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Yunho meets Mingi on a random Tuesday afternoon when he’s busting down Wooyoung's door to seek out date advice. He slams his fist into the door so hard it hurts, stopping only when he hears an irate voice shout "Come in, Jesus!"
Wooyoung is standing in the kitchen, bent slightly at the waist with his fingers threaded through some guy's hair. It seems they're having a bit of a staring contest. Wooyoung appears to be frowning in concentration, the tip of his tongue clamped between his teeth. Is he...giving someone a haircut?
"Oh," Yunho says, deflating. "Sorry, I - didn't know you had company."
Wooyoung snorts and straightens, reaching over to take a small pair of scissors off the counter. "It's just Mingi."
"Hey," Protests the sitting guy, pushing out his lower lip. Yunho’s eyes go wide because who the hell needs a mouth that plush? He blinks a few times and the guy leans to the side, pout replaced with a bright smile that makes Yunho’s chest feel funny. "I'm Mingi."
“I just told him that,” Wooyoung huffs, grabbing hold of Mingi’s chin and jerking him in place. Yunho would probably bite someone who did that to him (especially if it was Wooyoung) but Mingi’s just got that easy smile on his face, letting his head get shoved wherever.
“Nice to meet you,” Yunho says politely. “I’m Yunho.”
“He knows that,” Wooyoung snaps. Yunho blinks.
“What’s with you?”
Wooyoung doesn’t answer, just starts threading his fingers through Mingi’s hair and snipping off small pieces. It’s Mingi who says, almost cheerfully, “He got rejected today.”
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Wooyoung hisses. Yunho leans over a bit to see more of Mingi’s face. He’s grinning.
“But not rejected straight up. Like, he went right up to Dongju - ”
Yunho gapes. “You asked Dongju out?”
“Oh, shut up - ”
“ - and he had this whole big speech planned but Dongju was literally just sitting there and Wooyoung went purple in the face like, purple I swear to god, I wish I had a color wheel to compare - ”
“I have scissors right next to your head - ”
“ - and Wooyoung was like wanna buy me dinner - ”
“That can’t have been your line - ”
“And they just kept staring and then they were like - ”
“DON’T!”
“ - does that line usually work for you? And Wooyoung didn’t say anything, like why didn’t you say anything - "
“I’m going to shave your fucking head - ”
“And then Wooyoung was like, is it working now? I mean actually, why did you say that - and then Dongju was like, no. And they just walked away, oh my god, Wooyoung looked so stupid - ”
“I’m gonna stab you in your fucking neck,” Wooyoung snarls, looking like he kind of means it. Yunho tries not to laugh, tries to keep his face blank, but Mingi is grinning like a madman and he can't help it. Wooyoung whirls around to stab the scissors in Yunho’s direction, eyes narrowed. “And you. What are you doing here?”
Unsure how to proceed, Yunho stares at the sharp point of the scissors and weighs his options. “I was…it doesn’t matter, um. I can come back.”
Wooyoung sets the scissors down on the kitchen table with what Yunho thinks is a little more force than necessary. Mingi’s looking down at the scissors with his brows raised.
“It’s Friday,” Wooyoung says, slapping Mingi on the back of the head and giving him a jerky gesture that apparently means he’s all finished. Mingi shakes his head like a dog, running his fingers through his hair a few times. It falls in choppy gray strands over his eyes and down the back of his neck, handsomely framing his face. Salon Jung. Who would have thought? “What are you wearing tonight?”
“Um,” Yunho says, suddenly shy. He glances at Mingi, who’s pulled out his phone and doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to him. Wooyoung’s staring at Yunho with wide eyes, hand on his hip. Okay, maybe annoying him wasn’t the best course of action. “My black jeans and the green turtleneck you got me for my birthday?”
Wooyoung cocks his head to the side. “Any jewelry?” Yunho shakes his head. “Ugh. Come on.”
He stalks out of the kitchen and down the hall and Yunho catches Mingi’s amused grin before following.
It’s not like he’s never been on a first date before - he’s a pretty good first date, actually. But Wonwoo is really fucking out of his league, so much so that Yunho kind of doesn’t even want to go. He doesn’t have excited butterflies, he has a god damn jabberwocky stomping around in his belly; he feels like throwing up.
Wooyoung goes to his bedroom and Yunho shuffles his feet in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck. Wooyoung disappears into his bathroom and Yunho hears him moving things around, opening cabinets. It sounds a bit slammy.
“He’ll cool off in a bit.”
Yunho jumps, turning to see Mingi standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He’s smiling. Jerks his head toward the room. “His ego took a big hit today.”
Yunho feels a small prickle of annoyance. He knows Wooyoung’s going to cool off. Yunho’s his best friend, who the hell is Mingi anyway?
“Sorry to get him all upset,” Mingi continues. “I didn’t realize you were having an emergency.”
“It’s not an emergency,” Yunho says, heat rising in his cheeks. Mingi lifts a brow. “I was just - it’s not an emergency.”
“Yes it is!” Wooyoung calls out, and Yunho swivels around to glare at him. He’s standing in the middle of his room with a silver chain dangling from one finger. “Here, wear this.”
Yunho reaches out for the necklace and must be making quite the face, because Wooyoung’s own features soften and he reaches out to sweep Yunho’s hair back from his forehead.
“You’re going to be fine. He wouldn’t have asked you out if he didn’t like you.”
“I asked him out,” Yunho mumbles, though the nuance probably doesn’t need to be pointed out. Plus, he hadn’t really wanted to be having this meltdown in front of a stranger. “Maybe I should cancel.”
“Don’t do that,” Wooyoung practically barks. “You need to get laid.”
“Oh my god - ” Yunho widens his eyes pointedly and hears Mingi snickering behind him. Wooyoung glares over Yunho’s shoulder and the laughter cuts off abruptly.
“Go take a shower,” Wooyoung barks. “You’re buying me dinner.”
“Do I smell?” Mingi asks, and Yunho turns to see him grinning once again. Apparently he can’t take anything seriously. “Nice to meet you, Yunho. Hope your date goes well.” He gives a mocking salute and practically skips down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom.
“I can’t stand him,” Wooyoung says under his breath, but Yunho can tell he doesn't mean it.
“How do you know him?” Yunho asks. He knows all of Wooyoung’s friends - they’ve pretty much got all the same ones but Yunho knows Wooyoung’s got friends sprinkled throughout all the different departments he’s in. Still, he’s never seen Mingi around or heard Wooyoung talk about him, which is why it’s so confusing when Wooyoung looks at him like he’s crazy.
“What? That’s Mingi.”
“Yeah, I got that. Should I know who he is?”
“Mingi,” Wooyoung says again, like that’s going to help Yunho suddenly understand. “From home. My best friend since I was like, six?”
“That’s Minnie?” Yunho exclaims, aghast. “How the hell - you’ve never called him Mingi. Not once.”
“It’s practically the same fucking name,” Wooyoung snaps. “You seriously didn’t put that together - ”
“The only picture I ever saw of him was from like ten years ago!” Yunho tries to defend himself, and it’s true. All he’s heard about Wooyoung’s oldest childhood friend is that he doesn’t do social media and likes to dance. The picture he’d seen was horrible, no offense to Mingi - he was scrawny and had glasses, big ears, and a nose that he hadn’t grown into yet. Nothing at all like the fucking smokeshow that had been sitting in Wooyoung’s kitchen. “You barely talk about him and he doesn’t have any type of social media, how was I supposed to know - ”
“Whatever,” Wooyoung interrupts, waving him off. “He’s staying here for a couple weeks.”
“Why?”
“Who cares?” Wooyoung snaps. Then he sighs. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be an asshole.”
“It’s fine,” Yunho says quietly, checking his watch. Almost two hours until his date. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” Wooyoung says flatly. He goes to sit on the bed, rubbing his eyes. “They didn’t say no, okay. Just…to try again.” He pouts. “Try harder.”
“I’m impressed you asked at all,” Yunho says, sitting down next to Wooyoung and patting his knee. He gets a scowl in response. “Maybe just, you know. Don’t be so…you know. Next time.”
“I really thought it would work,” Wooyoung says defensively. “They seem like the kind of person who wants someone to…I dunno. Do something flashy.”
“There’s flashy and then there’s being an ass,” Yunho points out. Wooyoung shoves him but it’s half-hearted.
“Yeah, well. Whatever. I’ll try again tomorrow.” He perks up a bit and watches Yunho twist the necklace between his fingers. “You don’t have to go, you know.”
Yunho takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I know. It’s…I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
“Cause Wonwoo’s hot as shit?”
Yunho snorts. “He really is, isn’t he?”
“Just be yourself,” Wooyoung says, and it sounds gross and way too optimistic coming out of his mouth. Yunho gives him a Look. “Well, whatever. Be cool, I dunno.”
“I don’t want to go,” Yunho mumbles, finding it to be more true the longer he sits here.
“Okay, so why are you?”
“Because I’m…” He trails off. Why is he going? Because he’s been flirting with Wonwoo for weeks. Because he thinks they’d be good together. Because they have things in common. Because he hasn’t gotten laid or even been on a date in months. Almost a year. Because… “Because.”
“O-kay,” Wooyoung says slowly. “I mean, you have options.”
Yunho looks at him helplessly. “You can cancel.” He lets out a distressed whine. “You can go on the date, and I can call with an emergency. Or, you can go and if it goes badly you can just not do a second date. Like a normal person.”
“Emergency sounds good,” Yunho mumbles. It feels lame, but having a way out gives him some sense of relief.
“Fun,” Wooyoung says, and actually taps his chin like he’s deep in thought. “A chance to flex my acting chops.”
“Who talks like that?” Yunho laughs, giving him a playful shove.
“I do,” Wooyoung says, “When you need to get some dick.”
➳
Turns out, there’s nothing to worry about. The date goes just fine, it’s pleasant even, no emergency call needed. At the end of the night Wonwoo walks Yunho to his apartment door and explains that he still has feelings for his ex and isn’t ready to move on. Yunho tries not to let the relief show on his face but god is he grateful. Wonwoo gives him a warm hug after checking that they’re okay, and Yunho enters his apartment feeling lighter than he has in weeks.
He checks the time as he flops down onto his couch, wondering if he should call Wooyoung now or wait until tomorrow. It’s still fairly early and he’s in a surprisingly good mood for someone who’s just been rejected; wants to do something fun.
“Damn, it was that bad?” Wooyoung says as soon as he picks up the call.
“Oh my god,” Yunho laughs, leaning back against the couch. “It was fine. He said he doesn't want to pursue anything.”
“Oh. How do you feel about that?”
“Just fine, Dr. Jung. What are you guys up to?”
“We ordered pizza, come over! Unless you need to like, jerk off sadly or whatever - ow don't be a fucking asshole Mingi - ”
“You’re an idiot,” Yunho snorts. “I’ll be there in ten.”
➳
Wooyoung and Mingi are on the floor of the living room when Yunho gets there, two pizza boxes and a few soda cans spread out between them. There’s a Mario Kart loading screen on the TV and a switch controller laying at each of their sides.
“Yunho!” Wooyoung exclaims, scrambling to his feet and stumbling forward to throw his arms clumsily around Yunho’s shoulders. “You’re here!”
“I am,” Yunho says, returning the hug and lifting a brow at Mingi. “Are you drunk?”
“Definitely,” Wooyoung says, nodding. The top of his head bumps against Yunho’s chin. “Mingi got me drunk.”
“I’m a bad influence,” Mingi says, nodding sagely. Yunho looks down to see a half empty bottle of vodka laying on its side, hidden by the coffee table. “You wanna catch up?”
Yunho ruffles Wooyoung hair and extracts himself, holding his hands out as Wooyoung stumbles back onto the floor. Redness blossoms across his cheeks, lips shiny and pink. He’s adorable, damn him.
“Sure, I’d have a drink.”
“Swigs only,” Mingi says, leaning forward with the bottle. He holds it out to Yunho, wiggling his eyebrows. “No cups.”
“Is that a rule you’ve made, or did Wooyoung not do the dishes this week?” Yunho snarks, grabbing the bottle and unscrewing it. He gives it a sniff and tries very hard not to focus on the way Mingi’s loose tank top is showing way too much of his chest. He sees a flash of silver - is that a nipple ring? Fuck.
“My eyes are up here.” Yunho’s eyes snap up to meet Mingi’s, knowing he’s gone horribly pink in the face. Wooyoung snorts, laying down to rest his head in Mingi’s lap as Yunho’s grip on the bottle tightens.
“I wasn’t - ”
“Take a swig!” Wooyoung yells, reaching up to tug at the neck of Mingi’s tank top. “I’ll show you his tits - ”
“Hands to yourself,” Mingi says calmly, swatting at Wooyoung’s fingers. “Yunho can see my tits if he’s a good boy and takes a drink.”
Oh. What?
Heat blossoms down Yunho’s chest, pooling deep in his belly. Mingi’s looking at him with an easy smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the Pandora’s box he’s just opened in Yunho’s dumb caveman brain; he really hasn’t gotten laid in a long time. And he’s become way too easy, if a stupid little joke like that has him all flushed and hot. Jesus. I’m a good boy, he wants to say, but it feels like too much and Wooyoung would probably make fun of him for the rest of his life. Instead he reaches for a can of soda, taking a big gulp before bringing the vodka to his lips and opening the back of his throat so it slides down easy.
Only it doesn’t. It fucking burns on the way down and Yunho starts coughing, trying desperately not to spit anything out and embarass himself even worse. Wooyoung starts giggling, head knocking to the ground as Mingi gets to his knees and leans forward, thumping Yunho soundly on the back with a broad grin on his face.
“Yeah, that’s like the stuff that’s below bottom shelf,” He says, sounding apologetic. Maybe. Yunho can’t really tell, with the large, warm hand pressed to his back and the battery acid trying to burn a hole in his intestines. “Wooyoung was feeling cheap.”
“It does the job,” Wooyoung says, rolling onto his stomach and resting his chin on his forearms.
Mingi’s hand is still resting on the middle of Yunho’s back; his face is close and he’s still smiling, so that Yunho can see one of his front teeth is a little crooked, sticking out past the others. Oh god, that’s cute. It’s way too fucking cute and Mingi is way too close.
“Thanks,” Yunho mumbles, trying to shrug away from Mingi’s presence. Thankfully he seems to take the hint, nodding and flopping back onto the floor. He leans against the couch with one leg flat on the floor and the other bent, arm resting on his knee. Yunho tries not to be charmed by how effortlessly cool he looks.
“What happened with Wonwoo?” Wooyoung asks, reaching out to tap his fingers against Yunho’s knee.
“Oh. I dunno, it was fine. He just said he’s not over his ex and doesn’t want to keep seeing me.”
“Ouch,” Mingi says, handing the bottle back. “Tough break.”
Yunho shrugs. “Honestly, I don’t really care. I didn’t really feel…you know. There was no spark.” He braces himself with another gulp of soda and chokes down some more vodka. Interestingly, he sees Mingi leaning forward as if preparing to help again.
“You don’t need a spark to sleep with someone,” Wooyoung says, rolling onto his back.
“Maybe you don’t,” Yunho mumbles. Mingi lifts a brow, lips twitching up in amusement.
“I think he’s calling you a slut, Wooyoung.”
“Am not!” Yunho cries, sitting up straight. Wooyoung fixes an upside-down pout on him. “I’m not . I just can’t have casual sex, there’s nothing wrong with people who can.”
Wooyoung just giggles again, eyelids fluttering. “It’s okay, Minnie’s just jealous he can’t have casual sex either.”
Mingi shrugs. “Can’t have sex without a connection.”
“Sex is a connection,” Wooyoung argues. “Two bodies. What else do you need?”
“Attraction?” Mingi says, eyes fixed on Yunho. And that sends an even worse thrill down his spine. Mingi cocks his head to the side, tongue gliding along his lower lip.
Yunho takes another swig.
“I think that’s enough for me,” He rasps, screwing the cap back on the bottle and setting it on the coffee table.
“That was barely two shots,” Wooyoung complains. Then, “I’m sleepy.”
Yunho snorts. Typical.
“Want me to put you to bed?” Mingi asks. Yunho blinks, surprised for some reason. Maybe because Mingi doesn't seem like the nurturing type. Maybe he's joking? But no - Wooyoung’s nodding now, holding his arms out like a little kid asking to get picked up. It’s painfully endearing. “Come on, big boy. Up you get.”
It was definitely more than two shots worth, Yunho thinks as his brain finally catches up to his body. He feels the warmth of a pre-drunk buzz settling over him, leaning on his hand as he watches Mingi haul Wooyoung up.
“I’ll be right back,” Mingi says to Yunho, which - okay? Are they going to hang out after this? It’s just like Wooyoung to get him to come over and drink, then pass out minutes later and leave Yunho alone with a stranger. But he can’t really bring himself to be too upset about it, watching Wooyoung smile sleepily and wrap his legs around Mingi’s waist. Plus, Mingi doesn’t really seem like a stranger, not anymore. And the way he picks Wooyoung up like he weighs nothing….god.
“I’ll be right here,” Yunho says with a little wave. “Night Youngie.”
“Mhm,” Wooyoung hums, burying his face in Mingi’s shoulder as he walks them down the hall.
While he’s alone Yunho crawls toward the couch and climbs up onto it, curling up against the cushions. He’s pleasantly tipsy, only a little sleepy and just a bit uncomfortable in his date outfit. Probably should have changed before coming over, but oh well. His eyelids are heavy as he rests his head against the arm of the couch, hands tucked up under his cheek.
“Do you want a change of clothes?”
Mingi’s voice is suddenly right above him; Yunho rolls onto his back and looks up to see Mingi staring down at him, arms folded across his chest. Which, okay - boobs. Big boobs.
“I’m good,” Yunho says, even though his jeans are uncomfortably tight and around his legs and his sweater suddenly feels too thick and too warm. “Thanks though.”
“If you’re sure,” Mingi says. Yunho sits up, watching as Mingi starts cleaning up a little; picking up the pizza boxes and soda cans, walking them over to the kitchen. He doesn’t seem drunk at all, seems steady on his feet.
“Sorry I didn’t know who you were,” Yunho says, for some reason. Mingi pauses in the middle of rinsing his hands in the sink, taking a moment to dry them off before grabbing two water bottles from the fridge and leaping gracefully over the back of the couch. He hands one of the bottles to Yunho, shaking it a little.
“Here. You should hydrate.”
Yunho waits for a response to his previous statement but Mingi just stares at him expectantly. Sighing, Yunho makes a big show of opening the water bottle and taking a gulp. Seemingly satisfied, Mingi takes a few sips of his own water before leaning back against the other arm of the couch, knees bent.
“We don’t talk much, really.” His deep voice has a pleasant rasp to it. “Not in like, a bad way or anything. It’s just one of those things where we don’t talk all the time but when we get together again we’re just as close as before. It’s cool.”
“I get what you mean,” Yunho says, nodding. “We don’t really keep in touch when we have breaks but we’re just as close as ever when we come back to school.”
“Oh I know,” Mingi says, resting his head against the back of the couch. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“What, really?” That makes Yunho perk up a bit. “He talks about me?”
Mingi nods. “Yeah, a lot. I don’t hear about anyone else as much as you.” A smile splits across his face, crooked tooth on full display. “I used to think he was in love with you or something.”
“Gross,” Yunho says, head falling back as he has a good laugh about that. “Seriously, gross.”
“Yeah, I get you,” Mingi responds with a low chuckle. “You’re not how I pictured you though.”
“How did you picture me?” Yunho asks, curious. Sits up a little more, suddenly not as tired.
“Well I saw plenty of pictures of you so I knew what you looked like already, but I expected you to be more…” Mingi shrugs. “I dunno. I thought you’d be goofier.”
“Goofy?” Yunho repeats. Fucking Wooyoung. “What the hell?”
Mingi’s laughing at him now, shoulders shaking. “Yeah, I thought you’d be a huge dork but you’re definitely not.”
“Thanks a lot,” Yunho huffs, pressing his shoulder against the couch. Mingi’s still smiling, eyes all crinkled up, cheeks ruddy.
“You’re cute when you’re pouting.”
He says it so bluntly, so matter of fact. Yunho blinks, unsure how to respond, but Mingi doesn’t seem to be expecting anything. Just yawns, nuzzling against the back of the couch.
“You want the couch?” He asks, after Yunho opens and closes his mouth a few times. “I can go sleep with Wooyoung. Unless you want to.”
“No thanks,” Yunho says with a snort, only slightly disappointed that it’s apparently bed time. “I don’t really feel like getting kicked all night.”
Mingi laughs again, pushing off the couch and stretching. His shirt lifts up a bit, exposing the soft pooch of his belly. Yunho averts his gaze, clears his throat.
“You sure you don’t want some sweats or something? We’re probably the same size.”
There’s something in that statement that sets off a dozen alarm bells in Yunho’s needy, soft little brain, and he’s positive every single one of this thoughts is being broadcasted across his face.
“I’m all right,” He mumbles, hiding his flushed cheeks in the couch cushions. And maybe Mingi notices, maybe he doesn’t, but he doesn’t say anything about it. And Yunho’s grateful for that.
“Okay, let me get you a pillow,” Mingi says, and Yunho desperately begs his entire body to cool down in the time it takes for the pillow to be fetched. It’s tossed onto the couch next to him, along with a blanket.
“I want to see that bottle empty in the morning,” Mingi warns, and he has absolutely zero authority over what Yunho does but that doesn’t seem to matter to Yunho’s brain or, sadly, his dick. He nods and butterflies swarm in his belly when Mingi gives him a smile that’s all teeth and bright approval. “Good boy. See you in the morning.”
Good boy.
The praise worms into Yunho’s tipsy, sleepy brain, and he’s convinced he’s going to wake up with a permanent blush dusted across his cheeks.
➳
Yunho gets used to seeing Mingi every day.
Spring break is upon them and he’s more grateful than ever to have a couple weeks off of school, free to fuck around and do whatever he wants. It’s not just free time to piss off, Jongho chides over the phone. You should still be studying, getting ready for the semester.
But Yunho’s never been one to think ahead, and two weeks of pissing off is exactly what he’d like to be doing, thanks very much.
Mingi’s only got one week left with them, and Yunho’s trying not to think about it too hard. Unsurprisingly, they’ve become quite close (“Please don’t fuck my best friend,” Wooyoung had said with a displeased frown the other day, and Yunho had simply responded “I thought I was your best friend?” and hoped the request hadn’t been too serious) and Yunho’s been spending most of his time at Wooyoung’s place, ordering food and fucking around playing video games and drinking. He should probably spend some time with his other friends but there’s something addictive about being around Mingi, and Jongho doesn’t get back from his parents’ place until next Monday.
It’s Friday night now, and Yunho is sitting cross legged at the foot of Wooyoung’s bed as they pick through the piles of clothes scattered throughout the room, in search of (according to Wooyoung) the perfect outfit.
“I’m not gonna fit in that,” Mingi says. He’s kneeling behind Yunho, fingers in his hair. Yunho’s got no clue what he’s doing exactly, but he feels a little tug every so often. Wooyoung’s holding up one of his own shirts, a short sleeved crop top that almost certainly would only fit him.
“Yes but that’s the point,” Wooyoung says, a bit wistfully. Holds the shirt up to his own body, twisting and turning in the mirror. “This would look so sexy on you. You could get some dick.”
Yunho feels hot air puff onto the back of his neck as Mingi snorts derisively. “Yeah that’s really high up on my list of priorities,” He says. Yunho grins.
“I would make a rule that none of us are allowed to wear our own clothes tonight but I won’t fit in any of your stuff and Yunho’s fashion sense is ass.”
“Hey!” Yunho protests, but he’s not really that bothered. He and Wooyoung have very different tastes and Yunho’s just fine with that. It rankles a bit that he would look stupid in most of Wooyoung’s clothes, but Wooyoung would probably still look great in all of his. Stupid attractive best friend.
“You’re so mean,” Mingi says, chuckling. “How do you have any friends left?”
“I stick around out of pity,” Yunho says, trying to duck as Wooyoung throws a pair of pants at him. They’re covered in chains and it hurts.
“Can we start drinking now?” Wooyoung whines, leaning against the edge of the bed and giving Mingi his best puppy eyes.
It was Mingi who’d set the rule, no drinking until at least nine pm so you’re not falling on your ass before we even leave the house. He grabs Yunho’s wrist and lifts it up above his head, checking his watch. Probably not the most efficient way to get the time but Yunho’s not complaining.
“Sure,” He says, and Yunho feels another tug to his hair before Mingi plants what feels like a very wet kiss to the crown of his head. “All done!”
“You got spit in his hair,” Wooyoung observes before dashing out of the room.
“Ah come on,” Yunho groans, thankful he has that to latch onto because every time Mingi kisses him casually like that, he kind of wants to bash his head into a wall. Also throw up a little. And maybe return the kiss with a real one, full on the mouth.
He’s still not sure what exactly is going on between them but he knows he’s not making it up - there’s something there. Mingi is very touchy with his friends, and after only a few days Yunho now falls into that category. It had been uncomfortable at first because Yunho is very much not a touchy person, but Mingi goes about it in such a casual way, like there’s no room for it to be weird. Maybe he’s brainwashed Yunho into finding it normal, but now he’s used to Mingi being draped all over him, kissing him on the head and the cheek, even biting him sometimes. In fact, Yunho’s become more touchy with Wooyoung, which has definitely taken some getting used to; the first time he’d come to snuggle into Wooyoung’s side on the couch he’d received a look of such abject shock, he thought for a moment he’d injured him somehow. But then Wooyoung had blinked a few times and smiled, settling into the embrace. It’s nice now, having that added layer of connection.
In any case, there’s definitely something more to the way Mingi touches Yunho. And maybe it’s just him, but things feel more intentional. Charged. Okay, every time Mingi touches him in any way, Yunho gets butterflies like crazy. And a boner. So sue him. He’s only human.
Wooyoung dashes back into the room with a bottle of brown liquor and three cups in one hand, and one single can of Pepsi in the other.
“Are we meant to share that?” Mingi asks, lifting a brow. I wouldn’t mind, Yunho thinks.
“Yes, no mixed drinks!” Wooyoung announces, and Yunho wonders when and why the hell they’d started putting all these rules in place. It was definitely not a group decision. “But don’t worry, this is really good stuff. I wanted to splurge.”
“All alcohol is the bad stuff,” Yunho mumbles, snatching the bottle and examining it. Okay, he has to admit - it is the good stuff. He’s always been more partial to whiskey, and decides to believe that’s why Wooyoung chose it.
The bottle is taken from him and Wooyoung sets all the cups on his desk, pouring what sounds like an awful lot into each of them.
“I’m fucking with you,” He says, setting the bottle down. “I just didn’t want to carry the rest of the sodas.”
“Idiot,” Mingi says fondly. He crawls around to sit in front of Yunho, giving him an eye-crinkling smile. Wooyoung rushes out of the room again and comes back a few moments later; plenty of time for Yunho to get back the breath Mingi just stole from him.
“I’ll just take the whiskey,” Mingi says, climbing off the bed and holding out a hand for one of the cups. He takes a can of Pepsi as well, cracking it open then offering it to Yunho.
“No mixing!” Wooyoung shouts delightedly.
“Why do you care so much?” Yunho asks with a sigh. Mingi hands him his own cup of whiskey and he gives it an appreciative sniff. Much better than the battery acid from last weekend (Wooyoung had finished the bottle little by little over the next few days and he’d done it alone; his penance for cheaping out on them).
Yunho takes a small sip and smiles to himself; the burn is much smoother this time, warming him from the inside out rather than trying to erode all of his internal organs. He doesn’t even really need the Pepsi but takes it when Mingi offers it anyway, just a sip.
“Okay so,” Wooyoung says, suddenly nervous. He’s holding his cup tightly, denting it a little. “I, um. I invited someone along.”
“Who?” Yunho says immediately, eyes wide. Mingi doesn’t look surprised.
“Um,” Wooyoung mumbles. Throws back a very big mouthful of whiskey and coughs for a second, eyes bugging out of his head a little. “Dongju.”
“ Dongju !” Yunho yells, shoving his cup at Mingi and throwing himself at Wooyoung. Only he misjudges the distance and tumbles to the floor, throwing his arms around Wooyoung’s knees instead of his waist. “I thought you gave up on that!”
It hadn’t been any official proclamation or anything, but after The Rejection Wooyoung hadn’t brought up Dongju again, and Yunho had been smart enough not to bring them up unless prompted. He’d talked to Mingi about it very briefly, and the general consensus was that any mention of Dongju was off limits.
“So they’re coming with us? Are they coming here ?”
“No, they’re gonna meet us at the bar,” Wooyoung says, trying to shove Yunho off of him. He holds on tight, going so far as to sink his teeth into the meat of Wooyoung’s thigh. “ Jesus when the fuck did you start biting people - Mingi this is your fault, get him off me - ”
“Well fuck what Mingi and I are wearing, what are you wearing?” Yunho demands, patting the tiny red mark he’s left on Wooyoung’s thigh. He gets to his feet and takes his cup from Mingi, drinking some more.
“Me and Yunho will wear each other’s clothes,” Mingi says, and Yunho’s traitorous dick perks up. “You should wear those baggy ripped jeans and the one tank top with all the patches on it.”
Wooyoung looks at him like he’s just been told to wear a court jester costume to the bar.
“That’s like…literally the least sexy outfit I could possibly think of.”
“No he’s right,” Yunho says, nodding. “Like the shirt hangs off you and it looks really hot. Just try it on,” He says, rolling his eyes when Wooyoung continues to look unimpressed.
“You’re plotting against me,” Wooyoung says darkly, as he rifles through the various piles of clothing. It’s at least semi-organized - pants and shirts separated into different piles, sort of color coded. Darker stuff some places, lighter in others. The few skirts they own collectively are in a pile at the head of the bed; Yunho had watched with interest as Mingi pawed through them a bit at the beginning of the night.
Much to his disappointment, Yunho hasn’t actually gotten a good look at Mingi’s nipple piercings, but he now knows they’re there for sure. Wooyoung had told the story of how they’d gone together, and how Mingi had cried when he’d been pierced. It was clear Wooyoung had been trying to embarrass him but Mingi had just shrugged. “It hurt like a bitch,” He’d said, matter of fact. Yunho’s coming to appreciate that about Mingi; he’s utterly shameless and just so real. It’s an enviable trait.
Wooyoung has successfully located the recommended outfit and slipped the tank top on, and is now stepping into the jeans. Mingi settles back against the wall, the rim of his cup stuck between his teeth as his fingers fly across his phone screen. Yunho forces himself to turn away and stop trying to summon up laser vision so he can get a glimpse of those god damn piercings. He stretches out across the bed, leaning an elbow on Mingi’s thigh and propping his head up with his hand, only it’s uncomfortable as all fuck so he grunts and drags himself up, pressing his back to the wall and stretching his legs out parallel to Mingi’s. Their feet hang over the edge of the bed, Yunho’s socked and Mingi’s bare with pretty, dark green toenails. Actually, Mingi just has nice feet. Maybe Yunho’s discovering some things about himself.
“I want painted toes,” Yunho says sadly. Mingi perks up and puts his phone face down on the bed, tilting his cup back for a drink. Yunho’s eyes track the way his adam’s apple bobs. Fuck.
“What color?” Mingi asks, sticking his empty cup between his legs. His lips are shiny with liquor. Yunho wants to lick it off. His eyes snap up to Mingi’s, hoping his pervy little thoughts aren’t visible on his face.
“We don’t have time,” Yunho says, sighing. Mingi deflates.
“Boo,” he says, pouting. Yunho wants to bite his bottom lip.
“I look dumb,” Wooyoung whines, planting his hands on his hips. He doesn’t - he really, really doesn’t. It’s definitely not an outfit that screams sex appeal at first glance, but there’s something about his lithe figure being swallowed up by the baggy clothes that’s really sexy. Wooyoung’s got great arms and collarbones; Mingi definitely made the right call.
“You look hot,” He says, reaching for his phone and snapping a few pictures. Wooyoung rolls his eyes but Yunho knows him well enough to see that he’s loving the attention, and knows he looks good.
“Send me those,” Wooyoung says, and when he turns away Yunho can see the apples of his cheeks are pink.
“You do it,” Mingi says, tossing his phone in Yunho’s lap. “I gotta pee.”
“Who doesn’t take their phone to the bathroom?” Yunho yells after him. But he takes the phone anyway, only slightly annoyed when he sees how god damn cute Wooyoung looks in the photos. Photogenic bastard.
“My name’s fool in his phone,” Wooyoung says without turning around. “Don’t ask.”
“Don’t think that requires much of a backstory,” Yunho snorts, leaning back against the wall as he sends the photos.
He doesn’t mean to see it - he’s literally in the process of putting the phone back down on the bed when the notifications pop up on the top of the screen.
hwannie: i miss uuuuu
hwannie: wanna kiss u :(
Yunho’s stomach sinks to the ninth layer of hell.
He wants to throw up all the good whiskey he’s just consumed as the notification sits there, burning into his retinas, then goes away. Who the fuck is Hwannie, and what’s his relationship to Mingi that he can just ask for a kiss like that?
“Oh my god,” Wooyoung suddenly croaks, spinning around with horrified, wide eyes. He’s staring down at his phone, white-knuckling it. Yunho slams Mingi’s phone face down on the bed and swallows thickly, tossing back the remainder of his whiskey and trying to fix his face.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Dongju’s trying to fucking Facetime me - what the fuck do I do!”
“Answer it?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you??”
“Don’t answer it?”
“I can’t just ignore them!” Wooyoung shrieks, flapping his free hand like a tiny, deranged bird. “Oh my god, what the fuck, I wasn’t expecting them to call me - ”
“Give it to me, I’ll answer it - ”
“Get the fuck away from me,” Wooyoung hisses, jerking back with the phone as if Yunho was actually reaching for it. He plasters a smile on his face and holds the phone up. “Hey Ju!”
“Hiiii!” Comes a low voice from the phone. “Where are you?”
“Still getting ready,” Wooyoung says, and Yunho feels a bit of sympathy when he sees how badly his free hand is trembling. “Where are you?”
“I’m still home and I’m bored. Can I come over?”
Oh shit, Yunho thinks gleefully. Oh shit. Panic flashes over Wooyoung’s face but he pushes it down, brave boy.
“Oh, um, sure, I’ll have to ask my friends…”
“Come over!” Yunho yells as loudly as he can, before Wooyoung can stop him. Mingi chooses that moment to walk back into the room and Yunho ignores the way his stomach twists. Wanna kiss u indeed.
“Who’s coming over?” Mingi asks, reaching for the whiskey and taking a long pull straight from the bottle. Yunho considers snatching it away and taking a drink himself; wonders if that’s the closest he’s going to get to kissing him.
“Text me your address!” Dongju calls out, seemingly oblivious to the way Wooyoung’s trying to melt Yunho’s skin off via eye contact.
“Let me order you an Uber,” Wooyoung says weakly.
“That’s okay!” Dongju chirps, “See you soon!”
“Bye,” Wooyoung says, but the call has already ended. Yunho gets all of two seconds before Wooyoung lunges at him, tackling him to the bed and jamming a knee somewhere he holds very dear, thanks so much.
“Watch it!” Mingi shouts, holding the whiskey up and out of the way as Wooyoung screams and tries to slap every inch of Yunho he can reach.
“Come over, what’s wrong with you!” He yells, ignoring Yunho’s cries for mercy. He holds his hands above his head, attempting to at least shield his face. “I’ll fucking kill you - ”
“What’s the big deal?” Mingi asks, setting the whiskey down and trying to pull Wooyoung away from Yunho. Thankfully he goes easily, face all red as Mingi’s arms wrap around his middle. He takes a few weak swings and Yunho sits up, pushing his now disheveled hair from his face.
“You’re so dramatic,” He snaps, only kind of annoyed. His dick could have been seriously harmed, and he needs it. “So you’re seeing them half an hour early, it’s not any different than if we were meeting them at the bar - ”
“This is my home!” Wooyoung shouts, slapping Mingi’s arms away. “And it’s a fucking mess, they’re gonna walk in and see all of my shit laying everywhere and think I’m a slob - ”
“Or they’ll think you were trying to pick a cute outfit for a night out,” Yunho says, sitting up and trying to have some compassion even though he’s practically been mauled. Also, Wooyoung gets kind of shrill when he's in distress.
“You don’t have to let them in here,” Mingi says, looking much too amused. “We can go chill in the living room.”
“Gonna fucking kill you,” Wooyoung hisses, glaring at Yunho and grabbing the whiskey. He feels a sudden vibration under his ass and realizes he's sitting on Mingi’s phone. Fishing it out, he glances down at the screen and tries not to let his face fall when he sees the contact name.
“Here,” He mumbles, thrusting the phone at Mingi.
“Oh…thanks,” Mingi says, with a slightly confused smile. When he looks at his phone, his eyes go wide for a second before he tucks the phone into his pocket. “I should take this. Be right back.”
And then he's gone.
The sick feeling in Yunho’s stomach gets worse as he stares at the spot where Mingi was just standing, so he does the next logical thing - takes a big pull of whiskey. The bottle’s half empty by now.
“Hey,” Wooyoung suddenly says. He comes to sit next to Yunho, seemingly calmed down from before.
“What’s up?”
“When Mingi told you I asked Dongju out,” Wooyoung says, and he sounds small and unsure. So unlike himself. “How come you were so surprised?”
Yunho blinks.
“Like, did you…do you think they're out of my league or something?”
Of course it's at this moment that Yunho’s brain decides to realize how much alcohol he's consumed, and on an empty stomach no less.
“Oh my god, of course not. Wooyoung, of course not.”
Yunho sets the whiskey on the floor and brings a hand to Wooyoung’s face, dismayed to see that his eyes are welling up with tears. Maybe they're both a little drunk. But what better time for a heartfelt talk than now?
“That literally never crossed my mind, I swear. I was just surprised because it seemed like you had decided not to do anything about liking them. Whenever we talked about it before, you seemed so adamant that you didn't want to ask them out.”
“I was scared,” Wooyoung mumbles. Yunho’s thumb swipes over his cheekbone.
“I know. I was surprised but I was proud of you for doing it. It wasn't about them being out of your league, that's crazy.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung sniffs, nodding. He reaches up to rest a hand on Yunho’s wrist, leaning forward til their foreheads bump. “You can sleep with Mingi, if you want.”
“What - what the fuck are you - ”
“I’m not stupid,” Wooyoung says, pulling away and swiping at his eyes. He seems to have perked up just fine, the temperamental bastard. “You guys are so obvious. And gross, by the way - ”
“It’s not going to happen,” Yunho says flatly. Wooyoung lifts a brow.
“Why not?”
“Because he - ” What the hell is he supposed to say? I saw someone text him that they wanted to kiss him but I wasn't snooping, it just popped up. “Who’s Hwannie?”
Wooyoung’s face twists, nose wrinkling. “What, Hwanwoong? How do you know about - ”
“Sorry about that!”
They both turn to see Mingi walking back into the room, tucking his phone into his back pocket. Maybe it’s just the alcohol but Wooyoung’s got a really weird look on his face. It sets Yunho on edge, watching Wooyoung’s gaze flicker between the two of them, but then the whiskey bottle is being snatched from his grip and thrusted at Mingi, who blinks in surprise.
“Here, get drunker. I’m gonna go pick up the living room, you guys find something to wear. And please don’t be annoying when Dongju gets here.”
“Aye aye,” Mingi says, raising a hand in a mocking salute as Wooyoung glares at both of them in turn and scurries out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The silence is unbearable.
“Everything okay?” Yunho asks, leaning back on his hands and looking around the room. He’s got no clue what to wear but suddenly doesn’t care and doesn’t have the energy to pretend he does. What he’s got on isn’t too bad - a plain black t-shirt and some jeans. All he needs to do is throw on a jacket and a necklace or something, and it’s a perfectly fine club outfit. And earlier he’d been so excited to get dressed up, maybe show off for Mingi, but honestly? His mood’s kind of ruined now.
“Yeah,” Mingi says quietly, tilting his head to the side. “All good.”
He doesn’t give any further explanation and it makes Yunho deflate a little, even though he knows he doesn’t really deserve more. Mingi doesn’t owe him anything, and the realization makes him bitter.
“What’re you going to wear?” Yunho asks, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. Mingi’s looking at him like he knows something Yunho doesn’t, and it’s making him antsy.
“Probably this,” Mingi says, crossing the room to pick up the crop top Wooyoung discarded earlier. Yunho snorts out a laugh but Mingi looks perfectly serious, taking the shirt off its hanger and holding it up to himself. Yunho eyes him doubtfully, already imaging all the skin that would be on display. Mother fuck.
“That will look like a child’s shirt on you,” He says, and does not feel disappointed when Mingi laughs and drops the shirt.
“Yeah, probably.” He wanders over to the closet, where they’d hung up the nicer of their clothes for fear of them being accidentally stepped on in all the disarray. “What about this?”
He’s holding up one of Yunho’s shirts, a sheer black long-sleeved top that ties in the front. It’s ridiculously low cut, a shirt Yunho had bought as part of a pirate costume a couple years ago but never actually wore anywhere. It’s a bit loose on him but Mingi is broader, and he can only imagine what those fucking piercings will look like under it.
“Yeah, that’s - ” Yunho clears his throat, scratching at the back of his neck. “I mean it’s not, like. A shirt shirt.”
“What does that even mean?” Mingi asks with a laugh, but he’s already tugging at his own shirt, and Yunho gets no fucking warning before Mingi’s standing in front of him shirtless, all tanned skin and sculpted abs and a light happy trail that disappears into the low waistband of his jeans.
“Oh what the fuck, ” Yunho groans, and it’s definitely because of the alcohol but fuck it because Mingi’s the most gorgeous man he’s ever laid eyes on in real life.
“You good?” Mingi asks, like he doesn’t know . He’s removing Yunho’s shirt from its hanger, lifting it gently over his head, and Yunho tears his eyes away from the piercings - are those swords? - long enough to see the edge of a tattoo on Mingi’s hip before the shirt is covering it. Yunho wants to reach forward and tug down the waistband of his pants to get a better look but he can’t make his fucking brain work as Mingi starts stepping out of his jeans. He’s doing this on purpose, he has to be.
“Mind if I borrow these?” He asks, holding up a pair of black jeans. Yunho’s pretty sure it wouldn’t matter if he said no but he nods anyway, swallowing thickly as Mingi wiggles into his pants.
Part of him wants to look away but he’s greedy and kind of drunk, and frankly it would be wasteful not to appreciate the view. Mingi’s looking down, trying to work out the criss-cross ties on the shirt, and yes, god, his piercings are fully visible beneath the fabric. It’s not fair, it’s like - unbelievably not fair how much better Mingi looks in Yunho’s clothes than he does.
“How do I look?” He seems to have given up trying to close the shirt because the ties are resting in the middle of his chest and the shirt is just hanging open, flashing the swell of his pecs. Has Mingi always been this buff? There’s no way Yunho wouldn’t have noticed it. You’d have to be crazy not to see how big Mingi is, but he’s a lot more…beefy than Yunho had realized. God, Mingi’s ass has no business looking so fat. What the fuck. Sex on legs.
He realizes Mingi’s waiting for an answer but Yunho’s brain is all full of cotton candy and he’s a big fucking idiot because instead of saying You look great like a normal person, he blurts “Who is Hwannie?”
Mingi’s eyes widen before he frowns, deeply. “What?”
“Ohmygod,” Yunho mumbles, slapping his hands over his face. “I’m sorry - I’m sorry. I just, I saw the texts earlier when I was sending Wooyoung those pictures and then I saw the contact name again when your phone rang and I - I’m sorry. I wasn’t being creepy, I swear.”
He prepares himself for it; for the explanation, the rejection. But Mingi’s looking at him like he finds something funny, and Yunho would really love to know what exactly that is.
“Yunho,” Mingi says, sounding delighted. “Are you jealous?”
Well all right then.
“What,” Yunho snaps. “What. No. Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You’re jealous,” Mingi practically crows, clasping his hands together under his chin. “That’s cute, Yunho. That’s really cute.”
“I’m leaving,” Yunho announces, jerking to his feet. Only the alcohol really hits him then, and he sways where he stands. With a loud laugh, Mingi leaps over and grabs him by the waist, with that shit-eating grin still curving his lips. Bastard.
“Hwanwoong is a friend of mine,” Mingi says, and Yunho resists the childish urge to plug his ears. “We kiss sometimes when we’re drunk.”
“Okay,” Yunho says, playing dumb. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this because I don’t care - ”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Mingi goes on, sounding much too pleased. “He’s not anyone you have to be jealous about.”
And damn if that doesn’t send a pleasant little thrill down Yunho’s spine. Mingi’s arms are warm and strong and tight around him, and the hard line of his body…maybe he’s done pretending to be annoyed.
“I wasn’t jealous,” He mumbles and Mingi chuckles, leaning in to nose against his neck. A soft noise spills from his lips before he can stop it, head falling back as Mingi’s breath ghosts over his skin.
“Course you weren’t,” Mingi murmurs. He releases Yunho’s waist, stepping back and looking around the room. “Let’s get you dressed now, hm?”
“I am dressed,” Yunho protests, resisting the urge to reach out with grabby hands.
“Not in my clothes,” Mingi murmurs, and there’s a hint of something dark in his tone. Yunho’s dick twitches in interest. “Let’s find you something.”
“Are you even drunk at all?” Yunho whines, flopping back down on the bed as Mingi starts poking through the piles of clothes. He grabs a few things and tosses them onto the bed.
“I’m pretty tipsy,” He says, tugging a hand through his hair. The shirt falls open even more every time he bends over, and Yunho only feels a little lecherous as he leans forward to take a peek. “Here, try this. Wait, no, this.”
He holds up a pale pink t-shirt with a tiny purple heart embroidered on it, and Yunho snorts.
“You’re joking.”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little pink,” Mingi says, and he actually sounds disappointed.
“Of course not,” Yunho huffs. “You would look great in that.” And no shit. It’s his shirt. “But I - I wouldn’t.”
It’s not the color of the shirt, he could give a shit less. It’s just that Yunho doesn’t look good in cutesy stuff like that, he looks like he’s playing dress-up in someone else’s clothes. Even if he wanted to wear it - which, okay, he kind of really does - there’s no way he ever would. He’d look stupid as hell. Mingi’s got a face that’s a combination of sweet and sexy, and Yunho just knows he’d look like a fucking wet dream in the stupid pink shirt, but Yunho…he’s so plain.
“Won’t know unless you try it on,” Mingi says cheerfully, pulling Yunho up off the bed. “Need a little help?”
It’s obvious what he’s doing, the bastard, but Yunho’s still feeling a little wobbly on his feet and Mingi’s offering to help him get undressed and it’s not exactly what he’d been aiming for but he’ll take it.
“Fine, but if I hate it I’m taking it right off.” Yunho huffs, lifting his arms up. He feels a little silly but Mingi just grins, tugging Yunho’s shirt off over his head and tossing it on the bed.
The shirt is so soft in his hands, Yunho takes a second to rub the material between his fingers before pulling it on over his head. He’s instantly uncomfortable, not used to having so much of his stomach exposed, and starts trying to tug the hem down over his belly.
“Oh,” Mingi says, stepping back and nibbling at his thumbnail. Insecurity crashes over Yunho, icy and nauseating. “Um, yeah. Maybe not.”
“God,” Yunho barks, immediately going to get the shirt off. But Mingi darts forward and grabs his wrists with dizzying force, pinning them to his sides.
“No way. You have to wear it. Please, Yunho. I’ll do anything, literally - ”
“Then why the fuck did you say maybe not!” Yunho cries. “Make sense!”
“Well I don’t want to take you out like this in public cause everyone’s going to be all over you but I also really want to take you out in public, cause everyone’s going to be all over you.”
“That doesn’t make any god damn sense - ”
“The point is,” Mingi says loudly, releasing Yunho’s wrists. And what a shame. “You look sexy as fuck.”
“You’re drunk,” Yunho mumbles, and Mingi comes back with “You wish.”
“I can’t wear this,” Yunho insists. “I feel so naked.”
“So wear a jacket over it,” Mingi says, shrugging. God, it’s hot in here. Why is it so hot? “Better for me actually, then I can just open it and take a look whenever I want - ”
“Says who?” Yunho demands. Mingi laughs but then his face softens.
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” He says gently. “I think you look really good, but I want you to be comfortable. Can I just put the whole outfit together, and then you can decide?”
Yunho bites his lip, casting his eyes down. Mingi’s being so sweet, showering him with compliments but still trying to make him comfortable, and it’s making Yunho’s heart do a bunch of things that he knows are off limits. Mingi’s leaving soon, and long distance never works. If anything’s going to happen here, it’s going to be casual and just physical. There’s no harm in enjoying whatever this is while he can.
“Yeah okay,” He says with a resigned sigh. And it’s worth it because Mingi’s answering smile is pure, bright joy.
“Here, put these on,” He says, shoving a pair of jeans into Yunho’s hands. They look pretty similar to the ones he’s already wearing but he takes them anyway, setting them on the bed and shuffling his feet a little before removing his pants. Mingi’s not even looking at him which is good but also kind of annoying; Yunho pulls the other pair of jeans on as fast as he can, realizing they’re much looser than his other ones. They’re kind of wide-legged with huge holes in the thighs, and they settle low on his hips, low enough that a sliver of his briefs shows. Mingi turns and looks at him with that huge smile still on his face, and hands him a bright purple belt with a little pink heart charm on the buckle.
“Where do you get this stuff?” Yunho laughs, reaching for the belt. But Mingi doesn’t give it to him; he steps forward into Yunho’s space, tugging at one of his belt loops and slipping the end of the belt through it. Their faces are so fucking close together, Yunho can smell the whiskey on Mingi’s breath. Knowing he’s going to say something supremely stupid if he looks at Mingi’s face, Yunho fixes his eyes on the long, thin fingers that are threading the belt through his loops, and maybe he’s imagining it but Mingi keeps tugging a little, jerking Yunho’s hips closer to him.
“Ah - nn, you’re crazy,” Yunho breathes, blinking rapidly as Mingi clasps the buckle and slips the tips of his fingers into the waistband of his jeans, tugging him even closer. His dick is fully hard now, chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon.
“Almost done,” Mingi says softly, his voice oozing something that makes Yunho’s toes want to curl. “Stay right here.”
Yunho nods dumbly, eyes wide as Mingi steps around and behind him. How long have they been in here? Dongju’s got to be here by now, and Wooyoung hasn’t come busting down the door so maybe he’s having a good time out there in the living room but if Yunho doesn’t get out of here soon he’s not going to be held accountable for his actions - namely, dropping to his knees and sucking Mingi’s dick until he cries.
“Okay, here. Can I touch your face?”
You can touch whatever you want. But again Yunho just nods. Mingi’s got two tubes in his hands, unscrewing one of them and instructing Yunho to close his eyes. Then there’s something cold swiping over his eyelids, and he starts to think maybe this wasn’t the best idea.
“Okay, keep your eyes closed so it can dry,” Mingi says, “And relax your lips.”
“My lips are relaxed,” Yunho huffs. Mingi chuckles.
“I’m gonna grab your chin now, okay?” His fingers are so warm, firm as he holds Yunho’s chin in place, gloss gliding slow and smooth over his lips. “Okay, rub your lips together just a little.”
Yunho does as he’s told, smacking his lips together a few times and jerking back when he feels Mingi blowing at his face.
“Okay I think you should be good now. God you look good.”
Yunho makes some sort of strangled gurgling noise as he opens his eyes, his entire body thrumming with heat under Mingi’s blistering gaze.
“Here, look.”
Mingi takes him by the hips and turns him to face the mirror leaning up against Wooyoung’s desk. And then there are hands clapping over his eyes as Mingi gasps.
“Wait! Here, wait, close your eyes. Don't look yet!”
“Oh my god,” Yunho groans, but he closes his eyes anyway. It’s stupid but he doesn't want to look until Mingi says he can. He wants the full effect of the outfit.
“Okay I’m going to touch your ears now.” Mingi’s fingers disappear from his face and Yunho gives himself a mental pat on the back for not trying to lick them. “Gonna put some earrings on you.”
Maybe it’s because he hasn’t had sex in months, maybe it’s just because it’s Mingi touching him, but Yunho’s pretty certain he’s never been this turned on in his life. Mingi’s so gentle with him as he puts the earrings on and hooks something around his neck, breath hot against Yunho’s skin, sending goosebumps erupting across every inch of his body. He’s actually trembling, lips parted with a moan perched behind them, and they’re not even doing anything. Mingi’s touch isn’t even sexual, it’s just nice. God, maybe he does need to get laid.
“Okay, here.”
Mingi’s hands grip Yunho’s waist and he’s turned to face the mirror again, opening his eyes slowly and blinking a few times to clear his vision completely. He gets distracted at first, eyes locked on Mingi, who’s hovering right behind him. Not quite pressed up against his back but almost there, almost touching. Yunho lets himself drink in the sight of Mingi’s smiling face for another greedy moment, then shifts to look at his own reflection.
And, okay - he looks really, really great.
Truthfully Yunho’s never been that self conscious about his looks, but he knows that compared to people like Wooyoung and Mingi, he’s nothing special to look at. There’s not a lot about himself he’d change - he’s got a sweet face and a fairly nice body, but it’s hard not to fixate on the smaller things when surrounded by people who are so obviously more conventionally attractive than you.
But here, now, all dressed up in Mingi’s clothes, Yunho feels… pretty. The thought makes him blush, bringing pink to his cheeks and only enhancing how sweet he looks, how cute. The hem of the shirt rests right below his belly button, the jeans riding low on his hips; he’s got a soft but flat stomach and a trail of light hair below his belly button. There are two pink hearts dangling from his ears and a clear, plastic choker around his neck that’s just bordering on too tight. It’s got a little purple butterfly charm on it that sparkles under the light. His eyes are smoked out with brown and a soft pink that matches the gloss on his lips.
The red and black highlights in his hair are a complete contrast to the outfit, but Mingi’s affixed little clips throughout; tiny blue and purple and pink gems that sparkle whenever he turns his head. It pulls everything together perfectly.
“Oh,” Yunho says softly, bringing a hand to his face. “Huh.”
“Pretty, right?” Mingi says, and he sounds so smug about it. Yunho rolls his eyes and tries to fight the big, dumb grin that wants to split across his face.
“Yeah, I guess you did okay.”
➳
After they do their best to tidy the bedroom, they join Wooyoung and Dongju in the living room. Yunho is perched on the couch with Mingi, hiding a smile behind his hand and trying to act casual as Dongju sits in Wooyoung’s lap, giggling and sharing a drink. He can’t help how proud he feels, and maybe it’s silly but it’s nice to see Wooyoung having such a good time after being so stressed and self conscious.
“Think they’ll kiss before we leave the house?”
The question is a low whisper that sends a shiver cascading down Yunho’s spine. He laughs lightly, burying his face in Mingi’s shoulder and willing his pulse to get a grip and slow down. Wooyoung doesn’t pay them any attention, face centimeters away from Dongju’s.
“Definitely,” Yunho says, nodding. His cheek is pressed against Mingi’s sternum, hands splayed out over his thighs. And god, he’s on fire everywhere they’re touching but it’s more of a smolder now. He’s pleasantly drunk, content and ready to go out for once.
“Are you ready to go?” Mingi calls out, because he’s an ass. Wooyoung’s head swivels over to glare and Yunho laughs again, slapping Mingi on the thigh.
“Yes!” Dongju announces, hopping off of Wooyoung’s lap. Yunho knows both he and Mingi are going to pay for that later, even if Yunho didn’t actually do anything. “Shots for the road?”
“Shots for the road!” Yunho shouts, flinging his arms out and narrowly avoiding smacking Mingi in the face.
➳
Wooyoung ditches them ten minutes after they get to the bar. It’s not as busy as Yunho was thinking it would be, and he relaxes the moment they're inside; Mingi’s got a loose grip on his hand, shooting him encouraging smiles every so often. It’s surprisingly easy to get drinks at the bar and there's an empty table against a far wall with a pretty good view of the dance floor. Yunho’s drunk but not quite up to dancing yet, so Mingi sits down with him at the table as Wooyoung and Dongju down their drinks and drag each other off to shake their asses.
“You doing okay?”
Yunho blinks over at Mingi, who’s watching him with raised brows.
“Yeah, why?”
Mingi glances down where Yunho’s fingers are tapping violently against his glass, his knee jiggling and knocking into the underside of the table. He flushes, stuffing his hands between his thighs and trying to keep still.
“Sorry. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Fine enough to stay here while I get us another drink?”
Shit. Panic creeps up on him but it's not as bad as it could be, all things considered. A glance at the bar tells him it shouldn't take too long for Mingi to buy two more drinks, and there aren't a ton of people around them, so the chances of Yunho having to interact with anyone in the next ten minutes are slim. Plus he really is drunk, so he nods and sucks down the watery remnants of his drink, sliding the empty glass across the table.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m a grownup, you know.”
“Of course you are,” Mingi says cheerfully, reaching up to pinch one of Yunho’s cheeks. He squawks in protest, swatting the hand away and leaning back as Mingi grins and leaves the table, weaving through the crowd of sweaty bodies.
Not one to enjoy looking unoccupied, Yunho immediately takes his phone out to pull up his photos and scroll through all the pictures he'd reluctantly let Mingi take before they left. He looks different than he had when he'd looked at himself in the mirror. Mingi managed to capture all the perfect angles, distracting Yunho enough that he'd gotten out of his head for a second and started striking silly poses and hiding laughter behind his hand. The candid shots are actually really cute. He zooms in on one of them, brushing his finger lightly over his happy trail, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I think I’m a little jealous of whoever’s making you smile like that.”
Well that is decidedly not Mingi’s voice.
Yunho looks up to see a guy a few centimeters shorter than him leaning an elbow on the table, chin in hand.
“Um.”
“Sorry, that was really lame,” The guy says, actually sounding apologetic. Yunho's drunk brain registers that he's really handsome, with messily styled hair and a silky, loosely buttoned shirt. “I’m Junhee.”
“Hi,” Yunho says, unsure if he wants to give his name. “I was, um. I wasn't looking at anything.” He flips his phone face down on the table, hoping it won't come away sticky.
“Then is it safe to assume you're unattached?”
“I…yeah, I’m…I mean, I’m…”
“Am I making you nervous?”
It’s clear he's flirting but Yunho actually is feeling nervous, and not in a fun, flirty way.
“Yeah sorry, I…I’m not very good at…this.”
Junhee smiles and it's sweet, it really is. He’s cute and he's interested and Yunho feels absolutely nothing. Plus, Junhee has weirdly perfect teeth and Yunho doesn't like it at all.
“Would it be okay if I - ”
“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without the wolves descending, can I?”
An arm snakes around Yunho’s waist and he’s pulled flush against a warm body. Mingi sets two drinks on the table and tilts his head, resting his temple on Yunho’s shoulder.
“Oh,” Junhee says, pushing off the table and taking a step back. He looks surprised but not angry or confrontational, which Yunho finds simultaneously relieving and maybe a little disappointing. “Sorry, I didn't know you were…”
“Sorry, I…” Yunho’s drunk brain glitches as he tries to explain; all he can focus on is how tightly Mingi’s gripping his waist and how it's sending little pulses of horny to his dick.
“He's shy,” Mingi says with a smile in his voice. He lifts his head and plants a soft kiss to Yunho’s cheek, scorching the skin there. Junhee’s answering smile is a lot more amused than Yunho can comprehend, like he's laughing at some inside joke. He nods and backs away, still grinning, and Yunho waits for Mingi to let him go.
He doesn't.
The arm around his waist actually tightens, and Yunho reaches shakily for the glass in front of him, taking a drink long enough for a chunk of ice to hit his upper lip.
“Wanna dance?” Mingi suddenly asks. Yunho swallows, the choker around his neck digging in.
“I don't dance.”
“Okay Chad,” Mingi snorts. Yunho frowns.
“Who?”
“From High School Musical…?”
“Oh!” Yunho laughs, clapping his hands over his face. “I’m just saying, I’m not a good dancer.”
“I bet you are,” Mingi says. He lets go of Yunho’s waist (dammit fucking god dammit put your hand back) and steps away, holding up his arms and wiggling his hips. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
He wiggles his eyebrows and spins in a little circle and Yunho can’t help but laugh. He's just drunk enough to think it's not a half-bad idea, so he slides reluctantly off of his stool and lets Mingi pull him onto the dance floor.
“This couldn’t be worse,” Yunho murmurs to himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he stumbles over his own feet. “I’m in hell. It’s hell this is hell, I wish I was dead - ”
“Hey!”
He snaps back to the moment as Mingi’s big hands grab his face. Yunho blinks, lashes fluttering as he tries to adjust to Mingi’s face being two centimeters away.
“It’s just me, right? Just you and me dancing.”
Yunho nods and Mingi grins, closing the distance between them with a warm, close-mouthed kiss. Yunho’s eyes go so wide it hurts but Mingi is already pulling away, hands sliding down to hold his hips. He shivers, no idea where to put his own hands but Mingi just laughs and grabs Yunho’s wrists, placing his hands on his shoulders. Yunho flushes, ducking his head as Mingi grabs his hips again.
“You need to loosen up!” Mingi shouts over the music. Yunho groans, head falling back as he tries to mimic the easy sway of Mingi’s hips. He's really just not a dancer - it's easy enough to find the rhythm but there's a certain intuition he just doesn't have for moving his body the way he needs to. Mingi makes it look so easy, the bastard.
“I’m not - ”
“Here!”
Yunho squeaks in an astonishingly undignified manner as Mingi's hands slide down to grab his ass and press their bodies close together. Somehow Mingi gets a thigh between Yunho’s legs and maybe it's not on purpose but he starts swaying his hips, guiding Yunho's as well, and his thigh is perched just under Yunho's dick. It rubs against him with each movement and he finds himself whimpering and clutching the thin fabric of Mingi’s shirt. (his shirt, Yunho’s shirt, Mingi’s wearing his fucking shirt )
Mingi’s face flashes with the club lights, illuminating his smile in neon yellow, blue, green, and pink. It’s corny and it's probably because he's drunk, but to Yunho, Mingi’s the only person in the room. He lets his head fall back, laughing as they grind.
Yunho quickly loses track of time and becomes unbearably sweaty. They've got their arms draped over each other’s shoulders and are kind of just dry humping at this point; maybe they should be embarrassed, but they're in good company.
“Water!” Mingi shouts, and Yunho nods. He takes Mingi's hand and they push their way to the bar, which is way more packed than before. They have to squeeze close together to find space, and Yunho ends up with his back pressed to Mingi’s chest, strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.
“It’s too hot in here!” Yunho shouts, taking a plastic cup of water from Mingi and downing half of it. It’s ice cold and kind of hurts his teeth but it’s blissfully refreshing.
“Outside?” Mingi yells. Yunho nods.
It feels like he's in a movie as they stumble outside, clutching each other’s arms and breathing in the cool night air. Yunho laughs for no reason, hanging onto Mingi and throwing his head back. He's drunk - he's drunk as hell at this point and he can't remember the last time he felt so good.
“C’mere,” Mingi says, and his words are finally slurred as he drags Yunho into the alley next to the building. He should probably feel uncomfortable or nervous maybe, being drunkenly pushed up against a brick wall in the middle of a downtown alley, but mostly Yunho's just elated and horny. He giggles as Mingi crowds him against the wall, rubbing his sharp nose along his neck, shoving a knee between his legs.
“Hey,” Yunho mumbles, hands roaming all over Mingi’s body. What he really wants is to yank his shirt up and get a good look at those nipple piercings, but even in his drunk, horny state he knows it's not the time. “Can I - I want to touch your dick.”
“Yeah,” Mingi agrees, nodding. His nose nuzzles Yunho’s neck, sending tingles down his spine.
“Should - we’re in public,” Yunho murmurs, even though his hands aren't listening and immediately start fumbling with Mingi’s waistband. He can't actually tell if there's a zipper or not and he's drunk and his brain isn't fully working so he just shoves his hand down the pants, groaning when he's met with a warm, hard length.
“Oh,” Mingi whines, “Oh fuck, holy - wait, we - I need - not - ”
“Wait, my phone - hang on,” Yunho grumbles, one hand shoved down the front of Mingi's pants and the other patting at his own pockets, where his phone won't stop buzzing. He yanks it out and hits answer on a video call from Wooyoung, holding the phone in front of his face as much as he can with Mingi pressed up against him.
“Fuck - hi, hello?”
Mingi doesn't seem to care at all about the fact that Yunho’s on the phone because he starts humping his hand, lips parted against Yunho's neck.
“Yunho?” Wooyoung’s voice yells through the phone. “What - where are you?”
“I’m - fuck, wait, just - I’m outside!”
“Where? Are you okay??”
“I’m fine, I’m - I’m with Mingi!”
“Hiiiii!” Mingi chirps, barely managing to pull himself away from Yunho’s neck.
“Oh my god you guys!” Wooyoung screeches, and Yunho giggles again, head falling back against very hard brick. “Are you okay? I was gonna go to Dongju’s place but if you need help getting home - ”
“Lemme suck you off,” Mingi mumbles into Yunho’s neck. Wooyoung lets out a shriek that has Yunho shouting out and holding the phone above his head.
“Shut up oh my god - that's not - ”
“YOU FUCKING BITCH ARE YOU GUYS GONNA FUCK - ”
“Shut up!” Yunho hisses, but he doesn't actually try to pull his hand away because it’s kind of sexy as fuck how desperate Mingi is for him, grinding and smearing precum all over his hand. “You - you're fine, just go - fuck - go to Dongju’s but text me when you get there, okay?”
“Okay, you can use my bed if you want a comfortable place to fuck!”
“BYE!” Yunho yells, voice cracking as Wooyoung laughs maniacally and hangs up.
“Put the fucking phone away so I can suck your dick,” Mingi commands. Yunho shoves the phone in his back pocket and lets Mingi suck on his neck a little more before finally yanking the hand out of his pants and shoving him back a little.
“We - we’re in a very public alley,” He manages to get out. “We need to go, we should go home.”
Mingi starts nodding, pawing at Yunho’s waist. “Yeah, okay. Yeah. Can I - I just wanna touch it, can I touch it?”
“Fuck,” Yunho murmurs, craning his neck to see if anyone is around. Mingi is so horny and desperate, it's making him insane. “Just - fuck, yeah, just - just for a second though, then I need to call the Uber.”
“Huge,” Mingi mumbles to himself, slipping his fingers down the front of Yunho’s jeans. Mingi’s jeans, he remembers, and feels precum dribble out of his cock as Mingi’s fingers brush over it.
“No,” Yunho mumbles, shoving at Mingi’s chest with unnecessary force. The hand on his dick feels good enough for him to consider if they can risk - “No, fuck, we can’t - stop! I’m, let me call the - stop, unless you want to be arrested for public indecency. If you touch me one more time I’m gonna bend you over right here, I’m serious - ”
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”
“Don't use big words, it gets my dick hard - ”
“Your dick’s already hard.”
➳
They last about ten seconds once they get in the car. Yunho tries valiantly to show some restraint but Mingi’s pressed up against him, his big hand stuck between Yunho’s thighs. He tries to ignore the feeling, stare out the window and keep his hands to himself, but then Mingi digs his nails in and Yunho whimpers, opening his legs. He shoves a hand between Mingi’s legs in return, cupping his crotch and getting in a good stroke before his gaze flashes to the driver, who didn't ask for this, so Yunho presses his palm against Mingi’s dick for another quick second before retracting his hand and swatting Mingi’s away.
“Sorry about that,” Yunho says as Mingi pulls him out of the car. He ducks his head, aiming for an apologetic smile. The driver just smiles and shakes their head, shooting Yunho a thumbs up.
He makes sure to leave a big tip.
“Hurry up,” Mingi slurs against the back of Yunho's neck as he fumbles with the key to Wooyoung’s apartment. It’s hard with warm hands trying to slide up his shirt but he finally manages and they stumble into the apartment at last, laughing loudly as Yunho kicks the door shut.
“Take off your pants,” Mingi commands, immediately pulling at his own shirt. He wiggles, struggling to get the fabric over his shoulders, and Yunho laughs some more.
“Why are you so big,” He complains, fumbling to unbutton his pants. “Everywhere?”
“I’m - fuck this fucking shirt - you think I’m big?”
Yunho rolls his eyes, hooking his thumbs into his unbuttoned pants. Mingi’s finally managed to get the shirt off and he's leaning against the couch, panting.
“You’re huge,” Yunho mumbles, thumbs still hooked in his pants. A wide grin stretches across Mingi’s face as he pushes off the couch and meets Yunho halfway, slipping his fingers through his belt loops. They're both smiling as Yunho stares down at the little silver swords stuck through Mingi’s nipples, which are a pretty, dusky brown. He's gorgeous all over; long, lean torso and tanned skin, a trail of hair disappearing into his waistband.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. You can’t be real.”
Mingi’s breath is hot as he nuzzles his nose against Yunho’s cheek, sending little thrills of heat through his entire body.
“Can I take these off?” He whispers it against Yunho’s mouth, tongue gliding over his lips. Yunho nods dizzily and Mingi rewards him with a sweet little laugh and a close-mouthed kiss on the lips.
It doesn't take long for Mingi to get Yunho’s pants pulled down his thighs; he wiggles them down to the floor and steps out of them, suddenly embarrassed now that he's standing there in his shirt and underwear. Mingi groans and grabs two fistfuls of Yunho’s briefs, pulling him closer and kissing him sloppily.
“Can I suck your dick,” He mumbles, slurring the words against Yunho’s cheek.
“Yeah, fuck, please,” Yunho breathes, hands sliding up the back of Mingi’s neck. It’s unbelievable, finally getting to touch him like this. He's warm and soft all over and his lips are plush like clouds, slightly damp wherever they smear over Yunho’s skin. His dick throbs as Mingi sinks to his knees, kissing a slow path down the middle of Yunho’s chest until he buries his nose in his groin.
“Take your shirt off,” Mingi says as he tugs Yunho’s briefs down.
“Holy shit,” Yunho gasps, fumbling to get his shirt off. Mingi’s movements are sloppy and enthusiastic and Yunho’s drunk enough that he doesn't care - doesn't think he'd care sober, actually. He's wanted this, wanted Mingi, for so long, he’d take anything at this point and he's getting everything.
Mingi moans wantonly as he licks along the length of Yunho’s cock, immediately getting spit and drool all over both of them. Yunho whimpers pathetically as he grabs two fistfuls of Mingi’s hair, drinking in the sight of his spit and precum-soaked lips and chin.
“Shit,” Yunho groans, tightening his grip on Mingi’s hair. “Holy shit.”
He can’t remember the last time he felt this good. Physically sure, but he just feels so light and happy, enjoying the blissed out look in Mingi’s half-lidded eyes as he sucks Yunho off. It’s all too much; the desperate, wet little noises Mingi’s making, his nails scraping along Yunho’s hips, how ecstatic he is to finally, finally get to do this.
“Mmm, gonna come,” Yunho sighs happily. “Gonna come, shit…”
Mingi’s thumbs massage his hips as he comes; it's surprisingly quiet but so intense he feels it down to his bones, face screwed up in pleasure. Mingi swallows everything down and Yunho waits until his softening cock slips out, dropping to his knees and pushing Mingi onto his back.
“Thank you,” Yunho murmurs, peppering kisses all over Mingi’s face. “Thank you, thank you.”
Mingi just hums, smiling dopily as Yunho pins him to the ground, rubbing against his face like an overeager puppy.
“Let’s shower,” Mingi mumbles, smoothing his hands up over Yunho’s shoulders. “Wanna shower with you.”
“Can I make you come?” Yunho asks, nosing into Mingi’s ear and nibbling the lobe.
“Mmm. Maybe later.”
“In the shower?”
Mingi chuckles, pinching both of Yunho’s cheeks and smacking a wet kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Yes, in the shower.”
➳
It’s still dark when Mingi wakes up, feeling hot and hungover and just gross in general. He groans and rubs his face, trying to stretch then realizing there’s a large, warm body being squished between his side and the back of the couch. Mingi chuckles, reaching down to sweep Yunho’s frizzy hair back from his forehead.
“Nnnn,” Yunho groans, burrowing his face into Mingi’s stomach. “Hnng.”
“Same,” Mingi says, still stroking Yunho’s hair back even as he sits up straight.
“Fuck,” Yunho grumbles, voice thick with sleep. “I wish I was dead.”
“Me too,” Mingi agrees, scooting forward to give Yunho a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll get us some water.”
“I have to pee,” Yunho says, rubbing his eyes. “And then kill myself.”
“Why don't you get started with the first one,” Mingi says, pushing off the couch. He wobbles a little where he stands, the full weight of his hangover knocking into him. “And get back to me.”
“I hate it here,” Yunho mumbles as he stumbles to the bathroom. “I hate you. I hate Wooyoung. I hate alcohol…”
Mingi chuckles as he trails off, disappearing down the hall. Groaning, he walks over to the light switch by the front door and braces himself before flipping it. The room fills with bright, white light and he hisses, clapping his hands over his face. Thankfully his head doesn’t hurt too much, he just feels heavy and vaguely nauseous. Mouth dry as hell, throat hoarse from all the yelling over the club music.
He pats his pockets for his phone but it's not there; no big deal. He can call Wooyoung later. He flips on the kitchen light as well, the microwave display telling him it's barely eight o'clock. Way earlier than he wanted to be up, but here they are. He gets a pot of coffee going and leans over the sink, splashing some water over his face and dragging wet fingers through his hair. He hadn't dried it after showering last night and it's all bent and half-damp and tangled.
“Get rid of all the alcohol,” comes Yunho's voice from the hall. Mingi snatches up a dish towel and dries off his face, grinning as Yunho ambles into the kitchen. “We’re never drinking again.”
“We don't live here,” Mingi points out, fixing up two glasses of ice water and handing one to Yunho as he slumps over on the counter.
“No one is ever drinking again,” Yunho mumbles against the side of his glass. “In the world.”
“That’s really the only logical solution,” Mingi says, nodding. Yunho lifts his head and glares, but the severity is undercut by the residual glitter from last night’s makeup and the soft, pink squishiness of his sleepy face. “I’m making coffee.”
Yunho downs half of his water, a few droplets gliding down his chin as he chugs. He gasps and slams the glass down on the counter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Want some breakfast?” Mingi asks, opening up the fridge and taking a look inside. “We have eggs, rice, some bacon, steak…?”
“Steak,” Yunho repeats, looking ill. “It’s eight in the morning.”
Mingi snickers, pulling out a carton of milk. “Cereal?”
➳
They're all snuggled up on the couch ten minutes later, with three different kinds of cereal and two milks on the coffee table, along with two empty bowls and two spoons. Yunho’s sort of nodding off against Mingi’s shoulder and Mingi’s scrolling through every streaming platform Wooyoung has, trying to find something to watch.
“Should we talk about last night?” Yunho slurs against Mingi’s shoulder, sounding half-asleep.
“Probably, but we can wait until you're actually conscious.”
“Why'd you get me so drunk,” Yunho groans, slapping Mingi lightly on the thigh. “Are you even hungover?”
“Am I hungover?” Mingi repeats, offended. “How dare you.”
“Whatever,” Yunho grumbles. “Make me some cereal.”
Maybe Mingi should be annoyed at Yunho’s grumpiness and his bossiness and his utter lack of filter, but he just thinks it's cute. Yunho’s voice is still thick with sleepiness and his cheeks are pink and a little puffed up, and it's maybe the most adorable thing Mingi has ever seen. He’s being so clingy and whiny, and Mingi has to admit he's really loving it. Yunho’s been so nervous around him and it's nice to see him finally comfortable with what they are - whatever they are.
“Fruity or chocolatey? Or boring?”
“Fruity,” Yunho mumbles, nuzzling Mingi’s shoulder and squeezing around his arm. He kind of needs both hands to open and pour the cereal but Yunho’s so cute he makes do. “Like you.”
“Funny. Oat milk?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay, here. Gonna have to let go of me for a second, sweetheart.”
The pink on Yunho’s cheeks deepens as he sticks his tongue out, letting go of Mingi’s arm and taking the proffered bowl of cereal. He wiggles away to the other end of the couch and digs in, sighing in contentment. His cheeks pudge out as he chews and shovels more cereal into his mouth, and Mingi’s heart goes all fluttery and sparkly.
“Do you remember the day we first met?” He suddenly asks. Yunho gives him a confused look and finishes chewing, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and clearing his throat. He sets his half-empty bowl on the coffee table, leaning back against the arm of the couch.
“Yeah? It was like a week ago.”
Mingi laughs, drawing his knees up to his chin and wrapping his arms around his shins.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“...Okay?”
Mingi knows it’s mean to be so cryptic, but he can’t help it - Yunho’s just so cute when he's nervous. His eyes get all wide and start darting around and it's clear he's trying to be cool, and he’s awful at it.
“I was kind of hoping your date wouldn't go well.”
Yunho barks out a laugh, reaching for his cereal. It’s probably a bit soggy now but he doesn't seem to mind, stirring it around and shoveling in another bite. Mingi reaches for the box of Cocoa Puffs, grabbing a handful and popping a few into his mouth. The crunch is deafening.
“That’s fucked up,” Yunho finally says, but he's grinning. “What if I really liked him?”
“You obviously didn't.”
“And what, you saw my meltdown about it and wanted to keep me all to yourself? I was just that sexy?”
“You’re very sexy,” Mingi says, rolling a puff between his fingers. “And I kind of already maybe was into you a little bit.”
He wishes he could take a picture of the look on Yunho’s face. His cheeks, which were already rosy to begin with, flush even deeper, and his eyes go cartoon character wide. Heart-shaped lips parted in shock, fingers frozen.
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious!”
“Bullshit!” Yunho yells, setting down his bowl and crawling forward. He practically smacks the box of cereal out of Mingi's hand, getting right in his face and peering into his eyes, still on all fours.
“I’m very serious,” Mingi laughs, reaching up to tug at a particularly frizzy piece of hair on Yunho’s head. “Whenever I saw pictures of you I always thought you were cute.”
“You said you thought I would be goofy!”
“Well I still thought you seemed cool.”
“You’re such a liar,” Yunho says, eyes narrowed. He sits back on his heels, a smile playing at his lips. “What if my date had gone really well? What if I’d gotten laid that night?”
Mingi tries to tamp down the surprising wave of nausea that hits him at this; he’s never been the most jealous person but there’s something so intoxicating about being able to get Yunho so flustered and pink-faced. He hates the thought of someone else doing it, someone else touching him, pulling noises out of him. Fuck. He’s down bad.
“Well thankfully you didn’t,” He finally says, after much too long a pause. Yunho’s looking at him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness.
“You wouldn’t want me if I was damaged goods?” He says, putting on an exaggerated pout. Mingi reaches up to smooth a thumb over his cheek.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Yunho’s lips twitch as he fights a smile. He squirms, pretending at nonchalance.
“Where would we go?”
Mingi grins, pushing Yunho gently back against the couch so he can hover over him. He slots a leg between Yunho’s thighs, watching as his eyes widen and his pretty, pink lips part again.
“Where do you want to go?”
“You’re the one asking me out, shouldn’t you be the one planning things?”
“God forbid I find out what interests you so you can have a nice night,” Mingi teases. Yunho rolls his eyes, a pleased smile curling his lips. “Dinner? A movie? Bowling?” He lifts a brow. “Sex club?”
“Say more about that last one,” Yunho says seriously, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Would we fuck other people? Watch other people fuck?” His face lights up with mock excitement. “Do we wear assless chaps?”
“I think you'd look good in latex,” Mingi says thoughtfully, and Yunho smacks him on the arm. “How about mini golf?”
“No way,” Yunho says, shaking his head. “Last time I went mini golfing I had to get stitches.”
“How the fuck - ”
“Wooyoung is a very sore loser.”
Mingi laughs, leaning down to nuzzle their noses together. Yunho makes a soft, shy, giggly little noise and tilts his head up for a kiss that's all chapped lips and Fruity Pebbles.
“So, no to mini golf,” Mingi murmurs against his mouth. “How about ax throwing?”
“How about - ” Somehow Yunho’s blush deepens even more. “Never mind.”
“You know, when someone says that, they're legally required to finish what they were saying.”
Yunho sighs, head flopping back against the couch cushion.
“We could stay in,” He mumbles. “And…I don't know, have like…I don’t know!” He groans, slapping his hands over his face.
“Just say it,” Mingi urges. “What, are you afraid I’m going to make fun of you?”
“Yes,” Yunho says at once. “One hundred percent.”
“I wouldn’t,” Mingi assures him. “I promise.”
Yunho narrows his eyes and holds up his hand, pinky out. “Pinky promise.”
Mingi links their pinkies together, holding up his other hand like he's taking an oath. “I solemnly swear upon these interlocked pinkies that I will not make fun of your date idea.”
“You’re making fun of me right now,” Yunho huffs, but he nods and lets go. “Okay, I just…we could do, like. I don’t know, a little makeover party kind of thing. We could dye our hair, or do our nails and get some temporary tattoos…oh god, that's lame. That’s so lame, just ignore - ”
“That is,” Mingi says softly, “The cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“Liar,” Yunho mumbles, but he's fighting a pleased smile.
“I just have one question,” Mingi says, keeping his voice even. Yunho stares at him through narrowed eyes for a solid ten seconds before he speaks in a low voice that’s all threat.
“What.”
“Did you find that idea on Pinterest?”
“You’re a bag of dicks,” Yunho yells, twisting around to grab a pillow and taking aim. “Why are you such an asshole!”
“Sorry!” Mingi says, snickering and fighting to get the pillow away. “I’m sorry, it’s really cute, I’m sorry!”
“Asshole,” Yunho grumbles. He drops the pillow to the floor and folds his arms across his chest, sulking like a big, adorable baby. Mingi waits until it seems safe, then reaches out to pinch his cheek. He’s met with a look of outrage, and fights the urge to get his phone and take a picture of Yunho looking like a disgruntled gerbil.
“I think we could both use the day to decompress,” Mingi finally says, patting Yunho on the cheek. “If you wanted to - oh!”
“What?”
Mingi grins, patting Yunho’s chest in excitement. “I've just had the best fucking idea ever. You're gonna have to go home this afternoon and give me some time.”
“Time for what?” Yunho asks, looking nervous all of a sudden. Mingi tugs at his lower lip with the tip of his thumb.
“Nothing. I mean, something, but it's good. I promise. I just need to get some stuff ready.”
“Okay,” Yunho says warily, trying to push himself up. He starts to say something else but is interrupted by his phone buzzing on the coffee table, and leans over to pick it up.
Mingi grabs the Cocoa Puffs again, crunching one between his teeth.
“I’m surprised you’re up,” Yunho says into the phone. He frowns. “Ew. Can - gross.” Rolls his eyes. “Well of course I do, but you didn't have to say it like that. Yeah, we're having breakfast. No, you freak.” Annoyed but fond face. “It’s literally your apartment.” Disgusted grimace. “Oh my god, do you have to be so - okay, yeah. I’ll see you later.”
“He’s vile,” Yunho says, shaking his head and tossing the phone back onto the coffee table. “And no, I’m not repeating what he said.”
“Is he coming over?”
“He’s not coming over, he lives here.”
“So do we, practically,” Mingi argues. Yunho snorts.
“If Wooyoung and I lived together we’d kill each other. Can you get off me? I have to pee. Oh, and Mingi?”
“Yes?”
Yunho flashes a wide smile.
“Pinch my cheek like that ever again and I’ll bite your fingers off and eat them.”
➳
hey pretty boy
come to the address i sent at 5 😊
you’re not luring me to my murder are you?
guess you’ll have to come and find out!
Yunho sighs and flops back on his bed, phone falling out of his hand and onto the sheets beside him. It’s not like he doesn’t trust Mingi, it’s just…he’s nervous. About a lot of things. The mystery location tonight is actually the least of his worries, and this impending date-not-date is somewhere in the middle. Not knowing exactly what Mingi wants from him…not knowing if they’re going to sleep together, if Mingi even wants to? What they’re going to do once he goes back home because Yunho’s kind of already falling for him? Those are highest on the list, only they’re all sort of blurring together into one big, nauseating ball of uncertainty.
what should i wear?
latex catsuit
……
whatever you want! something cute
you’re the one with the cute clothes, not me
i’m sure you can figure something out
see you tonight
💜
Yunho grumbles, sending back a thumbs down emoji and resisting the urge to throw his phone. He really doesn’t have very cute clothes, and there’s no way he’s giving Wooyoung the satisfaction of asking for fashion advice. No, Yunho’s going to have to figure this out on his own.
Everything he owns just seems so plain, especially after being Mingi’s barbie doll the other night - a memory that makes him feel all sorts of hot all over, and something he hopes to do again. He wishes he had something cute and pink but the most adventurous thing he owns is the dumb pirate shirt Mingi wore to the bar. There’s definitely enough time to go into town and look for something new, but the thought of frustratedly trying on clothes for two hours before going home with nothing to show for it but a bad mood is enough of a deterrent to keep him home.
He’s sitting in his car at 6:30, looking through the directions to the address Mingi sent. It looks to be about a fifteen minute drive but Yunho’s always been directionally challenged so he sets off early, just in case. He can’t stop squirming as he glances down at the map every ten seconds, his clothes feeling all wrong. He’d gone through about twenty different combinations of jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters before deciding on some jeans that make his ass look nice, and a fluffy yellow sweater that looks warmer than it is and has sleeves that hang over his hands. Not sure if it's cute but he'd grown tired of staring at his own flustered reflection.
Normally he drives with music on but he's too nervous for that right now, which is saying something because Yunho can’t stand silence. It makes him feel itchy.
“What the fuck,” He murmurs as he pulls into the parking lot of what appears to be an apartment building. It’s in a much nicer side of town than he's used to, and he doesn't know anyone who lives here. Maybe it’s an airbnb? Anxiety tingles up his spine a little but thankfully Mingi calls him.
“You’re here!”
“Um,” Yunho says, looking behind him to see if he's in anyone’s way. “Yeah, are you?”
“Yeah, just pull into any spot and I’ll come get you.”
“Okaaaay,” Yunho says slowly. He pulls into a spot and shuts off his car, grateful it’s not nighttime because he'd probably be a lot more creeped out if it was dark outside. “Stay on the phone.”
“Oh my god,” Mingi laughs, and Yunho pretends the sound doesn't give him butterflies. “It’s literally broad daylight and there are other people around, relax.”
“You’re practically a stranger to me,” Yunho huffs, getting out of the car. “I’ve barely known you a week.”
“Then why’d you agree to meet me at a strange address by yourself?”
This time he hears Mingi’s actual voice and spins around to see him walking across the parking lot, phone pressed to his face. His hair is wet and messy and he's wearing flared jeans in a gorgeous, deep red and a pale pink crop top with white hearts printed all over it. Yunho swallows thickly as Mingi hangs up and slides his phone into one of his front pockets - no fucking clue how it fits, given how tight the pants are.
“You look so fucking cute,” Yunho breathes, heart pounding as Mingi finally closes in and backs him against the car. “You aren’t real, and you're making me look bad.”
“You look adorable!”
“Whatever,” Yunho huffs. Mingi grins. “Who lives here?”
“Kiss first,” Mingi says, nuzzling their noses together and resting his hands on the front of his sweater. Yunho lets out a weird, giggly sort of scoff but closes his eyes anyway, smiling as Mingi captures his lips in an endearingly chaste kiss. He leans their foreheads together when the kiss is over, cheeks pink.
“Stop being cute,” Yunho grumbles.You’re not my boyfriend! He wants to yell. “Who lives here?”
Mingi steps back and bites his lip, clasping his hands behind his back. The action pushes his chest out and Yunho’s caveman brain takes over, gaze locked in on the imprint of nipple piercings through the shirt. He's desperately ignoring the area below the crop top - the last thing he needs right now is to pop a boner over a happy trail. Mingi shoves a hand in his pocket and pulls out a small, shiny object.
“What - ?”
Mingi’s smile is sweet but slightly nervous as he drops the item into Yunho’s outstretched palm.
“I do.”
Yunho stares at the key, frowning and blinking as he tries to process the information he's just been given.
“You - what?”
“I live here,” Mingi says, uncharacteristically soft. “I, um…I’m moving here.”
“You dick!” Yunho suddenly shouts, smacking Mingi on the arm. “When did - you’ve known you were moving this whole time, and you’ve been letting me think I’m part of some doomed Jane Austen romance - ”
“It’s not my fault you’re so dramatic,” Mingi laughs, looking much more himself. “I didn't want to say anything until I knew it was a sure thing!”
“You’re really moving here? Like, for good? Like…really?”
Mingi nods. “Really really. And to be honest, even if I wasn’t, I would have wanted…I mean, I would have tried to make it work.”
“That’s gay,” Yunho says, fighting against the smile that's trying to take over his face. “Fuck. Are you gonna show me around?”
Mingi nods eagerly, bouncing on his feet and looping his arm through Yunho’s.
“Yes, and it's so nice, Yunho. I absolutely can’t afford the rent up here but my parents said they'd help out. I mean, they probably just wanted me to move out already but I’m grateful anyway. This place is so nice, it's like straight out of a magazine.”
He continues to babble as he uses a keycard to enter the apartment building, which is huge and matte black and has lots of glass. The inside is surprisingly different, with high ceilings, white walls, and gold accents. Mingi’s excited rambling bounces off the walls as he shows Yunho the front desk and elevator. It really is fancy.
“I feel very out of place,” Yunho says quietly, admiring the front desk receptionist’s immaculate haircut and sharply pressed button-up. Mingi just laughs as he presses the button for the elevator.
“I always wanted to live in a place like this,” Mingi admits, once they're inside. He presses the button for what looks like the top floor.
“Congrats on living out your dream,” Yunho says drily, suddenly assaulted with dozens of mirror images of Mingi’s pretty pants and shirt. He looks like a Valentine’s Day wet dream.
“You hate it,” Mingi observes.
“No! It’s amazing, really. And it’s really cool that your parents are helping pay for it.”
“Yeah, and it’s so sexy that I can’t pay my own rent,” Mingi says, wiggling his eyebrows. He spreads his legs a little and pulls Yunho between them using his belt loops. He looks crazy sexy leaning against the wall, an easy grin curling his lips. “You want me so bad, huh?”
“It’s not a dealbreaker,” Yunho mumbles. Mingi chuckles, letting go of his pants and grabbing his hands instead. He laces their fingers together and yanks.
“Why are you so nervous?” Mingi asks, nuzzling their noses together. Yunho lets his eyes flutter closed, leaning into it. “It’s just me.”
“Yeah it's just you, in your fancy rich people apartment and your runway clothes and your stupid, sexy mouth…”
“You think my mouth is sexy?”
“I think you know very well your mouth is sexy.”
“Oh, I know my mouth is sexy. What I’m interested in is you thinking it's sexy.”
And Yunho is still a bit unsure what he’s allowed to do within the perimeters of their ever-changing relationship, but he feels comfortable enough to lean forward and kiss Mingi just to shut him up. Really, his cockiness would be annoying if it weren't for the fact that he's always right and it’s kind of hot, not that Yunho would admit it.
Mingi chuckles against his lips, pulling his hands away to run them up Yunho’s sides. He parts his lips and Yunho eagerly licks into a familiar, silky heat. Too soon, Mingi breaks the kiss with a gentle laugh, pushing against Yunho’s chest.
“Elevator’s stopped moving, Yunho.”
“Oh. Right.”
Mingi smiles warmly and takes him by the hand, squeezing excitedly as the elevator doors slide open.
“Okay, um. Before you go inside, I should just warn you that my parents helped me decorate and it's kind of…well it's not stuff I would have picked, but they were nice enough to pay, so.”
“Open the door,” Yunho says, sighing. Mingi gives him another one of those uncharacteristically nervous looks as they stop at a door with a pristine 406 on it. He fiddles with the handle and Yunho huffs, hand darting forward to twist the damn doorknob and get it over with.
“Yunho,” Mingi whines, but makes no effort to interfere as Yunho bullies his way inside.
It really does look like a magazine cover, with perfectly matched furniture and appliances that have clearly never been used. It fits Mingi’s personality somehow - beautiful and bold, but it’s definitely too put together, flirting with pretentiousness. There’s a lot of white and gold, and as much as Yunho wants to touch everything as he walks around, he keeps his hands to himself. He grins when he gets to the dishwasher, holding up the price tag that’s still attached. Mingi rolls his eyes, leaning a hip against a fridge that looks like it’s been dipped in gold.
“I haven’t quite finished moving in yet.”
“It really is nice,” Yunho comments, opening cabinets to find very expensive looking dishware. “Doesn’t seem very homey though. No mismatched mugs, no dishes in the sink.”
“Not everyone leaves dishes in the sink for days at a time,” Mingi says with a wry smile. This time it’s Yunho’s turn to roll his eyes.
“This is all very fascinating,” He says, seized by a sudden boldness, “But I didn’t come here to see the kitchen.”
“You didn’t even know you were coming here,” Mingi shoots back, grinning. “What exactly are you getting at?”
“I’m getting at your mom,” Yunho huffs, flustered yet again. How does Mingi do that? “Are you going to show me your bedroom or not?”
“Follow me,” Mingi says, sweeping into a grandiose bow.
The bedroom doesn’t quite feel like Mingi either. The only personal touch is a framed photo of him and Wooyoung from when they were kids, with Mingi buried up to his neck in the sand and Wooyoung miming digging him up. Yunho can’t help smiling when he sees it, proudly displayed above the bed.
“This is adorable.”
“Yeah? Didn’t you tell Wooyoung I was an ugly kid?”
“I said nothing of the sort!”
“Are you calling Wooyoung a liar?”
“That is exactly what I’m calling him!”
Mingi grins. “Now Yunho, there’s no need to get excited.”
“I don’t know why I bother with you.” Yunho looks around for something to throw, but the pillows on the bed look too fancy to touch, so he settles for kicking weakly in Mingi’s direction. “You might be the most aggravating person I’ve ever met.”
“Well you’re welcome to leave,” Mingi says, “But there’s a room you should see before you go.”
Not bothering to say that they both know damn well he’s not going anywhere, Yunho fixes a sour look on his face and follows Mingi out of the room and down the hall. They pass a bathroom that, again, looks way too fancy to actually use, and then they come to a closed door. Mingi stands in front of it with his hands clasped behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“Are you going to show me what’s inside, or..?”
“I will,” Mingi says, wiggling his eyebrows. God, what a loser. “In exchange for a kiss.”
“You can have a kiss after you open the door,” Yunho says, planting his hands on his hips. “Unless you're planning to unleash a pit of vipers on me.”
“How the hell would I fit a pit of vipers - ”
“Open the door!”
Mingi’s lips curve into a lovely, shy smile that almost dissolves Yunho’s snark, and when he pushes the door open, the rest of it fades away.
He steps slowly into the room, heart skittering around in his chest. Unlike every other room in the apartment, this one has Mingi written all over it. There’s a pale green couch against the far wall, and a beautiful glass coffee table covered with sheets of temporary tattoos, an assortment of colorful hair accessories, and a case of nail polishes. Twinkle lights are strung up all across the ceiling, and the walls are decorated with more pictures of Wooyoung and Mingi.
“I got some hair dye too,” He hears Mingi murmur from somewhere behind him. “But that's a more permanent change, so we can just do the rest, if you want. Or nothing at all! There's, uh, some makeup I bought too, but I didn't have a chance to get that set up. And I also bought some wine…”
Yunho takes a few hesitant steps into the room, dropping to his knees and running his fingers softly over the sheets of temporary tattoos. Some of them are tacky and awful, and others are more minimalist and tasteful; his favorites are immediately the sparkly butterflies. He looks disbelievingly up at Mingi.
“You went out and bought all of this today?”
“Yeah,” Mingi says with a hesitant smile. “I just thought, because you said - ”
Before he can finish, Yunho jerks to his feet and smashes their mouths together with absolutely no romance and zero finesse. Mingi makes a startled noise and stumbles back a bit, but quickly gains his bearings and laughs softly, allowing Yunho to steady himself on his shoulders.
“Sorry,” Yunho mumbles when he breaks the kiss, resting their foreheads together. “This is just…”
“Yeah?” Mingi says, chuckling. He cups Yunho’s cheeks, stroking gently with his thumbs.
“I want to get to all of that,” Yunho murmurs, leaning into the touch and gesturing toward the coffee table. “But I would like to get you out of these clothes and into that bed I know you haven't christened yet, if that's okay with you.”
“Why sir,” Mingi replies, tugging at Yunho’s bottom lip with his thumb. “I don't put out on the first date, and I’m appalled that you would suggest otherwise - ”
“Wanna suck my dick?”
“...Yes.”
Yunho grins, grabbing Mingi’s hand and pulling him out of the room and into the bedroom. The bed sort of looks like it belongs in a fancy hotel room, and Yunho doesn’t relish the thought of having sex on the gaudy, old lady bedding. Like he knows what Yunho’s thinking, Mingi immediately starts stripping off the big, puffy blankets and throwing them to the floor.
“Be honest,” Yunho says, leaning against the closed door with his arms across his chest. “Did you do this just to get me into bed?”
“Me!” Mingi laughs, picking up an enormous gold pillow and launching it across the room. Yunho easily dodges it. “You’re the one who practically jumped me when I was just trying to give you some cute, innocent tattoos - ”
“Oh please, like that wasn’t your plan all along. Here’s my sexy new apartment, and my slutty outfit, and the cutest date of all time - ”
“Who are you calling slutty? And the date was your idea!”
“Who are you yelling at?”
“YOU!”
Mingi stares at him in shock, chest heaving, and Yunho returns his incredulous stare. Then they both start laughing, and Yunho pushes off the door and crawls onto the bed. They meet in the middle, joining hands and nuzzling their noses together.
“I have a question,” Mingi murmurs. Yunho hums, nose gliding along Mingi’s sharp jaw, breathing in his scent. “Okay, that’s very distracting.”
“Hmm,” Yunho hums, smiling softly. “You smell good.”
Mingi groans, head falling back to give better access. “What do I smell like?”
“Like…” Yunho pauses, pressing his nose gently into the soft skin under Mingi’s jaw. “Something sweet. Kind of…earthy, too?” He hums thoughtfully, rubbing his nose a little more firmly, then flicks his tongue out for a taste. Mingi makes a high-pitched noise and shivers, squeezing Yunho’s hands.
“Okay, that’s - I had a question,” Mingi breathes.
“Ask away.”
Mingi disentangles their hands, and Yunho fixes an innocent look on his face. He clasps his hands behind his back, tilting his head to the side and nodding for Mingi to continue.
“Okay, I was just wondering about when you went out with Wonwoo.”
Yunho blinks in surprise. “That’s…certainly not what I was expecting you to say. What about it?”
“When we were joking around, and you said what if you’d gotten laid,” Mingi goes on. Yunho lifts an inquisitive brow. “Well, I was wondering…if you had. Gotten laid, I mean.”
“What exactly are you asking me?”
“I was just wondering if you’d have topped or bottomed in that situation.”
It takes a few seconds for the question to sink in, and when it does, Yunho barks out a laugh, covering his mouth with his hands. Mingi looks on with a fond but exasperated half-smile.
“Sorry, just - did you have to bring Wonwoo into this? You couldn’t just ask me if I’m a top or a bottom, like a grownup?”
“I am a grownup,” Mingi fires back. His cheeks are starting to match the color of his pants, and Yunho’s never been more delighted in his life.
“You’re nervous,” He realizes, unable to even pretend to hide his glee. “Oh my god, you’re nervous to have sex with me. Mingi. That’s so cute.”
“I’m not nervous about shit.” Mingi folds his arms across his chest, rolling his eyes. “You’re just an asshole - ”
“Yunho can see my tits if he’s a good boy,” Yunho quotes, grinning and shuffling forward to slip his fingers through Mingi’s belt loops. “Where the hell did that guy go?”
“You memorized what I said to you that night? That’s gay as fuck, Yunho - ”
“And you know exactly what night I’m talking about,” Yunho shoots back. “So who’s gay now?”
“Your mom,” Mingi offers.
“It’s cute that you’re nervous,” Yunho says gently, resting his hands on Mingi’s shoulders. “And to answer your question, I have no idea if I would have topped or not. It wasn’t something we discussed, it was just a first date. If you want to know my preference, I don’t have one. I like both, so it usually depends what my partner likes.”
“Of course it does.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s just hot,” Mingi answers, arms still folded over his chest. It pushes his pecs together, drawing Yunho’s eyes to the piercings poking through the shirt.
“Well what do you like?”
Mingi’s cheeks flush even darker and Yunho chuckles lightly, pulling his fingers from the belt loops and resting his hands on top of Mingi’s crossed forearms. He leans in close for a soft, closed-mouth kiss, and Mingi sighs and lets his arms drop.
“What, are you shy now?”
For a moment he worries he’s taking things in the wrong direction, but then Mingi’s hands cup his face and he comes in hot with a kiss devoid of his previous shyness. A startled but pleased noise slips from Yunho’s mouth into Mingi’s, and for a few moments they get caught up in a deep, smoldering kiss.
“I’m not shy,” Mingi breathes when they pull apart. Yunho moans softly, dick twitching. He's straining against his zipper; rolls his hips a little just to get some friction.
“Fuck,” Yunho murmurs, running his palms flat up Mingi’s chest. Beyond sick of self-restraint, he rolls his thumbs over Mingi's nipples, nails catching on the piercings. A sharp, high whine spills from Mingi’s lips, accompanied by his eyes fluttering so rapidly Yunho’s afraid he’s about to lose consciousness.
“Yeah?” It slips out on accident, husky and amused, and Mingi’s face goes slack with pleasure, hands trembling as he fists the front of Yunho’s sweater.
“Fuck,” Mingi whimpers, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Out of curiosity, Yunho pushes at the hem of his shirt until it drags over his nipples. Mingi’s entire body convulses, hips jerking forward to bump against Yunho’s. “Oh m-my god, Yunho, just - fuck, stop - ”
“Are you okay?” Yunho says with both mock and genuine concern, dragging his nails over Mingi’s pecs. Mingi whines again, hands wrapping around Yunho's wrists. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, fuck, please don't stop,” Mingi whispers desperately, hands sliding up Yunho's chest and settling at the base of his neck, fingers sliding up into his hair. Yunho chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Mingi’s nose before dipping his head to drag his tongue slowly over his nipple.
The noise that comes out of Mingi’s mouth is the most startling, arousing sound Yunho’s ever heard in his life. He slides his tongue over warm metal, taking Mingi’s nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. He rolls it between his teeth, trying desperately to ignore the painful ache in his groin. Mingi’s responsiveness is unexpected; he’s so sensitive to having his nipples touched, and it's absolutely decimated what little self-control Yunho has left.
“Fuck,” Mingi rasps, pushing at Yunho’s head. “I can’t - you have to stop, Yunho, it’s just - ”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s just - I can feel my fucking heartbeat in my dick when you do that, Yunho!”
“Yeah?” It comes out cockier this time, and Mingi makes an irritated noise, using Yunho’s hair to pull him up for another messy kiss.
“Wasn’t,” Mingi mumbles, sliding his hands up underneath Yunho’s sweater. “Wasn’t I supposed to be sucking your dick?”
“Oh yeah. Fuck. Yeah, okay.”
He pushes at Mingi's shirt, urging him to just take it off. Laughing hoarsely, Mingi tugs the offending fabric off and throws it over the side of the bed. Yunho turns and falls onto his back, pulling Mingi down with him.
“Take - take these off,” Mingi pants, getting Yunho’s jeans unbuttoned and unzipped in record time.
“You take yours off,” Yunho teases, craning his neck to get a good look at Mingi’s ass. He's on all fours, a slight arch to his back, and Yunho’s a little worried the fabric is going to tear. “God, your ass is so fat - ”
“I might need to get off the bed to take these off,” Mingi says, grinning. Yunho whines and flails in displeasure, and Mingi laughs and slaps him playfully on the inside of his thigh. Might as well enjoy the show, he thinks, eagerly wiggling his jeans off and kicking them over the side of the bed, along with his underwear. He leans back on his elbows, leering as Mingi struggles to get his own pants off.
“While we’re here,” Mingi grunts, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The movement jiggles everything - everything - and Yunho can't help running a hand over his aching dick, groaning softly. “I bottom more than I top, but I enjoy both too. I end up bottoming a lot, for some reason? I mean I’m fine with either, but I don’t top as much as I’d like to.”
“So you want to top with me?”
Now having successfully stepped out of his pants, Mingi plants his hands on his hips and confirms that no, he is not wearing underwear.
“I want to do both, at some point. Tonight I can do either, I’m ready to bottom if - ”
“You’re ready to bottom?” Yunho shoots up, overwhelmed with images of Mingi getting ready, whatever that might mean. Fingering himself, using toys. Either way, it’s spank bank material for the year.
“Yes I’m ready to bottom,” Mingi challenges, “Is that a problem?”
Oh, but this off-kilter, out-of-his-depth Mingi is really doing it for Yunho. It’s so nice to see that he’s just a guy, he’s not the smoldering sex god Yunho’s been building up in his head. And now that he's sure Mingi’s here to stay, that they have plenty of time together, he feels more in his element.
“Not at all,” Yuhno says conversationally, letting his legs fall open. Mingi’s eyes go right to his dick, as planned, and Yunho smothers a smug grin. “But if you wanted to top, we can make that work.”
“What, tonight?” Mingi’s eyes go wide like a cartoon burglar seeing a bank vault filled with gold. “I didn’t think you’d be…you know.”
“Ready? Prepped?” Yunho’s grin shifts from teasing to lecherous. “Stretched?”
“Are you prepped right now? Tell me. Quickly.”
Yunho snorts, leaning back against the headboard and folding his arms across his chest. “I mean, I’m definitely not ready for a dick in the ass right this second, but I did fool around a little in the shower this morning, so we could definitely get there.”
“Fool around?” Mingi scoffs. “How old are you, eighty?”
“No, you’re right,” Yunho says, dragging his fingers along the length of his cock. Mingi’s eyes track the movement. “I should have been more specific. I fingered myself in the shower and jerked off while thinking about riding you.”
“You fucking asshole,” Mingi breathes, climbing eagerly onto the bed and nestling between Yunho’s thighs. “Fuck you. I’m gonna suck your dick until you cry, and then I’m going to sit on it.”
A shiver makes its way down Yunho’s spine, and he lets go of his dick and smooths his hand down the inside of his thighs.
“Are you sure that’s what you want? Because the way you’re looking at me, it kind of seems like you’d rather I sit on your dick.”
“I don't know what gave you that impression,” Mingi says, but his eyes go all sparkly and reverent and Yunho knows he’s right.
“Couldn’t be the look on your face when I offered to bottom for you earlier,” He says casually. “Do you have any lube in this place?”
“Actually,” Mingi starts, and Yunho preemptively rolls his eyes. “I got all that stuff for our date, stuck a plug in my ass, and somehow managed to forget the lube.”
“Turn around,” Yunho says immediately, overcome by a staggering wave of lust. “Let me see.”
It’s difficult enough to act unbothered as it is, what with Mingi standing there completely naked and unfazed, all tanned skin and long legs and god, huge thighs. He grins impishly, turning slowly and smoothing his hands over his bare ass. Yunho licks his lips, sitting up straighter, as Mingi wiggles his eyebrows and jiggles his own ass. It would be stupid if Yunho wasn't so horny. Okay, it is stupid, but he’s still horny.
“Get on the bed,” He says, covering his face with his hands. “Right now, before I die of embarrassment.”
Mingi sticks his tongue out and pads across the room, stopping to rifle through a bag sitting in the corner. He spins around with a laughably large bottle of lube, holding it up like it's a prize on a game show.
“Oh my god,” Yunho laughs, shaking his head with his hands still covering his face. “Where the hell did you get that?”
“Doesn't matter where,” Mingi says evasively, coming back over to the bed and setting the bottle on the floor next to them. “I swear to god, I didn't even know they made lube in bottles that size.”
“Well, good for us,” Yunho says, nodding and letting his hands fall into his lap. “We won't have to buy lube again for the next…oh, three or four days?”
“That’s ambitious,” Mingi says, lifting a brow. He sits on the edge of the bed, knee brushing Yunho’s thigh. Then he blurts, “You know, the look on your face when I said you could see my tits is kind of burned into my brain.”
Yunho blinks. “Is that so?”
Mingi nods, dragging his fingertips up the inside of Yunho’s thigh. He lets his legs fall open, teeth digging softly into his bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
“...And?” Anxiety slithers up his spine as Mingi continues to trace patterns on his thigh, contemplative but not quite frowning.
“Just wondering what happened to that guy, I guess.”
“What exactly do you mean?”
Painfully aware of how naked they both are and how this probably isn't the time to be discussing this, Yunho licks his lips and avoids Mingi’s eyes.
“You’re just…different,” Mingi says softly. Contemplatively. “Not in a bad way, not at all. It just feels like I don't make you as nervous as I did when we first met.”
Yunho snorts. “What, you want me to act like a blushing virgin?”
“Don't ever say that again,” Mingi says, pinching his thigh. Yunho yelps, swatting him on the arm, and gets a dazzling grin in response. “No, I like you just the way you are. I just sort of miss getting you flustered.”
“You still fluster me,” Yunho admits, heat rising in his cheeks as Mingi’s fingers dance closer to his cock. “I’m just…not scared you're going to run off and leave me alone and horny.”
“I would never leave you horny,” Mingi says, grinning wolfishly before his features settle into something more serious. “I’m not going anywhere though, I promise.”
“Well, there's your answer.”
“What, you lock me down and now I’m not sexy anymore?”
Yunho narrows his eyes and grabs the hand that’s creeping up the inside of his thigh, placing it on his achingly hard cock and rolling his hips.
“Does it feel like I don't find you sexy anymore?”
“I knew it,” Mingi says, a bit breathlessly. “I knew there was a freak lurking under your sweet, blushy little face - ”
“Don’t ever say any of those words ever again,” Yunho interrupts. “ Lurking, what are you even saying to me right - ”
He stops mid-sentence, sucking in a sharp breath as Mingi’s fingers tighten around his cock.
“Mingi,” He mumbles. He gets an innocent smile in response, and his breath hitches as Mingi rubs the base of his cock with his palm, eyes dark. He crawls between Yunho’s legs, pressing his thighs open with the flat of his palms.
It’s nothing they haven't done before, but the last time Mingi’s mouth was this close to Yunho’s dick they were both wasted. Now that he's sober, he's aware of so much more; the heat of Mingi’s breath puffing over his cock, the steady, back-and-forth rubbing of his thumb over his hip bone. Yunho’s pulse thunders as Mingi’s nails press into his skin, pinning him down by the hip as his tongue darts out to lick up the precum beading from the tip of his cock.
“I can’t - Mingi,” He murmurs, trying to figure out what to do with his hands. He settles for fisting the sheets next to him, hips jerking as Mingi’s warm, wet tongue drags leisurely along a pulsing vein.
Mingi hums, repeating the action until Yunho’s cock glistens with saliva. He remembers what it felt like to be all the way down Mingi’s throat, how he felt like his entire body was on fire, but this - this is that and so much more. It’s the way Mingi seems to be loving it so much, the taste, the feel. Tears prick in the back of Yunho’s eyes as he twitches, whimpering in pleasure.
When Mingi finally sucks the head of his cock between those pillowy lips, Yunho hisses in a breath and tries to hold still. Tries to stay quiet and let Mingi take his time, when what he really wants to do is grab a fistful of hair and shove his head down.
“God,” Yunho groans, giving in to half the urge and threading his fingers through Mingi’s hair. He toys with it, using it as a distraction so he doesn't finish too soon, which is getting likelier with each second Mingi sucks him. His tongue is like magic, swirling in teasing little patterns until he sinks down further, humming low in his throat. The vibration sends an electric shock from Yunho’s dick to his brain, pulling out an embarrassingly high-pitched shout of pleasure.
“Fucking - oh my god,” He moans, fighting every nerve in his body that wants him to start rolling his hips. Mingi chuckles, actually chuckles with his lips wrapped around Yunho’s cock, and it's so sexy Yunho’s eyes roll back in his head. Part of him is certain Mingi wouldn't mind rougher treatment, but he wants to get permission. Wants to do this right.
“Come here,” He slurs, grabbing a handful of Mingi’s hair and pulling him off his cock. They collide in a messy kiss, Mingi eagerly fumbling to get on Yunho’s lap and straddle him properly. He can't remember the last time he was this turned on, groaning low in his throat and trying to climb as deep inside Mingi’s mouth as possible.
“You want to fuck my mouth, don't you?”
“Hnng,” Yunho mumbles eloquently, fisting Mingi’s hair and licking up the side of his neck. He sucks greedily, hungrily, dick twitching at the thought of Mingi covered in hickies.
“I know this probably isn't the best time to ask this question,” Mingi breathes, grinding his ass over Yunho’s dick. “But do you want to be my boyfriend?”
“Thought I already was,” Yunho murmurs distractedly, suddenly very aware he's still in his sweater and Mingi is completely naked. His hands move clumsily over Mingi’s hips, groping his soft skin until he gets a finger between his cheeks.
“That's awfully presump - ah, okay, that's - very, very distracting - ”
Yunho huffs out a laugh as Mingi writhes in his lap, lifting his hips to grant better access. They groan in unison as Yunho spreads Mingi open, using the tip of his middle finger to press gently at the outside of his hole, rubbing in little circles.
“I’m the one fucking you,” Mingi says almost desperately, gripping Yunho’s shoulders so tightly he's sure nails would break skin if his sweater were off.
“Ohhh,” Yunho says, nodding and relishing in the way Mingi’s trying to push back against his finger. “Right, I forgot that your asshole is off limits the whole night just cause I’m going to bottom - ”
“If you're gonna put it in,” Mingi says through his teeth, hips jerking when Yunho applies just a bit more pressure, “Then put it the fuck in.”
“Do you want me to?” Yunho murmurs, using his free hand to stroke the hair back from Mingi’s face. “Want to ride my fingers before I ride you?”
This time it's Mingi’s turn to let out a pathetic, choked off whimper, hiding his face in Yunho’s neck and bouncing slightly in his lap.
“Okay yeah,” He mumbles into Yunho’s neck. “But you have to stop before I come, or I won't be able to fuck you. And I’d really like to fuck you, would that be okay, if I fucked you still?”
He's panting into Yunho’s ear now, babbling and humping and pulling at the neck of his sweater. It’s an unbelievably attractive display of inhibition, but more than being sexy, it's kind of adorable.
“I thought you said you had a plug in,” Yunho says conversationally as he leans over the side of the bed and grabs the enormous bottle of lube. He keeps Mingi steady with his other hand, holding onto his ass for dear life.
“I said I stuck one in my ass,” Mingi says, pawing at Yunho’s sweater. “I never said I kept it in.”
“You’re a fucking wet dream,” Yunho murmurs, grunting as he drops the lube on the bed next to them. The thing’s got heft. “Wanna get on your hands and knees? I kind of want to look at your hole while I’m stretching it open.”
“Hnnngueurgh,” Mingi groans, shifting his hips. “My dick is going to fall off, Yunho. Fuck.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Can I still ride your fingers later?”
Yunho grins like a lech, falling just a little bit in love with desperate, needy Mingi.
“Trust me, that is a standing offer.”
Mingi pretends to think. He actually looks skyward and taps his chin, like a fucking cartoon character.
“Okay, fine.”
“Oh don't act like you're not going to enjoy this,” Yunho says, rolling his eyes. Mingi climbs off of his lap and gets on all fours, facing away from Yunho and spreading his legs. He throws an uncharacteristically shy look over his shoulder.
Suddenly in full pervert mode, perhaps induced by the way Mingi’s ass is just a little too fat to get a proper view of his hole, Yunho puts on his most innocent voice.
“Can you spread yourself open for me? I don't want to startle you.”
“You’re so full of shit,” Mingi says with a breathless laugh. “And a fucking pervert.”
“Can you blame me?” Yunho gets on his knees and shuffles forward, grabbing two handfuls of Mingi’s ass and squeezing. He kneads and jiggles and pinches, immediately deciding that this is something he could probably do for hours. Mingi makes an impatient noise and twists his head around to glare, but Yunho ignores him. He ducks his head, using his thumbs to spread Mingi open and finally see his pretty, dusky hole.
Curious, Yunho runs a finger gently over the pucker, using his other hand to hold Mingi’s hip and keep him in place.
“Stop teasing,” Mingi grits out.
“Say please.”
“I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?”
“Are your arms doing okay?” Yunho asks conversationally, waiting until Mingi opens his mouth to answer and pushing his finger inside him. Instead of whatever snarky bullshit he prepared, a choked off moan comes out and wraps around Yunho’s dick like a soft kiss.
“You fucking asshole,” Mingi whimpers, fisting the sheets as Yunho twists his finger experimentally. It’s dizzyingly hot and tight and wet, why is it so wet? “Holy fuck. Yunho. Jesus.”
“It’s just a finger,” Yunho says, eyebrows raised nonchalantly even though he suddenly feels deranged. “You had a plug in there before.”
“You know it's not the same as your fucking finger,” Mingi hisses, shuddering as Yunho wiggles his finger further inside. If he's this reactive with just a finger, what is he like when he's actually getting fucked?
“I might not even need more lube,” Yunho mumbles to himself, willing his blood to rush back to his head. In an attempt to sate the feral pervert that's suddenly awoken in him, he ducks his head and sinks his teeth into Mingi’s ass. He sucks the plush skin there, moaning at how soft it is.
“Are you - fuck - are you giving me a hickey on my ass??”
Yunho sucks a little longer and pulls off with an obnoxious squelch. He drags his tongue over the bit of drool still glistening on the red mark, tempted to leave another one. “Mind your own business.”
“Quit fucking around!” Mingi yells, only it's dripping with desperation and makes Yunho’s dick throb in response. “Just put it in, put something in, why are you taking so long - ”
“I can't even pretend to be chill anymore,” Yunho says, licking a fat stripe over Mingi’s hole. “Please keep begging like that, it's so fucking hot.”
“If you'd quit fucking around so I can fuck you, I wouldn't have to beg!”
“It feels like you want me to fuck you, the way you're begging for me to put something inside you.”
He only says it to be mean, but Mingi’s eyes suddenly roll back and he shivers, pushing back against Yunho’s finger. He twists it in a slow circle a few times, eyes trained on Mingi’s slack jaw.
“Oh, okay. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“I - ” Mingi bites his lip, clearly hesitant to answer.
“Sorry,” Yunho says, twisting his finger slowly and snickering when Mingi scrabbles against the sheets. “I couldn't hear you.”
“God, you really are an asshole!”
“So is that a no, or…?”
Mingi’s teeth sink into his bottom lip and his face screws up in pleasure, shudders wracking through his entire body when Yunho finally rubs a finger over his prostate.
“Yes, god, just fuck me. You asshole. Fuck - ”
Mingi grunts and falls onto his forearms, squishing his face against the sheets. He mumbles something Yunho actually doesn't catch this time, and he takes the opportunity to slide his finger out and finally pull his sweater off.
“Hmm?”
Mingi groans and presses his face to the sheets straight on before twisting his head and gritting out, “Bite me again.”
Don’t have to tell me twice is what Yunho intends to say, but his mouth is on Mingi’s ass too quickly to get even the first word out. He hums in pleasure, spreading Mingi open with his thumbs and flicking his tongue out against his hole. He presses one thumb inside, groaning when Mingi shivers and pushes back against him. Yunho smears a sloppy kiss over the existing love bite, starting another one right next to it.
“Why does that feel so good,” Mingi groans.
“God I can’t wait to fuck you,” Yunho practically sighs, leaning back to try and grab the lube with one hand.
“Be careful with that,” Mingi warns, and Yunho silences him with another few strokes to his prostate.
“That’s what I thought,” Yunho says, admiring the way Mingi convulses before turning his attention back to the lube. There's definitely no way he can get some without both hands, but he's always been a resilient bastard. He flips the cap open and holds his hand underneath the tip, letting just a little bit ooze out into his palm before snapping the cap closed with his thumb.
“Didn’t spill a drop,” He announces, slipping his finger out of Mingi’s hole and patting him on the butt.
“Unless the next thing out of your mouth is ‘I’m putting my dick in now,’ I don't wanna hear it.”
“And unless you want the next words out of your mouth to be ‘ow, oh my god Yunho, you're splitting my asshole in half,’ you’ll shut up and let me do what I need to do.”
“It shouldn't come as a surprise to you that I’m impatient in bed,” Mingi snarls. Yunho grins, swiping his middle finger through the pool of lube in his palm and pressing it to the pucker of Mingi’s hole. He shudders again, already trying to push back, and Yunho pops the finger inside, echoing Mingi’s satisfied groan.
“It actually does,” Yunho says like they're talking about the weather and he doesn't have a finger in Mingi’s ass. “‘Yunho can see my tits if he's a good boy. Be a good boy and drink this water. Hold my hand at the club and I’ll protect you.’ I guess that guy really does disappear once he has a finger in the ass.”
“What can I say,” Mingi groans, and his attempt at nonchalance is admirable, “I contain multitudes.”
“I’m glad we’re getting this out of the way so quickly,” Yunho replies, slowly sliding his finger in and out, building up a steady rhythm. “You’re really just a huge loser who hides behind nipple rings and big biceps.”
“You think my biceps are big?”
“You know your biceps are big.” Yunho slides a second finger in, shivering at how tight and warm Mingi is inside. “And your boobs. And your ass.”
“And my dick?”
Yunho ducks his head to peer between Mingi’s legs, immediately getting distracted by his dripping, red cock.
“Eh.”
“Fuck off,” Mingi laughs. “Ah, actually…as much as I’m sure you're enjoying having me face down ass up, can I lie down? My back is starting to hurt.”
“Of course, oh my god. Do you want a pillow for your hips, or something?”
Mingi snickers as Yunho immediately switches into mother hen mode, which he must find especially funny since they're both butt naked and sticky with lube.
“Get a grip, I just need to lie on my back. Just like this.”
He lowers his hips and flips over, holding out his arms and throwing up some jazz hands. Yunho shakes his head.
“You just wanted me to get distracted by your dick, didn't you?”
“Is my dick distracting you?” Mingi grins and props himself up on one elbow, reaching for his dick and giving it a slow, smooth stroke. He circles the head with his thumb, hips jerking. It's obvious he's trying to be sexy, but then he gets caught up, probably because Yunho’s been teasing and neglecting his dick this whole time. His head falls back and he starts rolling his hips, fucking gently into the tight circle of his fingers.
“Would you like to be alone?” Yunho says, to hide the fucking sledgehammer of lust that cracks down on him. Mingi’s answering laugh is breathless and distracted, and Yunho suddenly can't find a reason not to just sit back and watch as he finishes himself off.
“Maybe if you actually fucked me,” Mingi says, seeming to come back to himself just a little bit, “I wouldn't have to take care of things myself.”
There are a million and a half ways Yunho could respond to that, but he actually is too distracted by Mingi’s dick to choose one; instead he forgoes any verbal response and puts his mouth to a different use.
The noise that Mingi lets out when Yunho presses a gentle kiss to the base of his cock is like nothing he's ever heard. He's so responsive, all Yunho wants to do is tie him down and see just how loud he can get. Instead he settles for dragging his tongue slowly up and down Mingi’s cock, sucking the precum from the tip and digging his tongue into the slit. He moans, instantly addicted to the taste and the feel, the way Mingi spreads his legs and grabs fistfuls of Yunho’s hair; it hurts, sends little electric shocks to his dick and all throughout his body.
Mingi whimpers as Yunho wraps his fingers around the base, squeezing as he suckles teasingly at the tip.
“Oh fuck, I - Yunho, no, I can’t, I’m sorry, fuck, just - I need - ”
It only spurs Yunho on even more, makes him desperate to see just what Mingi thinks he needs to be sorry for. He gets his answer when Mingi pulls so hard on his hair it makes Yunho yelp with his mouth full of cock; with no warning other than a series of staccato moans and a high, pained whimper, Mingi uses Yunho’s hair to force him all the way down and fucks pathetically up into his mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mingi babbles, immediately smoothing his fingers through Yunho’s hair even as cum spurts down his throat. “Fuck, I’m so sorry - ”
Yunho waves a dismissive hand in the air, and Mingi collapses back against the mattress.
“It’s fine,” Yunho says hoarsely, once he's pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don't be sorry, please god don't ever be sorry about that. Are you okay?”
“Stupid fucking question,” Mingi pants. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Yunho deserves a god damn medal for how long he's held out until this point. He presses a chaste kiss to Mingi’s softening cock and pushes down on his thighs, peppering kisses to the soft, warm skin there.
“No more lube,” Mingi groans, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. “I'm practically a human lube dispenser at this point.”
“That’s disgusting,” Yunho replies, shuffling forward on his knees and hiking Mingi’s legs up to expose his hole. “And there's no such thing as too much lube.”
“There is absolutely such a thing as too much lube,” Mingi says hotly, apparently re-energized now that he has something to argue about. Yunho rolls his eyes and slides a finger between his cheeks, rubbing over his hole before pushing inside. Mingi gasps and fists the sheets next to him, head lolling back.
“You know, you can't just shove a finger in my ass every time you want me to shut up.”
“I don't want you to shut up,” Yunho says, pushing in a second finger and contemplating a third, “I just want you to stop talking.”
“Fuck,” Mingi groans, hips jerking up as Yunho’s finger rubs in a slow circle over his prostate. He's wet inside but Yunho uses his free hand to get some more lube anyway, slicking up his cock and trying to get some relief. Mingi’s chest heaves as Yunho twists his fingers, pumping them in and out. He's not getting distracted, he's not, he’s just being thorough. And maybe his arm is starting to get tired, but when he slips a third finger in Mingi absolutely keens, curling onto his side and covering his face with his hands.
“Yunho,” he slurs, “Put it in, fucking put it the fuck in -”
“It’s okay,” Yunho breathes, sliding his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He presses gently on Mingi’s shoulder until he’s flat on his back again, arms shaking and face still hidden behind his hands. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so fucking horny,” Mingi says through his fingers. “Just put it in, I don't care. Make it fit.”
“Oh you definitely can't say things like that,” Yunho says with a hiss, stroking himself frantically a few times before shuffling forward and sliding his cock between Mingi’s cheeks. He rubs clumsily against his hole, suddenly too horny to remember how to properly use his dick. Mingi moans and spreads his legs even more, hands finally falling from his face. His blissed-out expression snaps Yunho’s brain back into place, and he falls forward to lick into Mingi’s mouth.
“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs into the kiss, dragging his nails up and down Yunho’s back. “Please - ”
“Might be a tight fit,” Yunho mumbles, and he sinks his teeth into Mingi’s bottom lip as he pushes his cock inside.
He only gets it in a few centimeters past the head, he estimates, but Mingi still lets out gasp that shatters like glass, nails scrabbling over his back until they dig in so sharply he's positive the skin breaks.
“Oh fuck,” Mingi hisses, burying his face in Yunho’s neck.
“Do you need a second?”
“Probably, but I don't give a fuck,” Comes the muffled response. “Fucking huge dick, holy shit. Yunho. Push it in. Shove it in. Fucking Yunho.”
The vulgar babbling actually helps him not blow his load immediately, because Mingi sounds like such a fucking moron. But then Yunho registers the fact that he only sounds so stupid because he's getting split open by his huge dick, and then he's seconds away from finishing early and ruining everything.
“I thought I told you to shut the hell up,” He groans, fisting the sheets on either side of Mingi’s head and nudging his hips forward. “Maybe this was a mistake. I don't know how long I can last.”
“If you - ”
“Ugh, shut up. Please just - ”
He might be mistaken, but it sounds like Mingi laughs as Yunho pushes all the way in, jolting him up the bed. A moment passes where Yunho waits for more babbling, but Mingi is just clutching him like his life depends on it, breathing deeply against his mouth.
“Really? Nothing?”
“I was trying to be quiet!” Mingi yells, and Yunho lets out a breathless laugh, trying to kiss his cheek but landing closer to the corner of his eye.
“You feel really fucking good,” Yunho murmurs, leaning their forwards together. Mingi tries to nip at his lips, uses the palms of his hands to soothe the nail marks he left.
“So do you,” Mingi breathes, locking his legs around Yunho’s waist. His hands slide up over Yunho’s shoulders and the sides of his neck, fingers threading through hair that’s curling at the edges from how much he's sweating. “I feel so full.” He strokes Yunho’s hair back from his face. “Like your dick is about to pop out of my mouth.”
Yunho makes a noise that's half groan, half exasperated sigh. “You couldn't let us have a moment?”
Mingi grins, using Yunho’s hair to hold his head in place and nuzzling their noses together.
“Had to get your attention. Are you going to move or are we - ”
He yelps as Yunho pulls out and pushes back in, slamming their hips together.
“You fucking asshole!”
“Oh I’m sorry, I thought you wanted me to move.”
Mingi lets go of Yunho’s hair and reaches down to grab his ass, using it to push him in even deeper. Grinning, Yunho comes in for a kiss and lets himself get lost in the feel of Mingi’s lips, his throaty sighs as Yunho starts moving his hips.
He's still expecting Mingi to start babbling again, but all he does is whimper softly with each thrust, thighs squeezing like a vice. It takes every ounce of self control he has to go slow, and the sensation of Mingi’s silky walls clinging to him isn't helping.
“Hey,” Yunho murmurs, stroking Mingi’s sweaty hair back. “Would your back be okay if we tried a different position?”
Mingi nods, whining when Yunho pulls out and pats the inside of his thigh.
“Okay, come here.”
Yunho leans back on his calves, kneeling in the middle of the bed and reaching for Mingi’s hands.
“Come here - no, face - yeah, like this. Then just sit.”
Mingi lets himself be manhandled into position, kneeling in front of Yunho and moving back until he's seated on his lap. Yunho takes a selfish moment to run his hands all over Mingi’s warm body, dragging his nails over his nipples and nibbling at his neck. Mingi groans, head falling back against Yunho’s shoulder as his hands travel further down, wrapping around his cock and stroking the base while smearing his palm over the dripping head.
“You’re so wet,” Yunho murmurs, indulging in a few long, slow licks up and down the side of Mingi’s neck. “Do you get this wet with everyone? Don’t answer that.”
Mingi laughs and twists around to kiss Yunho on the cheek.
“I think you'd like the answer, but okay.”
“Are you comfortable? Is this okay?”
“Mhm, it should be fine. Hey, you know what? I should get a really big mirror.”
“Fuck off,” Yunho mumbles, gently smacking Mingi’s cock before reaching for his own. He lines himself up and urges Mingi to lift his hips, using his thumb to push inside his waiting hole.
“Ohhhh,” Mingi slurs as he sinks down, arms out at his sides like he's walking on a balance beam. “How - fuck, I think you're even deeper like this. What the fuck.”
“Stop being cute while I have my dick in your ass,” Yunho whispers, nipping at Mingi’s earlobe.
“Fuck, stop talking about having your dick in my ass while your dick is in my ass.”
“You’re so ridiculous,” Yunho chuckles, rubbing Mingi’s hips and sliding his hands up to the taper of his waist. His fingertips almost meet around it. “Think you can bounce for me?”
“Holy - don't say bounce right now,” Mingi rasps, reaching blindly behind to grab Yunho’s hair. “Fuck.”
“Okay, pretty boy. Move for me?”
Mingi makes an irritated noise that's not actually all that irritated, lifting himself up and sinking back down. He shakes the whole time, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.
“Okay, I might need help.”
Yunho laughs again, squeezing Mingi’s waist before moving his hands a little lower, so he can get a better grip. He lifts him and brings him down again, giving them a moment to get comfortable and build up a nice, doable rhythm.
“Oh my god,” Mingi groans, hands flailing as he tries to figure out where to put them. Yunho chuckles and presses a soft kiss to the side of his neck. The sound of Mingi’s ass connecting with his groin is almost too much to process, and he inadvertently presses matching nail marks into his hips.
“God,” Yunho murmurs. “You sound so good.”
“You feel good,” Mingi whimpers, twisting his head to get another kiss. The angle isn't quite right so he whines, and Yunho takes pity; he leans forward just enough for their lips to meet. Mingi makes a muffled noise of triumph, and Yunho pulls him down onto his cock as deep as he can, grinding his hips and drinking in the moan that spills from Mingi’s mouth to his.
Even greedier than before, Yunho lets his hands roam all over Mingi’s body again; he slides his right hand up to curve around his neck, and his left hand finds a nipple and pinches.
Mingi actually squeaks, shuddering violently as Yunho twists his nipple and rolls it between his fingers; scrapes his nails over it, toying with warm metal.
“You can’t - I’m, that’s going to make me come,” Mingi says, like he's trying to speak as coherently as possible, “I’m gonna come, Yunho, please - ”
“Go ahead,” Yunho says, reaching for Mingi’s cock with his right hand. “Feel me in there? Want me to feel you next time?”
Mingi thrashes, fucking into Yunho’s fist; each jut of his hips brings him down sharply onto Yunho’s cock, and he rides out that rhythm until he comes again, groaning and trembling.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Yunho grinds out, laughing softly when Mingi slaps his hands away. “Can I come inside you?”
“Oh fuck,” Mingi cries, nodding frantically. “God, yes, please - ”
“Mm, come here.”
Yunho peppers kisses to Mingi’s cheek and helps him lie on his side, staying fully sheathed inside him. He puts a hand in the crease behind Mingi’s knee, hiking his leg up so he can see his cock disappearing into his hole as he starts fucking him again. Mingi is intoxicatingly pliant as Yunho fucks into him, burying his face in the dampness of his neck. He sucks hungrily on the skin there, wondering distantly if it makes Mingi feel like a chew toy.
“I can’t - I can’t last any longer,” Yunho confesses, almost hoping Mingi doesn't hear.
“You’ve lasted long enough,” Mingi mumbles sleepily, grinding his hips. “It's okay, just come. I know you want to.”
Yunho nods wildly, hips stuttering as his desperation grows. The wet sound of him clapping against Mingi’s ass is too much; he shudders and cries out, but it gets cut off as he sinks his teeth into Mingi’s shoulder.
Mingi gasps and Yunho immediately smears a kiss over the bite, tremors wracking through his body in time with each pulse of cum.
“Feels crazy,” Mingi mumbles, grinding his hips back and grabbing at Yunho’s hand. He pushes the middle and ring fingers into his mouth, moaning desperately and sucking like he’s giving head.
“Holy shit Mingi, what the fuck. You're so fucking hot. I’d fuck you again if I could, I’m serious. Give me ten minutes and a Gatorade, fuck it.”
“You’re - a fucking idiot,” Mingi pants when he slides Yunho’s fingers out of his mouth. “Fuck. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll pull out, just give me a s - ”
“No,” Mingi whines, doing an unhappy wiggle. “Just a few more minutes. I want to see if you can get hard and fuck me again.”
“I’ll save you the trouble: the answer is no.”
“But you just said - ”
“It could not more clearly have been a joke. I’m pulling out now, stop whining.”
“I thought you liked it when I whined,” Mingi mumbles. Yunho ignores him and groans weakly as he slides his cock out; curious, he replaces it with a finger, relishing in the satisfying squelch he hears.
“You said you were pulling out, not sticking something back in!”
“Sorry, had to be a pervert for a second. Actually…”
He pulls his finger out and holds it in front of Mingi’s face.
“Would you suck my fingers now?”
He can practically hear the sound of Mingi’s blinking.
“Would I suck on the finger you just pulled out of my ass? The one covered in your cum?”
“That’s what I’m asking, yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
“ Really?”
“...Maybe.”
Yunho grins, pushing himself up and looking for something to clean them up with. “That’s disgusting.”
“I’m not entertaining any of this,” Mingi says loudly, rolling onto his stomach and pulling a pillow underneath his face. “There’s - ”
“Hey,” Yunho says, squinting and kneeling on the bed. “What’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“Is this a bruise?”
“Is what a bruise?”
“This - ”
“What? No.” Mingi smacks away Yunho’s outstretched hands and sits up, laughing lightly. “It’s not a bruise. It’s nothing.”
“Okay well, it's not nothing and you're being weird, so - ”
“It’s just - ” Mingi sighs, then makes a face. “Can you go get a washcloth from the bathroom? I’m literally leaking cum.”
“Are you going to tell me why you're being weird?”
“Yes, as soon as you get a washcloth.”
“Are they old lady washcloths?”
“Can you just go get one - ”
“Yes of course, your highness.”
Yunho crawls off the bed, only slightly unsettled by Mingi’s non-answers.
The washcloths are actually not that bad, they're sort of a weird tan, and Yunho runs a couple under some hot water, wringing them out before bringing them back into the bedroom.
“I need to take a shower,” Mingi says, trying to twist around and get all the cum leaking down his thighs. Yunho watches in amusement for a moment before huffing a sigh and kneeling between his legs. He swats his hands out of the way and cleans up much more thoroughly. When he's done he leans back on his ankles and plants his hands on his hips.
“What's up with the bruise?”
“I said it’s not a bruise,” Mingi snorts. He takes the cleaner of the two washcloths and brings it to his left hip, rubbing vigorously until the skin is red and a small tattoo peeks out.
“What the fuck! I knew I saw a tattoo!”
“I put a lot of makeup on it before you came over,” Mingi admits. “I didn't think you needed to stare at it during sex.”
“Setting aside how presumptuous it was for you to assume we’d be having sex, are you serious? You don't seem like the type to be embarrassed of a tattoo.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Mingi says, shrugging. “It’s adorable. I just didn't want to ruin the sanctity of Alice in Wonderland.”
Yunho scoots forward on his knees, peering closely at three little…clams? Scallops? With cartoon faces and tiny blue blankets. They really are adorable.
“It’s the oysters,” Mingi explains. “From the walrus and the carpenter scene.”
Yunho wheezes out a laugh, collapsing against the side of the bed and clamping a hand over his mouth. Mingi just stands there, visibly unimpressed. Yunho rides out the laughter, leaning back against the bed and slapping his hands on his thighs.
“I’m sorry, I’m just - it’s really cute, seriously. But what are you going to do, cover it up every time we have sex?”
“I - ” Mingi opens and closes his mouth, looking thoughtful. “You know, that’s an excellent point.”
Yunho’s heart swells, affection prompting him to get to his feet and cup Mingi’s still-flushed cheeks in his hands.
“You’re so fucking cute, Mingi.”
He nuzzled their noses together, eyelids fluttering. After a moment Mingi wraps his arms around Yunho’s waist and pulls him closer, until their bodies slant together.
“You know, I was going to try a really sweet, romantic kiss, but I just realized how naked we are.”
“Yeah, your dick is already getting hard again,” Mingi murmurs, tilting his head and grabbing a kiss anyway.
“It’s not my fault you're such a good fuck.”
“No, it’s mine,” Mingi says with a sad sigh. “It’s a cross I must bear. I’m sorry you have to suffer for it.”
“Should I go get the concealer, or do you just want to keep your hand on top of the oysters this time?”
“Why don’t I keep - ”
They both jump as someone starts pounding on the front door. Heart pounding and wildly unprepared for a home invasion, Yunho untangles their limbs and stumbles around the bedroom, trying to gather his clothes as quickly as possible.
“Get a grip,” Mingi says with a snort, opening a closet and pulling out a long, black bathrobe. He ties it lazily, tousling his hair with his fingers. “It’s probably Wooyoung.”
“Why the hell - ” Yunho curses as he almost falls over trying to step into his briefs. “Is Wooyoung here?”
“Because he has no respect for boundaries?”
Yunho gapes and pulls on his sweater, too shaken up to try putting jeans on at this moment. He follows Mingi into the living room, holding his hands in front of his face just in case.
“What the hell are you doing? Why are you standing like that?”
“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”
Yunho lets his hands drop, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Standing like what, I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Oh you're so fucking cute,” Mingi says, grinning and grabbing Yunho’s wrist. He pulls him in for a kiss and Yunho almost gets lost in it, but Wooyoung starts banging on the door again and kills his boner.
“Why didn’t you tell him we had a date?” Yunho grumbles. Mingi sighs.
“I did.”
“I can hear you,” Wooyoung huffs when Mingi finally opens the door. He pushes his way in, smelling fresh and clean and looking deceptively sweet in an oversized baby blue sweater and loose white jeans. “I have to tell you something!”
“A phone call might have worked.”
Wooyoung spins around and puts his hands on his hips, which seems to be the pose of choice for everyone today. Mingi closes the door lazily, turning slowly and folding his arms across his chest. He's clearly naked under the robe and it's falling open to give little peeks of his piercings. Messy hair, flushed face - he looks thoroughly fucked out. Yunho swells with pride. And maybe his boner comes back a bit.
“This isn't on the phone news, it's blanket fort sleepover with junk food news.”
“Well I’m happy to tell you that's not going to happen,” Mingi says, brows raised. “Can you just spit it out and leave so we can get back to basking in the afterglow?”
“That’s disgusting,” Wooyoung says. “Who furnished this place, your grandmother?”
“Out,” Mingi says loudly, marching over and grabbing the collar of Wooyoung's sweater like he's scruffing a cat. “Go home, and call next time before you come over and get on my nerves.”
“Wait, I’m sorry! I’m sorryyyyyy,” Wooyoung whines, pawing at Mingi’s arm. “Let me stay, come on, just for a little bit. And then I’ll leave and you can have nasty, wild sex all night.”
Yunho is not under the (false) impression that Wooyoung will leave after saying what it is he needs to say, but he exchanges a look with Mingi and decides it doesn't matter.
“Fine, but we don't have blankets or junk food. Why don't you have a seat on the couch, and Yunho and I will grab a shower.”
Yunho blinks. “We will?”
“Ew!” Wooyoung yells, putting on an overly dramatic grimace. “You want me to sit out here while you have nasty shower sex?”
Yunho blinks again. “Why do you keep saying we have nasty sex?”
“Christ,” Mingi mumbles, rubbing his palms over his face. He takes Yunho’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “We’re going to go take a shower, and you're going to sit here and wait. Otherwise, you can leave and we can drink some Gatorade and start round two.”
“Enjoy your shower,” Wooyoung says loudly, clapping his hands over his ears. He starts humming loudly and very off-key, planting himself on the couch and turning away from them. Mingi rolls his eyes and Yunho snorts, letting himself be pulled down the hall and into the bathroom.
➳
“You kept me waiting for thirty-six minutes!”
It’s the first thing they hear after leaving the bathroom, only it doesn't come from the living room. It comes from the guest room where all the date stuff is set up.
Mingi frowns, jogging down the hall and letting out a disbelieving huff when he sees Wooyoung sitting on the floor, pressing a temporary tattoo to his skin with a wet paper towel. He’s changed into a pair of Mingi’s sweats, which means he looked through the bedroom and one hundred percent saw the carnage they'd left. Mingi wants to scold him, and probably will, but Wooyoung looks so cute sitting there, not a care in the world, half a glittery heart stuck to his cheek.
“Would have been longer, but Yunho’s a better friend than I am. Did you go through my things?”
“I didn't want to have a sleepover in jeans.”
“You could have at least asked.”
“What, so you could clean up all the sex evidence before I went in? Please.”
“I don't think I want to be friends with both of you anymore,” Yunho mumbles, plopping down next to Wooyoung. Mingi had given him a robe from the bathroom closet, but he's not wearing any underwear.
“Yunho, sweetheart?” He hides his satisfaction at the grimace on Wooyoung's face, and the pink-cheeked but pleased smile on Yunho’s. “Maybe you should put some pants on.”
“Oh yeah,” Yunho says, hastily wrapping his robe tighter around himself. Wooyoung opens the box of nail polish, picking each one out and peering intently at it.
“If you're not back in the amount of time it takes for someone to put one pair of pants on, I’m breaking down the door.”
“Sure, and then you can explain to my mother that you'll be paying for the damages because you have no sense of personal boundaries and tried to walk in on her son having sex.”
Wooyoung goes all out - makes a face, sticks his tongue out, flips the bird. Mingi smiles sweetly as Yunho gets up off the floor, holding out a hand to help steady him.
“You guys are disgusting,” Wooyoung grumbles.
“Yeah, and I bet your news has nothing to do with Dongju,” Yunho says, squeezing Mingi’s hand. “Come on pookie bear, let's go get me something to wear.”
“Of course, love muffin, I have some things that should fit you.”
“You’re so considerate,” Yunho says with wide eyes, leaning in to give Mingi a surprisingly wet kiss on his cheek. Wooyoung starts groaning, and they both run from the room giggling.
“He’s probably counting again,” Yunho says when they get back inside the bedroom. He unties the robe and slips it off, and Mingi clears his throat and starts looking through drawers for some pants.
“Here,” He says gruffly, picking up a pair of pajama pants that are patterned with little grinning Grinches.
“Trying to make me as resistible as possible?”
“If you think having the Grinch all over your pants is a sexual deterrent, we have some things to talk about.”
The smirky, sultry look actually slides of Yunho’s face, like a raw egg has been cracked over his head.
“Do you - are you trying to tell me you're horny for the Grinch?”
“I don’t think this is a discussion we need to get into right now.”
Yunho gives him a look that’s equal parts curious and fearful, but he holds out a hand and Mingi tosses the pants over. He’s positive Yunho can’t figure out if it’s a joke or not, and the thought makes him giddy.
“Damn,” Mingi says with a low whistle, as Yunho snaps the elastic against his hips.
“If you’re horny because of the Grinch right now, I’m breaking up with you.”
“Not if I break up with you first. What’s wrong with the Grinch?”
They bicker all the way back into the guest room, where Wooyoung has stuck two more tattoos to his face; a daisy on his forehead, and a ladybug on his chin.
“Isn’t it a little soon to tell him all the disturbing characters you want to fuck?”
Yunho drops down next to Wooyoung, poking at the peeling glitter on his cheek.
“Are there others? Tell me who.”
Mingi shakes his head and rubs his temples. It’s not that he’s angry, that’s not usually his style, but sleeping with Yunho for the first time is a huge deal, and having it interrupted is a little annoying. It’s just like Wooyoung, too, thinking he can charm his way out of it, but they’re definitely going to have to talk about it later. One of the reasons Mingi had been worried about moving in the first place was that Wooyoung truly has no boundaries. It’s why it works out fine that they don’t live close anymore; Wooyoung has a habit of thinking he’s entitled to everyone’s business, and it gets tiresome after a while.
“I’ll be right back,” Mingi mumbles, before Wooyoung starts talking about his Pennywise obsession.
He lied when he told Wooyoung they had no junk food; Mingi is nothing if not thorough, and the cupboards are stuffed with enough junk food to last weeks. His mom would be appalled, but she doesn’t live here.
The original plan had been to set up a little tray of snacks and drinks and bring it to Yunho in bed between rounds, but that’s not going to happen now. Another small twinge of irritation comes and goes, and Mingi sighs to himself as he starts grabbing bags of chips and crackers from the cupboards. He eyes the pink box in the fridge wistfully, but there’s no way he’s sharing that with Wooyoung.
When he comes back to the room Wooyoung is leaning forward with one hand on the table, and Yunho is carefully painting his nails with an adorable frown of concentration on his face.
“You’re the best mom ever,” Wooyoung says as Mingi sets the tray of goodies down on the table.
“I can still kick you out,” Mingi says cheerfully, taking advantage of Yunho’s averted attention and giving Wooyoung a look that conveys how serious he is.
“Go ahead, I already told Yunho all the weird people you’re attracted to.”
“Such as?”
Yunho caps the nail polish he’s using and picks up Wooyoung’s hand, blowing gently on his nails.
“So far the lists consists of the Grinch, Pennywise, you freak, King Triton from the Little Mermaid, and Willy Wonka.”
“Did you specify which Willy Wonka?”
Wooyoung snorts and places his other hand flat on the table. Yunho leans back on his own hands, eyeing the sheets of tattoos that have been torn into and spread all over the table and the couch.
“I’m not so sure it matters.”
“It matters a lot!” Mingi argues, reaching for a tattoo sheet with a bunch of ugly, glittering dragonflies on it. “It’s way more understandable to be attracted to Gene Wilder’s version than Johnny Depp’s version.”
“I’m not entertaining this conversation actually,” Wooyoung says, tapping his hand impatiently on the table. Yunho sighs and reaches for the nail polish again.
“That color looks like shit on you,” Mingi says. Wooyoung flips him off with his unpolished hand. “No need to be rude to me in my own home. Anyway, what was so important you had to kick down the door?”
“I could kick down your door if I wanted to.”
“Of course you could,” Mingi coos, patting Wooyoung on the head. “Can you get to the point?”
“You’re so rude to me, I was just trying to catch up with my dearest friend - ”
“Wooyoung.” I’m starting to get annoyed for real is the subtext that Yunho either doesn't catch, or chooses to ignore. Wooyoung’s expression shifts into something more contrite.
“I just wanted to tell you guys, I spent all night with Dongju and then we had breakfast, and then we spent all day together, and then they invited you guys to come to their dad’s restaurant for dinner this weekend, and it's a really nice place and it's impossible to get a table but we got one and the meal is on the house!”
Not a good enough reason to intercept another couple hours of great sex is what Mingi is thinking, and when Yunho looks up from painting Wooyoung’s ring finger, it's clear he feels the same. And maybe Yunho can sense Mingi is about to say it out loud, so he clears his throat and smiles encouragingly.
“That’s really nice of their dad. What restaurant is it?”
Wooyoung opens his mouth to answer but then his cheeks flush, which actually looks quite striking against all the tattoos on his face. Mingi crawls toward him, jabbing him in the ribs.
“You don't even know the name of the restaurant, do you!”
“I forgot!” Wooyoung yells, trying to fight Mingi off with his free hand and realizing he can't afford to smudge the fresh polish. “Fuck, quit it. I don't remember, whatever. Suck my dick. Do you want to go or not?”
“We’d love to,” Yunho answers, finishing up Wooyoung’s pinky nail and capping the polish again. “Wouldn't we, binky bear?”
“All right, that’s too far - ”
“Oh sweetie,” Mingi says, clutching his hands to his chest. Wooyoung looks like he wants to clunk their heads together like coconuts. “You know me so well. You know me even better than I know myself.”
“I get it!” Wooyoung shouts, snatching his hand away from Yunho and getting to his feet. He flaps his fingers through the air, trying to try his nails faster. “Oh my god. I’ll leave.”
“You really don't have to,” Mingi says, feeling guilty all of a sudden because he's a god damn sucker when it comes to making Wooyoung feel bad.
“It’s fine,” Wooyoung says, shrugging. “I really do feel bad for interrupting.”
Mingi says “Good,” and Yunho says “It’s okay.” They exchange a Look.
“I was never planning on staying,” Wooyoung lies, blowing on his nails. “But tomorrow morning I’m coming over at nine sharp, and you better be ready to take me to breakfast.”
“Ten.”
“Nine-thirty.”
Mingi sighs and rubs his face. “Ten, take it or leave it.”
“Fine, ten. I hope you guys have a great night. Don’t pull any muscles.”
He waits for a snappy comeback, but all Mingi can focus on is how soft Yunho’s tummy looks as he leans back on his hands and watches.
“No promises,” Mingi mumbles. Wooyoung rolls his eyes.
“I’m leaving. And I’m taking these pants with me.”
“Those are my favorite sweats!”
Wooyoung shrugs. “Should have thought about that before you let me borrow them.”
“You took them - ”
He's ignored, because of course he is. Yunho finally stands up and Wooyoung lunges at him, wrapping him up in a big hug. He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “I really am happy for you,” and Yunho’s face softens. He smiles fondly, cheek squished against the top of Wooyoung’s head.
“Ten,” He warns when he gets to the front door. Mingi rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his chest and trying not to let his impatience show too much. The stupid pajama pants are just a little too big on Yunho, and they're slipping down his hips and he's not wearing any underwear and Wooyoung is still god damn standing there.
“Huh.” Wooyoung reaches up to run his fingers through Yunho’s still-damp hair, letting it slip through his fingers. Yunho makes a face and jerks back.
“What?”
Wooyoung shrugs. “Nothing. I was just thinking you could use a haircut.”