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“Is he for real?!” Seokmin screamed when he read the name on Wonwoo’s display, making everyone turn around, his mouth open in disbelief. The music was loud but his roommate always managed to be louder.
”I’m going to beat his ass for real this time, pass me the phone!” It was Jeonghan, his menacing eyes looking right through Wonwoo’s soul as he tried to snatch the phone still buzzing in his hand.
Wonwoo jumped back, knowing damn well that if he let Jeonghan answer that call his friend would’ve unleashed hell on earth. He was the one who assisted Wonwoo all throughout his post-breakup depression, making sure he was never alone and that he would eat at least three meals a day, even when he could barely make it out of the bed. It hadn’t been easy and it still wasn’t, the wound was still fresh — there was actually a part of Wonwoo that knew it would never fully heal, it would just become a big, ugly scar that he would have to carry with him forever.
So that’s why his friend’s reaction didn’t come up as a surprise, not when he had officially declared Kim Mingyu as his arch nemesis, swearing that once he’d figure out how to get away with murder he would quite literally kill him.
“Jeon Wonwoo, I swear to God that if you pick it up-” Jeonghan insisted as he was still trying his best to take that damn phone from his hand — Wonwoo had never been more grateful for being a fucking beanpole.
He didn’t want to pick it up, he definitely did not want to. Not after everything Mingyu made him go through, not when he had just come to terms with the fact that they were done for good. He had spent way too many sleepless nights sulking over that boy, so he was definitely, most surely, not going back to him—
“Maybe something happened? Why would he be calling me otherwise?”
“Wonwoo, you dumb mother—” Jeonghan was quickly shut by Seokmin’s hand covering his mouth.
“I think we all know why he’s calling you right now, hyung.” Chan suddenly chimed in the conversation showing them his phone, his recently updated instagram story on
the screen.
Nothing was off about it besides Seokmin shoving four shots of tequila down his throat back-to-back much to Jeonghan’s disappointment, the loud music and Chan’s even louder laugh covering any other sound. If you scrolled fast enough you wouldn’t notice it, but if you paid just enough attention to the whole video you could definitely see Wonwoo’s figure, his long arms resting around a boy’s wide shoulders, the latter’s hands palming his hips while moving sensually on the dance floor. Wonwoo didn’t know the guy’s name, he didn’t quite grasp it the first time he had told him but he didn’t bother enough to ask for it again; to be completely honest he didn’t really care, he could’ve been anyone, he just wanted to have some fun now that the ‘Mingyu problem’ was something left in the past, or so he thought.
The video cut off right before you could see the kiss the two boys presumably exchanged — scratch that, Wonwoo could still taste the strawberry margarita he definitely didn’t drink. His cheeks immediately flushed, the embarrassment so overwhelming, to the point he didn’t even notice that his phone had stopped ringing.
He didn’t think much of it at first, how could he when a cute guy like that showed interest in him exactly when he had one glass too many of beer circulating in his system? He was single and free of hooking up with anyone he wanted to, so there was nothing wrong with doing that, if only he didn’t feel a sudden sense of guilt creeping inside him, to the point he had to excuse himself for feeling sick. So yes, Wonwoo was a lost cause.
“Why the fuck would you post that?!” He was looking at Chan in utter shock, if it wasn’t for the colored lights continuously changing around them you could easily spot how his ears went bright red.
“It’s 2 a.m. and I’ve been drinking for three hours straight. Do you really think I have any functioning mental capacity right now? I don’t even remember posting that!”
Wonwoo was going crazy, he needed another drink. And a cigarette.
“Did he see it?” He asked after a couple of seconds, now sitting on one of the stools at the bar counter, obsessively biting his nails.
“Who gives a flying fuck if he saw it, at least he’s aware that you’ve moved on!” Jeonghan was staring at him, he was extremely serious about this whole situation. But did Wonwoo really move on from him? Could one consider waking up every morning wishing that the other side of the mattress was still warm, still storing a spare toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet, kissing a random guy at the club without even understanding his name because he could only think of his , could one really consider all of this moving on from somebody?
“He didn’t see it, but Minghao did.” Chan simply added, but of course they all knew how these things worked.
Then his phone started buzzing again.
All four of them stared at it. Wonwoo’s head was dizzy, his breathing short — his ex boyfriend, his extremely handsome ex boyfriend, was shamelessly calling him again on a random Saturday night despite the fact that they had not spoken a word to each other since the day of their official break up, right after presumably seeing Wonwoo with someone else on Chan’s instagram story.
That should mean something, right?
Wonwoo kept on biting his nails to the quick, to the point he could feel a sheer taste of blood on his tongue, curiosity was now killing him. “I should probably not.”
“No shit Sherlock!” Jeonghan was losing his mind; even if he was a little drunk at that moment he looked the most clear-headed amongst them, his rage sobering him up.
“You know it’s a bad idea, right?” Seokmin was scrutinizing him, his attentive gaze on Wonwoo who had already made his final decision, much to everyone’s disagreement. Despite all the noise, he could hear Chan by his side sighing loudly while shaking his head, getting ready to chug down another glass of God-knows-what; Jeonghan was quicker than him, managing to steal the glass from the youngest’s hand before pouring the drink down his throat in one shot — if he had to go through all of this again, he might as well hope that the alcohol would make him forget about it in the morning.
The truth was, Jeon Wonwoo was a weak, weak man. And the man who was now on the other side of the phone made him even weaker.
“Hello?”
—
It took him exactly thirty-six minutes to arrive right outside Kim Mingyu’s apartment door.
It could’ve been just twenty eight minutes, but Wonwoo took his sweet time going up the stairs, pondering every single one of his life decisions with every step he would take. He went down twice, when panic had kicked in and the overwhelming sensation that he should absolutely not be there was finally coming up to him, before realizing that it was too late to run away: he was there because there was a part of him that wanted to be there, he might as well stay and wait to see what the other boy had to say.
So he was now at his door, his mind clouded by the thought of seeing him again after three months. Someone would argue that three months of being away from each other was not that much but it was for them, it was for Wonwoo , who had spent the last three years of his life seeing Mingyu’s face every single day.
They had been best friends for two years before being boyfriends, and they had been roommates before being best friends. Everything seemed to be just fine, until it wasn’t anymore.
“Hyung.” It was his first word directed at him in weeks, a smile on his face as he was standing by the door. Wonwoo couldn’t hear his own thoughts, his eyes were burning behind his glasses — he didn’t know whether he was just tired or it was the sight of Kim Mingyu, his otherworldly existence, his biceps showing through the sleeveless black shirt he was wearing, his hair now short, so short that it almost made Wonwoo’s heart sink. Last time he saw him it was so long he could put it in a ponytail, he could feel it through his fingers when caressing his head, he could pull it while holding it in a fist whenever Mingyu would touch that specific spot when he was relentlessly—
“Mingyu.” He said his name with a sigh, as if he was already surrendering to the other. Him being there, right outside his door, was the declaration of his impotence, of his weakness; his presence was enough evidence for Mingyu to realize how much of a mess he still was, how much power he still held on his mind, heart and soul.
I’m yours , he had once whispered, Mingyu buried deep down inside him, the most intimate and precious of human connections. It was a single truth, something that slipped out his tongue in a sudden need of expressing himself, a truth that the other boy collected with a kiss, his own tongue caressing Wonwoo’s, making those words part of him, engraving them in his mouth and repeating them in a whisper, loud enough to turn the oldest of the two into a whimpering mess made of tears, moans and love, so, so much love.
Having him right in front of him after everything they went through felt surreal, and even more surreal was stepping into that apartment, their once shared college dorm, a place he used to call his home now so unfamiliar, so cold.
“What do you need? Did I leave anything here you wanted me to have back?” He was scanning the place — not much had changed and he also didn’t see anything that might belong to somebody else, so he assumed he just lived alone now.
“As if I would call you in the middle of the night just to tell you to take back your stuff.” Wonwoo knew that, he just wanted to play the part of the oblivious one. He needed some time to consider whether he was still on time to run away without looking back.
“Then what do you want?” Those words came out a little too harshly from his mouth, but he didn’t want to say sorry, as if the whole situation wasn’t already humiliating enough for him. He didn’t bother to turn around to face him while speaking, he could feel his gaze on his every move and he knew that if they locked eyes that would’ve been the end of him; so he kept on walking around, his shoes positioned at the entrance beside Mingyu’s, inspecting their — his kitchen counter filled with empty coffee mugs, the tv on mute still playing an old movie Wonwoo did not know the name of, a plant slowly dying in the corner of the room — he remembered it, they had bought it as a present for their first anniversary of living together, their young love still so pure, still silent, they were merely at the beginning of their friendship. Wonwoo thought it was ironic, their relationship was as dead as that plant.
“You know what I want.” Mingyu said, his voice as steady as a standing stone. On the phone, Wonwoo had the impression he might’ve been a little drunk, which was probably the case since he had spotted with the corner of his left eye a few empty cans of beer positioned in the sink. But, as he kept getting closer and closer, he looked as sober as he’s ever been, especially when his fingertips went to touch the flushed skin on Wonwoo’s cheek, a gentle brush that made the latter feel as light as a feather.
“It is not how it works, Mingyu-ah. You can’t expect me to come back to you anytime you want something from me.” His voice came out in a whisper, his wandering eyes stopped for a split second on the other boy’s lips before going back to watching anything but him.
“Yet here you are.” Mingyu teased, his thumb now brushing Wonwoo’s burning mouth. He could feel the pressure of his touch, the way he wanted to push into him, invade him with his presence, but he resisted, he had to, aware of the fact that he couldn’t give up so easily although he wanted to. Was Wonwoo that desperate already?
He managed to escape his touch by turning to the kitchen sink, only to be caged by Mingyu’s strong arms a moment later, his back pressed against his chest. Wonwoo had to shut his eyes, trying to act normal even if he could perfectly feel the prominent shape of every single one of Mingyu’s muscles against his own body, in something that vaguely resembled an embrace which felt just right .
A hand was running up his waist, his cropped shirt exposing his milky skin as an invite to keep on going. “Who was he?” Mingyu’s hot breath was in his ear, goosebumps all over the back of his neck.
So their assumptions were right, Mingyu had seen Chan’s story; he had called Wonwoo out of jealousy.
“Why do you care?” Was his only response, his words an accusation.
“He can’t be your new boyfriend though, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.” Mingyu’s hands kept trailing on his bare sides not paying much attention to Wonwoo’s words, the latter’s shirt going up as he kept moving his fingers, perfectly aware of the intoxicating effect he had on him.
Wonwoo was starting to lose his patience, alongside his sanity; who did Mingyu think he was, ignoring Wonwoo for months then suddenly coming back into his life just to make sure he wasn’t dating anyone?
What a cruel game he was playing and how dumb Wonwoo was to let himself be played like that.
“Did he fuck you?”
That was enough for Wonwoo to regain consciousness, finally distancing himself from Mingyu’s grip which was now even tighter on his hips, his fingernails digging into his flesh in a desperate attempt of not letting him go. He managed to push him back, enough to turn around and face him again with rage glossing his eyes, his jaw clenched.
“What if he did? What do you want me to say? That I’ve enjoyed it? Or does your narcissistic ass want me to say that no one could ever be as good as you, that no one could ever fuck me as good as you did?” He pushed Mingyu again, his fists on his chest tugging his shirt, his chin slightly tilted upwards. He was so close he could actually spot the mole on the tip of his nose, the one he used to sweetly peck every time he had the chance.
He didn’t know where this whole situation was headed, he could merely imagine it, he could just hope it wouldn’t leave him as wretched as it previously did.
Mingyu’s response arrived in the form of a sudden grip around his throat, his harsh yet lovingly fingers covering Wonwoo’s neck, a gesture that made his blood rush both to his cheeks and down towards his dick. It wasn’t tight at all yet it managed to leave Wonwoo breathless, his attentive gaze never leaving the other boy’s, who was now towering over him.
“I don’t need to hear that from you, not when we both know that it’s the truth.” His cocky tone made Wonwoo’s head spin, his own hands were clutching the flesh on Mingyu’s arm as the other kept getting closer and closer, his breath now Wonwoo’s, his languid eyes wandering all over his quivering expression, his weaknesses put on display just for Mingyu to see.
He was dying to taste those cherry lips, to feel the weight of his tongue on his own. “This is not fair, Mingyu-ah.”
“I didn’t drag you here, you came on your own,” his hold on Wonwoo’s neck went loose, but he could still feel the warmth of it on his skin.
He thought of Jeonghan, how disappointed he looked when he had picked up that phone call, all his efforts to cheer Wonwoo up when the burden of Mingyu’s absence was weighing on his heart.
Suddenly the only thing Wonwoo could feel were Mingyu’s teeth sinking in the skin right below his ear, his most delicate spot; he was aware of the fact that his own body was an open book for the younger boy, one he had read an ungodly amount of times, one he had learnt by heart. “If your wish is to go, I won’t stop you.”
He was looking at him again, seeing right through him, making Wonwoo feel so naked even though he still had all of his clothes on.
Seokmin’s words were echoing in the background of his clouded mind, trying to guide him back to reality.
You know it’s a bad idea, right?
Wonwoo knew that, of course he did. It would be stupid of him not to know. Yet the most senseless part of him, the same one that led him there in the middle of the night out of pure desperation, got the better of him in the end.
“Fuck it, it’s fine.” He found himself announcing anyway, before lowering Mingyu down to his level just enough to let their mouths collide in a needy kiss.
It was almost as if they had never spent all that time away from each other. Their limbs entangled mechanically, their bodies unconscious yet perfectly aware of what to do, of how to move. Their muscle memory did most of the job: Mingyu’s hands were moving fast to unbutton Wonwoo’s shirt, the latter’s fingers were pulling the younger boy’s short hair — it wasn’t as satisfying as it used to be with his longer curls, but it worked just fine since he could feel Mingyu groaning right on his own skin, when he went down to kiss his belly button, making his body shake with pleasure, his tongue now trailing all over across his bare torso.
He kept going, taking his sweet time to kiss every single one of Wonwoo’s moles, sucking his soft skin just to bite it relentlessly a moment later, a constellation of hickeys showing up on his abdomen as stars appearing in the night sky. He had to suck in a breath when Mingyu’s tongue went tracing the outline of the tattoo on his side, something he had always loved to do, one of the most intimate parts of him to which only Mingyu could have full access. He remembers the way he would always cherish those words written in ink on his skin, his fingertips retracing its design whenever he could while looking at it with the same innocence of a curious child, his sweet touch on the closest spot to his heart.
He took his face in the palm of his hands guiding him back up, Mingyu’s languid gaze was attentively watching Wonwoo’s expression with expectancy, curiosity, desire. The older boy kissed him again, not wasting any time before opening his mouth to him, an audible, pleased sigh coming out of Mingyu’s mouth in response; they were both leaning on the counter, Wonwoo’s knees getting weaker and weaker as the kiss deepened even more.
It didn’t take long before his shirt — finally — fell on the ground, followed by Mingyu’s tank top. They were close again, skin to skin, heart to heart.
“You’re just as sweet as I remembered.” Mingyu whispered, that same devilish smile still lingering on his pretty face, a string of saliva connecting their glossy, reddened lips. Wonwoo wanted to punch him and make out with him right after.
“Shut up.” Wonwoo retorts, his shaky hands struggling to undo his belt. Mingyu came to his rescue, his jeans now looser on his waist uncovering even more skin for the other boy to touch. That was it, they had reached a point of no return.
Wonwoo let out a surprised gasp when Mingyu’s knee went right between his thighs, pressing roughly against his already half-hard erection. It didn’t take long before Wonwoo started to move his hips, basically grinding himself on Mingyu much to his delight, already wanting more, needing more. He voiced his desire in soft mumbles, trying his best not to let himself get too lost in such overwhelming sensation, biting his or Mingyu’s lips to shush his moans.
He had missed this so badly. “So impatient already?” Mingyu kept teasing, his licks going up and down Wonwoo’s chest as he kept jerking off on his leg. All those clothes separating them were starting to annoy him.
“Haven’t I already told you to shut up— oh fuck ,” he was caught by surprise when Mingyu’s knee pushed so hard into him that Wonwoo was almost sitting on the countertop, head falling back, his breathing getting faster and faster. Mingyu enjoyed every second of it, fondly watching Wonwoo slowly losing his control under his expert touch.
The truth was that Mingyu was just as desperate as Wonwoo, although he tried his best to mask it behind his cocky face and sly remarks, or else the thought of pressing that call button not once, but twice just to hear his hyung’s voice, wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. He was eager to touch, to taste every centimeter of that body, making up for every week, every day, every hour they had spent away from each other.
“Mingyu..” Wonwoo was breathless, his eyes fluttered with every move. “ Mingyu .. bedroom..”
“I thought you liked doing it on the kitchen table.” Mingyu mocked, but he was already picking Wonwoo up in his arms, shuddering at the way the latter embraced him immediately in perfect motion, his legs crossed behind his back tightly. Wonwoo didn’t bother to answer, it was the truth anyways so there was no point in lying.
Before he knew he was sitting at the end of Mingyu’s bed, his legs spread wide as the other boy looked at him from above. He felt vulnerable, and he also was well aware of the fact that everything was perfectly readable on his doomed expression; as he sunk his fingers in the white bedsheets at his sides, he couldn’t help but to impatiently wait for what was about to come.
As Mingyu positioned himself between his thighs, still towering over Wonwoo, he didn’t waste a second before caressing his devoured mouth with his index and middle finger, a gentle brush that could mean nothing and everything at the same time. He pressed, parting Wonwoo’s lower and bottom lips, his fingertips getting wet as he made his way into his mouth, reaching the tip of his tongue, already twitching at the thought of replacing his own digits with something else. Something must’ve flickered in his eyes, because as Wonwoo let Mingyu play with his mouth, he went to palm his still clothed erection, greedily watching every one of Mingyu’s reactions at his hungry touch.
He swirled his tongue, once, twice around the digits, unable to suppress a quiet groan as he kept pumping his lips, right before letting them out with a loud pop, which only made Mingyu lose his last functioning brain cell. One of Wonwoo’s hand was wrapped around Mingyu’s wrist, his nails scratching the skin as he kept going, a part of him eager to leave marks on the other boy’s body — it was his way of being remembered, making sure his presence would still linger on Mingyu even when morning would come and he would not be there anymore.
Suddenly Mingyu was roughly kissing him again, lowering himself onto Wonwoo who let out a disappointed whine at the abrupt loss of his fingers. As the kiss deepened, with aching hearts racing in their chests, Wonwoo decided that he needed more, he needed to feel him everywhere; that’s why he didn’t waste a second more before lowering the band of Mingyu’s pants, bringing them down just enough so that he could take his hard dick between his fingers as a sharp noise came from the other boy, who tilted his head backwards already overwhelmed by such a simple touch.
Wonwoo spared Mingyu of a quick glance before launching at him, painfully, breathtakingly slow kisses being traced all over Mingyu’s pink tip. Mingyu was in ecstasy, his limbs on fire as Wonwoo kept going, his lips were now parted to take him in.
There were nights in which Wonwoo would abruptly wake up, his pajamas drenched in sweat, his aching erection begging for something he couldn’t have anymore, Mingyu’s face still lingering in his hazed mind as he was desperately trying to forget the wet dream he just had, making him feel thirteen all over again. So the way he was hungrily taking Mingyu in, letting him go deeper and deeper inside his mouth, was just another proof of the fact that he had missed this .
“I wish you could look at yourself right now.” He heard Mingyu say in a soft groan, goosebump spreading all over Wonwoo’s skin. If Wonwoo could’ve looked at himself he would’ve probably slapped himself for being so weak, so needy, so in love , going right back to his ex and sucking him off at the first given chance.
He hollowed his cheeks in response, his mind going blank as soon as Mingyu grabbed a chunk of his hair to keep him close, all worries sliding over him as sweet precum slid on his hot tongue. “ Hyung ..”
Wonwoo suppressed a smile, trying to focus on how hot and heavy Mingyu felt in his mouth, using his tongue to the best of his capacities. He pulled out for a second to breathe, offering Mingyu the most languid, teary-eyed look behind his foggy glasses, his plumped, aching lips never really breaking the contact almost as if in that moment his life depended on Mingyu’s dick.
Then he went back to business, taking every single inch of Mingyu into him, filling himself with his presence until he could feel the tip touching the back of his throbbing, burning throat. He looked at the boy standing between his legs, a single glance which hid every single one of Wonwoo’s most obscene, lewd intentions: he wanted more.
“You’ll never change.” Mingyu whispered, a satisfied smile adorning his lips as he positioned himself better in Wonwoo’s mouth before thrusting into him once and for all. Mingyu was never good at denying Wonwoo what he wanted. As he started to push, Wonwoo whined happily, butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Mingyu understanding him just by looking in his eyes, at the thought of their forever-bonded souls. If he wasn’t so busy getting his mouth fucked, he would’ve cried.
Wonwoo suppressed any negative feelings once again, burying them in the back of his mind as deep as Mingyu’s erection was in the back of his throat, then stabilizing himself by placing his hands on Mingyu’s naked lower body, his fingers sinking in his dimples of Venus. “You’re so good, so, so good for me ..”
They kept going, gentle, stubby hands caressing his flushed cheeks in a reassuring gesture while he could feel how hard Mingyu was holding back just to prevent Wonwoo from choking on him — for some reason his thoughtfulness hurt more than his crudeness, his soft touches crueler than his hard thrusts. Wonwoo wanted to sink deeper, to cry on Mingyu’s cock, let his loud, sulky, sad whines make every nerve in his body shake until they would reach his heart, tearing it apart just so he could stitch it right back up.
The speed increased, Wonwoo stayed still as Mingyu went on and on and on, his mind lost in pleasure. “Hyung.. close..”
That was enough to make Wonwoo act up, preventing Mingyu from pulling away — once again he was being too careful, not even letting himself come in his mouth. So Wonwoo pushed Mingyu’s hips further into himself, fully welcoming him into his messed up mouth. He could hear some swearing, unintelligible filth coming out of Mingyu’s lips whilst tears started spilling out of Wonwoo’s eyes, his head so dizzy, his lungs burning due to lack of air. It was a matter of seconds before Wonwoo’s mouth was filled with Mingyu’s cum, as disgustingly bittersweet as he remembered.
He could feel some dropping on his chin, Mingyu’s dazy look lingered on him as he swallowed. Satisfaction filled his body, the thrilling thought of what he just did making his limbs quiver as Mingyu sinked to his knees, pressing kisses on Wonwoo’s face, licking away tears and remaining traces of his own semen.
It all felt like a dream, one he didn't want to wake up from.
“You didn’t have to, do you know that?” Mingyu was blabbering between kisses, his hands placed to cup Wonwoo face. “I wanted to.” Wonwoo managed to say, his voice hoarse. He bit and sucked hungrily on Wonwoo's bottom lip, the latter couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of Mingyu being able to taste himself as the kiss deepened, but as much as he wanted to pull away he stayed still anyways, letting the other keep doing his thing.
“Let me return the favor.” Mingyu said, his tone was so deep, so sexy, enough to make Wonwoo shiver.
“Mingyu there’s no need-” he tried opposing, but was quickly shut by Mingyu’s hand clasping the bulge hiding in his jeans.
“It’s the least I can do for making you come over in the middle of the night.” to thank you for being here regardless of the fact that we have not spoken to each other in months, to thank you for letting me come in your mouth and making me feel so close to you, as if we’ve never been apart , was what Mingyu wanted to say. But he decided to bite his tongue instead, a shaky sigh leaving his body as his eyes lingered on Wonwoo’s pretty face, his glasses so dirty that Mingyu doubted he could see anything at all.
He took them off, much to Wonwoo’s confusion, so that he could wipe the lens with the end of his sheets — the only piece of fabric he could grasp at that moment —, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t do much but at least Wonwoo would finally be able to see something. Mingyu put them right back on the bridge of Wonwoo’s nose, whose — quite literally — fucked up lips were slightly parted in a shocked expression that only made Mingyu want to kiss him even more.
But he had more important business going on. So, without uttering a single word he leaned into him, pulling down both Wonwoo’s jeans — oh, how nicely they hugged his ass — and boxers, finally freeing his hard, leaking erection. A part of Mingyu was aware that it wouldn’t take much to make him cum, which only made him smile slyly as he eagerly licked the slit without a warning.
Wonwoo’s sharp whine came right after, one of his hands going up to his mouth in the desperate attempt of muffling his noises. “Keep your hands down pretty boy.” Mingyu ordered, drawing circles with his thumb on Wonwoo’s cherry-red tip, a simple touch that was just enough to make his legs feel like jelly. “I want to hear you. You have no reason to hold back, baby .”
And oh, Wonwoo completely lost it.
His back fell on the mattress, his eyes fixated on the ceiling as he felt Mingyu’s mouth all over him, all around him, making Wonwoo feel lightheaded, drunk on such intoxicating pleasure. His fingers gripped his hair tightly so that he could guide his impatient movement, the other hand clinging onto the sheets until his knuckles went white.
It was impossible not to arch his back as Mingyu kept going further and further, getting closer and closer and closer until Wonwoo could feel his lips touching the base of his dick. At this point Wonwoo was crying again, loud whines leaving his body as Mingyu grabbed his legs to push him forward, the back of his knees now resting on his broad shoulders. “Fuck, Mingyu-” he cried, soothing hands were massaging his hips trying to let him stay put on the mattress — as much as Mingyu was eager to deep-throat Wonwoo, he acknowledged that he couldn’t take it all for a long period of time without getting his gag reflex. He shamefully had to admit that he was never as good as the other was when it came to blowjobs.
“Please, please..” Mingyu knew Wonwoo was close because, for some reason, whenever the older boy was about to reach his orgasm he would get quieter instead of louder, his moans and pleas were nothing but mere whispers that were able to make Mingyu lose his sanity regardless. “Mingyu..”
“Tell me, hyung.” His voice came out softly, wet, his tongue still lingering on Wonwoo.
“Don’t make me say it,” Wonwoo gritted his teeth, hissing when Mingyu slapped his ass all of a sudden just to kiss it right away.
“Why not?” His mouth was on his hip bone, moving around and touching everywhere except where Wonwoo wanted to be touched. “I need to know what you want, or else how I can be good for my Wonwoo-hyung?”
“My God you’re so lame-” Wonwoo answered, his response being cut off by another loud slap. Mingyu was smiling, still waiting. “Please Mingyu, make me come.”
“Where, hyung?” He was fisting him again, making Wonwoo roll his eyes to the back of his head.
“I don’t care, Mingyu I don’t care just, please..” he cried out, his abused thighs brushing Mingyu’s cheeks as he went back to sucking him off while Wonwoo arched his back one last time, burying himself into his hot mouth.
As he reached his peak, with his spasmodic breathing and overworked body, Wonwoo couldn’t help but be grateful to be there, to have not listened to his best friends and their thoughtful advices, to have been so shamefully reckless, so utterly incautious, dumb, so stupid, so weak, so needy, so horny. Because nothing could’ve made him feel as the look on Mingyu’s face did, his long, dark lashes fluttering in such an innocent way as he swallowed Wonwoo’s release without a second thought.
Wonwoo sighed, suddenly feeling so tired yet not satisfied enough, the loss of Mingyu’s warmth left him yearning for more. Let the night pass by, let them be close one more time, because as the first rays of sunlight would start peeking through the curtains they would know that it would time to wake up from that dream.
“Does he know how to make you beg? Does he let you come in his mouth?” Mingyu was asking, his soft, ruined lips trailing all over Wonwoo’s marked skin, being now at the same level, eye to eye, heart to heart. Wonwoo shook his head, an amused smile resting on his face as he caressed Mingyu’s short hair.
“You’re so thick sometimes Kim Mingyu,” he bit the skin under his ear, his voice still shaky due to the orgasm he just had. “We didn’t fuck, God we barely kissed—” he cringed remembering the way he run away from that poor boy, leaving him in the middle of the dance floor without even sparing him one last glance. “I don’t even know his name, if I’m being honest. I.. I didn’t do anything with him, nor with anyone at all. Not in three whole months and I so fucking hate you for that.” He bit again, harder, a sharp hiss leaving Mingyu’s mouth.
His legs ached but that didn’t stop Wonwoo from making the other boy lay down, reversing their positions and pushing him down so that Wonwoo could sit on his lap, their eyes now locked. Mingyu gave him a puzzling look before responding. “How is any of that my fault?”
Oh, he really was so dense. “Because you are everywhere,” Wonwoo picked his face in his hands, pecking at Mingyu’s lips gently. You never left my heart , he wanted to say. “You are in everyone, yet no one is like you.”
It didn’t take Mingyu long before he was pushing Wonwoo down again for another kiss, so sweet, loving, slow and caring. It felt different yet so familiar, a memory from a past not so far away. Mingyu was embracing Wonwoo, his grip tight around his hips almost as if he was scared of letting him go, while his strawberry lips lingered on the other boy’s, his lifeline and his condemnation.
As they kept kissing, Wonwoo couldn’t resist moving his hip slightly, just enough to steal a moan out of Mingyu’s mouth, declaring his intentions and needs to him. Mingyu, who was perspicacious only when it came to sex, instantly got what Wonwoo was trying to communicate, lifting his hips up to make their already half hardened erection touch, the minimum amount of friction making both boys lose control over their own bodies.
“Hyung, do you-”
“Yes, yes please.”
And so Mingyu acted up, reaching to his nightstand to pick up lube and condoms.
Thank God Wonwoo cleaned himself before going out: he left the house with the intention of getting laid that night, he just didn’t think it would’ve been Kim Mingyu doing it.
Before he could fathom what was going on, he felt the other boy’s hands going south, their mouths still pressed against each other as Mingyu’s lubed fingers dipped inside him, the foreign touch making Wonwoo gasp for air — he didn’t lie when he said he didn’t have sex for weeks .
“Is it okay?” Mingyu asked, his tender look was enough to melt Wonwoo’s heart, who simply hummed in response; he didn’t want to say it burnt, his cheeks already going pink at the thought.
Mingyu started moving, slowly, painfully, watching how Wonwoo’s expression twitched at his every move. It took Wonwoo a couple of minutes to adjust himself to that feeling again, almost ten more when Mingyu added another digit, while he tried his best not to look as impatient and needy as he actually was.
“You’re doing good, so good.” Mingyu whispered, his every word vibrating on Wonwoo’s martyred skin, his praises being followed by a soothing kiss. Wonwoo found himself thinking again how cruel he was, treating him with such kindness after tearing his heart apart.
“Mingyu—” Wonwoo called, his body now ready for more, ready to be filled by his presence, his last act of service. “Gyu, enough— Please.”
And so Mingyu complied, rushing to put on a condom, his hands shaking for some inexplicable reason, giving that no one was as ready, as comfortable, as expert as him during sex. Wonwoo helped, never breaking the eye-contact as he slid his right hand on Mingyu’s erection, guiding it towards him just seconds later to align himself and let the other boy into himself, his heart aching as much as his lower body.
Wonwoo had to stabilize himself by gripping on Mingyu’s shoulder as the latter was now fully into him; he was paralyzed, almost scared of hurting Wonwoo, waiting patiently and making sure Wonwoo could get used to it before moving. Although it hurt, Wonwoo couldn’t think of a better feeling.
“Don’t act as if I’m made of porcelain all of a sudden, you wanted to fuck me so please, Mingyu-ah, do it.” Wonwoo whispered right on his lips, capturing them in a kiss while moving his hips forward; he could describe the sharp pain which followed right after as nothing but rewarding because seeing Mingyu’s hazy expression — his mouth agape, his eyes shut as if he was trying to savor that deep, engulfing sensation — was worth all of it. He did it once again, this time making sure that his dick would sink even deeper into himself, before Mingyu regained control over his own mind and body, abruptly gripping Wonwoo’s ass tightly to help him move on top of him in disconnected motions.
“You’re such a slut when it comes to this.” Mingyu says at a certain point, his hot mouth fixated on Wonwoo’s neck, another love bite added to the collection.
“Can you blame me?” Wonwoo responded, trying his best not to lose the pace. “I’ve been in abstinence for so goddamn long.” His words came out irregularly, rhythmically pronounced at every thrust.
“I haven’t fucked anyone in three months as well but you don’t see me begging so much.” Mingyu suddenly declares, his fingers sunk deep in Wonwoo’s back, keeping him as close as he possibly could. “Just admit you’re a slut for me, make your dongsaeng happy.”
Wonwoo didn’t think Mingyu realized what he just said. “Wait— What did you say?” Wonwoo had to stop himself, much to the other boy’s disappointment, trying his best to keep his cool while his ex boyfriend just admitted that he hadn’t slept with anyone else after him.
There was a part of him that did not believe him: Mingyu was the most desired boy in the whole campus, everyone knew him and almost everyone wanted him. So clearly the problem wasn’t not being able to find someone but rather not wanting to. But the question still lingered inside Wonwoo: why? He was the one who broke up with Wonwoo, he wasn’t the one with a broken heart — not as far as Wonwoo was concerned anyways — so why would he ever say something like that?
”I said you’re a slut. I also said that I haven’t slept with anyone either.” He seemed so casual about it, his dark eyes fixed on Wonwoo’s, making it clear that he had nothing to hide, it was the truth; he left a trail of sweet pecks all over Wonwoo’s chest, slowly going up until touching his lips with his own.
“Don’t lie to me.” He knew he wasn’t lying, but he couldn’t believe his ears.
“I have no reason to.” Mingyu simply says, his thumb caressing Wonwoo on the cheek. It wasn’t the most comfortable position given that Mingyu was still inside Wonwoo, as hard as ever; yet he seemed to pay no mind to the sudden loss of motion.
Wonwoo kept looking at him, his eyes sharp. “Then why?” He was scared to know the answer to that question, although it was the thing he wanted the most at that precise moment.
Mingyu smiled softly, making Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat — or two. “ Because you are everywhere. ” He whispered as his mouth left a kiss right on Wonwoo’s ribcage, at the exact height of his heart.
Seokmin was right, it had been a bad idea. The fucking worst idea he could ever have.
But it didn’t stop Wonwoo from picking up Mingyu’s face again, Wonwoo’s whole world resting right in the palm of his hands. They looked at each other as they could hear the first hummingbirds chirping in the background, a sign of the fact that the night was almost over; it took what felt like an eternity and just mere seconds at the same time, before their mouths were clasping again in a desperate kiss, Wonwoo’s hands scratching Mingyu’s shoulders to gain stability, Mingyu’s fingers on Wonwoo’s nape to prevent him from pulling away from that tender contact too soon.
As their lips kept racing each other, Mingyu managed to thrust his hips up once more, making Wonwoo feel so complete, so full, so at peace. They went back to their original pace, fast and unsynchronized, their limbs entangling as missing puzzle pieces that perfectly fit into each other.
Suddenly it was too much, everything so overwhelming. Wonwoo’ was panting, biting, kissing, caressing, scratching Mingyu as his life depended on it; Mingyu’s grip on him was starting to hurt, his hands not being able to hold back his strength, but once again Wonwoo couldn’t help but feel happy, that sweet pain made everything more real.
“Open up.” Mingyu ordered, both so close to their second orgasm of the night. Wonwoo already knew what was about to come, so he had to suppress a smile as he parted his bloody, bruised lips to let Mingyu spit in his mouth, while a jolt of pleasure went right through his body at the thought of having just done such a filthy, lewd action.
He swallowed eagerly, Wonwoo didn’t think it was much different from sharing saliva while kissing, both things so gross yet so exciting for some reason. “Good boy.” Mingyu groaned, as he licked away a stray tear rolling down Wonwoo’s face, before finally increasing their pace.
That was it. Wonwoo has vague memories of what came after that: he remembers sloppy kisses, hard thrusts, how his nakedness suddenly felt overpowering rather than shameful. He remembers bites, his soft moans, Mingyu’s swear words pronounced on his mouth as he kept pushing into him, always faster, always deeper.
He remembers his head falling backwards when Mingyu hit a specific spot inside of him, all of the pain replaced by nothing but pure pleasure. I missed this , he kept repeating to himself, his thoughts solely occupied by the boy who was making a mess out of him: Wonwoo did not lie, no one could ever fuck him as good as Mingyu does.
Then when Mingyu brushed his hand against Wonwoo’s tip, his thumb pressing onto his slit, everything went blank: with just a few more forceful thrusts, Wonwoo came for the second time in the span of an hour, his cum painting both of Mingyu’s and his stomachs, his shaking legs barely able to keep up with the other boy’s relentless pace.
“Come for me Mingyu-ah.”
And so Mingyu did.
His palm went gripping Wonwoo’s hair, his other hand firm on his ass, making his hyung jump up and down his erection once more before finally reaching his peak in a cry that made Wonwoo’s whole body shake.
They hugged as Mingyu tried to calm down his spasm while Wonwoo was still panting, every single one of his muscles burning as if they were made out of hell’s fire. It took a while to recollect themselves, both so physically exhausted that the only thing they managed to do was falling right back on the mattress, its softness engulfing them in a tender embrace.
Wonwoo was on his stomach, his eyes fixated on the boy next to him, his forehead sweaty, his lips swollen, honeycomb skin shining in the dim moonlight, his eyes were shut but Wonwoo knew he was awake. If times were different, they’d cuddle, Mingyu would be curled up on Wonwoo’s chest as he always was the most sensitive, needy one after sex, while the other boy would happily take him into his arms, whispering words of reassurance as they’d both slowly fall asleep.
But right now, after everything they had just done, a sudden feeling of realization washed over them.
“Did I hurt you?” Mingyu’s voice came to Wonwoo’s ears after a while, his now-opened eyes fixated on the ceiling. Please, please just look at me , the other boy thought.
Wonwoo let out a sigh, the air going through his lungs inexplicably felt so dense. “My ass is doing fine.” Which, of course, was not true; he was actually asking himself whether he would even be able to walk.
“I wasn’t talking about your ass, although I’m happy it is okay,” Mingyu clarified, leaving the other confused. “I was talking about that day. Did it hurt?”
Oh, so this is where the conversation was headed. That day .
“What do you think?” Wonwoo’s response came harshly, all the tenderness, his utter sweetness, gone for good. Because what a stupid fucking question, of course it did, it hurt like a bitch, to the point Wonwoo could barely eat, sleep, function as a normal human being, to the point he could barely get out of bed, a bed he didn’t even felt like his, because his bed was Mingyu’s, the one he was laying on in that exact moment, the one on which they had spent countless, sleepless night talking, fucking, cuddling, the one on which they’d made love to each other the first time, the one where they had slept together every single day for a whole year, after they had both decided that they sleep better when their limbs were entangled and the warmth coming from both their bodies kept them cozy, kept them safe.
Mingyu exhaled, already hyper-aware of how Wonwoo’s mood had shifted, being able to see right through him once more. “I’m sorry.”
Wonwoo lost it after that. He let out a bittersweet laugh, his aching body begging him to stay put, to postpone this hell of a conversation for later, but his mind was racing as he got up, scavenging around the room for his underwear. “You had your reasons.” His tone was icy, his head was throbbing. He suddenly felt the urge to call Jeonghan.
“Wait Wonwoo, where are you going?” Mingyu was finally looking at him, his voice sounded alarmed as he was watching Wonwoo putting his clothes right back on.
“It’s getting late.” Was his stupid answer, but if he was being honest he couldn’t give a lesser fuck. He was tired of this, of Mingyu, he just wanted to sleep.
“It was fucking late to begin with!” He got up too, quickly putting on a pair of boxers to cover himself. “Please, let’s just go to sleep. If you really want to get away from me you’ll go once you’ll get some rest.”
Wonwoo looked at him, his hard gaze scrutinizing the face of the love of his life as so many emotions started to flow through him altogether, making his eyes sting. He needed his glasses. Mingyu took them off again when they kept slipping ok Wonwoo’s nose, making it hard to kiss each other.
“I can’t.” I can’t because I cannot breathe near you, I can’t because if you keep looking at me I’ll cry . “My glasses, where are my glasses?”
“Hyung.” Wonwoo kept looking around, his pants loose on his waist — where did they even put his belt? “Wonwoo-hyung—“
”Mingyu please!” He screamed, making the younger boy shudder. It was a bad idea, after all. “Just give me my glasses. I need them.”
Mingyu complied, quietly picking Wonwoo’s specs from the nightstand and retrieving them to him. Wonwoo put them on, finally being able to see Mingyu’s face clearly, his lips curled downwards almost as if he was in pain.
“Please just let me talk.” He whispered, a quiet plea that made the other boy feel as heavy as a boulder.
Wonwoo passed a hand on his face in stress, they really shouldn’t have been doing that at such an ungodly hour, not after a sleepless night, not when both their bodies were so wrecked and the room still smelled of sex. The thought of the aftermath didn’t even cross Wonwoo’s mind, he just wished it would’ve been different. How stupid he was.
“You had three months to talk to me.”
“I thought it’d be better that way, giving us some time to think things through—” he tried explaining, but Wonwoo had to cut him off.
“Well Mingyu, you were wrong. Sure, maybe it has been better for you, but for me? Fuck—” he needed to punch a wall, or Mingyu’s face, it didn’t really matter. “I’ve been like shit, and you wouldn’t even look at me, you wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence while a was so desperate for you to just, I don’t know— To just spare me of a fucking glance?” His voice cracked, but he couldn’t care less. Let Mingyu witness the reality of his choices.
“You were always with Jeonghan, if I’d approach he would fucking chop my balls off!” He fought back, but Wonwoo saw red — How could he even bring up Jeonghan?
“Don’t bring Jeonghan into this.”
“Why not? Is he jealous? Does he know that you’re here right now?”
“He’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake!” They shouldn’t be screaming this loud at five in the morning, but none of them seemed to care about it.
“Then stop acting like he isn’t crazy about you! That man would fucking kill me if only he could get away with it!” Which was absolutely true, but there was no need to confirm Mingyu’s concerns.
They were in the living room now, Wonwoo obsessively pacing around trying to find the rest of his belongings — where did he even put his phone?
“Stop talking about things you don’t know shit about,” he finally got his belt but his hands were so shaky that it took him an absurd amount of time before successfully closing it around his waist. “He might be overprotective of me but if I were you I wouldn’t blame him.”
“Minghao is overprotective of me too but he doesn’t act like he does.”
“Because Minghao has no reason to hate me, not when you were the one who fucking broke up with me!” Wonwoo had stopped walking to finally face Mingyu, looking him right in the eyes. He wanted to slap him. He wanted to kiss him again.
He wanted to go back at the beginning of the night, he wished he could’ve lost his phone or broke it on the way to the club. He wanted to go back to their bed, fall asleep next to Mingyu, forget about everything, but for some reason he could not let it slide, as if weeks of suffering hit him right in the face all of a sudden.
Mingyu looked at him, his jaws clenched. “Things weren’t working out and you know it, Wonwoo—” he sighed, his dark circles now so noticeable as he was passing a hand through his hair. “We were fighting everyday, we were ruining everything, our relationship, our friendship. I was losing you—”
“So the most reasonable thing to do was break up with me then proceed to stop talking to me completely?” Wonwoo’s voice trembled, his eyes were glossy behind his glasses.
“I thought you’d be better off without me for some time.” Mingyu admitted, he looked just as exhausted as Wonwoo.
Wonwoo finished buttoning up his cropped shirt when he finally looked back at the other boy, a bitter smile adorning his face. “Well, look at us now.” He was putting on his shoes, he didn’t even bother to tie the strings before turning to face Mingyu one last time.
“Wonwoo, please don’t go.”
But it was too late.
“Goodnight Mingyu. Please don’t call me again, this was a mistake.” Wonwoo announced in the end, right before opening the door and shutting it behind him seconds later.
He was speed walking through the dorm hallway, running down the stairs to put as much pace between him and Kim Mingyu as possible — was there really a place that could be far away enough to free Wonwoo of his presence? He told him, just an hour prior to that whole mess of a fight, he was everywhere. So, although Wonwoo knew that wherever he would go, even if his legs kept running for hours, days or weeks, he still wouldn’t be far enough from Mingyu, he didn’t stop walking.
Morning breeze welcomed him as he got out of the building. His flushed cheeks freezed at the sudden change of temperature, aware of the fact that now, on his sensitive skin, used to Mingyu’s warm touch, burning hands, hot kisses, even a gentle gust of wind would be as cold as ice. The sky was clear, pink tones mixing to navy blue, the moon was still there although the sun was threatening to take over her place soon.
Wonwoo realized he was crying only when he felt something salty and wet touching his bruised lips. His head started to spin around, his breathing was cut short by unitermitted sobs and sharp, cold air entering his lungs with a stabbing sensation; he had to sit down.
His legs were sore, but he managed to sit on a sidewalk, his chin resting on his knees. He did this to himself. He wouldn’t blame his friends if they would decide they didn’t want to stay by his side after that night to help him go through all of this Mingyu-related-madness all over again.
Yet he found himself fidgeting with his phone, looking through his contact list quickly before hitting the call button.
It didn’t take long before Wonwoo could hear his hoarse voice coming from the other side of the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hyung..” Wonwoo muttered, his eyes wet.
“Just give me ten minutes, I’m picking you up,” Jeonghan simply responded, Wonwoo could hear keys rattling and the sudden shut of a door. “It’s going to be okay Won, don’t cry.” He says, right before hanging up.
It was too late for that. He was already a mess.