Let me put something on, Mingyu said, eyeing Jeonghan warily. He was perched on the side of Jeonghan's bed. Mingyu had just cleaned up mysterious tissues off the floor. Sanitized his hands afterwards, of course—he was no animal.
Anything will do, Jeonghan said.
Mingyu began to type in his username but Jeonghan put his hand over Mingyu's own and went to his Spotify Activity page.
That's you, he said. Just click your name instead.
***
Mingyu had taken photos of Jeonghan.
Want to see? he said, holding his camera out.
Sure, Jeonghan replied. Their fingers brushed together momentarily.
***
Mingyu's water bottle was on the floor, right next to Jeonghan's hairbrush. Why was his hairbrush on the floor? He asked Jeonghan this, but it came out rather interrogative.
It fell, he replied, curtly this time round. Mingyu caught his reflection in Jeonghan's mirror and looked away.
***
It terrified Mingyu that there was a next time.
***
You're shaking, Jeonghan said, as Mingyu leaned over to suck him off.
He didn't even realize. He wasn't nervous or anything, but Jeonghan didn't believe him then, wanting to hold Mingyu instead. He resented Jeonghan for this.
Fuck you too, Mingyu said instead, bending downwards and swallowing Jeonghan whole.
***
Jeonghan's boyfriend was a strange man.
You're a strange man, Mingyu told him, drink in hand. Mingyu stared at Jeonghan's boyfriend the entire time he drank his bottle of lychee-flavored soju, straight from the rim.
Thanks, he said.
Mingyu didn't mean it as a compliment, but he let him think so.
***
My boyfriend thinks you're cool, Jeonghan said, his head in Mingyu's lap. He was absently carding his hands through Jeonghan's hair.
Thanks, Mingyu said. He didn't know what to do with this information.
He wants to meet you again, Jeonghan said.
Thanks, Mingyu repeated himself instead, feeling dumb.
***
Jeonghan grimaced as he drank the boxed wine Mingyu had brought for a friend's housewarming.
Drink up, Mingyu said, making full eye contact. Jeonghan looked away.
What are you doing tonight? Mingyu said, later on, while the rest of the group passed out; immobile and dumb with wine, amongst other things.
Nothing, he replied.
Can I come over?
Next time, he said.
***
Their legs bumped together whilst they ate together. It drove Mingyu crazy. He wanted to ruin Jeonghan and peel his skin apart.
This is like drunk food, Jeonghan said, devouring his burrito. Mingyu himself was barely drunk—Jeonghan was already flushed red. It looked pretty on him.
What do you want to do afterwards? Mingyu said, suddenly very interested in his tacos.
[FILL] this year's spotify wrapped
Major Tags: infidelity
Additional Tags: modern au; non-idolverse
Permission to remix: Yes
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this year's spotify wrapped
Let me put something on, Mingyu said, eyeing Jeonghan warily. He was perched on the side of Jeonghan's bed. Mingyu had just cleaned up mysterious tissues off the floor. Sanitized his hands afterwards, of course—he was no animal.
Anything will do, Jeonghan said.
Mingyu began to type in his username but Jeonghan put his hand over Mingyu's own and went to his Spotify Activity page.
That's you, he said. Just click your name instead.
***
Mingyu had taken photos of Jeonghan.
Want to see? he said, holding his camera out.
Sure, Jeonghan replied. Their fingers brushed together momentarily.
***
Mingyu's water bottle was on the floor, right next to Jeonghan's hairbrush. Why was his hairbrush on the floor? He asked Jeonghan this, but it came out rather interrogative.
It fell, he replied, curtly this time round. Mingyu caught his reflection in Jeonghan's mirror and looked away.
***
It terrified Mingyu that there was a next time.
***
You're shaking, Jeonghan said, as Mingyu leaned over to suck him off.
He didn't even realize. He wasn't nervous or anything, but Jeonghan didn't believe him then, wanting to hold Mingyu instead. He resented Jeonghan for this.
Fuck you too, Mingyu said instead, bending downwards and swallowing Jeonghan whole.
***
Jeonghan's boyfriend was a strange man.
You're a strange man, Mingyu told him, drink in hand. Mingyu stared at Jeonghan's boyfriend the entire time he drank his bottle of lychee-flavored soju, straight from the rim.
Thanks, he said.
Mingyu didn't mean it as a compliment, but he let him think so.
***
My boyfriend thinks you're cool, Jeonghan said, his head in Mingyu's lap. He was absently carding his hands through Jeonghan's hair.
Thanks, Mingyu said. He didn't know what to do with this information.
He wants to meet you again, Jeonghan said.
Thanks, Mingyu repeated himself instead, feeling dumb.
***
Jeonghan grimaced as he drank the boxed wine Mingyu had brought for a friend's housewarming.
Drink up, Mingyu said, making full eye contact. Jeonghan looked away.
What are you doing tonight? Mingyu said, later on, while the rest of the group passed out; immobile and dumb with wine, amongst other things.
Nothing, he replied.
Can I come over?
Next time, he said.
***
Their legs bumped together whilst they ate together. It drove Mingyu crazy. He wanted to ruin Jeonghan and peel his skin apart.
This is like drunk food, Jeonghan said, devouring his burrito. Mingyu himself was barely drunk—Jeonghan was already flushed red. It looked pretty on him.
What do you want to do afterwards? Mingyu said, suddenly very interested in his tacos.
Do you want to come over?