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Yunho should’ve been in bed hours ago. But, it was Friday night and he kept convincing himself that he needed to play one more round of Valorant before he had to go to bed. This idea of ‘one more round’ has been going on for literal hours now. The round he was playing just finished and he was being sent back into a lobby when his phone lights up beside him on his desk. He glances at it and sees a message from Mingi. Yunho smiles fondly before placing his controller down and picking his phone up.
He and Mingi have been friends since before college. Mingi has been in his life for longer than almost anyone else. They lived together in an apartment near their college until graduation, but once their lease was up, they found it was easier to find one bedroom apartments near their respective jobs than any two bedroom apartments. Then adult life started happening and they naturally saw less and less of each other. To offset that, they decided to start scheduling little hangouts with each other. Tomorrow is one of their scheduled hangouts.
Yunho shuts his game down and takes his phone to bed, deciding that it’s a sign from the universe that it is indeed time to sleep so he can go over and properly hang out with his best friend tomorrow. He settles on his back under his covers before opening the message from Mingi.
When Yunho opens the text thread, what greets him is just a video message, which typically isn’t unusual. What is unusual is the fact that it’s just a black rectangle with a play button in it. Yunho taps the video to make it full screen and turns the volume up to hear what Mingi has to say. His breath hitches in his throat when the flash of Mingi’s phone turns on and illuminates the very blatantly obvious erection being held in what Yunho immediately recognizes as Mingi’s hand.
“Oh god,” Yunho says to his empty room. He knows this video wasn’t meant for him. Why would it be? Why would Mingi intentionally send him a video of him jacking off without any prior context? The only reasonable explanation is that it’s a mistake. Yunho knows he should swipe away and pretend the video doesn’t exist. Maybe even play it off and tell Mingi he didn’t watch it and that he immediately deleted it when he saw what it was. He sends a quick string of question marks to the text thread to hopefully get Mingi’s attention so he can become aware of the error at hand.
Once the text is says it has been delivered, the morbidly curious part of Yunho’s lizard brain wants to see what kind of things Mingi likes to send potential suitors. He opens the video again and hits play.
Yunho watches with bated breath as Mingi’s hand begins teasing the tip of his red, swollen dick. It glistens in the flash of Mingi’s phone as he spreads the precum across the flesh before sinking his hand down his length. The sounds coming from Mingi are shallow and breathless. Yunho feels his ears get hot just listening to his friend’s soft moans as he teasingly fucks into his own hand. The moaning gets slightly louder and Yunho himself gasps when he hears Mingi’s gravely, lust filled voice emit from the speakers of his phone.
“I can’t wait to get this in your mouth, baby,” Mingi groans. His hand slides down to the base, squeezing softly and shaking his dick tauntingly. “Or maybe I can get my mouth on yours. It looked delicious.” Mingi stops teasing himself then and begins fucking his fist harder, moaning wantonly.
“Jesus,” Yunho says, watching the scene on his screen. His entire face feels hot now, and he involuntary spread his own legs under his covers at some point. He realizes that his own dick has taken significant interest in what is happening on his phone. He squeezes his eyes shut at that knowledge. Yunho is only human after all. It’s only natural that he’d get turned on by watching a hot man jerk himself off while moaning beautifully.
Not that Yunho thinks Mingi is hot. Or that his raspy moans and curses sound beautiful to his ears.
When Yunho opens his eyes again, he notices that the video has ended without him realizing. Since he’s already past the point of no return, his horny brain decides there’s no harm in tapping play again to see what he missed with his eyes closed.
Yunho’s own hand shamelessly slithers down his body to palm at his dick through his boxers as he rewatches the video. Once he gets back to the part he hasn’t seen, he slips his own hand under the fabric and fists himself, slowly jerking himself off to the same pace as Mingi in the video.
“I could suck you so good. I can taste you now.” Mingi rasps, rocking his hips gently. His voice sends a shock of arousal through Yunho’s body and he has to completely remove his own hand from his dick in fear of cumming too soon. He curses as Mingi continues to speak. “I can’t wait to meet up with you. Get my mouth around that beautiful big cock.”
Yunho lets out another string of curses, rocking his own hips as Mingi does. He keeps his hand to his side, trying to stave off his own orgasm the best he can, getting just enough pleasure from the press of the fabric of his boxers against his slick skin. His mind briefly wanders to the person the video was made for. Yunho finds himself heat at the idea of Mingi meeting up with someone and dropping to his knees for them, lips spread wide around an anonymous dick. The heat he feels he immediately recognizes as jealousy.
He watches intently as Mingi reaches his own orgasm, painting his belly with white ropes, before the video ends on a curse from Mingi. Yunho tries and fails not to think about what it would be like to lick Mingi’s stomach clean.
The video minimizes, showing Yunho the text he sent that Mingi still hasn’t answered. He types out a shameless and horny ‘wow’ and waits for it to be delivered before opening the video again.
This time, he listens to Mingi’s moaning and teasing words and imagines that he was actually the intended recipient of this video. Yunho is so blinded by lust that he pictures Mingi on his knees in front of him instead of some anonymous man, opening his mouth and taking him in. He imagines it’s his dick that Mingi wants to taste, that Mingi called beautiful. He gets his hand back around his dick and rocks into his fist, no longer caring if he cums too soon. He lasts an embarrassingly short amount of time before he cums, making a mess of his boxers. The video ends as Yunho cleans himself up with the soiled fabric. He slips out of bed to quickly change his boxers before typing out another message to Mingi.
Yu-Yu
22:38
Impressive
But I’m guessing you didn’t mean to send that to me right
He knows the answer, obviously. They’re friends of course. Just friends. Have been for so, so long. And Yunho has definitely never thought of his friend like that.
Never.
He lays back in bed and buries himself back under his covers. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to his friendship with Mingi. Yunho always knew the other man was special. He was immediately drawn to him. Mingi didn’t even have to say a word and Yunho knew he needed to have Mingi be in his life.
They clicked immediately. Then their relationship grew as quickly as it started. Yunho could easily say Mingi was his best friend. His twin flame. His soulmate.
He definitely didn’t have romantic, or sexual for that matter, feelings for Mingi.
At least not at first.
The stronger than friendship feelings came during college. They lived together the entire time they were in university. They knew they wanted to stick together and go to the same school so it only made sense to live with each other. It wasn’t until their sophomore year when Mingi had come out to Yunho and let him know he had feelings for a boy in one of his classes that Yunho even thought he could have a chance of being with Mingi in that way. He knew that he himself was gay, and he knew that Mingi knew Yunho liked men, but while he hoped Mingi did too, he never had that confirmation.
Then when Yunho had to see Mingi bring home the same boy he said he had a crush on and then had to listen to them fucking in Mingi’s bedroom while Yunho pretended to study with headphones in, that’s when Yunho knew he was screwed. He knew for sure how he felt about Mingi. But he knew he couldn’t do anything about it because he was terrified of destroying their friendship.
And Yunho knew it wasn’t just sexual. Yes, he wanted to take Mingi to bed and ravish him or have Mingi do the same to him, he wasn’t picky, but he also wanted to take him on dates. Hold his hand. Kiss him. Tell him he loved him.
But he couldn’t. He was scared then, knowing how deep the feelings went.
He still is scared now. Especially since he looks at his phone and Mingi still has not replied to any of his texts after the video was sent. He types out a quick text of Mingi’s name before placing his phone on his nightstand and rolling over. Yunho stares at his wall for a few minutes, more nervous than tired, and then he hears his phone vibrate. He snatches it from the table to see Mingi finally replied.
Princess Minki
22:50
please delete that
i’m so sorry
And now Yunho is even more nervous. He knew it was a mistake that Mingi sent the video. And it was even more of a mistake for Yunho to watch (and cum to) the video. He replies to Mingi immediately, telling him not to worry about it and that he’ll delete the video. Yunho selfishly thinks that maybe he won’t delete the video. But he won’t save it to his phone. It’ll just exist in his text thread with Mingi. There’s no harm in that, right? It’ll get buried eventually by the sheer amount of texts they send each other. Maybe Yunho will eventually begin to forget what Mingi sounds like when he cums.
Mingi doesn’t reply to Yunho’s text, so he shoots out a few more texts just to make sure Mingi knows it’s truly okay that this has happened. There are no hard feelings from Yunho whatsoever, no pun intended.
Then Yunho remembers they were supposed to hang out in the morning.
He texts Mingi a few more times, knowing it’s becoming overbearing, but unable to help himself and his stewing anxiety. Once he’s satisfied, he puts his phone back down and rolls to his other side. He stares at the wall for a few moments before falling into a restless sleep.
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Yu-Yu
22:51
Consider it gone. It happens.
No worries
22:52
Are you okay though?
It’s really not a big deal, I promise
22:54
Mingi?
23:01
I’m still coming over in the morning right?
23:02
Good night, Min. I’ll see you in the morning okay?
********
Yunho finds himself at Mingi’s door bright and early the next morning. He doesn’t bother knocking on the door and just uses the key he has to Mingi’s apartment to let himself in. They gave each other keys to their apartments for emergency purposes and Yunho feels like this is emergency enough.
Plus he wants to surprise Mingi with breakfast.
He woke up to zero texts or calls from Mingi, and cooking breakfast will both soothe his own nerves as well as hopefully make Mingi understand that there is nothing wrong with accidentally sending a dirty video to your best friend.
He begins preparing the pancakes, bacon, and eggs, knowing the classic American breakfast is one that he and Mingi both enjoyed as a guilty pleasure when they studied abroad during their senior year. He even stopped at a store on the way over here and picked up a brand of orange juice that he knows Mingi loves. Yunho hopes that the smell wafting deliciously through the small apartment will be enough to rouse Mingi from his sleep. He considers himself lucky when the food is almost done and he hears Mingi’s doors begin to open and shut in the distance. He turns the burners off and makes his way to the closed bathroom door. He taps lightly on the door when he doesn’t hear any sounds coming from inside.
“Breakfast is almost ready, Min. I picked up some juice on my way here. I got your favorite brand.” Yunho says softly. He waits but there is no response from the other side of the door. The anxious butterflies in Yunho’s stomach flutter wildly. After a moment, the door opens and Yunho is greeted by Mingi’s mildly shocked face. Yunho smiles weakly and backs up to give him some space.
“Uh,” Mingi says, scratching the back of his hair with his fingers. Yunho’s makes a point to not let his eyes stray anywhere other than Mingi’s face. He’s afraid of what his traitorous face would do if he so much as glanced at another part of Mingi’s form. “Thank you,” Mingi says softly, clearly nervous. Yunho nods in response and takes the lead back to the kitchen. He plates the completed food, pours the juice, and sets the table with everything.
“I hope you like everything,” Yunho says, taking the seat across from Mingi. They both take their chopsticks in their hands and begin to eat in silence. Every so often, Yunho glances up at Mingi who is staring at his plate like it’s going to get up and dance if he so much as looks away. The silence is about to drive Yunho insane when Mingi finally speaks.
“I’m sorry about last night.” Mingi says quickly, finally looking up at Yunho. Yunho pauses with a piece of pancake halfway to his mouth and smiles, just glad that they’re talking. He finishes taking his bite as Mingi watches him.
“No worries, man.” Yunho says, plastering a smile on his face. He’s telling the truth. There are no worries at all.
“I hope it didn’t ruin anything,” Mingi says, gesturing loosely between them with his chopsticks. Yunho’s cheeks begin to hurt from how hard he’s working to keep his smile on his face. He can’t believe Mingi is worried that something like this would ruin what they have. Mingi could’ve sent Yunho a video of himself murdering someone and it probably wouldn’t have ruined their friendship as far as Yunho is concerned.
“Of course not,” Yunho says, taking a sip of his juice to give his mouth a break from the smile. He decides to play a little coy when he adds, “What’s a little masturbation video between friends?” He watches as Mingi practically chokes on a bite of his pancake. Yunho can’t help but laugh at how endearing he finds his friend. Nothing as simple as a little jerking off video could ever ruin Yunho’s friendly thoughts about Mingi.
What Yunho is actually worried about, is how a simple jerking off video could make any other thoughts about Mingi he’s spent forever trying to push down finally come back to the surface.
********
Yunho has been in his own apartment for about a half an hour when he gets an insane idea. It’s absolutely crazy, but once it’s in his head, the urge to go through with it gets so strong that his body is vibrating with want.
He’s going to send Mingi a video of his own.
He spent the entire day at Mingi’s apartment, and after the initial awkwardness between the two of them, everything was fine again. But Yunho couldn’t help but picture Mingi on his back, holding his own hard dick in his hand, moaning in pleasure. He secretly trailed his eyes down Mingi’s completely and innocently clothed body while they played video games in front of Mingi’s tv. He couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if Yunho pushed Mingi’s controller out of his hands and dropped to his knees right then and there.
While Mingi has never blatantly shown any interest of that kind in Yunho, and the clear and rational side of his brain knows he is clearly trying to hook up with someone else, Yunho can’t help but wonder what could happen? What could happen if Mingi knew Yunho was here and he is so, so willing to give Mingi literally anything he wants and more?
He’s already starting to chub up with the anticipation of what he’s going to do when he finally makes his way into his bedroom. Yunho wonders how he should do it. He doesn’t want to alarm Mingi, of course, he will probably be mildly alarmed when he receives the video anyway. Yunho knows the surprise is unavoidable.
Then he gets another idea. He’s going to tell Mingi that he needs to get even. Mingi sent him a video, therefore it’s only fair that he gets one in return, right? Yunho smiles to himself as he sits on the edge of his bed. He’s going to copy what Mingi did in his video, film it the same way, maybe tease himself.
When Yunho shucks his clothes off and is lying on top of his covers, he’s fully hard. Just thinking about this is going to drive him insane. He has never considered himself an exhibitionist, nor has he ever actually taken nudes that have been sent to another person before, but this is Mingi he’s going to be sending it to. And Mingi is a good recipient of Yunho’s first ever solo porn video.
Yunho props his back up against his headboard and gets his phone in his left hand. He turns his lamp off for an added effect, since Mingi’s video had also started in darkness. He gives his dick a few quick tugs, smearing the already copious amount of precum along himself. He points his lens at his dick and hits record.
“I’m making us even. I hope you don’t mind.” Yunho says in a voice he hopes sounds less aroused than he feels. Of course, Mingi will be able to see how aroused he is in a second. He flicks the lamp back on and illuminates his own dick in his screen. He wraps his hand around himself and marvels at the way he looks in the screen of his phone.
After a few slightly teasing strokes, he can’t help but want to escalate things further. He takes his hand off his dick and blindly reaches for the lube that lives on his bedside table. He’s sadly become a master at squeezing lube onto one hand with the same hand, but it’s a skill that comes in handy right now. He brings his slick hand back to his swollen dick and begins touching himself without any finesse whatsoever.
Yunho feels like he should be worried that this seems eager, but he just can’t. The wet slide feels so good and the idea of Mingi seeing him like this feels even better. He feels his orgasm building just from this and he moans, dragging his hand to the base of his dick and squeezing to ward it off.
“You said the person you meant to send your video to looked delicious,” Yunho says, head foggy in his lustful haze. He’s imagining Mingi’s deep voice praising him, telling him how good he looks. He can’t help as his own words spill from his lips. “You looked pretty delicious yourself.” Yunho licks his lips behind his camera, imagining Mingi’s hard dick and starts stroking himself again, flattening his dick against his belly and jerking his hips up slightly. Then he takes himself back in his hand and begins fucking his fist in earnest. “I hope he appreciates how good you look, Min.”
Yunho moans louder at that, imagining Mingi’s reaction to his praise. He’s told Mingi before that he’s attractive. He knows Mingi knows he is attractive. It’s obvious with the way he carries himself that he owns a mirror. But now that Yunho has seen all of him, he knows just how true that is. Mingi is hot. And Yunho wants him. Dear god, does he want him.
He whines as he fucks his own wet fist, imagining the slick heat as Mingi’s mouth or even Mingi’s tight, wet hole. That thought has Yunho cumming with a string of curses falling from his lips. He points his dick towards the lens and watches as he paints his belly with his release. Once he’s milked himself dry, he turns off the recording without another word. He throws his head back against his headboard and drops the hand holding his phone on the bed beside him.
“Holy shit,” Yunho mutters into the empty room as he takes shuddery breaths. What is he doing? Why is he doing this?
But he can’t stop. He has to go through with it. He has to know what kind of reaction comes from Mingi. He picks the phone back up with his one hand and sends the video with no context. He watches as Mingi opens the message almost immediately.
Then he begins to panic.
He’s crazy. There’s no doubt about it. Accidentally sending something like that to someone is excusable, but he just sent Mingi an unsolicited dick video that was blatantly for him. He even used Mingi’s name in it, for god’s sake.
When Mingi doesn’t reply right away, Yunho leaves his phone on his bed and goes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He takes time cleaning his filthy belly and splashes water on his face before changing his clothes and going back to bed.
It takes a full fifteen minutes before Mingi replies to his text.
Princess Minki
20:10
wow
okay
Yunho’s heart is pounding in his chest as he types out his own reply. Mingi didn’t seem immediately repulsed by Yunho’s video. Yunho could work with that. He chooses to be a little flirty as well as proving to Mingi that everything is still okay.
Yu-Yu
20:11
Took you long enough to reply ;)
But see, no worries.
20:12
We’re good.
Once the texts are delivered, Yunho puts his phone face down on his table and buries himself into his covers. He sleeps better than he has in weeks.
********
Yunho wakes up with his alarm at 6:45 on the dot, just like every other work day. He doesn’t need to wake up so early, but he enjoys taking his time getting ready in the morning before heading to the dance studio he owns with his friend Wooyoung. He pries his sleepy eyes open and pulls his phone off his table to shut off his alarm. Then he sees that he already has some texts and a picture from Mingi.
He knows Mingi also gets up early, but unlike Yunho, he has to get up this early for the commute to his office job. Yunho unlocks his phone, curious as to what kind of image Mingi sent him this early in the morning.
Princess Minki
06:43
[1 image]
i have to change my sheets before work
tragic
Yunho gasps as he makes the picture bigger. It’s an image shot from around Mingi’s chest level of what is clearly his own cum smeared across his belly and on the bedsheets under him, as well as his spent dick in full view. Yunho shamelessly zooms in on the photo, taking in the obvious wet spot on both his bed and skin. It looks to Yunho like Mingi had been humping his bed immediately before this photo was taken. The thought sends fire through Yunho’s own body.
As it happens, Yunho was already dealing with some morning wood of his own that he was just going to take care of in the shower, but instead of getting up, he flips over onto his belly on his bed and ruts his hips against his own sheets. He props his phone up so he can see the picture Mingi sent him as he rocks his hips down, the friction from his sheets a little too dry. Soon enough, he’s spilled enough precum that the slide is a little better.
“What were you thinking about?” Yunho mutters softly to himself as he rocks his hips. He drags a hand up to fist at the pillow under his head as he moves. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to imagine Mingi, face down in his own bed, much like Yunho is now. The fact that Mingi woke up and immediately got himself off before sending a picture of the result to Yunho has him gasping. His hips still a second later as he cums on his sheets like Mingi had.
Yunho lets out a string of curses as he comes down from his high. His phone screen has gone dark, so he unlocks it and swipes back to the texts with Mingi where he says he has to change his sheets. Yunho guesses that he sure does too, but he’s not letting Mingi know that. Not yet. He still wants to play a little game with him. He types out a coy message and gets up to strip his bed. Mingi replies shortly after, and Yunho can’t help but smile to himself.
Yu-Yu
07:02
Jesus Christ
I wonder what caused that mess
Princess Minki
07:05
i bet you’d like to know
********
Yunho couldn’t help but send Mingi a few more mildly flirty little texts before they both had to go to their respective jobs. He’s really glad that Mingi didn’t decide to send him a cease and desist after the video Yunho sent him. If anything, the picture Mingi sent this morning felt like an invitation to continue what was going on.
He’s unable to use his phone again until the afternoon due to the group of children he is teaching some basic choreography. Once the smaller children are picked up by their parents and Yunho has a short break before his teenage class comes in, he checks his phone to see a text from Mingi come through. He tries not to think about the implications of that. What are the odds Mingi texts him at the same time Yunho picks his phone up?
Princess Minki
14:29
I sent you that picture this morning right?
Yu-Yu
14:30
Yeah 👀
Why
Princess Minki
14:32
seems like we’re uneven again
14:33
what are you gonna do about that
Yunho sees the little notice at the bottom of the text thread, letting him know Mingi has switched his phone onto Do Not Disturb and can no longer receive notifications. Yunho can’t help but smirk. Mingi is teasing him. He’s interested in what Yunho has to offer, at least in the form of media messages. He’s all but come out and said it. His last message was a literal invitation for Yunho to send him something sexy back.
Yunho jumps as the door to his studio slams closed behind one of his older students. He bows in a greeting and slips his phone back in his bag next to the wall of full length mirrors on one end of the room. He can’t fulfill Mingi’s request now, but he has some time to think about what he’s going to send back.
********
Yunho’s afternoon class goes without a hitch as always. He loves the teenagers he teaches because there aren’t many and they also pick up choreography so fast that he made an executive decision and ended class a little early so he could get back to his phone.
And lucky for Yunho, Wooyoung had the same idea and also ended his afternoon class early so he could rush home before a date with his boyfriend. Yunho has the entire studio to himself for the rest of the afternoon. He quickly locks up the studio and exiles himself away from any potential voyeurs. The only voyeur he wants is Mingi.
Yunho opens their texts to be greeted with the same Do Not Disturb notification which tells him that Mingi will continue ignoring his phone potentially until he’s completely done with his work day and back at home. This idea excites Yunho and he hatches a plan. He’s going to take a lewd picture, send it now, and then wait until Mingi is home and send him a video when he knows Mingi is paying attention to him.
He goes over to the full length mirrors and looks at himself. He’s dressed comfortably for class. The best thing about his career and owning his own business is that he can dress however he wants. Sweatpants are both comfy and practical when it comes to dance.
Sweatpants are also practical when it comes to taking dirty photos of yourself. Yunho runs a hand along the already hardening bulge in his pants. He briefly wonders if he should be concerned that just the mere thought of filming himself for Mingi gets him this turned on this quickly. Once he’s fully hard in his pants, he pulls just his dick out to hang above his waistband. It’s peeking out between the fabric of his shirt and sweatpants and looking at himself is honestly doing a lot for Yunho. This scene is hot. It probably helps that he’s in his literal place of work, so it feels extra naughty to have his hard dick out in front of the mirrors he dances in front of every day.
He jerks himself off a few times to make sure he looks even more tantalizing for Mingi before taking his phone in both hands and snapping a few pictures. He chooses the best one and doesn’t even bother putting his dick away before sending it off to Mingi.
Yu-Yu
16:43
[1 Image]
16:45
I had the studio to myself for a bit
Hope we’re even again
Except Yunho doesn’t hope they’re even again. He knows for a fact that they won’t be even again. Not after what he’s about to do. He takes his dick back in his hand and begins to tease the tip, smearing the precum along the head before dragging his fingers slowly down to the base. Once he verifies that Mingi has not opened his texts, he gets to work.
Yunho starts filming himself in the mirror so you can only see his reflection. He steps a little closer before pawing at his cock, making it bounce slightly. His own reflection is doing a lot more for him than he should admit. He stops toying with himself and finally wraps his fingers around his length.
“Wooyoung is supposed to be back to help me close any minute,” Yunho whispers. It’s a lie, but Mingi doesn’t have to know that. As far as Mingi knows, Yunho is still at work with at least one other person in the vicinity. Yunho finds himself wishing that Wooyoung was still here. The imaginary thrill of it all sends a spark of arousal down his spine. He steps even closer to the mirror, touching the tip of his dick against his reflection. He smears the precum oozing from his slit along the glass. “How am I going to explain this to him?”
He watches his own reflection as he continues stroking himself, knocking his knuckles against the glass as he does so. He thinks about the mess he’s making and imagines what would happen if Wooyoung was here and did walk in on him. Yunho would have to tell him why he was jerking himself off in their studio mirror. He’d have to admit what he and Mingi have been up to. He’d have to admit why his dick is so hard and wet just thinking about his best friend. The thought has Yunho cumming unexpectedly. He bites his lip to muffle the moans as they spill out, trying to keep quiet as if he truly wasn’t alone, as he paints the mirror with ropes of his cum. He doesn’t know what else to do so he stops the video and drops his forehead to the mirror.
Yunho watches as his own cum begins to trail down his mirror and can’t help but continue stroking his softening dick until it begins to hurt a little. He sighs before tucking himself back in his pants. Then he puts his phone back in his bag and goes to find the glass cleaner to clean up the mess he made. He stress cleans the entire wall of mirrors before officially closing up the studio and going home for the night.
********
Yunho is sitting in his apartment at the exact time he knows Mingi arrives home from work, staring at his phone with bated breath. Not that he knows exactly when Mingi gets home or anything. That would be silly. But he has his text thread open at the exact time he sees Mingi read his text. Mingi has seen the last lewd photo of Yunho’s dick peeking through his clothes. He takes his chance quickly and fires out his pre-planned texts with the newest video attached directly after.
Yu-Yu
18:30
I see you opened my message
I hate to tell you that we’re not even again
[1 video]
The additional messages are read immediately and Yunho waits, staring at his phone for the entire length of the video he sent. He doesn’t move an inch, just stares down at the texts. The length of the video comes and goes without a response. When ten full minutes pass, more than enough time to watch the video and respond, Yunho locks his phone in a panic.
“Oh fuck, what have I done?” He asks himself, dropping his phone on his bed and standing up. He flees his room and sits on his couch instead, staring at the black screen of the tv in his living room. He sits in the living room in silence, keeping an ear out for his phone in his bedroom. He turned the ringer on specifically so he would know if Mingi replied to something if he wasn’t paying attention to his phone for some unknown reason. Not that Yunho has been paying attention to anything these past few days other than his phone and Mingi on the other end of it.
He stands abruptly and goes into the kitchen, fetching himself a bottle of soju. He doesn’t typically like drinking during the week, but his panicking brain needs something, anything, to do. He drops down into a chair in his kitchen and chugs straight from the bottle. Before he knows it, over half of it is gone. He drops his head onto the kitchen table and lets out a sharp breath.
What if this was all a mistake? Yunho vaguely remembers that he didn’t eat dinner, too busy with waiting for Mingi to get home, so the soju is hitting him harder and faster than it usually does. His tipsy brain continues to spiral. What if Mingi was just humoring Yunho after he returned that original video? What if he isn’t interested in anything Yunho has to offer? What if he was just enjoying seeing a man send him his dick?
Mingi was trying to send that first video to some random hookup. What if Yunho can’t compare to him? What if he’s hotter than Yunho? What if his dick is bigger? What if Mingi likes him more? What if Mingi doesn’t like Yunho at all anymore? What if this whole thing actually is ruining their friendship?
Yunho feels the tears begin to fall before he realizes what’s happening. He needs to stop drinking. It’s only making things worse. He stands up and hobbles back over to the fridge, clumsily putting the soju bottle back inside. He grabs a bottle of water before going back to his bedroom, chugging the water on the way. He flings himself onto his bed, depositing the closed bottle on the floor beside it, and squeezes his eyes shut, pushing out some more tears when he does so.
Yunho must unintentionally fall asleep because he eventually hears his phone going off in rapid succession beside his pillow. He pries his swollen eyes open and flips it over to look at the screen. His heart goes to his throat when he sees a string of texts, as well as one media message, from Mingi.
Princess Minki
19:24
sorry, i got a little distracted
hope this makes up for it
[1 video]
we're even again
Yunho immediately sits up with his phone in his hand, head hurting mildly from the soju he chugged. He unlocks the phone and goes straight to his texts. He taps the video Mingi sent him, making it bigger, and hits play.
“Yunho-ya,” Mingi says on the screen. The video is shot in the mirror in his bedroom, similar to how Yunho’s was shot. He’s looking at the lens as he films and he’s still dressed in his work attire, a blue button down, tie undone, and a pair of well fitted black slacks. Black slacks that show Yunho an impressive bulge. He swallows thickly as his eyes roam down Mingi’s form.
“Look at what you’ve been doing to me,” Mingi continues. His voice is rough and it sends shivers down Yunho’s spine. He’s always had a thing for Mingi’s voice, whether the other man is aware of it or not. Yunho watches, eyes widening as Mingi runs his hand down his shirt before tugging it out of his pants, untucking the material slowly. He swiftly pops the button on his pants and slips his hand inside, pulling his already hard dick out of the fabric. Yunho can tell how wet he is already just by how the tip is glistening in Mingi’s bedroom lights. Yunho licks his lips at the sight.
“I’m so hard because of you, Yunho-ya,” Mingi says, slowly stroking himself. The camera tilts slightly and Yunho can see his dick from two angles now. He watches Mingi’s large hand pleasure himself and he has to take a moment to pause the video and squeeze his own eyes shut. He shamelessly wiggles his hips and pulls his own cock out, giving himself a little squeeze. Mingi said he is the reason he’s so hard. Mingi thinks Yunho is attractive, at least enough to be this aroused by his videos. The anxiety he was feeling earlier begins to dissipate, feeling silly looking back.
He plays the video again and it immediately greeted by Mingi’s rough voice once again. “This is what we could look like,” he says, leaning forward a little and pressing the tip of his dick against the mirror. He’s mimicking what Yunho did in his own video and Yunho gasps at the knowledge. “I bet it would feel so good. Look how wet I am for you already.” He squeezes his dick and some more precum slowly trickles out over his fingers and against the mirror. Yunho moans and speeds his own hand up. “I saw how wet you got too. I would’ve licked it off the mirror for you.” Yunho can’t help but picture Mingi on his knees, cleaning the mess Yunho made on his dance studio mirror up with his tongue. Then he pictures himself doing it for the mess Mingi is leaving on his own bedroom mirror. He whines at the thought and rocks his hips up, meeting his fist roughly.
Mingi is whining and moaning loudly as he fucks into his fist in the video and Yunho can’t help but copy him. He never thought about what Mingi could sound like in this situation, but now that he knows, he’ll never be able to forget it. The video becomes slightly shaky as Mingi’s forehead hits the glass in front of him and Yunho watches as he cums against his own reflection. He whispers out a soft, “Fuck, Yu-Yu,” as he drags the head of his dick through the mess and the video ends abruptly.
If Yunho rewatches the video immediately after it ends just to hear Mingi’s raspy voice saying his name, praising him, saying those filthy words to him, it’s no one's business but his own. If he cums harder than he has in a while with Mingi’s name spilling from his lips as Yunho’s cum trails down his dick and belly, then that’s also nobody's business but his own.
Except he wants it to be someone else’s business too. He wants it to be Mingi’s business as well. His business in person. Yunho wants to finally make a move. Mingi teased him in the video, and Yunho can’t take it anymore. He wants, wants, wants. And this last video of Mingi rasping out Yunho’s name as he came feels to Yunho like Mingi wants him too.
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Yunho grimaces when he wakes up in the morning. He didn’t bother cleaning himself up before passing out on his back in bed. His phone is also dead and when Yunho plugs it in and it turns on, he notices that he overslept by well over an hour. He quickly jumps out of bed and heads to the shower to wash himself of his sinful night before snatching his partially charged phone off his nightstand and fleeing his apartment.
“Dude, are you okay?” Wooyoung asks him when he sprints in the front door of their studio much later than he typically shows up. Yunho is usually the first one in with Wooyoung showing up about a half hour later. Seeing Wooyoung there, settled in already, clearly having been at the studio for a while now, really puts things in perspective for Yunho.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” He says, putting his bag down near the same mirror he defiled yesterday. He glances at the line of mirrors and they still look clean.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Wooyoung says, coming up behind Yunho and looking at him through the reflection. Wooyoung wraps his arms around Yunho’s middle and he can’t help but lean back against the younger man. Wooyoung has always been touchy and Yunho is grateful for it. Something about it is grounding. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not usually late. I was getting worried.”
The clearly concerned look on Wooyoung’s face and his arms wrapped around him send Yunho into a fit. He suddenly begins shaking, tears spilling from his eyes for the second time in less than a day. This time, not because he’s nervous that he ruined his friendship with Mingi, but stressed that if he goes over there later, he’s going to be told that this was just a little horny fun through text and that Mingi doesn’t want to pursue anything with him.
Wooyoung spins Yunho in his arms so Yunho can cry against the crook of his neck instead. The bell above the door to their studio rings and Yunho glances up from his place buried in Wooyoung’s neck. “I’m going to take care of it, Yu-Yu, it’s okay,” Wooyoung assures him, giving him a squeeze before leaving his space and going to talk to the first of the parents who has arrived to drop off their child for dance class. Yunho slides down the mirror to sit on his bottom on the floor, burying his face against his own bent knees. After a few minutes, the bell chimes again and Yunho feels his phone vibrate. He slips it from his pocket, half hoping it’s something from Mingi but is instead greeted with a text in the work group chat he and Wooyoung have with all the families they teach.
Wooyoungie
08:42
Due to some matters that have occurred at the studio, all classes for everyone have been canceled for today. We look forward to seeing everyone again tomorrow.
Wooyoung joins Yunho on the floor against the mirror and Yunho glances over at him sadly. “That message is really professional, Youngie,” he smiles and sniffles softly, “I’m proud of you.”
Wooyoung swings an arm around Yunho and pulls him closer so they’re pressed fully together. “I want to make sure you’re okay, and everyone needs a little personal day every once in a while.” His words cause Yunho to begin crying again and they take a few moments to just hold each other as Wooyoung whispers soft comforting phrases against Yunho’s hair.
It’s then that Yunho begins to tell him everything. He leaves out all of the intense and horny details, but tells him all he needs to know. He tells Wooyoung that he and Mingi have been essentially fooling around after an accidental text meant for someone else. He tells him that this fooling around has reopened the feelings he thought he had repressed for Mingi. He tells him that he wants to try pursuing something with Mingi whether just physical or even more.
“I know how much you care about Mingi,” Wooyoung says when Yunho is done with his story. “I’ve been friends with both of you for years and anyone with eyes can see how you feel about him. Honestly, San and I have been rooting for you two to get together for a while now. Maybe this is just what needed to happen to finally push you two together.”
Yunho rubs his face on the knee of his sweatpants. “But he was clearly trying to get with someone else. What if I’m a downgrade from him?”
With that, Wooyoung turns fully and grabs Yunho’s face in his hands. “Hey, look at me. Mingi may have been hooking up with someone else, but he has been obviously reciprocating whatever it is you two have been doing.” Wooyoung shakes Yunho’s head softly and Yunho can’t help but laugh at his friend. “You are a catch, Yunho.” He turns both of them so they’re looking at themselves in the mirror. “You’re tall, hot, and fit. And so sweet. If I wasn’t already in a long term committed relationship, I’d be trying to lock you down for myself.”
Yunho laughs again when Wooyoung releases his face. “You say that like you haven’t tried to fuck me in the past.” Wooyoung scoffs playfully and rises to his feet.
“And you missed out on that by being too in love with Mingi to give in to my advances.” He winks and pulls Yunho to his feet as well.
“I am,” Yunho mutters. When Wooyoung quirks an eyebrow, he adds, “I think I am in love with Mingi.” Wooyoung pats the side of his face gently.
“Yeah, you are, buddy.” Wooyoung turns on his heel and heads back over to the front counter of the studio. “Since we’re playing hooky today, how about we make Sannie skip work with us and go eat some good food and talk about how you’re going to get your man?” Yunho laughs and grabs his bag from its spot on the floor. He follows Wooyoung to the front where they lock the studio and head out to go retrieve Wooyoung’s boyfriend from his apartment.
********
Lucky for them, Wooyoung’s boyfriend San works from home and was very willing to skip work to go get food with them. Wooyoung happily fills San in on Yunho’s story and San agrees that he thinks anything he tries with Mingi will be reciprocated. When the three of them eventually separate after their fully bellies and good conversation, the entire day has somehow passed.
Yunho begins the walk from San’s apartment where he left his friends to Mingi’s apartment. It’s a bit of a hike, but he wants to clear his mind before he gets there. The walk does the polar opposite of clearing his mind though, and he begins to spiral once again. He trusts his friends and their judgment, but he can’t help but be worried that he’s going to irreparably ruin everything.
He arrives, out of breath from the walk and the panicking, at Mingi’s door a few minutes after he knows Mingi arrives at home after work and hesitates before knocking on the door. The knocking unintentionally turns into pounding and Yunho winces at himself. After a moment, the door opens and Mingi’s worried face appears on the other side. Yunho’s already shallow breath hitches at the sight of his friend. He feels more frantic just being face to face with him for the first time since he sent a video back to him. Mingi has now seen his dick in all its glory and that knowledge makes Yunho flush.
“Are you okay?” Yunho is asked for the second time today. Mingi is looking at him with a concerned expression. He truly must look like he’s going through it for people to keep asking him that.
“No,” Yunho replies honestly, taking in Mingi’s own appearance. He’s still dressed from work and Yunho notes it’s an extremely similar outfit to the one Mingi was wearing in the last video he sent. Yunho feels dizzy at the fact that he’s seen Mingi cum wearing this dress shirt, slacks, and loosened tie combination.
“I’m going insane,” Yunho adds after he checks Mingi out. He walks past Mingi into the apartment and turns in the middle of the living room, watching as Mingi locks up behind them. Mingi turns to join him and looks startled by Yunho’s gaze.
“What’s wrong?” Mingi asks softly, concerned eyes boring into Yunho’s own nervous ones.
Yunho decides then to just end the virtual game they’re playing. “We’re even,” he says, voice cracking halfway through. “I don’t want to send you videos anymore.” Mingi’s face falls and Yunho feels like crying just looking at him. Why does Mingi look sad over this? Yunho wishes he knew what it meant.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Yu-Yu.” Mingi says, looking at the ground briefly before looking back at Yunho. Yunho wishes he could pull him in for a hug but he isn’t sure if he can at the moment. “I honestly thought the last one was too much but I sent it anyway.”
Too much? Yunho thinks. Definitely too much. It made him feel too much. It made him want too much. Yunho swipes his hands over his face in hopes that he can ward off his tears. “You don’t understand.” He sits down with his hands still on his face, hoping the couch is where he thinks it is and actually manages to sit on it if only barely.
“Help me understand. Let me see if I can fix it.” Mingi says. Yunho feels Mingi’s weight land on the other end of the couch. Yunho keeps his hands covering his eyes, unable to look at the other man.
“Your videos are ruining me, Min,” he says, muffled by his hands. It’s truthful, but it sounds harsher than intended to Yunho’s ears. They’re ruining him by making him want. By making him think too many horny, depraved thoughts about his best friend.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could take them back.” Mingi says softly. No, no, no. Yunho doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want Mingi to regret them. He doesn’t regret them. He removes his hands from his face just in time to see Mingi shifting to stand back up. Yunho thrusts a hand out and clutches Mingi’s thigh.
“I don’t wish that.” He says, looking at his friend. Mingi’s eyes widen and Yunho squeezes his thigh tighter. “I’ve been so fucking horny for the past few days, Mingi, you don’t get it.” Yunho uses the leverage on Mingi’s leg to pull them closer together on the couch. “The last one you sent me was a lot, you’re right. But because I had to hear my name coming from your mouth in that way. I haven’t stopped fucking thinking about it.” Yunho grabs Mingi’s other thigh with his free hand. Mingi looks down at his hands on him. “I’ve barely been able to focus all day. Wooyoung noticed and asked me what was wrong. I was that off from normal.”
Mingi lets out a breathless chuckle when Yunho stops talking. “So I didn’t ruin our friendship?” His words sound self deprecating and Yunho wants to shake him.
“No,” He says, finally gaining the last bit of courage, “but I’m going to.” Yunho releases one of Mingi’s thighs and grabs the tie hanging loosely around Mingi’s neck. He uses it to yank them together and slam their lips together so roughly it hurts Yunho a little.
The kiss is hungry. It’s been years in the making for Yunho. It feels like he’s getting everything he’s ever felt for the other man out in this one, powerful kiss. He takes control, sinking his tongue past Mingi’s lax lips and it draws a moan out of the other man. With the moan ringing in Yunho’s ears, he slides the hand still on Mingi’s thigh higher up on his leg, teasingly close to where Yunho wants to touch the most, and fists the fabric of his pants to stop himself from touching too soon. Mingi’s hands find their place in Yunho’s hair and in the front of his shirt, holding Yunho close as they kiss.
“Can I tell you something?” Mingi asks breathlessly when they pull apart. Yunho nods his head rapidly before surging forward and pressing kisses along Mingi’s neck and jaw. “I wanted to write your name on my mirror in my cum and send you a picture.” Mingi yelps when Yunho bites his throat softly, soothing the bite with a lick.
“You fucking should’ve,” Yunho says against Mingi’s neck. “Holy shit, that’s so hot.” He draws Mingi back in for another searing kiss, the image of his name written in Mingi’s cum strong in his brain.
Yunho pulls himself away from Mingi’s lips with a sudden thought. He removes himself from the other man and slides back on the couch so he’s seated fully on the cushion. He spreads his legs enticingly. “I have an idea though. How about I write my name in your throat with my cum?”
Mingi’s eyes go comically wide. He snatches a pillow off the couch and flings it onto the floor, sinking to his knees on top of the pillow just as quickly. Mingi’s obvious eagerness is doing a lot for both Yunho’s self esteem and his dick. Mingi’s hands land on Yunho’s thighs and he’s kneading the muscles in his legs, looking between the obvious bulge in Yunho’s pants and his darkened eyes.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” Mingi mutters, staring at the tent in his pants more blatantly. “Your cock is so pretty.” Yunho gasps and helps Mingi get his pants down just enough so Yunho can get a fist around himself. Mingi looks so beautiful on his knees between his legs that he can’t help himself. He rubs his already leaking tip across Mingi’s kiss swollen lips.
“Not as pretty as this fucking mouth,” Yunho says, taking Mingi’s jaw in his other hand. He coaxes Mingi’s lips apart and the younger man obeys easily. “You’re going to look so good wrapped around my dick. I’ve been thinking about it since that first video you sent me, telling that random guy you were trying to send it to that you wanted to suck him off.” He knows he’s rambling but he can’t stop himself. He guides the head of his dick past Mingi’s lips, and while Yunho is aware he’s got a decent sized dick, he feels a little proud when he sees tears begin to form in Mingi’s eyes as he takes him into his mouth.
“Have you thought about that other guy at all, Min?” Yunho asks selfishly. He can admit now that he felt jealous at the idea of Mingi trying to hook up with someone. Maybe he’s always felt jealous of anyone Mingi has dated or fucked. But now it’s stronger than ever, now that he's seen what he could have. He slides his hands to grasp at Mingi’s hair, tightening his grip and using the leverage to guide Mingi’s mouth along his length. The tight, wet heat is everything Yunho has ever dreamt of. “I’m glad you can’t answer me,” Yunho adds, “I might not want to hear the answer anyway.” Mingi glances up at Yunho with his wet eyes and something Mingi sees must do it for him because he’s suddenly moaning around Yunho’s dick, sending vibrations throughout Yunho’s entire body.
“I hope he hasn’t been on your mind at all,” Yunho continues babbling as he guides Mingi’s wet mouth up and down his swollen cock. It feels so good that Yunho believes he could live like this forever and be happy. “I hope you haven’t been sending those videos to me and to him. I hope they were all for me.” Mingi’s tongue flattens along the shaft of Yunho’s dick briefly before he uses his hands to tap Yunho’s thigh. Yunho snaps out of his brief reverie and loosens his grip on Mingi’s hair, allowing him to come up and breathe.
“Jealous?” Mingi asks, voice absolutely wrecked from the way Yunho’s cock had been hitting the back of his throat. He teases Yunho’s tip with his tongue as he looks up at Yunho through his lashes. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”
Yunho throws his head back and rocks his hips up, trying to seek more friction from Mingi’s tongue. Mingi takes him in his hand and begins kissing the side of Yunho’s cock, much like he was kissing Yunho’s lips earlier. Yunho has to school himself before reacting further.
“I’m not jealous.” He lies, looking back down at Mingi. “You’re just really fucking hot and I want you all to myself, okay?” This part is serious. Mingi stops kissing Yunho’s dick and furrows his brow, like he’s trying to school himself as well.
“I’ve only been sending the videos to you.” Mingi confirms. He licks a thick stripe from Yunho’s root to his tip. “I’ve only been thinking about you.” He repeats the motion, flattening his tongue even more before drawing the head into his mouth, sucking softly. “I want to taste you. Please, give it to me.”
Yunho must have some kind of trigger attached to Mingi because as soon as the words leave his lips, Yunho’s hand tightens in Mingi’s hair and he starts to cum on his tongue. Mingi wraps his lips around his tip and lets Yunho spill into his mouth, swallowing everything Yunho gives him. He rocks his hips slightly as Mingi licks him clean and throws his head back on the back of the couch, releasing his grip on Mingi’s hair once he’s finished.
“You’re not even going to return the favor?” Mingi jokes from the floor. Yunho smirks slightly and springs to action, reaching and finding Mingi’s tie and using it to yank him off the floor. Mingi lands on the couch, straddling Yunho’s lap, knees on either side of his thighs and hands on his shoulders. Their lips find each other once more.
Yunho gets his hand on the button of Mingi’s pants, undoing it and freeing his cock from its confines. “I want you to get this inside me next time.” Yunho says as Mingi rocks his hips, thrusting into Yunho’s fist.
“Next time?” Mingi asks, breathing heavily against Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho only nods.
“I meant what I said.” Yunho says, twisting his wrist in a way that has Mingi moaning and shuddering. He’s rocking steadily now and Yunho feels so possessive over the other man, especially now that he finally has his hand around his dick. “You’re fucking hot and I want you all to myself. I want you to delete that other guys number. From now on, if you feel the need to send a video of you jerking off to someone, you send it to me first and only me.” Mingi groans and tightens his grip on Yunho’s shoulders as he cums against Yunho’s hand and shirt.
“Deal.” Mingi says breathlessly. He presses kisses against Yunho’s sweaty neck as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. Yunho glances between them and after seeing the mess Mingi left on his clothes, vows to steal some of Mingi’s clothes for himself.