ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Hyung, what's this?" Mingyu asked, eyes wide as he opened the box he'd found beneath Wonwoo's bed.

Wonwoo turned around and shrugged, as if the object inside the box was nothing out of the ordinary. "Never seen one before?" he replied casually before turning back to half-heartedly comb through his messy hair.

Mingyu's eyes stayed wide, his pupils trembling as he stared at the pink silicone object resting in the brown box.

"It's a dildo — in case you seriously don't know. Though I'm pretty sure you do," Wonwoo added with a teasing grin through the mirror.

"Why is this here?" Mingyu muttered, quickly closing the box and shoving it back into the shadows where it probably should've stayed. His fingers trembled slightly as countless assumptions began to form in his head about what that thing could possibly be doing in Wonwoo's room.

Wonwoo could practically hear all the gears turning in Mingyu's head. He decided to save them both some time by just admitting the truth.

"I bought it."

"You what?!"

"Dude, chill. What's wrong with you? You're shouting so early in the morning," Wonwoo said, brushing it off as he went back to packing his things, getting ready for their schedule.

Mingyu just stood there, eyes drifting back toward the shadows beneath Wonwoo's bed. He couldn't bring himself to ask another question — or maybe there were just too many swirling around his head that he didn't know where to start.

Sighing, Wonwoo snapped him out of it, waving him toward the door.

"Hey, stop daydreaming and let's go. Manager-hyung's already downstairs waiting for us."

The car ride to the broadcasting station was quiet.

As usual, Wonwoo was on his phone, playing games, while Mingyu sat on the other side of the car, sweating in his own imagination.

Why the hell would Wonwoo-hyung buy a dildo?

And something that big?

Is he... gay?

Wait—does he bottom?

Mingyu stole a glance at his stoic roommate, whose fingers moved swiftly across the screen, lips caught between his teeth in focus and frustration. He played with such intensity that Mingyu sometimes wondered if Wonwoo was ready to go pro in gaming once he decided to quit idol life.

His eyes lingered on those pale, veiny hands.

He couldn't help but think about how they'd look wrapped around that thing—how Wonwoo would look using it on himself... the sounds he'd make, the grunts, the moans, all those—

Slap

"Dude, you okay? Why did you just slap yourself?" Wonwoo sat up straight, the sound loud enough to make him pause his game.

A visible handprint bloomed on Mingyu's right cheek as he turned to Wonwoo with an awkward grin.

"Nothing, hyung. I was just... getting a bit sleepy."

"...Okay?" Wonwoo muttered before turning back to his game.

Mingyu exhaled softly and looked away, silently wishing he'd never seen that box in the first place.

Camera rehearsal was done, and the members were off to get their makeup done. Mingyu and Wonwoo, as usual, sat right next to each other like they always had since debut.