Archive of Our Own

“It was really bad, Jisung.” Minho sighed as he rested his head back against the booth of the small cafe that Jisung had dragged him out to after a long night with the hopes of helping with Minho’s hangover. 

“Maybe you should stop hooking up with losers just because they’re hot?” Jisung scoffed, pushing forward coffee that Minho had refused to drink. 

“Jisung…”

“Minho, seriously. How many more disappointing one night stands are you going to have before you stop using that stupid app?”

“How else am I supposed to find hot single men for sex around here?”

Jisung rolled his eyes, “Minho, have you ever heard of talking to people in person?”

“Tried it. And it ended with a black eye if you remember.” 

Jisung frowned, “Min…”

“Online is safer. Because I can talk to them without actually being with them until I know it’s okay. I can stalk their socials and find out if they’re worth meeting first.”

“I know that…” Jisung sighed, “but clearly it’s just leaving you disappointed.”

Minho brought the coffee to his lips, taking a sip before crossing his arms over his chest, “I’d rather meet a bunch of people who suck in bed than meet one around here that would just…” Minho shook his head, “I’ll delete the app and try another one.”

“I love you, you know that?”

Minho nodded, “I know.”

“Mom asked how you were doing.” Jisung shifted the conversation, “she keeps asking when you’re going to come by.”

“Never.” Minho scoffed, “why do you even give her your time, Jisung?”

“She raised us. Even if she was terrible at it. She did take us out of that shitty orphanage.”

Minho closed his eyes, pain shooting through his temple, “I don’t owe her anything, Jisung.”

“I’ll tell her that you’re busy.” 

“Thanks.”

Minho and Jisung weren’t related by blood. They met at an orphanage. Minho had been raised there, and Jisung showed up after his parents died. Minho was told that his birth mother had just left him there. He didn’t really care. Minho didn’t care much for anything besides Jisung. Minho was… definitely hard to get along with. He really didn’t have a social circle at all. Jisung was the only one that tolerated him. 

“You better eat those waffles.” Jisung interjected, stuffing his face with his own waffles that were coated with a thick coating of maple syrup. 

Despite Minho being older, Jisung always looked out for him. From bullies in the orphanage to relationship mishaps in adulthood. Jisung was way more mature in a lot of ways. He had his life together too. Jisung was this perfect all rounder. 

“Minho, I’m serious.”

Minho sighed, picking at the waffles. 

This was routine by now. Minho would meet up with someone from the app he used, they'd go out and party or drink—and then end up in Minho’s bed. And every time had been, well, a disappointment to say the least. By morning Jisung was always there to pick up the pieces, whether it be Minho’s tears or a ridiculous hangover. 

Minho really wished he could just… have a good night for once. He badly craved one night where the sex and company were worth it. 

But for a long time, the sex was terrible and so was the company. 

Maybe it was the app. 

“Delete the app.” Jisung warned as Minho climbed into his bed after being dragged around town all day by his little brother, “and get some sleep. Seriously.”

“Okay, mother.” Minho groaned as he pulled his covers over himself and slipped his phone from his pocket. 

“I'll see you this weekend, right? You said you would come—.”

“I’ll come…”

“You won’t be uncomfortable, right? I don’t want you to feel like a third wheel—.”

“I’m meeting your mystery man, Jisung. How much more uncomfortable could it be?” He scoffed, turning to see the man at his doorway who looked very unimpressed. 

“I’ll see you on Saturday.” Jisung sighed before slipping out, Minho waiting for Jisung to close his front door before Minho opened the silly dating app that had continuously failed him. 

“Wow…” Minho scoffed as he tried to tap on his recent messages, “you actually blocked me?” In the guy's defense, Minho had made a distasteful joke about how the poor man couldn’t thrust properly. Minho supposed if someone said his ride game was weak that he’d block them too. 

Minho rolled his eyes as he closed the app, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before opening the App Store on his phone. Because what else was he going to do? 

Oh? 

Minho sat up in his bed, tapping the new app instantly. 

The forever app. 

The app had only been out for a few months, and the ratings were… wow. Minho wasn’t sure he’d ever seen an app with entirely positive reviews. 

This app helped me find my forever person. 

Minho cringed at that. 

“It’s only been a few months…” Minho scoffed as he read through the reviews. 

Everyone said almost the same thing. 

I found the one. 

Minho frowned as he continued reading. Everyone sounded so… were these fake reviews or something? They couldn’t be. There were so many… hundreds in just a few months. 

Damn. 

Best. Sex. Ever. 

And far too many flame emojis. 

But that review was enough to get Minho to download the app. And god, was this app really personal. 

Minho was surprised at the questions he was being asked as he made his profile. But the more he answered, the more a little bar at the top would fluctuate with matches. It was weird. 

But the app promised one thing when Minho reached the end: finding his one true love. 

As cheesy as that seemed, some of the questions had gotten really deep. 

When was the last time you had sex? Are you using this app for sex or for love? Have you had any past relationships that have scarred you? 

Minho inhaled, looking over his answers. He’d opted to be honest. Besides, apparently this app only matched people once. There were no options. There were no… it was one match. At the end. Just one. 

“Here goes nothing…”

Minho submitted his answers, chewing at his lip with regret. 

What if his match read his answers? Was that how this worked? They would know everything. They’d know that Minho’s old relationship had really fucked him up. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. 

“Fuck…” Minho closed the app, holding the app down in hopes to delete it quickly before the app lit up with a sole notification. 

Minho let out a shaky breath before tapping the app back opened. 

We found a match! 

Oh… there was no way whoever Minho had been matched with would have been able to read through Minho’s answers that fast. But also, who else could have? 

Maybe it was just an extra comfort. The app had also asked for kinks and all sorts of random things. So… maybe it was just for the more light hearted users. Maybe he should have skipped answering those things. 

“Please be hot…” Minho sighed, crossing his legs in his bed and finally opening the fancy little envelope that popped up on the screen. 

This was a fucking joke. 

Minho laughed. 

No this was actually a fucking joke. 

“You motherfuckers must delete the bad reviews or something… this is a fucking joke.”

Minho knew this man. This smiley blonde man on his screen with his stupid Hawaiian shirt and his stupid pose. 

Fucking Bang Chan. 

Minho laughed again as a message popped up on his screen, “would I like to message Bang Chan… are you kidding me?”

Bang Chan was… someone Minho knew from the orphanage. Minho remembered Chan well. Because Chan was his enemy. No—they were sworn enemies. They’d said that to each other. They’d made it very public. They made sure that everyone at the time knew how much they hated each other. 

What was Minho’s childhood rival doing on a dating app? And why the fuck did they get matched together? 

“This is a sick joke. They paired a bunch of parentless assholes together, huh?” Minho scoffed, remembering the questions about family. 

Fucking hell. This was so fucked. 

“Oh fuck…” Minho sighed as he saw a new notification pop up. 

Apparently Chan had received the same message that Minho had. Because as soon as Minho clicked his inbox, there he was. 

BC: Hello, is this app broken? 

Minho couldn’t help but snort at that, sliding back into his bed. This was unbelievable. 

BC: I refuse to believe that they actually paired me with you. 

This was comical. 

MH: o you better believe it  they must think two sexy orphans would be a perfect testimonial or something for their busted app 

BC: This app really is broken… 

Minho dragged his covers over himself as he kept on with the conversation about how broken the app was. He didn’t seem to register who he was talking to until Chan brought it up. 

BC: Uh… so what if the app isn’t broken? What if they paired us because we are actually secretly compatible 

Minho shook his head, “you’re kidding…”

MH: didn't I break your arm once? 

BC: I literally broke your nose once. 

Minho sighed at the memory, reaching to brush his fingers along his nose. 

BC: Can I be honest with you? 

MH: go ahead 

BC: I’ve been waiting to be paired for over two months. 

Oh? 

Minho inhaled as he watched the three dots as chan typed. 

BC: So… what if the app isn’t actually broken and somehow after all of these years we are actually compatible or something? 

Did chan get even more ridiculous when he got out of that orphanage? 

MH: you’re not actually entertaining this, are you?

BC: It’s been twelve years since we last saw each other. A lot can change in ten years. I’m not the same stupid kid I was when we were in that place. We were like fourteen… and stupid. Maybe we should give this app a shot… the only reason I signed up is because my sister used it and she’s in love with the man she met. 

MH: I think the app is fucked up for us then. maybe it glitched out. 

BC: You don’t even want to find out? Seriously Minho, it's been so long. Maybe I can buy you a drink to make up for all the shit I did to you when we were younger. 

Minho inhaled. He did know Chan. But he also didn’t know Chan anymore. He didn’t… Minho didn’t meet up with people from apps this casually. 

BC: I’ve just waited a long time for someone to get matched with me. I’ve avoided dates and everything waiting for this silly app… honestly if I could have swiped left on you, I probably would have. 

Ouch. That was fucking rude. But Minho would have done the same thing. 

Shit. 

MH: fine. we can try it. where would you take me? 

BC: Really?! We can go wherever you want! I don’t mind. I can drop my address and number if you want? 

Minho found himself being very trusting of this app. 

MH: ok sure. 

The conversation continued in the app despite Minho taking Chan’s number. Minho felt some comfort in the app over his phone. Maybe it was the pretty pink layout or something. It was welcoming. Cute. 

And then they arranged to meet up on Friday. Minho dropped the location in the app, which the app seemed to pick up on. It was… comforting in a way. And the app stated that it would save all locations dropped. 

Minho didn’t think he had to worry about Bang Chan. Yeah, they had been rivals as kids, but Chan wasn’t a terrible person. Neither was Minho. 

What the hell was Minho doing? 

Minho swallowed hard as he stood outside the busy bar, brushing his dark hair behind his ear as he stared at the app. It was telling Minho when Chan would arrive. Which was a little cool—but also a little invasive. 

He didn’t have to wait long either, Minho heard a ping, his eyes looking at the arrival flag on the app before his eyes gravitated up to see the blonde man from the photos. 

At least it was actually Chan. 

And god, was it weird. 

“Hi.” Chan spoke first. 

He looked so… Chan looked so grown up. He was really hot… maybe that was just Minho’s sex drive talking, but damn Chan had really changed. His jawline was sharp and he’d grown into his face. His nose was a little big and Minho found that to be very attractive. He just… Chan really fit into his face. 

“Hey,” Minho finally replied, “long time no see, nose puncher.”

Chan actually laughed at that, biting into his lower lip as Minho examined his outfit. A black silk shirt that showed just the right amount of Chan’s chest, paired with black slacks and black dress shoes. He’d definitely dressed up for the date. 

And Minho didn’t even want to comment on Chan’s eyeliner. If he even looked at Chan’s eyes he’d probably drop his pants. 

“You look really good.” Chan started, Minho catching how his voice had altered too. 

“”You’re shorter than me now.” Minho added, Chan offering up another laugh, “you look good too.”

“Uh, should we go inside and talk?” Chan seemed nervous, which Minho didn’t recall being a part of Chan’s old personality. But then again, it had been twelve years. 

Talking to Chan was oddly easy. And Minho found himself getting lost in conversation with him. Which was weird, because they should have hated each other. Minho literally pushed Chan off of the bricks outside the orphanage and broke his arm when they were kids. Chan had punched Minho so hard that he broke his nose. Among other things and all of the fights they'd gotten into, they should have hated each other—right? 

“So… when did you finally leave the orphanage?” Minho shot first. 

Minho had been lucky. Jisung and he had been taken in by their foster mother, who eventually adopted them. Albeit she cared more about the money than them, but it was better than the orphanage. 

Chan inhaled at that, sliding his second drink of the night away as his eyes met the counter, “ah… I left when they kicked me out.”

Minho frowned at that, “what do you mean?”

“I never got… nobody ever fostered or adopted me out. If it wasn’t because of my age, it was because of my attitude.” Chan replied. 

Chan was so different from back then. 

“They kicked you out…”

“Yeah, but I was forced to get off my ass and do something about it.” Chan took the drink back to his lips, “some restaurant helped me get a job and let me rent a room. I got lucky.”

“I’m sorry to hear that… I’m glad someone helped you out though.”

“The owners kinda became my parents. Really old and strict, but really caring too. They helped fix my attitude and because of them, I grew.” Chan laughed before looking back at Minho, “I’m really not the same person I was.”

Minho watched Chan for a moment before dragging his eyes away and downing his drink, taking a deep breath before he looked at the blonde man again, “what made you install that app?”

Chan’s face fell a bit, “the app?”

Minho nodded, “the app… it asked a lot of weird personal questions. It asked why I downloaded the app. And my reason was… I don’t know. I’m trying to figure out how we got matched.”

“Ah… I think I just fell for the soulmate stuff.” Chan took another sip, “it sounded promising.”

“Do you think it bugged out, or do you think we’re supposed to be here?”

“I think… We both seem to want something the app promised. I don’t know what your reason for anything is, but I just really wanted to find something that wasn’t… so fleeting. 

“It’s a new app… in a few months negative reviews could pop up.”

“Everyone seemed really happy, huh?” Chan laughed. 

Minho inhaled, “I’ll be honest, I joined for better sex.”

Chan nearly choked at that. 

“I know it’s been like twelve years but I’m buzzed enough to spill my shit,” Minho started as he turned to face Chan, “I haven’t had good sex since my last ex. And that was like two years ago. He was really good at sex but also really good at beating the shit out of me.”

Chan’s face fell, eyes filling with worry. 

“I like apps because they give me quick hook ups. But they always end the same and I’m always having a shitty time and waking up alone. I’m an ass, I didn’t really grow out of that. I’m too honest and I seem to be really shit at getting second dates.”

“Minho…”

“So like, I know you’re my old school enemy, but would you like to come back to my place and fuck?” Minho knew he was being bold. But that’s what he’d signed up for. Sex. 

“Please tell me you signed up for sex too…” Minho asked as he got a better look at Chan's expression. 

“Are you okay, Minho?”

Ah, Minho had overshared. 

“Ah, I’m good at scaring all my partners away with the ‘ my ex abused me’ speech, my bad.”

“Is that why you do this? Because of him?”

“Do you wanna fuck me or not?”

Chan parted his lips to speak before pushing his drink away, “are you drunk?”

“No. Two drinks is nothing for me.”

“Do you tell everyone that?”

“Yeah. I actually put it on my Instagram bio too. ‘Please fuck me, I’ve been abused in the past’.”

Chan didn’t seem to think Minho was funny at all. 

“Sometimes I get a chuckle out of that one.” Minho sighed, “it’s really… it’s in the past. I’d rather treat it like a joke than dwell on it.”

“We can go to your place, Minho.” Chan finally replied, watching Minho worriedly. 

“To fuck?”

Chan bit into his lower lip before sliding out of the chair, holding out his hand for Minho. 

“Chan, are we fucking or are you about to ditch my ass? I’m very used to this. Just tell me.”

“I’m not ditching you. Let's go to your place.”

Minho inhaled, “I’m sorry if I ruined this. I do that a lot too.” 

“You didn’t.” 

Chan’s car was cozy. His air freshener smelled like green apples, and he drove a little slower than Minho expected. 

But it was a nice ride. Minho couldn’t get much out of Chan, but Chan wasn’t ignoring him at least. Minho was sure he’d ruined this though. Because while Chan seemed to have grown up a lot, Minho hadn’t. 

“Wah-luh! My perfect apartment.” Minho announced as he pushed the door open and kicked his shoes to the side, sighing at the pile of dishes he’d left in the sink, “it’s not the best place, but it’s decent—.”

Minho couldn’t get much else out before he was spun around and pressed against his door, Chan’s hands on either side of Minho’s face as their mouths smashed together. 

Oh?! Minho didn’t actually think he was getting sex out of this. Especially not with how Chan had reacted to Minho telling him about his ex. 

But there he was, being pinned against the door and kissing his childhood rival. 

Chan was a really good kisser too, his tongue moved around Minho’s mouth in ways that had Minho melting. 

Minho was melting. Chan pulled away from Minho’s mouth after a few moments, breath heavy as he looked Minho in the eye. 

“Should I continue?”

Minho shuddered before nodding, Chan dropping to his knees to Minho’s surprise. He definitely didn’t expect Chan to be unzipping his pants and dragging them down his thighs, his mouth moving to Minho’s inner thigh as Minho lifted his feet one after the other so that Chan could drag his pants all the way down. 

“Unexpected…” Minho whispered subconsciously, his fingers finding their way into Chan’s curly blonde hair. 

“Good.” Chan whispered back before latching onto Minho’s inner thigh, Minho throwing his head back and releasing a shaky moan before he felt Chan’s palm run up and down his underwear, his cock twitching at the sensation. 

God. 

Minho shuddered as Chan ran his hand along Minho’s underwear, the pressure causing him to buck his hips. 

“Jesus…”

Chan glanced up at Minho before he left his place at Minho’s thigh, licking his puffy lips before grazing his teeth along the line of Minho’s cock. 

“Fuck… Chan!”

“Hm?” Chan hummed in response before sliding his fingers under the hem of Minho’s underwear, Minho biting into his lower lip as Chan pulled the cloth down slowly to expose Minho’s leaky cock. 

“You… fuck… please?”

“Now use those words in a sentence.” 

Oh fuck, that was so hot.

Chan smirked before licking a stripe along the underside of Minho’s cock, causing Minho to release a louder moan, his head knocking into the door. 

“Aaaa, Chan… Chan.”

Chan buried his face between Minho’s legs, teeth grazing his sack before Minho felt Chan’s mouth around him. 

“Chan!” Minho was sure to piss off his neighbors this time. Especially with what Chan was doing to him. 

Minho’s legs got wobbly as Chan licked and sucked at his sack before his teeth ran along his shaft, Minho ready to pass out at the sensations. 

“Can I?” Chan asked as Minho directed his eyes down to watch Chan properly. 

Minho nodded, throwing his head back hard and cupping a hand over his mouth as Chan started to lick at the head of his cock teasingly, Minho wanting nothing more than to melt right there. 

“You deserve… good sex.” Chan whispered , his fingers wrapping around Minho’s cock before he slipped his free hand to his own mouth, sliding them into his mouth. 

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Minho watched Chan suck on his own fingers as he pumped Minho’s cock lazily, curls falling against Chan’s face perfectly. 

And when Chan pulled his fingers out, he gave Minho a softened look, “where should I put them?”

Fuck. 

“Inside of me…” Minho shuddered, trying to keep himself as composed as possible. And within seconds he could feel Chan’s index prodding at his muscle. 

“Okay.” 

Minho couldn’t get another word out before Chan took Minho’s cock into his mouth, his index pressing inside of him at the same time. 

And Minho clasped his hand over his mouth tight as he moaned out again, his body turning into jelly and stomach tightening. And then Chan moved his head, Minho’s eyes rolling back as the sensation of Chan’s tongue rolling around the head of his cock before Chan was steadily bobbing his head, Minho feeling the back of his throat every few movements. 

This was surreal. And part of Minho wondered why Chan was actually doing this. 

He couldn’t complain. Everything that Chan was doing was making his body drip with sweat. 

And Chan managed three fingers before Minho finally melted, crumbling and sliding down the door, Chan glued to his cock and fingers wiggling inside of him so well that he couldn’t bear to stand anymore. 

Chan laughed at him before helping Minho to the floor, dragging Minho’s hips upright as he pulled off Minho's cock with a pop. 

Minho watched Chan for a moment, Chan giving Minho a slight smirk before raising his hips more and burying his face between his legs again. 

And then Minho was crying out loud, both hands sliding over his mouth as he felt Chan’s tongue drag against his muscle before diving into Minho’s hole. 

Minho was shaking, his body jolting at the sensation of Chan’s tongue inside of him. And Chan held him firmly, burying his face and humming pleasantly as the sounds of slurping and sucking had Minho feeling like he was in a dream. 

 Chan was seriously rimming him right now—this had to be a dream. In what world was Minho’s arch nemesis from his childhood actually giving him head right now? 

“Chan… Chan oh my god—.”

Minho was so worked up with pleasure, and after a few moments, his teeth were biting into his own palms as his cock twitched and stomach coiled. 

“Chan, I’m going to cum… I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Chan just laughed at him, his laugh so sexy that Minho was shutting his eyes tight and moaning into his hands. 

And Minho knew he was seconds away from coming, but he was still shocked to feel the spray across his face. And this angle was the messiest angle Minho could have imagined. 

He kept his eyes shut, the feeling of his own cum running down his eyelashes as he tightened his thighs around Chan. 

And then he heard a final slurp and his hips fell to the floor, body so shaky and warm as Chan’s fingers ran up his sides. 

“My bad, Minho…” Chan laughed, Minho keeping his eyes shut as he felt something run across them. 

And after a moment, Minho finally opened his eyes, Chan looking at him before pulling his shirt over his head. 

“Oh my god, you did not wipe my cum off with your shirt—.”

“I did.” Chan laughed back before helping Minho upright and pulling him into his lap. 

“Why would you use that fancy ass shirt—.”

“You mean my twenty dollar off brand shirt from a sketchy website online?” Chan laughed, watching Minho closely, “do you have mouthwash?”

“You… Do you seriously think I care if you kiss me after eating my ass?”

Chan’s face went pink, “Minho… I swear to god.”

“Are you going to fuck me too?”

Chan tilted his head, “is that what you want?”

“Why did you… after what I told you and how you reacted… why are you?”

“I think after what you told me, I just wanted to give you the best night possible.”

Minho’s face felt hot this time. Was his face pink too? 

“So yeah… I wanna fuck you. If you want to fuck me.”

Minho inhaled, watching Chan for a moment before sliding off of him and pulling his shirt over his cock, “I have a toothbrush you can use.”

“Okay.” 

Chan’s smile was doing something to Minho’s chest. And he wasn’t sure what. 

“You have a nice back.” Minho spoke, biting into his cheek as he watched Chan scrub his teeth, “it’s so… you’re really hot, Chan.”

Chan laughed, spitting into the sink and turning to face Minho, “you’re really hot too. What happened?”

Minho snorted, eyes lingering down Chan’s chest, “we’re really about to fuck, aren’t we?”

“If that’s what you still want.” Chan whispered, laying the toothbrush onto the side of the sink before stepping close to Minho, his fingers running up Minho’s shirt, Minho hissing at the cool touch to his stomach. 

“Yeah… I mean that was the whole point of the app—.”

“Mh, sex.”

Minho watched Chan for a moment, the man’s eyes settled on Minho’s stomach as he dragged Minho’s shirt up slowly. Chan seemed to admire Minho’s body in a way Minho had never really seen. 

“Yeah… sex.”

Eventually Chan pulled Minho’s shirt over his head, Minho standing completely naked while Chan still had his pants on. 

Minho pouted as Chan’s eyes traced his figure. 

“Chan, I really wanna see you. Why are you still dressed?”

Chan offered Minho a quick glance before he unzipped his pants, pushing them down until they hit the floor, Minho watching the man step out of them and kick them aside. 

“I wanna see everything…” Minho whispered as his fingers trailed Chan’s toned stomach before making their way along the hem of Chan’s underwear. “Why are you hiding from me?” Minho laughed as he examined the line of Chan’s cock. He wasn’t that big, but size didn’t matter much if Chan knew how to use it. 

“You’re impatient.”

“You did all that prep… don’t let it go to waste.” Minho replied before Chan finally pulled the hem of his underwear down slowly, Minho’s breath bitching at the sight of Chan’s leaky cock. 

“You poor thing… you’re probably ready to go—.” Again, Minho was cut off. This time due to Chan picking him up and carrying him towards Minho’s bed before throwing him down against it, Minho laughing as Chan crawled over him and tossing his underwear across the floor. 

“I’m very ready to go, Minho.”

“The last time you said that to me I ended up with a busted lip.”

Chan laughed, taking in Minho’s physique again before he leaned down to take Minho’s lips, Minho humming pleasantly as he slipped his arms around Chan’s neck. 

Minho felt content. And so far… the sex hadn’t been bad at all. He was enjoying himself. Even if Chan was his enemy from childhood—he was just so good. 

Chan parted Minho’s legs, tongue sliding around Minho’s as they kissed, the minty taste sending shivers down Minho’s spine. 

And then Chan pulled back, “you have lube? I can run and get my condoms—.”

“Shush, of course I have lube and condoms, I’m a whore.”

“You’re not a whore.” Chan interjected before leaning over towards the desk by Minho’s bed, opening the drawer Minho indicated before closing it and popping open the cap to Minho’s lube. “Strawberry passion, huh?”

“Im a who—.”

“Don’t call yourself that.” Chan snapped back, “having lots of sex doesn’t mean anything.” 

Minho lay back, watching as Chan coated his fingers before he leaned back over to kiss him again, his fingers making their way into Minho’s hole slowly. 

“Fuck…” Minho gasped out as Chan wiggled his fingers before pumping them, “that feels so fucking good, Chan.” 

“Good.” Chan whispered before moving his mouth down to Minho’s neck, sucking against his skin hard. 

“Jesus… you love sucking on me, huh? Do I taste that good?” Minho teased, sliding his knees up around Chan. 

Chan hummed a response before pressing his fingers deep, Minho gasping as he brushed along the bundle of nerves inside of him. 

He was seriously going to fuck his old enemy. 

What were they now? Chan was clearly different. And maybe Minho had grown a little , it was so… strange. 

Minho gasped out as Chan pulled his fingers out of him, his cock hardening up again with time before he watched Chan roll the condom and lather himself in lube. 

“I wanna give you head after… don’t cum in that condom.”

Chan laughed, “I don’t think I’ll last long enough…”

Minho pouted, “I want it to trickle down my throat and make me cough.”

“Minho…” Chan’s face was so pink, “I’ll try to pull out.”

Minho snickered, watching as chan prodded the head of his cock against Minho’s rim, “you better.”

Chan bit into his lower lip, finally pressing himself inside. And with the slightest press Minho felt like he was in heaven. He couldn’t explain how good Chan felt inside of him, but it was fucking superb. And Minho couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck… Chan.”

“How is it?” Chan asked as he bottomed himself out, taking a shaky breath as blonde curls slipped down into his face. 

“It’s really nice… can you please fuck me?”

Chan looked at Minho with blissed out eyes, “well since you asked so nicely…”

Minho gasped out at the sudden thrust, a soft laugh bubbling from his throat as he tightened his muscles around Chan’s cock, “holy shit…”

“I told you that I was going to give you good sex…” Chan whispered before his lips met Minho’s, Minho humming and stomach tightening as chan started to thrust into him slowly. 

Chan felt phenomenal. There was something about the way his cock moved that had Minho seeing stars. 

It just felt… so unbelievably good. Minho’s toes curled at the sensation, mouth slack as Chan started to pick up the pace. 

“Don’t cum… dont cum.” Minho whimpered out as Chan’s fingers ran up his chest and started to press against his nipples. 

He was already overwhelmed with Chan. And already the sex topped everything else that he’d had this year. For some reason, he was thoroughly enjoying this. 

“Minho… you’ve gotten so pretty.” Chan whispered as he squeezed one of Minho’s nipples, Minho throwing his head back with a soft moan. 

“You… You are so hot. You’re so hot.” Minho started before he released a chorus of choked moans as Chan started to pound into him, one hand holding Minho’s hip while the other continued to touch the sensitive buds at his chest. 

The bed creaked, headboard smacking the wall as Chan fucked him. And Minho seriously… seriously needed to give this app a five star review. 

Even if Chan was an unlikely match, shit he was a good one. 

Minho felt his body starting to tense as he lazily pumped his own cock, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as Chan moved inside of him. It felt so fucking good. 

“Oh my god... oh my god, Chan.” Minho managed as Chan slowed his movements, “no don’t slow—.” Minho released a soft cry at the sudden change in position, finding himself in Chan’s lap before Chan started moving up inside of him, his hands sliding to Minho’s back. 

Holy shit. 

Minho did his best to bounce against the man who was rolling his hips inside of him expertly. He was definitely getting overwhelmed already, and as his hand struggled to move along his own cock, he was sure he’d falter in seconds. 

Chan fucked him hard, the sound of slamming filling Minho’s ears as he buried his face into Chan’s shoulder, his saliva running down the man’s skin until Minho decided to conceal his cries by biting into Chan’s flesh. 

God. 

Chan only fucked him harder, Minho’s stomach tightening before he finally cried out against Chan’s shoulder as he came, the liquid coating his stomach. 

Jesus Christ. 

Chan offered up a few more quick thrusts before pulling himself out of Minho with a hiss, Minho stumbling backwards against the bed as chan rolled the condom off. 

Minho waited for Chan to knot the condom off before sliding himself back against the headboard, ushering Chan to move forward so he could finish him off. 

“You’re so hot…” Chan complimented as he crawled up to Minho, taking a deep breath and positioning himself before Minho opened his mouth wide, glossy eyes watching Chan. 

Chan hissed, sliding his thumb across Minho’s bottom lip before slipping to his jaw. 

And then Chan slammed himself into Minho’s mouth, Minho humming out in bliss as he watched Chan before the man finally started to thrust his hips forward. 

God. 

Minho moaned and hummed with every thrust, his hands sliding up to grab the plush of Chan’s ass to beckon him as closely as possible. 

God. 

Minho’s head was spinning, eyes glued to Chan as he fucked Minho’s mouth, his hand sliding to the back of Minho’s head. 

Chan tasted amazing. Everything about this guy was amazing. And Chan had definitely proven himself to be a good match. Minho hadn’t enjoyed sex in so long. 

“Minho… Minho I’m going…”

Minho smirked as chan slowed his movements, offering soft hums that had Chan trembling against him.

“Fuck…” Chan threw his head back, moving one hand to the headboard before burying himself deep inside of Minho’s mouth, Minho’s nails digging into Chan’s soft flesh as warm liquid filled his throat. 

Minho gagged as Chan held himself deep, his throat clogging with cum before Chan finally withdrew with a soft whimper. 

Minho coughed at the cum trickling down his throat, Chan lowering to his level to press kisses along Minho’s temple as Minho composed himself, Chan’s seed rolling down his chin. 

God. 

“Minho…” 

Minho looked at Chan for a moment before he moaned in content as Chan leaned down and filled Minho’s mouth with his tongue. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Minho moved his hands to Chan’s hips, body tensing as Chan’s tongue lapped up the cum that was still in Minho’s mouth before slurping at the residue left on Minho’s chin. 

“Holy shit…” Minho gasped out as Chan finally pulled back, Chan licking his lips and watching Minho with half-lidded eyes. 

“Minho…”

“You’re so fucking sexy, Chan.” Minho whispered before he watched Chan slide himself off of the bed. 

“You wanna shower with me?”

Minho smirked, moving to slide off of the bed and take Chan’s hand before they made their way into the bathroom. 

Minho didn’t expect anything when he woke up. When Chan had changed Minho’s sheets and crawled into bed with him, he was already a little surprised. But perhaps Chan just didn’t want to drive home this late. 

Why was Minho woken up with a plate of breakfast food and a warm kiss on the forehead?

“You didn’t have to make me food…”

“It’s not a big deal.” It was. “I figured you were probably starving. You slept past breakfast anyways. It’s noon.”

Minho was very used to waking up alone. 

“Thanks…” Minho took bites of the food as Chan sat beside him eating his own, Minho taking glances at Chan every few moments. 

It was odd. 

“So… what made you stay? I had a good night.” Minho asked. 

“Hm? I stayed because I wanted to.”

Minho inhaled, “after what I told you, you said you wanted to give me good sex. But you’re still here.”

“I know that you joined that app for a hookup… and it’s fine if after this you don’t want to see me again, but I couldn’t help but stay a little longer. I want to.”

Minho looked down at his half eaten plate of food before looking at Chan properly, “I’m not used to this. I don’t really know what to do the morning after. I either get yelled at or whoever I was with leaves right after they cum—.”

“Well I’m not those people. Besides, maybe I wanted to reminisce about the old days.”

Minho scoffed, “you mean open old wounds? We fought so badly when we were kids…”

“Kids. We’re not really kids anymore.”

“Yeah…” Minho looked at Chan closely, “do you think the app paired us for some reason? Other than us both being orphans—would they pair us? I wanted a hook-up and you wanted…” Minho trailed off as Chan titled his head. 

“Forever. I kind of wanted forever. I think that’s why I had to wait so long… I’m not sure why it paired us. There’s more orphans out there, Minho.” Chan laughed before sliding his plate away and looking at Minho with soft eyes, “I don’t know. But I’m glad it did.”

“Do you think I’m a forever…” Minho scoffed again, shaking his head, “I’m more like a free-trial that you never buy after.”

“You think so poorly of yourself, Minho.” Chan frowned, “is it because of that guy you mentioned?”

Minho winced before exhaling through his nose, “he was… shitty.”

“Clearly… but you aren’t shitty because of that.”

“Yeah, well—.” Minho paused as his phone buzzed, Chan reaching over and handing Minho his phone. 

Shit. 

“Oh my fucking god, it’s Saturday.” Minho slid the plate onto his desk before pulling himself from the bed, instantly hunching over as pain shot up his back, “fuck…”

“Saturday? Do you have work or something?” Chan asked as he slipped from the other side of the bed. 

“I’m so fucking stupid… I totally forgot that my brother wanted to meet me for lunch. He just texted me the location and shit I’m going to be late.”

“Hey, I’ll drop you off. It’s no big deal—.”

Minho blinked before turning to Chan, “would you come with me?”

“You…”

“Jisung. You know Jisung, right? Scrawny nerd from the orphanage, I think he called you a—.”

“He called me a meanie scumbag and then spit on my shoes for fighting with you. I remember him.” Chan laughed nervously, “you really want me to go with you?”

“Well… honestly, it's going to be really awkward for me. I’m meeting his new boyfriend that he’s been hiding away. I'm kind of third wheeling but,” Minho studied Chan’s expression, “I would feel a lot less awkward if you came with me.”

“And what’s your brother going to do when he sees who you invited?”

Minho bit into his bottom lip, “that was twelve years ago, remember?”

“Is he okay with you bringing someone?”

“It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t surprise him.” Minho sighed as he managed his way to his drawer to grab clean clothes, “I have plenty of shit that would fit you by the way.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah, get dressed with me.”

Chan smiled, sliding a hand to Minho’s hip as he stumbled before he looked through Minho’s drawer, pulling out a sweater and a pair of pants that would probably look way too nice on him. 

Eventually they found clothes and Chan pulled the shirt Minho had let him sleep in over his head before sliding the sweater over in its place. 

“By the way,” Minho turned to Chan as Chan pulled his pants up to his waist, “that guy… fuck him. Fuck him for hitting you and fuck him for making you feel like you’re not worth more.” 

Minho swallowed hard, “Chan…”

“No… seriously. He doesn’t matter. Nobody that would treat someone that badly matters.”

Minho inhaled as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, “I was with him for a long time.”

Minho took another moment before sliding onto the bed beside Chan, hands clasped together, “he was kind of the first person who treated me like… I mattered. I was always the black sheep and unlike Jisung I was kinda a failure at everything.”

Chan frowned. 

“He made me feel like I was… really fucking cool. And after our second anniversary he just… changed. He started drinking a lot and just…” Minho inhaled at the memory, “I usually laugh it off and try to turn it into a joke. I guess that’s me trying to cope or something.” Minho looked down, Chan’s fingers sliding around Minho’s, “it got so bad that I ended up in the hospital. And Jisung managed to get him away from me long enough to talk sense into me.”

“I’m so sorry, Minho.”

“It’s… it was a long time ago. Because of it I like to do online hook ups so I can at least get as much info about someone before meeting them… I don’t think anyone could be as bad as he was, but I think about it a lot.”

Minho heard his phone ping, “ah… Jisung dropped the location again.”

“Minho, if it’s worth anything,” Chan started, grabbing Minho’s attention, “you’re really strong.”

Strong. 

Minho swallowed hard before sliding himself up and rubbing his back, “I should probably take some medicine.”

“I’ll help you,” Chan offered, Minho accepting as Chan helped Minho down the hall and into the kitchen to grab the bottle of pills by his stove. 

Minho didn’t have a lot of doubts about Chan. Chan was so… unexpectedly sweet. 

He didn’t have anything to worry about. 

——

“How’s your back?” Chan asked as they walked side by side towards the cafe that Jisung had dropped for Minho. 

Minho spared Chan a quick glance before shaking his head, “it hurts like fuck—but I’m fine.” 

“Sorry… you said you wanted good sex.” Chan laughed, Minho catching the other man watching him fondly. 

“How did you become so soft?” Minho asked, hands sliding into his jacket pockets, “you’re just so… different.”

“Twelve years.” 

Minho inhaled, “so why was it so hard to find someone? You’re hot and sweet, why were you on a dating app?”

“Bad relationships. Not bad in your sense, but just… nothing ever worked out. The app promised forever and I’m just… a hopeless romantic I guess.”

“Ah… forever.”

“It’s okay if after this you don’t want to continue… I mean I would really like to see you again, but it’s okay if you don’t.”

Minho frowned, turning his head. 

He wanted to see Minho again… Minho had never really had that. People usually fucked him and then ran. For some reason Chan wanted to stay—and Minho wasn’t used to it. 

The rest of the walk was quiet, and finally Minho and Chan reached the cafe, Minho opening the door for Chan before scanning aisles and capturing his brother sitting by the back window on the outside of his booth, his partner hidden behind the tall opposite side of the booth. 

With a heavy breath Minho walked forward, biting into his lower lip until his brother caught him, a smile spreading across his face. 

“Hey! You actually made it on time.” Jisung teased, sliding up from the booth to pull Minho into his arms. 

“Hey… no fuck ups this time.” Minho scoffed before pulling back, Chan standing awkwardly behind him. 

“Oh? You brought a friend?” Jisung arched his brow questionably as he scanned Chan. 

“Ah… yeah, this is Chan.” Minho spoke softly, Chan offering Jisung a small smile. 

And it took Jisung a moment to register before his mouth dropped, “wait… Bang Chan?!”

Chan nodded, “yeah… that one.”

“Wait, you two hated each other? Wait, I kinda still hate you too. You made Minho so miserable and—.”

“That was like forever ago, Jisung.” Minho waved off, “he’s really cool, I promise. We’re cool.” Minho turned towards Chan briefly before looking back at Jisung. “So… who is the mystery man?” 

“Oh! You’ll love him!” Jisung beamed before dragging Minho over by his arm, Minho finally able to see the man hidden by the booth. 

He was really hot. 

“This is—.” Jisung started before another voice interjected. 

“Felix?” Minho turned towards Chan, studying the man’s expression for a moment. 

The man in the booth took a moment before offering a wide smile, “Chan, hey!”

Minho and Jisung stepped back as Felix wiggled himself out of the booth, offering Minho a small smile before giving Chan a large hug. 

“You two know each other?” Jisung asked as Felix stepped back from Chan.

“Yeah!” Felix was really pretty. His face was spotted in freckles and his smile was bright, “we went to university together. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him—you know him?”

“Uh… I used to.” Jisung replied before arching his brow, “Small world.”

Minho watched awkwardly before Felix turned to offer him a big smile, “sorry about that, I'm Felix!” He held his hand out for Minho, “it’s nice to meet you.”

Felix was pleasant to talk to. And Chan knowing him made things a lot less awkward than Minho thought. 

“Oh you met on an app?!” 

Minho had been avoiding bringing up to Jisung that he met Chan on another dating app—but Chan and Felix were very talkative. 

“Yeah, the forever app…” Minho whispered, trying to hide himself from Jisung’s judgemental glare. 

“Oh?! I heard that the app has an oddly successful rate considering how new it is.”

Jisung shot Minho a much different look. 

“Yeah I’ve been signed up for a while, I finally got matched with Minho a few days ago.”

“Wow, how long were you on it, Minho?” Felix asked curiously. 

Minho swallowed, sparing Jisung a quick glance before taking a sip of his tea, “I was matched instantly.”

Felix smiled big, “that app is something.”

“Wait, the app seriously matched you and Chan…?” Jisung was just as perplexed as Minho. 

“Yeah—.”

“That’s fate.” Felix interrupted, “it probably sounds silly but my sister used the app when it first started and she’s marrying soon.”

“The app is so new—.” Minho started before Felix looked towards him. 

“There’s something weird about that app… but from what I’ve heard and seen, it really does seem to find the perfect matches every time.”

Minho averted his eyes, his face heating at the conversation. 

And Chan thankfully changed the subject, the conversation going into a more casual discussion about movies and food. Jisung seemed to get heavy into discussing a particular horror movie with the two of them. Minho had never seen it. 

The rest of the lunch went well. Minho was thankful that Chan and Felix already knew each other. They carried the conversation and Minho didn’t even need to put much input into anything. 

Thank god. 

“That was nice.” Chan spoke as they walked away from the cafe. 

Minho bit into his cheek, sparing chan a quick glance before stopping. 

“Minho?” Chan halted, turning to offer Minho a worried look. 

“Do you believe that shit about the app?”

“The app?”

“Do you think it's always right?”

Chan scratched the back of his head before shrugging, “I don’t know. I believed it when I joined.”

“So you think we’re a perfect match? We used to—, you know.”

“Ah…” Chan averted his gaze, “I mean… maybe with an actual date or something—.”

“Oh…”

“Oh?” Chan swallowed, looking back at Minho. 

“I didn’t—you want to actually go on a date with me?”

“I know that you were just doing this for a hookup and everything but… I mean can we continue having really good sex?” Chan whispered. 

Minho scoffed, trying to calm his nerves, “I wouldn’t be mad at that. The sex was phenomenal. And like I said, it’s been a long time since I had… a good night.”

Chan smiled slightly, “would you want to go on a date with me then? I feel like it’s so childish to ask, but I’d really enjoy it.”

“Why would I pass up sex?”

Chan laughed, “are you opposed to doing more than having sex?”

Minho couldn’t contain his smile, “I like food too.”

“I never said we’d get food.”

“Well that’s what we’re going to do on date one. You can pick whatever you want on date two.” Minho snickered, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Date two.” Chan laughed to himself before offering Minho a smile that made Minho’s heart race, “I think that would be great.”

Minho smiled before approaching Chan slowly and brushing his fingers against Chan’s, “yeah… me too Chan.”

Maybe Minho didn’t believe in this forever stuff—but he was willing to try it out. 

He had nothing to lose. He’d enjoy this.