ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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Mingyu was at his wit's end.

His head was starting to blur, the edges of his vision growing hazy as if the air itself were thickening around him. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead, dampening his hair at the temples as he panted, warm air escaping in shallow bursts. His body felt overheated, feverish even, but the heat wasn't from the room—it was coming from inside, crawling under his skin, suffocating him.

He gritted his teeth, biting down hard on his lower lip as a groan escaped from deep within, clawing its way up from the pit of his stomach. His breath hitched, and he desperately tried to suppress the sounds, but they slipped past him—soft, helpless groans that felt too raw to hold in.

His hands gripped the edge of the kitchen island, fingers digging into the cool surface as his knuckles turned white. The granite was a sharp contrast to the heat building in his body. His legs felt weak, but he held himself upright, trying to steady his breathing.

But it was impossible.

The sensation inside him only intensified, swirling and undulating like fire in his veins. His eyes stung with tears as they welled up, and the pressure was unbearable. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears, but it was no use. In an instant, the tears broke free, tracing hot paths down his flushed cheeks, burning like molten lava.

Unable to hold it back, Mingyu let out a soft, desperate mewl. The sound was involuntary, a soft cry of surrender, and he tilted his head back, trying to force himself to regain some control. But more tears followed, falling freely now, as his body trembled from the heat coursing through him.

"My, my, Mingyu. You sure are a sight to see right now..."

The voice came from behind him, smooth and teasing, but the mere presence of the man hovering just inches away from his side only added to Mingyu's discomfort. His proximity made Mingyu's heart race even faster. Each word he spoke seemed to sink into Mingyu like a wave of pressure, weighing him down even more.

Mingyu turned his eyes toward the man, his gaze shifting to meet him, but it was hard to focus with everything spinning around him. The man stood just beside him, barely touching him but so close that Mingyu could feel the heat radiating from his body. Mingyu desperately wanted to cling to him, wanted to mess him up the same way he was now.

The man's eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the sight of Mingyu's struggle.

"Hyung~~" Mingyu whined, his voice trembling, barely above a breath. His body felt hypersensitive. His skin felt slick with sweat, his shirt sticking to him uncomfortably. His ears were ringing now, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his chest as the heat swelled again, threatening to overwhelm him.

"I thought you said you could handle it? What's this, then?" The man's voice was low, teasing, and as his hand brushed lightly against Mingyu's arm, a shiver ran down Mingyu's spine. He didn't want to admit it, but the sensation of the man's cool fingers against his heated skin only heightened his frustration.

"Goodness, you look like a mess..." the man added, the words dripping with mock sympathy, though his tone was anything but sympathetic.

Mingyu leaned instinctively toward the man's cold touch, desperate for something to soothe whatever this was he was experiencing. The touch was fleeting, but it brought a brief, icy relief—a fleeting contrast that drove him to madness. His breath hitched as the relief melted away, leaving him craving more. He couldn't tell if he was seeking solace or if the sensation was just torturing him further. Either way, his mind felt completely consumed.

"Hyung~~ this is too much..." Mingyu's voice cracked, the words barely escaping his lips. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his entire body shuddered from the overwhelming pressure. His hands gripped the edge of the kitchen island harder, his knuckles now aching from the strain.