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Seungmin was bored.
Chan had insisted that they all attend this party, some stupid event to celebrate an anniversary of the company, and he hadn’t budged even when Seungmin broke out his best set of puppy eyes. He’s more annoyed that Chan hadn’t yielded immediately to his charm than he is about being here.
The only good thing about the party was the alcohol. Seungmin had amused himself for the first hour just by watching Jisung get redder and redder in the face even as he denied it vehemently, insisting that he wasn’t a lightweight. But Jisung wasn’t being a very good source of entertainment anymore, since he had collapsed on one of the couches in the room after his second drink and was now staring blankly at the ceiling, not responding to anything Hyunjin was saying to him as the older boy talked his ear off, also a couple drinks in.
The party was being hosted at the company itself, in some lounge room that Seungmin hadn’t even known about. The worst part is that it had started relatively early too, which meant Seungmin had had to come straight after his vocal practice and hadn’t been home yet since this morning. He wanted a shower, and he wanted a proper dinner as well. The party food just wasn’t cutting it.
He tried to pass the time by drinking more, figured that if he could at least get drunk then maybe the night would pass a little quicker, but it wasn’t as fun now that he was alone. Jisung and Hyunjin had both left, and Felix had abandoned him as well once he got a little tipsy. He’d made a beeline for Jeongin and Changbin and was now glued to the latter’s side as he chatted to some of their producers, small fingers kneading into the impressive muscle of his arm.
Seungmin downed the last of the drink that was in his hand. He didn’t even know what it was since Hyunjin had ordered at the bar for him (really, since when did their company have a lounge room complete with a bar?). It tasted alright though, good enough that the one he’d just finished had been his third, and he was definitely past the tipsy stage already, a pleasant buzz in his head as he surveyed the place from where he was standing at a table in the corner.
Chan had made a full lap of the room by now, talking to anyone with ears. Seungmin watched as he made a brief stop to check on Hyunjin and Jisung on the couch before moving on. Speaking of, Jisung had left a full drink on the table, one that he’d gotten for himself but they had stopped him from drinking since it was clear the man was already plenty drunk and they didn’t want him doing anything too embarrassing since they were technically surrounded by their coworkers and staff.
Seungmin grabbed the drink, and was shocked when he took a sip, finding it much stronger than he’d anticipated. What on earth could Jisung have ordered? Seungmin kept drinking it, though, and probably faster than he should have, especially considering he hadn’t had any water since after his first drink.
His eyes roamed the room again as he sipped at the drink, eventually settling on Minho who was also alone, standing at another table at the other end of the room. Unlike Seungmin, he had had time to go home before coming here, and he had clearly made a bit of an effort in his outfit. While usually the man preferred comfort over fashion and was mainly found in shorts or sweatpants, tonight he had put on one of his nicer pairs of jeans. They were tighter than he would normally wear, at least off the stage, and Seungmin couldn’t help himself as his eyes were naturally drawn down to the man’s ass where it was very nicely filling out his pants.
He stared for a minute, the alcohol in his system making him much more shameless and uncaring than he would regularly be. Finally he dragged his eyes up, but only to find that his boyfriend had also chosen a tighter shirt, and then he was staring again.
Minho, luckily, didn’t notice. Just like Seungmin, he was watching the room, but he wasn’t looking in his direction so Seungmin let himself look for a bit longer.
His eyes found their way downwards again, this time a little lower as he admired Minho’s thighs. He’d been going to the gym recently and it was showing. It made Seungmin almost giddy, knowing how strong the other man had got, how easily he’d be able to control him.
Minho had shown off his strength only a couple days ago, when he and Seungmin had found themselves alone at the dorm. Seungmin had been pissing him off purposely by following him around while he’d been trying to cook. He had stolen cooking utensils, moved ingredients around, and prodded at Minho while he was trying to focus on measuring until the man had abandoned his cooking altogether and hauled him to the corner for a timeout before bending him over the counter and fucking his brains out.
He had sat on the couch while Seungmin was on his knees in the corner for his timeout in just a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt (Chan’s t-shirt he was pretty sure). Seungmin’s eyes had been glued to his thighs the whole night, even through the entirety of his aftercare and still after that.
Minho had noticed, of course. His second oldest boyfriend always seemed to know everything he was thinking. He had talked about his thighs while he’d been fucking Seungmin over the counter, about how the next time Seungmin was with him in puppyspace Minho was going to make him hump them. “Like the pathetic puppy we all know you are,” he had said. Seungmin had come less than a minute after that.
Present Seungmin looked down to find that he had almost finished Jisung’s drink, and the buzz in his head had gotten louder. The music playing in the room sounded distorted, and he could no longer make out any of the lyrics even though he knew they were all in Korean. When he tried to stand up a little straighter he got immediately dizzy, and had to place a hand on the table to stop himself from tipping to the side. There was only a little left in the glass, though, so he figured he might as well finish it off.
He leaned carefully against the table as he continued to drink, still thinking about that night with Minho. He couldn’t wait until the next time he slipped into puppyspace, knowing that he would go right to Minho when it happened and demand the man go through with his promise.
Warmth spread through him at the thought, but it wasn’t entirely sexual. The thought of being in puppyspace with Minho was so comforting. His boyfriend liked to be mean to him, to tease him and make him hurt and cry, but he was different when Seungmin was a puppy. He still liked to tease him, liked to get him a little desperate, but it was a different kind of teasing. It was much more fond. Seungmin was always too gone to notice the way Minho looked at him when he was a puppy, but there were several pieces of photo and video proof, so Seungmin knew about the adoring look in his eye that his puppy side brought out in the man.
Minho was also responsible for a large amount of his puppy items, him and Jeongin probably tying for who spent the most money on him. He had bones, stuffed toys, human friendly treats, as well as several pairs of puppy ears, three different tail plugs, a toy shaped gag, and too many collars to count, though his favorite would always be the first one he had ever gotten.
Jeongin had given it to him, back when he was the only one Seungmin would slip into puppyspace with. A simple black piece of leather and a small silver tag with “Seungminnie” engraved on it.
Minho used that collar with him often since he knew it was his favorite, but he also liked to use the ones he had bought himself. One in particular, Minho’s personal favorite, he had gotten engraved. The front of the tag said “Seungminnie” just like his other collar, but on the backside Minho had engraved his own name and phone number. It sent a shiver down Seungmin’s spine every time he saw it, the blatant claim Minho had put on the collar always making his heart swoop.
Something Minho was very talented at was figuring out what kind of puppyspace he was in, because sometimes it was sexual and sometimes it wasn’t. Minho was always so quick to guage whether Seungmin wanted to be degraded and made to cry until Minho fucked it better, or whether he wanted to curl up on his big puppy bed for a couple hours, maybe enjoy some head scratches or belly rubs.
Minho knew the exact spot on his head he liked to be scratched at, right below his ear, and he reached up absent mindedly to scratch it himself. Maybe tonight he could sneak into the man’s bed and get some scratches before they fell asleep?
Maybe he could bring his bone with him, he thought. Maybe as soon as he got home he would go looking in Jeongin’s room for his box of toys and bring one to bed with him where Minho would be waiting to rub his belly until he fell asleep.
And maybe, just maybe, if Seungmin wasn’t feeling quite tired enough to fall asleep yet, Minho could help tire him out a little bit. Maybe he would press him into the bed, give Seungmin the pressure he loved so much and feed him his cock until he settled down. Until Minho had used him so thoroughly he had no choice but to slip into sleep.
Seungmin could feel his underwear getting tighter as his blood rushed south at the thoughts swimming around his head. Thankfully he was wearing loose pants, and (though he would grumble about it anytime it was pointed out to him) his dick wasn’t exactly big enough to be noticeable, even when fully hard.
He stared even more forcefully at Minho, but it was getting harder to think. He was properly drunk now, leaning on the table fully as he continued to fantasize. Would Minho grab him by the hair? Tell him he was a naughty puppy and he needed to make it up to his hyung? Or maybe he would ignore him, pay him no mind until he was begging for just a sliver of attention.
He didn’t want to be ignored, though, and a pout started to form on his lips. Why was Minho ignoring him? He’d been looking at the man for several minutes and he had never glanced his way, not even once. Was he doing it on purpose? Was he trying to make Seungmin upset? Well, it was working.
He huffed and stood up properly, though he swayed considerably. Minho shouldn’t be allowed to ignore him like this. He was his puppy! And he should be honored to have a pup as good as Seungmin. In fact, Seungmin thought, he should go over and make Minho pay attention to him.
But just then someone bumped into him and he looked away from Minho just in time for that someone to apologize before making their way back into the crowd of people.
Wait…Seungmin blinked rapidly in confusion, swiveling his head around to take in his surroundings.
…Where was he?
This wasn’t home…and home was where he always was when he was a puppy, so something must be wrong here. Why were there so many people? So many people that he didn’t know or recognize? So many people that weren’t the seven specific people he felt comfortable with?
He looked back at Minho. Why had he left him alone surrounded by all these strangers? Didn’t he know that Seungmin was just a puppy, that he was vulnerable and scared by himself? Why had his hyung brought him here, this strange place filled with strange people, when he should be at home where it was safe?
With a new sense of urgency, he started walking over to the man, made difficult by the way he struggled to stay in a straight line. His legs felt foreign to him, but that makes sense, actually. He was a puppy, wasn’t he? And puppies didn’t walk on two feet so no wonder it felt strange to him. Still, he was halfway there at that point so he kept going.
He had to walk around several people to get to him, and he kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Did these people know he was a puppy? Was it obvious to them? He was half expecting someone to stop him, to ask what a puppy was doing at this event and what he was doing unsupervised.
Finally, he reached Minho. He nearly crashed into the man who was taken by surprise since he had still been looking the other way. He whipped his head around to stare at Seungmin as the younger fell into him, clutching his arm.
“Seungmin-ah?” He asked, bewildered. “What are you doing?”
Seungmin frowned. Did Minho expect an answer? He was supposed to know everything, so why couldn't he tell that Seungmin was clearly uncomfortable and scared around all these people and he wanted to go home?
He tugged on Minho’s sleeve, looking imploringly at the man.
“Are you drunk? You look drunk. How much have you had tonight?”
This only made Seungmin more upset. More questions?
He whined, shuffling even closer to the man in an attempt to hide himself from the busy room. “Woof,” he said quietly, not sure what else to do.
“What? I can’t hear you, Seungmin.”
He looked up pleadingly at Minho and said louder, “Woof!”
Minho’s eyes widened comically, and his hands shot up to grab Seungmin by the shoulders. “Are you trying to be funny, Kim Seungmin, or are you being serious? Are you really a puppy right now?”
Seungmin whined. Why was Minho acting so weird? “Woof,” he said again, trying to convey through the sound and his eyes how much he didn’t want to be here.
Minho grabbed him tighter and pulled him back a little ways to the corner of the room before stepping in front of him fully, effectively shielding him from anyone who might be looking at them.
“Hi, puppy,” he said, and Seungmin noticed a significant change in his tone. It was much softer now, and a little cautious. “What are you doing here, hm? Precious puppies like you shouldn’t be out in public, should they? We need to get you home, sweetheart.”
Finally! This was the Minho that Seungmin recognized, always saying exactly what he wanted to hear. He wriggled a little in the man’s tight hold to convey his happiness.
“Let’s get you back home, puppy,” Minho said, “it’s a little scary here for you, isn’t it?”
Seungmin nodded quickly.
“You’re a very good boy for me, aren’t you pup? Hyung’s going to give you a little task, alright? I want you to be very quiet until we get home, can you do that? No barking for a little bit, hyung wants you to be silent. Once we get home you can make all the noise you want, ok? Think you can do that for hyung? If you can, I’ll give you a very special treat when we get back.”
Seungmin perked up at that. Special treat? He almost barked in excitement but caught himself and only nodded in answer, pressing his lips together in an exaggerated manner to show Minho how well he could follow orders.
Minho smiled at him. “Very good, baby. Let’s go home now, ok? We’ll go wait outside while hyung calls a car. It’ll be quieter out there with much less people, promise.”
Minho took him by the arm and was careful to stay very close to him as he led Seungmin through the room. Seungmin lowered his gaze again, watching Minho’s shoes as he trusted the man to maneuver them through the crowd without hitting anyone.
It was much quieter once they got out into the company hallway, and Minho removed one of his hands from Seungmin’s arm to use his phone, probably calling a car like he had mentioned.
He took them down the elevator which was thankfully empty. There was a weird feeling making its way through Seungmin’s body. He recognized this place, knew he had been here many times, but for some reason it felt so foreign. He felt like he wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Come on, pup,” Minho said quietly once the elevator brought them down to the main level. “One of our drivers is picking us up to take us home, remember to be really quiet for me, especially in the car. You’re doing really well so far.”
Seungmin preened and kept his lips pressed together. He didn’t love the idea of getting in a car with someone else, but it sounded like that was the way to get home and he really wanted to be at home right now. And if he could keep being good for Minho he bet his hyung would praise him for it later.
It didn’t take long for a black van to pull up outside the building, and Minho directed Seungmin carefully inside, looking left and right to make sure there wasn’t anyone else around.
They squished together in the back of the car, Minho exchanging a few pleasantries with their driver. Seungmin thought he heard his boyfriend say something about him being a little drunk.
He didn’t pay attention to what they were saying, instead choosing to lay his head on Minho’s shoulder and close his eyes.
Sitting down like this made him aware of the fact that his underwear were still a little tight. He was still half-hard from earlier. Why had he been hard…? Oh yeah, he’d been thinking about Minho, about how good his hyung looked tonight and how nicely his thighs were bulging in his pants.
Seungmin found himself thinking about it again, opening his eyes slightly to look at Minho’s lap. His cock twitched in interest at the sight of those thighs splayed out on the seat, and Seungmin remembered what Minho had said a couple days ago about him humping them in puppyspace.
Well, he was a puppy now, wasn’t he? So why wasn’t Minho going through with his promise? Didn’t he know Seungmin was hard right now? Shouldn’t he be doing something about it?
He reached over to grab Minho’s hand, ignoring his questioning head tilt, and brought it down on his crotch, trying to get Minho to feel him through his pants.
Minho snatched his hand away like he’d been burned, giving Seungmin a panicked look.
Seungmin pouted. What was he doing?
Minho grabbed both of Seungmin’s wrists in a firm grip and held them over his knees before leaning in to whisper so softly in his ear that there was no way the driver would hear. “Keep your hands to yourself until we’re home, baby. No touching and no sounds until we’re back. You’d be the best boy ever if you could do that for hyung, ok?”
Seungmin wanted to retort, to tell Minho that he was horny and something should be done about that. But best boy ever…? That was too tempting, so he kept his hands obediently in Minho’s grip for the rest of the car ride and didn’t make any noise.
When they arrived at their building Minho pulled him out of the car, helping him when he stumbled and uttered a quick “thank you, goodnight,” to their driver.
He didn’t pay attention as they took the elevator up to the top floor and stepped into their apartment, but then Minho was closing the door behind them and hugging him tightly.
“You had me scared, pup,” he murmured, “but we’re home, so everything's alright now.”
Seungmin had to disagree, and he made his unhappiness known through a grumble. Everything was not alright now. Yes, they were home, and that made Seungmin feel a lot better, but he was still hard and Minho seemed to have forgotten.
He pulled the man’s hand back to his crotch to remind him.
Minho rolled his eyes and huffed out a laugh, releasing him from the hug. “Is the puppy still horny? What got you so worked up, baby?”
Seungmin let his eyes drop to the man’s thighs, reaching out to squeeze one. “Woof.”
Minho jumped at the feeling. “My thighs? Do they look good tonight?” He gave Seungmin an analyzing look. “You’re pretty drunk, sweetheart, so I don’t wanna do too much with you tonight…but I did make you a promise a couple days ago, didn’t I?”
Yes! Seungmin hopped once in excitement. “Woof!”
“Okay, okay, let’s go to the bedroom puppy. I need to get out of this outfit.”
He went down the hallway to their master bedroom, the one with the biggest bed, Seungmin hot on his heels.
Minho stripped himself of his pants and shirt quickly, and Seungmin nearly drooled watching him. He left his bottom half naked besides his underwear and slipped into a sleep t shirt, crawling onto the bed and beckoning Seungmin to join him.
He practically ran over, jumping on the bed and crawling up to kneel between Minho’s spread legs. His thighs were on full display now, and Seungmin couldn’t stop himself from grabbing them both in his hands, running his palms over the smooth skin. His cock jumped again in his pants.
“Gotta take your pants off for this, baby,” Minho told him, “unless you’re too desperate to take the time? Has the puppy gone a little dumb already?”
Seungmin whined, feeling embarrassed, and forced himself to take his hands off his boyfriend to shimmy out of his pants and underwear as quickly as possible.
Minho cooed at the sight of his cock springing free. It was only a couple inches but so pretty, flushed pink and swollen with a pearl of pre cum emerging from the tip before it dribbled down his length slowly.
Minho rolled one side of his boxers up to almost his hip and bunched his t shirt above his belly button so that one of his thighs was fully exposed. He grabbed him by the hips and guided him to swing a leg over one of his thighs so that Seungmin was straddling him. He pushed his thigh up slightly and Seungmin gasped when it came in contact with his dick. If Minho’s thighs felt soft on his hands, they felt like silk on his cock and he couldn’t help himself as he rutted down once, mouth falling open at the feeling.
“Just like that, baby,” Minho said, “get yourself off on my thigh like a messy puppy.” His tone was slightly demeaning and it made Seungmin whimper, his hips jerking down as he grabbed Minho by the shoulders to keep himself steady.
“You were so naughty tonight, Seunminnie,” Minho scolded him gently, “getting hard in public like that. Could you not help yourself? Is my puppy so pathetic he gets turned on just from watching me from the other side of the room? What, did you really think I didn’t notice?”
Seungmin shook his head frantically, grinding his hips down hard onto Minho’s thigh. There was more pre cum leaking from his cock now, enough to make the glide easier. He moaned, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut to avoid the condescending look on Minho’s face.
“No? You weren’t trying to be naughty? You must have been desperate, then. Too busy being a dumb puppy to think about your surroundings. Good thing you found hyung, hm? Do you think you would’ve started humping me in public if I hadn’t gotten you out of there? What would all those people have thought if they had seen it? I bet they would’ve taken pity on you. After all, I guess puppies don't really know better, do they?”
Seungmin’s face was burning, and he brought his head down to Minho’s shoulder, trying to hide himself. Shame was pooling in his stomach, and he knew that Minho never would have let that happen but he couldn’t help but picture it. Was there really a world in which he was so puppy dumb he tried to mount his boyfriend in public?
Minho grabbed him by the hips roughly and pulled him down onto himself, forcing Seungmin’s cock to squish harder against his thigh. Seungmin cried out, his chest heaving as he took in gulps of air and held onto Minho’s shoulders for dear life. His legs were getting tired, and he slumped partially into Minho’s hold, letting the older man move his body how he saw fit.
He was already close, and he chose to blame that on the alcohol in his system, though he knew it never took very long to get him there even when he was completely sober. Minho talking to him never helped, either.
“Come on, puppy,” he encouraged, “you’re almost there, aren’t you? Never takes much for this little puppy cock of yours to start coming. All it takes is a minute or two of rutting yourself against hyung like a dog in heat and you’re done for, right pup?”
Seungmin keened and hunched over, rubbing himself furiously into Minho thigh for another couple seconds before he was seizing up, crying out as his hips jerked through his orgasm. His cum spilled out in a continuous stream, coating Minho’s thigh and belly and making the slide even easier for the last little bit. Minho’s hands never left his hips, grinding Seungmin against himself and helping him keep going even when his muscles gave out, legs straining from the exertion.
He only let up when Seungmin started to whimper and fight against his grip, overstimulation making him tremble. He let the boy sink down fully on his lap, letting go of his waist to rub one hand down his back and the other through his hair.
“You got my underwear all messy, silly puppy,” he scolded, but his tone was light and teasing.
Seungmin grumbled, uncaring. He did glance down though, and noticed a significant bulge showing through his cum-stained boxers. Now that he thought about it, that bulge had been poking at his tummy for the past minute or so.
He climbed off Minho’s lap only to lay down on his stomach in between his legs, looking up with pleading eyes, fingers already curling around his boyfriend’s waistband.
Minho carded his fingers through his hair. “You sure, baby? Wanna take care of hyung? You don’t have to if you’re too tired, hyung will understand.”
Instead of answering, Seungmin pulled his boxers down, careful not to get any cum on his fingers. He tossed them to the side and swallowed heavily at the sight that greeted him.
If he was below average in size, then Minho was definitely above average. His dick nearly doubled Seungmin’s in length, especially when it was fully erect like it was now.
It was warm to the touch when Seungmin took it in hand, watching Minho’s face as the man sighed, tilting his head back to rest against the headboard. “Go on, puppy. Don’t tease me.”
Seungmin listened obediently, bringing the cock up to his mouth and opening wide to fit the tip between his lips. It was a significant stretch, one that always made his mouth ache, but he loved the feeling so much. Minho was heavy on his tongue as Seungmin sealed his lips around him, rubbing his tongue over his tip. Minho closed his eyes, a soft groan leaving his mouth.
Seungmin took him further down, going slowly so that he didn’t gag. He paused when Minho’s dick hit his throat, forcing himself to completely relax his muscles so he could keep going.
It was, admittedly, not the best blowjob he’s ever given, what with him being still slightly drunk and also in puppyspace. He gagged occasionally and would come up for air before sticking to the top half of Minho’s dick for a minute or two before trying again, tracing his tongue over the prominent vein going down his length as he caught his breath.
Minho seemed to be enjoying it, though. His hand stayed in Seungmin’s hair, gripping it tightly but not controlling him, letting him go at his own pace. He groaned each time Seungmin took him back into his throat, and soon he was rolling his hips up gently, going slow since Seungmin’s gag reflex was worse than usual.
Eventually, when Seungmin was able to get himself under control a little better, Minho pressed him fully down, his nose squished into the man’s pelvis. He kept him there, grinding his hips into his mouth at a controlled pace.
“‘M thinking about you, puppy,” he panted, “thinking about how good you looked on my thigh–how desperate you were.”
Seungmin moaned, and Minho seemed to appreciate the vibrations since his hips jerked up more forcefully than before and Seungmin had to fight hard not to gag.
“Keep doing that, puppy, you’re gonna make me come.”
Seungmin moaned around him a few more times and Minho threw his head back, his thrusts getting sloppier and more uncoordinated.
His grip tightened in Seungmin’s hair and he pulled him up so that only the tip was in his mouth. His other hand came down to jerk himself off and it was only a couple seconds later that his thighs started shaking and cum was shooting onto Seungmin’s tongue.
Seungmin swallowed it all greedily, pulling off when Minho was done and opening his mouth to show that there was none left.
“Good job, puppy,” Minho praised him. “You did so good for me tonight. Kept quiet the whole way home and then looked so pretty on my thigh.”
Seungmin preened, puffing his chest out proudly.
“We should take a shower–get cleaned up. And then how about hyung cooks you a steak? Growing puppies need lots of meat, after all. The others should be back by then too.”
Seungmin nodded, still deep enough in his headspace that he didn’t feel like talking, but he could feel himself coming back to reality a little.
He let Minho lead him around the bathroom for the next half hour as the man washed them up in the shower, dried Seungmin off, and even did his skincare routine for him. “We’ll come back to brush your teeth after we’ve eaten, baby,” he told him.
Minho talked the whole time, just mindless chatter about how his day had gone before the party, recounting what he’d had for lunch and how his dance practice with Hyunjin and Felix had gone really well.
Seungmin gave him minimal responses at first, humming and grunting to show that he was listening, but eventually he started to contribute, making it more of a two way conversation rather than Minho just talking at him.
They moved into the kitchen once Minho had dried his face off for him, and Seungmin settled at the kitchen counter while Minho took out his steak ingredients and started heating up his pan.
Seungmin played with the strings of the shorts he’d been dressed in after his shower as he watched his boyfriend move around their kitchen with ease. Minho had only put on a clean pair of boxers, and if he weren’t so tired Seungmin maybe would’ve gotten worked up again just from how pretty his hyung looked almost naked.
As it was, though, he could only stare in admiration.
“I’m sorry if I scared you, hyung,” he said eventually after a while of silence, remembering what Minho had said when they first got home. “I don’t even really know why I slipped. I was thinking about you, and about being a puppy, but usually I have much better control of it.”
Minho carefully took their steaks out of the pan to rest before walking over to lean against the counter opposite Seungmin. “You were pretty drunk tonight,” he offered, “or at least, you seemed like it to me. You also haven't gone into puppyspace for several weeks since we’ve been so busy lately. I think it was a combination of those two factors. Maybe we should help you slip more often? I think you’ve been a little deprived of it, and that made you more vulnerable to slip tonight.”
Seungmin nodded thoughtfully. “I think you could be right, hyung. Maybe I can add little reminders into my calendar to make sure I’m slipping often enough. I really don’t wanna do it in public again, that could’ve been really bad.”
“Hyung will help you remember. And don’t get too worked up about tonight. Yes, it could’ve been a pretty bad situation, but you came and found me as soon as you slipped and no one noticed that anything was different with you, I promise. Chan hyung saw us walk out and even he just thought you were drunk until I texted to let him know what was happening.”
That gave Seungmin some peace of mind. If Chan hyung, his all-knowing leader hadn’t been able to tell that he was in puppyspace, then he was sure none of their staff members had noticed anything weird.
“Don’t think about it anymore,” Minho told him. “The night’s over, and nothing bad happened. In fact, I’d say that several good things happened. I for one will definitely be remembering tonight for a long time.” He reached over the counter to grab one of Seungmin’s cheeks, pinching it between two fingers and tugging slightly.
Seungmin rolled his eyes and leaned away, but not before Minho caught his face between his hands, bending himself fully over the counter to press a cheesy kiss to the cheek he’d pulled on.
“Love you, Minnie,” he said as he turned away again, walking back over to the stove to check on their steaks.
“Love you too, hyung,” Seungmin said, but it was slightly cut off by the front door banging open, and he heaved a sigh as the sound of raucous laughter filled the apartment.
“Get ready to be smothered, Kim Seungmin,” Minho giggled, “they were pretty disappointed over text when they learned that they missed out on seeing their puppy, but I told them you’d be more than happy to make up for it by cuddling the whole night.”
Seungmin groaned, hiding his face in his hands as he prepared himself for the chaos that would be his six other (probably still) drunk boyfriends who were all set on getting their fair share of Seungmin love.