The first thing Mingi realized was feeling warm, cozy, the soft mattress under his body and warm and thick air rushing into his lung. His brain completely clouded, his lips parted as if his body would try to get more air into it without even being fully awake. He was walking on the bridge between still dreaming but also slowly getting back to reality. He felt hot, his skin almost burning a bit and the next thing that got into his mind was feeling fingertips brushing the soft skin of his stomach, something hard pressing against his lower back. His body automatically leaning into it, his dreamy brain just sending the information that it felt good and not where it was coming from. Mingi always loved being touched on his tummy and chest, also being sensitive on his neck. Feeling hot air hitting the sensitive skin and a little sigh escaped his tired throat as if the muscles where still asleep and not being able to hold it back. Pictures of last night slowly flickering before his eyes and the moment he was awake enough he snapped out of it a bit. Opening his eyes stressed, seeing the king sized bed, the red silky covers and a painful headache was snapping through his whole body. How much did he drink last night? Wait, not only he drank, after their little fight Yunho went on with more glasses of champagne than him.
Wait, Yunho.
Mingi was ripping his tired eyes open completely, realizing that the hard, hot feeling against his back was Yunho pressing his clothed dick into him, the pillow laying between them was gone, his hand laying over his waist and resting on his tummy under his shirt, his hot breath hitting the back of his neck.
Why the fuck was he cuddling him? And why the fuck was Mingi not moving?
Yunho shifting a bit, his hand brushing his skin only slightly, his lips touching the back of his neck for a second and Mingi felt how the hair on his arms stood up, and his body sending signals to his dick that it was time to wake up.
No, fuck no, wait. He was smelling like champagne and baby powder, that one unique smell he just couldn’t figure out. And his dick was feeling huge…
“Wake the fuck up”, he was saying loudly, clearing his throat and hitting Yunho at the shoulder to get him fully awake. This was pathetic, what the fuck was happening, no way he would get hard now. Mingi was sitting up, shaking out his body as if he wanted to shake off the touch he just felt - Yunho’s hand just sliding down and landing on the mattress. Mingi immediately setting his feet on the ground and hiding his face from him. Feeling how his cheeks got hot - probably because they were sleeping in here together and the window was closed the whole night. It was ridiculously hot in there.
“What the fuck?”, he heard Yunho saying half asleep and he could feel how a relieved breath was rushing through him as Yunho was backing up immediately. Mingi looking at him with an disgusted facial expression.
“Are you this needy?”, “Wait, fuck - no ”, Yunho was saying, grabbing the blanket and trying to hide his erection pressing against his gray sweatpants. Stress and shook written all over his face, his hair standing up and the wide shirt revealing half of his collarbone.
Wait, was he wearing Mingi’s shirt? Mingi was slowly remembering giving him one last night before fighting back and fourth and just laying down with a pillow between them. Blacking out drunk.
“No need to hide it, you just pressed it against my ass, idiot”, Mingi was saying sarcastically, but his heart was trembling a bit as he was standing up and walking over to the door, trying to get as much space between them as possible. Shaking his body another time.
“Don’t act fucking stupid, you leaned into me”, he was just yelling after him,
“Don’t fucking touch me again, weirdo”.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
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