Sharing is Caring || Yunho x Mingi x Reader

Yearning

Hi folks!

I know this isn't my usual fandom, but I've been really wanting to dip my toes into some kpop fanfics. I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think and if you guys want me to keep writing it 😋

-Parks 🖤

With their break coming to an end, comeback was fast approaching. In anticipation of heavy schedules and as a nod to the end of a peaceful break, Mingi had joined Yunho in his living room for a drink. They sat on opposite ends of the couch facing each other, Mingi cross legged with his back against the arm of the couch while Yunho had one leg tucked underneath him and the other hung off the couch with his foot on the floor. Their glasses and the crystal bottle of amber liquor sat on the coffee table next to them.

As they exchanged stories and sipped on their liquor, the moon continued across the night sky, shining in through the sliding glass door that led to Yunho's lanai, and the hands of the clock ticked past midnight. They drank their fair share of the liquor, though neither man was particularly drunk; they simply maintained a nice buzz.

During a comfortable lull in the conversation, they heard a door down the hallway open and quiet, socked footsteps heading towards them. Mingi looked over his shoulder to the hallway where Y/N, with messy hair and one eye squinted open while the heel of her hand rubbed her other eye, stepped into the room.

"Did you fall asleep, baby?" Yunho asked as he raised an arm, beckoning her into his embrace.

She dropped her hand, allowing it to hang at her side, and nodded her head. She shuffled around Mingi and over to Yunho then plopped into his lap. Her back rested against the couch with her legs draped over Yunho's thigh. She wrapped her arm behind his neck and over his shoulders, at the same time Yunho snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. While the two spoke in hushed voices, Mingi was struggling to focus on anything else.

Yunho may have drank enough to be openly affection with Y/N in a way that Mingi had never seen, but Mingi was not drunk enough to be unfazed by the display. Y/N had stepped into the living room in just a large t-shirt, and Mingi could only pray that she also had underwear on underneath it because she certainly wasn't wearing pants. He genuinely enjoyed the friendship he had developed with Y/N since she and Yunho started dating a year ago, so he was doing his best to be respectful. But when she sauntered past him, he had to tear his eyes away from the fabric of her t-shirt which clung to her ass with each step. His eyes fell lower and flowed down her legs like droplets of rain running down a window. All he could do was close his eyes and force himself to swallow down his reaction.

When he opened his eyes again, thinking he would be safe, he was instead greeted with the tantalizing scene of Y/N sitting in Yunho's lap. His arm so innocently wrapped around her waist was, in all actuality, cinching the oversized shirt that would otherwise be hiding her curves and instead was now putting them on full display. His grip pulled the fabric over her breast taut and the hem of the shirt up, exposing her entire thigh and the side of her hip which was facing Mingi. He could just see the black lace of her thong kissing her hip. He tried to lift his eyes up to find her face, but the path there was interrupted by the supple curve of her breast pinpointed by her peaked nipple. Yunho's hand traveled up Y/N's thigh and, with his fingers spread wide, gripped the exposed hip that Mingi was trying so hard not to gape at.

Mingi suppressed a shudder and downed the rest of his drink before leaning over to the coffee table and pouring himself another glass.

"You boys have fun," Y/N said in a lilting voice. She kissed Yunho's temple before she stood up.

"I'll come to bed in a little while, baby," Yunho held onto her hand until she walked out of his reach, his eyes never leaving her body.

All the while, Mingi was studying his glass of liquor in detail. When Y/N disappeared behind Mingi and the door clicked closed, he was quick to change the subject. Their conversation picked up the previously easy flow from before Y/N's interruption, and Mingi told himself that the heat in his cheeks was from the liquor and nothing else. He had no excuse, however, for the blood that was rushing elsewhere.