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content: lee "gumayusi" minhyung x gn! reader, steamy (no smut), mutual pining. warnings: swearing, lots of sexual tension, jealousy, making out, borderline sexual content, no genitals mentioned.
summary: you can feel it. the tension in the air is thick, filled with yearning and desire. but can he feel it too?
word count: 2.5k
note: of course my first t1 fic had to be about him… hopefully this reaches the right audience. please, do enjoy <3 [not beta read]
your entire friendship with lee minhyung was all a blur. well, it wasn’t really. not until recently.
the thin line between friendship and what can only be described as deep-rooted yearning and desire.
it started when he sat a little too close to you during a game of mario kart. funnily enough, you’d never really minded him sitting near you, but the way his skin grazed against yours felt strange. in that moment, it was as if there were only the two of you in the space. the proximity was thrilling, and you felt so much smaller beside him. it made your heart race.
glancing up at him, you stare at his face, trying to figure out what you were feeling. alas, it only made it worse. this heat from deep within your core coiled, this feeling of utter bliss building slowly. it could almost be described as orgasmic.
when he’d won, you turned, mentally readying yourselg for his bragging and insults. but that didn’t happen. all it took was one look at him for that feeling in the pit of your stomach to stir. his long hair framed his face perfectly, his deep, hazel eyes pulling you in, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk made your heart flutter.
“gotcha,” he said, voice low and arrogant. instead of the usual annoyance that’d course through your veins, you felt oodly drawn to him. it took all your self-control to not lunge at him right there and then. you had to clear your throat and quickly look away to avoid anymore embarrassment.
yet you couldn’t shake this feeling. the way he looked at you, the way he ignited a fire inside you that you now deemed insatiable. you felt damned, unable to claw at the itch this yearning stirred within you.
this torturous thirst, a thirst that claimed your heart, body, and soul– fuck, this tantalising thirst. alas, the only thing that would quench this sickening thirst, was lee minhyung himself.
you needed him badly.
god, sometimes you hated how much you wanted him. how badly you wanted him. to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. you craved the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against yours– you wanted him in ways you couldn’t comprehend.
if only he knew how the most sinful thoughts you had were caged behind your self-restraint and respect for the friendship. you held all of it back.
wooje was the only one you could (partially) confide in. he was your closest friend aside from minhyung and didn’t judge you as much as you knew the others would.
“sheesh, that sounds like a nightmare,” he said nonchalantly, offering you some of his water. “so, what’re you gonna do about it?”
you blink comically, sipping slowly. “what d’ya mean?”
he arches an eyebrow, giving you a more judgemental look. “are you going to find a way to tell him? or just keep quiet?”
you sigh, flopping onto the boy’s bed. “i don’t know,” you admit in defeat. “like, what the fuck am i supposed to say? ‘hey, i think you’re hot, wanna hold hands and make out?’ no way,” you huff while wooje lets out an amused snort.
“well, if you don’t tell him about this, your friendship is as good as gone, y’know,” he mumbles, fingers flying across his keyboard as you groan.
“i hate how right you are.”
the boy smirks. “i’m always right.”
rolling your eyes, you’re about to throw a snarky comment back when someone knocks on his door. “come in!” wooje shouts, eyes still fixed on his screen.
you scoff, turning to look at whoever what knocked. and there, stood minhyung in the doorway, staring straight at you.
“what’s up, hyung?” he asks, turning to look at the older male. he notices how he’s fixated on you, and turns to your direction. “ye?”
minhyung snaps out of his daze, apologising under his breath. you cock your head in confusion, wondering why he was so flustered.
looking back at wooje, you’re not surprised that he had turned to you and shoots a mischevious look. the sly grin on his face elicits an eye roll from you, followed by a deep sigh.
“sorry, wooje-ya, i was looking for y/n.”
your head shoots up when he says your name. “me?” you question as he nods, beckoning for you to follow him. “well, guess it’s my lucky day,” you mutter under your breath as the younger male bursts into a fit of laughter.
minhyung is utterly confused when you whack wooje’s head, leaving the boy laughing even harder. “ignore him, let’s go,” you grumble, glaring at the boy one last time before closing his room door. “so, what did you need me for?”
the man looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “are you and wooje dating?”
“huh?”
your confused expression is rather amusing to minhyung, but he doesn’t falter. “no, i’m not dating wooje. where is this even coming from?” you ask, waving your hands around.
he lets out a relieved sigh. “now what’s that supposed to mean?” you question, even more confused than before. “what does my dating life have to do with you anyways, minhyung?”
“let’s talk in private, yeah?”
you turn around, ready to kick up a fuss, when you see sanghyeok and hyeonjun standing at the end of the hall. the amused expression on the younger boy’s face has you scowling, but the grin on the older male’s face as he waves at you is perplexing. what on earth was going on?
before you could protest, minhyung had grabbed your hand, pulling you into his own room. “good luck, y/n!” hyeonjun’s voice echoes in the hallway as sanghyeok giggles. “bet they’re gonna…” their voices trailed off after that.
as minhyung closed the door, you sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. this was simply nerve-wrecking. what on earth did he want to discuss so privately? you bit your bottom lip as you pondered.
“so…” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you look up at him as he visibly gulps. “i’m sorry that question was so out-of-pocket,” he says sheepishly.
“it’s fine, minhyung,” you clarify. “but why’d you ask?”
he sighs, sitting next to you on his bed. not too close that you were uncomfortable, but not too far that he wasn’t distant. “you gotta promise you won’t judge or laugh at me first.”
you raise your hand awkwardly, as if you were taking an oath as he chuckles. woah, that stirred something inside of you, but you chose to ignore it.
he inhales, still hesitant to speak. you’re about to reach for his hand, wanting to caress his knuckles with your thumb. you want to touch him, but you know that electrifying feeling will only spur you to crave more. you still had some dignity in you (or did you really?)
before your imagination can take you further, minhyung speaks, snapping you out of your daze. “i’ve been feeling these emotions that are so…” he trails off, trying to find the words he needs. “so strong. so confusing. i don’t know what it is, but it’s like a magnetic pull. i can’t help but… be drawn to you.”
oh my god. you swear you’re about to combust right there and then. is your face flushed? you can feel it heating up. oh my goodness, this can’t be happening. you needed someone to pinch you (there’s no one around, so you pinch yourself). ow.
minhyung grabs your hand suddenly and you feel a shiver run down your spine as he let out a soft gasp. oh my god, he was feeling this too.
as he speaks, minhyung slowly moves closer to you, and you welcome it. “you’re gorgeous, smart, talented– and my god, so funny. it hurts to not be with you. i can’t breathe without you near me. god, y/n,” his breath is heavy, eyes glazed.
you’re tempted to lunge forward and take him right there and then, but you hold back, waiting for him to finish.
“i cannot live without you.”
you intertwine your fingers with his slowly, finally letting out that deep breath you had been holding in. “i’m completely in love with you too, minhyung. i thought i was the only one feeling this way,” you confess as his eyes lit up.
“how could you think that?” he asks, eyes big and wide. “i thought i was being painfully obvious.”
“i didn’t want to assume. our friendship meant too much to me,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “god, the tension between us has been killing me.”
minhyung tilts his head awkwardly. “i didn’t know how to approach it. didn’t want to seem like i had inappropriate intentions with you,” he rolls his eyes at the thought. “god forbid.”
he leans back, legs spreading open as he lets out a relieved sigh. you’re doing your best to not stare because the feeling in the pit of your stomach had still not gone. was it disrespectful to be thinking such heinous thoughts after minhyung had just poured his heart out to you?
probably.
you look at his face shyly, trying to gauge a reaction from him. surprisingly, he was staring straight at you, the look on his face setting your stomach on fire.
gulping, you slowly turn around. you had to test the waters. you’d never know otherwise, would you?
“minhyung-ah,” you begin, gripping onto his soft sheets. “would it be okay if we…” you pause, unsure of how to continue.
the smirk on his face turns you on beyond belief and you shudder, trying to compose yourself. “would it be okay if we acted on these feelings right now?”
he leans forward, breath hot. “i thought you’d never ask,” he mumbles, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.
you lick your lips unconsciously and he inhales a sharp breath. “may i?” you point at his lap hesitantly as he nods, cheeks aflame. scratch that, his whole body was on fire from anticipation.
with a deep breath, you climb onto his lap. “are…” you trail off, gulping nervously. “are you sure you want this?”
minhyung’s large hands slowly slide onto your hips, his breathing ragged. “i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he sighs as you cup his face gently.
“fuck, i’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasp, indulging in his burning touch. his fingers traced your hips, admiring you like a masterpiece. “i need you so bad.”
a roll of your hips elicits a moan from guma. “oh my god,” he pants, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his head back. “you’re absolutely gorgeous— fucking perfection,” his voice is raspy and that stirs something deep inside you.
“minhyung, please,” you beg, resting your forehead against his. “fuck, please let me kiss you. please, please, god, i need to taste you.”
he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. “don’t have to ask me twice,” he mutters before lunging forward and kissing you with vigour.
the kiss was addictive. you couldn’t get enough of it. his lips were like a light, intoxicating wine, and god be damned, you’d become an alcoholic for him.
the feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hips jerking upwards for even an ounce of friction— everything was overwhelming. but even with all that, you wanted more. you needed more.
every time you pulled back for air, you’d feel his hot breath against your lips. his large, glazed eyes, the way he licked his lips, still staring at yours, all this made you even more breathless. you knew he wanted more. you knew he needed more. more of you. and this wasn’t just lust, no, it was pure desire. which made it all the more exciting.
“more, please,” he’d pant, staring into your eyes before kissing you again. your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he kissed you like his life depended on it. your tongue darted out, slipping between his lips as he gasped. his tongue against yours was soft, but eager, as if he was trying to taste you.
this was insane. after so long, wondering if he felt the same, wondering if the tension you felt was just in your head, you could finally kiss minhyung, touch him, feel him. he was yours. euphoria was an understatement to how you felt.
every time you pulled away, he’d chase after your lips, a whine emitting from his throat. it turned you on even more knowing how much he wanted you.
“god, you’re divine,” he moans, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “i’d worship you for the rest of your life if you’d let me.”
“you can do whatever you want with me, minhyung,” you shamelessly spew. “as long as you’re by my side– i don’t care.”
he leaned in, breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses on your neck. you let out a gasp, clutching onto his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. through this, his hands continued to wander. he caressed your stomach, down to your plush thighs.
the heat that pooled between your legs grew as he fingers traced circles in your inner thighs. “minhyung,” you gasped, holding onto him even tighter.
“shh, just relax,” he whispered into your ear as you whined. “let me make you feel good.”
his fingers inched closer and closer to your clothed core. you unknowingly moved your hips against his touch, yearning and craving for at least a morsel of friction. anything would do right now.
minhyung chuckled as he pulled your shorts aside, ready to work his hands to pleasure you and make up for lost time.
that is, until you’re both startled by the very loud banging on his door. you both jump at the sound, heads whipping to stare at the entrance.
“ya lee minhyung!” hyeonjun’s voice boomed through the door. “we have a meeting to get to!” he shouts as you hear wooje and minseok giggling.
“sorry to interrupt your… personal time,” sanghyeok jokes. “but we have work to get to,” he says calmly. “so your couple time is gonna have to wait.”
embarrassment began to settle in as minhyung groaned, clearly irritated. “i forgot about that,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.
you laugh. “it’s okay,” you smile. “we can continue this later, can’t we?” you arch an eyebrow playfully as he hums.
looking up at you, he smiles sweetly. “i love you, y/n. i always will.”
“and i love you, minhyung. no matter what,” you lean in, savouring his lips once again with a smile.
“so did you guys use protection?” hyeonjun’s voice continued through the door. “or did you guys not get to boom shakalaka?”
“SHUT UP!”