strawberry shortcake

*17. mesmerizing

a/n sooo this chapter is basically Matz smut and it took me around a week to write lmao, so hope you'll enjoy (there's a tw where it starts, it's like the second half of the chapter)

this one is incredibly long (7600 words) so maybe make popcorn or something hahah

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"Mingi can we talk please?" Mingi looked up at Yunho from his phone, almost dropping it as his eyes fell on the incredible sight in front of him.

Yunho had sprinted out of shower as his thoughts were almost suffocating so he now stood with water dripping from his hair on his chest only in sweatpants that he put on in a hurry so they were just barely hanging on his hips.

"Uh.. sure.." Mingi sat up properly from his previous half laying position, adjusting the pillow on his lap to feel more comfortable. He laid his phone next to him to give the latter his full attention and once again checked him out.

The sweatpants were low, barely hanging on his hip bones and they showed the perfectly cut out body that Yunho had worked so hard for. The water that was dripping down his hair slipped past his cheeks and jaw and made his chest, back and torso appear sparkling.

"I know I can be quite insufferable and annoying, but I still don't think that's enough reasons for you to hate me." He folded his arms on his chest and Mingi had to try very hard to not watch the way the older's muscles stretched and instead focus on what he had to say.

"It's not. I don't hate you," he uttered, but the other didn't seem to hear him correctly as he started talking once again.

"But why? What have I done so wrong? I don't-" he paused, looking down at Mingi with confused expression. "W-wait, what?"

"I don't hate you." He repeated himself.

They have been in an ignoring stage since their last argument which was a couple of days ago, but it was becoming harder for Mingi to be around the latter since he started to notice how wonderful Yunho's personality was.

He had always came to check on Minho and talk to him about everything just to make sure the other's alright, he had called Wooyoung everyday to make sure he's doing fine, he had helped out every chance he's got with anything that was needed.. there was so much more to him that Mingi failed do notice before.

He didn't hate him. In fact he started to take up a liking in the older.

"I- o-okay." Yunho's cheeks caught a deep shade of red as he nodded to himself and then sprinted right back to his room, where he locked himself and jumped on his bed where he screamed his lungs out into the same pillow that was just a few days prior drenched by his tears.

"Cute.." Mingi chuckled to himself at the muffled screams coming out of the older's room and turned his attention back to his phone where Seonghwa was spamming him with questions and pictures of funny glasses.

hwama
Joong is saying Yunho is freaking out

hwama
but in a good way-?

hwama
he said he's screaming because of you-

hwama
Mangi what did you do to make him scream

hwama
nvm that- I don't think I wanna know

Mango
I told him I don't hate him and he ran off

hwama
oh, didn't expect that

Mango
you know I don't hate him

hwama
i know, I just expected something less innocent