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When Minkyun handed over his last exam for the semester and left the room, the biggest relief rolled over him, finally being able to delete Marine Mammal Biology from his calendar. With all his electives finished, he could look forward to a peaceful, stress-free time at last.
The corridors quickly grew packed with more and more students from different courses finishing their exams, so Minkyun quickly escaped to the courtyard. Facing away from the labs of the marine biology building — most blinds partially closed anyway to prevent cheating as well as stares — Minkyun instead turned towards the law faculty. Their building was much older and more imposing, but it was charming to look at, not a square white block like all the newer buildings were.
He let his eyes scan the windows on all the different floors, but it was impossible to make out anyone specific, not if they weren’t also searching for you.
Letting his eyes fall again, Minkyun caught the last second of a notification fading on his screen. He only read the word party and knew who the message was from and what it said. He should probably get to his dorm to get some sleep and a good protein-rich meal before going to the last big party of his college life. And after that exam he really could use a good drink.
His dorms weren’t far from campus, but he was glad that he seemed to have beaten his roommates, being the first to return to the dorm. It gave him some peace to catch a little sleep, since he knew he’d be out all night.
When he woke up again, he could hear his roommates talking in the kitchen, none of them trying to be particularly quiet as they chatted about their final exams and the upcoming party. With the party being held at the biggest off-campus community house, it was obvious that most students with even a minimal connection would manage to be invited, so most of Minkyun’s roommates would be there as well.
Minkyun got up and walked over to the shared space where he was greeted shortly before the conversation resumed. He sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed his portion of fried chicken his roommates had ordered for their pre-drink meal. It was rather early but Minkyun still needed to shower, get dressed, and walk to the opposite side of campus. And since his whole dorm probably also needed to shower beforehand, he wanted to hurry up.
Usually, Minkyun didn’t put too much effort into looking good for a campus party, but this time it was different. Not only would it be the last and possibly biggest party before everyone would move out of the dorms, it would also be Minkyun’s last chance to shoot his shot after shying away from it the last three years. So, not only did he spend a good half an hour styling his hair, he also made sure to put together a dark outfit so that every piece would fit together perfectly, even down to his silver jewellery and his underwear. When he was finally content with how he looked, he took a picture and sent it to Seungjun for an outfit check.
After quickly getting an answer consisting of too many affirming emojis and questions about “who he was so dolled up for”, which Minkyun decided to ignore, he sat down on his bed. He still had about half an hour before he would have to get going in order to avoid being the first one at the party and seem overly eager, yet not too late to immediately be lost in the crowd. Just enough time to start overthinking his every action.
Would he even be there? Minkyun couldn’t remember seeing him at many parties throughout the semesters, and maybe he was a fool for thinking they would meet now — when time was becoming sparse. But he had put all his money on this possibility. He was even there with Seungjun when he extended the invitation in the study room of the law department. Minkyun didn’t want to admit to himself that he might have already missed his chance by always chickening out whenever a perfect moment presented itself.
They barely ever talked in the first place, the most common place to meet being the community room of their adjacent library floors, which wasn’t the best place to talk and get to know each other better. But whenever they did talk, Changyun was funny, cute, and charming, and Minkyun had noticed a crush blooming quickly. Changyun had this goofy innocence around him and it was easy to become entranced.
He tried to make his head stop spinning. Even if it wouldn’t work out in his best favour, he should still just enjoy the party and use it to have some fun with his friends, since there was no knowing if or when they would meet again. And with no responsibilities for the rest of the week — apart from getting ready to move out — Minkyun planned to make use of the bottomless drinks to stop his depressing sorrows about a stupid crush from impeding the fun of the night.
A knock on his door finally silenced even the last thoughts in the back of Minkyun’s mind.
“We’re about to leave, do you want to join us?” one of his roommates called through the door.
It probably wouldn’t be the worst idea to get to the party in a group rather than alone, so with a quick “yeah, one sec,” Minkyun got up, checked his hair one last time in the mirror and left his room, joining his dorm on the way over the sparsely lit campus towards the bright lights and loud music.
Quite a few people were already there, most of them not sober anymore, either. The big living room was the most filled, people having found their seats anywhere, from the couches, to the side tables, to the ground along the walls. Little groups had formed but many different majors were mingling with each other. Mainly the middle of the room, where all furniture had been moved away from to make space for a dance floor, was filled with people.
Minkyun quickly lost his group as they found other friends, went to grab drinks, or had gone to check out different rooms. So, Minkyun also made his way to the kitchen, grabbing one of the big plastic cups and filling it with a mix of whiskey and cola. He hadn’t even left the room again when he was met with a familiar head of blond hair.
“You’re here,” Seungjun greeted with a wide grin and a slight slur to his words. If Minkyun had to guess, he had probably helped setting everything up, and by the shine in his eyes, he was a few heavy drinks down the line already. It surprised Minkyun how quickly his friend had found him nonetheless.
Minkyun nodded. “Yeah, I just got here,” he said, pointing at his still full first cup.
Seungjun’s grin grew brighter. “Ohh, light blue, so that’s why you put so much effort into your looks today?”
“No,” Minkyun said, shaking his head. “You should know that I usually don’t pay attention to which colour is supposed to mean what.” He usually just grabbed the nearest and hoped it wouldn’t result in the worst.
But Seungjun just lifted his eyebrow in disbelief. “Well, light blue is Down To Fuck, and I know plenty here that would give it a shot if given the chance, so maybe you should rethink that,” he suggested.
“Maybe I should,” Minkyun agreed. While he probably wouldn’t mind sending out that message some time later down the road, when he wouldn’t remember the rest of the night anyway, he should probably empty the cup and choose a different colour for the time being.
Instead of following Seungjun back to the living room, Minkyun downed his drink a little too fast and threw the cup away. He found the card with the descriptions for the colours and chose a less inviting one to fill with the same mixture again.
When he left the kitchen, he was surprised to find that Seungjun had waited for him by the door, two shot glasses in his hand, filled to the brim with what smelled like ouzo. Before Minkyun could even say a word, one of the glasses was pressed into his free hand.
“To our final exams,” Seungjun cheered, holding up his own shot.
“To hopefully passing all of them,” Minkyun laughed and they clinked their glasses before getting them down.
Minkyun’s skin tingled with slight heat at the bitter shot, his stomach ever so slightly upset about the mix of the two alcohols, but it quickly evened out to a warm feeling laying over his body.
“We’ve set up some tables for beer pong in the game room upstairs if you want to join for a few rounds?” Seungjun offered.
For a moment, Minkyun let his eyes wander over the people that had arrived and settled in the living room, trying to find a certain person. Unable to recognise much in the moving mass of bodies, he agreed with a quick nod, knowing that even if he had found him, he wouldn’t have the courage to go up to him, not this early into the night. More drinks with a little lower amount of alcohol sounded like a good way to build up the courage in case it was needed.
Pulled by the arm, Minkyun was led upstairs, where another surround sound system blasted a different but a lot calmer kind of music. Seungjun wandered the hallways as if they were his own and soon kicked open a half-open door. A sweet smell clouded the room but it was far better than the sweaty scent that was quickly starting to accumulate in the living room.
“Got us our last player!” Seungjun announced, causing all heads to turn towards the newcomers.
Minkyun started a quick headcount but was quickly stopped in his tracks. Of course, of all people joining a game Minkyun was proven to be bad at, Changyun was in the room. His hair was styled the same proper way as any time they would cross paths on campus, but instead of his usual light suits or cardigans, he was wearing a green and red hoodie that made his frame look a little smaller than usual.
Feeling his cheeks heat as he recalled too many little details, Minkyun tried to resume the counting. Him and Seungjun included, they were ten people total. In the middle of the room was a table tennis table. But instead of the usual twenty solo cups filled with beer, there were four shot glasses on one end of the table.
Unsure what kind of setup this was, Minkyun looked over to Seungjun, who only had a soft grin on his lips. “We have to make teams first,” he said. “Choose whoever you want, but you’re not allowed to team up with someone from the same major as you.”
Given that Minkyun only knew three people in the room, it was clear that none of the others were marine biology majors. But as soon as Seungjun announced that rule, he skipped over to Jaeyoung, almost falling into the other’s arms as he tripped over his own feet, leaving Minkyun with only one other person in the room that he knew. And he really wasn’t up to playing a drinking game teamed up with a stranger.
Trying not to be too obvious, Minkyun slowly turned his gaze to the other side of the room, only to find that Changyun was staring straight at him. Minkyun barely clocked their eyes locking before Changyun made his way across the room.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice as soft as ever.
“Hi,” Minkyun managed, not sure which part of Changyun’s face to look at.
“Would you like to team up?” Changyun then asked, as casual as always. This was why Minkyun had never gotten the courage to confess his feelings; everything Changyun did was hard to interpret as romantic interest.
Minkyun managed a nod, though that didn’t feel sufficient enough. “Y-yeah, sure,” he said, taking a swig of his cup to make it seem like he had something in his throat rather than being unable to manage a full sentence. “I’m not that good, though,” he muttered over the edge of his cup, the warmth of the alcohol easing his nerves a little.
Changyun shrugged. “Me neither. But losing is the more fun option of this game anyway.”
As everyone seemed to have found a team member, Seungjun spoke up again. “Since we are five teams, the first round will consist of trying to get the ball into the shot glass. Every team gets two chances each, who of you throws them doesn’t matter. If you miss the shot, you have to take the shot, and whoever throws the best will automatically be put into the final round,” Seungjun explained.
Minkyun frowned at the nonsensical elimination round. But with one look at Changyun and his equally deep frown, he felt like they wouldn’t make the jump to the finale anyway, so he didn’t even bother trying to understand it.
Both of them royally missed their targets, so a shot of lukewarm tequila was welcomed into the mix in Minkyun’s system and the two of them stood to the side while the other teams tried to get both of their ping pong balls into the decreasing amount of glasses. In the end it was the team made up of a music major and a sports major that won the game, which Minkyun couldn’t help but find a little unfair. But he didn’t have long to dwell on it as he was ushered to the first game once the twenty cups were set up and filled to the halfway point.
Much to his surprise, they won the first round, although they were also left with only two of the cups, and they high-fived before stepping to the side for the next round to start. Minkyun had finished his second cup of whiskey cola in between the four cups of beers he had to down during the game, and he slowly felt how a constant tingle settled in the tips of his fingers while it was a little harder to look straight.
Trying to not let it show as much, Minkyun leaned against the wall and Changyun was quick to join him.
“That was close,” Changyun said, a small giggle accompanying the already lovely sound of his voice.
“Yeah,” Minkyun agreed.
Although they stood a little apart, Minkyun could still feel the warmth emanating from Changyun, and he had to hold himself back to not lean in. Instead, he just made do with staring at Changyun, who either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Instead, Changyun was busy staring at the tip of his shoes, looking a little tired.
“Is everything alright?” Minkyun dared to ask.
Changyun lifted his head, the tiredness disappearing from his eyes the second they focused on Minkyun. “Oh…yeah,” he said. “I’m just…overthinking the exam I wrote today.”
Minkyun lifted an eyebrow. “Why? Do you think you got something wrong, or just because it was the last one?”
“I’m not sure,” Changyun said, letting his head fall again. “I keep thinking ‘what if you misread the questions’, you know?”
“It will be fine,” Minkyun said, though unsure how uplifting that really was. “I bet it’s just the nerves about it being a final exam. Just try to not overthink it.”
Changyun laughed softly. “I don’t think I am drunk enough for that yet. And I’m not even sure if alcohol would make the overthinking better or worse.”
Putting one of his hands on Changyun’s shoulder, Minkyun gave him a smile. “You did well, I’m sure of it.”
Changyun returned the smile, leaning into the touch ever so slightly. “Thank you.”
Unsure what to do with himself, Minkyun stayed like that. He couldn’t tell if he should take his hand away again or not. But Changyun was so nice and warm, and he didn’t tell him to take his hand away. Instead Changyun just looked at him with his soft brown eyes, as if he was searching for something. The way he looked up, his grin making his eyes a little small, Minkyun had to catch his mind from running wild with things he wanted to do to make that cute expression melt. His mind logged out and he couldn’t tell how many minutes passed as his drunken state got him to pause and stare at nothing.
A loud cheer pulled their attention away from each other. The second game had concluded, one side of the table empty while the other was still half full. Minkyun swallowed, feeling like their next match should be a sure loss, but then again, they just had gone more than twenty minutes without drinking, unlike their opponents, so maybe they still had a chance.
Changyun seemed to have a similar thought, as he had a quick look at the table and their slightly overconfident opponents, before looking back at Minkyun and giving him a nod.
They took their positions, and their cups were exchanged and filled up. They didn’t have any tactic whatsoever, but their miniscule confidence to squash the cocky team across from them seemed to be enough for them to win the match, with only five cups lost.
Once more, their hands clapped together in victory, but this time Changyun lost his balance and almost fell against Minkyun had he not caught himself on the table. “Sorry,” he muttered, with an apologetic smile.
“Don’t worry,” Minkyun returned, swallowing the remark that he wouldn’t have minded having Changyun falling into his arms. It was quite a recurring thought, as Changyun stumbled often — and it was cute every time.
Seungjun was just setting up the new cups when he stopped himself. “I have an idea!” he said, with way too much enthusiasm to be anything good. “How about the losing team needs to do seven minutes in heaven?” As he suggested that, he turned to Minkyun giving him a wink, which he wasn’t sure if Seungjun wanted to be discreet or blatantly obvious. Either way it made a frown form on Minkyun’s forehead, wondering what Seungjun’s plan was or what he knew.
There were instant disagreements from the other team, clearly uninterested in doing anything with another man that wasn’t drinking or complaining. That alone made Minkyun want to win, to force those two into a limited space for seven minutes, maybe even forget about having put them there. And to him, seven minutes in heaven didn’t sound like a punishment, especially not if it was with Changyun. When he looked over, the other at least didn’t seem disgusted by the idea of it.
Seungjun didn’t seem to care about the complaints from the one team, the lax response from Changyun, and the inner gay panic from Minkyun. He seemed to just enforce the punishment as something pre-determined as he continued to fill the rest of the cups.
Minkyun swallowed, stuck between wanting to beat the other team and wanting to be forced into an enclosed space with Changyun. Even if it would only be seven minutes. That would be more than he had ever let himself dream of.
Yet, he couldn’t seem like he was overly eager to lose and receive that “punishment” Seungjun decided to implement only at the last round. So, Minkyun tried his best to hit the cups. But the longer they took and the more times their opponents scored points, the more difficulties Minkyun had when focussing on aiming. Changyun seemed to feel similar, one hand grabbing onto the edge of the table whenever he was handed the table tennis ball, yet he hit true more often than Minkyun, keeping them almost on par with the opponent.
But in the end, he and Changyun lost. And while the other team burst out in cheers and hollers, Minkyun just looked over to Changyun, unsure if he should apologise for losing. He felt slightly guilty for missing some of the shots on purpose, but Changyun gave him a smile.
“We tried our best,” he said, his words hard to comprehend as they blended together. “I haven’t had this much fun playing beer pong in quite a while.”
“Yeah, me too,” Minkyun nodded, a grin also finding its way to his lips.
Before he could say more, Seungjun appeared by their sides. His expression was sly and quite obnoxious. “Alright, my little losers, follow me. There’s a small supply closet down the hall that you can use for your punishment. The two of you should fit in there quite snug.”
Not waiting for an answer, he took both of them by the wrists and pulled them out of the room. The sudden quick movement made Minkyun’s stomach protest for a second, and his legs didn’t listen well enough anymore to keep him stable. But then he realised what was about to happen and sobered up for a split second, just enough to stay standing. Of course, he didn’t know just how small the supply closet would be, nor did he know if Changyun even wanted to do anything but sit out the time until they were let out again. Still, the prospect of being so physically close with Changyun of all people made a warm tingle run over Minkyun’s arms and increased his heartbeat maybe a little too much.
Seungjun stopped in front of a door. It truly was inconspicuous. It was a little slimmer than the other doors Minkyun had come across so far, signalling that it clearly wasn’t leading into any normal room.
“I hope it’s not that dusty in there,” Seungjun said, though more to himself than the others as he pulled the door open and flicked on a sorry excuse of a light that was only an almost broken lightbulb. The space that was revealed wasn’t big, but also not as little as it could have been. If Minkyun had to guess it was probably a metre by two metres, but because most was used for storage, as intended, with shelves littering the walls and a hoover and mop shoved in one of the corners, it left almost no room to stand in.
“Have fun,” Seungjun said, pushing Minkyun in first, and then Changyun, who stumbled against Minkyun’s chest. “I’ll be back in about seven minutes,” he looked at his watch, “more or less… Anyway, please don’t destroy any of the shelves, none of these guys know how to screw things to a wall that aren’t living and walking beings.”
And with that, and a last smile, Seungjun closed the door, leaving them in near darkness.
The second the slam sounded, Changyun jumped away from Minkyun and hit the back of his head against one of the shelves. The sudden pain made him bend over again and his forehead mashed firmly into Minkyun’s chin.
“Oh, shit, shit, sorry,” Changyun apologised instantly, one hand still in his own hair and a concerned look barely visible on his face through the low light. The heavy thud that had vibrated through Minkyun’s skull had his drunk mind whirl like a spinning top.
“It’s alright,” he answered and screwed his eyes shut a few times to make the world make sense again. It took a while for three Changyuns to turn into one.
The music still droned from under the door, and the strong scents of the party weren’t blocked out by the wooden slab either. It all created a dishevelled yarn ball of sensations that Minkyun had to take the time to differentiate for a second. It wasn’t what he wanted to be doing right now. He was alone with Changyun in very close proximity and had far different things on his mind.
“Are you sure you're fine?” Changyun asked, as if Minkyun’s concentrated expression was a cause for concern. He himself sounded just as dizzy and drunk, but didn’t seem to notice that much.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
After another rub over the sore spot on his chin, Minkyun flashed a smile and it made Changyun chuckle. He scratched the back of his head one more time before sighing with melodramatic disappointment. “So much for seven minutes in heaven, but give me three seconds and I could get you into a hospital.”
Minkyun hid a laugh behind his hand. “It’s not like we have to play the game anyway, Seungjun isn't monitoring us or anything.” The moment that left his mouth, Minkyun wanted to punch himself. Why was he suggesting not doing anything? There was barely a step between them; a person couldn’t fit in the space between their bodies, and here he was, basically offering to simply wait out the seven minutes. Sure, his body and mouth weren’t listening well to him anymore, his sober sanity seemed to have shrunk and was but a tiny voice yelling in the back of his head. Still, he didn’t think alcohol would make him suggest to do nothing.
“Y-Yeah, that’s true,” Changyun nodded slowly. “There’s nothing that says what we have to do in here, you’re right.”
So now there was a mutual agreement and Minkyun had no idea how to move their conversation in the opposite direction anymore. There was a tangible silence, one that grew in awkwardness with every glance they exchanged. This little consequence for losing was turning into a real punishment now.
Slowly, his mind started to race so fast that he didn’t even clock when a hand brushed against his own. In a loose hold, Changyun locked their fingers and the way his eyes looked up made them large and irresistible.
“Do you really not want to, though?” he asked with a pout and Minkyun felt his heart jump out of his mouth. This was dangerous for his health but he wouldn’t mind it if this was the way he died; filled with drunk bliss and Changyun coming onto him. But as amazing as he felt and wanted to look, his tongue wasn’t working with him.
“I…I. Uhm. We c-could—”
“We could kiss,” Changyun offered suddenly, boldly leaning forward but still keeping that innocent look in his eyes. He set a step closer, but didn’t land on his feet correctly and fell back against Minkyun’s chest, staying there this time. “Then we at least won’t have Seungjun whining when he learns nothing happened.”
Minkyun let out an awkward laugh. “Y-Yeah, of course! That would be annoying, wouldn’t it?” As if simply lying wasn’t an option, but he wasn’t going to argue against this suggestion.
“Truly, you know how he can be.” Changyun tilted his head, as if Minkyun still hadn't agreed to his suggestion clearly enough.
“We better be able to tell him something, then.”
Their gazes lingered and it pulled on the rope between them.
“So…?” Changyun uttered as their faces already inched closer.
Minkyun knew he shouldn't say another thing or he'd ruin this again. And to give himself no chance of that, he closed his eyes and bridged their distance.
All his senses muddied instantly. As if his ears were underwater, the music became hard to hear. He couldn't notice the sweet smells anymore and only focussed on how Changyun tasted. The sweetness of alcohol coated his lips and Minkyun felt even more drunk. He had to feel it over and over again, easily finding a rhythm in their kiss. Changyun's lips were soft and begged for more.
As their connection wouldn't break, Minkyun could feel a small grin on the lips he was kissing. It was ever so subtle but hard to miss when pressed against it.
A kiss would've been enough to create a story, but Minkyun didn't want it to stay at just a simple peck. Before he could catch his intoxicated self and be a bit more elegant, he licked his tongue over Changyun's lips and was easily let past them. It was an uncoordinated kiss, but there wasn’t a chance that he could put on a better show, not with his mind this drunk and his stomach filled with butterflies.
The second their tongues brushed together, the smallest groan rumbled from the back of Changyun’s throat. It sounded like he was trying to suppress it, but Minkyun was happy he failed. Hands were placed on Changyun’s waist and they pulled their bodies closer together with a hard-to-control greed.
It was difficult to stop any fantasy at the best of times, but with Changyun hanging onto his lips, Minkyun couldn't keep his mind in check. He wanted to push Changyun down and make a mess of him, even though there was no space for that. Still, his mind tried. Maybe against that one wall behind him where no shelves would get in their way, or maybe he could suggest going to either of their dorms soon.
Somehow, as he spiralled into this horny mindset, he remembered that them being in this closet wasn't any odd coincidence.
With a gentle push, Minkyun tried to get some space between them to speak but could barely pry Changyun off him. “The seven minutes should be up soon.”
“Shut up,” Changyun mumbled against Minkyun’s lips and continued their kiss without another word, licking into Minkyun's mouth as if he had lost his grasp on reality.
He pushed back against the gentle suggestion for some space until Minkyun’s back met the only wall without a shelf. It had Minkyun let out a small grunt as their strained lower bodies touched and hands gripped onto his hips.
Now, he was trapped between an immovable object, and a wall. Changyun hung against his chest and only let off his lips to kiss his jaw and neck. Minkyun knew if they’d be caught like this, he’d want to sink into the floor, but there was no way he would push Changyun away. Instead, he hung his arms over Changyun’s shoulders and gripped into his hoodie.
With every kiss that walked down to his collarbone, Minkyun felt his conscious sink a little further. His knees wanted to buckle, and if it wasn’t for the weight pushing him against the wall, he would have already fallen to the floor.
Changyun’s hands began to play lower down and traced the belt around Minkyun’s pants. But they couldn't get where they wanted. A clear huff brushed over Minkyun’s skin and with an aggressive yank, his button down was untucked; pulled from its meticulously styled place.
There was a breath that hoped to say the word wait, but Minkyun’s mouth never made the shape to actually form anything cohesive. Changyun’s warm hands spread over his lower abdomen and traced lines up to his ribs.
Voices shouted outside, the drum of music was muddied but loud, and Minkyun couldn’t believe that he was being undressed right next to it all, in a room without a lock.
Somehow, his shifting eyes were picked up on. Changyun stopped his kisses and rested his chin on Minkyun’s chest, looking up with hazy eyes.
“Don’t worry so much,” he cooed in his velvet voice as his fingers drew circles on Minkyun’s waist. “No one is going to need a vacuum right now.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they needed other cleaning supplies, though.”
Changyun shrugged. “They can reach past us.” Done with this discussion, he continued the path of his hands until they brushed over Minkyun’s nipples and flashed a grin.
The sudden stimulation made Minkyun throw his head back, a thud vibrating through his skull again and muting his last few arguments against this quite dangerous situation.
It was then, when a moan was pulled from behind his tongue, that Minkyun knew he had been played. ‘We could kiss’; Changyun’s suggestion had sounded so innocent, like he always had, but there wasn't a shred of that now. As he kissed where he wanted to, touched what he could reach, the grin he carried looked proud, as if he had accomplished exactly what he wanted. He had been planning this, Minkyun was sure of it. The sudden puppy dog eyes when he argued or requested something, and the smile that followed right after; Changyun knew exactly what he was doing. But Minkyun didn’t mind. He had Changyun’s hands on him and was being kissed all over. They had had different tactics tonight, but were looking for this same outcome.
Then, Changyun looked up and Minkyun now recognised that expression and already anticipated what would be next.
A frown scrunched Changyun's forehead together and his fingers reached for the first button on Minkyun's chest. With how hot his skin was getting, the unbuttoning of his shirt was much appreciated and Minkyun quickly went to help, starting at the bottom until they met halfway.
His blouse was pushed off his shoulders until it caught at his elbows, where his previously rolled up sleeves were now too bundled up to just fall down properly. Minkyun tried to reach behind him to pull the fabric down but was firmly pushed against the wall again. It all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye as Minkyun’s mind stuttered over the toxins slowing it down.
Changyun held Minkyun back by the shoulders and looked his trapped subject up and down. There was a stuttering breath as he bit his lower lip.
“I’d ride you if we had more space,” Changyun muttered, looking like he was trying to keep that just a thought. He blinked once, jumping at the fact he had said that aloud before looking up. “You’re hot,” he continued, hoping to cover his previous statement with something a little more PG.
Minkyun stopped trying to get his arms free and gave into whatever plan Changyun was conjuring up. That goofy, innocent idea Minkyun had of Changyun was flying out the window at an increasingly rapid pace. But that did make him curious just how lewd Changyun could be. That personality gap was only making his pants tighter as his boner pushed against the zipper.
In all his fantasies, Minkyun had thought he’d be the one making Changyun’s legs shake, but right now, he himself found it hard to stay standing. It wasn’t an option he had really considered and didn’t think he could get so lost in it. He still wanted to see Changyun melt, he still wanted to be inside him and fuck him senseless, but loved watching Changyun get himself there. Minkyun couldn’t tell if Changyun was focussing on making him cum, or making himself feel good.
Changyun’s hands yanked Minkyun’s belt open and quickly undid the buttons. His hands were hasty and slightly fumbled to get the clothing out of the way. When he finally managed — Minkyun really happy he had paid attention to what underwear he had put on — Changyun didn’t take a single moment to pause.
His fingers traced lines downward, tickling over the skin and brushing through dense hairs. The warmth of Changyun's palms finally wrapping around the strained erection made Minkyun’s eyes jump up and roll behind his eyelids. A thumb pressed softly against the tip of Minkyun's dick and forced a bead of precum to form.
Changyun's eyes hazed over when he saw that but blinked that probably very hungry thought out of his mind and instead looked up again. He caught Minkyun’s next groan in a kiss and moved his hand up and down between their bodies.
Feeling the weight against him, Minkyun's mind finally caught up to the fact he was the only half-naked one. Changyun was still fully dressed up in his jeans and colourful hoodie, yet Minkyun had his blouse hung solely around his elbows, and his trousers were just short of falling to his knees.
He wanted to be embarrassed about that but every time Changyun stroked his dick, his mind blanked fully. Minkyun could barely keep up with the intense kisses and wondered if he'd pass out soon. He knew he was close to that and was surprised his drunk mind had stayed conscious for so long.
The grip got a little firmer and Changyun broke their kiss to place his lips on Minkyun's neck, nibbling softly at the skin.
It was another reminder that he was the only one with this much bare skin and he tried to catch his breath to speak. “If…If you help me out of my blouse, I can return the favour,” he huffed.
“No chance,” Changyun murmured in a teasing voice, a sly glint in his eyes. “Nothing beats a tied-up top.”
Previously, Minkyun hadn't thought he'd ever agree to that, but there was something exciting about being restricted. He couldn't push any buttons or meet the seductive touches, he couldn't jump away or take control. He was simply forced to take whatever was done to him and the anticipation of that had his mind swimming.
But in one snap, the whirlwind stopped.
A loud thud fell against the door of this small storage room. It grasped Minkyun’s entire being; every single muscle stiffened and his fully opened eyes fixated on the exit.
“Idiot!” a voice yelled not even two steps away from them, standing on the opposite side of the thin slab of wood.
“Sorry!” another called back, just barely audible amidst the music.
“Why is there even a door here?”
Anxiety began to ring alarm bells but Minkyun couldn't worm his way out of his blouse, he couldn't even try. The loud bang had frozen his entire being and fright took hold of his muscles.
He was trapped and half naked in a space next to a large number of students. Most of the outgoing campus residents were at this party, and it was a little past midnight, Minkyun guessed, which meant it was the peak of any party. This was dumb, even his intoxicated mind could come to that conclusion.
There was a sudden call of a name Minkyun didn't catch and the voice next to the door yelled back, trailing off with a complaint.
The door didn’t open and Minkyun slowly let his gaze fall on Changyun, who just had an aloof smile and found this whole jumpscare funny rather than frightening. He let out an airy laugh and moved back against Minkyun’s lips, continuing into a kiss like nothing had happened. Still, Minkyun couldn’t let it go that easily.
“We really should get out of here…”
“That’s a shame,” Changyun pouted. “I was about to suggest I suck you off.” In what little space there was, he managed to get himself to the ground, on his knees, where he stared at Minkyun’s dick for a brief second.
Changyun sucked his lower lip past his teeth to give it a slight shine. Then his right hand wrapped back around the length and he moved his face just a little closer until his cheek pressed against the stiff skin. His eyes looked up, large and lustful. “Can’t I?”
Again, Minkyun had to catch his heart from tumbling down his ribs. Changyun looked dangerously adorable and Minkyun heard an internal scream echo, but he nicely folded that to put it into a corner and ignore. This was dumb, the risk of being caught was far too great, but he was absolutely not passing up this opportunity. He was no match for a drunk Changyun. He couldn’t believe this personality was hiding behind that clumsiness. Was it the alcohol, or was this just him in a sexual setting? It was hard to tell, but what Minkyun did know was that he was happy to have discovered it.
“Do whatever you want,” he uttered, barely getting his breath out. The moment he said that, that small yell in the back of his mind gained one last push and made him want to question this just a tiny bit. “Aren’t we way too drunk to be doing this, though?” There clearly wasn’t a rational thought going through their minds and it was obvious they should either leave it here for tonight or take this elsewhere.
“Probably, but we’re a bit late with that now, aren’t we?” Changyun flashed a wide, toothy grin. His words had a rounded edge but important message. “And sometimes you need to be drunk to have the courage to do something.”
Without waiting for an answer, he moved his head back a little, and swallowed all further conversation by putting Minkyun’s tip between his lips.
The moment he felt that heat, Minkyun wanted to grab Changyun’s hair and pull him closer. That small teasing smile needed to be around his dick, all the way to the base. But his arms were trapped, so all he could do was push his hips forward. And Changyun let him in easily. It was horribly animalistic but Minkyun couldn't stop his movements.
He hit the back of warm, soft throat with ease and Changyun pushed his tongue forward to make room. With a dick pushing his airways closed every other second, Changyun’s mewls were sporadic and choked off. Yet he sounded like he was enjoying this, his eyes unfocussed and a red blush quickly spreading over the bridge of his nose.
As best as he could, Changyun tried to meet the force and stay put. Minkyun tried to be gentler but couldn't control his body well anymore. His eyes were processing what was happening, but his mind couldn't influence his movements at all. It was an unruly mixture of drunkenness and desire.
This was surreal yet Minkyun stopped questioning it. He was chasing his high in Changyun’s mouth. And it was so close. He felt that last rush of adrenaline build up in the pit of his stomach. It just made him want to push in deeper, have his entire dick engulfed in that staggering feeling.
The choked-out noises, that were hopefully drowned out by the music, and the rosy look framed Changyun perfectly. Excessive spit put a shine to his lips and the small tears pricking in the corners of his eyes made them sparkle. His hands gripped into Minkyun's thighs, but they never tried to stop the harsh motions. It was a perfect painting not even Minkyun's fantasies had dared to come up with.
The soft cushioning of Changyun's tongue and cheeks was unmatched and rushed Minkyun to his orgasm. That ticking time bomb egging him on finally landed on zero and that was when Minkyun knew he'd pass out. His vision went completely black and there wasn't a single thought in his mind. Blood coursed through his entire body and the feeling pulsating in his dick had never taken this long to calm down.
Changyun just took it all, his eyes half hooded and spit walking lines to his chin. Minkyun gradually slowed his hips before giving Changyun the space to swallow everything down. The bright red sleeve of his hoodie got a wet stain as he wiped his face
His hands reached up to be helped off the ground and Minkyun just gave an apologetic smile. “Can’t help you there…” His arms moved left to right but the ache of having them behind his back for so long made trying to get out even harder.
Changyun took a full second to process that sentence before making his way up while finding support on the mop. He kept holding onto the handle, even when he was standing; his feet weren't stable and he quickly stumbled forward again, falling against Minkyun's chest and laying his head down with a low breath.
They really were too drunk for this. Minkyun couldn't believe it had all happened. He had definitely come to the party with the intention of getting lucky, but thought getting this lucky had just been wishful thinking. Chatting with Changyun, drinking until their tongues felt too big for their mouths, and then getting shoved in a closet to have the time of their lives.
Even in this post-nut clarity, Minkyun couldn't find any logic in this turn of events. What he did know was that he didn't want it to end yet, as that would leave Changyun rather lonely.
Minkyun found stability against the wall and lifted his thigh just enough to rub it against Changyun’s obvious erection. “And what will you do?” he cooed, hearing that those five words came out like they were one, his speech barely functional by now.
“Invite you over,” was the very quick answer. Changyun peeled himself back and looked up, begging for his suggestion to be accepted. Minkyun desperately wanted to, but he was a little done with the risk of being found out any second.
“What about your roommate?” he had to know.
“My suitemate is back at their parents’ for a while.” Changyun brushed his palms over Minkyun's sides, letting out a breathy groan as he liked what he was touching. “The rest are at this party and probably aren’t home yet.”
“Then, sure,” Minkyun smiled and wanted to bend down to pull his pants back up and was quickly reminded of another thing. “But can you please help me get dressed so I can walk out…”
“Why?” Changyun frowned, genuinely confused. “You don't need arms to walk.”
“There’s not a chance I’m walking into this party with my arms tied behind my back and my pants at my ankles.”
“Huh?” Changyun narrowed his eyes before turning his head to the door and only then remembering where they were. “Oh! Right, the party.” A dissatisfied roll of the eyes was the answer. “Fine, fine.”
Clumsily, Changyun pulled Minkyun's pants back up and pulled on the blouse to get it back to its proper place. But then came the question of opening the door. Even if they weren't half naked, they were still getting out of a nondescript tiny closet, probably flushed red and trying to avoid eye contact. To any sharp-eyed person, it would be obvious what had transpired. But there was no way to avoid this.
Taking a breath of courage, Minkyun pushed Changyun out first and quickly stepped after him.
Everyone was drunk. No one even looked at them. The sea of people moving back and forth from the living room was soon joined by another couple. He had truly been overthinking again, and that was never a good sign. Minkyun grabbed Changyun by the wrist and dragged him to the kitchen. Minkyun could’ve sworn his shoelaces were undone and that he was stepping on them every time, because not a single motion was going well.
Most bottles had been left out and were a little too warm to serve, but Minkyun didn’t care. He filled two shot glasses.
Changyun let out a laugh. “Need alcohol to sleep with me?”
“Absolutely not,” Minkyun answered instantly after wiping his mouth from the drink. “Just don’t want to start feeling sober yet.” And it was working. His body heated up again and it had his head heavier.
“Fair enough,” Changyun agreed and took the other small glass, throwing it behind his teeth in one go. “Sex is better when drunk.”
Minkyun debated if he should have one more or if that would bring him to the floor. The fact that he could debate that at all made him decide to grab the bottle again. His stomach had started protesting, but he got it down regardless. This was no time to suddenly feel ill, even if this was the most he had ever drunk in one night. Both his hands were firmly placed on the counter until his body knew where to place the newly acquired toxins. When he looked up again, Changyun was staring at him, a small curl to his lips. There were fantasies behind those hazy eyes and even though he was more clothed now, Minkyun felt fully exposed. A subtle nod to the door caused Changyun to turn around and Minkyun tried to follow quickly. But when he moved again and stumbled against another party-goer, it was clear that that last shot was a poor decision after all.
Before, he had found support from Seungjun pushing him or hanging onto Changyun. These were his first steps completely alone, and it showed. Keeping a straight line was impossible, but he had to get to the front door, he had to accompany Changyun home.
But that’s where his cohesive memory ended.
There was a flash of being caught by strong hands and hearing a velvet voice. He knew that was Changyun’s smile afterwards and he even managed an apology as an answer. The summer kept the nights warm and it just folded him into a blanket of bliss. The further they walked, the more the last two shots hit. And that counted for both of them. Minkyun couldn’t tell when, but his hands met the ground with a loud laugh once, and he knew he had taken Changyun with him.
But the full route was not saved to his memory and Minkyun felt like he had blinked once between exiting the house and entering an elevator. That tiny room shook and Minkyun grabbed onto Changyun to keep standing. The moment he did that he felt his lips meet the skin of Changyun’s neck. There was a moan right next to his ear but he was pushed off a few seconds later.
The hallway was bright, but luckily empty. Minkyun had been here before but failed to properly recognise everything and just followed the bright red colour into a kitchen and then a bedroom, where it was quickly taken off.
Then, without warning, Minkyun’s whole view did a 180 until he was staring at the ceiling. His hands spread over the bed he was laying on to bring himself back to earth, but his eyes needed longer to adjust. Before they could, they were forced to shut. A weight settled on him and he felt Changyun’s lips right after. Minkyun loved getting that sweet taste again, brushing their tongues together.
Having trained once now, Changyun got Minkyun’s pants opened easily and moved back to push them down.
Then there was a coo in Minkyun’s ears, it sounded like a question but he could only focus on the sweet breath tickling over the skin below his earlobe.
“Huh?” he asked eventually, as an answer was needed.
“Can I tie you up again?” had apparently been the request. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Minkyun had no idea what to think of it and just moved his arms up to see where it’d take him. And that was the best decision he could’ve made. A sparkle lit up in Changyun’s eyes and he fished something silver from a place next to his bed. Minkyun wasn’t quick enough to catch it and just let his head rest, staring at the wall next to him. There were pictures of Changyun with friends. Minkyun knew the memories were good, being involved with some of them, but couldn’t bring them back up, no matter how much he frowned and pondered.
A sudden hand against his dick got him back to the present and he wondered just how much he had missed. Changyun was fully undressed now and already sinking onto Minkyun’s dick. Having the tip inside made Changyun sit up and put both hands on Minkyun’s chest.
Every drag up and down had the pretty view almost fade to black. Minkyun tried his hardest to focus on everything being done to him but felt himself melt too much to keep a grasp on his consciousness.
Feeling Changyun around him twice in one night was more than he’d ever hoped for. It must be his drunk mind coming up with the perfect dream. But it felt too real, even if it was just in vague flashes. Every time he blinked, Changyun was falling apart a little more, looking redder and moaning louder. It got Minkyun to put his heels into the mattress and push his hips upwards
Changyun looked too good, and Minkyun wanted to touch him, so Minkyun pulled his arms down. He failed. There was a clink of metal, and a sharp pressure on his wrist. There was a full second of confusion before he remembered again. He was tied up. This was frustrating, and it made him want to meet Changyun’s movements harsher. The rhythm didn’t match; it was just a clumsy and desperate slapping of skin.
The movement was too much. His blood rushed and brought the alcohol to his brain quicker. His brain was thumping against his skull and his dick was pumping into Changyun.
And that was the last he managed to remember.
— — — —
Minkyun couldn’t pry his eyes open when he woke up. Everything was uncomfortable and it felt like he could peel off a layer of sweat and smoke from last night. His tongue felt entirely dry, scrubbing over his palate like sandpaper. His brain felt stuck to one side of his skull, but shaking his head just gave him a headache. He wanted to turn around again and sleep a little further but one movement of his whole body made him realise how weird he was feeling. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his pants were around his knees and there was something pushing into his wrist.
After another minute of soaking in this disgusting state, Minkyun finally pulled his eyelids open. The first order of business was getting his pants back up, because looking at the walls here, he wasn’t in his own room. Yesterday was brought back to his retinas while he buttoned his jeans. Changyun on his knees, Changyun on top of him. The rosy cheeks and breathy words. If he physically felt any better, he knew he would have to hide an erection.
Right as he thought that, the door opened and Changyun’s sunken eyes looked Minkyun’s way.
“Oh god, here.” A big plastic bucket was presented.
“I’m fine,” Minkyun shook his head. Honestly, he felt amazed that he managed to keep everything in his stomach. His hangovers were usually just incredibly dry more than anything else, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been any more violent this time around. He couldn’t recall the last time he blacked out like that.
“Really?” Changyun asked. He had changed into a lazy outfit consisting of jogging pants and a white shirt, but hadn’t showered quite yet. “I got you water, though.”
“Please.” Minkyun gladly accepted the tall glass he was offered. The moment he stretched out his right arm, he heard metal chime. Right, there had been something around his wrist he hadn’t inspected yet. But he didn’t need to look twice to see what it was. A shiny cuff dangled down and clinked against the glass in Minkyun’s hand. He was glad he hadn’t slept with his arms tied up, but had hoped they had done a better job yesterday at getting rid of it entirely. The moment the soft chime echoed through the room, Changyun pressed his lips together.
Minkyun felt his heart race against his ribs and knew there was a red flush over his nose. And Changyun just looked afraid and concerned, his eyebrows knitting together and his breath non-existent. Their eyes met and there was a beat of silence. The handcuff between them said the whole story, and both didn’t know if to laugh or cry.
But then there was one snort from Changyun, one he immediately slapped back in by putting his hand over his mouth. It was already too late. The bug caught Minkyun too and he let out one laugh before falling into a fit. This was ridiculous. After everything that happened yesterday, feeling this anxious was silly and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the nervous butterflies in his stomach. Changyun joined him almost immediately and it lifted the air in the room.
He fell onto the bed next to Minkyun, who had swung his legs over the edge.
“I really meant to just kiss you last night,” Changyun admitted, catching himself again.
Minkyun jingled the cuff. “Clearly didn’t achieve just that.”
“Give that back.”
A small switch released him and Minkyun finally managed to drink water properly. “You wanted to kiss me, though?”
As if Changyun only now understood the subject of their conversation, he suddenly turned shy again. “D-Did you think I really wanted to just give Seungjun a story?”
“I… No, I think.” Minkyun shrugged. “I don’t know, my head’s not that clear.”
“Well, I wanted to kiss you,” Changyun pulled a knee to his chest and turned his voice soft. “I knew you liked me, so—”
Minkyun had to interrupt. “You what? How?!”
“I’m sorry! I accidentally overheard Seungjun yesterday,” Changyun admitted, his eyes worried. “He was whining about how he wanted to get us together in some way and I just—... He didn't tell me on purpose.”
Of course it had to be via Seungjun, the one who could never stay quiet. And if he was talking to someone about it, Minkyun wondered just how many people knew. It wasn’t important anymore now, hopefully, but he still wanted to scold him out of principle.
“Don’t be too mad,” Changyun shushed quietly, seeing Minkyun’s frown deepening. “He means well.”
“I know, I know.”
Changyun leaned closer until their shoulders touched. “And besides, it gave me the courage to…confess. Or however you want to call what I did yesterday.”
The muttering and mumbling was a whole different picture than last night again. This was the Changyun that Minkyun had been familiar with. Nothing of that drunken confidence showed right now and it was an amusing difference. Both Changyun's were the truth, one just only showed up between the sheets.
Minkyun let out a laugh and stared at his wrist. “I wouldn’t call what you did a clear confession, more just a show of what one of your kinks is.”
“My what?!” Changyun's cheeks were set aflame and it made Minkyun want to push the teasing.
“You tied me up twice,” he grinned and began to quote “A tied-up top—” Quick hands trapped his mouth and Changyun looked mortified.
“O-Okay, sure, but… I don't…” He desperately sought an excuse, but in the end had to drop his head. “I have nothing to add.”
Minkyun couldn't hold in another laugh and slung an arm around Changyun's shoulders to pull his reddened face closer and give a kiss on his temple.
“Can I take this whole ordeal as you liking me back, though?” he wondered, maybe a bit more hopeful than he should be. But Changyun leaned against him, still horribly embarrassed but managing a nod.
Just getting that simple motion was enough for Minkyun to want to yell out his excitement. It had all happened in the wrong order but Minkyun didn't care. After so many years he had finally managed to reveal his feelings and even got them reciprocated. Still, the best discovery was this whole side of Changyun he had never expected. It made him curious just what else could be hiding behind that cute front.
“How about we hang out more today, then?” Minkyun offered.
After a deep breath, Changyun managed to get over his embarrassment. “I’m up for that, as long as it doesn’t involve quick movement,” he answered with a careful grin. “What were you thinking of?”
“I don’t know yet. Probably just watch something or go for a walk. I’ll think of it while I shower,” Minkyun suggested, because he didn't want to sit in this post-party grime any longer.
“I need to do that too,” Changyun agreed, pushing a hand into his hair and getting stuck halfway into the product.
“Perfect.” Minkyun hopped off the bed. “I’ll see you later then?”
Changyun followed him and paused. He looked up and seemed to have to properly gather his courage this time to bring himself to suggest a kiss, no alcohol to do it for him. He leaned closer and hoped Minkyun would pick up on it. It was almost tempting to play ignorant and tease the attempt a little, but Minkyun wanted to kiss just as badly and brought their lips together briefly.
And as the best reward, Changyun flashed a wide grin. “I’m looking forward to it. But now hurry out before my roommates wake up.”