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The first thing Seungmin heard when he walked into the bowling alley at 11.00 am was a cacophony of sounds starting with a child screaming because someone stole his dinosaur-shaped bowling ramp. Lovely, what a perfect start to a Saturday shift.
Someone’s shoes squeaked violently across the polished floor, followed by the unmistakable thud of a gutter ball and a chorus of disappointed groans. Lane 12’s scoring screen was frozen again, blinking “ERROR” in aggressive red letters while two teenagers argued over whose turn it was to play.Seungmin checked his phone, 11.01 am, only eight hours to go.
The second thing he heard was his supervisor yelling over the crashing pins and bad K-pop music blasting from the overhead speakers.
“Seungmin! Thank God you’re here!” Chan let out, already overwhelmed.
Seungmin bowed slightly and offered him a tight, fake smile as he tugged at the collar of his ridiculous yellow polo shirt and headed towards the staff room with the kind of exaggerated sigh famously perfected by underpaid workers. He already needed a break from the stench of greasy pizza, fried food and rental shoes and he couldn’t help wishing he could sit back with a cold beer like most of the middle-aged customers scattered around the bowling alley.
Behind him, Chan called his name and hurried after him but Seungmin ignored him completely. He dropped his bag into his locker with a loud thud, unwilling to deal with whatever was coming next.
Looking like he was seconds away from a mental breakdown, Chan sat down at the small table in the staff room, its surface covered in old drink and food stains while Seungmin noticed the staff schedule in his hands.
“You’re training the new guy today.” Chan said with a nervous tone.
“Am I fuck.”
“Seungmin, you don’t get a choice.” Chan said, pushing himself to his feet and shoving the schedule into Seungmin’s hands.
Seungmin glanced down at the paper, his eyes immediately catching the bold red ink: Seungmin training Minho 11–19.
“Why is he starting on a Saturday? It’s the worst possible day for an induction!” Seungmin said through clenched teeth, staring at the paper in disbelief.
“We need more staff and during his interview he said he could start straight away.” Chan replied with a sigh.
“Still, I’m gonna be too busy today.”
“Seungmin, please. You’re the only one who can train him today.”
“What about Changbin?” Seungmin asked.
“He’s off sick and I couldn’t find anyone to cover his shift. Felix is coming at 5pm but until then it’s only you, me and Hyunjin on reception all day. I need to organise a birthday party at 12 so you’re training the new guy. Period.”
Seungmin genuinely considered quitting on the spot. He couldn’t think of anything worse than training a new starter on a Saturday while kids screamed their heads off and their parents treated him and his coworkers like unpaid babysitters.
“Fine.” He finally replied reluctantly, just because he knew Chan had no other choice.
“Thank you, you’re a star!” Chan said with a relieved smile. “Alright, he should be here any minute now.”
“Wasn’t he supposed to start at 11? According to your schedule?” Seungmin asked, knowing the guy was fucking late on his first day.
“Yes but it shouldn’t take him too long to show up.”
“Fire him already.”
Chan snorted. “He rang earlier saying traffic was bad. Shit happens.”
Seungmin didn’t bother replying, instead, he just hummed and headed back into the bowling alley. He went straight to the bar and started his shift as usual. Most people ordered sodas and slushies but a few customers had already asked for cocktails and pints of beer. Honestly Seungmin couldn’t blame them, any adult would need a solid amount of alcohol to survive hours trapped in this shithole.
Minutes passed and Seungmin went fully on autopilot, he was in the middle of pouring a draught beer when he heard someone speak beside the counter.
“Hi. Excuse me.”
“The soft serve machine is broken, there’s literally a sign on it so if you want ice scream I suggest you go to the fast food next door.” Seungmin replied without even looking up, continuing to fill the glass.
“Yeah, alright but I’m not here for that.” The voice answered.
“Then please queue if you want a drink.” Seungmin said, not hiding how much he was already done with the day.
“I’m looking for Chan. My name is Minho and I’m starting today.”
Seungmin finally looked up after handing the beer to a man in his forties and suddenly the entire bowling alley disappeared around him. The noise, the screaming kids, the shitty music playing through the speakers, all of it faded into the background so fast it almost made his head spin.
Because standing in front of him was, quite possibly, the prettiest person Seungmin had ever seen in his entire life. Wow, Minho had dark hair falling softly over his forehead, smooth skin, sharp eyes so dark they almost looked ethereal under the neon lights and the cutest mouth Seungmin had ever stared at. He had plush lips slightly parted just enough for tiny bunny teeth to show through.
Seungmin really forgot how to function as a human being for a second as his heart kicked hard against his ribs. God, how was someone even allowed to look like that? Minho’s outfit also was unfairly attractive. He was wearing a leather jacket that broadened his shoulders and his baggy jeans gave him an effortlessly stylish look, like he was heading to some trendy bar in Hongdae instead of starting a new job at a lame bowling alley.
All the annoyance Seungmin had been carrying since the start of his shift vanished instantly, it completely melted away like cotton candy in water and when Minho smiled at him softly, he thought he might actually black out.
“He..he’s..” Seungmin cleared his throat quickly, suddenly aware of how warm his face felt. “He’s by lane 3. Blond guy with short hair. Yellow polo shirt.”
“Thanks.” Minho replied with a smile, revealing his pearly white teeth.
Seungmin thought his voice was also very pretty, soft and warm. He watched him walk towards lane 3 like he was in a trance, absolutely unable to look away from the guy he had spent the beginning of his shift complaining about.
Ten minutes after his first encounter with Minho, Seungmin was still feeling things he didn’t even know his body was capable of feeling. What the hell was that? He tried to serve customers normally, tried to focus on making drinks and taking orders but he kept catching himself glancing towards Minho and Chan every thirty seconds.
God, Minho looked good. He looked completely at ease already, like he didn’t mind the bowling alley being questionably hygienic, didn’t seem to be bothered by the constant screaming from kids running around the lanes and he didn’t even flinched when someone dropped a bowling ball loud enough to shake the floor.
Meanwhile Seungmin had worked here for over a year and still wanted to quit at least twice a shift.
When Chan and Minho started walking towards him, Seungmin tried his best not to pass out and pretended to inspect the cleanliness of the pint glasses on the counter.
“Seungmin!” Chan called to get his attention.
Seungmin just nodded in acknowledgement, his throat suddenly way too dry to speak properly.
“This is Minho, your trainee. Minho, this is Seungmin.”
“We briefly met earlier.” Minho said, with a smile that could have guaranteed him the cover of a fashion magazine, making Seungmin feel like ice melting under the sun.
“Yeah.” Seungmin replied awkwardly. “I’m Seungmin.”
Great. As if Minho didn’t already know that, gosh he thought he was such a loser. Apparently all of Seungmin’s social skills had evaporated the second this man had walked into the building.
“Alright.” Chan continued, unaware of the internal crisis happening beside him. “Seungmin, make sure you show Minho how to use the till, how to follow cocktail recipes and how to use the tap. I’ll pair you together again on next week’s shifts so you can show him the booking system, how to assign lanes and all that stuff.
Pair them together? For the whole week? Seungmin’s heart did something a little bit concerning inside his chest, he felt like it was bouncing on a trampoline.
“Okay.” He managed to say.
“Also, Minho.” Chan said looking at who Seungmin hoped would be his future husband, “I’m sorry but your polo shirts haven’t arrived yet so make sure you wear plain shirts or plain polos on your next shifts. They should be here by Wednesday.”
“Noted.” Minho replied easily, apparently unbothered by the idea of wearing ugly polo shirts for eight hours straight.
“Perfect!” Chan said, clapping his hands together. “I’ll leave you two to it. Seungmin, please introduce Minho to Hyunjin and to Felix later on when he comes in.”
For some reason, Seungmin didn’t like the idea of Hyunjin and Felix meeting Minho, which was insane but a weird possessiveness took over his brain, making him want to keep Minho behind the bar all day where only Seungmin got to look at him. He hated himself a little for it but still, he gave Chan a thumbs up and watched him disappear in the direction of the lanes to deal with the birthday party.
Silence stretched between them for a while, then Minho looked at Seungmin and smiled again.
“So.” He said, eyes fixed on Seungmin’s yellow shirt that made his stomach flip. “Sounds like it’s just you and me.”
Fucking hell, there was no way Seungmin was surviving today, let alone next week. Not when he was apparently about to spend hours even days glued to the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life.
“Yeah.” Seungmin replied quickly, trying to sound composed. “Sounds like it.”
During the training, Seungmin quickly noticed that Minho was a fast learner. Thank god, he didn’t need things explained a thousand times, didn’t stare blankly at the till every time Seungmin showed him something new and he actually remembered instructions after hearing them once. Seungmin loved that because on top of being ridiculously attractive and cute, Minho was also smart.
This almost felt greedy at that point especially that Minho also managed to charm everyone on the team within hours. Hyunjin looked instantly smitten when Seungmin introduced them, smiling way too much while showing Minho how the reception booking system worked. Then, at 5pm when Felix arrived for his shift, it only took him one look at Minho to compliment his outfit.
Minho laughed and thanked him while Seungmin stood there irrationally annoyed by how quickly everyone liked him, not that he blamed them. It was impossible not to like Minho.
Even during the busiest moments of the day, Seungmin found himself feeling less stressed than usual because Minho actually helped, properly helped. He carried trays without complaining, cleaned tables before being asked, memorised drink orders quickly and never once disappeared to hide in the staff room like some new starters used to.
About an hour before the end of their shift, the bowling alley finally calmed down a little, most people preferring to get food at the nearby restaurants instead of eating the overpriced frozen crap served there.
The quieter atmosphere finally gave Seungmin and Minho time to actually talk properly which unfortunately made Seungmin’s heart aching insanely all over again now that the chaos of the afternoon had faded.
“So.” Minho said, wiping down a few glasses beside him. “How long have you been working here?”
“A bit over a year” Seungmin replied. “At first it was just supposed to be a part time job during university but after I graduated I couldn’t find anything else so Chan extended my hours.”
“That’s nice of him.” Minho said with a smile.
“How about you?” Seungmin asked, trying very hard to act normal. “What made you decide to work here?”
“Money.” Minho replied easily. “I moved here a month ago and rent unfortunately doesn’t pay itself.”
“What? You mean working in this shitty bowling alley wasn’t your dream job?”
“Please don’t tell the boss.” Minho said, using the same joking tone as Seungmin. “I don’t want him finding out I lied during the interview.”
Seungmin laughed before he could stop himself. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Minho insistently smiled at him and Seungmin had to look away before he embarrassed himself. Gosh, why was he so damn cute?
Then, a group of older guys walked into the bar area, probably in their thirties and already way too drunk for that early in the evening. Seungmin internally sighed at the sight.
“Go wipe the tables over there.” He told Minho quietly, “I’ll handle them.”
Minho nodded and grabbed a towel before heading towards the adjacent seating area.
“Hey pretty boy.” One of the drunk men called the second Seungmin approached the till.
Great. Seungmin had a feeling this interaction was going to be painful but he knew he had to stay professional.
“Hi. What can I get you?”
“Three pints of Cass, sweetie.” The guy replied with a grin. “And maybe your number too?”
His friends burst out laughing and Seungmin forced a polite smile even though discomfort already curled in his stomach. He hated this part of the job, he couldn’t understand why people got drunk at a bowling alley instead of going to an actual bar. This place was supposed to be family friendly for God’s sake.
Getting hit on by creepy customers happened occasionally but Seungmin really wished it wasn’t happening tonight while Minho was here.
“Three pints coming up.” Seungmin replied, deliberately ignoring the second part.
“And your number, sweetie.” The guy insisted, making the laughter from his friends even louder.
“No…sorry.” Seungmin said. “I can’t.”
“Come on” the man scoffed. “Don’t tell me you like girls? A pretty little twink like you? Bet you like it when you’re on all four and-“
“Hey” Minho’s voice cut through the conversation sharply.
Seungmin looked up and noticed that Minho had walked back over, towel still in hand.
“He said no.”
“I think pretty boy can speak for himself.” The guy replied, looking very annoyed.
“Yeah.” Minho said calmly. “And he said no, so you’re gonna take your beer, pay for it and go back to your lane with your friends.”
The entire atmosphere shifted and Seungmin felt his face burn hot instantly, half from embarrassment and half from gratefulness because Minho had stepped in for him, without even hesitating.
“Sorry kid but your kinda cockblocking me.” The guy scoffed drunkenly.
“He’s taken.” Minho didn’t even blink. “So now you stop hitting on my boyfriend before I punch your drunk face.”
Seungmin’s heart practically stopped after hearing that. Jesus Christ, Minho had just called him his boyfriend and Seungmin couldn’t believe he had stepped in so naturally, so confidently, just to protect him from some drunk asshole.
“Whatever” The guy muttered eventually.
He tapped his card against the machine aggressively, grabbed the beers and stumbled back towards the lanes with his friends. The second they disappeared, Minho turned towards Seungmin.
“You okay?” the concern on his face looking genuine.
“Yeah.” Seungmin said quickly. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have had to get involved. I could have just called Chan or something.”
“Hey.” Minho’s voice softened. “It’s okay. Honestly, you looked kinda scared and I didn’t want you feeling pressure or having to give your number just to get rid of them.”
“Thank you.” Seungmin whispered after starting at Minho for a moment.
“No problem. Sorry I had to pretend to be your boyfriend for a minute.”
It took everything in Seungmin not to immediately answer: You can be my boyfriend for real if you want. So instead, he just smiled awkwardly.
“It’s okay.”
It was the understatement of the century but Minho didn’t seem to notice anything as he gave Seungmin a bright smileback before glancing at the clock.
“Chan wants to debrief before I leave.” He said. “Might run over a bit so I’ll just say goodbye now. I’ll see you on Monday?”
Monday. Seungmin suddenly hated the fact that tomorrow was Sunday.
“Yeah.” He replied, trying not to sound too eager. “See you Monday.”
Minho waved at him before heading towards the lanes where Chan was waiting and Seungmin watched him go like an idiot, the entire day replaying in his head all over again. The smiles, the jokes, the way Minho had defended him without thinking twice and of course the boyfriend mention.
Fuck, Seungmin couldn’t believe he had developed a crush that fast, just after a few hours and yet here he was, already counting the minutes until he could come back to this dreadful bowling alley again because for the first time ever, work had become something to look forward to.
***
The following week ended up being, quite honestly, the best week of Seungmin’s entire bowling alley employee career, which was crazy considering he still worked in a loud, sticky building filled with screaming children and drunk middle aged men.
But now Minho was here and somehow that changed everything. The two of them were practically glued at the hip during every shift, they joked constantly, talked whenever things got quiet and complained about customers together but still managed to work hard at the same time.
The more Seungmin got to know Minho, the more he realised he was basically husband material. Minho loved animals, for starters. He had three cats that he adored and one slow afternoon he had proudly shown Seungmin pictures of them on his phone. Seungmin had smiled politely while internally picturing himself becoming a loving stepdad to all three fur balls.
He also learned that Minho went to the gym regularly, which explained a lot, not that Seungmin had been staring or anything. Chan apparently had ordered a size too small for Minho’s yellow polo shirts, making his body look absolutely gorgeous. His arms were strong and toned, his pecs looked firmed and defined and his waist, although bigger than Seungmin’s, looked perfectly grabbable.
By the end of the week, despite crushing hard on his coworker, Seungmin had admitted something to himself: Minho would probably stay just a crush because realistically, there was no way Minho would ever actually be interested in him.
Minho lived in a lively neighbourhood, worked out, looked amazing, had adorable cats and managed to make ugly work clothes look attractive. Meanwhile Seungmin lived in a tiny studio apartment, owned exactly zero pets and considered carrying drink trays around all day enough physical activity to count as exercise.
Yeah, Minho was definitely out of his league but still, something felt different on Friday evening because Seungmin could swear Minho had started flirting with him. At first it was tiny things: small touches, a brush against his arm while passing behind him, glances that lingered just a little too long, smiles directed at Seungmin that felt warmer than the ones Minho gave everyone else.
Seungmin thought he was probably projecting, he wanted Minho to like him so badly that maybe his brain had started turning basic human interactions into fantasies. Surely it hadto be it.
Seungmin was filling up glasses with soda when one of them slipped slightly in his hand, fizzy drink splashing straight onto the front of his polo shirt.
“Shit.” He muttered so the customer didn’t hear him, looking down at the dark stain spreading across his collar.
He handed the drink to the customer first before quickly reaching for napkins but before he could grab any, Minho suddenly appeared beside him holding a damp cloth.
“There” Minho said casually before he started dabbing at the stain himself, very close to Seungmin’s neck.
“I’m so clumsy.”
“God.” Minho sighed dramatically. “How could you do that? This is high quality polyester, Seungmin!”
Seungmin snorted gently despite the way his heartbeat immediately sped up and his face got warmer.
“Yeah right. I’m probably getting a disciplinary after this.”
“You’d deserve it.” Minho said as he kept cleaning the stain carefully, his fingers brushing against Seungmin’s neck once then twice, maybe lingering way longer than necessary. “I bet you’d want to be punished. You’re naughty.”
Oh lord and heaven. The heat on Seungmin’s face exploded at the words, his cheeks going from pink to bright red in less than two seconds.
“I..I” He tried but his brain completely short circuited.
Minho looked up, finally meeting his eyes and God, he was smiling. He looked amused, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Here.” Minho murmured. “Much better.”
“Th-Thank you.” Seungmin replied, although he could barely breathe properly.
Minho held his gaze for another second before winking at him, actually winking, then he casually walked away as if he hadn’t just ruined Seungmin’s ability to think. That tiny interaction had completely messed up with his head becausethat had to be flirting right?
“Seungmin!”
Chan’s voice pulled Seungmin away from his thoughts about Minho.
“Yeah?”
“I need to head home. My mum fell down the stairs and my dad is still in Australia for the rest of the week so I have to drive her to the hospital. Her arm might be broken.”
“Oh shit, yeah of course. I’m sorry, I hope she’s alright. I can close up.”
“Thanks, buddy. You’re a star.” Chan sighed in relief before glancing towards the eating area where Minho was cleaning tables. “I’ll ask Minho if he can stay with you. It’s pretty quiet right now so I’m sure you two can hold the fort just fine.”
The second Chan said that, Seungmin’s brain took him to a beautiful fantasy. Him and Minho, alone. No manager around, no coworkers interrupting them every five minutes, just the two of them closing down the bowling alley together. The idea alone made excitement rush though him in a way that felt embarrassingly obvious but it was okay because maybe Minho would flirt with him again. Maybe he would flirt even harder now that nobody was there to overhear.
“Yeah sure” Seungmin replied, trying to sound casual even though his thoughts were anything but.
Chan nodded before walking over to Minho and Seungmin shamelessly watched their interaction from across the bar. Minho listened and agreed, making Seungmin’s heart beat and jump fast. Gosh, he was really looking forward to this.
About thirty minutes later, the bowling alley was completely deserted, which felt really strange for a Friday evening. Usually there were a least a few drunk groups lingering around the lanes until late but tonight the place was empty except from the Kpop music playing through the speakers and the pink neon lights reflecting against the polished floors.
“God, I’m bored.” Minho complained while leaning against the counter.
“Yeah but this is still better than dealing with drunk customers.” Seungmin replied, wiping down the bar.
“True.” Minho admitted before a slow smirk appeared on his face, as if he had just thought of something exciting. “Wanna play a game?”
Seungmin looked at him suspiciously. “What kind of game? We’re technically still on shift.”
It was a reasonable response, even though realistically Seungmin would have agreed to anything Minho suggested.
“Hmm..” Minho pretended to think. “Never Have I Ever?”
“We can’t drink alcohol” Seungmin pointed out, a bit confused.
Minho rolled his eyes dramatically. “No but we’ve got unlimited Fanta and Sprite. It’s more about getting to know each other than the actual drinking.”
Oh fuck, Seungmin was very interested in this game. He wanted to know everything about Minho, from stupid harmless things like his favourite colour to significantly less harmless things that shouldn’t be crossing his mind at work.
“Okay.” Seungmin agreed, probably way too eager. “Get two glasses.”
Seungmin then quickly glanced in direction of the entrance one last time to make sure no customer had appeared at the last second. The doors stayed closed, leaving them alone in the quiet bowling alley. Perfect.
Minho grabbed two glasses from behind the counter and filled them both with Fanta while Seungmin tried to ignore how nervous he felt. He had no idea where this game was going to lead, maybe it would just be cute and funny or maybe Minho would turn it into flirting within ten minutes. Honestly, both options sounded equally possible and thrilling.
“Okay, I’ll go first.” Minho said while handing Seungmin his glass, his smile looking mischievous. “You know the rules, right?”
“Yeah.” Seungmin replied. “I went to university, remember?”
“Right.” Minho laughed. “Okay then… Never I have ever…stolen from a shop.” He said right before taking a sip from his glass.
Seungmin stared at him in disbelief without touching his own drink. He could be sarcastic and a bit of a pain sometimes but there was no way he had ever stolen anything in his life, meanwhile Minho looked completely unashamed.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow silently, clearly asking for the story behind that confession.
“Relax” Minho said with a grin. “I was five and saw a silver bracelet in a shop once. My mum realised I took it off the shelves when we got home and made me go back to apologise.”
“What are you? A magpie?” Seungmin laughed.
“Yeah probably.” Minho admitted before looking straight into Seungmin’s eyes. “ I guess I’m attracted to pretty things.”
The eye contact made Seungmin’s insides flip and a shiver ran across his skin as he looked down at his drink, trying to regain composure. Gosh that sentence felt loaded, very loaded.
“Okay, my turn.” He whispered as he tried to think of something to say. “Never have I ever…turned up late on my first day at work.”
Gosh, Seungmin was such a loser.
“Oh wow.” Minho said, lips brushing against the edge of his glass as a grin spread across his face. “That feels a little targeted. If this was beer, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.” He laughed before taking a sip.
“Sorry.” Seungmin replied, blush spreading across his neck. “That’s the first thing that came to my mind.”
The game carried on like that for a while, easy and comfortable. They exchanged embarrassing childhood stories, talked about school, bad haircuts, weird customers and slowly Seungmin relaxed. This was really nice and to be honest Seungmin would have taken any excuse to spend time alone with Minho like this.
Then Minho took another sip of Fanta thoughtfully before speaking again.
“Alright.” He said casually, though there was something weird in his expression now. “Never have I ever been attracted to boys.”
Minho drank before Seungmin could even process the question properly, making his lungs tighten. He considered lying out of pure panic but he was pretty sure Minho already knew he liked boys anyway so after hesitating for half a second too long, Seungmin lifted his own glass and took a sip too.
Minho watched him carefully over the rim of his glass before smiling into his grip.
“Hmm” he whispered. “Interesting.”
“Why is it interesting?” Seungmin asked, his pulse ringing loudly in his ears.
“It just is.” Minho replied, biting his bottom lip lightly and Seungmin thought he might actually faint right there against the bar counter.
At that point, Seungmin knew the game wasn’t going to stay innocent anymore. He had a feeling Minho wouldn’t go back to safe questions like never have I ever failed an exam. The entire atmosphere had shifted somehow and the air felt suddenly warmer and heavier. God, Seungmin was so fucked.
So he braced himself internally and tried to think of something decent to ask next but Minho spoke first.
“Never have I ever sent nudes.” He said casually before taking a sip from his glass.
Seungmin didn’t drink, not because he was judging or lying, but because he genuinely never had anyone to send nudes to. His only relationship had been with some guy during his first year of university and it had lasted less than a semester before things ended awkwardly.
Still, knowing Minho had sent nudes before made Seungmin's cock twitch a little and his brain started imagining things it absolutely shouldn’t. He really had to focus on keeping himself together before getting hard in the middle of the bowling alley.
“Never?” Minho asked teasingly, clearly amused by his silence.
“No…” Seungmin admitted, looking away.
“You’re adorable.”
“Yeah…right.”
“Never have I ever had sex.” Minho said next, visibly choosing his words carefully, almost like he didn’t want to scare Seungmin off completely.
Seungmin drank because yes, he did have sex with the guy from university. It hadn’t been mind-blowing as it had been more awkward than anything else but Seungmin still felt weirdly relieved to be able to tell Minho he wasn’t a virgin.
Minho drank too, which didn’t surprise him at all.
“So you’ve had sex but never sent nudes?” Minho asked, sounding absolutely entertained.
“Yeah. They don’t necessarily go together.”
“I guess you’re right.” Minho replied, swirling his drink slowly before glancing back at Seungmin. “Can I ask more?”
“Yeah.” Seungmin answered, even though his hand started shaking around his glass.
“Never have I ever been a bottom.”
Fuck, okay. Now the game was getting severely intimate and Seungmin took a slow breath before lifting his glass and drinking from it, finally forcing himself to look Minho straight in the eyes again, only to realise he wasn’t drinking.
“That’s so hot.” Minho said and Seungmin nearly choked on his Fanta.
“What?” He asked, in total disbelief.
Minho closed the gap between them slowly, deliberately, until there was barely any space left between them and Seungmin felt his knees go weak beneath him, his breath catching as he struggled to stay still under the weight of Minho’s gaze.
“I said that’s really hot.”
Seungmin swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing quickly in his throat as Minho stood way too close now, close enough for Seungmin to smell his cologne mixed with soda syrup and laundry detergent.
“Never have I ever wanted to fuck a coworker.” Minho then said, his voice dropping lower than a whisper.
He lifted his glass to his mouth but didn’t drink yet, almost like he was waiting, waiting for Seungmin to make his first move and Seungmin thought the tension between them suddenly felt unbearable. His hands trembled around his glass, he could have lied, he probably should have lied but God, he wanted to be brave for once.
So with his eyes locked on Minho’s Seungmin slowly lifted his glass and took a long sip of Fanta. Minho smirked before finally finishing the rest of his own drink, a few drops of soda catching at the corner of his mouth and Seungmin couldn’t detach his eyes from them.
“Who?” Seungmin asked, the word slipping out before reason had the chance to stop it.
Minho could clearly see how fast Seungmin’s chest was rising and falling and as he tilted his head, a flicker of amusement crossed his face.
“Who do you think, Seungmin-ah?”
“I don’t know.” Seungmin replied quietly, even though he hoped with every fibre of his being that Minho meant him.
“Alright.” Minho then said, dark eyes locked on Seungmin’s. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck the coworker I’m on shift with right now.”
As he spoke, he casually took Seungmin’s glass and drank from it, sending a volcanic rush of heat through Seungmin’sbody that made him dizzy. His palms started sweating, his legs felt limp and he could already feel himself getting hard from the way Minho was looking at him, like he wanted to devour him whole.
Once Minho finished his sip, Seungmin took the glass back with shivering hands and downed the rest of it without hesitation. He didn’t want a small sip, he wanted to drain the glass in one go to prove to Minho just how much he wanted him.
Seungmin actually couldn’t believe this was really happening, couldn’t believe Minho actually wanted him, that he even thought about him outside of work. This clearly wasn’t harmless flirting anymore, Minho had just admitted, completely sober that he wanted to fuck him while Seungminstood there in the world’s least sexy polo shirt.
“God.” Minho whispered, stepping closer. “I thought I was imagining everything.”
His lips brushed lightly against Seungmin’s as he spoke and Seungmin thought it would only take the tiniest movement to kiss him right there behind the bar. Fuck.
“No.” Seungmin breathed out shakily, their breath mixing together. “You weren’t…imagining anything.”
“Fuck, Seungmin.”
Minho didn’t even give Seungmin time to react to the swearing before closing the last bit of space between them, his mouth pressing against his in a hard, sudden kiss that stole whatever thought Seungmin had been forming and left him frozen in a heartbeat.
Minho’s lips were soft, almost velvety and Seungmin knew he wanted to remember this feeling forever. His brain shut down for a second then reality crashed back all at once so Seungmin kissed him back with everything he had.
He moved against Minho eagerly, lips parting as he leaned closer, brushing his tongue carefully against Minho’s mouth. Minho groaned at the sensation, low and wrecked as he gently caught Seungmin’s bottom lip between his teeth. The slight sting made Seungmin feel lightheaded and they kept kissing like that for what felt like forever and no time at all, the world narrowing until nothing existed beyond the space between them. Everything else blurred at the edges, as if reality had been altered and Seungmin thought it was impossible to believe they were still technically working a shift in the lamest bowling alley in Seoul.
Minho’s hands both slid to Seungmin’s waist, pulling him closer against him. “Fucking hell.” He said breathlessly between kisses. “You’re so pretty like this.”
Seungmin couldn’t even reply properly anymore as his mind felt fogged over the feeling of Minho kissing him so desperately like he had wanted this for just as long as him.
The heat pooling low in Seungmin’s stomach became unbearable, his body reacting automatically every time Minho touched a new part of his body so without even thinking, he pushed his hips forward just slightly. He expected to meet nothing but air but instead, his crotch brushed directly against Minho’s erection.
The contact sent a strong wave of pleasure through Seungmin’s belly so suddenly that he gasped into the kiss.
“Oh my god” He panted.
Minho broke the kiss but stayed impossibly close, breathing just as hard as Seungmin now and his eyes looked even darker than before, completely full of want.
For a short while, neither of them spoke then Minho swallowed loudly before letting out:
“Let’s close up now.” He said, his voice low and rough. “Because I need to fuck you in the staff room as soon as possible.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened the second the words left Minho’s mouth. God, if he thought he was turned on before, now he felt ridiculously horny and drunk with want. Every thought in his head had narrowed down to Minho, Minho, Minho and the only thing Seungmin wanted was to get him inside of him as quickly as possible.
“O-okay.” He managed to stammer out before quickly checking that bowling alley was still empty and that no one had entered it while they were eating each other’s face.
It was empty, thank God. The two of them hurried through the closing routine at record speed after that. Seungmin counted the tills at the reception and behind the bar while Minho practically flew around the bowling alley mopping floors and shutting down lanes faster than humanly possible.
Neither of them could focus properly anymore and every time Seungmin looked up, Minho was staring at him with indecent need. Once everything was finally done, Seungmin locked the entrance doors and pulled the electric shutters down with shaky hands.
The loud metallic sound echoed through the empty alley and suddenly it hit him all over again. The bowling alley was closed, they were alone and in less than five minutes, Seungmin was probably going to have sex with the most beautiful man the human race had ever created.
“Is everything done?” Minho asked, and the anticipation in his voice made blush rush straight to Seungmin’s cheeks again.
“Yeah, I think so.”
The nervousness in his chest disappeared the second Minho grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the back of the bowling alley, towards the staff room, basically towards what will become the hottest place in Seoul.
He barely had time to register anything before they were through the door and Minho was pushing him against the lockers hard enough for the impact to sting lightly across Seungmin’s back.
“Sorry, baby.” Minho panted while cupping Seungmin’s jaw carefully despite the rough movement. “I just can’t wait to have you.”
The gesture and being called baby made Seungmin lose his entire mind.
“Please.” He whined, absolutely unable to hide how eager he sounded. “Have me.”
He honestly needed Minho’s mouth on him the same way he needed air after being underwater for too long.
Minho kissed him straight away and if the first kiss behind the bar had already felt desperate, this one was even worse. Neither of them cared about keeping pace anymore, they kissed like they were starving, all clumsy desperation and sharp breaths, teeth knocking together as spit gathered at the corners of their mouths and slid down their chins unnoticed.They both looked intoxicated by finally being able to touch each other properly.
Their hands moved everywhere at once, Seungmin wanted to touch every inch of Minho, wanted to know exactly what his skin felt under his hands after imagining it for days. Apparently Minho felt the exact same way because he started pulling Seungmin’s polo shirt over his head in a rushed motion, barely breaking the kiss long enough to get the fabric off.
“God.” Minho said once the shirt hit the floor, his eyes dragging over Seungmin’s torso. “So fucking perfect.”
Seungmin blushed hard at the praise before quickly tugging Minho’s shirt too. Honestly, the sight nearly sent him to heaven. Minho’s body looked even better than Seungmin had imagined, his muscles were lean and defined from the gym, his skin smooth and slightly shiny already from the thin layer of sweat covering it.
“You look so hot.” Seungmin admitted, incapable to keep the thought to himself.
“Yeah?” Minho murmured against his neck before peppering kisses along his skin. “Your body drives me crazy, baby. I’ve been thinking about it since the moment I introduced myself to you.”
A loud moan escaped Seungmin after hearing that. He found it so hard to process the fact that Minho had wanted him from the very beginning too, that this hadn’t been one sided.
Things then moved quickly. Their remaining clothes were discarded somewhere across the tiny staff room in a messy trail until both of them were left standing in only their boxers, Seungmin still pinned against the lockers while Minho kissed him like he couldn’t get enough.
Minho’s fingers slowly traced down Seungmin’s torso while kissing him deeply, his touch making Seungmin shiver under him. The kisses were messy, wet and feverish, both of them breathing way too hard now. When Minho’s hand finally stopped at the waistband of Seungmin’s boxers, Seungmin’s cock twitched embarrassingly hard beneath the fabric.
God, he needed friction so badly it hurt.
“Can I?” Minho whispered against his mouth, tongue still brushing Seungmin’s lips between words.
“Please.” Seungmin whined, sounding far more impatient than he meant to.
In one swift movement, Minho hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled Seungmin’s boxers down to his ankles, leaving him completely bare in front of him. Seungmin barely even had time to feel self-conscious before Minho wrapped a large hand around him.
“Fuck..”
Seungmin’s head violently fell back against the lockers, his eyes squeezing shut from the sensation.
“What a pretty cock you have, baby.” Minho murmured, thumb rubbing slowly against the tip. “Already red and wet for me?”
A pathetic sound escaped Seungmin’s thoat, he didn’t even know he was into dirty talking until now.
“You like that?” Minho asked while stroking him lazily. “Want me to touch you properly?”
Seungmin opened his eyes and nodded so quickly it almost made Minho laugh. The moment Minho started moving around him, pleasure shot through Seungmin so hard his knees nearly gave out again. God, it had been a while since someone else touched him like this and Minho’s hand really felt perfect around him, every movement making him more greedy.
Minho quickly found a rhythm that had Seungmin trembling against the lockers and Seungmin tried very hard not to cum immediately.
“Please, stop.” Seungmin gasped, chest heaving. “It’s been a while and…”
“Oh?” Minho cut him off, smirking. “Been a while since you got fucked?”
“Fuck, yes..Minho…Oh my god.”
Minho’s eyes seemed to brighten at the sound of his name, making Seungmin feel incredibly small but in the best way possible.
“I-I want to have sex.” Seungmin confessed eagerly. “Please.”
Minho groaned at Seungmin’s admission before finally stopping his hand.
“Stay exactly there.” He said.
Seungmin watched him with pleading eyes as Minho opened the locker above his head and pulled out a bottle of lube and a wrapped condom.
“You brought lube to work?” Seungmin asked, half laughing despite how turned on he was.
“You never know when your cute coworker’s gonna want to have sex, I guess.”
The words hit Seungmin’s horny self straight in the chest, not only had Minho wanted him since the day they met but he had apparently been carrying condoms and lube around hoping something like this would happen.
Seungmin felt so wanted and desired he thought he might lose his mind right there, naked against the team’s lockers.
“Spread your legs, pretty boy.” Minho said, before pressing a quick kiss to Seungmin’s forehead.
Seungmin obeyed instantly, pushing his boxers away completely.
“That’s it.” Minho praised. “Now tell me, do you want my fingers?”
“Yes.” Seungmin moaned pathetically loud.
Minho smirked and coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube, then he kissed Seungmin again while one slick finger slowly traced around his rim, making Seungmin’s skin erupt with goosebumps.
He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed Minho inside him so badly so when Minho finally pushed a finger into him, Seungmin let out a cracked gasp. The stretch burned a bit at first but pleasure quickly followed, warm and overwhelming.
The fact that this was happening in the bowling alley’s staff room only made it feel filthier and the thought sent another wave of heat curling through Seungmin’s body.
“Oh, someone’s enjoying himself?” Minho asked while slowly thrusting his finger deeper.
“Yes, yes! Another one, please.”
Minho added a second finger and started moving them delicately inside Seungmin, making him grip the lockers hard enough for his knuckles to hurt. The moment Minho curled them just right, Seungmin had no other choice but to cry out.
“Fuck..there!”
“Hmm sensitive?” Minho teased.
“Another one” Seungmin begged shamelessly, chasing pleasure by moving his ass against Minho’s magic fingers.
“God.” Minho groaned. “You’re so fucking needy already. What are you gonna be like when I actually fuck you?”
Seungmin was about to answer when Minho pushed in a third finger, making his back scrape against the metal behind him. He didn’t care, not when Minho was making him feel this good.
“Oh my god” Seungmin whimpered. “Wanna cum…”
Minho immediately pulled his fingers away, leaving Seungmin empty enough to whine in frustration. His eyes were watery now and his body shaking from how consumed he was, leaving him struggling to steady himself. Through blurry vision, he watched Minho finally push his own boxers down and roll the condom onto himself.
Seungmin nearly stopped breathing at the sight in front of him, Minho was big. Way bigger than what he expected.
“You’re gonna break me.” Seungmin murmured, unable to stop staring.
“I’ll try to be gentle, baby.” Minho replied. “But fuck, you’re gonna make it really hard for me to control myself.”
Seungmin was now convinced his skin had turned cherry red, his usual honey tone drowned out by the heat of the moment.
Without warning, Minho grabbed his waist, turned him around and bent him over the lockers.
“Hands flat on the lockers.”
Seungmin willingly obeyed as he could feel the head of Minho’s cock pressing against his hole and the anticipation alone was enough to make his cock leak an awful amount of precum. When Minho slowly started pushing in, the stretch made Seungmin hiss sharply, because yeah, it hurt but God, he wanted this too much to even care.
So Seungmin pushed his ass back a little while Minho eased deeper into him until he finally bottom out.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Minho groaned against Seungmin’s neck, hands gripping his waist hard enough that Seungmin knew he’d get bruises tomorrow.
“M-move” Seungmin pleaded. “Please.”
Minho began thrusting slowly at first, letting Seungmin adjust but it didn’t take long before the pace became rougher. Every thrust made Seungmin impossibly full and even after a few seconds, he genuinely thought he was already addicted to Minho’s big cock.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you sucking me in.”
The wet sound of their bodies hitting the lockers filled the tiny room alongside their broken moans and uneven breathing, making Seungmin even more turned on than he thought was possible.
Minho somehow kept hitting Seungmin’s prostate, making him see stars behind his eyelids. Each thrust sent him closer to the edge, a tight, coiling heat building in his lower stomach with each passing second.
“Minho…” Seungmin sobbed helplessly.
“Cum for me, please cum for me, baby.”
That’s all it took, pleasure exploded through Seungmin’s body all at once, white stripes splashing over the locker door in front of him so hard his legs almost snapped in two.
“Fuck Seungmin, you’re clenching all around me, baby”
Minho followed right after him with a loud groan of his own, still holding tightly onto Seungmin’s waist. For a few second, neither of them moved properly, only the sound of their breathing filling the now quieter room. Seungmin felt weak, as if his muscles and bones had been replaced by jelly.
When Minho finally pulled out, he guided Seungmin down onto the floor before sitting beside him and pulling him against his chest. Seungmin rested his head on Minho’s lap while trying to catch his breath, his whole body shivering against Minho’s skin.
“Are you okay?” Minho asked softly as he brushed Seungmin’s sticky hair from his sweaty forehead.
“Yeah..” Seungmin mumbled weakly. “So good.”
“Jesus.” Minho chuckled above him. “I can’t believe we actually did that, in the staff room of all places.”
“Me neither.” Seungmin said as he glanced towards the lockers. “Hyunjin’s locker definitely needs a good scrub.”
Minho burst out laughing. “Yeah, next time I’ll try to wait until I get you back to my place before fucking you like that.”
Seungmin’s heart skipped after he heard the words.
“Next time?”
“Yeah.” Minho said as he looked down at him like the answer was obvious. “There’s no way I’m pretending we’re just coworkers. Not after tonight.”
The smile that spread across Seungmin’s face felt impossible to stop. Gosh, what a night.
After getting dressed, while getting distracted kissing each other every thirsty seconds, Minho asked if Seungmin wanted to stay at his flat for the night. Seungmin agreed instantly and together they cleaned Hyunjin’s locker properly and sprayed deodorant around the staff room in a pathetic attempt to cover the smell of sex and sweat.
As they finally stepped outside the bowling alley, Seungmin checked his phone and immediately froze. Gosh, this was bad, he knew that on his next shift he would have to come up with a pretty convincing explanation to cover his tracks.
“Fucking hell, shit.”
“What?” Minho asked, panic crossing his face.
Seungmin started laughing nervously before showing him the text message he had just received from Chan.
Chan:
Seungmin, why did I just get a call from the retail park management team asking why the bowling alley closed an hour early tonight?