ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Shit—my bad."

Wonwoo covers his eyes, one hand patting along the surface of the table near the main door as he searches for the wallet he'd forgotten.

On the couch, Mingyu straightens his posture. His naked body, sleek with both sweat and his own release, positioned snugly between a panting woman's legs, her thighs trembling as Mingyu stills his movements at Wonwoo's arrival.

"You're good, hyung. It's my fault for not locking the door," Mingyu replies calmly, rolling his hips once and drawing a moan from the woman.

Wonwoo walks sideways, continuing his search for his wallet, one hand still firmly covering his eyes. Desperation kicks in as he starts to sweat under the attention of the two people who are very much in the middle of doing 'it'.

"You should've texted me, man. It's not fair for the lady to be seen by someone else like this," Wonwoo grits out. He's used to Mingyu's rendezvous, just not particularly enthusiastic about witnessing them.

"Where the fuck is that damn wallet?" Wonwoo's frustrated voice rings in Mingyu's ears, shooting straight through his already aching limb.

"Damn, hyung, you sound hot when you're pissed," Mingyu compliments, his voice dripping with arousal as he thrusts into the woman, making her scream his name. His fingers grip the armrest of the couch as he continues to pound her relentlessly.

"Forget it. I'm getting out of here." Wonwoo isn't crazy enough to stay any longer. To hell with the wallet, he'd rather starve than listen to his roommate screw a girl on a random afternoon.

"I should really get a new roommate at this rate," Wonwoo mumbles as he walks out of the dorm building and heads to class.

Wonwoo arrives back home, tired and very much hungry after not being able to buy lunch due to his missing wallet. He walks wobbly toward his door, hand on the doorknob, ready to just slump onto the floor the second he steps inside.

The door opens, and right in front of him stands the lady Mingyu was with that afternoon.

Wonwoo grips the doorframe, steadying himself before he could crash into the poor woman who's two heads shorter than him.

She looks up at him, surprised, eyes narrowing as they land on Wonwoo's face before her expression shifts into curiosity.

"Wow, you're actually cute," the woman purrs. Her fingers gently trace Wonwoo's chest, then her palm lays flat against it, giving a firm squeeze that makes Wonwoo suck in a sharp breath. Eyes half-lidded not from arousal, but from sheer hunger and exhaustion.

"And you're fit as hell too," she adds, licking her lips. Her eyes dart downward before she lifts her gaze back to Wonwoo's face, taking a step closer.

"You should've joined us earlier. I wouldn't have minded taking you in too."

The woman's arms begin to snake around Wonwoo's neck, but the man himself gently takes both her wrists and brings them down.

He sighs, a migraine already blooming in his head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested. Would you excuse me? I need to get inside."

Not waiting for an answer, Wonwoo grabs the woman by the shoulders and gently guides her out of the way so he can finally head inside—either to collapse dead on his bed or die in the kitchen.

"Nayeon, did you take my—oh. Hyung, you're back."

Mingyu emerges from his room, fully clothed, much to Wonwoo's relief. Mingyu scans him quickly, worry washing over his face as he watches Wonwoo grab onto the kitchen island for support while circling around it to reach the refrigerator, scavenging for anything to eat.