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Mingyu can still remember how this all started.

It happened after they got home from Japan, having done the last concert of their tour. Unlike the rest of the members who went back to Seoul after their Osaka concert, him, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan still stayed in Japan—them to shoot scenes for their subunit’s music video and him for his solo schedules as well as spend time with his family who flew in for the last two concerts.

Now, he and Wonwoo are at home. The two of them both have a day off before they start shooting a new episode of Going Seventeen tomorrow. It’s been a while since they’ve had time for each other—having had to do promotions for their album; Wonwoo’s preparations for his and Jeonghan’s album; both of their solo schedules; then preparing for other events.

It’s all hard work and so tiring and Mingyu just wants to spend an entire day alone with Wonwoo so, no one can blame him that when their rest days coincide with one another and they finally get time to themselves, he’s all over his boyfriend like a dog in heat.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, they don’t even make it to either of their bedrooms—Mingyu just drops Wonwoo on the sofa and starts taking both of their clothes off.

Wonwoo’s gasping at every thrust, his hands grasping at Mingyu’s shoulders and gripping tight in a way in which he knows will leave scratch marks afterwards—just how he likes it. He buries his face on the crook of Wonwoo’s neck, thrusting in and out to the sounds of him begging and whining so prettily for him.

He can immediately feel the telltale signs of his release building up so he sits up and hovers over Wonwoo, reveling in how debauched he looks: disheveled hair now wet with sweat clinging to his forehead; kiss bruised lips from Mingyu devouring them for what seemed like eternity; nipples so red and puffy from being bitten and sucked on constantly; glassy eyes at the pleasure he’s receiving; and his milky skin littered with bite marks.

He looks like an absolute dream.

Mingyu rolls his hips, earning another breathless cry from Wonwoo, who holds on to his forearms that grip his trim waist.

“F-fuck Mingyu, I’m-I’m gonna come.”

“Me too.” Mingyu gasps as he continues to thrust in and out of his wet and stretched hole.

Wonwoo suddenly lets out a loud cry as he arches his back, his cock spurting out come which paints his chest and stomach. Mingyu lets out a wolfish grin, seeing his boyfriend come untouched and that motivates him to thrust in and out faster before he ultimately reaches his release, burying himself inside Wonwoo as he comes.

Wonwoo whines, feeling hot white come fill him up. Mingyu grabs the butt plug he snatched from the bedroom and slowly pulls out, earning a choked cry from Wonwoo, before carefully and slowly inserting it inside his hole, causing him to let out a moan at the new intrusion inside of him.

He smiles and rolls over him, lying on the sofa and bundling his boyfriend up in his arms.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom.” Wonwoo murmurs against his heaving chest. “Stains are hard to get rid off in corduroy.”

Mingyu lets out a small chuckle and runs his hand through the strands of Wonwoo’s disheveled hair, earning a satisfied hum from him. “How’d you know that? You don’t even clean.” He lets out a yelp when Wonwoo pinches his nipple. 

“I accidentally spilled sauce on it months ago—you were overseas—” Wonwoo quickly says when he knows Mingyu’s going to ask, “and ajumoni gave me a thorough talk about eating my dinner in the dining area instead.”

Mingyu reaches down to give his butt a squeeze, earning a small moan from Wonwoo. “How come I’m finding out about this now?” 

“Well, I thought you were going to ask why the sofa’s cleaner than before you left but you didn’t.”

“I just thought ajumoni cleaned it as part of her job, I didn’t know you spilled sauce on it.” Mingyu then gives Wonwoo’s butt a slap as a scolding.

“Hey, stop that!” Wonwoo slaps his chest with the back of his hand. “You’re gonna make me come again.” 

Mingyu smirks. “Is that so bad?”

“If you want to explain to our cleaning lady what those white stains on the sofa are.” Wonwoo gently pushes him off. “You didn’t even clean me up before cuddling me now I’ve got dry come on my chest, fuck.” He grumbles as he gets off the sofa and starts limping to the bathroom.

Mingyu laughs, naked body still stretched on the sofa. He watches Wonwoo come back, wiping his chest with a damp towel. “Why are you so whiny today and not the cute kind where you want me to fuck you again?” 

Instead of answering, Wonwoo points to the spot right by the Mingyu’s torso. Mingyu’s smile drops when he notices the stain. He looks up at Wonwoo, who’s put on his glasses, staring at him unamused. 

Normally, he’d find a naked bespectacled Wonwoo standing in front of him enticing but he (unfortunately) ignores it in favor of snatching the towel from his hands and wiping the spot where the stain is.

“Fuck.” Mingyu curses and quickly gets off the sofa, thinking it’ll avoid him staining the sofa even more.

“I told you we should’ve done this in the bedroom.”

Mingyu scoffs and that earns a raised eyebrow from his boyfriend. “Sorry, I probably didn’t hear you say that because I was too busy trying not to fall to the ground when you jumped me as soon as I entered the apartment.”

Wonwoo’s jaw drops. “Are you seriously blaming me? Also, shut up, don’t act like you don’t like it when I do that.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t.” Mingyu denies and then he smirks as he teases, “I actually like it when you’re desperate for me.” Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “We can just tell ajumoni I spilled something on it, no big deal.”

Wonwoo frowns, leaning on his right side, inspects the sofa again.

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu sits back down on the sofa now that their short-lived argument is over, as most of them do.

Wonwoo crawls onto his lap, straddling him, and wrapping his arms around his neck. This causes Mingyu to smile, his arms immediately wrapping around him. He always loved how clingy Wonwoo got after having an orgasm (or two, or three) ripped out of him.

“Just… what you said.” At Mingyu’s confused look, he continues, “About liking how desperate I am.” He leans his head on his shoulder, “I didn’t know it happened so often.”

Mingyu chuckles. “Aw, baby, don’t stress too much about it.”

They settle into a few minutes of silence; Mingyu leaned against the sofa, an armful of Wonwoo on his lap, his head leaned against his shoulder; he’s running his hand up and down his back mindlessly, even drawing nonsensical patterns to pass the time.

“I bet I can control myself better than you.”

Mingyu pauses what he was doing and furrows his eyebrows. “What?”

Wonwoo lifts his head up from his shoulder and repeats himself. “I said, I bet I can control myself better than you.”

“Control—hyung, what are you talking about?”

“Sex.” Wonwoo elaborates. “You said you liked how desperate I am which means it’s happened on more than one occasion. Well, I’m going to prove you wrong.” He grins as if he’s thought of some genius masterplan.

Normally, Mingyu would find this adorable but he is just bewildered by what his boyfriend is saying. “Won, I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.” He runs his hands up and down his back, comforting touch. “I like it when you’re desperate for me.” 

“Well, I don’t.” Wonwoo says matter-of-factly. “It makes me feel like I’m so horny for you, that I can’t keep my hands to myself.”

“And I love that!” Mingyu counters.

“And when was the last time you were desperate for me?” Wonwoo challenges.

“Literally just half an hour ago! When I was balls deep in you!”

Wonwoo leans back and gives him a judgmental look. “Ah, Min-ah, don’t be so crass.”

“We’re literally cuddling naked after having sex and you’re judging me for saying something sexual?” Mingyu exclaims.

Wonwoo frowns. “That’s different.”

“Oh my god, and no, you know what? You’re wrong. I can control myself better than you.” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow and that forces Mingyu to elaborate. “I mean, I’m disciplined in general: workouts, diet, chores, money—”

Wonwoo interrupts him. “Are you saying I’m not disciplined?”

Mingyu scoffs and Wonwoo’s eyebrows couldn’t raise any further. “I mean… hyung, no offense, but remember when I told you I’d give you a hundred thousand won if you don’t stay up late playing games for a week.” He pauses and innocently asks, “What happened?”

Wonwoo doesn’t indulge him by responding about him failing ten hours into the challenge.

His hyung’s silence spurs him further and he shrugs his shoulders. “So yeah, I think if we were to see who can hold off sex for long, I know I would win.” He smugly declares.

He doesn’t anticipate the hand that stretches in front of him.

Mingyu looks down at Wonwoo’s hand then back at his boyfriend. “What.”

“So it’s a deal then?” Wonwoo asks, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “We’ll hold off sex for as long as we can and whoever breaks first, loses.”

“What.” Mingyu repeats.

Both of them stare at each other for what seem like minutes—Mingyu flabbergasted and Wonwoo annoyed.

“So?” Wonwoo asks, sounding impatient.

“Are you serious, hyung?”

“Are you in or not?”

“What? I was just—”

“Mingyu.”

“What’s gotten into you—”

“Mingyu.”

“I don’t think I can—”

“Oh, so you’re forfeiting? So, you agree that you’re just as desperate as I am.”

And hearing that switches something in Mingyu. He stares at the haughty look Wonwoo gives him like the brat he is. It’s something Wonwoo doesn’t do often—the public doesn’t know there’s this side of him and the members rarely see it come out but with Mingyu—for all the years they’ve been together—it's something he sees quite often.

He doesn’t mind it, actually, this side of Wonwoo. He loves it, in fact, such as he does everything about his boyfriend but something about today—Wonwoo being brattier than usual, his whiny voice, and his grumbling tone has Mingyu changing course.

So, he chuckles and watches Wonwoo’s face drop into a frown.

“Deal.”

“What.” Wonwoo parrots.

“Deal. We’ll hold off sex for as long as you can,” he watches Wonwoo’s confused face turn into one of annoyance, “and when you break, you lose.” 

“It’s whoever breaks loses, asshole.”

Mingyu waves him off. “Semantics. Now are you in or not?” He puts his hand out like Wonwoo did earlier.

Wonwoo grabs his hand and shakes it. “Deal. So, what happens when you lose?”

“When you lose, you mean.”

“Semantics.” Wonwoo mocks and Mingyu can’t help but his lips perk up at Wonwoo’s pettiness. “I haven’t thought about mine yet, what about you?”

“I haven’t thought of mine either. I’ll tell you when I think of something.”

Wonwoo nods. “Okay so, do we start now or—” He doesn’t get to finish speaking when Mingyu rolls them both down to the floor, cushioning Wonwoo’s head with his hands underneath, as he hovers over him.

“We start tomorrow. I want to get my fill in first.” Mingyu says before he reaches down and pulls the butt plug out, causing Wonwoo’s eyes to roll back and his mouth drops open.

It’s the next day after they’re done filming part three of Insomnia Zero when Wonwoo gets the idea of what the price of their bet will be.

“I’ll pay for my share of the closet if I lose.” Wonwoo tells him over dinner.

Mingyu pauses in his eating, the sight of him midway into eating a bland piece of chicken breast looking so comical Wonwoo wants to take a picture of it and send it to their group chat, then puts his food down and frowns. “What?” His frown deepens. “Hyung, you know I was just kidding about that.”

Wonwoo nods and smiles. “I know that but I can’t help but feel bad about it, you know?” He takes a bite of his meal before he speaks again. “You do so much for me, Mingyu-ya—you cook, you clean when ajumoni is not available, you buy stuff for our apartment. It’s the least I can do.”

Mingyu frowns, “You do the same thing too.”

“Not as much as you, though.” Wonwoo smiles. “Please?”

Mingyu hesitates. This bet was supposed to be something fun for the both of them to do but hearing Wonwoo suggest this as his losing prize, knowing there must be an underlying sorrow in his decision, makes Mingyu want to call off the bet entirely.

Wow, maybe Wonwoo is right, he has been thinking negatively more often these days.

But watching Wonwoo look at him with pleading eyes—eyes he could never say no to, ever. So he sighs and nods. “Fine, if that’s what you want.”

The big smile Wonwoo gives him melts his heart, even after all these years. “Thank you.” Then it turns into a smirk. “I mean, it’s not gonna happen anyways since you’re going to lose.”

Mingyu groans as Wonwoo laughs. “Aish, you are such a brat.”

He feels Wonwoo’s foot reach across and run itself down his leg. “Ah, but you love me.”

Mingyu shakes his head, smiling, ignoring the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach that he’s getting just from Wonwoo’s touch. Maybe he messed up the apartment’s temperature again. “Of course I do.”

Suffice it to say, Mingyu thinks he’s doing well with their bet.

Sure, he misses having (mind blowing) sex with Wonwoo but he knows there are other ways for them to show their affection and love towards one another.

One of them is hugging.

He’s really been into hugging Wonwoo a lot these days. Sure, he does it all the time even before this but ever since they started this, he notices he does it more than usual—how much he loves wrapping his boyfriend up in his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck then inhaling his lovely scent at the end of a tiring work day.

Wow, I really am similar to a dog, he muses to himself. 

And he knows it's too early to even say it but he knows he can do this. He realizes that even now without the bet, he and Wonwoo won’t really have time to have sex as he thought they would—with constantly being busy because of work, he can probably count on one hand how many times they do it in a month.

So, he can confidently say he’s got this. Easy peasy.

Unlike him though, that isn’t the case for Jeon Wonwoo.

When Wonwoo gets home earlier than expected from a solo schedule, he thinks about how he hasn’t played any games for a while now, so he immediately goes to his game room and powers up his computer.

He skims through the games he has downloaded on his desktop, picking a game he and Seungcheol were talking about the other day and then starting it. As soon as he does, he gets right into the rhythm of it. Playing games has always been therapy for him, the way his fingers move across the keyboard as he controls his character into whatever he can to win the game. He briefly thinks about playing this game for his next GAM3 BO1 live as he promised Carats he would do one again sometime soon.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat on his comfy computer chair in front of his three monitor setup—all he knows is that when he hears the telltale signs of Mingyu toeing off his shoes, he takes a quick glance at the window beside him and sees the sky has already gone dark. His attention goes back to his game, fingers flying all over the keyboard as he tries to dodge his character’s enemies and counter an attack. 

Suddenly, he feels hands rest on his shoulders.

“Hi.” Mingyu softly greets.

“Hey,” Wonwoo says back, eyes still on the screen. “I didn’t hear you open the door.”

“I’m not surprised.” Mingyu comments but there’s no malice to it. He then feels a hand card through his hair as Mingyu strokes it. “Have you eaten already?”

“What time is it?”

“Eight o’clock.”

“Wow.” Wonwoo snorts. “But, um… no, I haven’t eaten yet.”

Wonwoo hears Mingyu make a pained sound. “What? Hyung, you’ve been home for five hours. What did you do—wait, don’t answer that.” He sighs.

“How did you know what time I got home?” Wonwoo asks.

“I asked your manager if you got home already and he said yes.” Mingyu sighs again. “I’m going to go make you some dinner, stay right there.”

“Okay.” Wonwoo answers, his attention going back to the game.

It’s about fifteen minutes later when he succeeds in bringing his character to the next level that he decides to take a break. He quickly saves his game and stands up, wobbling and almost losing his balance as he hasn’t stood up in hours. He glances back at the open door to see if Mingyu can see him and sighs in relief as luckily he doesn’t because he’ll get an earful from him again about needing to take breaks when he plays. He stretches his arms over his head before he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

He walks into the kitchen to see Mingyu stirring the ramyeon in a small golden pot. He turns to look at Wonwoo and smiles sheepishly, “I was going to make you something healthier but it seems we have to do some grocery shopping first.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “It’s okay, I’ll add it to the list.” Mingyu turns back to the pot, trying to see if the ramyeon is cooked enough to serve so Wonwoo walks over to him, wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and leans his face against his shoulder. “Smells good.”

Mingyu hums as he grabs two eggs and cracks them on the pot, drowning in the soup as it welcomes the new addition to the dish then he mixes it a few more times before he turns off the stove. 

Wonwoo lets go of his waist but doesn’t step aside so when Mingyu turns, they’re standing inches apart. This startles a laugh out of Mingyu. “What are you doing?” He asks, amused.

Instead of saying something, Wonwoo leans up and softly captures Mingyu’s lips in between his own. This elicits a gasp from Mingyu who then reciprocates the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste of Wonwoo’s lips. Wonwoo pushes closer, practically trapping Mingyu as he devours his lips with soft and slow kisses. Mingyu pushes back, his arms wrapping around Wonwoo as he licks inside his mouth, earning a whine from his boyfriend.

Wonwoo loves how Mingyu kisses. It reminds him of how he lives his life—full of passion, without regrets, and enjoys every second of it.

“Mingyu-ah…” Wonwoo moans against his lips. It’s been so long—it’s been so long since he’s felt Mingyu’s touch on him like this. They never had the time to do anything else besides chaste kisses throughout the day and constant hugs and cuddling when the other is feeling restless and stressed. His hands start roaming up and down Mingyu’s biceps, squeezing the hard muscle. He pulls away to look at him and instead of seeing his boyfriend’s eyes filled with lust as he stares at him, he sees a smug face staring back at him. It takes him a few seconds but he blinks slowly, confused. “What?”

“Pay up.” 

“What—” Wonwoo is about to repeat when realization hits him. He then pushes himself away from Mingyu and takes a few steps back. “I did not lose!”

Mingyu points at Wonwoo. “You kissed me!”

“That doesn’t count! We kiss all the time!” Wonwoo argues.

“This counts!” Mingyu argues back. “You were fishing for sex!”

That shuts Wonwoo up immediately and he stares at Mingyu’s face with disdain. He only manages to mutter a quiet, “Fuck.”

Mingyu grins and he extends his hand. “Pay up.”

Wonwoo vehemently shakes his head, not wanting to back down. “New rule: you lose when you have sex.” He quickly says.

Mingyu’s grin drops and he puts his hand down then tilts his head in confusion. “What—how does that even work?”

Wonwoo stares back at him, splutters, then groans. “Fuck, I don’t know! Let me grab a paper! We’ll make a detailed list of rules.” He turns to walk out of the kitchen. “I am not losing this!” He shouts.

“You were going to if I didn’t stop you!” Mingyu shouts back from the kitchen.

“Yeah, so it means it doesn’t count!”

Wonwoo watches Jeonghan as he sits there thinking whilst taking bites of his dinner. He’s glad he and Jeonghan had the opportunity to spend more time with each other, all in due part for the fact it’s because they’re preparing and promoting their subunit album together.

Both of them admit that they haven’t really spent much time together, just the two of them as much as they would like to so getting this opportunity is something they’re both glad happened.

They’ve just finished their album’s concept photoshoot and have gone to Jeonghan and Seungkwan’s apartment to eat a late dinner (probably a midnight dinner if you asked Wonwoo). Sadly, one of their youngest and the other owner of the apartment is still at the studio doing some late night recording so he couldn’t join them. 

Wonwoo doesn’t know how the topic of his bet with Mingyu even came up but before he knew it, he was already telling Jeonghan about it, eliciting the shocked expression from his hyung.

After he finishes talking, he’s met with total silence.

“Say something.” Wonwoo prods after a few seconds. Jeonghan continues to stare at him with a blank expression and it makes Wonwoo sweat a little. “Hyung—”

Jeonghan looks away from him, waving his hands in front of Wonwoo. “Ah, I don’t want to look at you right now, I keep imagining it.” Wonwoo scrunches up his nose and Jeonghan turns in time to see it and scoffs. “Oh, come on, you tell me that you and Mingyu are having an ongoing sex bet, how do you think I’m supposed to react to that?”

Wonwoo starts to pick at his food, a forlorn expression on his face. “Well stop acting like a prude about it and help me.”

Jeonghan squawks. “Now why would I help you with something like this?”

“Because you’re my hyung, you’re supposed to help me when I’m having problems.”

“Not like this!” Jeonghan retorts. “Ask Shua, he’s the real sex freak.” He looks at Wonwoo, who has a contemplative look on his face. “I was just kidding.” He deadpans.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t want to lose!”

“So what if you lose, it’s just paying for one third of the closet. You can afford it.”

“Yes, but it’s the principle of it and I have my reasons why I'm not paying. Now, not only will I lose and pay but it’ll just make Min smug about the fact that I’m more desperate for him than he is for me.” Wonwoo grumbles before taking a bite of his dinner.

“Ah, now I understand.” Jeonghan nods agreeingly and Wonwoo points at him with his chopsticks, thanking him for finally understanding his predicament at seeing this in a competitive way and not a loss financially. He hums. “So what are the rules? How do you know if you’ve lost or not?” He picks a piece of radish and pops it into his mouth. “I don’t see how finally having sex is a losing situation for either party.”

“Okay, so we made rules,” Wonwoo starts and Jeonghan couldn’t resist letting out a snort before he grabs his glass of beer to mask the sound he just made. Wonwoo looks at him uninterested before he continues, “so we made rules. Well, it was only a handful so as to not make them complicated.” 

Jeonghan shakes his head in amusement. “Fine, what are they?”

“So, we can still kiss, right? We kiss each other in the morning, then before we leave for practice and individual schedules, and then in between if no one’s around, and then before we head off to bed—”

“Okay, I get it. You two kiss each other a lot.”

“So those don’t count because it’s just us showing affection. This bet wasn’t intended for us to stop acting like a couple. It only counts if it leads to sex like what happened a few days ago where I—”

Jeonghan puts his hand up. “I don’t need to know the details.”

“Okay, anyway, it only counts if it leads to sex.”

“So how would you know that?”

“We established a word. When it’s said by one of us, it means we can’t take it anymore and we forfeit the bet and we lose.”

Jeonghan nods slowly. “Okay, that seems simple enough. Just two rules. So, when you lose, you pay your share of the closet, right?” Wonwoo nods. “What about Mingyu? What happens when he loses?” 

“He has to be the first one in make-up.” 

Jeonghan’s jaw drops.

Wonwoo nods. “Unless someone spoils our activities to the fans and until we change the rules, he has to always be first in make-up.”

“You sadist!” Jeonghan cackles before he reaches over to high five him. “Ah, Wonwoo-yah, I taught you well! I taught you well!”

“This is why I need your help, hyung. I can’t lose.”

“What even is there to do? You guys can kiss, just don’t have sex. We barely get time off to relax these days, I think you two won’t even notice you haven’t had sex in a while.” Jeonghan waves him off.

“But hyung,” Wonwoo leans closer with a pained expression, “this is Mingyu we’re talking about. I can’t—” He closes his eyes as if what’s happening hurts too much, “he walks around shirtless in the apartment and I can still resist that but he does other things—it’s like… I know he’s not doing it intentionally but he—” He closes his eyes again, images of Mingyu the past few days filtering through his mind, and he opens them quickly.

Jeonghan stifles a laugh at seeing Wonwoo struggle with the idea of jumping Mingyu. At that, an idea forms in his head. The look is all too familiar with Wonwoo so he raises his eyebrow, interested. “What are you thinking about?”

“I know how you can win this.”

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When Mingyu walks into the apartment around noon, he fully expects Wonwoo to still be there. He just finished attending the Bulgari pop-up event this morning and has gone home to change into comfy clothes before he goes to the company for a recording session at Jihoon’s studio then attend their dance practice afterwards.

Yet he’s still surprised when he walks in and sees Wonwoo standing in the living room. No, he’s not surprised Wonwoo’s here—after all, besides also being the owner of this apartment, he knows that, based on his schedule, he leaves in an hour for his dance practice with Jeonghan for their M Countdown performance.

What he’s surprised about is that Wonwoo’s standing in the living room. Shirtless.

Most specifically, he’s standing in front of the framed row of magazines Mingyu has put up on their wall. His back is turned to him so he can only see his damp hair, rivulets of water running down the wide expanse of it, and the back of his sweatpants clinging to his trim waist. Either he hasn’t noticed Mingyu’s arrival or he’s too engrossed in staring at the magazines to give him a few seconds of his attention.

“Won?” Mingyu calls out.

Wonwoo looks over his shoulder and blinks at him through his horn-rimmed glasses. “Oh hey, you’re back.” He glances at the digital clock above the front door. “That was fast.”

“Yeah, it was.” Mingyu absentmindedly says before he walks towards him. “What are you doing?”

Wonwoo turns back to the magazines and hums. “Just admiring the covers. Might get some inspiration on what poses I can do for the photoshoot.” Right. Mingyu remembers Wonwoo’s booked for a magazine photoshoot this week.

“Oh.” Mingyu nods, eyes now fixated on Wonwoo’s body. “Why don’t you have a shirt on?”

Wonwoo looks down as if finally noticing he’s half dressed. “Oh! I went to the kitchen to make myself some coffee and I was waiting for the water to heat up.” He looks at Mingyu. “Do you need to leave already after changing?”

Mingyu shakes his head. “No, I told them we’re going together since I know you’d still be home.”

He smiles as he watches Wonwoo’s expression fall into a grateful smile. “You’re so sweet, Mingyu-yah.” He reaches over to pinch his cheek. “I’ll just change and pack my coffee and we’ll leave, okay?”

Mingyu nods before Wonwoo turns to go back to his room. His eyes can’t help but stray downwards to Wonwoo’s ass as he walks, nodding appreciatively to himself. Wonwoo has been hitting the gym more times recently than he did before, all thanks to Soonyoung’s and Mingyu’s insistence.

Still, he swallows drily, watching Wonwoo’s hips give a small sway as he walks. 

Yeah, all that hard work is definitely showing itself.

Mingyu finds himself in a similar situation as he was a week ago.

It’s another lucky day for both of them getting a day off together and normally, Mingyu would prefer doing what he and Wonwoo usually do (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) but with the ongoing bet, that seems unlikely to happen.

For now, he settles with the fact that Wonwoo’s practically dead weight in his arms, having fallen asleep to the movie they were watching that he picked. He frowns, his poor hyung must have been so tired from his schedule yesterday.

As the movie ends, the Netflix page starts loading up a new movie and Mingyu sits up to grab the remote to change it but in doing so, jostles Wonwoo half-awake, who whines. He quietly apologizes and Wonwoo sighs, eyes still closed, but when Mingyu sits back down on the sofa, Wonwoo snuggles closer to him, causing him to smile at how adorable he is.

He’s currently flicking through the selection of shows and movies when he feels it.

A barely there touch on the exposed skin between his sleep shorts and tank top. He looks down and sees Wonwoo’s limp fingers lying on his waist. He frowns.

Hmm. That’s weird.

He goes back to paying attention to the television when he feels it again. This time, when he looks down he sees Wonwoo’s fingers moving, grazing the skin there softly.

“Won?” Mingyu quietly calls, trying not to scare his boyfriend awake.

Wonwoo hums, then he opens his eyes and looks up at Mingyu, blinking slowly. “Sorry. Did I bother you?” He says, words slurring with sleep.

Mingyu shakes his head. “No, I just thought you were asleep.”

“Yeah, I was.” Wonwoo gets off him, stretching his arms with a groan and Mingyu can’t help it but his eyes flicker down to his stomach when his shirt rides up. “But I think I felt my back hurting from this position, so I sort of woke myself up.”

“Oh, do you want to go to bed then?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.” He reaches up to scratch the back of his head. “I’m sorry I fell asleep to the movie, it’s just that you were so comfy I couldn’t resist. I must’ve been more tired than I thought.”

Mingyu laughs. He always loved it when Wonwoo’s brain-to-mouth filter malfunctions when he’s barely awake. “It’s okay, hyung. Do you still want to cuddle?”

Wonwoo nods. “Of course, Min.” He leans back and lays his head down on Mingyu’s chest, the latter wrapping his arms around his shoulders. He sighs, his hand running up and down Mingyu’s torso. “I love cuddling you so much.”

Mingyu smiles, although it doesn’t quite reach his eyes because suddenly Wonwoo’s hands are running up and down his upper body—roaming from his neck down to his pecs then down to his stomach—and it’s making him feel certain emotions .

No Mingyu! No! Stop! You can’t have sex with Wonwoo! He mentally scolds himself.

But I want to!

Well, you can’t!

Why not?!

Remember the bet, Kim Mingyu! Or do you want to be the first in line for make-up?!

You know what? That doesn’t sound so—

“Min?” Mingyu looks down at Wonwoo, who’s looking up at him with a curious look on his face.

Fuuuuuuuck, he’s so cuuuuuuute.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay? Do you want to go to bed now?”

“I thought you didn’t want to—”

“Yeah, but you look so tired. I really don’t mind sleeping early tonight if that’s the case.” Wonwoo smiles gently.

Mingyu nods. “If that’s what you want, then sure.” Wonwoo pulls away from him while he turns off the T.V.

Both of them stand up and go to Mingyu’s room, their bedroom for the night. Once they’ve settled in, Mingyu rolls over to wrap his arms around Wonwoo, who’s scrolling through his phone.

“Good night.” Mingyu kisses his cheek.

He feels Wonwoo grin. “G’night.” 

Mingyu closes his eyes as he pulls Wonwoo close, enjoying the warmth and sturdiness from his boyfriend.

This is good, Mingyu. This is better. He tells himself as sleep finally consumes him.

Mingyu doesn’t notice when it happens the third time.

It’s because he doesn’t expect it to happen when they’re a few hours into their Mogu-Mogu advertisement shoot of all places. They’ve shot the video commercial already and are now doing the individual photoshoots and their photographer decided to do it by age so they started with the oldest members first, leaving the rest of them to wait.

Which wasn’t a problem since some were still getting their make-up done while some were talking to the staff members while some were relaxing by the couches and some were like Mingyu and Wonwoo, who went off to eat a late lunch together.

So that’s where we find the pair at the catering table, perusing the selection of food laid out for them. 

Mingyu grabs a plate and starts filling it up with some of Wonwoo’s favorite dishes. “Mingyu-yah, that’s a lot of food.”

He nods. “I know, hyung. You need to eat a lot, we’re going to be here all day.”

Wonwoo grimaces as he starts placing food on top of one another on the plate he’s holding. “I think that’s enough, you know how I get when I’m full.”

After filling two plates worth of food, Mingyu obliges and they walk over to a corner they spotted hidden away from the other members and staff which were a set of tables and chairs laid out for them to use while they eat.

Most days, Mingyu would be out there conversing with the staff members and the backstage crew, eager to know how certain equipment worked for these types of shootings or joking around with the other members, taking videos of whoever is having their pictures taken right now to show it to them later. But right now, hidden in a secluded corner with Wonwoo, almost as if they’re the only ones who exist in this little world sounds much better to him.

He likes this. Contrary to popular belief, probably due to his extroverted nature and his job, people always assume Mingyu always prefers and loves the fun and the loud side of everything—and that may be true to some extent—but being with Wonwoo, both as his friend and as his lover, he’s learned to appreciate quiet moments like this more often.

He takes a piece of tteokbokki and feeds it to Wonwoo, who tries to dodge it. “Ah, Mingyu-yah, it’s okay, I can do it by myself.”

“I know but this is to avoid your clothes from getting stained.” He gestures to the white ensemble he’s wearing, much like his own.

“Are you saying I’m a messy eater?” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow.

Mingyu stares at him. 

Wonwoo stares back. 

Mingyu continues to stare.

Wonwoo sighs then opens his mouth. Mingyu smiles and feeds him.

“Whoa, that’s good.” He praises, chewing the tteokbokki slowly. Mingyu nods as he takes a bite himself. 

Both of them eat in silence. Wonwoo scrolls through his phone, legs crossed, while Mingyu feeds him and eating his own food as well. Often, Wonwoo would tilt his phone to show Mingyu something and he’d nod if it’s a comment Wonwoo saw or laugh if it was a cute or funny video.

“Hoshi-ssi, you’re up!”

Mingyu sticks his head out from behind the wall they’re hidden at to see Soonyoung stand up from the couch and walk towards the set. “Guess you’re up next after Hoshi-hyung.” He turns to Wonwoo, seeing him look at him with a soft smile. “What?”

Wonwoo continues to smile. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For always taking care of me.” Wonwoo responds then reaches over and grabs Mingyu’s hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb. “You’re always looking out for me. I feel like I don’t tell you how much I appreciate you enough.”

Mingyu smiles back, feeling warm at Wonwoo’s smile and gratitude. “It’s no problem, hyung.”

Wonwoo bows his head shyly, a smile still etched on his face. He’s so cute, Mingyu sighs internally. Wonwoo suddenly looks up. “If I could, I would kiss you right now, you know that right?”

“I understand the feeling.”

Wonwoo laughs. He lets go of Mingyu’s hand and stands up, walking around the small table towards him. “How about a hug then?”

Before Mingyu can ask what’s gotten into him, his boyfriend leans down and wraps his arms around him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He’s startled but ultimately hugs him back, wrapping his arms around his waist. He closes his eyes and breathes in the smell of Wonwoo’s cologne, a comforting scent he’s known to love and adore.

He revels in the feel of Wonwoo’s arms around him. This is what he meant as something he started to appreciate ever since they started this bet—he gets more chances of hugging Wonwoo. It’s something he realizes he hasn’t done often even before this; something he feels like he’s taken for granted now that it’s right in front of him.

Before he could pull away, Wonwoo suddenly sits on his lap. Startled, he’s lucky that he’s able to accommodate his weight as he quickly situates Wonwoo properly on top of him, making sure they don’t accidentally bump their food off the table.

“What are you doing?” Mingyu chuckles.

Wonwoo continues to bury his face on his neck, feeling his hot breath, which causes him to close his eyes at the sensation it brings him and that causes him to unintentionally grip Wonwoo’s waist tight.

Which in turns causes Wonwoo to softly gasp. “Mingyu-yah…” He whines.

Mingyu swallows. “Hmm?”

“If you hold me too tight, you’re going to leave marks on my waist.” Wonwoo pulls his face away to look at him, tilting his head, all innocent-like.

They’ve had this conversation before. One too many times, actually. The fact that Mingyu gets very enthusiastic when it comes to touching Wonwoo, holding him so tight as if someone’s about to steal him right off from under him.

“Sorry.” 

But both of them know all too well how Mingyu isn’t at least sorry and how he enjoys this—his mind suddenly flashing to a particular event from a few months ago during a night spent after one of their concerts in Tokyo, adrenaline high and full of energy.

Wonwoo was on his hands and knees, naked except for that cat beanie perched on top of his head. He’s still got those gems stuck to his face and he looked so adorable that Mingyu couldn’t wait to ruin him as soon as they got back to their hotel.

They’ve still got another show left tomorrow but he doesn’t care as he continuously trusts in to him deep and fast from behind, hands gripping that trim waist of his so tightly, fully intent on leaving marks, not giving a damn whoever sees—

“Wonwoo-ssi, you’re up next!”

Wonwoo quickly stands up, smoothing his attire out. “Oh, that’s me, I better go.” He leans down and kisses Mingyu’s cheek. “See you later.” He says before he walks towards the set with one of the make-up artists meeting him halfway to do some retouches.

Mingyu follows Wonwoo with his eyes as he gets ready, watching his demeanor quickly change as he talks to the photographer while getting his make-up retouched.

He sighs and looks back at the food laid out of the table then he looks down at his half-hard cock and groans.

It happens again a few days later.

Right at the company of all places.

They’re in the practice room, preparing for their performances for the Weverse Con Festival where they’ve selected a range of songs they’ll be performing. Seungcheol, Jihoon, and Soonyoung are going over the proposed setlist, selecting which songs they’ll be performing first then what comes after.

They’re currently practicing for their unit songs, the Hiphop unit now performing after Vocal and Performance just finished. They start going over the blockings that the members and the dancers are going to do, surmising the size of the stage at the event. After which, they do a run through of their performance, trying to imagine how big the stage would be to get a good look at how they’ll be using it.

After they’re done with the first run through, Seungcheol calls for a break before they continue on their next set of practice.

“Ah, thank god, I gotta go to the bathroom.” Mingyu says.

Wonwoo laughs. “Me too.”

As they walk out of the room and down the hallway towards the comfort room, Mingyu briefly notices they were the only ones who left. After he finishes, he walks out of the stall to see Wonwoo’s already washing his hands.

“So, any idea for dinner tonight?” He asks, putting his hands under the sensored faucet.

“I’m thinking of fried chicken. You know, the one I got from that restaurant when we did that live last month?” Wonwoo suggests. After he finishes washing his hands, he goes to the dryer.

“Yeah, that’d be good. My trainer still has me on a diet for the Calvin Klein shoot so I’m still eating bland chicken breast.” Mingyu pouts, grabbing tissues from the dispenser and wiping his hands clean.

“Aw, that sucks.” Wonwoo sighs, walking towards him. “But I know it will all be worth it, Min-ah. You worked really hard for this.”

Mingyu nods and looks at him, smiling. “Thanks hyung.” 

“Also I can’t wait to see the pictures that come out.” Wonwoo teases, causing him to laugh.

“Of course and don’t worry, you’ll be the first person to see them.”

Wonwoo pouts. “I better be.” 

Oh, how he loves this man so much.

“I love you.” He voices out.

Wonwoo grins. “I love you too.” Then leans up and kisses him.

Mingyu closes his eyes, welcoming the feel of Wonwoo’s lips against his own. He’s leaning against the sink counter while Wonwoo pushes his body against him. They kiss softly, savoring each other’s lips after so long.

Okay, maybe it’s been a total of ten days now but it feels like forever since they’ve done this.

Mingyu softly moans when he feels Wonwoo’s tongue insert itself inside his mouth, causing him to automatically reach out and grip his hips.

Wonwoo reaches and cups his cheek, licking and tasting his lips. He kisses like he’s in no rush, savoring every corner of Mingyu’s mouth as if they’re not on borrowed time.

Mingyu groans, leaning forward to discreetly rub himself against Wonwoo as the older one doesn't stop kissing him.

Wonwoo’s other hand grips his hip, stopping him from continuing his ministrations and then he pulls away. Mingyu opens his eyes, dazed at what just transpired, preparing himself for Wonwoo to tease him about what he just did but instead, he just pats his cheek softly. “Let’s go before Scoups-hyung asks one of them to come looking for us.” He softly smiles as if he didn’t just practically give Mingyu the kissing of a lifetime.

Still dazed, he asks, “Huh?”

Wonwoo laughs. “Come on.” He says before turning around and walking out of the door, leaving Mingyu still disoriented as to what just happened.

When he gets back to the practice room, still reeling over what just happened, he tries to find where Wonwoo is.

He tries to spot him as he looks around the crowded room. When he finally does, he sees him at the far end of the room, leaning against the wall, and staring at him with a smile on his face.

He’s about to smile back when he notices something. He squints his eyes suspiciously.

He knows that look anywhere. It’s a look that is not unfamiliar to him.

It’s a rare look, actually. But it’s a look he’s only seen a handful of times that it’s been ingrained in his memory because of it.

He’s seen it for the first time during their pre-debut days when Wonwoo told him his parents didn’t allow him to spend the holidays with him and then on Christmas day, he surprised him by visiting him at his house; he’s seen it again when he told Mingyu he doesn’t have anything planned for his 18th birthday but then he threw the greatest party Mingyu’s ever had; he’s seen it once more when while in Italy, he told Mingyu he didn’t get him anything during one of his souvenir trips but when they got home, he gave him a custom-made vase with their initials on it.

It’s the smile he gets when he’s up to something—

Oh.

It sets into Mingyu what Wonwoo’s been doing while on his dinner with Seungcheol, Seokmin, and Soonyoung.

The trio notice how quiet he’s been—an unusual sight on a normal day but an even unnatural sight when alcohol is involved. So, Seungcheol bites and asks him what’s wrong and that pushes Mingyu to tell them everything.

Which is something they probably regret doing now.

Nevertheless, like the good leader and older brother he is, Seungcheol nods along to his anecdote and then after Mingyu finishes talking, he clears his throat and concludes, “I think he’s trying to seduce you, Gyu.”

“What?” He asks, but then it quickly hits him. He can’t believe he didn’t realize this sooner. After years of being together, of course he knows what Wonwoo does and looks like when he’s being seductive. It’s just that… “I didn’t expect him to go through this route.” 

“Well, Won’s always been competitive. Like the rest of us.” Soonyoung comments.

“Yeah, but he always played fair.” Mingyu frowns.

“Were there rules saying you can’t seduce each other?” Seokmin frowns.

Mingyu frowns. “Well no but…” 

“You know what I think? This has Jeonghan written all over it.” Seungcheol adds, shaking his head in amusement.

Soonyoung rolls his eyes. “Not everything has to involve Jeonghan-hyung, you know?”

“I know but given what Mingyu just told us, I can clearly tell Jeonghan put him up to this.” Seungcheol explains.

Seokmin snorts. “What, are you some kind of Jeonghan-detector now?”

Instead of being embarrassed, Seungcheol shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe.”

Hearing that gives Mingyu pause. Now that he thinks about it, whenever he sees Wonwoo and Jeonghan talking to each other lately and he’d meet the older’s eyes, they would glint as he stared at him teasingly. He always assumed it’s just Jeonghan being Jeonghan but now he can guess what it’s truly about.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Get even.” Seokmin quickly responds. The three of them turn to him and Seokmin points his chopsticks at Mingyu. “Get even, Gyu.” He presses, a somewhat manic look in his eyes that has the three of them looking over concerned.

“How do I do that?”

Seokmin leans back in his seat. “If he’s seducing you to get you to lose this bet, you do the same!” He gestures to him with open palms. “You’re Kim Mingyu!” He exclaims as if that explains everything.

Mingyu turns to Seungcheol, who’s looking at Seokmin with amusement. “Hyung?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “Normally I’d pull you two aside and make you stop but since Hani has put his hands on this, I’m doing the same. So, go ahead.” He makes a point by dramatically lifting his hands up, eliciting laughter from Soonyoung and Seokmin.

Mingyu turns to Soonyoung. “What do you think I should do?”

Soonyoung hums. “Well, I love a competition so I say go for it, seduce him back.” He tilts his head from side to side as if contemplating whether he should say this or not. “But my money’s on Wonu to win, by the way.”

Seokmin nods. “Yeah, same.”

Mingyu’s eyes go wide. “What? I thought you guys were on my side!”

“We were but,” Seokmin exchanges glances with Soonyoung, “if money’s involved now, I’m betting on Wonwoo-hyung.” He tilts his head from side to side as if contemplating his next words. “I mean, I have no doubt you can do this—if it were against anyone else—but him going against you ? I just think he has more chances of winning this.”

Soonyoung agrees. “Yeah, I just think Wonwoo winning is a bigger possibility than you, too. No offense but I mean, you are—how does Vernon say it? Oh! ‘Down bad’, he calls it. Down bad for Wonwoo.” He explains, saying the phrase in English with that shit-eating grin of his.

Mingyu groans, folding his arms on the table and burying his head between them. He turns his head to Seungcheol. “What about you, hyung? Are you on my side?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “Sure, why not?” Then he slaps the back of his hand on the side of his arm. “You’re paying for this, by the way.”

Mingyu groans again.

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Ever since Mingyu realized what Wonwoo’s been doing, he cannot not notice it anymore.

The teasing gazes, the sly touches, and especially the suggestive comments.

It’s just hard to believe Wonwoo would do this, Mingyu muses to himself. 

Wonwoo’s got a competitive nature, sure, but he never thought he would be so intent on winning this little bet of theirs that he’d do this sort of thing. Throughout their entire relationship, he can count on one hand the amount of times Wonwoo had to seduce him because as embarrassing as it sounds, his boyfriend is so gorgeous that even him blinking his eyes turns Mingyu into a puddle so he never really resorted to doing something like this before.

Funnily enough, he’s putting more effort into this than any game they’ve played where the stakes are much better and higher. He can’t decide if this amuses him, turns him on, or both.

Instead of thinking about this for much longer, he decides to watch him instead. Now knowing what he knows, he’s been observing Wonwoo ever since—seeing what his next move is and how he executes it.

Well apparently, this happens during their next Going Seventeen shoot. Or so he thinks.

The staff bring them to a location outside of Seoul for the shoot. None of them know why when the theme of today’s shoot could’ve been done in a simple office space in the city but as they’ve already booked the place, they have no choice but to let themselves be brought there.

For today’s shoot, the stylists have dressed them all in a mix of dark and light blues, dressing some members in white and others in denim. Mingyu likes the ensemble he’s given, dressed head to toe in denim, and he looks over at Wonwoo, who looks to be dressed the same albeit with a black top underneath.

Wonwoo, probably sensing eyes on him, turns to face him and gives him a small smile before going back to conversing with their make-up artist.

The shoot starts and ends quicker than any of them expected. It still took them a few hours to shoot the entire episode but seeing how the sun is still out by the time they’ve finished, this is something a lot of them can still consider as “early”.

As their PD yells “cut” on the shoot, Mingyu—the first and newly appointed Class President of Going Seventeen (he’s still blushing just thinking about it)—bows in thanks to all the staff members here today.

Seungcheol immediately wraps his arms around his shoulders, giving him a tight hug as congratulations while Seungkwan, Hansol, and Minghao flock to him to give him teasing pokes and comments.

“So does this make Wonwoo-hyung your first gentleman?” Minghao teases, making Hansol and Seungkwan laugh. Mingyu gives him a light push in response, causing Minghao to laugh too. He instinctively looks over at Wonwoo, a habit he does a lot these days, and sees him talking to Chan and Jisoo.

As one of their managers announces that they’re rounding up the vans to take them back to Seoul for their dance practice, they decide to walk around the location, mesmerized by the luscious greens outside when they arrived earlier.

Mingyu remembers exchanging glances with Seokmin and Wonwoo earlier, their photographer’s eyes lighting up in wonder at the beauty of the place. He thanks but declines one of the assistants’ offers for an iced americano and walks out into the gardens, seeing the other members already exploring the place.

He spots Wonwoo already outside, walking with Chan, Jisoo, and now Junhui. 

“Ah, it’s so hot!” He hears Junhui exclaim.

Suddenly, one of their assistants rushes over and offers him a small fan and offers to take his jacket. Junhui sheepishly smiles before accepting their assistant’s offer, bowing his head in thanks. The assistant looks to the rest of the group, who shake their heads but thank her for the offer.

But when she turns to Wonwoo, he nods at her so she holds out her hands expectantly. Mingyu watches as Wonwoo takes his denim jacket off, a black tank top underneath it, which causes Jisoo to whistle. “Wah! Wonwoo-yah! Look at those biceps!”

Wonwoo laughs. “Hyung, keep it down.” He passes his jacket to the assistant, thanking her before she leaves.

Mingyu stands there, admiring the build of Wonwoo’s body—the way the tank top accentuates his torso; his arms looking bigger, his shoulders looking wider, his chest looking sturdier. He’s seen Wonwoo shirtless countless times and yet, the way he looks now… and fuck, look at his collarbones. He just wants to bite it, lick it, and leave kisses around it… if he could… he would surely do, hoping it leaves a mark.

He thinks about the things Wonwoo did during their shoot. He knows that he wouldn’t risk their relationship all just to win a silly game but the way he gazed at Mingyu earlier when he was the one being grilled on by everyone else; the teasing tone in his voice when he asked how much money he gave out for Parents’ Day (Mingyu scoffs, as if he wasn’t there when he gave them the money and as if he didn’t give the same amount to his appa as well); and the way he acted so cutely that Mingyu’s sure they all saw him malfunctioning and he knows the editors are going to include that in the final cut.

God, Jeon Wonwoo. You will be the death of me.

“Mingyu-ssi?”

Mingyu whips his head around to see the same assistant who was talking to Wonwoo earlier.

“Yes noona?” He asks, cheeks flush red.

“I said, if you’re feeling hot I could take your jacket for you.” She apparently repeats.

He shakes his head vehemently. “No, it’s okay, noona. I’m good, thank you though.” The assistant nods before she turns and leaves.

He sighs before he turns back to see Wonwoo taking pictures of Chan leaning against a tree. He bites his lips, watching the way his back shifts at every move he makes. God, they work out together most times, how did he not notice Wonwoo’s body was becoming like this? Maybe he should talk to their trainer, convince him to tell Wonwoo he doesn’t need to workout everyday. Yeah, that’s right, that’s a good thing to do. Later, after practice, he’s going to meet him for a workout session, maybe he can—

“Mingyu-yah, why are you standing there like a statue?! Let’s take some pictures of each other! Come on!” Seungcheol calls out as he approaches him, arm stretched out with his phone in hand.

He nods quickly and grabs the phone that Seungcheol passes and starts following him. As they go in another direction, Mingyu turns his head to see Wonwoo’s back still turned to him.

“You really need to step up your game, man.” Seungcheol tells him. 

“What do you mean?” 

Seungcheol scoffs. “He’s not even doing anything but showing a bit of shoulder and batting his eyelashes at you and you’re acting like he’s flashing his tits at you.” 

Now it’s Mingyu’s turn to scoff. “Fuck off, don’t like you’re not doing the same thing with Jeonghan-hyung.”

“Well, it’s fine with me because we don’t have a bet going on so I can act all stupid in love with him.” Seungcheol defends. “Now take a picture of me beside this rock.”

When they announced their next Going Seventeen episode was going to be TTT, suffice it to say Wonwoo was ecstatic. It’s one of his favorites to do for their show and after three years, they’re finally doing it again.

Their group chat has been blowing up since this morning, the members all abuzz about taking at least a day break from practices and their other schedules.

The night before, he and Mingyu pack the stuff they need for the trip, putting them in one luggage and bringing a small bag with them for toiletries. The next morning though, Wonwoo had to leave early to meet Jihoon and Bumzu for a quick recording session for their next album so when Mingyu told him he’ll just bring their stuff later, he only got to give Mingyu a quick kiss goodbye before he left.

So when he entered the practice room with the rest of the members, not only was he surprised to see Mingyu’s already there but more importantly, what he was wearing.

“Good morning president!” Junhui greets.

Mingyu turns to them after one of the staff members has secured his microphone on his vest’s collar. His cheeks redden at the title but nonetheless he walks towards the group who’ve just arrived and gives them all a short bow. “Good morning everyone.”

Jisoo gushes. “Our president is so dutiful.” 

Mingyu walks towards them, shaking each of their hands and hugging them afterwards. Wonwoo watches amused as some of them have fun with it—Jihoon actively avoids a hug from Mingyu before he’s caught in an embrace; Soonyoung leaning in for a kiss but Mingyu pushes his face away; and Hansol opting for a fist bump instead.

Unsurprisingly, Wonwoo’s the last of their group to get a hug as Mingyu walks towards him with a shy smile. Wonwoo looks around to see the camera staff have gone to record Jisoo and Seokmin talking about the glasses Jisoo just gave him.

“Good morning president.” Wonwoo murmurs, eyes trailing down Mingyu’s outfit.

Mingyu smirks. “Good morning first gentleman.” Wonwoo scoffs at the title the members have bestowed on him and that causes his smirk to widen.

He steps forward and wraps his arms around Wonwoo’s waist, pulling him close. Wonwoo sighs happily at the feeling, his hands automatically clutching Mingyu’s biceps, giving them a small squeeze before he slides his arms around his neck and hugs him back. Suddenly, he hears a small chuckle from Mingyu before a hand slides down from his back to his backside and then he suddenly feels a hand squeeze one of his butt cheeks, causing him to jump.

“Mingyu—”

“Okay, let’s get this started!” Seungcheol calls out and the pair quickly pull away, Wonwoo’s eyes averting as if similar to children getting caught doing something naughty (which technically they were).

He looks back at Mingyu and his eyebrows furrow when he notices the small smirk on his lips before he turns to go back to the members. Wonwoo glances at them and catches Jeonghan’s eyes glinting with mischief.

He doesn’t realize what that entails until they’re picking groupings and Wonwoo gets pulled in with Jeonghan and Jisoo.

As soon as Wonwoo turns off the camera, Jeonghan asks, “So, how’s Operation: SlutWoo going?”

Jisoo almost chokes on his drink. Wonwoo glares at Jeonghan, “Can you not call it that?”

“What?” Jeonghan shrugs, a relaxed smile on his face. Oh yeah, he’s drunk. “It has a nice ring to it.” 

Jisoo wipes his mouth with a tissue. “What’s Operation: SlutWoo?” 

Jeonghan giggles as Wonwoo continues to glare at him. “Want me to tell him or should you?” Before Wonwoo can say anything, Jeonghan answers, “I told Wonwoo to seduce Mingyu so he can lose their little sex bet.”

“Hyung!” Wonwoo hisses, looking around the restaurant. It’s futile, given that they’re out of the city on a weekday so they’re basically the only ones in and they’re tucked away so no one can hear their conversation. Nonetheless, it’s still embarrassing for him to say it out in the open.

Jisoo makes a surprised face. “Wow, I never expected you and Mingyu to do something like this. I’d expect it from Hannie and Cheollie but not you two.” He leans against his seat, a faux curious look on his face. “Now I’m curious, how does Jeon Wonwoo seduce?”

Jeonghan bobs his head up and down. God, he's wasted. “Yeah, I wanna know too. Did you see Mingyu’s face earlier? He looked like he was ready to jump you. Well,” He hums, “you looked like you were ready to jump him too.”

“Is Mingyu seducing you too?” Jisoo asks and gasps. “Is that why he was wearing that vest earlier?” He makes a point to wrap his hands around his arms. “Did you see his biceps? Oh Wonwoo, he was seducing you too!”

“Will you two shut up?” Wonwoo starts rubbing his temples. He sighs then mutters. “I wouldn’t even call what I’m doing as seducing…”

“How so?” Jeonghan asks before taking another bite of his food.

Wonwoo shrugs. “I would just touch him a little bit, be a little suggestive with my words, and—oh, then there was that time I was shirtless at home. That’s it.”

Jisoo coos and both Wonwoo and Jeonghan look at him. “That’s so cute. He goes crazy even at the smallest things.” He pouts then looks at Jeonghan. “Is there a betting pool going on about this? Who do we think will win?”

Jeonghan looks at Wonwoo who raises an eyebrow before he looks back at Jisoo. “I’ll ask Dokyeom to add you to the group chat.”

Wonwoo’s jaw drops in shock while Jisoo cheers.

It’s late in the evening when they really start settling in.

The camera crew have left for the night, returning tomorrow in the morning to record the rest of their stay but before they leave, the members have handed them some of the beer from the beverage cooler to take home, much to the staff’s amusement. As soon as they leave, they grab whatever’s left from the beverage cooler and are now all drinking again.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s in the room he shares with Jisoo, dressed in his pajamas and just having done his skincare routine. He was supposed to go downstairs and see what everybody else was doing but he’s now on his bed, scrolling through his finsta as the sound of his friends laughing and hollering and singing downstairs loud enough for him to hear puts a smile on his face.

He hears footsteps nearing his room and he looks up to see Mingyu, a towel wrapped around his waist. He walks over to their open shared luggage and starts grabbing his clothes before he turns to Wonwoo and points, “Are those my pajamas?”

Wonwoo looks down. “Um, no. This is mine. We bought matching ones, remember?” 

Mingyu nods before he goes back to the open case. 

Wonwoo stares at him, looking at the way his abs glisten with small droplets of water from the shower. He swallows as a droplet slides down from his neck down to the center of his pecs down to his abs and disappears underneath his towel.

He looks up and meets Mingyu’s eyes. “Are you going to sleep?”

Mingyu shakes his head. “No, not yet, I’m going back down. Scoups-hyung made this drink for Myungho and I’m going to film his reaction to drinking it.” 

Wonwoo chuckles. “I’m surprised he agreed to that.” He gets off the bed and walks towards him. “I think you should get changed now before the editing team has a change of heart and puts a scene of you shirtless in the episode.”

Mingyu laughs. “You know they wouldn’t do that. The staff love me, they even cover me up when my shirt rides up a little bit.”

Wonwoo smiles, agreeing. “Yeah, but unless someone downstairs is doing backflips or did something hilarious, they might include this so you better go on and change.”

Mingyu laughs again but this time, it has a teasing undertone to it that has Wonwoo raising an eyebrow. “You’re just saying that because this is driving you crazy right now.” 

“What?”

Mingyu steps towards him. “I know what you’re trying to do, Won.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, eyes still focus on Mingyu’s face, not letting them stray downward like he badly wants to.

“I know you’re trying to seduce me.” Mingyu presses his finger on the center of Wonwoo’s chest. “You’re trying to seduce me to win the bet.”

Wonwoo tilts his head, uninterested, and it would be so adorable to look at in any other circumstance—Wonwoo in silk pajamas, face scrubbed clean, and wearing a fluffy headband to keep his hair out of his face—but Mingyu isn’t laughing, instead he levels him with the same gaze, the pair looking at each other challengingly.

“So what if I am?”

And he admitted this a couple of days ago, Mingyu would’ve been surprised.

Now though, he just steps closer but Wonwoo stays firm in his place so when he leans over, his face is inches away from him. Wonwoo swallows.

“You think I'm just going to let you do this?” Mingyu’s eyes briefly flicker down to his lips then back up and it has Wonwoo swallowing again. “Don't bite off what you can't chew, Won.” He whispers before he grins then leans in, pecking his cheek, the action surprising Wonwoo. “Goodnight I'll see you tomorrow.” He says before he straightens up and walks out the door.

On the way, he passes Jisoo. The older’s eyes glance down at his state of undress but Mingyu doesn't acknowledge it, only giving a brief ‘hi hyung’ as he passes by.

Jisoo walks in, sees the state Wonwoo’s in and winces. “I take it that he found out about your plan.”

Suffice it to say, Wonwoo didn’t get enough sleep last night.

After that fascinating talk with Mingyu and him finding out how he’s been trying to win their bet, he went to the other house to sing karaoke with Soonyoung and Junhui then went to drink with Seungcheol and Chan until the wee hours into the morning.

So he’s a little bit groggy right now to say the least and it doesn’t help that Mingyu, Seokmin, and Seungkwan are outside singing so loudly, trying to wake all of them up.

As soon as all of them have woken up and have eaten their late breakfast-slash-early lunch and are now killing some time before they can officially leave, Mingyu finds himself sitting next to Wonwoo by the pool.

Wonwoo’s nursing a can of Redbull and Mingyu can’t help but nudge him lightly. “Yah, how many times have I told you not to drink that so early?”

He looks down at the can then back up at him. “I’m sleepy, Min.”

Mingyu is exasperated at his reason. “Then drink some coffee. Didn’t Dokyeom bring some from the staff?” At the mention of his name, Seokmin runs past them giggling with Soonyoung following after him.

“What’s the point? Both of them have caffeine in them.” Wonwoo murmurs before he lifts the can up to take a sip.

Before he could, however, Mingyu gently grabs the can and puts it on his side. “Stop, I’ll get you an Americano on the way to practice.”

Wonwoo sighs and nods, defeated, closing his eyes.

Mingyu frowns. “You okay?”

“Just tired.” Wonwoo opens his eyes again, his gaze looking unfocused. “I drank more than I should have last night.” 

Mingyu’s lips lift up slightly as he remembers the events of last night wherein Wonwoo went back down after their talk then sat and drank with the members again—even trying the concoction Seungcheol made for Minghao.

“Did you take our luggage from the bedroom?” Mingyu nods. “Ass, you didn’t even leave some clothes for me to change into.” He mutters, though not unkindly.

Mingyu chuckles. “Well, we’re leaving soon anyway so I thought you’re fine with not dressing up.”

Wonwoo groans. “I feel so sticky, can we go home first before we go to practice?”

Mingyu nods. “Sure, I’ll tell the staff.” 

Their eyes shift back to the members, watching Seungkwan, Soonyoung, and Seokmin continue to play around with each other when Wonwoo turns to him. “Hey, so about the bet…”

Mingyu, eyes still on the trio, “What about it?”

“I want to talk to you about why I did that.”

Mingyu finally turns to him. “Yeah?” Wonwoo nods but before he could continue, however, a voice calls out.

“Mingyu-yah! I want a rematch!” Seungkwan points at him while sipping his iced Americano. “You agreed you were going to give me a chance!”

Mingyu chuckles at Seungkwan’s antics before he nudges Wonwoo lightly and murmurs, “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Later” turned into the next evening as practice ended later than usual and both of them had to attend separate schedules before meeting again at Jihoon’s studio to finalize some parts for their upcoming album.

As both of them lie in Wonwoo’s bed—Mingyu sat up on the pillows, scrolling through his phone—Wonwoo turns to face him. “So should we have that talk now?”

Mingyu briefly glances at him. “What’s there to talk about?” He sighs and puts his phone down and adjusts his position so he can lie down next to him. “You want to win this bet so bad, you’ve resorted to playing dirty.”

Wonwoo is taken aback. “Hey! I am not ‘playing dirty’!”

Mingyu chuckles. “Oh yeah? Then what’s with the whole—” He starts fluttering his eyelashes, “Mingyu-yah, you take so good care of me!” He says in a high pitched tone as he reaches out to rub his hands on Wonwoo’s arms. “You’re so sweet and so handsome!”

He pushes his hands away. “Fuck off…” he frowns. “I don’t sound like that.” He shrugs. “Besides, I tell you that all the time.”

Mingyu grins. “I know but I also know—” he wraps his arm around him and pulls him close, earning a light punch to his chest. “You’re doing this to get a rise out of me.”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “It's not my fault you get so easily horny.”

“Oh yeah, I’m horny while you’re so composed.” He sarcastically says and it makes them both laugh.

Wonwoo purses his lips. “Are you going to stop me though?” Surprisingly, Mingyu shakes his head. “Oh? Why not?” Suddenly, Mingyu turns shy and that in turn amuses him. “Mingyu-yah, what is it?”

“I’ve thought about it and… I like it.”

That surprises Wonwoo. “Really?”

He nods. “Yeah, also I think…” he leans closer, “it’s exciting.”

“Oh.” He clears his throat, trying to quell the excitement coursing through him at Mingyu’s confession. “So, if I were to—” tease you, seduce you, push you to the edge of wanting to fuck me “you wouldn’t mind?”

“As long as you don’t mind if I do the same.”

“Oh.” He breathes out, staring into Mingyu’s eyes. “Oh, okay, sure. I don’t mind either.”

Mingyu grins wide, fangs prominent. “Really?”

He nods. “Yeah, wow, so we’re really doing this?”

Mingyu giggles. “I guess so.” He covers his face shyly which puts a smile on Wonwoo's lips. “I don’t know why I’m so excited about this.”

He reaches out to stroke Mingyu’s hair. “It’s because we don’t do this sort of thing, Min-ah. We usually just… let our passion get the best of us.” 

Mingyu giggles again. “Remember what happened when we were in New York? God, I thought our manager was going to push me into traffic for what I did to your neck.” His eyes light up. “But it was so fun and thrilling!”

Wonwoo grins, continuing to stroke his hair. “As long as we’re careful in public. It’s not like what it was before, if people see either of us looking worse for wear, we’re going to be blasted all over social media.” Mingyu agrees.

“So… let’s shake on it?” He offers his hand. “To make it official.”

Wonwoo accepts his hand, shaking it. “To make it official.” He sighs. “God, wait ‘til the members hear about this—wait, you know what? Let’s not tell them about this. I’ve already been getting weird looks from Hoshi, I don’t need anymore of that.”

Mingyu laughs. “Did you know they have a group chat betting on this?”

Wonwoo nods. “Yeah, I was with Hannie-hyung earlier and I heard him getting Woozi to join it.” 

“Oh yeah, who’s he betting on to win?”

“You, unfortunately.” Wonwoo playfully rolls his eyes.

“Hey!” Mingyu grins wolfishly. “You’re acting like I’m not winning this when you’re the one who started this whole… ‘seduction’ thing to win in the first place.”

Wonwoo groans and lightly pushes him away much to Mingyu’s amusement.

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As promised, Wonwoo’s the first to see Mingyu’s Calvin Klein campaign photos.

Which really isn’t all that surprising since he went to visit the set despite the warnings from their manager. It’ll just be a few minutes. He told him. I’ll just stay by the sidelines so I won’t bother and catch attention.

Despite his excuses, their manager gave him an uninterested look.

He groaned. “Come on, please, hyung? I promised him I’d be there to support him.”

At that, their manager sighed, nodded, and went to inform the driver that they’re making a quick stop somewhere else.

Which is how he’s here, standing by the sidelines—as he promised—watching his boyfriend pose for the camera. He’s really outdone himself, Wonwoo thinks, as he watches Mingyu move around the set, his muscular body—that he’s been exercising vigorously for months and how he’s finally comfortable in showing it in public—moving around with such grace as he gives the photographer and videographer multiple poses.

He unconsciously licks his lips underneath his face mask, watching him practically seduce and entice the camera. Fuck, he’s known this man since they were teenagers and they’ve been together for so long but Mingyu’s beauty never fails to hypnotize and paralyse him.

Which is why he can’t be faulted for seducing him in the first place to win their bet. I mean, Wonwoo knows he’s attractive and a head turner as well (Seungkwan loves showing him those Tiktok videos of his “iconic looks” and “boyfriend-coded” edits that never fail to make him blush red) but there’s just something about Mingyu that he knows he’ll never win against.

And he’ll never tell his boyfriend this because he’ll just whine and tell him he’s wrong because everyday Mingyu is in awe of his beauty and these compliments will either make him blush and leave the room or he’ll kneel in front of Mingyu and pull his pants down—you see where I’m going with this—and this is why he can’t let him win this bet.

“Okay! I think we’ve captured some great shots for this!” The photographer yells out. “Would you like to take a look at them, Mingyu-ssi?” After one of the assistants wraps a robe around Mingyu, he nods then walks over to the monitors to see the shots taken of him.

“So, now that you’ve seen it, can we go?” His manager whispers to him.

He doesn’t say anything, watching Mingyu nod at every picture he’s being shown. After which, one of the assistants shepherds him off the set—probably to his dressing room—as the photographer and staff members start discussing what set of photos to do next and setting up the next backdrop.

It’s not a few minutes later when his phone buzzes and he opens it to see a message from Mingyu.

Minmin [10:09]: on break from the shoot imy :) [image attached]

He bites his lips, looking down at the picture Mingyu attached to his message. It’s one of his outfits from earlier, from before Wonwoo arrived, and it’s him in a pair of denim jeans, wearing a gray hoodie and a denim jacket over it and nothing underneath it, exposing his abs.

“Mingyu just texted me,” He tells his manager. “I’m just gonna go give him a quick visit.”

His manager stares at him for a few seconds, knowing what this entails, before he sighs and waves him off. “I’m giving you ten minutes.”

He grins. “Thanks hyung.”

He quickly finds Mingyu’s dressing room, following the direction where he went off to earlier, and gives the door a slight knock before he enters. As he walks in, he sees Mingyu sitting on the chair in front of the mirror, wearing a gray Calvin Klein shirt and jeans, and getting touched up by the make-up artist.

“Oh hi hyung!” Mingyu greets. “I didn’t know you’d be visiting!”

Nice acting, Min. I don’t know why no one’s offering you another acting project yet.

“Hey, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.” He grins. “I saw a little bit of your shoot, you’re doing amazing out there.”

“Thank you hyung, that means so much.” 

“And we’re done!” The make-up artist announces with a flourish of her brush like some fairy godmother. “Oh, by the way, one of the assistants told me they’re going to need a few minutes before the next shoot. Something about technical difficulties or whatever.”

“Oh.” Mingyu nods.

“So, I guess this means that you two have a few minutes to catch up.” She grins. “I’ll leave you to it. Bye!” Both Mingyu and Wonwoo give her a nod before she leaves, closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Wonwoo strides over to Mingyu and kisses him. Mingyu, surprised, gasps but ultimately gets his bearings as he kisses him back, tilting his head up to chase Wonwoo’s lips.

“Fuck, you looked so hot back there.” Wonwoo moans between kisses.

“Really?”

“Why are you surprised?” Wonwoo chuckles, planting one then two pecks on his lips before he pulls away. “I brought you something, by the way.”

He finally notices the bag Wonwoo’s carrying and he lets out a gleeful gasp when he sees what it’s inside. “God, I’m starving.” Mingyu whines as he takes the bag of Hoppang. He grabs one and tears it in half then devours both halves in two bites.

“Whoa, whoa.” Wonwoo laughs, gently taking the paper bag from him. “Slow down, tiger.”

“‘Orry, ‘m ju’t s’ hung’y.” He says through a mouthful of Hoppang he’s still chewing. He accepts the water bottle Wonwoo gives him and after taking a few sips, he releases a sigh. “I haven’t eaten anything since I’ve arrived.” 

Wonwoo coos, “My poor baby. How about after your shoot we can go out and have a late lunch, hmm?”

Mingyu nods. “That sounds great.” He grins then his eyes widen. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I’m going to Paris tomorrow.”

Wonwoo’s eyes go wide as well. “What? All of a sudden?”

Mingyu sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, my manager just told me earlier. They’re opening a new branch and invited me to be there… but! I’ll just be gone for two days.”

Wonwoo nods. “That’s fine, Min-ah, I understand.” Then he frowns. “Wait, tomorrow we’re showing the guys Hannie-hyung and I’s music video.”

At that, Mingyu’s smile falls. “Oh honey… I’m sorry.” 

Wonwoo watches the frown that sets into Mingyu’s lips—knowing him for so long, he can practically see the array of emotions passing through him, probably thinking about how he can still watch Wonwoo’s music video with him.

To quell his frustration and growing anxiety, he places his hand over his. “Let’s watch it tonight, how about it? I’ll ask the staff if I can get a copy earlier so we can watch it together.”

“Really?” And he gives Wonwoo one of those expressions where he thinks if Mingyu had a tail it’d start wagging.

There’s a knock on the door and the same make-up artist from before peeks her head in. “Mingyu-ssi, we’re ready for you.” She smiles but all of a sudden it drops as she squints her eyes at them both but doesn’t say anything while Mingyu nods and stands up. As he and Wonwoo leave the dressing room, the make-up artist’s eyes following them, she finally says, “Let me touch up your make-up first, the lip gloss is all smudged.”

Both Wonwoo and Mingyu look at each other with cheeks red as the make-up artist applies a new layer of lip gloss on Mingyu’s lips.

“Sorry noona,” Mingyu apologizes while his make-up is being retouched, “hyung brought me Hoppang.” Wonwoo gives him a half hearted glare to which his boyfriend responds with a grin. 

The make-up artist just nods. “It’s fine,” she takes a step back to assess her work before she pockets the lip gloss, “at least I don’t have to cover up a bite mark again like last time, right Wonwoo-ssi?” She gives them both a teasing grin before she walks off causing the couple to blush red.

“Wow.” Mingyu breathes out once the video ends.

Wonwoo, seated beside him, is nervous. “So, did you like it?”

Mingyu whips his head towards him with an incredulous look. “Like it? I loved it, baby!” The arm he has behind Wonwoo wraps itself around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “You looked so great! You were, like—like this—mysterious character in a fantasy movie!”

Wonwoo’s cheek flush red at the praises. “You really think so?”

“Yeah! And everyone’s going to think the same thing too!” Mingyu grins and leans in to pepper his face with kisses. “And also, how hot you look in the video.” He teases.

Wonwoo laughs. “Min-Min—Mingyu! Stop that! It tickles!” 

Mingyu smiles against his neck. “I’m really proud of you, hyung.”

Wonwoo feels like his heart is melting. “Really?”

“Very much.” Mingyu sighs. “I’ll miss you.”

Wonwoo snorts. “You’ll only be gone for two days.” Mingyu stays silent, eyes closed as he breathes in Wonwoo’s scent. He sighs and reaches over to smooth the back of Mingyu’s head. “I’ll miss you too.”

“I know.” Mingyu lets out a small chuckle. “Try not to do multiple Weverse lives while I’m gone, yeah?”

Wonwoo pushes him away, causing him to laugh. “Ugh, asshole.”

“Hey! I’m not done cuddling you yet!” Mingyu whines, pulling him back against him. “I wanna get my dose of Jeon Wonwoo while I’m across the world.”

Wonwoo laughs. “God, you’re really like a dog.” He says but lets himself be pulled down their sofa as Mingyu continues to cuddle him.

They stay like that for a few minutes—basking in the silence with the blast of the aircon the only sound emanating around the room.

Wonwoo’s eyes start drooping heavily, letting sleep slowly consume him—one of the last things on his mind is if he can wake up early to at least make Mingyu a light breakfast for his flight—when he feels it. His eyes open and he looks down at Mingyu, who’s moved down to his stomach or as much as his body can accommodate on the sofa.

“Min,” He says tiredly, “what are you doing?”

Mingyu looks at him through his eyelashes, his lips pressed against the sliver of skin exposed between his shirt and sleep shorts. “Getting my dose.” He murmurs before he softly litters the exposed skin with kisses.

Wonwoo swallows. “Mingyu…” He softly moans, his hand reaching down to intertwine themselves through the damp locks of hair. “Is this…” he gasps at the light suck Mingyu gives his stomach, “is this allowed?”

“Only if you come.”

“Fuck.” Wonwoo watches as Mingyu sits up, hooking his fingers on the waistband of his sleep shorts. “Mingyu, please…”

“Please what?” Mingyu whispers, almost as if he spoke louder, it'll break whatever spell is surrounding them.

“I don’t wanna lose this bet.” He looks down at the rest of Mingyu’s body and notices the bulge in his boxers. Fuck, oh how he missed that.

Mingyu climbs over him, leaning down to give his lips a bruising kiss. “You won’t.” He whispers against his lips. “Just don’t come.”

“I can’t do that.” Wonwoo practically whines, hands reaching out to grip Mingyu’s hips. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Try.” Is what Mingyu says before he goes back to sitting at the end of the sofa, hooking his fingers on his sleep shorts again before finally pulling them down. Wonwoo, the horny bastard, automatically lifts his hips up so Mingyu can properly pull them off, his boyfriend smirking at his action.

“Shut up.” He mutters, cheeks flushed red as his cock slaps against his stomach.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Mingyu whispers, which elicits a small laugh from Wonwoo. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you didn’t miss this too.” He says, cupping his bulge.

“I wanna see it too.” And who was Mingyu not to comply? So he quickly gets off the sofa and takes off his boxers, his erect cock standing tall, causing Wonwoo to moan.

He climbs back on the sofa, over Wonwoo again, and kisses him, causing Wonwoo to arch up against him, hands grasping his back. He lets out a groan, feeling Mingyu’s cock bump against his and before he knows it, he feels Mingyu’s soft and large hand grasp his cock, causing him to pull away from his lips to let out a loud groan.

Mingyu immediately places his hand over his mouth. “We have to be quiet, the ahjussi is back, remember?”

Fuck. Right. He forgot about that.

You see, Mingyu and Wonwoo have this older neighbor, who lives on the same floor as them. Wonwoo doesn’t really know much about him, other than he’s old, divorced twice, and has a son who could be the same age as their parents. Mingyu, the social butterfly and the most patient man in the world that he is, can’t even stand a second talking to that older man without wanting to bash his head in but, he does know that his apartment isn’t really his permanent home, it’s just a place his son bought for him for when he wants to stay in Seoul.

None of them know if the old man has intense hearing or he lives inside the walls (as Hansol once joked) but he’s very sensitive to sound going around the apartments (or maybe it’s just them—Mingyu did see how he raised his eyebrow when he saw the both of them leaving their apartment together one evening) so even the slightest noise, the couple will be expecting a knock at their door and a reprimand to please quiet it down, I know you two are mega superstars but please have some respect for your elderly neighbors, hmm?

Mr. and Mrs. Kang from down the hall aren't like this, Mingyu bitterly thought.

But yeah, because of their neighbor, the both of them make it a point not to do any loud activities that could elicit a visit from the old man. One of them is sex.

Wonwoo grabs Mingyu’s hand on his mouth and slowly pulls it away. “Should we stop then?” He whispers.

At that moment, Mingyu twists his wrist which elicits another loud groan from Wonwoo, causing him to place his hand right back on his mouth. “No. Just keep quiet and don’t come, yeah?”

The death glare Wonwoo gives Mingyu prompts him to grin. Fuck you, Kim Mingyu.  

Mingyu pulls his hand away from Wonwoo’s cock then spits on it before he grasps it again, stroking it in a way he knows his boyfriend loves.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow, eyes closed, as he’s bombarded with a mixture of sensations all coming from Mingyu alone. His hands are grasping the sofa instead, feeling like if he grabbed Mingyu, he’ll leave scratches all over his body from how he’s trying so hard to keep everything in.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Mingyu whispers against his cheek, his hot breath fanning against his skin.

He can do nothing but moan against the hand covering his mouth.

“It’s been so long since we did something like this, yeah?” Mingyu asks, stroking his cock in a way that has Wonwoo lifting his hips up to chase the sensation. “Remember when we’d do it in the dorms and we had to keep quiet so no one would hear us?” He chuckles. “Fuck, that was so hot. The way your eyes would water because you wanted to scream when I—” he twists his wrist, “do this.” He grins, watching Wonwoo’s grip on the sofa get tighter. “You’ve always loved it when I did that.”

Wonwoo swallows, one of his hands reaching down to grasp Mingyu’s hand on his cock.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” Mingyu murmurs. “You always get impatient when you’re about to.” He grins, pecking his cheek. “Such a brat.” He loosens his grip on his cock and Wonwoo lets out a harrumph through the hand still covering his mouth which causes Mingyu to laugh. “I did say you can’t come or…” He looks down at their hands then back at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, “you’re fine with forfeiting the bet?”

Wonwoo glares at him but he looks so adorable—tears threatening to spill out of his eyes, hair in disarray and sticking to his forehead, eyeglasses practically sliding off his face—that Mingyu can’t help but let out another laugh.

He grips his cock again, Wonwoo losing concentration as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. He can feel it—the sensation deep below his belly, he’s about to come—just a few more strokes and oh fuck, that’s—

And suddenly he feels nothing. 

He gasps as Mingyu removes his hand away from his mouth and he watches as he leans against the other end of the sofa, looking at him with a teasing glint in his eyes while lazily stroking his cock as if it’s not as hard as he is. He looks down at his, seeing how wet it is due to the mix of pre-come and spit but still erect. He looks back at Mingyu, who’s grinning at him like the sadist he is.

“You told me you didn’t wanna lose.” He shrugs, answering his silent question, hand still stroking his cock.

“Fuck you.” He spits out before he gets off the sofa and grabs his sleep shorts, quickly putting them on then heading to his room.

But not before he hears Mingyu’s teasing voice say, “Patience, baby.”

As soon as he closes the door behind him, he slides off his shorts and grasps his cock, stroking it fast and hard, not caring that his elbow’s bumping against the door, surely letting his boyfriend know what he’s doing—he’s on a mission and he doesn’t give a fuck.

It takes no less than a minute before he comes, his head thumping against the door as he tilts his head back, letting out a low groan at his release. 

Though as he grabs a bunch of tissues and wipes his hand before discarding them, he wishes it was Mingyu’s hand instead of his.

The next day, as Mingyu prepares to leave for the airport—dressed head to toe in Calvin Klein attire—he double checks if he hasn’t left anything, trying to quickly remember what items are with him and what are with his manager.

He putters around the apartment, doing a mental checkoff while Wonwoo’s at their kitchen preparing him a packed breakfast.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything.” Mingyu finally says.

“You sure?” He nods. 

Wonwoo walks towards him, a wrapped sandwich and a carton of apple juice. Mingyu looks down at it and grins, “Thank you baby.”

Wonwoo smiles. “Have a safe trip.”

As Mingyu nods, his phone buzzes, knowing it's his manager telling him they’re ready to leave. “I gotta go.” Wonwoo nods. “I’ll text you when I get to the airport.” He nods again. “And I’ll text you when I get on the plane.” He nods once more as he follows Mingyu to the door, already rolling his luggage for him. “And I’ll text you when we’re about to leave.” Wonwoo opens the door. “And I’ll text you when we land.”

“Mingyu!” Wonwoo halfheartedly shouts, rolling his eyes at the teasing grin his boyfriend has on his face. “I know, I know. Just go or you’ll miss your flight.”

Mingyu smiles. “I’ll miss you.”

“Me too.” Wonwoo leans in to kiss his cheek. “Now go or else.”

“Or else what?” Wonwoo gives him a glare. He laughs. “Fine, fine I’m going.” He kisses his cheek. “Bye, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He waves at him as he rolls his luggage towards the elevator. He watches as Mingyu gets in the elevator, turning to him and giving him one last wave before the doors close.

He sighs, leaning his cheek against the door frame.

Oh how he misses him already.

Mingyu, true to his word, sends him pictures once he’s on the plane. He’s seen the pictures and videos of him arriving at the airport, waving to the reporters and fans as he is shepherded towards his flight. The first picture he sends is of the table in front of his seat at the plane, the sandwich and apple juice Wonwoo prepared for him laid down on it.

Minmin [09:20]: thnx for the breakfast 💋

The next message he sends is a selfie of him, leaning against his seat, still wearing his Calvin Klein cap. His lips are pouting as he stares in the camera’s lens.

Minmin [09:25]: gonna sleep thru this 13 hour flight so i won’t miss u 2 much 🙁

Wonwon [09:26]: what if u dream of me 😲

Minmin [09:26]: 😭

He places his phone down on the table as he gets up to wash the plate and cutlery he ate his breakfast with. Once he finishes drying them, he goes back to his phone to see Mingyu posted on both his Instagram stories and Weverse.

Sure enough, the picture he posted on his stories is the one he sent to Wonwoo and another new one he took. 

Wonwon [09:58]: have a safe flight i love you ♥️

Minmin [09:58]: 💋♥️

It’s not even a whole day yet since Mingyu left for Paris and Wonwoo misses him already. He’s left for work earlier than he usually does, because oftentimes he and Mingyu would stay a couple more minutes just doing whatever. But now, he has no choice but to leave.

He decides to visit Jihoon at his studio to pass the time before the other members arrive for their scheduled dance practice. As soon as he enters, he sees Jihoon exiting a window on his computer.

“Hey,” he greets as he walks in, plopping himself down on the couch behind his computer. He gestures to his computer, “you working on a new song?”

Jihoon snorts. “When am I not?”

Wonwoo purses his lips. “Is it another ballad?” He grins.

Jihoon sighs, reaches over to flick his forehead. He yelps as he rubs the spot where Jihoon flicked him. “For the last time, I am not giving you our unit song. Besides, your album’s been finalized. They’re literally releasing it in a few days!”

Wonwoo pouts. “I was just kidding.” He leans against the couch, sighing at the feel of the cotton on his skin. No wonder Jihoon would rather sleep here than back at his own apartment.

“So I take Mingyu's left already, huh?” He asks, spinning his chair back to face the computer.

Wonwoo sighs. “Yeah.”

“Which is why you’re here so early.” Jihoon deduces.

Wonwoo sighs again. “Yeah.”

“How’s that bet going, by the way?” He asks, eyes still on his computer.

Before Wonwoo can tell him anything, he points at him. “Aren’t you betting against me?” Jihoon looks at him over his shoulder. “Yeah, you are, so I’m not telling you anything.”

Jihoon laughs. “Relax Wonu, I don’t care which one of you wins.”

“Then why’d you bet on Mingyu then?”

Jihoon shrugs. “Felt bad for the poor guy, he only has Scoups-hyung on his side. Even Myungho was betting on you to win.” That elicits a laugh from Wonwoo.

At the mention of their eldest, the door opens and in walks Seungcheol along with Jeonghan.

Jihoon sighs. “Is everybody just using my studio as a waiting room nowadays?”

Jeonghan nods. “Yup!” He grins and waves. “Hi Wonugie~”

“Hi hyungs.” He greets as Jeonghan flops next to him. He watches as Seungcheol makes a beeline towards Jihoon, looking over his shoulder to see what he’s working on. 

“Hey, aren’t you guys showing us your music video later?” Jihoon asks.

Jeonghan chuckles. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” He runs his hand through his hair. “It’s a shame Mingyu couldn’t watch it with us.” He tells Wonwoo, leaning his head on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, I already showed it to him last night.”

Seungcheol gives him a teasing grin. “Looks like someone got an early showing.” 

Sensing the innuendo behind his words, Wonwoo scoffs, “It wasn’t like that.” Although the fact that his ears are turning pink has Jeonghan snorting.

“Oh god, what’d you two do now?”

“Nothing!” He quickly defends though it just makes his friends look at him suspiciously.

Jihoon laughs. “You can be such a shit liar.” 

Sensing that whatever he says won’t stop them from teasing him further, he sighs. “Fine, something happened last night.” Jeonghan cheers, having caught on to his lie, Seungcheol snorts, and Jihoon lets out an ‘eugh’ in disgust. “But I’m not telling you what it is!”

“Aw.” Jeonghan pouts.

“I’d cut my ears off if you did, actually.” Jihoon says, earning him a slap and a laugh from Seungcheol.

Jeonghan leans in closer, assessing his face. “So I take it the bet’s over now?”

“Oh no, it’s still pretty much on and I am going to win this!” Wonwoo harrumphs.

“Well, if you want to win this, you’ve got to step up your game then.” Jeonghan tells him. “Whatever Mingyu did to you last night must’ve had some effect on you.” 

“Wow.” Seungcheol nudges Jihoon lightly. “Maybe we are winning this bet after all.”

“No,” Wonwoo points to the both of them. “No, you’re not. I’m winning this bet and I’m not paying for the damn closet and Mingyu’s going to be first in make-up.”

Jihoon shrugs. “Well, whatever you say, man.” He says before he returns back to his work with Seungcheol behind him.

Jeonghan leans his head on his shoulder. “Hey Wonu-yah,” Wonwoo hums. “I think I have something you can use to win your bet.”

“Yeah?” Wonwoo sighs. “What is it?”

“I’ll give it to you later. Find me and Shua after practice, yeah?”

Wonwoo sighs again. “God, I feel like I’m going to regret this already.” 

Jeonghan just lets out a laugh.

Chapter Text

Once Mingyu lands in Paris, he’s greeted by an onslaught of people waiting for him at the airport so he is quickly ushered by security to the van waiting for him to bring him to his hotel.

Once he’s there and his luggage is brought to his room, he checks the World Clock app to see that it’s night time at South Korea and remembering their schedule, the guys are most likely still practicing or already finishing up; which reminds him that today is when Wonwoo and Jeonghan are going to show their music video to them.

Thinking about Wonwoo puts a smile on his face; he misses him already and even if it’s only for a couple of days, he can’t wait to see him again.

There’s a knock on his door and it’s his manager telling him to freshen up because they’ve got a whole agenda for the day. He nods and as the door closes, he quickly gets himself ready.

This isn’t his first time in Paris, not by a longshot, but every time he’s here, he’s always in awe of the entire place—from the food, to the architecture, to the people, and the culture itself—and it makes him long to spend more time here, not for work but for leisure… preferably with a six-foot-tall rapper with fox-like eyes and an interest in photography much like himself.

So, he takes a lot of pictures, with both his phone and one of the film cameras he owns, in between shootings and breaks from the promotional video he’s doing for Calvin Klein. He sends some of them to Wonwoo, hoping he sees them after he’s done with work and maybe they can chat a bit before he heads off to bed.

They finally finish around the afternoon, the director and the campaign staff satisfied with the shots they’ve taken of him. As they head back to their hotel, his manager hands him back his phone.

“Looks like Wonwoo-ssi misses you.” His manager tells him. “Your phone won’t stop buzzing earlier.” 

Mingyu only chuckles as he unlocks his phone and opens their text thread. As soon as the messages load, his smile drops at what he sees and before his manager can peek in to see what’s got him reacting like that, he quickly locks his phone.

His manager gives him a confused look and he nervously laughs. “Sorry hyung, I… uh… I forgot Wonwoo-hyung and I were going to do a quick video call before he went to sleep.”

He nods. “Oh, okay. Well, don’t let me keep you. Tell him I said ‘hi’.”

Mingyu nods quickly. “Yes, I will. I’ll see you guys at dinner.” He gives him a wave before he practically runs to the elevator, wishing it’ll fly him up to his room.

As soon as he gets inside his hotel room, he unlocks his phone again and scrolls up to the last message he and Wonwoo sent each other. The new messages were sent an hour ago and Mingyu swallows drily as he slowly scrolls down each picture.

It’s Wonwoo wearing fucking lingerie.

He stares at each picture for longer than a minute, practically memorizing every bit of it into his mind. His boyfriend is posing proactively in his picture, showing off every bit of his body that turns Mingyu insane (which is everything).

He swallows drily as he stares at one picture of Wonwoo looking over his shoulder, the lace purple panties hugging his round butt cheeks. The next picture that he sees has his knees buckling and he has to sit down before he collapses.

It’s Wonwoo in his room.

The first picture was a selfie of him, his fox-like eyes large and sharp behind his steel-rimmed glasses and his long hair falling over his forehead as he smiled at the camera, the lace bralette peeking in on the corner of the picture. 

He swipes left and the next picture is a shot of his back, his panties are slid to the side, showing off his bare butt cheek and Mingyu’s now sure he’s in his room, seeing the black walls and his shelves adorned with tiny figurines on display in the background.

The next picture isn’t much better than the last as it’s now a close up of Wonwoo’s cock straining against the lace panties and Mingyu audibly groans at the sight.

“Fuck Jeon Wonwoo, what are you trying to do to me?” He mutters.

He reaches down and cups his cock against his jeans. Shit, he forgot these are borrowed. He places his phone on the bed before he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, sliding them off quickly before throwing them over a chair in the corner. He cups his hard cock again and groans, feeling at least a small amount of release fall over him.

He stares at the picture again, imagining how it’d be like if he saw that in person right now. Wonwoo has never been one to wear things like this—that’s usually Mingyu’s thing—but there were times he thought about it: when Wonwoo would get styled all cutesy during their concerts or fan meets; he thinks about the sequins adorning his round cheeks and the knitted cat hats perched on his wavy hair; he also thinks about how it’d be like if he wore something for him.

Well now he has his this and Mingyu doesn’t know how to react other than being thankful for receiving this gift..

He slides his hand inside his boxer briefs and grasps his cock, letting out a satisfied sigh. He swipes to the last picture and groans at the sight of Wonwoo’s cock, lying limp against his stomach, come plastered all over his milky skin as well as his fingers.

“Shit.” He curses, his hand stroking his cock faster now. Fucking hell.

He takes his hand off his cock and quickly replies to Wonwoo—a mix of curses that he’s sure his boyfriend will laugh about in the morning.

An idea suddenly forms in his head and he reluctantly removes his hand from his cock. He quickly takes off his undershirt and boxers, throwing it on the chair alongside his jeans, before he lies down on the bed and tries to find a proper angle to position his phone on. Once he’s satisfied, he presses ‘record’ and continues to stroke his cock again.

“You’ll probably see this when you wake up tomorrow.” He licks his lips, hand still continuing to stroke himself. “Can’t believe you sent me those pictures.” He grunts. “And in lingerie too?” He chuckles breathlessly. “Fuck—” He groans, “You’ve never— fuck —dressed like that before and all of a sudden you’re doing that now? For this stupid bet?” He laughs incredulously at it but then a particular stroke cuts it off, making him grunt.

Knowing how his hyung gets, he looks straight at the camera again. 

“You’re hard again, aren’t you?” He can’t help but smirk. “I know how you’re like, Jeon Wonwoo. Only a few seconds and you’re putty in my hands.” He grunts. “Ah—fuck!” He licks his lips and his eyes close, brows knitting together. He curses, “I can’t wait for this stupid bet to be over. I can’t wait to have you again—” A smirk settles on his lips, “bend you over the first surface I see and just slide home—” He tilts his head back. “I miss it—I miss how you feel around me—the feeling of your tight little hole; the way it grips around my cock like it’s made for it and never wants me to leave.”

He chuckles as he continues his strokes, feeling the heat in his belly slowly build up.

“God, I just bet you’re loving that, huh? You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? D’ya miss it too, jagiya? Miss me inside you? Ugh—fuck, I’m almost there—shit—Wonu!” He grunts, his hyung’s name slurring together at the height of his pleasure.

He can imagine it, Wonwoo lying across his bed—still wearing that purple and lacy number, lips bitten red and plump from trying to hold in his cries and moans. The lace ruined due to his pre-come all over it; his musk seeping into the sheets of Mingyu’s bed, their scents mixing together that when he comes home and buries his nose in his pillow, he’d be able to smell Wonwoo and he groans at the thought.

“Fuck, Wonu-yah, I’m coming—ah! Fuckfuckfuck! Oh, fuck.” He moans out loud, hoping to god his luxurious hotel room has sound proofed walls. He quickly grabs the camera and aims it at his hand stroking his cock rough and fast, his releasing building up, until his come shoots out, splattering all over his tan skin. “Oh, fuck… oh god…” He breathes in heavily, trying to catch his breath. He swallows, feeling his throat dry up. 

“Wonu-yah,” He calls out tirelessly, “I miss you so much.” He aims the camera towards his come-soaked hand reaching back down to cover his cock with it, slathering the entire thing up. “Remember when I’d do this and you’d lick it all up like the good kitten you are?” He taunts before he ends the video.

He throws his phone beside him as he looks up at the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath.

Ah, Jeon Wonwoo, you will be the death of me.

Later that evening, after a night of drinking and eating with the staff, Mingyu walks up to his hotel room for a good night’s rest before the opening tomorrow. 

Just as he’s freshening up to go to sleep, his phone dings with a notification. He walks over to grab it and sees it’s from Wonwoo. It’s another picture message attached underneath the video Mingyu sent earlier. 

It’s a picture of Wonwoo’s hand covered in come, clearly still on Mingyu’s bed.

Wonwon [23:23]: I’m winning this bet.

As soon as Mingyu lands back in Seoul two days later, the first thing he does is text Wonwoo.

After that whole sexting fiasco, the couple haven’t talked much since, which Mingyu thinks is for the best because if he had to deal with Wonwoo sexting him every time he missed him, he probably wouldn’t get any work done. Maybe it was much better when he’d pass the time doing Weverse lives or texting Mingyu “I miss you” every couple of hours—he would be sad his hyung is sad without him but at least he’s not horny.

When Wonwoo doesn’t reply to his texts as he gets into their van, he figures he must still be at practice which he’s proven right when he arrives at the company building and is met with one of their staff members who hand him an iced americano and tell him where the other members are.

As soon as he walks into the practice room, he’s greeted by Soonyoung with a hug and kiss, “Aye! Kim Mingyu, you’re back!”

The rest of the members flock towards him, greeting him with hugs and pats on the back as well as jokes on if he brought presents from Paris; he bows to their choreographer as well as the dancers before his eyes land on Wonwoo, who’s sitting cooly at the sofa staring at him.

He walks towards him with a grin before flopping next to him. “Hi.”

“Hey, glad to see you’re back.” Wonwoo waves his phone. “I just saw your text message. If I knew you’d come back earlier I would’ve picked you up at the airport.” He waves him off before Seungcheol calls their attention back to continue their practice. As he stands up, that’s when Wonwoo points to his footwear and laughs, “You’re really going to practice wearing those?”

Mingyu looks down at his shoes and groans, “I didn’t have time to pack extra shoes, just leave it.”

Wonwoo stands up and jabs his finger on his chest, “Fine, but when your feet start hurting, don’t beg me for a foot massage tonight.”

Mingyu grins and grabs his finger before pushing it down, “Please, like you can resist me.” 

Wonwoo just rolls his eyes and pushes him towards the formation.

In the end, Mingyu’s feet do start hurting and Wonwoo spends the night massaging them.

It’s after the Weverse Con Festival when the members finally spend Junhui and Soonyoung’s birthday together. 

They booked a private room at a hotpot restaurant downtown and have brought in additional cakes different from the ones yesterday—they spend the evening talking, laughing, and celebrating a successful performance as well as their two members’ birthdays.

Mingyu’s on his second bottle of alcohol, playing a short drinking game with Chan and Jisoo when in his peripheral view, he notices Wonwoo stand up and leave the room.

Without much thought, he stands up and follows him.

“Whoa hey, where are you going?” Jisoo asks, “It’s your turn, Gyu.”

“Nah, let him,” Chan waves him off, “he was winning anyway.”

He slides the door open and peeks out into the restaurant—when they arrived, there was a good amount of patrons eating but as it’s almost midnight, the restaurant is slowly winding down which helps as he easily spots Wonwoo slide outside of the restaurant.

He walks out and passes by the table where their managers are eating and quickly tells them he’s just going outside to get some air.

As soon as he’s outside, he spots Wonwoo leaning against the brick wall of the restaurant, typing on his phone. Not a second later, he feels a buzz in his pocket and he grabs his phone to see the message on his notifications.

Wonwon [23:56]: Come outside.

Before he can reply, he hears, “Oh wow, you’re quick.”

He looks up to see Wonwoo staring at him. He pockets his phone. “Yeah, I saw you leaving.”

“So you followed me?” Mingyu nods. He snorts. “Stalker.”

Mingyu laughs. “Hey, you were going to text me to come outside anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” 

He walks towards him. He notices how the street light illuminating the dark streets don’t go all the way to this part of the restaurant and it would be a cause for concern for some but with the both of them, they see it as an advantage as Wonwoo pulls him close to kiss him.

Mingyu immediately kisses back, tasting the mix of broth and Diet Coke in his mouth. He feels Wonwoo’s hand reach up to grasp the back of his head, intertwining his fingers amongst his hair, and the other snake down to grip his waist.

It’s been days but it feels like a lifetime since they’ve done this; exploring each other’s mouths like there’s not a care in the world. It’s risky doing this out in the open, even with the darkness protecting them, but it doesn’t stop Mingyu from pushing him against the wall, sucking on his tongue like his life depended on it.

He can feel the grip on his waist tighten as Wonwoo tilts his head back, his kisses eager and greedy—like he’s trying to prove a point.

Mingyu reluctantly pulls away, trying to catch his breath. He looks down to ask Wonwoo if they should go back inside or head home when he feels lips attach themselves to his neck. He tilts his head back, eyes closing as Wonwoo sucks on his pulse point.

His hand, lying flat against the wall, grips the back of Wonwoo’s head, pushing him towards his neck. “Ah, fuck.” Wonwoo’s hand that was on his waist suddenly moves under his shirt, gripping his hot bare skin tight, sure to leave marks later.

Before Mingyu can do anything else, he’s suddenly spun around and pushed against the wall. “Wh—” He says but is cut off at the sight of Wonwoo kneeling down in front of him. “Shit, Wonwoo, what are you doing?”

“Missed you.” Is what he only mumbles before he’s unbuttoning and unzipping Mingyu’s jeans.

“Does this mean you’re forfeiting?”

Wonwoo looks up at him and snorts. “In your dreams.” He slides his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. He sighs forlornly at the sight of Mingyu’s cock. “I miss you.” He spits on his hand before grasping his cock, earning a startled gasp from Mingyu.

Before he knows it, Wonwoo’s mouth is on him, quickly bobbing his head up and down his cock, stroking what he couldn't reach. Mingyu lets out a low whine, fingers reaching down and intertwining itself on Wonwoo’s hair as he gives it a light tug, earning a moan from his boyfriend.

“Fuck, hyung—your mouth!” He tilts his head back and lets out a shout at a particular suck that his boyfriend does. 

Wonwoo pulls away and he lets out a puppy-like whine. “Can you be quiet? We don’t want anyone coming out here and seeing us.”

“Then why are you sucking me off outside a hotpot restaurant?” He hisses.

“Because I want to.” Wonwoo answers back in a bratty tone. “Now keep quiet.” He orders before he goes back to sucking him off, giving attention to the underside of his cock and then down to his balls.

Mingyu swallows and curses. He looks down at Wonwoo and through the limited light the street gives them, he can only make out his head bobbing up and down his cock but he can feel the heat and wetness on it, the way he alternates between sucking and licking him up.

Soon, he can feel tell-tale signs of the build up and as he anticipates coming (preferably inside his hyung’s mouth), fingers tighten around Wonwoo’s hair, “Shit, Wonu-yah, I’m—” he suddenly feels cold air around his cock.

He looks down and watches as Wonwoo, who’s already pulled away, stands up. His eyes widen as they stare at each other—him in shock and Wonwoo with a small smirk on his face.

“Won—”

“Now we’re even.” He leans in to pat his cheek before he plants a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll tell hyung we’re ready to leave.” He gives him a tiny wave before he turns to walk back inside.

As he leaves, Mingyu looks down at his still hard cock and groans.

The next morning Mingyu doesn’t get the chance to see Wonwoo because he has to be up early to go to the company for preparations for his and Jeonghan’s album release today.

He does get to see him in the afternoon a few hours before their livestream.

“Happy album release day, hyung!” He greets, holding out a cupcake with black frosting.

Wonwoo grins as he accepts the cupcake. “Thank you, Min, where’d you get this?”

“Stopped by a bakery earlier during my jog.” He watches as Wonwoo takes a generous bite of the cupcake. “I would’ve bought a whole batch but it seems like the staff already prepared a lot for you and Jeonghannie-hyung.”

Wonwoo chuckles, licking the frosting off his fingers. “Yeah, there’s a lot of food in one of the offices.” Mingyu’s eyes suddenly zero in on the way Wonwoo licks his fingers, mind going back to the events of last night. Wonwoo, noticing this, raises his eyebrow, “Something the matter, Min?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No.” He points to his fingers, “Do you need a tissue for that?”

“Hmm?” Noticing his fingers still have frosting, he shakes his head, “No, I’m good.”

“It’s pretty unhygienic, hyung. I think I should get you some tissues.”

“No, I’m fine, Min.” He sticks his tongue out to lick the frosting off the cupcake when a hand slaps it away from him, the cupcake falling to the floor with a splat! Both of them look down at the cupcake then at each other, “What the hell, Mingyu?”

Mingyu, panicking, blurts out, “I told you that you needed tissues.”

“Now I do! To clean up the mess you made!” Wonwoo bends down to grab the cupcake.

Mingyu hands him a wad of tissue he nabbed from one of the staff desks and Wonwoo quickly cleans it up before throwing it away in the bin. He turns to Mingyu and places his hands on his hips. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Wonwoo huffs. “Are you still pissed about last night?”

Mingyu frowns. “I’m not pissed.”

“Yeah, well you’re acting weird.”

“How can I not act weird? You left me hanging—” He leans closer to hiss quietly, “you left me hanging outside half naked.”

Wonwoo frowns. “Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t think anyone was even gonna see you out there. I checked the place out before I texted you—it was dark, secluded, and there were no cameras around.”

“Someone could’ve been passing by.” Mingyu argues back.

“Why are you even angry about this? Weren’t you the one who started this?” He points out.

“Yeah, I did but I did it at our home; where no one would bother us or see us!”

Wonwoo glares at him, “Except our nosy neighbor, where you told me to be quiet so the old bastard wouldn’t hear us!”

“That was—”

“Wonwoo-ssi?” Both of them turn to see one of their stylists peeking her head in from the hallway. “Oh there you are! We were just looking for you! Jeonghan-ssi’s finished with his make-up now it’s your turn.”

Wonwoo bows. “Okay noona, thank you.” Their stylist waves at them both before disappearing. He turns back to Mingyu and knits his eyebrows. He looks like he’s about to say something before he sighs and turns to leave.

It’s later when the album and music video has been finally released when Mingyu realizes that he’s in hot water with Wonwoo.

He just posted a story of the music video, tagging Wonwoo then Jeonghan. He sees that Seokmin, Junhui, and Seungcheol have posted as well, shaking his head at how obvious Seungcheol is with tagging Jeonghan first before Wonwoo. 

He vaguely hears Hansol’s “you’re down bad, bro” in his head.

He waits for the notification of Wonwoo acknowledging his message, a simple like or “thank you, baby” but it’s been minutes and it doesn’t come. He knows there’s only a few minutes left before his livestream with Na PD starts so he’s still probably on his phone, right?

He refreshes his feed and sees that Wonwoo posted a story. He quickly presses it and his smile drops when he sees he reposted Changkyun-hyung’s story. No matter, maybe he hasn’t seen it yet. Later, he refreshes his feed again and sees he posted another story. He presses it, knowing it’s not his story that Wonwoo reposted since he didn’t get a notification but is surprised to see it’s Seungkwan’s.

His phone buzzes with a notification from a group chat he has with Seokmin and Minghao.

Dokyeom [19:17]: did you and hyung fight?

Of course they noticed something immediately.

Mingyu [19:17]: why would you say that?

Myungho [19:18]: Don’t act dumb, Kim Mingyu. It doesn’t fit you.

Dokyeom [19:18]: yeah man it’s pretty obvious something happened
Dokyeom [19:18]: he reposted changkyun-hyung’s story but not yours

Mingyu [19:18]: he also reposted seungkwan’s.

Myungho [19:19]: Yeah, but you’re not jealous of Seungkwan.

Mingyu [19:19]: ugh for the last time i’m not jealous of changkyun-hyung! 
Mingyu [19:19]: he’s literally one of my friends!

Myungho [19:19]: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer 👀

Dokyeom [19:19]: 🤭
Dokyeom [19:20]: anyway you didn’t answer my question!!!

Mingyu [19:20]: we’re not fighting.

At least he hopes they aren’t.

Mingyu knows he and Wonwoo aren’t fighting.

They still talk—that’s an indicator they’re not fighting, right? They greet each other in the morning; Wonwoo still makes him a cup of coffee while he makes them both breakfast; Wonwoo still kisses him goodbye before he heads off to a solo schedule.

Although ever since that night, they haven’t slept in the same bed.

It’s due to the tension, Mingyu surmises. The weeks they haven’t had proper sex is taking a toll on them and their butts are too stubborn to do anything about it.

They’re not fighting. He knows they’re not because if they were, he’d definitely notice it.

But everybody else thinks otherwise hence why they’re calling it their “divorce era”—which doesn’t make a lick of sense because they’re not even married. He wishes they were though. Ah, but that’s a thought for another day. Right now, he’s focused on the fact that people have been noticing that they’re not interacting as much as they usually do, which is why everyone’s calling it their “divorce era”, which, again, is ridiculous.

Mingyu’s sitting in the corner of the practice room, chest heaving hard after an intense practice. He takes huge gulps from his tumbler of water while he watches the members and staff mill around during their short break.

He tries not to look at the far end of the room, instead focusing his attention on Soonyoung who’s talking to Youngjoon about their choreography, but a quick movement in his peripheral has him involuntarily looking as well as some of the people in the practice room.

Jeonghan has attached himself on to Wonwoo’s back, giggling as he kicks his legs against Wonwoo’s hips to signal him to move. Wonwoo’s giggling as well, his arms wrapped around Jeonghan’s legs to steady him as he started walking around the practice room much to the amusement of everybody.

Mingyu’s face softens watching the pair run around the practice room, the other members bringing out their phones to take a picture or video of the two. Mingyu itches to do the same, his phone inches away from him, but as soon as his fingers graze his phone, Wonwoo looks at him and he freezes before he tears his gaze away from him.

Through the mirror’s reflection, he watches Wonwoo bend down so Jeonghan can get off him, the latter still giggling at the antics they just got up to before he walks over to Seungkwan and Seokmin, who were taking a video of the entire thing.

“You know, you should really talk to him.”

Mingyu looks up to see Minghao, a towel slung over his neck, and a disinterested look on his face. His friend sits down next to him, their shoulders bumping close to each other.

Minghao continues, “This whole divorce era is just sad.” Mingyu’s eyebrows raise. Minghao sighs and rolls his eyes, “That’s what everyone’s calling what you and Wonwoo-hyung have going on.” He leans against the wall and asks, “You two still haven’t made up?”

Mingyu scoffs. “We’re not fighting.”

Minghao hums, sounding unconfused. “Okay, guess not.” 

Curious, Mingyu asks, “Who’s calling it that, by the way?”

“Calling what?” Before Mingyu can ask, understanding dawns on Minghao. “Oh, ‘divorce era’?” Mingyu nods. “Everyone.”

“What do you mean ‘everyone’?”

“Everyone.” He repeats, “The fans—”

Mingyu cuts him off with a scoff, “They always think hyung and I aren’t getting along, it’s not a big deal if they do at this point.”

Nevertheless, Minghao continues, “The staff—”

“What? They see us together all the time! How could they think that?” Mingyu’s face looks so offended as he looks around the practice room and stares at each oblivious staff member.

Then Minghao says, “The members, too.”

“What?!” He shouts, causing the entire practice room to fall silent as they all turn to Mingyu and Minghao.

“Yah, you two okay?” Seungcheol asks. Both Mingyu and Minghao give him a thumbs up and he nods before everybody goes back to what they were doing.

Minghao looks at their leader then back at him, “I’m surprised Coups-hyung hasn’t talked to you both about this yet.”

Mingyu rolls his head back against the wall behind him. “Because there’s nothing to talk about since hyung and I aren’t fighting.” 

“Then why haven’t you two been talking?” Minghao tilts his head. “Everybody’s been noticing it, even the fans.” Mingyu knits his eyebrows and he shrugs. “Vernon’s been showing me stuff online.”

Mingyu fondly shakes his head. Of course Hansol has been showing Minghao these types of things.

Suddenly, his friend asks, “Is it a sex thing?”

Mingyu’s eyes suddenly went wide, “A what?!”

Minghao squints his eyes and leans closer, “It is, isn’t it? This is some foreplay you two have going on because of your bet.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”

Minghao continues to give him a suspicious look, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“What?!”

“Okay! Break time’s over! Let’s go through it again one more time!”

They both stare at each other before Minghao gets up then offers his hand for Mingyu to grab to which he does as his friend pulls him up. He looks over at the other members to see Wonwoo giving him a glance before he walks over to their formation with Jisoo’s arm slung around him.

Minghao sighs behind him. “I really hope you two settle whatever this is. It’s sad watching you two make cow eyes at each other from across the room.” He says before walking to the center of the room.

Mingyu gives him a half-hearted glare before going to his formation too which happens to be behind Wonwoo. As he passes him, he meets his gaze to which the older responds by looking away which causes him to frown.

Fuck, maybe they are fighting.

Chapter Text

Wonwoo’s regretting this already.

After their last agenda of the day, which was showing the members his and Jeonghan’s music video, (which was a raging success with the members, by the way, although it was a bit bittersweet (crowd goes: ‘aw!’) because Mingyu wasn’t there to watch with them) Jeonghan and Jisoo pull him aside towards one of the empty company dressing rooms to show him what they’ve got for him.

If someone asks: he did put up a fight but with the combined efforts of Yoon Jeonghan and Hong Jisoo, it only takes a few seconds before you’re worn down to agree to their requests.

Which is how Wonwoo finds himself standing in front of his bedroom mirror, staring at the lingerie set he’s put on. It’s a pretty number and not just because it's purple. He does a slow spin, looking over his shoulder to see what it looks like from behind and he nods appreciatively, liking how it hugs his body and how sexy it makes him feel.

He’s never done this before, actually. If there’s someone in this relationship who would wear something like this, it’d be Mingyu. 

Once he’s fully facing the mirror, however, he stares at the way the lingerie looks on him—the purple lace bralette hugs his chest just right, accentuating how large they look like (he gives Seungcheol a mental ‘thank you’ for urging him to focus on his chest during workouts). His eyes then draw downward towards the way the panties hug his half-hard cock. He licks his lips at the feeling of the lace against it. He reaches down to cup his bulge, letting out a sigh at the relief it gives him. 

He’s gotta admit, he looks good. He looks really good.

He doesn’t know where Jeonghan and Jisoo got this and how they knew it’d fit him so well but he’ll make sure to buy them something nice. If this works out. It will, he hears a voice that sounds awfully like his hyungs ring in his head.

He grabs his phone and unlocks it, bringing him to his recent text thread with Mingyu. The last messages exchanged were from when he just landed hours ago and it’s of various pictures of him exploring Paris for the short amount of time he’s there and in between shooting his ad campaign. He smiles as he swipes through pictures of him window shopping, exploring bakeries, and even sitting outside a cafe to have a croissant and a cup of coffee.

And that’s when Wonwoo realizes… that it's daytime there. Which poses the question: would it be wise to send your boyfriend risky pictures while he’s out and about exploring a foreign city? Or worse, while he’s shooting his campaign for Calvin Klein?!

Oh who cares, just send him the pictures! Another voice that sounds awful like Jeonghan yells in his head.

He lets out a deep and long exhale. Okay, fine, let’s do this.

He closes the messaging app and opens his camera instead. He levels the phone to the mirror, looking to see how it can capture his whole body properly. Once he’s satisfied with the angles he sees, he starts taking pictures, turning his body this way and that to get every angle he can. He even turns around and snaps a picture over his shoulder so he can get a shot of how his ass looks in the pictures.

After that he opens his camera roll and looks through the pictures he’s taken, deleting the ones that look the same as the others and ones where he thinks the angles don’t look right or blurry. He’s about to open his text thread with Mingyu again when an idea forms in his head. 

He walks out of his room and walks into Mingyu’s. It’s like how he left it: bed well-made, the floors clean, and everything in their rightful place so he changes that by climbing on Mingyu’s bed and lying on the pillows, closing his eyes as he breathes in his scent.

As much as he can, he avoids sleeping in Mingyu’s room when he’s away. Call him a sap but he just misses him more when he’s in here, remembering how he smells and knowing he’s not there to cuddle him and shower him with love. It just makes him sad.

He opens the camera app again and goes to selfie mode, watching how his face looks on the camera. He angles it in a way you can see the bralette peeking in before he presses ‘capture’ then he does it again, this time sliding one of the straps off his shoulder.

He goes back to rear mode and takes a picture of his panties, angling it in a way Mingyu will be able to notice he’s in his room. He slides the panty to the side, showing off his bare cheek and takes another picture and then feeling bold, he takes his cock out and snaps a picture, his cock erect against the lace panties.

Soon he’s grasping his cock, stroking it lazily as he closes his eyes, breathing in Mingyu’s scent. It only takes a couple of strokes before he groans, already feeling the build up that he’s about to come. It’s not a few seconds later when he finally does, his hand and stomach painted white.

His chest heaves up and down as he grabs his phone with his clean hand, taking a picture of his stomach and the lace panties splattered with come. Once he’s satisfied with the outcome, he stands up to go to the bathroom and clean himself up. When he’s done, he goes back to Mingyu’s room and grabs his phone again.

He knows Mingyu’s awake and it’s still daylight there so before he could lose the courage to, he opens their text thread again, sends every picture he deems good to send and once they’re all delivered, he puts his phone on Do Not Disturb then locks it before going to sleep.

The next morning, he opens his phone and the first thing he sees is an array of messages from Mingyu.

Minmin [23:11]: Jeon Wonwoo
Minmin [23:11]: what the fuck
Minmin [23:11]: you can’t just send me these pics and not respond back?!
Minmin [23:11]: Holy hell, are you asleep now?!
Minmin [23:12]: THIS IS CRUEL

He scrolls down, biting his lip and holding back his smile.

Minmin [23:23]: you think you’re the only one who can do this?
Minmin [23:24]: two can play at that game

Minmin [23:50]: [video attached]

He feels his breath catch as he presses the video, knowing what it probably contains. Sure enough, he’s right. 

The video starts playing and it’s a shot of Mingyu lying on his hotel bed, the sun shining through the room and illuminating his tan skin. He’s propped his phone in a way Wonwoo can see his face right down to his cock that he’s already stroking. He’s already grinning at the camera and Wonwoo swallows.

“You’ll probably see this when you wake up tomorrow.” He says, licking his lips as he continues stroking his cock. “Can’t believe you sent me those pictures.” He grunts. “And in lingerie too?” He chuckles. “Fuck—you’ve never—fuck—dressed like that before and all of a sudden you’re doing that now? For this stupid bet?” He laughs but it’s cut off with a grunt.

Wonwoo bites his lip, feeling himself get hard again. He slides his hand down to his panties again and moans as he grasps his cock.

“You’re hard again, aren’t you?” The Mingyu in the video taunts. “I know how you’re like, Jeon Wonwoo. Only a few seconds and you’re putty in my hands.” He grunts again. “Ah—fuck!” He licks his lips again, eyes closing. “I can’t wait for this stupid bet to be over. I can’t wait to have you again—bend you over the first surface I see and just slide home—” He tilts his head back, showing off his strong neck. “I miss it—I miss how you feel around me—the feeling of your tight hole; the way it grips around my cock like it’s made for it and never wants me to leave.” 

Wonwoo moans, squeezing his cock. “Mingyu-yah!”

“God, I just bet you’re loving that, huh? You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? D’ya miss it too, jagiya? Miss me inside you? Ugh—fuck, I’m almost there—shit—Wonu!” He grunts.

He moans, “Mingyu, f-fuck!”

“Fuck, Wonu-yah, I’m coming—ah! Fuckfuckfuck! Oh, fuck.” He moans out loud before grabbing the phone and aiming the camera at his hand on his cock, stroking it fast until come shoots out, splattering over his stomach. “Oh, fuck… oh god…” His chest cheaves up and down. “Wonu-yah, I miss you so much.” He tells him, hand reaching back down to cover his cock with his come. “Remember when I’d do this and you’d lick it all up like the good kitten you are?” He chuckles before he ends the video. 

Wonwoo buries his face in Mingyu’s pillow, breathing in his scent as he comes into his hand, groaning as he continues to milk himself. He looks down at his sticky hand and takes a picture of it before he sends it to Mingyu.

Wonwon [11:23]: [image attached]
Wonwon [11:23]: I’m winning this bet.

As promised, it’s two days later when Mingyu comes back.

He didn’t realize he’d be home earlier than expected until he heard Soonyoung greeting him once he entered the practice room.

He was just on his phone, scrolling through articles and forums of Mingyu’s time in Paris, looking at his pictures posing with different foreign celebrities and having the time of his life at the event. They haven’t talked much since he sent him those pictures and then he sent back that video. But it was not for the lack of anything else other than they’ve both just gotten busy.

Later, when they finish practice and have a mini celebration for Soonyoung and Junhui, the couple go home to their apartment where Wonwoo gives Mingyu a foot massage because he thought it was smart to practice in designer shoes for hours.

“Ah! Hyung, you really do give the best massages.” Mingyu moans low.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, pressing hard against the heel of his foot. “Stop buttering me up, Kim Mingyu.”

“I’m not!” His boyfriend pouts. “You really do and I hope everyone else knows that.”

He then scoffs. “No way, do you know what happened the last time the guys found out about something I’m good at? I had to make crocheted hats for Hoshi’s entire family, including Latte!”

“And they loved it!”

“They did but my fingers were sore afterwards.”

“I kissed them better.”

“Mingyu.”

He sighs. “Fine.”

“Besides, I think the fans already know I give good massages.” Mingyu raises his eyebrow and in turn, Wonwoo throws back a pointed look. “Remember? Back in February when you ambushed me during my live to ask me to put lotion on your back?” 

Realization dawns on Mingyu and he pouts. “Hey! I didn’t know you were on Weverse! I thought you were talking to one of the members!”

“Excuses, Kim Mingyu, so many excuses. Your giggling was so awkward, it made you cringe!” Both of them laugh before Wonwoo slaps his hands on his calves. “Okay I’m done.”

Mingyu grins and leans over to hug him. “Thank you, Wonu-yah~” He leans in to shower his face with kisses when Wonwoo places his hands over his face. “Ugh! Hyung!” He pushes them away.

“Let go of me, I’ve gotta wash all the oil off my hands first.” Mingyu pouts again as he reluctantly lets him go and he stands up to walk to the bathroom.

It’s afterwards when they’re settling for bed do both of them realize, “So are we sleeping in the same bed or…?” Mingyu’s question trails off.

Wonwoo frowns. “We can, if you want.”

Mingyu’s eyes go wide a bit. “Of course, I want to, hyung. I always want to share the same bed with you.”

“Then why are you asking?”

He then shrugs, “I don’t know, you might not be able to keep your hands off me while we’re in bed.”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “Oh, trust me, that’s not going to happen.” He says before walking towards Mingyu’s room.

True to his word, Wonwoo stayed away from him the entire evening while Mingyu pouted until he fell asleep.

After the Weverse Con Festival, the members have dinner together to celebrate Soonyoung and Junhui’s birthday together as well as an advanced celebration for Jeonghan and Wonwoo’s album that’d be dropping tomorrow.

They’re in a private room of a hotpot restaurant and are enjoying the dishes as well as the additional cakes they brought to celebrate their members’ birthdays together. 

Wonwoo’s seated in between Jeonghan and Soonyoung, taking tiny bites of his meal as he listens to them discuss Jeonghan’s upcoming enlistment.

“I’m going to miss you so much, hyung.” Soonyoung pouts, unshed tears welling up his eyes.

“Ah Hoshi-yah, it’s your birthday! You shouldn’t be crying!” Jeonghan coos, reaching around Wonwoo to pat the younger one’s head. “Besides, you’re still going to see me often.”

Soonyoung sniffles and frowns. “I know but still, it’s not the same. When we go abroad for concerts, you wouldn’t be there with us.”

Jeonghan gives him a comforting smile. “We can still Facetime if you’d like, Hoshi-yah. Don’t worry your little tiger head about it. Now no more talk about that, let’s talk about something else.”

Wonwoo nods, taking a sip of his Diet Coke. “Agreed. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”

“Yeah, let’s talk about something else,” Jeonghan repeats but there’s now a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Tell me Wonwoo-yah, what did Mingyu say about the lingerie we gave you?”

Wonwoo almost chokes on his drink as Soonyoung gasps and leans closer. “Whoa, whoa, what?” He turns his head towards him, eyes comically wide and mouth agape.

Wonwoo groans and pushes his face away. “Get off, your breath smells like beer.” Then he turns to Jeonghan, “You might want to say that a little bit louder, hyung. I don’t think the entire restaurant heard you.”

Jeonghan just giggles.

“And I’m not talking about it.” He rolls his eyes before taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh, come on!  I wanna know how he reacted!” Jeonghan whines, slapping his shoulder with the back of his hand. “It’s the least you could do, did you know how hard it was to find a lingerie set that could accommodate that chest of yours?”

“Was it hard?” Soonyoung asks.

Jeonghan shakes his head. “Surprisingly no, there were a lot in his size. I even got one for myself.” He grins as Soonyoung scoffs. “But, come on, Wonu-yah~ I wanna know!”

“Fine, he liked it.” Wonwoo shrugs. “End of story.”

“Did you two…” Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows.

Wonwoo scoffs. “So mature, Hosh, really.” He turns to Jeonghan, who’s also wiggling his eyebrows and he groans. “Are you sure you two are older than me? Because it feels like you’re not.”

“Come on! We need more details!” Soonyoung whines this time. “Do it for me~ as your best friend!”

“And it’s his birthday.” Jeonghan points out.

“And it’s my birthday!” Soonyoung repeats with a grin.

Wonwoo sighs. “Fine, he reacted as well as you’d expect.” Then he told them what happened, or at least a condensed and PG-13 version of what happened. After that, he leans back and watches as Jeonghan and Soonyoung try to hold in their laughter, covering their faces but their shoulders are shaking. “I don’t see what’s so funny.” He tells them both.

“I just think you two should stop this already.” Soonyoung grins. “It’s clear that there’s no winner here at all.”

Wonwoo scoffs. “There is a winner here and it’s me.” He looks around the room, immediately spotting Mingyu with Chan and Jisoo, playing some complicated-looking drinking game. 

He watches as the trio laugh, trying to one up each other with their game. He pays most attention towards Mingyu—as always—and watches the way his eyes crinkle as he laughs hard at Chan’s antics. 

His eyes skim downwards to the undershirt he’s wearing tonight, opting to dress down as he said he was running hot from their performances earlier, briefly remembering the long coat the stylists made him wear that had him sweating so much. His eyes zero in on the beads of sweat that run from his hairline down the side of his face, causing the younger to lift his shirt up to wipe it away, briefly exposing his abs.

He licks his lips.

“—but yeah, I mean we’ve been talking about it and—” Jeonghan trails off when Wonwoo reaches in front of him and takes a large gulp from the soju bottle. “Hey! Get your own!”

Wonwoo wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stands up. Both Jeonghan and Soonyoung stare up at him. “Hey, where’re you going?”

“Bathroom.” He simply says before he walks out of the room.

He’s outside the restaurant, leaning against the wall beside it, making sure the streetlight doesn’t catch him. He’s already sent a text to Mingyu when he hears footsteps walking towards him and he looks up to see the man himself.

“Oh wow, you’re quick.”

“Yeah, I saw you leaving.” 

“So you followed me?” Mingyu nods. He snorts and jokes, “Stalker.”

This causes Mingyu to laugh. “Hey, you were going to text me to come outside anyway.”

He shrugs, “Yeah, that’s true.”

As Mingyu walks towards him, Wonwoo can’t help but admire the way he looks right now: the white undershirt clinging to his torso, accentuating his biceps and the way his chest looks; he’s got them tucked in a pair of jeans that cling around his thighs.

God, he looks so delectable, Wonwoo just wants to kiss him. And so he does.

As soon as Mingyu’s lips fit his own, it feels like coming home after a long day from work. He sighs into the kiss, tasting the alcohol he’s been drinking the entire night. One of his hands snake down to grip his waist, fist bunching up the fabric of the undershirt while the other reaches up to grab the back of his neck, intertwining his fingers at the few strands he can, finally hearing a low moan come out from his boyfriend.

He wonders what people would think if they found out Kim Mingyu loved getting his hair pulled.

He suddenly feels the cool brick behind him as he’s pushed against the wall, Mingyu deepening the kiss by sucking on his tongue. He smiles through the kiss, tilting his head so he can deepen his access.

It’s obscene if you think about it: the two of them, outside a hotpot restaurant downtown, making out like a bunch of horny teenagers against a brick wall where anyone could just walk pass through, the only sound being heard is the mix of spit and moans exchanging between the two of them.

They should stop this. Someone could walk out and though they might not see them at first, they would be able to hear the obscenity and check out where it’s coming from. But the feeling of Mingyu’s lips against his is just too addicting, Wonwoo thinks he actually wouldn’t care if they got caught.

Maybe Soonyoung was right, words he never thought he’d admit, but he is right. Maybe there’s no winner in this bet at all, maybe they should stop this, call it even, he misses him so much—

I know how you’re like, Jeon Wonwoo. Only a few seconds and you’re putty in my hands.

Oh no. 

No, no, no.

Really Kim Mingyu? I’m putty in your hands? We’ll see about that.

Mingyu pulls away, a string of saliva attaching their lips together that Wonwoo tries hard to not to chase. He watches as Mingyu opens his mouth to ask something but instead, he attaches his lips to the younger’s neck, ultimately making his question die out as he moans out a curse.

Wonwoo moans against his skin, tasting the sweat running down his neck as he feels Mingyu grab the back of his neck. His hands wander down his undershirt as he feels his hot and sweaty skin against his fingers, gripping them tight, intent on leaving marks.

An idea forms in his head and before Mingyu can react, he suddenly spins them around and pushes him up against the wall. “Wh—” the younger one is startled but he’s more surprised when Wonwoo suddenly kneels down in front of him. “Shit, Wonwoo, what are you doing?” 

“Missed you.” He exhales out and it’s the truth. It’s the honest to god damn truth. He missed him so much. He missed the way they’d just gravitate towards each other easily, no holding back; the secret and tiny touches, the squeezes of assurance, the whispers of love between the two of them. 

He misses them all and he feels like they haven’t done that in a while. Blame it on their busy schedules, blame it on this stupid bet, or whatever but the fact of the matter is that Wonwoo misses Mingyu. He misses him in all the ways.

One of those was having Mingyu’s cock in his mouth.

His eyes close once he feels the weight of his lover’s cock weighing on his tongue. He can hear Mingyu’s low whine and stifled moans as he bobs his head down the length, stroking what he can’t reach. He misses this—he misses the weight, the feel, the way it sometimes suffocates him when he’s trying to fit all of it in, when he’d bury his mouth deep as he opens his throat and he tries not to choke, the rough scratch of Mingyu’s pubic hair rubbing his nose as he takes him all in, how sometimes he’d ask him if he can just stay like this for a while, warm his cock like the good hyung that he is.

Mingyu gives his hair a little tug when he pulls away to suck the cockhead. “Fuck, hyung—your mouth!”

Wonwoo pulls away, earning a whine from Mingyu. “Can you be quiet? We don’t want anyone coming out here and seeing us.” He scolds him, trying to hide a teased smile.

Frustrated, Mingyu hisses, “Then why are you sucking me off outside a hotpot restaurant?”

“Because I want to.” He taunts. “Now keep quiet.” He doesn’t give him time to respond before he goes back to sucking him off, eyes closing and moaning around the girth inside his mouth.

Having been together for years, Wonwoo can now sense when Mingyu’s about to come so when he gets the telltale sign that it’s coming (Mingyu tightens his grip around whatever body part of Wonwoo’s he can reach), Wonwoo suddenly pulls away.

He tries to hide a grin as he slowly stands up (though that seems impossible since he can feel a small smirk etch itself on his lips) before he meets Mingyu’s shocked expression.

“Won—”

He cuts him off. “Now we’re even.” He leans in to pat his cheek then to add more teasing into it, kissing his cheek. “I’ll tell hyung we’re ready to leave.” He tells him before he walks off, biting his lip to hide his smile.

Wonwoo thought that after what happened last night, they were good and even.

Just a little harmless fun, right?

Until Mingyu slapped a cupcake that he gave him onto the floor which jumpstarted an entire argument in the middle of the company hallway. Okay fine, he has to admit, what he did to Mingyu last night could’ve had serious repercussions but as he told him, he checked and no one would’ve seen them.

Besides, if he was so mad about it, he could’ve just talked to him like a normal person instead of doing something like that. Which is something they did all the time when they were in situations like this: they talked and they compromised; which is probably why a lot of people who know about their relationship would describe them as a “healthy” couple.

But now, he’s not so sure.

“It’s just the sexual tension, don’t worry about it.” Jeonghan says coolly as he takes a sip of his drink.

They’re both at Na PD’s studio where they’ll be doing a livestream with him in a few minutes. He takes a bite of the slice of banana loaf bread one of his staff member’s gave him and through chewing asks, “You really think so?”

“I know so. I’ve seen this played out before. More than once actually.”

“Really, when?”

“Um… hello?!” Jeonghan looks at him incredulously. “During pre-debut, when you had the entire internet seeing you two flirt with each other. The way you’d get super jealous when Mingyu’s attention wasn’t on you for even a second! ”

Wonwoo scoffs. “That’s different; we were young and immature.”

“You were such a gremlin.”

“Like you weren’t any better.”

Jeonghan nods. “That’s true.” He then points out, “Our first U.S. tour.” 

That alone has Wonwoo tilting his head back and groaning, “Yeah, okay, you’re right; this has happened before.” He concedes, suddenly remembering New York. Oh, New York, you were something.

Jeonghan’s phone suddenly dings with a notification and Wonwoo leans over to see him respond to Seungcheol’s message. He looks down at his phone and sees he’s gotten the same congratulatory posts from the members. 

He responds to each one, until he gets to Mingyu’s and frowns.

Is he mad at him? He isn’t. He can never be mad at Mingyu, no matter what he does.

But… it couldn’t hurt to tease him again, right?

“Oh, I know that look.” Jeonghan chuckles. “What’s on your mind, Wonwoo-yah?”

“Nothing.” He innocently replies as he replies to Changkyun’s message before sharing it.

Jeonghan looks down at his phone and views his story, chuckling, “Wow.”

“What?” He asks and before he could pocket his phone, it buzzes again with a notification and it’s from Seungkwan this time whining about how his story should be reposted too. 

And like the good hyung that he is, he does so much to Jeonghan’s amusement.

All harmless fun, right?

So apparently, Mingyu and Wonwoo are divorced.

Well, according to Chan who heard it from Hansol and Seungkwan. “You three really need to stop going to those forums.”

Chan frowns. “But I like reading what they’re saying about my performances.”

“And just ignore them, Dino-yah. It’s all just baseless rumors.”

“So, you and Mingyu-hyung aren’t divorcing?” Chan asks, hopeful.

Wonwoo chuckles. “We were never married in the first place, Dino-yah.” 

Chan nods but then frowns. “Right, but why are you two not talking anyway?”

Wonwoo pauses in his steps and turns to him, tilting his head. “Dino-yah?”

“Hmm?”

“Has Jeonghan-hyung, Coups-hyung, or Soonyoung talked to you?”

Chan, eyebrows knitted, answers, “About what?” Wonwoo just stares at him. “What?” Wonwoo continues to stare at him and it’s sort of freaking him out. “Hyung, what is it?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Nothing. Anyway, Mingyu-yah and I still talk, don’t worry.”

“Well, whatever’s happening with you two, you better fix it before management gets involved.” Chan shrugs. “Even some of the staff members are noticing you two sometimes avoid each other.”

Wonwoo sighs. He knew someone’s going to notice that eventually. “They don’t need to worry about a thing, okay? Because Mingyu and I are okay.” He tells him, intending it to be final but with Chan, it’s never the case.

Chan turns to him and frowns. “Hyung?” He hums. “If there are problems in your sex life—”

“Dino-yah!” He shouts, startling the younger man who puts his hands up, signaling fine, end of discussion.

Chapter Text

When it was announced that Wonwoo and Jeonghan were going to perform their unit single at a music show—live and complete with choreography—it would be an understatement to say that no one was more excited about it than Mingyu.

He has always been in awe of the way Wonwoo performs; from the way his deep voice molds perfectly into their songs, the way he raps during their unit stages, and the way he moves so gracefully akin to a ballerina on stage through their complex choreography.

If Mingyu had the opportunity (or if he was insane enough), he’d want to experience the feeling their fans get whenever they perform and watch from the audience. Except for him, he’d only be focusing on Wonwoo. He performs with him all the time, of course, but to have the opportunity to be a spectator this time and not part of the performance itself? 

Oh, he only dreamt of moments like this.

He hasn’t seen any hint of their performance yet (Wonwoo’s very serious about his work-life balance) so when he walks into the practice room later that evening with Jihoon and Junhui, they find Wonwoo and Jeonghan—with his new bleach blond hair—doing a run through of their performance. He immediately spots Soonyoung and Chan seated on the floor in front of the duo and the dancers, having a quick conversation about the choreography, and it entices the three of them to do the same.

They are only performing this once during the promotional period of their sub unit’s album (much to the dismay of everyone involved) so this is one of the handful of times they get to practice it which is why the other members are excited to see it.

Mingyu sits next to Soonyoung as the music starts and he hears the familiar guitar strings he’s listened to multiple times begin. They watch the pair dance around each other, their malleable movements so hypnotizing. Of course, his eyes are only focused on Wonwoo, his boyfriend moving his hips to the music. Wonwoo then moves behind Jeonghan, wrapping his arm around him as they do a movement similar to the hands of a clock and watches their closeness and the way their bodies fit, feeling something stir in his belly.

He misses the closeness he and Wonwoo have. He thought he would’ve been able to handle this bet of theirs; he thought he had enough self control to not be physical with Wonwoo all of the time. After all, they’ve been doing something akin to this for years now—hiding, holding themselves back until they got home, and forcing themselves not to gravitate towards each other. 

But it’s different now—because at those times, when they got home, he can immediately close the gap, sticking so close to Wonwoo, you’d think they’ve been literally attached by the hip, but now because of this dumb bet, he can’t and it’s messing with him. He wants to pull Wonwoo close; he wants to lay him down across a soft surface and worship him, cherish him, and make him feel how much Mingyu loves him.

He knows that physical affection isn’t the only way to show Wonwoo how much he loves him; his love language is acts of service, after all, but there’s just something about the way their bodies fit together—the passion that exudes from their love making that basically ups his energy.

Plus, as much he hates to admit it, but the lack of sex is making him cranky and more sensitive to a lot of things. He’s glad Wonwoo gets it; he isn’t sure if it’s because he’s also going through the same thing or is it because he understands Mingyu’s emotions well enough as he does himself—or maybe it’s both.

Sigh. Hyung’s right, maybe I am becoming negative.

As the song and performance finally end, the members clap for the duo, breaking Mingyu from his reverie. He watches them get up on the floor and walk towards the pair so he does the same thing.

“That was so cool!” Chan exclaims.

“Thanks Dino-yah.” Wonwoo says, giving their youngest a pat on the head. He turns to Mingyu and asks, “So, what’d you think?”

“It was really good, hyung. I hope we get to see you two perform it again after M Countdown, though.”

“Really? Which part did you like?”

Mingyu is confused as he answers, “Um… everything, of course.”

“Oh really,” Wonwoo says, unconvinced, and there’s that mischievous glint in his eyes as he teases, “I thought your favorite part was the one where I was swaying my hips because I could’ve sworn you were spacing out and looking at them the entire time.” 

Mingyu’s cheeks flush as he stares down at Wonwoo’s smug face.

“Ugh! Get a room, you two.” Jihoon groans. “Or I might just start spraying you two like a bunch of dogs in heat.”

Jeonghan laughs. “Oh, come on, Jihoonie, leave the lovebirds alone. They’re just spicing up their boring little sex life.” He winks before taking a sip off the tumbler Chan offers him which causes their youngest to burst out laughing.

“Hey!” Mingyu splutters. “Shut up!” He turns to Wonwoo. “Hyung!”

Wonwoo puts his hands up. “What? I didn’t tell him anything!”

Jeonghan grins, tapping his nose. “None of you have to tell me these sorts of things, I just have a knack for guessing what you two are up to.”

Junhui groans. “Ugh, didn’t we just have a discussion about not talking about our sex lives out in the open during our last monthly meeting?” 

Chan laughs again.

“Alright!” Their choreographer calls out, snapping his fingers to catch everybody’s attention. “Let’s do it again one more time before we move on to the next practice.”

Jeonghan grabs Wonwoo’s hand. “Let’s go, Wonugie~” 

Soonyoung nudges Mingyu. “Pay attention, man.” 

“I was!” Mingyu hisses at him.

Chan laughs once more. “No, you weren’t.” Before he yelps as Mingyu wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him down to the floor.

“Hey! What did I tell you about attempted murder in the practice room?!” 

Mingyu and Seungcheol are taking a break at the gym when their phones ping with a text. He’s taking a huge sip from his tumbler and watches their leader open his phone and grin at what he sees. 

Before he can ask, Seungcheol flips his phone to show him that Jeonghan sent a selca of him with Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Chan together to their group chat. 

17 Seungkwan [12:07]: i’m jealous 🙁

17 Dokyeom [12:08]: i told you that you should’ve come with us ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

“Hannie looks really pretty with this color, right?” Seungcheol asks, eyes still on the picture.

Mingyu playfully rolls his eyes. “You think every hair color suits him.”

Seungcheol looks at him with raised eyebrows. “Like you’re not any better.” He stretches his leg to lightly kick his shin. “So how’s Operation: Blue Balls going?”

Mingyu stretches his leg and kicks his back, “Aish, why are you calling it that?”

“Why not? It’s fitting.” Seungcheol teases. “Come on, you two try to one up each other by seeing who breaks in this bet of yours and in the end, both of you get sexually frustrated; it’s funny to watch happen, especially to you.” He leans back on his arms and sighs, “I can’t imagine holding off sex for that long though so kudos to the two of you, I guess.”

Mingyu raises both of his eyebrows, “Really?”

Sensing what he means, Seungcheol waves his hand, “We’ve had a conversation about it.” And leaves it at that.

“Well technically we’ve been doing other things besides penetration.” Mingyu confesses.

Seungcheol, curious, leans in. “Really?” Mingyu nods. “Like?”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“I mean, our bet says if one of us comes, we lose.”

Seungcheol knits his eyebrows together. “So, let me get this straight, you two are technically still having sex sans coming and penetration?” Mingyu nods. “Then what’s the fucking point of this bet anyway?”

“To see who can control themselves more.” Mingyu explains.

Seungcheol throws his hands up. “That doesn’t even make any sense if you’re still doing other stuff!” 

Mingyu scoffs. “Yes, it does.” He puts his hand out, “No penetration and no coming but we can do other stuff, that’s our rules.”

Seungcheol groans as he runs his hand down his face, “God, this sounds like those things closeted gay guys do: ‘If you don’t come, it’s not gay’.”

Mingyu then defends himself, “Shut up, it’s not like that. We just set some rules and so far, we’re doing well with them.”

“Riiiiiight,” Seungcheol says, unconvinced, “you’re doing so well with being sexually frustrated.” He sighs, “You know what, man? Just end this stupid bet. I don’t know what you two are even trying to prove here. It’s not like you need the money to pay for the closet anyway.”

Mingyu sighs too. “It’s because I teased Wonwoo-hyung that he couldn’t keep his hands off me and that he doesn’t have any self control about it whatsoever.”

Seungcheol pokes him. “So, this is your fault you’re in this mess.”

Mingyu hisses as he rubs the spot Seungcheol poked. “Well, when you put it like that—”

“I am putting it like that. You being sexually frustrated was your own doing all along? I thought this was one of Wonwoo’s ideas again.”

“Well, it was his idea.”

“That you planted in him!” Seungcheol pokes him again, causing Mingyu to bat his hand away. “End this bet right now, I mean it.”

“Why? Don’t you guys have a pool going on?”

“Oh, who gives a shit about that? I care more about how this is affecting you two and how it’s affecting everyone. Don’t you see that other people are talking about you two?” Seungcheol leans closer when he mentions the last part. “People are noticing the tension; the fans are talking, the staff are asking, and the members who don’t know about the bet are worried. I can’t exactly tell them that what they’re seeing is their two brothers having an ongoing kink fest!”

“Hyung!” Mingyu whines.

“Yeah, we tell each other everything but can you tell Ichan you’re having a sex bet with his precious Wonu-hyung?” Seungcheol challenges with a raised eyebrow.

Mingyu looks at him before he groans. “Fine, we’ll stop this bet.”

Seungcheol nods approvingly. “Good, glad we’re in agreement.” He sighs before he gasps and snaps his fingers. “I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“‘Edging’, the word I was looking for what you two are doing is ‘edging’.” He grins before he yelps as Mingyu attempts to push him off the bench.

“How’d you know about that?”

“Shua told me.” Seungcheol continues to grin from the floor.

A few days before they leave for Paris, Wonwoo dyes his hair.

He’s been meaning to change his hair color for a while now, opting to try on new colors and even bring back some he’s already tried. With that, it means getting his hair trimmed too.

“Aw, I’ll miss your long hair.” Seungkwan frowns, seated beside him while their stylist trims his hair.

“Well, promotions for the subunit are done and we’re preparing for our new album and Caratland so I think it’s best to try something new.” Wonwoo tells him.

“So, what made you decide to go for… is this ginger?” Seungkwan asks. 

“Copper.”

“Oh, did Mingyu-hyung suggest it?”

“Mingyu doesn’t even know I’m dyeing my hair.” Wonwoo tells him, putting his finger up against his lips much to Seungkwan’s delight.

It’s during practice for Glastonbury that he decides to wear a beanie so the staff won’t be able to film it. It’s during their break when Mingyu sits beside him on the couch that he asks, “Bad hair day, babe?”

Wonwoo hums, “Something like that.” He looks down at his phone, scrolling through his gallery of pictures as he decides which ones to post on his photography account.

“Hyung?”

“Yes Min?” He looks up to see his boyfriend playing with his hands—a sign of nervousness.

“Can we talk later, when we get home?” Before Wonwoo can ask anything about it, Mingyu shakes his head. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

Wonwoo nods slowly. “Okay, we’ll talk later.” Mingyu gives him a small smile yet that doesn’t assure him at all.

Later that night, they walk into their apartment, the motion sensor lights illuminating their living space as Wonwoo quietly sets down the grocery bags on the dining table then starts taking the items they bought out. After practice, the pair stopped by the nearest grocery store from their apartment, buying their dinner for the night and stocking up on the fridge for when Minseo housesits while they’re in Europe this weekend then flying off to Thailand for their music video shoot the next week.

While Mingyu walks into his room to freshen up, Wonwoo takes off his beanie, feeling his forehead sweat underneath the house lights. He gives his hair a slight toss, letting it fall over his head instead of sticking to it because of the beanie. He continues to take out their groceries when he hears Mingyu step out of his room and then make a noise, causing him to turn to see his boyfriend staring at him wide-eyed. For a second, he panics, thinking something’s wrong when—

“You dyed your hair?”

Wonwoo sighs, relieved, before he smiles and nods,  “Yeah, I did.”

Mingyu walks towards him. He’s now wearing one of Wonwoo’s shirts (the way it hugs his torso causes Wonwoo’s brain to slightly malfunction) and a pair of checkered shorts. Once he reaches him, he runs his fingers down the strands of his hair, admiring the color as it hits against the light of the dining room.

“It’s pretty.” Mingyu smiles. “You look like a red fox. Like that Disney movie Nonnie showed us.”

“That was a red panda, Min.”

“Oh, right.” Mingyu giggles. “But anyway, it suits you.” Then he grins, “Well, everything suits you. You could have orange hair and I’d still love you.”

“I mean, this is sort of orange.”

“And I still love you.” Mingyu grins.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “Sap.” He gives him a light push. “Now help me with putting these away so we can make dinner.”

“You mean, so I make dinner while you sit there all pretty.” Mingyu teases but helps him put away some of the food in the fridge.

“Hey! I try to help with dinner but you won’t let me!”

Mingyu chuckles. “It’s because I’d rather you just sit there while I do the work.” 

“Yeah, so I don’t get why you’re complaining.” Wonwoo raises one of his eyebrows.

“I just mean,” Mingyu pouts then teases, “you could fight me on it just a little bit.” He yelps when Wonwoo throws an onion at him.

In the end, Wonwoo sits there by the kitchen counter while Mingyu prepares their dinner. They fill the air with talks about the upcoming weekend as well as the sights they’re excited to see in Paris (though limited) then in England.

While Wonwoo goes to the bathroom to change into his house clothes, Mingyu thinks about what he and Seungcheol talked about the other day. He never got to bring that up with Wonwoo later that day since the both of them were too busy and tired with work so as they sat on their dining table, eating their dinner, Mingyu finally musters up the courage to bring it up and as he’s about to say it, Wonwoo cuts him off, “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Oh… yeah, that.” He clears his throat. “I think… we should call off the bet.”

He was expecting Wonwoo to fight him on it but his boyfriend just hums as he eats his pasta, “Is that so?” Mingyu just stares at him. “So, you’ve decided to forfeit the bet then?”

Mingyu shakes his head. “No, I’m just saying we should call it off.”

“Why?”

“People are talking, hyung.” He then elaborates, “They think we hate each other because we aren’t talking as much as we did before.”

“People have always talked and made assumptions about our relationship.” Wonwoo points out.

“That’s true but Coups-hyung said that this might reach management.” 

Wonwoo hums. “So, this decision to forfeit is all coming from Seungcheol-hyung then?”

Mingyu sighs. “Technically yes but also, I miss you.”

“I’m right here, Min.”

“You know what I mean, hyung.” Mingyu frowns. “I miss doing everything with you. Now, because of our bet, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you and I don’t like that.” His frown gets deeper, “Besides, this bet was supposed to be fun.”

Wonwoo looks at him, seeing the deep frown etched on his face. He thinks about it; the times that he longs to reach out and touch Mingyu, pull him close and just kiss him whenever he wants and sure, they said they could do that but with the circumstances, Wonwoo fears that it could lead to something more. 

“So, does this mean you’re forfeiting then?”

“Hyung, I told you I’m not forfeiting, I’m saying we should call it off—that’s different.”

Wonwoo sits there, staring down at his plate before he looks up at Mingyu and smiles. “Fine, we’ll call off the bet. No losers, no winners—it’s a tie.”

Mingyu, relieved, grins. “Thank you hyung.”

Wonwoo smiles back, relieved as well. “Can I come over there and kiss you?”

Mingyu nods enthusiastically, “Yes, of course, hyung.”

Wonwoo stands up and walks over to him, Mingyu leaning back to make space for him as he sits on his lap. It could look awkward to some—two six foot tall grown men seated on top of each other on a dining chair—but as Wonwoo wraps his arms around Mingyu’s shoulders and leans in to kiss him and as Mingyu sighs in to kiss, hand reaching up to grasp the back of Wonwoo’s neck, they don’t really care how it looks like.

Wonwoo pulls back slightly and through half lidded eyes, whispers to his lips, “I’m so glad we get to do this again, Mingyu-yah.”

“Me too, babe.” 

He misses this, he really does. He misses the way Wonwoo’s lips fit his; his soft breaths fanning against his skin as he holds in the noises that attempt to come out of him; the way he becomes pliant in his arms as he holds him, swallowing all his moans as he grips at any part of Mingyu’s clothing to ground himself, feeling that if he doesn’t he’s going to float away any second now.

“Mingyu-yah?” He whispers again before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Mingyu hums, “Yes hyung?” He looks up at him, all adoringly and puppy-like.

Instead of saying anything, Wonwoo runs his hand over his hair, giving it a small tug that has the younger one’s mouth gaping slightly before he smooths his hand over his neck down to his chest.

Mingyu tries to hold in a gasp before he nods quickly, leaning in to kiss Wonwoo’s neck, earning a satisfied sigh from the older. He continues, licking up a long stripe on his skin, causing him to groan and hold on tight to his bicep. At the base of Wonwoo’s neck, he gives it a small bite before licking over it then giving the light bruise a suck.

Wonwoo’s eyes flutter shut. “Hng… Min… let’s do this somewhere…” He swallows drily, “else.” He lets out a low moan when Mingyu sucks on his Adam's apple.

The younger obliges, arms snaking down to wrap around his waist, and before Wonwoo knows it, he’s pulled off the seat and pushed against the blue sofa. The impact causes his shirt to ride up, exposing his toned stomach.

“Min, not here,” He sits up, “the corduroy, it’ll—”

Mingyu climbs over him, arms on either side of his head. “I’ll clean it up, I promise. I just wanna have you now, hyung.”

Wonwoo grins and reaches a hand up to tuck a piece of Mingyu’s hair behind his ear. “Such an impatient puppy.” Mingyu places one hand on Wonwoo’s stomach and both of them look down as Mingyu reaches his hand up his stomach then underneath his shirt to grab one of his pecs and gives it a small squeeze causing Wonwoo to whine. He squeezes again, earning another whine and Wonwoo grabbing his wrist.

“Not too hard.” 

“Sorry.” Mingyu apologizes but he doesn’t seem like he means it. He settles in between Wonwoo’s legs, the older having spread them to accommodate the younger and as he lies down on top of him, he bunches up Wonwoo’s shirt further up, finally getting a clear view of his chest.

He leans down to kiss both of his pecs before he sticks his tongue out and lays it flat on one of Wonwoo’s nipples. He hears a sharp breath come out from his hyung and he looks up at him to see his head tilted away from him.

“Hyung,” he calls out, “look at me.”

Wonwoo obliges, tilting his head down to look at him and as their eyes meet, Mingyu does it again, Wonwoo biting his lip to hold in his moans. Mingyu closes his eyes as his lips wrap around Wonwoo’s nipple, giving it a suck before he swirls his tongue around it.

“Ah~ Mingyu-yah~” He feels Wonwoo’s hand grab at his shoulder and one of his legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I can feel you, you know.” Mingyu says, referring to Wonwoo’s erection pressed against him. He reaches down to grab it, feeling the length harden even more at his touch.

Wonwoo inhales sharply, “Shut up and just continue.” 

Mingyu can’t hide the grin on his lips before he goes back, closing his eyes as he sucks on Wonwoo’s nipples, alternating between both, savoring each like a man starved. All the while, Wonwoo’s below him, tugging his hair with one hand and digging his fingernails down on his back with the other, bucking his hips upwards.

He pulls away with a loud pop, looking down at how red and puffy Wonwoo’s nipples have gotten. He looks up at his hyung to see his cheeks all red and lips red as well as swollen from biting them too hard.

“Fuck, look at you.” He breathes out, reaching down to insert his hand inside Wonwoo’s shorts, gripping his bare cock.

Wonwoo chokes, back bowing as Mingyu strokes his length. “Mingyu—”

“You’re so beautiful, hyung.” Mingyu squeezes his length, Wonwoo letting out a low groan. “I’m so glad we could do this again, I missed you so much.”

Wonwoo could only moan.

“That’s it, hyung.” Mingyu chuckles against his skin. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He pulls his hand away from inside Wonwoo’s shorts and before the older can complain, he pulls his shorts off, leaving Wonwoo bare from the waist down, his length springing up and slapping against his stomach.

Mingyu grabs his legs then lifts them up and spreads them apart, settling in between his legs again, “Is this okay?” Wonwoo just nods before he goes and bites the inside of his thigh, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. He then does the same as he did with his nipples, giving his thighs tiny kisses, sucks, and bites.

Wonwoo’s about to go insane as Mingyu’s not touched his cock once and he feels like he’s about to burst any second now.

“Mingyu, I’m—”

“About to come? Yeah, I can tell.” Mingyu chuckles against his thigh. He leans in right at his scrotum and sucks one of his balls. Then the other.

“Mingyu!” Wonwoo groans, reaching down to tug his hair. “Please!”

“Fuck,” He breathes out, running his nose in between the skin of his balls, inhaling his musky scent, “look at you: panting like a bitch in heat,” he moves to his thighs, giving it another bite, “and you thought you would’ve won this bet,” he mutters, a smile on his lips, “just one move and you’re putty in my hands.”

Now let’s get this over with. 

He reaches to grab Wonwoo’s cock when his hand is slapped away. His eyebrows furrow and he looks up to see Wonwoo glaring at him. It should be hilarious—Wonwoo, all flushed and wrecked, practically naked and with a raging hard-on, glaring like an adorable kitten in front of him.

But now he’s confused.

“Hyung, what—”

“The bet’s still on.” Wonwoo says before he kicks Mingyu’s shoulder, pushing himself up and causing the younger one to roll over from their sofa. He looks up at Wonwoo as he grabs his shorts and quickly puts them on, tucking his still hard cock inside.

“Wonwoo, what? I was just kidding!” But Wonwoo doesn’t listen, standing up, clearly uncomfortable with having to walk away with a raging erection but still he walks off to his room, slamming the door shut as Mingyu groans.

Shit.

As Jisoo and Mingyu settle into their seats on the plane, Seungcheol walks towards them and kneels in front of Mingyu’s seat. “So I take it you were unsuccessful in getting the bet called off?”

Mingyu sighs. “More like fucked up.”

Not sensing the nervousness between his two friends, Jisoo grins, “So that means the pool’s still ongoing then?” Both Mingyu and Seungcheol turn to him with a glare and his smile drops, “What?”

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As soon as they land in Paris, they’re immediately ushered to their hotel to get rested for tomorrow. They’re at the lobby waiting for their assigned rooms when Mingyu walks towards one of their managers and asks, “Hyung-nim, who am I rooming with for the rest of the trip?”

Their manager looks down at their phone. “Oh, you’re rooming with Seungkwan-ssi.”

“And Wonwoo-hyung?”

“Jeonghan-ssi.” Their manager laughs, “Oh, looks like you just switched roommates.”

Mingyu thanks him before he goes to find Wonwoo. He immediately finds him, seated at one of the lobby couches, playing on his phone and sits beside him, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Guess we’re not roommates for the trip.” 

Wonwoo pouts, “That’s too bad.”

Mingyu lets out a soft snort. “Hyung?” Wonwoo hums in response. “About the other night, I—”

“Wonugie~” Jeonghan calls out, walking over to them with his bags, “Guess we’re roomies!” He waves his key card. “Let’s go so I can decide which bed I want.”

Wonwoo nods. “Okay hyung.” He turns to Mingyu. “Let’s talk about this later? After dinner?”

Mingyu nods. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” Wonwoo gives him a small smile before he stands up and walks away with Jeonghan. He looks around the lobby and meets Seungcheol’s eyes, who gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

He shakes his head but returns the thumbs up.

After dinner at Seungcheol and Chan’s room, Mingyu and Wonwoo go out to the balcony while the rest of the members either go back to their rooms or stay to hang out some more.

Wonwoo leans over the railing, basking over the lovely view outside. He smiles as he catches a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower glimmering afar. He turns to Mingyu, who is known for his fear of heights, leaning against the balcony door, far away from the railing. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Mingyu sighs, “About the other night, when I said that—”

Wonwoo cuts him off with a wave, “It’s fine, Min. You don’t need to explain yourself, I was overreacting.”

Mingyu nods, “It’s alright, hyung. You’re right to feel that way, I was being too much, I get it.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “You really weren’t; you were just caught up in the moment and I was caught up in being too competitive.”

“Hyung?” Wonwoo hums. “You know I don’t mind if you’re obsessed with me, you know?”

Wonwoo laughs, “Obsessed, really?” 

“Yeah,” Mingyu shrugs, “I just… the whole point of this bet. You know I don’t mind if you don’t have any control around me; I actually love it.”

“I love it too,” Wonwoo confesses before he looks down, “I know we’ve been together for a while now, Min, but sometimes I get scared about how much I love you.”

Mingyu tries to hide his smile, “Really?”

Wonwoo, still turning away from him, snorts, “I can sense you smiling.” He then turns to him, “See? I know you so well that I know what you’re going to do before you do it.”

“And is that so bad? It just means that you love me as much as I love you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Wonwoo sighs. “It just scares me sometimes; I’ve never felt this way before about anyone.”

“Me neither, hyung. We’re each other’s firsts, remember?” Wonwoo nods, trying to hide the blush that dares to appear on his face. He gives him an assuring smile before he starts chewing on his bottom lip, “Hey, can you—” he beckons him over to him.

Wonwoo chuckles but follows, standing next to him before he leans his head on his shoulder. “View’s really nice.”

“It is.” He reaches down to intertwine their fingers together.

“Someday I’d like to spend more time with you here—no schedules or events; just us walking the streets of Paris… hand in hand, maybe even see the sights and take pictures of each other.”

Mingyu squeezes his hand. “I’d like that. But, can you promise me one thing?”

Wonwoo squeezes back. “Of course.”

“Let’s never do a dumb bet like this again.”

Wonwoo laughs. “Fine.”

Their time in Paris feels short because after the Youth Forum, they’re already being brought to the train station. It took several hours and a lot of complications with their transportation but they’re finally in Somerset, England. 

Mingyu finds himself in another hotel and it feels like deja vu when he and Seungkwan settle into their hotel room as roommates again. They rest for the entire night before they head off to rehearsals the next day.

It’s a blur and before Mingyu knows it, he’s standing in a crowd of thousands of people—only few of them are their fans and hopes that a lot of them become their fans after this—as he and his group perform their hit songs, showcasing their talent and charm to an unfamiliar crowd in a foreign country for the first time. He had fun, meeting different artists and listening to their sets before they went onstage; charming the crowd with his talent, looks, and personality; laughing off the blunder he made during one of their songs; dancing in front of the crowd and spraying them with water bottles; giggling with his members over accidentally ripping his pants; subjecting a crowd of people who’ve never heard of them before to the infinite aju nice.

It feels great and he’s so glad he gets to do this type of job along with the people he loves.

After the festival, they make it to a restaurant that Seokmin had reserved for their monthly meeting, chuckling as one of the assistants passes around the Harry Potter robes he insisted they wear that he mentioned during the train ride to Somerset.

“We’re going to be in the UK!” Seokmin exclaimed in his seat. “The land of everything Harry Potter!”

“Technically Hogwarts is located in Scotland, hyung.” Hansol said before he took a bite of his meal consisted of toast with jam.

Seokmin waved him off before he looked at the rest of them with pleading puppy dogs. It’s Jisoo who caved first (of course) who nodded and went, “Okay Seokmin-ah, we’ll do it.”

While Mingyu fixes the scarf around his neck, Wonwoo walks towards him, holding the wooden toy wand upward like he’s going to cast a spell at him. “Of course you got Gryffindor.” 

Mingyu smirks and plays with the edges of the scarf. “It’s because I’m the main character.”

Wonwoo laughs though he disguises it with a scoff. He looks at his yellow scarf, “I got Slytherin but Jeonghannie-hyung wanted to switch because he thinks it suits him better.”

They look over at Jeonghan, adorned in green, walking around with the wand in hand and pretending to cast spells on the staff. “He does look like Draco Malfoy when you think about it.” 

“Maybe that’s why he chose it.”

Mingyu frowns. “Does hyung even watch Harry Potter?”

“I don’t think he even knows who Harry Potter is.” Wonwoo jokes.

Mingyu grins. “Maybe he thinks he’s a friend of Dokyeom.” 

Both of them start giggling over their little joke until Jeonghan, with his back turned, says, “I can hear you two losers talking about me!”

It’s when they’re seated and enjoying their meal that Seokmin gushes, “Thanks for doing this for me, you guys!” 

Seungcheol grins. “Of course Dokyeom-ah.” 

Seokmin’s smile suddenly turns watery. “I’m really glad we’re able to do something like this.” Then his voice shakes. “I’m really going to miss doing this with you guys and I’m glad we get to do this at least one more time.” He cries out, shocking the entire table.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jisoo calls out and tries to reach over to him. “Dokyeom-ah, don’t cry!” 

Seokmin sniffles. “Sorry for ruining the mood. It’s just that seeing all of us together is making me remember that—” He covers his face, “Ah! I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Jeonghan stands up from his seat and walks over to Seokmin, who’s still covering his face to hide his tears. “Ah, Dokyeom-ah, come on.” He wraps his arms around his shoulders, “We’re supposed to be enjoying today.”

“I know.” The younger one croaks out.

“Yeah hyung!” Seungkwan chimes in though his nose looks a little too red. “We’re in a restaurant in England, wearing Harry Potter robes; we’re supposed to be having fun, not crying.”

Seokmin wipes his tears away. “Sorry.” 

“It’s alright, Dokyeom-ah,” Wonwoo smiles, “it’s okay to cry about what the future might bring but it’s better to cherish and think about the good times happening now.”

Minghao nods. “Well said, hyung.” 

“Ah, now you’re going to make us cry!” Chan yells while Wonwoo sheepishly grins.

Seungcheol sighs, “Okay, enough with the crying and being sad. Dokyeom-ah, aren’t we supposed to not get anything on these things?” He lifts the collar of his robe up.

“Oh shit, really?” Junhui’s eyes widen as he looks down and all of them follow as they see his right sleeve is already stained.

“Moon Junhui!” Seungkwan whines as the table descends into chaos mixed with laughter and crying.

As the atmosphere finally lightens up (Jisoo sitting next to Seokmin and comforting him) and their food arrives (Seungkwan asking Hansol if they can switch meals because he doesn’t think he likes what he ordered), Wonwoo and Mingyu’s eyes meet across the table and they both smile at each other.

Later that night, some of the members decide to go out and explore the city. 

“One of the staff recommended this cozy bar just near here so we’re going to check it out.” Seungkwan says while he puts on his jacket.

“Nice, have fun then.” Mingyu tells him, still lying down on the bed.

“What about you? Aren’t you going out?” Seungkwan asks.

“Yeah, in just a bit. I’m just waiting for Coups-hyung to finish.” 

“Where are you two going?”

“To a club. He’s been whining about us going to one since we were back in Seoul.”

Seungkwan laughs. “Yeah, that’s something hyung is known to do.” He leans over and kicks his foot. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Mingyu smirks. “No promises.” Seungkwan rolls his eyes.

As both of them leave their room and Seungkwan walks over to Jihoon and Minghao’s room, Mingyu knocks on Wonwoo and Jeonghan’s door. The door opens and it’s Jeonghan, hair pushed back with a fluffy headband and he’s wearing a facial mask.

“You’re going to bed early.” He comments.

Jeonghan opens the door wider. “I’m trying to catch up on the sleep I can get, Mingyu-yah.”

“Where’s Wonu-hyung?” 

“Downstairs by the pool area with Junnie, Shua, and Dokyeom.” Jeonghan answers as he walks back over to his bed. “Why? Did you need him for something?”

“Yeah, I was just going to tell him Coups-hyung and I are leaving now.”

Jeonghan nods. “Okay, have fun you two.” He points at him. “Don’t let Cheollie drink too much.” 

Mingyu chuckles. “I won’t, hyung.”

Before he knows it, Mingyu and Seungcheol have finally arrived at the club. As much as they tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, two tall and attractive men with a bodyguard following behind would get eyes on you (heh) anywhere, it seems.

Mingyu’s just coming back with a new drink when he spots Seungcheol talking to a group of people near their table. Sensing he’s back, Seungcheol turns to face him and beckons him over. “Mingyu-yah, come here!” He yells, though because of the loud music, he can only understand him through his mouthed words.

Once he reaches him, Seungcheol introduces him to the group of college students who, funnily, also attended Glastonbury Festival and are shocked to find out they performed there. They found out the group traveled to attend the festival due in part to one of their friends also celebrating their birthday. The chat was fun, the group asking them all sorts of questions about their performance at one point, the birthday celebrant leaves and comes back treating them all to birthday shots.

Seungcheol and Mingyu sing along to greet the man a happy birthday before he’s pulled in by his boyfriend for a deep kiss to which he enthusiastically returns. The group cheers for the happy couple.

Mingyu can’t help but smile, thinking about Wonwoo.

It’s nearing midnight when their bodyguard walks over to tell them they need to go to which the group responds with a playful whine but ultimately lets them go, giving the pair a friendly wave as they are ushered out of the bar and into their car.

As they’re dropped off at the lobby, Seungcheol turns to him, “I’m going to Hannie and Wonu’s room, wanna come?”

“Sure but won’t Hannie-hyung be angry? He did say he was planning on catching up on sleep.” Mingyu tells him but is already following him towards the elevators.

Seungcheol waves him off. “I’ll handle it.”

Mingyu snorts, “Suit yourself.”

Once they reach their floor, Seungcheol knocks on Jeonghan and Wonwoo’s room. To their surprise, it’s Jeonghan who opens the door again, not wearing the fluffy headband and the facial mask anymore.

He narrows his eyebrows. “What are you two doing, bothering us so late in the night?”

“I thought you were asleep.” Seungcheol says.

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, “If you thought that, why’d you still knock?” He doesn’t let Seungcheol answer and just sighs, “I couldn’t sleep so Wonu here suggested we watch a movie instead.” He opens the door wider, letting the pair in and Mingyu immediately spots Wonwoo seated on the floor with a bowl of popcorn on his lap.

“Oh, you’re back.” Wonwoo grins and Mingyu smiles back before he sits down next to him, causing Wonwoo to lean away and scrunch his nose. “You smell like booze, how many did you two drink?”

Seungcheol, now leaning against the door of the room, shrugs, “I can’t remember. We started drinking with this group of college students and they just kept offering us shot after shot.” 

Mingyu, feeling his eyes get heavy, leans his head down on Wonwoo’s shoulder, “Hyung, I’m sleepy.”

He feels Wonwoo card his fingers through his hair, “Are you now?” He nods. “Do you wanna go to sleep?” He nods again. “Fine, okay.” He gently lifts his head up away from him. “Hyungs, I’m just going to bring Mingyu to his room okay?”

Jeonghan, who’s now engrossed in a conversation with Seungcheol, turns to him and nods quickly. “Yeah sure, take your time.” 

Wonwoo gets up on the floor and helps Mingyu stand up. Mingyu, finally feeling tired and sleepy, almost loses his balance but Wonwoo is quick to catch him, helping him stand upright.

“You okay there, Wonwoo-yah?” Seungcheol asks.

Wonwoo nods. “Yeah it’s fine, nothing I haven’t done before.” He leads Mingyu out of the room. “Do you have your hotel card with you?” Mingyu nods, looking at him with half lidded eyes while he takes his card out of his pocket and hands it over to him.

As soon as they enter the room, Wonwoo turns on the lights much to Mingyu’s chagrin, the bright lights making him cover his eyes. “Sorry, honey. Oh, looks like Kwannie’s still not back yet.” He leads him to his bed, knowing it’s the one nearest the door and makes him sit down. “Do you want a glass of water?”

Mingyu just nods. 

He smiles, finding Mingyu’s state adorable before he turns to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge. He makes sure Mingyu finishes half the bottle before he puts it down on the nightstand. “I’ll grab you some clothes from your suitcase so you can change into them.” He turns to do just that when he feels a hand grab his. He turns around to see Mingyu looking up at him with an unreadable expression. “Mingyu—”

Before he can do anything else, Mingyu pulls him down towards him and he lets out a yelp before he feels the soft cushion of the bed underneath him. He slowly opens his eyes to see Mingyu staring down at him. He opens his mouth to ask what he’s doing but Mingyu cuts him off by leaning down and capturing his lips. His eyes widen in surprise before he slowly closes them, hands reaching out to grip Mingyu’s shoulders. He can taste the alcohol, humming in pleasure as his boyfriend kisses him with so much fire and intensity.

Mingyu pulls away, eyes dark with lust. “Hyung, I need you.” 

Wonwoo nods quickly before he shakes his head, “No Min, the bet, remember? You’re drunk, you’re not thinking—”

Mingyu cuts him off, “I don’t care about the bet anymore, hyung. I just want you!” He leans down, buries his face on Wonwoo’s neck, and breathes in his clean scent. “I want you so much. I don’t wanna do this stupid bet anymore, okay? You win, just please let me…” he swallows drily and pleads with so much desperation in his tone, “please let me have you again.”

Wonwoo couldn’t help but moan, hearing Mingyu’s pleas. It’s been so long and he misses him so without thinking, he nods and pulls him close. “Okay…” He says and that’s enough for Mingyu to continue, pulling away and kissing Wonwoo again like if his life depended on it. And maybe it does.

He can feel Mingyu’s hands around his waist, trying to take his shirt off while still attached to his lips. He reluctantly pulls away and he can hear Mingyu’s whines before he takes his shirt off. He looks up at Mingyu and nods, asking him to do the same thing to which his boyfriend does before he dives in again, kissing him like a man starved.

The younger’s lips then start to trail down his neck to his chest, then he looks up at him with wide and innocent-looking eyes. He nods before Mingyu plants a kiss around his nipple, which causes him to moan. 

God, he didn’t even know how he managed to pull away from him that one night.

It feels like Mingyu’s finishing what he started the other night; swirling his tongue around Wonwoo’s nipple while twisting and pinching the other with his fingers, causing the older to reach up and cover his mouth to stifle his moans.

“Don’t do that, hyung.” Mingyu tells him, “I wanna hear everything.”

Wonwoo whines, placing his other hand on top of Mingyu’s head, stroking his hair as he continues to suck and bite his nipples. “Min, please, I feel like I’m about to explode.” 

Mingyu reluctantly pulls away and looks down at the handiwork he’s created. Before Wonwoo can scold him, Mingyu reaches over the nightstand and grabs a travel-sized bottle of lube. Wonwoo stares at it before staring up at him with a raised eyebrow. Mingyu returns his gaze with a goofy smile before he reaches down and pulls Wonwoo’s shorts in one swift motion, exposing his hard cock that slaps right against his stomach.

He watches as Mingyu licks his lips at the sight before he slides down to his torso to start planting kisses along it. Mingyu slowly trails down, eyes still on him, before he gives the tip of his cock a small kitten lick, which causes his hips to buck upward. Suddenly, Mingyu grabs one of his legs and places it over his shoulder, stretching his thighs wide and exposing his hole. He can’t help but instinctively reach down and try to cover it but Mingyu lightly slaps his hand away before unceremoniously spitting on it.

“Hng… Mingyu, what—FUCK!” He yells when Mingyu leans in and licks a long stripe from his hole up to his balls. Then, he buries his face between Wonwoo’s cheeks, feasting on his tight hole and reeling in the cries of pleasure coming from his hyung.

Mingyu glances up and revels in Wonwoo’s state of debauchery, grasping at the bed sheets as he cries over Mingyu eating him out, bucking his hips but never touching his hard and redden cock. The fact that he’s already going crazy over just getting his ass eaten is doing wonders to his ego.

Jeon Wonwoo is a dream that Mingyu doesn’t want to wake up from. 

He pauses for a moment before he grabs the lube and applies it to his fingers, warming them up before he slowly inserts it inside Wonwoo, causing the older to let out a low whine at the new intrusion inside of him.

“Min… ah—please!”

“Please what, hyung?”

“Hurry up!” Wonwoo sobs. Mingyu grins as he adds another finger, causing Wonwoo to arch his back when he starts moving his fingers inside of him. “Shit, I—” He reaches down, grabs Mingyu’s wrist, and tugs at it. “Please, please, Mingyu—” He cries, “I’m ready, please no more teasing!”

Mingyu tries to hide his grin. “I’m not teasing you, hyung. I’m just making sure you’re prepared.”

“Mingyu, please!”

At that, Mingyu pulls his fingers away and watches in satisfaction as Wonwoo’s hole twitches due to the lack of fingers inside him. He bites his lip, wanting to lean down and eat him out again but knowing if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop so instead, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, sighing in relief once he takes them off. 

“Do you want a condom, babe?” He asks while he gives his cock a few tugs to relieve himself.

Wonwoo quickly shakes his head. “No, I need to feel you inside me, please.” He pleads, almost desperately.

And who was he to deny his boyfriend anything?

Mingyu grabs the bottle of lube and applies a generous amount on his cock, practically slathering it all over. He spreads Wonwoo’s legs again, placing one leg over his shoulder before he grabs his cock and slowly guides it inside him. At the first push, Wonwoo gasps and Mingyu groans, “Fuck, you’re still so tight.” But he slowly thrusts in, his cockhead slipping in and all the while, Wonwoo’s below him, sobbing at feeling so overwhelmed. It’s only been a couple of weeks since they last did this but it feels like forever. Mingyu slowly pushes in and his hips meet Wonwoo’s ass, the older whines, feeling so full.

“You okay there, babe?” Mingyu asks, sounding so winded. Wonwoo nods. “Do you want me to move now?” He nods again. “Baby, I’m going to need to hear some words from you. Otherwise, I won’t do anything.”

Wonwoo swallows, feeling like something’s stuck in his throat. “Yes, you can move now.”

And it’s like a switch has gone off inside Mingyu as he pulls out of him before he thrusts back in, startling Wonwoo who lets out a shout. Mingyu continues, thrusting in and out of him at a slow and steady pace, causing the bed to creak.

Wonwoo cries, reaching behind to grab the pillow as some sort of leverage from feeling so full. Mingyu looks down at him, practically drooling at the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of Wonwoo’s hole. He picks up the pace and starts to roll his hips, causing the older to arch his back which causes him to grab Wonwoo’s waist to ground him down.

“Fuck, hyung, you’re so pretty.” He moans, reaching out one hand towards Wonwoo’s mouth. Without saying anything, Wonwoo catches his thumb in his mouth, closing his eyes and giving Mingyu’s thumb a lick like he would if it was his cock.

Mingyu groans, pulling his finger away before sliding it down Wonwoo’s chest down to his stomach, laying his palm flat. “You felt that, baby? You feel my cock inside you? Fuck.” He rolls his hips again, prodding Wonwoo’s prostate and causing the older eyes to roll back. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He repeats the motions again.

“Uh, Mingyu—fuck, you feel so good inside me—” Wonwoo sobs as drool runs down his mouth. “Ah, Min-ah, fuck, baby.”

“Yeah, you about to come, jagiya?” He taunts, “You feel so good getting filled up with my cock that you’re gonna come this soon?”

“Min, please, I’m gonna—” Wonwoo chokes, “I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah, hyung, come for me.” He continues to thrust in him, making sure he hits his prostate as much as he can. “Come for me, baby. I know you can.”

It’s there that Wonwoo finally does, letting out a shout, coming untouched. Seeing that, Mingyu follows suit, pushing in and burying himself inside Wonwoo and fills him up, earning a low groan from his hyung.

They stay like that for a while, Mingyu lying down on Wonwoo, pulling him close whilst still inside of him.

It's a few minutes later when Wonwoo places his hand on Mingyu’s shoulder, indicating he can get off him now. He does, slowly pulling out which in turn causes Wonwoo to let out a low groan at not being filled up anymore. Mingyu looks down to see Wonwoo’s hole twitch as cum seeps out of him. Without thinking, he reaches down and pushes it back in before it could get onto the sheets, causing Wonwoo to grab his wrist to stop him.

“Min, no more, please.” Wonwoo whines. Mingyu smiles and leans in to kiss his lips.

It’s there that Mingyu gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean himself up, grabbing a small towel and wetting it, then wiping the sweat off his body and the mix of fluids off his cock. He walks back inside the bedroom and does the same to Wonwoo, who’s still lying on the bed, eyes blinking in and out, totally spent. Once he cleans him up, he places the towel on the nightstand before climbing beside him and pulling him close by the shoulders, covering them both with the comforter.

Mingyu sighs. “I miss this.” 

“Me too.” Wonwoo snuggles his head onto his chest. “Min?” He hums in response. “Are you sure you're forfeiting the bet? We can just start over, I—”

“I am.” Mingyu looks down at him and smiles, “Hyung, I love you, okay? And if that makes me whipped and have no ounce of self-control around you then I’m willing to accept that.” 

Wonwoo hides his smile by hiding his face on Mingyu’s chest.

“Besides, even if I did win, I knew you weren’t going to pay me for the closet anyway.”

Wonwoo looks up again, confused, “What?”

“I know you gave me the biggest room in the apartment.” He grins and leans in to kiss his nose, much to Wonwoo’s speechlessness, causing him to guffaw.

Wonwoo slaps his chest, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Mingyu chuckles as he gives his chest a small rub. “What else could’ve I said? You told me I should get the biggest room so I did.” Wonwoo groans. “Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t benefit from it. You sleep there all the time; you might as well move in there.”

Wonwoo groans again before he settles, “I’ll think about it.”

Mingyu tries to hide the giddy smile on his lips. “Okay, let’s talk about it when we get home.”

Later, when they’re settled down, still cuddling, and Wonwoo’s slowly letting sleep take over him is when he hears Mingyu call him, “Hyung?”

“Eung?”

“Remember during our monthly meeting when you were comforting Dokyeom?”

“Yeah, what about it?” Wonwoo mumbles, still tired, against his chest.

“I was thinking about what you told them, about cherishing what’s happening now.” He continues to stroke his shoulder, drawing patterns on it. “I know it’s going to be a while before… you know… but I’m going to miss you.”

“Min, I’m doing alternative service, I’m still coming home to you at the end of my day.” He explains.

“I know, but what about when we go out overseas again? I heard some of the managers talking about the plans for next year and it just saddens me that there's a possibility we won’t be able to be together during those times.”

“Then we’ll video chat,” Wonwoo suggests, “we’ve done it before, we can certainly still do it.”

“Yeah, but—” He’s cut off by Wonwoo’s hand on his cheek, turning to face him.

“Didn’t I say we should cherish the present?” Mingyu, his face cupped, can only nod before Wonwoo lets go. “Let’s just make do with the time that we have.”

Mingyu sighs. “Okay.” Before he pauses, “If I go back to Paris next year, I’m taking you with me.”

Wonwoo laughs, “What for?”

Mingyu shrugs, “Maybe they’ll invite me back for fashion week, I’ll tag you along with me.”

“People will see us and ask why I’m there, Min.”

“Not if I hide you in my luggage.” He yelps when Wonwoo slaps his chest. “You never know, maybe Burberry might invite you to fashion week this time.”

Wonwoo hums, “Maybe. But I’m not bringing you with me.”

“You don’t really have a say once you open your luggage and I’m in it.” Mingyu yelps again when Wonwoo pinches his nipple this time.

"Menace."

"Oh, you love me."

"I do but you're still a menace."

It’s Mingyu who wakes up first the next morning, feeling the sunlight on his face causing him to groggily open his eyes. He snuggles closer to Wonwoo, breathing in the scent of sleep and his conditioner as his hair fans across his face.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

Mingyu chuckles, closing his eyes, “Were you just laying there waiting for me to wake up?”

“Why yes, of course.” Wonwoo pauses, “I’m comfortable here.”

Mingyu sighs, pulling him closer. “Me too.”

“But I’m also hungry so we need to go down and have breakfast.”

Mingyu whines, “Why can’t we just have breakfast here? That’s what room service is for or maybe,” he opens his eyes and grins mischievously down at Wonwoo, “I could have you for breakfast.”

Wonwoo groans, turns away from him, and buries himself back into the comforter which makes Mingyu laugh.

As soon as they enter the hotel’s dining room, they’re immediately greeted with shouts. “Good morning lovebirds!” Minghao teasingly greets.

Junhui giggles. “How’s scarring Seungkwan for life?”

Wonwoo’s eyes go wide, “What?” The couple turn to Seungkwan, who’s glaring at both of them.

“Poor Seungkwannie,” Jisoo pouts and reaches to stroke the back of Seungkwan’s head, “he wasn’t expecting to come back to his room to see his two hyungs butt naked.” 

“What?!” Wonwoo repeats, then turns to Mingyu and whisper-shouts, “You covered us up, didn’t you?”

Mingyu nods, “Of course I did.”

Seungkwan sniffles and pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, “Hyung, you forget that when we were living together, you’re a messy sleeper, always moving around the bed.” He covers his eyes as he cries, “Ah! I saw too many things that I didn’t need to see!”

“Oh please,” Jihoon calls him out, “all of us have already seen each other naked, it’s nothing new.” Seungkwan gasps in shock and is about to answer back when Jihoon asks, “Where did you sleep last night then?”

Seungkwan sniffs, “At Nonie’s.” He ignores Jisoo’s quip of ‘who else’s?’

“Okay before we steer into another topic,” Minghao says and turns to Wonwoo and Mingyu, “I take it the bet’s over then?”

Seungkwan furrows his eyebrows. “Bet? What bet?” Jihoon shushes him and he sticks his tongue out.

“The bet’s over.” Mingyu announces with relief and he turns to Wonwoo and smiles to which his boyfriend returns it.

“Seriously, what bet?” Seungkwan repeats.

“Who won?” Junhui asks. He turns to Wonwoo, “Please tell me you won, Wonnie.” 

“I did.”

Both Junhui and Minghao raise their arms up, “Oh thank fuck!” Minghao cheers. “Someone wake Scoups-hyung up!”

“Is no one going to tell me what bet this is?” Seungkwan grumbles.

Jisoo chuckles, “I’ll tell it to you and the kids later.”

Later that night, they all convene at one of the hotel’s private dining areas to have dinner before their flight the next day back to Seoul then flying over to Thailand.

“I can’t believe you two had a sex bet.” Seungkwan says incredulously. “If anyone in this group was going to do something like that, it would’ve been these two.” He points to Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who both shrug. “Or those two.” He gestures towards Jisoo and Seokmin, the former nodding in agreement and the latter looking affronted.

“So, how long is your punishment going to be, hyung?” Hansol asks.

Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange glances. “Maybe until the end of our tour.” Wonwoo suggests and Mingyu nods.

“Or until Hoshi spoils something.” Junhui teases and giggles at Soonyoung’s “hey!”

“Well, that won’t be long. He could spoil something tomorrow.” Jihoon teases too, causing the entire table to laugh.

“I’m just glad this bet is over.” Mingyu sighs and leans his head on Wonwoo’s shoulder, “Now I can do whatever I want to hyung.”

Suddenly, a chorus of groans and fake gags fill the room.

“Ugh gross! Get a room, you two!” Minghao shouts.

Hansol shakes his head, “So down bad, bro.”