Dulce Periculum

25. Waking Up

Mild smut near the beginning of the chapter!

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Yunho stayed late that day to get his mind off things through training. His insecurities persisted despite his resolve, so he waved Jongho goodbye when he left and continued running on his treadmill until late. Jongho told him not to overdo it and soon, only Yunho's pants echoed through the empty hall.

He could do this. He wanted to do this. For himself, his family, and the people of Tenebra. He was safe here, found another home.

Dripping sweat, Yunho ran until the doubts fled his mind and he only heard the blood pumping in his ears. He exhausted himself until he wanted to fall over and sleep right on the floor, and only then he slowed to a stop.

His shower was lonely, but blissfully quiet. Once he felt like a human again, Yunho stepped outside to make his way home.

The headquarters were only dimly lit at this time of the day. A starry night shrouded the windows, and he had to scan his key card to get through the door. He just shoved his hands into his pockets to ward off the chill and walk home through the crickets chirping in the hills, when his eyes fell onto the motorcycle in the driveway.

Pensive eyes wandered up the front of the building. A dim light illuminated a room on the second floor.

Yunho bit his lip, hesitating.

This was the most private time he could catch Mingi at. Perhaps he had some tips on how to accept guiding, or he would even help Yunho get rid of his anxiety. Nothing drastic, just a kiss...

Yunho shuddered at the memory of Mingi's skin on his.

He spun on his heel and made his way back inside. Best he told Mingi about his doubts now, before he failed the new team at the first rift.

On quiet feet, he jumped up the stairs. His bag swung over his shoulder and his half-dry hair dangled into his glasses without any sense of style, but Yunho hoped Mingi wouldn't mind.

He made it to the door to Mingi's office and politely ducked his way inside, keenly aware of how quiet the building was. How intimate the setting. Nobody but them was here.

Or so he thought.

Mingi wasn't alone in his office.

He leaned over his table and the light caressed his exposed skin as he only wore his white shirt open on his shoulders and rid himself of the rest. Dark tattoos trembled with the twitches of his muscles when he rolled his hips into the body spread out before him. Slender legs trembled around his hips and the soft moans of a woman filled the air, sweet and intimate.

Frozen, Yunho stood in the door, hoping he wouldn't get spotted. Mingi frowned with concentration and throaty gasps fell from his lips as he rocked into her, jostling their bodies with their pleasure. Her soft chest moved along with his thrusts, begging for touch.

Yunho was too entranced to ponder if he had seen her before, or where. His eyes were stuck on the lean line of Mingi's neck, the white hair sticking to his forehead, and the way he bit his lip. Large palms held onto her hips and thighs, splaying her open as he smoothly filled her, enticing the sweetest noises.

When Yunho realised he watched someone have sex, he fumbled. He tripped over his own feet when he spun around hastily and his bag knocked into his side, almost making him lose his glasses. As he shoved the door open to flee the scene, a voice called out behind him.

"Yunho? Why are you still here? Do you need something?" Mingi rumbled, raspy from his activities.

Yunho's ears glowed with heat.