Midnight Encounter

"I saw you staring' at me in there," he says before Mingyu can even register who he is.

Mingyu blinks rapidly, his heavy eyelids feeling like lead, and rubs his eyes in a futile attempt to shake off the fog of exhaustion. He blinks again, disbelief washing over him like a cold wave. There's no way that the same kid from earlier is now sitting in the plush passenger seat of his Range Rover. Yet, here he is, and Mingyu can only stare, mouth agape, like a fish out of water.

The kid, with his tousled hair catching the light just right, looks even more stunning up close. His features are sharp and delicate, framed by a halo of soft curls that seem to defy gravity. Mingyu's heart races, not just from the shock but from the undeniable allure radiating from this unexpected presence. The cheap floral perfume envelops the car, a heady blend of jasmine and something sweetly intoxicating, wrapping around Mingyu like a warm blanket, yet it also feels overwhelming. He instinctively leans back against the door, pressing himself into the leather upholstery as if trying to escape the dizzying scent.

Confusion swirls in his mind. Why is this kid here? How did he end up in Mingyu's car without so much as a second thought? The casual ease with which he settles in, a small smile playing on his lips, only adds to Mingyu's bewilderment. He can't help but feel a mix of annoyance and intrigue, grappling with the stark contrast between the kid's carefree demeanor and Mingyu's own spiraling thoughts. The air feels charged, and Mingyu can't shake the feeling that this moment is somehow significant, even if he doesn't understand why.

"What-"

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

OR

A cross-dressing Wonwoo fic that no one asked for