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The steady hum of music in the background seemed to blend with the laughter of his friends, a comforting buzz that settled into Mingi’s chest. He was lounging in one of the chairs, legs stretched out comfortably, an arm draped lazily over the backrest. His drink was still half full, but he wasn’t in any rush to finish it. The night had a relaxed vibe, like these things usually did — nothing intense, just a bunch of close friends hanging out. Yunho was on the couch across from him, casually watching their overly tipsy friend try to balance a bottle on his head. Mingi shook his head, grinning. Same old chaos.

“Alright, who’s up for something stupid?” came the familiar voice of one of their more mischievous friends. Mingi didn’t even need to look to know where this was headed.

He smirked, leaning further back into his chair, watching the scene unfold like a spectator at a game. His guess was on Truth or Dare, something mindless that would end in someone doing something embarrassing. But when she spoke again, Mingi couldn’t help the low chuckle that slipped from his lips.

“Seven. Minutes. In. Heaven.”

“Really?” Mingi raised an eyebrow as half the group groaned in protest while the others cheered, already amused by the thought of it. “You’re not serious.”

She was dead serious.

Mingi let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Of course. Let’s play like we’re in school again.”

He wasn’t opposed to the idea. It was stupid and childish, but that’s what made it fun. These nights were always about doing ridiculous things to laugh about later. He was just glad to be surrounded by familiar faces at the beginning of the semester instead of the stress of exam season.

Their friend grabbed a pen and some scraps of paper, scribbling names down as the rest of them either jumped in or rolled their eyes at the idea. Mingi watched as Yunho shrugged, scrawling his name and tossing it in with the rest. The whole thing was stupid, but what else was new?

Mingi glanced across the room at Yunho, who seemed just as amused as he was. They’d known each other forever, so this didn’t feel weird. They could laugh it off, no problem. His pen scratched across the paper as he added his name to the mix and tossed it into the pile.

He wasn’t even paying attention when the bottle started spinning — just enjoying the low chatter and laughter around him — until he heard his name.

“Mingi!”

He blinked, raising an eyebrow again as laughter exploded around the room. There was Yunho’s name, too, and suddenly, all eyes were on them. The absurdity of the situation hit him, and he couldn’t help but grin. Of course. Of all the possible combinations, it had to be him and Yunho.

The group was already practically on top of them, making all sorts of exaggerated comments and jokes, trying to hype up the moment as if it was the funniest thing they’d seen all night. He caught Yunho’s eye from across the room, and they shared a look — half amused, half disbelieving.

Mingi stood up, stretching dramatically. “Well, I guess if I’m going down, I’m dragging Yunho with me.” The comment sent another round of laughter through the group, and Mingi couldn’t help but feed off the energy, his grin widening.

They made their way toward the small closet by the hallway, and one of the girls theatrically opened the door, gesturing like a game show host. “Your palace awaits,” she teased, already laughing before they’d even stepped inside.

Yunho gave Mingi an exaggerated bow, and Mingi smirked, waving him inside. “After you, princess.” He spoke as if this were some grand event. They played along because that’s what this was — a joke. And Yunho, of all people, was someone Mingi could handle being in close quarters with. It was Yunho, after all. His friend. His best friend.

They squeezed into the cramped space, the door shutting behind them with a dull click. Suddenly, the muffled sound of the party fell away, leaving them in a strange, isolated quiet. The closet was smaller than Mingi had thought, the air already thick with the faint scent of cologne and something warm. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t like they were lounging around with space to breathe, either. Their knees knocked together as they shifted into position, shoulder to shoulder in the darkness.

“So,” Yunho started, his voice still light with humour. “What do we do for seven minutes?”

Mingi chuckled, but he could already feel the shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t immediate, but something about being pressed so close together in this tiny, dark space made the situation feel different. The space felt more intimate than it should. Sure, the game was meant to be a joke, but in this small bubble, where there was only him and Yunho, the teasing felt thinner, more fragile.

“Well, we’ve already survived the first ten seconds,” Mingi said, trying to keep things casual, his arms still crossed against his chest. “That’s gotta count for something.”

Yunho let out a short laugh, but it felt a little forced now, like he was thinking the same thing Mingi was — the air between them was different. Mingi shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against Yunho’s arm, and though it was nothing, really, he noticed it. He noticed it more than he should’ve.

It wasn’t awkward — yet — but Mingi could feel something creeping up on them. Maybe it was the darkness, or maybe it was the buzz of alcohol in his blood. No way to ignore the closeness. He could hear Yunho’s breathing now, quiet but steady.

He was suddenly too aware of the way their legs kept brushing whenever either of them shifted. Too aware of Yunho’s presence in the small space, the way his voice sounded just a bit different, a bit quieter, in the dark.

“Maybe we should just… stare at each other awkwardly for the rest of the time,” Mingi joked.

He wasn’t sure why he said it, but Yunho didn’t laugh. Not really. The energy in the small room had changed. Mingi didn’t know when it had happened, but the longer they stayed in the dark, the more he felt it.

Had it been seven minutes yet?

The brush of Yunho’s shoulder against his was suddenly too close. His heartbeat was suddenly too loud. It was just Yunho. They were just playing a dumb game. But Mingi’s pulse picked up anyway, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure what to say next.

Mingi shifted again, his shoulder once again brushing against Yunho’s, but this time, it wasn’t just a casual nudge. He felt the contact linger for a split second longer than it needed to, and his mind began to spin.

He stared at the outline of Yunho in the dim light, realising just how small the space really was. He could feel the warmth radiating off Yunho’s body, and suddenly, the joke from earlier didn’t feel so funny anymore.

Mingi couldn’t will his body to stay still, shuffling a little in place, the small motion making their legs bump again. It should’ve been nothing, but the contact sent a strange heat crawling up his neck. He glanced toward Yunho, barely able to make out his expression in the dim light, but something in the air between them had changed.

It wasn’t the playful, easy atmosphere from before.

Mingi’s mouth went dry as the silence stretched, the noise from outside the closet fading away until all he could hear was the steady rhythm of his own breathing and the faint sound of Yunho’s beside him. Normally, they’d be joking by now, laughing about how ridiculous this game was, teasing each other like they always did.

But this time, neither of them said a word.

Mingi wasn’t sure what to do with the sudden tension that hung in the air, thick and almost suffocating. He tried to focus on something else — anything else — but all he could think about was the way Yunho’s body felt so close to his, the way their knees kept brushing, the way the darkness made it impossible to ignore just how little space there was between them.

He shifted again, just slightly, but this time he let his arm rest against Yunho’s, the warmth of the contact sending a shiver up his spine. He couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol,the familiarity, the darkness, or something else entirely, but he didn’t pull away.

“Yunho,” Mingi said softly, the word barely a whisper in the dark.

He wasn’t even sure why he said it — just hearing Yunho’s name felt like a way to break the silence. He didn’t know what he expected Yunho to do, but the continued silence that followed only made the tension worse.

Yunho shifted slightly, his arm brushing against Mingi’s again. Mingi felt his pulse quicken, the heat in the small space suddenly unbearable. He couldn’t look away from Yunho’s outline in the dim light, couldn’t stop himself from focusing on every tiny detail — the way Yunho’s breath had become a little more shallow, the way his shoulders were tense against the closet wall.

“Yeah?” Yunho’s voice was soft, almost hesitant.

Mingi’s chest tightened. He couldn’t explain it, but something about the way Yunho responded made his heart beat a little faster. He felt a strange pull, a kind of anticipation he didn’t know what to do with.

Mingi’s gaze dropped for a moment, almost unconsciously, toward Yunho’s lips. The thought was barely there — fleeting and ridiculous — but it lingered just long enough for Mingi to notice, long enough to make his throat dry. He froze, eyes snapping back up to Yunho’s face. His friend was watching him closely, too closely, as if waiting for something.

The room felt too quiet, too small.

“Maybe this isn’t as easy as we thought,” Mingi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now, thick with the weight of the unspoken. The words came out heavier than he intended, laced with something that had been simmering beneath the surface for a long time, something he had never acknowledged until now.

The moment stretched, hanging between them like a fragile thread that could snap at any second. Mingi didn’t know what was happening, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning just a little closer. His heart was pounding now, loud in his ears, his breath shallow. He felt the pull between them — the one he’d been ignoring for too long.

The space between them was almost non-existent now. The tension, the quiet, the charged air — it was all too much, too thick to ignore anymore. Mingi’s mind raced, his pulse quickening as the seconds ticked by. His body moved before his brain could catch up, and for a moment, he wasn’t thinking at all.

All he could focus on was Yunho — the warmth of his body, the way their breathing had synchronised, the way the silence wasn’t just silence anymore.

It was waiting.

The space between them felt suffocating now, even though there was hardly any left. Mingi could hear his heartbeat in his ears, every breath he took feeling louder than it should. Yunho was so close, close enough that Mingi could make out the faint outline of his face in the darkness, the tension in his jaw, the way his lips were parted ever so slightly, like he was on the edge of saying something. But he didn’t.

Instead, Yunho just stared at him, eyes dark and unreadable. Mingi tried to look away, tried to make it casual, but his body wasn’t responding the way he wanted it to. His throat was dry, his pulse was racing, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. Something he wasn’t sure he could stop.

The silence between them stretched painfully, and Mingi opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the tension. But before he could, Yunho shifted, moving just a little closer — so close that Mingi could feel the warmth of his breath against his skin.

Mingi froze.

Yunho’s hand brushed against his arm, slow and deliberate this time, and Mingi’s heart stuttered. He didn’t know if it was intentional, but the touch lingered just long enough to send a shiver down Mingi’s spine. The air in the closet was thick with anticipation, and for a second, Mingi thought about pulling back, about saying something to snap them out of this strange, charged moment. But he didn’t.

Instead, Yunho’s hand slid up Mingi’s arm, his fingers curling around his wrist, holding him there. The touch was gentle, and careful, but there was something behind it, something deeper that Mingi hadn’t expected. He swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of the heat between them, the way Yunho’s fingers tightened just slightly around his wrist.

Yunho’s voice broke the silence, low and husky. “Mingi.”

The sound of his name in the dark, said in that tone, sent a bolt of electricity through him. Mingi’s breath caught, and he didn’t trust himself to respond. He was too focused on Yunho’s hand, on the way his thumb brushed lightly over his skin, a simple, almost innocent gesture that was sending Mingi’s stomach into a full-blown gymnastics routine.

Mingi shifted, not pulling away but not moving closer either. His mind was spinning, trying to process what was happening. This was Yunho. His best friend. But the way Yunho was looking at him now, the way his hand lingered on Mingi’s wrist — it wasn’t platonic at all.

Yunho leaned in, just a little, testing the distance between them. His face was so close now that Mingi could feel the soft brush of his breath against his lips, and for a moment, the world outside the closet ceased to exist. There was no laughter from their friends, no muffled music. There was only Yunho, the weight of his gaze, the slow, deliberate way he was closing the space between them.

Mingi’s heart pounded, and he wasn’t sure what to do. His body was tense, every muscle ready to do something, but he couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move. His eyes flicked to Yunho’s mouth, just for a second, and that was all it took.

Yunho closed the distance between them in one smooth motion, his lips brushing against Mingi’s, tentative at first, almost like he wasn’t sure if Mingi would pull away. But Mingi didn’t pull away. The kiss was soft, and careful, just a whisper of contact, but it felt like lightning crackling through Mingi’s veins.

He froze for a split second, his mind catching up with his body, but then he kissed Yunho back.

The hesitation disappeared as quickly as it had come, and Mingi found himself leaning into the kiss, his body moving without thinking. His hand, still trapped in Yunho’s grip, tightened around Yunho’s wrist, pulling him closer. Yunho responded immediately, his lips pressing more firmly against Mingi’s, the kiss deepening as the tension between them snapped.

It was like they had been holding back for too long, the slow build-up of tension finally breaking free. Mingi’s free hand found its way to Yunho’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled him closer. The kiss grew more intense, more urgent, and Mingi’s head spun with the realisation of what was happening. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It wasn’t just a kiss.

Yunho’s hand moved from Mingi’s wrist, sliding up his arm to rest against his neck, fingers curling against his skin as he tilted Mingi’s head back slightly, deepening the kiss. Mingi let out a quiet sound, something between surprise and surrender, as his body melted into the touch. He could feel Yunho’s breath against his lips, could taste the faint hint of alcohol on his tongue, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

The kiss wasn’t tentative anymore. It was messy, and heated, a clash of lips and breath as they both gave in to the moment. Mingi’s heart was racing, his mind spinning, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to stop. His hand slipped from Yunho’s chest to his waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled Yunho closer, their bodies pressed together in the tight space of the closet.

Yunho let out a soft sound, something between a sigh and a groan, as his hand slid from Mingi’s neck to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened again, their lips moving together in a way that felt natural like they had done this a thousand times before.

Mingi’s head was spinning, the heat between them overwhelming, and for a moment, he forgot everything else. He forgot about the game, about their friends waiting outside. He forgot about the fact that this was Yunho, his best friend. All that mattered was the way Yunho’s body felt against his, the way their mouths moved together, the way the tension that had been building between them for years had finally broken free.

Mingi pulled back for a second, just enough to catch his breath, but his hand stayed on Yunho’s waist, his fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t want to let go.

Yunho’s breath was ragged, his forehead resting against Mingi’s for a moment as they both tried to catch up with what had just happened. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them thick with the weight of what they had just done. Mingi could feel Yunho’s breath against his lips, could still taste the kiss on his tongue, and he knew there was no going back from this.

Mingi’s chest heaved, breaths coming out shallow as he leaned into Yunho. The heat between them was suffocating, the closeness almost too much, but Mingi couldn’t pull away. His mind was racing, struggling to catch up with what was happening — what they were doing. He felt Yunho’s breath, still so close, still charged with the electricity from their kiss.

Yunho’s hand was still in Mingi’s hair, his fingers threading through the strands. Mingi’s pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out any of the noise from outside the closet. The world had shrunk down to just them, just the sound of their breathing, the warmth of Yunho’s body against his.

Neither of them moved for a moment. They were both breathing heavily, the intensity of the kiss still hanging in the air between them. Mingi could feel the rise and fall of Yunho’s chest under his hand, the steady rhythm of his heart pounding against his ribs, matching the frantic pace of Mingi’s own heartbeat.

Neither of them spoke, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was thick with meaning, heavy with the weight of what had just happened, and what was still happening.

Then Yunho moved.

It was subtle at first, just a shift in the way his thumb brushed along Mingi’s jawline, but it sent a ripple of electricity through Mingi’s entire body. His breath hitched, his fingers flexing against Yunho’s waist as the sensation shot through him. 

Yunho’s hand slid from Mingi’s hair back to his neck, his fingers warm against Mingi’s skin as they traced the line of his jaw. Mingi’s pulse raced beneath Yunho’s touch, his body reacting to every slight movement, every brush of skin. His mind raced, thoughts a tangled mess of desire and confusion, but his body moved instinctively.

Yunho’s fingers trailed down the side of Mingi’s neck, brushing over his collarbone, sending another shiver through him. Mingi couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped his lips, something between a sigh and a groan. Yunho paused for just a moment, his breath catching at the sound, and Mingi could feel the tension snap.

Before Mingi could think, Yunho was kissing him again.

Yunho shifted slightly, his lips brushing against Mingi’s once more, a slow, delicious touch that sent a shiver down Mingi’s spine. It wasn’t hesitant this time — it was deliberate. Mingi’s breath hitched as Yunho’s fingers tightened slightly around his neck, pulling him closer again, and before Mingi could think, could process what this meant, he was kissing Yunho back with the same intensity as before.

Mingi’s body responded immediately, his hand sliding up Yunho’s chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath his palm. His fingers curled into the fabric of Yunho’s shirt, pulling him closer, needing more — more contact, more heat, more of Yunho. The kiss deepened almost immediately, their lips parting as Mingi felt Yunho’s tongue brush against his. It was a slow burn at first, a careful exploration, but the intensity grew with each passing second. Mingi’s body responded without thinking, his hips rocking forward to brush up against the other.

Yunho groaned softly into the kiss, his free hand tugging at the waistband of Mingi’s pants, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together in the tight space of the closet. The heat was overwhelming, the tension that had been building for years finally snapping in a way neither of them could control.

Mingi’s mind was spinning, thoughts tangled and incoherent. All he could focus on was Yunho — the way his mouth felt, the way his body fit against Mingi’s like they had done this a thousand times before. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, as if they were both afraid to stop, afraid that the moment would slip away if they did.

Mingi’s mind was spinning, the weight of Yunho’s body pressed against him, the taste of his lips — everything was too much and not enough at the same time.

Yunho’s hands were everywhere, moving from Mingi’s neck down to his back, fingers pressing into his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. Mingi let out a soft sound, his body arching into Yunho’s touch as he pressed their hips together, the friction sending a wave of heat through him.

“Yunho...” Mingi breathed, his voice barely audible between kisses.

Yunho didn’t respond with words — he didn’t need to. The way he pulled Mingi impossibly closer, the way his hands moved with purpose, spoke louder than anything he could have said. Mingi’s heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing as Yunho’s hand slid down to his waist, fingers slipping under the fabric of his shirt to begin exploring his skin, the touch of his skin against Mingi’s sending a shockwave through his core.

Mingi gasped at the contact, his breath catching as Yunho’s fingers took a moment to brush over his happy trail, slow but deliberate. The heat between them was unbearable now, the tension reaching a breaking point that neither of them could ignore. Mingi’s own hands moved instinctively, fingers curling into Yunho’s shirt, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, their mouths moving together with a kind of urgency that felt like it had been building forever.

The space between them disappeared completely. Their bodies pressed together so tightly that Mingi could feel every line of Yunho’s frame against his own. It wasn’t enough — he wanted more. Needed more.

Mingi’s hands moved, sliding up to Yunho’s neck, then to his jaw as he angled Yunho’s face, deepening the kiss. He felt Yunho respond immediately, his body melting into Mingi’s as the kiss grew hungrier, more desperate with every passing second. 

Yunho’s hands slipped lower, skimming the edge of Mingi’s jeans, and Mingi’s breath caught in his throat. He could feel Yunho’s fingers trembling slightly, but the touch was confident, sure.

“Mingi,” Yunho whispered, his voice rough and low, his breath hot against Mingi’s ear. The sound of his name like that, in Yunho’s voice, sent a jolt of heat straight through him.

Mingi groaned, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He pushed Yunho back against the closet door, his hands slipping under Yunho’s shirt, fingers skimming the hard lines of his stomach as he pressed his lips to Yunho’s neck, tasting the salt of his skin. Yunho’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Mingi’s hips, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together, every inch of space between them vanishing.

The kiss was frantic now, the air thick with heat and the heavy scent of sweat and cologne. Mingi’s fingers fumbled with the hem of Yunho’s shirt, tugging it up, desperate to feel more of him. Yunho responded with the same intensity, his hands gripping Mingi’s hips, pulling him flush against him, their bodies fitting together in a way that felt too perfect. Mingi groaned into the kiss, his fingers sliding under Yunho’s shirt, the heat of his skin searing against his palm as he explored the lines of Yunho’s stomach.

Mingi’s heart pounded wildly as his hands moved higher, pushing Yunho’s shirt up, needing to feel more of him, to know every inch of him. The sensation of Yunho’s bare skin beneath his fingers was intoxicating, and Mingi’s head spun with it.

Yunho’s breath hitched as Mingi’s hands slid up his chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. His body was warm, firm, and the way Yunho reacted to every touch only fueled the fire burning inside Mingi. He wanted to memorise every inch of him, to burn this moment into his memory.

There was no hesitation anymore. No space for second-guessing. The desire between them was overwhelming, and consuming, and Mingi wasn’t sure where he ended and Yunho began. All he knew was that he didn’t want to stop — couldn’t stop.

Yunho’s hands returned to Mingi’s waistband, fingers dexterously unbuttoning his jeans to slip his fingers beneath the fabric, and Mingi felt a fire building inside him, threatening to consume him whole.

“Yunho,” Mingi breathed again, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. He didn’t know what he was asking for, didn’t know if he was asking for anything at all. All he knew was that he wanted more. Needed more.

“Mingi,” Yunho breathed, his voice rough, low, the sound sending a shiver through Mingi’s entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was a question or a plea, but it didn’t matter. The way Yunho said his name, the way his hands moved, the way his lips found Mingi’s again — all of it was enough to make Mingi forget everything else.

Yunho responded with another kiss, this one rougher, more desperate than before. His fingers slipped beneath Mingi’s boxers, electricity swelling in Mingi’s core as he groaned into the kiss, his body arching into Yunho’s touch. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat between them growing unbearable as their hands moved over each other, no longer caring about the confined space or the fact that their friends were just outside.

There was no turning back. Mingi felt that now, as he surrendered completely to the moment, to Yunho.

But they couldn’t go too far. Seven minutes was not long enough for what Mingi wanted Yunho to do to him. Next time he’ll request a whole seven hours.

Yunho’s lips moved from Mingi’s mouth to his jaw, trailing soft kisses down his neck, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through Mingi’s entire body. He gasped, his head tilting back, giving Yunho more access as his hands gripped Yunho’s shoulders, holding on as the heat between them grew hotter, and more intense.

“Wait,” Mingi whispered through a gasp, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of Yunho’s jeans, his movements hurried, desperate, as his body ached for more, needing more of Yunho, needing to feel everything. “Let me…”

Yunho let out a low groan, almost in protest as Mingi pulled away. Mingi just grinned, another jolt of electricity shooting through his veins before he dropped to his knees. If they couldn’t fuck, Mingi would be damn sure to get his fix of Yunho one way or another.

He’d be a liar to say he hadn’t thought about his friend’s cock in a less-than-platonic manner before, but even then he hadn’t imagined his perverted little delusions could ever materialise in front of his very eyes.

As he tugged at Yunho’s pants he could barely contain his own moan as he watched the way it sprung from beneath the fabric — ready and impatiently waiting for him.

At this point, Yunho seemed to have forgotten about their friends outside. Mingi felt a short, sharp sting in his scalp as the beautiful hands of his best friend tugged in his desire. Mingi was convinced his insides had turned entirely upside down from the eye contact. But nothing could prepare him for the next words out of Yunho’s mouth.

“Come on, princess. Fill your pretty mouth up.” His voice was low and husky with lust. Mingi had never seen anything like it before but he didn’t hesitate to comply.

His lips found Yunho’s tip immediately, pressing sweet kisses to catch the bead of precum threatening to drip down onto the floor — what a waste that would be. Mingi’s lips parted enough to let his tongue run a stick stripe from the base of the cock back up to his tip before taking the head between his lips.

The grip on his hair tightened and Yunho’s eyes were dark with desire as they met each other’s gaze — prompting Mingi to suck gently as he took in a couple of inches more, teasingly slowly in the hopes Yunho might be a little aggressive.

His wish was granted. Yunho could barely last a few more seconds before he gripped tighter onto Mingi’s hair and began rocking his hips at a slower pace. Mingi took a few moments to match his pace, wrapping a hand around what his mouth hadn’t reached yet to ensure his Yunho was reaching peak pleasure. Based on the low groans and breaths, he was doing just that.

It wasn’t long before Mingi could feel the euphoric feeling of the tip of Yunho’s cock hitting the back of his throat, tears welling in his eyes as he struggled just slightly for air. But the need to satisfy Yunho was stronger than his need to breathe, he couldn’t pull himself away no matter how many times he gagged on him. Spit had pooled around his tongue, spilling down onto his chin as Yunho used his mouth as he pleased. All Mingi could do was moan and suck, enjoying the taste of Yunho’s heated desire — for him. 

All for him.

After a few moments, Mingi pulled back just enough for Yunho’s cock to leave his lips with a small ‘pop’ and an involuntary gasp came from him as his lungs scrambled to fill up with oxygen again. He didn’t neglect his task, though, wiping the spot from his own chin to begin stroking Yunho in a quick rhythm.

“Fuck, Mingi…” Yunho’s head tilted back against the closet door and Mingi relished the sight of seeing his friend come undone like this in front of him, because of him.

He gave a few more kitten licks as a slight tease. “Want you to cum for me… please,” he whined, taking Yunho’s cock back into his mouth before he could get a response.

At some point, Mingi felt his eyes roll back for a moment — whether from how hard Yunho had begun to fuck into his throat searching for his high or from how overwhelmingly unreal it all felt. Yunho. He was sucking Yunho’s dick.

“That’s it, princess,” Yunho grunted, his free hand caressing Mingi’s cheek, his other hand still firmly gripping his hair. “Don’t make a mess, I want you to take it all.”

Mingi could only whimper in his compliance, begging with his eyes as he looked up at Yunho. He gagged again as a particular thrust caught the back of his throat in a certain way, but this was enough to send Yunho over the edge. Before Mingi could recover properly, he felt a warmth in his mouth, the pulsing of the cock buried deep in his throat sent another body-wracking shiver through him. Pure bliss.

He tried his best to drink every drop he was given as if it were his last, a deep fear driving him to savour it. This might never happen again, he wasn’t going to waste it.

Finally, Yunho slipped out from between Mingi’s lips and Mingi clipped the string of spit still connecting them with his tongue, giggling slightly in his drunken daze. Yunho collapsed against the door again, catching his breath before tucking himself away and kneeling down to meet Mingi’s eyes.

“You were so good for me,” Yunho spoke softly now, the deep husk to his voice no longer there as he caressed Mingi’s face sweetly. “My princess, my Mingi.”

Their lips met in a passionate clash once more, Mingi letting Yunho taste himself and lapping up the soft moans of his friend as he did. Only then did Mingi realise his own heat had subsided and for a moment he was confused.

Until he felt the stickiness in his own pants. He’d cum from merely sucking Yunho off. Feeling Yunho, hearing Yunho, seeing Yunho have such a deep need for him, using him to get off like that. Fuck, it was hot.

The air in the closet was thick, their bodies still pressed together as they came down from the intensity of what had just happened. Mingi’s breathing was shallow, his heart still racing in his chest. He could feel Yunho’s forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling in the small, dark space, both of them trying to catch up with the gravity of what they’d just done.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The heat between them was still there, lingering in the aftermath of the moment, but something else had settled in — something heavier, more complicated. Mingi’s fingers were still curled in the fabric of Yunho’s shirt, unwilling to let go just yet. Yunho’s hands were still resting on Mingi’s face, his grip softening but not retreating.

Mingi didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if there was anything he could say to make sense of what had just happened. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to laugh it off, make a joke about how dumb the game was, and go back to the party like nothing had changed.

But everything had changed.

He could hear the muffled sounds of their friends still talking and laughing on the other side of the door, oblivious to what had just gone down. It felt like a completely different world out there — one that Mingi wasn’t sure how to step back into after this. After Yunho.

Yunho was the first to pull away, just slightly, his hands slipping from Mingi’s cheeks. Mingi felt the loss of contact immediately, the cool air brushing against his skin where Yunho’s fingers had just been. Yunho didn’t move far, though — just enough to look at him, their faces still close, their breaths still mingling in the tight space.

“Mingi,” Yunho breathed, his voice low, a little shaky this time. There was something in his tone — something that mirrored the confusion Mingi felt, the uncertainty hanging between them.

Mingi swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “Yeah?”

Yunho didn’t answer right away. His eyes searched Mingi’s face, as if trying to gauge what came next, what they were supposed to do now that they had crossed a line they could never uncross. Mingi’s pulse thudded in his ears, his mind still spinning, but he didn’t pull away either.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of what they’d just done, what they both knew was waiting for them outside that door.

Finally, Yunho let out a slow breath, his fingers trailing along Mingi’s arm, the touch lighter now, hesitant. “We should probably... get out of here,” he murmured, his voice laced with something unreadable.

Mingi nodded, even though every part of him wanted to stay in that closet a little longer, to hold onto the moment before they had to face the real world again. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. “Yeah, we should.”

They both lingered for another second, neither of them willing to make the first move. Then, with a slow exhale, Yunho stepped back, his hand brushing against the doorknob. The sound of the party on the other side seemed louder now, a reminder of the world they were about to step back into, the world where they were supposed to be just friends.

Yunho opened the door slowly, the dim light from the living room spilling into the closet, bathing them both in its soft glow. Mingi blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light as the sounds of their friends’ laughter filled his ears again. For a moment, the world felt disorienting, like he’d stepped out of a dream and into something unfamiliar.

As soon as they emerged, the room exploded with laughter and teasing. “Finally! You took your time!” one of their friends shouted, clearly expecting them to laugh and brush it off. “What were you two doing in there?”

The question hung in the air, laced with sarcasm and humour, but to Mingi, it felt heavier than that. His heart pounded as he glanced at Yunho, who managed a half-smile, playing it cool like nothing had happened. Mingi forced himself to do the same, ignoring the tension still coursing through his body.

“Well, you know,” Yunho said with a shrug, his voice casual, but Mingi could hear the edge beneath it. “It’s hard to count the minutes when you don’t have a clock. We thought one of you would open the door after we lost count.”

The group burst into laughter, completely unaware of what had actually gone down in that closet. Mingi grinned along with them, his own laugh coming out a little strained, but no one seemed to notice. It was all just a game to them — a harmless, silly game.

But Mingi knew better. So did Yunho.

As they returned to their spots in the room despite Mingi’s situation. He felt the weight of Yunho’s gaze on him, but he didn’t dare look back. His mind was racing, still trying to process everything. He could still feel Yunho’s hands on him, still taste the kiss on his lips, and every time he thought about it, his heart skipped a beat.

The night continued around them, their friends oblivious to the shift that had happened in the closet, to the way Mingi’s body still hummed with the remnants of what had just happened. But there was no going back.

Mingi could feel it in the way Yunho’s knee brushed against his under the table, in the way their eyes met for a brief second before Yunho looked away, his expression carefully neutral.

They could play it off for now. They could pretend like nothing had changed in front of their friends. But Mingi knew that the real conversation was still waiting for them. That what had happened in the closet was just the beginning, and sooner or later, they would have to face it.

But not tonight.