The Other Half Of Us
Part Four
Wooyoung woke to the soft hum of sunlight spilling across the sheets, Mingi curled against his side, still flushed and dreamy-eyed from the night before. Yunho was stretched lazily behind him, one arm draped over Wooyoung’s waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns along his side.
The warmth of their bodies still clinging together made Wooyoung’s stomach twist in both longing and nerves. Last night had been intense, overwhelming, and… incredible. But now, in the quiet of morning, there was a lingering tension—a promise that they weren’t done exploring yet.
Mingi stirred first, nuzzling into Wooyoung’s chest, voice soft and needy. “Woo… again…”
Wooyoung laughed lightly, brushing damp hair from Mingi’s forehead. “Not yet, baby. We just—just got through last night.”
Yunho chuckled, voice low and teasing from behind. “But he’s already thinking about it. You saw how needy Mingi is—he’s going to want more before long.”
Mingi whined, stretching out over Wooyoung and arching against him. “I… I want both of you,” he admitted softly, voice trembling with a mixture of shyness and desire. “One day… one day I want both of you inside me…”
Wooyoung froze, cheeks heating at the thought. His mind raced—he’d topped Mingi before, but double penetration… that was a new, intense level.
Yunho smiled knowingly, brushing a finger along Wooyoung’s jaw. “One step at a time, Woo. But hearing him like this… I think he’s ready to tease you a little more. Maybe you can edge him first, let him beg, see how far he can take it…”
Wooyoung’s pulse jumped, heat coiling low in his stomach at the idea. Mingi’s soft, needy eyes on him were impossible to resist, and the memory of his first topping orgasm—the clench, the overstimulation, the helpless, pliant way Mingi had melted—flushed through him like fire.
He glanced at Yunho, seeking approval, and Yunho nodded, smirk teasing. “Go ahead. Guide him. Just… remember, I’m here if you need me. And so is he.”
Mingi whimpered softly, shifting closer. “Please… Woo… I’m ready for you… again…”
Wooyoung swallowed hard, feeling the thrilling mix of nerves, excitement, and anticipation. “Okay…” he whispered, heart hammering. “Let’s see how far you can take it… just guide menif I need it..”
Yunho chuckled, smirking. “I’ll start you off, then let you take the lead. Just… keep him comfortable.”
With gentle hands, Yunho guided Wooyoung’s motions at first, showing him how to tease and edge Mingi. Mingi whimpered, voice soft and needy. “Woo… please…”
Wooyoung flushed but followed the guidance, grinding and stroking with careful attention. The sound of Mingi’s whines and gasps spurred him on, and gradually, Yunho’s hands moved away, letting him find his own rhythm.
“You’ve got this, Woo,” Yunho whispered, moving a hand to his own cock now, stroking slowly, eyes on the two of them. “Feel him… he’s all yours now.”
Wooyoung’s pulse hammered in his ears, but he pressed on, letting Mingi ride him, hands gripping his hips as he found the right pace. Mingi moaned, squirming desperately, voice high and needy. “Faster… oh God… please, Woo…”
Wooyoung’s movements grew bolder, guided by instinct more than Yunho’s whispers now. He felt him close to cumming already. Each gasp and tremble from Mingi fueled his confidence—but the overstimulation hit him hard, hips trembling, chest heaving, cock pulsing with heat. He groaned as he spurted in Mingi.
“I… I can’t… keep going…” Wooyoung gasped, stopping for a moment, chest rising and falling. Mingi whimpered, confused and desperate. “W-Woo… don’t stop… please… more.”
Yunho smirked knowingly. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, leaning in to replace Wooyoung’s spot beneath Mingi. Wooyoung moved aside, still catching his breath as Yunho slid inside the needy, pliant body that had just ridden him, hands still guiding lightly on Mingi’s hips.
Mingi moaned loudly, arching into Yunho, voice thick with overstimulation. “Yunho… yes… oh God…”
Wooyoung’s chest heaved, fingers brushing Mingi’s back and shoulders as he watched, heat pooling low despite the pause. “Wow… seeing him like that…” he muttered, shivering at how helpless and pliant Mingi was for both of them.
Yunho’s rhythm was slower at first, savoring Mingi’s reactions, letting him ride each wave of pleasure while keeping a steady hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “See? You can take a break and still watch him melt… it’s just as intense.”
Mingi whined, lips parted, grasping both of them as Yunho increased the pace slightly. Wooyoung groaned softly, overwhelmed but entranced by the intimacy, heat, and desperate need between them.
Mingi’s hips bucked wildly against Yunho, each movement sending tremors through both of them. His moans were high and needy, voice cracking with overstimulation. Wooyoung’s hands hovered over his chest and stomach, fingers brushing lightly, teasing, feeling the heat of Mingi’s sweat-dampened skin, unable to resist the intimate chaos before him.
“Yunho… please… oh God…” Mingi cried, head thrown back, eyes rolled up in pleasure. His fingers clawed weakly at the sheets, arching fully into every motion.
Yunho’s thrusts were slow, deliberate, and teasing—riding Mingi’s responses with precision. “That’s it… just like that…” he murmured, lips brushing Mingi’s neck. “Feel it, Mingi… lose yourself for me.”
Wooyoung gasped as Mingi tensed beneath him, walls clenching, whimpers echoing in the sunlit room. The desperation, the overstimulation, the slick heat—everything collided, sending shivers down his spine. He lightly trailed his fingers down Mingi’s abdomen, brushing against the sensitive flesh there, eliciting a high, broken gasp.
“W-Woo… yes… oh fuck…” Mingi whimpered, tugging weakly at Wooyoung’s shoulders as Yunho kept him on edge. “Don’t… stop… please…”
Yunho’s hand slid over Mingi’s hip, then down to his own cock, stroking slowly as he synchronized with Mingi’s frantic movements. “You’re mine too, Woo… watch him…”
Mingi’s cry tore through the room as his body finally gave in, trembling violently, walls clenching around Yunho in a shattering orgasm. Wooyoung shivered, overwhelmed by the sight, the sounds, and the heat radiating from Mingi.
Yunho groaned low, hips pulsing, letting himself ride the wave a moment longer before spilling inside Mingi, both of them collapsing onto the bed in a mess of sweat, heat, and soft, trembling moans.
Wooyoung pressed a hand over Mingi’s back, brushing through damp hair, heart hammering. He felt dizzy from the intensity, cheeks flushed, cock still hard from the shared pleasure. “Wow… that… that was…”
Yunho chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand from Wooyoung’s forehead. “Incredible, right?” he murmured. “You did well, Woo. Let me handle the next part.”
Before either of them could respond, Yunho slipped from the bed with a sly grin, nudging Wooyoung lightly. “Rest up, boys. I’ll make breakfast.”
Mingi whimpered softly, curling closer into Wooyoung, warm and pliant. “Y-You’re leaving?” he murmured weakly.
“Just for a little while,” Yunho replied, voice teasing. “Enjoy the afterglow. I’ll be back with food… and maybe a little more for later.”
Wooyoung leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Mingi’s temple and jawline, wrapping him tightly in his arms. “Just breathe, baby. We’ll stay right here. You’re safe.”
Mingi nuzzled into him, finally exhaling, body relaxing completely against Wooyoung. The heat still lingered, but the shared warmth and trust between them made it soft and comforting. Wooyoung traced lazy circles on Mingi’s back as they lay tangled in each other’s arms, both recovering from the intensity of the morning.
Through the quiet, he could hear Yunho moving around in the kitchen, the faint sounds of breakfast being prepared filling the room—a gentle reminder that even after all the chaos, there was care, routine, and love holding them together.
Mingi’s head rested on Wooyoung’s chest, listening to his heart racing. Wooyoung’s hand mindlessly playing with Mingi’s hair.
"I have a question." Wooyoung said softly.
"Hmm?"
"How long do your sub spaces last?"
"Hm, it depends, I guess. It's kinda hard to to tell when its going to come and when it goes. But if you're even not comfortable topping me, just tell me." Mingi said as he looked up at Wooyoung. "How... how do you feel?"
"I fell.. different. It was intense. For sure. I don’t know which I prefer.. maybe still bottom because I'm more used to it. But topping you was really good too."
"Well, you don't have to worry too much about Yunho. He doesn't really have a sub space like I do. He usually just goes with what I'm in the mood for. He likes it either way. It's the person that matters, I guess." Mingi said as he traced a finger along Wooyoung’s chest.
"Really? Okay. That's good to know."
"Yep, only one needy princess in this relationship." Mingi joked.
"Well, you're our needy princess." Wooyoung said as he placed a soft and slow kiss on Mingi’s lips. "Kiss me." Wooyoung said softly.
Mingi’s lips brushed against Wooyoung’s again, softer this time, slower, teasing. He pressed closer, hands sliding down Wooyoung’s sides, fingers tracing along the ridges of his chest, drawing soft shivers from him.
“Like this?” Mingi murmured, lips ghosting over Wooyoung’s jawline before dipping back to his mouth.
Wooyoung groaned softly, tilting his head to give him better access. “Mhm… yeah… just like that,” he whispered, letting his hands rest lightly on Mingi’s hips, not guiding, just feeling.
Mingi hummed softly into the kiss, pressing small, deliberate nips along Wooyoung’s lips and jaw. He leaned into him, rolling his hips slightly against Wooyoung’s stomach in the gentlest tease, enjoying the way Wooyoung’s body responded without resistance.
Wooyoung’s chest rose and fell with every slow inhale and exhale, fingers curling slightly in Mingi’s hair as he let himself melt under the younger male’s gentle dominance. “You’re… so good at this,” he murmured, voice husky.
Mingi smiled against his lips, tugging lightly at Wooyoung’s shirt, pressing their bodies even closer. “Told you… just need a little practice. You’re easy to tease, Woo,” he whispered, before capturing his lips in another long, lazy kiss.
They stayed like that for several minutes, kissing and touching with no rush, no pressure—just the quiet intimacy of two people fully present with each other. Wooyoung let himself relax completely, letting Mingi set the pace, feel the control shift so softly but deliciously in Mingi’s hands.
Mingi’s hands wandered just slightly lower, cupping Wooyoung’s hips, tracing small circles over his stomach, eliciting soft moans from him. “You’re mine, you know?” he whispered, voice breathy and playful.
Wooyoung’s smile was warm, soft, and full of affection. “Yeah… I know… and I love it,” he replied, tilting his head back for another lingering kiss as Mingi leaned down to settle more fully against him, letting the leisurely, tender make-out stretch out until the world outside the sheets seemed to vanish.
Yunho came in with an apron on and a bright smile. He held a tray with their food on it. He settled it carefully before his boyfriends.
"What a good wife, I got." Wooyoung joked but Yunho just asked at the nickname.
"I aim to please."
Wooyoung handed Mingi a piece of toast, and Mingi happily took a bite, groaning softly in pleasure. “Mmm… so good,” he said, cheeks still pink from the morning.
“Don’t forget the coffee,” Wooyoung murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair from Mingi’s forehead.
Yunho slid onto the bed from behind, careful not to spill anything on the sheets, a playful grin on his face. “You didn’t think I’d let you two have all the fun, did you?” he teased, resting his chin lightly on Wooyoung’s shoulder.
Wooyoung flushed,thrilled, feeling Yunho’s warm breath against his neck. “Y-Yunho!” he whispered, a mix of laughter and surprise in his voice.
Mingi giggled, eyes lighting up. “Finally, join us!” he said, leaning back into Wooyoung, arms wrapping around both of them.
Yunho grinned and wrapped one arm around Wooyoung’s waist, the other brushing along Mingi’s side. “Now it’s perfect,” he murmured. “Breakfast tastes better when we’re all together.”
The three of them settled into a warm, tangled cuddle, passing toast and coffee back and forth, teasing each other with soft kisses between bites. Wooyoung pressed gentle kisses to Mingi’s temple, then to Yunho’s jawline, basking in the closeness of both of them.
Mingi leaned up, lips brushing Wooyoung’s in a slow, lazy kiss. “You’re warm… soft… perfect,” he murmured, snuggling deeper into the cuddle pile.
Yunho chuckled, nuzzling into Wooyoung’s neck. “Careful, Mingi… don’t steal him all to yourself,” he teased, lips ghosting along Wooyoung’s shoulder as he spoke.
Wooyoung groaned softly, laughing and shaking his head. “I don’t know if I can handle both of you at once,” he said, voice breathy but happy.
“You already do,” Mingi whispered, tugging him closer, while Yunho pressed a teasing kiss to his temple, both of them holding him warmly between them.
The three of them stayed like that for a while, feeding each other bites, sipping coffee, and laughing softly—warm, cozy, and completely content in each other’s presence. Breakfast had never felt so intimate.
The park was quiet, the sunlight filtering through the tall trees in dappled patches. Wooyoung carefully spread the blanket beneath the oak, balancing the picnic basket between them. Mingi sat upright for a moment, adjusting his posture, hands neatly folded in his lap, as if he were always a little too composed in public. But the second Wooyoung offered him a sandwich, his restraint melted slightly, and he leaned forward, catching a bite with a small, shy smile.
“You always make things look too neat,” Wooyoung teased, brushing a loose strand of hair from Mingi’s forehead.
“I like things neat,” Mingi replied, voice soft but still tinged with his usual quiet confidence. “But… I also like this.” He leaned closer, brushing shoulders with Wooyoung, letting the closeness linger.
Yunho smirked, lounging on his side beside them, hands propped behind his head. “Careful, Wooyoung. He’s usually all controlled, but I think he’s letting you in a little too much right now,” he said, voice low and teasing.
Mingi gave him a playful glare, lips twitching into a small smile. “Shut up, Yunho. You’re the one who told me to be nice to him.”
Wooyoung chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Mingi’s temple. “I like it when you’re like this… relaxed. It’s… different, but really nice.”
After finishing some of the food, the three of them wandered along a flower-lined path. Mingi stayed close to Wooyoung, keeping his usual composed exterior, but there were moments when he’d sneak small touches—fingers brushing along Wooyoung’s arm, leaning in slightly when he thought Yunho wasn’t watching. Yunho caught every subtle gesture, smirking knowingly.
“See that?” Yunho whispered softly to Wooyoung. “That’s him… half-control, half-melted. He’s showing you the parts he usually keeps hidden.”
Wooyoung’s chest warmed at the thought. “I see it… and I love it,” he murmured, letting his hand hover near Mingi’s, eventually brushing fingertips in a lazy, teasing connection.
As the sun began to dip, they returned to the blanket. Wooyoung pulled out the polaroid camera again, snapping pictures of Mingi making exaggerated serious faces while Yunho leaned over him, grinning. Mingi rolled his eyes but laughed softly, a rare sound reserved for moments of complete ease.
Eventually, they lay back on the blanket, looking up at the sky as stars began to appear. Mingi’s head rested lightly on Wooyoung’s chest, hands tucked close, breathing soft but steady. Wooyoung’s fingers tangled in his hair, brushing gently along his scalp.
“You feel warm,” Mingi murmured quietly, voice softened by the peaceful evening.
“Of course,” Wooyoung replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You’re safe with me. With both of us.”
Yunho draped an arm over Wooyoung’s waist, leaning in closer, letting his fingers brush both Mingi and Wooyoung in gentle, reassuring strokes. “I think you two are perfect together,” he said softly, voice low, almost reverent. “Even when Mingi tries to stay in control, I can see how much he’s letting you in, Woo.”
Mingi’s cheeks pinked slightly at Yunho’s words, biting the inside of his lip, but he didn’t shift away. Instead, he nuzzled closer to Wooyoung, half his usual composure gone, content to just exist between the two of them. “I… like this. Being with you like this,” he admitted quietly.
Wooyoung smiled, brushing a hand down Mingi’s back and over his shoulder. “Me too… it’s nice to just… be. No pressure, no expectations. Just us.”
Yunho pressed a soft kiss to Wooyoung’s temple. “And that’s why breakfast tastes even better,” he murmured. “Because it’s not just food—it’s the three of us, together.”
Mingi snorted softly, a rare laugh slipping out as he snuggled fully against Wooyoung, fingers curling around his side. “I guess… you’re right,” he said, voice light and teasing, though his body remained pliant and warm against Wooyoung’s.
Wooyoung pressed another soft kiss to Mingi’s temple, then glanced at Yunho, who was still watching them with that calm, teasing smile. “I love mornings like this,” he murmured, voice soft, heart full.
The three of them stayed wrapped in each other, sharing bites of toast, soft touches, and quiet laughter, the world beyond the park fading away. Mingi’s usually controlled demeanor melted into moments of vulnerability, Wooyoung basked in it, and Yunho’s calm presence held everything together, making the day feel intimate, warm, and infinitely gentle.
"I need to know something." Wooyoung said, leaning against Mingi while Yunho’s head was in his lap.
"What's that?" Yunho asked as he rotated a bit to look up at him. Wooyoung felt his cheek flush.
"Are you guys.. usually this active?" Wooyoung wasn't sure he could keep up with their stamina. Even when switching between being the top and the bottom. He certainly had enough love for two, but stamina? Maybe not so much.
"Oh, um.. yeah. Actually." Yunho admitted sheepishly.
"Oh." Wooyoung didn't know what else to say.
"We usually have sex every morning. Maybe then some. Like when you accidentally came in on us.." Mingi explained, his hand drapped over Wooyoung’s shoulder. Wooyoung was twisting the ring on his fingers.
"Is there something wrong with it..?" Yunho asked softly as he reached up and stroked Wooyoung’s chin softly.
"No, it's just.. I have a really hard time keeping up."
"Oh, Woo." Yunho laughed. "It isn't usually that intense, baby. Or that long. It just was because you were there. It was our first taste. You also don't have to be involved fully everytime."
"There's three of us for a reason. Sometimes one of us won't be in the mood and the others will be. Duo sex is fine. Just two of us. Just as long as we remember it's all three of us." Mingi shrugged as he rubbed Wooyoung’s fingers softly with his.
Wooyoung exhaled, a little tension leaving his shoulders as he leaned further into Mingi. “Okay… I just… I don’t want to slow you guys down,” he admitted quietly, voice tinged with both worry and affection.
“You could never slow us down,” Mingi said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Wooyoung’s temple. “We want you here. With us. Even if you just… cuddle or watch. That’s enough sometimes.”
Yunho nodded, brushing his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. “Exactly. And you’re not expected to do everything at once. You’re learning, figuring it out. We love when you try, but even if you need breaks, it’s fine. We’ll adapt. Always.”
Wooyoung’s hand curled into Mingi’s, heart swelling. “I just… I feel like I want to do more for you guys, not just… watch or be… half in it.”
Mingi tilted his head, brushing their noses together lightly. “That’s why we’re patient with you, silly. You have plenty of time. You already give us so much, just by being here and caring.”
Yunho leaned in, lips ghosting over Wooyoung’s ear. “And trust me… when you’re ready to take the lead, we’ll guide you. But we’ll never push you beyond what you can handle.”
Wooyoung pressed a soft kiss to Mingi’s cheek, then glanced at Yunho with a small smile. “I guess… I just needed to hear that.”
“You did, baby,” Yunho murmured, fingers brushing along his jawline. “We’ve got all the time in the world. And sometimes… just lying here like this is the best part.”
Mingi hummed, curling closer against Wooyoung, resting his head on his chest. “Yeah… it’s nice… quiet… just us.”
Wooyoung shifted slightly, Mingi curling closer into his chest, warm and pliant. Yunho rested his head lightly on Wooyoung’s shoulder, one arm draped over him, fingers idly tracing along his side. The three of them breathed quietly together, the soft rhythm of hearts and the occasional sigh filling the room.
“You’re awfully quiet, Woo,” Mingi murmured after a while, voice teasing but soft. “Thinking about… last night?”
Wooyoung’s cheek warmed, but he couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe a little,” he admitted. “It was… a lot. But… good.”
Yunho hummed in agreement, brushing his thumb along Wooyoung’s arm. “You handled it better than I expected,” he teased gently. “I was half-expecting you to get flustered and freeze up.”
“I—” Wooyoung laughed softly, “I did get flustered. A lot. But you both… make it feel… safe, I guess.”
Mingi tilted his head, brushing his lips against Wooyoung’s collarbone. “Safe, huh? That’s good… but sometimes safe can be fun, too.” His fingers twined with Wooyoung’s, gentle but firm, pulling him just slightly closer.
Wooyoung shivered at the touch, the warmth and closeness making his stomach tighten in that familiar, pleasurable way. “Mmm… you’re already soft like this, but you’re usually so… composed. I like seeing this side of you,” he murmured.
Mingi chuckled, nuzzling against Wooyoung’s neck. “I like it when you notice. Makes me feel… wanted, I guess. You and Yunho together…” He paused, catching Wooyoung’s gaze. “It’s nice… being wanted by both of you.”
Yunho’s lips curved into a soft smile. “And we always will. Don’t think for a second that you have to keep up perfectly with us, Woo. Just being here is more than enough.”
Wooyoung pressed a kiss to Mingi’s hair, then glanced at Yunho. “I… I think I understand that now. And I want… to try more. Not rush, just… explore slowly.”
Mingi hummed, soft and approving, tracing lazy circles along Wooyoung’s chest. “I like that. We can take it slow. But sometimes… I might want to be a little more demanding. You okay with that?”
Wooyoung laughed, fingers brushing over Mingi’s wrist. “I think I can handle it… with your guidance, of course.”
Yunho smirked softly, squeezing Wooyoung’s side. “See? You’re already learning. And we’ll make it fun—safe, exciting, and slow at your pace.”
Mingi snuggled even closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Wooyoung’s lips. “Good… because I like having you like this. Close. Soft. Mine… for now.”
Wooyoung let out a small laugh, brushing his lips against Mingi’s forehead. “And I like being yours. Both of yours,” he said, glancing at Yunho. “I’m… really happy. With you two.”
The three of them stayed like that for a long while, tangled together, laughing softly, pressing gentle kisses, and enjoying the calm intimacy of the morning. Wooyoung felt his nerves from earlier melt completely, replaced by warmth, love, and the contentment of being completely accepted by both Mingi and Yunho.
Even as the day outside moved on, the world in their little cocoon of sheets, limbs, and quiet touches felt perfect—soft, safe, and theirs entirely. The birds were chirping and the sun glowed warm on the pairing.
Wooyoung pressed a slow kiss to Mingi’s temple, and Yunho’s hand brushed along his side, fingers tracing lazy patterns. Everything was calm… cozy… perfect.
Until a tiny buzzing sound reached Mingi’s ears.
“Uh… uh… what’s that?” Mingi muttered, eyebrows knitting together. Before Wooyoung or Yunho could even process it, a bee had hovered right near Mingi’s face.
“AHHHH!” Mingi screamed, jolting upright in one smooth motion that was anything but smooth. In a panic, he shoved Wooyoung and Yunho off him, both of them yelping as they tumbled to the side of the blanket, on the grass.
“What—Mingi?!” Wooyoung sputtered, still clutching the blanket as he scrambled to his feet. Yunho’s hair was sticking up from the fall, but he couldn’t help laughing, holding his stomach.
“You… you just… threw us off you over a bee?!” Mingi was flailing, hopping around the blanket like a human pinball.
“IT’S A BEE! IT’S A BEE!” His hands waved wildly in the air, trying to shoo it away while simultaneously shielding his face. Wooyoung pressed a hand to his mouth, stifling laughter.
“You’re usually so calm… suave… and now you’re literally panicking over a bee! Mingi! It's just a bee!” Mingi spun toward him, face pink from fear—and maybe a little embarrassment.
“I—It’s huge! It’s flying! And I’m… delicate!” Yunho finally managed to sit up, still chuckling.
“Delicate, huh? That’s one way to put it. You’re usually the composed one, and now you’re… this.” He gestured dramatically at Mingi’s flailing arms and bouncing legs. Wooyoung crept closer cautiously, still giggling.
“Don’t worry… I’ve got you,” he said, inching forward like it was some kind of epic rescue mission. Mingi froze for a split second, then squealed, lunging backward, only to trip over the edge of the blanket.
“I’M FINE! I’M FINE! GO AWAY, BEE!”
Finally, Yunho managed to shoo the bee away with a pillow, and Mingi sank onto the blanket, panting, still pink-cheeked. Wooyoung wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. “See? Nothing to worry about. You’re safe.”
Mingi hid his face in Wooyoung’s chest, muttering, “I… I hate bees… and you two… stop laughing at me…”
Yunho smirked, leaning over to kiss Wooyoung’s temple. “Don’t worry… we’ll tease him forever about this. It’s too good to pass up.”
Wooyoung laughed, holding Mingi a little tighter. “Yeah… but he’s still ours, panicked bee attacks and all.”
Mingi groaned softly into Wooyoung’s chest, muttering, “I’m never letting a bee near me again…”
And with that, the trio settled back into the blanket pile, laughter still lingering, hearts warm, and the moment somehow even more intimate—despite the chaos of a single, pesky little bee.
"I think... I'm thinking I'm ready for you guys to meet my friends." Wooyoung announced.
"Wait really?" Yunho asked. His head popping up from Wooyoung’s lap. "Are you sure?" He asked taking Wooyoung’s hand in his. He nodded.
"Why not? We're official. Things are going great. We're soulmates. What's stopping us?"
"Nothing." Mingi replied.
"Exactly."