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At the end of practice, everyone headed to the locker rooms to freshen up or get ready to leave. But the basketball team captain always stayed a little longer, whether to tidy up the court or sort out his thoughts.
Mingi, the captain, always put things in their proper place before leaving the court, making room for the other team that would come to practice. But to his surprise, when he entered the court, he found the other team still practicing. Meanwhile, their captain was sitting comfortably in the stands, probably flirting with a girl with curly hair—a very pretty one, by the way.
“Hey.” He approaches, holding the clipboard with the schedule in his hand, pointing to the practice time highlighted in neon yellow. “That’s my slot. Did you lose ya watch, Jeong?”
Yunho glances over before turning his face to look at him, then standing up.
“Yeah, looks like I lost track of time,” he declares, his voice calm, laced with sarcasm as he shrugs indifferently.
Mingi tried not to smash that clipboard over the tall brunette’s head. Yunho wasn’t exactly the kind of person people would want to pick a fight with, but Mingi was sure he could handle Jeong.
So he grabbed Yunho by the collar of his loose team shirt, leaving just a few centimeters between them.
“Listen here, you little shit.” He growled through clenched teeth, trying to hold back the rage already rising to his head. “Get out of here right now, or I’ll break you in two, Jeong.”
And contrary to what Mingi thought he would do, Yunho smiled. A smug, self-satisfied smile.
“I’d like to see you try, Song.” He grabbed Mingi’s hands and shoved them away from him. “You’re the kind of dog that only barks and doesn’t bite.”
San, who had been talking with the other boys from the rival team, turned around just as the shit hit the fan. Mingi shouted, “I’ll show you what a dog is,” and landed a hard punch on Jeong, knocking him to the ground before immediately throwing himself on top of him, starting a nasty fight from which both came out worse for wear.
San ran over to his friend, trying to break up the fight between the two captains, but failing miserably. Whenever he managed to pull Mingi away from Yunho, Jeong would pull him back, and vice versa. He only managed to separate them when the other team’s vice-captain showed up and helped him.
“We’re going to get suspended from training again, Yunho!”
When they finally managed to do so, San was still holding Mingi’s arm, afraid that his friend’s blood was still boiling and he might get involved in the fight again.
Mingi took a deep breath, wiping the corner of his bleeding mouth, while Yunho just stared back at him with a thin line of blood running down his chiseled features, starting at his eyebrow.
“I’ll handle this, Yeosang.”
But Kang shook his head and picked up the clipboard with the schedules from the floor, then turned to Mingi and San.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” he said, handing the clipboard back to Mingi.
Song mumbled something in agreement and headed to the locker room, leaving the others to sort out the mess he himself had started.
And of course, Yunho followed him.
As soon as San and Yeosang were distracted from his presence, he quickly followed Mingi to the locker room.
Mingi was organizing the locker in a rather rough manner after practically turning everything upside down in search of his bath towel. But Yunho seemed to have found it, slamming his hand hard against the locker door, closing it, the towel hanging from his forearm.
Mingi sighs and turns around slowly, staring Jeong in the eyes, with almost no distance between them.
“If you’re going to rat me out for this, I swear I’ll break that pretty nose of yours.”
“Then start respecting the schedule, and I’ll think about whether or not to rat you out.” His voice was firm, still laced with the anger from earlier.
His eyes never wavered, maintaining intense eye contact.
And for a moment, Yunho’s gaze wavered toward Song’s full, strikingly alluring lips. He didn’t know exactly why, but something told him that perhaps those lips were more dangerous than his fists.
And in response, Mingi grabbed Yunho’s shirt collar again, shoving him against the lockers, knocking the towel to the floor with the sudden movement.
“Stop looking at me like that. That look of yours is getting on my nerves.” He orders, though it actually sounded more like a request.
And Yunho seems to have noticed.
“Only if you ask me nicely.” He says with a smile, his voice softer, completely disarming Song.
Mingi lets go of him and steps back, giving up on the towel idea.
But Yunho doesn’t let it go; he pushes Mingi onto one of the long wooden benches commonly used in locker rooms. Mingi falls onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows, while Yunho looks down at him triumphantly.
“If you ask nicely, I might even let you be on top next time.”
He says, winking at Mingi afterward, his tone making the double meaning of that sentence clear.
Mingi blinks once, twice, three times. What the actual fuck was that?
[ . . . ]
It seemed like just another normal party on campus, a friendly get-together between the school’s two basketball teams. No big deal, nothing to worry about. Until there happened to be something to worry about.
Everything was too quiet, too silent.
The team captains were known for fighting too much, for not knowing how to coexist without coming to blows. The rivalry was so intense that their teammates did everything they could to avoid conflicts between the two. Everyone on the team got along, except for them.
“Come on, Mingi.” San nudged his friend’s shoulder. “Are you going to spend the whole party with a sour face? Enjoy yourself—you might end up kissing someone tonight.” He said this with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile on his face.
Mingi pretended not to hear his friend, rolled his eyes, and smiled. He even considered the idea of kissing someone tonight. So he just downed the glass of hard liquor of dubious origin they’d brought. No one knew exactly where it had come from, but everyone was drinking it.
San tried to cheer his friend up by bringing over one of the prettiest cheerleaders he knew, but Mingi rejected her. She probably wasn’t his type, but he suspected he might be gay. Or just very picky. Nah, probably just gay.
Mingi tried to smile to soften the blow the rejection would deal to the poor blonde girl, but even so, she seemed extremely offended and stormed off. And as he watched her leave, he noticed someone watching him from afar.
Yunho.
His eyes were watchful, peering over the plastic cup that likely held the alcoholic drink everyone was drinking at the party. Mingi realized it wasn’t the same look he usually had when they fought; this time it was different.
And for a moment, Mingi felt an inexplicable urge to test something.
So he approached San and whispered something in his ear. His friend quickly understood and pulled one of the boys from the rival team over, introducing him to Mingi.
The boy seemed shy at first, but soon he was drawing closer, his hands resting on the other’s chest, his waist wrapped in Mingi’s large hands.
And then Mingi looked back at Yunho. This time, the red plastic cup was no longer covering most of his face; it was crumpled in his hand, trapped between his palm and the counter he was leaning against.
He smiled, smiling as he felt that triumphant sensation in his chest. At first, he thought it was just the rivalry they’d harbored for years, but when Yunho didn’t smile back or tease him, just turned his face away, Mingi felt terrible.
Yunho dropped the cup and left the area where they were, heading to the parking lot outside the campus.
“What’s wrong? Am I boring you?” the boy asks, making Mingi finally look away from Yunho.
“Oh, no! No, I just… I got distracted.”
But he knew, he knew it was a lie. He didn’t feel a damn thing from that guy’s touch. Unfortunately, his body was already saying what his mind refused to believe. So he went to take the test, leaving the boy alone and frustrated by the abandonment.
When he got outside, he found Yunho sitting on the hood of a very dark burgundy-colored car; he couldn’t make out the make or model. It looked pretty expensive, actually.
Yunho had a cigarette clamped between his lips. He took a drag, distracted by the starry sky, and didn’t even notice when Mingi approached.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Maybe 'cause it’s none of your business.” He says it sarcastically, without even looking at Mingi, taking another drag.
Mingi takes a deep breath, trying not to lose his cool again. He moves a little closer, resting the side of his leg against the hood, his thigh almost brushing against Yunho’s.
“So you staring at me the whole party isn’t my business either, right?” he asks in a forced innocent tone, knowing exactly what reaction that would cause.
Yunho steps down from the hood, stubbing out his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it, but not before taking one last drag and blowing the smoke in Mingi’s face, taunting him. Meanwhile, Mingi grimaces and turns his face slightly, trying to avoid the smoke.
“No, it’s none of your business either,” he declares in a somewhat sarcastic tone, but there was something hidden in his voice.
He was clearly just trying to change the subject. He seemed quite angry.
And for long minutes they just stared at each other, without saying a single word, because at this point, words were no longer necessary — their gazes were perfectly capable of expressing everything.
Yunho noticed the way Mingi blinked nervously when his gaze fell directly on the other’s lips. Then he smiled. He knew exactly what to do to disarm Song; he knew how to make him feel defenseless.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to start thinking you want to kiss me.”
The sentence seems to have caught him off guard, as Mingi just stares at him with a frown, his eyes slightly wide. Yunho chuckles softly and shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.
“Fuck you,” he snaps, taking two steps back. “I thought we could have a civilized conversation, but apparently, it’s easier to talk to the walls.”
Yunho just shrugs, feigning forced indifference.
But when Mingi turns his back and walks away, he feels a knot forming in his chest. He liked talking to Mingi, even though most of the time it ended in punches.
Mingi went back inside feeling a weight in his stomach. He’d already fought with Yunho several times, said all sorts of horrible things to each other, but why did he feel guilty this time? What was different now?
He shook his head from side to side, as if that would chase the thoughts away, and went after his friend, intending to enjoy the party he’d helped organize. But he ended the night a little early, feeling that heaviness every time he caught sight of Yunho in the corners.
He left the party as soon as he no longer saw Yunho on the premises. He decided to go to the dorm to rest, to try to push thoughts of Yunho out of his mind. At least for tonight.
As he made his way to his own dorm room, Mingi saw Yunho again, but Jeong didn’t seem to have noticed him; he was talking to someone. He looked a little drunk, stumbling over his words, smiling for no reason.
And that smile Yunho gave made Mingi’s chest tighten. He didn’t like the idea of seeing Jeong smile so openly at someone else one bit.
Mingi tried to move a little closer to hear what they were talking about, but when he got close enough to understand...
“I like you, Yunho.”
The boy Jeong was talking to stood on his tiptoes and kissed him right after his confession.
Mingi felt his chest tighten at the sight. He didn’t know what to do. His mind spun in circles between yelling at him and pushing him away from there. But he couldn’t. How would he explain this? He couldn’t even answer to himself why he was acting this way; perhaps he could explain it to Yunho. So he quickly walked away and locked himself in his dorm room. That night it took him a while to fall asleep, his head sinking into doubts even before it sank into the pillow.
[ . . . ]
A week had passed since Mingi saw Yunho kiss another guy and felt his heart drop to his feet.
It had been a week since Mingi had been avoiding Yunho, a week of peace and quiet on the court.
But not inside Yunho’s head.
He constantly tried to get close to Mingi, making the same taunts as always when he had the chance, but Mingi avoided even being in the same room as him, making any kind of contact difficult; even their recurring fights had stopped happening.
The other players thought it was wonderful; after all, they wouldn’t have to put up with this nonsense anymore, and they wouldn’t be suspended from practice because of their reckless captains. But San felt uneasy about how quiet Mingi was. His captain wasn’t usually like that; he was worried about his friend.
Then a brilliant idea popped into his head—it was almost as if a lightbulb had appeared above him.
“Roof, tonight at 10 PM. Don’t be late, or I’ll sell your Pokémon card collection.”
Mingi spun around suddenly, nearly spitting out the water he’d just taken a sip of.
"DON’T YOU DARE, CHOI SAN!"
San just shrugged, smiling in that adorable way that makes his dimples show. He practically ran off the court, going to hide the cards before Mingi could find them.
Later that same day, at 10 p.m., Mingi arrives on the roof. He knew San was inviting him to another one of those underground parties that students throw when they’re bored, so he spruced himself up a bit. After all, he had to maintain his good reputation as team captain.
When he got there, people were split into their own groups, drinking and chatting, as they always did. Suddenly, he was pulled into a more secluded corner, with access to a door that seemed a bit out of place there.
San was there with a few other people, sitting on the floor around a bottle. Mingi had already caught the hint.
“Sit down,” his friend ordered, pulling him down to the floor next to him. “I brought one more—no problem, right?”
“The more, the better.” A boy with long, dark hair says, smiling cheerfully.
Mingi notices that while everyone was distracted by the drinks, San and this boy were holding hands, smiling at each other. He was starting to think about leaving when another figure enters the scene.
Yunho sits down next to Yeosang, bringing more drinks.
“Wooyoung, we can start now.” The vice-captain of the rival team declares with a smile, handing a glass to the boy who was now clutching San’s arm.
It makes sense, Mingi thought. San brought him there knowing exactly what happened a week ago, and knowing that Yunho would be there too. His intentions were crystal clear now.
Yeosang spins the bottle and it lands on Wooyoung.
“I choose truth!” he declares before Yeosang even asks.
“Well… Is it true that… you and San slept together last night? I mean, I saw you leaving his dorm late at night…” he asks with a mischievous smile on his lips, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from his friend’s mouth.
Wooyoung nods, covering his face with his hands immediately afterward.
Mingi only realizes he’s been too distracted by the game when he glances to the side and sees Yunho staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact with anyone present.
But when the bottle spins again, it lands right on Yunho, who only notices when Yeonsang nudges him with his elbow.
“Truth or dare?” Wooyoung asks.
“I don’t know. Truth.” He speaks as if he doesn’t even want to be there.
Wooyoung and Yeosang exchange glances, and the younger one smiles, turning to Yunho next.
“It’s true…” he begins, his voice full of amusement, the pause leaving a tense suspense in the air. "That you have a little platonic crush on someone here in the group?"
There was silence for a moment, while Yunho pretended to think. He smiles and picks up the drink, which was the punishment, and swallow it all at once while staring at Mingi.
Mingi stares back. He gulps, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Yunho was about to grab the bottle when San snatched it from his hand and turned it directly toward Mingi. No spinning, no messing around. Straight at him.
Everyone watched the situation with a certain surprise. They didn’t expect Choi to act like this, so brazenly. And San didn’t seem to care about the irritated and confused look he received from Yunho.
“Hey, it’s my turn—” But he was cut off before he could even finish his sentence.
“He chooses the challenge. It’s seven minutes in heaven.” He declares quickly, before Mingi could intervene.
The proposed challenge surprises everyone. Mingi included, who stares at his friend with an incredulous expression. Yunho, on the other hand, didn’t seem to protest the decision.
He looks at Mingi, waiting for an answer. And Mingi? He starts to break out in a cold sweat. If he refused, Yunho would probably think he was a coward and he’d be remembered forever as the captain who ran from a fight, but if he accepted… It would be hard to explain later.
“Great! Challenge accepted,” San exclaims, pointing toward the door of what looked more like a broom closet.
Yunho stands up first, drawing everyone’s attention to himself, while his own gaze remains fixed on Mingi, who, in turn, looks extremely nervous. Yunho grabs Mingi’s wrist and pulls him up, dragging him into the small room they called “heaven.”
The place looked more like a pantry repurposed for activities of this sort. The students had probably remodeled the space to play their “games” there. It was a small room with carpet and one of those super-soft beanbag chairs that sink when you sit down. But now, inside, in a space too small to maintain a socially acceptable distance, Mingi tried to breathe normally.
The artificial scent of rose air freshener was distracting, but not as much as those eyes staring at him in the dark. Yunho, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, stared at him just the same way he did at the last party.
But Mingi didn’t know how to react; he remained frozen there.
Until Yunho moved, slowly approaching him.
“Are you going to make these seven minutes complicated, or are you going to do something about it?” Yunho asked, his voice low, his gaze sharp.
Mingi tried to step back, but bumped into the wall and found himself cornered.
Yunho’s gaze seemed to challenge him, and with that, this time, he decided he wouldn’t run away.
“You shouldn’t be getting involved in this kind of thing; your boyfriend might get upset.” Song’s words make Yunho frown and turn his face slightly to the side. “I mean, I saw him confess his feelings, and you two kissed right after that.”
Yunho chuckles softly, tossing his hair back, stopping just a step away.
“I didn't know you were spying on me.” He says in a playful tone. “But he’s not my boyfriend.” His eyes fixed on Mingi’s, his voice low and evasive. “And I already like someone else.”
Mingi gulps again. Holy shit...
“So that day, at the party, when you...” Mingi tries to speak, but Yunho rolls his eyes, clearly bored with those obvious questions.
So he decides to give a few more clues.
“The guy I like is really slow on the uptake, he’s also a fucking hothead, and he has a shorter fuse than those beautiful little eyes that stare at me as if I were guilty of every crime in the world.”
Mingi only realizes he’s been holding his breath when he needs to let it out, almost dizzy from not breathing for so long.
“That’s not funny.”
“Liking you? It really isn’t.”
He feels a blush rise to his ears. He knew his face was turning pink when his cheeks started to heat up. Fuck, so Yunho really did like him.
“I mean, it’s not funny if this is some kind of bad joke.” His voice was lower now, more restrained.
Yunho took a deep breath.
“Mingi, shut up,” he said as he moved closer, now close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on his skin.
The tension was almost palpable. Mingi’s heavy breathing betrayed his nervousness about the whole situation. Yunho had just confessed his feelings; their bodies were too close, Yunho’s gaze shifting between his eyes and his mouth. And now, neither of their gazes could hide the desire they felt.
Mingi began to feel a heat rise from his gut to his chest, his mouth slightly parted as he gasped for air.
That hungry gaze he received from Yunho was burning into his skin. His heart was pounding in his chest. He felt goosebumps spread across his entire body when Yunho parted his lips in a sly smile, heavy with desire.
Yunho slid a single hand, slowly and dangerously, down Mingi’s back, rising to the height of his shoulder and curving downward until it rested on his waist. The heat was more intense where their bodies met.
In response, he ran a hand up Yunho’s torso, starting at his abdomen, passing over his chest, and stopping at the curve of his neck. When Yunho’s gaze shifted from that predatory hunger of seconds ago to something more timid, when his breathing also began to grow heavy, Mingi could no longer hold back; he grabbed Yunho’s face with both hands and pressed his lips to his in a thirsty kiss.
This wasn’t the first time he’d kissed someone, but it was the first time it had felt this good. Jeong’s lips felt too soft, too sweet. Too perfect.
Jeong’s long-fingered hands now gripped Mingi’s waist tightly, holding him there, taking him all to himself.
Mingi let out a moan when Yunho pulled him closer by the waist, pressing their bodies together. The need to be close was still strong, even though every part of their bodies was touching now. Mingi’s tongue sought space in the other’s mouth, meeting Yunho’s shortly after in a delicious, erotic dance.
They only ended the kiss when they heard the door open.
“You guys didn’t kill each other, did you?” Yeosang asks, trying to get a better look at the two of them in the dark.
San laughs softly, excited.
“Seven more minutes? Great!” He closes the door again, pulling Yeosang in.
The two remain silent for a moment, still processing what just happened.
Until Yunho lets out a soft laugh, throwing his head back.
“Fuck, that was… Shit, I don’t even know how to explain it,” he finally says, looking at Mingi again.
His hands still on Mingi’s waist.
But Mingi was too quiet, too still...
With a swift movement, he shoved Yunho against the wall on the other side of the room, which wasn’t far from where they were standing. Jeong didn’t seem surprised; in fact, he was more excited than he’d like to admit. Mingi pressed his lips against Yunho’s again, almost desperately. But suddenly he stopped, breathing heavily, resting his forehead against Yunho’s shoulder.
“Mingi, you’re…”
Yunho felt a shiver run through his entire body. He felt Mingi’s rock hard cock against his thigh.
Without further ado, he grabbed Yunho’s wrist and pulled him out of the makeshift room. The group playing with the bottle all saw Mingi dragging a smiling Jeong Yunho, both of them with lips still red and slightly swollen.
“I knew it,” San declares, his voice heavy with the triumph of a battle he fought alone. “That rivalry was just a facade for something much bigger…”
“How did you know? I mean, they fought all the time, they’ve even gotten into some pretty nasty fistfights before!” Wooyoung exclaims, somewhat confused by San’s words.
“Everyone can see that the tension between those two is so strong that all that’s missing is the saxophone solo from ‘Careless Whisper’ playing in the background when they’re too close.”
He declares with a smile; he’d been watching those two for many years, noting every time the tension in the room rose just because they were both there at the same time.
When they reached the dorm room, Mingi pushed Yunho inside and locked the door behind them, throwing himself on top of Jeong right away, pressing his lips against his again.
This time, the kiss wasn’t restrained in the slightest. There wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation.
Mingi pushed him until they both fell onto the bed. Yunho was on the bottom, gripping the other’s waist tightly.
“Take it easy, Song…” he says with a crooked smile on his face, unable to hide his excitement. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Mingi takes advantage of the pause to catch his breath and admire the man beneath him.
“No, you’re not going.” He states, lifting Yunho’s shirt until almost his entire torso is exposed. “Because I won’t let you.”
He leans forward and begins to attack the other’s neck with aggressive kisses and possessive bites. His hands roam over the bare torso as if exploring the territory.
Yunho tried to stifle the moans that came with all that stimulation, but Mingi left no room for rest. Song stopped kissing his neck only to return to his mouth. Mingi positions a leg between Yunho’s, his thigh brushing against the other’s bulge, drawing eager moans from him.
Yunho ended the kiss with a provocative bite on the lower lip of the man above him. Then he pushed Mingi onto the mattress and positioned himself on top of him, taking off his shirt, putting on a private little show exclusively for the captain of the rival team.
Mingi smiled slyly, his hands finding their way to Jeong’s defined waist. He watched the toned body in the dim light of the dorm room, the way Yunho undressed seductively, just for him.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked when he realized Mingi was just watching him undress.
But as soon as he’s snapped out of his trance, he stands up, just enough to rip off his own shirt and toss it aside.
“The first time I saw you shirtless, you weren’t quite so…” He shifted his face, making facial expressions as if searching for a word to describe what he meant.
Yunho chuckles softly. — Handsome? Tempting? Hot?
— Perfect. — He states, finally looking away from Mingi’s defined chest and up into Yunho’s eyes. — ...Perfect for me.
Yunho would normally laugh and make a joke to lighten the mood or tease him, but Mingi seemed serious about this. Too serious, even.
“What do you… mean by that?” he asks, a little unsure if he should have.
But Mingi looks away, letting his gaze fall back onto Yunho’s body.
He opens his mouth once but says nothing, closes it, and then opens it again.
“That you’re perfect for me, that I… I like you.” — He says in an innocent, direct tone, without any hidden agenda, his gaze meeting Yunho’s again. But shining differently this time.
Yunho’s heart probably skipped a beat, almost leaping out of his chest.
When the silence became too heavy, when the fear of a negative response began to grow too strong, Mingi thought about running away, jumping out the window, and moving to another country. But Yunho had other plans.
He gently cupped Mingi’s face, as if Song were made of porcelain, and kissed him, gently, tenderly. The kiss carried no urgency, though it still held that burning desire from before; now there was something else hidden within... Something stronger, something that would likely last much longer than a mere infatuation.
Yunho let Mingi gently lay him down on the bed, his soft lips still pressed against Mingi’s, while those large, firm hands gripped his waist.
Mingi positions himself between Jeong’s legs, lifting one of his thighs. But Yunho breaks the kiss and chuckles softly, looking at Mingi.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice an octave lower than usual.
“Getting you ready for us to have sex,” he says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
But Yunho laughed, just laughed loudly and shamelessly.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” Mingi asks, his tone somewhat worried, making Yunho feel a little guilty for laughing at the poor guy.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He tried to hold back his laughter, now speaking a little more seriously.
“Then what are you laughing at?” He asks, pouting adorably right after.
Yunho caresses his face, his thumb gently brushing his cheek, then pulling him in for a peck on the lips.
“You’re cute,” he declares, completely disarming the man above him. “But I’m not bottoming, Mingi.”
That look of surprise wasn’t exactly what Yunho expected to see from Mingi, nor did he expect to find it so cute.
“But then how… It’s just that I’ve never—well, not like this. But how are we going to…!”
Yunho interrupts him with a kiss, slow and carefree, to pull him out of that desperate stream of incoherent words.
“It’s okay, we don’t need to think about that right now. We can just… Enjoy it however we can.” He speaks softly, in an almost whispered tone, as he slowly slides his fingers along the other’s jawline.
Mingi nods in agreement, closes his eyes, and lies back, letting Yunho be on top, allowing him to guide him.
And Yunho? Fuck, he was loving every second of it.
He slowly slid a hand down Mingi’s body, stopping at the waistband of his pants, causing Song to finally open his eyes and look at him. He continues, unbuttoning the pants and slowly pulling down the zipper, leaving the other beneath him eager for his touch.
When his hand slips into Mingi’s underwear and reaches for Mingi’s cock, pulling it out, Mingi lets out a ragged sigh, almost a plea in the form of a breath.
Yunho feels his own dick throbbing inside his pants.
He spits into his own hand and slides it back onto the other man’s cock, moving up and down slowly, producing wet, erotic sounds. Not as erotic as Mingi’s moans. Holy shit… So that beautiful little mouth could produce such wonderfully pleasurable sounds? Fuck, he was about to lose his mind.
He increased the speed of his movements, causing Mingi to bite down hard on his fist, trying to stifle his moans.
But hearing him moan was what gave him the most pleasure, so Yunho had a brilliant idea to make him moan even louder.
He leaned forward, taking those full breasts into his mouth, going straight for the nipple, sucking, biting, playing with it. Mingi throws his head back, unable to hold back any longer. He grabs Yunho’s hand, tightening his grip, thrusting his hips up and down, fucking that hand, wishing it were his mouth.
Yunho notices how his body begins to lose control, the thrusts growing stronger and more erratic, his breathing losing its rhythm. Then he stops moving his hand, his thumb over the glans, preventing him from reaching the peak.
Mingi moans in frustration, stopping his movements.
“Yunho, please...” The voice is pleading, almost tearful. "Please let me come... Please..."
Hearing Mingi beg almost made Yunho come, without even being touched, just from Song’s pleading voice calling his name desperately, wanting to come in his hand.
He starts moving his hand again, setting a frantic pace right from the start, drawing desperate moans from Mingi.
When the orgasm hits, he shudders all over, throws his head back, and rolls his eyes. A final, high-pitched, soft moan escapes his lips as he smears Yunho’s hand with the warm fluid.
“Fuck…” He chuckles softly, more to himself, as he admires the amount of cum in his hand, licking his lips. “What a waste…”
Mingi, for his part, was trying to regain his strength. When the blankness in his mind finally faded, he looked back at Yunho, but his eyes automatically drifted down to the bulge in his pants, practically begging to be touched.
Without thinking much, he reached down there, trying to get rid of the pants that were blocking his view.
“Hey, hey”—Yunho grabs his hand before he can continue. “You don’t have to do that, it’s okay.”
Mingi sits up, sitting on the bed, Yunho practically in his lap, sitting on his thighs.
“But I want to.”
“Will you believe me if I say I didn’t do this wanting something in return?” he says, his free hand grabbing the other’s chin.
“Yes, I believe you. But still, I want to please you too, Yunho...”
The way he asks is exactly what Yunho feared most would happen. Fuck, Mingi has finally discovered the power he has over him; he finally knows how to use that pitiful look to get everything he wants. Yunho has already lost this battle, and he knows it well.
Yunho doesn’t resist; he just lets it happen. He watches as Mingi crawls to the edge of the bed, gets down, and kneels before him.
“Mingi, you don’t have to…”
But Mingi doesn’t listen; his hands are already working to free his target from that tight fabric.
When the hard member springs out and almost hits his face, Mingi smiles excitedly, clearly loving the sight before him.
Yunho feels his whole body heat up again; that sight of Mingi kneeling before him with his cock in his hands while smiling at him as if he were the happiest man in the world made him have the dirtiest thoughts a human being could possibly produce.
When Mingi takes almost the entire length into his mouth at once, Yunho grabs hold of the dark strands of hair, searching for something to anchor himself to so he doesn’t lose his mind.
He gasps through clenched teeth as Mingi grips his thighs tightly, his head moving up and down rapidly, his mouth sucking hard on the hard cock, drooling all over it. The wet sounds of suction echoed through the room along with Yunho’s moans, which he could no longer hold back.
He moaned shamelessly, his head thrown back as his hand gripped Mingi’s hair tightly. And Mingi sucked as if he were born to do it.
When Yunho looked down, their eyes met. Mingi stared up at him with his mouth full, his eyes brimming with desire, yet still sharp as a beast about to pounce on its prey.
And Yunho couldn’t have been more thrilled by it. Damn, this sight was everything he’d dreamed of these past few years since he’d met Mingi.
He was close, almost there.
“That’s it, like that… Fuck, Mingi…!”
The words came out incoherently, lost in the air. His breathing had lost its rhythm, his whole body tensing, about to explode with pleasure. And Mingi noticed, intensifying the suction on the pink head, his tongue massaging the glans while his hands took care of the length his mouth couldn’t cover.
Yunho tries to push him away, but Mingi insists that the hot liquid be poured down his throat, so he shoves the other man’s cock almost entirely into his mouth. And Yunho, too weak to protest, simply satisfies both of their desires. He cums deep in Mingi’s throat, feeling Song contract his throat to take every drop for himself.
As soon as he finishes, Yunho pulls Song’s cock out of his mouth, and Song licks his lips while still staring at the pink cock falling heavily between Yunho’s legs.
“Fuck… Mingi…” He tries to speak, but his breathing is still ragged.
And Mingi stands up, standing before him, climbing onto the bed and gently pushing him back. Yunho places his hands on Mingi’s waist, smiling as he tries to regain his senses.
Mingi leaves a small, slow kiss on his lips, casting a look of pure lust right after.
“Do you really like me?”
Yunho frowns, still smiling. “What kind of stupid question is that?”
Mingi shrugs, looking away to another corner of the room.
“I don’t know… It’s kind of hard to believe that a guy like you would like me.”
Yunho’s hand slowly glides across Mingi’s face, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
“But it just so happens that a ‘guy like me’ fell in love with you before I even met you. And most impressive of all, I kept liking you even after I met you.”
His tone carried a hint of amusement, trying not to make things too serious.
“But like… I’m not interesting or anything, but you are.” His gaze wanders around the room as if the words were there for him to find. "You’re handsome, smart, and super talented; everyone likes you; you could have anyone you want..."
"Yeah, that’s true." He declares, making Mingi look at him. "But I want you." He smiles, a crooked smile full of tenderness. "Mingi, you’re the most interesting guy I’ve ever seen in my life; how could I not see you? I’d be an idiot if I didn’t fall in love with you."
Mingi feels his cheeks grow hot.
Yunho plants a tender kiss on his cheek, smiling at him afterward.
“I always wanted to get close to you, but you always saw me as a rival, I think. So, the only way I found to stay by your side was by feeding that rivalry we created.”
Mingi rests his hands on the mattress, stretching his arms and standing a little taller, his gaze expressing something like an apology.
“No, that’s not it!” he begins, his voice almost desperate to justify himself. “I’ve always felt… something for you. But I never knew how to handle it… until someone kissed you right in front of me.” He finishes in a softer tone, shy to admit it. “It wasn’t until I thought I’d lost you that I understood how I feel about you…”
Yunho chuckled softly, his hand resting on Mingi’s shoulder. "Since that’s the case…" He begins, sliding both hands up to Mingi’s face, cupping it gently. "Can I earn your forgiveness by asking you to be all mine? Of course, I’ll be all yours too."
Mingi was… Damn, he didn’t know what to feel. Yunho did this to him, leaving him completely lost.
“Is that a request to date…?” he asks in a low, weak voice, almost a whisper.
“It depends…”
“On what?”
Yunho presses their lips together once more in a short, slow kiss, but one laden with something far stronger than desire. And finally, he continues:
“If you’re going to say yes.”
Mingi buries his face in the curve of the other’s neck, hugging him tightly. Yunho says nothing, just smiles. He knew Mingi was still learning to deal with the feelings he’d just discovered, so he wouldn’t force him to give an answer now; he was about to say that when Mingi...
"...I want to." He says in a whisper, low, but not uncertain, just shy. "I want to date you, Yunho."
And Yunho says nothing, just holds him tighter. And no words were needed, because between these two, a single glance was enough to convey everything their hearts longed for.
Yunho never imagined that something that began as an almost violent rivalry would become the purest, strongest, and most enduring love he could ever want.
And for Mingi, there was no longer any doubt; now, with Yunho in his arms, he understood: he loved that man with his whole being, and he would do anything to keep them together. No more punches, of course.
They didn’t know what they would do in the future, but for now, they decided just to stay there together, embraced, living in the moment. And perhaps that was the best decision they’d ever made together, since most of the time when they made a decision, they ended up in a fistfight. Only now, their fights and arguments would be resolved in bed.
From now on, there would be no more rivalry—in fact, there never had been. All that anger was nothing more than a burning, growing passion that gradually turned into love. These two were living proof that love and hate go hand in hand, that the line between them is very thin, and that a simple shove can change everything.