Desire (ATEEZ Boy x Boy Oneshots Book II)

M | MILF | Mingi x Seonghwa

Happy 100 chapters!

"Hey, Mingi."

Mingi huffed to himself as someone sat down beside him at the college cafeteria.

"What's wrong? You don't wanna talk to your buddy, Yunho?"

"...You and I aren't friends," Mingi muttered. He continued eating his lunch.

"Aw. Is someone in a grumpy mood because they can only afford gross food from the cafe?"

Mingi ignored him.

"Better eat it." Yunho picked up one of his utensils before throwing it onto Mingi's plate, causing a splatter. "That's my tuition money you're eating." He stood and walked towards the entrance where his friends waited.

Mingi sighed in frustration. Yunho never left him alone — and it seems like he's committed never to stop bothering Mingi.

The two knew each other before college. They were peers, almost friends, who got along in class. Then suddenly, Yunho turned for the worst.

He became snarky, entitled and full of himself. From what Mingi heard from other students, his dad divorced and married a rich asshole close to his grave — spoiling the two to no end (until his own).

Mingi finished his lunch and left. He didn't have many friends. But he didn't need them anyway. He just wanted to study, graduate, and move on with his career. Making memories and all that stuff was just not for him.

"Mingi!"

There was one person who he enjoyed, though.

"Hey, Wooyoung."

"Hey. Is Yunho giving you a hard time again?"

Wooyoung wasn't necessarily friends with Mingi, as the older guessed he probably had a whole friend group that didn't consist of people like him — but Wooyoung liked to check in with him. He knew how nasty Yunho gets and couldn't let that happen.

"What's new?" Mingi shrugged.

"I was thinking last night... about something we could try."

"Keep talking."

A sneaky grin crept onto Wooyoung's face. "Let's say we visit Yunho over at his house."

"And what do we do?"

"Steal something? Or trash it. I don't know." Wooyoung laughs. "What would you do to get back  at him?"

"Uh..." Mingi felt put on the spot.

The other nodded. "Think about it. But let's meet here after class. I'll take you out to eat and then drive to his house. Good?"

"Yeah. T-Thanks."

Wooyoung smiled, patted Mingi's shoulder, then left. Mingi liked him — one of the few people he could trust.
. . .

"This is it."

Mingi looked out the windshield to view a house ominously in front of them. It was two stories tall, with a slightly old aesthetic, yet renovated with many windows and a fresh paint job. The dark sky of nighttime made it stand out in the neighborhood.

"Ready?" Wooyoung handed Mingi some things. "In case you want to steal, vandalize, or whatever. But try to keep it low. We could always come back."