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A slow and peaceful night found Minseok and Hyunjoon-hyung lying on the floor, scrolling through their phones as they waited for dinner to arrive for the team’s planned movie night.
Their jungler and ADC had gone out to a nearby convenience store to pick up drinks and snacks. Sanghyeok-hyung had taken a rain check, mysteriously disappearing earlier for a personal meeting, most likely with Wangho-hyung.
Minseok browsed through YouTube before he settled on rewatching the Lane Talk video featuring the ADCs that were uploaded a couple of years ago.
It was funny to see how downtrodden the ADCs were. His Minhyung however was bold and cheeky as usual, the perfect guest for a variety show. Could he even call Minhyung his when they were no longer a couple? He wondered to himself.
He decided that he could, and he would. After everything they went through together, their bond was eternal. Minhyung would always be his, just like how a part of him would always belong to Minhyung.
Truth be told, he missed Minhyung. It's been quite some time since they last contacted each other. Their interactions were now limited to chance encounters during solo queue or quick fist bumps after a match.
Minseok scrolled through the comments section, but one in particular caught his eye, especially when he realised it's addressed to him.
“Keria, I hope you know how lucky you are that you have a big, strong, handsome ADC!”
Minseok scoffed, that person was clearly drooling over Minhyung.
Somehow it annoyed Minseok knowing that other people were aware of how attractive Minhyung is. While he was drafting a reply to give that random person on the internet a piece of his mind, he felt a nudge against his ribs.
Hyunjoon-hyung grinned at him. “Don't tell me you're jealous just because someone has the hots for your ex-boyfriend.”
“Hyung, what are you saying… it's nothing like that!” Minseok blushed, having been caught by the toplaner.
Among everyone featured in the interview, Minhyung was the most handsome. Not that he's biased or anything, it's just facts. So it's no surprise that Minhyung has a lot of fans. Maybe he’s being too harsh…
Minseok was still debating whether or not to post that reply when he heard the familiar chime of the digital door lock, announcing Hyunjun and Suhwan’s return.
“Perfect timing! We ran into the food delivery guy at the building entrance just as we were about to head up,” Hyunjun said excitedly, swinging the plastic bags slightly to show them off.
Hyunjoon-hyung rushed forward to help relieve Hyunjun and Suhwan of the takeouts and party snacks.
“I got you your favourite drink, Minseokie-hyung,” his maknae announced as Minseok checked out the items they brought back.
“Aww… Suhwanie. That's so sweet of you to remember, thanks!”
Soon after, the T1 players were busy digging into their meals, bickering over which show to watch while Minseok's phone lay forgotten on the floor.
A few days later…
It was during the LCK Cup where HLE won their group-stage match, and headed into a fan meeting while T1 had the second match of the day.
Minseok was in a good mood. His team had won with clean fights and a full sweep, no circus act this time around, thank god.
Just as he was spacing out while waiting for his teammates to finish the last of their interviews, he's greeted by a voice he would recognise anywhere.
“Hi Minseokie, how are you doing?” Minhyung asked with a grin. “Congrats on your win earlier, you played well.”
“Thank you, Minhyungie...” Minseok replied, suddenly feeling flustered. He hadn't expected to run into Minhyung despite their schedules aligning that night. “I watched your match too, it was really good. Your Guvarus killed it.” He added with a wistful smile.
Minseok noted how nicely styled Minhyung’s hair was. He didn't want to sound delusional, but he'd noticed a pattern. Minhyung always seemed to make the effort to style his hair whenever they were scheduled to play on the same day or against each other.
Minhyung chuckled, “Were you rooting for me or were you cheering for the team in your group to win?” he teased.
Minseok rolled his eyes and decided to be honest because Minhyung would see through him anyway. “Both.”
Minhyung let out a beautiful laugh, he was about to say something when someone from HLE called his name. Realizing his team was waiting, Minhyung knew he had to go.
“Listen… Do you want to drop by sometime?” Minhyung asked. “We can talk more, and I can show you my new place. I'm still getting used to it, but it's comfortable and I like it,” He smiled softly.
“Hmm… I guess I could come by when we're both free…” Minseok didn't want to seem too eager, even though he was curious about Minhyung’s new home.
It felt weird that he could no longer just wander into Minhyung’s room whenever he felt like it. Now he didn't even know what this new room looked like.
“Great! I'm actually heading back there since I'm done for the day. Do you want to come with me?”
Minseok’s mouth fell open. He hadn't expected it to be so soon. Especially knowing that this will be their first time together alone, near a bed, after such a long while…
“Uh… sure I guess…” Minseok replied. It's impossible for him to say no when Minhyung was looking at him with such obvious hope in his adorable eyes.
Minhyung smiled at his answer and immediately pulled out his phone to book a ride for them.
Minhyung asked Minseok to wait for a bit while he went to inform his team about the change of plans. While Minhyung was occupied, he decided to send a quick text to Hyunjun, just in case his own team started wondering where he had disappeared to.
“You do realise that Minhyungie’s new teammates are going to think you're there to get dicked down, right?” Hyunjun replied, complete with a cheeky emoticon.
“What the hell is wrong with you honestly!?” There were times where Minseok genuinely felt like strangling him, and this was definitely one of them.
“I'm just visiting to say hi, that’s if I even run into them. If not, no one will know. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Whatever, just make sure to bring some condoms with you”, Oner replied, followed by a winking emoji.
He’s so annoying, Minseok thought as he locked his phone, already having enough of Hyunjun’s unwanted comments.
Plus, it's been a long time since he last used a condom while having sex with Minhyung. They were each other's first, and after some time once they were officially a couple, they decided to forgo it altogether. Not that it's anyone's business to know, Hyunjun least of all.
Minseok’s heart started beating a little faster, his hands were getting slightly sweaty, whether from nerves or anticipation, he wasn't sure.
He wasn't a coward, he can do this! But before he could psych himself up any further, Minhyung was already reaching for his hand and pulling him toward their ride.
They greeted the driver briefly before settling into a comfortable silence as the car drove away. It took Minseok a few seconds to realize that Minhyung was still holding his hand.
Minhyung must have noticed at the same time, because he began to loosen his grip, ready to let go and apologize to Minseok.
Without thinking, Minseok immediately intertwined their fingers and held on tightly. He glanced at Minhyung, silently asking if this was okay. The way Minhyung stared deep into his eyes after recovering from the initial shock gave him the answer he needed.
Minseok rarely initiated physical contact when other people were around. It wasn't out of fear of being found out, it's just something that he'd never been comfortable with.
He preferred to show his affection toward Minhyung in private instead. He honestly didn't know what had come over him to make him so bold.
Minhyung leaned in and softly whispered into his ear, “You have no idea how much I missed you…” before slowly pulling back, his eyes not breaking contact. Minseok had forgotten how sexy Minhyung could be when he was like this.
“It's the same for me too…” he whispered back, biting his lip. He noticed Minhyung's gaze drop to his mouth and swallowed hard.
The tension broke when the driver cleared his throat loudly and announced that they had arrived. Minseok thanked him in a rush before quickly getting out of the car.
The sudden blast of cold winter air helped to somewhat clear his mind of whatever the hell had just happened inside the car.
Minhyung joined him on the sidewalk after paying the driver. This time, he deliberately reached for Minseok's hand again, a questioning look in his eyes. Minseok nodded firmly, silently letting him know it was alright.
The weather was cold but the atmosphere was so lovely that they ended up taking a leisurely walk through a park near Minhyung’s new residential area. Enjoying each other’s company as they chatted about everything that had happened during the months they spent apart.
Minseok felt his heart swell with a newfound hope as the seconds ticked by. Their conversation gradually faded as they arrived at the building that housed Minhyung’s new home..
Minseok hoped they wouldn't run into anyone, but alas, his luck finally ran out. Minhyung's new teammates were gathered in the common area they had to pass through on the way to Minhyung's room.
Wooje and Hwanjung were playing Overcooked 2 on PS5 while Jinhyeok-hyung sat in a nearby chair watching them, occasionally cheering and throwing in advice. Zeka stood behind the counter, sipping from a takeout cup as he scrolled through his phone.
One by one, everyone began to notice Minseok’s presence and stopped whatever they're doing. Minseok quickly bowed in their direction.
“Hello, I'm here to visit Minhyungie's place. Please excuse me.”
He was met with warm greetings from everyone except Zeka, who merely stared at Minseok before looking at Minhyung with knitted brows.
Minseok started feeling awkward, unable to think of anything else to say. Thankfully Minhyung gently pulled him toward his room.
After calmly shutting the door behind them, Minghyung turned to him and said, “Welcome to my room. Feel free to make yourself at home,” he said softly, with a beautiful smile on his face.
The space was larger than what Minseok had expected, he liked how spacious and neat it was. The room was sparsely decorated, and he was already thinking of a few choice plushies he'd be happy to spare to help brighten up the place.
He couldn't help getting distracted by the huge bed near the balcony. His sharp eyes immediately noticed a tube of lubricant lying on Minhyung's bedside table, thankfully with no condoms. Poor Minhyungie, he must have spent many lonely nights on his own…
Minhyung followed his gaze and shyly joked, “I received an upgrade for the bed too…” before walking over to sit on it. He felt the shift in atmosphere and decided to bite the bullet. He joined Minhyung at the foot of the bed. It was comfortable.
Minhyung cupped his face and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek. His hands skimmed Minhyung’s broad shoulders as he leaned in for a real kiss. He missed this intimacy they used to have. He couldn't believe it's been ages since their last one.
Minhyung began leaving light kisses along his neck, and Minseok felt as if he was floating. A warm, pleasant sensation slowly engulfing him. That was up until something caught his eye.
He tried to ignore it, focusing on Minhyung’s loving touch. But his gaze kept returning to that spot on the floor, nearly hidden from view if not for the angle he's at.
A sense of unease settled over him. A silent warning flashing through his mind, like an enemy waiting just out of vision, poised for ambush.
“Minhyungie… What's that lying in the corner?” he asked quietly, still perturbed.
“Hmm?” Minhyung replied distractedly.
It's unusual to see a clothing item thrown carelessly like that since Minhyung was the kind of person who usually kept things tidy and in their designated place. Unless something else requiring his immediate attention took precedence.
“That white shirt,” He had seen it before. “It doesn't belong to you.” He knew this for a fact, recognizing the tiny fox design from a picture PT-nim had uploaded last night after the legendary trio’s workout session.
Minhyung finally looked in the direction Minseok was staring daggers at, “Oh, that's Geonwoo's.”
If it was anyone else, he would have given Minhyung the benefit of the doubt and let it drop. However, hearing that name spoken so casually made him pause.
“Okay, but why is his shirt here then?”
Minhyung sighed. “Well, he hangs out in my room sometimes-”
“Without his fucking shirt on?” He interrupted, irritation clear in his voice. He could feel his anger rising by the minute.
Minhyung seemed to sense it too, maybe that's why he decided to come clean. “We're in a casual relationship, it's nothing serious.”
He couldn't believe his ears, how dare Minhyung be so chill about this. A wave of repulsion hit him upon the realization that Minhyung and that guy had been fucking raw on the very bed he's currently sitting on.
He shoved Minhyung’s chest, albeit too forcefully, quickly gathered his things, and made a beeline for the door. Before he could reach it, Minhyung caught his hand and pulled him back.
“What’s wrong? You're scaring me,” Minhyung asked, eyes filled with trepidation.
“What is wrong? How dare you even ask me that!?” He spat out. “You've been fucking other people behind my back and you act like it's all fine. You're unbelievable, truly” Minseok huffed and yanked his hand violently away from Minhyung’s grasp.
Minhyung was stunned by his outburst. “Why are you saying it like I'm cheating on you? First of all, we broke up. You asked for us to break up,” he sighed before continuing, “Something about how it would be hard to continue dating if we're on different teams.”
“Also, it's not as if I'm sleeping with multiple people, it's just him,” he felt disappointed that Minseok was basically accusing him of being a serial cheater.
“Just him? Like that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Minseok's voice rose higher and higher. “Don't pretend like you don't know he's wanted you for years. Even back when we were still together,” he added, looking at Minhyung with disgust.
Minhyung’s mouth fell open. No… He had no idea. Before he could dwell further on the revelation, Minseok stormed out and slammed the door so hard the frame shook. He didn't even have time to catch up.
Minseok was so pissed that he forgot his manners. He realized this too late when he noticed four pairs of eyes on him, each reflecting different kinds of emotion.
“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Wooje asked in a worried voice. Before he could formulate an answer, he sensed Minhyung standing behind him. He’s had enough, he just wanted this to be over.
“We are done, for real now. Goodbye,” He declared with a flat voice. As he turned toward the main door, he couldn't resist one last look at Zeka.
He didn't know what he expected, but Zeka didn't look shocked, worried or curious like the rest were. Instead, he studied Minseok with sharp, knowing eyes, his mouth set in clear distaste.
Whatever, Minseok returned Zeka’s stare with open loathing before turning and leaving HLE living quarters.
Minhyung was still standing in the middle of the hallway, trying to process everything that had happened. His teammates slowly made their way toward him one by one, patting his shoulder and offering quiet goodbyes, all except for one.
He heard Geonwoo's soft footsteps approaching him. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, a familiar feeling whenever he's in Geonwoo's vicinity. It started happening from the first time they officially met, a common occurrence he'd made peace with ever since.
“....My shirt?” Geonwoo asked softly.
“Yeah…” Minhyung slowly lifted his face to meet those pretty eyes, filled with adoration and a hint of concern.
“I told you I should’ve looked for it this morning,” Geonwoo said with one raised eyebrow.
“I know…” He replied defeatedly before making his way to the kitchen for some water, Geonwoo following him closely from behind. He spotted a half-full iced Americano resting on the counter and took a sip. Is gooood.
“That's mine,” Geonwoo pointed out, watching Minhyung finish off his drink.
“I know, I saw you drinking from it earlier,” Minhyung replied, slurping the straw noisily. Geonwoo hummed. He can't explain it, but he liked seeing Minhyung consume anything he had first.
Minhyung threw away the empty container and grabbed a fresh bottle of water, chugging it so fast it felt like he was drowning himself.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, gripping at the roots with a small shake, wondering how such a lovely evening could turn so ugly.
A snort made him whip his head and found Geonwoo watching him with obvious fondness.“Your hair is all fucked up now,” Geonwoo teased.
He stared at him, unimpressed by the unhelpful comment during this trying time.
“Whatever. You know I don't care what your hair looks like, you'll always be my adorable Kkyungkkyung,” Geonwoo added, a quiet laugh slipping out.
“I told you to stop calling me that! What if someone hears it. Or worse, you say it in front of the camera like last time?” He chastised, even as warmth bloomed low in his stomach and crept up his neck. The pet name never failed to turn him on, like a damn Pavlovian response.
“But you are my sweet, little puppy…” Geonwoo's voice dipped low, causing Minhyung's chest to tighten and he could feel himself blushing furiously.
“Geonwoo-ssi, can you stop playing around, please? I'm in the middle of a breakdown right now,” Minhyung said, looking anything but like it.
Somehow, even the worst, soul-crushing things always seemed more bearable whenever he's with Geonwoo.
“Okay, I'll stop,” Geonwoo relented with a soft laugh. “Although you’ve gotta admit, it’s kinda funny that my shirt cockblocked you tonight.” he added with a playful snicker.
Minhyung rolled his eyes, failing to suppress a small smile from forming, “I guess.”
“That's what you get from being so greedy by the way,” Geonwoo teased, licking his lips as his his eyes dropped low. His gaze lingering on Minhyung’s smooth, plush lips thanks to his habit of applying lip balm, always ready for Geonwoo’s stolen kisses.
Minhyung could feel the tension crackling in the air. He needed to stop this before it went any further, or they might not get the chance to communicate properly.
Taking a deep breath, he looked straight into Geonwoo's eyes, “I guess a part of me wanted to see if things could go back to the way they were before.”
Geonwoo nodded slowly, deep in thought, his eyes tracing Minhyung’s every movement.
“Although now I realize maybe it's better to leave things in the past where they belong, especially when I'm already happy with what I have now... with you,” Minhyung continued, making his way back to the tall man.
Geonwoo cleared his throat, “I know that when we first talked about doing this, we agreed on keeping things fun, casual… less business-y,” he added with a tiny smile.
“But when I saw you walking in with him... and going to your room… it hurt.” Minhyung felt his heart drop upon hearing Geonwoo’s honest confession. "The only reason why I haven't completely lost my mind, and can still keep it together, is because you're here with me."
“Geonwoo-ya… I'm really sorry, I was being selfish and didn't think about how you must have felt.”
Geonwoo quickly shook his head, “No, it's not your fault. You already said from the beginning that you're not ready for anything serious after going through something so painful.”
He took a deep breath before continuing, “My feelings for you are real, they have always been real. I just didn't want to burden you with them. I thought staying as friends would be enough...”
“I guess what I'm saying is… I don't think I can continue with the way things are now if you don't feel the same way about me-”
His words were cut off by Minhyung’s sudden kiss.
“I like you, I really like you.” Minhyung said, his hands gripping Geonwoo's broad shoulders. “I've been an idiot, hurting everyone around me by not being honest with myself about what I want”
“I want this. I want us.” He continued with fire in his eyes. “I don't want to dwell on the past anymore or worry about how things might, or might not work out in the future. This time, I'm fully going in and giving it my all. If you're okay with that”
Geonwoo felt a smile spread across his face, his chest blooming with happiness upon hearing Minhyung's sincere words.
“I'd like that very much,” Geonwoo carefully placed his hand on the nape of Minhyung's neck, and leaned in. Minhyung eagerly met him, lips parting before he licked them softly, silently seeking permission to go deeper. Their tongues brushed, and a shiver ran through him.
“Ahh-h… I didn't know you had a crush on me all this while before I joined the team.” Minhyung confessed, gently running his hand through Geonwoo's soft hair while the other left small, insistent love bites along his neck.
“I mean, I guess I kinda knew from you mentioning me in interviews, but I didn't know it was that big,” He continued as Geonwoo busied himself marking his lover up.
He had asked him to stop covering him with hickeys back when they first got together. He used to feel awkward when people noticed the bruises on his neck thanks to Geonwoo's intense affections. His request was ignored, just like so many other things Geonwoo liked to do to him when he's past caring about the consequences.
Geonwoo paused mid-suckle to reply, “Oh yeah, it's big alright,” he teased with a devilish grin. With a groan, Minhyung tightened his grip in Geonwoo's hair to guide him back to his neck.
It didn't take long for things to turn heated. Geonwoo slipped his hands beneath Minhyung’s shirt, desperate to seek more contact of his tanned skin. He steered them towards the nearest wall, effectively trapping Minhyung with no chance of escape.
He began grinding firmly with insistent pressure against Minhyung, who gasped with pleasure at the erotic sensation. Minhyung's legs naturally spread open, welcoming more of the intense friction rapidly building his arousal. He felt drunk with Geonwoo's love and attention.
He needed more, preferably somewhere private where they wouldn't be interrupted. Especially since it's happened a few times before in the past to everyone’s embarrassment.
Minhyung gently broke the kiss and breathily whispered, “Let's go to my room…” Geonwoo swallowed hard and rested his forehead on Minhyung's before stealing another kiss. “Okay.”
They intertwined their hands as they walked to his room. Geonwoo cheekily asked, “How many men have you said this to tonight, huh?” playfully bumping into his ADC’s shoulder.
“....I hate you,” He replied begrudgingly. Geonwoo laughed, clearly enjoying himself despite everything that had happened.
After they entered the room, Geonwoo locked the door with a resounding click, an act he's done countless times before. He then walked determinedly toward Minhyung, like a predator stalking its prey, and kissed him like his life depended on it.
Minhyung tugged at Geonwoo's shirt with a needy whine. Geonwoo broke the kiss and gripped the back of his collar, pulling the shirt over his head to reveal a broad chest and smooth skin that made Minhyung's heart race even faster. He flung the white shirt aside without caring where it landed before leaning in to kiss him again. Minhyung decided he'd deal with it in the morning.