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He comes back home from schedules earlier than usual, and Hyunjin and Seungmin are still not in the room.
Minho leaves the bag beside the bed and starts taking the clothes off, considering a good and thorough shower. Maybe later, he thinks, because when he walked by the bathroom he definitely heard the running water. Somebody already was there, and Minho, might the need come, will use the shower later, since he already had one in the gym.
He lays comfortably in home clothes, YouTube’s opened on the laptop, when Seungmin comes into the room, and Minho's mind registers several things:
1. So, that's who was using the bathroom.
2. Because Seungmin is very painfully, obviously naked under the towel, wrapped around his waist.
3. Everything from this moment is muted by his roaring heartbeat. Minho is afraid he can literally lose his mind because he was not ready.
This is not the first time he sees Seungmin half-naked, but it surely storms onto the winning place in his personal Top 5. Seems like he didn't think that Minho would be in the room, so now Minho is in the first row of Seungmin's Body Theater. Stark milky skin over wiry muscles and beautiful bones and joints. His body proportions make Minho go insane. Strong broad shoulders, wide chest, slim waist. Tender birthmarks. Faint happy trail, going down, somewhere sinful, somewhere Minho wants to see. Seungmin is seductive in a masculine way, naturally sensual, effortlessly tempting.
With the speed of light, all those thoughts rush through his mind, stumbling and flipping over each other, but in reality, only a second passed, and Seungmin looks at him with deer’s eyes, surprised even more than Minho is.
"Oh, hyung, you’re here? Sorry, I didn't think you would be, I just forgot to bring spare clothes with me in the bathroom", he says, still frozen. (Why, though? This is his room, too, and after all years of co-living, this situation was inevitable. Inevitable. Minho will think more about it later.)
But thank God Minho’s brain is smart. Like, yeah, he is struck with Seungmin's sexiness, but he still is able to hear and hold a conversation.
"I finished the workout earlier", he shrugs impassively. If only Seungmin knew what was going on behind his mask of calmness.
“Sorry, won’t bother you anymore!”, he says hastily, coming closer in Minho’s direction, where their big closet is. “Just let me-”
It just happened that Minho is on eye level with his crotch, so he can’t do much about the fact that Seungmin’s movements make the outline of his cock under the towel more prominent. And when Seungmin turns around to open the closet and to look for his clothes, Minho can clearly see plain but still existent curve of his ass.
His throat goes dry, but his mouth waters. He registers strange tension and only seconds after he understands that he clenched the bed’s blanket so hard his knuckles went white.
Minho's brain simply flatlines. Fuck it, it tells him, I'm outta here. Do whatever you want, I won't be of any assistance to you. He is totally, completely helpless, betrayed by both his mind and his body. He has a raging boner, but he can’t do much about it. He wants to scream, but some instinct that is smarter than him prevents him from making sounds.
Seungmin looks for his boxers and home clothes, and Minho is dying.
It’s unfair, he thinks. The whole situation is unfair, Seungmin’s existence is personally unfair to him, and his shoulders-to-waist ratio, flowing perfectly to long lean legs, is disgustingly unfair. He meditates on those legs for couple more seconds, thinking that Seungmin is actually shit at long-distance running, but, unhelpfully he remembers that, like all of them, he still has quite a stamina. Minho wants to exhaust him in a completely different way. He would—
He comes to his senses with the door's slam.
Seungmin found his clothes and left, while Minho was sitting there having a local sexual apocalypse. And he can't even blame him.
Like. What would he even say.
“Ya, Kim Seungmin! What are you doing! Going around the house like this is hideous! Do you want to make me blind!”
Bullshit, it was a coincidence, and once again, an inevitable one, because this is their house. All of them live together for so long there is no more personal space or privacy. And by the way, hyung, why did you react so much?
Because it's unbearable, seeing him (almost) naked and not being able to do something about that.
But wait a minute, he actually can.
Minho wanted to use the shower earlier, looks like the time has come.
Laptop forgotten, he gets up and walks to the now vacant bathroom and closes the door behind himself, cutting the outer world off.
Seconds later, naked, he steps into the wall of water, letting it strike him from head to toe. Its weight and noise feel quite meditative. His arousal even gets somewhat dull, and he is able to actually breathe out a little.
It’s. It’s a lot.
Going crazy like this over someone is too much, it’s exhausting, but this shit happens without asking his opinion. He didn’t choose to feel so much about Seungmin.
Running back to whatever the fuck has happened five minutes ago, Minho remembers. He wants to believe that he imagined the glistening of water droplets in the small of Seungmin’s back, but unfortunately, his eyesight is pretty good and he knows it was real.
He wants to howl. It’s a downward spiral from now on.
(Has been for a long time already.)
The image of nude Seungmin, covered only with a towel, is burned on his retina forever, and it’s natural to—
He palms his almost fully hard cock, and exhales, the rush of under-the-skin pleasure wracking his nerves. He thinks about Seungmin and, honest to God, salivates again.
Of course, Minho knows what other men’s dicks look like. And it’s pointless to deny that he approximately knows what his bandmates’ look like, not like he wanted to, it was a pure coincidence, but he always tried to keep such thoughts away from Seungmin, because he knew, once he starts to think about it seriously, there will be no way back.
What a fool. It all has already begun a long time ago, there wasn’t any way back even before.
What a fool. This one was inevitable, too.
Some sick and twisted fate put something he cannot have right in front of his eyes, locked it with him in the same house, and now torments him with the knowledge of what Seungmin looks like when he sleeps, what his home t-shirts smell like, what the warmth of his body feels like when the dorm has a movie night.
Seungmin stood fairly close, Minho could just reach out and tug the towel, unwrap it, and he would know what his cock and ass actually look like.
Minho breathes out through his teeth and starts pumping himself.
Oh, he would say so many things. Oh, he would do so much more.
He would pull him closer and push him down the bed and conquer every inch of his skin, not caring about the open door. Lee Minho was there, his marks would say, now it's his, and don't you dare to touch this, otherwise, none of you is safe. He would catch every moan with his own lips and give back more. His love would be enough for them both to the point of suffocation and beyond, for he wants to be the air in his lungs, the only thing Seungmin needs to breathe, just like Seugnmin is the only thing Minho needs.
He definitely would say things.
“Seungminnie”, he would say, sitting on top of his hips and wrapping a palm around his own painfully aroused shaft, just like now. “Look at this. Look what you're doing to me. You make me so hard. I'm hard because of you”.
He wants to think that would make Seungmin whine. Pretty boy, red flush, surprised wet big eyes, angelic voice that is cracking under the dirtiest moans — Minho wants to devour him, he wants to have snake's jaw so that he could hold his whole body inside his mouth forever.
He wants to move to another place, and it would be only two of them. He wants him all to himself.
He wouldn't let Seungmin wear any clothes in their new house so that every day he had to walk around naked. Eyecandy. Easy access. For Minho only.
Moving his palm faster, he catches air with his mouth, the orgasm tensing like a bow-string. His hair almost completely covered his eyes, dirty slaps of skin to skin are muted by running water, but still are clear to him, and he wonders, does Seungmin jerks off in the shower too. He never heard him in their room (can’t say that about Hyunjin, no, why did you remember that, ugh), but Seungmin is still a man. He should do things. What if he masturbated before coming into the room? What if he masturbated when Minho passed by?
He curses under his breath both because the thought is hot and because he wants to be the reason why Seungmin jacks off. Oh, he smirks bitterly, it would be nice if Seungmin suffered just like he does, losing sleep in his bed over someone’s breath in the night.
If only Seungmin let him, Minho would help and make their suffering a little more bearable. He would massage his shoulders to get rid of the tension, to smooth out knots and bundles. Seungmin would cover his palm with his own, and soon they would guide each other’s hands and learn every tender corner of skin, and when they become comfortable, they would go further, and he would put his solid palms on Seungmin’s slim thighs, spread his legs, and love him.
Love his body with his own, riding waves, he would lean closer and press his ear to Seungmin's wide and hard chest, just savoring their togetherness, engraving it into the tissue of his heart.
He hugs himself with his free hand and imagines that it is the warmth of Seungmin’s body, and he crumbles.
White ropes of cum cover the bath and tiles, and seconds later Minho absent-mindedly flushes them with water, unseeing eyes watching the filth draining. Then he breathes out, shakes his head, but stops, once he catches his own reflection in the mirror. Water from the top shower still hits his body, flowing down the heaving chest and lower, his hair, completely wet and over the face, make him look unfamiliar, but what actually made him pause is his eyes. Darker than ever, glistening with some cold desperation deep inside. He looks a bit wild. Kinda ironic that it was caused by somebody who hits all the good little boy stereotypes, even though Minho knows for sure Seungmin is not quite like that.
And he likes that about him too.
Kim Seungmin, kind, sensitive and polite, but still so very much his own person, smart, independent and interesting.
And beautiful, too beautiful not to take a breath away.
How Minho could ever save his heart from such a quiet thief? He never stood a chance.
With a sigh, he quickly finishes his shower, towels, and what the fuck.
He forgot to bring the spare clothes. No, he thinks, no, God, please, no. No. This is not happening.
Of course, when he, wrapped in a towel, comes back into the room, Seungmin is here too.
“Is this some kind of revenge?”, he asks, shielding the eyes with his palm.
“Maybe I’m just trying to teach you some decency, Seungminnie”, he parries, somewhat collected, even though his inner Minho is hysterically screaming and laughing.
“Or maybe you just repeat after me”.
“Okay, brat. That’s it, I’m poisoning your coffee.”
“Tomorrow I will drink tea.”
“I didn’t say when. Be alarmed all the time.”
“Your mating rituals are getting weirder and weirder”, suddenly says the voice from the back. Minho looks around to see Hyunjin, standing in the door frame, watching them both with the quirked eyebrow. “Hey, hyung, very sexy back muscles, to what do we owe the honor to see them in all their glory?”
“Minho-hyung copies me,” Seungmin tells on, still with his eyes closed. Minho is still in the towel. He was so involved with bickering with Seungmin, he didn’t even remember to look for clothes.
“Copies? You were naked too?”
“U-u-uh...”
“You know what,” Hyunjin lifts palms up. “I just don’t wanna, you know, whatever”.
And with that, he leaves.
Minho turns back to Seungmin, who looks at him — at his face — through a small gap of his fingers.
“Hyung, clothes, please. It’s kinda awful.”
“You know what?” Minho smirks, grabbing the closest to him set of clothes. “Not only I will poison your coffee, I will also join Bang Chan’s Nude League”.
“I don’t even wanna argue with you, it’s pointless”, Seungmin sighs.
Minho turns on his heels and goes back to the bathroom, locks the door and starts to dress, only to understand that he took Seungmin’s sweatpants and Day6 t-shirt.