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It wasn’t like Hyunjin didn’t know about the Inkigayo rumors. Trainees giggled about it all the time, but Hyunjin always just assumed it was just a joke. What kind of bathrooms could Inkigayo have that all these idols are hooking up in?

When Stray Kids first performed at Inkigayo, Hyunjin did glance around the bathrooms. They looked like normal bathrooms and he didn’t run into any idols secretly making out in the corner. 

He had rolled his eyes and walked out, back to the greenroom with the rest of the boys. 

-

After a few performances there, Hyunjin is used to Inkigayo and sees it as any other music show place. 

They just finished their pre-recording performance, heading back to the dressing rooms. Hyunjin plops down on the couch next to Jisung and Minho. 

“Hey guys, they said we got about thirty minutes until we have to be back out there for the closing ceremonies,” Chan says, coming in through the door before going and sitting next to Changbin.

Hyunjin looks around, everyone either preoccupied with their phones or closing their eyes to get in a minute of rest. Hyunjin turns to look at Jisung and is met with Jisung giggling in Minho’s ear. Hyunjin scrunches up his face in disgust, he would rather not be dealing with the lovebirds for the next thirty minutes.

“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back,” Hyunjin says, grabbing his phone off the table.

“Please be back before we have to go on!” Chan says.

Hyunjin doesn’t remember the last time peeing took him that long but he nods in agreement and sets a timer on his phone for thirty minutes and flashes it to Chan before exiting out the door. 

He walks up to the bathroom on this floor, a single stall room, and huffs in annoyance at the little lock saying ‘occupied’. 

Hyunjin turns and starts walking towards the stairs, startled when suddenly someone comes quickly walking down them. 

He’s met Mingyu before, briefly, sorta. Mingyu has been MC for a few months, so they’ve had some interview banter on camera. Other than that, Hyunjin can’t remember a single conversation they’ve had. 

Still, he bows anyway. “Mingyu sunbaenim.”

Mingyu grins at him, bright teeth and sharp canines on display, “Just call me hyung, we’ve met enough times already.”

Hyunjin blinks quickly in surprise, but nods anyway. “Of course, hyung.”

The look Mingyu gives him is quick, pupils dilated as his eyes quickly drop down to Hyunjin’s lips and back up, before he goes back to his boyish smile. “Are you looking for something?”

“Oh, yeah uh, the fifth floor has a bigger bathroom right?” Hyunjin asks, trying to ignore the sweatiness of his hands as he looks at Mingyu. 

Cause look, Mingyu’s hot, okay. Hyunjin is a simple man. He’s tall and sexy and nice and Hyunjin wants Mingyu to bend him over a desk. 

But, you know. Who doesn’t?

Mingyu nods and turns back to walk up the stairs, “Yeah come on, I’ll show you.”

-

So, in hindsight, Hyunjin can be a bit dense. When a hot idol asks you to follow them into the Inkigayo bathrooms, you’re not gonna awkwardly just stand there and pee next to each other. 

He should have expected it, really. He even had the gall to act surprised when Mingyu pushed him up against the stall door and asked if it was okay to kiss him. 

Now, he pulls Mingyu down to him to kiss deeper, licking into his mouth and pulling at the hair on the nape of Mingyu’s neck. Mingyu’s skin is warm, and Hyunjin scratches his nails gently, making Mingyu shudder against him. Mingyu whines into the kiss and his hips buck and Hyunjin brings his thigh up for Mingyu to grind down onto. 

Mingyu starts trailing kisses down Hyunjin’s neck, careful to avoid sucking and leaving a mark. He lightly bites down and Hyunjin gasps out as he feels Mingyu’s teeth graze against his skin. Mingyu gently pushes away Hyunjin’s freshly dyed brown hair to mouth at his collarbone. 

“Ah, you can. You can pull if you want. My hair.” Hyunjin averts his eyes, staring at a broken piece of tile on the bathroom wall, too embarrassed to meet Mingyu’s eye.

Mingyu huffs a laugh against his neck, threading his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair and tugging lightly. “Like this?”

Hyunjin whimpers and swallows, “Y-yeah. Um. You can do harder.” 

Mingyu hums and pulls harder, causing Hyunjin to gasp and bare his neck back further. 

“You’re good at listening to directions,” Hyunjin murmurs and feels his cheeks heat up. What the fuck is he saying?

Mingyu pulls back and looks at Hyunjin, eyes wide. Mingyu opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, before closing it and leaning in to capture Hyunjin’s lips again. 

They continue like that for a few minutes, languidly making out and grinding against each other. At some point Mingyu reaches down and starts messing with Hyunjin’s waistband.

“Can I?” Mingyu pulls away and glances at Hyunjin. Hyunjin nods and Mingyu pops open the button of Hyunjin’s pants.

Mingyu is interrupted by the shrill ringing of marimba and Hyunjin pulls back and groans. Stupid closing ceremonies. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and quiets the timer.

“Sorry, Chan said we had to be back in thirty minutes,” Hyunjin says, straightening up and running his fingers through his hair.

Mingyu clears his throat and nods, adjusting himself in his pants and rolling his shoulders back. “Ah, yeah that means I gotta get back too.”

They both look at each other for a second, awkward tension filling the air before Hyunjin turns around and unlocks the stall and walks out.

Mingyu trails behind him towards the door and they both freeze when somebody walks in.

None other than Joshua Hong pauses and stares back at them, eyes flitting between the two. He fights back a smile and raises his eyebrows cockily before brushing past them to enter a stall.

Not exactly how Hyunjin thought he would meet Joshua for the first time. Mortified, he hurries out of the bathroom and back down the stairs, not giving Mingyu a second glance.

He pushes through the door, back into the greenroom and sees the rest of the boys putting their mic packs back on. Hyunjin grabs his, walking over to the mirror to assess what he looks like. 

Seungmin walks up next to him and glances up and down before smiling. “Might wanna button your pants too.”

Hyunjin’s eyes go wide and he hastily reaches down and redoes his button. Seungmin laughs and slaps him on the shoulder.

-

Hyunjin nervously leads the boys up to his piece on the wall and gestures towards it. “Here it is.”

He’s met with loud cheers and compliments and Hyunjin laughs and jokingly shoves away Jisung, who was clinging to his arm.

“Stop it, thank you guys,” Hyunjin smiles.

When their managers let them know that there was going to be an all company collaborative idol gallery show for any idols who wanted to submit any sort of media art piece for the show, Hyunjin perked up, thinking of all the different pieces he could potentially submit. He had chosen to do a more elaborate watercolor flower piece, one of the most intricate paintings he’s done so far. 

“We’re gonna go walk around, do you wanna come?” Jeongin asks.

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute.”

Hyunjin steps back from his piece, taking out his phone to snap some pictures he can send on bubble later.

“It’s a pretty piece,” a voice says behind him and Hyunjin turns to see who it is.

Black mullet and eyes framed by glasses with the lenses popped out, Minghao meets his gaze, expression cool and neutral. Hyunjin smiles at him and bows, “Ah, thank you sunbaenim.”

Minghao hums and gives him a close lipped smile, breaking eye contact to look back up at the piece. Hyunjin doesn’t know Minghao that well, aside from seeing him at music show events and following him on Instagram. Truthfully, he’s a bit intimidated by the elder. He’s fashionable and artsy and cool and Hyunjin is trying to be all of those things but sometimes he doesn’t know if he’s succeeding. 

He looks back up at his own piece, feeling a little self conscious as Minghao keeps staring at it. Hyunjin turns to say something to Minghao, but by the time he looks, Minghao has already disappeared.

Frowning and looking around, he doesn’t see Minghao anywhere but he sees the top of Seungmin’s beret and heads over that way.

Hyunjin walks around with the kids for a while, splitting off with Seungmin and Jeongin. They come upon a yellow painting, with fluid strokes of black swirling throughout the piece. He looks at the nameplate and sees a tiny ‘The 8 - SEVENTEEN’ printed on it.

He glances back up at it and feels the presence of someone walk up next to him. He looks over and sees Minghao silently looking up at his own piece.

“Your piece is beautiful, I really love the movement you captured,” Hyunjin says, eyes crinkling up as he smiles at Minghao. 

Minghao meets his gaze and smiles, lips curving more towards a smirk. “Thank you, Hyunjin-ah.”

Hyunjin can’t help the surprised expression on his face from the familiarity Minghao used. Minghao giggles and pulls out a small sketchbook and a pen, scribbling something down. He gently rips out the paper and hands it to Hyunjin.

“Call me sometime, we can talk about art,” he says, before bowing and walking away with a little wave.

Hyunjin hears giggles behind him and turns around to see Seungmin and Jeongin snickering to each other. 

“Yah, shut up,” Hyunjin mumbles and shoves Jeongin’s chest.

Jeongin rolls his eyes. “‘Call me sometime,’” he says, in a poor imitation of Minghao’s accent. Seungmin erupts into more giggles and Hyunjin glares at both of them, stuffing the paper Minghao gave him deep into his pants pocket and goes off to find the other members.

-

Despite getting home and taking out the piece of paper with Minghao’s number on it and placing it on his nightstand, Hyunjin never ends up texting or calling Minghao. He can’t quite pinpoint why, but he feels weird and awkward. Like Minghao must have made a mistake in giving it to him. Spur of the moment thing that Minghao didn’t actually mean.

Weeks later, he’s practically forgotten about the whole interaction. 

Now, he sits on the living room couch and watches Jisung come out of his room, adjusting his outfit. He’s wearing tight high waisted leather pants, cinched with a belt to make his already small waist smaller. With a striped shirt tucked in and a smokey eye look to complete it, Jisung looks over at Hyunjin. 

“Does this look okay?” He fiddles with the belt again and sheepishly smiles. 

Hyunjin raises his eyebrows and looks him up and down, “Where are you going?”

Jisung chuckles and sits down next to Hyunjin on the couch. He smells a little too strongly of cologne and Hyunjin crinkles his nose at him. 

“To that underground club Changbin was telling us about last week. Minho hyung wanted to see it and wanted me to come with him.”

Ah. Changbin did mention a club last week. Hyunjin knew of a few underground clubs, ones where only idols and other celebs could get in and not have to fear about media finding out what they were doing in there. 

Jisung perks up and turns to Hyunjin, “You should come! We don’t have schedule tomorrow, it’ll be fun!”

Hyunjin hesitates and looks at Jisung. Jisung pouts and leans into Hyunjin’s space before Hyunjin squeaks and pushes Jisung away. Hyunjin straightens up,  “And be your third wheel? No thanks.”

Jisung rolls his eyes and leans back. “No, you’ll go out and dance and meet someone.”

Hyunjin looks down at his outfit, lounge shorts and a paint stained shirt. “I’m not exactly club ready, Jisung.”

Jisung waves his hand in dismissal and looks at his phone. “We aren’t leaving for another 25 minutes. That’s plenty of time. Hyung is gonna meet us at our place anyway before we head out.”

Hyunjin sighs, knowing he’s already given in and gets up to change in his room, grumbling as he hears Jisung squeal in excitement. “I’m only going to get out of the dorm! Not because of you!” Hyunjin shouts from his room and hears Jisung laugh before he closes his bedroom door.

Hyunjin ends up putting on leather as well, a two piece set he had bought a while back and pairs it with some silver rings and a necklace. When he walks out to head into the bathroom to fix his hair he hears Jisung let out an “OOOOH!” and Hyunjin ignores him with a shake of his head. His hair has been blonde again for a while, the black roots starting to peek through. He ends up just brushing it and putting it half up like usual and decides on no makeup before coming out to meet Jisung. Minho is already there, wearing a loose button down tucked into some black jeans.

“You ready?” Jisung asks and Hyunjin nods.

-

The club is small, held in a basement in a secluded part of Itaewon. They had to sign waivers at the door, show their IDs, and get patted down before entering. The music is loud, some generic EDM song blaring. Jisung turns and practically yells into his ear that he and Minho are gonna go get a drink and Hyunjin waves them off.

He looks around and sees a few familiar faces scattered around the club. There’s a small stage for the DJ and a few booths lining the walls. A small dance floor in the center and a few standing tables are scattered around the perimeter. The bar is against the back wall and Hyunjin walks up to the bar on his own. Jisung and Minho have already scampered off and Hyunjin orders a peach bellini to sip on. 

The person next to him orders a sangria and Hyunjin turns to look. He startles when he realizes it’s Minghao and he’s about to make his escape before Minghao turns to him and makes eye contact.

Hyunjin stops in his tracks, looking Minghao up and down. Minghao is wearing a sheer white turtleneck cinched with a black corset-like piece along with silver jewelry. His hair is silver now, and he’s got red eyeshadow lining his eyes. When he looks back up, Minghao is smirking at him and taking a sip of his drink.

“You never texted me,” Minghao says in lieu of a greeting.

Hyunjin’s ears burn and he fiddles with the glass in his hand. You know what, no, he came here to get out and potentially dance with someone hot. He refuses to be awkward about it. He rolls his shoulders back and huffs, feeling bratty, and quirks an eyebrow, “Was I supposed to?”

Minghao’s eyebrows shoot up and he lets out an incredulous laugh. He sips his drink before replying, “Hm, I guess not. But I wanted you to.”

Well. Okay. Hyunjin doesn’t know how to reply to that, choosing to sip his drink and ignore his burning ears.

They stand there for a moment, both of them nursing their drinks before Minghao sets his empty glass down and steps closer to Hyunjin. “Wanna dance?”

Hyunjin glances at him out of the side of his eye and shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Sure.”

Minghao giggles and Hyunjin fights a smile at the surprisingly cute sound of it, contrasting against the aloof and cool aura that Minghao has been going for since they met.

Hyunjin sets his own (now empty) glass down and lets Minghao take him by the hand and drag him out to the dance floor. 

A slow, heavy bass song is playing and they both slowly start to move.

Minghao leans in and whispers in Hyunjin’s ear, “You’re a dancer in your group, aren’t you?” Hyunjin nods and Minghao leans back and smirks, “Then show me what you got.”

They start dancing and it doesn’t take them long before Hyunjin’s horny brain wins out and he turns around and grinds his ass up against Minghao, surprised and pleased to feel his hard on pressing back against him. They get into a rhythm and in a few minutes Hyunjin is panting, his dick is straining against the leather pants he has on. He feels sweat slowly dripping down his back and Minghao’s breath panting up against the side of his neck.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Minghao says and Hyunjin turns around. Minghao’s pupils are blown and his cheeks are ruddy. Hyunjin nods dumbly and steps back to catch his breath.

“I gotta tell my friends I’m leaving,” Hyunjin gestures towards Minho and Jisung, who are tucked into a booth with Jisung perched on Minho’s lap and kissing his neck. 

Minghao looks over and laughs, “Sure, I’ll wait for you outside.”

Hyunjin nods and heads over to Minho and Jisung. “Yah,” he says but both of them don’t hear him. Hyunjin huffs and pushes Jisung’s shoulder, “Yah!” and Jisung finally stops and looks up at Hyunjin.

“Oh my god, what?” Jisung spits out.

“I’m leaving with someone. Don’t wait for me,” Hyunjin says.

Minho raises his eyebrows and looks around, “Who with?”

“None of your business, I’ll text you when I’m heading home.”

Minho laughs and tucks his head into Jisung’s shoulder and Jisung grins at him, “Have fun~!”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and leaves, winding through the crowd to the front door, out into the cold night and finds Minghao leaning up against the wall waiting for him. 

“I got us a love hotel, that okay?” Minghao says and pulls out his phone to call a taxi.

Hyunjin nods and a few minutes later they both climb into the taxi. 

The tension is thick on the way there, both of them sitting up straight and not looking at each other. They finally arrive and Minghao leads Hyunjin into the hotel, grabbing their keycard from the front desk and heading to the room.

When they enter the room Hyunjin takes it in with wide eyes. He hasn’t actually been to one of these before, in the past when he hooked up with someone it was usually just at their place, but it hadn’t been someone with 12 other members in their group before so Hyunjin understands. The room is a bit cheesy, to be honest. It’s dimly lit with a red light and the bed is huge. There’s a small brand new bottle of lube on the nightstand along with a box of condoms.

Minghao kicks off his shoes and turns to look at Hyunjin. Hyunjin does the same and raises an eyebrow. 

“Well?” Hyunjin says.

Minghao smirks and leans in, capturing Hyunjin’s mouth. The kiss is heated, Hyunjin automatically opening up his mouth and throwing his arms around Minghao’s neck. Minghao tastes like sangria and Hyunjin moans when Minghao bites down on his bottom lip. Minghao takes control of the kiss and Hyunjin lets him, more than happy to let Minghao take the lead. Hyunjin prefers it anyway, to be pulled and given commands and to just lay there and take it, giving into the pleasure. 

Minghao leads them to the bed and pushes Hyunjin down onto it, breaking their kiss. Hyunjin coyly looks up at him through his eyelashes and pouts. Minghao tilts his head to the side and smiles, “Yes baby?”

Hyunjin shudders at the pet name and scoots back further on the bed. “Come here.”

Minghao climbs on top of him, straddling his lap but not sitting all the way down. Hyunjin whines and bucks his hips up, reaching for Minghao. Minghao quickly grabs both of Hyunjin’s wrists and pins them above his head.

“Did I say you can touch me?” Minghao says and Hyunjin moans, lightly fighting against Minghao’s grip. Minghao’s gaze softens for a moment and he gently says, “You know the color system?”

Hyunjin nods and pants out, “Green hyung, green.”

Minghao’s eyes harden again and he tightens his grip around Hyunjin’s wrist, the pressure making Hyunjin woozy. “Did I ever say you can call me hyung?”

Hyunjin squirms and pants, “Sorry, sunbae.”

Minghao grins and leans in again, soft lips against Hyunjin’s own. Minghao trails down Hyunjin’s cheek and neck, kissing up to Hyunjin’s earlobe. He lightly tugs on it with his teeth before whispering in his ear, “Tell sunbae what you like.”

Hyunjin’s mind goes blank, horniness clouding his brain as he tries to form an answer. “Um, you can pull my hair, ch-” he cuts off, whimpering as Minghao gently bites at a sensitive spot on Hyunjin’s neck. 

“Hm? What was that?” Minghao purrs and pulls back to look Hyunjin in the eye. 

“Choke me, hold me down, whatever I don’t care just please,” Hyunjin breathes out, unsure what he’s really begging for, his hips bucking up again, desperately trying to find friction. 

Minghao smiles, bringing up his hand that’s not currently pinning Hyunjin’s wrists and lightly rests it on Hyunjin’s neck. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs and delicately applies pressure.

Hyunjin keens as the cutoff of blood makes his head swim, making him feel floaty and intensifying everything around him, his skin burning at every point of contact with Minghao. His body slackens, no longer trying to fight Minghao’s grip on his wrists.

Minghao lets go and Hyunjin gasps as the blood flows again. Minghao finally, finally sits down fully on Hyunjin’s lap and Hyunjin can feel Minghao’s own hard on against his thigh. Minghao rolls his hips down, his thigh finally giving Hyunjin something to grind up onto. 

Minghao releases Hyunjin’s wrists, with a stern look to keep them there before he tugs on Hyunjin’s shirt and looks up at him. Hyunjin nods and Minghao starts to unbutton the leather shirt, yanking it out of where it was tucked into his pants and leading Hyunjin to sit up and let his wrists fall down for a moment so he can push it off Hyunjin’s shoulders. 

Minghao lightly runs his nails along Hyunjin’s waist, a trail of goosebumps following in the wake of Minghao’s fingers. He reaches the top of Hyunjin’s waistband, running his fingers along until he reaches the button. He hesitates and Hyunjin whines and bucks his hips up, making Minghao chuckle and make quick work of undoing the button and zipper, pulling the pants down Hyunjin’s lanky legs, and Hyunjin kicks them off to the side. 

“I want sunbae naked too,” Hyunjin pouts and his fingers twitch, wanting desperately to be able to touch Minghao already.

The corners of Minghao’s lips lift up and he sits up more to start undoing the elaborate hooks in the back of his corset top, letting it fall off his shoulders. The sheer turtleneck he had on is really sheer, Hyunjin notes, his eyes raking down the gentle curve of Minghao’s waist. Minghao then pulls off that top too, leaving him shirtless but keeping on the layered necklaces he had on. He leaves his pants on for now, leaning back down to take Hyunjin’s nipple into his mouth.

Hyunjin moans and arches his back up, sucking in a sharp breath when Minghao gently bites down on the bud before soothing it with his tongue. 

“You can touch sunbae now,” Minghao whispers, hand trailing down to grope Hyunjin through his boxers. 

Hyunjin lets his hands fall to his side, before reaching up to run his fingers through MInghao’s hair. Minghao reaches into Hyunjin’s boxers and pulls out his cock, flushed red and steadily dripping precum.

“Aigoo,” Minghao coos, “Already so wet for your sunbae? I’ve barely touched you, babe.”

Hyunjin whines in embarrassment, turning his head to the side and squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, sunbae.”

Minghao hums and firmly grasps Hyunjin’s chin, turning his head and leaning in, forcing Hyunjin to make eye contact with him. “Please what?”

Hyunjin pants, letting his mouth fall open. “Fuck me. Please.”

Minghao smiles coyly, leaning back and reaching over to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. “Well since you asked so nicely.”

Minghao sets the bottle of lube on the covers next to Hyunjin’s hip, pulling down Hyunjin’s boxers, leaving Hyunjin completely exposed. Hyunjin’s legs fall open and Minghao uncaps the bottle of lube, coating his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up.

Hyunjin breathes in, leaning his head back as he feels the tip of Minghao’s finger circle around his hole. Minghao presses his finger in and Hyunjin squirms. It’s been a while since he’s fingered himself and even longer since he’s been with someone else. Minghao slowly pumps his finger in and out before adding a second. Hyunjin breathes through the familiar sting and stretch of being opened up.

Minghao is slow with his movement, like he’s deliberately trying to torture Hyunjin as much as possible. Hyunjin struggles to stay still, hips wiggling and his own hands running up and down Minghao’s back, trying to find something to ground him. 

“Please, put in a third,” Hyunjin says and Minghao slides in a third finger, curling them up against Hyunjin’s prostate.

Hyunjin gasps out and squirms more, Minghao’s free hand coming up to Hyunjin’s hips, pinning him down against the bed. Minghao stills his fingers and Hyunjin tries to grind down onto them. Minghao grips his hip harder and Hyunjin can already feel the bruises forming there. 

“Stay still.” Minghao waits until Hyunjin stops squirming before moving his fingers again. He continues for a few more moments, Hyunjin trying his best to stay still but not quietly. He distantly realizes he’s starting to babble nonsense, wanting Minghao to get on with it and fuck him already.

Minghao sits back and slides his fingers out, Hyunjin whimpering at the emptiness. He rolls his head to the side, watching as Minghao unbuttons and slides down his pants and boxers in one go, dick springing up against his stomach. He reaches for the box of condoms, ripping it open and pulling out a packet, making quick work of opening it and rolling it onto his dick. He climbs back onto the bed, and lightly taps Hyunjin’s thigh.

“Turn over, on your knees.”

Hyunjin complies, shakily flipping over and bringing his knees up. Too weak to keep his arms up, he folds them and rests his head down on them, spreading his legs more.

“Mm, good boy,” Minghao says, stroking Hyunjin’s hip as he lines himself up at Hyunjin’s entrance.

He grips Hyunjin’s hips, holding him steady as he slowly sinks in. Hyunjin moans, the pain of the stretch quickly dissolving into pleasure. Minghao moans above him, pushing in until his hips are flush with Hyunjin’s ass. 

Minghao lets out a shaky breath and Hyunjin pleads, “Sunbae.”

“Give me a moment,” Minghao breathes and Hyunjin smiles into the sheets, glad to see Minghao’s composure crack.

A moment later Minghao is pulling back, before sliding back in and Hyunjin rocks with the motion of it. Minghao quickly finds a steady pace and Hyunjin lets out little high pitched ‘ah’ sounds every time Minghao pushes in. 

Minghao leans over Hyunjin’s back pressing an open mouthed kiss into his shoulder blades. Hyunjin reaches down to grasp a hand around his neglected cock but Minghao quickly bats his hand away. 

“You’re going to come on my dick only, got it?” Minghao whispers into his ears and Hyunjin shudders, nodding. “Color, Hyunjin-ah.”

“Green,” Hyunjin says, broken off by a moan as Minghao adjusts his hips, hitting Hyunjin’s prostate straight on.

Minghao’s thrusts start getting more erratic, his breathing getting louder. Hyunjin feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, that familiar tight pull in his stomach getting stronger. 

“Ah, sunbae. I-I’m close,” Hyunjin feels his dick twitch, his hips bucking against nothing.

Minghao picks up the pace and strokes Hyunjin’s waist, “Come for me.”

Like the permission is all he needed, Hyunjin’s orgasm rips through him, his cum painting the sheets below him.

Minghao fucks him through it, to the point of oversensitivity until Hyunjin feels Minghao’s hips stutter, panting as Minghao rides out his own orgasm. He slips out, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash can beside the bed. Hyunjin’s legs give out, and he flops down onto the bed, turning his head to look over at Minghao. Minghao lays down, and reaches out to brush Hyunjin’s hair out of his face and wipe a stray tear from his cheek.

“You alright?” Minghao asks, voice soft after orgasming, the dominant behavior fading away.

Hyunjin nods, “More than alright.”

Minghao smiles and gets up to go to the bathroom. Hyunjin stares up at the ceiling, still catching his breath when he feels a cold washcloth on his stomach. Minghao gently cleans him off and tosses the towel in the hamper by the door before coming back over. 

“I have schedule early tomorrow,” Minghao says as he bends down to grab his clothes from the floor. Hyunjin sits up and watches him, too fucked out to get up yet.

Minghao picks up Hyunjin’s clothes after he’s redressed and shakes them out, folding them and setting them next to Hyunjin’s hip. He rests his hand on Hyunjin’s calf, gently squeezing.

“Good?” he asks and smiles.

Hyunjin nods and starts putting his clothes back on.

Minghao stands up and waits for him to dress. Hyunjin finishes and stands up next to him, glancing over at Minghao. Minghao is fiddling with his phone and looks up, “I’m gonna call a taxi to get home, are you alright to get back by yourself? I’m not sure where your dorm is.”

Hyunjin nods, “It’s not too far from here, I’ll be alright.”

Minghao hums and makes his way out of the hotel room, Hyunjin trailing behind him. There’s already a car outside and Minghao turns towards him, “Text me that you get home safe, okay?” before giving him a little wave and climbing into the backseat and the car drives off.

Hyunjin takes a deep breath and pulls out his phone to order a taxi. He sends a quick text to Jisung to let him know he’s on his way back and shoves his phone back in his pocket. 

Mingyu flips over the meat again, poking it with the tongs before he looks up at Minghao with an impish look on his face.

Minghao huffs, “What?”

“Did you have fun last night?” Mingyu grins, leaning over to place some meat in Minghao’s bowl. “Didn’t you go to that one club in Itaewon?”

Minghao mumbles a thank you and stuffs a piece of meat in his mouth. He chews thoroughly before answering Mingyu, “Yeah I did.”

Mingyu looks at him expectantly and raises an eyebrow, “And?”

“And I did hookup with someone,” Minghao rolls his eyes. 

It’s not like Mingyu couldn’t figure it out. When he got home last night it was close to 1 am and Mingyu was sitting on their couch instead of sleeping away in his own dorm. He took one look at Minghao and laughed before entering Minghao’s room and making himself comfortable in his bed. Minghao had changed and passed out next to him, knowing they had practice early in the morning. 

“Ooh! Who was it?” Mingyu giggles before taking a bite.

Minghao’s ears burn and he takes a sip of his tea before answering, “Hyunjin. From Stray Kids.”

Mingyu chokes and Minghao startles, reaching over to pat his back and hands Mingyu his water glass. Mingyu coughs before taking a sip and waving Minghao off, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Minghao sits back and quirks an eyebrow, “You know him?”

Mingyu clears his throat and picks up the tongs again, adding a piece of zucchini to the grill. “Hyunjin? Er, sorta, I guess. Met him at Inkigayo.”

Minghao nodded, letting the silence fall between them as he took another bite of his food. Why was Mingyu being weird about this? Him and Mingyu weren’t exclusive and hadn’t even hooked up in ages. It’s not like anything had changed lately, Minghao is pretty sure Mingyu slept with someone the other week. Maybe it was someone who knew Hyunjin? Another member of Stray Kids? Minghao crinkles his nose at the thought, who else in Stray Kids would Mingyu hook up with? 

Minghao’s thoughts are interrupted as Mingyu brings up something that happened during practice today and the awkwardness fades away as the conversation shifts.

-

unknown: ㅠㅠ i just realized i never texted you when i got home. i passed out as soon as i got in bed

unknown: oh! this is hyunjin btw! (✿◠‿◠)

Minghao heart reacts the messages and saves Hyunjin’s contact to his phone. He had been a little concerned, but figured Hyunjin forgot and that if something happened he would have heard about it. 

His thumb hovers over the keyboard as he debates what to say back. They finished up the photoshoot they had today, leaving them with an evening off at home. 

minghao: it’s okay, no worries. are you free tonight?

He could probably just bring Hyunjin over to the dorm. Seungcheol was on the 8th floor with Jeonghan anyway and Joshua was shut off in his room. Minghao didn’t really feel like going out and getting another love hotel.

His phone buzzes with a reply.

hyunjin: yes!! got back from practice a few mins ago

hyunjin: what did you have in mind? 

minghao: come over?

Minghao attaches the dorm address and types out the instructions so Hyunjin can get into the building. 

hyunjin: be over in 20!! ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

Minghao meets Hyunjin at the door and invites him inside. Hyunjin’s hair is slightly damp, face scrubbed clean, and wearing flared yoga pants and an oversized hoodie. It’s cute, Minghao thinks and Hyunjin kicks off his shoes, drops his bag, and smiles up at him.

He looks around curiously, “How many members live here?”

Minghao starts walking towards his room prompting Hyunjin to follow him. “S.Coups hyung, Joshua hyung, and me. Mingyu and Wonwoo hyung used to share that room,” he points to the empty room next to his as they walk by. “But a while ago they got their own apartment so they could have separate rooms. It’s around the block. The other members live below and above this floor.”

They enter Minghao’s room and he interrupts Hyunjin looking around by grabbing his waist and pulling him into a kiss. 

Hyunjin quickly gets the memo, looping his arms around Minghao’s neck and kissing back languidly. 

Minghao leads them over to the bed and sits down, urging Hyunjin to straddle his lap, but before he can pull him down Hyunjin sinks to his knees between Minghao’s spread thighs.

“Sunbae, can I suck you off?” Hyunjin peers up through his eyelashes, leaning forward to rest his cheek against Minghao’s knee. It’s endearingly cute, contrasting from what he’s asking to do.

Minghao nods, reaching forward to brush the hair out of Hyunjin’s eyes and Hyunjin grins up at him. He makes quick work of pulling down Minghao’s zipper and freeing his already half hard cock from his underwear. 

Hyunjin wastes no time leaning in and taking Minghao into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and Minghao moans, hands making their way into Hyunjin’s hair. He tugs lightly, directing Hyunjin’s head up and down.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” Minghao asks and Hyunjin looks up at him, nodding as best as he can with Minghao’s dick in his mouth.

Hyunjin settles back on his knees and lets his jaw go slack, peering up at Minghao. Minghao groups his hair tighter, slowly starting to thrust in and out of Hyunjin’s mouth. Fuck, Hyunjin’s mouth is so warm and wet, and he’s trying his best not to buck too hard into it. He loses control for a second and Hyunjin gags and Minghao quickly tries to pull out but Hyunjin reaches out and grabs Minghao’s hips, keeping him in place.

“Fuck, Hyunjin,” Minghao murmurs and continues thrusting, feeling himself get close.

He notices Hyunjin grinding the heel of his hand into his pants and he speaks up, “Take your cock out, but you can’t come before me. Got it?”

Hyunjin looks up at him with teary eyes and nods, frantically pulling down his pants and underwear, moaning when he gets a proper hand around himself.

Minghao knows he won’t last much longer, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic. “Ah, Hyunjin,” is all he gets out before he’s spilling into Hyunjin’s mouth. Hyunjin happily swallows it all down before pulling off and panting, frantically pumping his own hand, his orgasm following shortly after.

Hyunjin sits back and leans forward to rest his forehead on the edge of the bed. Minghao smiles and once again brushes his hair out of his face, sweatier this time.

“You good?” Minghao asks.

Hyunjin turns and smiles at him, “Yeah.” He leans back and looks down at his now stained pants and the mess he made on the floor and winces, “Um, where’s your bathroom?”

Minghao giggles and tucks himself back in his pants before he gets up to find a pair of sweats to let Hyunjin borrow. He tosses them to him before saying, “Straight across the hall.”

Hyunjin gets up on shaky legs and grins, hugging the sweats close to his chest as he quickly heads out the door and into the bathroom. 

Minghao cleans up the mess on the floor and opens his bedroom door to find Hyunjin.

Hyunjin is standing there, face washed and sweats on, looking frazzled as he looks right at Joshua. 

Joshua turns around and looks at Minghao, smiling in a catlike way that is eerily similar to Jeonghan. “Hey Minghao, didn’t know you had someone over.”

Minghao nods and goes to stand next to Hyunjin, whose face is bright red and is looking like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

“Er, yeah,” Minghao says, not wanting to embarrass Hyunjin further and tugs on Hyunjin’s arm, leading him towards the door.

Hyunjin looks over at Minghao thankfully when they reach the doorway, bending down to slip his shoes back on. He stands up, tucking his soiled pants into his bag and clears his throat, “Um, I’ll see you?”

Minghao smiles at him and nods, “Yeah, I’ll text you.” He almost wants to lean forward and kiss him but Joshua is still lingering near the kitchen and Hyunjin already seems freaked out at being caught.

Hyunjin nods quickly and turns, opening the door and walking out. 

As soon as the door shuts behind him Minghao turns and quirks an eyebrow at Joshua. “What did you say to freak him out?”

Joshua laughs and grabs a water bottle out of the fridge, turning to look at Minghao. “Nothing, I swear. I walked out of my room as soon as he walked out of the bathroom and then you came out.”

Minghao squints at him like he doesn’t fully believe him and leans on the counter.

“I just think it’s interesting is all,” Joshua continues. He takes a sip of his water bottle and Minghao stares at him.

“Why? Something weird about Hyunjin that I don’t know about?” Minghao says, frowning.

Joshua quickly shakes his head. “Oh no, not at all,” he then laughs, “It’s just that I caught him and Mingyu in the Inkigayo bathrooms about a month ago.”

Minghao’s blood goes cold. What? Mingyu would have told him. He even told Mingyu about hooking up with Hyunjin and he didn’t say anything? 

Joshua cringes, like he’s realizing this isn’t actually a funny situation. “You didn’t know?”

“No.”

“Ah,” Joshua fidgets with the label around his water bottle, “That seems like something you guys would share with each other since you’re both…” He trails off, like he’s not quite sure what word to use to describe Minghao and Mingyu’s relationship. Minghao isn’t sure either.

Minghao purses his lips and nods curtly, “Yeah, seems like it.” 

Joshua glances at him worriedly before clearing his throat, “Well. Um, I’m gonna go back to my room. Night, Minghao.”

“Goodnight,” Minghao murmurs.

-

“Alright guys, let’s take a quick break then we can run it through a few more times before heading out for the night,” their choreographer says, going over to stop the music.

Minghao slumps, heading over to the side of the room to fish his water bottle out of his bag. He plops down, unscrewing the cap and quickly downing about half the water bottle. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone reaching for it and turns to see Mingyu. He quickly snatches the bottle out of the way and glares at Mingyu.

Mingyu’s eyebrows shoot up and he pauses with his hand still midair, “Woah? Did I do something?”

Minghao simply glares back and doesn’t answer, lifting the water bottle to his lips to finish it off. He turns away and catches Joshua’s eye across the room, who quickly averts his gaze to whisper something in Jeonghan’s ear. 

Mingyu huffs next to him and Minghao rolls his eyes, not wanting to deal with Mingyu’s pouting right now. He’s a smart boy, he should be able to figure out why Minghao is mad at him.

Their choreographer calls for their attention and they all get back up to run through the dance again. 

Finally, they’re done and the members are gathering in the middle to do rock paper scissors to see who has to stay late and clean up the practice room.

And just his luck, Minghao loses with Mingyu.

The rest of the boys bid them goodbye, and Minghao pointedly ignores Joshua’s knowing gaze, going over to grab the broom.

As soon as the last staff member files out, Mingyu turns to Minghao.

“So what’s your problem?” he asks, walking over to Minghao.

Minghao grits his teeth and continues sweeping. “I don’t have one.”

Mingyu reaches forward and grabs the broom out of Minghao’s hands, making Minghao stumble. He glares up at him and tries to reach back for the broom but Mingyu yanks it out of the way.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Mingyu says, raising an eyebrow.

Minghao purses his lips and reaches for the broom again but Mingyu is just as stubborn as Minghao and lifts it above his head.

Minghao huffs and turns his gaze to Mingyu. “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Hyunjin?”

Mingyu’s face drops and the broom clatters to the floor. Minghao startles at the sound of it but doesn’t break eye contact with Mingyu. Mingyu’s ears have turned bright red and Minghao quirks an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response. 

“What?” Mingyu gets out.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Joshua told me he caught you guys in Inkigayo. I told you about me hooking up with Hyunjin and you just didn’t think to say anything to me? Don’t you think that’s a bit weird Mingyu?” Minghao crosses his arms.

Mingyu glares at him and crosses his own arms, “Who said I have to tell you? It’s not like we’re dating, Minghao.”

Minghao flinches before neutralizing his expression and looking down at the broom on the floor. “Whatever, Mingyu.”

He bends down to pick up the broom, but Mingyu follows him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back up. Minghao feels his face flush in anger and he pushes Mingyu, backing him up against the mirror. He takes his arm that Mingyu is still gripping onto and pins Mingyu’s arm up above his head.

“Do you really want to do this?” Minghao asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Mingyu.

He feels Mingyu’s grip loosen, but he keeps the arm up. He glances down, not shocked to see Mingyu already half hard through his loose sweatpants that hide nothing. 

Minghao scoffs, bringing his thigh between Mingyu’s legs to push upwards, causing Mingyu to moan and buck his hips down.

He reaches up and places his hands on either side of Mingyu’s face, yanking him to press a bruising kiss to his lips. Mingyu responds enthusiastically, bending down to deepen the kiss. 

Minghao yanks back, pulling Mingyu to his knees in front of him. Mingyu looks back up at him, face flush and his lips parted sensually. Minghao hesitates, wanting to make sure Mingyu is on the same page as him, but then Mingyu grins and tugs at Minghao’s belt loops.

“Are you sure?” Minghao asks.

Mingyu unzips Minghao’s pants and nods, “Mm, let me make it up to you.” He pulls out Minghao’s dick and strokes it a few times.

Minghao scoffs and buries his hands in Mingyu’s hair, “You better be fast, you don’t want to be caught like this do you?”

Mingyu whines and leans forward, taking Minghao in his mouth. Fuck, there’s just something about Mingyu that’s different. Hyunjin is really good in bed but Mingyu just… he knows him better. Knows exactly where to apply pressure and knows where Minghao is the most sensitive and is able to quickly bring Minghao to the edge.

He isn’t able to warn Mingyu before he’s spilling into his mouth, but Mingyu has done this enough times that he barely reacts and takes it all, continuing to suck Minghao until he’s hissing from oversensitivity and pushing Mingyu back. 

Mingyu sits back on his knees and wipes the drool off his chin. Minghao looks away as he zips his jeans back up and goes over to pick up the broom and begins to sweep.

He sweeps for a moment before looking over at Mingyu, “I didn’t say I’d reciprocate, did I? Wipe the mirror down, I want to go home.”

Mingyu stares at him dumbfounded, getting up and readjusting himself in his sweats. He opens his mouth like he wants to retort but Minghao ignores him, turning away to finally sweep the rest of the room. Mingyu must finally admit defeat because a moment later Minghao hears the spray of the glass cleaner.

hyunjin: sunbaeee

hyunjin: are you busy?

Hyunjin bites at a loose hangnail as he waits for Minghao to reply. It’s mid afternoon and they had to do some recording earlier today but now they have the rest of the day free. He’s not sure what Seventeen is up to, but hopefully Minghao is free.

His phone finally buzzes with a reply and Hyunjin’s head snaps down to it.

minghao: no i’m not

hyunjin: do you want to come over to my place? i’ve turned our balcony into an art studio, we could paint and drink if you want ~(˘▾˘~)

minghao: sure :) text me how to get there

Hyunjin smiles and quickly replies, before heading out to the living room to wait for the door. He was hesitant in asking Minghao to do this, since so far they’ve barely talked and just hooked up, but hopefully this could be a nice way to get to know him better. Especially since it wasn’t just a one night stand, Hyunjin thinks it might be awkward to keep hooking up without knowing much about the other.

Changbin is in the kitchen, shirtless, putting ingredients into a blender and Hyunjin crinkles his nose at him. “What is all of that?”

Changbin looks up and smiles, “I’m about to go to the gym, it’s a power smoothie.” He switches the blender on and Hyunjin shudders as the mixture turns a pinkish gray. 

Hyunjin sits down at the kitchen table, continuously checking his phone. He jumps when he feels an arm wrap around his shoulders. He looks up into Jisung’s grinning face and Hyunjin shakes him off.

“Gross,” he says, ignoring the way Jisung pouts at him. He looks down at his phone again, still no notifications.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Jisung asks, leaning in to try and look at his phone. Hyunjin pushes him away again.

“Yes I am, you better not be weird to him.” 

“Ooh~!” Changbin calls from the kitchen, “Who is it?”

Jisung perks up, “Is it who you hooked up with at the club last week?”

Chan enters from the living room and sits down at the table with Hyunjin and Jisung. “You hooked up with someone? And they’re coming here?”

Hyunjin buries his head in his arms on the table and groans, “Yes, I did. It’s another idol. It’s Minghao.”

Chan makes a noise of surprise, “From Seventeen?”

Hyunjin nods his head without lifting it up.

“He’s cute! Minho hyung is friends with Seungkwan, he could get you the inside gossip,” Jisung says, poking Hyunjin in the side.

The doorbell rings and Hyunjin’s head shoots up but Changbin beats him to the door, flinging it open. Jisung scrambles up from the table to stand next to Changbin, leaning his arm on Changbin’s shoulder.

A startled Minghao looks at the two of them and tilts his head, “Is Hyunjin here?”

“Oh Hyunjinnie! Your date is here!” Jisung calls, laughing.

Hyunjin quickly hurries over and pushes them to the side, grabbing Minghao’s upper arm to pull him into the dorm. “I’m going to kill you guys later.”

He gives Minghao a sheepish look but Minghao is giggling, and Hyunjin gives him a hesitant smile back, feeling his own ears burning in embarrassment. 

He’s almost at his door before Jisung yells out, “Use condoms!”

“Fuck you!” Hyunjin yells back before pulling Minghao into the room and closing the door behind them, leaning up against the back of the door.

Minghao is giggling louder now and sets his bag down on the floor. “Fun roommates.”

Hyunjin sighs and drops his shoulders, “I wanted to live in the other dorm.”

Minghao starts looking around the room, taking in everything Hyunjin had set up. He had gotten the biggest room when they moved into new dorms, and the room had a door that led out into the balcony. He has the door propped open now, exposing his art studio. He set up two easels, squeezing them together best he could. He also has a bottle of wine and two glasses placed on a small table. Minghao walks out there, standing in the entrance and Hyunjin trails behind him.

“This is my balcony turned art studio, just ignore the workout equipment in the corner,” Hyunjin says, waving his hand around.

“It’s cute,” Minghao says.

Hyunjin grins at him and goes forward to light the few candles he had scattered throughout. “You can choose whichever easel you want, I didn’t plan any certain thing for us to paint. Just figured we could paint whatever came to mind.”

Minghao sits down at a stool and starts sorting through the paints next to him. Hyunjin pops open the bottle of wine and looks up at Minghao. “Do you want wine?”

Minghao makes a noise of agreement, nodding as he starts squeezing out paint tubes onto the palette. 

Hyunjin pours two glasses and hands one over to Minghao before settling down at his own easel. He had some photos saved on his phone of some landscapes he wanted to try painting, and he starts scrolling through them to choose. He glances over and Minghao already has paint on half of his canvas, a vivid red streaked across it. Hyunjin is usually more careful with his painting, needing to have a solid plan and some resemblance of a sketch before he can really dive in. 

They paint in silence for a bit and Hyunjin can’t help but keep nursing his glass of wine. He wants to start a conversation with Minghao but truthfully the elder still intimidates him a bit, which is silly considering they have already had sex twice. But Hyunjin does want to get to know him more? They have really good sex and they seem to have similar interests, so maybe it could go somewhere? He’s not even sure if Minghao wants to date right now, but he came over didn’t he? 

Hyunjin finishes his glass of wine, feeling just on the edge of tipsy and reaches over for the bottle to refill it. “Do you paint a lot?” Hyunjin asks, topping off his glass and setting the bottle back down.

Minghao glances over before resuming his focus on his painting. “I haven’t in a while. I keep a sketchbook but I don’t have a well ventilated area to paint like this.”

Hyunjin sips his wine, already feeling the effects of it warming his insides and soothing his nerves before he sets it back down, picking up his paintbrush again. “I try to do it whenever I can, I usually bring a set of travel paints with me even if we go abroad.”

Minghao hums in response and Hyunjin hesitates, expecting Minghao to say more or ask him a question. But nothing comes and Hyunjin frowns, turning fully to his painting. He’s barely gotten anything done, only just completing the rough sketch with paint.

They continue painting, the only sounds being the distant cars below and the scratches of the paintbrushes against their canvases. 

Time passes quickly, the sun setting behind them and the automatic fairy lights Hyunjin has strung around the balcony flickering to life. Hyunjin blinks at the change of light, so absorbed in painting he barely realized it was getting late. His painting is nearly finished, it just needs some time to dry a bit so he can add some finishing highlights without them getting muddled in the wet paint. 

He feels a pair of hands wrap around his waist and turns his head to the side to see Minghao looking over his shoulder at his painting. 

“That’s really beautiful Hyunjin,” Minghao says, eyes crinkling up into a smile.

Hyunjin grins at him before turning back to look at his painting again. “Thank you! I referenced a photo I took when we were doing an outside photoshoot last week. I’m trying to get better at landscapes.” He turns his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of Minghao’s painting, “What did you paint?”

Minghao leans back and turns towards his own painting. Hyunjin is taken aback, the canvas is covered in bold strikes of red and black, with hints of ultramarine blue peeking through. It gives the blue almost a luminescent effect, like it’s glowing and trying to break through the cracks of the heavy, angry red and black. 

“Wow. It’s beautiful. Does it have any sort of specific meaning?” Hyunjin asks.

Minghao tilts his head to the side slightly, continuing to peer at his painting. “Not particularly. I usually don’t have a plan when I start painting, I usually just go with the flow and see what happens. I like using art as a form of self expression, like for feelings you can’t make into words.”

Hyunjin nods, staring at the painting once again. He can’t help but wonder what Minghao could be feeling right now, to Hyunjin the painting looks angry but with an undertone of… sadness? Hope? Lurking underneath it. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels Minghao’s hand come up to rest on the side of his neck. The pressure firm and Hyunjin can’t help but slump under it, looking up at Minghao through his eyelashes. The grip tightens and Minghao grins, though it doesn’t really meet his eyes.

“Do you wanna go inside? It’s getting cold out here,” Minghao says, glancing over the balcony at the now dark sky.

Hyunjin nods and stands up, Minghao’s hand falling to his side. “Yeah, lemme clean up out here, you can wait inside if you want.”

Minghao makes his way inside and closes the door behind him, leaving Hyunjin alone on the balcony. He takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair. That was… interesting? Hyunjin doesn’t feel like he knows Minghao well enough to really say he seems off but, he seems off. Like something is bothering him. Or maybe something happened. He’s not sure and he’s also not sure if he should even bother trying to ask Minghao about it. So far Minghao has been really reserved around him and Hyunjin doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Hyunjin has always been really open with his feelings, he’s always been sensitive and quick to cry and let others know what he’s feeling, but he knows not everyone is like that. Minghao seems like he keeps things bottled up. Hyunjin sighs, pouring the remaining amount of the wine into his glass and quickly downing it before getting to work on cleaning up the studio and blowing out the candles.

He finally makes his way inside and finds Minghao sitting on his bed, back up against the wall. He locks his phone and sets it down when Hyunjin comes in, smiling gently up at him as Hyunjin joins him.

There’s a moment of tension and Hyunjin opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by Minghao leaning forward and kissing him, bringing a hand up to Hyunjin’s cheek to tilt his head and further deepen the kiss. Hyunjin makes a small squeak in surprise and Minghao pulls back and looks at him.

“Is this okay?” Minghao murmurs quietly.

Hyunjin nods, leaning back in and quickly capturing Minghao’s lips again. Minghao lets out a pleased noise and gently leads Hyunjin to lay back on the bed before he climbs over him.

They make out lazily for a bit, Minghao’s hips starting to slowly grind against Hyunjin’s hips. Minghao breaks the kiss and starts kissing down Hyunjin’s neck, nipping lightly as he grinds down harder against him.

“Ah,” Hyunjin breathes out and Minghao brings a hand up to his mouth. His thumb pulls at Hyunjin’s lips and Minghao leans back to look him in the eyes.

“You don't want your roommates to hear, do you?” Minghao asks, a stern look in his eye.

Hyunjin frowns and shakes his head, he would rather die than give Jisung blackmail material to use against him. Minghao smirks and pushes down on Hyunjin’s lip and Hyunjin lets his mouth fall open as Minghao slips two fingers inside. The pressure of them is firm against Hyunjin’s mouth and Hyunjin sucks softly on them, enjoying the way Minghao responds by letting out a soft groan of his own and tightening his grip on Hyunjin’s waist.

It moves quickly from there, Minghao digging in Hyunjin’s nightstand drawer to find the bottle of lube and the roll of condoms he keeps stashed in there. Minghao opens him up with the hand that’s not still in Hyunjin’s mouth and Hyunjin’s hands come up to grab at Minghao’s wrist, moaning against his fingers as Minghao relentlessly hits his prostate over and over again.

Finally deeming Hyunjin ready, Minghao pulls his fingers out of Hyunjin’s mouth and Hyunjin pouts up at him. Minghao huffs out a laugh as he rolls a condom onto himself and lines up at Hyunjin’s entrance. He pushes in slowly and Hyunjin lets out a deep breath as he lets himself get used to the feeling. Minghao looks at him and Hyunjin nods, squirming to try and get Minghao to move already. 

Minghao gets the message and starts slowly thrusting in and out of Hyunjin. It’s too much and simultaneously not enough as Hyunjin feels his neglected dick twitch and steadily drip precum onto his stomach. Minghao starts moving faster and Hyunjin feels tears prickle at the corner of his eyes as he lets out pants with each thrust.

“So, when were you going to tell me?” Minghao asks and Hyunjin startles at the question, looking at Minghao confusedly.

“Wha-?” Hyunjin gasps out, cut off by a particularly hard thrust from Minghao. 

“About you and Mingyu,” Minghao says, gaze dark as he meets Hyunjin’s eyes.

Hyunjin gasps and Minghao’s eyes harden as his hands come down to Hyunjin’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. He quirks an eyebrow at Hyunjin, waiting for an answer. 

“I- I didn’t think it mattered?” Hyunjin says meekly, starting to become too fucked out to answer coherently. Why is Minghao asking him this during sex? Hyunjin’s lucky if he gets through sex without crying, he’s not exactly the best person to have a serious conversation during it. 

Minghao laughs again, this one bitter and he averts his gaze, focusing now on fucking Hyunjin harder and Hyunjin feels the tears in his eyes finally topple over, running down his temples and soaking his hair and the pillow below him. He can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching and Minghao thrusts a few more times before Hyunjin is coming untouched, spilling all over his stomach.

Minghao keeps going, his pace becoming more sloppy as he chases his own orgasm. Tears continue spilling out of Hyunjin’s eyes at the overstimulation, but it’s nothing Hyunjin can’t handle. Minghao finally comes, and drops to his elbows above Hyunjin, panting.

They stay like that for a moment, both of them breathing heavily before Minghao finally pulls out and Hyunjin lets out a quiet hiss at the feeling. Minghao throws away the condom and reaches for the tissue box on the nightstand, gently wiping the cum off Hyunjin’s stomach.

Hyunjin grabs his wrist and stops him. “No it’s okay I can do it.” he says quietly but Minghao shakes his head. 

“Was I too rough with you?” Minghao asks, timidly meeting his gaze.

Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head. “Oh no, not at all.” 

Minghao lets out a sigh and finishes cleaning Hyunjin off. 

“I would tell you if I was uncomfortable,” Hyunjin says.

Minghao nods wordlessly and sits up, legs over the edge of the bed. Hyunjin folds his legs under him, staring up at Minghao’s profile.

“Are you upset with me?” Hyunjin asks and Minghao looks over at him quizzically. “About Mingyu,” Hyunjin clarifies.

Minghao sighs again and shakes his head. “No, I’m not. There’s no reason you would have told me. I’m sorry about that.”

Hyunjin frowns as Minghao looks away, staring down at the floor. “You don’t need to apologize. Is there… Is there something between you and Mingyu?”

This time Minghao frowns, shaking his head. “No.”

Hyunjin waits, like he’s expecting Minghao to elaborate but he stays silent and Hyunjin doesn’t want to push. 

Hyunjin finally gets up and starts digging through his dresser drawer, looking for pajamas to slip into. “Do you want clothes? You can shower here if you want, stay over? Or go home. It’s up to you,” he finishes with a shrug holding his pile of clothes to his chest as he turns to look at Minghao again.

Minghao is picking his clothes up off the floor, pulling his shirt over his head. “No, it’s okay. Thank you. I should probably head back to my dorm.”

“Okay,” Hyunjin says softly and starts putting on his sweatpants, “I can walk you out in a second.”

“No need, it’s okay,” Minghao stands up, now fully dressed and makes his way to Hyunjin’s door. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” And with that, he opens the door and closes it behind him.

Hyunjin stands there dumbly, hoodie clutched in his hand as he stares at the closed door. What just happened?

-

Hyunjin adjusts his mic pack before following Moonbin out of the dressing room. Hyunjin was a bit nervous to come back to Inkigayo, especially since he hadn’t been here since he first made out with Mingyu in the bathroom. And since Minghao told him he knows about it, which means Mingyu might know about him and Minghao. But Hyunjin is really excited for this performance, one they had been working on for weeks and he couldn’t wait to perform it. Besides, he can deal with Mingyu in a professional setting, it’ll be fine. It’s not the first time Hyunjin had to deal with someone he was awkward around (see: pre-debut Hyunjin and Jisung). 

He’s listening to Moonbin telling a story and looking down at his shoes when he suddenly bumps into someone and stumbles.

“Woah,” Moonbin says, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s arm and helping him from tumbling onto his face.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” Hyunjin says and looks up to see who he bumped into so he can apologize.

He brushes his hair out of his eye and looks up to see Mingyu.

Of course.

MIngyu’s ears are bright red and Hyunjin feels his own cheeks heating up. “Sorry. Um, sunbaenim,” Hyunjin says, avoiding eye contact.

Mingyu clears his throat and straightens up and Hyunjin meets his eye again. “No, no it’s okay, don't worry about it. Er, see you out there?” 

Hyunjin simply nods dumbly and Mingyu quickly scrambles out of the way and down the hallway in the opposite direction.

Hyunjin starts walking but is stopped by Moonbin grabbing his arm again and he turns to look at him.

Moonbin raises an eyebrow, “What was that?”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin lies.

Moonbin huffs out a laugh, “That was so awkward. Did something happen between you two?”

Hyunjin sighs and looks around the hallway to see who’s around before deciding to tell him. “Well, last time I was here I kinda… made out with Mingyu in the bathrooms and was caught by Joshua.”

Moonbin laughs again, “I mean that’s a little awkward, but it was just a hookup right?”

Hyunjin frowns and purses his lips, “Not exactly.”

Moonbin raises his eyebrows and Hyunjin dives into the story of him meeting Minghao, seeing him at the club, the love hotel, going over to their dorm and seeing Joshua again, and how Minghao had asked him why he didn’t tell him about making out with Mingyu and then left suddenly and the whole thing is just weird.

When Hyunjin finishes the story they reach the waiting area behind the stage and Moonbin hums.

“What?” Hyunjin asks, looking nervously at Moonbin.

“Minghao is Eunwoo’s ex,” Moonbin says.

“Wait, what?!” Hyunjin exclaims, turning the heads of a few stylists and smiling sheepishly at him before lowering his voice and looking up at Moonbin again. “When?”

“During the summer? It ended maybe two months ago, I’m not too sure the exact dates-” Moonbin starts but they’re cut off by a voice in their in-ears telling them it’s time for the performance.

Hyunjin frowns, wanting to know more but quickly shifts into performing mode, stepping out onto the stage and letting thoughts on Minghao fade into the background.

-

After the performance ends and the show wraps up, everyone is loud and happy in the dressing room, congratulating each other as they dress back into their street clothes. 

Hyunjin’s manager comes into the dressing room and Hyunjin pops up, ready to go home. At the look on his manager’s face he stops and grimaces.

“What is it?” Hyunjin asks, dropping his bag from his shoulder.

The manager sighs and pinches his nose bridge, “The car broke down. I already have someone on the way to come fix it but it might be around an hour or so until I can take you home.”

Hyunjin frowns, but tries not to seem too disappointed because it’s not that big of a deal but he’s exhausted and wants nothing more than to shower and change into sweats and do nothing for the rest of the night. 

He feels a hand clap down on his shoulder and he looks up at Moonbin.

“You can catch a ride with us if you want! Eunwoo came to pick me up since we were gonna grab dinner tonight and your dorms are close to here aren’t they?” Moonbin says, smiling down at him.

Hyunjin smiles back and looks over at his manager hopefully. His manager nods and waves him off. “I’ll be fine waiting, let me know when you’re home safe.”

“Thank you! I’ll text you,” Hyunjin grins and picks his bag back up, hopping to his feet.

Moonbin and Hyunjin leave the building through the artist exit and head into the nearby parking garage where Eunwoo is leaning against a car. Hyunjin hasn’t actually met Eunwoo before but has only heard good things about him.

And that he dated Minghao. Apparently.

Moonbin explains to Eunwoo why Hyunjin is with them and Eunwoo nods, opening the door for Hyunjin and Hyunjin climbs in, quietly thanking him as Eunwoo closes the door. 

The other two climb in and Eunwoo starts the car, backing it out of the parking space. “So how did the performance go?” he asks.

“Really good!” Moonbin starts and continues telling him different details about the performance.

Hyunjin sits quietly in the back, listening to the conversation as he watches out the window.

“Mingyu is still MC right?” Eunwoo asks and Hyunjin’s head snaps up.

Catching the movement, Moonbin glances to the back and meets Hyunjin’s eye for a second before turning back to Eunwoo and nodding, “Oh yeah, I think he has a few more weeks?”

Eunwoo looks quizzically at Moonbin before quickly glancing at Hyunjin through the rearview mirror and turning his eyes back to the road. “Oh, Hyunjin, are you friends with Mingyu?”

Hyunjin feels his cheeks burn and turns back to facing the window. “Not really… I’ve seen him a bit while he’s been MC but no, I don’t know him well.”

Eunwoo only hums in response and the car goes silent as they continue driving down the freeway.

“You dated Minghao right?” Hyunjin suddenly asks and then immediately freezes up. What the fuck is he doing? 

Eunwoo simply laughs in response and looks at Moonbin again, “You spilling my love life to all your friends Binnie?”

Moonbin sheepishly looks down at his hands and mutters, “Didn’t think it was a secret.”

Eunwoo laughs again and takes a hand off the wheel to lightly punch Moonbin in the shoulder. “I’m kidding, I don’t care,” he says before meeting Hyunjin’s eyes in the mirror again. “Yeah, we dated for a few months but it didn’t really go anywhere. No harsh feelings or anything like that, I mean he’s part of the 97 line group chat and we all hung out a few weeks ago and it wasn’t weird. He’s a pretty chill guy.”

Okay. Hyunjin didn’t really know what he was expecting but none of that really surprises him. Eunwoo was pretty vague though and Hyunjin’s nosy self wants to know more but decides to keep his mouth shut and makes a vague noise in response.

“Are you friends with him?” Eunwoo asks and Hyunjin shrugs.

“Yeah, sorta. We’ve hung out a few times.” More like we’ve fucked a few times but, details.

Eunwoo doesn’t reply and Moonbin gives Hyunjin another glance before the car falls silent again.

“Actually, can you drop me off at my other member’s dorm? It’s a bit closer than mine, it’s just the street before it,” Hyunjin asks, starting to feel panicked over this whole situation and wanting to be near Felix and his brownies and the overall cleaner and nicer presence of the other dorm.

“Yeah, for sure,” Eunwoo says and taps something on his phone gps to change the route.

A few minutes later they arrive at the dorm and Eunwoo parks on the curb. Hyunjin hastily thanks him and tells Moonbin he’ll see him later before scurrying over to the dorm’s lobby.

Luckily he had gotten an extra FOB from Seungmin a while ago and he scans it before pressing the floor for their dorm. He lets himself into their dorm and is met with Felix’s head popping out of the kitchen.

“Hyunjinnie! How was the performance?” Felix smiles and brushes his hands off on his apron to come forward and hug Hyunjin.

Hyunjin hugs him back before pulling away to kick off his shoes. “It went really well. Please tell me you’re baking something delicious.”

Felix laughs and heads back over to the kitchen, Hyunjin following. “Yes! I saw some peanut butter chips at the store and I’m making peanut butter brownies.”

Hyunjin peers into the mixing bowl, taking in the smell of cocoa powder and sugar before dipping his finger in the bowl and bringing it up to his mouth to lick off.

Felix laughs and pulls the bowl away from him, “Get out of my kitchen!!”

Hyunjin grins at him and sticks his finger in his mouth, twirling around to see Seungmin in the hallway. Seungmin’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before his face goes back to neutral and he meets Hyunjin’s eyes. 

Seungmin goes to sit on the couch and Hyunjin follows him, pulling his finger out of his mouth.

“I didn’t know you were coming over?” Seungmin asks, patting the spot next to him.

Hyunjin sighs dramatically and sits down, draping himself over Seungmin’s lap. “I didn’t know either,” He throws an arm over his forehead and looks up at Seungmin. “I have so much drama to fill you all in on.”

Seungmin looks exasperatedly at him, pushing Hyunjin’s arm away and brushing his hair off his forehead. His hand stays there, gently carding through the strands as he raises an eyebrow. “What kind of drama?”

Jeongin, who was already sitting quietly in the living room during all of this speaks up, “It better not be anything gross.”

Hyunjin leans back over Seungmin’s lap, glaring upside down at Jeongin. “Gross??”

Jeongin simply stares back at him. “Aren’t you seeing someone right now?” Dammit, how does Jeongin know everything?

Seungmin’s hand stills in his hair and Hyunjin glances up at him before sitting up and turning towards Jeongin fully. “No, not technically. I’ve… hooked up with someone a few times now yes but we’re not dating.”

Felix comes in from the kitchen, setting a timer on his phone and turning towards Hyunjin. “Who is it? Fill us in. I want to know everything.”

Hyunjin runs his hands through his hair and throws another glance at Seungmin, who is now looking pointedly at the floor before he turns back to Felix and opens his mouth. He starts at the beginning, with Inkigayo and Mingyu before telling them about everything with Minghao (specific intimate details omitted of course) and talking about the weird drive home with Eunwoo.

Jeongin is the first to speak up and chuckles, “What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin groans and buries his face in his hands, “I don’t know! I thought both instances were just going to be quick hookups but it just keeps spiraling into a weirder and weirder situation.”

“Couldn’t you just… stop seeing Minghao?” Seungmin says quietly and Hyunjin turns his head to look over at him. Seungmin’s ears are red and he shrugs at him before looking away.

“Do you want to date Minghao?” Felix asks and Hyunjin sits up fully.

“I don’t know. The whole situation seems to be happening so fast that I feel like I haven’t even had time to process it,” Hyunjin sighs and looks over at Felix, who gives him a sympathetic look in return.

Felix’s timer goes off and he jumps up to grab the brownies out of the oven and Jeongin trails after him, leaving Hyunjin and Seungmin alone. 

Hyunjin nervously picks at his cuticles and glances over at Seungmin, “Do you think I’m being stupid?”

A moment passes with no response and Hyunjin faces Seungmin and frowns. Seungmin purses his lips and sighs before answering, “No, I don’t think you’re being stupid. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Hyunjin fights back a smile, a warm feeling blooming in his chest at Seungmin’s words. He knows Seungmin cares about him but hearing it so directly sometimes always takes Hyunjin by surprise.

“I know Seungmin,” Hyunjin curls up around Seungmin’s arm, laying his head on his shoulder. “I think it’ll be fine. I have it under control. It's just… a situation I’ve never been in before.

Seungmin doesn’t say anything in response but he wraps an arm around Hyunjin’s waist and Hyunjin curls up into him further. 

Besides, Hyunjin does have it under control. It’s just hooking up, right?

Despite not living all in the same dorm for years, Seventeen have always been attached at the hip. Even when they have to quarantine or do separate schedules, they all always end up calling or facetiming each other constantly.

So, it’s pretty common for all of them to gather at one dorm and watch a movie and order takeout. It was a rare night off for everyone, where no one was going to have to miss out or leave halfway through for individual schedules and they were quick to take the opportunity. 

They’re all at Minghao, Seungcheol, and Joshua’s dorm right now, piled around the living room as Seungkwan and Chan try to figure out what everyone wants to order.

Arriving last, Wonwoo walks in the door with Mingyu trailing behind him and Wonwoo immediately kicks his shoes off and joins the pile on the floor. 

Mingyu takes his time, setting his shoes aside neatly and lining up the other members shoes before finally walking over and shoving himself next to where Minghao had snagged a spot on the couch (it’s his dorm, he gets first pick at couch okay?). 

Minghao doesn’t say anything, still in a weird sort-of fight with Mingyu about Hyunjin and doesn’t want to be the first one to break. 

Mingyu saves him from having to say anything by leaning down and murmuring in his ear, “I saw Hyunjin today.” 

Minghao freezes and turns to glare at Mingyu who is leaning back and smirking at him. He hears Joshua try to hide a laugh next to him and promptly chooses to ignore him. 

Mingyu raises his eyebrows, daring Minghao to respond but Minghao simply rolls his eyes at him and turns to tell Seungkwan what he wants from the restaurant.

Mingyu doesn’t say anything else and Minghao keeps his attention on the rest of the group as they bicker over which movie to watch before finally settling in on some movie Minghao has never heard of.

Dinner arrives and they start the movie as they settle into eating and making silly commentary as the movie goes on. Minghao forgets what Mingyu said as he settles into the happy atmosphere his members create.

Until he feels Mingyu’s hand sneaking up his thigh. Minghao turns to glare at him but Mingyu stays staring ahead at the TV screen. Minghao huffs, crossing his arms and looking back towards the front.

His hand continues to hitch higher until reaching the top of Minghao’s thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Minghao grits his teeth, willing himself to not get hard as he’s sitting amongst literally all of his members, Joshua squished up against the other side of him. He will not.

Mingyu’s hand stays there, not moving anymore before Mingyu takes it off and stretches his arms above his head. He stands up and tiptoes around the members on the floor.

“I’m going to the bathroom, don’t bother pausing it,” he says before heading down the hallway and Minghao hears the door faintly click closed.

Minghao lasts about 30 seconds before he gets up, not bothering to say a word to the members who have all been sensing something weird between him and Mingyu anyway and probably do not want to be involved. He heads down to the bathroom, not shocked at the unlocked door as he opens it and locks it behind him.

Mingyu is leaning against the counter, arms crossed and he grins toothily at Minghao. Minghao doesn’t return the smile, crossing his own arms and leaning back against the door and raises his eyebrows at Mingyu.

Mingyu looks him up and down before smirking, “You look better than Hyunjin anyway.”

Minghao scoffs, “Oh do I? Cute enough that you’d drag me into an Inkigayo bathroom?”

Mingyu looks around them before shrugging, “We’re in a bathroom, close enough.”

“Hm, I guess so,” Minghao pushes off the wall, coming to stand before Mingyu, but not close enough to touch him. “What would you do if I was Hyunjin, hm?”

Mingyu’s eyes darken and Minghao doesn’t miss the way Mingyu’s breath stutters. Mingyu reaches forward, grabbing at Minghao’s waist and pulling him between his legs. Minghao pushes his hand off, reaching forward to place his own hands on Mingyu’s hips, trying to keep the upper hand in the situation. 

“Why would I want you to be Hyunjin when I can have you both?” Mingyu asks, tilting his head to the side cockily.

Minghao feels his dick twitch at the thought. Imagine Hyunjin being here too… watching as Mingyu and him kiss… leaning over and kissing Hyunjin as Mingyu kisses down his neck.

Minghao fights to keep his voice steady as he asks, “Well, what would you do if Hyunjin was here then?”

Mingyu lets out a shaky breath and reaches forward to kiss down Minghao’s neck. Minghao instinctively leans his head back, baring his neck to give Mingyu better access. Mingyu kisses down to his collarbone, biting down and sucking softly. Minghao gasps, his hands coming up to card through Mingyu’s hair. 

Mingyu leans back looking down at the small mark he made and smirking. “I’d let him kiss you, but I wouldn’t let him mark you.”

Minghao pulls at Mingyu’s hair, enjoying the way Mingyu hisses at the slight pain and his ear turning redder.

“Who said you’d be the one giving Hyunjin commands?” Minghao says, Mingyu pouts at him and Minghao fights back the urge to gently pat his head like a puppy.

“What, you’re gonna tell us both what to do?” Mingyu asks.

Minghao thinks for a moment, letting one of his hands start slowly traveling down Mingyu’s neck, giving a slight squeeze there that causes Mingyu to buck his lips and try to get friction from the bathroom counter underneath him. He trails down to the edge of Mingyu’s shirt, quickly sliding his hand up and squeezing at Mingyu’s bare waist.

“Well, I’ve done it separately haven’t I? What would be so hard about doing it at the same time? He’s not too different from you. He’s sensitive,” Minghao pinches at one of Mingyu’s nipples and Mingyu gasps, biting off a whine. Minghao pulls Mingyu’s shirt over his head and rests his hand on his neck again, applying light pressure. “He likes being choked,” his hands travel to Mingyu’s hair, pulling harder than before. “He likes his hair pulled, likes being guided on what to do.” Mingyu’s panting now, gaze heavy with lust as he watches Minghao’s face.

Minghao reaches into the drawer in the bathroom that’s assigned to him, pulling out the bottle of lube that’s tucked into the back of it. Mingyu watches him as he pops the lid open, looking back up at Mingyu’s face. He smiles, “He bottoms too.”

Mingyu whines again, higher this time and Minghao shoots a look to the locked door. “Do you want everybody to hear? Quiet, pup.”

Mingyu nods, slipping off the counter and standing in front of Minghao, awaiting direction.

“Pants off, turn around. Hands on the counter,” Minghao pours some of the lube onto his fingers, gently rubbing it to warm it up.

MIngyu quickly follows orders, hastily pushing his sweats and boxers down, turning around and presenting himself to Minghao. Minghao reaches for Mingyu’s waist with the hand not covered in lube and gently strokes and squeezes, meeting Mingyu’s eyes in the mirror.

“Color?” he asks quietly and Mingyu’s gaze softens, turns into something almost fond.

“Green, Hao. It’s okay,” Mingyu says.

Minghao nods and circles his finger around Mingyu’s rim gently pushing his finger up to the first knuckle. Mingyu tenses around him, it’s been… months since he’s last fingered Mingyu and Minghao isn’t sure how often Mingyu really bottoms for other people. 

Minghao goes slowly, gently working up to a second finger before curling his fingers and hitting Mingyu’s prostate. 

Mingyu bites back a loud moan, crossing his arms on the counter and resting his head on them. Minghao coos at him, steadily pumping his fingers in and out, hitting his prostate straight on with each thrust. 

Mingyu is a mess, biting down on his own arm as he struggles to keep quiet, sweat beading at his temples. 

Minghao reaches his other arm around, taking Mingyu’s dick in hand and stroking it in rhythm with his fingers. “Do you want to come like this?”

Mingyu releases his mouth from where he was biting down, spit trailing down into the bite marks now indented there. He pouts, “Want you in me.”

Minghao frowns and glances at the door again. “Don’t think we have time for that Gyu. Besides, I don’t have condoms in here.”

“I don’t care,” Mingyu says stubbornly.

Minghao shakes his head, “No, I’ve been with other people. I’m not fucking you without a condom.”

Mingyu huffs, but gives up, turning back to burying his head in his arms. Minghao continues his pace back up, increasing his speed because they’ve been gone for a while now and even though the members most definitely know they’re up to something in here, he’d rather not be in here until the movie ends.

Mingyu is whining almost consistently now, a sign that he’s close and Minghao slips a third finger in, pumping a few times before Mingyu is coming over Minghao’s wrist. Minghao works him through it, before Mingyu is hissing and batting his hand away from him. Minghao gently pulls his fingers out, turning to wipe them off on his towel on the towel rack.

Mingyu turns around, pushing Minghao up against the wall and reaching into his pants. Minghao lets out an embarrassingly high pitched moan, clapping a hand over his mouth as he tries to be quiet. It doesn’t take him long and in a few minutes Minghao is spilling into Mingyu’s fist. 

They’re both panting and Minghao leans forward to rest his forehead on Mingyu’s shoulder. Mingyu gently pulls his hand out of Minghao’s pants and turns around to wash his hand off and pull his sweats back up.

Minghao watches him before Mingyu finishes getting redressed and meets Minghao’s gaze. 

Minghao sighs, “We have to talk about Hyunjin.”

Mingyu opens his mouth to reply before they both startle at a loud knock on the door.

“I need to pee and if you guys don’t have the bathroom cleaned up in the next minute I’m killing you both!” Soonyoung yells through the door and Minghao and Mingyu both widen their eyes at each other. They quickly scramble to shove the lube back in the drawer and Minghao washes his own hands and throws his towel into the hamper. They give another one last look before Mingyu laughs and Minghao cracks a smile back in return. 

Minghao unlocks the door and opens it to an angry Soonyoung. Soonyoung looks between the two of them and scrunches his nose up, pushing past them and shoving them out. “You guys are gross,” he says before closing the door in their face and locking it.

A few days later, Hyunjin sits on the practice room floor at Fantagio’s building. He’s doing another collab stage with Moonbin and Juyeon, but this time Taeyang and Seungyoun were joining them. He reaches forward to start stretching his legs and feels someone lightly pushing his back forward and meets Moonbin’s eyes in the mirror.

“So how are you and Minghao?” Moonbin says with a smirk and Hyunjin groans, burying his face in his hands.

“Stooop. I haven’t seen or even heard from him in days,” Hyunjin says.

Moonbin laughs and moves to sit next to Hyunjin, leaning to start stretching his own legs. “Well you could have not exposed me for telling you about Eunwoo and Minghao.”

Hyunjin groans again and looks sheepishly at Moonbin, “Sorry. I literally don’t know why I even asked that.”

Moonbin shakes his head but smiles at him, “No it’s fine, Eunwoo is chill.”

They stretch in silence for a few more minutes, the other boys scattered throughout the room doing their own stretches as a random playlist plays quietly throughout the room.

Hyunjin hesitates before looking around and mumbling “...Do you know anything else about their relationship?” 

Moonbin rolls his eyes and sits up to start stretching his arms. “I’ll tell you, but I swear to god don’t say anything to Eunwoo this time.”

Hyunjin huffs out a laugh and nods, “I won't, I swear.”

Moonbin rolls his shoulders back and taps his lips in thought, “Well… Eunwoo was partially telling the truth about it being casual. It was casual for Minghao, but I think Eunwoo was starting to catch serious feelings for him. Minghao was… emotionally unavailable? He told Eunwoo he couldn’t do a serious relationship with him and said it was probably best if they stopped seeing each other.”

Hyunjin frowns, “Do you think Minghao was cheating on him?”

Moonbin quickly shakes his head, “No, I don’t think Minghao is that kind of guy. Besides, they weren’t ever officially exclusive anyway. My theory is that Minghao had someone else on his mind.”

Hyunjin nods slowly, taking in the information. Someone else? He wonders if Minghao is still involved with that someone else and if that’s why Minghao skirts around trying to get to know Hyunjin better.

“Are you jealous of Eunwoo?” Moonbin asks.

Hyunjin takes a moment to answer, “I don’t know… maybe? I think Minghao’s really cool and honestly, the sex is good but I don’t know if we really click on an emotional level. I try to make attempts to try and get to know him better but I feel like I hit a dead end. He’s nice and considerate, don't get me wrong I just… I don’t know. I haven’t consistently hooked up with someone like this without it being a relationship. I just don’t want to get hurt. I tend to… fall for people hard.”

Moonbin listens attentively, nodding before looking at Hyunjin with a soft look in his eyes, “I think you should talk to him about all of this.”

Moonbin is probably right. But truthfully, Hyunjin would rather die than talk to Minghao about this. Hyunjin tends to get emotional easily and the last thing he wants to do is something embarrassing, like crying in front of Minghao (outside of sex, obviously).

Thankfully Hyunjin is saved from having to answer Moonbin as Juyeon calls for them to start practicing.

-

Hyunjin fishes his phone out of his bag, checking it for notifications since he hasn’t looked at it in hours since they’ve been practicing. 

He’s surprised to see a notification from Minghao from an hour ago.

minghao: are you busy today?

Hyunjin hesitates answering. After Moonbin told him he needs to talk it out with Minghao, he had gone home and told Seungmin what Moonbin had said. Seungmin had agreed and said that was the best thing Hyunjin could do, because not communicating was going to just make things worse. Seungmin had even helped him plan out what to say, it’s written down in a bullet pointed list in Hyunjin’s phone that Seungmin typed out for him.

Also truthfully, Hyunjin is already exhausted. They’ve been working on a new choreo all day and still have about an hour or so to go and the last thing he wants to do is have sex and tire out his body even more than it already is.

But, it might be a good chance to finally talk to Minghao. 

Whatever, it’s worth a shot.

hyunjin: yeah, we’ve been learning a new dance all day. i think we’re gonna wrap up in the next hour or so. 

He leaves it at that, hoping Minghao says more than just inviting him to come over.

minghao: have you eaten dinner yet? i had this recipe i wanna try out if you want to come over?

Oh. Well that almost sounds like a normal date, right? Plus, Hyunjin isn’t one to turn down free dinner. He clicks on the link Minghao had sent him of the recipe, the whole thing written out in Chinese, but the pictures look good enough and Hyunjin’s stomach grumbles in response.

hyunjin: sure!! i’ll let you know when i’m on my way over :)

He leaves it at that, locking his phone and standing up to go finish the rest of practice.

-

In the taxi over, Hyunjin had stared at his notes app the whole time, going over in his head what he was going to say to Minghao. Hey, so this has been really nice hanging out with you but honestly I’m a little confused on what we’re doing…  

Soon enough he’s out of the taxi and standing outside Minghao’s door. He takes a deep breath before knocking and a few moments later the door opens.

A shirtless Mingyu answers the door.

What the fuck.

Hyunjin stares dumbly at him, glancing down to his, well frankly nice chest, before stuttering out, “Uh? I thought you didn’t live here anymore.”

Mingyu smiles, stepping back to let Hyunjin in and closes the door. “No, I don’t.”

Well. Okay.

Hyunjin guesses it’s not that weird for Mingyu to be over here, he knows the members of Seventeen are close so they’re probably at each other's dorms all the time. 

Shirtless, apparently.

Minghao calls out from the kitchen, “Hyunjin? I’m in here!”

Hyunjin steps around Mingyu and into the kitchen where he finds Minghao with an apron on (cute) and a variety of ingredients spread out around the counter.

“Hi,” Minghao smiles at him, gently squeezing Hyunjin’s hip as he slips behind him to grab something out of the fridge.

Hyunjin greets him back, finding an apron laid out on the counter that he goes ahead and ties around his waist. Minghao points him to some vegetables and a cutting board, instructing him how to finely chop them. Hyunjin quickly gets to work, the atmosphere in the kitchen pleasant with the sounds of him chopping and the quiet noise of a playlist Minghao put on in the background. 

The conversation he needs to have with Minghao keeps running in the back of his mind. Honestly, now would be a better time than ever to bring it up but honestly, Hyunjin is scared to break the moment and doesn’t want Minghao to get upset. 

He hands the now cut vegetables over to Minghao and watches Minghao carefully put them into the pot. Minghao stirs it a bit, before placing a lid on top and turning the stove to low, letting the soup simmer. 

“And now we wait,” Minghao says and looks over at Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin smiles at him and Minghao steps closer, backing Hyunjin into the inner corner of the counter.

“Hm, what should we do in the meantime?” Minghao asks, quirking an eyebrow and leaning into Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin doesn’t get a chance to answer before Minghao leans in, capturing his lips and Hyunjin automatically bringing his arms up to wrap around his neck.

They kiss languidly for a while, casual with no rush for more.

Then Hyunjin hears the fridge door open and startles back. Minghao glances to see who came in before turning back to Hyunjin and starting to kiss down his neck.

Fuck. What the fuck.

Mingyu looks over at them, meeting eye contact with Hyunjin and Hyunjin stares back, even when Minghao works his way back up to Hyunjin’s lips and kisses him again. Mingyu looks away, pouring himself a glass of water from the pitcher he took out of the fridge. 

Why didn’t Minghao stop? Why isn’t Hyunjin pushing him away? Why isn’t Hyunjin closing his eyes? 

Mingyu looks over at him again as he heads to the sink and starts refilling the pitcher, smirking at Hyunjin before turning the sink off and putting the pitcher back in the fridge.

Finally, finally , he grabs his glass of water and leaves, disappearing into some room down the hall. 

Minghao leans back, pressing one quick kiss to Hyunjin’s lips before walking over to check the pot on the stove.

Hyunjin stares at him, expecting Minghao to say something, anything, but he doesn't. He only dips the ladle into the soup and holds it out for Hyunjin to taste. 

Minghao finishes putting the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher after he leads Hyunjin out and tells him to get home safe. He starts the dishwasher and heads into the living room and finds Mingyu already sitting on the couch.

Minghao smiles, sitting down next to him and nudging his leg with his knee. “Did you like the show?”

Mingyu grins, turning towards him and looking Minghao up and down. “Yeah, I did.”

Minghao suppresses a shudder and nods, leaning back into the couch.

“You should invite Hyunjin over again sometime,” Mingyu says simply and Minghao turns towards him, waiting for Mingyu to elaborate. 

He doesn’t, looking at something on his phone before he stands up and stretches. 

“I better head home, it’s getting late,” he says instead, walking towards the door to put his shoes on.

Mingyu wishes him goodnight and opens the door. Joshua stands on the other side, keys in hand and he looks up and smiles. “Good timing Mingyu.”

Mingyu leaves and Joshua steps in, locking the door behind him.

“Hey Minghao,” he smiles at him and heads to the kitchen, pulling out a packet of ramen from the pantry.

Minghao comes in from the living room, perching on a stool at the counter as he watches Joshua go about filling a pot of water and turning the stove on.

Joshua turns and meets Minghao’s eye, a gentle smile on his face. “You alright?”

Minghao frowns and shrugs, “I think so. I don’t know.”

Joshua rips open the ramen packet and sprinkles the seasoning into the now boiling water. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Minghao hesitates, “So you know I’ve been hooking up with Hyunjin.”

Joshua hums to show he’s listening as he pokes chopsticks into the noodles to separate them.

Minghao continues, “I confronted Mingyu about him not telling me that he had also hooked with up Hyunjin and we kinda… had weird angry sex about it.” He feels his cheeks burn and he clears his throat, staring at a nick in the counter. “Then I told Hyunjin I know and Hyunjin asked if there’s something going on between Mingyu and I told him no, of course. Because… I mean, because there’s not.”

At that, Joshua turns around and raises an eyebrow. 

Minghao stares back at him, “Well. Not an exclusive relationship there’s not.”

Joshua shakes his head and sighs, “Mhm. Continue.”

“Well then, when we were all together a few nights ago to watch a movie we ended up having sex in the bathroom,” Minghao says.

“Oh yeah, you guys were not subtle about that at all by the way,” Joshua quips, bringing the now done pot of ramen and setting it on a potholder on the counter across from Minghao.

Minghao glares at him, “I’m aware.”

Joshua laughs, bringing noodles up to his mouth.

“Anyway. Not to get… too detailed. But we brought up Hyunjin during sex and it just seems like maybe it’s leading towards… asking Hyunjin to join us? God I don’t know, we haven’t actually said that out loud but I’m not opposed to it and I don’t think Mingyu would be either,” Minghao admits.

Joshua chews, taking a sip of his water. “Have either of you talked to Hyunjin about this? Even a little bit? You told him nothing was going on between you and Mingyu.”

Minghao frowns, “No, we haven’t. And that’s why I feel guilty and weird about this because Hyunjin is really nice and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I mean, it’s not like Hyunjin and I are dating or anything but we do get along well and the sex is nice.”

“Well. If I was you, I would talk to both of them individually before attempting anything all together,” Joshua says.

Minghao knows Joshua is right. Especially with talking to Hyunjin about it. He’s been trying to keep his distance with Hyunjin, wanting to see him but also trying to make it clear that he definitely does not want any sort of relationship out of this. So far Hyunjin hasn’t seemed to mind… he still comes over and they still have a good time. 

“So you don’t think having a threesome with them is the worst idea ever?” Minghao asks.

Joshua laughs and shakes his head, “Nah, not if everyone’s consenting and on the same page. I’ve been in one before, it’s nice.”

Minghao lets out a laugh in disbelief, “You? With who?”

Joshua only smirks and slurps up more noodles. “I’m sure you can guess.”

Minghao crinkles up his nose, his only guess being the other oldest members of the group and he shakes his head and dramatically shudders. “Forget what I asked.”

Joshua laughs again and Minghao hears him chuckling and typing out a text on his phone as Minghao shuts himself off in his room.

After leaving Minghao’s dorm, he orders a taxi and sets the drop off address for the other dorm’s place.

hyunjin: hey you’re awake right?

seungmin 🐶 : Yeah I am.

seungmin 🐶 : Are you alright?

hyunjin: i think so. I’m coming to your place now

He lets himself into the dorm, slumping in relief when he sees Seungmin sitting on the couch waiting for him. Seungmin immediately sits up when he hears the door open and Hyunjin pads over, falling down next to him and dropping his head on his shoulder.

Seungmin wraps an arm around his waist and gently squeezes. “What happened? Did you talk to him?”

Hyunjin winces, tilting his head and pouting up at Seungmin. “No, I didn’t. Mingyu was there.”

Seungmin frowns, “Why was he there?”

“Ugh, I don’t know,” Hyunjin brushes his hair out of face. “He answered the door, shirtless, and then.”

“And then?” Seungmin asks.

Hyunjin groans and throws his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “Minghao and I were… makingoutinthekitchen and then Mingyu walks in!” He throws his hands up in exasperation, resolutely staring at the ceiling fan. “I go to pull away and Minghao looks at Mingyu and then doesn’t stop.”

There’s a moment of silence and Hyunjin looks over at Seungmin, who’s staring off into space.

“It’s embarrassing, I know,” Hyunjin mutters.

Seungmin purses his lips and looks over at Hyunjin. “Why didn’t you pull away and make Minghao stop?”

Hyunjin feels his cheeks heat up and breaks eye contact. “I, I don’t know,” he mumbles.

Seungmin sighs and takes his arm back from Hyunjin’s waist, sitting up straighter. “You deserve better than this Hyunjin. To me it sounds like Minghao is trying to use you for whatever weird thing he has going on with Mingyu. It’s not fair to you, you deserve someone who has their full attention on you. I know how much of a romantic you are, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin frowns, ignoring the way his heart speeds up at Seungmin’s words.”Thank you Minnie,” he says quietly, nudging him with his knee. “I don’t know. It’s not like I see myself with Minghao forever, I’m just confused on what’s going on. I don’t love him or anything even remotely close to that the sex is just good because we are sexually compatible.”

He looks over at Seungmin fidgeting with his hands as Seungmin speaks, “It’s not like you’re not gonna find someone else you’re… sexually compatible with.”

Hyunjin’s eyes snap up to Seungmin’s face and their eyes meet before Seungmin looks away and clears his throat.

“I just think it’s really messy with Mingyu involved and you need to figure out what you want,” Seungmin finishes.

Hyunjin knows he’s right. (Seungmin is always right). But he can’t help but admit he’s a little intrigued by everything… Minghao is nice and is good in bed and Mingyu is also hot and if he happened to hook up with either of them again that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Instead, he stands up and looks down at Seungmin, “Whatever, I’m tired of talking about this. Can we go to sleep?”

Seungmin looks up at him, twisting his lips like he wants to say more before he sighs and stands up. Hyunjin follows him into his room and goes to his closet to steal a hoodie and sweats to sleep in before changing right there and flopping down onto his bed. 

Seungmin goes to the bathroom to change, coming back with a washed face and brushed teeth. He pokes at Hyunjin’s thigh, “Get up. I’m not sharing a bed with you if you don’t brush your teeth.”

Hyunjin grumbles but stands up anyway quickly going into the bathroom and using Seungmin’s face wash and grabbing for the extra toothbrush he left here a while ago.

He steps back into Seungmin’s room, climbing into bed next to him. Seungmin turns to look at him and gives him a sleepy smile, opening his arms and Hyunjin wastes no time in snuggling up into them and burying his head into Seungmin’s chest. 

-

Hyunjin doesn’t even have time to think about the whole Minghao and Mingyu situation with his new collab stage coming up. He’s spent the last week going straight from Stray Kids practices to the Fantagio building to practice for Mirotic and he’s exhausted, only having enough energy to shower and fall into bed. 

But the performance is finally here, and Hyunjin excitedly stands next to Moonbin on the side of the stage.

“You ready?” Moonbin asks.

Hyunjin beams up at him, nodding before they’re being called to go out on stage and get into position.

He finds his spot, holding his position as he waits for the music to play. There’s no audience for the stages right now so the crowd is scattered with random staff members but Hyunjin comes across Seungmin’s smiling face. He smiles back at him and then his eyes land on Minghao on the opposite side of the crowd. He gives Hyunjin a little wave and Hyunjin’s smile falters before he quickly bows his head. He sees Mingyu, with his MC outfit on, come to sit next to Minghao.

Then the music starts.

-

He practically bounces off stage, his body coursing with adrenaline. Hyunjin and the rest of the boys congratulate each other on a good performance and when Hyunjin pulls away he sees Mingyu and Minghao whispering in the corner of the backstage area.

Minghao suddenly looks up and catches Hyunjin’s eye before beckoning Hyunjin over. Hyunjin pauses but they start walking towards him and Hyunjin meets them in the middle.

“Hey, you looked really good up there,” Mingyu says, grinning down at Hyunjin.

“We’re gonna go back to Mingyu’s place and watch a movie, do you want to come?” Minghao asks, tilting his head and smiling.

Okay well that’s… a little strange. But, why not?

Hyunjin nods, “Uh sure. Give me a moment to change.”

Minghao nods and reaches out to squeeze Hyunjin’s bicep, “Take your time. We’ll be out front, Mingyu brought his car.” He lets his hand slowly drag down Hyunjin’s arm before pulling back, nodding to Mingyu as they head out.

Hyunjin starts walking to the dressing rooms when he’s stopped by Moonbin turning and blocking his path.

“You better talk to him before you do anything stupid you might regret, Hyunjin,” he says, gesturing towards where Minghao and Mingyu just left.

Hyunjin nonchalantly waves a hand, “It’ll be fine! I’ll talk to him, I even have what I want to say written out on my phone and everything.”

Moonbin sighs and drops his shoulders, stepping out of the way. “Be safe, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin nods, finally leaving the backstage area and when he enters the dressing room he finds Seungmin sitting on the couch.

Seungmin jumps up, smiling big and rushing forward to hug Hyunjin. “You did so great out there Hyunjinnie! The dance was so good, your style of dancing suited it so well. You’re so talented,” he pulls back in Hyunjin’s arms, smiling brightly and exposing his braces that Hyunjin can’t help but feel endeared by.

Hyunjin blushes and smiles back at him, “Thank you Seungmin, I didn’t know you were coming!”

“You’ve been talking about this for a while and practicing all week, of course I had to come. Especially since I couldn’t see your last collab stage,” Seungmin says.

Hyunjin turns to start wiping his makeup off, hiding his pleased smile. He changes back to his street clothes, leaving his stage clothes draped over the makeup chair for the stylist to put away properly.

He turns back around and Seungmin throws his bag over his shoulder, “Ready to go? Our manager has the car pulled around up front. He’s going to drop us off at that new restaurant you wanted to try.”

Ah, fuck. Hyunjin winces, “I’m uh. Actually Minghao and Mingyu invited me over.”

Seungmin’s smile falters before he pulls his mask up over his nose and says, “Ah, okay.”

Hyunjin frowns, pulling up his own mask as he follows Seungmin out to the parking garage. He sees Minghao and Mingyu resting against a car and they wave Hyunjin over. Hyunjin turns to look at Seungmin, who’s staring back at them before he walks off to their manager's car without saying bye.

He almost calls out for him, but then he hears Minghao’s voice calling his own name and he heads over to the other car.

-

They enter Mingyu and Wonwoo’s apartment, Hyunjin curiously looks around. There’s some pictures hanging on the wall, a projector attached to the ceiling and everything is illuminated with a warm lamp, almost like a sunset lamp.

Wonwoo is sitting on the couch and Hyunjin awkwardly makes eye contact with him (he doesn’t think he has ever said a single word to Wonwoo in his life). Wonwoo then glances over at Mingyu and Minghao before rolling his eyes.

“I’m gonna head out,” Wonwoo says, grabbing a Switch from the coffee table and Hyunjin watches him grab a coat, slip on some shoes, and leave out the front door.

Mingyu and Minghao don’t say anything, Mingyu going forward to start messing with something on the TV. 

God, this is so weird. Hyunjin gently tugs on Minghao’s arm, leading him to the kitchen and Minghao looks at him with concern. “Are you alright?” Minghao asks.

Hyunjin nods, hands shaky as he runs them through his hair, “No yeah, I’m fine. I just need to talk to you.”

Minghao nods and urges Hyunjin to go on but then Mingyu calls from the living room, “I have the TV ready!”

Minghao turns like he’s going to tell Mingyu to wait but Hyuinjin chickens out and shakes his head. “Nevermind, it’s fine.”

Minghao turns back to him, unconvinced, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah no, it can wait. It’s not important anyway,” Hyunjin lies, breaking eye contact and heading over to the living room, Minghao trailing behind him.

Mingyu is already sitting on the couch and Minghao plops down next to him, gesturing for Hyunjin to take the empty spot remaining by Minghao. Hyunjin joins, trying to subtly wipe his sweaty hands off on his sweats. Why is he so nervous?

“Anything in particular you want to watch?” Mingyu asks, leaning forward slightly to look over at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I’m fine with whatever.”

Mingyu takes that as an answer and scrolls for a bit on Netflix before choosing some generic Western romcom and puts it on.

They barely get past the beginning credits before Minghao snakes an arm around Hyunjin’s waist, his hand resting low on his hip, fingers teasing with the waistband. Hyunjin blushes, sneaking over a glance at Mingyu to see if he noticed. Why is Minghao doing this with Mingyu right next to him?

The movie plays on, Hyunjin barely grasping the plot of it, too distracted to keep up with reading subtitles. Minghao has a hand slipped under his shirt now, rubbing small, smoothing circles into his back.

He catches a movement out of the corner of his eye and when he looks over he sees Mingyu’s hand on Minghao’s thigh. He almost expects Minghao to shake him off or do something, but he doesn't. Instead, Hyunjin watches as Mingyu’s hand slips higher, to a point that is definitely not just friendly as it dips further into Minghao’s inner thigh. 

Hyunjin’s head snaps up when he feels fingers tilting his chin up and he looks over to Minghao, who doesn’t waste time in leaning in and capturing Hyunjin’s mouth. Hyunjin’s mind short circuits and he pulls back to look at Minghao, shocked that Minghao would do that right next to Mingyu.

He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything before Minghao turns, reaches up and pulling Mingyu by the neck, kissing him deep and Hyunjin feels his heart stop.

What is going on.

He watches them kiss for a moment before they pull back with a slick popping sound and Minghao turns to him, face open and hesitant, spit shining on his lips.

“Are you okay with this?” Minghao asks softly.

Hyunjin opens his mouth and closes it a few times. The rational part of his brain says he needs to stop and have that long overdue talk with Minghao. 

But the horny part of his brain says: two hot men want to fuck you. 

The horny part wins.

Hyunjin nods. Minghao looks at him expectantly and Hyunjin feels his cheeks burn as he quietly says, “Yes.”

Minghao starts leaning in again, lips barely touching Hyunjin’s. “Let me know anytime if you want to stop,” he whispers before sealing their lips in another kiss.

Hyunjin loses himself in the kiss, gripping onto the front of Minghao’s shirt. He hears Mingyu get up and sit down on the other side of him, before a hand lays on his thigh. 

Hyunjin pulls back from Minghao and turns to look at Mingyu, who smiles sheepishly at him. Hyunjin purposefully tilts his head up and looks down at Mingyu’s lips. Mingyu gets the hint and leans down to capture Hyunjin’s lips. This kiss is sloppier than when they kissed those months ago, Mingyu biting down on his bottom lip and Hyunjin moans in response.

Minghao starts kissing down Hyunjin’s neck and unbuttoning his shirt. It’s overwhelming, having the attention all on him, his senses overloaded with the multiple touches.

Mingyu pulls away and struggles to adjust on the too small couch and Minghao pulls back from Hyunjin’s neck and frowns. “C’mon, let’s go to your room. Wonwoo will kill us if he finds out we did this on the couch,” Minghao says and grabs both Hyunjin and Mingyu’s hands, pulling them up and leading them to the room, both of them trailing behind him like lost puppies.

Hyunjin barely registers this is the first time he’s seeing Mingyu’s room before he’s being pushed down onto the bed next to Mingyu.

“Is this what you wanted all along?” Minghao asks as he looks at Hyunjin, standing above them at the foot of the bed. 

Hyunjin’s cheeks burn and he glances over at Mingyu, who looks just as flushed as Hyunjin probably does. “I-, what?”

Minghao smirks at him before climbing over Mingyu’s lap. He settles down on his hips and coos down at Mingyu, gently stroking his cheek. “Mingyu here just couldn’t stop talking about you. Sounds like you really made an impression on him at Inkigayo, didn’t he Mingyu?”

Mingyu’s mouth opens and he hesitates to answer and Minghao tuts, “Answer me pup.”

Mingyu whines in the back of his throat before nodding and answering, “Yes.” Minghao smiles down at him and leans down to kiss him. They fall into it naturally, kissing deeply. 

Hyunjin watches in fascination, his erection straining against his jeans. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to interrupt, it feels like he shouldn’t, like Mingyu and Minghao are their own thing and Hyunjin is simply allowed to be here. The creeping feeling that these two have a more complicated past than what Hyunjin knows keeps prodding at the back of his mind. 

He’s interrupted from dwelling in these thoughts when the two of them break apart and Minghao smiles at him. 

“What would you like?” Minghao asks him, like Hyunjin has any sort of coherent mind right now.

“Uh.”

Minghao waits for him to say more before laughing and gesturing for both him and Mingyu to scoot further up on the bed. Minghao settles in between Hyunjin’s open legs and gently strokes up and down his thighs.

“Do you want me to fuck you while you kiss Mingyu?” Minghao asks and looks at Mingyu who nods.

Hyunjin glances at Mingyu and back at Minghao before nodding. Minghao grins and asks Mingyu to grab the lube and condoms from the nightstand.

Mingyu obediently follows and hands it over. Minghao unbuttons Hyunjin’s pants and pulls them and his underwear down in one fell swoop. Hyunjin’s cock springs out, already embarrassingly hard and he blushes, turning his head to try and hide in the pillow. He’s met with Mingyu’s face, who smiles cutely at him and leans forward to kiss him again.

He's so distracted by kissing Mingyu that he didn’t even realize Minghao had opened the lube until he feels a finger prodding at his entrance. He tenses up automatically before Minghao strokes his hip to get him to relax and pushes into the first knuckle. He slowly works his finger all the way in, pumping in and out before he adds a second. 

Mingyu’s hand comes up to gently pinch Hyunjin’s nipple and Hyunjin moans into Mingyu’s mouth. Mingyu smiles into the kiss and trails his hand down to Hyunjin’s cock, wrapping his fingers loosely around the base. 

“Don’t let him come until I say so,” Minghao says from above them, pulling his fingers out of Hyunjin to open a condom wrapper. Mingyu makes a noise in affirmation, lightly stroking Hyunjin’s cock up and down, not nearly enough friction and Hyunjin’s hips buck up into his hand, trying to chase more.

These two are going to be the death of him.

He feels Minghao move around on the bed, gently grabbing Hyunjin’s thighs and positioning himself in between them. “Are you ready, Hyunjin-ah?”

Mingyu breaks the kiss so Hyunjin can answer, trailing down to kiss at his chest. Hyunjin blinks and looks up at Minghao, nodding.

Minghao waits.

“Yes.”

Minghao quirks an eyebrow.

“Yes, sunbae.”

Minghao grins and lines himself up, slowly pushing in until his hips are flush against Hyunjin’s body. Hyunjin gasps out, reaching out to grab onto Mingyu, who takes his hand that’s not currently on Hyunjin’s dick and laces their fingers together. Mingyu squeezes his hand, smiling up at him and Hyunjin stares back, face lax in pleasure as Minghao begins to thrust in and out. 

Mingyu leans back over to capture Hyunjin’s lips again and Hyunjin lazily kisses back, overwhelmed by Minghao fucking into him. He feels close already, which is a little embarrassing but all things considered not surprising. 

Minghao changes the angle of his hips, hitting Hyunjin’s prostate dead on and Hyunjin moans into Mingyu’s mouth. Minghao’s pace quickens and Hyunjin’s eyes begin to tear up. Everything feels so good, so much, and he needs to come soon or he’s going to lose his mind.

He starts whining and trying to push his hips down to meet Minghao, desperate to get more friction. Minghao reaches forward to hold down Hyunjin’s hips and Mingyu’s grip on his cock stays loose. Hyunjin squeezes Mingyu’s other hand, trying to get him to do more. 

Tears finally spill over his eyes and he pulls back from Mingyu to breathe. 

“S-sunbae, please,” Hyunjin manages to get out, looking up at Minghao.

Minghao looks wrecked too, staring at Mingyu and turns to Hyunjin when he speaks. “Please what?”

Hyunjin huffs and whines as he tries to buck up against Minghao’s hands holding him down. “Please let me come.”

Minghao hums, thrusting a few more times before looking back at Mingyu and nodding. “Well, you heard him Mingyu.”

Mingyu smiles and leans forward to kiss Hyunjin’s neck before finally, finally, tightening his grip and starts quickly pumping his hand up and down. Hyunjin moans loudly, back arching up off the bed, before spilling all over his chest.

Minghao fucks him through it and Mingyu continues stroking his cock until Hyunjin starts batting them away. MIngyu removes his hand and captures Hyunjin’s lips again. Hyunjin hardly has the energy to kiss back, barely moving his lips. 

Hyunjin pulls back when he feels Minghao pull out and take off the condom. Minghao climbs over Mingyu’s lap now, who is still clad in his sweats from earlier. Minghao finally pulls Mingyu’s sweats down and pulls his cock out, lining it up with his own. He takes both of them in his hand and Mingyu moans, reaching up for Minghao, who leans down and kisses him.

Hyunjin suddenly feels intrusive. Like he’s watching two lovers be together and he is just an outsider who weaseled their way in. The way they kiss, the way they touch each other, all of it feels so much more intimate than anything Hyunjin has done with either of them. He’s hit with a melancholy feeling that washes over his body as he watches Mingyu come and Minghao kisses his face repeatedly before coming himself.

Minghao sits back up and looks over at Hyunjin. He frowns, “Are you alright?”

Hyunjin fixes whatever expression was on his face and smiles, “I’m more than alright.”

Minghao leans over and kisses him before getting up to go grab something to clean up. Everything feels like it’s covered in a weird post-sex haze, Hyunjin doesn’t quite feel like he’s in his body as he watches Minghao wipe his stomach and then Mingyu’s before going over to Mingyu’s closet to toss the rag in the hamper. 

Because of course Minghao knows where Mingyu’s hamper is. They’re best friends (lovers?). They have a relationship that runs years deep and for some reason Hyunjin is here, meddling with it.

He has to get out of here.

-

Hyunjin doesn’t tell anyone about it. Especially Seungmin. 

He had never been more thankful for separate dorms than when he came home that night and was able to slip into his room unnoticed, the rest probably at the studio. And if he cried in his room that night, no one has to know.

-

They have the next few days off and he finds himself at the other dorm either watching Felix play games or following Seungmin around the house. Which is what he’s currently doing, sitting next to Seungmin on his bed as Seungmin reads a book he got last week and Hyunjin is laying on Seungmin’s chest, scrolling through Instagram.

He glances up when Seungmin places his book down and replies to something on his phone. He gently shakes Hyunjin off and Hyunjin sits up, pouting.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin asks. Seungmin rifles through his closet before finding a hoodie and pulling it over his head.

His head pokes out and his bangs cutely poke out of the hood. Hyunjin hops up to fix them and Seungmin grumbles but lets him.

“I’m getting dinner with Felix, we’re going to try that new restaurant that opened near the company.” Seungmin answers.

Hyunjin’s hands drop to his sides and he frowns, “Wait, weren’t we going to go to that together?” Why wouldn’t he invite Hyunjin to come?

Seungmin’s face stays neutral. “Well. You’ve been gone a lot lately.”

“Well, yeah I’ve had the collab stages, I’ve been practicing a lot.” Hyunjin says. 

Seungmin breaks eye contact and glances at his phone again. “No, you’ve been gone a lot with Minghao. And now Mingyu, I guess.”

Hyunjin cringes as he remembers that Seungmin actually did invite him. After his collab stage. But he blew him off to go fuck Mingyu and Minghao. Shit.

He opens his mouth before closing it, debating if he should even tell Seungmin what happened. He thinks about what Seungmin has been saying this whole time and how nice he’s been towards Hyunjin by giving him advice and encouraging him to just talk to Minghao, which Hyunjin absolutely has not done.

He ends up saying nothing before Felix pops his head in and asks if Seungmin is ready. Seungmin glances at Hyunjin one more time before looking back at Felix and nodding. He heads towards the door and hesitates, before following Felix out and leaving Hyunjin alone.

Hyunjin stands there dumbly for a minute before pulling out his phone.

hyunjin: are you and mingyu busy?

minghao: nope :) come to mingyu’s

A tear lands on his phone and he blinks in surprise, wiping at his face. Why is he crying? Why is he even texting them? 

Whatever, if Seungmin expects him to be out with Minghao and Mingyu then he’ll go out. At least these are two people that want to hang out with him tonight.

Future Hyunjin can just deal with the consequences later.

-

seungmin 🐶 : Are you still at my place?

seungmin 🐶 : Chan hyung says you haven’t come home yet

seungmin 🐶 : Wait, Minho hyung said you’re not there anymore

seungmin 🐶 : Hyunjin?

-

Hyunjin finally turns his phone back on after he’s in the taxi on the way home and startles when it starts flooding in with missed messages and calls. Some of them are from Chan saying that if he’s not home in the next hour he’ll have to tell management. Hyunjin should hopefully make it back in time before that happens. He opens his chat with Seungmin and starts typing before he backspaces and swipes back to his chat with Chan, telling him he’ll be home in ten minutes.

He feels his phone buzz again but shoves it back in his pocket and stares out the window,

It was less intense this time, Minghao had sensed Hyunjin was in a weird mood and simply got him off while Mingyu kissed his neck. Hyunjin isn’t even sure if they did anything with each other afterwards, he had passed out and Minghao had woken him up later, telling him he should probably head home.

The taxi finally drops him off and Hyunjin unlocks the door to find Seungmin pacing in the middle of the living room.

Seungmin whips around at the sound of the door opening and steps forward before stopping. “Where were you?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and lets the door slam behind him. “Doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? Hyunjin, it’s 2 am and none of us have heard from you!” Seungmin raises his voice. 

“I’m allowed to go out! I can take care of myself!” Hyunjin yells back, tears stinging behind his eyes.

Chan emerges from the hallway and pulls Hyunjin away from Seungmin. “Hey, hey. Stop yelling, you're gonna wake the whole apartment building up.”

Hyunjin yanks his arm out of Chan’s grip and crosses them. “He started it.”

“You’re the one who ran off!” Seungmin says, still too loudly as Chan gives him a look and Seungmin winces.

Chan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Hyunjin. You need to let us know where you are. It's not safe. What if something had happened to you? Your phone was off and we couldn’t even use location tracking or anything. Even if you just text a manager, someone on our side needs to know where you are.”

Ugh. Chan is right. (Chan is always right). Hyunjin frowns and nods, looking over at Chan. “I’m sorry, Hyung.” 

Chan sighs again and pulls Hyunjin in for a hug. “Please don’t do this again,” he pulls back. “Okay, go to bed guys. We have an early schedule tomorrow.”

Chan retreats back into his room, leaving Hyunjin and Seungmin alone in the living room, standing and avoiding eye contact. Great, now he and Seungmin are being awkward and this is the exact opposite of what Hyunjin actually wants.

He feels tears start to well up in his eyes before they tumble over and fall down his cheeks and he quickly wipes them and the motion catches Seungmin’s eye because he looks up with a horrified look on his face.

“Hey, no Hyunjin,” he starts and Hyunjin only cries harder. Seungmin takes Hyunjin’s hand and leads them into Hyunjin’s room, closing the door behind them and going to sit next to Hyunjin on the bed.

God, this is so embarrassing. Hyunjin buries his face in his hands but feels them being pulled away and looks up at Seungmin.

Seungmin reaches forward and brushes the hair out of Hyunjin’s face, wiping his cheeks with his sleeves.

“What happened Hyunjin? Are you sure you’re okay?” Seungmin asks quietly.

He should probably just finally tell him. Otherwise it’s just going to eat him up until he spills it all to someone anyway.

He takes a shaky deep breath and sniffs, “I slept with Minghao and Mingyu.”

Seungmin’s expression doesn’t change. 

“At the same time.”

Seungmin’s eyebrows shoot up for a second before his face twists in confusion. “Tonight?”

Hyunjin frowns and nods. “A few nights ago too. And I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened because it was weird. Like it was nice don’t get me wrong but I just felt like I was intruding on a relationship that didn’t need me there. I was just worried you would judge me because I never talked to Minghao about anything we had planned for me to say and instead just had sex with him again except worse because Mingyu was there too.”

Seungmin takes Hyunjin’s hand and gently strokes the back of his palm with his thumb. “Hey, I would never judge you.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at him.

Seungmin rolls his eyes, “I would never seriously judge you. I care about you, Hyunjin.”

A few more tears spill over Hyunjin’s cheeks and he takes a few more deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot Hyunjin. It’s not like I don’t understand why you did it, it’s three hot people,” Seungmin says.

Three hot people? Hyunjin lets out a wet chuckle, “So you think I’m hot?”

Seungmin snorts and pushes against his arm, making Hyunjin sway slightly. “That’s what you take away from what I’ve said?”

Hyunjin grins before wiping more tears off his face. “I’m sorry, Seungmin. I never meant to blow you off. I didn’t realize you had something planned for us.”

Seungmin smiles softly at him and squeezes his hand. “I forgive you. You’ll just have to make it up to me.”

Hyunjin laughs and hesitates before reaching forward for a hug, which Seungmin reciprocates gladly. Hyunjin lingers in the hug for a moment before pulling away and sighing.

“Okay! I really need to go to sleep. You can stay, it’s so late,” Hyunjin offers. 

Seungmin agrees and the two of them quietly get ready for bed together. Seungmin climbs into bed first and Hyunjin crawls in after him, cuddling up close. 

“Goodnight Seungminnie,” Hyunjin whispers and Seungmin gently squeezes Hyunjin’s waist in response.

“Goodnight Hyunjin.”

-

They spend the entire next day in dance practice and when they head home for the dorms that night, Hyunjin sticks with Seungmin and hops in the van for their place.

They’re halfway home when his phone buzzes with a text.

minghao: come over?

Hyunjin hesitates and out of the corner of his eye he sees Seungmin read the message.

“Don’t go,” Seungmin says.

Hyunjin looks up at him. Seungmin’s cheeks are pink. He’s not planning to go. Does Seungmin really think he would go again? Especially after what happened last night?

“Why not?” Hyunjin asks anyway.

Seungmin frowns and looks back towards the front of the car. “Just don’t.”

“What if it’s just Minghao? He didn’t mention Mingyu,” Hyunjin argues.

“Hyunjin,” Seungmin exasperates.

“Come on, give me a reason,” Hyunjin fights the smile on his face as he looks over at Seungmin.

Seungmin meets his eyes with a serious expression. “I don’t want you to.”

Hyunjin laughs and Seungmin’s expression doesn’t change.

Oh.

Oh.

He ignores his heart beating faster and looks back down at his phone where the chat log with Minghao stares back at him. The van arrives at their dorm and the others pile out, Hyunjin climbing out last with Seungmin. Hyunjin hesitates, phone still in hand, and Seungmin turns around when he realizes Hyunjin isn’t following.

Hyunjin types out a response and pockets his phone before looking back up at Seungmin.

Seungmin frowns, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I said no.”

Seungmin’s mouths parts slightly in shock and Hyunjin reaches forward to hug Seungmin’s arm against his chest. He smiles up at him and Seungmin rolls his eyes and mumbles, “Come on,” before pulling Hyunjin towards the elevator.

“Hyunjin said no,” Minghao says, looking up at Mingyu sitting on his bed next to him.

Mingyu glances up from his own phone and blinks. “No?”

“Yeah, said he was with Seungmin,” Minghao rereads the message and sets his phone off to the side.

Mingyu shuffles and sits up further on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. “Is that okay with you?”

Is it? Minghao has been so used to having Hyunjin not only there recently but even surrounding every intimate moment he’s had with Mingyu in… months? Longer? 

Mingyu moves to get up, “I can go-”

“No, no. It’s okay with me,” Minghao places a steady hand on Mingyu’s thigh to keep him there.

He watches Mingyu let out a sigh of relief and run his hands through his hair. It’s silent for a beat before Mingyu speaks up, “Can I be honest?” 

Minghao hums for him to continue.

“I’m… kinda glad it’s just us. It’s been a while since that happened, well that wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing,” Mingyu admits. Minghao watches the tips of his ears turn red and fights back a smile.

“Yeah… probably since-”

“Since Eunwoo?” Mingyu asks, making eye contact with Minghao.

Ah. They’ve never talked about this. “Yeah. Since Eunwoo,” Minghao admits.

A silence falls over the room again and Minghao watches the flame in a candle he had lit on his nightstand. 

“Did you love him?” Mingyu asks softly.

Minghao looks back up, “Eunwoo?” 

Mingyu nods.

“I… no. That’s why I broke it off with him. I didn’t want to be in a serious relationship with him,” Minghao sighs, falling onto his back on the bed. He turns to the side to look at Mingyu again.

“Why not? Was there something wrong with him?” Mingyu continues.

Minghao frowns, “No, not at all. He was kinda perfect, actually. Sex was good, he took me on nice dates, he was caring. He just… he wasn’t…”

“Mm. I think I get it,” Mingyu says. He nudges Minghao’s arm with his socked toe. “I’ve missed you.”

And that’s what it’s been all along hasn’t it? He wasn’t Mingyu. Eunwoo wasn’t. Hyunjin isn’t. Having Hyunjin here with them doesn’t change the fact that Minghao is helplessly in love with Mingyu and refuses to admit it to himself. 

Fuck. Minghao digs the heels of his hands over his eyes. He lets out a dry chuckle. Why is it so scary to admit it?

“Hao?” Mingyu’s voice is suddenly closer and Minghao moves his hands to see Mingyu peering over him, confusion laced into his expression.

He reaches up and pulls Mingyu down, kissing him square on the mouth. Mingyu makes a noise of surprise but doesn’t get a chance to reciprocate before Minghao pushes him back.

He searches Mingyu’s eyes before deciding. “I’m in love with you. I have been for years and I want it to be just us, I don’t want other people involved anymore,” Minghao spills out. His heart is going to burst out of his chest.

The expression on Mingyu’s face is unreadable until tears spill over his cheeks and he smiles. “God dammit Minghao.” He pulls Minghao up to his chest, burying his face in his neck. “I love you too.”

Minghao sits up and throws his legs over Mingyu’s lap, hugging Mingyu tighter to himself. “Stop crying, you big baby.” He means to sound stern but his voice comes out unbearably fond anyway.

Mingyu snorts and pulls back, wiping his face. Minghao smiles and brushes Mingyu’s hair out of his face. “We have a lot to talk about, huh?” Minghao says.

Mingyu laughs, “Yeah, yeah we do.”

hyunjin: hey, i think we need to talk. are you free anytime soon?

minghao: yeah i agree. meet outside your company at 3?

-

Hyunjin pulls his jacket closer to himself, looking up from the bench to see Minghao approaching. Minghao gives a little wave and sits down next to him.

“Hi,” Hyunjin says.

“Hi,” Minghao replies.

They both awkwardly laugh and Hyunjin sighs. “Okay. I’ve been needing to say this for a while and I really should have said it a long time ago. I’m not sure what we are doing or where this relationship is heading. I’ve never had something casual go on this long and I never thought it would spiral into what it has become now. I also… I don’t think I can keep doing any of it.” He nervously looks up at Minghao to gauge his reaction.

Minghao nods slowly and frowns, “I’m sorry, Hyunjin.”

“Wait, what? Why are you apologizing?” Hyunjin asks.

“I should have been more open with you at the beginning. And I really shouldn’t have gotten Mingyu involved either. Did we pressure you too much?” Minghao winces.

Hyunjin’s eyes widen, “Oh no! No not at all! Trust me, I was a willing participant. I don’t regret it. I just can’t do it anymore.”

Minghao sighs and his shoulders slump. “Okay. Okay, good. I don’t regret it either. But Mingyu and I… we do have a lot to work out.”

Hyunjin nods and fiddles with his jacket zipper. “Yeah… I sorta got the vibe that there was way more to your relationship than you were telling me.”

Minghao laughs and nods, “Yes. That’s quite an understatement.”

“I think…” Hyunjin hasn’t admitted this out loud yet, “I think I have feelings for Seungmin.”

Minghao’s eyebrows raise and he makes a noise of surprise. “Oh?”

Hyunjin feels his cheeks burning and he bumps Minghao’s shoulder with his own. “Don’t tease me.”

Minghao smiles and bumps him back, “I’m not, I’m not. It’s cute. I think you should tell him.”

Hyunjin smiles and they’re both quiet as they watch cars pass on the street below them. A few minutes later Hyunjin speaks, “I’m glad we finally talked about this, sunbae.”

“Me too,” Minghao stands up and looks down at Hyunjin, “And call me hyung.” He holds his hand out to help Hyunjin up.

Hyunjin takes the hand and stands up. “Of course, hyung.”

-

3 months later

-

“Seungmin, I have to pee, come with me,” Hyunjin whines, pulling him from the vanity chair in front of the mirror.

“Gross,” Jisung says from the couch and Hyunjin glares at him.

“You are not one to talk,” Hyunjin replies.

“I’m not the couple running off to the Inkigayo bathrooms!” Jisung shouts back but Hyunjin cuts him off when he pulls Seungmin out the door.

Seungmin laughs and wraps his arm around Hyunjin’s waist. “Do you actually have to go?”

Hyunjin frowns, “No.” 

Seungmin rolls his eyes and heads towards the stairwell. “This morning wasn’t enough?”

“Seungminnie~” Hyunjin whines again, “Don’t make fun of m-”

He’s interrupted by two people coming down the stairs and he looks up to see Mingyu and Minghao.

“Hyung!” Hyunjin shouts and runs forward to hug Minghao. Minghao startles but chuckles and hugs Hyunjin back before pulling away.

Hyunjin excitedly looks at Mingyu and back at Minghao before raising an eyebrow. Minghao snorts but nods.

Mingyu pouts, “Are you guys sharing secrets?”

Minghao takes Mingyu’s hand and pats it, “No, baobei.”

“Ah,” Seungmin says quietly next to him and makes eye contact with Hyunjin. 

Minghao interrupts and passes them on the stairs, “We gotta get back to the dressing room. It was nice to see you.”

Hyunjin waves and pulls Seungmin up the stairs. “You too!”