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Mingyu groans out loud when a buzzing sound of his phone vibrating in his jeans' pocket disturbs his joyful dinner with his sister's family. It's Friday and after winning a case he's been on for three long months, Mingyu was finally able to take a rare week off, spending most of the time relaxing in his large, fluffy bed or hanging out with Minseo and her two little kids in the park until late afternoon, like today.
And now when he's just sat down at the table to eat the delicious meal his sister's husband prepared for them, some dick had to interfere his date with the grilled chicken that smells so heavenly. He should've turned his phone off; he curses mentally at his habit of having his phone on at all times because of work matters and then fishes through his front pocket with curious eyes from both of Minseo's kids watching him.
A frown forms on Mingyu's face upon seeing the sender's ID.
The 'dick' turns out to be Seungcheol, his friend who is, coincidentally, also one of his most prominent clients. You can even say he's something like his boss. The money he pays him for winning the cases is enough to earn him that title, after all. Mingyu's law firm has built quite a reputation thanks to Seungcheol's generous investment over the years so ignoring the man now would be a little rude.
But reading the content of the message, brows knitted together when he finishes, Mingyu quickly comes to regret his politeness towards the older man.
[Friday, 7:56pm] Cheol:
Something urgent came up. 15 minutes. My house. Don't be late.
It's an order.
Well. When he puts it like that, he can't refuse now. Mingyu sighs and stands up, apologizing to Minseo and her husband with a promise to the kids he will be there for their baseball match on Sunday. His sister throws him a look, one full of worry because she knows messages this late from Seungcheol are usually not a good sign. Mingyu just hopes it's nothing serious that would end up with him either hospitalized or in a body bag. With Seungcheol, you never know. Shit can go down very fast and when you least expect it.
"Be careful," Minseo whispers worriedly while she hugs her brother's large frame. Mingyu can't promise anything but he nods anyway, just to reassure her. The kids hurriedly skip over to him to say their goodbye, the older of the two fist-bumping Mingyu with a bright smile while the younger just waves his tiny hand shyly. Mingyu crouches down and kisses them both on the cheek, then with a swift turn, scurries off to his car. Minseo watches him drive away with a worried look.
Mingyu makes it in a record ten minutes. To his surprise, his friend is already waiting in front of the gates to the obnoxious mansion he owns. The small, silver briefcase leaning against his leg catches Mingyu's attention almost instantly but he decides not to say anything unless prompted to. He parks his car near the sidewalk and gets out, taking long strides toward his long-term friend, hand raised in a quick wave.
"Hey."
The first thing Seungcheol does instead of a greeting, is sniffing at Mingyu's tight, black shirt suspiciously. He takes a long inhale with brows furrowed and then after a few sniffs pulls away, lips pursed in a pout.
"How much did you drink?" Comes a question and Mingyu has to physically refrain himself from rolling his eyes.
Here we go again.
"Just two cans of beer."
Seungcheol quirks a brow. "Really?"
"Really," Mingyu nods. "But if it's a problem, you might as well sit behind the wheel yourself and let me relax in the comfort of my bed," he shrugs with a tired smile. At least that was his plan, after he devoured Minhyun's delicious grilled chicken, of course. Shame it got canceled.
Arms crossed over his chest, the older man huffs, staring so intently as if trying to summon his supernatural power to evaporate the alcoholic stench from Mingyu's body. He's sure there's none though. Two beers are not enough for him to stink, Seungcheol is just being dramatic.
Mingyu starts to regret coming here.
On one hand, it's very responsible of Seungcheol to be concerned about the state of his driver but Mingyu just wants to get this thing over with so he can enjoy the rest of his free time without anyone or anything interrupting. He doesn't need a lecture about driving under the influence of alcohol, he knows the law. Two beers do literally nothing to him, knowing he can chug down an entire bottle of soju and still walk a straight line. Yet Seungcheol can't seem to help but turn into a dad who is suspicious about every little thing when it comes to his 'son'. Even if they're apart only by two years, his friend always behaves like an annoying father to him, as if he had the right to be. Sometimes Mingyu wants to open his voice and say something rude to Seungcheol just to stop the ridiculous shit his big mouth keeps on spewing but then again- he's one of the main reasons Mingyu can afford a big house and fast cars so- he shuts his mouth and suffers in silence instead.
"Just making sure you're able to handle the car with another person inside," Seungcheol says, relaxing his posture a bit.
He's so annoying sometimes.
Seriously.
"It's just two beers, dad. I promise I won't swerve off the road. I'm not even drunk, if ever," Mingyu teases and beckons the older to follow him to his car. Seungcheol rolls his eyes but trails behind him. He groans when the younger holds the door open for him, not forgetting to shoot him a glare that gets nonchalantly ignored.
"Damn, I'm not some chick you're taking on a date," Seungcheol mutters under his breath as he buckles up. He can hear his friend snort loudly at that.
"I bet you wish you were. But sorry, you're not my type." The mocking grin is clearly seen through the front window.
Now it's Seungcheol's turn to roll his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever."
When Mingyu gets in the driver's seat, his grin turns into a frown as he points a finger at the other man.
"Don't think I'm gonna forgive you so easily, hyung. You made me ditch dinner at Minseo's. I think you owe me grilled chicken, and it better be the size of a turkey, or I'm never gonna drive your ass anywhere ever again." He threatens and starts the car. Seungcheol only nods in agreement, not daring to raise his voice because he knows how Mingyu is when it comes to food.
"Sorry," he mutters an apology at last, "but it's something important that can't wait."
He gets a soft hum in response.
"Okay, so-" Mingyu turns to Seungcheol with a lopsided grin, "where to now, your Highness?"
The instant eye roll he gets from the passenger makes his grin stretch wider.
Seungcheol mumbles something to himself before leaning over to type on the GPS screen, ignoring the puzzled look on his chauffeur's face.
As soon as the robotic voice confirms the address and Mingyu catches the glimpse of the destination, he stills for a brief second, turning to Seungcheol with a little raise of his brow.
"Black Diamond?" Mingyu asks, bewildered.
He gets a shrug as the man in question averts his gaze to look out of the window.
"It's for work."
No shit. If Mingyu didn't know his friend better, he would've thought he's joking but he didn't detect any ounce of playfulness in his voice. Seungcheol is completely serious.
Mingyu is slightly caught off guard.
What kind of work requires Seungcheol's presence in one of the most notorious nightclubs in the city and moreover on a Friday, Mingyu can only guess. But he doesn't press the matter further, having known better than to push Seungcheol's buttons. He loves his life and he'd like to keep it for as long as he can, thank you very much.
With questions filling in his head, Mingyu gives his friend a curt nod and then drives off into the night.
The bouncer securing the VIP entrance to the club greets them with a sharp look, his beefy arms crossed over his broad chest that makes the fabric of the suit he's wearing stretch very dangerously around the gigantic mass of muscles. Though being ripped himself, Mingyu got nothing on this gorilla standing right before him, his wide eyes squinting as if scanning the visitors for any danger they might bring along. Mingyu figures it's the briefcase in Seungcheol's hold that makes them suspicious and for a second, he starts wondering if he should've brought his gun just in case things go awry. Underestimating the situation in this kind of environment is never a good move.
Mingyu curses his carelessness mentally. They're both being scrutinized under the big guy's glare but Seungcheol doesn't seem to mind at all, his fingers typing a message on his phone with dense nonchalance. Leading quite a dangerous way of living, being on the receiving end of nasty glares is daily bread for the older man, after all. Things could always get worse than this. Mingyu knows that all too well.
And yet...
The leather jacket wrapped snug around his upper body feels like a hot blanket and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. Unlike his friend, Mingyu is slightly nervous waiting there, though he's very good at hiding it and after a good while of nothing but getting stabbed by the metaphorical daggers from the bouncer's eyes, he thinks he should start preparing his defense skills when the thick, metal door behind the beefy giant opens and a beautiful woman beckons for them to enter. The bouncer only nods curtly at them, his eyes zooming in on the briefcase one last time when Seungcheol walks past him. Mingyu can't shake the feeling of unease off, the big man is not one to take lightly. Silently, he trails behind Seungcheol who's busy making a conversation with the woman dressed in a very tight leather dress, hugging her curves nicely. Mingyu appreciates the view but not for long.
Her dazzling smile follows them all the way to the first floor where the VIP section is located, the dancefloor below them crowded with people dancing and enjoying their time. It's noisy in there and he can see Seungcheol massaging his temple as he follows the woman to the far back of the room, where a booth is prepared for him. Mingyu knows nightclubs and loud places in general are not his friend's cup of tea, so he sneaks a pill for headaches into Seungcheol's hand once the woman turns her back to them. Gosh, even now he feels like he's his personal assistant, which is actually Boo Seungkwan's job, and accompanying the boss should be him, not Mingyu. But the younger is pretty much still a kid so it's understandable Seungcheol left him out of this.
"Drink it with water, not alcohol," Mingyu reminds with a crooked grin, stifling a laugh in his chest when Seungcheol rolls his eyes at that. He nods anyway and gets into a comfortable position, legs crossed and head thrown back. He looks exhausted already.
Mingyu is about to offer his company but Seungcheol lazily waves him off.
"My client is on the way. I only need you to look out for potential danger and keep us out of it. If there's anything or anyone suspicious, let me know."
Oh. Alright.
That's Seungcheol's indirect way of saying to 'stay the fuck away and don't interfere in my business'. Which is, to be honest, nothing new. Mingyu sighs but nods, knowing full well arguing about it wouldn't do him any good. He throws a quick glance at the silver briefcase resting on the older man's side, wondering what's in there and for what purpose.
"Ah. You also don't drink any more alcohol. I need you to stay sober for the whole night. Who else would drive me back home, hm?"
"Geez, I know. I'm not that stupid, Cheol," Mingyu sighs, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "I'm gonna wait at the bar. Only kiddie drinks, don't worry, dad. I'm a good boy," he waves a hand at him and turns around, only to look over his shoulder once more to stick a tongue out at his friend. Seungcheol laughs softly and nods, his eyes bright with playfulness.
"Yeah, you always are." He says and then slumps back into his seat, a faint smile gracing his features.
On the way to the bar, Mingyu wonders how important is the client his friend is dealing with that he refuses his presence by his side. Clearly not something his 'righteous' mind should witness, Mingyu concludes after a while, chuckling to himself. Well, of course, he's a lawyer after all. But he's not innocent either. He can handle a few gangsters if that's the case. His mother didn't raise a weak puppy. Whoever that person is though, he hopes they won't cause trouble. He has no intention of spending a night or more in the hospital stitched up like a broken plush toy. He also doesn't like breaking promises, especially to the kids.
The loud bass is thumping in Mingyu's ears when he takes a seat at the bar, face brightening up a little upon noticing the bartender tending to him. A smile finds its way on his lips.
"Hey, Matthew. Long time no see."
"Hey yourself." A tall, burly man reciprocates the greeting by leaning over the bar counter to give Mingyu a quick hug and a pat on his back. "How's life going, Mr. Lawyer? Everything good?"
Mingyu snorts at the nickname. From the moment both he and Matt got to know each other years ago, the latter wouldn't call him anything but Mr. Lawyer. Blame that one famous case that got Mingyu's face on an international TV.
"Yeah. Been drowned in work for quite a bit. You know, the usual stuff," he laughs, throwing a side glance at Seungcheol's booth. No trace of the client yet.
Having noticed his friend distracted, Matthew tilts his head with a smirk. "Whatcha looking at? You waiting for something or someone?" He asks with a teasing tone in his voice and a raised eyebrow while preparing drinks for other customers.
Mingyu lets out a snort and whips his head back. He shrugs. "Maybe I am." It's not entirely a lie per se.
"Wow, nice. About time you got laid. I feel like you've been single forever, man. Better start looking for Mrs. Kim soon, you're not getting any younger," he winks, enjoying the exasperated look on Mingyu's face.
"I don't know. No one's interesting or interested enough."
"What? No way. You're like thirty and not even that ugly. Plus you're loaded as fuck. Both with cash and in the pants. A whole ass package. Would bang if I were straight." Somin, Matthew's partner butts in with a frown. She's just popped up from nowhere, nearly making Mingyu lose his balance and fall off the stool. Damn, that woman knows how to scare a man.
A boisterous laugh emits from Matthew's chest. "She's right, you know? You can have literally anyone, just make an effort to get them. It's not that hard."
That's easy for him to say, Mingyu groans. With his kind of work, sometimes he can't even take care of himself properly. Maintaining a relationship would be straining, for both him and his partner. He doesn't want to waste other people's time if they would end up getting hurt in the end. It's just not worth it. That's why he only looks out for one-night stands but given how busy the work keeps him all the time, it's a miracle if he can spend the night with someone other than himself and his hand.
Such is the sad life of Mr. Lawyer.
Sighing, Mingyu rubs his face with his hands, nodding slightly to get the nosy duo off his back.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for your love advice. Or whatever that was. Now move your ass back to work and get me a soda." He mumbles, while yet another laugh from Matthew echoes in his ears.
Mingyu plays with his kiddie drink on the counter, sighing deeply. It's been more than twenty minutes since their arrival but no trace of the supposed client Seungcheol is waiting for. The space around him is empty. Mingyu starts wondering whether the person chickened out or if it was all just a ploy to get his friend out and then kidnap him or something. Mingyu is usually not paranoid but the anxiety fills up in his gut the longer he occupies the seat at the bar. Seungcheol on the other hand looks relaxed as much as he can be, sitting on the leather couch with legs crossed and gaze focused on the bright screen of his phone clutched in his hand. A gummy smile can be seen on his face from time to time. God knows what shit got him so smiley.
Another couple of minutes pass by and nothing unusual happens. Mingyu thinks the client is not going to show up after all so he decides to talk to Seungcheol once he finishes his lemon soda. He doesn't even get to lift the glass when a sweet scent hits his nose. Furrowing his brows, Mingyu raises his head to look around for the owner, his breath stopping for a brief second when his eyes land on that person.
It's a man.
It leaves Mingyu a little disappointed that he missed the chance to take a proper look at the face but still...
Even with his back turned to him, the man's got to be one of the most attractive people Mingyu has ever seen. Tall and slim, with long legs and a small but round ass that looks firm in the tight pair of black pants he's wearing. The thick collar wrapped around his pale throat is like an expensive leash, just asking to be pulled at. As Mingyu lets his eyes linger lower, he nearly groans out loud. The top hanging loosely on the sweetie's upper half seems to be translucent despite the midnight black color of the blouse. But thanks to the thin fabric, Mingyu can ogle at the outline of the slim back until it's out of his sight.
Damn fucking hell.
Mingyu licks his lips. His fingers clutch the glass filled with the non-alcoholic drink. As much as he loves boobs and pussy, he wouldn't pass up a good ass either. Especially if it's attached to someone as sexy as that man. Hell, he would gladly take a shot with the sweetie only if he wasn't on duty. And even if that wasn't the case, it would seem impossible to strike a conversation with him, seeing as that little ass plops down on one of the leather couches in the far corner, right across Seungcheol who greets the guest with a wide smile.
Slumping in his seat at the bar, Mingyu watches out of the corner of his eye the two men converse. He can't hear them but he gets a vague idea when his boss throws the familiar, small briefcase on the table and pale, slender fingers carefully open the lid to take a look inside. Mingyu is sitting quite far but his eyesight is brilliant so even though the lightning in the room is shitty, he can see the content of the briefcase. It's full of money. Usually, there are two reasons for that much cash to be on the line. They're either making a deal or, and Mingyu gulps at the thought, the beautiful guy sitting opposite his boss is a prostitute. A very expensive one at that. The papers settled neatly in piles are not a small amount. Fifty thousand, maybe? Looks like it. Mingyu wonders how good the whore must be in bed for Seungcheol to be willing to pay this big. Judging by the fine clothing, albeit provocative, it doesn't seem like the guy offers his service for cheap. With that body and face? No way. He doesn't look the type that would sell himself for a few bucks. If he were him, Mingyu wouldn't, either. That ass deserves all the good bills and more.
Mingyu nods to himself, quietly observing the sweetie talk to his boss with legs crossed. He has a sudden urge to get his hands on the man's knees, pry them open, and get between them. Mingyu bites his lip, trying to shake those inappropriate thoughts off his dirty mind. He's starting to get hot around the collar, his skin burning from the heat and he wonders if his friend behind the counter didn't lace his soda by any chance. It's highly unlikely but you never know. Mingyu shrugs it off anyway, eyes lingering over at the pair of long legs crossed one over another. He can't seem to focus on anything else; it's as if the pretty guy used hypnosis on his weak mind the moment he walked into the room.
A vivid memory of the pair of small, round buns appears in his head.
The lack of sex must be really getting into his head that he thinks of a random guy in that way but hell- Mingyu still has eyes, you know; he's not blind. He can appreciate people's assets regardless of their gender. The sweetie is not an exception but definitely a good temptation for him to feel hot all over his body. That man is gifted with exceptional beauty- especially from behind. Must be a joy to fuck that ass. Just at the first glance, it looked very tight. Damn. He'd like to find out for himself. Mingyu suppresses a groan and finishes his drink in one go, eyes still locked on the place where the sweetie keeps entertaining his friend.
"Want another empty glass?" Matthew's voice booms loudly right in his ear, bringing him out of his reverie.
Mingyu blinks and shoots him a confused look. "Uh, no? What for?"
The burly man laughs.
"For the drool that's been coming from your mouth ever since the pretty guy walked in here." He points his chin towards the area with the sweetie, still immersed in a conversation.
Oh shit. Was he that obvious?
Groaning, Mingyu hurriedly wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket, ignoring the look of dislike on Somin's face. Mingyu winces slightly when the woman swats a wet tissue at him, telling him to get the germs off of the leather and how nasty he is for wiping his mouth like that.
"Maybe that's why you can't snatch a good girl. No one wants to date a germ giant," she remarks and Matthew throws his head back laughing, amused by his partner's endless nagging and Mingyu's resigned face as he does what he's told. He looks even a little scared after he's done, ordering another glass of soda so quietly that only Matthew, who is close enough, can hear.
A little careful, Mingyu checks on Somin, sighing in relief as the woman seems to have cooled down her temper and then he raises a brow at the sudden presence of a guy seated next to him. Mingyu didn't even notice the shortie taking a seat. Considering how he was at the receiving end of the bartender's nagging followed by the excessive, loud music in the club, he probably wouldn't notice anyway. And normally, he wouldn't care about his seatmate either. But he recognizes the short figure of a man with bulging muscles in a tight shirt and a menacing look in his eyes- the kind that sends a shiver down your spine and makes sweat cover your skin. Mingyu knows this because he got the chills when the little guy glanced his way a while back ago, when he passed by, accompanying the long-legged beauty to Seungcheol's booth. His eyes scrutinized Mingyu who felt stripped bare and judged hard, just from a barely three-second eye contact before the shortie broke it off and averted his gaze towards his taller companion. However, Mingyu caught a glimpse of the hand sneaking behind the sweetie and then settling on the small of his back.
Possessive.
At first, Mingyu thought the little guy was the sweetie's boyfriend but as he kept watching their interactions at Seungcheol's table and the noticeable distance between the two strangers, he doubted the possibility a small bit. With the briefcase stuffed with cash on the scene, the doubt grew bigger until there was none. Maybe the shortie is a pimp, whoring his boys out for rich, lonely men like Choi Seungcheol or something like that. At least that was the impression Mingyu got out of this. He might be wrong too and the small guy is just a worried little brother who came to look after his older sibling to keep him from being harassed by some nasty bastards lurking out there. So many possibilities but who knows which one is right. Mingyu has no idea.
Quietly, he sips on his drink, watching how his friend lets out a crisp laugh at something the sweetie has just said. He must be quite a company, he muses and then turns his attention back to his drink. Mingyu is drowned in thoughts so deep he fails to notice the stare from his seatmate. After a few minutes of just sitting there, drowning one soda after another, and keeping an eye on Seungcheol's booth, Mingyu feels the short man's gaze on him. A shiver runs down his spine from the spooky feeling he gets from it, slowly turning his head to his drink, eyes flickering just as carefully to the side. He gulps audibly when he sees the mean face of the stranger, his sharp eyes scrutinizing him again, and if looks could kill, Mingyu would be hundred percent dead by now.
The staring contest continues on, making Mingyu very uncomfortable in his seat.
What's his problem? He asks inwardly, pondering what has he done to be on the receiving end of the guy's deadly glare. Mingyu is sure he's never met the other man before, not on the street nor in the courtroom. Then why does he look at him like he wants to strangle him to death? Mingyu, though scared a bit, straightens his back, just as he clears his throat. He wants to ask the man a question but he doesn't even get to it; suddenly the shortie stands up, finishing his drink that vaguely looks like vodka, and after putting a few bills on the counter, with a sharp gaze towards Mingyu, he walks past him, no words spared. It leaves Mingyu confused but on the other hand, relieved; the man's presence made him uncomfortable. He's the type you shouldn't underestimate, just like the gorilla bouncer securing the place outside. The brief thought that they might be related in some way flashes across his mind. Mingyu just chuckles imagining them standing next to each other and the striking height difference. Then he turns back to Seungcheol's booth only to find his friend already standing up from his seat, his hand stretched out towards the sweetie who takes it with no hesitation. Their conversation seems to be over.
Mingyu stretches out his limbs, suppressing a yawn. Spending time at the bar drinking kiddie stuff and thinking about a pretty man's buns got him tired and a little horny. He hopes he can drive Seungcheol back wherever he needs to and then go back to his place, to his bed and get some sleep and maybe jack off if he doesn't fall asleep by then. He's exhausted from being in this loud environment for too long, all he wants now is to have some peace and quiet. Hopefully, his friend won't hold onto him for the whole night. Just the thought of third-wheeling while his friend has fun with the gorgeous man really makes Mingyu's mood sour.
The pretty guy grabs the briefcase and hands it to his companion who takes it without uttering a single word. Mingyu can see the look of dislike the little guy throws at Seungcheol who's smiling at them gently, quietly letting go of the sweetie's hand.
Oh. So that's why the shortie looked so apprehensive. Mingyu nods to himself in understanding and smoothes the wrinkles on his jacket before walking over to the trio. His steps halt not a second later upon witnessing a scene.
Mingyu raises a brow when the sweetie bends down to whisper something to his short companion. A rough sigh escapes the man's lips before he nods reluctantly, not being pleased with whatever he's just heard. A smile no less sweet dances upon the sweetie's lips before they press against the smaller man's own in a quick kiss. Mingyu can't hide the surprise on his face as he watches the scene, Seungcheol gracefully averting his eyes back to his phone in his hand, seemingly not interested. Okay, now he's confused about the men's connection again. Friends? Boyfriends? Brothers? Or a pimp and his whore? Mingyu counts in his head, furrowing his brows. Those two are a complete puzzle to him.
Thoughts invade his mind once again and amidst figuring out the real relationship between the two guys, the voice of his friend ends up on deaf ears.
"Hey, Earth to Gyu? Are you listening?"
Seungcheol's soft voice is not enough to pull him out of his reverie but a strong shake of his shoulder is.
Blinking, Mingyu just now notices his friend standing right in front of him, amused by the sight of him completely zoned out. He mutters something under his breath, shaking his head and then nodding to show he's listening, when in fact, he barely knows what's up.
"We're going. Go get the car ready." Seungcheol orders, despite the softness of his tone.
'We'? Mingyu glances towards his friend's left side.
Oh, he's bringing the whore along.
Mingyu blinks, aware just now of the sweetie's presence who's beside Seungcheol, and turning his attention to him is a grave mistake. The guy is, unsurprisingly, very beautiful. Not only from behind but apparently at the front as well. Maybe, a tiny part in him wished the man was ugly in the face so Mingyu didn't need to lose concentration and pop a boner but God hates him so much that he made this ethereal angel descend from Heaven and torture him even more. Or wait, no- he's a devil reincarnate. No angel would offer their body for money. Only demons do that. Yeah.
Mingyu studies the sweetie's face more closely. His cheek is pressed against Seungcheol's arm like a spoiled child. Maybe he is one. He looks very young. Unfortunately, that doesn't change the fact that he's completely Mingyu's type. Sucks.
A snap of fingers drags him back to reality again.
"Gyu, I know he's hot but save the drool for later. We have places to be." Seungcheol rolls his eyes at Mingyu fighting a blush when he blurts out the words, beckoning with his hand for the taller man to follow them. While the sweetie hangs tightly onto his bulky arm, biting his lip to hide a snicker. Mingyu can see the slight shake of the man's shoulders though, clearly not able to suppress his amusement and that only makes the blush reappear and settle high on Mingyu's cheeks.
He groans.
Oh great. Way to leave an impression, Kim fucking Mingyu, he thinks as he closes his mouth so he doesn't resemble a gaping fish and then hurriedly trails after the couple like an overgrown puppy.
Everything is just peachy.
But not really.
Hearing Seungcheol whisper the address in his ear, Mingyu can't help but raise a brow at him questioningly. He enters the place into his GPS navi anyway and lets out a rough breath. It's quite far. That wouldn't really be a problem if he didn't have the human embodiment of sin sitting prettily in the back of his SUV.
Damn that gorgeous demon and damn Choi Seungcheol for betraying him and leaving the passenger seat next to him empty. Now he has to suffer through those guys flirting like a pair of lovers for the whole ride.
Mingyu recites a prayer in his head and starts the car.
The first five minutes are spent in dead silence. The couple in the back is surprisingly quiet, Seungcheol typing something on his phone while the sweetie, with those amazingly long legs crossed, pays attention to the blur of people and vehicles passing by them. It's oddly relaxing, Mingyu finds himself smiling a little, quite glad for the silent air surrounding him.
But his happiness is short-lived. Because the ones above hate him, as usual.
Soon a higher than average voice of Seungcheol breaks the silence, asking something his seatmate while pulling what appears to be a piece of candy from the front pocket of his slacks. Through the rearview mirror, Mingyu can see a very pretty smile brightening the hooker's face. He can also see him lean in close to Seungcheol, his breasts pressing into the side of the older man's arm as he extends a hand towards the red lollipop in a childlike manner. He snatches it with sparkly eyes, smile growing wide.
And then, for the first time, Mingyu hears the man talk.
"Thanks for the treat, daddy."
The sweetie's voice is deep and silky smooth, almost sultry. Like it was made for seducing men into his bed.
Very unfortunate for people with weak self-control. And being also one of them, Mingyu fails to notice the fond stare of his friend because he has a rather big problem to solve for himself right now. Wiggling in his seat, Mingyu's grip on the steering wheel tightens, eyes closing for a split moment. Taking a breath to calm himself. He'd rather not elaborate on the way his cock twitched with interest from the tone of the guy's voice, reaching right into his groin. It reached into his head as well and now he can't stop the overload of ideas, one dirtier than the other polluting his mind. Really embarrassing.
God. It's just a voice. Calm down, he says to himself when in fact, he's anything but calm. Damn him for being a weak man.
Tapping his fingers on the hard leather under him, Mingyu waits for the red light to turn green. The jazz music plays softly in the car. It's mainly to act as a distraction from eavesdropping on the light conversation in the backseat. Truth be told, however, it's quite a work not to listen in on the sound of that deep, sultry voice burning a pattern into Mingyu's skull. He doesn't know where the conversation between the men is going but he figures quickly it's nothing innocent.
A high-pitched giggle from the back fills the space around him.
"Ah, hyung, no. You know I'm literally a pillow princess," the tone in the sweetie's voice seems amused, "and a slut for big cocks," he adds teasingly and then pops a lollipop between his lips, the smacking sound snatching the attention of the man in the front. Mingyu dares to glance up through the rearview mirror only to lock eyes with a pair of sharp beads staring right back at him, holding him imprisoned. He sees the sweetie smirk even slightly before his pink tongue darts out, swirling around the candy in a sensual way, his eyes never leaving Mingyu's.
Until Seungcheol's obnoxious laugh makes him break the intense stare contest between them.
"A pillow princess and a size queen. Wow, you're literally every man's dream." Seungcheol mocks with a crooked smile, earning a light smack on his arm from the man beside him.
Mingyu wonders if his friend uses the hooker's service often, given how close they both seem to be. His train of thoughts stops momentarily when the red flickers into green and in seconds, the car resumes moving. The traffic is relatively calm since it's way past working hours and Mingyu is thankful for the smooth ride. He can't say that about the conversation in the back though. Despite the soft music playing from the radio, his ears are not completely immune to the flirty remarks and crisp laugh followed by even more flirty comments. Mingyu tries his best to shut off his hearing and concentrate on driving but he still catches a glimpse of the guys' conversation. Letting the curiosity get the best of him, he raises his gaze to the rearview mirror just when a sound akin to a whine leaves the sweetie's lips. The lollipop seems to have been left forgotten in his hand.
"My god, you're unbelievable," Seungcheol sighs in response to whatever came from the hooker's naughty mouth but he smiles nonetheless. "Okay. Come here, you little brat," he says defeated as he pats his thigh and Mingyu's brows furrow at the sight of the sweetie swinging both of his legs over Seungcheol's hips and then wiggling a little to make himself comfortable in his lap. The view makes Mingyu upset for some reason and suddenly, he's very tempted to hit the brakes just to see the whore fall back on his ass. He doesn't know where that evil thought came from but he quickly sobers up and trains his eyes back on the road, ears heating up in embarrassment. Good god, why is it so easy for the guy to rile him up?
"Oh, save the dirty talk for bed adventures later, daddy," Mingyu hears the sweetie giggle lightly when he does something that makes Seungcheol stutter in embarrassment.
There's only so much couple affection thrown in his face that Mingyu can handle. Those two have reached the limit already and yet they still continue with their shameless antics like it's just them alone on a date night. It feels like he's their private driver, the only difference is that he doesn't get paid for this. Mingyu can only blame himself; for being too nice of a man and helping a friend without getting anything in return. So the least Seungcheol can do is to tone it down a little, no? He doesn't have to rub Mingyu's singleness in his face so blatantly. But the older is not sensible, not even sparing the younger a look as he's fully invested in talking to that gorgeous little demon seated on his lap.
"If you wanted something, you should've asked first and not just bite my ear like an angry kitten," Seungcheol finds his voice, firm and crisp at last, letting the man on his lap hide the grin in his shoulder.
"I was just a little hungry," the other replies, cheeky.
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, fully understanding the double meaning of the words, and reaches for his jacket to pull something out from the front pocket. Another lollipop.
"There's still time before we reach the place. If you want your mouth full so badly, you can practice on sucking this in the meantime," he taps the candy against the sweetie's lips. "And if you're a good boy, I might reward you with something much bigger later." Seungcheol thinks his wink is seductive but Mingyu fake gags mentally, forced to hear the whole thing against his will.
Subtly, he turns up the volume of the radio, hoping for the conversation to fall deaf on his ears. He only half-succeeds, not immune to everything happening in the backseat of his precious car.
Praying for his sanity is all Mingyu will be doing for the rest of the night, it seems.