Worth Your Time, From The Start

by linoeum

Summary:

Minho and Chan become each other's favorite one night stand. When they forget to exchange numbers, their search for one another is the path to healing their inner wounds.

Notes:

new college fic new opportunities to write minchan being horndogs.

main and chapter titles are from the weeknds "Love to Lay"

random fact i did hella research on the unnamed uni (mentioned as one of the SKY universities) i mainly referenced SNU and i made sure the travel time and the descriptions of places they could live matches the south korean college student lifestyle and layout of seoul lol (with the addition of most of them being rich asf)

this fic will have 2 chapters. enjoy!

Chapter 1: He Loves To Lay

Minho isn’t one to be found in a party trying to down a can of beer all by himself in the corner of some guy’s mansion, yet here he is. It's a Wednesday night, and the scale of the place and the number of people he’d never seen before being familiar with one another makes him feel like a microscopic, insignificant part of something bigger.

But he didn’t come out of his own volition. He’d been pestered by his roommate, Hwang Hyunjin, to accompany him back to their apartment should he get totally wasted. Minho initially winced at the thought of attending a party, he hasn’t been to one in years. Besides, he’s in his last year. Should he really be slacking?

He politely rejects, hence the onslaught of Hyunjin’s incessant begging and pleading, even the offer of doing the laundry and dishes himself for a whole month. To which Minho couldn’t reject the offer of. When he heard that his attendance was required to accompany him because he planned on confessing to his crush, he couldn’t resist supporting however he could, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have any complaints.

“I’m just gonna be leaning back against a wall, sipping on whatever drink someone left behind while you struggle to ask your crush out on a date,” he sets the scene back at their apartment, watching Hyunjin by the washing machine, making sure he’s doing it right. (Hyunjin has never done the laundry.)

“That’s not gonna happen! Don’t be so negative,” Hyunjin insists.

Well, lo and behold. He was right. In a corner he’s proclaimed as his since nobody is interested in gathering there, in clothes he put next to zero thought into. Not like anyone's gonna look at him anyway. Only time someone acknowledged him was when Hyunjin stood next to him. The guy is gorgeous after all, he won’t deny that. And he briefly revealed nearly everybody at the party is in his class or from music. Both buildings on campus are insanely close to each other, it’s a no brainer Hyunjin knew everybody, and Minho himself knew barely anyone, as his side of the campus is far from these people.

Only reason he even knows Hyunjin is because they found each other online and were both interested in renting the apartment they now share when they found out they'll be attending the same university.

It’s jarring, really. Minho isn’t afraid of socializing, but when everybody knows each other? It’s difficult to include himself in the conversation without making things awkward, he much rather prefers the little corner he’s in. It's close to the main door, so he can leave at any time but he doesn’t, just the simple fact that escape is nearby is comforting enough. 

Only a bit of the LED lights bounce against the wall and the blended conversations and music is kept at a minimum, not by a lot but Minho can bear it.

Sure, some guys have tried talking to him in the past few minutes, but he knows how it goes. He has a knack for sensing guys with ulterior motives. It’s the usual corny pickup line, and if he’s really desperate he’d laugh and get dicked down. They’re happy, and arguably, he’s happy too. It gets exhausting at some point, to be viewed as a goal, someone you’d only put effort into if they give something in return, i.e sleeping with you. And once they’re done, they’ll chuck you out.

Minho winces at the thought of that now. He’s better than that, worth more than that, right?

He takes another sip of his drink, he should really stop. But it’s difficult when he’s watching Hyunjin from a distance in the living area, struggling to even gulp before conceiving the thought of saying something to Changbin, the supposed host of the party and finally revealed to be Hyunjin’s crush. Minho couldn’t bear the sight so he looked somewhere else less embarrassing. He’s gonna have to give a surely wasted Hyunjin a smooth scolding later for his weak flirting skills.

Not that Minho is any better, he hasn’t dated in… quite a while.

He looks back at Hyunjin and sees more than two words finally come out of his lips. A breakthrough! And some came out of Changbins too. Minho can’t help but smile against the mouth of the beer can he’s drinking out of.

He senses somebody walk up next to him but not in time.

“Hey!” an enthusiastic voice says from beside him, making him jolt, which then causes him to drop his drink momentarily and catch it. Some of it spilled all over his hoodie.

He sighs, and looks at the guy who had an apologetic look on his face, brows furrowed and lips turned down. “Seriously?” is all Minho could say.

“I’m so sorry,” the guy immediately follows up, unsure of what to do with his hands, whether it’s offering to take the can out of Minho’s hands, or look for a towel or just putting them together as an apologetic gesture. Minho puts his hands up to stop him, letting him know it’s fine. “It’s a little dim in this area. I should've let you know I was, y’know, in the area?” he nervously giggles.

Minho doesn’t know why this guy is talking to him. He notices there are several people in the crowd waving at him, begging him to join them instead of the complete stranger he's conversing with, which he is totally ignoring, in favor of making sure Minho is okay.

He would have been mad, considering he startled him to the point of getting Minho to spill his drink all over himself, which was being warmed by his hand so the smell is most definitely potent. This guy shouldn’t be by his side, but his eyes are wandering as if he’s trying to figure out what to do, Minho feels inclined to forgive him. 

He’s charming.

“It’s fine,” Minho assures, which makes his gaze calm down finally, looking at Minho attentively. “This isn’t the worst thing to have happened to me tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?” the guy asks, imploring Minho to elaborate.

Which he does. “I’ve been watching my best friend make horrible attempts at scoring his crush since we got here,” he chuckles lightly. “I got excited seeing him say more than one word come out of his mouth. It's that bad.”

The guy’s face lights up, which shows the gorgeous dimple he has when he smiles. Minho examines further and sees he’s got beautiful short curly hair, some being covered by the hood of his sweater

His face lights up, amazed. “No way, me too!” he giggles, almost nudging Minho out of excitement, but stops himself midway, keeping a respectful distance, but enough to continue being friendly.

“Yeah?” Minho finally says when he stops admiring this guy giving the bare minimum. “Is that why you’re in the loser corner? I’ll admit it’s a good spot to watch them.”

He continues giggling, amused at the label of the area they’re in, then shrugs. “I mean, I was with my friend. But his so-called ‘pretty-lipped prince’ was here, as if I’m supposed to know who that is, and had me leave him alone to look brooding and mysterious. Which is the gimmick he’s going for to score.”

Minho laughs, a true burst of joy for the first time that night, or maybe even the whole day. “Pretty-lipped you say?” 

The guy nods. Minho should probably ask his name at this point, but not before he gets an answer to his question.

He finally sets the nasty nearly-empty beer can down somewhere and lifts an arm up to point over where Hyunjin and Changbin are in the living room area. “Would your friend happen to be the guy mine is trying to score over there?” he asks with such a proud and sure grin.

His grin widens into a smile when he sees the guy’s eyes widen. “Holy hell, what are the odds!”

“His prince is Hyunjin, he’s my roommate. He said there was a chance he’s downing shots until he’s drunk if it doesn’t go well with Changbin, hence why I’m here.”

“I figured, I haven’t seen you around before, so I was thinking maybe somebody dragged you out here,” he analyzed. Minho is caught by surprise, raising a brow, that means this guy’s been paying attention to him for whoever knows how long. 

He then realizes how creepy he must sound so he puts his hands up to look harmless and explains himself immediately. “I mean-! Cause- I go to every party, not a brag, just an observation. I know everybody that goes here and I was making sure you’ve received a warm welcome if you’re new.”

‘Cute, he’s cute.’

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t thinking of anything weird,” Minho finally giggles after moments of silent questioning.

The guy shakes his head, still feeling bad. “Let’s start over, yeah? I’m Chan, Bang Chan!”

“Chan, huh? Nice name,” Minho says under his breath.

Despite the loud music playing across the house, Chan hears him. And maybe if the LED lights bouncing across the white walls saturating peoples faces with a sickly neon hue, Minho would have caught the light blush on Chan’s face.

“And what’s your name, gorgeous?” Chan asks.

And now it’s Minho’s turn to blush, before scoffing. “Gorgeous…?” he repeats meekly before looking away. He’s heard that said with such little soul so many times, he’s tired of hearing it. The way Chan said it got him burning up though, and it’s been a while since he’s reacted that way.

“Oh, is that your name?” Chan teases a little, “I got it right then,” he makes both of them giggle. And if he scooted just the slightest bit closer to Minho, he wouldn’t notice.

“Minho,” he finally looks at Chan, unsure of whether the blush on his face is visible. “Lee Minho,” he completes.

“Minho, awesome. It’s etched in my brain already,” he smiles, brows furrowing as if he’s worried whether Minho is comfortable in the situation or not, and when he sees the small smile on Minho’s face, he lets out a sigh of relief. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around campus either, what’s your major?”

“I’m in architecture. I’m guessing you’re in music,” Minho guessed, well, he didn’t have to guess much. Hyunjin told him everybody here was in English, Music or both.

“How’d you know?” Chan gasps. “It’s my life, I had to get into it.” 

Minho nods at that. He can respect someone that pursues their innocent passions.

“My time here has made me meet my bestest friends. I was a party animal back home, knowing I can keep doing that here with them is the best.”

So Chan is far from home as well. Minho himself wasn’t much of the partying type back home, and he isn’t one here either.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you’re a party animal. You look like a stay at home, acoustic-guitar indie music playing type,” Minho visualizes.

“I am in the mornings. I have one in my room. But the rest of the day? I’m a rave maniac, I love any type of beat that makes you go crazy. EDM, trap and any of that sort.” Chan confirms.

“Hmmm, very nice,” Minho smirks, crossing his arms, almost forgetting the spilled beer on his shirt, save for the smell, it’s wafting up to his nose.

Chan notices Minho’s smirk, and mirrors his crossed arms. “Oh, you got a thing for the musically inclined?” He leans the side of his head against the wall, gazing at Minho with an expression he knows very well, and he can tell he himself is returning the exact same gaze.

"Maybe," he says so softly. "I'm big into certain genres, I love dancing to them. I have my dream of being a famous dancer one day, but I'll save that for another time. I took architecture to make my folks proud."

Chan smiles. “That’s amazing, architecture and dancing. You know what you want and on top of that you’re making your parents proud? Mad respect to you,” Minho can’t stop staring at that dimple on his face when he does.

“It’s not much. I used to be in a dance crew back home, and I’ve been meaning to apply to one again but you know. I got here on a scholarship, I have to prioritize my studies and health and there’s no rush.”

Chan nods. “Still. That’s very admirable, to pursue what you love and what your loved ones want for you. You should be proud.”

Minho looks away when he notices Chan looking at him so intently, is it just him or is the little corner of his room suddenly getting hot? “You’re making it hard for me to stay mad at you for making me spill this nasty beer on my shirt,” he admits.

Chan exhales through his nose to laugh lightly but is quick to apologize. “I’m really sorry about that. Tell you what, I often borrow Changbin’s shirts from his room. Let’s pretend I borrowed one from him and get you a new one, yeah?”

Now, Minho thinks that’s too much. But the stench of the beer is also too much. “Alright, let’s go. Lead the way.”

They had to walk towards the living room area to reach the foot of the stairs. Minho looks over to see Hyunjin spotting him, walking up with Chan. He sees a growing smirk on his face, noticeably excited as he gives him a thumbs up. 

Minho furrows his brows and shakes his head in a panic. Making an ‘X’ with his fingers, letting him know it’s not what he thinks it is.

But… What if it was? Minho hasn’t slept with anyone in a while. Actively avoiding interactions like those, but he isn’t too opposed to the idea of sleeping with Chan.

He’s handsome, so charming, and so attentive. But that’s bare minimum and come on, everything about their interaction is completely family friendly. Despite Minho feeling hot under the collar when he sees Chan smile and run a hand through his curly locks.

Minho finally snaps out of it when they make it up to the last step of the stairs. Chan walks towards the room near the end of the hall, granted, Minho is under the impression he’s friends with Changbin and has most definitely been here so many times it’s almost like second nature to know where his room is.

He opens the door so nonchalantly and looks at Minho, ushering him to enter before him.

And the second Minho gets a glimpse of what's inside, his jaw drops at the scale of the place. “What the hell, this is a bedroom? This is half the size of my apartment!” He exclaims. Truly shocked.

“Yeah, his parents are loaded. His parents co-own an entertainment company. Second we get our degrees, we’re planning on applying as producers for their company.”

Minho giggles. “No wonder Hyunjin’s trying so hard to get in his pants. Maybe he’s aiming for the pocket,” he cackles. Chan lightly laughs at that.

“Hyunjin might succeed. Changbin is crazy about him, I swear he never shuts up about him. I’d be wary of someone that had ulterior motives for me though.”

“I agree. I dislike being interested in someone, or someone being interested in me if they simply just want something out of it. Shouldn’t you like the guy because you’re attracted to who he is?”

Chan hums to that, agreeing and being attentive with Minho as he looks through Changbin's walk-in closet. Rummaging through clothing hangers and fabric. “You got any preferences? Though, you’ll have to pick through, like, fifty pairs of identical black shirts with different brand logos on them.”

Now Minho is fearing for his life. He knows he’ll definitely ruin whatever shirt is in there and it’ll cost half of his savings. “Please, anything he wouldn’t mind losing or missing.”

Chan laughs at the sudden panic, assuring him immediately. “Tell you what. How about I hand you my hoodie, I’ll know exactly who has it. And I’ll wear one of Changbin’s shirts, he’ll know exactly who has it. We go to the gym together, I’ll hand it back to him next time we meet up, and you hand mine back next time we meet up,” He explains thoroughly and it makes sense. There’s no secrecy that way and the returning process is simpler. 

“You’re alright with that?” Minho asks.

Chan finally heads out of the closet with a shirt in his hand. “Come on, I suggested it. It’s all good.”

Minho reluctantly makes his way over to the mattress, only then realizing he’d been awkwardly standing around. He makes himself comfortable by settling himself at the end of the bed. “Well it beats walking around shirtless, I was dreading the thought of considering that,” he leans back against his arms, hands planted on the sheets.

Chan smiles at that. “Honestly, giving you my hoodie gives me an excuse to be momentarily shirtless. I’m more comfortable that way,” he admits.

“Proud of your craft, I see,” Minho compliments. “You seduce every pretty guy you come across like this?” Minho finally tests the waters.

A moment of deafening silence ensues.

Minho feels proud of himself when he sees the expression on Chan’s face, surprised with a hint of something hopeful, but nevertheless rendered speechless.

“If we’re talking about pretty boys, you’re the only one,” Chan finally responds with a small smile filled with anticipation.

Minho scoffs. “Wow, my breath is taken away,” he rolls his eyes with an amused grin in return.

Chan giggles at Minho’s clear sarcasm from the overused one liner he’s most definitely heard a hundred times and grown sick of. But he’s not saying it for the sake of it.

He grabs his hoodie and pulls it off in one go. Revealing his toned body as he neatly folds the hoodie.

Minho’s scoff quickly turns into a gasp as he chokes on his own spit. He should’ve known that he was jacked when he mentioned going to the gym but god damn.  

This guy is built for the gods. He didn’t realize how broad his shoulders were, and his collarbones are chiseled, his biceps tell him this guy lifts like it’s nothing and his chest and abs stay flexed, toned and beautiful.

“Holy shit,” Minho couldn’t help but gasp.

Chan is seen visibly holding back the urge to smile, walking up to Minho to hand him his neatly folded hoodie. Leaning down ever so slightly, which makes his abs flex, (he can't tell if Chan's doing that on purpose) close enough to initiate intimacy but not too close that Minho has no leeway to reject him.

But Minho would be a fool to reject this. He admires Chan’s body up close, his chest is so toned, he’d love to spend hours licking him up, having those muscular arms push him down into the mattress he’s leaned back against.

He gasps when he feels himself leaning closer towards Chan, inching towards the intimate space he’s created between them. Making Chan chuckle to show a sign of relief at Minho visibly showing he definitely wants this. 

“I take it you’ll be needing this much later? He grins, putting the folded hoodie between them for Minho to take, giving him the option to put it on now if he’s wrong.

Minho grabs it and tosses it to the side, not caring about where it ends up landing. “What do you think, pretty boy?” he whispers in such a low and saccharine tone. It sends shivers down Chan’s body.

“Fuck," Chan gasps, Minho nearly missed the soft moan he lets out. But what he didn’t miss is the growing blush on Chan’s face, which is inching closer again. “I really do mean it,” he starts. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I do too,” Minho places a hand on the side of Chan’s face, his thumb playing with the curls around his ears. “So handsome,” he whispers, and he loves the way he can feel Chan shiver with excitement.

“You top or bottom?” Minho asks, and is amused when Chan’s eyes widen. Finally confirming that this isn’t just a fun little flirting session brimming with tension, but the build up to have sex with the liberty for Chan to choose whichever position he likes.

“I top, exclusively.”

Minho smirks. “And I bottom, exclusively,” he tilts his head to the side.

"Perfect," Chan walks over to the nightstand, turning the lamp on and taking a bottle of lube and a condom packet from the drawer, stuffing them in the pockets of his track pants. Then flipping the lightswitch on the wall above the nightstand to turn the room's main light off.

Now only the lamp illuminates the area, and all Minho can see is Chan's figure, contoured by the dim lighting. The shadows accenting the dips of his abs and the curves of his hips and biceps. Shadows cast on his face, making his lips look more plump and delicious, the gaze in his eyes darkening when he leans in closer towards him.

Minho could cum right now.

"Fuck," it was Minho's turn to swear as he bites his lip, beckoning for Chan to walk back and lean into him again. Their faces now back to being mere inches away from each other.

"Yeah?" Chan grins, testing Minho's boldness.

"You're really hot…" Minho can't help himself, his fingertips grazing Chan's abs as his touch moves up to trace Chan's chest.

"Look who's talking," Chan's grin becomes a wide smiled chuckle and fuck . Minho is so weak in his gut, heat pooling there as he grows needier between his legs by the minute. "So gorgeous," he tucks Minho's bangs behind his ear.

Minho hums. "You gonna keep saying that all night?" he chuckles as he leans towards Chan's touch and lets himself be pulled into a kiss.

 "Who knows? I might if I see more of you," Chan says after pulling away. His hands wandering over to Minho's hips, eyes focused as he grips, as if he could pick Minho up just from that.

He wraps his arms around Chan's neck. But before he could pull Chan in for a more passionate kiss- "Hold on, sorry."

"Yeah?" Minho stays in place, a bit worried maybe Chan's reconsidering.

"I don't wanna make my friends' sheets dirty, so… If you'd like, can we move to the bathroom?" he asks in earnest.

Minho smiles. "I'd love that." 

And that was all Chan needed to use that grip on Minho's waist and pull him up, with Minho's legs wrapped around his waist as he took both of them into the bathroom.

And as soon as Chan sets him down, Minho is being pressed against the sink, lips attacked into a hungry kiss, more desperate and impatient than the first one. Caging Minho in place with Chan in front of him and the marble sink behind him. But it's not like he would ever intend on moving away. He wants nothing more than for Chan to tear him apart and devour him with the use of his body strength.

Their lips part momentarily to share a gasp when their clothed erections press against each other. If Chan thrusted forward any harder, everybody downstairs would find out he's about to get railed.

Luckily Chan seems to be as needy as Minho is. Pulling away to take out the small bottle of lube and single condom packet from his pocket, placing them on the sink and pulling back away to strip all the way down. 

"You wanna keep your clothes on?" Chan asks, undoing the drawstring of his joggers, undressing his boxers. "It's alright if you do, yeah?" 

Minho bites his lip lightly when he immediately looks down to Chan's very visible clothed cock, growing hard and erect in his boxers. "Wanna see you strip me down," he makes sure to say this with his head tilted to the side, making himself look submissive and eager. He bites his lip harder when he notices Chan's cock twitch and gets slightly bigger at his words.

Minho for a while, simply stares at the most-definitely massive cock Chan is packing whilst resisting the urge to just end the night by blowing him dry.

That’s usually what his one night stands want anyway, he’s a bit shocked that Chan even answered his question on whether he prefers being a top or bottom. Usually they answer with “Neither, put that mouth to work” . With that in mind, he isn’t used to being naked in front of someone, let alone be stripped down by somebody with the intent to have sex with him.

He wouldn’t wanna end up ruining the mood by awkwardly getting out of his clothes, there’s no way he can strip naked as attractively as Chan just did right in front of him. And it would be a missed opportunity to be in front of, quite possibly the finest man Minho had ever come across, and not have him unwrap him like a gift.

And in an instant, he feels Chan’s hands reluctantly placed over Minho’s chest and looks into his eyes, waiting for permission to roam. “Can I?” he asks so innocently.

Minho smiles fondly and pulls Chan’s hands in to squeeze at his chest. “You can rip my shirt off for all I care,” he giggles.

And Chan needs no further convincing. His hands lift Minho’s shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side and sighs at the sight of Minho’s chest. Immediately latching his lips onto his left nipple, sucking while slipping a finger behind the elastic band of Minho’s sweatpants. Thankfully Minho decided to wear an outfit he was planning to take off in one go to sleep, because that makes this whole process seamless and not in any way ruin the mood.

Somehow though, Minho gets the feeling Chan wouldn’t mind a silly little setback of pausing to struggle with taking his clothes off, but who is he to say what this man is like.

All he knows is he’s hot, he wants him. He’s pulling his pants down, kneeling down and-

“ God,” Minho throws his head back when Chan mouths around his clothed erection, his hands squeezing his thighs before sucking marks all over them.

“Beautiful,” Chan says when he pulls away, giving Minho’s thighs a good final squeeze. “Turn around for me, yeah?” he orders while reaching for the bottle of the lube on the counter and pouring a hefty amount of the lubricant on his hand. He watches Minho turn around, resting his arms on the counter as he bends over, discarding his boxers to display his bare ass. “Yeah,” Chan gasps. “Just like that,” he bites his lips. “I’ll take my time with you.”

“Hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be gentle,” Minho giggles as he lets out a soft moan that slightly spreads across the bathroom. His breathing echoed all over the place.

“I can be slow and tear you up, gorgeous,” Chan assures. Standing up to lean against Minho, pressing his chest to Minho’s back before he slips a lubed finger past his rim, slowly entering and watching MInho’s reaction from the mirror of the vanity in front of them.

Minho is shivering from excitement at his words, his voice, their skin against each other heating up between them, his breath behind his ears as he moans, enjoying himself and Minho’s expressions while he prepares him for what’s about to come.

Normally Minho doesn’t even process what happens when his hook ups do want to fuck him, it typically ends before it even starts. As they couldn’t care less about how Minho feels, if he finishes or not, it’s all about what they want, when they want it and how they want it.

But Chan, Not only is he watching Minho’s reaction intently, he’s methodical with his pacing too. Going faster at fingering him and spreading his walls with another finger, scissoring inside him to stretch him out. His other hand reaches around Minho to stroke him off in sync with his fingers filling him up.

“You’re really tight, yeah?” Chan finally pulls his fingers out, spreading the residual lube against Minho’s ass cheeks.

Minho smirks. “It’ll feel really good once you’re inside,” he looks at him through the mirror, his gaze dripping with lust and pure want. Minho keeps the eye contact when he grinds back against Chan’s cock, the lube making it slip and slide against the cleft of his ass, he can tell it’s aching to get inside him at this point from how hard it’s throbbing.

“A little cocky, aren’t we?” Chan mutters under his bitten lips, holding back a moan from the friction of his cock continuing to rub against Minho’s lubed ass. He leans into Minho’s hair and licks around the shell of his ear while he rolls a condom down his own length.

Preoccupied with the sensation of Chan’s tongue and breath against his ear, he becomes distracted and gasps when he feels the head of Chan’s cock press against the rim of his entrance and slip past with minimal ease.

It’s a little overwhelming. “Fuck,” Minho moans. Chan pulls away from his ear so Minho can bury his face in his arms planted against the marble counter of the sink. Easing into the length and girth, feeling his insides being stretched out in a matter of seconds. “So big,” he exhales, catching breath and finally getting used to the intrusion. It really has been a while since he’s had this.

Chan merely chuckles at his comment before leaving kisses on the back of Minho’s neck down to the base. “Tell me when it’s good to move, okay?”

Minho nods, head too empty to think of words, especially when he sees Chan’s pained expression in the mirror as he whispers “Fuck, so tight,” against his ear before kissing and licking around it once again to distract himself. 

Minho mutters and moans when the painful intrusion turns into a pleasurable stretch. “ Yes- yes, you can go. Please, fuck me,” he demands and stumbles, struggling to put words together in a coherent sentence. Impatient, he starts fucking himself back on Chan’s cock for his own pleasure before Chan stops his movements by grabbing him on both sides of his hips, a hot, searing grip that makes Minho clear all doubt of Chan’s dominance in the situation.

“Not yet,” Chan chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re demanding, but you aren’t getting your way just yet,” he moves his head lower to leave kisses on the side of Minho’s neck and shoulder. 

And Minho has already had several moments in the past few hours he’s known Chan, where he feels he could cum in an instant, but this is the one moment where he begs his own body not to give in and orgasm. This can’t end, not now.

This is only getting good, and it’s already so good.

The grip Chan has on his hips tighten, more so than before, so deliciously painful that the first harsh thrust Chan slides deep inside of Minho’s hot and tight walls bring him into a near state of euphoria. And he feels like he’ll be a goner by the end of this.

Minho slouches when the next few thrusts come rushing in, losing strength in his arms. And before he knows is Chan is pounding into him mercilessly with reckless abandon, abandoning all care for whoever could possibly hear the loud skin slapping of Chan’s cock fucking in and out of Minho’s wet and loud insides, each clap of Chan’s hips meeting Minho’s ass bring both of them closer and closer to the edge.

Minho’s head was against his arm, rested on the counter and when he looked down he could see the movement of Chan’s thighs slapping against his after every thrust, and his own cock red and leaking, the sight so hot he wouldn’t mind cumming just from that. But then he feels the grip of his left hip leave, suddenly appearing on his neck.

Chan uses that slight grip on Minho’s neck to pull him up so he can look at himself in the mirror, watching how his face contorts into absolute orgasmic beauty after every thrust Chan pounds into him.

He could see it all in the nearly clouded up mirror. His hips hanging wide open gasping for air with pathetic moans that blend with the skin slapping, his eyes glazed with tears and his face red from the excitement and embarrassment of being put in such a revealing position. Watching his own cock twitch everytime Chan lets out a moan, and the mirror lets him see and make out the praises he mutters past his bitten lips. Mouthing ‘so hot,” and ‘so tight, gorgeous’, anything else, Minho is too deep in the pleasure to figure out. Chan’s hand on his neck now begins to slightly choke him, making Minho so lightheaded that he’s convinced he’s reached the heavens.

“Just look at you,” Chan praises, which makes Minho realize he’s been watching every bit of him, his expression and how his body takes him and getting off on how good he looks in this state. “You’re so hot like this, fuck. I-”

Chan could barely finish his sentence when Minho clenched tightly around him, and so Minho can see that fucked out expression on Chan’s face as well, strained groans against his ears. Pushing each other closer and closer to the edge. Chan pulls Minho in, pressing his back against his chest, their hips insanely close, hips beginning to stutter. 

His teeth sinking into Minho’s skin while his hands wrap tighter around his neck is what pushes Minho towards his climax. His eyes squeeze shut and mouth hangs wide open in a silent moan as hot white is spilled all over the counter and mirror in front of them. The sight is so hot, Chan can’t hold himself back, spilling his come into the condom while buried deep inside Minho’s tightening walls.

Coming down from both of their highs is when Minho realizes both of them have been gasping and panting the whole time. And they continue to do so as they catch their breath.

Minho finally turns around, away from the mirror he’d just soiled and tries not to melt back against the counter, which he doesn’t have to worry about for too long because Chan is quick to catch him before he completely collapses to the floor.

“Woah, there!” Chan chuckles as he takes the condom off, tossing it in the trash next to the sink, regaining his energy. His arm wraps around Minho’s back, and his other arm hooking under Minho’s knees to lift him up completely. “You good?”

Minho, still processing what dimension he’s in, nods mindlessly and hums. He rests his head against Chan’s shoulder, who sighs endearingly while he takes both of them to the bathtub to wash up.

“Holy shit,” Minho finally says, soaking in hot bubbly suds with his back against Chan’s chest in the tub. He turns to the side, looking at Chan the best he can in the tight space. “That was so good,” he had to say.

“Yeah? Glad you feel the same.”

Minho giggles, a bit relieved Chan feels the same way. They don’t stay in the tub for too long, Minho has a friend to drive home and a cat to feed after this. They head out of the tub and dry off, Minho puts on Chan’s hoodie. It’s comfortable, and smells calming, a stark contrast to the man himself, who’d just gotten done railing his lights out in front of a mirror. Minho’s the last to head out of the bathroom, his hair nearly dry. He sees Chan sat up on the bed scrolling through his phone, clothed in one of Changbin’s shirts and his own sweatpants that he saw him in previously, hugging around his chest.

Very nice.

He turns his head up when he sees Minho. “Hey,” he says, setting his phone down. “How's the hoodie?”

“I like it, very cozy,” Minho smiles, joining Chan on the bed and he couldn’t resist flopping down against the cooling sensation of the mattress against his freshly washed skin. “I’d love to just fall asleep right now.”

“We could…?” Chan gently suggests while he lays down beside Minho, facing each other.

Chan looks so gentle and aloof like this. Minho’s thoughts start racing. What if they do sleep right here together, would they cuddle? He’s not really the cuddling after sex type, his usual is leaving as soon as possible but it’d be an excuse to grind up against Chan’s thighs to get him going for morning sex the next day. What if he--

And before his thoughts could proceed and even be considered, his phone starts ringing, a muffled tune in the pockets of his discarded jeans which Chan neatly folded at the end of the bend.

This guy keeps hitting the mark. “Really?” he turns to look at Chan, he quite possibly just won Minho’s favorite one night stand title, bathed them and kept the clothes he discarded folded with such care while he was drying up in the bathroom. Can this guy get any more attractive? He can’t be real.

“Hey, I’m no animal. It’s the least I could do.”

Before Minho could let Chan know he gives killer blowjobs (just to show his appreciation) he makes haste in tending to the call. He rummages through his pockets for the phone and sees the caller tag. It’s Hyunjin. He sighs before picking up, ready for what he’s about to hear.

“Hey, Hyunjin. What’s up?” 

Sniffling and bawling could be heard across the entire room, despite his phone not being on speaker. Chan even jolts up in shock to realize how loud Hyunjin must be crying.

“Woah, woah. Slow down. What happened?” Minho asks, now holding the phone with both hands.

Minho struggles to figure out everything Hyunjin is trying to relay, but the bottom line is. Changbin had to be escorted off with someone else and a million thoughts started racing through his mind. It wasn’t Hyunjin that told him but some guy that’s apparently comforting him. Long story short, tonight is another failed attempt at ‘finally’ asking Changbin out.

Minho sighs, but he isn’t annoyed. Only upset for his friend. He, more than anyone else, knows how much he’s tried to get somewhere with Changbin.

“Tell you what, Jisung,” Minho learns the guy comforting Hyunjin is someone named Jisung, a music major. Chan’s eyes widened at that, interested in the name he’d just mentioned, he likely knows who this ‘Jisung’ is. ‘I’ll head down outside and get Hyunjin out of your hair. I’ll drive both of us back home.”

Minho gives Jisung a few ‘yup’s and ‘great’s before hanging up the call and sighing again. Immediately turning to Chan. “I’m really sorry, but I-”

Chan waves his hands, an assuring gesture to let Minho know he doesn’t need to explain himself, he understood everything from that phone call. “Hey, Don’t worry about it. Please, do what you have to,” he smiles, tilting his head slightly looking so god damn attractive as he gently pats Minho on the shoulder. “Just a little disappointed you can’t stick around till morning for another round,” he chuckles.

Minho scoffs at that. He puts his sweatpants on and his beer-soiled shirt. He’ll have to remember that he has to give Chan’s hoodie back eventually. “Funny, I was thinking of the exact same thing,” he admits. Getting up to put his phone back in his pocket and looking at Chan, now sat up at the edge of the bed and gives his torso another good look, that fitted shirt really makes his biceps and chest pop. Minho is gonna have to say goodbye…to this. 

He bites his lip to hold back a pout, visibly upset but tries not to make it obvious that he is. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Chan winks at him. “Hit me up anytime, gorgeous,” he says in that attractive, seductive voice he was using just a few moments ago in the bathroom. “Have a safe drive home, Minho,” he then says in his regular upbeat voice.

Minho returns the nod and leaves. Sighing once again as he walks down the stairs, frantically looking for Hyunjin.

He searches and searches but to no avail, he doesn’t spot him, until he heads outside of the house and spots them on the porch. Hyunjin, slouched over drenched in his tears as Jisung has him in his arms, petting his hair ever so gently, whispering who knows what to comfort him.

“Oh my god. There you are!” Minho exclaims, totally breathless. “Had me worried there for a second.”

When he catches his breath, he looks at Hyunjin’s expression. Face covered in tears, eyes puffy and red and out of tears to cry out, some of it getting on Jisung’s arm and shirt, who doesn’t seem to mind.

“He keeps saying he wants to go home, his voice was clear a few minutes ago, now he’s just mumbling it,” Jisung lets him know, still holding Hyunjin.

“Thanks for looking after him, I owe you one. I’ll take things from here.”

Jisung hums and lets hyunjin go. Now using Minho as support, leaning against him with his arm draped over his shoulder while Minho drags him to where his car is poorly parked. Minho looks back at Jisung as thanks and heads in the car. 

Hyunjin’s calmed down now, it seems, which Minho sighs in relief at, things went smoother than he expected. Save for the state Hyunjin is in, but there’s always a next time.

Minho starts the car then drives off and it only then hits him. That about an hour ago, he was banging the hottest guy he could have possibly come across and not only was he good, he was sweet without sparing Minho any mercy at the right moments.

Chan might have just won the title for Minho’s best one night stand ever , and he will have to make sure it doesn’t just stay a one time thing. Continuing to drive with impure thoughts clouding his mind, all he could think about is how big Chan was, how he was so rough yet so patient and oh, so attractive. Which will definitely serve as fuel for Minho’s fantasies more and more. Luckily he didn’t crash the car from horny overdrive, they make it back to their apartment, where Minho lays Hyunjin down gently on the bed, taking his shoes and outer clothing off until he’s down to his boxers. Looks like he’ll end up doing the laundry after the party anyway, but he doesn’t mind it. He tucks Hyunjin to bed and leaves his clothes in the laundry basket. 

He heads to his own room, flopping back down on the bed, already missing Chan’s touch, Chan’s words, and that smile.

He hasn’t been treated like that in…ever. This is the first, and he sure hopes he isn’t the last.

“I’ll give him a call tomorrow,” he mumbles to himself before dozing off to sleep.

 

*

 

Chan wakes up to the sound of a blaring alarm ringtone. He opens his eyes, he’s in Changbin’s bed, who is sound asleep next to him, completely wasted for sure with his arm resting over Chan’s chest. He softly giggles at how cuddly he gets even when he’s asleep, or wasted. Chan gently puts his arm off to sit up and look for his phone and take a sneaky picture of Changbin’s state. And right after, he ponders for a bit, taking in what happened last night. He wasn’t drunk so he remembers everything clearly.

He had a one night stand with the most beautiful and most interesting man he’d ever seen.

He smiles to himself, looking forward to texting him, already looking forward to seeing each other for a coffee, thinking of topics to discuss once they do. But as he scrolls through his contacts he realizes.

“Oh, fuck! ” he shrieks, which wakes Changbin up. “I didn’t get his number!” He gets out of the bed and paces around.

“Huh?” Changbin mumbles, groggy and half awake then drops his head back down onto his pillow to fall asleep again. And, almost comically, he sits up in an instant when he processes Chan’s words. “Whose number?!” he shrieks back.

“I hooked up with this really cute guy last night. I forgot to exchange numbers, I really thought we did,” he pouts, flopping back down on the bed.

Changbin narrows his eyes, skeptical but mostly bothered. “Is that why you slept here? You had sex on my bed?”

“No,” Chan answers, face in his palms.

Changbin sighs in relief.

“In your bathroom.”

“I’m fine with that. But who is this guy?” he lays on his stomach closer to Chan, playing with his hair. “I mean, it’s been a while since you hooked up with anyone since your first year, if I remember correctly. And you break that chain by getting down and dirty in my bathroom?!” Changbin digs his hands in Chan’s hair, ruffling it out of excitement to amp up his disbelief.

“There’s something about him…”

“Or all the horniness you were suppressing finally came washing in,” Changbin brings up.

“Who knows? All I know is, I wanna see him again. I don’t think it’s pure horny.”

Changbin smiles at that. “That’s really good. Surely he’ll come around man, you’ll see him on campus.”

Chan sits up. “Are you kidding me? Our campus is huge. He’s an architecture major, you literally have to drive to that area from our side,” he rambles and whines.

Changbin couldn’t hold back a laugh, he hasn’t seen Chan like this in so long. He pats Chan on the shoulder. “It’s not the other side of the world. You’ll come across him again.”

Chan hopes that’s true. He watches Changbin slowly doze off back to sleep and gets up to go home, looking through his phone for Jisung’s contact, to send him the picture of Changbin asleep and ask him a few questions regarding last night.

 

*

 

It’s the afternoon and it hits Minho like a brick, his alcohol tolerance has really gone down. He should’ve really toned it down a notch. But thankfully he has enough strength to get up and feed his cat and do the laundry before he heads out for his classes later in the day. While rummaging through the laundry basket he sees Chan’s hoodie that he put after Hyunjin’s clothes, he grins. It fit him so well, it was a little big on him but it felt like a hug and it smelled like Chan. But he’ll have to get it washed and give it back to him, it’s the least he could do. 

As soon as he takes the basket to the washing machine in the kitchen, it then hits him.

Did I even get his number?

Minho runs to his room, scouring for his phone. Frantically checking his contacts and discovers that he hadn’t. “God dammit,” he curses under his breath.

He walks back out of his room and sees Hyunjin finally up, his hair is a mess and he’s in nothing but sweatpants he’d just put on. He looks at the washing machine already running then turns to Minho in the hallway with an apologetic look. “I promise I’ll wash them for the whole month after this,” he pleads.

Minho shakes his head, letting him know not to worry about it.

They do their usual routine when they both wake up, they take turns getting their meals ready and it’s Hyunjin’s turn. A classic bowl of instant ramen at the dining table, they both start stuffing their faces in the bowl before one of them starts a conversation.

“Are you late for class?” Hyunjin asks.

Minho shakes his head. “I have an hour,” he says meekly. Hyunjin tilts his head at that, curious, because he knows that means Minho is lost in thought.

“What’s up?” Hyunjin asks, taking a huge heap of the noodles.

“I got laid last night,” he says clearly. Which causes Hyunjin to slightly choke on the noodles he was in the process of swallowing, and before he could even ask the million questions he’ll say in one breath, Minho reveals his concern. “I wanna talk to him again, I even borrowed his hoodie, but I don’t have his number, and I don’t think I’ll come across him on campus.”

A million questions and Hyunjin asks one that he could work with to help. “What’s his major?” 

“Music,” he sinks his head deeper into the bowl when Hyunjin lets out a hiss through his teeth.

“A lot of people there,” he breaks it to him.

“He’s friends with Changbin, do you think you could get his number through him?” he asks, hopeful in Hyunjin.

“About that,” Hyunjin rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t have Changbin’s number either.”

Minho looks at him with utter disappointment and sighs. “Seriously? You've been crushing on this guy for months and still no dice?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, disappointed in himself. But Minho gives him a gentle pat on the back of his hand that’s resting on the table. “That’s okay, there’s always next time.”

“The same goes for you too. What do you know about this guy? Maybe I have seen him.”

Minho sets his chopsticks down and lays back, slouching against his chair as he recalls the features he had.

“Soft, curly hair. A dimple when he smiles,” Minho takes a moment just to remember how Chan looks when he smiles. “He had eyes drooped like a lost little puppy, but he spoke so attentively to me, and I was so interested in the topics he’d bring up. But I didn’t focus too much ‘cause his lips, so plump and soft. I could’ve spent hours kissing them.”

He hears Hyunjin gag, pulled right out of his daydreams, which makes Minho pout but he continues. “His dick was huge too.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes at that. “Yeah? Hot and nice with a huge dick? You sure you didn't end up reading somebody's raunchy book at the party? No one’s that perfect!”

Minho playfully scowls. “Don’t make me pull up your voice messages about seeing Changbin in a body-fit shirt on your way to class that one time.”

Hyunjin backs off. “Damn,” is all he could say.

Minho so badly wishes he could devise a plan to get Chan’s number, or come into contact with him. He could do social media but he has no idea where to begin. He sighs, getting up from his chair to get ready for his classes. “You need the car?” he asks Hyunjin, who shakes his head and resumes with finishing up his meal. “Alright, could you hang the clothes up when they’re done? Thanks.”

 

*

 

Minho doesn’t know what he’s doing. Right after classes ended he’d asked around of any parties they knew were going down, and found out there was one on that same night. But on his drive there, he could already tell Chan wasn’t there. The second he asked anyone if they knew somebody by the name of Chan doing music and saw their brows furrow, he knew that was his queue to leave.

“Maybe the next one,” he’d tell himself.

He checks the next one, and the next one, and the next one. Granted he didn’t do this daily, so it stretched out to a month, maybe even longer than that. So he developed the sense that Chan wouldn’t be there. He eventually got lucky and found out somebody in his class was invited by a friend in music.

“This could be it,” he thinks, so hopeful, even wearing the hoodie Chan lent him that day over a month ago. He asks around, impressed by himself when the people he asked around do know of Chan, but is disappointed to find out that he hasn’t been attending any party for over a week now.

“It’s strange really,” a girl, her name is Jamie, comments. She’s seated next to Minho on the couch at the center of the living area. It's a smaller party compared to Changbin's, so nearly everybody is gathered together in the living room. Minho watches her down a concoction of alcohol and soda in her solo cup. “Usually he won’t attend the first few parties, but we’re all starting to think he won’t attend at all and that has us worried,” Minho looks around to see the people gathered with him confirming her words to be fact when she asks. Chan is known well enough by these people that they can understand his patterns and what could go through his mind when he does something in particular.

“If you don’t mind, do you think you could share his number with me?” He asks, nearly begs. 

He’d been doing this for over a month and it’s excruciating, he doesn’t know how much he could keep going ‘Hey, I’m Minho,’ and handle another douchebag trying to get in his pants, and Minho could already tell they wouldn’t be anywhere near Chan’s level. 

Jamie stares at Minho for a moment. “It’s common knowledge around here, Chan doesn’t share his number with anybody except like two people. Changbin and Jisung, a lot of people have really wanted to get with Chan and would always ask those two to set them up with him but it’s always unsuccessful. I know I've tried. Chan has his guards up, you see.”

Minho’s ears ring. Chan had told him he’s friends with Changbin, but when he hears the name ‘Jisung’ he has to make sure it’s the same person he has in mind. “The slim guy? Average height, squirrel-like chubby cheeks?” he details, which Jamie hums at with a thumbs up. 

“We haven’t seen him or Changbin around, either. I’ve texted Jisung to make sure he’s alright, he tends to overwork himself sometimes.”

Suddenly, Minho has a plan. “You have his number?”

Jamie hums. “That, I can do for you,” she pulls her phone out to let Minho type the number down on his phone.

“Thank you so much. I owe you one,” he puts his hands together in appreciation.

“You could drive me home,” she requests.

“Sure, why though?" 

Jamie starts smiling, trying to hold back a laugh. What's so funny?

"You haven't had a sip of your drink, staying sober?" she points out

"I haven’t been in the mood to drink,” he answers honestly."

Jamie appears to be lost in thought at that, as if she can somehow tell he’d been running around and talking more than he usually does just to find this guy. But for the sake of Minho’s sanity, he hopes he’s just overthinking.

Then she finally breaks it to him. “I’m kidding, I live here,” she cackles. Which makes Minho’s ears burn in embarrassment, how could he not know? Everybody was gathered around her; he should've picked that up. “Just wanted to know why you aren’t drinking, let alone relaxing at the party, it’s clear you’re on a mission. Whatever it is, I wish you good luck,” she says sweetly.

Minho’s drive home is more hopeful than his previous ones. He looks at his phone, sending Jisung a quick ‘hey’ to start a chat. He makes it home, almost skipping to his room and kicking his feet in the air.

Hyunjin, who was in the living room witnessing this, follows him to his room and crosses his arms when he sees how elated his roommate is. “I’m guessing the search went well?”

“Almost, I’m almost there,” he grins from ear to ear.

 

*

 

It’s been a month and two weeks since Chan met his favorite one night stand. And yes, he’s been counting. He’s lost the number of times he found himself in his bed, jacking off to the memory of putting Minho’s face up to show just how beautiful he looked getting pounded by him.

He skipped every single party, every single one just so he could stick around in places he’s sure Minho would be around. Or at least where he thinks Minho would prefer to be. He remembers he’s big on studying. He’d been to the cafe nearby, twice. The park right outside of campus, he’d seen people busking there and he hoped to see Minho trying to pursue his passion of dancing somewhere there, but to no avail, he just can’t find the guy. And of course he’d driven over to the architect majors campus but they never hold classes the same timings he’s there. It’s almost like a comedy, really.

His friends, Changbin and Jisung, know about this. And they insisted on coming with him to the library because they’re also curious. They sat in a booth, their laptops out trying to be productive while they’re there.

“You know we can help you look for him, right?” Changbin suggests, looking over his laptop to speak to Chan across from him.

“Right, we’ll need more to work with though, I don’t think ‘Same height, looks hot and adorable at the same time’ helps us very much,” Jisung teases.

Now Chan could totally describe Minho in perfect detail, he remembers his features vividly. How beautiful his eyes were, the way they sparkled, tearing up when Chan hits a really good spot, his lips that pout naturally and bunny teeth that bit into them when he’s close.

Chan shakes his head, he isn’t trying to get hard in the middle of a library, not while he’s studying! Not appropriate!

Jisung lets out a gag, already knowing that when Chan isn’t saying a word he’s thinking of horny thoughts, which Changbin laughs at. It’s a recurring pattern recently. He hasn’t been this horny in a while. But it’s not just that, he remembers everything he told him in the little time they had together and how Chan wished he could hear more.

He’s ashamed to admit just how much he’s thought about him, and what he’d do if they met again.

He’d always been diligent with his work, often dedicating his time in his grades but recently in particular, he’d let himself be swarmed with a pile of samples for his final original project. It’s a bad habit to have but it’s really helping him not go insane.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. The more you look for something or someone, the harder it is to find,” Changbin shares, leaning back against the booth seat.

Chan raises a brow at that. “Where’d you hear that from?”

“Myself,” Changbin proudly proclaims, which Chan rolls his eyes at. “I swear, when I’m looking for my glasses. I only find them when I’ve given up on finding them.”

“What are you trying to say, tell me straight up.”

“What I’m saying is, Felix has a party tonight. Come over, unwind, and who knows? Maybe he’s there.”

Chan shakes his head at that. “He doesn’t go to parties, the one I met him in was the first one he went to in a while,” Chan buried his face in his hands.

“It’s not the end of the world, if you won’t see him, you’ll find someone you can have a good time with.”

Chan’s unsure about that. But it couldn’t hurt to try.

 

*

 

Chan was practically born to be in this atmosphere. The second he enters Felix’s place, he’s greeted by nearly everybody. He knows them all fairly well, as much as they know of him, and gives a bright smile. Despite how exhausted he is from studying and working on his music project for weeks straight, he manages to find his groove back when the music starts playing and the drinks start coming in. He can always trust his fellow Australian brethren to give him a taste of home.

Once he takes a seat on the couch, he notices a pretty girl he recognizes from his classes making her way over to him. 

“Jamie, hey!”

“Hey, Chris,” she greets him with the same enthusiasm. “It’s been a while, right?”

Chan laughs nervously and scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve been keeping myself busy,” and looking for the man that’s been at the front of his thoughts for god knows how long, but she doesn’t need to know about that.

“Hard working man that knows how to party, I like that,” she lightly punches him by the arm.

He chuckles lightly at that.

She does too.

They stare at each other, sharing a knowing look.

And before he knows it, she’s pulling both of them to a bathroom. With the grip she has on Chan, she pins him back against the door while closing it at the same time. She giggles as she gets on her knees to pull Chan’s pants down, whose hands are wandering around her hair while he keeps his eyes shut. Jamie sighs as she pulls Chan’s sweatpants down and-

“Uh…” Jamie stops.

Chan wonders why she stopped, he finally opens his eyes and looks down to see he’s not hard. At all. Soft all the way.

“Oh, fuck,” is all he could say.

Jamie sighs, pulling Chan’s jeans back up and getting herself back up, fixing her hair. “Not in the mood?” she giggles, it's dry this time.

Chan groans, he feels his chest drop completely as he leans back against the door, giving Jamie an apologetic look.

“Look, Jamie. I’m so sorry. You’re really pretty, don’t take this the wrong way. I--”

“Hey, no. Don’t do that. If you aren’t feeling it, then you’re not feeling it. Simple,” she says, truly and kindly, giving him a look he can’t decipher.

“I know but it’s not you. I’m just…” Chan trails off, looking down at his shoes, fixing the band of his sweatpants.

“You got someone on your mind?” She says, which causes Chan to freeze completely, is he that easy to read? “I mean, you work hard, sure. But working so much you can’t even share a drink with us once in a while? Something’s up!” she explains with a giggle, letting Chan know to ligthen up.

Chan exhales through his nose, moreso out of defeat than amusement. “Yeah, there's this guy,” he starts, which Jamie hums at. “I really enjoyed spending, uh, good quality time with him, if you know what I mean. I wanna see him again, but it’s really tough.”

Jamie turns around to wash her hands on the sink behind her. “If he has you going soft on other people then surely he has you by the heart too, hm?" She teases.

“You’ll never let me live this down, huh?” 

Jamie sticks her tongue out, leaning back against the sink as she dries her hands. “I don’t know what your situation is, but I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Things will turn out the way they should,” she advises. She doesn’t seem to be joking. “I won’t stop you from doing what you’re up to. But you gotta get that balance, and you’ll be rewarded somehow.”

Chan nods at that, giving Jamie a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks Jamie. I owe you one.”

She smiles at that. “Don't mention it, just do your thing. We forget that sometimes,” she returns the comforting pat on the shoulder and walks past him to unlock the door. “All the best, Chan. I’ll see you in class!” She says before heading out to look for a better score.

Chan feels like that was the kick he needed to relax.

He heads out of the bathroom and enjoys the rest of the night.

 

*

 

A few days pass, it's early in the morning and Minho wakes up to a text back from Jisung, a ‘hey!" in return.

Excited. Minho writes the message he’d been revising all day since he got his number. “This is Minho, I’m the guy that took Hyunjin home. I just wanted to say thank you again for looking out for him.” he texts.

Jisung sends an instant reply back. “Oh, it’s you! pls, don't worry about it. It doesn't hurt to lend a helping hand. I hope Hyunjin's alright now.”

"Oh he's great, much better actually. I definitely owe you one though I was supposed to look after him but I was distracted."

"Perfect timing, actually. I have a graded project where I need to ask an outsider's opinion on a track I've made," he suggests. "I don't know that many people around here actually, and the ones that do are in music themselves, so they can't review my work. I need fresh ears lol."

Minho can understand that, this is someone he's trying to be friends with as a way to get closer to Chan, so if doing him a little favor is all it takes, easy work. It definitely beats sitting around with loud music and the stench of alcohol strong enough to get drunk from.

"Sounds fun, I'd be happy to help."

"Great! I'll be free tomorrow, my friend told me about this cafe near the campus, we would meet up there. If you have classes it'll be an easy walk."

And that was what started a series of Minho being Jisung's "outsider opinion" on his music, he would sometimes make Hyunjin give his thoughts as well and it's helped Jisung a lot. They'd meet up every three days or so, and report the feedback to his professor. And Minho learns that Jisung is incredibly funny, getting along with him easily. Recently, Minho’s been making himself familiar with people around the campus, and he learns that it’s alright for him to come out of his shell, he won’t be hurt completely.

He realizes this when he and Jisung are meeting up for the fourth time at the cafe and Jisung shows his true gratitude whilst asking for updates on how Hyunjin is, ever caring for a friend he’d just made and only became familiar with not too long ago. Jisung then shares that he himself is also quite introverted, just like Minho.

“It’s nice to have your own quality alone time, and also have an extroverted friend who keeps you up to speed on what's happening with everybody when you’re alone,” he expresses on one of their conversations right after Minho’s assessment of his project, which has been gradually improving. And he realizes he’s the same, he finds himself hanging out by himself, whether it’s in his room or in public, he enjoys his own company and while he appreciates one or two friends coming along, he has no preference either way.

Today, Minho received a text from Jisung. “Hey, just letting you know, my friend will be with me. He won’t bother, he’s helping me work on the track. I think it’ll be fun if you could see the process!” 

“Great, thanks for letting me know. Classes just ended, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Minho texts back, and heads to the cafe as he’s done plenty of times.

But when he arrives, he looks for Jisung. And he spots him, seated next to a face that grows more and more familiar the closer he gets to the table. 

“Hey, thanks for coming again. This is my friend, Chan,” Jisung is quick to introduce, gesturing for Minho to take a seat. “He’s helping me with my project.”

Minho and Chan are now seated across one another, sharing a look. Disbelief and hope. Minho isn’t sure if this moment is real, and Chan seems to be skeptical of whether he’s dreaming or not. Maybe he’d been wishing to come across each other once again as well? Minho hopes that’s true.

Jisung notices this, and snaps his fingers. “Hey, Chan. Don’t just stare at him like that, you’ll make him nervous,” he scolds Chan. “Sorry about that,” he turns to Minho.

“Please, don’t worry,” Minho brushes it off. Jisung seems to think they’ve never met before, so he rolls with that. “Chan, huh? I’m Minho, it’s nice to meet you,” he sticks a hand out to shake. Pretending to introduce himself for the first time, just to signal at Chan, who is interested in keeping the act up.

Chan shakes his hand for a little too long. “Likewise, you’re a good friend of Jisung’s?”

“Oh we’ve been meeting up quite frequently so I could help him with his project, seems you’re doing the same.”

Chan smirks. “Oh yeah, he’s my best friend, but I won’t do his work completely, just making minor edits. He’d do the same for me,” he says, turning his laptop to show a program open with audio waves and settings. “Have a listen,” he hands one of the earbuds he has on, and Minho takes that as an opportunity for their hands to brush against each other, and it’s electrifying. He missed those hands.

And Chan’s eyes become half-lidded and his smile turns into a small smirk for a second, pleased with the touch. “What do you think?” he switches back to his nice, wholesome, sociable self. “I switched up the bass and backtrack volume slightly but I think it changes everything.”

Minho hones in, focusing on the beat, and a bit more focused on the veins bulging out of Chan’s hands, he had a hoodie on but he was sure those veins run up to his arms as well. “Good, very good,” is all he could say.

“I haven’t heard it yet, but I’ll have to take your word for it that it’s good,” Jisung comments.

“Come on, you don’t trust me?” Chan turns to Jisung and whines. “Maybe I’ll sabotage your work a little,” he says playfully.

“Minho won’t let that happen, right?” Jisung looks at Minho with puppy eyes. “And before I forget to ask, do you want anything? I could get your usual drink but I haven’t ordered yet just to make sure.”

“The usual would be great. Thanks Jisung,” Minho smiles.

“No worries, I’ll be right back,” he gets up from the chair and makes his way over to the cashier to make his order.

Chan looks behind him to see Jisung is out of hearing range before turning to Minho, looking into his eyes. “It’s nice seeing you again,” he finally says, leaning into the table closer towards Minho.

Minho looks back and leans in closer as well, and if he’s trying to look innocent against Chan’s dark gaze, he won’t admit it. “Same here…” he says sweetly. “I had fun.”

“Still?” Chan chuckles, their voices so low and so secretive, you couldn’t listen in on them even without the public chatter around them. “It was that good, hm?” he says in that voice Minho’s gone crazy reminiscing when he’d pleasure himself at night. 

He nods, unwilling to admit just how much he’s done to look for him. “And you?” 

 An immediate response. “Yes. Liked it a lot,” he admits, his voice a normal volume now.

Minho is relieved, and finally backs away, leaning against his seat. His eyes finally drift away from Chan’s eyes to take a good look at him overall. He looks the same as he did back at the party. A black hoodie, seems to be his style, his hair disheveled as if he’d just hopped out of bed, he composes himself around others in a way that’s so polite and welcoming. This is how he always is, and it’s what makes him so attractive. Minho’s eyes veer over to his laptop, noticing a few gadgets plugged to it.

“Wow,” is all Minho could say. “Didn’t realize there was so much that went into this,” he moves in closer towards the laptop to observe and figure out what it could be.

Chan laughs softly. “It’s not necessary, it’s a way for me to store all my files, which I have a lot of,” he explains thoroughly, showing Minho how each one works. “This is my life, I make the most of it. When my friends need help with their work I don’t think twice about it. Granted, I’ll only do it if their professor allows it. Jisung always needs my help.”

Minho giggles at that. “That’s amazing.”

After that, there’s silence. Minho thinks about how much there is to Chan, how dedicated he is to his passion and what he can and wants to do to pursue it, he remembers the plan he has for after he graduates, and he sees the work Chan is putting in to get there.

He doesn’t realize he’s been staring at Chan’s face in pure silence the entire time. Chan notices this and smirks. “Are you doing payback?”

“Payback?”

“I mean, I got to see a whole lot of you that night and you didn’t get to see much of me. I’m wondering if you’re trying to get your piece.”

Minho’s mouth hangs wide open, his face burning red. There it is, the acknowledgement of the night they shared together, one they both remember vividly. “I didn’t get to stress just how good looking you are. You kept calling me gorgeous.”

It was Chan’s turn to blush. “Oh, did I?” a soft red glow in his ears, it’s cute. “I didn’t realize how much I said it. I do mean it though.”

Minho smiles at that. He’d just never been called gorgeous that frequently. “How much do you mean it?” He tests the waters. Is he really being reckless right now? Inviting the man he’d been searching months for to jump him in the middle of a packed cafe

Chan hums, closing his laptop, leaning in closer towards Minho, his arms on the table. “You want me to prove it? I think I’ve shown you the lengths I can go to do that,” he recalls, and Minho knows exactly what he’s talking about. Holding his head up by he chin to show his fucked out face, mouth agape and moaning in the mirror. Minho chuckles, nearly shaking with anticipation when he notices Chan leaning in closer towards him. Maybe he’s not the only one feeling reckless right now.

All the blood in Minho’s head starts rushing all the way down to his cock, he can feel himself at half-mast, and he hopes Chan’s growing a tent himself as well.

Before Minho would suggest getting out of there, and giving Jisung a perfectly reasonable excuse. Minho sees Jisung making his way back with a tray of their drinks, he puts some distance between them, leaning back against his chair almost instantly while Chan hides his face against his arms planted on the table.

“Hey! Sorry for the wait, the line was really long and you won’t believe the conversation the people in front of me were having,” he starts. Both of them know Jisung’s ready to give them a funny anecdote of what had just happened when he was getting them their drinks.

And as if the moments mere seconds ago didn’t happen. Minho is now gulping down his iced americano next to the man who was just about ready to take him and rail his lights out again.

“Are you alright, Chan? You barely had a sip of your drink,” he comments, and looks over to his laptop. “Are you done with my track? Already?” he gasps, excited.

“I’m fine,” Chan answers with his head kept planted against his arms, his words muffled through the sleeves of his hoodie. “I only did half of the work, the rest is on you,” he says, which Jisung whines at.

Minho knows Chan’s begging for his erection to go down, ‘cause he’s doing the exact same thing. Hoping the cold temperature of his drink would transfer to his body temperature fast enough.

Chan finally sits up straight to show Jisung the changes he made and let's Minho listen in, he gives his input and agrees. Chan’s minimal adjustments changed the track completely, and he likes it. And they can’t help but have a conversation unrelated to the track making process.

While Jisung shows off the poodle his family had just adopted, Chan sighs, face resting against his palm. “This is making me miss Berry,” he squeals in excitement at a picture of Jisung’s puppy.

“Who’s Berry?” Minho questions.

“It’s his family dog back in Australia. She’s a cute little cavalier.”

“You’re Australian?” Minho asks. “I should’ve known.”

Chan laughs at that. “Oh, you heard me speak English before?”

And Minho realizes the slip up. He’d only ever heard Chan cursing in English, which Jisung knows nothing about. “Fuck, so tight,” he remembers Chan whispering, a little too vividly. He can practically feel him breathing it against his ear. He panics and tries to look for an explanation. “Oh no, I havent! I just sensed it in how you talked. Something about the intonations got me thinking, y’know?”

Chan lets out a hearty laugh at that, impressed at how Minho just picked himself back up. Jisung looks at both of them fondly. “Looks like the two of you are getting along well!” he says.

Chan giggles at that. Minho mirrors him. “You got pets of your own, Minho?”

“Oh yeah. I have a cat in the apartment I live in. I adopted him right after I moved in,” he says so proudly.

Jisung and Chan are interested, which Minho takes as an opportunity to boast the several silly pictures he’s taken of his pride and joy. “His name is Soonie, he’s the cutest.” 

“He sure is,” Chan squeals.

 

Half an hour passes and Jisung can safely say he’s gathered enough input from Minho. And bothered Chan enough.

“Thanks again, you guys have been a big help. My professor keeps telling me something’s missing, and I think I know where to go from here now.”

Chan gives him a nudge on the arm. “He just wants to see your potential, don’t hesitate.” to which Jisung gives him a big hug, squeezing.

“Where are you headed after this?” Chan asks Minho.

Minho hums. “Back home I guess, though, Hyunjin’s using the car so I’ll have to wait for him to pick me up.”

“Will he take a while?” Jisung asks, packing his laptop in his bag.

Minho checks the time, it's five-thirty in the afternoon right now. He’d be sound asleep before class.

Jisung and Chan look at each other. “I could drop you off, no worries,” Chan offers.

Minho’s face lights up. “That’d be great!” he gets up from his seat, all packed up. He walks by Chan’s side when they head outside of the cafe. Ever the gentleman, Chan runs to open the door for them.

Jisung raises a brow at that, and Minho blushes lightly and mouths a ‘thanks’. He likes being treated like this.

“Thanks again, I’ll look over the notes you gave me, Chan. I’ll see you two later, yeah?” Jisung waves them goodbye when they part ways at the parking lot.

Minho and Chan wave them goodbye and turn to the other direction. As they walk they both let out a sigh of relief, as if they were both resisting the urge to amp up the tension with Jisung next to them the entire time.

But now that they’re alone together…

“Are you really gonna drop me off at my place?” Minho asks, clutching to his shoulder bag.

Chan chuckles. “Is your roommate there?”

“He is, yeah.”

“Then we can head over to mine,” he says. It doesn’t take much for Minho to know what he’s implying.

He smirks. “Your place it is,” he watches Chan take his keys out of his pocket and walks up to his car. It’s a gorgeous black Honda SUV, large and sleek. It’s so…him.

“Nice,” Minho stares at the hood.

“You gonna get in?” Chan chuckles before entering the driver's seat.

“I was just admiring your ride,” Minho smiles, getting into the passenger seat. “-Has me looking forward to mine,” he says in that lustful tone. 

“Yeah?” Chan drives out of the parking space and towards the main road. “What do you drive?”

Minho giggles. “Am not talking about cars,” he places a hand on Chan’s thigh, slowly stroking up and down. Which should say enough about what kind of ride he’s referring to.

“Oh!” Chan exclaims, then relaxes, enjoying Minho’s touch. “ Oh , yeah ,” he sighs. “I’m gonna be looking forward to that,” he says in that tone he used before, seductive and addicting. Minho missed it so much. “So you’re good at that, huh?”

Minho’s hand on Chan’s lap grips as he leans into Chan’s ear to whisper. “Get us back to your place faster and you’ll find out sooner,” as soon as he says that, he feels Chan’s jeans tighten. Feeling a twitch and the car speeding up.

“I could take you in the backseat right now,” Chan mutters when Minho finally pulls away from his thigh and subtly massages his growing erection.

And as much as Minho would love that. “You should know, I perform better in wider spaces,” Chan didn’t need any further convincing for him to completely speed through the main road over to his place. Minho finally pulls away and looks out the window and sees the entrance to a gated community, with villas he can’t even begin to imagine the prices of.

“No one’s home,” Chan finally speaks once he’s parked in the garage. “I wanna make sure I hear all of you this time,” he orders when he turns off the ignition. His words alone gets Minho feeling hot under his shirt, wanting to obey his every word.

He follows Chan through the garage door and hurriedly make their way towards his room. But Minho can’t pretend he isn’t gawking at how beautiful his place is. Bright off-white walls, modern interiors, minimalistic palette of white, gray and black, and marble flooring that he feels are too expensive to walk on, even barefoot. They walk up the stairs and see Chan open the door directly in front of the staircase which should be his room. And Minho is in pure awe. The room was dimly lit, mainly saturated by the LED lights of pink, purple and blue softly flashing across the room giving a soft hue on their faces, a large mattress at the center of the room, which Chan ushers Minho to get comfortable on. 

He sits at the end of the bed, continuing to admire the little trinkets and decorations Chan has around his room, but he doesn’t forget what they’re here for. He finally looks back at Chan, who is standing right in front of him, leaning down slightly so their faces are in line. “Starting to feel familiar, hm?” he asks, recalling their first night together back at the party. He was also sat at the end of the mattress eyeing Chan with his shirt off, abs and chest on full display.

Minho scoffs. “Not quite,” his hand is now roaming across Chan’s chest, sighing when he feels his muscular build. “I’m pretty sure you were wearing less clothes before,” his hands wander lower to sneak a hand under Chan’s shirt, totally feeling up his abs. “Take it off,” Minho finally musters up his demanding tone.

And Chan couldn’t resist. Working like a charm, he pulls off to slip out of his shirt in one go. “Happy?” Chan says in that sickeningly sweet alluring voice that has him melting. Before Minho could even give a response, he suddenly feels lighter when a grip on his waist lifts and pushes him up further against the bed and he belatedly realizes it’s Chan pinning him down against the center of the bed. The moan Minho lets out is embarrassingly loud, the entire house would’ve heard it had anyone been over, from simply being manhandled. Chan is satisfied with that reaction.

“There we go,” he says, his hands on Minho’s waist sneaking under his shirt to strip him gently. A contrast from how he lifted him up so effortlessly, taking his time in feeling up Minho’s body once the shirt is discarded. Hands fondling his chest and tummy. His sweatpants and boxers are the next to go, lifting Minho’s legs up so he could take them off easily, and Chan can’t resist his thighs, giving them a good squeeze, pleased with Minho mewling at that.

“Fuck,” Chan groans when Minho spreads his legs, giving a full view of his bare body laid out underneath him. “Beautiful,” he mutters, watching the way Minho’s hole clenches then gapes open, just ready to take him. His cock fully hard, already leaking, his mouth is watering and his face is blushing a deep shade of red at his words.

“Hold on,” Chan says before pulling away from Minho’s body, already whining from the lack of Chan’s bodyheat against his, he watches him walk over to his night stand and pulls out an unopened bottle of lube and box of condoms. After laying them on the sheets, Chan can’t resist Minho in the position he’s in. When he joins Minho back on the bed, he’s now laying on his stomach to comfortably slot his head between Minho’s thighs, leaving kisses all over them and biting lightly before he leaves hickeys on his inner thighs. He discovers Minho is sensitive there when his legs wrap around his head before loosening up.

“Sorry,” Minho squeaks.

Chan only chuckles. “Getting excited? We barely started, gorgeous,” he teases. “Just wanted to admire your thighs,” he gave them a last squeeze before sitting up, balancing on his knees

Minho stops Chan when he uncaps the bottle of lube. "I'll do it," he pleads. He usually doesn't feel comfortable begging like this, but he can't help it. 

He pushes Chan back, switching their positions. With Minho on top, straddling Chan, who’s leaning back against “Wanna ride you so bad," he moans, his hand cupped over Chan’s clothed cock, rock hard against his palm, he starts stroking it slowly. Minho loves the size, the thickness, the way it slightly twitches in his hand.

Chan nods at that, biting his lip to suppress a moan at Minho subtly jerking him off, clearly impatient. After getting him out of his boxers and sweatpants, revealing his throbbing cock, hard as it lays against his stomach and aching to get inside Minho. He gets to work, he's getting needier by the second, drooling at how it’s flushed red at the tip with a vein running down his length to the base. Pouring a liberal amount in his hand and warming the slick substance up with his fingers. 

He presses his forehead against Chan’s, their eyes in contact while Minho slips two fingers past his rim with ease. He’d been pleasuring himself almost every night, so he can take his own fingers no problem, but he knows he’d need to do more work to take Chan. He adds a third finger as he spreads his fingers, stretching his insides wide open, hunching over when he reaches a good spot inside himself, but he never looks away from Chan’s face, who refuses to blink, not wanting to miss a second of Minho’s body contorting and grinding up against him to keep himself distracted by the slight intrusion of adding a fourth finger. Chan keeps himself busy by reaching a hand around Minho’s backside, fondling his ass, spreading his cheeks wider to tease and gripping the back of his thighs because he can’t resist.

“Ready,” Minho struggles to say, pouring the lube directly over Chn’s cock, spreading the contents by stroking Chan’s length one last time, particularly watching Chan’s face when he makes it over to the tip and deliberately spends more time rubbing around that area, his face wincing as he curses softly.

“Minho, fuck. Please, don’t tease,” Chan pleads through bitten lips.

Minho hums in false empathy. “Hmm, wanna get inside me that bad?” he finally looks away from Chan’s length and back up at his face, tilting his head when their eyes are in contact again.

Chan nods, too horny to use his words.

Minho doesn’t stall much longer, getting way too needy himself. Minho aligns the tip with the rim of his entrance, and sinks into it with ease.

“So beautiful,” Chan moans when he’s halfway inside. Leaving faint curses and grunts when Minho’s tight walls squeeze around him, Chan wishes so badly he could just pin Minho down and fuck him relentlessly, but he holds back when he sees Minho hunching over, resting his head on his shoulder. 

He opts to be patient, attentive and encourages Minho to relax and take his time. “So gorgeous like this,” he buries his nose in Minho’s hair, whispering against his ear, rubbing Minho’s arms and back when he makes it to the base and settles like that for a while, trying to relax and getting used to the stretch.

It has been two months after all.

Chan’s wandering hands make it to Minho’s hips and uses his thumb to gently stroke the skin there which he can tell comforts Minho when he feels sloppy kisses being left on his shoulder. Chan can’t help but giggle. “You’re doing great, yeah? Take your time.”

He sees Minho’s ears flushed, the gentle gesture of Chan’s hands caressing his body and his kind words. He moves his head up to press his lips against Chan’s, losing himself in them. Minho could practically melt when their tongues lick against each other and breaths syncing when they part momentarily to gasp and catch their breaths. "I could watch you all day like this," Chan comforts him, caressing his hips.

Minho lets out a strained moan that has Chan biting his lips, which Minho hesitantly pulls away from to focus.

"Yeah," Chan gasps when Minho slowly lifts himself up as he clenches around him. "Just like that."

With Minho finally having the strength to lift himself up until only the tip of Chan’s cock is inside, he stays like that for a moment. They refuse to break eye contact during this moment, and they see just how ruined the other looks just from making out, Chan’s lips are more plump and red and slicked with his spit, panting slightly. His hair a slight mess and his skin flushed pink across his face and shoulders. 

Minho wants to ruin him completely. 

With newfound fervor, he drops himself back down, and they both moan against each other's lips, Chan’s hands grip onto Minho’s hips tighter as an anchor but Minho refuses to stop, bouncing on his cock over and over and over.

“ Ah- fuck . yes,” Chan strains a moan against Minho’s ear, the grip he has on Minho’s hips used to lift him up and down, helping Minho with each lift and drop of his hips. 

“Mhm,” Minho hums, wrapping his arms around Chan’s neck, bracing himself. “Fuck me,” he begs weakly, but Chan catches it. His arms are now secured tightly around Minho’s torso as he fucks up into him in sync with Minho’s bouncing, the pace is unbelievably fast now.

“Harder- harder please! ,” Minho moans, his voice hoarse from whimpering and moaning everytime Chan’s cock reaches deep inside him, he feels himself being spread open wider and wider after every thrust.

“Yeah?” Chan struggles to say, he's at his limit. Minho nods furiously. “I got you,” he whimpers before he lifts Minho up and slams him back against the mattress. With Chan’s hips now free to move. He holds onto Minho tightly, Minho wraps his legs around his waist to keep himself in place as Chan thrusts into him erratically, thrusts sounding more and more obscene before his hips stay still completely, his teeth sinking into Minho’s shoulder as he spills into the condom.

Chan pants, catching his breath, but he gets himself back together when he realizes Minho is still hard. His brows furrow, but Minho doesn’t seem to care about that, his face against Chan’s chest grinning from ear to ear. “You enjoyed yourself, I can tell,” he giggles when Chan’s now non-erect cock slips out of him.

“But, you didn’t finish,” Chan pouts, insisting on helping him.

“It’s okay, I’ll just get myself off and-”

Chan clicks his tongue and shakes his head, shocked and upset that Minho would even suggest that. “That won’t be necessary.”

Minho raises a brow, what does that mean?

Chan slips out of the condom and tosses it over where the trash can is and scoots back on the bed, so his head is between Minho’s legs. “Just lay back and enjoy, gorgeous,” he assures him.

“What are you- Oh! ” Minho moans, his voice already hoarse but he can’t hold back when he feels Chan’s tongue, hot and wet, licking around his rim, lapping up the residual lube leaking out of him. 

Minho props himself up on his shoulders and couldn’t believe it, he’s never been eaten out before. It’s a lot, it’s embarrassing and his face is burning. Chan seems to be enjoying himself though, even slipping a finger past Minho’s entrance so his tongue can slide inside. Minho moans so loud he almost drowns out the sound of Chan’s phone ringing on the bed, Chan must’ve placed it there while he was undressing.

Surely Chan wouldn’t pick it up, right? He’s literally between his thighs, eating him out like it’s his last meal, there’s no way he’d-

Chan pulls away for a second to reach for it, he picks up the phone and answers.

Of course he would.

He smirks devilishly when he sees Jisung’s name tag on the phone and hands it over to Minho, who’s stuttering silently over his words in further disbelief. But Chan is too busy moving his head back down, now licking around Minho’s cock without a care.

“ Hellooooo?” Jisung on the other line calls out.

Minho bites his lip, he lays back down completely against the bed and puts the phone to his ear with one hand, and uses the other to tug at Chan’s hair to get back at him before answering. “Hey, Jisung! What’s up?”

Chan giggles as he bobs his head down Minho’s length, the vibrations of his mouth on him nearly makes him outright scream into the phone but he catches himself.

“Minho…? Are you with Chan?”

“Oh-” Minho tries his very best not to react to Chan’s fingers suddenly slipping past his hole, scissoring while he sucks him off. “Oh, well- You know, he offered to drop me off at my place, right?” Jisung can be heard humming at that. “But he had to park outside a store really quickly, something about the drink back at the cafe not being filling enough. But he didn’t--” he almost moans but he holds back, his hand in Chan’s hair helps as leverage but it only makes Chan hum even more around his length. "He didn't tell me what he was getting, might take a minute," he musters up to say.

“No worries. Thanks again for hanging out, I’m glad you got to meet Chan. He’s one of my bestest friends, you should definitely see him more if you can!”

Minho looks down to look at Chan, who’s sucking him off like a pro and filling him up with his fingers. “Yeah, definitely,” Minho says softly, had he responded any louder it would be very obvious that Chan is with him, and Jisung wouldn’t think twice about what they’re up to. “So what do you need?” he asks as nonchalantly as he could.

“Yeah! I was just looking through the notes Chan gave me and I needed to ask a few questions. Do you mind letting him know when he gets back?” 

Oh, God.

“ Sure , Sure, go ahead!”

“Alright, well. There’s this one part that-”

Minho mutes his end of the call and drops the phone for a bit so he could finally let out a whimper. Both hands now on Chan’s hair, using that to make Chan move his head up and down faster, the tip of his cock reaching the back of his throat. “ Yes! Yesyes, Chan please! ” He whimpers, his eyes screwed shut, the sensation is overwhelming. “So good,” he praises, and he makes the mistake of looking down and he sees Chan’s lips around his cock, deep red and slick with his spit, which pushes him to the very edge. Unable to warn Chan, he cums right inside his mouth, which Chan takes gratefully.

And before Minho could even admire just how ruined Chan’s face looks, he remembers Jisung on the phone again, still in the middle of listing his questions.

He picks the phone up, but Chan takes it from him, unmuting their side of the call. “Hey Jisung, I was listening the whole time. I’ll answer your questions by text later, yeah?”

“Oh, Chan! Sure man, take your time,” Jisung says on the other side before hanging up.

Minho collapses, letting out a huge sigh of relief while Chan joins his side to leave a kiss on his forehead. “Fuck,” Minho finally exhales properly, and wipes off any of his cum leaking out of the corners of Chan’s lips. “That was amazing.”

Chan smiles at that, he wraps an arm around Minho and pulls him in for a cuddle, not minding the tacky sweat of their skin rubbing against each other. Minho completely turns to Chan’s side and he can finally admire just how beautiful Chan looks in his post-sex state. He can’t help but move his curls to the side and see his face completely, eyes gleaming with tears, cheeks pink, his lips red and glistening with his spit. “So cute,” he mumbles.

Chan’s cheeks blush furiously before he gets out of bed to carry Minho, taking both of them to his bathroom to clean up, pulling Minho into the shower.

The sound of water pouring over them mainly fills the bathroom up, the hot steam surrounding them, relieving their exhausted bodies.

“Hey,” Chan finally speaks. Washing Minho’s back as hot water pours over them, eyeing the slight bruises he left on his hips and thighs, resisting the urge to press on them. 

“Yeah?” Minho can’t help but smile, so full of joy.

“You know, I honestly never do this. I haven’t been with anyone in a long while. So, if you…”

Minho huffs in amusement. “Yeah, me too. I wouldn’t mind only doing this with you.”

Chan nods at that. And god, he is so handsome. “I was honestly kinda worried. You’re really hot and I was worried you wouldn’t wanna do it again,” Minho looks down, watching the water trickling down their bodies.

Chan tilts his head at that, confused. “Are you serious?” Chan turns the hot water off. “I hope you know, I really mean it when I call you gorgeous. That’s not an ‘in the moment’ kind of thing.” He turns to Minho and moves closer to him. He moves the hair over Minho’s face to the side so he can see his features clearly, and when Minho finally looks up. 

His eyes are twinkling and his lips are red and puffed up from the hot water and steam. “So pretty,” Chan whispers to himself, caressing the side of Minho’s face.

“If you wanted me to suck you off, just say so,” Minho jokes, giggling as he leaned into the touch, he feels so safe and secure despite being completely bare.

“You want to?” Chan smirks, pulling away to head out of the shower stall and grab both of them a towel.

“Next time.”

Chan laughs, patting himself dry with the tower. “Now I have to make sure I get your number this time,” he says.

“You better,” Minho pouts.

“I’ll get your clothes ready, then I’ll drop you off at your place. For real this time,” he chuckles, exiting the bathroom to put on a change of clothes.

Minho nods at that. Chan really doesn’t have to do any of this, Minho thinks. He’s been respectful with him ever since they first met, carrying him to the bathroom like a princess and folding his clothes neatly before and now, offering to drop him off home and also revealing he’d been wanting to get Minho’s number this whole time.

Minho’s never been treated like this before, nor has he met someone that even wants to.

And here Chan is, making Minho’s face burn up by giving him the bare minimum.

Once Chan hands him his clothes, neatly folded (of course). Minho changes into them and after exchanging numbers, he follows Chan to the living room, where he starts eyeing the gaming consoles he has on his TV stand. He has the newest playstation!

Chan notices this. “You play?” 

“Yeah, but not on this. I didn’t even realize these were out for sale,” he puts his hands behind his back.

“We could play, if you have time?” Chan suggests. 

And as much as Minho would really like that. “I have to feed Soonie. I don’t think Hyunjin’s home to feed him,” he bites his lip, nervous. Chan’s literally giving him a chance to stay for another hour just to play games and he’s letting it slip past him, but he really does have to feed his pet back at his place. But there might not be another time where Chan lets him come over--

“Hey, you have my number, right?” Chan notices Minho’s eyes all over the place, deep in thought. “There’s always next time,” he pats him on the shoulder and rubs gently to comfort him.

And at that, Minho finally relaxes. That’s right, there’s always next time. He won’t have to search high and low to see Chan again. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Let’s get you home. You got a sweet little kitten waiting for his meal!” He walks slightly faster to get the car ready.

And once they’re on the road, Chan continues to ask him about his pet, interested in how he’s able to look after him during his studies.

“I used to have an automatic feeder and for a while that helped. But then I realized Soonie figured out how to restart the feeder to give him food all the time, which is why he’s a little chunky in my pictures,” Minho explains, which Chan laughs at. 

“Chonky cats are cute,” he comments.

“Eventually, I taught Hyunjin how and when to feed him, but he’ll only be able to when he’s home. So sometimes I gotta make sure I get back to the apartment on time, otherwise Soonie gets cranky with me, which I understand. I’m his butler! I should always get his meal ready on time.” 

Chan hums, letting Minho know he’s listening while he follows the GPS to Minho’s place. “You really have a way with cats, it’s good that Soonie has such a caring owner.”

“I’m a cat myself, you know. This isn’t even my real form,” Minho jokes.

“Hmm, I can tell. You’re quite reserved, which is a good trait. And you whine when you don’t get your way.” Minho can’t deny that. “A true kitten .”

Minho doesn’t know if Chan meant to say the last part in his low toned voice, the one he’d been using back in his bedroom, but something about it made his face burn up, and Chan driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on his own lap isn’t helping.

He hopes Chan doesn’t notice that.

They continue to talk. Minho finally being able to bring up the several topics he wished he could talk to Chan about and more, it made time move so fast he didn’t realize the car stopped because he was already at his apartment.

“Thanks again, I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. I offered to drop you off, remember?”

Minho shakes his head. “I mean, thank you for showing up again. This is a little embarrassing but I’ve been hoping I’d come across you again,” he finally admits, playing with his seatbelt.

“It’s not embarrassing,” Chan assures. “I was hoping for that too,” he admits as well.

Minho is happy with that response. He unbuckles his seatbelt and gives Chan one last look before exiting the car. “Make sure you give me a text as soon as you can, okay?”

“Of course,” Chan says matter of factly. “See you next time,” he smiles.

Minho doesn’t realize that Chan took his request literally, already sending him a text before he even makes it to his apartment door. He laughs as he opens the message.

“I don’t know what to say, plus I’m driving, here’s a picture of Berry,” and attached to the message is a picture of the most adorable cavalier he’d ever seen.

Minho can’t help but squeal as he enters his apartment. He sees Soonie waiting in front of the door, as if he can tell Minho is cooing over another person's pet. And Minho apologizes profusely while feeding him, he seems to be forgiven when he’s found curled up on Minho’s bed.

“She’s the cutest! You must miss her so much,” Minho texts back. “Soonie’s feeling a little jealous, should’ve seen how he looked at my reaction when I got here,” he sends in another text.

"Oh no! Tell Soonie he's the prettiest orange cat I've ever seen. Nobody's taking that title from him."

Minho smiles and looks at Soonie who's sound asleep.

"I'll be sure to tell him, he loves compliments. Good night, Chan"

Hyunjin hasn’t gotten home yet but he can’t wait to let him know that he finally found him, and as soon as he did, he’s rewarded for his efforts with another otherworldly experience with him and more to come. No more having to keep his eyes closed when he’d finger and jerk himself in his room or bathroom only to open them and realize it’s not even close to the orgasm Chan had given him.

And when he meets him again, he realizes the real thing really can’t be beat.

All the movement he’d been doing a few hours ago finally catches up to him, and he starts feeling the bites and marks Chan left all over him. He falls asleep just like that.

 

*

 

Now, Minho keeps his expectations realistic. He doesn't expect him and Chan to meet up every single day, it was difficult to find him, after all. 

Their schedules most definitely don't align and neither do their daily routines, but Minho didn't mind it. Three days have passed, it’s early in the morning, and Minho's been in an incredibly good mood all throughout, so much so he didn't even whine or show a hint of a pout when Hyunjin apologizes again and again for forgetting to do the dishes or clean the table. 

Hyunjin, of course, notices this, he’s been made aware that he got to see Chan. "That guy dicked you down good, huh?" he jokes.

He mindlessly nods, unable to even react to Hyunjin clearly teasing him, not when he gets a text from Chan. Hyunjin groans at this, pretending to be unhappy for his friend, but gives him an excited series of pats on his back before leaving him alone.

Even though they haven't seen each other, they still send each other texts, voice messages and calls and it's always of Chan being so sweet remembering things Minho told him, showing him a video game he bought and asking if Minho would wanna play it sometime, a keychain or stuffed toy of an orange cat claiming "It's Soonie! He's famous!" every single time and it never fails to make Minho laugh.

"Hey! I'm with Jisung right now. Finally had time to answer his questions with his project, but I'll be free later. You got anything to do today?” 

Minho hums, looking over his schedule on his phone. He doesn’t have classes today, nor does he have any pending work or projects, he got those done days ago. The lifted mood he had the morning after he and Chan met got him extremely productive, and it’s stretched out through the past few days. He’s been answering questions like he used to, eager to start a conversation with the people in his class and finding out they’ve been holding study meetings together, which he happily takes the offer of joining. 

But today, he’s completely free, and so is Chan.

“Hey, Hyunjin. You got any plans today?” Minho questions his roommate, who’s on the living room couch typing on his phone.

“Yup. Classes in twenty minutes,” he says nonchalantly.

“And why are you still here?” Minho places his hands on his hips, disapproving of his friend's disregard for punctuality. 

“I’m texting Felix. I wanna know what outfit he’s wearing later tonight, we’re going to the club. You should come with me!” he sits up, excited.

Minho makes a slight scowl. “Why, though?” 

“Jisung’s coming. Maybe Chan is too, who knows?” he shrugs. “I know you wanna see him again,” he grins.

That, Minho can’t deny. But Chan had already told him he’s free all day, so he shakes his head. A resounding no. “Not coming. Chan isn’t either.”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes, suspicious. “Are you two gonna meet up?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know where yet,” he starts thinking. Would Chan wanna come over to his place? It’s not as spacious, or as presentable as his home was, and somehow he’s starting to feel self-conscious about his living space.

“You’ll figure it out. I got a class to attend, and a club to get shit-faced in today. I’ll see you tomorrow, probably,” Hyunjin shows a toothy smile, clearly excited. Seems he and Felix are gonna be matching outfits after all.

Minho lays on the couch, on his stomach, and goes back to his chat with Chan, sending his reply.

“Hey Chan. Yeah, I’m free all day.”

“Definitely. We’ve just finished up. We’re just chatting.”

Minho’s thumbs fidget. “Where do you wanna meet up?”

“I honestly would love to have you at my place, those games are still waiting by the way! But it’s getting cleaned up right now. So it’s packed, it wouldn’t be the best to be there when…y’know.”

Chan’s message trails off, followed by an emoji of a face being hidden behind hands. Minho giggles at that, in awe.

Seems like there’s no other option. “You could come over here… to my apartment? Hyunjin actually said he won’t be here all day, he’s getting ready to leave.”

“Perfect. I’ll be there in an hour,” Followed by a winking emoticon.

“Do you want me to send my location or…?”

“Nah, I remember where it is, just give me your apartment number.”

Minho couldn’t hold back the blush on his face, why is he heating up? 

“Great. And I should tell you, my apartment isn’t the most…presentable. As much as me and my roommate try to make it out to be.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sure your place looks great,” Chan assures. “And besides, I’m there for you,” he follows up.

Minho can no longer contain himself, he starts kicking his legs up in excitement on the couch.

Hyunjin, now dressed up, sees this as he makes his way to the living room to put on his shoes. “Woah,” he jolts back a little, joining Minho on the couch to slip into his shoes. “Getting dicked down ASAP, I’m assuming?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

Hyunjin smiles, in awe. “Well, I really gotta go. See you later,” he ruffles Minho’s hair. Minho lays on his back when he hears the door shut and goes back to texting.

“Is there anything in particular you wanna do? Just let me know, I’m down for just about anything.”

“Yeah? You’ll give unwavering support for my foot fetish?”

“You’re into that?” Chan asks, curious, and most definitely unsure if he’ll even be able to do much on that part.

“Nah, that’s Hyunjin’s thing,” Minho sends with a laughing cat emoji.

“Damn, then you better give him a tour of Changbin’s sock drawer at his next party,” Chan sends, he must be losing his mind from laughing from the mix of amused emojis he sent.

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. I’ll get ready now, do you want me to prep ahead?”

For a good few minutes, Chan doesn’t respond, and suddenly the typing bubbles show up. “No need, I like taking my time, I’ll take care of you. Just look pretty for me once I get there.”

In a sudden stride of confidence. “So…do nothing?”

“Pretty much. I’m in the car now, I might get there in twenty minutes. See you soon, gorgeous <3”

Minho finally gets up from the couch. Twenty minutes! He should at least get ready to some extent. And in a matter of minutes, he figures out how to set everything up.

Chan parks his car and looks back at Minho’s text to make sure of the apartment number. He checks his outfit and realizes he really did not put any thought into this. Is there a way he can make slides look attractive? But he doesn't let the thoughts linger too long, they'll be coming off soon anyway.

And that's when his heart starts racing, he'll be seeing Minho again, and it’s not a dream this time. Every time the elevator counts up, he starts feeling hotter and hotter in his shirt, and when he makes it up to Minho’s apartment door he rings the bell, he starts fidgeting with his fingers. He’d never done this before, a million thoughts run through his mind. And when Minho takes a while to get the door he starts to get nervous, should he reschedule? Maybe Minho’s not feeling it today--

And suddenly he hears keys in the lock turning and the door swinging open.

Chan didn’t know what to expect when Minho said he’d get ready, or even his own request of just looking pretty for him. When Minho's head peeks through, Chan is delighted to see him with fluffy bed hair, a few tufts curling up that he wants to so badly play with, in a hoodie.

"Hey," Minho greets, leaning against the doorway to reveal his legs, he's in skin tight boxer shorts.

Chan hopes it isn't obvious he's staring too much, but he really loves those thighs. "Hi," he says back.

Minho giggles as he reaches for the doorknob to swing the door wider for Chan to enter, and judging from the sleeves of the sweater swallowing his hands up, he realizes that Minho's wearing his hoodie, the very one he lent him months ago. And Chan wants to wreck him right then and there, but he can't, not yet.

But Minho really did make sure to look pretty for him once he got there.

Once Chan is inside, Minho locks the door and turns around, leaning back against it, continuing to look so… tempting. “You like what you see?”

Chan nods, at a loss for words. “Pretty,” is all he could say, gaze glued to Minho’s sweater paws playing with the end of his hoodie. Chan’s hoodie.

“I’m all clean. You wanna move to my room or do it right here?” Minho offers.

And if Chan wasn’t hard before, he is now painfully rock solid.

“You like doing it out in the open?”

Minho scoffs. “Well, I have my limits. Not too into the ‘completely out in the open for everybody to see’ type,” he starts walking past Chan towards the living room. Chan nods to that (he feels the same way), following Minho to the living room area. “If it’s in a closed space with the slight chance of people walking in on us? I love it,” he smiles so innocently as he explains. Turning to face Chan, who nods to his every word, as if he's taking a mental note.

"So what you're saying is: I could have taken you in the backseat of my car,” Chan grins, walking up to Minho seated on the couch. Getting closer…and closer.

“I’m totally all for it. I just…” Minho closes the space between them, looking up at Chan with his signature lustful gaze. Sneaking a hand under Chan’s shirt, feeling the muscle underneath. Chan bites his lip to hold back a moan when he feels his fingertips trace around the dips of his abs. “I just really wanted to ride you last time.”

“God…” Chan couldn’t hold back his moan anymore.

“I have lube and condoms under the couch pillows,” Minho whispers. That’s the dealbreaker for Chan to just jump him there, he leans into Minho for a kiss, pushing him back against the couch.

“You planned this?” Chan smirks when he pulls away.

“If there’s a chance you’re into it, I’ll take it,” Minho giggled.

“And you were right. I like this…-like it a lot,” Chan’s hands begin to wander, caressing the sides of his face for another kiss, then down to his shoulders, using his strength to push both of them further into the couch, with Minho practically pinned back against it and Chan on top of him. Bending down slightly with a leg between Minho’s thighs.

He gasps against Minho’s lips when he feels his hands, which have been fondling his abs lower to his sweatpants, stroking his clothed cock, rock hard through the clothing. “You like that?” Minho whispers when they pull away slightly, their lips mere inches apart.

“Mhm,” Chan hums, his hips stuttering and grinding up against Minho’s hand, he rests his head on his shoulder to compose himself. 

Chan looks and feels around the couch for the promised bottle of lube and condoms until--

The sound of keys rustling and the lock turning, unlocking and creaking open. Minho knows that’s Hyunjin, he and Chan share a doomed look but Chan thinks quick on his feet. Hyunjin struggling with the door gives him enough time to lift Minho up and carry him all the way to the hallway, albeit messy because Minho needed a few seconds to process what was happening before he could point to where his room is and Chan struggled with his left and right but they eventually made it to Minho’s room. Chan tosses Minho back against the bed as gently as he could and runs to close the door. 

They both let out the biggest sigh of relief. “Holy shit,” Chan runs a hand through his hair, slowly walking back to Minho to join him on the bed.

Minho clicks his tongue, realizing he left his lube and condoms on the couch. “There goes my perfect set up,” he pouts, looking up at Chan. Positioning himself on top of Minho, his arms resting on the sheets between Minho’s head, he smirks, reaching for his pocket to reveal he’s had a packet of lube and condoms himself.

Minho stops pouting, because he can go back to feeling Chan up again and he brought preparations of his own. Letting him know Chan is eager, ready, and most importantly prepared. Not expecting Minho to do all the work. He feels spoiled already.

Chan lays the packets down to undress Minho, only slipping him out of his boxers. On top of being impatient to undress him fully, Chan wants to keep the hoodie on Minho. Something about Minho wearing his clothes, reaching up to wrap his arms around his neck to pull him closer to press their foreheads together, looking so small and petite. It excites him, heat pooling in his stomach inside as he feels himself getting hard again.

He tosses Minho’s boxers off to the side and rips the packet of lube with his teeth, making sure he gets every last drop poured over his fingers, warming them up before filling Minho up with his lubed up digits, two fingers slowly easing their way in to stretch him open. He adds a third finger, reaching deeper inside and slicking him up. Chan really wants… and needs to take his time, but he feels Minho’s arms around him loosen so he can hold the sides of Chan’s face. “Don’t worry. I can take it,” he giggles, fluttering his lashes.

Chan insists he’ll need a bit more prep but Minho is impatient as well, so he finally pulls his fingers out. Minho reaches down to pull Chan’s cock out of his sweatpants, no boxers underneath. Minho smirks, he loves the easy access. He rips the condom packet up himself and clumsily rolls the condom down and watches Chan stroke himself with the remaining lube on his hands, stroking it ever so slowly to spread it well.

Minho watches and drools whenever the red tip of Chan’s cock disappears in his fist everytime he jerks up. He uses his free hand to lift Minho’s leg up to hook onto his shoulders, folding Minho in half, spreading his gaping entrance wide open. Once fully hard, Chan takes his cock and aligns the tip against Minho’s rim, sliding in all the way. 

Watching Minho’s reaction for any discomfort, and staying completely still when he does, giving him time to get used to the intrusion. Minho grips at the sheets above his head while Chan comforts him by leaving kisses wherever he could, his forehead, neck and exposed collarbones. “Doing so good,” he praises.

“You’re huge,” is all Minho could say.

“Feel good?” Chan asks in the same volume, whispering quietly, continuing to leave kisses until Minho gives him the go.

They freeze for a second when they hear the door to Hyunjin’s room slam shut and lock. Minho brings a finger up to his lips, mouthing the word ‘hush,’ and Chan complies immediately.

A bit hesitant to move, Chan remains stationary until Minho starts moving by himself. “You can go… Don’t be too loud.”

Chan keeps Minho in place by the hips. “I can’t guarantee that, kitten,” he bites his lip when he pulls out all the way, the slide so good. Minho is so hot and wet around him, it’s addicting.

Before Minho could even realize what Chan just called him, he thrusts into him all the way. Minho’s ears are burning up furiously, he bites his lips to hold back a moan, he ends up letting out a helpless mewl. 

“You like that, kitten?” Chan teases, his thrusts increasing in pace, the grip on his hips nearly bruising at his skin, the wet sounds of skin slapping should be making Minho’s entire face glow red, and not to mention the continued use of the pet name, he grips at the sheets tighter. “Oh yeah, you love that,” Chan teases further. 

Minho looks up at him, teary eyes begging for mercy. “ Please -” he chokes on his spit.

“What do you want? Tell me, kitten,” Chan caresses the side of his face, his thumb spreading the spit dripping down the corner of his mouth across his lips.

“Gonna cum,” Minho slurs, licking and sucking around Chan’s thumb to silence himself. Whimpering and moaning around it, pushing Chan to the edge in his own way.

“Fuck,” Chan groans. With no more energy to tease, the pace of his thrusting becomes erratic, sloppy and desperate, his hand now stroking Minho’s length in sync with the movement of his hips. Only now does he notice the sound of the bed creaking, despite their efforts to keep quiet, there’s no way Minho’s neighbors and roommate don’t know what they’re up to.

Chan slowly loses his composure, and stops caring about the noise. He can get away with a few slapping noises right? He hopes so, cause it’s hard to hold back at this point.

He notices Minho looking down, watching the way his abs flex everytime his cock enters and leaves him nearly empty to the tip, his hand around his length, stroking at the same pace. Sparkly eyes and bitten lips, so turned on by the sight. He looks up at Chan, and nods, as if he just read his mind to be loud even for just a second. “Make it quick,” he says explicitly.

And that’s all Chan needed, he slams his hips and buries his cock deep inside of Minho. Head rested against his chest and voice exhausted as he moaned throughout his orgasm, spilling into the condom. Minho’s moan is strangled, releasing all over him and Chan, coating them in white.

Chan’s cock slips out, now non-erect, he collapses on top of Minho for a second before they lay side by side to catch their breaths.

“Holy shit,” Minho gasps, he looks absolutely ruined. Chan’s heart couldn’t stop racing, clearly he’s exhausted. But the longer they lay like that, the weirder they feel sweaty in their clothes.

They giggle when they notice Soonie was there the whole time, napping off somewhere in the room and finally hopping on the bed once they've stopped moving, Minho and Chan give him a few apologetic pets before eventually getting up to shower.

Minho whines when he takes his (Actually Chan’s) hoodie, realizing he came all over it. “Thankfully, I’m doing all the laundry,” he tries to be hopeful about it.

Chan undresses out of his own clothes, leaving them in the corner of the bathroom. “You wanna keep it?”

Minho’s eyes widen, not realizing that Chan hadn’t actually said it’s his anymore, even though it fits him in a way that makes him look so small, he loves it.

Chan laughs. “It’s all yours, I could get it cleaned for you and you can have it back if you want?”

This guy never stops showing just how sweet he can be. Minho would have to decline though. “I got it, thank you though.”

And they share a moment of silence just to smile at each other, completely naked and vulnerable. When Minho notices this he snaps out of it and pulls himself and Chan into the shower stall, turning the hot water on to finally clean up.

Seeing Chan completely naked, Minho couldn’t help himself. At some point, while rubbing the soap down to Minho’s back, using it as an opportunity to trace the rim of his entrance, still slick with lube. Chan eventually pins Minho back against the wall and strokes their cocks together in one hand. Grinding when his arm grows tired, opting to make out while frotting, Minho tries his best not to slip when he lifts a leg up and melts when Chan licks into his mouth.

This is heavenly.

Cumming for the second time, they had to clean up for a second time as well. They hear a knock at the bathroom door in the middle of them drying their hair, making Minho squeak and Chan stumble slightly.

“Minho!?” Hyunjin calls. “I didn’t realize you were here! I heard the shower was on.”

“Hyunjin? You’re back already?” A million questions and concerns in Minho’s mind. Did Hyunjin hear them at all? Was he listening in on them during their little frotting session? Was he listening the whole time!?

“You won’t believe it! Classes got canceled, Felix texted me about it a little too late. Now I’m texting him to see if he’s down to hang out early and he said yes. He’s downstairs ready to pick me up. I just wanna let you know the car is all yours today,” he informs him before leaving, not letting Minho give a few words before going.

A blessing in disguise because Minho is officially too fucked out to speak.

The sound of the front door shutting makes them let out the second sigh of relief for the second time that day, this seems to be a recurring pattern by now. Minho is relieved because Hyunjin didn’t sound suspicious in the slightest. They finally finish up and dry off completely, Chan’s clothes are totally soaked…and soiled, so Minho lends him clothes of his own, completely refusing to give his hoodie back, it’s his now after all.

“Do you have anything more loose?” Chan looks at himself in the full body mirror. “This is kinda tight around my shoulders,” he comments on the shirt Minho lent him. He didn’t think it wouldn’t fit but seeing how it perfectly outlines his broad shoulders, Minho indulges himself for a bit, staring before he gives Chan one of his hoodies, one that’s too big even for him. 

Minho is on his bed, giving Soonie several comforting pets while he waits for Chan to get fully dressed, he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…” Minho starts, watching for Chan’s reaction. He sees the curiosity on his face and feels safe to continue. “Wanna have a meal with me? I can make us something. Soonie has to eat anyway,” Minho offers.

Chan joins Minho on the bed momentarily to give Soonie pets on his forehead with his finger. “Of course, this little guy needs a good meal,” he says. Minho feels warm inside, seeing Chan be so sweet with his pet. “You need help?”

Minho scoffs. “I don’t know how good you are at cooking, but when Hyunjin grabs a spatula I start panicking,” he giggles as he picks Soonie up and walks towards the kitchen, Chan follows suit who is laughing.

“You have no idea. Jisung and Changbin are no help when we eat together, I end up doing all the work,” he puts his hand up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! We practically leaped for joy when Changbin cracked an egg into a bowl without a shell making it in,” he exclaims, it’s Minho’s turn to laugh.

“Looks like you’re helping me then. Not like I’ll be making anything serious, I’ve just had a couple of steaks I wanted to try but Hyunjin hasn’t been in the mood to try them with me so…” Minho looks down on his feet, suddenly shy.

Chan smiles. “Oh, how romantic!”

Minho blushes, nudging Chan by the arm when he sets Soonie down to wander, but he never protests or disapproves of his words. “Just take it out of the fridge and unseal it.”

“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Chan chuckles, opening the fridge in search of the steaks.

Minho’s face starts to feel hot. Why does he keep saying that? Does he really mean that, or is he continuing the sweet talk? For what reason though, and why’d he call him kitten , and why does Soonie love rubbing up against Chan so much. It’s not helping!

It’d be really strange to ask though, maybe that’s how he usually is. He does seem like a sweetheart in general. Minho stays satisfied with that conclusion.

To his surprise, things go by smoothly. As Chan promised, he’s an excellent sous chef. Now they’re seated at the dining table and amidst them enjoying the steaks and vegetables, complimenting the sear and flavors, they take a while to realize that not too long ago they almost had sex on the couch, so the lube and condoms are out in the open between the pillows

Hopefully Hyunjin didn’t see it.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have been so reckless,” he starts poking at his food. “We should’ve started in a more secluded place.”

Chan’s brows furrow, shaking his head. “Not at all, I told you, I’m down for almost anything. Plus, everything turned out fine, right?” He traces the back of Minho’s hand to comfort him.

It works. “Your place was nice though.”

“Things turned out perfect then too, save for Jisung calling me,” he notes.

“That wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t pick up,” Minho pouts. “Not to say I didn’t love it,” he smirks.

“I know what you mean. But really, if it’s too much I won’t hesitate to stop. I’ll tell you if something is too much, so you tell me if something I do is too much, alright? Last thing I wanna do is disrespect you like that.”

Minho feels his heart skip a beat at his words. He notices his face heating up again, he has to look away from Chan in case it’s growing red too. Eyes now focused on his plate, playing with the bits left on his fork before finishing it up. “Of course.”

When he finally looks back at Chan he sees a small smile on his face, relieved that Minho is communicating with him.

There was so much they talked about in the span of them eating and cleaning the dishes and doing the laundry, packing the clothes Chan wore in a little paper bag Chan can take home. Chan, of course, helped with that and the topic of movies came up, where they discover their shared love for action movies. Suddenly the lights are off, the television is playing a movie jam packed with action, and throughout it they couldn’t stop laughing together, making jokes about the several cliches and predictable plot twists upcoming. It was pleasant.

Very pleasant. He realizes Chan spent nearly half the day with him, and he was enjoying it. Or at least Minho hoped he was, Chan’s always smiling whenever he looks at him.

Minho felt very safe, when he lays his head on Chan’s shoulder while they share the same blanket his heart feels so full. Minho can’t help himself.

“I’m so…” he starts. Chan turns the volume down so he can hear Minho better. “So happy ,” he says.

He doesn’t remember much after that, he recalls Chan saying something but it comes out as a muffle. And before he knows it, it’s the next morning and he’s in his room. He rubs his eyes and scratches his hair, unsure of how he got there. He checks his phone for the time and sees he received a message from Chan last night.

“Hey, I’m guessing you’ll be reading this once you wake up. You fell asleep during the end credits so I carried you to your room and tucked you in before leaving. I wanted to thank you for spending time with me, I really enjoyed it.”

Smiles, Minho is pure smiles.

“That’s really sweet of you, Chan. I had a good night's rest. I wanna thank you for yesterday as well. I had fun.”

Minho bites his lip, typing out a risky text. “It’s a shame you didn’t stay over. Don’t think I forgot you telling me you wished I slept with you for morning sex,” he sends it quickly before closing his phone. Embarrassed and unsure about where he found the confidence to type that, they haven't texted like this before so he's really testing the waters here.

He gets out of bed and walks over to the balcony, where his clothes had been drying up. He folds them neatly and takes it to his room, and suddenly he hears his phone ringing, he sets his phone down to see it’s a call from Jisung. Minho realizes, scrolling through his other notifications that Jisung sent him seven other missed calls. Urgently, Minho answers. “Hello?”

“Minho! Finally, I called 'cause Hyunjin slept over at my place. Could you come here and pick him up?”

“Did something happen?”

“Nothing bad, don’t worry. I’ll send you my location, come get him when you’re free today, yeah?” Jisung says calmly through the phone. Minho relaxes.

“Yeah, actually I can head over right now. Lemme just sort my clothes and get dressed,” he starts rummaging through his clothes and arranging them by a certain category.

“Great! Don’t worry, Hyunjin isn't going anywhere,” Jisung giggles, and Minho does too.

He drops the call and places his clothes in his wardrobe and when he gets to Chan's hoodie, well, it’s his hoodie now. He couldn’t resist, putting it on and wearing a pair of sweatpants over the boxers he slept in. He grabs his car keys and follows the location during his drive to Jisung’s apartment.

At this point, Minho shouldn’t be surprised to find out Chan’s friends are living lavishly. Considering Changbin’s mansion, Chan’s villa, he should’ve been prepared to see the tall building that the GPS claimed was the destination. He parks right outside of it, checking his messages to make sure he got the right apartment number. Once he’s stood in front of the door, he takes a deep breath, giving Jisung a call, but it’s left ringing. Minho is confused, so he rings the bell, but before he could even do that, Jisung swings the door open and pulls Minho in by the shirt, causing him to shriek.

“What the hell!” he stumbles slightly, turning to Jisung with a scowl.

“Good morning,” Jisung greets, as if he didn’t just yank Minho in with ease.

“Morning. Where’s Hyunjin,” he asks, readjusting his hoodie, which Jisung looks at for a good minute.

“Oh, he’s in my room. He’ll be up in a bit, I think. In the meantime…” Jisung walks over to the kitchen area with a kettle of hot water. “Want some coffee?”

“Sure, I haven’t had any,” he grabs the mug Jisung hands him. “How’s your project going?”

Jisung’s face lights up, pouring coffee into Minho’s mug. “My professor liked it!”

“He better. You were on my ass for weeks about it!” Minho laughs uncontrollably.

Jisung smirks at that. “Speaking of ass. Why didn’t you tell me you were getting Chan’s dick wet.”

Minho chokes on his coffee and sets the mug down on the breakfast bar, surely he’s left a crack on it from the sharp noise that hits both of their ears. “How the fuck--?”

“How’d I know? Come on, Minho. I’m not that dumb.”

Minho raises a brow at, calming down immediately.

“Don’t,” Jisung stops Minho from bringing up any moment where he was exceptionally dumb. “Hyunjin and I talked about it at the club yesterday.”

“Wait. You and Hyunjin?” His eyes widened, panicked again, fearing for his life.

Jisung chuckles. “You think I wouldn’t pick up on why you were struggling to speak when you picked up my call with Chan’s phone?” Minho purses his lips. “And Hyunjin told me you and Chan met up yesterday, he was sure you two hooked up in your apartment. He had to leave immediately,” he chuckles, probably imagining how Hyunjin told him what he’d witnessed prior to seeing him.

Minho’s jaw drops. “You- you can’t prove that,” he stutters. Damn.

“Uh huh, totally. And that hoodie you’re wearing definitely isn’t Chan’s,” Jisung points to his hoodie.

“It’s Balenciaga, Chan’s favorite. I was wondering why he hasn’t worn it in a while,” he smirks at Minho’s devastated expression

Minho has no leeway to deny any of that. “Dammit. You got me,” he hides his face in his hands. He should’ve known better not to wear the hoodie. It has a distinct design to it that Jisung definitely noticed in an instant. But he couldn’t resist.

“What’s there to be ashamed of? I mean, it’s not as bad as Changbin and Hyunjin horribly pining for each other,” he assures.

“It’s not about that though. I don’t mind you or Hyunjin knowing but…”

“But what? You think Chan would be upset that we found out you guys are fucking? I don’t think so…”

“No, it’s not that. I…” Minho pulls away, clearing his throat. “I like him…”

It was Jisung’s turn to choke on his coffee. “You do?”

“A lot.”

“Damn, that’s some progress.”

Minho scoffs, resting his face on the breakfast bar, the cold marble cooling the side of his face. “You say that as if Chan feels the same way.”

Jisung hums. “I don’t know if he does, or doesn’t. But…”

“But…?”

“Two months ago, I think? Maybe longer than that. He was looking for somebody he said was his favorite one night stand, an architect major with a pretty face. He’s been looking for him for quite a while, and about a week ago Changbin and I noticed he’s been in a really good mood. We assumed he finally found him. And I noticed he and you seemed way too comfortable when I initially thought I was introducing you two at the cafe. So y’know,” he shrugs.

Damn, Jisung has a good eye. Or maybe they’re just very obvious.

“You let him know already?” a soft and groggy voice grows from behind them.

Minho sits up and turns from his chair. He sees Hyunjin with smudged makeup, disheveled hair, in his outfit from yesterday.

“You!” Minho points at him accusingly. “You knew!?” 

“Duh. First of all, you left your lube and condoms on the couch, and our apartment has very thin walls,” Hyunjin crosses his arms. “I don’t think there’d be any reason you were in the shower for that long unless you were with somebody,” he and Jisung cackle at that.

“Sorry, I was planning for us to do it on the couch,” Minho drops the accusing hand and rests them on the counter, while Hyunjin walks to take the seat next to him.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had sex on that couch countless times, and haven't apologized once!” Hyunjin snorts.

Minho stares at him with utter fear in his eyes.

“ Oh! So it’s wrong when I’m doing it?” Hyunjin whines.

“No! But you’ve done it countless times?”

“I think you can understand being so horny you can’t be bothered to walk to your own room.”

“You’re right,” Minho settles down.

Jisung just stares at them. “Alright then,” he clasps his hands together. “I think you two can agree you have some deep cleaning to do on that couch. In the meantime,” Jisung walks to the front door and opens it. “Hyunjin’s awake, so you two are good to go.”

Hyunjin and Minho share a laugh while they get up from their seats. “See you around,” Minho waves at him, and Hyunjin shoots him a wink which Minho most definitely didn’t miss.

Huh, what’s that about?

Minho pays it no mind and walks both of them to his car. “So, this Chan guy. I brought him up cause I learned he’s Jisung’s best friend and the more he talked about him the more I got it. I wish you two the best,” Hyunjin comforts him while getting in the passenger's seat

Minho smiles, huffing out a gentle laugh. He feels his heart at ease seeing all the support he’s getting and the validation for his feelings.

He hasn’t felt this safe about his feelings in a while.

 

***

 

It’s been five years since Minho had feelings for anyone. Back in high school, the school year began with a boy who’d suddenly come into his life and tried to win his heart. Minhyuk, the boy that’d slip him notes during class, gave him encouragement before he headed for his dance tournaments, praising Minho when he learned he’d gotten a good grade in his exams.

Minho felt loved. And when Minhyuk pulled him away from his friend group during recess and confessed to him in front of the entire cafeteria that he wanted to make things official, with the additional request of a date. The ever so handsome and sweet Minhyuk.

Minho would be a fool to say no.

Minhyuk was the sweetest before they dated, and the second they became boyfriends, it was doubled. Calling Minho his most beautiful and gorgeous, sweet-talking Minho to the point of melting in his arms when they’d share an embrace. 

During the end of the school year, though. Minhyuk’s affection began to falter and his kind words were fading. Minho had given himself explanations, because Minhyuk refused to elaborate.

‘Maybe he’s stressed. We are graduating soon after all.’

Minho had no reason to suspect anything was up. The week after their exams, he put in the effort to bike all the way to his apartment as a little celebration together, with gifts and praises ready, he anticipates Minhyuk to open the door and finally be able to relax. But as soon as he sees Minhyuk, he sees nothing but pure and utter rage.

“What’s wrong with you?” Minhyuk snaps.

Minho’s taken aback, Minhyuk’s never talked to him like this before.

He starts fidgeting with the gifts in his hands, averting eye contact. “I just… wanted to see you. Exams are done after all.”

Minhyuk lets out a dry, pathetic laugh and runs his hand through his hair, relieving the stress he’s under. “I thought I told you before, I don’t want you coming here.”

Minho’s blood starts to boil. “You don’t want me here? You told me that’s what your parents said…” he tries to come off as stern, but his voice grows weak at the end.

“And you believed that?” Minhyuk continues his laugh, he walks towards Minho to put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be honest with you, I hated every single day I had to see you.” his words pierce through Minho’s heart, and the strength in his hands disappear, dropping the box of gifts. “You just couldn’t keep your goddamn hands to yourself!” Minhyuk nearly spits, truly enraged.

Minho’s eyes are now fixed to the floor, refusing to look at Minhyuk. “Why’d you try to be sweet with me and ask me out in the first place?”

After a few seconds of silence, he finally looks back at Minhyuk, whose gaze is seething, pure anger boring holes through him.

“You know what I’d get if I made it to the end of the year dating a guy?” Minhyuk asks, pulling his phone up to show a bank transfer sent in by his friends.

A total of ₩250,000.

With several messages attached.

‘Didn’t know you had it in you. I damn near threw up seeing him all over you,’ one message read.

‘Yeah, what a whore. Congrats Minhyuk,’ another one read.

Minho can feel his throat closing up, like thorns choking him. “I didn’t know I was worth so little,” his voice grows nearly silent, trying not to make it clear it was trembling.

“Oh, babe, ” Minhyuk says mockingly. “You aren’t worth shit. You dumb fuck,” he pokes Minho on his shoulder, slightly kicking away the gifts Minho bought him, until his feet aren’t on the welcoming mat. “If you haven’t gotten it yet, we’re done. Don’t show your face around me ever again, unless you want me to throw up,” he spits.

But at that point, Minho stops hearing anything. White noise taking over, in his eyes and ears. All he remembered was continuously falling off his bike, his vision blurred with tears on his way back home.

How could he be so stupid? All the times he wanted to hang out together alone without his friends, he refused. Not wanting to hold hands or be physical in any way. Not that Minho required physical contact to feel love but he never wanted them to be intimate together alone. They rarely had a moment alone to begin with.

To this day, Minho curses himself for being so naive.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too long until graduation. But time didn’t move fast enough for Minho to escape, he still had to stomach the rumors that spread. Word of him being a naive little boy that got played and thrown in the dirt by the end.

Luckily, he didn’t need to beg when he asked for his parents approval to move out of Gyeonggi to Seoul, with the promise that he’d get into a SKY university and come back home with a degree they’d be proud to see in due time.

He’s in the process of getting there but he realizes. It’s been years since then and yet it still affects him to this day. He’s ever had a man, who he hooked up with, that made him want more, or made him feel like he was someone to want more out of. He hasn’t had anyone talk to him that left him feeling they should be in his life for much longer than he feels is ‘necessary’.

Which is why he didn’t like parties. No matter how much he tried to experience it in his first year, or how much his roommate raved on about how fun they were. He only ever went a good handful of times, and the second time was when he met Chan.

Chan, who was so interested in who he was. For the longest time he’d been insecure about how people didn’t care or see who he was. When someone calls him beautiful and hears the next few words be a clear demand for sex, he loses hope. If he wanted more? He’s clingy and unattractive. If he wanted less or didn’t want it at all? He’s stingy and still unattractive.

It’s like he’s been stuck in limbo for the longest time. And he’d just accepted he wasn’t someone capable of being loved, and the only time someone ever will is if they were pretending, or would benefit from it.

And even if he and Chan have a friendly relationship with the addition of having sex. Minho has never felt so…

Loved.

Chan means what he says, and he can feel it. Chan cares about how Minho feels and never selfishly indulges in his own interest with no consideration for Minho. He doesn’t leave him in the dark despite knowing each other for such a short amount of time.

And after recently learning Chan was also searching for him. Wanting another experience to remember together. That’s the first time Minho felt…wanted.

And Minho knows now that Chan means every bit of his words. Sticking around to hang with him even if there was no sex involved at the end, simply wanting to be with Minho.

 

***

 

It was twelve in the afternoon, Minho ended up lost in his thoughts on their way back to their apartment that he didn’t notice the notification in his phone.

It’s from Chan. And Minho is not at all disappointed with Chan’s reaction to his risky message.

Several blushing emojis. “I honestly did think of sleeping over, but something came up and I had to go. I definitely would have made you breakfast as thanks for dinner last night.”

“Please don’t mention it,” Minho smiles, feeling himself blush. “Something came up? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, actually, I can talk to you about it today if you’re free?”

Minho checks his schedule. Night classes and one project due by the end of the month. “Definitely.”

“Great. My house is free, you remember where it is right?” 

“Of course, see you in a few.”

Minho is ecstatic. Not only did Chan warmly welcome him, but he excitedly led him to the living room with the unopened games they promised they’d play together. And just like that, they’re on the couch, playing a marvel game Minho thought he’d have to wait until next year to even get a hold on indulging in snacks and chatter, making comments about the game graphics, controls and who their favorite spiderman is.

“So what happened last night?” Minho asks, the game paused.

Chan’s smile drops, suddenly nervous, his thumbs fidgeting. “My family is on their way here, they’ll be staying over for a week and…”

Minho tilts his head. Why is Chan upset telling him this? “And what’s wrong?” he comforts him, his hand playing with Chan’s hair.

“I spend as much time as I can with them. My friends know this, whenever they’re over I won’t be hanging out with them for however long they’re here so…” He trails off for a moment. “I won’t be too active for a chat. And I’ll only head out if it’s with them or going to class.”

Minho’s heart swells. Is he upset he won’t get to see him often? He shakes his head at that, his hand in Chan’s hair now moved to the side of his face. “Please, you spoil me enough. I know you must miss your family so much, spend as much time as you can with them, yeah?”

Chan nods. He’s so handsome like this, surely he just got out of bed and yet he looks so breathtaking.

“It’s not that they won’t let me hang out with my friends, it’s just a personal thing. I miss them a lot and I only see them twice a year.” Minho can sympathize with that. “They always wanna meet the people in my life before they go, though. If you want, I could have you meet them, even for a small bit?”

Minho smiles, excited already. “That’d be great. When are they arriving?”

“My mom messaged me a few hours ago, they’re on the way here. I’ll be picking them up from the airport later in the evening,” Minho hums at his words, and giggles when Chan turns to face him, leaning in forward to push him back against the couch, slowly grinding up against Minho, the friction causing them to moan softly. “In the meantime though…” Chan trails off before Minho pulls him in for a kiss, their moans growing in volume throughout the house.

Minho couldn’t stop giggling, realizing when he felt around for the lube and condoms in the couch cushions, this was Chan’s way of making up for them not being able to do it on Minho’s couch back in his apartment.

They came a total of three times that afternoon. They noticed the sun was setting by the time they made it to the guest bathroom to clean up, it was downstairs and Minho felt bad about walking around the house naked. 

“Would it be weird to say that I’ll miss you?” Minho starts, he’s balled up in the bathtub, the hot water relaxing and calming, sitting across from Chan.

“Of course not. I’ll miss you too.”

“Cause you won’t sleep with anyone for a while?”

Chan shakes his head, he’s serious. “Gonna miss hanging out with you,” he moves closer towards Minho, playing with his wet hair. “Gonna miss it when you talk about Soonie and the stuff you like. I don’t mind if we don’t sleep together by the end of it.”

Minho hopes that the heat of the water can explain why his face is growing so hot, he looks at Chan and his face has an adorable shade of pink across his cheeks.

“I feel the same,” Minho pouts. Chan’s always so attentive with him. “Thank you, Chan,” he says, he couldn’t even begin to list down the things he’s specifically thanking Chan for.

Chan grins, as if he understands. “Of course, kitten.”

Minho never fails to heat up whenever Chan calls him that. He loves it. He kept calling him that a few hours ago, while Chan had his hands pinned over his head, at his complete mercy repeatedly calling him his kitten.

Minho will have to handle not being able to see him for a week. 

 

“I can still text you right?” Minho asks for confirmation in Chan’s car, which is already parked right outside of his apartment.

“Yeah,” Chan turns to look at Minho, his arm resting on the wheel. Attractive. “I always give Changbin and Jisung their obligatory updates by the end of the day, so I'll be up to see your pictures of Soonie or what meal you made on a certain day,” he grins.

Minho feels giddy when Chan says that. He leans in to give Chan a kiss on the forehead, giggling at the reaction Chan gives him right after, completely dumbfounded and in pure awe. “That'd be great. See you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah…” Chan sighs dreamily. “I gotta be at the airport in thirty minutes. Have a good night, Minho.”

“You too,” Minho hesitantly exits the car and makes his way into the apartment. 

 

And the teasing look on Hyunjin’s face when he enters amuses him only momentarily.

“What’s wrong?” Hyunjin asks, petting Minho’s hair, face buried in his pillows as he screams into them. 

“I don’t know if I could wait a week,” he pouts.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

 

*

 

Luckily, it was a busy week for Minho. He worked overtime to get his project done as soon as possible but it’s not enough to distract him. He can send Chan a few texts but it often dies down after a few messages, and he isn’t upset about that by any means, he’s spending time with his family. He just…

“Miss him already?” Jisung laughs at Minho, who’s lying exhausted on the floor with his model project right next to him halfway done. He’s over at their apartment because he and Hyunjin have become insanely close, attached to the hip almost.

“Obviously, ever since you gave him Chan’s instagram handle he’s been losing it,” Hyunjin reports, and Minho can’t deny that. The second he found Chan’s instagram page he was met with several posts of him at the beach, with his family and friends, some in his room making music. Pure eye candy for Minho, but it’s not enough.

“Why are you acting like you can’t text him? He’s actually pretty active compared to before, he almost never messaged at all,” Jisung teases, joining Minho on the floor.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “It’s almost like Chan has a new loverboy he wants to pay attention to,” he joins the teasing. Minho grumbles with his face squished against his arm. 

“He’s not my lover,” Minho corrects.

Jisung and Hyunjin boo him. “You know damn well you don’t even believe that,” Hyunjin cackles. “Don’t think I don’t see you sighing dreamily when he makes a new post looking wholesome with his parents.”

Minho blushes. He’s learned recently that he’s not as sneaky as he likes to think he is. “Like a princess yearning for his pirate prince to return to his arms,” Jisung says excitedly with his hands clasped together, ever the hopeless romantic.

Minho blushes harder. He’s glad his friends are calm and even supportive about his whole situation with Chan, rooting for both of them.

Jisung says something about Chan being more relaxed than ever before, less tense and more lax, sometimes even sleeping longer than five hours. But Minho highly doubts he had anything to do with that. Or Jisung insists Chan’s suddenly been interested in cats or has considered enrolling for a minor in architecture, he’s sure he’s just saying that to feed into his fantasies. 

He wishes though, that was true. Chan, without doing it on purpose, made him discover just how many caring people there are out there. How he put himself out there during the months he searched for him, making friends that constantly wished him well, and acquaintances in his classes that didn’t make him feel like a prop but a needed addition to make the atmosphere brighter. His mood has improved too, more upbeat and less skeptical about people that try to get closer to him, he’d even managed to have a pleasant conversation with the security guard of his campus parking lot! Though he’s not a complete extrovert, it’s a breath of fresh air to try something he’d been so scared to do for the longest time. 

Parties still aren’t his thing, but smaller gatherings like study sessions and group projects have made him stop dreading the thought of interacting with other people. Of course, there will be people with ulterior motives and hidden agendas. Instead of running away, Minho has found the strength to learn that he shouldn’t let that push away from making connections, because there are also people he’s thankful to have started a conversation with.

It's been an eventful three months and Minho never expected so much to be handed to him the more he stepped out of his shell.

And he has Chan to thank for that.

Minho smiles, gluing a few more pieces to his model. He’s almost done but he thinks he should get a well deserved break from sitting on the floor, continuously refusing to join Hyunjin on the couch after discovering he’d been soiling them for months and has yet to deep clean it. They really should get around to doing that, it’s a good couch.

"I promise I'll get it cleaned," Hyunjin whines. Jisung doesn't seem to mind, sitting back next to Hyunjin on the couch.

He smiles, he and Hyunjin have been roommates for years, sharing a car, meals and routines, but they were never this close, this comfortable. He has Chan to thank for that too, and he should give Hyunjin full credit for begging him to be his designated sober driver friend at a party.

Because if he said no. None of this would have happened.

"Don't worry about it. I'll handle that," he assures, picking his project up. "I'm gonna get some rest."

Hyunjin nods. "For sure, I saw you working on that during the ass crack of dawn. Please, get some rest. We promise we won’t burn the kitchen down when we get dinner ready,” he jokes. Minho laughs, he’s been doing that a lot lately. It’s nice.

Minho sets his project down and admires it for a second, it's really coming together. He deserves to get some rest before he finishes it up.

He gets under his blankets and grabs the pillow he's assigned as his 'cuddle-pillow'. Imagining big strong arms wrapped around him, and soft plump lips pressing kisses on his forehead. Warmth and comfort enveloping his body with a low, endearing voice with kind words soothing him to sleep echoing through his mind that has him giggling to himself before dozing off.

 

*

 

It’s the sixth day since Chan’s family has been over. He’s been feeling nervous all week.

Firstly because his moms been badgering him on how dusty the house is, despite him literally just having it cleaned last week! He barely sits anywhere around the place. Other than his room, their home looks like a show villa for crying out loud!

He’s on the couch watching his younger sister and brother play with his consoles, enjoying the games that weren’t yet available back in Australia. He’s so fond of them, he can't help but tease them when they lose a level or have difficulties with a certain obstacle, but it has to be cut short because dinner is ready.

This is when he starts being more nervous. He’s been worried sick all week because he hasn’t let them know that he’s been seeing Minho, who’s been excited to meet them through text. He’s been trying to think of how he could bring it up. It must be obvious that he’s nervous to his mom, ever the perceptive mother, she points this out.

“What’s on your mind?” she asks, placing Chan’s favorite cut of meat on his plate. “You look like you’re trying to burn holes into your plate,” she laughs lightly.

“You know, Changbin and Jisung are coming over tomorrow before you leave, right?” He starts, finally focused on his plate, his appetite back when both of his parents nod, listening to him.

“Of course. We’re pleased to meet them, always,” His dad assures.

“Well, there’s a new friend coming over as well,” he says. Why is his voice disappearing?”

“A new friend, you say?” His mother asks, her face brightens up. "Where'd you meet?"

"He's from uni. I first met at Changbin’s place. He was invited for a bit and I saw him with Jisung. I figured since he knows my bestest friends so well, I should be acquainted with him and well…”

I really like him.

“I think he’s a good addition! So I’d like you all to get to know him too.”

His mom and dad stare at each other for a good few minutes, share a knowing nod and turn to Chan. “That’s very sweet, Chan. We look forward to seeing him.”

Chan’s face lights up at that. “You guys will really like him. I’m sure of it!”

His father puts his hands up with a laugh. “You had us sold the second you said you had someone to introduce. You’re very bright, and Changbin and Jisung are absolute sweethearts. We’re sure your mother and I will feel the same about your new friend as well.”

Chan feels warm inside. “I’m glad.” 

He could safely say dinner was a success, he’s back in his room now after cleaning the dishes and helping his family pack up. He lays back on his bed without a slight care in the world.

That went by smoother than he thought.

Much smoother than before.

 

***

 

Chan has never been a stranger to partying and hook-up culture. He had his moments back in high school, and it was always to a severe degree. Nearly every week he’d be swinging side to side in a pathetic attempt to walk home a few blocks nearby, too drunk for his own good with the music blasting too loud for his liking in his inebriated state, and the person he’d talk to or be talked into bed with is blurry. And he always feels so…empty afterwards.

Trying to get past the headaches from the hangovers and the grogginess in his body when he tries to leave, dreading the morning breath of his own and the person he’d just slept with. He wants nothing more than to pull away from it the second he sobered up.

He needed a wake up call to stop.

And that was in the form of Younghyun. Three years his senior when he just entered university. Chan was head over heels, he was tall, handsome and they could bond about anything for hours on end, and his voice. It made Chan’s heart skip a beat, he felt he couldn’t want anyone more than he wanted him.

He always saw him, prior to talking to him. He always noticed him with a bottle in his hand, chugging it straight down with people circling around him to cheer. Chan would always see the circle of people spotting him and waving, making Younghyun notice him too. That’s happened countless times that he figures there’s nothing stopping him from starting up a conversation.

He was sure Younghyun was interested, when he shared his english name to be ‘Brian’, Chan couldn’t even remember why he shared that, too fixated on the fact that he was given that special bit of information about him, and therefore he himself felt special.

And he was sure he wasn’t seeing things when Younghyun would reciprocate his more-than-friendly touches, sending him winks and suggestive comments that has Chan feeling hot under the weather and unable to make it another hour where he isn’t stuffing his hand down his pants.

And when Younghyun kissed him one night, alone in the balcony of somebody’s apartment during a party. 

He was sure he felt the same.

When Younghyun laid himself out and had a night spent with Chan, waking up together in his bed, realizing it was all real.

He was most definitely sure.

Younghyun would kiss him and talk to him the exact same way he always did and Chan was in deep. He would do absolutely everything for him, drive him wherever he wanted, spoil him to wherever he liked to eat or spend time in and Chan couldn’t be more happy than he was when he spent anything for him.

Chan was so, so in love.

It was summer, they made it to four months together and around that time was his family’s obligatory flight to come stay over at his place for the week. Chan was ecstatic, knowing they could spend an entire month of summer break together and becoming acquainted with his parents before the next semester started.

They spent the night together when Chan gently woke him up to announce the news to him. “My parents are coming over this weekend. And I want to introduce you to them!” he said with such a bright grin.

And he could still vividly remember the way Younghyun leaped out of bed with utter fear in his eyes, rummaging through the sheets and floor for his clothes.

Chan panicked, was he rushing it?

Remaining calm, he gets out of bed too. “I’m not pressuring you, of course! If you want to see them another time then--”

“Are you fucking stupid?” Younghyun nearly spits, his tone was one Chan had never heard before. “I don’t want your goddamn parents seeing me!”

Chan felt the first crack in his heart. “What?” he says so softly.

He watched Younghyun put his pants on. Chan didn’t know whether to beg him to stay or just watch.

Younghyun finally gets dressed and looks at Chan with utter contempt. “You think I’ll let you do that? What, do you think we were getting married?” He scoffs. “I didn’t think you were in this deep,” he says, almost laughing.

“What are you saying?” Chan is trembling now.

“You,” he starts. “You are the guy everybody talks about everywhere I go. You have this nice house, that car outside and fuck you have all sorts of people in my god damn ear talking about how they want you.”

Chan’s heart aches, and his jaw clenches. Brows furrowed in what he tries to convey as confusion, betrayal, anger and sorrow. But it just comes out as sorrow. “You…” 

You don’t feel the same?

But Chan never completes the sentence.

“Me? I couldn’t have been luckier,” he laughs mockingly. “I saw how bad you had it in for me and I’d be dumb to let that chance pass me by. I like when you drive me around your nice car, treat me to all those expensive places with everybody watching in envy. I loved it all, but…” He slowly walks up to Chan, who tenses up and freezes in place until Younghyun is in front of him, looking down on him. “You? It’s pathetic you even thought anybody would want you for more than your money,” he spits, or nearly would have if Chan didn’t push him back, fight or flight kicking in, cutting off whatever more Younghyun had to see.

He continued to push him back all the way outside of his house. He ignored every single one of his screams in protest at being shoved until he eventually fell to his knees on the driveway. “Call a cab, or take the bus. You’re on your own,” he says as calmly as he possibly could with all the strength he could muster up before slamming the door shut and locking it.

A few minutes of aggressive door knocking and kicking pass until Chan can discreetly see from his window that he’s finally let up and left.

Chan checks on his phone to delete his contact and block him everywhere, tears clouding his vision. He checks their chat one last time to see their last messages. One of Chan sending an ‘I love you’ and Younghyun being unresponsive of it.

He throws his phone at his couch and watches it bounce off to the carpet before he loses it, not even caring if it breaks. How could he not realize it?

“Fuck!” he screams, falling apart on the couch, curling up and bawling into his hands as he cries hysterically. His tears and incoherent screaming turned into screams of desperation, as if begging for help. But he calls for no one, only lying there in pain.

Chan couldn’t do much about it anyway. Younghyun was in his last year, Chan was in his first. Had they stayed together, he gets the feeling he would’ve left him in the dirt without a trace of where he could be. He thinks that would’ve been a more painful way to find out he was never loved.

Nevertheless, it still hurts.

For the next half of that year, he was alone and for the worst parts of that year, he was a bitter mess. It was only until he met Jisung and Changbin, two people he shared classes with that were persistent about getting through to Chan and he was thankful of their persistence. After opening up about what happened to him in his first year and how things turned out, they were quick to jump the gun. Well, Jisung was more inclined to do that, Changbin dragged him around to let him live for the first time in a while, venting and finally laughing. Laughing to the point of tears.

Chan couldn’t ask for better friends.

His mind was a blur for the next few years. Finally finding his groove back into partying, only exclusively if it’s held by Jisung or Changbin. He sees the exact same people, regardless of how much he cares for them, he feels trapped in that vicious cycle again. Partying until he’s sick, studying until his brain blows a fuse, the stress is neverending. He feels like he’ll never escape the vile words that came out of Younghyun’s mouth.

‘It’s pathetic you even thought anybody would want you for more than your money,’

The words sink deep into his skin, like pins and needles burrowing into his entire being. Those sharp words and hateful eyes burning through his soul as that sickening voice fills his mind.

He hasn’t dated or hooked up with anyone since then. People would try but he can only politely decline, anytime it was obvious they wanted him for his money, he felt like throwing up, running away and heading straight home without an explanation. People would always wonder why Chan gets like that, Changbin and Jisung always back him up the best they could.

Eventually he stopped being the center of the party. Being there made him remember how Younghyun was there, remembering the times he’d be with him drowning in bottomless drinks.

Now, he’s in the corner. Against the wall, or in a secluded area, as far away from everybody as possible. People knew him and have learned not to pry or try to make advances on him, but still exchanged caring smiles and greetings for him.

And that was when he saw Minho.

A face he had never seen before. Chan felt his heart at ease, when he saw him leaning against the same wall he was back against, fidgeting with the beer he keeps forgetting to take a sip of. Chan couldn’t help but approach him.

He was someone who knew nothing about him. He was beautiful.

The way he spoke was so playful yet so mindful, it was heartwarming. The way he didn’t want to be at the expense of anyone, always doing things for himself and working towards what he wants. Never wanting to get things handed to him, being dependable for his friends and making his loved ones proud.

He was admirable. Chan felt the sweet aching in his heart and the heat pooling in his stomach for the first time in years. Chan wanted him.

The night they spent was heavenly. And after a month of not seeing each other but religiously looking for one another, Chan showed him where he lived and even then, Minho had no urge to drain Chan of his pockets just to make him stick around. After staying over at Minho’s place, he didn’t want Chan gone, even wanted him to stick around simply for his welcoming and safe presence.

For the first time ever, he didn’t feel sick.

He felt warm, and that warmth grew the more he got to know him.

 

***

 

It’s the sixth day. Minho will be seeing Chan tonight, based on his messages about being free around that time. He doesn’t know how or where, but he’s excited. He’s been wanting to fulfill his fantasies of waking up next to Chan and taking him up on that morning sex offer. Seeing the golden sunrise peek through the window and shine on Chan’s gorgeous shirtless body, strumming his little ukulele with Soonie curled up next to him, singing sweet melodies for Minho to wake up to.

Minho shivers with joy.

“What the hell,” Hyunjin says from across the table. They’re at a cafe, where they agreed to study together on their respective work.

Hyunjin’s an english major, and he’s just about as ‘english major’ as it gets. He just had to take both of them to the most ambient cottage-core themed cafe in dark beige clothing he calls ‘Dark Academia’. He snorts when he realizes he barely analyzed a single measurement for his model.

“Are you good? I was wondering if maybe this setting is giving you a hard time focusing,” Hyunjin asks, genuinely concerned.

Minho shakes his head. “I was just thinking.”

“Well, that’s good. You should be.”

“About Chan,” Minho rests the side of his face on his palm, sighing dreamily.

Hyunjin’s expression goes from concerned to disgusted. “Oh god, here we go. You have a good seven or so hours before you can even see him.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I can’t believe this. You’re gonna score someone before I even get with Changbin!”

“I have no idea how you two haven’t hit it off. Apparently, Changbin’s been trying to get into your pants too.”

Hyunjin raises a brow at that, (really?) closing his laptop to see Minho better. “Go on.”

Minho puts his own laptop aside. “He wants you. Go for it. Make out with him or something, he’ll kiss back.”

Hyunjin blushes. “Actually, Jisung did tell me I’m invited to a party over at his place. He’s having his last one before summer break.”

Minho crosses his arms and leans back on his chair. “You see what I mean? He didn’t tell me about that! Go for it!” he flails his arms around, nearly out of frustration because it really is insane. How is he making more progress with Chan than Hyunjin is with Changbin?

Do they really get along that well?

Minho won’t look into it.

“He did say I should take you if you were up to it. He knows parties aren’t your thing, but he insisted I should have you go.”

Minho hums. “Will Chan go?”

Hyunjin jokingly rolls his eyes. “Jisung didn’t say. I’m sure he’ll go knowing you’re there.”

“No way,” Minho pulls his phone out.

“Hey! I said no phone-checking while you study.”

“Relax! I’m gonna send Chan a quick text and go back to studying. Promise!”

Hyunjin whines but lets Minho be, opening his laptop again to resume studying.

“Hey, Chan. I heard Changbin’s having a party tonight. I was wondering if you were coming? I know you’re spending time with family and all, so I wasn’t sure,” Minho’s text message reads, he hits send, sets his phone down and gets back to studying his illustrations.

Not even a minute passes and he hears a notification.

Minho’s fingers start fidgeting with the papers in his hands, itching to reach for his phone.

“Don’t even think about it,” Hyunjin warns before swiping the phone out of his hands. “You can answer him later.”

Minho groans, but he knows he’s right. He sits up properly and studies with newfound motivation. It was a successful study date, they rewarded themselves with coffee before driving home.

Minho sets his laptop and paperwork down and quickly searches for Soonie to feed, confiding in him silently through petting him. Once he’s finally fed and his arms are free from holding onto anything. He runs to Hyunjin’s room begging for his phone back, as soon as it’s in his hands he checks for Chan’s message.

“Hey Minho! Jisung actually just told me about it now, he told me you might go. If you’re going then I’ll go. There's no pressure on my end btw. I helped my family pack yesterday. My parents will be out on a date later tonight and my siblings are meeting some friends. I’m totally free.”

Minho smiles, ignoring Hyunjin jokingly groaning from the bed, feigning envy at his reaction. Knowing exactly why he’s smiling.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wanna see you,” Minho sends.

“Me too…” Chan’s reply reads. “It’ll be good to see Changbin and Jisung anyway before summer break.”

“I’ll see you later then?” 

“Of course. Can’t wait!”

“Me neither.”

Minho lunges towards Hyunjin on the bed and screams. “I’m guessing we’re going together?” Hyunjin says, struggling to keep Minho still on the bed.

Minho nods and gets up. “What will I wear!” he screams from across the hallway and towards the closet of his room. He’s never been this excited about getting ready, but he’s not doing it for the party.

He wants to look pretty for Chan.

“Wear anything! Make sure it has pockets for lube,” Hyunjin yells from his room, laughing maniacally, clearly amused by Minho’s reaction.

Minho stops by his closet. He shouldn’t overthink it at all, he knows what Chan likes.

“I didn’t even know you had those,” Hyunjin points at the tight-fitted black jeans Minho has on. He didn’t know if Hyunjin would ever stop saying “Holy hell,” over them. Paired with the hoodie that Chan lent him, his favorite hoodie. “Lee Minho, who hasn’t dated for who knows how long, dresses up to look pretty for his man?” Hyunjin narrates in the car, on their way to Changbin’s place.

“Shut up,” Minho pouts, letting Hyunjin eye him and his outfit from the passenger seat. Keeping his eye on the wheel. 

The jeans hug his thick thighs and outline them perfectly. He used to not wear them for that very reason, but he knows Chan loves his thighs, and this is his few ways of spoiling him. He doubts Chan needs to imagine what’s underneath his pants, since he’s marked up nearly every inch of his thighs from worshiping them so much.

“What about your man? You're finally gonna make a move?” Minho swiftly changes the topic.

And suddenly there’s silence. 

“I thought about what everyone’s been saying. There’s nothing for me to be afraid of.”

Minho sighs, not realizing this is the first time he’s ever heard Hyunjin say that. “Literally there is no one stopping anything from happening but you,” Minho says. “You’ll be okay, yeah?”

Hyunjin looks at him and smiles. “Chan’s so damn lucky he scored you,” he giggles.

Minho huffs. “I’m the lucky one.”

Another twenty minutes passed until they made it to Changbin’s. They knew it was his place because lights are blaring even from the outside of the mansion with people gathered, parking outside, where Minho is also leaving his car, it looked the same the first time he was here.

Turning off the engine and exiting the car, Minho grows nervous, unsure of what to do. “You want me to stick by you for the rest of the night?”

Hyunjin looks at him, appalled. “Are you kidding me!? You gotta look for your man now! Show him how pretty you made yourself for him. I gotta steal Changbin from whatever friend group is surrounding him.”

Minho blushes. “See you later, then,” he waves, watching Hyunjin run off and get lost in the crowd inside the house. He suddenly feels conscious, slowly walking up to the porch, he peeks through the front door entrance to see where Chan could be so he can make a beeline towards him…

Huh.

Minho peers in closer but he doesn’t spot him. He sees jisung, totally wasted and making a terrible attempt at flirting with someone. He spots Changbin, and he hopes Hyunjin finally has the strength to get them alone together and seal the deal.

He sees both of them. But not Chan.

Did he fuck up? He’s sure Chan would be here--

“Minho!” that voice he missed hearing so much says from behind him.

Slowly, Minho turns around to see Chan in the driveway, looking drop dead gorgeous. In black jeans and a tight fitted shirt that Minho could never get sick of seeing him in.

“Chan!” He moves away from the front door and walks down towards him on the dirt path of the driveway. “You came…” he smiles.

“Yeah, sorry. I just got here,” he smiles back then looks at Minho, eyeing him up and down. His well kept longer hair, his bangs slightly going over his eyes, his hoodie which fills Chan’s possessive needs and those pants…

Minho smirks when he notices Chan staring a little too long at his legs.

“You wanna go inside?” Chan nods at that, letting himself be led by Minho, who’s holding his hand. Chan squeezes it, missing Minho’s touch. He wants nothing more than to be all over Minho.

But not yet.

Minho takes them to a familiar corner, right by the door and Chan chuckles, recognizing it immediately. This was the exact same place and position they first met all those months ago. 

The music isn’t as loud, but the lighting there is dim. Nevertheless Chan still takes a good look at Minho, after he returns with drinks in his hand. “You…” he hesitates, but he can’t resist. “You’re really pretty,” he stutters slightly, slowly moving close to Minho, making their own secluded space despite all the people around them.

Minho smiles. “You like it?” he asks with confidence. “I tried to look pretty.”

His hand is still holding onto Chan, squeezing it playfully, eyes refusing to look away from Chan.

Then he sees that dimple on his face when he smiles. “You always are,” he says. “I could look at you all night.”

Minho blushes, his ears heat up. “You’re too good to me,” he looks away momentarily, embarrassed but also overwhelmed with Chan’s adoring gaze. “The sweetest,” he sighs.

It was Chan’s turn to blush, he shakes his head. “I mean it, though. I hope you know I’m not just saying that,” the music and chatter around them disappears momentarily, and all Minho could see was Chan’s face moving closer and closer towards him. 

Minho feels hot in his hoodie, but he can’t look away. Are they really all up against each other in front of everybody? He couldn’t care less about who’s looking, and Chan feels the same way, all he cares about is the man in front of him.

“I meant everything too,” Minho couldn’t resist, his heart is racing, his heart is so full to be admired by this man who’s become so important to him. “There’s a lot I want to thank you for, but we’ll be here all day.”

“I can listen,” Chan giggles as he looks at him the same way. “It’s hard for me to open myself up to people but… You had me hooked the second I talked to you,” he admits. “I could listen to you for as long as you want me to.”

Minho chuckles at that, he doesn’t say any of this with the prospect of being given anything in return, or be rewarded for his kindness. These are his true, raw feelings for him. Minho’s chest eases up and heart continues to race, if it pounds any harder Chan might hear it if the music was gone. Their fingers intertwine as Minho takes a deep breath in hopes that his heartbeat slows down, because he doesn’t want to stumble over his words when he finally says it.

“I like you, Chan,” Minho confesses, eyes fixated on Chan and Chan only.

Chan’s smile widens, and his eyes twinkling with so much joy. “I like you too, Minho,” he says, almost choking up. He places his other hand on the side of Minho’s face, caressing his cheek so gently like he’s his most cherished. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Minho nods almost instantly. “Yes!” he yells, his heart so full and words so sure. “I’m yours.”

Chan huffs, letting out a long exhale, relieved that Minho is in deep too. His thumb tracing Minho’s plump, naturally pouty lips. “Can I kiss you?” 

Minho wastes no time, closing the distance between them and wrapping both arms around Chan’s neck to pull him closer, their lips pressed in a gentle, loving kiss. Their heartbeats in sync when their chests pressed together. The kiss slowly becomes heated when Chan’s free hand reaches around Minho’s back, fondling him there and slipping his tongue past Minho’s lips when he moans from the touch.

When they pull away to catch their breaths they realize the light of the room is suddenly directed towards them. They finally look away from each other to see everybody around them delighted and cheering.

“That’s my best friend!” Jisung and Hyunjin scream in unison from the living room in the distance, cheering and clapping uncontrollably with everybody else following suit, though much calmer than the duo, they still have much support and good wishes for them.

Minho couldn’t stop smiling. He figures their friends were watching them, and are happy to see how things turned out.

Suddenly their little corner has several people gathered there. Minho is aware of how popular Chan is, nearly everybody there knowing of him and how reserved he is, to see him embrace an absolute beauty (An acquaintance of Chan’s explicitly refers to Minho as such) finding his way into his heart. They couldn’t be happier for him.

“I knew you guys would figure it out,” Jamie approaches them.

“Jamie!” Minho and Chan exclaim in unison. Chan turns to Minho in confusion. “Wait, you know her?” he asks.

“How do you think I got Jisung’s number?” Minho giggles. “It was my first step towards looking for you.”

“Smart,” is all Chan could say while he ruffles Minho’s hair, which gives him an excuse to fix and play with it.

“I noticed I haven’t seen Chan in a while, and I started seeing you more often," she says to Minho. "Then my encounters with both of you made it obvious you were looking for each other, I couldn’t resist helping however I could,” Jamie shrugs with a mischievous grin.

“So you knew I’d see Minho again?” Chan places his hands on his hips.

“Worked out, didn't it? It’s always fun seeing love unfold on its own,” she says before giving them her best regards, looking for her friend who’d just arrived at the doorway.

Minho and Chan look at each other and let out a laugh. “Did you really stop going to parties to look for me?”

“You could ask Jisung. I tried to look for places that were nice to study in, hoping you’d be there. And somehow you came and found me instead.”

Minho cackles at that. “I believe you,” he smiles.

Chan smiles back. “You wanna get out of here?” 

“You don’t wanna join Changbin and Jisung?” Minho points to them, who are in the living room making complete fools out of themselves, people around them laughing endearingly. 

Chan shakes his head. “I only came here for you, anyway. I’d be more than happy to go now,” he couldn’t resist, his hand that's been resting on Minho’s back moves lower to squeeze at his butt. 

Oh.

"In that case…" Minho trails off before leaning into Chan's ear. "I've been wanting to do it raw lately," he whispers.

He's proud of himself when he sees Chan's reaction, totally speechless. "Such a tease, kitten," he gasps.

Minho hums. "Couldn't resist."

Suddenly Chan is picking him up bridal style to his car, using all the strength in his body not to take Minho in the backseat. Chan thinks their first night as boyfriend should be more special.

His heart doesn't fail to skip a beat when he looks at Minho and it hits him. This angel is his boyfriend.

"You gonna keep staring all night?" Minho teases from the passenger seat.

"Just looking at how gorgeous my boyfriend is," he says. "Gonna ruin you," his tone is lower now with a chuckle.

"I'm all yours Channie," Minho says seductively, chuckling softly. "All yours to ruin," he whispers and blows into Chan's ear

Blood rushing down south, Chan's cock is already at half-mast, speeding through the road. And Minho figures maybe he should hold back for now and make sure Chan doesn't swerve, it'd be weird if he got a ticket and charged for being horny

"Your place?" Minho asks innocently, as if they aren't on their way there to break Chan's bed.

"My place, my folks are out for the night and won't come home until much later," Chan informs him, which lets Minho know they'll be alone and can be loud all they want. "How's Soonie?" Chan changes the topic to something more wholesome.

"Perfect! Hyunjin has gotten busy lately and isn't in the apartment most of the time, so I was worried about not being able to feed him. But I found an automatic feeder that he can't tamper with. It works perfectly!"

They continue to talk like they always do, it's nice. Chan's driving slowly now as he fills Minho in on what's been going on with his family during the past week. And Minho loves every bit of it, about how his siblings loved the games they played, his parents noticing him in a much better mood thanks to Minho.

They finally made it to Chan's place. Minho couldn't hold back a laugh when Chan hurriedly exited the car to run around and open the door for Minho.

Ever the gentleman.

Holding his hand to gently lead him up the stairs to his room refusing to look away from Minho, Chan knows that he can walk to his room by himself but he’s slow with escorting him, and so is the way he slowly opens the door to reveal what he has prepared.

His room is lit up with candles on the bedside table, the sweet fragrance wafting through the room, a more romantic vibe to how it usually looks.

"Did you… prepare all this?" Minho is in pure awe.

Chan nods, walking around to make sure the candles haven’t melted completely and the scent of the incense he lit up isn’t overbearing. "I honestly was gonna confess when I took you home, but you beat me to it at the party," he admits.

Minho couldn't stop the tears welling up from his eyes. Chan notices this when he hears a sniffle, he runs over to Minho and places his hands at Minho's sides, firmly squeezing his arms to anchor him. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks so softly, Minho would have been comforted by that alone.

"Not sad. I'm just…" Everything Chan's ever done for him, he did without him asking for it, and he's spoiled in ways he didn't realize he deserved to be. "I'm so lucky," he sniffles as he lets Chan wipe his tears.

"Come on," Chan giggles, kissing Minho on his forehead. "I'm the lucky one."

Minho lets Chan lay him down against the sheets, towering over him as he kisses his cheeks. Following the stream of tears down to his lips, taking his time kissing him there with so much passion. 

Minho sighs as Chan spreads his legs wider to fit himself between them, getting lost in a hungry kiss, moaning against Chan's lips when he lays himself fully against him, his body weight making him sink further into the sheets. Feeling his clothed erection pressed onto his, unable to resist grinding up against him.

Chan sneaks a hand under Minho's hoodie, fondling his tummy before lifting it up over his head to discard it, tossing it away impatiently, his jeans following shortly. Chan is stripped naked in no time himself, and Minho notices he barely has any marks on him. Not on his toned muscles or abs.

Minho will have to do something about that.

In the meantime, Minho looks at Chan and admires his naked figure as much as he could, he doesn't know how he managed to stay away from this. His cock fully erect, guaranteed to fill and stretch him well. Chan bends over to resume kissing Minho while he reaches for the lube conveniently placed on the sheets and stretches Minho out with experience, knowing just how he likes it and when he's good to go.

This is no longer fucking for the hell of it. There are feelings, their heartbeats in sync and their eyes wander, looking at each other with so much adoration.

"So… no condom?" Chan asks when he pulls away. Showing Minho the packet. 

He shakes his head, grabbing the condom packet to toss it off somewhere, nowhere near them.

"Don't want it," he wraps a hand around Chan's cock, stroking it before aligning the tip at his lubed up rim. " Channie ," his voice is breathy, his heartbeat racing, he makes sure to curve his body as best as he could, and Chan's devastated reaction at the pet name and his actions makes it worth the embarrassment he feels. "Want you now."

Chan tries his best to look unaffected but he can feel the way his cock twitches in his hand. Chan uses that as a guide for the tip of his cock to slip past his entrance, slowly easing his way inside him. “Mhm, needy kitten,” he whines.

Minho let's go to wrap his legs around Chan's waist, and his arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Kissing him again, he can't get enough of those lips on his, plus it helps distract him while his insides get used to Chan's size.

He doesn't need much longer. "You can move now," he whispers when they pull away.

Chan hums. "Not yet, kitten. Just a little longer, yeah?" he giggles, though it's strained, he stays still. And when Minho tries to move his hips and fuck himself on his cock Chan keeps him in place.

Minho whines, and continues when Chan laughs at his request. Minho tries to rile him up.

" Channie, " he says so helplessly, Chan stops laughing completely, most definitely loving the pet name. "Don't you wanna fuck me, hm? Missed having me so tight around your big cock?" he giggles.

" Fuck , kitten," Chan curses and starts thrusting forward, a fast pace from the get go. Clearly riled up, and Minho loves it. Minho's arms give out and Chan takes that as the opportunity to intertwine their fingers. 

He gets a good view of Chan's cock sliding in and out of him between his legs, the sight is unbelievably obscene. Minho doesn't think he'll last very long. Not when Chan's forehead presses against his and their eyes look into each other, gleaming with tears and love. Their lips whispering sweet pleas and praises. 

"'m close, Channie," he gasps.

"Yeah? gonna cum?" Chan groans, getting close to cumming himself.

"Fuck me harder!" Minho nearly screams, he's so unbearably close it almost hurts. But Chan doesn't make him wait any longer. Minho's moans increase in volume when the sounds of skin slapping fill the room, wet and hot. Chan's hips stutter when Minho throws his head back cursing, Chan’s beginning to hit his sweet spot and every time he hits it it’s a euphoric sensation every time. "Yes, fuck . Harder, please-!"

Chan bites his lip, enjoying the sight of Minho cumming in heaps in between them, watching ropes of white spill across his sweat-drenched chest. The sight and the sudden clench around him is so hot Chan’s hips stay still completely against Minho’s ass while he fills his insides up, sinking his teeth and biting hard into his shoulder to muffle his moans.

The dim room turns into a bright blinding white. Minho feels like he’s in the clouds. Chan's body collapses fully against him, his hair tickling his face and his own cum smearing between them brings him back to reality.

“Holy shit,” Minho pants, not realizing he was breathless the whole time. He catches his breath to let out a giggle when Chan leaves kisses all over his face, so spoiled with his affection. “So good,” Minho couldn’t contain the joy in his heart and the smile on his face.

And the feeling stays when Chan suddenly has the strength to take both of them to the bathroom, in a hot tub of soapy suds relieving their exhausted muscles. Minho especially loves being pampered by Chan, cleaning his come out of him and resisting the urge to go for another round, they’re being wholesome and romantic right now.

“I still can’t believe it,” Chan mutters. “That you’re real,” Chan caresses Minho’s knuckles with his fingers. “You’re the first person that’s made me feel this way.”

Minho couldn’t stop smiling. “How do I make you feel?” He wants to know.

“Complete. I won’t lie, I wanted to introduce you to my family ‘cause I thought about everything. How you talk to me about your interests, when we spend time together, being with me even if we aren’t…y’know,” Chan blushes, which Minho is amused by, in awe of how Chan could be so filthy in one moment then so shy in another. “I… I know I want someone like you in my life, and I want them to know that.”

Minho’s heart skips a beat.

“If you will let me be in your life, Minho.”

Minho nudges Chan. “You’re my boyfriend, Channie. You’d be dumb to think otherwise,” he pulls Chan in for a kiss, which he returns gleefully.

Chan hands Minho a bathrobe, insisting on washing his clothes for him. And besides, Minho looks so soft and fluffy in the robe. They’ve been yawning a whole lot in the bathtub, Chan thinks it’s best that Minho sleeps over. Chan wants nothing more than to lay him down gently on his bed sheets and cuddle with him to sleep like a precious little lamb.

Chan is in nothing but sweatpants, pulling Minho into the center of their bed with him in an embrace with the sheets enveloping them. “You comfy?”

“Yeah but, is this okay? What if…”

“If…?”

“What if your family sees us?” Minho hides his face in Chan’s chest, embarrassed by the thought.

“Oh, Minho,” Chan leaves a few kisses into Minho’s freshly washed hair, which is slightly ticklish. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, okay?”

“I want this, Channie. Only if you aren’t embarrassed about it,” he bites into the skin of his bottom lip, beyond nervous.

Chan’s brows furrow. “Why would I be?”

Minho takes a deep breath, face still in Chan’s chest. He listens to his steady heartbeat to calm himself down. “I’ve never been in a relationship with someone that truly liked me.”

Chan shifts against the sheets, pulling Minho away so he can look at his face, and Minho sees concern. He continues to bite the skin off his bottom lip until blood starts to draw but Chan holds the sides of his face, placing a thumb over it to stop him.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me what happened. But I can say this: I meant every word I said, really. I like being with you, because you are you. I like you being with me because you stick around for me .” 

Minho relaxes, laying against Chan’s chest to listen to him better.

“I thought you were… very pretty, and when we talked I was so invested. When I offered you my hoodie it made me hopeful and when I see you wear it almost every time I feel warm inside. And when you wanted me to stick around I just knew,” Chan takes a deep breath. “You are worth it. Whoever failed to prove that to you isn’t your fault, and I won’t make their mistake of falling short.”

Chan couldn’t hold back a coo when he saw tears pooling around his thumbs and palms. Minho is tearing up. He pulls Minho in for a hug while he reaches for the tissue box on the nightstand, Minho returns it and traps Chan in a tight embrace. Not that Chan intends on freeing himself, instead he pats his hair and rubs the back of his neck, leaving pecks on his forehead as he wipes the tears away. Whispering lovely words of praise until Minho’s tears finally dry up and he dozes off comfortably in Chan’s arms.

Eventually, Chan falls asleep as well, refusing to let go of Minho.

*

Minho wakes up to fingers carding through his hair, the morning sunlight blaring through the windows as he forgot to cover them with his curtains. On the bright side, he gets to see Minho wide awake, playing with his hair as he waits for him to get up.

“Good morning,” Chan greets, his voice a bit groggy and raspy. He catches Minho’s smirk at that, definitely into his morning voice.

Minho leans into him for a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning,” he greets back. As he pulls away, Chan notices his bathrobe came loose, the belt no longer keeping it closed and revealing all the goods. Chan couldn’t resist roaming his hand across his chest and feeling wherever he could, because he can. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Perfect, it’s been a while since I’ve slept so well.”

Chan eases up at that, almost ignoring his arm that is absolutely dead from letting Minho lay on it all night. Minho notices Chan struggling to move it and sits up completely, massaging it with his fingers as he moves to rest his back against Chan’s chest. Now they’re spooning and Minho is pressing on Chan’s arm to massage it.

“Did you sleep well?” Minho asks.

“Of course, it’s been a while for me too. I really needed this.”

Minho is happy to hear that, the need to make Chan the happiest man alive is his top priority right now. He starts giggling when he feels Chan’s lips press kisses on the back of his neck, leaving a few marks and biting lightly before moving back down to his shoulder, sinking his teeth deeper into the skin there.

Minho is quick to react when Chan gets like this, he moves back closer against Chan’s front side and feels his cock press against his cheeks, at half-mast in the sweatpants. Minho’s eyes lighten up, with newfound strength he sits up completely and pushes Chan to lay on his back completely and straddles him. 

Chan instinctively moves his arms to reach for Minho, but he gets denied, Minho grabs both of them to pin above Chan’s head. Now looking over at him, Minho smirks. “Let me treat you, Channie. You deserve it,” he says in that lustful voice Chan knows so well.

He can’t hide the way his cock twitches at it, now fully hard, not when it’s nestled in the cleft of Minho’s bare cheeks, grinding back against it. And when Minho smirks, feeling so confident knowing he’s the one making Chan react like this, he knows he’s a goner.

Chan accepts, even placing his hands behind his head, in the most relaxed position he could possibly be. And Minho feels himself getting hard at the sight of the man underneath him being so cocky and ready for him.

Minho kisses him, he kisses him with love, all the love he could possibly give him. He keeps it short though, making sure to take his time with other parts of Chan’s body that he’d love to spend hours licking up and sucking on. He looks at his neck which is unmarked.

I don’t like that.

Chan lets out beautiful, airy moans when Minho’s teeth lightly bite into the side of his neck, suckling at the skin then sucking hard, making Chan bite down into his lips to muffle the moan that would’ve spread across his room. Which reminds Minho, his family would be in the house by now, and he’s unsure if Chan locked the door to his room or not.

Minho keeps that in mind but tries his best not to rush himself despite the possible time constraint they have. He needs to make sure Chan is marked up, and people know that he’s his. 

And mine only.

Minho moves his lips to his left nipple, sucking particularly hard while he presses a finger into his right one. Nearly making Chan let out a mix of a sharp gasp and moan.

“Kitten, I’m gonna lose my mind,” Chan grunts, he thrusts his hips up to grind in an attempt to get off on the slightest bit of friction he could get.

Minho hums, pleased by the pet name, he reaches a hand between his legs and palms Chan’s clothed erection, massaging his cock through the sweatpants but not enough where Chan could get off on that alone. Once he sees Chan’s gorgeous neck and torso covered in deep shades of purple and red, Minho is satisfied.

That’s better.

Minho scoots back lower until his head is in line with the waistband of Chan’s sweatpants, he licks his lips when he sees the large bulging outline of his cock. 

Minho swats Chan’s hands when he moves them away from the back of his head. Ordering Chan to keep them there, which he does without protest, if he doesn’t count the pout and the quiet whines that Chan lets out.

“‘M treating you,” Minho starts pulling down on the band of his sweatpants and watches Chan’s cock spring up, he adores the way it twitches and the vein that runs up the length, Minho is drooling now. He could never get sick of this. 

He licks around the tip, circling his tongue around it and makes sure he gets himself in a good angle, one where he can look up at Chan while he starts to take him deeper and deeper, feeling absolutely beautiful when he sees Chan’s hands behind his head again, biting his lip and moaning at the sight of his lover putting his mouth to work. Minho flutters his lashes to look innocent despite his cheeks hollowing around the length to tighten the tight wet heat of his mouth around Chan, which causes him to grunt and moan once again.

“Fuck, yes. kitten ,” Chan throws his head back. “So good with your mouth, so pretty like this,” he looks back down at Minho because he refuses to look away from something as beautiful as this.

Minho’s ears heat up, feeling hot in his bathrobe, it starts slipping off his shoulder when he bobs his head up and down Chan’s cock, licking around the tip when he makes it up and taking him down the base until it hits the back of his throat. 

Looking like nothing short of a masterpiece, Chan thinks.

“Beautiful,” Chan gasps.

Minho hums around him, pleased with Chan’s words. The vibrations of his mouth only push Chan closer to the edge, he continues bobbing his head up and down faster, his cheeks are starting to ache but he makes sure he makes it until Chan is-

“Close- ‘m close, kitten,” Chan starts moving, not realizing the pet name he just let out which makes Minho’s own cock twitch. Chan’s hands make it to Minho’s hair, carding his fingers through the strands. But he doesn’t move, and Minho doesn’t either, he looks up at Chan. “Wanna move, can I?” he asks.

Minho nods, or at least tries to, and braces himself when Chan’s gentle hold on his hair turns into a painful grip that’s used to move him up and down at Chan’s control in sync with his thrusting. Minho’s vision becomes blurry from the tears, his own cock leaking and on the verge of coming just from having his throat used. 

It didn’t take long until Chan stopped his movement completely, his entire length pulled out of Minho’s lips, and Minho let out a gasp for air, catching his breath as Chan spilled all over his face. Now covered in his own spit, tears and Chan’s cum.

He looks down to see he also came, all over himself and on the fluffy robe that’s been sliding off of his body, now barely around his hips. Chan eyes him, from the way the robe barely has him covered and how he came all over himself just from giving him head.

Chan pulls Minho in for cuddles but not before wiping themselves clean with wipes and getting dressed, Chan lazily gets in his sweatpants and Minho in a random shirt and boxers Chan handed him, and Chan will have to keep doing that more often because he looks so good in his clothes. Minho lays his entire body weight against Chan as he’s pulled in for cuddles and obligatory kisses peppered across his face.

Preoccupied with the ticklish kisses and cuddles, they don’t notice the knocking at the door and the sound of it opening with Chan’s mom appearing and witnessing the two of them in an embrace. Chan feels his heart drop, thanking the forces in the universe that gave him the last ounce of strength to put his sweatpants on and get Minho dressed.

Chan’s mom clears her throat. “Well good morning, you two!” she says enthusiastically.

Minho and Chan finally pulled away and sat up on the bed properly. “Good morning,” they both say, ignoring the possibly deep red shade across their faces, blushing furiously.

“Breakfast is ready, come join us. Changbin and Jisung are downstairs waiting. Be sure to head down when you’re ready, yeah?” She gives both of them a warm smile before quickly closing the door.

A moment of awkward, deafening silence grows within the room.

“Your mom seems nice!” Minho starts, finally looking at Chan. He sees his face buried in his hands, face undeniably red.

“I guess there’s no need for me to let her know about us,” Chan jokes through his hands, and his nervous laughter. 

“Hey,” Minho places his hands over Chan’s and lets Chan move them away from his face himself. Chan looks at him with his cheeks so pink he looks adorable, he can’t believe he just sucked this man off moments ago. “I’m fine with it if you are,” Minho gently caresses the back of Chan’s hands, tracing around his knuckles before kissing them. Giving Chan a meaningful, promising look, promising that no matter what happens, he’s okay with it, as long as Chan is.

Chan sighs, relieved. “Then I’m okay,” he finally says, leaning into Minho’s lips for a comforting kiss.

And after minutes of convincing each other to finally get out of bed and take a shower, they get changed into proper clothes. About thirty minutes have passed since Chan’s mom walked in on them, thankfully it wasn’t during a moment where they were… most definitely not family friendly. But with Chan completely shirtless and Minho in just a shirt and boxers, their hair completely disheveled and in the middle of cuddling, it doesn’t take a genius to realize what they were doing moments before.

They couldn’t even make it to the end of the staircase, they already heard the screams of excitement from Changbin and Jisung, watching both of them walk down the stairs. They couldn’t be happier for their friends.

But before they could laugh at how unbelievable they are. Chan’s parents come from the dining area to join them in the living room. Both of them give Jisung, Changbin and Minho welcoming smiles. “You must be the boy Bang Chan told us he’d introduce,” Chan’s father turns to Minho.

“He told you about me?” He asks, pleasantly surprised.

“Oh, yes! He eagerly told us he had a new friend he wanted us to know about before we take our flight this afternoon.”

Minho blushes, that Chan likes Minho enough to want his parents to see him, and doing it eagerly at that. As if Minho couldn’t fall deeper enough.

“It’s very lovely meeting you both. It’s a pleasure to see Channie’s parents. I’m Minho, an architecture major in the same university Chan goes to.”

Chan's parents raise a brow at that, then look at each other, pleased.

“You as well, Minho,” Chan’s mother says with a grin. “Architect major you say? I see our Channie has made a good catch," She says before she and Chan’s father let out a sweet chuckle. 

Minho looks at Chan and sees his face and ears fully blown red again. “Mom! Dad!” He exclaims. Face behind his hands again, but those efforts are futile because everybody can see Chan’s blush… And Minho’s. Causing their friends, and Chan’s parents to laugh in awe.

“Let's have breakfast, shall we?” Chan’s dad says, ushering all of them to follow him and his wife to the dining table. To which Jisung rubs his hands at and Changbin yells a swarm of compliments for Chan’s father, who apparently can cook up a storm he’d scarf down in seconds.

When Chan finally pulls away from hiding his face and looks at Minho, seeing the warm shade of pink dust over his face and they exchange smiles as they follow suit towards the dining table together with held hands. 

 

*

 

They’d finished breakfast and the banter was coming in nonstop, with Jisung coming up with his lame ‘so bad it's good’ joke of the week that always gets a laugh out of Chan’s parents, and Changbin sharing the plans he has with his own family and how he had some nice pictures of when he hung out with them which Chan’s parents always adores.

Minho couldn’t help but be quiet, silently enjoying the fact that he’s a part of all this, such a lovely family, such amazing friends, and the food is extraordinary and the man he feels so safe with is right next to him, also quiet and silently admiring everything too.

They all helped carry the luggage to Chan’s car to drive his parents and sister to the airport, and in addition he offers to drop Minho off to his apartment. A punch laid on Jisung and Changbin’s arms when they squeal in sync. Wishing Chan and Minho a good summer break before they parted ways.

Now Chan is on the wheel, he knows his and Minho’s ears are flushed red, still embarrassed about the whole incident in his bedroom and they know Chan’s family can see it. But he keeps his eye on the road and Minho keeps himself distracted.

“I’m really happy for you, Channie,” His mother coos from the passenger seat, looking at her son on the wheel and Minho in the backseat. “You’re very sweet, I hope you see more of each other,” she says to Minho.

"Yes, of course," Minho simply nods, shy and reserved and Chan finds it adorable. Chan’s ears are burning, deep red. He hopes his ever observant mother doesn't notice.

I've certainly seen plenty.

“So, you’re Chan’s boyfriend?” Chan’s sister questions Minho beside him, to which Minho nods at with a smile.

“Who confessed?” She asks, brows raised.

Minho grins. “He was going to, but I beat him to it,” he chuckles, everybody else in the car joins him in laughter.

The conversation was full of curiosity from all sides. Chan's family wanted to know what Minho did and his own situation with his family, wishing that he'll be able to see them soon after he gets his degree. And Minho wanted to know what Chan is like, and how he was back home.

 

Time moved by fast, before they knew it Chan was at his first stop, Minho’s apartment. was closer so he was dropped off first, which of course made his family see him give Minho a quick peck on the cheek and wishing him well on his studies. His sister nudges him playfully and his parents are proud of him for being so gentlemanly.

“I’m glad you all approve of him. He was nervous too, y’know?” He says, thumbs tapping on the wheel. “Now you’ll know who he is when you see him around me so often,” Chan says, driving towards the airport.

“Oh, Channie,” His mother starts ruffling his hair. “We knew we’d love him the second you told us you’d introduce him during dinner. You had that sparkle in your eye, he’s the one,” she says confidently.

Chan’s eyes slightly widened, not realizing that. His parents can see a supposed sparkle in his eye when there's something he’s truly passionate about.

And he never doubts their observations.

*

A few months have passed. A new semester and a new beginning. Minho is in front of his campus entrance.

“Where is he?” he mumbles to himself, tapping his foot. He checks his phone to see a new message from Hyunjin.

‘Hey Minho, I’ve finished packing the last box of your clothes, you’re good to pick them up soon?’

Minho’s heart starts fluttering again, he can’t believe he’s moving in with Chan. While living with Hyunjin in a shared apartment was great and he will forever be thankful for Hyunjin practically begging him to come with him to a party as his sober buddy, the party where he met Chan. Waking up everyday from day one in that apartment was mostly numbing.

The neverending pattern of getting up, mindlessly getting ready and attending class and sinking himself deeper and deeper in his studies to where pathetic men who would do anything to get in his pants and chuck him once he's useless to them couldn’t even bother talking to him.

It was finally over.

Besides, he’s sure Hyunjin is over the moon about Changbin moving in with him.

Chan’s car finally pulls up to the driveway and Minho tries his best not to excitedly run up to the passenger seat and walks calmly, but he’s terrible at holding back so it ends up looking like a waddle.

“You’re a few minutes late,” Minho pouts.

“Sorry, baby. I was having trouble deciding whether Soonie would like a cat tower or a playing tube, I got both,” he chuckles while explaining, pointing to the back of the car where said cat tower and playing tube are placed in between Minho's boxes of clothes and items.

Minho can’t keep the act of being disappointed anymore. He leans in to give Chan a kiss on the cheek. “I hope Soonie didn’t have much trouble getting in your car.”

“Not at all, he loved the drive, and the house. The huge couch is his now by the way, he’ll be sleeping there all day I think.”

Minho feels giddy, so he leans over to give him a kiss, and make sure they don’t get carried away before driving off to his boyfriend's home, which Minho will call his as well soon.

Notes:

thank you for reading. lots of domestic fluff in the 2nd chapter

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