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“No, dude , I don’t want to go home with you!”
Minho’s head snapped up from where he’d been scrolling on his phone, looking around the dance floor with his feline eyes for the owner of the deep, surprisingly soft voice that somehow drifted to his ears through the music and chatter of the party his roommate was throwing. It wasn’t uncommon for Chan to throw parties; in fact, over their years in college, the house they shared had become fairly popular as a weekend party spot. They had certainly grown on Minho over time to the point where he now actually enjoyed them quite a bit, the thrum of the music, the vibrancy of the people… it felt carefree in the best way. The crowd of people on the makeshift dance floor was thick, like it was every weekend, but the voice was getting louder, the protests growing more and more insistent.
“Seriously, can’t you take a hint?”
Then he heard the catalyst of the complaints.
“Come on, baby, I’d be doing you a disservice if I let a pretty little thing like you go home alone!”
He scoffed, his eyes rolling as he started making his way into the crowd to intervene before things got any nastier. Typical sleazy frat bro behavior . He’d have to find out who this guy was and get him blacklisted from future parties at their place. He pulled his black baseball cap off and ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair as he looked around, getting closer and closer to the voices as he weaved between people.
“I am not alone, I keep telling you that!”
Finally, as he broke through the most congested mass of people, his eyes landed on the owner of the voice standing by the wall at the edge of the dance floor, and he stopped in his tracks. It belonged to a guy not much shorter than him, but he somehow still looked tiny, enveloped in a white, oversized crewneck sweatshirt that hit his upper thighs over his light blue jeans. His hair was deep brown, almost black, but full of warmth and wavy, just barely reaching past his shoulders. His bangs brushed the tops of his full cheeks and framed his big, round, warm brown eyes, sparkling with stars and blinking through his large translucent-framed glasses. His skin was golden, like warm honey, and he’d be willing to bet he tasted even sweeter. His lips were perfectly pink, insanely soft-looking, and the right amount of full, the bottom slightly poutier. He was the prettiest boy Minho had ever seen, even when he was visibly angry, his face contorted with frustration and his hands balled into fists under his sweater paws. He looked like an angry quokka. Cute.
“Well, I don’t see anyone around, so they must not be very good company to abandon you like this.”
He had just stepped forward again, only a few paces away from the arguing pair, when the boy’s eyes snapped onto him, freezing him in place. He’d planned to step in, tell the guy to fuck off, but something about the look on the boy’s face made him hesitate. Then, suddenly, it changed, shifting into a pouty look of curiosity as the boy tilted his head to the side. He blinked rapidly, then a small smile spread across his face as he raised a hand and pointed right in Minho’s direction.
“Look, there’s my boyfriend now!”
It was his turn to blink once, twice, three times. If this guy had a boyfriend, why did he leave him alone? He turned to look behind him, but no one else was looking in the boy’s direction, and when he turned back, he was walking straight towards him.
“See? Told you I wasn’t alone,” the boy stepped right into his space, his eyes searching, pleading, and full of panic, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Ah, he wants me to pretend to be his boyfriend to get this creep to go away. I can do that. He opened his mouth, about to say… something, he wasn’t sure what, to affirm his story, but before he could get any words out, the boy surged forward.
He was kissing him. The pretty boy was kissing him. Whatever universe he’d been transported to, he didn’t want to leave it. His lips were soft, so soft , and warm. The kiss was timid at first, the boy clearly scared that he would get upset, but a switch in Minho’s brain flipped, and suddenly he was kissing back, his hands coming up to thread through the boy’s waves as he tilted his head right where he wanted it to deepen the kiss. Somewhere in the background, Minho thought he heard the creep from before grumbling something about “No one ever wants a nice guy these days,” but he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit.
They both got progressively more and more lost in the kiss, their lips slotting together like puzzle pieces, the boy’s fuller bottom lip fitting perfectly in the space underneath his own fuller top lip, like they were made to fit together. He nipped at the boy’s bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from him and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth gently. Minho was right, the pretty boy did taste sweeter than honey. The boy whimpered, his hands coming up to grip Minho’s t-shirt as he pressed against him, moving them and pushing his back against the wall. Minho wrapped his arms around the boy’s tiny waist and pulled him closer, running his fingertips up and down his spine and making him shiver in his hold while he explored every centimeter of his mouth with his tongue. He felt the boy’s arms slide around his neck before his fingers wound into his hair, tugging gently as he pressed his own tongue against Minho’s. He groaned against the boy's lips and shifted his hold, one hand slipping under his sweatshirt to caress his back while the other slid back up into his soft waves, holding him in place as he whimpered again and went boneless in his hold. Fuck, he’s adorable.
Just as he was about to shift one of his thighs between the boy’s legs, a loud screech sounded nearby, jolting them both back to reality. The boy pulled away, loosening his grip on Minho as he blinked at him dazedly. His eyes slowly widened, and he stumbled backwards, barely catching himself from falling. He looked around, and seeing the creep was gone, his eyes snapped back to Minho, a mortified look on his face.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, oh my god,” the boy mumbled. He reached out, scrambling to collect his thoughts into something even remotely coherent, but the boy had already bolted away and disappeared into the crowd of people. For a moment, he was too stunned to move, unable to think of anything other than the feeling of the boy’s soft lips on his. Shit. He shook his head, trying his best to clear some of the thoughts and pushed through the crowd, hoping to catch sight of him again, to talk to him, tell him “it’s alright,” and maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky enough, kiss him again.
But luck really wasn’t on his side, because by the time he finally caught sight of the boy, it was from across the party as he was running out the front door. His heart sank. He wouldn’t make it through the people in time to run out after and catch him. He knew that. But then his eyes landed on a familiar face right by the door, and a spark of hope lit up in his chest as he walked over.
“Yah, Changbin!” he called out, startling the guy and making him fumble his drink, narrowly avoiding dropping the red cup on the floor.
Changbin had been his friend for as long as he’d known Hyunjin, since the couple came as a package deal. He was built, spending much of his free time in the gym, but his muscles only made his already short stature seem smaller. His dark hair had a slight wave to it, the ends reaching just above his deep brown eyes. His full lips, which often sat in an upside-down smile, were currently pursed into an annoyed pout, accompanying the glare he was aiming at Minho.
“Minho, what the fuck, you almost made me drop my drink!”
“Maybe you should keep a better hold on your cup then,” he retorted, grinning when he received a whine of protest in response.
“What do you want, anyways?” Changbin grumbled, lifting the cup to his mouth and taking a long sip of his drink.
“Did you see the guy who just ran out the door a minute ago? A little shorter than me, kinda tiny, longish wavy hair, boba eyes, pretty mouth?”
“Pretty mouth?” Changbin asked with a knowing grin, wiggling his eyebrows.
Shit, did I really just say that? He swatted at his shoulder, earning himself another protesting whine. “You are in no place to judge. I have listened to you find ways to wax poetic about every part of Hyunjin in any conversation, regardless of its relevance.”
Changbin threw his free hand up. “Yah! It’s not my fault my boyfriend is an ethereal being!”
“ Anyways ,” he cut in, “did you see him or not?”
Changbin nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.”
“Okay, do you know him?”
He shook his head. “No, but I think I saw him with some blonde guy,”
“Binnie, I’m a blonde guy he was with.”
“A different blonde guy, hyung! But I didn’t recognize either of them, so maybe they’re freshmen?”
Fuck . There were so many freshmen, and so many came to their parties, he’d be more likely to become a K-pop idol than find this guy. Changbin must’ve seen the frustration on his face because a moment later, he was looking through the crowd and motioning someone over. He turned to find Hyunjin walking up with a smile, followed closely by a tall boy with short, dark brown hair and bright eyes.
“Baby!” Hyunjin called out, “This is Seungmin, he’s a freshman. Isn’t he adorable?” He winked at Changbin, who returned his smile with a single raise of his eyebrows.
“Oh yeah, absolutely,” he grinned, eyes scanning over the newcomer before extending a hand. “I’m Changbin, Jinnie’s boyfriend, nice to meet you…” He trailed off in question.
“Seungmin,” the tall boy supplied, his eyes locked onto Changbin’s bicep before taking his hand. So it’s like that, okay. Good for them .
He cut in before things could go too far where he’d have to watch. “Hey guys, love this little foreplay you’ve got going on here, but I am trying to solve a problem.”
“Right, right!” Changbin turned to Hyunjin, still holding Seungmin’s hand as he spoke. “Jinnie, do you know who the freshman twink with the pretty mouth is?”
Minho smacked his own forehead. “Don’t describe him like that , Bin.”
“What? It’s how you described him to me!”
He sighed and turned to Hyunjin. “He’s a little taller than Changbin, dark wavy hair about to his shoulders, big eyes, glasses…” he paused when he felt an elbow nudge his ribs, “and yes, fine , a pretty mouth,” he added in a grumble.
“No, I’m sorry, hyung, I don’t know who that could be,” Hyunjin replied, a sympathetic smile on his face. “Minnie, does that sound like anyone you know?”
Seungmin shook his head. “I don’t know that many people yet since the semester has barely started, but I’ll be honest, that sounds like half the freshmen guys from what I’ve seen.”
Great. Just great. He was never gonna find the pretty boy whose lips fit with his like they were made for each other.
“Why are you asking, anyways?” Changbin had snaked an arm around both Hyunjin and Seungmin’s waists, making the newcomer blush furiously. Oh, he’s going to get eaten alive by those two.
“He kissed me.”
“Who the fuck kissed you?” He turned to find Chan walking up to the small group, two drinks in hand and a confused look on his face as he held one out to Minho.
“I have no idea,” he replied, taking a sip of the drink, “but that was the best kiss of my life, and I am going to find out.”