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j.wy: Party at San's tomorrow night. 7pm, y/n's bringing cake.
p.sh: ??? All of a sudden
p.sh: Why not your place?
s.mg: Hwa and I live here too…
j.wy: Because I know that dorm is clean af but if you don't want to host a celebratory night for our hardworking Yunho then I get it. I was just trying to be nice.
j.yh: That's really not necessary, I don't want to burden anyone and make it a thing. We can just relax at mine and Yeosang's place, something lowkey!
j.wy: No offense but ya'll have like four pieces of furniture. It gives off serial killers not fun party vibes.
k.ys: Fully offended, actually.
p.sh: No no, it's okay we can have it here. Just some context would've been great…
y/n: You're lucky I'm off the next two days and I like Yunho. Watch ur back next time you volun-tell me what to do Jung.
j.wy: <3333 See everyone tomorrow!!!
And that's how you ended up at the front door of Seonghwa, San, and Mingi's dorm with a homemade strawberry cream cake that was made earlier that morning. You shuffle the box with the cake inside into one hand and quickly knock on the door before grabbing it with both again.
Seonghwa opens the door with the sweetest smile and greets you, "I'm so happy you're here, let me take that for you." You extend the cake out to him, and he takes it, balancing it on one palm and pulling you into a side hug with the other arm.
"Please help, Wooyoung is here and needs to be tamed." He whispers in your ear before you pulling away.
You let out a short, loud laugh, "I don't know what i can do that you can't. You have hyung status, not me."
"Mm, you'd be surprised," he says as he pulls the door closed, "Cake goes in the refrigerator?"
You make an affirmative sound as you walk into the kitchen behind Seonghwa to see Wooyoung elbow deep in preparing some sort of dish and San standing next to him, helping by picking at various ingredients laid out on the cutting board.
"I heard you're being annoying." you say to announce your presence. Wooyoung looks up from whatever he was stirring in the pot on the stove with pinched brows that immediately relax once he sees that it’s you.
"She's talking about you, man." He throws his elbow into San's side and goes back to cooking, used to your jabs and never taking any of it to heart.
"No she's not, right y/n?" San pouts as you round the counter and wrap both your arms around his waist and squeeze.
"Of course not, Sannie. I would never." He wraps an arm around you and squeezes back. Swiveling his head to stick his tongue out at his friend. You unwound yourself from San and slipped from his grip over to Wooyoung and give him an obnoxious kiss on the cheek.
"You know I’m kidding Wooyo, just a little pay back for assuming I would be able to bake a cake with less than 24 hours notice." You assure him with a small, teasing smile.
"Oh I know, there isn't much I wouldn't endure to taste one of your cakes. Light shit talking is nothing." He smirks down at you.
Your eyes roll back on their own, "I’m flattered. Where's everyone else?"
"Mingi was taking a nap in his room. I think Honjoong and Jongho were at the studio working on something, but they should be wrapped up and close to being on their way here by now. Yunho and Yeosang were stopping to pick up alcohol on the way over." Seonghwa answers from the open refrigerator door. He pulls out a bottle of soju and holds it up to you with raised brows in silent question. You nod and he closes the door, moving to grab a couple of glasses to pour everyone a drink.
"Oh, Hwa let me pour it!" You move quickly to take the bottle from his hands but he pulls it up out of your reach and places a gentle hand on top of your head.
"Ah, ah. You're the guest. I got it. Go sit on the sofa, I'll bring it over." You pout up at him slightly but ultimately do as you’re told. As you’re crossing over to the living room a bedroom door in the small hallway off to the side creaks open and Mingi emerges.
He's dressed comfy, so unlike the flashy style you're used to seeing him in on stage and during certain schedules. The denim, leather, and metals of his on stage persona are replaced with comfy jogger pants and a soft black t-shirt. His dark black hair is fluffed and sticking out in wild directions. This Mingi, the cozy version, makes the butterflies in your tummy go crazy.
His eyes were squeezed shut as he yawns while walking into the living space, a large hand running through his hair making it more tousled than it was, the muscle in his biceps jumping with every rub. When he opens his eyes they land straight on yours.
"Well good morning princess" you smile at him as you fall backwards onto the couch. Mingi blinks a couple times as he looks down at you. You could see the gears turning in his head. "Don't be too excited to see me, jeez." You huff playfully, not hurt in the slightest knowing he's similar to you and needs a moment to reboot after waking up.
His expression immediately changes into one of regret for not making you feel welcome, "No! No, I was just thinking I should change," he takes another look at you and this time you realize he was assessing your outfit "I thought it was going to be more of a laidback gathering"
You looked down at your own outfit. It wasn't anything fancy, a black, oversized, zip-up hoodie with some silver embroidered designs and a very casual black skirt with built in shorts underneath. In all honesty, you struggled in picking an outfit for the night. Being around eight men with incredible fashion sense, who wore designer brands and were always styled to look like gods, it was a little intimidating when getting ready to see them. Even for a relaxed night in, Seonghwa was wearing a thin black long sleeve shirt with a pair of black wide leg slacks and a thin, pretty belt around his hips. San wore black denim jeans, a white collared, short sleeve dress shirt with the first two buttons undone and the dog tag Wooyoung got him for his birthday hanging around his neck. Even Wooyoung, who was dressed more casual in a hoodie and jeans, was decked out in his usual chrome hearts head to toe, his glasses and beanie included.
You tried to meet them in the middle, a skirt for something more dressy in case the guys pulled up looking like the idols they are and a zip up hoodie with a white, lace trimmed cami underneath to dress it down if they came dressed like they were coming to a sleepover. You figured it was safe.
"Oh please, I think what you're wearing is fine. Don't make me feel under dressed." You say to let him know his clothing choice got approval from you, not that he needed it. But he just grunted and turned back around into his room to change.
Seonghwa brought over the glass of soju he poured for you and a coaster for the coffee table and set it in front of you. He sat down with his own glass on the chair placed next to the sofa.
"How's the new job?" He asks carefully. You hum and grab the soju, taking a gulp and curling your legs under yourself and to the side.
"Ah, it's fine. The work-life balance is certainly better, I have more free time." you respond, almost somberly but trying to put on a happy face.
You used to work at the company for the guys assisting the hair and makeup department. It wasn't a super important position within the team, you didn't get to go to every single place that they've traveled to on tour, but enough to be considered lucky.
But after forming casual friendships with the guys, it caused problems and eventually led to you being pushed out. Rumors started, you were ostracized by some of the girls you worked with and had caught glances and whispers being shared between them whenever any of the guys came near you. Even if it was work related. And while you didn't get fired, it felt like the only option available was to resign. You didn't want to cause problems for any of your friends, especially when it came to their job.
Wooyoung still feels guilty for being the first to befriend you and getting the rest to become close to you too. You think that's why he doesn't put up much of a fight when you poke fun at him. Even though he wouldn't trade your friendship for anything in the world, he hates that you had to leave because of something as innocent as having a personality they all got along with.
"Hana got fired." San says from the kitchen. Your eyes grow wide, but you try to keep your shocked pleasure subdued. Hana being the one who caused most of the problems for you.
"San," Seonghwa says his name in warning.
"What? It's not a secret, she's not with the company anymore. She should know." San defends himself, drinking from his soju glass, which looked almost empty.
Which explains the loose lips.
"Oh, that's too bad." You say as nonchalant as you could.
Wooyoung was grinning like crazy as he turned off the burners on the stove, finished with his cooking duty apparently, "You're a shit actor, y/n" he laughs.
"I don't want bad karma. I hope she finds success. love and light and all that." You flick your hand out side to side as if shooing away the bad karma that Wooyoung was trying to cast on you.
Mingi comes out from his room once more, this time dressed in baggy distressed denim jeans and a white t-shirt. "Is y/n back on her spiritual bullshit again?" He asks as he plops down on the couch next to you.
You swear to god, up and down and left to right, that there was no attraction between you and any of the members while you worked at the company. It was a genuine, fun, casual friendship. But after leaving and hanging out with the guys more freely without others around, somewhere along the way you started to feel affection that was a little more than inappropriate for friends, especially for Mingi. And you tried to squash those feelings like bugs but they kept coming back. So you covered it up as best as you could and avoided situations where those pesky butterflies would return. And him sitting this close to you was not helping.
"It's not bullshit, you get what you give. I don't need any more bad luck coming my way." You defend and drink your soju, two gulps in a row instead of your normal sip.
“Just make smart decisions, then you won't have to worry about bad luck." He shrugs "Is there any alcohol left? or are the others bringing more?"
You scoff, opening your mouth to counter his rebuttal about luck but four rapid knocks on the door stole everyone's attention.
"Got it!" Wooyoung jogs over to the door to open it for the four remaining friends. A chorus of greetings erupted, so you got up alongside Mingi to say your hellos. You unfurl your legs from under you and plant your feet on the ground. As you stood up, probably too quickly for how you were sitting, static-y pin pricks of pain shot up your legs and you wobbled sideways. Before you could fall over the arm of the sofa and clear into the glass of the floor to ceiling windows facing the balcony next to the sofa, Mingi grabs both of your upper arms and yanks you away a little too aggressively. your face slamming into the hard plane of his chest with an audible "oof!" escaping your lips.
"Sorry! Sorry! I thought you were going to fall through the window and I panicked." Mingi apologizes, pulling you away from him.
Rubbing your nose you apologize back, "No, that was my fault. My legs fell asleep. I shouldn't have gotten up so fast. Thanks for being quick on your feet, glass would've hurt a lot more than rock hard muscle to the face."
Mingi's lips split into a shit eating grin, "You like my rock hard muscles you say?"
Your face flares with heat and you tuck your lips inwards, pursing them so hard the pain from your nose was momentarily forgotten.
"That is not what I said." You say with less confidence than you had hoped.
Mingi hums, "Might as well have"
"You're annoying," you deflect rather childishly but the neurons in your brain were firing error codes and you couldn't come up with anything clever enough to get out of the hole dug yourself. Sitting next to him was bad enough for your feelings, being pressed up that close to him was a whole other thing you don't think you could have ever been ready for.
"Is that anyway to speak to your savi–”
"Sangie! The blonde looks so good on you, you look like a literal ange!l" You cut Mingi off before he could double down and make a beeline to give Yeosang a hug.
"Oh thank you, it's been a while since I've bleached it so I was worried how it'd turn out." he hugs you back.
"If you can pull off the green and black combo hair, you can pull off anything." You assure him with a head pat. Something only you could get away with.
He gives you a smile, "I should put these in the refrigerator to get them cool." He says holding up the bag of drinks and walking to the kitchen.
You turn to Hongjoong and Jongho, giving them each a quick hug. “It's really good seeing you guys, it's been forever,” you tell them
"I know, it's good seeing you too. It's been non-stop touring, but I'm glad this worked out, as last minute as this was." Hongjoong returns your enthusiasm.
"Honestly if it wasn't for you coming, we might have come a little later. But we didn't want to miss out on seeing you." Jongho says. It makes your heart flutter, seeing as he doesn't openly offer straightforward, sweet sentiments like that often.
"If you had work to do I would have understood! I’m staying the night here anyways. I have tomorrow off from work so I can actually drink and I didn't want to worry about late night transportation."
"Well even better! Who knows when the next time we all get together like this will be. It's really no big deal, you know how I get. I can afford a night off." Hongjoong reassures, smiling wide, flashing those perfectly straight teeth, to make sure you knew he was being honest.
"That's what I like to hear Joongie, no work tonight!" You playfully shake your finger at him and turn to greet Yunho.
"Actor Jeong!" You throw your arms out and Yunho accepts your invitation for a hug, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders while you circle his waist. You look up at him, "Seriously, you're great. I was prepared to lie to your face, but I don't have to. What a relief. According to Wooyoung I’m a shit actor."
Yunho laughs and breaks the hug to scratch the back of his neck, "Thank you, it doesn't get any easier to hear."
"Mm so humble," you tease "Lemme pour you your first drink for the night!"
"I won't say no to that." You turn and begin walking over to the kitchen with Yunho, pausing briefly at seeing the look on Mingi's face.
His eyebrows are drawn in, scrunched in the middle like he’s concerned, but his lips are twisted in a half pout, staring at you and Yunho. You give your own look of confusion back to him with a tilt of your head, which seems to snap him out of it and make him refocus his attention on the conversation happening with Yeosang and Wooyoung.
You pour Yunho's drink and grab your cup to pour yourself a little more. Between the physical contact with Mingi and the weird look he was giving you, you needed something to ease the racing thoughts you were having. Nothing good came from overthinking.
Eventually everybody made their way into the living room and set up around the large coffee table. Wooyoung brought over the various side dishes he was preparing when you got here. Conversation and banter flowed between food and drinks, San flushed red in the face and laying his head on your shoulder where the two of you were sitting on the floor in front of the sofa.
You knew it was time to pump the brakes on the drinking when San mentioned truth or dare.
"Absolutely not, are you serious? It always gets out of hand." Hongjoong objects.
"Come on! We'll play nice. You're just worried about what will come out in front of y/n." Wooyoung says from your other side.
Hongjoong's lip curls up, "No, if anything I'm worried about what you will make her do."
"Nobody will make me do anything I don't want to, and now I wanna know what kind of dirty secrets you guys have that you don't want me to know about." You argue back, making him groan and rub a hand down his face.
"She's agreeing with Woo, cut her off." Jongho says while getting up, pretending he was going to grab your glass. You move it away with lightning speed and wrap your arms around Wooyoung's shoulder, only spilling a little liquid on him. Wooyoung puts his hand on the forearm you had resting across his chest and pointed a finger at jongho, "Let her have fun!"
"This is Yunho's celebration, he should make the call." Seonghwa offers, an attempt to keep the peace.
Yunho shrugs, "I mean, she has a point. Nobody has to do or say anything they don't want to. I think it'll be fun." He makes eye contact with you from across the table, speaking to you specifically "If anyone makes you uncomfortable I'm sure we can all come up with a fitting punishment."
"Fine, fine. San you go first since it was your idea." Hongjoong says exasperatedly, taking a sip of his drink.
"Sangie, truth or dare?" San asks with zero hesitation.
Yeosang sighs, "Ah, how'd I know?" He contemplates for a moment then says "Truth."
"What member do you love the most~" San asks in the voice he uses when he wants affection. Yeosang’s sigh signifies this is a question brought up frequently when they drink.
"You, of course." He answers, knowing it's better to give him what he wants lest he makes it a big deal. You giggled, it was cute how affectionate they were towards each other without making it weird even if Yeosang plays it off like he doesn't care.
"Seonghwa, truth or dare?" Yeosang asks.
"Dare." Seonghwa says while dramatically taking a sip of his drink, letting out a loud, exaggerated ahhh afterwards.
"Speak in satoori for the rest of the game."
"That's not even a proper dare! He does that when he drinks anyways!" Mingi exclaims while gesturing wildly to his hyung. Yeosang just shrugs, obviously not going back on his request.
For a while the game kept going like this. Light hearted truth questions and easy going dares that didn't require so much effort. But it was only a matter of time before the liquor caught up to everyone and it took a turn.
Especially with the way San has been drinking. Which in comparison to everyone else has not been a lot, but for him it was enough.
"Yunho! Truth or dare?" San shouts.
"I'll do truth this time." He responds, jokingly rubbing his ears from San's volume.
"What's the kinkiest thing you've done?" Came San’s out of character question.
Definitely wasted, then.
"Finally! Good one, San!" Wooyoung exclaims, obviously pleased with the turning point of the game. He reaches his arm around your back and gives San two hard slaps on the shoulder.
"Ah, jeez." Yunho's ears spark a bright red immediately, eyes flicking to Mingi so quickly it was almost impossible to perceive if you weren't sitting right in front of him like you were.
You raise your eyebrows, your own smirk pulling up the corner of your mouth.
"I mean, I dunno. That’s subjective, right?" Yunho laughs awkwardly.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, remember." Hongjoong reminds him. Which causes groans and boos to come from the two on your side of the table.
"Well, I’ve been in intimate situations where there was more than just me and the other person." He eventually says.
"Just say threesome." Jongho laughed.
"With who though?!" Wooyoung immediately starts grilling Yunho, practically throwing his body across the coffee table.
"Can't say, you've got a big mouth." Yunho shuts him down quickly.
You couldn't help the giggle that came out of your mouth. You're used to seeing Yunho take control of situations, uplift the mood in the room by doing things no other idol would even think of doing even in private. So seeing him so timid about anything was amusing.
Yunho clocks you from across the table and his demeanor shifts. His eyebrows rise up and he throws a devastating, teasing smile in your direction.
"Okay giggles, Your turn. Truth or dare?"
Feeling brave, and quite certain Yunho wouldn't make you do anything off the wall, you answer "Dare."
His eyes roam over you before rolling up to the ceiling, humming before snapping his neck down and facing you again.
"Do a couple’s shot with Mingi." Yunho grins, nodding his head to Mingi who was sitting to his right.
You click your tongue against your teeth, "You guys have some weak ass dares tonight." You get up and grab your glass, walk over between Mingi and Yunho and kneel on the floor. Once settled, making sure your skirt still kept you modest, you face Mingi, whose face was pink and all of a sudden looked nervous.
Oh.
As if the look on his face held the key, the memory of being held so closely to him merely two hours ago was unlocked and suddenly you weren't so sure that this dare was as weak as you thought. You look over at Yunho, who just raises his hand palm up out to you and Mingi, "Well, go ahead. You gonna do my 'weak ass dare' or what?"
You squint at him, and then turn back to Mingi, "You okay with this?" You ask to make sure you weren't overstepping.
"Yeah, of course. Gotta show him his dare ain't shit." He says a lot more confidently than what you would've expected considering his face seconds ago.
You rise up on your knees to match his height a little better, even though you still came up short an inch or two. "Scootch down, you're too tall." You order, taking the hand not holding your drink and pushing his shoulder lightly. He gets the memo and leans back, bracing his empty hand on the floor behind him.
"Thank you~" you hold up your drink to him and he does the same, twisting your arms around one another until your hand comes back to your lips. Your faces were closer than they have ever been to each other and it made your heart beat wildly in your chest. Before you could chicken out you began counting down, "Three, two, one..."
You tilt your head and do your best to get your lips to meet the edge of the glass and drink, but some sloshes over the side down your chin, neck, and chest. The ice cold liquid came as a shock and a "mmff!" made its way out of your mouth. The closeness of his face to yours suddenly was too much and you pull back gently so you wouldn't make him spill too.
Your arms unravel from each other and you place your glass on the coffee table before grabbing a handful of napkins and drying off what had spilt on you.
"Sorry, I tried my best to help get it in your mouth." He said sheepishly, to which you snap your head to him. He clearly didn't understand his own innuendo because he looks genuinely apologetic.
"It's okay, it’s really Yunho's fault anyways when it comes down to it." You reassure, turning to face said man, "Happy?"
"Oh yes, ecstatic you could say." he says, biting his lip and holding back a laugh.
"Whatever, it's cake time anyways." You push yourself off the ground and make your way to the kitchen. Before getting the cake out of the refrigerator, you grab a clean kitchen towel and try to dry off your tank top a little better.
You feel a little guilty for abruptly leaving like that and ending the game. It wasn't even like you were mad at Yunho, you were mad at yourself for getting so easily flustered. You've had no trouble hiding feelings from them before. Did skin to skin contact with Mingi really just open up a floodgate of unchecked emotions? And Yunho! He always gets a little mean when teasing the guys but it's never been aimed at you. But after being on the receiving end, why did you find it so attractive? What the hell is wrong with you?
"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asks from beside you, causing you to flinch "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He reaches out and rubs your arm.
Looking up to him you gave him a soft smile, "I'm fine, really. I know how he can be, I egged him on calling his dare weak. I knew he wouldn't like that."
"Still," Seonghwa hummed, grabbing utensils out of the draw next to you for the cake. "It's no excuse, if he made you uncomfortable then I can talk to him."
"Thanks Seonghwa but I wasn't uncomfortable, pinky swear." you hold out your pinky and he hooks his own around it, deciding to let it go for now.
You take the cake out of the box while Seonghwa grabs plates and together you walk into the living room.
"Oh my god, finally!" Wooyoung groans.
"It looks so good, like a professional made it." Yeosang compliments. You place the cake in the middle of all the alcohol bottles on the coffee table, nudging some out of the way to make it fit.
"Thanks, Yeo. You get the second slice for that." you tell him, to which he gives a little exclamation of happiness and fist pumps to himself.
"No faiiiir, y/n." San, who was now hugging a throw pillow to his chest.
"I'm sorry San, flattery will get you everywhere though." You slice into the cake, cutting a piece for Yunho and serving it to him on a small dish. He offers you a thanks to which you respond with a dismissive flick of the wrist to let him know it was no big deal. Once everyone was served you settled down onto the ground with your own slice and spooned a bit into your mouth.
Conversation went back to normal, talking about what they were going to do with their day off tomorrow, choreography changes, and dramas they wanted to catch up on. You sat in silence listening in and giving a nod or hum in agreement to let them know you were present.
But your mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts that made sitting between Yunho and Mingi feel stifling. You thought of how you've never been this close in proximity to Mingi before today. Not once, but twice. And how that close proximity felt comforting, safe, and exhilarating all at once. How his grip on your arms felt so strong, like holding you in place and keeping you there would cost no effort for him whatsoever. How it would feel if that grip were focused on your wrists instead–
Nope.
Your face was on fire, you felt it. And knowing that made you all the more embarrassed. As subtly as you could, you shake your hair over your shoulders to shield your cheeks away from the eyes of everyone in the room and concentrate on thinking of literally anything other than the man next to you.
"Are you okay? Your cheeks are so red, did you have too much to drink?" Yunho's voice shakes you from your thoughts and you feel the hair brushing your cheek move. You whip your head to the side in time to see Yunho's hand fall back into his lap.
Lifting your hand up to your cheek you reply, “I didn't think I did, but I guess so. My nose is a little numb.” You scrunch your nose to try and sell the lie. You weren't anywhere near as drunk as you wish you were, but there was no way you could tell Yunho that you were thinking about his best friend pinning you down and putting you through a mattress.
Yunho nudges a bottle of water towards you with the tips of his fingers, which you gladly take. Truthfully, all you wanted was to get your buzz back. At least then you wouldn't be so self aware of your thoughts and feelings.
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Another bottle of soju later, your mind finally rights itself. Well, maybe not right to a sober person, but the self consciousness of your mind being read by any of your friends finally disappears. The food, bottles, and dishes have been cleared from the coffee table and cleaned up thanks to a sobered up seonghwa and not so much thanks to you and Wooyoung. What started as the two of you trying to give the host a break from cleaning turned into a dish soap bubble war that made more of a mess and resulted in Wooyoung getting escorted back to his dorm by his roomies.
“It feels like you’re being arrested.” You giggle at the sight of Hongjoong holding one of Wooyoung's arms in a firm grip and Jongho holding the other.
Wooyoung's lips tilt up in one corner, “It's a consequence of being the life of the party. Sorry I’m too much fun.”
Hongjoong rolls his eyes, “Say your good nights, it's off to bed for you.” he says tugging at Wooyoung's bicep.
“Aye aye Captain, goodnight y/n~ Thanks for being fun.” He punctuates his farewell with a glare to the man on his left.
“Bye bye~” you sing back, giving a hug to all three of them before they drag Wooyoung out like a criminal.
“I'm heading out too. Thanks for hosting, Seonghwa. Thanks for the cake, y/n.” Yeosang says as he starts to put his shoes on. “You coming or staying?” he directs his question at Yunho.
“I think I’ll stay for a little bit, if that's okay?” Yunho replies, turning his head to Seonghwa who was currently supporting a slumped over San.
“Of course. I'm taking San to bed, and I'll probably turn in right after. Make yourself comfortable.”
“See you tomorrow then, night guys.” Yeosang gives a one handed wave as he leaves the dorm, the rest of the room echoing back a good night.
Seonghwa readjusts San’s arm around his shoulders and looks over to Mingi, “If you're staying up too are you okay with her taking your bed?”
“Already planned on it,” Mingi responded while absent mindedly flipping through the channels on the tv, settling on a low stakes comedy for the three of you to watch.
“Good,” Seonghwa nods, then turns his head toward San, “Let's get you to bed, light weight.” and starts lugging him back towards his bedroom.
Yunho lets himself fall back onto the opposite end of the sofa Mingi was on, leaving a space open in the middle for you to sit. You try not to dwell on the meaning behind his choice of spot, if there were any meaning at all. Did he find it weird to sit right next to Mingi? No, they've been friends forever. You think they've shared a tooth brush once because the other forgot one on tour. Did he pick up on your inner spiral over the feelings you've been having towards mingi and trying to torture you? The first part, impossible. The second part, entirely possible.
Well, so much for not dwelling.
“Are you going to watch the TV standing? Or are you going to sit on the sofa like a normal person?” Mingi questions from his corner, socked feet already propped up on the coffee table with a throw pillow on his lap.
You curl your lip in mock annoyance, “God forbid a girl thinks about where to find a blanket around here. I’m getting cold.” Wow, quite the liar today aren't we?
“Inside the basket next to the media console.” Mingi grumbles out. You went over and dug out a thick, grey knit blanket out of the wicker basket, before curling up in the empty middle seat.
However, sitting up right with nothing to lean on was not very cozy. You find yourself constantly adjusting your position to get comfortable enough to relax. It seems on your 6th attempt of uncrossing your legs and moving them to the side Yunho has had enough. Large, warm hands grab each shoulder and pull you down onto your side in a quick motion, your head colliding with the firm muscle of Yunho’s thigh.
“What the-” your eyes shoot open wide and you tilt your head up to stare at Yunho in shock.
“You wouldn't stop squirming.” he shrugs, sparing you only a quick glance before looking back at the TV. You stare at the sharp shape of his chin and jaw from below before dropping your head back toward the TV. You should move, you know you should. This is a much too intimate position. And while you were close with the guys, you weren't casual-cuddle-pile-on-the-couch close.
You shift your hips down the length of the couch a bit so they are angled in a less straining position, your legs still dangling off the front of the seat still covered by the blanket. You take a deep inhale and exhale hard through your nose, if you're being honest this is more uncomfortable than sitting upright. You tense your body, readying yourself to sit up and tell them you’re going to bed, but another pair of large hands wrap around each of your ankles and pull them up and straight across the couch, over another pair of thighs.
You hadn't even registered Mingi’s movement of bending over to gather your legs into his lap, too floored by the situation you've found yourself in.
You press your palm on the sofa cushion and push your upper body up to look over at Mingi, eyebrows raised high and lips parted in confusion.
Mingi smiles, biting his bottom lip like he was trying to stop himself from laughing at your baffled expression, “You looked uncomfortable like that.” he said with a quick rise and fall of his shoulders.
“I mean- I, yeah. But I-” you sound like a complete idiot, stuttering out what wasn't even a semblance of a thought. Yunho's hand came around behind your head, his thumb resting along your jaw under your ear and the remaining four curling around the front of your throat, his palm pressing down on the side of your neck to ease your head back down on his lap.
“It's okay, just relax.” Yunho says in a hushed voice, trying to calm your obvious anxiety. The fingers on your throat pull back to run through your hair behind your ear. Blunt nails scratching your scalp in sweet, caring strokes. Your muscles relax and your breathing turns to normal, completely folding in response to a damn head rub.
While Yunho scratches your head like you’re a well behaved puppy, Mingi begins giving your ankles, calves, and shins firm squeezes and rubbing them with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Is this okay?” He whispers.
You hum pleasantly in response and breathe out a “Yeah, you're so good at that. Both of you,” in response.
You felt the body under you shake, “You always get so pliant being pet like this?” Yunho asks through a laugh.
“Don't say it like that, weirdo. I just–” you cut yourself off. Can't very well say “I haven't been touched like this in forever.”
“Just what?” Mingi asks, running a hand up your calf and pressing his thumb into the ditch behind your knee. You squeak and reflexes have your leg kicking out of his grip. Mingi laughs at you, grabbing the leg that freed itself and putting it back in its original spot in his lap.
“I just feel very relaxed.” You decide to say, settling on a half truth. Leaving out the other feelings you're having. The ones that make your stomach knot up at the way they're verbally teasing you. At the way Yunho said pet like he also feels like you’re his lap dog. At the way Mingi sounded almost mean when he laughed at you.
Oh this is so fucked.
“Whatcha thinking about in there?” Yunho’s fingers stop their soothing motion in your hair and taps his pointer finger to your temple instead.
You flop onto your back, the back of your head still nestled in Yunho’s lap and socked toes pointing to the sky with your calves across Mingi’s thighs.
“What are you two doing? You're acting weird.” You question, eyes flicked between the two of them from your prone position.
“Says you. You're the one who has been weird all night. You've been in your head since everyone got here and acting like if you get close to me I’ll bite.” Mingi says, leaning over you to look you in the eyes better. You move to turn your head away. For all the lying you've been doing tonight you can't look him in the eyes and do it. But before you can fully turn Yunho’s hand cups you under your chin and squeezes his thumb and pointer finger on either side of your jaw.
“If you're going to lie, at least look him in the eye and do it.” Yunho says playfully in contrast to the grip he has on your face.
Mingi looks up at Yunho and then back down at you, “Do you want us to stop?”
You shake your head as much as you can in Yunho’s grip, “No.”
Yunho’s thumb starts gently stroking your cheek, “Do we have your permission to keep going?”
You gulp hard enough that you’re sure they can hear the sound of your throat clicking as you swallow, “God, yes. Please.”
Mingi smiles wide and yanks the blanket off of you, throwing it over the arm of the sofa behind him, “You’ve been a blushing mess since I saved you from eating glass earlier. At first I thought you were just embarrassed, but then you got all snippy with Yunho for his dare. We’ve been friends for years, y/n. I can read you better than you think.”
Heat spreads from your chest, to your neck, then to your face at the thought of him seeing right through you this entire time. With your heart thumping wildly in your chest you ask, “What do you think it is you're reading?”
“What I think,” Mingi begins, taking an ankle in each hand and pulling your legs apart so he could twist his body and slot himself between them to lean over you, “is that you're having some big feelings that you're embarrassed about when all you gotta do is talk to me, baby.”
Your breath hitched, already knowing where this conversation was going but being dumb enough to think he wouldn't say it out loud. This is Song Mingi, if there's one thing he’ll do it's state the facts especially when it's uncomfortable.
It felt like electricity was thrumming through your whole body, oddly enough finding excitement in being called out so blatantly rather than embarrassment. At least you didn't have to bring it up, not that you ever planned on it, they were bringing it up for you. Your eyes left Mingi’s and flicked up to Yunho’s.
“Well? Is he literate in the genre of y/n body language or ya gonna lie again?” Yunho asks with a nasty smirk.
You push your bottom lip out and pout, “Don't be mean, Yu.” Which got you quick, barely there tap from the four fingers on the other cheek from the grip he still had your face in. “Answer him.”
“What if I say yes?” You whisper, looking at Mingi again. He could feel the vulnerability in your words, so he softens his features to show you this wasn't a game. He’s being sincere. He brings his hands down on either side of your shoulders, finger tips touching the side of Yunho’s leg that you were using as a pillow and brings his perfectly plush lips right over yours.
“Then I’d ask if you'd want to let go of reason and play with us tonight?”