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Mingyu's eyes scanned the members; looking at their hopeful expressions as he turned his head. On the left there was Wonwoo, and on the right there was a very starry-eyed Minghao. Mingyu smiled at his best friend gently, and then chuckled as he let his hand fall onto his left.
"Wonwoo."
The members exclaimed in surprise, some certainly having expected him to pick Minghao from the get-go. Mingyu turned his head as Minghao's expression stiffened, and then watched as the younger boy made his way to his designated group—which wasn't Mingyu's, of course.
As he passed Mingyu while walking to the opposite side, Mingyu reached out his hand, clasping it around Minghao's. "Myungho, I'm sorry..."
"It's fine," Minghao replied matter-of-factly, shrugging off his hand as he continued to walk. "But don't hold my hand."
Mingyu laughed in defeat as the members began to jeer. It was clear Minghao was salty about the matter.
Then Mingyu watched, smile stiffening into a frown as Minghao made his way to Junhui—who was on the other team—and slipped an arm around his neck, nestling his ass into the man's lap. His eyes narrowed, gaze having fallen to Junhui, who wasn't any less innocent—grabbing at Minghao's ass as he "helped" him stabilize himself. So this is how you're playing.
Mingyu looked at their drinking circle, and found that none of the other members seemed to mind whatever Minghao was up to. He scoffed to himself, ears itching with frustration as he caught a few words muttered on the other end, mostly inaudible or sounding like pure gibberish to his ears except for "gēgē", "bǎobèi", and a very seductive "gē". Mingyu blinked several times, watching as Minghao rubbed his neck on Junhui's, and Junhui, in response, wound an arm around Minghao's thin waist.
They seemed to be doing their team-play just fine—having decided their teams just so they could one-up each other in cards and there were far too many players for the cards to be handed out evenly—but more than advising the person who was currently holding the cards, Junhui seemed to be more focused on running his lips down the side of Minghao's neck—all while looking at the cards that were being played, as if it was just secondary nature. Mingyu heaved a heavy breath, distraught.
Wonwoo elbowed Mingyu's side. "Dude, focus." He grumbled, and Mingyu could tell he was bothered too. "We all know Minghao doesn't belong to you." Minghao doesn't belong to any of us. Mingyu could hear it in the disgruntled way Wonwoo spoke.
"More than reassuring me, aren't you reassuring yourself?"
"Be quiet. Play the cards."
Minghao was a highly-coveted man, and Mingyu being purely complacent just because he was his best friend was an unwise decision.
He peered at his cards, and found that the cards weren't bad. It seemed to lift his mood a little, and at the same time, Jeonghan began to call out, "Hey, hey! We should have a punishment for the team who loses!"
"No—The winner of this round gets to do whatever with the person they wish!"
What an evil prize, Mingyu thought to himself, as Soonyoung cackled, clapping his hands proudly as the other members agreed with his idea. Now Mingyu had to win.
He looked around at the approving faces of his members, the buzz of excitement almost drowning out the soft "gēgē, it tickles" coming from the back of the opposite group. Mingyu's head snaps upwards immediately, finding Junhui running his hands down the sides of Minghao's thighs. Junhui chuckled, teasing and teasing, and Mingyu forced himself to focus on the game.
"Moon Junnie, you're up." They called Junhui to play for their team this time, and Mingyu pursed his lips as Junhui merely carried Minghao over to the front, where the thinner boy was seated snugly in his lap again. He'd half-expected Wen Junhui to get Minghao off his lap so he could move, but it seemed that Wen Junhui knew exactly what he was doing.
"Bǎobèi, give gēgē a kiss if we win this round, okay?"
Mingyu frowned.
"Is that part of the reward?"
"Aiy—It's separate. The reward is a different one! This one is, let's say it's my humble request, alright?"
"Hm, okay." Minghao nodded, contentedly brainwashed by Moon Junnie's large hands on his waist. Mingyu grabbed a glass and downed it.
"Hurry up." He said, sounding a little too irritated. "It's your turn."
"Oh, was it?" Wen Junhui feigned an innocence that Mingyu wanted to roll his eyes at. "Must've been too distracted." The laugh he let out let Mingyu know he felt like he had the whole world in his hands. Or rather, in his lap. Mingyu almost squashed his cards in his hands.
Junhui drew a card, and the game proceeded quietly for a while. Mingyu tried not to be hyper-aware of the way Minghao was whispering into Junhui's ear about the cards he should play, and Junhui whispering back something that made Minghao giggle and shift in his lap.
Mingyu needed to win. If he didn't win here, Wen Junhui would use the opportunity of the prize to do whatever he wanted with Minghao, and just the thought of that made him a little more nervous.
He drew a card absent-mindedly although he could've thrown down ones he already had, and Junhui slapped his cards onto the floor—evidently just a turn late into winning; but proven victorious anyway due to Mingyu's slip-up.
"Game. Over."
Mingyu exclaimed in defeat, beating himself up on the inside as he glanced at the cards in his hands. It was clear he could've won back there, but his mind steered him down an irreversible path. Junhui merely smirked, amused, as Minghao leaned over to give him a sensual kiss on the lips.
"哥哥好棒哦—" Minghao muttered against Junhui's lips, the sultriness in his voice making Mingyu's blood boil in jealousy. "Gēge, you did so well."
"Of course." Junhui smiles triumphantly, bouncing Minghao in his lap just a little, eliciting a soft "ah" followed by a laugh out of the thinner boy. "All for you, bǎobèi."
Mingyu hands the cards to the next member, helpless as the other members begin to cheer for Junhui to pick the subject of his reward—the one he's going to do whatever he wishes with. Of course it's Minghao.
Mingyu hisses unhappily as Junhui caresses Minghao's legs, tickling the younger boy in the most flirtatious way possible. "For my prize... I'll act on it in my private time." Junhui says, then adds jokingly, "I'll order one of you guys to be my servant for the entire day! Just wait."
The other members simply laughed, but Mingyu knows, because of course he does. The way Junhui looks at Minghao—it's as if he wants to strip him bare and fuck him on the spot.