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The apartment door clicks, signalling the entry of one of its owner, Seonghwa. The current day had been exhausting enough at it's start as Seonghwa found himself rushing to work right after realising how much time he had spent in thought about the ring on his left hand. Thankfully, today's target hasn't been any exceptionally problematic and if Seonghwa were to be exact they had been quite understanding which made him feel bad for them but running after cheaters to get soft hearted people the justice in love they deserve wasn't really his job even after how much he would suit that task.

Currently done washing up and staring at the blank TV screen in the living room, Seonghwa found himself rubbing the ring on his left hand. What was worse was the man associated with that twinkly gem popping up in thoughts and even in his apartment. 'Wait- What do you mean in the apartment?!' Seonghwa blinked twice before coming out of his thoughts. Right before him stood a tall man grinning like his life depended on his smile's ability to annoy the shit out of Seonghwa. But what was weird was that Seonghwa didn't even realise himself being so deep in thought that he heard the doorbell but didn't pay attention to who it was before opening the door.

The way Seonghwa would be a great living example of flash, considering how fast he tried closing the apartment door shut would be an understatement. Keyword : tried. Mingi's speed had beaten Seonghwa, his foot stuck between the small gap of the door. "Whose house do you think you're trying to get in, huh?! And how did you even get my address?!" Seonghwa gritted, clearly annoyed trying his very best to close the door. "Well someone has my belongings." Mingi smirked, winking towards Seonghwa's annoyed face before easily opening the door wide enough for him to enter making it seem like Seonghwa wasn't even pulling the door shut to begin with. How did he end up in this situation? Was he lost in thoughts again to notice Mingi's presence on his apartment door when he opened it?

Seonghwa huffed in irritation before he felt Mingi grab his hands. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" Seonghwa questioned. "As i said, you have my belongings. By which i mean that ring." Finding it on Seonghwa's ring finger, Mingi came to a pause and raised his eyebrows. "Well...what do I see here?" Mingi's face looked different, it had a smirk yet a very deadly look on it. Seonghwa shivered at that. Seonghwa blinked twice before realising what Mingi meant as a deep blush of embarrassment crept up turning his cheeks pink. "Shut up, the problem is..." "That you like me, huh?" Mingi winked as if his trick would work but that wasn't the case. "No, the problem is this is not only my appartment but also the one sharing it wouldn't like you here so take your ring and leave!" Seonghwa gritted while taking the ring off and putting it in Mingi's hand that was holding his.

"Wo, wo, wo baby! You sure you don't want me to stay?" Mingi grins getting closer to Seonghwa, his other hand creeping up Seonghwa's waist to hold him. Seonghwa jumps at the behaviour and immediately tries getting out of Mingi's grasp but to no avail, he wasn't so strong. "Don't you dare call me that...and leave me!" Seonghwa gritted his teeth in frustration trying to resist Mingi's hold. Suddenly, he feels shivers run down his spine and his eyes closing shut with a whimper. "You really think you can stop me, baby." Mingi muttered while leaving a kiss to Seonghwa's nape. "Look at yourself, you're already shivering in my hold...hehehe." Seonghwa pursed his lips in a thin line, trying his best to not show any sign of submission but something seemed wrong. Being aware of Mingi and his types, Seonghwa still couldn't find it easy. No, it wasn't because he was falling for the other or anything, he just couldn't overpower Mingi's dominance the way he wishes to do so.

Mingi continues to suck on Seonghwa's neck, not bothering with the protests Seonghwa was putting forth. Mingi grabs Seonghwa's wrists as he pushes him towards the couch slowly. As Seonghwa feels his knees hit the couch, his balance betrays him leading to him falling back with Mingi. His eyes still shut from the continuous torture Mingi showed to his neck. "M-Mingi N-No-" Seonghwa whimpers under the taller man when his wrists are pinned above his head and he is trapped under Mingi's gaze. Mingi eyes his work on Seonghwa neck, a smirk plastering itself on his plump lips. Seonghwa looked beautiful, the man who was protesting a while ago seemed conflicted and all over the place from just a small action. The dark purplish mark fits Seonghwa's light tanned skin so well, Mingi thought as he leaned down again, this time capturing Seonghwa's lips in a tight lock.

Seonghwa's brain was growing hazy at the simple action, he couldn't free himself from Mingi's hold. However, something in him didn't want it to end either, the flashbacks of that night were enough to remind Seonghwa of how much difficult it was to resist Mingi's dominating nature. A small bite on his lower lip had him yelp and this was the opportunity Mingi took to slide his tongue inside Seonghwa's mouth, devouring the sweet strawberry taste of it. Seonghwa on the other hand could taste evident hints of alcohol while their tongues tangled against each other. Seonghwa couldn't believe he was doing this again and that too with a man he shouldn't, especially in his shared appartment that could expect Yeosang's arrival any soon.

All these thoughts were pushed to the back of his head when he felt a knee press into his clothed member, applying little to no pressure yet driving Seonghwa's head crazy. Mingi felt Seonghwa squirm under him as he continued to taste Seonghwa's mouth until one of his hands left Seonghwa's wrist to unbutton his shirt and free path for him to trail further. "Come on, lose it luv." Mingi murmured against Seonghwa's neck now as Seonghwa found himself shivering from the cold air hitting his bare shoulders now. He couldn't. He just couldn't push him away. Was he so touch-starved?

All the haze and pleasure of the moment, Seonghwa barely cares about the phone ringing in his room. Mingi has him wrapped around his fingers and he doesn't seem to complain either.

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Yeosang remembers he had brought his friend Jongho along but suddenly he seems invisible and walking back through the crowd is making it difficult for him to search for the other two male until his eyes fall upon Yunho. Walking past the people, Yeosang taps the tall man's shoulder to disturb his flirt session with another person for the night. The tall man turns around, his face lightening up suddenly as he stares Yeosang down before he manages to understand the slight confusion on Yeosang's face. 'oh! He must be looking for Jongho!' Yunho remembers as he shouts over the music to Yeosang. "JONGHO'S FIANCEE CAME BACK EARLY APPARENTLY!!"

The DJ seemed to have changed the track suddenly as the music became louder and rather unbearable for Yeosang as he squinted his eyes and covered his ears for a second before motioning for Yunho to signal he couldn't hear what he said. "JONGHO LEFT CAUSE OF WHAT?!!!" Yeosang shouted back only for the communication to go in waste until Yunho grabs Yeosang's shoulders in frustration and leans down by his ear. "Jongho left because his fiancee is back early." Leaning back, Yunho returned back to his drink without realising the effect his action had on Yeosang. Standing still in shock, Yeosang felt a small heat rush creep his skin at Yunho's deep voice in his ears. Shaking his head Yeosang analysed Yunho's words and realised how the visit became a sort of waste. Frowning in disappointment Yeosang sits at the bar watching Yunho flirt with the bartender.

Roaming his eyes around to different bodies pressed around each other while no one practically cared, Yeosang took a breath. Seems like today was a waste then. "AYY, YOU CAN BRING HIM AGAIN ITS FINE!" Yeosang heard Yunho shout over the loud music and turns around slightly, the dark with the flickering lights could barely help Yeosang appreciate the handsomeness of the male in front of him but he admits that he looked great tonight. Yeosang put some thought in the other's words before realising that he is right until he feels his phone buzz in his own pocket. Taking it out immediately and switching it on, Yeosang scans through the text.

Dad
Tomorrow at 1, XXX restaurant. Don't be late!

Yeosang sighed and typed a small okay before he could feel a chilled glass touch his cheek. Startled, Yeosang almost drops his phone before widening his eyes and looking at his side at the taller male again. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Yeosang shouts over the music before he is reminded of his Dad's text and furrows his brows before snatching away the drink in Yunho's hands. "You know what? Nevermind." Yeosang chucks the whole glass of alcohol in one go before Yunho could even say anything. Yunho was surprised at the sudden mood change and guesses it for Yeosang's Dad's text. He would love to apologise for peeking but he couldn't help it. Shrugging, he decides to just keep it for later and turns around only to find Yeosang gone. "Wait- where did he go?!"

Roaming around his eyes in search of the shorter male was a task for Yunho now, considering how fast the man disappeared he had no idea what was so sudden about the text message. A little later, Yunho was met with the eyes of the one he was looking for. There in the far corner of the dance floor was he, all away from crowd as if warning someone that he shouldn't be mistaken for an extrovert. There he was dancing alone with his head down but when he raised it to swipe his long hair back, his eyes hit Yunho and thats when they locked with him. Everything went normally but for Yunho he could feel his breath go away in those mere seconds before Yeosang turned his head down again paying no heed to what was going in Yunho's inside.

Yunho traded his way towards the man as he now stood in front of him and started to slowly move his body to the beat until he felt two arms lace around his neck. Heartbeat racing just like the first time he experienced such a situation with Yeosang when they met, Yunho was left in utter confusion of whats the reason this time. The reason was simple to Yeosang though, as little by little Yeosang's cheeks turned a blush pink and his weight seemed to ask for support. Not drunk but clearly on the way as Yeosang pulls Yunho closer. Comfort. That was what he felt in years if it was so easy to put it in a single word. He will be fine in a few minutes, he knows. But till then, he wants to experience this feeling with the very bottom of his heart.

"Yunho..." Now almost inches apart from the taller's ear, Yeosang finds it appropriate to not shout and so does Yunho realise it. It was as if the music was lost suddenly as his hands grabbed onto Yeosang's waist on instinct. "Can we go home now?" Taken aback by the sudden request when it could easily be a suggestion or question, Yunho looks at the other once before humming softly. "Yeah, lets go home."

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"I'm so sorry, hwa..."
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