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“Yes Sir, I’ll be there in a moment, I’m really sorry.” Yunho rambles quickly, phone held up by his shoulder as his arms juggle multiple folders and documents and his signature coffee. He’d run into multiple issues this morning, his alarm not going off to wake him up, his car not starting, having to scramble to get a taxi to the building.
And worst of all, his Boss had called him. Clearly frustrated by his most reliable worker not making it to the meeting on time.
It’s just one of those days.
He’s already rushing through the town, quickly climbing the steps of the office building to get inside. It’s a rush to sign in at reception, and he’s lucky that the lady knows him well enough to just let him in without having to get out his lanyard, buried deep in his trouser pocket. He calls out a thank you as he rushes for the elevator, watching the doors closing.
Jamming his foot in just in time for the doors to open once again. A wave of relief washes over his shoulders, but it’s cut short when he notices the man already in there.
Song Mingi.
Aka, the absolute bane of Yunho’s existence.
Yunho and Mingi had never got along. Mingi was a sloppy worker, to put it simply. Being the son of the Boss cut him a lot of slack, and he used that as an excuse to constantly be late, to dump his extra work on Yunho, who he had targeted for quite literally no reason.
On Yunho’s first day at the office, he’d been so nervous he’d bumped into another coworker, coffee and documents spilling onto the floor. He’d apologised sincerely, and paid for a new coffee on top of staying late to reprint and correct every document that he had dropped. Mingi had laughed at him that day, told him he was clumsy and that he should be more careful. Even had the audacity to refer to him as pretty, singling him down to looks rather than actually acknowledging his resilience and hard work.
He hadn’t reported it straight away, just decided to try and gain his respect in different ways. Making him coffee before work, picking up his extra work load, being kind and greeting him. Nothing seemed to work.
It was two months when Yunho had finally reached his limit, standing in front of the Boss complaining like a child to his teacher for being picked on. He’d read the nameplate on the desk slightly too late. ‘Mr. Song.’
Everything clicked in his head, but not before he got scolded for trying to grass up the Bosses Son for something he couldn’t possibly do. So, he swallowed his pride, apologised and left.
“Didn’t take you as the brave type, did he fire you?” Mingi chirps, leant on the wall beside the door as Yunho exits. A smug look on his face. He had known that Yunho would break eventually, and that he’d try to complain, and he let him do it even though he knew the outcome.
“No, he let me off with a warning.” Yunho replied coldly, jaw tense. He didn’t listen to anything else Mingi had to say about the conversation, and he spent the next four months desperately trying to ignore him. The hatred boiling in his gut every time he’d come over to dump more documents on his desk, knowing he couldn’t say no to him and that he’d stay behind all evening to get them done.
In the recent months, they’d both been chasing a similar goal. The Boss was in need of a new manager, so a position was open for the taking. Yunho had a feeling it would be rigged, but he worked his ass off despite it all. When Mingi had caught on to the fact his dad was genuinely trying to decide on who would be better fit, he stepped up his game, started putting in a bit more effort.
Yunho thought he’d be an awful fit, that he’d just abuse the power of his new position and then continue to do half assed work. So, they were rivals, in a way. Both chasing the same dream, for one reason or another. Even if Mingi’s reason was fucking pathetic.
Yunho used to be a weak man, and maybe he still is.
Because even now, in the elevator alone with the person he could not stand, his mouth is kept shut.
“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Mingi grins, leaning over to press the button to the office floor once again. Yunho ignores him, keeps his head straight, finding the wall a better view than the other’s annoyingly handsome face.
“I have nothing to say to you.” He wishes Mingi would be quiet, and he knows he shouldn’t be replying to him at all, but he just can’t help it. His face feels hot, and he’s clutching everything awkwardly in his arms, maybe even gripping his coffee a little too roughly. Watching the sides squeeze in and the coffee ever so slightly spill over the lid. Leaning down to sip it so that it doesn’t fall onto the floor, or worse, the documents or folders.
Mingi lets out a sigh, moving into eyesight. “You’re pretty late to that meeting, my dad won’t be very happy with you.” He states, as if it isn’t fucking obvious. As if Yunho hadn’t already apologised and there wasn’t sweat building on his neck and forehead from how petrified he was of getting in trouble again. He needed this job.
“Still won’t speak to me? Wow, I’m hurt.” He chirps, tone dripping with sarcasm that makes Yunho grit his teeth. “All this lateness and excuses won’t get you that position you so desperately want.” He’s certain it’ll get a rise out of him, but when Yunho doesn’t immediately speak up, Mingi opens his mouth to speak once but Yunho finally beats him to it.
“Can you just shut up? It’s not like you’re ever on time. God forbid my alarm ran out of batteries and didn’t wake me up on time, and then my car breaks down, and I have to spend half my fucking money on a taxi to get me here. Sorry that I don’t have the privilege of being a princess like you, some people actually have to work to earn their money instead of lounging around and being an asshole to everybody in the office.” Yunho has to take a breath from how fast he’s speaking.
When he finally looks at him, Mingi’s mouth opens. “No. You can shut up, you do enough talking for everyone here. What do you actually contribute to this-”
He’s cut off by the elevator coming to an abrupt stop, jolting both men off balance. Yunho refuses to live out his first day again, and moves the coffee further away from himself or the other items he’s holding. Watching it spill down the sides and his fingers, dripping onto the floor.
Mingi groans, regaining his balance and pressing at the buttons on the elevator. “I think it’s stuck.”
Great.
As if his day couldn’t get any fucking worse.
Yunho sighs, placing his coffee down in the corner and wiping his hand on his trousers. “What do you mean it’s stuck?” He tries, as if he doesn’t know the answer, praying that it’s a temporary thing. He’ll never be late to work again if this is what he has to endure.
“I mean it’s fucking stuck, what else? Are you stupid?” Mingi spits, a tad too mean, even for him. Yunho takes a second to search for the expression on his face. “Wait, are you scared? Is Song Mingi scared of being stuck in a fucking elevator?”
It’s almost humorous, but Yunho’s too worried about missing the meeting to actually laugh about it right now. He barges Mingi to the side, fishing his lanyard out with his now free hand, pressing it to override the control. This was sort of common, given the old building. But the elevator didn’t move, not after Yunho’s multiple attempts or his frantic fingers tapping the buttons just as Mingi had.
“See, it’s broken.”
Yunho lets out a long exhale, fist clenched. He’s already given up, turning to sit down at the edge of the elevator, placing the documents and folders down beside him to finally give his arms a well needed rest. Mingi takes the time to pace up and down, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.
When he’s quiet, Yunho actually finds the man quite attractive. Dark brown hair slightly messy, glasses slipping down his nose that he definitely doesn’t need, plump lips that just look so kissable. It’s ironic, how Mingi had called him pretty, reduced him to his looks. And for a second it registers to Yunho that he could’ve been talking about himself.
Truly, Yunho thinks they could’ve been quite close, if it wasn’t for Mingi’s awful personality and shitty attitude to him and the other workers. He’d probably even hook up with him if he had a gag in his mouth.
Shit.
He really shouldn’t be thinking about it, Mingi laid out underneath him, nice and quiet. Those awful lips wrapped around a gag, drool spilling down his chin. It’s dangerous. Especially given their current situation.
He’d rather die than let Mingi be the cause of a hard on while he’s sharing such close proximity with him.
“Can you stop fucking pacing.” Yunho finally speaks up, attempting to get Mingi to open his big mouth and snap at him again, to stop his lust filled brain from picturing a possibility of them being anything more than rivals or enemies. “What do you even have to be nervous about? That position is yours no matter what you do, no matter how late you are, or how little I actually see you do work, or how bratty you are, or how fucking annoyingly hot you look.”
Mingi pauses, eyebrows furrowed. “Is that what you think?”
“Well obviously, you’re the Bosses son, the position is yours. It’s never been a competition, I knew you’d win. But I would’ve been mad at myself if I didn’t at least try.” Yunho answers truthfully, rubbing his forehead. This whole thing is giving him a headache.
“I didn’t mean the position.” Yunho thinks he’s about to brag, talk all about how he’s already been given the job and he just wanted to toy with him. What else did he say?
“Oh come on you’re such a brat, don’t act like you aren’t.”
“Yunho- Stop. I meant that you think I’m hot.”
What?
He hadn’t noticed the words coming out his mouth, hadn’t really thought about them when he said it. He was just furious, so tired of the games and the torment that Mingi gives him.
“I’m not going to sit and feed your obnoxiously large ego, Mingi. I’m sure you have many other girls who could do that for you.” Yunho finally looks up at the other, and he’s surprised to see that his face looks warm, slightly flushed a light shade of pink.
Mingi flops down onto the floor opposite him, adjusting the glasses on his face. “I don’t, actually…” Well, consider Yunho actually surprised. “And for the record, I’m not into girls.”
Oh.
Okay then.
They sit in an awkward silence, and it’s then that Yunho realises they haven’t even told anyone they’re stuck. When he digs his phone out, there’s several missed messages and calls from his Boss. Opening the contact, Yunho drops a quick text to let him know what’s going on, and how he and Mingi are trapped in the main elevator.
The chat bubbles pop up instantly, and the reply he gets is the last thing he wants to hear.
“They’re not gonna be able to get us out for two hours.”
Mingi jolts, head turning to face him. “What do you mean two hours? Did you tell him I’m in here too?” Yunho nods, instead of arguing about how that would even make a difference. It would probably take four hours if Yunho was in here on his own. The other groans, head tilting back against the wall.
“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.” He jokes, despite it being truthful, something to ease the tension. He’s confused why Mingi even told him something so personal about himself, and the air feels thick around them in the small space.
It’s a matter of moments before Mingi finally speaks up again, but he sounds different. “Do you really think I’m a brat?”
Yunho sighs for what feels like the nth time that morning, and he could just keep quiet, but something tells him that Mingi is not going to shut up easily. “Yeah.” He breathes out, but Mingi is still looking at him expectantly, as if he’s waiting for him to continue, to list all the millions of reasons why.
When it’s clear that Yunho’s tired of conversation, Mingi turns his head away, instead of trying to fill the silence. The older studies him closely, watches the way he can’t stop fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, or bouncing his leg. “You don’t have to be scared.”
Mingi’s movements come to an abrupt stop, and his head turns very slowly to look over at Yunho, like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Elevators break down all the time, this building is old. It happens.” He states bluntly, almost missing the way Mingi’s face softens before he turns away again.
“I prefer when you were yelling at me for being a brat or, in your words, hot.”
Yunho lifts an eyebrow, and Mingi turns back to face him.
“Got a thing for me telling you off?” He jokes plainly, like he’s waiting for some bitter snap that’ll cause them to argue even more. It would be a relief if he’s honest, a distraction from this awful situation and the meeting he is actively missing.
“What if I do?”
Mingi is staring right at him now, and his expression is unreadable, the closest thing to being playful. No, flirtatious.
Song Mingi is flirting with him.
“Mingi.” He warns, tone authoritative, like he’s trying to get him to stand down.
“Yunho.” The man replies, breathy, different. For the first time in forever, Yunho doesn’t get irritated about the way he says his name, even with the way it feels like Mingi is getting under his skin. It feels so wrong, and yet he’s already standing up. Mingi scrambles to his feet just in time for Yunho to shove him against the side of the elevator by his waist, fingertips digging in through the soft material of his suit pants. The boy in front of him grabs his tie, pulling him in close until they're breathing each other's air.
“You’re so fucking irritating.” Yunho spits, jamming his thigh between Mingi’s legs, who takes it as an opportunity to lean some of his weight down and fully grind his hips onto it. “You walk around this office every single day, like you own the place, like you’re so much better than everyone else.”
“But I know what you are, Mingi.”
He leans his head down, burying his head into the crook of Mingi’s neck to kiss at the skin, teeth gently nipping at the area. Mingi shakes beneath him, but he moves his head to expose more of his neck, biting too hard at his own lip to suppress any noises. Yunho trails kisses up to his earlobe, where he stalls his movements.
“You’re a brat, and you’ve been waiting for someone…” He feels Mingi twitch against his thigh, and he feels the need to correct his statement. “You’ve been waiting for me to put you in your fucking place.”
There’s a whine from beneath him, and it sounds so unlike Mingi that he has to pull away to face him. Taking in the sight. He looks so ruined already, glasses slightly slipped down his nose, bulge clear in his suit pants, cheeks flushed a shade of pink that somehow irritates Yunho even more.
He’s so pretty. Way too beautiful for his own good, and he knows it. With the way he meets Yunho’s eyes, staring at him as his tongue peeks out to wet his own lips. It dawns very slowly on him that Mingi doesn’t even need a gag, because he’s not said a single fucking word since he laid his hands on him.
It’s dangerous.
Mingi snaps him out of his head with a pull to his tie and a grind of his hips, Yunho shudders and lets him have this one thing. This one last act of control. Their lips collide, harsh and eager. Yunho’s grip tightens on his waist and he uses it to guide Mingi’s hips as they kiss, a mixture of tongue and teeth and the furthest thing from gentle. An expression of months of emotions they’ve both been too immature to talk about.
They part momentarily to catch their breath, and Mingi finally speaks up.
“Are you going to hurry up and fuck me or not.”
There it is. The bratty Song Mingi he’s so used to hearing.
When Yunho looks at him, there's a small pout on his lips, cheeks flushed red while sweat drips down his forehead and neck.
“You want it here?”
“There’s no cameras, we’re stuck in here. Do you have any other better ideas to kill time, Smart ass?” Mingi snaps back at him, still grinding his hips down onto his thigh. He can’t even tell if he’s doing it on purpose anymore.
“What about protection? Are you even prepped?” Yunho lists off, rambling. He’s cut off by a very long groan from the man beneath him.
“Yunho. If you don’t put your dick in me in the next five seconds I’m going to get you fired.”
It’s a rush to get each other out of their clothes after that, Mingi tugs at his tie and unbuttons his shirt quicker than Yunho can even process, with some sort of practiced perfection that makes him question if he’s done this before. They separate from touching each other when Mingi moves to pull down his suit pants, turning around to face the wall and basically presenting himself to Yunho, who leans forward very slowly.
Hands tracing the curve of his hips and groping at his ass through his boxers before pulling them down, catching a glimpse of a pretty black gem. He feels fucking dizzy, head spinning as he hooks two fingers around it and tugs. Mingi whines, body tensing as Yunho pulls out the plug, lube spilling down his thighs. “What the fuck- Mingi…”
Yunho takes a moment before setting the plug down, fingers swiping through the lube, pushing back up to Mingi’s hole which tenses at the touch. Mingi takes a deep breath and he uses the opportunity to push a finger in, thrusting in and out slowly. When he knows the other is ready, he adds another, curling his fingers just right. The younger whines, grabbing at the wall helplessly, cock throbbing between his legs, slightly pushing up against the wall for any chase of friction he can get.
“Yunho- please. Please.” He whines, Yunho’s long fingers feel way too good inside of him, hitting places Mingi never could with his own. Legs shaking from the touch, drool spilling down his chin and tears filling his eyes. His glasses almost falling off his face. Yunho’s spare hand snakes up his back slowly, grabbing a handful of brown hair and tugging, making Mingi’s head snap back and a moan slip from his mouth quicker than he can stop it.
“You look good like this Mingi.” Yunho praises, thrusting his fingers into him even faster. When he curls his fingers again, Mingi cries out, thighs tensing as precum spills from his cock. He’s not going to last long if he keeps this up, and it feels like Yunho can read his mind, because he pulls out his fingers and takes away the hand in his hair.
He almost turns around to ask him what he’s doing before he hears the zipper of his suit pants, Yunho shuffles around behind him, and he can’t even bring himself to turn and look. His body feels warm, and he has to resist moving a hand down to touch himself in case the older calls him out on it. Thoughts are racing around his head, and it’s enough to distract him until he feels the tip of Yunho’s cock push against his hole.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, and if it wasn’t for the fact he was trying to be considerate, Mingi would’ve chewed him out and told him to hurry the fuck up. Instead, he can barely even nod his head, and when he speaks his throat feels so dry. “Yeah- Yes. I want this.”
Yunho takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before pushing in slowly. Despite the plug and his fingers, Mingi still feels so fucking tight around him, walls clenching around his cock as he bottoms out. Head tilting back and hands finding stability by grabbing onto the other’s waist, fingertips digging into the flesh. When he opens his eyes to check on Mingi, he’s already looking back at him, tears slipping down his cheeks and glasses crooked before he pushes them back onto his face more.
He can’t help but lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Mingi’s lips before trailing down his neck. Gently pulling out before thrusting back in, slow and deliberate. Mingi moans, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to push back against Yunho. “Fuck me like you mean it..” He grumbles between breaths.
“If you insist.”
The next thrust is quick, rough, until Yunho settles into an evil pace, hips slamming into Mingi so hard that it pushes him harder against the wall, cock trapped and rubbing against it. The sounds of skin slapping against one another echo the small elevator, Mingi’s moans bouncing off the walls and ringing in Yunho’s ears. He grunts at each thrust, feeling the other clench around him even tighter. “You’re- a fucking brat.” Yunho breaths out. Mingi’s about to try insult him back until his next thrust hits his prostate and all words fall short, jumbled into a guttural moan as his glasses finally fall from his face. Not that he needs them, because the tears are already ruining his vision.
“Fuck- you take it so well, Mingi. This is what you needed, wasn't it baby?”
Mingi can barely even hear him anymore, he feels dizzy, his legs slightly give out beneath him and Yunho wraps an arm around him to hoist him back up and thrust into him harder. Every moan feels so filthy coming out his mouth, and yet he can’t stop. He can barely even sense when he’s about to come until he’s whispering Yunho’s name over and over, thighs shaking. Yunho leans down to whisper into his ear.
“Come for me, princess.”
That’s all it takes for Mingi’s body to shudder, clenching around Yunho’s cock as he continues to thrust into him, cum spilling from his cock and down the walls of the elevator. It’s an obscene sight, and faintly in the back of his mind he registers that they’ll definitely need to find a way to clean it up before someone tries to get them out.
Yunho follows quickly after, thrusting into Mingi one last time, hips jerking as he fills him. Taking a moment to catch his breath again, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Mingi, you okay baby?” He asks, leaning over to move his hair from his face.
Mingi nods, but he’s pouting again. Yunho follows his eyes down to the plug on the floor, and he has to use all his strength to stop himself from getting hard all over again. He pulls out slowly and leans down to grab the plug, gathering the cum that has spilled out and using the plug to push it back in. “Happy now? Jesus- Mingi you’re something else.”
“Yeah.. I'm happy now.” The younger smiles at him, finally standing up properly despite his legs feeling like jelly. Yunho beats him to the words they’ve both been dreading.
“We need to find a way to clean this up.”