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"What if I changed this verse at the end?" Mingi said, Hongjoong watched him type away on his laptop, the words were starting to blur together on the screen.
"If I change that, then I'll need to replace-" Hongjoong grunted, interrupting Mingi. He fell back on the bed dramatically. "Mingi-ah, it's perfect! You don't need to change anything else!" Hongjoong pleaded.
He knew Mingi was rolling his eyes, even if he couldn't see him from this angle. When Mingi rolled his eyes, he always let out a little puff of air, and he heard the sound coming from his nostrils.
Hongjoong knocked his knee into Mingi's playfully. "Hey!" Mingi squealed, "What was that for?"
"You rolled your eyes at me!" Hongjoong teased back.
"How do you even know that? You can't even see me!" Mingi countered.
"You're just too predictable." Hongjoong snickered, and Mingi poked the side of his hip, causing Hongjoong to yelp in surprise.
Hongjoong jumped up, grabbing Mingi and pulling him down on the bed with him, getting a cute shout from the other man as his head hit the comforter below them. Mingi wrapped his large hands around Hongjoong's waist and attempted to pin him down, but Hongjoong easily wiggled from his grasp.
They tossed around in their pathetic attempt at wrestling until Hongjoong ended up pinning Mingi down, and they were both in a fit of giggles.
It was always easy with Mingi; even though he was his senior, he always felt like he could be himself and let loose around him, being the kid at heart that he was.
It was a typical time between the two of them, but there had been a shift lately. Looks lingered, touches lasted a little too long, and Hongjoong often found himself feeling breathless after their encounters.
There had always been something different with Mingi than the other members. Hongjoong always put it off as they just understood better; both the rappers, both held the responsibility of writing lyrics, he told himself it was because they were similar.
Now with Mingi pinned under him with a smile that made Hongjoong's chest ache, he acted on impulse. Hongjoong didn't think; all he could see were plush lips that held the most enchanting smile behind them and dark eyes that crinkled from deep laughter.
He kissed him, too quickly, and his lips landed crooked, and he was mostly kissing his top lip, but Hongjoong felt fire run through his body in those few seconds. Then he felt Mingi stiffen beneath him, and it was like water was dumped over his head, the flames licking all over his body put out instantly.
Hongjoong sprang back, jumping off Mingi with eyes wide and face now flushed. Mingi sat up on his elbows, staring back with eyes equally as shocked.
Hongjoong felt panic rise up in his chest. Why did he do that? Mingi was his best friend, and he has totally ruined it. His head was spinning, and he just needed to get out before he said something to make things even worse.
"I-I gotta go." Hongjoong blurted out, grabbing his bag and darting for the door.
"Hyung, wait!" Mingi called after, getting up from the bed; but Hongjoong already had one foot out the door and was gone before Mingi could say anything else.
That was three days ago, now Hongjoong sat alone in his quiet studio.
He cracked his knuckles again, stretching his sore fingers that had started to cramp after pressing buttons for hours straight. He sighed, checking the time on his phone — well past two in the morning.
He rubbed his hands over his bare face, eyes red and dry from staring at a screen for countless hours, and blue hair untamed from running his hands through it over and over. He needed to just wrap it up for the night; this is the third night in a row he's spent way too long in his studio.
He heard a faint knock on the door, at first he thought his mind was just playing tricks on him from sleep deprivation, but then he heard the sound again. Who could possibly be here at this hour? As far as he knew, all the producers had gone home hours ago.
He crossed the room quickly, opening the door slightly to peek at who was waiting on the other side. He froze at the sight of Mingi and slowly opened the door wider. "Mingi? What are you doing here?" Hongjoong questioned.
Mingi was dressed down in a pair of black joggers, loose fitted white t-shirt, and his favorite slides and white socks. His normally decked-out neck and fingers were free of any sparkly jewelry, face was scrubbed and bare, and his short pink hair was now grown out and faded. He looked so soft like this, Hongjoong thought, so…Mingi.
Mingi gave him a shy smile, like he didn't realize why he was here either, his gaze averted as Hongjoong tilted his head, waiting for an answer.
"Hi Hyung, sorry, I know it's late, I was just thinking about you being cooped up in here all alone. I-I brought you a coffee.." Mingi's voice was unsure, he reached out a styrofoam cup to Hongjoong.
Hongjoong wrapped his hand around the warm cup, grazing Mingi's hand in the exchange. He thought he heard Mingi gasp but when his eyes tore back up to the younger man his expression was neutral.
"That's very sweet of you Mingi. You did not have to do that. Thank you." Hongjoong took a slow sip of the hot liquid, it felt good on his parched throat, when was the last time he had drank something? It was just how he liked it, two sugars and a little cream, Mingi remembered. He always remembered the little things.
Hongjoong gestured for Mingi to come inside, and they placed themselves on the loveseat Hongjoong had. It was small, not quite big enough for two people to rest comfortable, especially if one of the people was Mingi, who was broad and long, their knees were pressed together as they sat side by side.
Mingi's knee bounced, hands fidgeting as he stared at Hongjoong's computer and avoided eye contact. He was nervous. Hongjoong's heartbeat picked up. Was Mingi here to confront him about what happened? Tell him how he was totally out of line?
Hongjoong swallowed and cleared his throat. "Are you okay? What brings you here?"
Mingi finally brought his gaze to Hongjoong's, his eyes looked heavy, like he also hadn't been sleeping.
"Yeah, there is something I wanted to bring up..the other day when-" Hongjoong cut Mingi off, of course, this was about the other day. He was such a coward; he kissed his friend, bolted, and then locked himself away for days.
"I'm sorry Mingi, what happened the other day was not okay, and how I reacted was even worse..I-I'm a terrible frie-" This time Mingi was the one to interrupt by placing his large hand on Hongjoong's cheek. He gasped at the coolness of Mingi's fingers on his hot cheeks.
"Hongjoong, no. You're not a terrible friend. I do wish you hadn't run off, but I…I liked it. I came here because I can't stop thinking about it, about you. I can't sleep cause every time I shut my eyes, I see your mouth again and…and it's driving me crazy." Mingi admitted. He looked nearly out of breath by the time he got the last word out.
Hongjoong's whole body had gone still. "You liked it?" he said lowly.
Mingi nodded. "So much, I had been feeling like things had changed between us, but I thought I was just imagining it, and I was scared. But then you…kissed me and now I can't stop thinking about you and I…" Mingi paused, like he was too afraid to say the next sentence.
He shut his eyes and inhaled. "Do you regret it?" his voice had changed into an almost pained sound.
It was Hongjoong's turn to grab Mingi's face, pulling them closer til their foreheads were almost touching. "Not for a moment." Hongjoong locked eyes with Mingi, and it was all the answer he needed, he supposed, because Mingi brought his lips down onto Hongjoong hard.
It was teeth clacking first, then their lips found purchase on one another, and Hongjoong groaned. Mingi's mouth was hot, and he easily coaxed his mouth open til their tongues traced each other. Mingi's hand traced Hongjoong's hip, pulling him closer. Hongjoong pushed Mingi to lie back as he rearranged himself to be over top Mingi.
The loveseat was way too small, and the angle was awkward, but Hongjoong was able to move himself to slot between Mingi's legs and lean over him. "This okay?" he asked, pulling at the bottom hem of Mingi's shirt. Mingi's chest rose and fell heavily; he nodded quickly.
Hongjoong pushed his shirt up until he could run his hands over Mingi's stomach and then chest. Hongjoong had always thought Mingi had an incredible body, admired him from afar at the control he had over the way he moved, and now, with his hands running up the toned skin, he realized it was the most perfect thing he had ever held in his grasp.
Mingi was responsive to each touch, small whimpers when Hongjoong slid his hands over his stomach, and gasp when he grazed over his nipples. It spurred Hongjoong on to see what other sounds he could pull from him.
He pinched lightly at one of Mingi's nipples, and he yelped, chest flushing pink. Hongjoong grinned and pinched again as Mingi writhed beneath him. He used his free hand to palm him over his joggers, and Mingi gasped.
He placed his fingers over the band over Mingi's sweatpants, eyes locking to ask for permission and he nodded. Hongjoong pulled the sweats and underwear down til they were below his knees, and Mingi's cock sprang free.
Hongjoong's eyes widened. Mingi would be big there also; he was big everywhere. Hongjoong moved off Mingi and slunk to the floor between his legs.
Mingi sat up fully, eyes locked onto Hongjoong's as his chest rose and fell quickly. "Can I taste you?" Hongjoong asked, hands rubbing slowly up thick thighs.
Mingi nodded quickly. "Oh my god…yes." voice cracking on the last word. Hongjoong grinned, sliding a hand up to grasp Mingi's cock. He hissed above him.
Hongjoong's lips wrapped around the swollen tip of Mingi, pre-cum leaking that he swiped his tongue over, Mingi bucked into his mouth, then, hand wrapping around the blue strands of Hongjoong's hair.
"Holy shit.." Mingi groaned out as Hongjoong took him deeper. He felt the tip hit the back of his throat, attempting to relax his throat, but he had only taken half his length. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as he breathed through his nose. Hongjoong used his hand to wrap around the remainder of Mingi's cock, that he wasn’t able to take.
He bobbed his head, working into a faster rhythm and using his tongue to lick and suckle the tip, pulling the prettiest gasp and moans from the man above him.
Hongjoong glanced up through wet lashes, at the beautiful man who sought him out even after he was a coward and ran away; at the one person who he could be himself most with, who never failed to make him laugh and cared so deeply for him and other's it made his heart sing.
He couldn't believe it was now him who was the cause of the sweet gasp and deep moans that Mingi was letting out.
"Hongjoong…I-" Mingi's voice broke off, hips bucking up into Hongjoong's hand and mouth. Hongjoong quickened pace, chasing Mingi's orgasm.
Mingi groaned loudly above, a hard thrust into Hongjoong's mouth that almost had him gagging, but he relaxed his throat as Mingi spilled down his throat.
The sight of Mingi coming undone above him, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut, skin glistening, and mouth hanging open as he moaned and finished in Hongjoong's mouth was all he needed to tip him over into his own orgasm.
Hongjoong's body shook as his orgasm racked through him, groaning around Mingi and making his cock twitch from overstimulation. Their eyes locked, and Mingi's were wide, pupils blown as he watched Hongjoong release in his pants.
Hongjoong pulled off Mingi, both gasping for breath, chest rising and falling. Hongjoong slumped against Mingi's soft thigh.
"Holy shit…" Mingi panted, his large hand wrapped around Hongjoong's jaw and lifted him until their gazes locked. "I can't believe you just came from sucking me off." Mingi teased.
Hongjoong slapped his thigh playfully, pink tinting his cheeks. "Shut up!" he spat back, jumping up to climb on Mingi, but in the process, his leg hit the coffee table behind him and spilled the now lukewarm coffee everywhere.
They both stared at each other wide eyed, then busted into a fit of laughter, Mingi pulling Hongjoong down on the love seat with him as they giggled in each others arms; any fear that thing's would change between them went out the window.
Mingi would always be Hongjoong's best friend, the one he could lean on, and now hopefully the one he got to call his own.