still beating fast. I can’t believe that I am standing this close to Mingi and that he has kissed me not once but twice now. I work up the courage to say something. “Mingi? Will you make my wildest dreams come true,” I ask him. He pulls away and looks down at me. My heart skips a beat. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Idiot, I scold myself. But then He does the unexpected. He burries his face into my neck and bites down, pulling a moan from me. “I can do so much more,” he whispers against my skin. He pulls away once more and grabs my hand, pulling me further into the room. He spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. He stands at the edge of the bed. I sit up, and he starts taking his tie off. He takes his suit jacket off and then starts undoing the buttons of his shirt. I reach forward to help him, but he stops me. “I want you to just watch.” I sit back and just watch him. His shirt hangs open, and I can see his abs. I want to touch him. He pulls his shirt off and unbuttons his pants. I can see the outline of his cock. He walks over to the fridge in the room. He pulls out a bottle of wine. “Stand up, Jilly Bean,” he demands. Oh hell. I didn’t think my nickname could sound so seductive. I don’t wait for him to tell me twice. I stand up but don’t move from my spot. He walks over and places the wine bottle against my lips. I open my mouth and take a drink. “I’m going to do it again, but this time, don’t swallow it.” He lifts the bottle to my lips again and pours some into my mouth. I don’t swallow like he said. His lips are on mine again. His tongue asked for entrance into my mouth. I open, and the wine pours out and into his mouth. His tongue begins a dance with mine. I can feel some wine dribbling out of our mouths as the kiss turns more passionate. Then he pulls back, and I can hear him swallowing. I keep my eyes closed for a few more seconds. But before I can open them, his tongue is on my chin. He licks up the wine that lingers there. “Did it taste better this time,” I ask him. I open my eyes, and he smirks down at me. His hand grabs hold of my chin, and he tilts my head. He pulls the bottle to my lips once more. I open my mouth, and he pours more wine in. His lips attach back to mine. Once again, his tongue begins a dance with mine, but this time, his kiss is rougher. He ends up swallowing before he pulls away and bites down on my lip when he does pull away. I can feel my core aching with need. Mingi continues to pour wine into my mouth and then kisses me until the bottle is empty. This is the hottest thing someone has done. Once the wine is gone, his lips trail down my neck. He sucks on my skin as if it’s the last thing he will do. His hands trail down my body and around until he grabs hold of my ass. I can feel his rings with how hard he squeezes my ass. Then, suddenly, before I even get a chance to react, he spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. His hands go straight to my ass. Then I feel the coolness on my bottom half as he pulls my dress up. The thong I’m wearing does little to hide anything. With handfulls of my ass, he leans his body over until his mouth is next to my ear. “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” he says into my ear, and then he pulls my ear lobe into his mouth. The sensation of his breath near me sends shivers down my spine. It’s like a flip inside me switched. “Stop talking and just show me, Mingi,” I say with an attitude. That earns me a slap to my ass. The pain only seems to turn me on even more. “Might as well do it harder.” He pulls back, shocked by my brattiness. I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder. “What? Has no one ever given you an attitude before? I may have been nervous before, but just know this is how I normally am.” “Fuck that’s hot. Everyone just does as I say,” Mingi says. “Guess there is always a first for everything. Stand up and take your dress off.” I do as he says. He watches me with lust-filled eyes as I take my dress off. His eyes trail down my body and then back up. He reaches out, and his fingers barely graze my skin. Goosebumps litter my skin. He steps forward, and his lips find my jaw. He kisses down along my neck. But he doesn’t stop there. His mouth trails down my body. His tongue briefly dips into my belly button. He finally stops at the hem of my panties. He looks up at me and goes lower. I can tell he wants me to watch what he is doing. His nose rubs against my most sensitive spot. My mouth drops open in a moan. “You smell so good. Almost as sweet as that wine. I bet you taste even better,” he says as he breathes in my scent. His hands land on my hips. His fingers go underneath the hem. And before I know it, he yanks them down. There is no barrier hiding my most intimate parts now. His mouth finally lands on me. His tongue swipes out and licks up and down my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and he ever so slightly nips at it with his teeth. My head falls back, and my eyes close. How can something as simple as this make me feel so good? “The sounds coming out of your mouth are like music to my ears,” he says, then dives back in. His tongue pulled more sweet moans from my mouth. His fingers traced random shapes along my thighs. The cool of his rings does nothing to calm the heat spreading through my body. He suddenly pulled away, and I let out a whine. “Get on the bed.” I do as he says. He stands up and pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. He kicks them off and then climbs up onto the bed. He crawls over to me and hovers above me. He looks down, and with one hand holding him up, he uses the other to caress my face. “Let me touch you,” I say. Mingi nods his head, giving me permission. My hands reach out and grab onto his arms. The biceps harden underneath my touch. They trail down, and I play with the rings on his fingers. “I really like it when you wear rings. They look so good on you.” He pulls one hand away and grips my thigh. His rings dig into my skin. I move one of my hands onto his chest. I let my fingers explore the skin there. My hand trails down further until it reaches his throbbing member. He lets out a deep moan, and it heats up my core even more. “Don’t be a tease, Jilly Bean,” he says. But little does he know that that's exactly how I can be. I grip him tightly and slowly move it up and down. My thumb ribs along the tip of him. “Jilliann,” he says in warning, but I don’t listen to him. I’m going to let my inner brat out. He growls and yanks both of my hands up and holds them above my head. He grinds his body against mine. I try to pull away, but he just tightens his grip. He smirks down at me. Oh, he wants to play this game. Then game on Song Mingi. “If you think I’m going to be such a good little girl for you, then you’re wrong,” I say. I don’t know where all this confidence is coming from, but I won’t push it down. He holds my hands with one hand and brings the other one down. He yanks my bra off of me. His mouth dips down, and pulls my nipple into his mouth. “Mingi,” I moaned out his name. He doesn’t stop there. I can feel him line himself up to my entrance. He rubs himself along my core and spreads the juices spilling out. He looks up at me and pushes his way into me. The pleasure is wonderful. I throw my head back and moan. He kisses his way back to my mouth. He begins a slow rhythm. Both of our moans got swallowed into each other's mouths. My hands wrap around his shoulders, grabbing on tight. His hands grab my thighs, his nails digging into my skin. I push him back a bit, which makes him groan. “Could you at least go a bit faster and harder,” I say and then bite his bottom lip. He scoffs as he looks down at me. “What? Is this not enough for you? You want me to do this,” he asks as he pulls out almost all the way and slams back into me. “Or maybe you want me to talk dirty? How about I stuff your pussy full with my cock?” I let out a whimper as he thrusts into me again. My head falls back, and my mouth drops open. He sits up and throws my legs onto his shoulders. His thrusts become deeper. He rolls his hips, and his cock hits my g-spot. “Please fill me up. Don’t hold back, Mingi. I’m not fragile,” I say. He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. He lays beside me and flips me on top of him. “Even better.” He guides me by my hips. My throbbing and wet entrance hovers above his cock. He pushes me down onto him. He moves his hands, one grabs a handful of my ass. He squeezes it as hard as he can. I bounce my body up and down on his cock. It's his turn to throw his head back and moan. His other hand trails up my body until it stops at my neck. His hand squeezes around my neck as I ride him. I pull myself up and then slam back down on his length. He pulls his hand back and slaps my ass. The feel of the slap plus the rings on his fingers leave a stinging feeling. I know I’ll have bruises there tomorrow, but right now, I don’t care. “You should just squeeze harder. Any marks your rings leave behind will just be more of a reminder of just how fucking amazing Song Mingi is in bed,” I say in a teasing tone. He has brought the brat in me out. And unless I’m mistaken, it turns him on. I can feel his cock twitching inside of me just now while I was talking. “Jilly Bean, I will cover your body in ring marks all night long if you give me the chance,” he says. I continue riding him. I can feel the heat in me rising. He begins to thrust up into me. At this point, we are both chasing that high we desire. He pushes me off of him and flips me over. My head in the pillow with my ass in the air. He gets behind me and thrusts in. This time, he’s not gentle at all. He pushes in and out, hitting the right spot everytime. His hands grab tightly on my hips, just adding to the bruises he’s already left. My core aches for that release. I can feel it building. His rhythm becomes erratic, and I can tell he’s getting close, too. He slams into me with such force that it pushes me over the edge. I squeeze down on his cock, and that’s all he needs as he spills into me. My body is left shaking as I ride out my high. He pulls himself out and lays down beside me but still half on me. He pulls me closer, wanting to hold me close. I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine. Both of us are trying to catch our breaths. “Best fucking dinner date ever,” says Mingi.