𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

bittersweet(like dark chocolate)

Ship; Mingyu X Wonwoo

Group; SEVENTEEN

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Mingyu is Wonwoo's best friend.

Wonwoo is Mingyu's best friend.

Mingyu has a girlfriend.

Mingyu likes Wonwoo.

Wonwoo likes Mingyu.

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It's a normal routine for them.

They've been friends for years now, and they still can't seem to get rid of that one habit of theirs.

It's childish and they know that. Their friends have told them that it'd be the death of them but they'd rather die together like they'd promised.

"You guys are too grown for this and you know it," their mothers would tell them.

But that never stopped them then and it wouldn't start now.

When they hear the silent taps of the droplets of water that fall from the angry blue sky, it's then that they look up from the phones, eyes meeting and lips curling up into a smile.

It's then that they get up, hands intertwined and they unlock the door, fingers not even caring to test the waters before walking straight into the rain.

It coats them in it's wetness.

It drowns them in it's flood.

It chills them in it's wind.

But they can't bring themselves to stop.

And when the rain stops, they walk back into their warm house, sheepish smiles on their faces and occasional giggles from Mingyu.

They walk to the bathroom, Mingyu running a warm bath for them while Wonwoo rids himself the now soaked clothing items.

"Come in," he'd whisper to the older, pulling him in, eyes locked.

He'd been naked by then, bare as the day he was born.

It's normal for them to see each other like this. They've been friends since they were born. It's completely and utterly normal for them.

Mingyu steps in first, careful with the way he sits before tugging at Wonwoo's fingers.

The latter doesn't need to be told twice before he steps in, body going lax against the other's.

Mingyu's hands cup Wonwoo's knees, brings them impossibly closer. He places open mouthed kisses along his shoulder blade, a sigh leaving the older.

It's normal to them now. Having done this so many times since they moved in together. It's been four years.

The bathroom suddenly gets hotter than ever. Maybe it's their body heats mixing with the rather over warm water that they were basking in.

Whatever it was, they paid it no mind.

Mingyu's hand reaches over, spreading Wonwoo's legs open and the older leans his head against Mingyu's shoulder, going lower as to create more space.

A soft and muffled moan fills the silence they're surrounded by when Mingyu's fingers circle Wonwoo's rim.

No words are shared between them for a few minutes, two or less because Wonwoo had already prepped himself.

It rains almost everyday now.

The slide is easy, their bodies already used to each other now.

When they finish, the water is stained and they're once again dirty, their chests heaving.