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The last person Mingi is expecting to see when he walks through his front door is none other than Jeong Yunho.
He’s sitting on his living room floor, surrounded by his and his roommates' best friends. Mingi supposes it's not anything out of the ordinary, considering Wooyoung knows Yunho too–not just as Mingi’s talking stage–but still, it startles him a bit.
The whole gang's here, it seems. Filling up their couches and chairs to the point several of them are on the floor. Which leads his train of thought back to Yunho. Who hasn’t noticed that Mingi’s come in yet because he’s frozen in place.
The first person to notice, of course, is Wooyoung.
“Mingi!” he shouts, smiling brightly. Everyone’s eyes fall on him, including Yunho’s. “We’re having movie night. I texted you earlier but you didn’t answer.”
Mingi frowns, walking closer to the group. “Oh, sorry, I’ve been at the library–must have missed it.” He makes a mental note to stop leaving his phone in his bag while he’s studying. If other people weren’t here, Mingi’s sure he would be getting an earful about how Wooyoung thought he was dead. “What are you guys watching?” he asks so that doesn’t happen.
San answers him, Wooyoung’s boyfriend, but Mingi chooses to focus his attention on scanning the room, trying to see if there is even enough space to house his large body. He makes eye contact with Yunho as he does, blushing.
Things are going great between them. Yunho is kind and charming and treats Mingi in a way that no one else has ever treated him. Yunho prioritizes him. Which is a nice change from past relationships.
Not to say they’re in a relationship yet. But, hey, Mingi can dream.
Because he’s not just a good person, he’s cute as fuck too. So cute. So cute that Mingi fears it’s not good for his heart sometimes. Even now, it feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest.
He tunes back in when Wooyoung asks if he’s going to stay and watch the film with them.
“Oh, uh…” Mingi purses his lips as he comes to the conclusion that there is indeed nowhere to sit. Their apartment is not that big. “Better not,” he answers, saving them the trouble. “I still have some homework I need to finish and–”
“Oh, come on,” Wooyoung whines, which in turn makes their friends follow suit. Everyone talks over the movie with reasons why he should stay. Not that Mingi can really differentiate what each of them is saying, but the tone says enough itself. “You have to watch,” his roommate continues, “You’ve been wanting to see this movie forever.”
Mingi glances at the TV to realize that they’ve bought John Wick 4–don’t judge him, okay? Keanu Reeves is hot–and clicks his tongue. He really wants to watch it. Damn, Wooyoung. “I don’t know… even if I did, it’s not like there’s a place for me to sit.”
The second Mingi says it, a pool of regret forms in his stomach. Because he can see the moment an idea sparks in Wooyoung’s head, and a maniacal grin takes over his face. “I know a place you can sit…”
Mingi grimaces as he waits for him to go on. When he sees him pass a glance to Yunho, his face burns . All the blood in his body decides to take up residency in his cheeks and Mingi is thinking of all the ways he can escape before Wooyoung can even spit it out.
“Yunho’s lap looks pretty empty.”
All of their friends erupt into chaos. Mingi can’t even look at Yunho, who he’s sure is cringing, and opts to cover his face with his hands at Jongho’s loud whistles. There is no way this is happening.
When they’ve seemed to settle down some, Mingi peeks an eye out through his fingers and immediately sees San patting Yunho on the shoulder like he’s unlocked some sort of achievement. Yunho has the decency to look embarrassed.
Mingi scrunches his nose, then clears his throat. God forbid his voice cracks. “I don’t think Yunho would like that very much.”
Everyone looks at Yunho at the same time. Mingi feels so guilty that he sort of wishes he had never come home. Because, god, Yunho clearly hates this, if the barely noticeable layer of sweat making his face glow is anything to go by.
Despite all that–and Mingi’s inner turmoil–Yunho clears his throat and smiles bashfully. “I, uh, wouldn’t mind actually… You can, if you want.”
At that, he gets a few laughs and high-fives. Yunho leaves them hanging, though, instead looking at Mingi earnestly.
Wooyoung cackles evilly.
It’s a good thing Mingi loves him or he’s sure he would have strangled him by now.
“Are you sure?” Mingi asks quietly, a little whiny too. Because this is the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to him and he doesn’t want to force Yunho into something he’s not ready for. “Wooyoung’s an idiot–”
“Hey!”
“–I totally get it if this is–”
“Mingi-yah,” Yunho interrupts fondly, and Mingi blushes from head to toe. “I’m sure.”
At this point, several of them have started complaining because they’ve missed, like, ten minutes of the movie. He’s self-conscious, but he forces himself to walk past the TV to where Yunho is sitting in front of the couch anyway, long legs crossed in front of him. His nervousness must show because when Mingi reaches him, Yunho grabs his hand gently and tells him that he can probably make room beside him to sit down instead.
Mingi crouches in front of him so they can talk quietly without disrupting everyone else who has their eyes glued back to the screen. “I’m heavy, you know,” he says, looking at their hands instead of at Yunho.
Yunho scoffs light-heartedly. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Mingi smiles at this and tries to take a deep breath to calm himself down. It’s really not a big deal. They’ve kissed some and hugged before–this can’t be that different.
That’s what he tells himself at least.
So, with his heart racing, he shuffles until he’s turned around and effectively sitting on Yunho’s lap. He can feel Wooyoung’s eyes burning holes into the side of his head, but Mingi’s too focused on not having multiple strokes he fails to care. It takes a minute or so for them to find a position where they’re both comfortable–Yunho straightens his legs and spreads them so Mingi is slotted between them and more on the floor than in his lap; it takes a bit of the embarrassment away–but when they do, he’s actually finding out that Yunho is a very good pillow. Because now, he’s sort of just using Yunho as a backrest and not being forced to crush him beneath his weight.
Yunho has his hands resting on Mingi’s stomach too, which has Mingi’s heart in his throat.
Given this and the fact that he’s sure his face is hot to the touch, he’s thankful when Seonghwa gets up and flips the lights off. He feels like he can finally let himself relax, seeping into Yunho’s chest entirely. Yunho appreciates it, if the arms tightening around his waist say anything.
It’s peaceful for a bit. Mingi even finds himself interested in the movie’s plot after a while.
That is until Yunho decides to take it upon himself to start whispering things into his ear halfway through.
It’s not like it's anything crude either. He’s just commenting on the film every now and then–but the feeling of Yunho’s hot breath on his ear is sending chills down Mingi’s spine.
Whatever. It’s fine.
No, it’s not.
Mingi feels like he’s going through the five stages of grief. And of course, Wooyoung doesn’t help. He takes a photo of the pair, which is, like, the opposite of helping. The flash lights up the whole room and Mingi has time to whine and hide his face from the camera before everyone giggles, including Yunho, who throws his head back against the couch with a hearty laugh.
He can feel it against his back. Ugh, it’s so cute. Yunho’s so cute.
Mingi is doomed forever.
After that, things finally seem to actually settle down. The movie is a long one, so the day starts to weigh down on everyone. Even Wooyoung grows tired. Mingi only knows this because he makes sure to whine loudly about it to everyone about fifty times until San is eventually forced to retire the pair to Woo’s bedroom.
Sleep sounds nice. He had been planning on coming home and rotting in his bed for, like, twenty hours until he saw Yunho on his living room floor. Because today kicked his ass and sucked all the life out of him.
His eyelids get heavier the longer he thinks about his comfy mattress just a room away, and eventually his head droops forward. He wonders if Yunho notices when he jerks it back up, but then it happens again–and again–and he has to apologize because it can’t be brushed off as an accident anymore.
“You can go to sleep,” Yunho whispers, fingers now tracing various shapes onto Mingi’s belly through his sweater.
Mingi groans as quietly as he can, stretching his limbs out while trying not to disturb Yunho too much. “No, ‘m fine. Wide awake.”
Yunho chuckles into his shoulder and continues the soothing ministrations on his stomach.
Despite Mingi’s efforts, though, his brain gets more and more hazy until eventually he can’t fight it off anymore. He lets himself drift to sleep with nothing but Yunho’s soft breathing filling his mind.
——————————
When he wakes up, it’s to a gentle voice in his ear.
It takes a while to register what the voice is saying. “You should go to bed,” Mingi eventually hears, “Movie’s over.”
The disapproving noise Mingi lets out makes Yunho laugh. He’s so comfortable. His ass kind of hurts from sitting on it for so long, but he feels so safe wrapped in Yunho’s arms, he never wants to move.
Rubbing at his eyes, he realizes the whole room has cleared out. “What time is it?” he asks, voice scratchy.
“Midnight-ish,” Yunho answers. “Everyone left a few minutes ago.”
Mingi hums. “You could have woken me up.”
There’s a beat of silence before Yunho responds, a smile carving out his words. “Is it selfish that I wanted to be the only one to see it?”
“See what?”
“You. When you’re all sleepy and cute.”
Mingi is not awake enough for his heart to be beating this fast. He sits up from where he had been limp against Yunho’s body and turns around–meets Yunho’s fond gaze. He blushes. Then groans. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why?” Yunho laughs at Mingi’s flair for dramatics.
“Because. I’ll die.”
When Yunho’s hand comes up to meet the swell of Mingi’s sleep-puffed cheek, he feels like time freezes. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Yunho asks, teasing.
Mingi stays still, apart from licking his lips. Yunho follows the action with his eyes. “No,” he answers. Then, in a whisper, “Can you kiss me? Please,” because Yunho’s gaze never left his mouth and they’re finally alone after hours.
Even so, it seems to take Yunho off guard. Maybe Mingi was too blunt. They’ve only kissed a handful of times.
He’s about to apologize when Yunho moves his palm to the back of Mingi’s neck and slowly pulls him in closer. Not kissing him yet, but ghosting his mouth over top of his own.
“I’m really selfish,” Yunho whispers, then brings their lips together with more force than Mingi was expecting.
He makes a noise high in the back of his throat at the contact. Yunho likes it, Mingi thinks, because his fingers immediately make their way through Mingi’s hair and he kisses him a little deeper. Mingi opens his mouth the second Yunho swipes his tongue on his bottom lip, and damn , Yunho’s been holding out on him. They should have been kissing like this for ages.
That’s about the extent of it, though, since Wooyoung–who should be sleeping– chooses the worst moment possible to walk out of his bedroom.
His high-pitched laugh is what breaks Yunho and Mingi out of their short-lived trance.
Mingi lets his body go limp and falls against the carpet in embarrassment. Pretends to die. Maybe he can manifest it into actually happening.
“Sorry,” Wooyoung says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Please, don’t let me interrupt. I just needed to pee.”
With that, he walks into the bathroom. But Mingi can see it, the smile he’s trying to bite down.
Yunho pokes his stomach when they’re alone again. “I should apologize too,” he says.
Mingi scoffs. “For what?”
“Kissing you like that.”
“Mm. The only thing you need to be sorry for is if you don’t do it again.”
Yunho laughs. “I didn’t know how slow you wanted to take things.”
Mingi laughs too–tells him that he’s down for whatever. Wooyoung leaves the bathroom not long after–just in time to see Yunho leaning down to where Mingi is still on the floor and kissing him again. Gentler, this time. With a smile etched into it.
Woo doesn’t interrupt but quietly shuts the door to his bedroom behind him, which Mingi is grateful for.
“Do you want to stay tonight?” Mingi asks when they break for air. “We don’t have to do anything, but… you’re a good pillow, you know?”
Yunho smiles, wide in a way that makes his cheeks bunch up. Mingi pinches one. “Sure. D’you have class tomorrow?”
“Not one that I can’t skip.”
This draws a laugh from him that quickly turns into a yawn. He’s adorable.
Mingi tells him so, then pats his leg as he sits up and tells him he can go to his room–borrow some of his clothes too.
“You’re not coming?”
“No, I am. Just need to talk to Woo first.”
Yunho nods and they part ways. Not for long, though. Mingi just needs to squeal or jump or kick something.
He makes sure Yunho’s in his room before entering Wooyoung’s. When he does, he flips the light on, and a tired San groans and curses at him. Wooyoung had evidently been expecting him, however, and he meets him in the middle of his room to grab him by the shoulders and shake him vigorously.
“Oh my god, you would be so fucked without me,” Wooyoung says. “You should be bowing down to me and kissing my feet–”
“I know, I know,” Mingi says, trying to keep his voice down with a hand over his mouth. “He’s staying over, too. I’m so going to die–”
“No, you’re going to score!”
“No, I’m going to have a heart attack and die.”
“Can you do it a little quieter?” San asks, muffled into a pillow.
Wooyoung picks a plushie off of his dresser and throws it at San’s head. “Shut up. This is important.” He turns to look at Mingi again, and then rests his hand on his arm, pouting. “Aww, is this how parents feel watching their kids get married? I feel like I’m sending you away forever–”
“Oh god, please shut up,” Mingi says. Wooyoung saying that grounds him enough to get him to stop freaking out. Because in the grand scheme of things, Yunho spending one night over is not that big of a big deal.
Woo snickers as Mingi hastily goes to leave. “Use protection!”
He really hopes Yunho didn’t hear that. When he crosses the apartment and enters his room to find Yunho already sacked out on his bed, over the covers, Mingi supposes he’s in the clear.
He wouldn’t mind seeing this sight a lot more often. Yunho in his clothes. Sleeping on his bed.
Maybe Wooyoung was right. Because Mingi did score, he thinks cheesily to himself.
(A few days later, Yunho makes sure to tease Mingi endlessly when he sees that his lock screen is the photo Wooyoung took of them snuggled up against each other from movie night.
Mingi doesn’t change it, though. He probably won’t for a long time.)