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“You really have a type.”
“Sorry?” Mingyu looked up to see Seungkwan’s contemplative expression. Seungkwan gestured to the photo Mingyu was showing him, a selfie of him and Soonyoung grinning widely.
“Hoshi?” Mingyu asked in confusion and disbelief.
“No, you dummy,” Seungkwan groaned. “Blondes!” Mingyu looked at Seungkwan’s unimpressed look and then to Soonyoung with platinum blonde hair in the selfie.
“Just because I took a selfie with him when he’s blonde?”
“Are you pretending not to know, or are you seriously not aware? Why else would you sleep with the guy now—oh, shoot, I mean—”
“What? How did you—um, I mean, what, uh, um, we—we didn't—” Mingyu withdrew his hand, placing his phone face-down on the table. He inhaled, settled his shock. “...Did hyung tell you?”
Seungkwan sighed. “Unfortunately.”
“It literally just happened, like—?!”
“Hyung can’t keep secrets, you know that.”
Mingyu blinked rapidly, trying to absorb the fact that apparently other members were privy to his sex life updates in real time without him telling them himself. “I’m not into blondes,” he mumbled.
“Mingyu,” Seungkwan said.
“Seungkwan-ah.”
Seungkwan leaned in, and Mingyu met his gaze. “Hannie-hyung. Woozi-hyung. Chan-ie.” Mingyu whined as the names kept coming. “Hoshi. Me?” He pointed at his own hair – now a chestnut shade of brown, but it had been platinum blonde before as well. “You have a type, hyung.”
“No, I don't, I’m not—” When it was all laid out like that, it was hard to refute – all of those members had gone blonde for an extended period of time before. And they had looked really nice with—no. No, no, no. He quickly ran through a mental list of who else on the team had gone blonde before.
“W-Wonwoo-hyung! I didn’t fuck him!”
Instead of looking surprised, Seungkwan scoffed. “Sure, but…” Seungkwan paused briefly, looking pained, “well… you know, I did hear about a… bathroom situation during a practice once…”
Mingyu viscerally jolted back in his chair. “He told you about that?”
“Anyway, I'm just saying. Whenever a member goes blonde, you become totally attracted to him.”
Mingyu crossed his arms, pouting. “You slept with me too, you know…”
“This isn't about me, it's about you and your track record. Non-ie said this is one of the reasons he doesn't want to go blonde.”
“I’m good in bed!” Mingyu cried. “Tell him, Seungkwan!” Seungkwan looked disgusted.
“Fine, I didn't want to sleep with Vernon-ie anyway,” Mingyu grumbled, feeling insulted for some reason.
“But, if he bleached his hair—”
“No! Stop making me sound so weird!”
“You’re literally the one who becomes attracted to us when we’re blonde! How many people did I list just now, like half of us?”
Mingyu put his head in his hands. “It just happened, okay? And Seungkwan-ah, you looked good when you were blonde, alright?”
“I look good without blonde hair too,” Seungkwan sniffed. “Well, whatever. Take your time coming to terms with it. I just fear for the next person who decides to bleach his hair, although by this point I feel like all of us know it comes with the decision now.”
“I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Actually – you know what,” Mingyu lifted his head up from the shield of his hands, “we're all attractive. And it hasn't caused any issues. So what if I sleep with you all. It's bonding.”
“Ew, gross. Despite what people say, not everyone wants to sleep with you.”
“Alright, thanks for telling me.”
Seungkwan clasped his hands together. “Ooh, I hope my Junie-hyung doesn't go full blonde next. I don’t want you to put your hands on him.”
“Why are you making me sound like a freak?” Mingyu cried. “I—”
“Guys?” Seokmin’s voice sounded from the doorway. The two of them turned their heads to see Seokmin poke his head through the ajar door.
His golden hair shone brightly in the fluorescent lighting. Just this morning, Seokmin's hair had been black.
Mingyu could see Seungkwan whip to face him in his periph. He turned back to Seungkwan’s knowing, smug smile: “I’m not gonna fuck him!”
Seokmin made a scandalized noise. “Wow, you’re such a whore, Kim Mingyu! Who’re you talking about? Do I know him?”
“It's none of your business,” Mingyu grumbled to Seokmin's disappointment.
“You look very pretty, hyung-ie!” Seungkwan complimented Seokmin's new look. “You agree, right, Mingyu?” The two of them turned expectantly to Mingyu, for very different reasons. Mingyu groaned loudly.
//
Seungkwan could not know about this.
Seokmin sighed contentedly, rubbing his cheek against one of Mingyu's pecs. Apparently Seokmin was a cuddler both out of and in bed, having immediately latched on to Mingyu afterwards. He was a cuddler too though, so this was nice.
Seokmin chuckled when Mingyu tilted his head to press his own cheek against Seokmin's head. “So it's true that you're into blondes, huh?”
Mingyu immediately rolled his head back onto the pillow with a loud sigh. “Seriously?”
Seokmin lifted his head, sending a grin Mingyu's way. “Why else are we in bed together?” Mingyu frowned.
“Yah, Dokyeom-ah, don't tell me you dyed your hair because of… because you wanted me to fuck you?” His accusation had less fire than intended, a weird feeling forming in his chest at the thought that Seokmin saw him that way. Even if the whole team supposedly knew about his “preference” (whatever Seungkwan insisted), it was way too weird to have a member purposely strive for it.
Seokmin propped himself up with a scoff, so Mingyu could clearly see him rolling his eyes. “You really think the world revolves around you, huh, Mingyu-ya? No, I really just felt like changing up my hair – what's with that look, I'm telling the truth! Anyway, it's not like you're attracted to me like that, we haven't messed around together since, like, what, debut? What would me going blonde change?” Seokmin tilted his head, lips slightly puckered, and Mingyu swallowed at the sight. Yeah, the blonde hair really looked nice on him.
Seokmin huffed out a laugh, looking incredulous. “Yah, Mingyu-ya, come on.”
“What!”
“You keep looking at me like that, like you are now. You’ve been looking at me like that ever since I bleached my hair.”
“What do you mean? I've always looked at you like, like however you say I'm doing.” He was looking at Seokmin like normal, but even so, Seokmin wasn't ugly.
“Right, whatever you want to tell yourself.” Seokmin smiled, unabashedly sliding a palm across Mingyu's chest. “I didn't think you'd want to jump my bones like the others. But since you seemed so into me,” Seokmin wiggled his eyebrows and Mingyu rolled his eyes, “I wanted to see what this was all about.”
“You can just ask if you wanna sleep with me so bad.”
“Who said I wanted to sleep with you? You wanted to sleep with me.” Seokmin's finger jabbed into Mingyu's chest. Mingyu batted his hand away when the poking wouldn't stop.
“Whatever. Ha-ha, you've had your fun.”
“You didn't have fun too?” Seokmin flicked at one of Mingyu's nipples. Mingyu huffed through his nose; Seokmin glanced up and then matched Mingyu's grin with his own toothy smile.
“Come here,” Mingyu murmured. Seokmin hummed as he buried into the crook of Mingyu's neck, arms looping around the back. Mingyu giggled as Seokmin squirmed against him.
“Hey, at least I got more than a blowjob,” Seokmin mumbled.
“Okay, did Wonwoo tell everyone about that—”