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Choi San is not one to sleep around, especially not with his members, don’t get him wrong he does find his group mates extremely attractive, especially Mingi.
However, he trys his best not to shit where he eats.
So, it’s a shock and horror, when he wakes up after a night of drinking in a bed that’s not his.
The bed is however, Song Mingi’s who, is no where to be found at the moment.
He’s then immediately met with a headache that takes him back to around the moment he blacked out.
After taking a second to look down, and soon realizing he doesn’t have his pants on he quickly starts to panic and swivels his head around like a mad man looking for them.
He finds them on the floor next to what he can only recognize as the shirt he went out drinking in.
The last thing he can recall is finishing off a second soju bomb and presumably getting ready to have more shots much to his regret.
He quickly grabs his dress shirt and slim-fit jeans off the floor and heads with a concerning amount of pep in his step he should add, back to his room.
After getting to his room 3 doors down he sits down on his bed and, remembering he is and idol with an “idol image” to maintain, he opens his phone and lets out a sigh of relief he didn’t even realize he was holding in.
He then begins to rack his brain for any semblance of an idea as to how he ended up in his Mingi’s bed.
Before he could begin to to try and recall the events of the previous night, he hears a knock at his door, making him jump.
He jumps up and walks quickly to his dresser to grab some sweatpants because once again, he awoke for some reason with no bottoms on.
He quickly slides them over his legs and ties them and rushes to open the door.
Of course, with the luck he has it just so happens that Mingi is at the door, with a well deserved concern painting his face.
San starts the conversation hoping to keep some level of his dignity.
“What’s up?”
He says to the taller man
“Hey, you good? You went kinda hard on the drinks last night”
Mingi responds, clearly worried.
“I’m fine just a regular hangover”
“You sure you went really hard on the drinks last night, I mean last night was wild”
He says words laced with mirth.
“Yea , I’m sure ‘m fine though, don’t worry.”
The older replies voice now straining coated in worry.
“Are you sure, I can order you some Haejang-guk if you want?”
“Ani, ani, I promise I’m okay, I actually have somewhere to be soon”
Mingi looks back at the slightly elder with a look indecipherable to him.
“Ok, if you say so-“
Before he could finish his words San is closing the door in his face.
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Mingi knew that San was reserved, especially during a hangover, but this, this was really out of character for him.
When he had gone back to his room to his room to check on San, as he was to intoxicated to Make it back to his bed, he was gone.
Mingi had slept on the couch that folded out into a twin mattress to let San have the bed, he didn’t find the idea of sharing a bed with the man he just came to the thought of the best choice.
He went to his room to check on him, given the many drinks he had the previous night.
Mingi was kind of an asshole, he did enjoy fucking with his members from time to time, especially when it came to San, he was the easiest to ragebait.
Instead of getting mad and yelling or even giving him a light slap, the older would sit there all sulky, resembling a soaked kitten.
Mingi found this all too adorable, often finding himself wanting to kiss the adorable pout stuck to his face away.
Alas he settled for making it up to him through other ways, like taking him out for drinks, on him.
This time, he drank wayyy more than usual, almost concerning if Mingi wasn’t also feeling the pressure of their comeback.
After a 2 soju bombs and an alarming amount of shots, he fell dead asleep on the table.
Much to Mingi’s displeasure, knowing he would be the one to have to Haul his ass all the way back to the dorm.
After paying the tab, and calling a cab back to the dorm,
He started to carry half dragging San to his own room when San suddenly started talking.
“I don’t wanna go to my room~”
Who was Mingi to deny such a simple request, especially from a pretty boy such as him.
It saved Mingi’s back from straining even more later, as his room was right front of them anyways.
He turned his back against the door pushing it open and closing it with his foot.
Placing the man on his bed.
Mingi always thought San looked beautiful with flushed cheeks, and his skin covered in a sheen of sweat.
He always stole a few extra glances at him during practice as San was kinda, well he was a perfectionist.
Not stopping until he felt he had the dance perfect.
This meant he often practiced for long hours, flushing his cheeks and sticking strands of hair to his face making him look, in Mingi’s words. “Angelic”
After realizing he was also starting to feel the full affects of the alcohol, he started to tuck him in.
Right as he was about to leave he heard a soft
“Mingi-ah~”
Slip San’s lips.
“Yes, San-ah?”
“Don’t leave~”
Mingi always found it hard to say no to San, especially in this state.
He walked back over to the older, sitting down on the opposite side of him.
“C’mere, lay down Min-ah~”
Mingi simply complied, not wanting to make the man glum.
“Mingi-yah, your so, so, so, pretty. Your eyes too, sometimes I wish I could give you a big ‘ole smooch.”
Mingi’s heart skipped a beat and his face flushed all the way down the his chest at this drunken confession.
Not knowing what else to do as more incoherent babbles left San’s lips.
I mean it’s not like Mingi never got compliments from other people especially fans, or even the other members. This, this was different though.
Each word San mumbled out made his cheeks turn cherry red, and the coil of heat in Mingi’s gut intensify, begging to be released.
San fell asleep shortly after this, leaving Mingi to stay, or go to the bathroom and get off.
He chose the ladder.
Walking slightly stumbling into the bathroom, he found himself sitting on top of the toilet with the lid down.
He palmed himself through his jeans, the roughness against his dick shooting a shock of pleasure-pain straight down his spine.
He helplessly grinded into his hand covering his mouth with a hand that barely helped to suppress the whines that fell out of him.
Lust filled thoughts of San occupied his mind.
After a few more thrusts he felt the coil in his stomach snap and the edges of his vision filled with black and white spots as he fucks himself through the after shocks.
He sit there for a second to catch his breath, he kind of regrets cumming in his pants as now, he has to peel them off of his skin.
He takes a cold shower and tries to rid of the dirty thoughts plaguing his mind, to his failure.
He walked out of the bathroom and snuck into his room, towel slung low around his waist exposing his chest and grabbed some clean clothes.
He got dressed and pulled out the bed inside the sofa and lets himself be usurped by slumber.
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San slid his back against the door, catching his breath.
He had grown especially close to Wooyoung, always going to him when he had an issue, not without being laughed at, much to his displeasure.
In the end Wooyoung always helped him through his problems.
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
You: young-ah
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Yeah What’s up
You
Promise u won’t laugh?
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Depends…
Wat is it?👀
You
Jst promise?🙏☹️
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Fine
🤔
Well what is it?
You
I got drunk last night and I’m worried something happened with me and Mingi-ah…
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
😭😭😭
I’m sry
This is just so
😭😭😭
Why do you think that
You
Woke up without my pants in his bed…
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Say you did do smth..
Would it be a bad thing..?
You
If I can’t remember it then yes!!
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Jeez
Mb💔💔
Well I’m sure Mangi-ah wouldn’t do anything to you while your too drunk to consent.
You know you could also just ask…
You
Oh sure I’ll just go right up to him and just ask “ hey did we have sex last night?”
I’m sure that’ll go just fine.
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Mb😭🙏
Well what else am r u supposed to do??
You
I don’t know
You usually are able to help me..☹️
Wooyoungie 🐈⬛🌈
Well if your not gna take my advice
Do u wanna hang out today?
You
YES
I just told mingi-ah I had somewhere to be and basically slammed the door in his face.
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
Well I’m sure that helped…
You
Shut up ☹️
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
minahae
What time?
You
Now please
Wooyoungie 🐈⬛🌈
I know you just can’t wait to hang out with oppa it’s okay 👌
You
Die.
Wooyoungie🐈⬛🌈
What about 4?
You
Okay
San then attempts to sneak very quietly to the shower to no avail as he’s stopped by Mingi.
The taller stops him forcing him to look up at him.
“Do my lips look okay?~” Mingi says, San freezes in an attempt to get some semblance of words out, which die in his throat as they fail to jump the final hurdle of his teeth.
“Ani?”
Mingi all but whines out.
San is stuck there looking dumb staring at him for what seems like forever as the taller bats his lashes at him, in what he only now registers as lust.
Mingi only giggles and walks away needing no further answer.
Weird…
Okay, but Mingi is always fucking with him.
This is probably another one of those times taken out of context.
He’s prob just protecting his feelings onto him again.
He all but runs into the bathroom and takes a long very, cold shower.
He gets out of the house in minimal time, tripping multiple times while getting dressed.
Right as he is about to leave he sees Mingi in the living room.
“Bye San-ah”
Mingi breathes out, making Sans breath hitch and a redness spread over his face to his ears.
“B-bye Mingi”
He giggles again.
Now San is starting to wonder what really happened last night.
After he hangs out with Wooyoung, he comes back home only to be met with a shirtless Mingi sitting at the dining table.
This is a normal occurrence in their dorm, or it would be if only he wasn’t eating a banana in the most suggestive fucking way San has ever seen in his life.
He sits there frozen in place as he watches the younger circle the tip of the banana with his tongue and pull back with a string of saliva connecting his mouth to fruit.
He takes a bite and San swears he hears a moan escape the other man’s lips.
He shakes his head trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts plaguing his mind.
“Hey Mingi”
“oh! Hey Sannie”
He says surprised in a cadence that doesn’t fool San since he’s heard it be used on fans.
“I went grocery shopping while you were out.” The younger states.
“Oh, thanks.”
“Um, well I’m gonna go shower and go to bed”
The shorter replies.
“ Already? It’s only eight-o-clock!”
Mingi replies.
“Yea, I’m just kinda tired, I ate a lot Yknow “ the older says.
“Oh! well goodnight” Mingj says.
“Goodnight.”
San replies.
He swears he hears Mingi say something about dreaming about him. He doesn’t even bother showering after being exhausted by practice and Mingi’s antics.
He can only hope that Mingi will calm down when the rest of the members return tomorrow.
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San fucks into the wet heat of Mingi from behind. Watching as wanton moans tumble out of his mouth, now slack with drool pooling beside it. he leans down to mouth at Mingi’s shoulder. “You look so pretty on my cock like this, baby” an even more guttural moan is punched from Mingi. “ Take me so well princess” Mingi holds on to the bedsheets like it’s his lifeline. The thrusts are so hard he slowly inches up the bed along with the sheet. San grinds his hips against Mingi’s hitting the hilt over and over again, causing whimpers and small curses to fall out of Mingi’s mouth. “Want me cum on your pretty back baby?”
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Just as he lets the last word escape his mouth he wakes up with a jolt. Feeling his cock which is now pain achingly hard.
he palms himself through his pajamas pants before reaching a hand underneath his boxers to pull his full length out. He spits on his hand before wrapping it around his girth. He strokes images of his dream flashing behind his eyelids. “F-fuck, Mingi-ah” The pile of heat in his belly growing, begging for release. After only a couple more strokes he cums Mingi’s name leaving his lips like a prayer.
The next morning:
San walks into the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of Yeosang cooking, really early in the morning. Not out of character for Yeosang however since he prefers to get an early workout in before the others go for their daily workouts. Who he doesn’t expect to be up however is Mingi, batting his pretty lashes at San so early in the morning whilst he’s still trying to build his restraint for the day. “ Good morning guys, want some eggs?” Yeosang asks. “I’m good Yeosang-ssi, thank you though.” San replies. “What about you Min-ah?” The man standing at the stove asks. “ Um, I’m good, I don’t eat this early in the mornings.” Mingi offers.
Yeosang, however Gives San a knowing look and a smirk. Leaving San wondering what exactly he knows.
These interactions continue with Mingi for the rest of the week until Mingi finally snaps…?