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Yunho was getting short of breath, but Mingi’s steel grip on his hand relentlessly pulled him forward. They were running fast. From the periphery the city turned to nothing but a blur, with the edges softened even more by the alcohol, softly buzzing in their veins. The further they ran, the quieter the police sirens got, giving space to the sound of their rugged breaths and rhythmic thumps against concrete.
“Mingi wait.” Yunho coughed out, pulling on the latter’s hand in an attempt to slow him down. “This way.”
Mingi looked back at him with pupils blown wide and disheveled hair in a way that made Yunho forget his own name for a moment. He nodded swiftly, tugging him along into a dark, small alley. The turn they made was sharp and Yunho staggered, back suddenly coming flush with the brick wall behind him. He didn’t have time to register how small the space really was until he felt one of Mingi’s hands sneaking between the wall and his lower back and the other resting just above his shoulder.
“Careful there.” Mingi mumbled in between hard and uneven breaths, head ducked down in a way that made strands of his soft blonde hair tickle Yunho’s face. Yunho suddenly burst out in a feat of giggles, his hand coming up to his mouth to tune out the sound.
“What?” Mingi lifted his head, eyebrows slightly furrowed with confusion. His face quickly softened, disarmed by the sound of his friend’s giggles and the slight bounce to his shoulders that the laughter carried.
“Your hair, it tickled.” Yunho tried to say in between laughs, but he couldn’t stop, the mix of alcohol and adrenaline making this much funnier than it was supposed to be.
Mingi couldn’t help but catch onto the contagious giggles, moving his hand to dig into Yunho’s waist for grounding. Yunho’s eyes crinkled cheerily and Mingi’s gaze fell to the apple of his cheeks that glowed a faint red, accentuated by the low streetlight.
“Shh.. idiot. We’re on the run.” He whispered after a while, bringing a finger to Yunho’s parted lips.
It was in a playful manner, but something about the gesture put a stop to the cheery laughter. Instead, Yunho’s breath seemed to get caught in his throat as he observed the relaxed smirk Mingi’s lips stretched into. If he focused enough, he could feel Mingi’s breath lightly fanning over his lips in a way that left him a little dizzy. The atmosphere turned hot and heavy, the proximity now daunting over the two of them, as they looked at each other’s lips, ever so lightly quivering with tension.
“I think the coast is clear now. We could leave.” Yunho whispered, his eyes never leaving Mingi’s lips. His hands twitched slightly at his sides, suddenly all too aware of their position.
“Yeah, we could.” Mingi’s reply came as lowly and subtly, as if afraid to disturb the moment.
Despite the acknowledgment, none of them moved an inch, continuing to steady their breaths. Mingi dared to lift his eyes from Yunho’s pouted lips only to find him already looking back, with eyes dark and begging. Like a prayer that never made it past his lips. Mingi caught his bottom lip in between his teeth and tightened the grip on Yunho’s waist, waiting. For something. Anything. Like the calm before the storm. Silent, buzzing with electricity, heavy.
The storm broke in the form of lips colliding. Sudden, inevitable and fatal. Like waves crashing violently against a coast, their lips fluttered and slided against one another in the rhythm of an angered sea. Yunho wasn’t sure who initiated it, the only obvious thing being the crushing, visceral need dressed as pure want. A painting in the making, where his mouth was the worshipped canvas and Mingi’s tongue was the skilful brush of an artist in love. A pleasurable rush ran through their veins, which urged the hands that itched to move to explore. Yunho’s fingers slid into the strands of Mingi’s hair curling at the nape, tugging slightly. Mingi gasped against his lips in response, giving access to Yunho’s tongue licking into his mouth. Passionately, languidly, until none of them were sure where one ended and the other began. Until nerve endings fired off in sensual pleasure like fireworks, flooding their brains with the unspoken “I want you and I want you forever.”. Until brief parting for air felt like drowning and instead the rejoined kiss like a breath of fresh air for desperate lungs.
Mingi’s hands moved from waist upwards, roaming freely over Yunho’s broad chest and back. Mapping carefully, not as if it was the last time, but as if he was to become a frequent visitor and make himself a home over the broad plane of his ribcage. Yunho continued to play with his hair, caressing lovingly but daringly over the soft skin of his neck and delicate spot behind the ears. The lewd, smacking sound of lips colliding sent a rush that struck like a thunderbolt, making their insides burn with need to take more and more. Mingi pulled back, severing the kiss with eyes wide and wild. Before Yunho could chase after him again, he felt the soft and swollen lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down his neck. A soft gasp escaped his lips, barely containing the buzz of pleasure as Mingi nibbed and grazed his skin with his teeth. Everything was spinning, hazy and blurry, yet all sensations were so sharp and distinct as if there was nothing else in the world than the two of them and burning passion. Yunho’s rugged breath and brushing of Mingi’s hair only encouraged him to sink his teeth deeper, leaving fiery marks that he soothed over with his tongue afterwards. Travelling downwards Mingi buckled his legs, hands roaming over Yunho’s torso down to his hips and thighs, until his knees hit the concrete and he looked up at his friend with gleaming eyes. Yunho couldn’t help but groan at the sight as he moved his hand to grip Mingi’s jaw tightly and drag his thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth opened instinctively from the gesture, enabling the unspoken agreement of unconditional submission and trust. Mingi looked good on his knees. Hair messy, kissed out face, smudged eyeliner and rugged breaths. Looking up at Yunho as if he was the only one who could take him apart and break him, just to mend him whole again. Yunho looked good from the top. Eyes lidded and dangerous, accentuated by the reddened cheeks. Looking down at Mingi as if he knew they could have angels in heaven quiver at the sacrilegiousness of their fiery passion. Mingi leaned into the palm of Yunho’s hand and their eyes locked, unable to look away.
“Ew.” The light of a thousand suns hit their faces in the form of a police flashlight and Mingi has never stood up so fast, almost tripping if not for Yunho’s steady hands.
“Sorry.” The voice said again, turning the flashlight away. The light adjustment revealed the form of a young, muscular police officer. “I didn’t mean to say ew. It was a visceral reaction.”
Mingi and Yunho stared back at the officer bewildered, not yet sure what is real and what’s not. Their ears ringed as they stood frozen in place, observing the man. “Choi San” read the label on his uniform.
“Anyways.” The man cleared his throat and asked with a sceptical look painted on his face. “You don’t happen to know anything about a party in the abandoned building two streets down, do you? The very illegal one, disturbing the peace of the neighbourhood?”’
“Nope. No.” They both immediately said in unison, almost too quickly. The question was quite rhetorical anyways. The town was small enough to know that if you stumbled upon two young people in party attire then they probably attended the party in question. Even if they seemed a little… busy at the moment.
The officer sighed, running a hand over his tired face. He looked down at his watch that read 3:47am.
“Whatever. Get home kids. This…” He gestured around the area with his hand and a mild distaste on his face. “…isn’t the most romantic place in the world, is it? If my boyfriend brought me here, I would break up with him.”
“Oh, it’s not…”
“Yes sir.” Yunho butted in, slightly squeezing Mingi’s hand. They stood like that for a while, even after the officer had walked away without a word.
When Yunho turned to look at Mingi, he was already looking back at him. His eyes were dark and intense, with a certain softness lingering as if he had just discovered that his favourite book had another chapter he hasn’t read yet.
“We should talk.” Yunho stated, a little breathless at the remnants of tension still cracking between them. Mingi muttered a small “Yeah.” and they both made their way out of the alley.
Upon reaching Yunho’s house they did talk. At least as far as roaming hands, flushed skin, tugged hair, broken pleas and whimpers went. What the promises whispered against their skin meant, they could talk about tomorrow over coffee and sheepish smiles.