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There are hands touching him. He feels them graze over his skin like the world's most ineffective massage but they're warm and he's warm and it feels so fucking good.
Wonwoo can feel himself frown. He can't quite see, not in the darkness of the room combined with the lack of glasses on his face, but he can tell this person is bigger than him. He can also tell this person is very much naked.
Surprisingly he isn't put off by this completely bare, 6ft shadow. On the contrary, his body seems to like it. Very very much so. His hard on presses uncomfortably against his sweats and this shadow seems to sense that so he tugs Wonwoo's cock free of their cotton confines.
The next thing he feels are lips. Soft and wet, kissing him everywhere all at once, his neck, his face, his chest, his thighs. Everything seems to come to a pause when he feels a hot breath hovering over his cock. The slightest brush of lips against the head and he whimpers quite loudly. The shadow chuckles, something dark and familiar though Wonwoo can't quite pinpoint where he's heard it before.
That's all the warning he gets before searing heat envelops his cock and he throws his head back against the bed and moans.
Please he hears himself beg. His voice is distant, desperate, like a ringing in the back of his mind. It felt like he wasn't the one who said it at all. Please he begs once again.
Shadow man apparently finds this amusing. He laughs, lightheartedly, like Wonwoo told him a dad joke instead of asking for an orgasm. He still doesn't know where he's heard Shadow man's laugh from.
He doesn't have much time to mull it over before he feels something press against his hole. He moans, thrashing against the bed until the man pins him down by the hips, tutting in reprimand. Whatever it is that's pressing up against him, it's wet. And hot. So fucking hot he almost flinched away from it like he got burned.
"Do you want this?" Shadow man asks, the first thing he's said to Wonwoo all night. Wonwoo can feel himself nod enthusiastically, can hear himself say please give it to me before the shadow man enters him and they both groan in tandem. He feels huge, stretching Wonwoo's rim so wide, bulging his belly like he wasn't even human.
When the man starts moving, the whole bed shifts and creaks against the floor with how hard he's thrusting. Wonwoo moans, and can already feel his orgasm mounting all too soon. Despite that he can tell the shadow man is close too, so Wonwoo clings to his body, his heels digging into the man's back, hoping he'd do it harder, faster, deeper.
It feels so good he almost misses the man moaning his name as he's about to reach his peak. The shadow man is panting, loudly, breathily, like this was the hardest workout he's ever done. The man's voice comes out muffled, as if underwater but as he gets closer and closer to the edge it becomes clear.
Wonwoo comes with a loud and satisfied moan while the shadow man moans his name, forehead resting against Wonwoo's, deep chocolate eyes meeting his own. The man's canines are on display as he groans into the space between them, his big hands holding onto Wonwoo's thigh sure to leave a bruise. Then the man's face comes into view. Familiar swoop of black hair, sharp jawline, pink lips-
"Wonwoo-hyung"
Wonwoo is shocked into consciousness, a gasp leaving him as he comes in his pants and a breathy "Mingyu" leaves his lips.
It takes him a full minute to realize what he's done. Shit.
******
"You're awake?" Wonwoo startles at the sudden voice behind him he almost drops the detergent he was holding.
Mingyu is quick to steady him. Sturdy hands cupping his elbows from behind as if guiding him to steady himself. Wonwoo tries not to flinch away from the touch.
Mingyu peers over his shoulder, "Why are you doing laundry at 8 in the morning?"
Because I came in my pants like a teenager thinking about you railing me into the mattress.
He changes the subject instead, "Why are you awake?" He shoots back. Not the smartest diversion but he usually isn't awake this early in the morning so forgive him if his tactics aren't that great.
"I just came back from my workout. I'm usually awake this early, actually. The question is why are you?"
Wonwoo tries not to purse his lip but he can't quite think of a valid excuse that could get Mingyu off his back. Instead, his still half asleep brain wanders to Mingyu's attire. He's wearing some athletic shorts that cut just above his knees, showing off his strong legs. His usual shirt that seems to put emphasis on his bulky arms and stretches across the expanse of his chest. Wonwoo tries not to drool, reminding himself that this was Mingyu's normal attire, that Mingyu does not look delicious when he sweats, that no Wonwoo do not get a hard on thinking about Mingyu fucking you against the wall.
A cool hand rests against his heated forehead, he fights himself to not lean into the touch.
"You're a bit warm, hyung. Maybe you should rest a bit more. I'll make you some breakfast after I shower." And with that, Mingyu leaves, thankfully leaving Wonwoo to gather his thoughts by himself. He tries to calm his racing heart, his mind working a mile a minute at this point, trying to figure out what it all means.
Why was he now suddenly severely attracted to Mingyu? Was this a long time coming but Wonwoo had not foreseen it? Since when did this sudden attraction start? Or maybe he's just sexually frustrated? Maybe his brain got so fed up with his lack of action it started latching onto the closest person in proximity and manifested sex dreams about them?
"Hyung."
Wonwoo doesn't startle as bad as the first time but he jolted enough for Mingyu to find the need to steady him by the waist. He turns around to ask Mingyu what he wanted but the words die in his throat when his eyes make contact with Mingyu's very naked chest. He absolutely does not ogle, especially not when he realizes Mingyu was only wearing a towel, hung very very low on his waist.
"Can you wash these too?" Mingyu asks, handing him the sweaty workout clothes the younger had been previously wearing. Wonwoo can only purse his lips and nod numbly. Mingyu's hand finds its way on his forehead again, and Mingyu hums thoughtfully, "I'll make you some tea too."
He does not watch Mingyu's broad back as he walks away towards the bathroom. He does not take a sniff of Mingyu's laundry before snapping himself out of it and shoving the clothes into the washing machine. He does not fantasise about Mingyu and him having sex on different surfaces of their shared apartment the rest of the day. He definitely does not do any of that.
******
"Stop! Stop, stop!" Soonyoung yells over the music. One of the managers switches off the song. Soonyoung turns, stomps his way over to Wonwoo, weaving between backup dancers and members. "Wonwoo! What's going on with you today? You've missed the counts six times already! I could forgive you if this was your first time doing this song but it isn't! You were doing just fine last week, what the hell happened?"
Wonwoo can only hang his head in shame as Soonyoung reprimands him. It wasn't like it wasn't true. Ever since his incident he has been off his game lately. He hasn't even played games to be honest. He's been so scattered brained during practices too. Missing his cue, forgetting steps to songs they've performed a million times before, spacing out. He's honestly surprised Soonyoung hasn't kicked him out of the practice room.
"It's not his fault, hyung." Mingyu intercepts when Soonyoung's berating turns a tad louder. Soonyoung turns his furious gaze at the younger, who doesn't falter under it. Mingyu's arm somehow makes its way around his waist. Wonwoo pretends he doesn't feel his face run hot at the contact. "Wonwoo-hyung has been pretty warm lately. I think he might be getting sick. Feel his forehead."
Soonyoung does, clicking his tongue after he's done, his tone a bit softer now, "Aish, if you're sick you tell us! Why the hell are you still practicing if you can barely function, huh? Go to the doctor or something! I knew you needed someone to take care of you but to this degree? You're acting like a person who just debuted and you didn't think telling us you weren't feeling well was an optio-?"
"That's enough, Soonyoung." Seungcheol snaps suddenly, standing between the two of them. "Go cool off. Now."
Soonyoung clicks his tongue again, stepping out of the practice room.
"Someone go after him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Seungcheol commands, Jeonghan and Jihoon already following in Soonyoung's steps.
Seungcheol sighs after that, requesting for one of the managers to get Wonwoo some cold medicine after he feels his forehead. Mingyu hands him some water as Seungcheol pulls him gently to the side, "Soonyoung has been on edge lately. It's not your fault, okay? I'll talk to him later and make sure he apologizes. For now you should go home and rest."
Wonwoo can only nod, a measly, "Sorry, hyung…." leaving him as Seungcheol is about to walk away.
"It's not your fault, Wonwoo-ah."
Practice for him is cut short but not for the rest of the team. He feels guilt bubbling up inside as he settles on his bed. The members and staff have worked tirelessly for this comeback for months. It isn't fair Wonwoo gets to go home under the pretense that he's sick when in reality he's just too gay to function.
He sighs, flopping down on the bed. Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't touched himself in months. Too busy with schedules and recording. All the tension bubbling probably just needs to be released, right?
Wonwoo gets up and opens the door quietly, calling out to Mingyu to make sure the younger one isn't home. When he gets no response, he gingerly locks the door and settles down in the middle of his bed.
He awkwardly fumbles with his pants and pulls his cock out, still soft now. He tries stroking himself, making a tight circle with his palm and moving it along his shaft up and down but nothing happens. He does it for a full minute before realizing he's not getting hard at all.
Groaning, he flops down on the bed again. What is he doing? What's wrong with him? He can't even masturbate right anymore. He should just shower and go to bed like he originally intended to do. Sleep solves all of his problems.
As he unlocks the door, he catches sight of Mingyu's laundry in front of his room. The younger had probably intended to wash it after he got home, it reminded Wonwoo that he needed to wash his clothes too.
He's about to make his way towards the bathroom when he sees Mingyu's button up a little ways away from the basket. Probably intended to be thrown into said basket, but Mingyu has terrible aim. As he picks it up, he can't help but notice how big it is. Don't get him wrong, Wonwoo is big himself. He prides himself in his pretty strong arms and substantially sized chest. But Mingyu, in comparison, is bigger in all aspects.
He's bulkier, maybe by only a few inches but it's enough for Wonwoo to wonder what the shirt would look like on him. Maybe he has a size kink?
Before he thinks too hard about it, he snatches up the shirt, rushes to his bedroom and locks the door.
Wonwoo sheds his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers, he quickly puts the shirt on, carefully buttoning it up. Once he's done he assesses himself in the mirror. The dress shirt falls lightly to his mid thigh, just shy of covering his boxers entirely. The sleeves display only the tips of his fingers as his arms rest against his sides. The translucent material is definitely too big on him, definitely well worn too considering how soft it is in comparison to the stage suits he often wears.
Mingyu's shirt is big. It hides what little curves he has but he can't help but notice how it accentuates the length of his pale legs. Because of practice, his hair is sticking in every direction, his face flushing slightly at the realisation that it looks like he just got fucked.
With a gasp, he realizes he's hard. Length throbbing in his boxers he can't help but reach out and free himself, shuddering when his palm makes contact with the sensitive skin.
Shit, seriously? This is what got him going? Wearing his dongsaengs shirt and realising it makes him look like he got fucked? Maybe all that tension really needed to be released after all.
As he strokes himself against the mirror, he can't help but think of what Mingyu would say if he saw him. Would he be disgusted? Mad? Aroused, maybe? Would Mingyu give him the dark look he wears on stage? The look he gives when he's seducing the fans, though with minimal effort, effective nonetheless?
His knees are wobbly from the thoughts racing through his mind. Can't help thinking of Mingyu touching him, everywhere, all over, just like in his dream. Mingyu behind him, praising him for how beautiful he looks, how good he looks in his shirt. Rutting against his ass, pressing his hard length through Wonwoo's crevices, snaking a helping hand to grip Wonwoo's erection too.
How Mingyu would whisper in his ear, grip his hair, bite him and kiss him everywhere. He moans at that thought, working his hand faster, so close to the edge he can taste it on his tongue. Fuck, he's close. But jerking off isn't quite cutting it, so brings his free hand to his mouth, leans against the mirror for support. Once he's coated his fingers with what he deems as enough saliva, he brings his hand behind him, pets a finger over his hole before inserting it hurriedly.
A moan rips through his throat as his digits enter him. It soothes the knots building up in his stomach, but doesn't quite take the edge off, the tips of his fingers just shy of reaching his prostate. He realizes the difficulty of his current position, so he quickly takes his fingers out, positioning himself on his bed instead, rummaging through his drawee to find an old bottle of lube. He hasn't used it in a while, the lid slightly crusty from the dried up substance, but it will do for the time being.
He pours some lube over two of his fingers, tossing the bottle aside and getting his knees under himself. It's easier to reach his prostate this time when his fingers enter him but it's easy to get a cramp in this position. He wonders if he should get a toy. He doesn't think about it too hard though as he works his fingers in and out of himself. Muffling his moans in the crook of his arm, he catches a whiff of Mingyu's cologne, a moan rocking through him as he indulges himself, just a little bit, imagining if Mingyu was here.
He rides his fingers harder at the thought of the younger watching him chase his pleasure. How Mingyu would groan deeply at the sight of him, all panting and messy, trying desperately to reach his edge.
He whines into the room, moans Mingyu's name into the air as if he could hear him, something high pitch and desperate. He's close, so fucking close he can taste it on his tongue. He bites into the sleeve, his hands behind him moving at an animalistic pace, crooking his fingers inside him, whining when he hits his prostate dead on.
"Mingyu," Wonwoo moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he finally comes into his sheets, shuddering as he gets down from his high.
He's still panting into his pillow when he realizes he hears the beeping sound of their apartment door opening. He scrambles up at the realization that Mingyu was home. And knowing Mingyu, especially now with the excuse that he was sick, he would probably check on him and grow suspicious of his locked door.
He quickly fumbles for the wet tissues on his bedside table, wiping his hands of excess lube. Thankfully there isn't any cum on the shirt but he can't say the same for his sheets. He'll just have to wipe it away for now and cover it with a blanket or something.
"Hyung?" Mingyu's voice calls down the hall. He searches for his pants on the floor frantically, forgoing his underwear as that's soiled too.
As he's putting it on, he hears knocking on his door.
"Hyung? You awake? Can I come in?"
"No!" He screams, a tad too loud that even he flinches. He clears his throat after, "I'm uh, naked!" Great job, Wonwoo, way to go.
"Oh." He hears the shuffle of feet, the crinkle of plastic, "I have some soup for you. I'll leave it in the fridge, you can eat it when you're ready, okay?"
"Okay…" Wonwoo manages to croak out. Mingyu tells him he's going to shower and Wonwoo doesn't move until he hears the tell-tale sound of the shower running down the hall. He sighs heavily.
He quickly slips into the kitchen to retrieve the soup and just as quickly goes back into his room. After he set the food down, he strips his bed of the dirty sheets, putting them and his soiled pants and underwear near the door, promising to wash them later.
It's only after he's finished his food and slipped into bed for the night that he hears a knock at his door again. He doesn't freak out this time, at least, so he clears his throat and tells them to come in.
Mingyu peeks his head in first, pausing for a second before fully coming into the room.
"Are you going to sleep?" He asks quietly.
Wonwoo only responds with a nod and a yawn, Mingyu chuckles at that.
"Did you eat your meds?"
"No."
Mingyu only sighs, sitting beside him on the bed, handing him some pills and water Wonwoo didn't realize he was holding. "You need to take care of yourself better, hyung. I'm not always gonna be around, y'know." Mingyu scolds, not unkindly. "Finish the water too."
Wonwoo only takes the pills obediently, swallowing them in one go, burping suddenly once he finishes the water.
Mingyu snorts in surprise, taking the cup from him. "You're so cute, Wonwoo." Mingyu says. Wonwoo doesn't comment on his drop of formality.
"How are you feeling now?" The younger asks, feeling his forehead.
"I'm fine."
Mingyu hums, "Soonyoung-hyung is sorry, y'know. He didn't mean what he said."
"I know."
Mingyu purses his lips at that. Giving him a once over, Wonwoo tries not to burn under his gaze. They settle into silence, the only sound in the room the ticking of the clock on the wall. Silences are usually never awkward for Wonwoo, (who is silent by nature) and they are especially never awkward with Mingyu. Take away the small urge to suck Mingyu's dick and this is any normal Thursday night for them. Small urge.
"You want to talk about it?" Mingyu asks, breaking the silence.
Wonwoo swallows, "Talk about what?"
"Why you've been acting weird around me for the past two days?" Mingyu sighs, "I brushed it off at first because I knew you were sick but I don't know, Wonwoo. You've been looking at me weird."
Wonwoo prides himself in a lot of things. Subtlety for one. If he's angry, he does so quietly. If he's sad, he takes it in silence and powers on through. If he's happy, he would have the smallest of his smiles on his face and continue his day. Apparently this does not apply to when he's horny. Because of course Wonwoo stared at Mingyu. Dead on dead stare that freaked everyone out. Mingyu notices, because of course he would. And of course he would only smile, only a little hesitantly, at Wonwoo before continuing what he had been doing.
"I just have a lot on my mind." He mutters.
Mingyu doesn't seem to accept this answer but doesnt question it further, which he is grateful for.
"Okay," he sighs, "If we're not talking about why you're looking at me like you want to murder me, how about we talk about why you have my shirt on your chair?"
Like he said, Wonwoo prides himself in the art of subtlety. It's what makes him such a good actor, according to fans. But when something catches him off guard, something he didn't know was in the cards, something he didn't know would be brought up, he can't help but react.
Mingyu's shirt is hanging off his computer chair, thrown there as an afterthought. He had been so frazzled in making sure he had pants on and that he looked presentable enough he didn't look like he had been masturbating, he had totally forgotten what turned him on in the first place.
Wonwoo turns his head to look back at him so fast he hears his neck crack. The older gapes, "I'm- I ran out of clothes! I- forgot to do laundry." He explains hurriedly.
"But that shirt is from my laundry."
Absolutely fuck Kim Mingyu and his clean freakiness and impeccable memory, honestly. If he'd been a better liar like Jeonghan or Joshua, maybe he'd be able to get out of this. If he was as hot-headed as Seungcheol and Seungkwan, he'd do everything in his power to prove Mingyu wrong. Maybe if Mingyu had been someone else, maybe if the real reason he's wearing the youngers shirt wasn't so embarrassing, maybe if every thought he had didn't lead directly to Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu.
But Mingyu is Mingyu and in the decade they've known each other, Mingyu is patient. Violently so it hurts Wonwoo if he thinks too hard about it. And because Mingyu is patient, kind, loving, Mingyu, he accepts Wonwoo's silence as the only answer he's gonna get and leaves the room with Wonwoo's empty dishes and his dirty laundry by the door.
And because Mingyu is Mingyu he comes back not a second later with some of his own clean clothes and hands them to Wonwoo, instructing Wonwoo to put it on and hand the dirty clothes to him so he can wash it in the morning. Because Mingyu is Mingyu, he checks on Wonwoo one last time before he goes to sleep, wishing him a good night, tucking him in bed and kissing him on the head absentmindedly before leaving.
And because Wonwoo is Wonwoo, he thinks about the kiss for the rest of the night without catching a wink of sleep.
He needs to deal with his Mingyu problem ASAP.
******
They say if all else fails, seek your closest friends for comfort and advice. Because the people who you're the most comfortable with should be the people who know you best.
Apparently his best friend's don't know him at all.
"Just suck his dick and get it over with!" Soonyoung groans from where he was laying on the couch. "Why are we still talking about it as if that isn't the only conclusion?"
"The conclusion I want is how to get rid of these-" Wonwoo waves a hand in the air vaguely, "-thoughts. Sucking his dick is out of the question."
"Then I'm out of ideas!" Soonyoung cries.
Here's the thing. Talking to Soonyoung about his…dilemma wasn't in his plan. Originally, he'd do with his thoughts what he does with all of them, deal with it in silence, don't let it affect his work. But it's hard.
He sees Mingyu practically 24/7, living with him, working with him, shopping with him, avoiding him would only grow suspicion. Besides, Wonwoo's logic was if you see someone everyday, you'll eventually grow tired of them and the thoughts will go away. Backfired immediately. Instead of going away, his lust for the younger only seemed to grow stronger. Something Wonwoo had not foreseen.
Eventually he reached a boiling point and snapped.
2 weeks into him getting dreams about Mingyu practically every night, he finally seeked out his friends so he can vent about his, frankly unwanted, desires. Unfortunately for him, he has unreliable friends.
That doesn't stop him from finding himself in Jihoon's studio, Jihoon himself at his computer clicking and clacking away on his keyboard, Jun asleep on one end of the couch and Soonyoung on his phone on the other.
"Get it out of your system? Have you tried thinking about anyone else aside from Mingyu?" Jihoon pipes up without looking at him.
Wonwoo considers this. He tries, to think of anyone else in the despicable positions he keeps putting Mingyu in in his dreams. From fellow members to friends to hyungs, he comes up empty and fairly disgusted at the thought.
"Or maybe…." Soonyoung starts, "Go to a club! Get loose! Go home with someone. You're handsome enough to have a one night stand, aren't you? Find yourself a man with big tiddies. Treat yourself."
Not a disastrous idea, he had to admit. He's clearly stressed, and masturbating in Mingyu's hoodies don't seem to be cutting it. Finding someone else to sleep with will have to be the solution, surely.
"You should talk to the hyungs." Jun mumbles, seemingly still asleep. The man opens his eyes just a slither to throw a sideways glance at him, "Jeonghan-hyung has great advice." He finishes before slipping his eyes shut once again and rolling over to face the back of the couch
.
"Hey! That's not a bad idea!" Soonyoung chirps, sitting up, "Who else would be good at giving relationship advice if nor our resident OTP and matchmaker themselves?"
Wonwoo hums at that, considering.
"What's OTP?" Jihoon asks offhandedly, Wonwoo notices how he seems to pay attention in full detail despite nor looking up at Wonwoo or Jun all night. Lovestruck fool.
"One True Pairing! Like soulmates!"
"But I don't want to be in a relationship with Mingyu," Wonwoo finally says.
"They could give you advice on how to not be in a relationship with Mingyu. Just because they helped Seungkwan and Vernon and Jisoo and Seokmin. Speaking of, you should talk to them too. They might give you better insight."
Wonwoo stares at Soonyoung for a moment, frowning, "Why are you giving good advice all of a sudden? Are you sick?"
Soonyoung merely giggles when Wonwoo puts a hand to his forehead.
"You should talk to them on Tuesday. That's when everyone is out of the dorms and they're usually home." Jihoon inputs.
"I think I just might."
******
Tuesday doesn't come as soon as he hoped. It seemed since his little chat with his friends, the dreams have seeped into real life daydreams where he would stare at Mingyu's back while the latter cooked and imagined what it would look like without a shirt on.
He finds Jeonghan and Seungcheol curled up in bed, watching some show on Seungcheol's phone while Jeonghan's head rested on the elders chest, tracing patterns onto the skin.
They sit up straight when they see him, Jeonghan barely protesting when Seungcheol drags him up the bed to rest against the headboard.
"Wonu-yah," Jeonghans says,"What brings you here?" despite his surprised tone, he looks anything but.
He fiddles with his hands in the doorway, debating whether he should ask them for help or not. It's embarrassing to say the least. Jeonghan and Seungcheol might be the best people to ask for help but they are somehow simultaneously the worst.
With 4 years under their belt, they're relationship is what the members could only dream of having, especially with them being the 2 oldest, they share an unspeakable understanding that comes with more than a decades worth of friendship.
They also come with some kind of freakish sidekick synergy where they just non-verbally understand each other. Able to communicate an entire conversation with just a look from across the room. Kind of like Soonyoung and Jihoon. Only their relationship transgressed into something beyond a working relationship or a close friendship. They're practically married and moved in together judging by the amount of Jeonghan's things absolutely infesting Seungcheol room.
Neither seem to care though based on how they're pressed together leaving no room for Jesus.
"I need some advice on something….personal." Wonwoo says.
They both make a 'go on gesture' and Wonwoo inhales deeply. "It's a…recurring dream involving one of the members."
Seungcheol nods in understanding, "Is this the reason you've been acting off for the past few weeks?"
"I….more or less, yes."
The older ones sigh in exasperation, Jeonghan leans forward, "Wonwoo, you can't bottle up your feelings like that. It's not doing anyone any good. I know you're not really one for feelings but we're your hyungs! You can trust us with anything!"
"Even if we tease you about it."
Jeonghan nods in agreement, "Even then. Do you want to tell us about the dream? Was it one of those dying dreams again? Seungkwan has been getting a lot of those?" Jeonghan asks genuinely, concern lacing his tone.
"N-no! It's....not that. It's...." He pauses, looks at at both Seungcheol and Jeonghans worried faces, before flushing "....a wet dream."
There is a dreadfully long silence. He can tell they're shocked. I mean, Wonwoo isn't conservative. But he hasn't asked them for advice this personal since pre-debut and after about a decades worth of independence, he comes to them about something so…..out of character?
"Oh." He doesn't look up, but he can sense them shifting on the bed, doing that freaking psychic communication thing before Jeonghan clears his throat.
"Wonwoo-yah," Jeonghan calls gently, "it's natural to feel that way about people you admire or look up to. Feelings get confused and-"
He snaps his head up, mortified. "It wasn't about you!" He nearly yells.
The three of them startle so bad the bed creaks loudly with their combined weight. They hear Soonyoung's voice outside yelling "Gross! It's in the middle of the day!" Before quite ensues once again.
Seungcheol this time, clears his throat, "Who was it about then, Wonwoo-ah?"
He looks away, can feel his face turning a furious shade of red. He thinks about it. Thinks about telling them who its about. The mortifying information that they will never let him live down and thinks about how he could do without that. But then he thinks about how tired he is and how he just wants this to be over with, before he inhales deeply and says, "...Mingyu"
******
Just do it. That was their fucking advice. After months of debating and frankly torturing himself with how disgusting he feels thinking about his dongsaeng like that, the hyungs advice is simply just, "Do it."
But what is it? What needed to be done for his torture to end?
"Do it! Do him! Make the first move, Wonwoo. Who knows, maybe he won't be as opposed to it as you think." Jeonghan had said with a smirk, followed by a wink.
Okay. First move. Sort of like engaging the enemy first so his teammates can ambush them right? Lure them into a trap that they are guaranteed to fall into. Like a duelist in valorant! He can be Jett. He can hop around the map and get an ace. He's great at that.
Wednesday finds him hunched over his laptop with three bottles in his system, searching up "How to seduce your friend/bandmate into sleeping with you" but then quickly backtracked and changed it to "How to seduce someone".
Initiate touch.
Yeah. He can do that. He and Mingyu…touch all the time? There was the occasional hand holding after performances….or when Mingyu wants to lead him somewhere. Or Mingyu cleaning the corners of his lips with his thumb because he got sauce on it. He can….touch Mingyu. Definitely. Duelist brain.
Wear revealing clothing.
Right. Shorts are revealing right? Good enough. But then again, Mingyu's seen him in short practically everyday, so maybe not? He feels lingeries aren't really made for people of his build but how the hell is he just supposed to wear a lingerie around the house?
Be confident.
Sure. He can be confident. This is just like performing. Put on an act. Confident. Seductive. Wonwoo on stage and not off stage. Totally not chickening out. Convincingly sexy.
After another hour of research that practically leads him nowhere he finally decides to call it a night. Maybe he needs to sleep on it. Let a refreshed brain think up seduction ideas instead of coffee and alcohol induced mush.
A message from Jeonghan catches his attention.
Did you do it yet?
He replies with a curt, no. But is surprised his phone rings with a call from Jeonghan not a second later.
"Hyung-?"
"JUST GET ON THAT DICK AND RIDE THAT BITCH!"
"Soonyoung? What are you doing with hyungs phone..?"
"I'M WALLOWING IN MY MISERIES BUT ITS NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU WONWOO! JUST DO IT ALREADY!"
"Soonyoung! What are you doing with my-?"
"Oops gotta go! BYE WONW-!"
Odd. Very odd. Soonyoung was definitely drunk so he probably shouldn't pay much heed to drunken advices. However tempted he is to do so….
…would Mingyu be opposed to it though? If Wonwoo came onto him would he be disgusted and push him away? Or would he welcome the older presence with open arms? How would he look at him? With disgust? Terror? ….wonder?
He finds himself in front of Mingyu's door not a second later, staring at the wood paneling as if the material personally offended him somehow.
What is he doing?
He can hear some low music coming from the youngers room, the light being filtered through the bottom of the door, a clear indication that he is awake.
He opens the door before rationality gets to him.
Mingyu is on his desk chair, hunched over his computer, working on something with such intent Wonwoo was sure he'd have missed Wonwoo's presence if not for the door slamming when he opened it. He's dressed in a soft hoodie and some sweats, working glasses perched on the edge of his nose defeating their very purpose as he leans into the screen.
Mingyu looks at him with surprise. Then confusion. Then mild fear as Wonwoo walks up to him all without saying a word.
"You okay, hyung?"
As he stands over the younger, looking down at his slightly lopsided smile and soft gaze he really just thinks fuck it before clamoring on the youngers lap, grabbing his face and smashing their lips together.
Oh. He thinks, Mingyu's lips are very…Mingyu. Full, round and slightly chapped.
He isn't met by resistance when he closes the distance between them. In fact, he isn't met by much of anything for a few solid seconds and Wonwoo worries he has ruined their friendship beyond repair. Mingyu is stiff beneath him. Frozen like a deer caught in headlights, as if his brain is still catching up to what his body is doing. That is until two hands snake around his waist, shoves him higher up the youngers lap and kisses him with more intent and intensity than Wonwoo had expected.
Mingyu's mouth moves against him in sync, eagerness evident by his constant need to be closer, hiking Wonwoo higher and higher up his lap until the older was pinned against his chest. He wiggles in the youngers lap, hoping to find a more comfortable position but the hands on his waist tightens, Mingyu groaning against his lips.
"Fuck. Don't do that." Mingyu says, panting.
It takes him a second to realize why.
Oh. Mingyu is…hard.
He can feel the offending appendage poking his inner thigh through his pants, hot and big even through the layers of fabric.
Did...he do that? Is Mingyu hard because of him?
All of a sudden it feels all too real. That he's actually on Mingyu's lap, that the younger is actually trailing kisses down the side of his neck, that both of them are hard. He feels like his lungs are about to burst out of his chest at any moment, can feel his heart stop beating for far too many beats.
Mingyu notices him tensing, pulls away from a mark on his neck to look at Wonwoo.
"Hyung.. are you…okay?" He asks, face scrunching in concern.
"I-"
He doesn't get to finish his sentence when Mingyu's phone starts ringing loudly on his table. Wonwoo only has half a second of Mingyu getting distracted before he scrambles off of the youngers lap, darts across the hall to his own room and slams the door shut, ignoring Mingyu calling after him.
What the fuck did he do?