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“Mingyu! Are you coming to Joowon’s party tonight?” Woojin wrapped an arm around Mingyu’s neck, almost tackling him to the ground but Mingyu steadied himself, laughing it off.
“No. I have other plans. You guys go ahead,” he said as Jungkook came to his side, “You sure? What plans do you have?” an innocent question but Mingyu tensed.
“Ay! Are you meeting a girl?? There will be several girls at the party. Feisty ones at that,” Woojin wiggled his eyes and Mingyu sighed, escaping the headlock. “I have some assignments to finish guys. That’s all,”
Woojin rolled his eyes and Jungkook nodded understandably.
“Y’know,” Woojin began, “I don’t know if you’re a nerd or a jock,”
Mingyu furrowed his brows, “What do you mean?”
“I think he means that people are either nerds or jocks. Not both. You’re very clearly both. Maybe more of a nerd,” Jungkook said playfully, making Mingyu giggle.
Mingyu was what they would call the star player. He was the captain of the University Soccer team and was basically the University sweetheart. He quickly rose to popularity and became someone everyone looked forward to meeting. Mingyu didn’t mean to boast but he was popular among all his peers, both boys and girls.
“I’m not going to pursue Soccer in the future. So I need good grades y’know,” Mingyu replied and Jungkook smiled. Jungkook was his best friend. They had been together since childhood. Their duo became a trio in the first year of University after Woojin befriended Mingyu after a Soccer match. The three had been inseparable since. Though their majors were different, Jungkook was a photography major and Mingyu was pursuing business, they stuck together at all times.
“Right, right. Whatever, your loss. I wonder how long it has been since you got laid~” Woojin chimed and Mingyu let out an awkward sigh. “I think he’s a little too busy for that,” Jungkook wrapped his arm around his shoulder. Mingyu tensed, smiling awkwardly. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Jungkook seemed to understand his friend’s silence.
“Speaking of nerds, look, there’s Jeon Wonwoo,” Mingyu heard Woojin say. He glanced in the direction of Woojin’s gaze, eyes landing on the said boy. Dressed in a ‘Mario’ printed cobalt blue hoodie, long sleeves hiding his hands, and a backpack on his back, Jeon Wonwoo had just exited the cafeteria, turning heads. For all the wrong reasons.
“What a pretty face,” Woojin started as Mingyu’s eyes locked onto Wonwoo’s figure. Jeon Wonwoo was pretty. Gorgeous even. With soft yet piercing eyes, moles in all the right places, and a perfect nose bridge, calling Wonwoo gorgeous was an understatement. His entire presence was enchanting and captivating. No wonder he drew all the attention to himself. But that statement is only half true because there’s more to Wonwoo’s popularity, rather, infamy than his looks.
“Too bad he’s just a thief that sleeps around,” Woojin continued and as if on cue, Jeon Wonwoo turned to face them. Woojin flinched under his indifferent gaze, flustered. Wonwoo looked away from him, eyes locking with Mingyu’s for a second before shifting to his sides. He walked away and Woojin finally relaxed.
“Geez. He’s so weird,” Woojin commented and Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Maybe he heard you talking shit about him. Of course he glared at you,” Jungkook and Woojin bickered as Mingyu watched the boy walk away. Jeon Wonwoo turned back, eyes meeting Mingyu’s before he disappeared into the crowd.
“Do you know him?” Woojin came to his side, startling Mingyu out of his daze. He shook his head, turning to face his friends.
“No. I don’t,”
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“Hey,”
The man leaning onto the counter turned his head to look at Mingyu, eyes indifferent. He raised a brow, straightening up, placing an elbow on the bar counter. His posture accentuated the curves of his body and slender legs.
“Hi,” his voice took Mingyu by surprise but didn’t stop him from making his way to his side. Keeping a respectful distance between them, Mingyu smiled, leaning onto the counter, mirroring the man. Clad in a black sheer shirt with white paisley design and those sinfully tight jeans that fit all the right places, this man looked beyond alluring. Finger adorned with a beautiful ring, paired with cherry lips and silky hair the man watched Mingyu silently, eyes scanning him. Mingyu knew he had a good body, he was confident about himself. But under this man’s gaze, he suddenly felt conscious.
“Um, would you like a drink?” as if finally understanding Mingyu’s intentions, he parted his lips, “Um I’m not drinking tonight, I’m here with my friend,” he glanced at the crowd on the dance floor, eyes trained on a blonde dancing like there was no tomorrow.
“Ah,” Mingyu had just been rejected. Walking up to strangers in a club and offering to buy a drink was not something Mingyu did normally. But something about this man drew Mingyu towards him. But alas, he’d been rejected. He flashed the man an apologetic smile and bowed, “Sorry. Have a great night,” he said and turned on his heels to leave.
“You can buy me a mocktail, though,” he heard and twirled around, eyes wide. The man fidgeted, gaze averted and it made Mingyu’s heart twist. With a brave smile, he approached the man.
“Raspberry mint limeade mocktail and a glass of whiskey for me,” Mingyu informed the waiter, confident in his choices as he took a seat beside the man.
“I’m Mingyu,” he introduced, reaching his hand forward. “Wonwoo,” the man took his hand, shaking it lightly before pulling away.
This was a whole new experience for Mingyu. He wasn’t used to making the first move. So it wasn’t a surprise when he fumbled his words. It earned a breathy giggle from Wonwoo so he didn’t think much of it. But once the alcohol entered his system, his nervousness dissipated.
Conversation flowed easily from there, newfound confidence filling Mingyu. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that Wonwoo looked interested in what Mingyu was saying. Either way, he continued talking, indulging the man as his cherry lips sipped on his drink.
As they conversed, Wonwoo loosened up too, the distance between them decreasing. Mingyu learned that they shared a lot of hobbies. They enjoyed gaming, watching movies, and photography. Time passed and within an hour, Wonwoo and Mingyu were up close, laughing at something Mingyu said, faces a few inches apart.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Wonwoo’s laughter died down into giggles, “I had no choice! I only had coins! I put them in that little bill book and rushed out. And then I heard all the coins crash to the floor and ran away as fast as I could,” Wonwoo burst into laughter again. Mingyu smiled as Wonwoo sighed to a stop. It was only now that they realized how little distance there was between them. A glazed look washed over Mingyu’s face. A sober Mingyu would’ve turned away, breaking eye contact. But the alcohol in his system didn’t allow him to.
Mingyu and Wonwoo stared at each other, unwittingly leaning closer. Mingyu was going in for a kiss, he was eager to, but Wonwoo halted.
“Um, do you wanna dance?” he pulled away from Mingyu, averting his gaze. Mingyu pulled back too, sighing. Had he been rejected again? He really wanted to kiss Wonwoo. But he didn’t want to do anything Wonwoo didn’t like. So he smiled, noticing the red tips of Wonwoo’s ears.
“Sure,”
Wonwoo stood up, eyes urging Mingyu to follow him to the dance floor. Mingyu smirked at the way Wonwoo’s hips swayed as he made his way into the crowd. Taking one last sip of his second glass of whiskey, Mingyu joined Wonwoo on the dance floor. Mingyu was a good dancer and it looked like Wonwoo was too. Wonwoo’s eyes lured Mingyu closer to him, eyes almost challenging.
Their bodies moved easily, so close yet so far, like silk and velvet. They grooved to the tune, as if in a daze. The way Wonwoo moved was so captivating, Mingyu couldn’t peel his eyes off of him.
‘Fuck’ he dared and closed the distance between them, hands resting on Wonwoo’s waist. Wonwoo tensed but accepted Mingyu, his hands coming to rest on Mingyu’s shoulders. The playful look on Wonwoo’s face changed into something more serious. Almost seductive.
They established an easy rhythm, bodies pressed against each other as Mingyu followed Wonwoo’s lead. Daringly, he slipped a thigh between Wonwoo’s legs and the latter gasped, hooded eyes looking into Mingyu’s hesitant ones. But not rejecting. He felt Wonwoo’s hands clench the fabric of his shirt, the scent of berry escaping his parted lips, making Mingyu’s nose tingle. Mingyu held him tight, his pants feeling tighter than before.
He rested his forehead against Wonwoo’s, lost in the feeling of Wonwoo’s body against his and the music. Wonwoo’s lips were a few centimeters away and Mingyu was tempted to kiss them yet again. He leaned closer. Wonwoo didn’t resist at first but just as Mingyu closed the distance between them, he turned around, back pressed against Mingyu’s sturdy chest.
Mingyu hissed when Wonwoo’s hips slotted against his, his perky ass pressing into his groin. Mingyu dipped down, nuzzling his nose in Wonwoo’s neck, making the other throw his head back onto his shoulder. Wonwoo’s hand carded through Mingyu’s hair, nimble fingers massaging his head, sending shivers down his spine. Mingyu’s hands remained locked around his waist, holding Wonwoo close. An intentional grind from Wonwoo had Mingyu semi-hard. Mingyu sensually ground back and a small moan escaped Wonwoo’s lips. Immediately, Wonwoo turned, his breath labored and palms resting on Mingyu’s chest. His face pressed into Mingyu’s, lips mere centimeter apart. They stopped dancing, panting as they stood. Mingyu’s hooded eyes looked at Wonwoo’s closed ones.
Wonwoo opened his eyes and licked his lips. Mingyu gulped.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” he said and Mingyu nodded.
“Let’s go,”
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Mingyu, Woojin, and Jungkook parted ways after leaving the cafeteria, retreating to their classes. Despite being a business major, Mingyu had decided to take up World History. He was training to take over his dad’s business or start his own so World History didn't contribute to that cause. But he took it since he had always been hungry for knowledge. His Dad didn’t mind. His Dad didn't mind a lot of things.
He was a business tycoon yet polite and humble. He had given Mingyu all the freedom he desired, which was not much, and never interfered much in his life. He had also given him the option to pursue a subject he liked but Mingyu insisted on taking over the company. After his mom’s death, his Dad had lost a part of himself. He used his work as a way to escape his sorrow but he often overworked himself. Mingyu wanted to reduce that burden by helping him out at the company. He was glad that his mom’s demise had not affected their relationship. If anything, they had grown closer, using each other to fill the vacuum his mom had left. Mingyu loved his dad, very much. He was a kind and accepting man. Mingyu was sure his dad had an idea of the attraction he felt towards men. He didn't comment on it and accepted it silently.
But his peers were different. They weren't as accommodating and accepting. Mingyu, being the school jock, had to live up to certain expectations. One of them being dating the head cheerleader, Jung Mina. Mingyu had been subtly rejecting Mina’s advances for over a year now. But she was relentless. Even now, she had turned around to wink at Mingyu from the front of the class. Mingyu smiled and lowered his gaze to his book, holding himself back from rolling his eyes at her. Mina wasn’t interested in History. She had no reason to be here. But she was interested in Mingyu.
Once she turned back to face the board, Mingyu sat up straight, eyes shifting to the students entering the room. His breath hitched when Wonwoo walked in. Without sparing a glance, Wonwoo took his seat a few seats behind Mina. The professor walked in and the students fell silent as he started the class. Mingyu watched as Wonwoo promptly took down notes. Wonwoo was an Art student but like Mingyu, found History intriguing. So he opted for this course.
Mingyu rested his cheek in his palm, his hand holding his head up as Mingyu’s eyes roamed Wonwoo’s broad back. Even now, from the corner of his eye, he could see Mina turning around to glance at Mingyu, sliding her hair behind her ear and biting her lip. But Mingyu was busy observing Wonwoo. The way his soft messy hair extended to his pretty neck just a little bit, the way he used his index finger to flick the hair off his face, and how his slender fingers spun the pen. It was these small mannerisms that enthralled Mingyu. Wonwoo didn't need to try hard to get Mingyu to look at him.
Mingyu was already looking at him.
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Mingyu promptly followed Wonwoo to the washroom, pushing past the people, gaze trained on the boy that walked ahead of him. He caught up with him just as they reached the washroom and pinned him against the door, lips crashing against his.
“Mhm, the stall. Let’s go into the stall,” Wonwoo breathed in between the kisses, and Mingyu nodded. Lips joined together, they stumbled into one of the stalls. Wonwoo turned and pinned Mingyu against the door, fingers locking it.
Wonwoo’s lips moved against Mingyu’s, his body pressed into Mingyu’s. Mingyu had his thigh between Wonwoo’s legs, his erection rubbing against the taut muscle. Wonwoo moaned into the kiss, grinding onto Mingyu’s thighs. Mingyu growled, wrapping his hands around his waist and guiding his hips on his thigh.
Wonwoo whimpered and Mingyu took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Wonwoo’s mouth, exploring the wet cavern, licking his teeth and every corner of his mouth, sending shivers down Wonwoo’s spine. Wonwoo’s tongue met his, the appendages now engaged in a battle for dominance, desperation evident in their movement. Wonwoo’s hands threaded through Mingyu’s hair, touching all the sensitive places on his scalp, making Mingyu moan.
Mingyu was hard now, Wonwoo’s erection rubbing against his. He hissed and tore his lips away from Wonwoo’s lips, now latching on to his neck. Wonwoo tilted his head, eyes closed as he allowed Mingyu more access. He continued grinding on his thigh, chasing pleasure as Mingyu’s lips and teeth licked, sucked, and bit the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Fuck! You’re so hot,” Wonwoo moaned, voice velvety and seductive. Mingyu hummed against his skin, hands undoing the top two buttons, exposing the milky skin beneath it. Wonwoo’s hands did the same, roaming Mingyu’s chiseled body, squeezing his biceps lightly as they slid to his hips. A daring hand palmed him through his pants and Mingyu flinched, pulling back. He looked at Wonwoo, eyes hooded and lip pulled between his teeth. He glanced at the erection in his said, “Fuck,” he looked back up, kissing Mingyu again as he massaged him.
Mingyu’s hands bucked into his hand, chasing the friction. “Can I suck you off?” Wonwoo mumbled against his lips and Mingyu nodded, exhilarating. Wonwoo dropped to his knees, face on the level of Mingyu’s hard-on. He stared at it for a moment then looked up at Mingyu with upturned eyes and Mingyu could swear all the blood in his body rushed to his dick at the gesture. Wonwoo’s masterful fingers unbuttoned his pants and brought his cock out.
Mingyu’s dick was thick, long, and veiny. And it was throbbing. Wonwoo gulped, fingers coming to wrap around his member and Mingyu hissed.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” Wonwoo’s hot breath made Mingyu’s dick twitch. Mingyu didn't respond, chest heaving as Wonwoo’s hand pumped his cock, the other massaging his balls.
“Fuck, stop teasing,” Mingyu complained and Wonwoo giggled, increasing his pace, “Ok,” he said and took Mingyu into his mouth. Mingyu threw his head back, fingers tangling in Wonwoo’s hair as the latter bobbed his head around his length, completely engulfing him. The heat of his mouth, soft lips, and wet tongue pleasured Mingyu. He hollowed his cheeks, truly sucking Mingyu and a loud groan escaped his lips.
“Just like that, yeah baby,” Mingyu carded his fingers through his hair, sliding to Wonwoo’s cheek and tilting his head up. When Mingyu looked at Wonwoo’s teary eyes and cherry lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, he almost came. Wonwoo resumed sucking Mingyu off. His lips left his dick with a pop and he licked a long stripe against from the base of Mingyu’s pulsating cock to the tip, licking the slit, making Mingyu moan.
“Does it feel good?” Wonwoo asked, kissing along the shaft and Mingyu hissed, “So good baby. You’re so amazing,” he praised and Wonwoo whimpered, taking Mingyu into his mouth again.
Mingyu was nearing his release, his hips unwittingly thrusting into Wonwoo’s mouth. He wanted to pull out but Wonwoo maintained his grip around his hips, urging Mingyu to come inside. And when Wonwoo deepthroated him, Mingyu finally came, releasing into Wonwoo’s mouth with a loud groan.
All at once, all energy left Mingyu, his limbs going numb as Wonwoo pulled away from his spent cock. Mingyu’s lethargic eyes shifted to Wonwoo’s. Not breaking eye contact, Wonwoo daringly gulped down his release and something inside Mingyu snapped.
He yanked Wonwoo up and crashed their lips together, tasting himself on his tongue. It was gross yet so incredibly sexy. His unsheathed erection moved against Wonwoo’s clothed one, earning delicious moans from the boy. Mingyu’s hands slid to his ass, kneading the flesh, pulling the ass cheeks apart, and pressing a finger into the gap through the pants. Wonwoo whimpered, pushing into Mingyu’s hands and dragging his groin against his thigh.
“Did you get hard sucking me off?” Mingyu whispered into his ear and Wonwoo nodded, lips parted in a silent moan. So fucking sexy.
“Do you want me to take care of that?” he offered. And who was Wonwoo to object?
“Yes, please,”
The sound of the University bell snapped Mingyu out of his daze. Had he been staring long? Did Wonwoo notice? A blush crept to his cheeks. What the fuck was he daydreaming about?!
Mingyu watched as the Professor left the class and Wonwoo stood up, packed his belongings, and made his way to the exit. The odd stares and pointed looks didn't bother him and he left the room, the rustling, and bustling returning. From the corner of his eye, Mingyu watched Mina stand up but before she could reach him, Mingyu grabbed his bag and sprinted out. He heard Mina’s shrill voice calling for him but he decided to ignore her and the comments passersby passed about Wonwoo.
Since Jungkook and Woojin would be going to the party, Mingyu walked back home all alone. His apartment wasn't far from the university so he never used his car. Sometimes Woojin would take it out for a ride and though there were no dents, there certainly were scratches. Mingyu learned to not mind his friend’s shenanigans. But he had to admit that he often went overboard with his words. Like this morning.
When Mingyu first heard the rumor, he didn't know what to feel.
The rumor was that Wonwoo had dated a senior in their first year of University. Kang Sungho. He was the Captain of the Basketball team and an Art student, top of his class. No one knew about this until things went to hell. Wonwoo had stolen Sungho’s artwork in hopes to get good grades. But Sungho felt betrayed and outed him, accusing him of sleeping with him to steal his work. They broke up and Sungho graduated soon after.
Wonwoo became an outcast. No one interacted with him anymore. He was ostracized.
And that’s how things have been ever since.
Mingyu inhaled deeply. Something about the story was not right. Mingyu had always believed that there was more to this debacle than what meets the eye.
Sighing, he opened the door to his apartment and entered. He flopped onto the couch, tossing his bag to the side. He kicked off his shoes and relaxed. He dozed off for a while, maybe 30 minutes but woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing twice and keys rattling. His eyes shot open and he sat up, welcoming the visitor with a small smile.
“Hey, Won,” he grinned as Wonwoo locked the door behind him and entered the living room. He too tossed his bag to the side and joined Mingyu on the couch, straddling his lap.
“Mhm, hey,” he replied as he pressed desperate kisses to his lips, “What about your friends?” Mingyu’s hands crept up his sides, massaging the tense muscles. Mingyu pressed kisses into his neck, teeth sinking into the skin now and then, earning small gasps from Wonwoo.
“I told them I had assignments to do,” Mingyu bit the junction of Wonwoo’s neck and shoulder, making the other shudder. Wonwoo liked it rough.
“Mhm, didn’t know my name was ‘assignments’,” Mingyu snorted, standing up and crashing their lips together. Wonwoo clung to Mingyu, legs wrapped around his waist as the latter carried him to the bedroom. He threw him onto the bed rather unceremoniously and crawled over to him.
“No one laughed,” Mingyu panted as his hands worked to undo Wonwoo’s pants.
“You did,” Wonwoo replied, breathless as Mingyu slid the pants and boxers off his slender legs, settling in between them as he kissed his lips, neck, and shoulder.
“Mhm,” he didn't bother answering and popped open the bottle of lube and slicked his fingers. They were far too desperate to become one and didn't care for small talk. He circled Wonwoo’s entrance with his finger and pushed the digit in.
As Mingyu pleasured him, Wonwoo let out a silent moan.