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“Alright guys, that’s a wrap for today! You have made a lot of progress, and remember to rehearse as a group as well as on your own when you are not meeting with me. I need you all to focus on your balance and teamwork before our next meeting.” Minho said with a forced smile painted over his face.
The group of college guys gave a few grumbled responses but mostly ignored him as they gathered their stuff and left. Minho knew they were not going to practise between meetings, he had to grit his teeth to stop from cussing them out for their blatant rude demeanour and disrespect to him as a teacher. He wasn’t even a dance teacher, not really, they hired him as a choreographer, but had booked enough time for him to double as a teacher even though that wasn’t technically his job description. As soon as the last guy left and Minho was alone in the room he let his face fall and sneered at the door, going to grab his own towel to dry himself now that he wasn’t being observed by a room full of asshole men.
“Oh, don’t you look chipper.” Hyunjin said from the door as he sidled in.
“You know the worst part about choreographing for rich, entitled, asshole men?” Minho responded without pausing to greet his friend.
“That you don’t wanna fuck a single one?” Hyunjin asked, leaning against the wall as he raised an eyebrow.
“I mean… I wouldn’t say no to some hate-fucking with a couple of them, the quiet ones are kinda cute… No, it’s the fact they think they can buy everything. They act like they own me just because they are paying for my time. Then they somehow think they can just be skilled without practising if they pay enough for it. No amount of money will substitute a lack of talent, Chad!” Minho vented.
“What are they even hiring you for?”
“Oh my fucking god, their frat is competing in a dumb ass dancing competition. It’s supposed to be friendly and non-professional, but they want to win so badly that they dropped the stupid amount I charge for like twenty personal sessions, all for a pointless competition. They aren’t even dancers! I think half of them are business majors! Their dance experience amounts to shaking their uncoordinated hips at the club to try and lure some poor unsuspecting woman back to their testosterone flooded lair. I hate them so much.”
“Sounds like easy cash though.” Hyunjin shrugged, unphased by the hell that Minho was currently living in.
“That just makes me feel like a whore. And not in the fun, kinky role-play kinda way.” Minho sighed, tossing his towel in his bag and grabbing his water. “How’s your rehearsals going?”
“Same as all week, chorus line is a breeze with these guys, I hardly even have to think about it.”
“I’m glad someone had an easy day.” Minho grumbled.
“Alright moody, sounds to me like you need a drink.”
“Oh fuck yes!” Minho groaned in relief.
“I’ll message Minnie and Binnie, we can go for food and some drinks at the bar to unwind.”
“Alright, nothing crazy though, I know it’s the weekend, but I have more asshole class tomorrow.”
“We can go out again tomorrow to wash that away too.” Hyunjin offered with a light chuckle.
“Anything to keep me from beating these douches to death with their own over-inflated egos. Or just tossing them out of the window. It’s good money, and dealing with them is the only difficult part, the routine that they actually got me to choreograph for them is not advanced enough for them to even need me really. So I’m relegated as a dance teacher for another week. I haven’t taught dance since college! But, they pay me, so they get me.”
“You’re sounding like that whore again. Okay, go and get a shower, I’ll meet you in the lobby to go to the bar in half an hour.” Hyunjin smiled before retreating, probably to get his own shower and change into his street clothes.
Minho sighed, he had thought about sticking around and dancing solo to try and work out his tension, since the guys had rented the studio room for the whole day, even though they only paid for five hours of Minho’s time, and then spent at least two hours of that time just fucking around. He looked at his face in the large mirror, and knew that Hyunjin was right. Some time with his friend to relax and let himself try to have a good time was better than just pumping up his adrenaline even more in the studio and pushing his body too hard. He packed up his things, and made sure the room was clean, the group of guys not being respectful of the space meant that he had to clean up after each session too. Then he went to get a long, scalding hot shower before dressing in some of the spare clothes that he kept in the locker he rented at the dance studio he was using. He liked this studio, it was close to his home, large, had full showers and lockers, and even a decent cafe. It was also the one that Hyunjin and Felix used most often for their rehearsals when they had dancing gigs. When Minho was hired by a company and got to use their dance studios, it was usually a much better job, and more interesting and challenging, but he liked the familiarity of this studio he had come to think of as his homebase.
Minho took his time getting ready, knowing that even though Hyunjin had said half an hour, he would not be ready in such a short time himself. Even after taking the time to fully dry and style his hair, Hyunjin was not in the lobby yet. Minho scoffed to himself, then turned to grab a coffee to go from the cafe while he waited for him. Minho sat on one of the comfortable sofas, drinking his iced americano and scrolling his social media aimlessly for about quarter of an hour before Hyunjin finally showed up. To his benefit he did look incredible, but it was a rare shock to ever see Hyunjin looking anything short of stunning. His face looked like he had taken the time to put on some light makeup, his eyes looking sultry with the smudged eyeliner and colour painted there. He had his long hair dried and styled, half tied up with a black velvet ribbon and his outfit seemed far too stylish to have been just left in his locker, but Minho was used to that. He himself was wearing his baggy jeans, a T-shirt with a cat design and a soft and fluffy baby blue cardigan, always preferring comfort over style for his everyday outfits.
“Did you run out to go to the fucking stylist while I was waiting?” Minho teased as he stood up, tossing his empty coffee cup in the trash as they headed out the door.
“Aww, you really think I look that good, Lino baby.” Hyunjin said, pouting at him as he hung off his arm, making Minho sneer at him.
“Yeah you’re pretty. Pretty fucking annoying, get off me!” Minho shook Hyunjin off of him, and he just snickered at him.
“You know you love me.” Hyunjin smirked, skipping next to Minho, his energy far too high after a day full of non-stop dancing.
“I do, it is one of my greatest flaws.” Minho laughed before giving him a genuine smile.
They walked to the bar, it wasn’t too far from the dance studio, and Minho felt the walk might help him decompress from his stressful week. They walked in silence for the most part, Hyunjin occasionally filling Minho in on his own week, and Minho relented to have one short burst of venting about his week before trying to let go of his frustrations to be able to have a nice evening with his friends.
By the time they arrived at the bar, Seungmin and Changbin were already sitting at a table waiting for them. Minho could sense a tension in the air between them, but after raising a questioning eyebrow to Seungmin as he sat and Seungmin simply shrugged in response, he decided it wasn’t his business. He took a seat next to him and grabbed the menu, choosing to read the tension on Changbin’s face as hunger. Hyunjin sat next to Changbin and glanced at the menu too, as if they didn’t know what the bar had to offer by heart at this point. Minho ordered something hearty to eat, and a beer. He honestly would have preferred wine with a rich meal, but he didn’t want to risk getting tipsy when he had an early morning the next day.
“Spicy comfort food. Shitty day?” Suengmin asked once their meals were brought to their table.
“You have no fucking idea.” Minho scoffed.
“Tell me then.”
“My time is owned by frat boy douches for another week. They don’t care about dancing, don’t care about my time, don’t care about anything but buying a win for a fucking dumbass competition at their school. And that would be fine, but they do not even try, then they have the audacity to get annoyed at me for their lack of progress. I am so close to acts of extreme violence against them.”
“I’m impressed you haven’t cooked them up already.” Seungmin scoffed. “At least it’s just one more week. Then you never have to see them again.”
“And how about my Jinnie?” Changbin cooed, focusing his full flirtatious energy on Hyunjin. “How has your week been? Stressful? Do you need a massage?” Hyunjin giggled at the attention, rolling his eyes as he continued to eat with Changbin pushing into his body space.
“My week was good. No massage necessary. Maybe you can offer Minho one instead?” Hyunjin replied.
“I would, but then how will I get my hands on you?” Changbin leered, going strong with his usual low level flirting with Hyunjin.
“We’re eating, can you be gross when there isn’t a vomit risk.” Seungmin mumbled, his annoyance at Changbin barely contained.
“You’re the only one who has a problem.” Changbin replied, muttering as he moved to continue eating his meal. Hyunjin and Minho exchange a look before rolling their eyes in a mutual agreement that if they wanted them to know what was wrong they would have told them.
“So, tomorrow I expect the scum-boys to be hungover again, which adds an extra hit of asshole flavour to their whole fucking thing.” Minho complained, deciding to take control of the conversation again to gloss over the building tension.
“Oh goodie, hungover assholes. I mean, seeing them suffer might be nice.” Seungmin replied, seeming happy to drop whatever was going on with him and Changbin.
“We should plan to do something nice tomorrow then, try and cleanse them from you.” Hyunjin suggested.
“Cleanse is a good word. When hungover they come to me right from bed, I fucking swear they fall asleep in the clothes they party in and then just drag their gross asses to come sweat near me for hours.” Minho shuddered at the thought.
“Turn the fucking hose on them!” Changbin laughed.
“I think I’d rather cleanse them with fire. Only thing that might work on those pieces of shit.”
“Anyway, so what do you think? Alcohol, food, culture, nature?” Hyunjin brought them back to the plans for the next day.
“It’s a bit cold to be doing outside stuff that late in the day.” Seungmin complained.
“I mean, we’re trying to make Lino feel better, so why not finally try that cat cafe, then we can go for some good food?” Changbin suggested.
“Aren’t you allergic to cats?” Hyunjin chuckled.
“It’s not fatal, I can just take a benadryl, I like cute cats too.”
“Sound’s good to me. You can book it though.” Minho told him.
“If I’m booking then I’m picking where we eat after too.”
“I have no complaints with that.” Minho shrugged, turning his attention back to his spicy food, actually feeling a little better for the delicious meal and knowing he had fun plans the following day.
“Sound’s good to me. Anyone else coming?” Seungmin asked.
“I could ask Innie, but he usually has plans at the weekend.” Minho shrugged.
“I’ll message the group chat, if you don’t mind.” Hyunin said, grabbing his phone.
“Send a picture of my handsome face, it will entice all the boys to come.” Minho said with a smirk.
“No more photos in the group chat for you!” Seungmin grumbled. Hyunjin cackled and actually took a picture of Minho smirking at the camera before typing on his phone.
“Yeah, Innie is gonna join us for a while, but he’s going to Felix’s for gaming later.” Hyunjin told them.
“Oh shit, yeah I was gonna go to that too. I’ll dip when Innie leaves then.” Seungmin added.
“Oh a rare show, Chan said he will come for the meal.” Hyunjin said, sounding surprised.
“Oh, he’s actually leaving the studio? I thought he would be holed up until next weekend.” Changbin said.
“It’ll be nice to have an old man sighting. Feels like forever since he crawled out of his workaholic cave.” Seungmin added.
“Pussy and meat are quite the draw.” Minho deadpanned, smirking before taking a drink of his beer.
“Hyunjinnie is the only draw I need.” Changbin said in a cute voice, turning his attention back to Hyunjin again.
“I do have a strong magnetism.” Hyunjin said between laughs.
“Ugh, it’s gonna be a long fucking night.” Seungmin grumbled, only loud enough for Minho to hear.
“Need to go?” Minho asked surreptitiously as Changbin fussed over Hyunjin.
“I won’t be driven away. I’ll leave when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” Seungmin muttered back, finishing his food.
“Hey, it’s your life, I’m just watching it.” Minho chuckled, knowing better than to try and talk Seugmin out of something once his mind was decided. “So, are you gonna book for tomorrow right now? I don’t trust you to remember to do it later, and I’m not coming if we don’t have any plans.” Minho scoffed, raising his voice as he spoke to Changbin.
“Alright, I’m on it.” Changbin grumbled, getting out his phone and huffing as he turned away from Hyunjin again. “What time are you free from the asshole emporium?”
“They don’t book me for a full Saturday, I guess they don’t wanna cut into their frat-dick debauchery time. So I’ll be able to meet you guys at around four, or five.”
“Right, I’ll book the cafe for half four, and I’ll book the barbecue restaurant for seven.” Changbin said, eyes trained on his phone as he booked the next day's events.
“I’ll let Innie and Channie know.” Hyunjin said when Changbin finished booking.
“Oh my Jinnie is so considerate!” Changbin cooed, throwing his arm over Hyunjin’s shoulder again. Hyunjin chuckled as he looked at his phone, seeming only mildly affected by Changbin’s intense attention just inches from his face.
“Thanks for sorting this, I would have just gone home and gotten fucking wasted on my own and then ended up with Innie walking in on me jerking it while watching porn on the big TV if you didn’t.” Minho laughed, trying not to interfere with the miasma of tension radiation from Seungmin next to him.
“Anything to stop you committing murder.” Hyunjin said, smiling at him before leaning back and into Changbin’s body space.
“Is getting off to someone being considerate a kink? Because you're unlocking something in me.” Changbin said, laying on his clumsy come ons thicker than Minho had ever seen.
“Are you free the rest of tonight?” Seungmin asked Minho with a huff.
“I’m wide open.” Minho replied with a soft smile, sensing Seungmin needed something from him.
“No, I am. Take me home.” Seungmin said flatly, but with no hesitation. Minho’s eyes flicked to Changbin who seemed to have stalled at Seungmin’s unexpected proposition, but again reminded himself that his friend's poor decisions were not his responsibility, even when they did put him in the middle.
“Wide open? Well, who am I to refuse?” Minho replied with a smile, standing up with Seungmin and exchanging a look to Hyunjin, feeling mildly reminded of an old lyric, ‘clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am stuck in the middle with you’ as they both shared a second of eye contact before going back to their designated clowns for the night.
Minho and Seungmin left, getting a taxi to Seungmin’s apartment, neither of them exchanging a word until they crossed the threshold. The quiet wasn’t tense, it was more that Seungmin just seemed fully stuck in his own head, and Minho wasn’t really interested in making small talk just for the sake of it. They were used to sharing silence like this with each other by now, having spent hours just sitting together, doing separate activities like cats in the years they had been friends. Once they were in Seungmin’s apartment, they took off their shoes and Seungmin faced Minho, his focus off his thoughts and solidly on him.
“You know, we don’t actually have to have sex if you’re not into it. He saw us leaving together, so he thinks we are even if we don’t actually follow through with it.” Minho told Seungmin, wanting him to know he wasn’t going to hold him to his impulsive decision if he wasn’t fully invested in it.
“This isn’t about him!” Seungmin said with a sneer. “This is about me. My feelings! And I feel frustrated. I wanna have some relief. That’s why I want to have sex with you.”
“That’s good with me.” Minho said, biting back any snarky comments about how while what he said may be true, he was fully omitting that Changbin was so much a part of the reason he asked him here, that he might as well be there in the room with them.
Seungmin nodded, and grabbed Minho’s wrist before leading him to his bedroom. Minho followed willingly, fully giving over to Seungmin and allowing him to set the pace, not wanting to overstep for worries that his friend might be close to becoming upset. Minho kicked the bedroom door closed behind them before Seungmin dropped his wrist and turned back to him. Seungmin grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss. He practically smashed their lips together, his frustrations palpable in every move he made as his tongue pushed its way into Minho’s mouth, desperately, like his saliva was a sedative he needed to feel relief. Minho reciprocated casually to all of Seungmin’s frenzied pawing, getting both of them undressed hastily. As soon as they were naked Seungmin pulled away and ran to his hamper and grabbed a towel before laying it down on his bed. Minho looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What? I don’t wanna make a mess on my bedding.” Seungmin said with a scoff before grabbing his bottle of lube and a condom.
“Whatever, I just am always amazed by how fastidious you are.” Minho chuckled as he climbed on the bed.
Seungmin rolled his eyes and got on the bed, laying his chest on his bed with his ass in the air, waiting for Minho to prepare him. If it had been any other time, or even another person Minho would have taken his time to mock and then work him up, teasing him for being so desperate and laughing until he was whining. Right now though, he knew that Seugmin was frustrated, and felt like he needed the control back, so he knew he would give him exactly what he wanted this time.
Minho sat on his heels behind Seungmin and wasted no time in coating his fingers and pushing one into Seungmin. He heard him gasp softly, and was careful to move slowly until he felt Seungmin impatiently rocking back for him to hurry his ministrations. It wasn’t long before Minho slipped in a second finger, trying to be as gentle as he could while rushing through stretching Seungmin open. Minho tried to seek out Seunmin’s pleasure spot to try and aid his rush to relief, but Seungmin was too impatient, after a few whiny moans he pushed back harder and grumbled in complaint.
“Hurry!” Seungmin whined, demanding another finger to get him ready.
Minho shrugged to himself and pushed in a third finger, focusing on spreading them and getting Seungmin stretched, over giving him pleasure. He worked carefully inside him for a few minutes until he could tell Seungmin was losing patience again.
“Are you ready?” Minho asked him.
“I was ready five minutes ago.” Seungmin responded, sounding breathless and yet still able to have a tone of brusk annoyance.
“Tear your ass on your own time, I’m not gonna have your blood on my hands. Literally in this case.” Minho laughed as he removed his fingers from him to get himself ready with the condom. After making sure they were both adequately covered in lube he raised to his knees and lined up behind Seungmin, pressing the head of his cock against his hole.
“Sure you want this?” Minho just had to check.
“Yeah, I need this.” Seumgmin said, sounding less annoyed, his desperation coming through in the slight whine of his voice.
That was all the assurance Minho needed, and he gave Seungmin the distracting relief he needed and pushed forward and entered him. Minho paused when his head was engulfed in him, listening to the sharp intake of breath and waiting for the muscles in Seungmin’s back to relax before he continued. Minho didn’t push in deeper until he felt Seungin pushing back against him slightly. He moved forward, sinking into him slowly in one prolonged thrust, watching for any tension or discomfort in Seungmin’s body as he did.
After bottoming out Minho stilled himself, gripping Seungmin’s hips to prevent him from impatiently moving too soon as he took a few breaths himself. He took the moment to enjoy the feeling of being encased in the tight heat before Seungmin started his whiny complaining. He got about two minutes of peace before Seungmin’s tolerance ran out and he was wiggling in Minho’s steely grip.
“I brought you here to fuck me! Not rent the space!” Seungmin snarked. Minho rubbed a hand lightly over his ass cheek.
“Now, this is far too vulnerable of a position for you to be sassing at me. At least without an established safe word.” Minho said, a devilish smirk on his face as Sungmin sank down onto the bed and relaxed his body, no longer urging him with his rocking.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Seungmin mumbled, and Minho laughed at how obvious the childish pout was in his voice.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on teasing you.” Minho tapped Seungmin’s ass, not spanking, just a playful contact before he adjusted his grip and stance to start fucking him.
Minho planned to be good to his word and not tease him, but he still wanted to be careful with his friend, so he started by pulling out half way and slowly sinking back in. The noise Seungmin made reassuring him that he wasn’t powering through discomfort to rush to the ending, and was actually prepared enough for this to feel good. On his next thrust he plunged in quicker, picking up his speed steadily. With Seungmin’s building moaning as a soundtrack, Minho built his own pace until soon he was gripping Seungmin’s hips tightly, and driving into him hard.
After laying on his chest and taking Minho for a while Seungmin pushed himself up, standing on his knees as Minho slowed his hips so as to not knock him back down. Seungmin threw his head back on Minho’s shoulder and turned his head away to the side, exposing his neck in a less than subtle invitation. Minho let out a puff of air in a muted laugh before moving down to kiss his neck, and waiting to see how long it would take for Seungmin to demand what he really wanted.
“More!” Seungmin asked, managing to keep the demanding tone out of his breathy voice. Minho smirked against his skin before snaking his arms around his torso and gripping onto his body then snapping his hips into him harder. Seungmin wailed out a moan before his hand flew up to press Minho’s face harder against his neck. Minho licked his neck and avoided giving in until Seungmin voiced what he wanted.
“Fucking bite me!” Seungmin finally relented and asked. Minho laughed, and opened his mouth, taking in a small mouthful of skin between his teeth and pressing down before sucking lightly on the skin.
“Yes!” Seungmin moaned, and his body seemed to relax as Minho kept fucking into him with his mouth attached to his neck.
Seungmin stayed laying against his body for a couple of minutes before pulling away, and dropping onto his hands and knees so he could push back and fuck himself in time with Minho’s thrusts. Minho groaned and gripped him tight, knowing that they were both approaching the end. He let himself relax into the sensations, focusing on his own pleasure over Seungmin’s enough so that he would be able to cum not long after Seungmin did.
“I’m close!” Seungmin gasped out, and Minho nodded, despite Seungmin not being able to see him.
Seungmin was moaning loudly as his legs shook when he finally lifted a hand to jerk himself to his release. Minho closed his eyes and fucked him hard as he focused on his own coiling pleasure. Seungmin came with a whiny moan, and Minho managed to follow shortly after, avoiding pushing Seungmin into an uncomfortable overstimulation. Minho rocked in Seungmin as he rode out his climax and filled the condom.
Minho pulled out of Seungmin, sitting down and leaning back on his hands as he enjoyed the high of his orgasm. The room was silent but for their laboured breaths. Minho opened his eyes when he heard Seungmin moving, and watched as he rolled onto his side, then bundled up the soiled towel and tossed it to his laundry. Minho took off the used condom, tying the end into a knot before moving to drop it in the trash then dropping down to lay next to Seungmin, shoulders propped up on the pillows resting against the headboard. They laid in silence, their breathing slowly returning to normal as they relaxed.
“So… Hate yourself?” Minho asked after hearing Seungmin let out a deep and heavy sigh.
“A little bit.” Seungmin replied flatly.
“Yeah… One day you will have to learn that you can’t solve your problems with regrettable sex with me.” Minho laughed,
“It’s not that I regret it… I just… I kinda wish I wasn’t so petty and impulsive sometimes.”
“You’re not that impulsive really, just a little hot headed.” Minho told him, glancing over to see Seungmin staring up at the ceiling.
“It was about him.” Seungmin admitted.
“Shocking.” Minho deadpanned.
“Fuck off. I don’t want him to affect me like this. I don’t want to feel jealous, or want to make him jealous. I also don’t like using you like that.”
“It’s been well established that I don’t give a fuck if I’m being used. It’s pretty mutual.”
“I know, I just… it sucks. I’m sorry.”
“Shut up, you’re fine.” Minho reassured him. He let them sit in silence for a few moments more. “Do you need anything from me before I leave?”
“Do you have time to just hang out for a while? Take the bitter taste of the rest of the night out of my mouth?”
“As offended as I am at being classed as a bitter taste, I have a few hours I can spare for you.” Minho scoffed.
“Not you. Just the whole thing. You know you’re good at what you do, no complaints there.”
“I distinctly remember hearing a lot of complaining.” Minho teased him.
“Oh fuck off!”
“Come on, let’s get dressed and put on a movie.” Minho said, sliding off the bed to get dressed, back turned to Seungmin as he hunted for comfortable clothes to dress in.
They took their time, and once they were decent again they went into the living room where Minho dropped on the couch, making himself comfortable as Seungmin sat on the other side and turned on the TV to look for a movie for them to watch. They sat silently watching the TV for a few minutes before Minho had to address the elephant in the room.
“So, are you ever gonna actually talk to him and stop this petty back and forth of hell?” Minho asked him.
“I try… It’s just, he gets flustered and I get defensive. Neither of us is good at talking about how we really feel.” Seungmin sighed and shifted so he was leaning against the arm of the couch as he turned to face Minho. “So we get caught in our damn pattern of flirting and getting close before one of us upsets the other and we make our lives hell until something gives and we go back to normal.”
“God, relationships are fucking messy.” Minho said, shaking his head at his friend's complicated love life.
“Not quite a relationship, but yeah. Anyway, what about you?”
“Hmm?” Minho hummed in question as he lifted his leg onto the sofa to fully face Seungmin also.
“Do you ever think of hanging up the slut shoes and getting into a relationship?”
“Ah, well, I dunno. I mean, you saw my relationships, not really worth the effort. Everytime it just kinda fizzled out, and we ended up feeling like we were just friends who had sex, there was no passion or affection. The promise of something good faded, and it just ended up kinda… boring. So I might as well just fuck my friends and leave out the risk of drama with a relationship, you know?”
“So, you’re happy with just fucking your friends and strangers?”
“I mean… It’s fine. Sure, sleeping with strangers isn’t quite as exciting as it used to be. I kinda can hone in on the people looking for casual, anonymous sex on sight, then it’s just a simple matter of finding a place to fuck, so it is kinda…”
“Boring?”
“A little, but you know, it’s fine. And sure, I only seem to have sex with my friends when there's some kind of scheme, or drama, or frustration, never just because I’m horny anymore.”
“How is that better than your relationships?”
“I mean, relationships seem to either be like mine and lack the fire and comfort they should have. Or like yours and just cause pain and confusion.” Minho paused for a second. “I didn’t mean to imply…”
“No, you’re not wrong.” Seungmin sighed. “The thing is, when it’s good, my god, he makes me feel so good. I can’t describe it. It’s why we get so defensive I think. We just got trapped… I will break the pattern, I just… I’m stubborn, but I will figure out how to talk to him for real soon. Anyway, I was talking about you. So, you’re just gonna keep on with your own situation?”
“It works for me. I don’t have anything else that feels better on offer, so why bother changing it. I’m fine with things as they are.” Minho said, scrunching up his face at having to think about how his sex life had become rather monotonous. “You know he’s going to be even worse tomorrow. Especially with that fucking hicky you demanded I give you.”
“I know…” Seungmin sighed. “I can handle it. I guess I kinda want him to be worse.”
“How's that?”
“Well, I fucked you, if he goes and fucks someone, we can both just feel even and guilty and then maybe go back to our normal situation again.”
“So if he takes home Hyunjin, or me, you won’t care?”
“I’d prefer it was you than Hyunjin. I genuinely worry that one day Hyunjin will reciprocate his flirting and I’ll lose my chance with Changbin fully.”
“Yeah, no chance of that with me. Even if I woke up one day and suddenly found Changbin irresistible and charming, I wouldn’t bypass my loyalty. But I might still fuck him. Unless you don’t want me to.”
“I literally just said it’s better if it’s you than Hyunjin.”
“God, romance emotions are a fucking complicated mess. I don’t know how you do it, man.” Minho scoffed, shaking his head.
“I mean, not well. I thought I had just demonstrated that to you up close and in 3D.” Seungmin laughed. “I do think I’m gonna work on not fucking you as a solution to my non-relationship shitshow from now on though. It’s not feeling fair, and it just keeps me in the same useless pattern. I will do it. I’ll get my act together and talk to him soon, for better or worse. I’ll just wait until we’re on equal footing again, then I’ll find the words to actually talk about how I feel without wanting to rip off my own skin.”
“Sounds utterly romantic.” Minho laughed as he turned back to the TV.
Minho stuck around for the rest of the movie, talking about other things to try and take Seungmin’s mind off of Changbin before he left him. He felt reflective as he went to bed, wondering if he was actually happy with the way things were. He wasn’t unhappy, but he did feel like there could be more he would want. He just didn’t know what it was, or where he would even start to find it. He didn’t really think Seungmin and Changbin’s drama was what he wanted, but he did kind of envy the passion, even if it all looked so exhausting with no real pay off. He decided it didn’t really matter, he was okay, and not motivated enough to actually try to change anything about his life right now. Despite his resolution to passivity to his sex life, he felt seeds of discontent sowing in his mind.