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Whenever Mingyu is drunk, he wants to kiss Wonwoo.
He doesn’t know where he gets that urge from. He doesn’t even remember when it started.
But it’s always there when he’s drunk.
He doesn’t always want to kiss him. There are times when he wants to hug him, or sit close to him, or just stare at him for minutes.
He’s aware of how clingy he gets whenever he drinks a bit too much, but he doesn’t act like this towards the other members, not to this extent.
Wonwoo is… Wonwoo. His roommate of four years, his best friend of many more, and he has that special attachment to him.
It may not seem like it, but Wonwoo takes care of him the most and secretly has a soft spot for him, just as much as Mingyu does. It’s only natural for Mingyu to want him close whenever they’re both a bit more relaxed.
But the kissing… the kissing is more recent.
Whenever they’re drinking together at their apartment, sitting comfortably on their couch, and chatting mindlessly about everything and nothing, his eyes always find Wonwoo’s red, puffy lips. He has that habit of licking his often dry lips, biting them, and touching them. It’s tempting, to say the least.
It makes Mingyu want to take the matter into his own hands, do what Wonwoo’s doing with his own lips. He has become so used to this urge that he’s not even weirded out by it anymore. On the contrary, the temptation has only become stronger.
He’s currently experiencing this urge again as they’re both drinking together on the couch late at night, for no particular reason.
He tries hard not to stare, not to make it obvious, but whenever Wonwoo just so opens his mouth, his eyes automatically go down to his lips. His soft, pretty lips.
“-and Soonyoung said that it tasted like rotten eggs, like, how does he even know what rotten eggs tast- are you even listening?”
Mingyu snaps out of it, blinking his eyes rapidly.
“Yes,” he replies dumbly, and Wonwoo does not look convinced. He arches an eyebrow at him and resumes drinking his beer.
“Ugh, I’m so tired. I’m sore because of the concert,” Mingyu complains, trying to change the subject. Well, he is not lying; he is pretty exhausted. Everyone is.
“Does your back hurt again?” Wonwoo asks him, making him nod his head.
“Can you massage it for me?” Mingyu asks him dramatically, half-joking, knowing that Wonwoo will refuse like always.
Wonwoo sighs, acting annoyed. He scoots further back, sitting almost behind Mingyu, and places his hands on his shoulders.
“Wow, you’re actually gonna do it?” Mingyu asks surprised. He tries to act nonchalant, but he gets pretty excited on the inside since Wonwoo doesn’t particularly love skinship.
“If I do it now, will you finally stop asking me to do it?” Wonwoo asks, his hands still placed on the other’s shoulders.
“If I’m satisfied with it, then okay,” Mingyu replies cockily, earning him a weak slap on the back.
Wonwoo starts pressing down on the tight muscles of his shoulders firmly, making him hiss.
“Does it hurt? I’m not even pressing hard,” he says softly, his voice having gotten deeper like it always does whenever it’s late. It makes Mingyu’s chest tingle.
“No, it’s good,” Mingyu sighs, relaxing his muscles. He feels Wonwoo’s rather small hands pressing and caressing his strong back, and he feels a weird satisfaction deep inside. He tries hard not to flex his muscles just to feel that contrast of their sizes.
He lets out a whiny sound when Wonwoo presses on a very tight spot, and he swears he feels the other tense up for a split second before continuing with the massage.
It’s like the air changes after this.
They’re both suddenly fully aware of every touch, every small sound that leaves Mingyu’s mouth.
Wonwoo starts unconsciously feeling up Mingyu’s muscles rather than massaging them, like he just noticed how strong his roommate is. Mingyu feels the change too, a fluttery sensation taking over his body.
After a bit, Wonwoo abruptly stops his movements and clears his throat. “Okay, I think that’s enough. My hands hurt,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Eh, it was alright,” Mingyu jokes, wanting Wonwoo to see that he is not feeling uncomfortable or anything, even though he is feeling… things.
“Never said I was good at it,” Wonwoo says with a small smirk, gulping a good amount of water to hydrate his suddenly very dry mouth.
Did his lips get even puffier? Was he biting them again? Mingyu is not sure, but he freezes when he looks at them again, the urge having become unbearable.
No, this is crazy. Crazy and weird. That’s his friend he’s thinking of kissing, just what is wrong with his mind?
It had never been really weird to want to be close to his members, though. They’ve been together for half their lives, and they’ve been through SO much, their closeness is what kept them going. And they were lucky to have debuted with each other, close friendships seem hard to find these days.
But this is a whole new level of closeness he’s thinking of.
Yes, Wonwoo and him had always been a little closer, that’s literally why they’re living together now. He’s always been a little biased, always wanting to be closer to him than anyone else. They have both felt jealousy before when it came to one another, and Mingyu just understands that their relationship is a bit different.
But again, kissing? That’s just him. Though he was always a bit more open-minded about these things, and if he was dared to kiss a member he would, the way he wants to kiss Wonwoo right now is not very friendly. That’s what scares him and makes him hold back.
“What’s up with you today? You space out so much,” Wonwoo asks nonchalantly, trying to hide his concern, and it’s then that Mingyu realises that he had been staring at him again, probably looking stupid as hell.
“I don’t know. It’s gotten worse today..” he murmurs the last part, mostly talking to himself.
“What’s gotten worse?”
Mingyu’s heart does a flip, and he’s pretty sure Wonwoo caught his panicked expression before he could change it.
“The… you know- the exhaustion,” he stutters, and curses at himself in his head.
“Why does it seem like you’re lying? It’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me, I just aske-“
“No! It’s just… it’s a bit embarrassing. I’m just frustrated… sexually?” He doesn’t know why he would even admit that, but it’s out before he can stop it. His brain shuts down for a second, and then it hits him that he just unnecessarily blurted out his little secret to his hyung.
He feels like the most stupid person alive. At this point, it would have been better if he had just said that he wanted to kiss Wonwoo, rather than saying whatever the fuck just came out of his mouth.
Maybe he drank a bit too much. Maybe he felt nervous and cornered and just blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter. He can’t take it back.
He just stares at Wonwoo with wide eyes, completely still, and anxiously waits for his reaction.
Wonwoo takes a few minutes to react. He stares back at him, just as still, and blinks his eyes as if he heard wrong. When he senses Mingyu’s embarrassment, he realises that the other is not just playing with him.
“Oh… oh.” Well, he tries thinking of something better to say, but his mind is blank. When he sees Mingyu scrunching his face as if the embarrassment is so bad that it’s hurting him physically, he decides to spare him.
“I’m not judging. You just caught me off guard. I was expecting anything but this. Not that it doesn’t make sense, I get it! I myself have… you know, before-“
The thing is that when Wonwoo gets nervous, he starts talking nonsense.
“Oh?” Mingyu smirks, his embarrassment gone. This information isn’t good for his poor self, but he can’t hide his amusement.
“Don’t make it weird. I, at least, was young and hormonal. And don’t look at me like that, it’s your problem we’re talking about,” Wonwoo defends himself, visibly embarrassed.
“You make it seem like I’m old,” Mingyu pouts.
“You are.” Wonwoo looks at him with an expression he can’t interpret and chuckles, falling on his back and lying properly on the couch, too tired to keep sitting. Mingyu follows after him and lies right next to him, making him scooch over.
“There’s all this space, and you decided to lie here? I’m on the verge of falling off,” Wonwoo grumbles, not actually annoyed, but a bit too conscious of the proximity.
“Then come closer, we fit,” Mingyu rolls his eyes and wraps one arm around Wonwoo’s middle, pulling him closer.
He doesn’t take his arm back, and Wonwoo lets him. This doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, it does. It’s nothing, but it still makes Mingyu feel giddy.
“Are you tired?” Mingyu asks him softly.
“Mm.”
“Wanna go to sleep?”
“Not yet, I’m comfortable,” Wonwoo mumbles, and Mingyu is glad that he feels comfortable next to him, even if that’s not what he meant.
Wonwoo closes his eyes, and Mingyu takes the opportunity to stare closely at his side profile.
He really admires his hyung’s flawless bare skin and his natural features, like his straight nose, and his pretty lips. His lips. Mingyu sighs, a bit frustrated at his thoughts once again.
There’s an eyelash under Wonwoo’s eye, and Mingyu’s thoughts get interrupted, thankfully. His hand twitches where it still rests on Wonwoo’s waist, and he thinks, fuck it, and carefully raises it, moving it towards the other’s face.
The movement makes Wonwoo open his eyes and look at him.
“You have an eyelash here,” Mingyu murmurs softly, and when Wonwoo tilts his head a bit towards him, he removes it with his finger.
Now that Wonwoo’s facing him, their faces are inches apart, and they both freeze, not taking their eyes off each other’s faces.
Mingyu hesitantly rests his hand from where it was hanging in the air on Wonwoo’s cheek, and the other does not move, but there is a glint of panic in his eyes.
Mingyu unconsciously leans forward, not really thinking of what he’s doing. He blames it on the alcohol, but deep down he knows damn well.
Wonwoo does not move an inch, so with the last ounce of bravery, he presses their lips together, giving him a chaste kiss. He can feel his heart beating uncontrollably fast, but he sees Wonwoo closing his eyes, and takes his chance.
He kisses him again softly, this time not pulling back immediately but going for a second and a third kiss, and eventually starts moving his lips slowly and sensually.
It takes him a second to realise that Wonwoo’s kissing him back, but when he does, his hesitation disappears, and he kisses him properly.
As expected, Wonwoo’s lips are soft and plump, and Mingyu might be going insane. It’s better than any imagination he’s ever had.
He tilts Wonwoo’s head by the jaw, deepening the kiss but still going slowly, and their lips feel so good together.
He darts his tongue out and licks at Wonwoo’s lower lip, wanting to taste more of him, but Wonwoo flinches and turns his head to the side, breaking the kiss.
Mingyu opens his eyes and sees Wonwoo’s panicked expression, and it’s like the spell has lifted and they’ve come back to reality.
“Won-“
“Why did you- Mingyu, you shouldn’t have done this,” Wonwoo lets out, trying to keep a stable voice. He’s still breathless, and his cheeks have become impossibly red.
“Fuck, Wonwoo, I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what I was thinking,” Mingyu replies in a small voice, sounding pretty panicked himself. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, not that it would make things better.
Wonwoo puts his face in his palms and takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Let’s just go to sleep, okay?” He doesn’t really wait for an answer and gets up, heading to the bathroom.
“Fuck,” Mingyu curses under his breath, threading his fingers through his hair. He really fucked up. He can’t believe he actually did something like this. He was fully aware of the urge, but he never thought he’d actually act on it.
And Wonwoo… God, he must be so upset. How are they even going to talk this out?
Mingyu immediately regrets it.
Well, he regrets upsetting Wonwoo, because the kiss… the kiss was too good. It was like he had been wanting something for so long, and it was finally given to him.
It wasn’t just curiosity, because now that he got a taste, he wants it even more.
But why did Wonwoo let him kiss him? Why did he kiss him back? Was he also out of his mind at that moment? Mingyu’s head hurts. He decides to leave the problem for tomorrow and goes to sleep.
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The moment Mingyu wakes up, the memories from last night flood back to him.
He groans in his pillow, dreading to go out of his room, but he has to go to the gym and then to practice, so he puts his nerves aside and goes to wash up.
Once he’s done with his morning routine and he’s changed into gym clothes, he goes to the kitchen, his anxiety building up.
He sees Wonwoo sitting on the couch like he always does in the morning and almost wants to run back to his room.
“Good morning,” he says, trying to sound casual. Wonwoo whips his head to his direction but before Mingyu can decipher his expression he looks back down on his phone.
“Good morning,” Wonwoo replies. No silent treatment then, that’s good.
He surely remembers what happened; they were drunk, but not that drunk.
Maybe they won’t have to go through the awkward process of talking about it. Wonwoo will probably act like nothing happened, that’s how he is.
And it’s for the best, right? Mingyu couldn’t think of any excuse as to why he kissed him anyway, so it’s better if they don’t talk about it at all.
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It takes them three days to go back to acting normal around each other. It was mostly Wonwoo who seemed a bit more awkward than usual, but now he’s back to his comfortable self.
It’s probably because of their packed schedule that they get over it so quickly, almost forget about it, since they have more important things to worry about.
A week after the ‘incident’ they finally have some free time, so all the members gather together in a local restaurant for their monthly meeting. Today’s host is Jihoon, so the theme is casual, to everyone’s delight.
Mingyu is sitting next to a very energised Soonyoung and a fond-looking Wonwoo.
It’s one of these days when Wonwoo is feeling extra thankful to his members, which means extra comfortable, which means slightly clingy.
He’s not Soonyoung level of clingy, but even the light touches on Mingyu’s arm, or the way he leans on him when he laughs, or the way he lets, more like expects, Mingyu to fill up his plate with meat is enough for the latter.
And Mingyu accepts all the attention he can get and gives back way more. If Wonwoo wants to be indulged, then he’ll sure as hell indulge him.
“Cheers to youth!” Seungkwan says dramatically, raising a glass and making everyone follow.
“Ah, you’re too corny,” Chan teases him the moment they put their glasses down.
“You’ll understand when you finally grow up,” Seungkwan bites back jokingly, making the table break into giggles.
They’re pretty tipsy already, meaning they’re set for a good night. Everyone’s being loud, catching up as if they weren’t together like three days ago. It’s one of the perks of being a big group.
“Can you pass me the rice?” Mingyu hears Wonwoo’s usual calm voice in the midst of the chaos and turns to him.
He looks a bit tipsy as well, the pink on his cheeks giving it away, but more importantly, he looks like he’s glowing. Like he’s happy.
Mingyu immediately complies, grabbing some meat as well and putting it on Wonwoo’s plate.
“Thank you,” Wonwoo says with a fond smile, and Mingyu would give him all the meat in the world if it meant he’d make him happy like this.
He just smiles back and goes back to listening to the four different conversations happening around the table.
“We’re filming ‘In the Soop’ in two weeks. Finally, vacation,” Seungcheol reminds them, and everyone hums happily.
“I love filming these shows. It’s so nice to have some quality time with everyone,” Chan sighs contentedly, clearly more drunk than before.
“Tsk, and you called me corny,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, but is, of course, heard by Chan, and they start bickering like always.
“Mingyu, can I wear this?” Wonwoo asks him quietly, pointing at the jacket he hung on the back of the chair. Mingyu had instantly taken it off when they started grilling the meat, as he gets hot easily.
“Are you cold?” He asks Wonwoo, surprise evident in his voice.
Wonwoo nods his head cutely. What is he acting so cute for? And if he is actually cold, why is his face so flushed? Mingyu can feel the damn urge again, so he quickly grabs the jacket and drapes it over the other’s shoulders.
Wonwoo looks very pleased by his action. Or Mingyu is just delusional.
He secretly loves when Wonwoo gets like this, asking him to do stuff for him and just giving him attention, really.
After two more hours of eating and drinking, they decide to call it a night, and each member heads off to their place.
Mingyu and Wonwoo share a cab to get back to their apartment, too drunk to drive themselves.
Once they arrive, they instantly head to the kitchen to drink some water, their mouths feeling dry from all the alcohol.
It really had been a great night, one of their most pleasant meetings, so they’re both in a good mood.
Mingyu, being delusional again, feels a weird but welcome tension in the atmosphere, and it’s making him feel giddy. He can’t even blame it on the alcohol, having been drunk way too many times to know that this is not a side effect.
He chugs down two glasses of water, watching Wonwoo do the same thing, and places the glass on the counter. He doesn’t know why he feels the need to wait for the other to finish, but nonetheless, he places his hands on the counter, resting his back against it.
Wonwoo puts his own glass down and looks at him weirdly. Like, intensely. Mingyu feels small under his gaze, and he kind of wants to ask if he has something on his face, but he’s scared that he will ruin the weirdly intimate moment, or whatever this is.
He wishes they had turned on the lights just so he could read the other’s expression better.
He stares back, blinking his eyes in question and anticipating Wonwoo’s next move. He doesn’t wait long as Wonwoo slowly approaches him and stops right in front of him.
With uncharacteristic confidence, he slides his hands from Mingyu’s chest up to his neck, stands on his tiptoes and… kisses him?
Mingyu’s brain completely blanks for a moment, and he actually wonders if he’s dreaming. Wonwoo pulls back and looks into his eyes to find him looking pretty stunned.
He threads his fingers through the long hair on his nape and pulls him down for another kiss. This time Mingyu’s brain starts working, so he kisses back, hesitantly placing his hands on Wonwoo’s waist.
The kiss is soft and unhurried like last time, only deepening when Wonwoo nips on his lower lip and tilts his head.
Mingyu relaxes against the counter, his hands going lower and holding Wonwoo’s hips firmy. It’s so quiet that he feels his ears burning at the wet sounds of their kiss. It makes it even hotter.
Before it can escalate into something more, Wonwoo breaks the kiss, and Mingyu chases after his lips, highly aware of how needy he seems.
They stare at each other, lust mirrored in their eyes.
“Good night,” is all Wonwoo says, patting him once on the chest and leaving the kitchen.
“N-night,” Mingyu rushes out in a raspy voice, a bit too late since the other has already left.
What just happened?
Mingyu has to stay there for a few minutes and wait until he gets back to his senses.
How could Wonwoo leave after doing something like this? He didn’t look mad or regretful, he was the one who kissed Mingyu anyway. Maybe he didn’t know what to say. Maybe Mingyu is overthinking again.
He’s not sure, but too much thinking is hurting his head.
He goes to sleep, still a bit out of it.
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The next day, Wonwoo’s acting normally again, and Mingyu goes along with it.
Although he may act calm, he’s far from it. He has so many questions he’s itching to ask, but he’s also scared of the answers. Wonwoo is definitely not planning on talking about what happened, so he can only think about it.
It’s actually the only thing he thinks about.
He thinks about it so much that it’s like he goes back to the moment and relives it. And it’s affecting him physically.
Now that Wonwoo kissed him, Mingyu’s already planning his next move. It’s like Wonwoo gave him the green light, and he’s definitely not going to miss his chance.
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A few days later, the members find themselves in a remote area in the mountains, filming for ‘In the Soop’.
It’s already the second day, and they’re enjoying every minute of it. They engage in activities to their liking and gather together in the evenings for meals and drinks.
Tonight the air has gotten a bit chilly, so some of the members decide to hop in the sauna.
They’re tipsy again, always are when they do such shows. It’s a requirement at this point.
There are no cameras in there for privacy. It’s the only place where they can act like themselves, be a little more comfortable. It’s not like they have different personalities when on camera, but they always have to be careful of what they say or how they act.
That’s also a reason why most of them are shirtless, Mingyu included, as they don’t have to worry about their appearance.
Wonwoo, as much as he is enjoying the sauna, wants to leave halfway through because it is just too hot in there. He is still wearing a shirt, so he feels even warmer than the others, but he doesn’t really want to take it off.
But Mingyu insisted that he stay, looking at him with an implying expression, and Wonwoo has been bearing the heat, having half an idea of why the other wants him to stay.
Eventually, the members start leaving one by one, impressed by Mingyu’s endurance to the heat and surprised by the fact that Wonwoo hasn’t left yet. He even has to lie to them, saying that he’s too bored to get up, just to allay their suspicions.
And it’s finally only Mingyu and him left.
Wonwoo is still lying on his back, looking at the door that Minghao just exited.
He sees Mingyu coming closer through his peripheral vision and braces himself. When the other sits right next to him, leaning his body on his arm and staring down at him, he finally looks up and meets his eyes.
Mingyu raises the hand that he’s not leaning on and brings it to Wonwoo’s jaw, tugging a sweaty hair strand behind his ear along the way.
“You’re very sweaty,” he murmurs softly, almost teasingly.
Wonwoo wants to roll his eyes. “I wonder why…” he replies with a bored tone. “You look sweaty yourself,” he adds, his voice having gotten a few octaves lower, and he trails his eyes down to Mingyu’s sweaty chest and abs.
That’s all it takes for Mingyu to lean down and kiss him. He really wanted to warn the other, but it seems like he knew already and he let it happen.
The kiss is more heated than their previous ones, and it catches Wonwoo off guard. But he quickly gets into it, tugging at Mingyu’s neck chain to bring him even closer. The action has Mingyu biting at his lower lip and sucking it.
He mindlessly brings a hand to Wonwoo’s inner thigh, parting his legs and settling between them. He keeps it there, kneading the sensitive skin through Wonwoo’s shorts.
It makes Wonwoo open his mouth in a silent moan, and Mingyu takes the opportunity to slip in his tongue. He almost groans at the feeling of Wonwoo’s tongue against his.
He was a bit hesitant to initiate this, but the way Wonwoo responds to it—the way he traces his hands all over Mingyu’s upper body, his chest, his shoulders, his biceps—makes all the doubts disappear.
He unconsciously wraps his hand around Wonwoo’s neck, lightly pressing with his thumb on his Adam’s apple, making him gasp.
They pull back to breathe, but Mingyu does not want to stop tasting him, so he starts kissing his jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses down to the side of his neck.
“Mmh, M-Mingyu, not here,” Wonwoo lets out breathlessly, sounding all hot and bothered, and Mingyu just hums, nipping at his collarbone.
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo says in a more warning manner, and Mingyu stops what he’s doing, finally remembering where they are.
“Sorry. Sorry,” he mutters, sitting up and breathing hard.
He makes the mistake of looking down at Wonwoo and forgets how to breathe properly at the sight.
Wonwoo is basically drenched in sweat, his hair and clothes are dishevelled, his chest is rising up and down, and his lips- his lips are crimson red, puffier than they’ve ever been.
And the way he’s looking up at Mingyu with half-lidded eyes is not making things easier for him.
“Fuck,” Mingyu curses under his breath.
Wonwoo’s cheeks actually flush a deeper red, Mingyu’s dark gaze making him avert his eyes.
His neck is red too in some spots, and Mingyu fears he might’ve taken things a bit too far.
“Sorry for… “ he trails off, pointing to his own neck but not taking his eyes off of Wonwoo’s.
“It’s okay,” Wonwoo says quietly, bringing his hand to his neck and pressing on the red spots with his fingertips. “I liked it,” he adds embarrassed.
“Hope it doesn’t stay blotchy…” Mingyu mumbles, bringing his own hand and tracing Wonwoo’s neck with a feather touch.
Again, Wonwoo seems to enjoy being touched there, clearly sensitive even to the lightest touch.
Yeah, Mingyu is definitely fucked.
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He’s starting to get addicted to the feeling of Wonwoo’s lips against his.
Wonwoo is one of those people that are effortlessly perfect, that you look at and think ‘whoever gets to have him is lucky’ and Mingyu can’t believe he has the privilege to have him like this.
To taste him. To wander his hands on his small waist and trace his back with his fingertips. To make him shiver.
His body is always so responsive, and even though they haven’t gotten past kissing, Mingyu still sneaks a few teasing touches, and the way the other reacts to them is making him tempted to do more.
It kind of becomes a habit. A dangerous habit.
They don’t even have to be drunk anymore.
Wonwoo could be lying down, watching videos on Youtube, and Mingyu would go and peck his lips just because he looked cute, and then continue with his day.
Or Mingyu would come home late at night from schedule, and Wonwoo would tease him about how tired he looks and then feel bad and press a small kiss on his lips.
It goes back and forth. If Mingyu initiated the kiss last time, then Wonwoo will be the one to kiss first the next time. It’s like neither of them dares to kiss the other for a second time in a row, just in case one changed his mind and wants to stop.
But what they don’t know is that neither of them wants to stop.
One day, Mingyu breaks the back-and-forth pattern by following him backstage and taking him to a more secluded place to kiss him for the second time in a row.
“Mingyu… not here,” Wonwoo reminds him, like every other time they’re anywhere other than their apartment.
“I know…Just once,” Mingyu whispers, looking at him with puppy eyes.
Wonwoo just sighs. He doesn’t agree, but he doesn’t disagree either. He stays there, so Mingyu takes it as a yes and kisses him, smirking into the kiss when Wonwoo kisses back.
Wonwoo wants to slap him for being cocky, but, dammit, he kisses him so well. He knows exactly how Wonwoo likes it, wet and slow, with Mingyu doing most of the work. It just gets him weak.
It becomes heated quickly, with Mingyu already going in with his tongue, and Wonwoo tries pulling away, turning his head to the side and breathing deeply. “That’s why I said not here,” he mumbles as Mingyu leaves kisses on his jaw.
“Okay, okay.” Mingyu backs up and fixes their clothes, looking too cute for someone who just backed him up against the wall and kissed him breathless.
They get out of the stall and almost get a heart attack when they see that someone is waiting outside.
“Oh, Wonwoo- Oh! Mingyu?” Jeonghan exclaims, confused to see them both coming out of the same stall. He looks at their faces and gasps, quickly closing the door.
He stares at them for a moment, stunned. “Look in the mirror.”
They both nervously do so, and, well, he’s definitely referring to their lips that are smeared with lipstick.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans and starts wiping the mess. Wonwoo follows right after, sighing deeply, because Jeonghan knows.
“Are you guys…?” Jeonghan trails off, looking at them back and forth.
Mingyu looks at Wonwoo nervously, not knowing how to answer. They haven’t talked things out yet, so they don’t know themselves what they are. Wonwoo seems pretty anxious too, and Jeonghan can immediately tell what’s going on.
“Holy shit. Okay, I’m gonna let you guys sort things out. Don’t take too long, okay? You’re up in ten,” he says in a rush and exits the bathroom, giving them privacy.
“So-“
“Min-“
“You go first,” Wonwoo says calmly.
“I don’t know if you really want to hear what I’m about to say but… I mean, I haven’t thought this through, but I l-like this? I know that it’s more serious than we make it out to be, but I didn’t really start it out of nowhere. For me, you had always been… Well, it’s my fault for getting us caught-“
“I had always been what?” Wonwoo cuts him off, finally looking at him. “What were you about to say?”
“I had been wanting to kiss you for a long time before I actually did. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s always been you for me, even if it took me some time to realise it.” Mingyu lets out a sigh, slightly impressed by the fact that he bluntly confessed his feelings without stuttering.
“Why do you think I kissed you after the first time?” Wonwoo asks softly.
“Because… you liked it? Because we were drunk?”
“Well, yes, being drunk made it easier for me, but it’s because I wanted to. I know I said that you shouldn’t have done it, but I was just caught off guard. I never thought you’d actually want it… I thought you did it because you were… sexually frustrated.” Mingyu groans at the memory, and they both laugh at the situation, the atmosphere getting lighter.
“Then… let’s continue kissing each other? Exclusively?” Mingyu suggests jokingly.
Wonwoo chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. He genuinely can’t believe this is happening.
“If you want to, then yes, I’d like this.”
“So… one more kiss?”
“No.”
Wonwoo may be itching as well, but they have to get on stage. Still, a hug will do for now, so he wraps his arms around Mingyu, his Mingyu, loving the familiar feeling of his arms around his waist.
Why the rush, anyway? They have all the time in the world.
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