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Mingyu threw a piece of popcorn at Jeongguk from where he was lying down on the couch with his legs up on his friend’s lap. He had only noticed something was off because Jeongguk had stopped massaging his calves as he always did when they watched a movie.
The guy couldn’t sit still to save his life and it wasn’t like Mingyu was going to say no to a massage after long hours of practice. From Jeongguk, no less, what with his gentle but strong hands.
One of Jeongguk’s hands was resting on Mingyu’s leg still, the other busy holding his phone. There was an adorable scowl on his face before Jeongguk scoffed and ditched the phone.
“I’m watching,” he lied.
“No, you’re not,” Mingyu stated with a raised brow. “Something wrong?” He signed to the phone with his chin.
“No, nothing. Keep watching, it’s the best part,” Jeongguk said in a pout, making Mingyu absolutely sure something was bothering his friend.
“We’ve seen this movie more than I’ve seen my family this year, Gguk. And you say that about every scene,” Mingyu snorted, and though it pained him immensely, he sat up on Jeongguk’s comfortable couch.
When his feet hit the floor, Jeongguk frown deepened at his fidget toy gone. It didn’t take a second before he grabbed a cushion to play with. “You like the movie.”
“You like the movie,” Mingyu emphasised. “I don’t dislike it, so I watch it with you.” He didn’t mention how it took hours of scrolling to find something to watch otherwise, so they ended up watching the same movies every time instead.
“You could choose something if you don’t like it,” Jeongguk argued, sounding hurt.
Mingyu rolled his eyes. “I just said I don’t dislike it. Come on, what’s gotten your panties in a twist all of a sudden?”
Jeongguk huffed loudly before levelling Mingyu with a sassy look. “I’m not wearing any.”
Mingyu couldn’t prevent his eyes from looking down at Jeongguk’s lap where his legs had been for the past hours. He raised an eyebrow as Jeongguk pushed the cushion down to hide himself, suddenly aware of his gaze.
There was a soft flush to his cheeks, no doubt same as Mingyu’s own after having a few drinks over dinner before.
“I’m home. Be grateful I’m wearing anything at all, I’m usually strutting around in all my naked glory.” He added as if Mingyu needed that image in his head right now.
It snapped Mingyu out of his sudden daze. He nodded slowly. “Right. That’s, sure. I also do that when I’m home.”
This wasn’t where he thought the conversation would go when he paused the movie.
“What did you see?” He asked again as he reached for Jeongguk’s phone. It wasn’t even like he knew the password, but it got the desired reaction.
Jeongguk rushed to take it out of Mingyu’s reach. He huffed and puffed in frustration cutely before finally confessing.
“Just a comment,” he said in a dismissive manner.
“What was it?” Mingyu got curious.
Jeongguk seemed to be contemplating whether to answer or not. Then with the slightly deeper tint of pink on his cheeks he opened the phone. He tapped and scrolled for a bit before handing the phone to Mingyu.
It was an edited video of their live stream from last week. He had also been seeing lots of them since that night, along with the obscene comments he would rather not think about sitting next to the said friend.
However, apparently Jeongguk had seen such comments now and had taken offense to them.
thexinformationcentre: They deff had a one night stand
Shushunova: not them drunk calling us
twinklingjun: The way Mingyu leans on his shoulder aww
Seeing bts: They did it, I know it
shalala: I love when my two bfs hang out<3
adorbjoshy: Why is Mingyu so stressed omg lol
coupshu: Wedding when
jjongsumi: They are so in love w each other
Mingyu was going through each comment to see what had ticked off Jeongguk exactly. His friend pointed at the exact one himself, blushing some more.
sexychickenfeet69: If Mingyu is a top and if Jungkook is also a top who’s driving the bus?
Mingyu threw his head back and laughed, and laughed harder when he saw the amount of comments of people arguing their point. To prove which one of them were a top.
“I know it’s never not weird to see this shit, but don’t mind it much, Ggukie. You’re the one who taught me not to focus on these things. Look how many people commented that we are cute and they love seeing our friendship,” he tried to soften the words.
“It’s not that,” Jeongguk whined and slid lower on the couch, his shorts riding up in the process. Mingyu had become better at not ogling the guy, but now Jeongguk had proudly confessed not to wearing an underwear, it was a challenge alright.
“They assume I’m a top.”
It was said so fast that Mingyu thought he heard it wrong. “What?”
Jeongguk punched himself in the face with the cushion before saying it again. “They keep assuming I’m a top. Under every video with anyone. Well, not everyone, but almost.”
Mingyu opened and closed his mouth, deciding to clarify before answering. “Are you mad that they are assuming you fuck guys or that you fuck guys?”
It wasn’t the clearest question, but Jeongguk knew what he meant anyway.
“Of course not that I fuck guys, you know I do, in fact,” he answered hotly. “I guess I’m mad that just because I am, don’t know, built, and tall, or whatever I am a top. As if one can’t look like I do and like it up his ass.”
Mingyu froze with his mouth open. He realised it wasn’t a laughing matter anymore, that Jeongguk was actually frustrated about the whole thing.
“Do you? I mean, do you not? Top?” He was a stuttering mess himself now.
“I,” Jeongguk began, then groaned into the cushion again. “I do, for the most part.”
They hadn’t talked deeply about their preferences or experiences before, but Mingyu wasn’t really one to be private about it. If it came up in a conversation with friends, he would discuss it like any other topic.
He had a feeling Jeongguk was much the same, but for some reason, between the two of them, they never talked about it. It never came up.
“I don’t know why people just have this idea that because I look the way I do, I must never bottom. I don’t mean the people on the internet only,” he picked on the cushion, his eyes anywhere but on Mingyu.
“The other day I was flirting with this guy at the club. He was really attractive. He had this very, you know, dominant energy,” Jeongguk waved his hand around, getting embarrassed as he explained.
“Thing are going well, we go to his place. When we were about to, you know,”
“Gguk, we are not twelve. You can say the word sex,” Mingyu snorted and teased to lighten the mood. That earned him a cushion in the face. “Fine, fine. Right, you were about to make love.”
That had Jeongguk jumping up from his place to knock Mingyu back on the couch. Mingyu yelped and fought him off, trying to defend himself playfully.
“You’re pushing thirty, Ggukie. I’m surprised you are even getting some if you act a blushing virgin each time.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk groaned. “I’m not doing that with everyone.”
“Can’t even say virgin? Right, convincing,” Mingyu tormented the other, at least lifting the mood.
“I’m not flirting with you, I’m complaining about how I can’t get some to you,” Jeongguk whined. “It’s a different situation.”
“Alright, alright. So? You were about to do it, and?” Mingyu loosened his grip on Jeongguk’s wrists and adjusted himself on the couch, lying down again.
Jeongguk’s tense body relaxed as well. He was now lying on top of Mingyu, covering him like a blanket.
“I was expecting him to top. He was expecting the same from me apparently, because I am physically bigger. And it’s not the end of the world, I could do that too,” he rushed to explain. “But he said my muscles and big, uh, you know, would be a waste if I bottom. Along with a few not very nice comments. Like, what does that even has to with it?”
Mingyu’s smile dropped, a frown taking its place. “Please tell me you didn’t stay long to hear the end of those comments?”
Jeongguk shook his head with a pout. “I left. I was suddenly so turned off I couldn’t even,” he shook his head. He slid down and rested his forehead on Mingyu’s chest.
“Ah, Jeonggukie,” Mingyu empathized and ran a hand through the younger’s hair.
“I know it’s a stupid thing to be worried about,”
“It’s not,” Mingyu interrupted. “It’s definitely frustrating if you aren’t getting what you want.”
“It’s so stupid. Why wouldn’t I be a bottom just because I am tall, built, have tattoos? How does that even mean I am a top?”
“It doesn’t mean anything, Gguk. The guy was clearly just an asshole. Don’t let it get to you,” he kept petting his friend’s hair.
“But it’s not just him. I haven’t bottomed in ages. Similar shit happened way too many times. One guy laughed in my face when I said I wanted it. I don’t even want to try anymore.”
“You haven’t met the best bunch, huh?” Mingyu winced.
“Even under our videos. Either both of us top, or majority think I’d top and you’d,” he lifted his head to rest his chin on Mingyu’s chin and look at his eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s weird I know. But I just couldn’t help reading what everyone thought.”
“Since it was already a sensitive topic,” Mingyu completed the thought and watched Jeongguk nod. He wasn’t offended as Jeongguk was assuming.
“They look at my cropped top and fucking bob, and think I’m a big bad scary top,” he almost cried in frustration. Mingyu found it adorable how worked up he was.
Jeongguk was clearly mentioning the recent ads he had filmed. Mingyu would know, he’d spent endless time catching up with every promotion. Jeongguk looked stunning with his fucking Dora the Explorer hair.
“Even I wouldn’t assume that if I saw those pictures,” Mingyu hummed in agreement.
Jeongguk suddenly froze, eyes narrowing at Mingyu suspiciously. “What do you mean, even you? Don’t tell me you too,”
“I didn’t assume anything,” Mingyu rushed to explain. “I didn’t think about that. You are just Jeongguk to me. I don’t,” he struggled.
Something about the statement did relax Jeongguk though. A little.
He groaned into Mingyu’s chest tiredly. “This is stupid. Everyone is stupid.”
“There, there,” Mingyu caressed his round head and spent a longer time running his fingers through his aforementioned bob. “Hope you get laid soon, buddy.”
“Not funny.” Jeongguk pinched Mingyu’s side without lifting his head, making Mingyu yelp and laugh.
“It kind of is. I don’t know, Gguk. Maybe find someone bigger to begin with?”
“And assume just because they are bigger than me, they’ll top?” Jeongguk pinched him again. “Did you even understand what I was saying?”
“Ouch. Yes, yes, you’re right. Still, better you assuming first than them.”
“That’s not nice,” he exclaimed with another pinch to Mingyu’s side.
“Honestly, I don’t know how they don’t see that you’re a fucking princess right away as soon as you open your mouth anyway. Mingyu, that’s not nice, Mingyu,” he parroted Jeongguk in a high-pitched voice, earning a significantly more painful pinch.
“That’s right. So what if I’m buff? I deserve to be a pillow princess once in a while too!” Jeongguk said sternly.
“Hell, yes, you do!” Mingyu hyped him up, eating up the adorable determination on Jeongguk’s face.
“I think we should fuck.”
“Hell, yeah!” Mingyu shouted before thinking. “Wait, come again?!” Followed later.
“Hear me out,” Jeongguk began rising on his hands, trapping Mingyu underneath. His eyes were huge and shiny and so round. Mingyu knew he was done for, regardless of whatever would come out of his friend’s mouth.
“Do you think I’m hot?” He asked seriously.
“I’d have to be blind in both eyes not to think so,” Mingyu chose to be honest. And he actually wanted to hear him out. He had no other choice under the man’s big round shiny dark cute eyes.
“Aww, I think you are hot too!”
“Thanks?”
“Right. So, are you a top or a bottom?” Jeongguk asked without a break.
“I’m not into men.” Jeongguk’s face turned into one of horror, then into annoyance.
“You fucked two different guys in one night the last time we went out. I’d say you were too into guys. Quit fucking with me and fuck me instead.”
“Jeongguk, you’re not being reasonable right now. We’re friends. And wasn’t it just a minute ago that you couldn’t even say the word sex? What’s gotten into you?” Mingyu squeaked.
“I’m horny. I have the highest libido on the face of earth and I can’t get laid because I’m so hot. What kind of misery is even that?”
Then Mingyu’s phone pinged from the coffee table and he waited for the younger to pull away to take a look. It must’ve been from one of the members, as only those notifications aren’t automatically silenced.
“It’s Hoshi Hyung. He’s drunk and wants to head to the practice room. I can’t leave him unsupervised,” he said and watched Jeongguk’s face fall, his pout intensifying.
A minute later he was walking Mingyu out while arguing with a newly found passion. “Think about it though. We are so hot, we have amazing stamina. We already know each other, no icky subjects to jump around.”
Mingyu planted a placating kiss to Jeongguk now shorter hair as he hugged him goodbye.
“Goodnight, Jeongguk. Let’s meet tomorrow after sobering up, because I am one more look into your eyes away from being convinced this is a good idea.”
“I know I was drunk when I suggested it, but then I sobered up, and thought it was actually a brilliant idea. How have I never thought of it before?”
“Hello to you too, Gguk,” Mingyu snorted, shouldering past the owner of the house to enter. He threw himself on the first comfortable surface he saw, which was the couch.
Jeongguk closed the door and hurried over. “We see each other almost every day, saying hi is lame.”
“That’s like the whole point of greetings,” Mingyu frowned.
“Greetings are lame when I don’t need to be polite,” Jeongguk argued.
Mingyu picked up the cushion that was under his torso and threw it in Jeongguk’s direction. “Are you saying you don’t have to be polite with me?”
“You missed,” Jeongguk grinned proudly after dodging the attack. “And yes.”
Mingyu yeeted the cushion that was under his head this time. Seeing Jeongguk squeak after being hit on the face was worth sacrificing his comfort.
“I’m technically still older than you,” Mingyu said gravely to taunt the guy, when he couldn’t give less fucks about it.
“I wish I cared, Mingyu. I wish I cared,” Jeongguk sighed deeply with an expression that was so unique to Jeongguk that Mingyu has never seen on anyone else.
“You did call me Hyung once,” Mingyu hummed dreamily. “It was nice, I liked it.”
“That was a slip of tongue,” he shook his head, sitting down on the other couch.
“Wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”
“Can we go back to the topic?”
“There’s no topic.”
“Yes, there is. Stop avoiding it.”
Mingyu sat up with a click of his tongue, staring at Jeongguk who stared right back at him stubbornly.
Then something shifted on Jeongguk’s expression. Mingyu knew a trap when he saw one, but no one was strong enough to resist Jeongguk when he wanted something. He grew up with six people, managing to wrap them around his pinkie toe when needed. Mingyu was stronger, but not when Jeongguk was determined.
“Can you take me seriously please?”
“How can I when you proposition me as if we do this every other day?” He blinked with his mouth agape.
Jeongguk’s eyes turned rounder. “I don’t see why we couldn’t.”
“Jeongguk. We are friends. Since a decade or so,” Mingyu emphasised.
Jeongguk frowned. “Gyu, I’m not confessing my undying love to you. I’m asking you to fuck me. It’d be so fun and hot. We should even film it.”
Mingyu made a pained noise from his throat and looked at Jeongguk with a traumatized expression. Jeongguk snickered.
“I was joking about the last part.”
“Only that?”
“I really think we could have the sex of the century, Gyu.”
“You’re mad.”
“It’s the horny in me. But please think about it. Pros are outweighing the cons. There aren’t even any cons.”
“Except for our friendship?”
Jeongguk scowled. “Why would that be a con? Our friendship isn’t that fragile. What, are you scared of falling in love with me?” He asked the last part daringly, pouting upwards with a tiny amusement tinting his voice.
When Mingyu didn’t answer aside from his deadpan stare, Jeongguk waved a hand carelessly. “I wouldn’t mind if you did. You’d just have to make me fall in love too, or convince me a relationship between us would be good idea. I must admit I’m not too hard to convince.”
“This is taking years of my precious youth,” Mingyu threw his head back on the couch.
“Imagine you get a piece of this whenever without risking anything,” Jeongguk said in a taunting voice, pointing at himself with a wicked grin.
“It’ll be awkward between us later, even during.” Mingyu couldn’t believe he was even entertaining the idea.
“Not if we don’t let it.”
“What if we have no chemistry? If we couldn’t even get it up that’d definitely be awkward.”
Jeongguk didn’t even say anything, looking at Mingyu as if he had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. But then he narrowed his eyes, and sucked his piercing in deep thought.
“Let’s test it then. We can see how it feels. If it’s not really working, then that’s it. A lot of friends kiss. You should see Taehyung Hyung and Jimin.”
“I’d kind of pay to see that,” Mingyu mused. “I won’t lie, I’m almost convinced this isn’t a stupid idea.”
Jeongguk sat up with his spine pin straight, ready to spring out of his seat with stars shining in his eyes. “Really?”
“You look like you’ll jump me. I’m scared,” Mingyu braced himself with a cushion, leaning as far into the couch as possible.
“I will,” Jeongguk nodded with an overexcited grin. He was lucky he was cute.
“Okay, but,” he said, putting a hand up in the air to stop Jeongguk as if his friend was a trained puppy. “We’re testing it. If it’s not it, we won’t let it get awkward. No avoiding confrontation and ignoring each other, and letting our friendship fade away, and hate,”
“You’re getting carried away. Are you stalling?” Jeongguk frowned. Mingyu nodded with a constipated look.
Jeongguk sighed and got up from the other couch. “I was hoping you’d be the one taking the lead, but well, if I have to.”
“Right now?!” Mingyu exclaimed, underprepared. He had started to accept the idea not even minutes ago, he needed to get ready mentally.
“You don’t want to?” Jeongguk sounded disappointed.
“Let’s go on a date first!” Mingyu blurted out the first thing that came to his mind to stall. He was too nervous as he hadn’t digested the plan yet.
Jeongguk raised an eyebrow mockingly. Then sat back down with a defeated posture. “Fine. Forget it. I just thought,” he waved it off.
Mingyu sat up, sensing that Jeongguk was actually getting upset. He must have been frustrated long enough about it so much in the first place that he had even told Mingyu.
In all honestly, Jeongguk was one of the most attractive and charming people Mingyu had ever known. It wasn’t like it would be anything less than pleasant to kiss him either.
What he was hesitant about was that what if it was just that. A pleasant kiss. That wasn’t what Jeongguk was looking for, and Mingyu wished he didn’t get his hopes up only to be disappointed. Worst of all, be involved in his friend’s disappointment.
But he had already given hope by entertaining his idea, and Jeongguk was already sulking dejectedly. Mingyu couldn’t have that.
He got up and took a couple of sure steps toward the younger and towered over the sitting man. Not giving Jeongguk a moment to react, he cupped his chin with one hand rougher than intended and lifted his face up, leaning down to meet him in lingering peck.
It was merely the first step of whatever this would turn out to be, but the surprised noise that Jeongguk made against his lips didn’t sound unpleasant.
Encouraged by not being pushed away, he relaxed his grip and gave the younger a few more lingering pecks. When Jeongguk finally breathed again after being caught off guard, Mingyu pulled his pierced bottom lip down with his thumb, tasting his lip balm as he kissed him gently.
He could hear Jeongguk’s breathing stuttering, but he kept sitting still and letting Mingyu do what he wanted. There was a thrill to knowing Jeongguk wanted and trusted him to lead.
He slid his hand forward until his fingers touched Jeongguk’s silky hair, amazed at how his friend’s face could fit in his one hand. Jeongguk was slow to react at first, but then he started to kiss back as well.
Mingyu felt a shiver running through his body when Jeongguk moaned into the kiss quietly as he tightened his grip in the younger’s hair without meaning to. He had to stop it before it got out of hand.
He let go of Jeongguk’s hair, sliding his hand back from his face slowly as he kissed him for a last time.
He straightened up where he stood and looked down at Jeongguk. The man’s eyes were closed for a few more heartbeats and then dazed when he finally opened them. Mingyu had a soft spot for Jeongguk’s eyes on a normal day, but this was brutal.
Mingyu licked his lips, then stopped when he caught himself in the act. He cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”
Jeongguk nodded slowly, sucking his bottom lip out of habit, not knowing now Mingyu wouldn’t be able to not associate it with their kiss. “You?”
Mingyu nodded in response. The silence stretched on with neither of them knowing what to say until Mingyu broke it.
“We said we wouldn’t let it get awkward,” he said unsure of himself. Previously, he had thought the awkwardness would derive from a failed attempt. It turned out to be the opposite.
“I have a boner,” Jeongguk blurted out.
Mingyu groaned and sat on the floor next to Jeongguk’s legs. He couldn’t even say anything because he was about to pop one too if he hadn’t stopped.
“Are you a teenager?”
“That was one of the best kisses I’ve ever had,” Jeongguk said in awe, coming back to his normal self slowly. “You, whatever you did. With your hand too. I’ve never been more turned on by a fucking peck,” he shared with his hands wildly flailing.
“What now?” Mingyu asked, stopping himself from imagining what else he’d do that Jeongguk would be turned on by.
“This was a test, right? To see if we have chemistry,” Jeongguk waited for Mingyu to nod. “I think we got the answer to that. I mean, I did. You?”
There was the tiniest bit of insecurity, more like hesitation in Jeongguk’s voice. Mingyu was cringing, but he couldn’t let Jeongguk feel bad.
“I didn’t want to stop either to be honest. You react to every small touch,” he waved a hand, not able to finish his sentence. It seemed enough for Jeongguk as he nodded shyly.
“I’m very sensitive,” he provided as if necessary. “So will you fuck me now?”
“When did you become so crude,” Mingyu complained under his breath, reminiscing the younger Jeongguk from years ago.
“So?” Jeongguk pressed ignoring his snipe.
“Maybe, if you convince me some more,” Mingyu murmured looking up at the man. Jeongguk’s eyes were wide with excitement and energy. He stared at his lips, his mind playing scenarios of how else he’d get Jeongguk react to things.
Jeongguk caught his drift and started leaning down when Mingyu felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
“Wait, it’s Seungcheol Hyung,” he put a hand on Jeongguk’s thigh as he answered the phone.
Jeongguk looked like a kid denied a Christmas gift when Mingyu told him he needed to go.
“Let’s just sleep on it before we go too far,” Mingyu got up and ruffled his hair affectionately.
Jeongguk followed him to the door. Mingyu thought it was to see him off, something Jeongguk didn’t do often at this point of their friendship. It was also lame, according to him.
Suddenly, he was turned around by his shoulders and slammed against the door. Mingyu had tried his best to kiss Jeongguk gently and sweetly as if he was fragile, whereas Jeongguk now kissed him roughly, pulling his lips passionately.
Mingyu’s hands found the man’s small waist on their own. What Jeongguk lacked in balance, he made up for in passion and excitement. Mingyu could do with that.
He was distracted, forgetting about all else before Jeongguk pressed his body against his. Mingyu felt the said boner against his own crouch. He had to physically fight himself not to do anything about it.
He pushed Jeongguk away. Jeongguk’s eyes were dazed again, his hair a mess. Something told Mingyu anything further than the kiss hadn’t been in the younger’s plans either.
Then Jeongguk started smirking naughtily. “Some motivation for later when you sleep on it.”
Something about the cheeky way he said it rubbed Mingyu the wrong way suddenly.
He changed their position in an instant, pinning Jeongguk to the wall next to the door now. The smirk was wiped off of the man’s face, his eyes large with surprise.
Mingyu didn’t waste any time. He gripped the hair on Jeongguk’s nape more confidently now that he knew it was welcome. He tipped Jeongguk’s head back and kissed him roughly, the other hand on the small of the man’s back.
Jeongguk was making noises again, kissing back eagerly.
Mingyu knew how competitive Jeongguk was, but Jeongguk must have forgotten how competitive Mingyu could get too.
He pressed Jeongguk against the wall with his body taking advantage of how Jeongguk seemed to become pliant when Mingyu was the one in charge.
He slid his hand down until he cupped Jeongguk’s ass, not feeling any underwear lined under the shorts. He grunted into the kiss as Jeongguk let out a little moan.
Mingyu crouched down slightly to run his hand down Jeongguk’s thigh, then lifting the man’s leg to press himself between his legs.
Jeongguk moaned louder and gripped Mingyu’s shoulders when Mingyu grinded against his boner with his own now, not that strong to stay unaffected.
If he let this last any longer, it wouldn’t be the small revenge he had planned. With that thought and many regrets, he stopped kissing Jeongguk and placed his leg down again gently.
Jeongguk was properly disoriented now, the front of his shorts tented. He was out of breath and attractively flushed. His lips red, chest rising and falling quickly. His starry and dazed eyes were locked with Mingyu’s.
Mingyu leaned in to nuzzle Jeongguk’s cheek and whisper into his ear. “I’ll let you know if I’m in after sleeping on it, baby,” he whispered breathily, even nipping at Jeongguk’s earlobe playfully before pulling off completely.
He grabbed the door handle that was right next to Jeongguk’s waist and opened it with a smirk. He couldn’t stop grinning proudly on his way to meet Seungcheol.
He had to calm himself down before he faced the older, because Seungcheol was psychic when it came to knowing things about the members. He’d catch on immediately.
It was supposed to have been a punishment for Jeongguk’s little stunt earlier, but as the day progressed, and Mingyu didn’t hear a word of the meeting, he realised it might’ve affected himself more.
Mingyu should have known. Really, it was stupid of him to think Jeongguk would let something like that go simply.
And to think he had started to feel bad about how mean he had been that day at Jeongguk’s to leave the man high and dry.
He didn’t have a drop of remorse anymore at the sight of Jeongguk making heart eyes at Seungcheol, praising him over and over for how much he could lift.
Seungcheol was red, and Mingyu knew it wasn’t the weights that caused it, but the unending awe of Jeongguk who had hardly held a conversation with Seungcheol before.
Mingyu wasn’t jealous that Jeongguk was approaching Seungcheol. He knew Seungcheol didn’t have eyes for anyone but his boyfriends.
It was the fact that Jeongguk was doing it on purpose that boiled his blood. Because while Jeongguk liked wearing little usually too, he had never worn such short shorts to the gym ever in the many years they’d worked out together.
Jeongguk was out on a mission today, and it was pissing Mingyu off. He was good at it too, keeping the game up enough to make Mingyu notice, but not enough to make Seungcheol alarmed or get the wrong idea.
Mingyu thought it was finally over when Seungcheol finished his routine and headed home. He was wrong.
Now that it was just the two of them Jeongguk decided he needed to stretch apparently. Right in front of Mingyu. Bending in half with a drawn out groan with his ass facing Mingyu. In his booty shorts.
Mingyu bit his lips in anger. His routine be damned, he couldn’t let the fucker get away with it. You reap what you sow.
Mingyu let the machine go with a loud clunk and got up. He grabbed the back of Jeongguk’s shirt and pulled him towards the showers as he cursed him out.
He tried not to throw hands when he heard the man honest to god giggling. As if this was funny.
He showed Jeongguk roughly in one of the cubicles and slammed the door shut. He acted quickly before Jeongguk could jab something cheeky at him.
Mingyu’s hands took a hold of Jeongguk’s face, kissing him with all his might. If Jeongguk was so sure of what he wanted to go to such lengths, involving Seungcheol in his little scheme even to get a reaction out of Mingyu, then so be it.
And Mingyu had long accepted that making out with Jeongguk, his memory of Jeongguk’s state afterwards was carved into his mind. He had been trying and failing not to jerk off to the memory, imagining more.
Though he hadn’t thought about it before further than being aware that Jeongguk was objectively attractive, touching his friend was all he could do after that day.
Now Jeongguk was almost mewling into the kiss, his body seeking Mingyu’s. His hands roamed all over Mingyu’s exposed arms, going up until he linked his arms behind Mingyu’s head to draw him in further.
“You’re a fucking brat, Jeon Jeongguk,” Mingyu panted out before he kept going, his hands wandering down to rest on Jeongguk’s waist, a place he had discovered he liked a lot.
“You love it,” he made a noise as if pausing their kiss was painful and kept going as soon as he was done talking.
Mingyu hummed. “It is kind of hot.”
“Made up your mind yet?”
Mingyu kissed him once more, then just one more time before pulling back to rest his head on Jeongguk’s chest. “I also don’t see why not anymore the way this thing is so fun now.”
“I know right?” Jeongguk giggled and ran his fingers through Mingyu’s hair soothingly. “I keep wanting to annoy you so you can shove me around. I fucking love it.”
Mingyu started laughing at the earnest tone of the younger. “You’re crazy.”
“You don’t get it, do you? This is what I was talking about. I’ve never been able to act like this with anyone before. I am having so much fun.”
“Unfortunately for me, brats are all I get,” Mingyu sighed.
“Aw, shoot. I thought I was special,” Jeongguk mocked disappointment.
Mingyu knew he was joking, but decided to clear it up. “You are the brattiest and cheekiest of them all.”
“Honestly, I just thought I’d manage to convince you to fuck me and live my pillow princess dreams. This is not what I imagined, I didn’t know you’d be, you know, like this.”
“I thought it would stay as a joke too. But I must regretfully confess to having jerked off after leaving that day.”
“I fucked myself with a dildo thinking about you,” Jeongguk said, because of course he could never miss an opportunity to make it a competition.
Mingyu groaned and pinched Jeongguk’s exposed thigh.
“Don’t,” Jeongguk yelped. “It turns me on more.”
“Are you an M?” Mingyu straightened up.
“Guess so. We should test that,” he smiled sweetly, rubbing Mingyu’s chest provokingly. “Spank me, Daddy.”
Mingyu gagged. “I just threw up in my mouth. Never. Never ever say that again.”
“I know you want to hit me,” Jeongguk sing-sang tauntingly, wiggling his butt.
“I want to knock you out, yeah,” Mingyu shook his head and turned to open the door.
“Again?” Jeongguk yelped indignantly, shutting the door back with a hand. “Finish what you started,” he pointed at the tent on the front of his shorts.
“Are you ever not hard?” Mingyu said looking between the erection and Jeongguk’s scowling face.
“Hardly.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Ideally, I want you to fuck me against this wall. I have a feeling you won’t be doing that, so why don’t we jerk each other off?” He said as if offering a business deal.
Mingyu was about to snap back with a snarky response of his own before a thought entered his mind. “Gguk.”
“Yeah?” Jeongguk answered with expectant eyes.
“I’ll fuck you.”
“I knew it!” Jeongguk raised a triumphant fist in the air, smiling cutely in victory.
“If,” Mingyu held up a finger, smirking. Jeongguk’s smile faded slowly, tilting his head to hear the rest of it.
Mingyu leaned against the door and crossed his arms across his chest. “Only if you manage not to come until I do it.”
Jeongguk narrowed his eyes. “And that is when?”
“That’s the fun part. You won’t know it,” Mingyu almost purred with excitement at the growing worry on Jeongguk’s face.
“I’ll still do this,” Mingyu shrugged and came up to Jeongguk again, leaning down to nose his neck. He smiled when Jeongguk shuddered, tickled by Mingyu’s lips and breathing so close to his skin.
Mingyu grabbed Jeongguk’s ass, squeezing the exposed flesh under his shorts. Then he slid one of his hands up inside the shorts while he palmed Jeongguk’s erection with his other hand.
Jeongguk moaned and reached to hold onto Mingyu’s shoulders for support. He squirmed when Mingyu grabbed his ass with more strength and stimulated his dick at the same time.
Mingyu’s plan was to play the man, but he wasn’t unaffected either. He was scattering kisses on Jeongguk’s neck, inhaling the soft scent that didn’t seem to be artificial. He damned being in the eyes of the public all the time as he wished to suck a hickey on the smooth skin, Jeongguk’s moans fuelling him on.
Then he stopped touching Jeongguk again with much difficulty. His goal was to work Jeongguk up but not let him finish.
He kissed Jeongguk’s lips that were agape and dry from panting.
“And if you manage to hold out, I’ll give you everything you’ve been dreaming of,” he nosed the man’s cheek. “No doing it with anyone, no masturbating.”
“Why?” Jeongguk whined softly, letting his weight against the wall short of breath.
“Because it’s fun. You love a challenge,” Mingyu chuckled lowly, nudging the man’s side with a finger. “Though it’s a challenge for me to wait too it seems.”
Jeongguk followed Mingyu’s gaze to see how aroused Mingyu was as well.
“Challenge accepted. But I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Does that apply to you too? You won’t jerk off until then?”
“No. Only you.”
“That sounds unfair.”
“Never said it was fair.”
“I don’t like this.”
“Yes, you do.”
Jeongguk frowned, punching Mingyu’s shoulder with a strong pout. Mingyu gave him a peck, not able to resist.
“Okay,” Jeongguk made up his mind. “I’ll do it. But the condition is that I don’t get to come unless it’s you, right?”
“Right.”
There was a small moment where Jeongguk looked away in thought, then turned to Mingyu with a happy smile nodding.
Mingyu suddenly had a bad feeling about it.