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Under The Influence

Title: Under The Influence
Genre: Spicy, fluff
Length: 1967 words
Written: August 13, 2024
Published: August 22, 2024

Top: Minho
Bottom: Seungmin

TW: substance use, sexual content (non-explicit)

A/N: if you see some grammar/vocabulary errors please let me know because English is not my first language.

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After a long day, Minho forced the door of his apartment open. Immediately he cast off his jacket on the couch. The room caught his attention as he tossed around it until he reached the counter that had a bottle of Robitussin on it. He went ahead to take a sip after unscrewing it and wanted to have pain relieved and tiredness eased. But there was no relief, instead an indolence so profound that it seemed to run into his bones.

He leant against the counter and let himself slip away mentally. In usual times, something stronger than what he had-a couple of Percocets or maybe Molly-would do him better in propelling him into dark even dreamlike stupor where everything became far-off and soft. Tonight however was different; this time only Robitussin sufficed for fogging up his mind. It felt as though he got stuck between two extremes where he could not be bothered to find solace in sleep yet was too lazy to make any moves that would change things one way or another.

In the kitchen, Seungmin was getting himself a late-night snack; he did it with calmness and certainty. While looking at the older's lazy posture, he momentarily grinned.

"Looks like a truck just hit you," Seung said playfully.

Minho acknowledged that by groaning softly. "I don't know why this shit got me so lazy right now."

The younger wiped his hands on a towel and took a step toward him before leaning against the doorframe and studying him with his head slightly turned to one side. "Maybe you should get some rest," he suggested thoughtfully then added mischievously, "Or maybe...something else?"

The latter raised his head and saw the sparkle in Seungmin's eyes. Even though he felt weak and bewildered, there was still a flicker of curiosity inside him. "Something else?" He repeated languidly, as if toying with his words.

Seungmin laughed lightly and left that as the idea hung in the air. The kitchen light bathed both of them into a warm feeling, which made it feel cozy amid their fatigue. Minho stood there for some time, thinking over what the younger had proposed.

The air in the apartment seemed to thicken as Seungmin's playful tone sparked something within him. He straightened up, his eyes narrowing slightly as they fixed on the puppy boy, who was now leaning casually against the counter, his lips curved into a teasing smile.

Minho took a slow step forward, the distance between them shrinking with each movement. Seungmin watched him approach.

The older could feel the tension pulling them together like a magnetic force. He stopped just inches away from Seungmin, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough to catch the faint scent of whatever he'd been eating mixed with his familiar scent. Minho's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur. "Bring it over to my place..."

Seungmin's playful expression softened slightly. His voice, when he spoke, was softer, almost a whisper. "Who cares if it is at yours or at mine?"

But Minho wasn't backing down. He leaned in even closer, until his lips were just a breath away from the younger's ear. "I know you care."

There was a charged silence between them. Minho could feel Seungmin's hesitation, but he could also sense the way his energy was shifting, drawn in by the new intensity he was radiating.