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Aug 26, 2024

Destined…

Yeosang/Mingi

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking and slight fuckery 🤭 oh and its GAY so if you dont like then dont read!!

A/N: so i really really really love this ship so fucking much?? idk if its the thing where they say they don’t have each others phone numbers or they are supposedly “awkward” around each other got the gears turning and had me think up so many scenarios 🤭 and besides some fics on ao3 i couldn’t really find much?? (please link me some if im wrong)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

“Yeosang!” Wooyoung’s voice rang in Yeosang’s ears as he finally snapped out of his sudden trance while playing their usual silly drinking game. “Did you hear me? I said, never have i ever gotten road head.”

The younger explained and Yeosang immediately put his last finger down, taking a sip of his drink and causing the others seated around the coffee table to cheer loudly. “Damn, what haven’t you done?” San asked with a chuckle as he cleared the empty beer bottles from the table. Yeosang sighed, “It’s exactly why I didn’t wanna play, I always lose.” He said as he stood up from his spot on the floor and headed to the bathroom.

He shut the door behind him, slumping down to the floor to catch his breath. His heart ached, his gut almost nauseous as he replayed Mingi’s prior prompt during the game.

“Never have I ever fucked a guy.”

The nerve of him to say that, right in front of the guy he had definitely fucked. He sighed deeply, standing up and checking his reflection in the mirror. Yep, he indeed was that same Yeosang that Mingi had denied, and he hated that it affected him so much.

There was a knock at the door, “Hold on,” Yeosang called out. “It’s me,” a familiar deep voice resounded from behind the door. Yeosang groaned audibly, earning a small laugh from Mingi as he opened the door to face him. He was met with a sly smirk on the taller man’s face, “You good?” he asked as he walked in.

Yeosang closed the door and leaned against it, avoiding eye contact with the younger man. “Yeah, you?” Mingi checked himself out in the large mirror, “Yeah.”

A short conversation, unnecessary even, as Yeosang watched Mingi run his fingers through his thick red hair, forming it back into whatever well quaffed hairstyle he had before the girl he brought with him messed it up as they made out in front of everyone.

Mingi moved back over to him, his eyes looking Yeosang up and down with a bite to his lower lip. “You look so good,” his voice trailed off to a whisper as he leaned in, easily caging the shorter man against the door. Mingi’s lips began kissing gently along his neck, trailing a hot path up to his ear where he nibbled on the older man’s earlobe. “Thanks, so do you.” Yeosang huffed as Mingi’s hands moved to rest on his bare waist exposed beautifully by the tight crop top he opted to wear that night. Mingi hummed into his ear, “Can I sleep over tonight?”

Yeosang pushed Mingi back, “Are you serious? After what you said? And what about your girlfriend?!” Yeosang spat, that same devilish smirk appearing on Mingi’s face once again. “What about her?” he said as he cocked his head to the side. Yeosang shook his head, of course he was just playing everyone he kept around him. Did the girl even know about him? Yeosang’s mind began to race with thoughts, his heart beginning to ache again cause of the man before him and his carefree attitude towards whatever relationship he thought they had. “Didn’t you just wanna be fuck buddies? What’s the problem?” Mingi asked as he walked towards the door. He looked down at Yeosang, as if waiting for a response while still opening the door to leave. “It’s nothing,” Yeosang said, walking ahead of him and heading back to the living room.

Upon joining the others, Wooyoung tried to get him to play another drinking game but he refused and grabbed his phone he had left on the coffee table. “Try to keep it down please, I’m going to bed.” Wooyoung simply nodded in response as he shuffled the deck of cards in his hands. Yeosang walked by Mingi on the way to his room, neither one of then acknowledging the other.

After a warm shower to clear his mind of the night’s events, Yeosang slipped into his pajamas and settled into bed. The laughs and cheers of his roommates and guests dying down as the night went on. After scrolling through his phone for about an hour, he finally got that usual message from Mingi.

“You up?”

Yeosang rolled his eyes by how comically cliche his life had become, all for sex with a guy that probably didn’t even like him.

“Just make sure you shower before getting in my bed.”

Mingi walked in after about half an hour, shirtless and with the most unnecessarily tight boxers that Yeosang had ever seen. He admired the way they hugged his lower half perfectly. The absolute fuckery of this situation suddenly the last thing on his mind as the muscular man walked over to him.

The bed dipped under Mingi’s weight, his bare face and glowing skin from his nightly routine causing Yeosang’s breath to hitch in his throat. Seeing him like this always made him realize just how lucky he was to be able to be around someone as gorgeous as he was. And how lucky he was to share a bed with him.

“You like me or something?” Mingi asked as he moved closer, laying next to his older bandmate. Yeosang sighed holding back a blush, “You can’t possibly be that full of yourself,” Yeosang moved to straddle Mingi, not wasting any time in rubbing their clothed bulges together with a swift move of his hips. Mingi chuckled, “I can’t? Have you seen me?” he teased with an eyebrow raised. Yeosang playfully put his hands around Mingi’s neck, “Please shut the fuck up.”

He then closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a fervor. Yeosang hated him, he was sure of it. He hated his soft plump lips, his strong hands that gripped him tightly and that dumb, deep sexy voice of his that coaxed him so sweetly through every orgasm.

Mingi was unlike any other lover he had before, it’s probably why he kept coming back despite everything. If only his personality matched everything else, he’d be the perfect boyfriend for him.

Mingi gripped his hips tightly, easily pushing Yeosang onto his back, hovering over him before leaning in to suck hickeys onto his skin. His lips trailed down his lean body, kissing the soft outlines of his chest and abs. “Fucking perfect.” Mingi’s raspy voice echoing through his ears as his hands and mouth worked frantically to arouse him even further.

Yeosang grabbed Mingi’s bright red locks, tugging hard as the younger placed gentle kisses on the stubbly skin right under his belly button, then moving lower to kiss the bulge in the elders shorts. “Mingi please,”

The younger man took notice of his pleas and finally pulled the older’s shorts down, letting his hard dick finally spring free. He tossed the shorts aside and took Yeosang’s legs by his ankles, opening them wider and moaning when he caught a glimpse of his cock and asshole.

“Are you?” Mingi asked as he lowered his head and began licking Yeosang’s tight asshole, slobbering all over his skin and pushing the tip of his tongue into him. “Y-yes, fuck please hurry up.”

Mingi pulled away with a loud smack of his lips, replacing his mouth with two of his thick fingers. “I like seeing you react like this though,” his thick fingers plunged into Yeosang’s asshole, just barely pushing up against his prostate to tease him.

Yeosang was about to plead once more, his mouth opening to complain but Mingi relented and went to the bedside table. He grabbed the lube and a condom, putting the foil package in between his lips gently. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto Yeosang’s hole, the sudden chill causing him to shiver.

He tore the condom open with his free hand and his lips and slipped it over himself swiftly. The elder turned to lay on his belly, looking back as Mingi lined himself up with his entrance, arching his back to give him better access. Mingi pushed the head of his cock against Yeosang’s slicked asshole, entering him slowly. Yeosang relaxed against him, the stretch as Mingi thrust in him fully making him whimper. God, he was so glad he skipped dinner, he thought to himself as Mingi bottomed out with a groan. Mingi’s big hands held Yeosang’s hands against his lower back, using them to pull himself further into him. He rolled his hips against the older man as he sighed deeply, “So much tighter than her, fuck!”

Yeosang turned back to look at Mingi, who seemed in an almost trance as he thrust into him faster and faster. Why the fuck was he talking about someone else right now? Mingi groaned and cursed as he picked up speed. Yeosang moaned along with him, the sudden pricking of tears at his eyes taking him by surprise as he felt Mingi’s hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to fuck deeper. “Yes Sangie, yes.”

Hearing his nick name fall from his lips was enough to break the damn and the tears began to fall. Yeosang buried his face in the blankets, crying and moaning at the same time awkwardly, his body betraying his mind as he craved more of the big man behind him. It was in this moment he realized he was just another one of Mingi’s toys being used, in whatever way he liked. The younger man began thrusting faster, chasing his high as Yeosang began tugging on his own cock. “I’m close Sangie.” Mingi huffed as he leaned down to place kisses on the older man’s neck and back. Mingi pumped into him a few more times, coming into the condom with a deep grunt. Yeosang cane into his hand as Mingi’s cock brought him over the edge, a muffled moan accompanied by what sounded like a whine met Mingi’s ears. “Yeosang?”

Mingi’s voice was hoarse as he moved the sweaty hair from Yeosang’s face, seeing the tears that were falling from his eyes. “You’re crying?” Mingi pulled out of him, the older man quickly reaching for his shorts and putting them back on. “Did I hurt you?” he asked as he stood up, pulling the condom off and discarding it in the nearby trash.

Yeosang wiped at his tears and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m fine, please just go.” Confused and wanting answers, Mingi didn’t budge. He moved to Yeosang’s side. “Please just tell me what I did?”

“Do you like me? Or am I some kind of sick fantasy for you? You have a girlfriend you fuck and then you come and fuck me like that? What exactly is this?” Yeosang spat, his sudden rambling catching even him by surprise. He turned away from Mingi, who just sat next to him and looked at the floor. “I’m not gay Yeosang, I just like having sex with you, and her, and I don’t want that to change.” He stood up and grabbed his boxers, shuffling into them and heading towards the door. “So you are just using me?” Yeosang sighed deeply, the younger man turning to him. “That’s what we agreed on isn’t it? Are you catching feelings? Is that why you were crying?” Yeosang stood up, taking one of the pillows on his bed and throwing it at Mingi, “Get the fuck out!” The younger obliged and quickly left, leaving Yeosang to cry his eyes out until he went to bed.

Yeosang would spend the next few days completely ignoring Mingi and pretending everything was fine. The argument they had the other night just another incident in his life of chasing after a fuckboy. He even blocked his number funnily enough, after finally having the real thing for only a few months.

After a long practice day, the four roommates were hanging out in their living room. Yeosang sat next to Wooyoung and watched as the man he was trying to ignore sat in front of him playing video games with San.

“Yeonjun is another really cute 99er, don’t you think?” Wooyoung asked as he watched the men play a fighting game in front of him, waiting patiently for his turn. Yeosang sighed and rolled his eyes, “Wooyo, please stop trying to hook me up, I’m not interested in dating right now.” His friend shook his head, “Who said anything about dating? I’m saying you should fuck him.” Wooyoung said bluntly. San chuckled, “Wow! So romantic, Youngie,” his boyfriend said sarcastically. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and ignored San’s comment.

“I don’t need help getting laid, but thanks, I guess?” Yeosang laughed and busied himself with his phone, tired of burning holes with his eyes into the back of Mingi’s head. “So, you are fucking someone? I knew it!” the younger man said as he moved closer. “Who is it? Do i know them? Are they in our company?” Wooyoung’s rapid fire questions went unanswered as his friend ignored him.

Mingi continued to click the buttons on the remote like it was nothing, reaching over San and grabbing a chip to munch on. “It’s none of your business.” Yeosang said and Wooyoung just moved in closer to him, “Ohhh? So you like them then huh? Not telling me about it means it’s serious.” he poked Yeosang’s cheek playfully as he waited to hear more.

Yeosang shook his head, laughing awkwardly, “Actually no, you just don’t need to know him thats all.” He immediately regretted saying too much as Wooyoung smiled wide showing all of his teeth “HIM?!” Wooyoung’s voice practically shattered the windows as he screamed and stood up on the couch.

“You’re having hot gay sex and not giving me any details?! What kind of a friend are you?!” Yeosang wanted to implode, to run away without having to answer and started inching his way off of the couch but Wooyoung held him down with his body, throwing himself on top of his friend.

San turned to them, a thick eyebrow raised, “They 99 too?” Yeosang scrunched his mouth into a line, “Absolutely not telling you that.” he said as he tried pushing Wooyoung off of him. “Okay okay, just tell me one thing then,” Wooyoung said with a sinister smile, “How’s the sex?”

Yeosang’s breath hitched as he involuntarily looked at Mingi, wondering what he could be thinking. He quickly darted his eyes to the TV, then in about twenty other directions. He soon realized however that he didn’t owe Mingi anything, not any kind words or even any kind of sympathy. And he still felt like shit after what he said to him the other night. He stilled his resolve and sighed.

“Not great.” Wooyoung let out a loud laugh and Mingi suddenly stopped pressing the buttons on the remote. San quickly took the opening and knocked out Mingi’s character. A loud “KO!” was heard in the silence of the room. San elbowed him, “The hell was that? you kinda just gave up there.” Mingi handed him the remote and stood up, “Tired,” was all he said before saying goodnight and heading off to his room.“Youngie,” San said with his deep voice as he handed his boyfriend the remote.

“Anyway, do you want Yeonjun’s number or not?” Wooyoung asked before eating a handful of gummy bears. Yeosang didn’t know how to answer, he was still taken aback by Mingi’s sudden departure after what he said. Did he strike a nerve? He couldn’t help but feel good about having that effect on him though, wondering if Mingi had ended up catching feelings too? Why else would he just get up and leave like that? He wondered how his former lover would react to seeing him with someone else, and decided to seize the opportunity to make him jealous. “Sure, give me his number.”

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It wasn’t long before 2Yeo became a thing, the term of course coined by Wooyoung. Yeonjun was sweet and so kind to him, the perfect boyfriend honestly. Yeosang couldn’t complain about much. But when it came to the sex, it just wasn’t as good as it was with Mingi.

They came back to the dorms late after another perfect date. They giggled and stumbled along the dark hallway to Yeosang’s room and were on each other as soon as the door was closed.

“Yeosang, fuck you feel so good,” Yeonjun’s voice was low and raspy as Yeosang rode him slowly. Yeonjun met his thrusts, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. Yeosang tugged on his own cock, feeling Yeonjun’s dick so deep inside prodding at his prostate, his peak bounding near. He shut his eyes, the sudden thought of Mingi’s deep voice in his ears praising him huskily. How could he even be thinking about someone else at this time? He was no better than Mingi in that regard as he remembered their last time together. Yeonjun was the first person he’d hooked up with since Mingi, so he couldn’t help but compare the two, but this was the absolute worst time to do so.

He shook the thoughts away and tried to focus on Yeonjun’s sweet moans under him as the man gripped his thighs tightly. His euphoric peak came over him, his next words betraying him and the person he was on top of. “Fuck, Mingi!” Yeosang cried out as he came, his hot seed spurting out onto Yeonjun’s abdomen.

Yeonjun was almost frozen under him as he opened his eyes finally, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. It only registered in his mind when he saw the look on Yeonjun’s face, “Oh shit, Yeonjun I’m sorry.” he yelped as he covered his face with his hands.

The man under him sat up on his elbows and looked at him, his cheeks red from embarrassment. “Wow,” he huffed as he looked at Yeosang, who had finally moved off of him. “God I’m so sorry, I was thinking of him and“ Yeonjun’s eyes went wide, “While you were fucking me?”

Yeosang shook his head trying to still the other’s anxiety, getting up and grabbing some tissues to clean him up. He wiped his release from Yeonjun’s stomach and took the condom off of him, “I promise it’s not like that, there’s nothing between me and Mingi, I swear.” He leaned over and gave Yeonjun a kiss once he was finished. “It just came out by mistake.” Yeonjun moved to stand up, “Don’t worry about it, its fine.” he lied and collected his scattered clothes off of the floor.

He quickly put his clothes back on, reaching for his phone on the nightstand and checking the time. “I have an early schedule tomorrow, so i should go.” Yeosang threw on some shorts and a shirt and hurried after him, “Let me walk you out.”

They exited his room and walked by the kitchen on the way to the front door. The last person Yeonjun probably wanted to see currently in the kitchen, shuffling around making something to eat. “Oh, hey Yeonjun.” Mingi said with a wave, one that Yeonjun simply ignored.

Yeosang suddenly felt sick, his stomach in knots and a cold sweat beginning to form on his brow. Yeonjun turned back and gave him a kiss once they reached the front door. He pulled away and rested his forehead on Yeosang’s, “Sorry if i was rude just now, I just wasn’t expecting to see him.” he said with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. Yeosang shook his head, “It’s okay, just call me later.”

After saying their goodbyes, Yeosang went back into the kitchen. “Your boyfriend’s fucking rude,” Mingi’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“He’s just tired,” the older man said, trying to excuse his boyfriends behavior. Mingi scoffed, his hands busy cooking as he looked over at Yeosang. “You hungry?” Yeosang shook his head, “No, I’ll probably just have some water and go to bed” He opened the cabinet that housed the cups and before he could even reach for one, Mingi came over and grabbed one for him. He took the glass, looking up into Mingi’s eyes, wanting to tell him about what happened but also not wanting to hurt Yeonjun in that way. He knew Mingi would just laugh and make fun of him so he just kept it to himself. “Thanks.”

Yeosang stood there watching him, a question still on his mind. “Do you remember when me and Wooyoung were talking and you suddenly left the room after what I said?” he asked as he filled the glass with water. Mingi chuckled, “You mean when you said I was a terrible lay?” he scraped his food out of the pan and onto the waiting dish near the stove.

“I didn’t say terrible,” he said and took a sip, “but I was trying to hurt your feelings.” Yeosang said reluctantly, unsure of how he’d take it. “Well, it worked.” Mingi took a big bite of his food. “We both know it’s not true, unfortunately.” Yeosang said with a sigh, his heart skipping a beat as a sudden heat washed over him. Mingi turned to him, a cocky smirk on his face. God he’d be lying if he said his dick didn’t just jump from that. Mingi walked up to him, backing him up against the counter and placing his hands on either side of the elder. “Really? Then why aren’t you in my bed right now?” Mingi practically growled as he leaned closer and inhaled Yeosang’s scent that he had missed so much.

Mingi brought Yeosang’s face to look up at him, “I probably deserved that, what you said to Wooyoung, I was horrible to you, I’m sorry.” Yeosang’s heart skipped a beat as Mingi kissed him softly. He wanted nothing more than to just melt against him, to pull him closer and kiss him back, but he knew he couldn’t. Yeosang pulled away first, “I have a boyfriend, Mingi.” His voice betrayed him as it cracked, his heart aching in his chest.

“Break up with him, please?” Mingi asked desperately. Yeosang felt tears stinging his eyes suddenly, the situation growing worse by the second. “But you said you didn’t feel the same, why are you saying all of this now?” Mingi turned away, rubbing his hair roughly, a loud groan escaping his mouth. “Cause I didn’t think it’d bother me so much seeing you with someone else!”

Yeosang realized in that moment that he finally got him, but at a price. The price being Yeonjun’s heart. “It’s a little too late now.” Yeosang turned away from him with a heavy heart. “I know,” the younger said, walking back to his food and taking a bite of his food angrily. Yeosang left without another word and headed back to his room before he did something he’d seriously regret.

The next day, there was a knock at Yeosang’s door, “It’s me,” Mingi said from the other side. Yeosang went to open it and was met with his bandmate in workout gear. “Uhm, did you wanna go to the gym?” Yeosang couldn’t help but smile at the younger’s shyness. The ultra charismatic rapper that always dazzled on stage, was currently in front of him avoiding his eyes. “Just the two of us?” Mingi nodded and turned to look down the hall, “Some of the guys are at the studio and Wooyoung and san don’t wanna go so,” Mingi sighed, “Actually forget it, it’s fine.” Yeosang grabbed his arm, “No I’ll go just give me a few minutes.”

Once Yeosang was done getting ready he met Mingi in the living room. Wooyoung looked over at his friend, “The two of you going somewhere?” his voice lowered as he stared between the two of them, “Alone?” Yeosang eyed his friend, wondering what he meant by that. Wooyoung flashed him a smile however, “Have fun!” he exclaimed and blew them both a kiss. Once they left, Wooyoung turned to San, “Yeosang said Mingi’s name while he fucked Yeonjun.” he said quickly, covering his mouth with his hands as if that would take back the words he just spoke. San choked on his drink at the news and then laughed way too hard at what he just heard.

After an intense workout session, one that was surprisingly as un- flirtatious as possible, they arrived back at the dorm. They heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen and Yeosang sighed deeply. “Fuck, he’s gonna think we were doing something together.” Mingi looked down at the shorter man, “We were though? We went to the gym? Why does it matter?” Yeosang just looked at Mingi, realizing he was making a big deal about it and should calm down or he’d have to tell Mingi why it would be a problem with them walking in together. “It’s nothing.” Yeosang headed to the kitchen and greeted his boyfriend that he wasn’t expecting to see.

“Hey babe.” Yeosang said with a sigh and came over to give Yeonjun a kiss. “Well I really hate to be a horrible host, but i should go.” Wooyoung’s voice was in a high pitched tone as if he knew he was in trouble. “Why?” Yeosang questioned his friend, seeing his demeanor suddenly change as Mingi walked in. Yeonjun’s eyes immediately went to Mingi and they exchanged a greeting, albeit a very awkward one. Yeosang then realized why his friend was acting so weird. He went over to him and pinched his arm playfully, mouthing a “You know?” so that only he could see.

San emerged from the hall and Wooyoung cheered. “Oh thank fuck, baby don’t we have something?” he asked as he walked over to his boyfriend, who was taken aback by his sudden statement. “What?” San asked and finally took in his surroundings. He looked between 2Yeo and Mingi who was now looking in the fridge. San chuckled and pulled Wooyoung into a back hug. “No I think we’re right where we’re supposed to be.” he said and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “Why are you shaking?” he asked Wooyoung as Mingi closed the fridge and looked amongst them all, “Can we order something? I’m starving.”

They all sat awkwardly in the living room, waiting for the food. Mingi stared at Yeonjun as he sat closely to the man he already accepted as his. Yeosang stared at Wooyoung, silently seething and regretting ever inviting him to audition at KQ. San did his best to hold back his laughter at the whole situation, his boyfriend next to him practically vibrating with anxiety. “So anyway, Hongjoong suggested we throw a party,” San’s voice finally broke the silence, “Yeonjun, you’re more than welcome to come of course, and tell your members too.” Mingi rolled his eyes at the suggestion, his body language getting tense as he absentmindedly watched whatever was on the TV. “Cool, I’ll let them know,” Yeonjun said and turned to Wooyoung, “You should see if Changbin is free, and the others.” Wooyoung went on his phone and began typing, “Thats a great idea!”

“Mingi are you single?” Yeonjun asked as he pulled Yeosang closer. Yeosang looked at his boyfriend, wondering where he was going with this and if he should stop him. “Yeah, why?” Mingi turned to their guest, his position on the couch changing as he focused. He leaned forward, his forearms on his thighs, looking ready to jump up and fight him if he had to for whatever reason. Yeosang felt a wave of heat erupt over his body as he looked between Mingi’s legs, his manspread in his workout shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. God he hated how attracted he still was to him.

Yeonjun cocked his head to the side, “I hear Felix is single too and he seems like your type.” Yeosang’s heart fell to his stomach, what the fuck was Yeonjun trying to do? “How would you even know my type?” Mingi asked, but before Yeonjun could retort, the doorbell rang, signaling that their food was here. “Finally!” Wooyoung yelped as he stood suddenly, “I’m in a hell of my own creation.” he said under his breath as he opened the front door and grabbed their food.

The presence of food meant that the conversation ended, the men too busy enjoying their meals. They soon cleaned up and San offered everyone some beer as they relaxed. Yeosang could tell there was something on Yeonjun’s mind so he reached over and put a hand on his thigh, “What’s up with you?” His question fell on deaf ears however as Yeonjun seemed determined to find out some kind of truth.

“Are the two of you fucking?” Yeonjun said unprompted. Wooyoung turned to San slowly, hoping he had an answer for their current predicament. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” Mingi cursed as he looked over at Yeonjun, already on edge having to see them so close to one another. “Babe, why are you asking that? There’s nothing between us, there never was.” Yeosang lied and averted Mingi’s hurt gaze. “Then why did you say his name when we fucked? There has to be a reason right?” Wooyoung and San stood up in unison finally ready to make their escape. They shuffled around the coffee table awkwardly as they made their exit, quickly running to their room and closing the door. Those who remained in the living room could hear Wooyoung let out a muffled scream.

“You didn’t have to bring that up in front of him, are you trying to embarrass me?” Yeosang’s voice was low as he looked down at his hands. Mingi who hadn’t responded with much more than a frown upon seeing Yeosang so upset, swallowed his pride, although he wanted nothing more than to put Yeonjun in his place. “Like he said, there’s nothing going on, and nothing has ever happened between us.” Yeonjun sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair. “Okay, then I’m probably just overthinking things, sorry.”

After the awkward conversation and a kiss of reassurance to Yeonjun as he left, Mingi and Yeosang were now alone. Yeosang felt a pang of guilt in his chest, even though technically he hadn’t done anything wrong. “Do you even like him, Sangie?” Mingi’s soft and low voice pulled him from his thoughts. Yeosang nodded, “He’s good to me. He’s kind and genuine, he’s caring and says all the right things.” the man’s voice trailed off in thought as all he could do was compliment his boyfriend, but not admit that he didn’t really feel anything towards him.

“But do you like him?” Mingi asked again as he moved closer to Yeosang. He looked at Mingi with tears in his eyes and shook his head. “I haven’t stopped liking you, Mingi.” Mingi pulled him in close, embracing him tightly as he cried.

That night Yeosang lay in bed, messaging Wooyoung about his dilemma. His friend offered him his best advice, which just ended in him having to break up with Yeonjun. A message from Mingi appeared, his number now unblocked thanks to their gym date.

“did you really say my name while he fucked you?”

Yeosang’s face got hot as he read the message. He then let out a groan as he contemplated his life choices.

“Yeah I did“

He watched the three dots dance as Mingi typed, hoping whatever he had to say wasn’t going to embarrass him further.

“That’s so fucking hot Sangie”

Yeosang felt his stomach jump at the message, biting his lip as he teased the idea of flirting.

“I was thinking of you, while i was riding him, and it just came out”

Yeosang reached down into his shorts and began to tug on his dick, waiting for Mingi’s response.

“You’re making me so fucking hard right now, want you so bad.”

Yeosang contemplated letting the man into his bed, the fleeting thought sending a pang of guilt to his heart. He didn’t stop touching himself though. He reached into his bedside drawer, pulled out the lube and squirted enough in his hand to aid in his ministrations. He shut his eyes and thought about Mingi. He remembered the delicious stretch of his big cock going in and out of him relentlessly. A small moan escaped his lips as his phone buzzed.

He opened the message and watched in awe as Mingi stroked himself in the video he just sent him. His hand pumped fast, the sound of his slicked skin made Yeosang buck up into his hand harder. He knew what he was doing was wrong, in every way, but he couldn’t stop himself. He moved to position himself on his knees, putting a pillow in front of him to support his phone as he recorded himself. He tugged on his dick harder and faster, his abs clenching as he let out a moan. “M-Mingi, fuck me.” he huffed out as he fucked up into his hand seeking his release. He came in no time, his cum spurting out in thick ribbons over his hand and abs. He shakily took the phone, quickly sending the video to Mingi.

“fuck i love it when you say my name.”

Yeosang cleaned up with a tissue, quickly laying back down after putting his shorts back on. His mind reeled as he waited for whatever Mingi had to say next. He fall asleep unfortunately, not seeing Mingi’s response video until the next morning, a wave of guilt washing over him once again. ———————————————-

The night of the party finally arrived and as promised TXT and Stray Kids members were in attendance. Yeosang stayed on his boyfriend’s arm all night, feeling the need to redeem himself even though Yeonjun had no idea about his sexting session with Mingi.

Mingi managed to stay away from him too, chatting with his bestie Yunho and the other guests. Wooyoung observed their distance and chugged his drink, hoping this situation would work out in Mingi’s favor. Yeosang didn’t know that the two of them had been talking about what happened and how he was secretly rooting for his two bandmates to get together. The tension between them was thick and Wooyoung could only pretend to be nice for so long. As he contemplated his previous decision to introduce 2Yeo, he watched as Felix sat down next to Mingi. He was suddenly on high alert, as if he was tasked to be Yeosang and Mingi’s matchmaker. He went to his friend, smiling at Yeonjun as he asked to borrow his boyfriend.

Wooyoung pulled Yeosang into the bathroom, closing the door and breathing deeply. “We’re suddenly not the hottest twinks here!” Yeosang rolled his eyes knowing what he meant immediately. “He really didn’t need to wear a damn mini skirt but fuck his legs look incredible.” the older man said, referring to Felix’s choice of attire. “And Mingi’s all over him!” Wooyoung said and threw his hands in the air.

Yeosang raised a brow at him, “So what?” The younger man sighed dramatically, taking his friend’s shoulders in his hands and lightly shaking him. “That should be you! Fuck why haven’t you broken up with Yeonjun yet?!” Yeosang was taken aback, why did Wooyoung suddenly care about what happened between him and Mingi? “If I had known the two of you liked each other, I never would’ve given you Yeonjun’s number.” he said with a sigh.

“Mingi told you?” Yeosang asked as he placed a hand on his hip. “Don’t blame him! I basically forced it out of him, I needed to know after Yeonjun told me about uh, the incident.” Yeosang realized that Wooyoung knew the whole time, but didn’t pry even though he was the most nosy out of them all. “Do you think we’d be good together? He was kind of an asshole to me at first.” Yeosang explained letting wooyoung know it wasn’t always a mutual interest, or so he thought.

Wooyoung nodded, “I know, and he hates himself for it, he was just really unsure of his sexuality. I told him he doesn’t need to put a damn label on it! If he likes you then that’s all that matters right?” he sighed and checked himself out in the mirror, “The two of you are making me age rapidly.” Yeosang elbowed him playfully, “Thanks Wooyo, you’re nice when you’re not plotting.” he said and checked himself in the mirror next. “Oh I’m still plotting! And If you don’t break up with Yeonjun, I’ll do it for you!”

The two of them hugged and went back to the party. Wooyoung quickly went to San and kissed him deeply, surprising the man and pulling him from his conversation with Changbin. “Thank god you’re my soulmate.”

Yeosang laughed at his best friend’s interaction with his boyfriend and turned to finally deal with his “problem” next. He sighed deeply and stilled his nerves, contemplating how he’d start the conversation. He looked at Yeonjun who was talking and laughing with the others, his bright smile making his heart melt. He went through a couple of different scenarios in his mind, his attention suddenly turned towards the hall however. He watched in shock as Mingi and Felix walked out of Mingi’s room, his heart sinking to his gut. The hot blonde that stole the eyes of most of the men at the party adjusted his skirt as he walked by him and back to the couch. Mingi cleared his throat as he walked up to Yeosang, “It’s not what it looks like, he just wanted to see my PC.” the taller man explained, feeling as though he needed to explain himself. With the way Yeosang was fed up with this whole situation he just ignored Mingi and went to Yeonjun, whispering in his ear.

Mingi couldn’t help but smile as he watched 2Yeo head out of the apartment together. He turned to Wooyoung who gave him a very excited thumbs up with a face that looked like he wanted to cry.

Yeosang held Yeonjun’s hand in his as they walked outside. “Yeonjun I-“ as the man spoke Yeonjun cut him off with a sigh. “Did you ever even like me?” he asked as he pulled his hand away. “Did I do something wrong? Or was I not doing enough?” Yeosang took both of Yeonjun’s hands this time, meeting his gaze, “Yeonjun! You’re literally the perfect boyfriend, okay? I’m just, in love with someone else, I’m sorry.” he rubbed his hands with his thumbs, pulling him closer.

“Mingi?” he asked and Yeosang nodded. Yeonjun pulled away with a sigh, “Shit.” Yeosang began to feel lighter, his worries and burdens floating off of him with every word as he spoke. “You’ll make someone really happy Yeonjun, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be that person for you.” Yeonjun just nodded, “Right, I’m sorry too, for wasting your time.”

Mingi sat next to Felix as he waited for Yeosang to come back, the blonde going on about how many different gacha games he was currently playing. Yeonjun walked in first, going straight to his members Soobin and Beomgyu and whispering something to them. He then went and thanked Wooyoung for the invite and left without another word. Soobin and Beomgyu awkwardly waved goodbye to the other guests snd followed Yeonjun out of the apartment.

Yeosang went and poured himself a shot, throwing it back quickly as Wooyoung walked up to him. “Me too.” he said cheekily and pushed a shot glass next to Yeosang’s empty one. Yeosang poured them both a shot and they clinked the glasses together before clearing the shots with ease.

The party went on without any other issues, the guests laughing and enjoying themselves as the night went on. The party guests soon began to leave, but the twink of the hour came up to Mingi and gave him his number. He kissed him on the cheek and headed out with his members. Yeosang rolled his eyes snd went off to his room, Mingi following close behind as Wooyoung and San laughed loudly.

Mingi huffed as he entered Yeosang’s room, “Please don’t be mad at me I-“ the man’s words caught in his throat as he saw Yeosang clad in the tightest lace lingerie. “Close the door.” the older man commanded and Mingi obeyed, shutting the door loudly. Yeosang walked over to him, his lean and muscular body looking absolutely stunning as he strutted over. Mingi licked his lips in anticipation, gulping audibly as Yeosang reached down and palmed the taller man through his jeans. “You were wearing this the whole time? you look so fucking good, Sangie,” Mingi’s voice was so gravely and needy it made Yeosang whimper. “This isn’t the only thing I’ve been wearing all night.” he said and took Mingi’s hands, bringing them to rest on his plump rear. Mingi’s jaw dropped when his hands explored the expanse of Yeosang’s ass and his fingers landed on the plug in his asshole. “I’m going to be so fucking good to you, I promise Sangie.”

Yeosang’s heart swelled as the man of his dreams leaned in to kiss him, pulling him closer and walking him backwards to his bed. Yeosang turned and got on his knees, slowly crawling in front of Mingi to give him a better look at his rear. He heard the younger man’s breath hitch in his throat as he arched his back and moved his rear teasingly.

Mingi eagerly removed his clothes, got on his knees and pulled the plug from his lover’s asshole. Mingi immediately spit on the stretched out hole before him, burying his face into it tongue first. “Ah! Mingi!” he yelped out, not caring for a second who heard him. He reached back and tugged Mingi’s hair harshly, signaling to the man that he wanted more and needed him deeper inside. Mingi spat and slobbered all over him, using his thick fingers to pump into him while he licked down his taint and began sucking on his thick ball sack from behind. Yeosang felt his head spin from his touch, moaning wildly as Mingi worked on him, pouring every bit of his passion into what he was doing.

Mingi pulled off of him, earning a whine from the smaller man as he stood. Mingi slapped his ass in appreciation before pulling off his boxers. Yeosang turned to meet Mingi’s big, hard cock, taking it into his mouth while holding onto his thighs. He moaned as the dick he had missed for months was finally back in his mouth. “I’m so fucking stupid, shit!” Mingi cursed as Yeosang took him in further, “You’re perfect for me and I’m a fucking idiot.” Yeosang pulled off of him with a pop, “Let’s not talk about that anymore.” he said as he pumped him and leaned up for a kiss. “What we have from now on is way more important.” He wrapped his arms around Mingi’s neck and pulled him down to hover over him.

Their lips met and Yeosang held him closely as if he was scared he’d disappear right then and there. Mingi reached down and tore the lace bra Yeosang was wearing, his hot mouth moved to trail kisses down Yeosang’s neck and chest. His tongue licked and swirled around his now exposed nipples, sucking on them desperately before pulling away. Mingi looked down at him with a smile before getting the lube from the nightstand. Yeosang shimmied out of his underwear and waited for Mingi to finish prepping himself. He licked his hand and tugged on his dick, “Did you want to, fuck me without a condom?” Yeosang huffed as he fucked up into his hand. “You sure?” Mingi asked waiting for Yeosang’s nod of approval before he coated himself generously with lube. The older man reached out for Mingi to pass him the lube. He squeezed a glob onto his own asshole and pushed his fingers inside. Mingi moved to replace Yeosang’s hand with the tip of his bare cock, sliding in smoothly and bottoming out inside of him. Mingi leaned down, kissing him briefly before pulling away to look at him.

Yeosang’s face contorted in pleasure as Mingi picked up his pace. The younger man looked down at the older, taking in his soft beautiful features and kissing him all over his face. Yeosang giggled, “So gentle, you’re allowed to be rougher with me, you know.” Mingi moaned against his neck, feeling the tightness of Yeosang molding against him. “I’m trying to make love to you Sangie, not just fuck you.” He pulled away and placed his hands on either side of the man under him, looking down into his eyes intensely. Yeosang wrapped his legs around Mingi’s waist as the man above him thrust in an out agonizingly slow. “Feels so good,” Yeosang sighed, his hands coming to hold the back of Mingi’s head. “Better than Yeonjun?” Mingi said with a smirk and Yeosang blushed, “Stop it!” he chastised him but moaned when Mingi’s fat cock hit his prostate. “But yes, ahh!” his moans were like a song as they fell on the younger’s ears, his lips kissing his neck and chest before moving back to kiss his lover on the mouth.

They held each other close as Mingi started to move faster, Yeosang meeting his hips desperately. “Just like that Sangie, fuck.” Mingi growled into his ear as they chased their highs. The sound of skin slapping against skin accompanied with the occasional moan filled the room as they loved on one another, fucking each other with true love for the first time.

“Mingi!” Yeosang cried out as his peak crashed into him, causing his body to shake as he came all over himself and Mingi. As Yeosang came, Mingi pumped into him a few more times, letting out a soft moan, the softest Yeosang had ever heard, and filled him with his release. As he stilled inside of him, Yeosang rubbed his back and praised him softly. “Mmm, so good Mingi, no one has ever fucked me like that, so fucking good.” his voice was deep in Mingi’s ears, giving the younger man the praise he knew he loved as he kissesd wherever he could reach on Yeosang’s soft skin.

After cleaning up, they dressed in pajamas and got comfortable in bed. “Have you ever even been to my room?” Mingi asked as Yeosang lay on his chest. “Not since we moved in, why?” Yeosang asked as he looked at Mingi, who had a concerned look on his face. “Do you want to, sleep in my bed tonight?” Mingi asked with an eyebrow raised. Yeosang nodded, the beginning of many firsts for the new couple making him feel just that more special.

Mingi got out of bed first and picked Yeosang up bridal style and they giggled through the hall towards Mingi’s room. He placed his prize down on his bed and continued to kiss him, telling him just how great they’ll be together and how much he loved him.

A/N: honestly i didn’t know how to end it but i think it turned out cute?? i just love them together they’re so awkward and adorable together? 🤭❤️❤️❤️

#ateez smut #kang yeosang #song mingi #minsang #yeogi #???#ateez imagines #pleeeeeaseeee there needs to be more of this ship!#kang yeosang smut #song mingi smut #also yes red hair mingi is my fave so ofc i had to #sorry to yeonjun and felix hehe

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