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The worried steps run down the hallway, his shiny shoes making the hurried sounds echo through the place. His blood was boiling, sweat poking through every pore in his skin, big circles forming under his arms. He was worried sick.
“Excuse me, sir! Have you seen Kim Mingyu?! The racer!” His voice is loud, it slips under every crack of every door on his left as he stops yet another unknowing soul in the hall. But he is only given another head shake.
It’s as if the idiot disappeared from the face of the earth.
“No, I can’t find him! Yes, I’m aware the press conference is in fifteen minutes, boss!” He yells over the phone as the man keeps raising his voice at him.
He runs down the hallway and turns left still attempting to find him before the start. Before he has to be there and talk to a bunch of reporters they can no longer turn around.
“God, Kim Mingyu! I hope you suffer this much!”
Those words get under the cracks of the storage room, just as a bucket is kicked over. Hands on the collar of his black jacket, pinned against the door by it. He feels the warm air on his chapped lips, eyes rolling as his name echoes through the hallway for the third time since he had locked the door. He chases after the lips of the only man he is scared of losing to, as he pushes him further against the wood behind him.
“What’s got you so eager today?”
“Stop dragging this out,” he says through his teeth, pissed off by the other. “I have to leave soon, they are already panicking outside.”
He just laughs at him.
He lifts his hands up to his slim wrists in an attempt to pull his hands off of his collar but gets surprised by the pair of lips being pressed against his in a hurry as he gets slammed back against the door. His head hits hard against it, making him hiss into the kiss.
It makes Wonwoo laugh again.
Jeon Wonwoo. Such a big name in the racing community. One of the top racers in the country and the one Mingyu had to face off every time. He was a year older than him, yet he started his career around the same time. Ever since then the two have been painted as rivals, every single news article would make them look like they hate each other. Somewhere along the line, Mingyu began despising him as well. Maybe it was the fact he always came second to him. He was tired of losing constantly. The feelings seemed mutual, every time he was met with Wonwoo’s sharp gaze it would follow with a string of sharp provocations he knew would piss off Mingyu even more. He knew how to pull at his strings perfectly.
Guess, the mutual dislike fueled their desire for each other. Mingyu isn’t sure why he agreed to have such a relationship as this one. He wasn’t sex crazed, he wasn’t into one night stands. A celebration in their hotel after the race, he yet again came second to Jeon, who wouldn’t stop mentioning it to him all night long. Saying “Ah, don’t worry my little brother, you will win one day.” in a mocking way, causing him to drink more than enough complimentary drinks, just so he wouldn’t have to punch him and cause a scene for his manager to clean up later. He left early, because he thought he was responsible, and then met his favorite racer in the hallway.
“What did he say?” Wonwoo looks up as if he thinking, trying to remember. “Fifteen minutes until the press conference, isn’t it? Then how long do we have?”
Mingyu takes in a sharp breath, rolling his eyes still holding Wonwoo’s wrists. Older’s leg was in between his, his thigh pushing on his crotch. He grips his left hand tighter, Wonwoo can’t help but loosen his grip on the collar of his promotional jacket. He twists his wrist to look at his expensive watch. He remembers reading a post on Twitter, about how the watch was one of a kind and how Wonwoo was wearing such a piece as if it was a cheap thing. He looks at the time, a smug smile on his lips as he looks at the other.
“I think it’s better if I just get you off because we don’t have enough time.”
Wonwoo’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek at what he was implying to. No man liked to be humiliated about how long they are able to last. He was mocking him to piss him off, get the hate to sip through, and make this time more fun for them. And it was working well for him. Because Wonwoo’s thigh presses harder against him, making him hiss in pain. But he was still dragging it out, rubbing his thigh against his clothed dick, kissing everywhere but his lips, fighting him to be able to hold him pressed against the door.
“Don’t you have to be there as well?” Mingyu asks, his hands slipping to Wonwoo’s waist.
His waist was small, yet his shoulders were so broad, it didn’t make sense. Wonwoo was so delicate for a racer. He would’ve done so much better in any other field of work. Maybe modeling, gay porn perhaps as well. His hips do wonders when he is on top. Mingyu would watch him if he was in one, but he prefers being able to touch and fuck him instead.
“No, I’m in the second group.”
“Fuck you.” Mingyu hisses, managing to free himself from Wonwoo’s hold.
Wonwoo’s tongue clicks as he pushes him back, pinning him instead against the racks behind him.
“Is that a promise or are you begging?”
He shuts him up by pressing his lips against Wonwoo’s, licking at his bottom one until he lets him slip his tongue past his lips inside of his mouth. Wonwoo’s hands are cold when they move up to hold his neck. He does that often and Mingyu sometimes expects him to choke him to death, however, he is yet to try such a thing. He liked to hold Wonwoo’s waist, squeeze his sides, and wrap his arms around it as he lifts him up. It was satisfactory for him and his mind was at peace whenever he got a chance to hold him like this.
Wonwoo was the one who pulls away, wiping his lips and chin with the back of his hand as he look Mingyu dead in the eyes. He slowly sinks down onto his knees, onto the dirty floor, knowing damn well his black pants would get all dusty from it. His slender fingers, nails perfectly manicured for a racer, unbutton his pants, pulling his zipper down. He stops to take off his watch from his wrist, handing it up to Mingyu. He guesses it’s to check on time because Mingyu wasn’t wearing one. He was either concerned Mingyu would be late or more likely just wished to prove he wouldn’t last more than couple of minutes. Which Mingyu is sure he wouldn’t. Wonwoo’s mouth around his cock was heaven if he had ever seen one.
It makes his cock involuntarily twitch as soon as Wonwoo pulls down his pants and underwear, pulling it out. He holds it at the base, his tongue poking out to kitten lick his tip shily as if Mingyu doesn’t know how good he is with his mouth. He places the watch on his right wrist, causing Wonwoo to raise his brow up at him but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he opens his mouth, wrapping his pretty lips around the tip of his cock. Mingyu’s knees buckle a little, his right hand gripping the metal rack behind Wonwoo as the left one falls onto the older’s head. He is still taking his sweet time, slowly taking Mingyu’s cock down his throat inch by inch, dragging it out as if Mingyu had all the time in the world. But he doesn't.
So instead he grabs the back of Wonwoo’s head, pushing his cock down his throat. He hears him gag, by the unexpected roughness, his clean hands gripping Mingyu’s legs.
“You sound so much better when you are gagging on my cock than when you are talking.” He laughs as he pulls away to let Wonwoo take in a desperate breath of air.
He looks up, frowning, more at the fact Mingyu pushed his head like that than at the words. He liked when Mingyu tells him such degrading things. One of the few reasons he even decided to fuck his track rival in the first place.
He licks his lips, opening his mouth again and this time letting Mingyu grip a full fist of his dirty blond hair and push his cock down his throat again. He liked when Minygu was so rough with him, trying to get off quickly and just leaving him there. It was weirdly satisfying for him. Mingyu is sure it was a blessing the other didn’t have a gag reflex when he fucked his throat, he liked it rough and messy. Not that he would mind if Wonwoo did have one.
He grunts loudly, the rack behind him shaking as he fucks other racer’s throat. For second Wonwoo isn’t human to him, he is just a toy to get his stress out on. He even forgets to pull his cock out to let him breathe until he feels his nails dig into the back of his thighs. Tears are streaming down Wonwoo’s rosy cheeks, he is drooling so much as he looks up at him angrily.
“Asshole,” he whispers, his voice rough. Mingyu ruined his vocal cords yet again.
Mingyu just chuckles at him, grabbing his hair again and pushing his cock past his lips. Surprisingly there’s no protest on Wonwoo’s side, he just lets him do as he wishes. He is rougher this time, his eyes glued onto the watch on his wrist as the seconds tick away. He has less than five minutes before the conference starts. Of course, this time they split them up. Their managers and all of their teams are trying their best to never let the two interact and show off how much they hate each other. It’s not really fun to see their bickering on the front page of every sports magazine in the country.
A bottle of cleaning product falls near Wonwoo’s legs from the rack. The smell of bleach fills their nostrils, and both of them just laugh.
“Hurry up, big boy, you will be late. So irresponsible.”
Mingyu rolls his eyes at the other’s words. He was well aware that time was ticking and he was taking too long. So instead of fucking his throat again, he lets Wonwoo suck him off. Do his magic on his cock, make him come faster. When his tongue licks around his tip, slides along the slit and makes his thighs shake with pure pleasure. Wonwoo was good at this, lucky is the bastard who thought him how to suck a dick. He must have had fun teaching him what feels good.
“Fuck, Wonwoo.” he groans, tugging on his hair.
Wonwoo doesn’t budge, he lets him come in his mouth, down his throat as he swallows around his cock. It makes Mingyu’s eyes roll into the back of his head, a whine slipping past his lips. He is dazed still from one of the best orgasms he had, but his eyes move to the watch on his wrist. He had less than five minutes to be on the podium, he can’t even enjoy the bliss a minute more.
The other is still catching his breath, sitting down on his feet, wiping his chin and cheeks. His lips look bruised, his face so beautiful after all the tears that ran down. Mingyu zips up his pants but swears he gets hard again just from looking at Wonwoo like that.
“I’ll return the favor after the race.” He says in a hurry as he attempts to fix his hair and unlock the door at the same time.
“Oh, you are gonna give me a blowjob to congratulate me on winning first place again?” Wonwoo gets up, dusting off his pants, and laughs at him mockingly.
“Who said you will win again?”
“Please, I never lose. Not to you at least.”
The tip of his tongue licks his top lip slowly as he observes Mingyu’s rage in his big eyes. He likes to poke at the fact he always comes second to him. But Mingyu doesn’t have time for his insults so he just leaves the storage room, leaving him behind like a common hooker he picked up. But it’s their usual routine, Wonwoo isn’t even offended but rather feels like he won a round of their little fights again. He was much better with words than Mingyu will ever be.
He was better at everything.
“Where the hell were you?!” his manager yells at him as he arrives mere seconds before the press conference starts. “Poor Seungmin was looking into mouse holes for you, you asshole.”
“I’m here now, am I not?”
“Why the fuck do you smell like you were cleaning the toilets?” The yells follow after him as he walks toward the other racers.
He winks at his manager as he gets to his spot on the podium between two other racers. Mingyu doesn’t even know their names, but all of them knew who he was. He is the youngest among them, yet he has more trophies than half of them put together. Granted most of them were in second place, lost to Wonwoo. Only first ones he has when Wonwoo wasn’t racing. There are many reasons why he hates him, most of them are fueled by what the media was saying about the two of them. His manager tried his best to ration with him and told him this rivalry isn’t good for his reputation. Perhaps he should stop reading every article about Wonwoo and himself that comes out.
The press conference is quick, filled with boring typical questions and no reporter brings Wonwoo for the first time. Maybe because they were split up this time and Wonwoo wasn’t there. They couldn’t taunt him as well when his rival wasn’t with him. But Wonwoo is there when he gets off the podium and walks back to Seungmin. He is there standing next to a small woman, who is clenching the tablet to her chest. Cho, he remembers her, she is Wonwoo’s trusted assistant. She has caught the two of them more times than all three could count. Wonwoo said she has already threatened to quit multiple times if he doesn’t stop making her job harder. Yet she was still here. Mingyu didn’t like her much.
Wonwoo’s hair is all styled up again, his cheeks are no longer flushed and covered with tears. His lips are no longer bruised, however, Mingyu can still hear the raspiness in his voice. It makes him smirk, pride bubbling in his chest as he walks past the two of them.
He doesn’t expect a hand to firmly grab his forearm and pull him back. He frowns instantly when he is met with Wonwoo’s eyes scanning his face as if they weren’t making out twenty minutes ago in the small storage room like they were in their teens.
“What the fuck do you want, Jeon? Kiss good luck?” He whispers into his face, trying to pull his left arm from the tight hold.
For someone so scrawny, Wonwoo was too strong.
“Are you that desperate for my attention, Mingyu?” He says, his hand sliding down his arm to his wrist.
Mingyu looks down as he unbuckles the watch from his wrist, completely forgetting he was wearing it, mentally cursing himself out. Wonwoo doesn’t say anything as he takes back the watch he gave him, both of them panicking slightly as the eyes of other competitors move up and down their bodies. Both of them made a very slight mistake, almost unnoticeable by everyone. He could’ve let him wear it until the end when they meet up after the race to celebrate their wins. Why must he do this so publicly?
He watches Wonwoo from the side as he answers questions, smiling sweetly and letting others talk as well. He was so nice. Nicer than Mingyu when it came to his fellow racers. Perhaps that’s why they liked him more. Mingyu was too…arrogant for the media. He saw himself as better than anyone else. He even claims he is better than Wonwoo, who somehow always beats him in the last second of the race.
And today was no different.
He had to stand at the second-place podium again as Jeon Wonwoo held the trophy for first place next to him. He had to pose with his rival with a big smile on his face as Wonwoo’s hand squeezed his shoulder tightly, the beds of his fingers digging deep into his flesh, the same way they did hours earlier in that storage room. He hates him.
He hates him so much that he waits for him to finish signing pictures of himself, cutouts from the magazines, and taking pictures with his fans. A lot of young girls seemed to be enjoying racing lately. He watched him from the inside of the hotel bar, through the tall window. Other racers are already drunk and in bed or halfway home. And Mingyu was there, waiting for Wonwoo to finish his fan entertainment outside of their hotel.
“Another one?” the bartender steals his attention for what feels like a second as he pours him another drink and when he turns his head to the window again Jeon Wonwoo is gone.
“Are you guys like friends?”
Mingyu smiles at the man across from him, drying off tall beer glasses.
“I know media likes to make stuff up, you two seem like good friends.” He winks at him, and Mingyu can’t help but chuckle at it.
“You could say we are kind of friends.”
…☕︎︎....✍︎︎
After the third knock at the hotel door, they finally opened. No, more like just slightly crack open, enough that he can see a blond head of hair poke through, with his round glasses as a smile spreads across his lips.
“What took you so long?”
The hallway is empty, it’s just the two of them when Mingyu enters the room and leaves the silence of the hotel hall behind him. Wonwoo watches him take off his jacket as he locks the doors, soft click echoes through the room. He is wearing a black sweater, sleeves rolled up above his elbows, and his hair was wet from coming out of the shower. Glasses and sweatpants.
He wets his dry lips, his throat feels like it’s closing up. They don’t break eye contact, not for a second. No words spoken between them for so long, he isn’t sure what he could say at his point anymore. His shirt feels like it’s choking him. Wonwoo takes a step closer, and then another still not saying anything to him. Not until he is so close to him, Mingyu can feel his hot breath on his lips.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.” He whispers as his fingers trace down Mingyu’s jawline, his lips hovering about his own.
However, Mingyu pulls away, chuckling breathlessly as he shakes his head in disapproval of that.
“Who said you would be fucking me tonight?” He asks.
“Well, you owe me one,” Wonwoo smiles, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I won.”
“You always win. That’s stupid.”
“Oh, so you don’t want to get fucked by me, Kim Mingyu?”
Mingyu bites the inside of his cheek, knowing once Wonwoo sets something for himself, Mingyu won’t be able to change his mind.
So he complies with his request.
Just this once.
He lets Wonwoo push him onto the bed, he lets him kiss him all over the body. His cold hands slip under his shirt, his skin shivers from the contact as the older takes it off. His lips never miss an opportunity to kiss, lick or nibble at his skin. Every touch makes it feel like he is burning up. Wonwoo’s hands reach up his torso, to his chest. In the last few times they’ve been together Mingyu noticed Wonwoo enjoyed playing with his chest. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.
Wonwoo’s fingertips were always freezing whenever he touched his nipples, he pinches them and rubs them between his two fingers. Mingyu’s back pressed against the backrest of Wonwoo’s bed, his lips hovering above Mingyu’s. His damp hair tickles his forehead. Mingyu leans just a bit closer in an attempt to peck Wonwoo’s lips, expecting him to move away. Wonwoo lets him, however, have one peck before he just smiles at him. The tight-lipped smile, Mingyu likes so much.
He isn’t sure if his nipples are hard from the merciless twisting of his sensitive buds or the coldness but he knows with each pinch he could feel pleasure shoot down to his crotch. He whimpers before he can attempt to hide the sweet sounds he made. It makes Wonwoo smirk at him.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Are you going to keep touching me all night or are you going to keep your promise?” Mingyu grunts, his hands reaching up to grab Wonwoo’s wrists.
“Promise? What promise?” He chuckles as he sits back on Mingyu’s lap. “The one where I said I would blow your back out?”
Mingyu rolls his eyes, and instead of bickering pointlessly with his big ego, he opts to take off Wonwoo’s sweater and throw it to the side of the bed. Wonwoo gets up to get the lube and condoms from his bag on the floor which gives Mingyu just enough to take off his pants. Of course, Wonwoo’s first response is to tease him about it.
“You are so excited, can’t wait for my cock.”
“Please shut up.”
Wonwoo laughs again as if he was enjoying this too much. It wasn’t like it usually was, maybe he was drunk tonight.
“Here, prepare yourself.” He throws him the bottle as he takes off his sweatpants. No underwear, of course.
“I always take care of you nicely when I top.” Mingyu clicks his tongue, opening the bottle cap.
“I thought you wanted this done quickly, big boy.”
“I never said I was going to open myself up for you.”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes, climbing up on the bed and forcefully grabbing Mingyu’s wrist to take the small bottle out of his hold. Mingyu licks his teeth, and presses his chapped lips together, never breaking eye contact with Wonwoo as he pours the sticky liquid onto his hand. He kneels in between Mingyu’s legs, his hand moving to his cock, wrapping at the base of it and moving it up as he leans closer. Kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck, his teeth sinking softly into the flesh of his neck. He hates when Wonwoo does that. Because Mingyu wasn’t allowed to leave any unnecessary marks on Wonwoo’s pale, delicate body.
Wonwoo's hand is still stroking his cock, slowly. The lube makes it slide so easily. He lifts his head up to peck Mingyu’s lips, once, twice…before he removes his hand and wipes it on Mingyu’s lower stomach, making his skin sticky.
“You are an ass.” Mingyu hisses.
“Turn around.”
Surprisingly, he listens quickly. As soon as Wonwoo moves away, Mingyu turns around to lie on his stomach instead, lifting his ass up. He pulls the pillow close to his chest, burying his face into it. The mattress moves under him with Wonwoo, as he moves closer to him. He feels his hand on his right butt cheek, pushing his nose deeper into the pillow. He could smell Wonwoo’s scent on it, making him relax a bit. Wonwoo rubs his butt slowly, squeezing it. He could feel the older’s eyes on him, his hole and it made his ears heat up.
The lube was cold when Wonwoo poured it on his hole. His finger slowly rubs it over the ring of muscles, before he slowly pushes one finger inside of him. Mingyu bites his bottom lip. Wonwoo moves his finger slowly inside of him, in and out, as he slowly curls his fingers inside of him. Mingyu hated how Wonwoo was still dragging it out too much. The second finger felt a bit more strange but Wonwoo was letting him get used to the feeling before he started moving them.
Mingyu liked the way Wonwoo was finger fucking him, stretching him nicely. It was first time Wonwoo agreed to prepare him like this. Other times he would agree to bottom, after long bickering who was going to top, Mingyu had to take care of everything.
“Do you think you can take me now?”
Mingyu nods his head, turning it to look at Wonwoo over his shoulder.
“It’s not like you are that big.”
He turns his head back before he could see look on Wonwoo’s face. He can hear the faint sound of a small packet opening. He arches his back just a bit, feeling Wonwoo’s tip rub against his hole. Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, but Mingyu knows in his head he is just calling him eager.
“Breathe for me, okay?”
He wants to tell him to shut up, to stop being so soft with him but the breathy moan stops him as Wonwoo pushes his cock inside of him, in one go bottoming out. His whole body stiffens and he hugs the pillow closer to his chest. The muscles of his arms flex so much, he can feel the cramping as Wonwoo’s hands rub his arms.
“You aren’t breathing.”
“Fuck you.”
Wonwoo doesn’t wait for him to get used to having something inside of him, instead, he starts moving and letting him get adjusted as he goes. His thrusts were hard and deep, so deep inside of him, he could feel his insides burning up. Mingyu couldn’t help but moan at every thrust. Wonwoo was groaning and grunting into his ear as he held tightly to his upper arms, pinning him down further into the mattress. At first, it was painful, he couldn’t get used to this. He felt as if he was tearing apart. There was no reassurance from Wonwoo anymore, there was nothing. But eventually, Mingyu started to feel good. And his whimpers of pain turned into sounds of pleasure. Wonwoo could tell, as he kissed his cheek and shoulder.
Mingyu is gripping the pillow so tightly he might rip it apart as the other racer slams his cock deeper inside of him. His hips moving faster, his teeth sinking into his skin ever so often, driving him insane. He isn’t used to being treated like this, but he could get used to falling apart under Wonwoo like this.
“Please…”
“Oh? Are you begging now?”
“Harder…make me…” He is cut off by a thrust that sends shivers down his spine and makes him moan louder.
Anyone could hear them. The walls probably weren’t that thick. He should’ve checked beforehand.
“Say my name,” Wonwoo whispers into his ear.
But Mingyu would never do that. He hated saying his name. He hates his name.
“Say it…tell me who is making you feel this good.”
No.
But he doesn’t expect Wonwoo to slow down, to soften his thrusts, to stay still inside of him. Make him whine in protest and move his hips to get some kind of friction.
He was desperate to come. So desperate.
“No…” He whines, shaking his head as he arches his back into Wonwoo more.
“Say my name and I’ll make you come undone for me, baby.”
Mingyu whines, his face buried in the pillow he was holding so tightly. Wonwoo moves his hips just slightly, pushing his cock deeper into him, making him gasp for air.
He wanted it. He wanted to come so badly. He needed Wonwoo to make him come. Make him feel better about losing today, make him forget.
“W-Wonwoo please, please make me come.”
“What was that?” He teases him and successfully makes him whine again.
“Wonwoo is making me feel so good!” He yells, almost at the top of his lungs before he buries his face into the pillow again.
He guesses that was enough as the other pushes him down into the mattress again, his thrusts a lot meaner. It makes Mingyu’s mind melt. He didn’t know being in such a position could make him feel so good. He always dreaded bottoming, he never came and had to receive a complimentary blowjob from Wonwoo. However, tonight was different. Maybe he was just too drunk, or upset. Or both.
“You are clenching so tightly around my cock, baby, you aren’t even letting me move.”
Don’t call me baby. Don’t say those words.
But he could only whine at those exact words as his mind was screaming at him. Wonwoo rarely calls him nicknames during sex, it was refreshing.
“Are you going to come for me?”
Mingyu isn’t sure he even finished that sentence before he spilled all over the white hotel sheets, his thighs and body shaking from the impact of coming completely undone, as his cock gets pressed between his body and the sheets.
He isn’t sure if Wonwoo fills up the condom inside of him or comes on his back. Too exhausted to care. But he knows when Wonwoo pulls out, leaving him a gaping mess, needing to be filled up again in his fogged up filthy mind.
Wonwoo is kind enough to clean him up, just a little with some paper towels, and leaves him be on the bed, laying in the pool of his own sticky cum. Cheek pressed against the pillow, rethinking his life choices at that second.
“Are you going to stay there all night?” Wonwoo asks as he returns from taking a shower, Mingyu can tell from the smell of peaches that follows after him.
“I can’t move.”
“Oh? Are you okay?” Mingyu is silent, waiting for a comment to follow up on his fake concern. “Did I really blow your back out?” There it is.
“Fuck you,” Mingyu hisses back. “You can stay in my room because I can’t be bothered…”
“No,” Wonwoo says, sitting down on the bed next to Mingyu. “Imagine Chan's face when he finds me in your bed.”
“Seungmin.”
“What?” Wonwoo raises a brow at Mingyu’s words.
“Seungmin. Chan is on leave because of health issues.”
“Oh? Is he okay?”
Mingyu nods: “He will be hopefully. Seungmin is a replacement until he is back.”
Another oh slips his lips and he nods his head.
“You can stay here. I don’t mind cuddling with you, big teddy bear.”
“Gross.”
He laughs again.
Mingyu hates that laugh. It’s deep and loud, and it fills Mingyu’s ears, making him unable to finally fall asleep after the tiring day.
“Go take a shower, you are gross and sticky.” He says just as Mingyu closes his eyes.
“I don’t want to.” He almost whines out his words, too sleepy to care about how he should act.
It was his first time falling asleep next to Wonwoo. He guesses the other had never seen him this exhausted, ready to fall asleep any second. He was fighting sleep as Wonwoo kept nagging him to shower. He doesn’t remember how he agreed to it, but the shower manage to wake him up enough to lay in Wonwoo's bed, still awake. Wonwoo lets him stare for a minute too long. He isn't sure why he didn't pick himself up and left. Sleep comfortably in his own bed. Instead he was still here, looking at his sex buddy, the guy he claims hates but sleeps around with for fun, thinking how peaceful he looked just sitting beside him, scrolling through his phone.
"Hey, Wonwoo..." Something compelles him to speak up, disturb the perfect silence between them. "Do you think we could be friends one day?"
The other racer tilts his head to the side as if he is thinking about that proposition. Being friends, seems so weird now that he looks at it. There was no way of taking it back anyone and he dreads the answer Wonwoo has.
"Friends? I think we passed “just friends” phase about fifteen fucks ago.” He says with a pretty serious voice.