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The aircon wasn’t working, again, so Mingi was left to swelter away in the reception’s heat. Opening the windows or door wouldn’t help much, and he was getting close to desperate. Maybe dousing himself in a bucket of ice-cold water would help cool his hot skin. It was his fault really, he had checked the weather forecast before he left for work earlier today, so he couldn’t exactly complain that sweat clung even to his ass cheeks under his leather pants. They were a really nice pair of pants; they clung to all the good parts that Mingi was keen on showing off. His thighs were thick and thus attracted a lot of attention, but before that, the victim’s eyes would first stop on the exposed happy trail and even the faint definition of his V-line since the pants were also low-rise. They flared nicely underneath the knees and highlighted his ass in ways that had Mingi giggling to himself whenever he stood in the mirror, admiring himself. Thankfully, he hadn’t worn his leather vest today—even though it would’ve made the outfit so much hotter—because then Mingi was sure he would’ve long passed out due to overheating. The crop top was white and stopped right above his belly button, riding up further any time he had to stretch out his old bones—he wasn’t that old, he wouldn’t consider twenty-four old per se. The crop top featured a man with a moustache printed on it, saying something that Mingi had never bothered to check, and its sleeves had a blue-defined hem that wrapped sweetly around his biceps.
He wasn’t too buff, but you couldn’t say it wasn’t obvious that he’d hit up the gym every now and then. Mingi loved looking good, and so investing in himself was one of the few reasons why he needed money—and preferably lots of it. He was content with his current situation; the family business was thriving, and his uncle was pleased with Mingi’s performance so far. Well, as much as someone who doesn’t know a shit ton about cars can thrive in an auto service. In his mind, all Mingi had to do was look pretty and smile widely at clients, make appointments here and there, and do the billing Wooyoung dreaded so much. If anyone needed an expert in cars who wasn’t a mechanic but at least knew what they were talking about, that guy was Wooyoung, Mingi’s co-worker and receptionist buddy. Wooyoung had been working for Mingi’s uncle for many years now, making it easier for Mingi’s uncle when they had to accommodate him to the conditions and customs of the auto service. Mingi liked Wooyoung, he was honest and bold with his words, he didn’t take shit from anyone and he also didn’t allow anyone to walk all over them. Some clients tried doing so and left with their tails between their legs, Wooyoung’s face red from irritation, puffing about the nerve the client had even hours after they’d left. Mingi liked Wooyoung because there was not one dull moment with him by his side, and then, Mingi didn’t like Wooyoung when he threw Mingi knowing looks due to a certain mechanic…or when he’d terrorise Mingi into ordering car parts he had no idea of. He was scared of fucking up something as important as that, and Wooyoung took great joy in tasking him with it.
It was close to noon, and Mingi was growing hungry, but they had a bit more until their lunch break, so Mingi opted to drink more water and distract himself. He’d been sitting in his desk chair for too long either way, so after a good stretch and popping his vertebras, he had switched the radio channel to something livelier and then hovered over Wooyoung’s shoulder, curiously watching him make order after order for car parts.
“Supervising me?” Wooyoung had asked as he typed a new e-mail to a supplier, “Afraid I’m slacking off?”
“You’re the last person to slack off.” Mingi had said with a scoff, crossing his arms before he stole a pen off of Wooyoung’s desk, “I’m bored.”
“Find something to do, then.” Wooyoung muttered again, then threw Mingi a fleeting glance, “How about you take my phone and answer calls while I take care of this order?”
Mingi chuckled, pursing his lips as he walked back to his desk, leaning against the tall table. It reached just below his chest since he was tall, “I’m not that bored; I’ll find something else to do.”
But in fact, Mingi didn’t have anything else to find to do. So, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the top of the desk as he twirled the pen between his fingers, trying to read the tiny letters engraved on it without success. The music playing on the radio was fairly mainstream, so he recognised it and found himself absentmindedly humming along to it, his pushed-back hips lightly swaying to the rhythm. There was no one to see him, just Wooyoung, and he was busy cursing at himself under his breath, so Mingi wasn’t too embarrassed to do whatever. A client hadn’t come in for the past forty minutes, and despite this being neither good or bad, Mingi was glad because he could let loose a little bit—and also because they wouldn’t open the door to further let inside this atrocious heat that made small beads of sweat roll down between his pecks. If Mingi’s short spikey pink hair made his scalp sweat, he couldn’t even fathom what Wooyoung must’ve felt with his luscious curls falling over his nape, brushing almost against his shoulders. But the longer Mingi looked at him, the more he realised Wooyoung wasn’t bothered by the heat, and it just pissed him off. God had favourites, and right now, it felt like Mingi wasn’t one of them.
He tsked under his breath as he tried to pat down his forehead with the back of his hand, accidentally scratching his skin with his bulky rings. He was so used to wearing his jewellery that he sometimes forgot they were there and would either scratch or bruise his own skin with them. It was a bit embarrassing, but Mingi couldn’t remember anymore how long he’d been wearing all these extra cool accessories, more than three boxes filled only with his jewellery back home. They were his prized possession since he believed a man was nothing without their accessories. Sure, a cool outfit slapped hard and turned heads, but if it was accessorised correctly, man…it turned even more heads, and that meant more appreciation that Mingi didn’t shy away from. If anything, his vibrant pink hair was proof enough that he liked the attention as long as it wasn’t pushed too far or disturbing. People always did a double take at him when he walked down the street, and all Mingi did was smirk to himself, pull his shoulders back and stand even taller as he continued to strut down the street, sure of himself.
Mingi’s eyes were downcast as he stared at his nails, wondering if he should do nail polish again. The end of the pen was between his teeth, and his plump lips parted as he sighed loudly. The bell above the front door chimed loudly as both Mingi and Wooyoung looked up, expecting a client, but were instead met with Jeong Yunho’s lazy grin. He raised his hand in greeting towards Wooyoung, then settled his eyes on Mingi. He tried to be normal about it, Mingi really did try, but the sight of Yunho wearing his navy work onesie tied around his hips, his white tank top dirtied and sweat glistening on his shoulders and biceps had Mingi gulping hard, his teeth clamping down tightly on the pen. Mingi wished his teeth would be sinking into Yunho’s skin instead right now, but he quickly blinked that thought away before it would go further and fluster him more.
“Hey, are you free?” Yunho asked as he came to a stop in front of Mingi, the desk between them. Mingi nodded wordlessly, feeling his cheeks burn as Yunho’s eyes swiftly swept over his body. It was so quick that Mingi almost thought he simply blinked while looking down, but then Mingi reconsidered that thought when he remembered that he had caught Yunho staring at him this morning, too, while he tried not to spill his tote bag’s contents on the pebbled road as he got out of his car.
“Sure, what’s up?” Mingi was grateful that at least his voice didn’t squeak or crack, a deep rumble as always, as Yunho’s grin grew. His warm eyes seemed to be sparkling all of a sudden, and Mingi had to look away, unable to hold Yunho’s gaze for too long. He’d never been able either way, so it wouldn’t be too weird to Yunho—at least Mingi hoped so. Then, Mingi became suddenly aware of the headlight Yunho held in his hands, now placed on the desk between them as Mingi stood back up straight, his eyebrows furrowing, “What’s that—I mean, I know what it is, but…is something wrong with it?”
Yunho chuckled under his breath, and it was his turn to lean against the tall desk, placing his elbow on the surface and resting his chin in his palm. His bicep flexed slightly, and Mingi was gulping, tearing his eyes away from Yunho’s milky—and no doubt soft—skin. He had a blue bandana tied around his left bicep too, probably to have something to dab the sweat on his face in, but Mingi was sure it was there to entice him even more…as if he didn’t already find Yunho insanely hot.
“It’s broken slightly,” Yunho pointed at the spot, and Mingi was looking at it but not exactly seeing it since he was hyper-focused on Yunho’s long fingers, “So water will get in and fog up the headlight; can’t have that, can we?”
It took Mingi a second to realise Yunho was actually waiting for an answer, so he very lamely said, “Uh, yeah, right, I mean…no.”
Yunho chuckled then placed both elbows on the table, and Mingi had to physically force himself to look at Yunho’s face only, his nose and cheeks were slightly sunburnt and gave him a natural blush, and Mingi swore it was getting too hard looking at him, “Can you order a new part for me, please?”
Mingi had no idea why Yunho was asking this of him when Mingi barely knew anything about cars, let alone was confident enough to order parts without Wooyoung’s guidance. He glanced at the faulty headlight and gulped, about to ask which car it belonged to, but Wooyoung beat him to it.
“Which car?” Yunho turned his head and looked at Wooyoung, trying to rub the dirt off his knuckles.
“The Toyota from 2008.” Wooyoung’s eyebrows furrowed as he raised his head sharply, sucking in air through his teeth.
“That car is supposed to leave the service tomorrow, Yunho.” Mingi watched as Yunho raised his eyebrows, looking like he didn’t really care about that. It seemed to tick Wooyoung off as his eyes narrowed at the mechanic, making Wooyoung scoff, “We can’t just order a new part, Yun, you should’ve told us earlier.”
“I wasn’t working on it until today,” Yunho said with a shrug, and Wooyoung pinched his nose, looking visibly annoyed as he tried to keep his temper in check.
“Well, you still should’ve looked if anything was wrong with it.” Yunho opened his mouth, but Wooyoung didn’t let him speak, “The car needs to go out tomorrow, so we won’t be ordering any new parts, Yun. You can fix it, too; don’t be lazy.”
Yunho scoffed, and Mingi watched as his jaw clenched lightly, and Mingi swore his heart started racing. Yunho was always happy, he was always smiling, his expression friendly and inviting. It had been quite a few years since the two had known each other, and Mingi had yet to see Yunho truly angry. He wondered what he’d look like. Maybe he’d be shouting, or maybe he’d be staring daggers at you until you gave in and questioned what his problem was with you, but either way, Mingi should’ve felt embarrassed that he was excited at the idea of seeing Yunho angry. But it didn’t happen as Yunho sighed long, grabbing the headlight off the desk, “I’m not lazy. The car has only original parts, and I thought it wouldn’t be right if I started fixing this thing. It’ll look patchy.”
“Not my problem.” Wooyoung shrugged with a challenging look on his face, and Mingi bit his lip as Yunho rolled his eyes, “Should’ve checked earlier.”
And then they were both ignored as Wooyoung’s phone rang loudly, making him sigh before he picked it up, the same old mantra leaving his mouth, “Hello, you’ve called Wooyoung from Fix On Parts, how may I help you?”
“God, he’s insufferable.” Yunho groaned under his breath and Mingi chuckled, looking at Yunho and admiring him as the other one was busy investigating the headlight in his hands, “He should try fixing this shit, I’m gonna waste more than an hour on this, meanwhile we could order a new one and have the client wait for another one or two days.”
“He’s been waiting for, uhm, almost three weeks now, though…” Mingi added, more like a grimace than a smile on his lips when Yunho’s head whipped up. His eyes were narrowed at Mingi, but his expression lacked any malice, and Mingi just shrugged, knowing that Wooyoung was right about this. Yunho has had all the time in the world to check the headlight and ask for a new one. Sometimes parts got damaged during transport, and they were forced to send them back and order a new one, in worst-case scenarios, waiting even weeks for the new parts.
“Right,” Yunho muttered and took a deep breath. Mingi watched as his chest expanded before deflating, his eyes slowly trailing back up to Yunho’s face. He was smirking now, looking a bit amused as he leaned towards Mingi, the desk still between them, “Good thing you’re not as cranky as Wooyoung, right? Makes me have a reason to come to the reception more often.”
Mingi gulped, flushing again, but he vehemently ignored it, telling himself it was from the immense summer heat, “I won’t be cranky as long as you don’t make me order stuff.”
Yunho chuckled, well aware that Mingi wasn’t as knowledgeable about cars as he or even Wooyoung were, “Don’t worry, princess, I can teach you. It’s a lot easier than it looks.”
Mingi almost guffawed as Yunho winked at him. Wooyoung’s higher-pitched voice was nothing but white noise as Mingi’s ears rang. Yunho’s been calling him a princess for ages now, and yet, he still wasn’t used to it, his ears burning as he touched his pink hair, running his fingers through the short strands. Yunho’s eyes followed the action as he bit his bottom lip for a second, and Mingi’s legs went a bit weak as Yunho’s expression slightly fell. Then, as if nothing had happened, he was back to smiling brightly at Mingi, a laugh on his lips, “I’ll get back to work before Wooyoung chases me out of here like a crazed caveman.”
“I heard that!” The phone was pressed into Wooyoung’s shoulder as he pointed a finger at Yunho threateningly, making the two tall men laugh as Yunho waved a hand, taking a longer glance at Mingi before he was through the door, headed to the back of the building where the garages they worked in were. Mingi released a long breath and fell back into his chair, thankful that he hadn’t missed it since he hadn’t checked where it was. It would’ve been both painful and humiliating if he had fallen to the ground accidentally.
“Right, come in tomorrow, and I’ll check the car,” Wooyoung said, nodding his head as he jotted something down, “I can’t say, we’ll see tomorrow. Yeah, right, goodbye!”
Mingi didn’t even notice Wooyoung’s narrowed eyes on the side of his face as he gnawed on his lip, trying to think of a good enough excuse to go to the back and ogle Yunho for a bit longer as he worked on cars in nothing but a white tank top and his onesie tied around his hips. He gulped, his mouth feeling dry all of a sudden, so he reached for his water bottle, quenching the physical thirst but not the mental one. Then, he heard a scoff. Wooyoung’s expression was an unimpressed snarl as he stood from his chair, grabbing his agenda, “Please, can you be less obvious?”
“What?!” Mingi squeaked, looking at Wooyoung with a confused expression, “What are you talking about?”
“Everyone can tell you want to suck Yunho’s dick, it’s embarrassing.” Mingi’s whole face went red as his eyes widened, and he was up on his feet in mild horror as he gaped at Wooyoung, “Don’t even try to save yourself from this one, Ming. I can see it.”
And before Mingi could defend himself, Wooyoung was already walking out the door with an amused smirk on his lips, and Mingi showed him his middle finger even if Wooyoung couldn’t see him, “And what if I want Yunho to suck my dick, then what, fuckhead?!”
Wooyoung wasn’t there to hear, but maybe it was better.
The day seemed to drag on painfully slowly, and Mingi was ready to head home since the morning he had come in for work. There were days when he’d much rather head down to the beach and waste his day away in the ocean, soaking up all the salt water as he stared at other pretty boys. But that fantasy was quickly crushed as something crashed loudly into the entrance door, making him jump and even yelp in his seat. Wooyoung wasn’t there, so Mingi took it upon himself to hurry to the door and push it open for the man holding a box bigger than his head in his arms.
“Thanks, man.” The delivery guy said as he hurried towards the coffee table, placing the box down with a groan, “You didn’t go easy with the paint this time.”
Mingi chuckled as he opened the box, which contained multiple canisters of car paint. He hummed as he took them out and checked the labels, making sure they were the ones Wooyoung had ordered a week ago.
“It seems like re-painting your car is the new trend right now.” Mingi joked as he took the bill and walked back to his desk with it, reaching for his stamp. He pressed it against the paper, in the designated area where it said that the shipment was received, then headed back to the delivery guy to give it back to him, “Want some water? It’s terrible outside.”
“Yeah, actually.” The man hummed with a small smile, and Mingi nodded, walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of ice-cold water for the delivery guy, “How you doing?”
“Eh, I’m fine.” The man said as he accepted the bottle and quickly uncapped it, taking big gulps of the water. He was a handsome man, sharp in angles that were usually highlighted by the middle part of his hair, cheekbones sharp and almost rivalling Mingi’s. The guy seemed to be around Mingi’s age, he was relatively new to the company he worked for, but because Wooyoung somehow befriended everyone that stepped foot inside the reception, Mingi knew his name was Jongho, “I try to deliver all the important shit in the mornings before it gets too hot outside. I’d much rather sit inside a cool office than come and go all day long.”
“Well, as you can see, there’s nothing to envy here.” Mingi chuckled, pointing at the broken AC, “I’m sweating my ass off, the AC ain’t working.”
“Should’ve worn shorts or something.” Jongho said with a casual shrug, then slapped Mingi’s back as he took another swing of his water, “Gotta go before my boss starts blowing up my phone for taking too long.”
Mingi hummed, placing the paints back inside the box, “Sure, see you around.”
“See you!” Jongho called before he was out of the building, jogging towards his car. He was quick in reversing it and driving away, his mouth moving as his phone audio connected to the car’s Bluetooth, Mingi could almost hear the caller’s words. He glanced towards Wooyoung’s empty desk and sighed, deciding to take the box full of paints back to the garage. A groan left his mouth when he lifted the box with both hands, muscles flexing at the heavy weight of it. Maybe he should just split the contents of the box into two, make the way back and forth twice, but as he pushed his way through the front door and was hit with a hot wave of choking air, Mingi decided his muscles would survive the strain if he walked fast enough. It barely took him a minute to reach the back of the building if he hurried his steps, and he felt a new layer of sweat settle over his brows, hairline, and tan forehead. He groaned under his breath as he made the turn towards the left, where the huge garage was, and cheered to himself when he saw the garage door was raised. As he neared it, however, barely five steps away from it, the door started descending slowly, making Mingi halt his steps abruptly.
His eyebrows furrowed as he scoffed under his breath, wondering which idiot decided to lower the door right now when his arms were on fire, threatening to fall off any minute now, and then he heard a soft giggle. Turning his head, he was met with Yunho’s mischievous expression, an amused smirk on his lips as he twirled the electric key to the garage on his pointer finger, raising an eyebrow at Mingi.
“Of course,” Mingi huffed, narrowing his eyes at Yunho as he neared Mingi, now the two of them forced to wait until the garage door fully closed, “You couldn’t have waited until I got inside, right?”
“My bad,” Yunho came to a stop right next to Mingi, peering down at the box, “Is it heavy?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Mingi quirked an eyebrow, but Yunho pursed his lips, twisting his body around as the garage door finally reached the ground. Mingi almost cried in happiness as he took off towards the door, walking in front of Yunho, who trailed after him.
“My hands are dirty, sorry, I can’t help.” Mingi scoffed, throwing a look over his shoulder.
“What does that have anything to do with holding a literal box?” But then a hand reached out right as Mingi was about to struggle with opening the door of the garage. Yunho stood now close—too close—as he hovered over Mingi, his voice dropped slightly lower, and Mingi felt his knees go soft.
“Don’t be a buzz kill, princess. What other chance do I get to see your pretty muscles bulging?” Mingi wondered if he would faint right now, would it be from overheating or Yunho’s words? He gulped, hard and loud, but had no chance to say anything back to Yunho because he opened the door and gently guided Mingi inside by a hand on his lower back, as if Mingi needed any guidance. He knew the doorstep was there, but then again, Yunho’s hot palm melting into his skin felt like Heaven on Earth, and Mingi almost chased the feeling when he removed his palm in order to head to his workstation. Mingi cleared his throat and grinned at his uncle when he noticed Mingi nodding at him in acknowledgment as he was explaining something to a client. Mingi headed to the small room in the back of the service where they stored the car paint and noticed Yunho watching him in the glass. Another mechanic, San, with his big biceps, was there to open the glass door for Mingi, and he thanked him quietly, walking inside the much cooler room to place the box on the desk.
“Hey,” San called out as he was leaning against the door frame, an easy grin on his lips, “Have you seen Wooyoung? He disappeared with my car keys like fifteen minutes ago.”
Mingi laughed, unboxing the car paints and unloading them on the table, leaving it there for Seonghwa, who was their car painter, “You’re cooked, man. I’m pretty sure he went out to pick up a front fender from a scrapyard.”
San groaned, fishing for his phone in the pocket of his onesie. Similar to Yunho, it was tied around his waist, his white tank top showing off San’s broad shoulders, thick biceps and sun-kissed skin, his sharp eyebrows now furrowed as he tapped away on the screen of his phone, bringing it up to his ear. Unlike Mingi, who was a pussy to drop more obvious hints for Yunho to know that he was into him, Wooyoung was bold and unashamed. He had been hounding San’s ass the second the mechanic was employed, and even though they weren’t any exclusive, everyone knew the two were going out—and sleeping together, at least Mingi knew it because Wooyoung wasn’t kind enough to spare him of the details. And now, much to his dismay, he knew San in intimate ways he really didn’t wish to know. Mingi sighed as San left him alone, his eyebrows furrowing more as he chastised Wooyoung for taking his car without asking first. San owned a BMW and Wooyoung was a whore for that brand—for what reason? Mingi didn’t understand, he’d much rather have a Mustang or a Camaro over a BMW. Hell, even a simple Volkswagen was better than that hell machine.
Done with his job here, Mingi left the small room to head back to the reception now that he was sure Wooyoung wasn’t there. He couldn’t leave the place empty since they had clients coming in more often than not after the lunch break, and even though he wished to stay back here and watch Yunho hammer the sturdy metal as he had to reconstruct the engine compartment of a Skoda, duty was calling him. That didn’t mean, however, that as long as he was inside the service, he wouldn’t unabashedly stare at Yunho, feeling saliva pool in his mouth as Yunho’s arms flexed, the muscles of his chest lightly bouncing with each hit. Mingi had to watch his step for a second and also smile at his uncle as he waved at Mingi, and then he had already reached the garage door. Mingi pouted as he stepped through the threshold, deciding to take a last peek at a working Yunho before the door closed behind him, only to find Yunho already looking at him, bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes were pointed down, and Mingi smirked as they made eye contact. The door finally closed and shut behind Mingi.
Bingo! Mingi knew wearing these leather pants was the right choice, his sweaty ass cheeks be damned if Yunho wouldn’t take his eyes off his round ass.
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If there was an important characteristic to know about Mingi, it was the fact that he rarely learned from his mistakes. Underneath the broken air conditioner, once again, he couldn’t help but huff and puff in annoyance about the overbearing heat that made sweat trickle down his spine. But whose fault was it that Mingi was forced to endure another heat wave in the sweltering hot reception? His, and his alone…and well, the outfits he had chosen for today. It was a well-known fact by everyone that, above all, Mingi’s devotion to keeping to his fashion choices came first. No matter the weather…which was exactly why he was cursing under his breath as he dabbed at his forehead with the back of his hand, his hands just as warm as the rest of his body. He was alone inside the reception room, with the front door and windows open in a desperate hope that the breeze from outside would somehow cool the seventh circle of hell he was forced inside. If Wooyoung were here to hear his muttering about the weather forecast and his self-pity, he’d definitely give him shit. But since he wasn’t here—he was most probably trying to charm San after stealing his car yesterday—Mingi was free to do as he wished.
The music was cranked up a notch too loud for a place like a reception, but he didn’t care since it was lunch break and they didn’t have many clients coming in at this hour. Besides, the paper stuck outside on the door saying ‘lunch break, come back in fifteen minutes’ usually kept the clients from disturbing them. When Mingi had walked inside the building this morning, a bit too sleepy and already feeling too warm despite the morning air being rather cool, Wooyoung guffawed when he saw him. His eyes bulged as he dropped his phone, staring at Mingi with a bit of shock and arousal, but mostly amusement on his face. Well, yes, Mingi understood why. His outfit for the day was…appealing? Hot? Eye-catching? A bit slutty? Unusual for a car service? All of those, Mingi supposed, as he smirked to himself. He dressed to impress, and he wanted to look hot at all times, no matter the place, the occasion or the event. And well, the little devil sitting on Mingi’s left shoulder whispered that perhaps he liked going all out because a certain mechanic—Jeong Yunho—wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of him. Mingi giggled to himself like a love fool, then quickly shook his head to get it together.
His black mesh shirt with dark blue highlights clung to his torso tightly, stopping just above his belly button, and the minuscule rips in it gave Mingi’s skin the much-needed ventilation that he was desperate for but refused to acknowledge. For pain was beauty, and Mingi was a huge fan of not breaking his own rules. For once, he had decided to switch out his leather pants for dark denim jeans, with a low-rise because Mingi was on a mission out here. The mission in question, being, of course, rendering Yunho speechless to the point he was walking around with a raging boner for the rest of the day. Perhaps Mingi would succeed, but he was yet to find out, as he and Yunho hadn’t seen each other yet today. He caught a glimpse of himself in the window that had black reflective foil, and he quickly adjusted his thick brown belt as the horse on his buckle had moved slightly to the side. The charm of the whole outfit, however, was the hem of his panties—yes, dainty panties—peaking out right above Mingi’s jeans, hence, he wore low-rise again. Dainty white panties with a lacy pattern that depicted the fake illusion of innocence that Mingi very much lacked. He ran his ring-decorated fingers through his bright pink hair, which stuck up in multiple directions due to the way he had styled it this morning, and then grabbed his sunglasses out of his pocket to place them on his head.
Mingi had taken a look around the place fifteen minutes ago and decided that it needed a little clean-up, so he had been sweeping up the place for the past five minutes as his uncle came inside, speaking on the phone. He was speaking with an exasperated tone as he headed for the chairs placed there for clients who had to wait, and Mingi smiled at him before he continued sweeping the floors. His uncle hung up with a heavy sigh, groaning loudly as his head fell back. Mingi chuckled as he looked at him, gathering all the dirt in a corner.
“Tough customer?” He asked his uncle, tone curious.
“More like stupid,” His uncle groaned, rubbing his face roughly before he leaned forward, stealing a candy from the jar placed on the coffee table, “I had to tell him three times I can’t say a price until I see the damage done to his car—I swear to God, some people just don’t listen.”
“Yeah, I know,” Mingi muttered, sharing his uncle’s sentiment. There were too often people coming in who were either rude and impatient or had to be told multiple times about the procedures, only for them to never actually understand what the deal was. Mingi admired Wooyoung’s patience—most of the time—because he knew he couldn’t do it.
“How’s your day been so far, son?” Mingi’s uncle then asked, plastering on a smile as he popped the cherry candy in his mouth. Mingi shrugged, throwing the dirt in the trash can and taking the mop this time to refreshen the place.
“Eh, not too crazy.” Mingi answered, wetting the mop before he put it on the floor, “I closed up some deals and did the bills for the week, I’m waiting on a client to answer back on an offer I made for them.”
“Good, good.” His uncle hummed with a satisfied smile, “Did you tell your mother to come over today for the pickles? Hara keeps nagging me about them.”
Mingi chuckled, endeared by his aunt who would always send him and his mother all sorts of food, sweets, and sometimes even alcohol, “She said she’ll stop by after work, don’t worry.”
“Good, I can’t listen to her nagging for the whole weekend.” Mingi’s uncle shivered as Mingi giggled, watching his uncle stand up as his phone started ringing again, “I don’t even get five minutes for a break…”
Mingi pitied his uncle for the constant pestering phone calls and clients that phoned him during the day, but it’s how they got work, and so his phone needed to keep ringing during the day. Besides, Wooyoung was a great help to his uncle when it came to answering phone calls as well. He watched the man who was like a father to him go, waving at him before disappearing through the door, headed back to the garage. Mingi then turned around and started mopping the floors, bobbing his head to the rock music playing on the radio, rather a fan of this genre. It didn’t take him long at all to be done with mopping the reception, and once he was, he tapped his forehead before grabbing some paper to tap at his nape and neck as well. It wasn’t hard work but it certainly had his ass sweating off despite Mingi’s pout. He headed for the coffee machine to check if there were enough beans in it, if the cups needed a refill, and if the sugar needed replacing. The water bottle he kept for refilling was almost half empty, so Mingi decided he’d just refill the water tank and bring some fresh water later on. He bent down for the bottle, uncapped it and then opened the water tank, pouring all the water into it since it had been almost empty. Mingi heard the front door open, but he didn’t bother checking since he knew it was most likely Wooyoung or his uncle, who most probably needed a second of silence.
As the bottle was empty, he fastened the lid and then bent down at the waist again, placing the now empty bottle back in its place just as he felt warmth behind himself. A different kind of warmth—not a breeze or a heatwave, but a human body warmth. He slightly froze before standing up straight, the person a bit too close for Mingi’s comfort without knowing who it was—that is, until the scent of grease, oil, and gasoline permeated Mingi’s senses, making his eyes widen. Holy fuck, it was Yunho. His heart started pumping blood faster as Mingi gulped, and he was just about to turn around when he felt surprisingly cold fingers press into his skin, two large hands wrapping around his hips. Mingi’s skin burned where Yunho touched him, unbothered by the fact that his hands were most probably dirty from working on cars all morning. Mingi’s heart was racing as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, frozen in place as he awaited Yunho’s next move. It took him an agonisingly long minute to chuckle, and then he pressed up even closer to Mingi, making him shiver.
“Wanna brew me a cup of coffee?” Yunho’s voice was lower than usual, and Mingi gulped, loudly and unashamedly, as he turned his head to look at the mechanic over his shoulder. The fact that Yunho was just slightly taller than Mingi shouldn’t have made his stomach coil, but it felt nice to be smaller for once, even if barely. If one took a second to really look at them, Yunho might’ve been taller, but Mingi was broader and thicker in places Yunho wasn’t, with his long limbs and lankiness.
“How do you take it?” Mingi found his voice, at last, a bit too gravely and obviously tinged with arousal. He was embarrassed, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d been pinning on Yunho for so long now, he wondered if the mechanic would ever make a move on him.
“Saying raw would be too corny,” Yunho chuckled, and Mingi’s skin was covered in goosebumps, all too aware of the fact that Yunho’s fingers hadn’t moved off his waist yet, “But you asked that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Mingi chuckled, their eyes meeting as Yunho tilted his head to the left, a certain glint in it that Mingi didn’t exactly understand just yet, “I was merely wondering if you like it with sugar and milk…”
He batted his eyelashes at Yunho innocently, purposefully jutting his lips out in a small pout. Mingi didn’t miss Yunho’s eyes falling onto his lips, the sharp intake of breath through his parted lips, nor the way his nails were suddenly digging into Mingi’s hips. Mingi swore his thighs started trembling for a second, and he had to fight all of his demons from pressing his ass back into Yunho because that would be too inappropriate for the place they were at, where anyone could walk in at any given moment…and then there were the cameras, too, that were rolling, making Mingi’s cheeks flush. Yunho chuckled, rubbing Mingi’s exposed skin as he took a tiny step back, barely putting any distance between their bodies.
“Sugar will do,” Yunho answered at last, and Mingi hummed, turning his head to focus on the task given by Yunho. He tried not to think about the way Yunho’s long fingers were caressing the skin of his lower belly, almost teasingly, daintily brushing right over the hem of his pretty panties. Mingi’s whole neck and ears were red, and his plan of giving Yunho a boner was slowly backfiring as he had to think of his grandmother and mother before all of his blood could rush to his dick from Yunho’s touch. The coffee machine was loud as it brewed the coffee, and Mingi watched the brown liquid pour into the cup he had placed there a few seconds ago. Yunho hummed as he squeezed Mingi’s hips for the last time, retracting his hands and stepping back to finally give Mingi the much-needed space. He poured three teaspoons of sugar into Yunho’s coffee, hoping it was enough for the mechanic. Then, Mingi grabbed the cup and turned around, finally facing Yunho.
He was leaning against the tall desk, leg propped up and arms crossed in front of his chest—and although Yunho was wearing the same get-up, aka his dirty onesie and now a black sleeveless tank top, it was still working on Mingi as his throat bobbed up and down. He had to force himself to keep his eyes on Yunho’s face, not letting them slip to his collarbones, shoulders and biceps—Yunho, however, was a lot less shameless as his eyes racked Mingi’s body as he licked his pouty lips, eyes freezing on the lower half of Mingi’s torso. Mingi watched as Yunho’s ears turned pink, his mouth parting a bit more, and then his eyes snapped up to Mingi’s, and he was slightly taken off guard to see Yunho’s pupils more dilated compared to before. The smirk that pulled on Mingi’s lips was hard to control, and he so he just extended his hand towards Yunho. The mechanic didn’t move, his eyes dropping to Mingi’s low-rise jeans again, and the satisfaction the receptionist felt was even better than he had imagined this morning before coming in for work.
“Don’t you want it?” Mingi asked, mostly referring to the coffee in his hand, but Yunho just gulped loudly, eyes stuck to his body.
“Fuck, yeah, I want it.” His answer was barely the whisper of a breath and it fucked with Ming’s brain as he gripped the cup of coffee just a bit tighter, fighting his demons that told him to pounce on Yunho this exact second.
“Your coffee too?” And Mingi was a little shit, he was quite proud of himself for the comeback, because Yunho’s eyes snapped up, an alarmed expression painting his face. Mingi laughed, nudging the cup into Yunho’s hand as the mechanic took it, his cheeks burning, obviously embarrassed by his own words. But Mingi liked it, it gave him hope that Yunho would soon finally take his hints for what they were…quite an obvious red blaring sign saying, ‘Jeong Yunho, take me!’
They didn’t say anything as they held eye contact while Yunho took a sip of his coffee, humming in content as he winked at Mingi, “Just the way I like it, thanks, princess.”
“Of course, babe.” And two could play a game. Mingi watched with great satisfaction as Yunho paused for a second, just staring at Mingi as his fingers tightened against his cup of coffee, squeezing the poor cartoon a bit too hard. Mingi wasn’t sure whether he could call Yunho any petnames, so he was testing the waters for now, trying to figure out which one he liked most and which one affected Yunho the most. But Yunho wasn’t far behind, and one would assume he was an even bigger menace as he quickly caught his expression, levelling it out as he smirked against the rim of his cup, eyes slowly taking in Mingi’s body again.
“Careful, Mingi, you almost had me convinced you dolled up just for me.” Mingi didn’t know what to say, but he wasn’t about to lose to Yunho. He was a second too slow to snap back, which ultimately led to Mingi’s demise as Yunho continued with a pleased chuckle, “How’d you know I liked pretty little bows?”
Mingi gasped as he felt a finger pressing into his navel, right where the small white bow of his panties was. His eyes fell to Yunho’s finger playing with the lace, bottom lip between his teeth, “Even better if they are worn by a pretty little thing like you.”
Mingi had to clamp his mouth shut, or else the sound he would’ve made would have been shameful. Mingi knew Yunho could tell his words and actions were affecting him, but his brain was slowly turning into puddle as his dick was slowly awakening. And Yunho was an asshole as he chuckled at Mingi as if this was amusing, and then he was ready to take his leave. As he turned his body, however, he froze, prompting Mingi to turn his head sharply. There stood Wooyoung with a disgusted look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently. When had he come inside?
“God, that was a hard watch.” Wooyoung groaned, eyeing the two tall men with displeasure, “You two know there’s a small barn without cameras, right? If you two are so desperate, why don’t you—”
“The purpose of your presence is…?” Mingi snapped, mostly panicked but also just embarrassed that Wooyoung had caught them.
“I work at the reception, idiot.” Wooyoung huffed and then rolled his eyes, heading towards them. He slapped Yunho on the shoulder before passing by them, “Everyone’s going out tonight, are you two coming?”
Mingi and Yunho didn’t have to look at each other as they echoed a loud and sure, “Yes!”
“Right,” Wooyoung muttered under his breath as he sat in his chair, “Thought so, horn-dogs.”
Mingi tsked as Yunho laughed, waving at the two receptionists before he was out the door, not without letting his eyes linger on Mingi’s lower stomach. He shivered again before he headed towards his own desk, palm raised to stop Wooyoung from speaking up when Mingi noticed him open his mouth and take a deep breath.
“Not a word, dude.”
“You two are cringy.”
“Fuck off.”
“Gladly.”
The pub was exactly what Mingi expected it to be, despite the grand opening not being long ago, lively and filled to the brim with drunk people. They had gotten here well past ten, so finding an empty table had been a hassle, but Wooyoung managed to charm the pants off a gullible couple that gave their table to the five of them. Wooyoung had tried to rope Mingi into pregaming as he had decided, without asking Mingi, that he’d get ready at the taller one’s house. Mingi’s mother was away for the weekend, so the two could blast music however loud they wished. Mingi had felt like a teenager all over again tonight, except that all the smoking and drinking wasn’t illegal anymore…depending on what you smoked. He had kept himself clean tonight, he knew his lousy mouth couldn’t be trusted around Yunho. Not until the mechanic was drunk too, then Mingi hoped they’d be both too shitfaced to remember anything the next day.
The air was turning crisp outside, and Mingi could feel summer nearing its end, so he would greatly enjoy the warmth while it lasted, taking a generous advantage of it, even. He smirked to himself as he adjusted the collar of his jacket, a design which gave the impression that he had layered a leather one on a denim jacket, cropped so that it showed off his pretty waist. And Mingi wasn’t one to be a fashion repeater, but he also owned enough mesh tops that he could juggle between them. His skin didn’t feel as hot from it now as it did during the day, and he took a second to admire himself in the mirror before he tugged on his jeans too, heavy and dark grey. There were huge cutouts below his thighs, his knees on display, and Mingi wondered where Yunho would sit tonight and if he’d get a delicious view of his thick thighs since the denim rode up once he sat, exposing the flesh of his meaty and tan thighs. Mingi wasn’t trying to accomplish anything tonight—at least that’s what he told himself—but the second he spotted Yunho, he knew he had done something right. The mechanic’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, his dark eyes drinking in Mingi’s body as he and Wooyoung approached the other three, who had been waiting for them in front of the pub. It was nice to see the three mechanics out of their work onesies; Mingi really appreciated Yeosang’s fashion sense. It was simple but with colours that complemented his complexion nicely, accompanied by dainty jewellery. San, unsurprisingly, preferred showing off his huge biceps and tiny waist, his hair brushed back and making his eyes seem sharper.
And then Yunho, who only wore tank tops and onesies to work, was now dressed to the nines. His loose white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his collarbones well visible and drawing Mingi’s eyes straight in once he noticed the dainty necklace at the base of Yunho’s throat, a small silver cross hanging from it. His shirt was untucked and his black pants were loose too, giving Yunho a casual air, almost as if he belonged in a fancy restaurant and not a pub where the threat of someone spilling beer on you was never non-existent. The leather jacket draped around his left shoulder as he held it with a hand, however, gave the outfit an almost edgy look, and Mingi had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from grinning. His brain made the connection that he was wearing a leather jacket, too, so that must’ve meant they could pass off as a couple who dressed to match tonight. Before he could blush over such an absurd thought, though, Wooyoung was calling out loudly for their co-workers, who, besides Yunho, were laughing at something on San’s phone.
“Hi!” Wooyoung greeted loudly as he pranced over to San and Yeosang, throwing himself over his boyfriend. San grunted but caught Wooyoung, kissing his cheek as Yeosang rolled his eyes, “What were you laughing about?”
“A guy texted me,” Yeosang said as Mingi got there too, raising his hand in a wave, “And San was making fun of him.”
“So then why were you looking at San’s phone?” Wooyoung asked, tone lightly suspicious as Mingi’s eyes had found Yunho’s, who hadn’t stopped looking at him ever since he had spotted Mingi and the other receptionist.
“Hi.” Mingi greeted, hoping his tone was light and confident as he pulled his shoulders back. His pink hair was sticking up wildly, and he had trusted Wooyoung enough this afternoon to give his left eyebrow a cut.
“Hey.” Yunho’s voice sounded deeper, and Mingi tilted his head in curiosity. Yunho didn’t say anything else, just continued watching Mingi like a starved man, and Mingi had to will his heart to calm down. He knew he looked hot, but to be honest, no one before was as obvious about it as Yunho right now. There were a few desperate ones who tried to get laid, throwing themselves at Mingi on a night out, but Yunho was different. They’d tease each other at work all the time, so Mingi wasn’t convinced whether he truly meant all the things he said, or if he just enjoyed watching Mingi blush and squirm. The question of Yunho being straight had never even crossed Mingi’s mind before, even though it should have, given the mechanic’s background.
“We were looking for lame pick-up lines, babe, don’t worry.” Mingi’s focus was pulled from Yunho’s intense stare as he heard San speaking up, “I’m not doing anything behind your back.”
“Well, you better.” There was an underlying threat to Wooyoung’s tone, and both Mingi and Yeosang chuckled. And then, on a mutual accord, they moved inside the pub. The music was too loud at first, making Mingi flinch, but after a few minutes, it became less bothersome as he realised he didn’t have to lean in too close to speak with the others. They’d hit up the bar first, all five men getting a bottle of beer for starters, and then they had started cruising the pub. Mingi could feel a presence close by—too close by—behind himself, and he didn’t have to look back to know it was Yunho since the rest of the mechanics were walking in front of him. Wooyoung was dragging San after himself with little regard to anyone around them, and Yeosang was forced to do damage control as he smiled sweetly and apologised to anyone who got shoved to the side by Wooyoung. Mingi was glad to get out of the crowd after a particularly small incident, where a drunk guy almost toppled himself all over him. If it hadn’t been for Yunho and his quick thinking, Mingi was sure he’d been lying on the floor with a mild concussion.
His hip still burned where Yunho’s hand had wrapped around securely, yanking him back into Yunho’s chest, and Mingi’s heart was racing as he looked back, his eyes wide. Yunho’s eyebrows were furrowed as he looked down at Mingi, and all he could do was gulp as he nodded in thanks, not trusting his voice. Yunho then released Mingi’s hip, but kept a warm palm pressed against the small of his back—underneath Mingi’s jacket so that his hand was pressed directly against Mingi’s skin through the mesh top—and Mingi wished it were normal if he turned around, dropped to his knees, and sucked Yunho dry until he couldn’t cum anymore. But alas, that wasn’t normal or acceptable to do here, so he kept following the group until Wooyoung got them that table. It was a bit further from the front of the pub, and Mingi was glad because they could hear each other as they conversed. The bar was in clear view, and so was the dance floor, which Mingi had been eyeing for a while now, but neither of his friends wanted to dance yet, so he’d wait a bit more.
He was eagerly nodding along to Wooyoung’s retelling of a nightmare client who kept calling every other hour, demanding their car would be done by the end of the day and not understanding that painting a car wasn’t a one-day job. But then, Mingi felt something warm and soft press up against his exposed thigh—since the denim had ridden up his legs—and he glanced down to see Yunho mansplaining a bit more than necessary, his thigh pressed flush against Mingi’s. He took a swing of his beer before glancing at Yunho, who was already looking at him. Mingi almost choked on his beer, but he managed to save himself just last minute as Wooyoung exhaled in frustration, slumping back in his seat. Much to Mingi’s luck, the table they had chosen was a booth of sorts, two cushioned benches facing each other and hardly able to fit three people, so, Yeosang had cutely asked the table next to theirs if they needed the spare chair, brining it over for himself as he had turned it around, leaning against the back as he rested his chin on his arms.
“Tell me,” There was a dangerous glint in Wooyoung’s eyes, and Mingi was glad his attention was directed at someone other than himself, “How come you’re speaking to a guy?”
San snorted, seemingly already aware of the story as Yunho and Mingi watched wordlessly. Yeosang sighed, then shrugged as he looked at the table, “I signed up for a dating app. I’m getting…lonely.”
Mingi understood, sometimes all a man needed was a long cuddle and sleepless nights spent talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Having sex, something that Mingi never shied away from, was just another beneficial part of the relationship.
“Dude, I thought you hated dating apps!” Wooyoung was getting louder and louder the more drinks were downed, and Mingi wondered how soon he’d reach his limit. It seemed like San wasn’t drinking tonight, so he must’ve come by car.
“I do, but I decided to give it another go. It can’t be that bad…” Yeosang shrugged as Yunho snorted. Mingi turned his head to look at the man sitting next to him, the two of them unable to fit well in the booth since they were both larger.
“Trust me, it’s that bad.” Yunho’s answer surprised Mingi, he hadn’t taken Yunho as one to go on dating apps and search for a lover over there. But then again, maybe Yunho used it for hookups, and that thought didn’t sit well with Mingi. He raised an eyebrow as he chugged his beer, eyes never leaving Yunho. He had ditched his jacket a while ago, his skin felt hot in here, and he was afraid he’d be unable to breathe if he didn’t do so. Yunho’s eyes traced Mingi’s back before they found his eyes again, leaning back to rest one arm around the back of the booth. Mingi gulped hard, his mouth full of alcohol as Yunho licked his lips, smiling to himself.
“Well, yeah, it’s not the greatest.” Yeosang seemed oblivious to the tension between Yunho and Mingi as he continued solemnly, “But, hey! I can’t give up after just a day, I’ve got to be more perseverant.”
“That’s the spirit!” Wooyoung cheered, raising his cocktail in the air as Mingi decided to lean back, his shoulder brushing against Yunho’s arm. He felt fingers dance lightly against his right shoulder blade, and he fought the shivers that threatened to rake his body. He hoped to sound nonchalant, but Mingi had always been bold, and the alcohol only turned him more direct than he usually was.
“Can’t find someone good enough around you?” He quirked the eyebrow that had a cut, then watched Yunho’s nose flare slightly from displeasure, “What? Or do you use the app for a quick fuck?”
“Like you don’t have needs.” Yunho scoffed, throwing back his beer. Mingi smirked to himself, leaning a bit harder into the cushion so that Yunho’s whole hand was gripping his shoulder now. His skin erupted in goosebumps where he was touched, Yunho’s palm warm against his skin, his long fingers decorated with dainty rings that had Mingi’s eyes lingering on them and fantasizing about them.
He leaned towards Yunho, batting his eyelashes innocently as he touched the mechanic’s thigh, fingers curling into his meat through the pants. Yunho almost choked on his beer, taken aback by Mingi’s sudden move, their eyes boring into each other, “My needs are very specific and only a select few know how to satisfy me, so I don’t go around sleeping with just anyone.”
Mingi loved the way Yunho’s eyes slightly widened as he gulped, hard and loud, his eyes narrowing, and then his jaw clenched. Mingi chuckled, satisfied with teasing the other one as he leaned back comfortably in his seat, releasing Yunho’s thigh. He could feel the other man’s knee dig into his suddenly, but he paid it no mind as he smiled at whatever San was saying, even though he had missed whatever the conversation was about. He caught Wooyoung’s eyes, and almost blanched at the amused smirk on his friend’s face, but chose to ignore it out of fear that he’d say something that would forever humiliate Mingi. He wasn’t the only one who said unhinged things while drunk; Wooyoung usually rivalled him, and he wasn’t about to let him demonstrate that to him and everyone else sitting at the table.
He finished his cocktail just as he felt a shift next to him, and before he could tilt his head to look at Yunho, he felt a hot breath hit his ear, “If you don’t fuck new people, how would you know they aren’t what you need?”
Mingi’s cheeks burned as suddenly he envisioned himself falling apart under Yunho, but he’d quickly gained control of his thoughts as he turned his head, chuckling, “I can tell by just looking, you know?”
Yunho’s face was too close to Mingi’s, and he panicked as he grabbed his glass, standing up before Yunho could say anything to him. The other three looked at him questioningly, and he just raised his glass, shaking it.
“Anyone want something to drink?”
“Grab me a beer!” Mingi raised an eyebrow at Wooyoung’s exclamation, then looked at San to confirm with him that his boyfriend was good to take one more glass. San sighed but gave in when Wooyoung gave him his best puppy eyes, and Mingi snickered as he swiftly slid out of the booth, throwing Yunho a glance that had the mechanic keep his eyes on him as he trudged towards the bar, swaying his hips. Mingi liked charming people, but he never liked overdoing it; however, right now, it felt like he had the upper hand if he kept Yunho on edge and unknowing of his next move. Mingi loved feeling Yunho’s eyes on his back, following him through the crowd and not once blinking out of fear of losing him to the throng of people. Mingi’s hips touched the side of the bar as he leaned over, resting his arms on top of the cool surface. He hoped Yunho got a good view of his ass because he wouldn’t put it out so willingly next time, without getting a reward, of course.
The bartender noticed Mingi and sauntered over while he was preparing a different drink, “What can I get you?”
“A crafted beer and one Prosecco, please!” Mingi said over the music, smiling at the bartender as he nodded in acknowledgment.
“I’ll be right with you, let me handle these first!” Mingi glanced at the five empty glasses that were waiting to be filled with liquor, and nodded. He looked at all the displayed alcohol behind the bar on the shelves, mentally doing a checklist of all the ones he had drunk before. He also liked the trendy music that was playing, so he lightly tapped his foot and moved his body to it, humming to himself. He watched as the bartender poured the red liquor into the tall glasses, impressed by how precise he was, not spilling even a single drop.
“Pretty impressive, huh?” Mingi hadn’t even noticed the approaching person. He looked to his right and saw a shorter man with blonde hair, grinning at him as he leaned against the bar.
“Yeah, it’s kinda cool,” Mingi said with a nod, averting his eyes from the guy. But he wasn’t done talking to Mingi as he stepped closer, and Mingi glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
“I like your hair.” Mingi loved compliments, so he didn’t shy away as he beamed at the guy, pulling his shoulders back.
“Thanks, it’s pretty sick, isn’t it?” He grinned as he touched the roots, ruffling up his hair a bit as he had a feeling the gel had fallen out of it slightly.
“Very, I don’t see many men pull off pink like you do.” Mingi laughed, turning sideways to get a good look at the guy. He was by no means ugly, but he was a bit too short compared to what Mingi usually went for. He wore baggy jeans and a band t-shirt, his cap on backwards, chipped black nail polish eye-catching as Mingi himself, liked painting his nails. They were a dark grey currently, freshly done after he had gotten off work earlier today, courtesy of his lovely uncle.
“You’ve got a cool outfit,” Mingi decided to return the compliment, “You listen to them a lot?”
It was a trick question as he pointed at the guy’s t-shirt. He looked down, eyebrows furrowed, but he quickly fixed his expression, “Yeah, sure, they are a sick band.”
“How’d you like their newest album?” Mingi raised an eyebrow, fucking around with the guy now. The band hadn’t been active since 2015.
“Oh, ten out of ten, you know?” The man nodded with confidence, and Mingi chuckled, slightly leaning in closer.
“And your favourite song is…?”
A beat of silence passed between them before the guy sighed, giving Mingi a cheeky smile, “You got me, man. I have no clue who they are, but the design was cool.”
“I know, I was just fucking with you.” Mingi chuckled, licking his lips as he glanced towards the bartender. He was pouring Mingi’s drink into a glass.
“What can I get you to drink?” The guy from the bar asked Mingi, and the receptionist smiled, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.” The bartender came over with Mingi’s drinks as the man slid the money over the counter, grinning widely, “Thanks!”
But before he could go, the shorter man grabbed his forearm, smiling at him hopefully, “Wanna do a shot with me, then? I’ll let you choose.”
Mingi considered it for a second, but then shook his head, “Thank you, I’m good though. I don’t want to mix too many drinks tonight.”
The man was visibly disappointed as he hummed, releasing Mingi’s arm, “At least I tried.”
Mingi grinned, winking at him, “You did, and that’s what matters. See ya!”
And then he was gone, walking back to the booth with his friends as he made sure no one crashed into him from any side. His eyes caught Yunho’s, and he smiled at him as he neared the booth, placing Wooyoung’s drink on the table to slide it over.
“Finally!” Wooyoung exclaimed and grabbed his pint of beer, narrowing his eyes at Mingi, “Had fun flirting with that guy?”
Mingi laughed as he sat down next to Yunho, reclaiming his spot, “We weren’t flirting.”
“Right, that’s why you were smiling and laughing so much.” San teased, grinning at Mingi as he held Wooyoung back from chugging his beer down in one go, “Wait a bit, baby, you’ll get sick and I’m not going home yet.”
“We were just talking,” Mingi mumbled as he stirred his drink, feeling fingers graze against his nape. He stiffened and then looked over to Yunho, whose expression was blank as he raised an eyebrow. Yeosang was typing on his phone, eyebrows furrowed but cheeks slightly flushed.
“What did he want?” Yunho asked, grabbing Mingi’s Prosecco out of his hands to take a sip of it. Mingi watched with parted lips as Yunho’s pouty ones wrapped around the straw, slowly sucking the alcohol into his mouth. Mingi gulped, looking back up into Yunho’s eyes as he felt his hand settle over his nape more firmly, as if Yunho intended on keeping Mingi right there, next to him.
“To buy me a drink,” Mingi answered honestly as Yunho hummed, extending his hand towards Mingi, still holding his drink. Mingi realised what Yunho wanted of him when the straw poked his bottom lip and his breath hitched in his throat as he parted his lips, never once breaking eye contact as Yunho’s jaw clenched, his nails digging into Mingi’s skin and making him shiver.
“Drink up.” Yunho’s voice was low as he commanded and Mingi’s hands balled into fists as his lips sealed around the straw, sucking the Prosecco slowly into his mouth. He loved the taste of it, so he hummed appreciatively when the liquid hit his tastebuds. Yunho’s lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. And then, because Mingi loved the push and pull, he smirked while he wrapped a hand over Yunho’s, tugging his drink free.
“If you want one, go get one, big guy.” He giggled as Yunho huffed, his fingers smoothing out against Mingi’s nape, gently caressing his skin there. Mingi ignored it as he took a long sip of his drink, wishing to get drunk faster. He caught Wooyoung’s gaze and instantly regretted is as Wooyoung was waiting for this moment, ready to make a raunchy move with his hands and mouth, one that couldn’t be mistaken for what it was…giving a blowjob. Mingi whined and kicked his friend’s leg underneath the table, making Wooyoung shriek before he fell into hysterical laughter. Everyone at the table looked at the two, but Mingi dismissed their attention and continued drinking his Prosecco while glaring at Wooyoung, who hid his face in his boyfriend’s neck.
Mingi couldn’t tell how many drinks he’d had, having mixed too many different kinds of alcohol the younger the night got. It was crazy, Mingi’s eyes were hazy, and the lights partially blinded him as he moved with the dancing crowd, a smile etched on his lips. He was having the time of his life, feeling as if he’d never been to a party before. It was a clear enough sign to Mingi that he should start clubbing once again if he was so ecstatic getting drunk at a pub and dancing the night away with his friends. Once Yeosang had gotten bored of texting his new boytoy—he wasn’t that yet, but Wooyoung wouldn’t stop teasing Yeosang, and Mingi, due to being drunk off his ass, had joined his fellow receptionist in teasing Yeosang—so, now that Yeosang also had a buzz going on in his system, both him and Mingi had been on the dance floor for more than an hour. Their other friends came and went, never staying for too long as Wooyoung was busy having to pee every other minute, meanwhile, Yunho claimed he didn’t like being in the middle of the crowd, squished and stepped on every other second. Normally, it would’ve bothered Mingi too, but he just closed his eyes, threw his head back and swayed to the rhythm, giggling anytime he made eye contact with Yeosang.
The shorter mechanic seemed to be enjoying himself as well, grabbing Mingi’s forearms and spinning him around as much as the space allowed them to, and Mingi was laughing loudly, his head spinning even more. Yunho wasn’t in their vicinity, yet Mingi could feel the other man’s insistent gaze on his body, watchful and just as lustful as it had been at the beginning of their evening. Mingi basked in the feeling, in the attention; he loved being desired, so with enough alcohol in his system, he was putting on a show for the mechanic. He swayed his hips a bit harder, pushing his ass out unnecessarily at every spin, arms thrown in the air as he closed his eyes and bit at his lips, exhaling deeply as his heart raced from adrenaline. It was fun, his skin was hot and sweaty, he felt beads trailing down his nape from his hair, and he had to brush his hand through his hair every now and then to keep it sticking up. Yeosang and he were hugging, Yeosang’s back to Mingi’s chest as they moved to the reggae music in sync, laughing when their eyes would accidentally meet. Mingi could tell Yeosang was having just as much fun as him, both knowing this was nothing but a casual dance. Yeosang was gorgeous, and if Mingi hadn’t been down so bad for Yunho, he might’ve pursued the shorter mechanic. He wondered if he’d gotten further than where he stood with Yunho currently.
As they spun around, Mingi opened his eyes and released Yeosang, who was fanning himself. Mingi’s eyes surveyed the crowd, looking for his fellow receptionist to make sure he was still breathing, and found him sitting at their table, his arms resting on it as his head lay heavily on his forearms. Mingi chuckled, amused that Wooyoung was completely knocked out from the excessive alcohol he had drunk. San, however, wasn’t with him, and Mingi was slightly surprised to see him surrounded by at least six men. As if the muscular mechanic felt Mingi’s gaze, San turned his head and made eye contact with Mingi. He stood just a little to the side of their table, making sure nobody bothered Wooyoung while he conversed with the men Mingi didn’t know. He was about to look away when San raised his bottle of cold water, shaking it as a way to tell Mingi he could have a sip if he wanted. That was all Mingi’s parched throat needed to know as he excused himself from Yeosang, almost running over to San and the other men. San grinned, unscrewing the bottle and extending his hand above a shorter guy’s head as Mingi approached, greedily snatching the bottle of water. Mingi groaned as the cold water flowed down his dry mouth and throat, finally quenching his almost unbearable thirst. Mingi had been too lazy to walk over to the bar to get himself anything, so he was glad San offered up his drink.
“Thanks, man!” Mingi called once he was satiated, passing back San’s bottle of water with a sheepish smile as he realised he had almost finished it. Mingi’s head thumped with the beat of the music, and as the people became blurry in front of him, he realised he was a lot more wasted than he thought he was. While he was dancing, it wasn’t so noticeable, but now it was clear as day that he was fucked up, “Who are these guys?!”
San smiled, grabbing onto Mingi’s shoulder to pull him next to him. Mingi grinned as he threw an arm around the mechanic’s broad shoulders, and San cringed a bit at the feeling of Mingi’s sweaty skin through the mesh top, “These are my ex-classmates from high school! Friends, even though we don’t speak so often now. Guys, this is Mingi, my co-worker!”
Mingi smiled widely, his eyes creasing and his crooked front teeth on display as he waved at the man staring at him. They waved back at him, and Mingi was about to excuse himself and find Yeosang, but then, as he looked at the shortest of the group, he realised he knew him, “Hey! The little guy from the bar who tried to buy me a drink!”
The group burst into laughter as the said man’s cheeks flushed, and he chuckled awkwardly as he reached out and weakly punched Mingi’s bicep, “Hey! This little guy has a name, you know?”
“My bad, I didn’t mean to call you little guy.” Mingi chuckled, grinning as he watched the cute blonde. He was slightly pouting, so Mingi took it upon himself to try and make him less upset, “Look, now you know my name, and I might just accept that drink if you’re up for it still!”
The guy’s eyes lit up as he beamed at Mingi, extending a hand as his friends watched the exchange. San had released Mingi, stepping slightly aside as he checked on Wooyoung, smiling fondly at his sleeping boyfriend’s form.
“I’m Mark, and I’m not that little, okay?” Mingi shook the blonde’s hand; their hands felt clammy, but he didn’t mind, “It’s just that you are a giant.”
“Yeah, you must’ve eaten a lot of rice growing up!” One of the other guys from the friend group commented, and Mingi started laughing loudly, having heard this one before from his salty friends while they were in high school.
“Yup! My mom’s rice is premium, still.” Mingi winked as the guys chuckled, and then his attention was back on Mark again, “So, Mark. Have you seen other hotties since the last time we met?”
Mark snorted, tilting his head at Mingi as he looked up at him, “You’re the hottest guy in this pub, pinkie. My eyes are only on you, don’t worry.”
Mingi smirked, amused by the guy’s words. Since he was drunk enough, he enjoyed the flirting and even returned it. He always got like this when he drank, eager to reciprocate every little sign of attention. Not because he meant it, he rarely did, but because it was fun and it egged on his drunk brain to do more. He needed entertainment, and he knew how to get it, even if it was rather misleading to his counterpart. Not that Mark had zero chances, now that Mingi was regarding him with a drunken mind and eye, he might just not go home alone tonight. That thought, however, got quickly cut off when he felt a strong grip on his hip, an imposing presence behind his back. Mingi stiffened, mostly caught off-guard, but also because he knew that cologne. It was intense, musky and dark somehow, almost raw in a way that it reminded him of sweat and cars, gasoline and grease that leaked from the vehicles the mechanics worked on at his uncle’s auto shop. Mingi gulped, feeling his body light up as a chest pressed against his back, the man’s hand now slipping around his belly as he was pulled back. Mingi watched Mark’s eyes narrow before they widened, his throat bobbing nervously.
Feeling a hot breath and ghastly lips against his ear was almost Mingi’s undoing as he bit his bottom lip to silence his keen, “I leave for three minutes and you’re all over someone already?”
Mingi released a shaky sigh, turning his head and coming face to face with Yunho. Their heads were too close, and Mingi couldn’t control himself as his eyes instantly fell to Yunho’s pouty lips. It would’ve been hilariously easy to close the small distance between them, but Mingi wasn’t drunk enough to act so brash. He gulped, eyes shifting up to gaze into Yunho’s dark eyes. His jaw was clenched as his fingers flexed against Mingi’s tummy, and he raised an eyebrow as if to remind Mingi that he had asked a question. For someone who loved to playfully tease him, Yunho was sure acting way too possessive over Mingi and he—he fucking loved it, it turned him on so much his head was spinning and it wasn’t from the alcohol anymore.
“Maybe if you’d keep me on a leash, I wouldn’t be so willing to give my attention to other men.” Yunho’s eyes widened at Mingi’s words, and the receptionist smirked in triumph as he felt Yunho press himself even closer to him. Oh, so Yunho was a freak like that, it only fuelled the already raging fire in the pit of Mingi’s stomach. Yunho tried to regain his composure, but it was obvious he was affected by Mingi’s words as his ears flushed, his tone breathy as he nodded towards the exit.
“Let’s take a breather, what you need is fresh air and not more alcohol,” Yunho said, then looked past Mingi at Mark, who tried to keep his eyes off them. Yunho smirked as he saw that, something victorious blooming in his chest as Mingi pouted at him, “Come on.”
Before Mingi could complain, he was being guided by the hand on his lower back towards the back exit, which led to a fenced alleyway. He complied easily, not even fighting back as the cool air hit his skin, making his sweaty torso shiver. Yunho noticed but didn’t say anything as they stepped to the side, not wanting to block the entrance, and Mingi found himself pushed against the cold wall, crowded by Yunho. His breath stuttered as his eyes widened, tilting his head slightly back to look into Yunho’s eyes. The mechanic was breathing through his mouth, sharp eyes watching Mingi’s every move as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Mingi muttered, watching the ember coat Yunho’s face in a light red as he lit the cigar between his lips.
“Rarely, but it feels nice when I drink.” The cigar bobbed between Yunho’s lips as he spoke, inhaling deeply, tilting his head back as he exhaled the smoke. Mingi’s eyes were stuck to his neck, to Yunho’s Adam’s apple, and all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into the mechanic’s skin. His pulse was quick as he watched Yunho smoke, little to no words exchanged between the two. Mingi wanted Yunho to touch him—whether it was to grab his waist or nape, or to feel him up, Mingi didn’t care as long as Yunho’s skin was on his. He bit his bottom lip and watched as Yunho’s eyes focused on the action, smirking as he exhaled a long whiff of smoke in Mingi’s face. He gulped, his muscles tensing as he shivered, telling himself he could fight his torturous urges to smash their lips together and devour Yunho in the dimly lit alleyway. Hell, he wanted Yunho’s mouth on his skin so desperately that it was the only thing playing behind his eyelids. Yunho, on his knees, sucking dark spots into Mingi’s skin as he got closer and closer to Mingi’s throbbing—“Want a puff before I finish it?”
“Nah, that shit’s nasty.” Mingi shook his head, amazed that he could form words at how horny he was. He gulped again as Yunho hummed, stubbing his cigar out on the wall, next to Mingi’s head. It shouldn’t have been hot, it really shouldn’t have been, but Mingi realised he was semi-hard and turning embarrassingly needy. So, without really thinking, he hooked a finger into Yunho’s pocket and lightly pulled him closer. He didn’t want their bodies to touch because then Yunho would know how he was feeling, and he almost jumped out of his skin when Yunho leaned a hand against the wall next to his head, caging him in partially.
“Having fun, princess?” Yunho smirked, tilting his head as his eyes raked down Mingi’s body, making him shiver, “Do tell me, do you dance like that every time you go out?”
“Why?” Mingi snapped, playfully and a little breathy, “Jealous that other men get to see that? That’s only half of what I can do with these hips.”
“Oh, I bet.” Yunho laughed, biting his bottom lip as if he was contemplating his next words, “I’m not jealous, but I don’t think I like the thought of you putting on a show for anyone else.”
Mingi chuckled, tilting his head back against the hard wall, “I wouldn’t have to if a certain someone made up his mind already.”
“About?” Yunho pressed, narrowing his eyes.
“Well, I wonder about what...” Mingi scoffed, pulling Yunho just a bit closer, their crotches barely brushing together, “Maybe I should just be blunter, at this point.”
Yunho’s eyes widened slightly when Mingi rubbed himself against his crotch, breath catching in the back of Yunho’s throat. Mingi smirked despite the fire spreading through his torso, mouth opening in a silent groan as he was finally able to relieve some of his neediness. Yunho didn’t move as Mingi pressed his hips more into the mechanic’s, pleasure spreading down to his toes as their dicks rubbed together, clear as day to Yunho that he was getting hard, too. Not that Yunho was better off with his needs as he hissed, grabbing Mingi’s hips to stop him.
“You’re drunk.” He said as Mingi grabbed his neck and pulled their faces incredibly close. He was ready to jump out of his skin if Yunho didn’t give in to him. Mingi felt like he was overheated and on the brink of passing out from how much his body ached for Yunho’s touch, “And we are in a public space.”
“That hasn’t stopped me before, Yunho.” Mingi’s voice was lower as he licked his lips, eyes boring into Yunho’s as the other cursed, pressing his body into Mingi’s as he was now flushed against the wall and Yunho’s body as well. Mingi circled his arms around Yunho’s neck, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against the mechanic’s cheek, inching closer to his nose before he started going lower, licking at Yunho’s skin to tease him more. The slightly taller one seemed to lose his composure as he rubbed himself against Mingi, making them both groan quietly. Yunho was panting as Mingi smirked, looking into his eyes before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of Yunho’s mouth, trying to hold eye contact with the mechanic.
“Mingi.” Yunho’s tone was strained, grip tightening on the receptionist’s hips. But Mingi just smirked, planning on teasing Yunho more, but the door next to them burst open and they both jumped, their hearts racing. Mingi was surprised to see Yeosang’s slightly concerned face look around, but once it settled on them, he looked relieved.
“Oh, good.” He sighed, completely ignoring the position he found the two men in, “Wooyoung is finally done throwing up, so San is taking us home. You two want to head home?”
Before Mingi could answer, Yunho was nodding, detaching himself from the receptionist without stepping too far, “Yes, Mingi needs to sleep. He’s too drunk.”
Mingi huffed and glared at Yunho, but his expression mellowed out when the mechanic squeezed his ass as Yeosang turned his back to them. Yunho and Mingi shared a glance before Mingi pressed himself into Yunho’s side, the mechanic throwing an arm around his shoulders as he led the way, the two following wordlessly behind Yeosang. Mingi hated that he didn’t get what he wanted—needed—but at least he was now sure that Yunho was into him. Perhaps things would be easier to achieve moving forward. Like having Yunho on his knees and mouth around his throbbing cock as Mingi lost himself in the moment, Yunho’s name falling off his lips like a breathless mantra. Yeah, Mingi was going insane.
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