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drinks or coffee
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: canon or idolverse, sexless industry parties get sexy
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
Rosé, "drinks or coffee"
Re: drinks or coffee
Major Tags: age difference, power dynamics
Additional Tags: n/a
Permission to remix: Please ask
***
Mingyu looks too good for this party.
And he’s bored out of his mind.
He knows why they sent him here. He’s the most extroverted member of the group, practically built for these situations. It’s easy for him to make the rounds, to charm the entire room of board members and executives with his practiced smile and well-timed laughs. But he wishes they had sent him with someone, anyone.
The majority of the people here are old and he hasn’t seen anyone he knows yet, almost wondering if he’s supposed to be here or if he’s the only idiot from Hybe who showed up tonight. The party is a celebration of their achievements for the year, a gala as they call it, and Mingyu was invited to speak. Because he’s good at these things, because he can make anyone comfortable with the flash of a smile, because Seventeen’s gross profits this year were too good for them not to invite him.
He expected other idols to be there, one at the very least, someone he could talk with after he was done flirting with the older married ladies who giggled at his compliments behind their champagne glasses. Instead, he stands near the bar in an expensive suit that’s perfectly fitted to his body, glass of wine in hand, watching the way people move around each other, exchanging fake pleasantries.
Mingyu scans the room for someone he maybe hasn’t spoken too, taking his duties seriously, and then his eyes fall on him.
Myung Jaehyun.
He doesn’t know how he hasn’t noticed him before, in his dark black suit and frilly coral shirt, standing out amongst the sea of people. Mingyu meets his eyes, smiles at him and Jaehyun quickly adverts his gaze, sheepish, as if he’d been staring and Mingyu caught him red-handed.
He’s adorable, Mingyu thinks, watching the way Jaehyun fidgets with the cuff of his sleeve, trying and failing to look busy.
The party suddenly seems a lot more interesting.
Objectively, this is a bad idea. Terrible actually and if anyone from his group was around, he knows they would tell him. He can almost hear Seungcheol’s warning tone, feel Wonwoo’s quiet but loud looks on him. Fortunately, they’re not here and Mingyu is bored and he looks good and Jaehyun keeps sneaking glances at him like he’s unable to look away.
Mingyu crosses the room towards him without thinking, his feet carrying him all the way until he’s standing in front of Jaehyun. They’ve met a few times prior to this, at music shows and award ceremonies. Mingyu remembers the shy look on his face when Jaehyun had gotten scared at the confetti, how he’d jumped and then laughed at himself in embarrassment. He remembers the way his face beamed during interviews, how his eyes sparkled when he performed like he couldn’t quite believe he got to do this for a living.
“Hi,” is all Mingyu says.
Jaehyun looks up at him and his eyes — deep and bright and pretty — make Mingyu feel a little crazy. This close, Mingyu realizes how small Jaehyun is. Mingyu could put him in his pocket probably, pick him up and take him home. That thought is dangerous.
“Mingyu-sunbaenim,” Jaehyun answers back, immediately bowing his head. “How are you?”
“Tired, bored.” Mingyu brings the glass of wine to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes watch Jaehyun. He’s shuffling on his feet, clearly nervous and trying so hard to keep his eyes on Mingyu’s face. But Mingyu knows this game better than anyone and he doesn’t miss the glint of want that flashes in Jaehyun’s eyes when they drift down to his throat as Mingyu swallows. “Hyung is okay.”
Jaehyun breathes out a small “hyung” like he’s testing it on his tongue. Mingyu knows he’ll have to make the first step here, Jaehyun would never dare, given their positions.
“Are you here by choice or because someone told you to come?” Mingyu already knows the answer but he wants to see what Jaehyun will say.
Jaehyun’s eyebrow quirks up, a small smile playing at his lips and god, he’s so cute. Mingyu wants to eat him alive. “Zico-hyung said it’s good for me to come to these parties, if I want to get ahead, make a name as a producer.”
Mingyu laughs a little, looking around. “Do you see Bumzu or Woozi anywhere here?”
Jaehyun shakes his head. “I’m nowhere near the level of genius they are though.”
“You’re still young,” Mingyu notes, his eyes falling to Jaehyun’s lips. He’s wearing a tint, cherry-colored and the gloss shines under the lights, leaving tempting imprints on his glass every time he takes a sip. Mingyu wonders if it tastes as sweet as it looks.
The moment breaks when someone — Mingyu has no idea who the man is — comes by and says it’s nice to see them, that it’s been a while. When he leaves, leaving a trail of sharp cologne behind him, Mingyu turns to Jaehyun again. “Do you know him?”
Jaehyun shakes his head no.
“Me neither.”
Both of them laugh and Mingyu doesn’t miss the way Jaehyun’s entire face transforms when he does, bright eyes and perfect teeth, genuine joy that’s a stark contrast to all the fakeness in the room.
”Wait, why are you here then?” Jaehyun asks, pausing before adding “Hyung” at the end of his sentence.
“I’m giving a speech,” Mingyu says, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Whatever you do, try not to become the token extrovert of your group.”
“I think that’s too late,” Jaehyun admits with a chuckle. “And I’m also the leader.”
“Well then, I guess we’re doomed to keep running into each other.”
“I don’t mind that.”
Jaehyun’s cheeks are dusted pink and Mingyu wants to push a little further. He shouldn’t, he really should keep this to how it is right now but he can’t help himself, has never been good at denying himself when he wants something. And right now, what he wants is to kiss Myung Jaehyun.
“Do you like me that much already Jaehyun-ah?” He’s teasing but Jaehyun flushes even darker, looking down shyly at his shoes. He’s so cute it hurts, Mingyu wants to squeeze him. He’s young too and Mingyu is fully aware that there’s a power dynamic here that he needs to be careful with. He wants Jaehyun to know he can say no, that this isn’t an obligation.
”Please tell me if I make you uncomfortable. I tend to flirt a lot with everyone,” Mingyu says with a soft smile, giving Jaehyun an out.
Jaehyun’s face falls a little, like he’s disappointed. “I’m not uncomfortable. But I’d like it more if it was real and not play flirting like I saw you doing with the women from Financer earlier.”
Mingyu smirks, stepping a little closer to Jaehyun. “So you were watching me?”
Jaehyun doesn’t back away. “You’re kind of hard to miss.”
Mingyu checks his watch, he’s got about thirty minutes before his speech. He looks back at Jaehyun, tongue running over his bottom lip slowly, deliberately. “Want me to show you what I do when it’s real?”
Jaehyun nods, pupils blown wide, and Mingyu starts walking towards the bathroom, knowing without looking that Jaehyun is following behind him. The bathroom is an individual room that locks and he looks around quickly before dragging Jaehyun inside.
“Last chance to back out,” Mingyu says quietly, setting a hand on Jaehyun’s waist and crowding him against the door.
“I don’t think you realize this is like one of my wet dreams coming to life,” Jaehyun says, honest and bright, hand curling around Mingyu’s collar and pulling him down to close the distance.
Mingyu makes it to his speech with a minute to spare, adrenaline coursing through his body. When he stands on the small stage, he spots Jaehyun in the crowd, trying to smooth the wrinkles of his shirt, his lips kiss-swollen and cherry gloss licked clean by Mingyu. Their eyes meet across the room and Jaehyun blushes, touching his neck where Mingyu knows is a mark hidden under the frilly collar.
Mingyu doesn’t regret coming to this party at all.
Re: drinks or coffee
Re: drinks or coffee