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The campus always felt different at night.
Quieter, closer, like the world had narrowed itself down to a few glowing windows and the hum of vending machines in empty hallways.
Yunho’s dorm room was one of those windows. Third floor, corner unit, fairy lights strung sloppily along the wall because he’d been too impatient to measure them properly. Still, his dorm was cozy and welcoming. Music played low from his laptop, something mellow and bass-heavy, the kind that made the air feel thick even before anything else did.
He was halfway through highlighting the same sentence of his notes for the third time when there was a knock. Not polite or hesitant, three sharp raps that said open up, I know you’re in there.
Yunho didn’t bother asking who it was. He just grinned and called, “It’s open, idiot.”
The door swung wide and Mingi stepped in like he owned the place. Hoodie half-zipped hanging low on his broad shoulder, blond hair a mess from running his hands through it too many times. His backpack slid off one shoulder and dropped to the floor with a thud.
“Exams are stupid,” he announced.
Yunho leaned back in his chair, studying him. “You say that every semester.”
“And every semester I’m right.”
There was a restless energy about Mingi tonight. He paced once, twice, like the room wasn’t big enough to hold him. His jaw was tight, his eyes were sharp, but unfocused like he’d been staring at notes for hours and none of it had stuck.
Yunho recognized that look because he knew Mingi by heart. The tall boy was his very best friend since diapers, his partner in crime, attached at the hip to the point where people joked they came as a set. They borrowed each other’s clothes without asking. Fell asleep in the same bed during movie nights. Fought over dumb things like who finished the cereal and then didn’t talk for six whole dramatic minutes.
Close wasn’t even the right word for them.
They were just… Yunho and Mingi.
Yungi.
“Come here,” Yunho said, softer now. Mingi stopped pacing but didn’t move immediately so his best friend added, “You look like you’re about to either ace every exam or set the campus on fire.”
Mingi groaned, “I can’t think straight. Every time I close my eyes, I see formulas. They’re chasing me.”
Yunho snorted. “Tragic.”
“My head’s so loud I feel like my brain is gonna burst through my ears,”
Yunho tilted his head toward the desk drawer. “Then let’s make it quiet.”
Mingi’s eyes flicked to the drawer, then back to Yunho. A slow, knowing look. “You’re a bad influence.”
“You love it.”
A beat. Mingi huffed a laugh. They settled on the floor, backs against Yunho’s bed. The fairy lights cast warm shadows across Mingi’s face, softening the tension there. Yunho rolled with practiced ease, fingers steady, movements automatic. Mingi watched him the whole time, not the joint, not the paper, him.
“Stop staring,” Yunho muttered without looking up.
“Make me.”
Yunho just smirked.
The first inhale always hits Mingi hardest. His shoulders dropped almost immediately, the rigid line of his spine easing as he exhaled. Yunho watched the smoke curl from his lips, lazy and silver in the low light.
Mingi tipped his head back against the mattress, eyes fluttering shut for a second like he was letting himself sink.
“There,” Yunho murmured. “See? No more academic demons.”
“They’re still there,” Mingi said faintly. “They’re just… starting dancing now.”
Yunho laughed under his breath and took his turn, slower. The smoke burned warm and familiar in his chest, spreading out in soft waves. The music from his laptop bled into the silence between them, deep bass, steady rhythm, something that felt like it matched the pulse in his veins.
For a while, neither of them talked. They just passed it back and forth, knees bumping occasionally. The room grew hazier, softer at the edges. The fairy lights blurred into glowing halos. Outside, somewhere in the distance a door slammed and someone shouted down the hall, but it felt far away like it belonged to another world.
Because the two boys were in theirs now.
Mingi’s hand dropped loosely onto Yunho’s thigh, not unusual, they’d always been like this. Touchy without thinking about it, leaning, nudging, sprawling across each other during movie marathons. Physical closeness had never meant anything more than comfort.
Except tonight, Yunho felt it. The weight of Mingi’s palm, the warmth seeping through the thin cotton of his sweatpants, the slow drag of Mingi’s thumb, absentminded, back and forth.
“You good?” Yunho asked quietly.
Mingi hummed. “Better.”
His eyes were open now. Not unfocused anymore. Just heavy-lidded. Watching.
“Your room’s spinning,” Mingi added.
“That’s because you’re dramatic.”
“No,” Mingi said, voice low. “It’s because I’m looking at you.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, but his heart did something irritating in his chest. “You’re so corny.”
“Mm.” Mingi didn’t look away. “You’re really close.”
“We’re sitting next to each other, genius.”
“Closer than that.”
The air shifted but neither of them commented on it.
The joint burned down faster than expected. When it was nearly gone, Yunho held it between his fingers, studying the last glowing ember as Mingi reached for it at the same time.
Yunho was quicker.
He leaned back and took the final drag, long, deliberate.
“Mmh,” he hummed, letting the smoke sit in his lungs.
Mingi blinked at him.
“You did not—”
Yunho held the smoke in his lungs, smirking mischievously at his best friend's horrified face.
“You selfish piece of shit—” Mingi lunged forward without thinking, hands grabbing at Yunho’s hoodie. “That was mine!”
They toppled sideways onto the floor in a mess of limbs. Mingi tried to pin Yunho down, half playful, half genuinely offended.
“You always do this!” He complained, trying to pry Yunho’s hand from shoving him away. “You take the last hit every time you piece of sh—”
Before Mingi could finish, Yunho’s hand shot up and caught his jaw, not rough but firm.
Mingi froze.
Yunho’s fingers pressed against his cheeks, tilting his face closer. Close enough that Mingi could feel the warmth of his lips hovering over his, close enough that the playful energy shifted into something heavier. Mingi’s lips parted from the pressure of Yunho’s fingers against his cheeks then Yunho leaned in, lips ghosting the blonde’s and exhaled.
The smoke spilled directly into Mingi’s mouth, slow and controlled. For a second, one suspended, breathless second, he didn’t blink. The smoke curled between them, warm and hazy. He inhaled.
Yunho felt it.
Felt the exact moment Mingi drew the smoke into his lungs, felt the shift in the air, the way the playful edge drained out of the room and left something raw behind. Their noses brushed. Mingi’s fingers, still fisted in Yunho’s hoodie, tightened and the exhale came slower this time.
When the last of the smoke faded, they were still too close, still staring. Mingi’s pupils were blown wide, dark and endless. His chest rose and fell once. Twice. His hand slid from Yunho’s hoodie to the back of his neck without either of them acknowledging it.
“Asshole,” Mingi breathed.
Yunho’s thumb was still resting against his jaw. He hadn’t meant to keep holding him there. But now that he was… He didn’t want to let go.
“You were complaining,” Yunho murmured. “I shared.”
“That’s not sharing.”
A beat.
“That’s—”
He didn’t finish the sentence because Yunho’s thumb shifted, barely but enough. It dragged softly along Mingi’s lower lip where the smoke had just been and something snapped.
Mingi moved first or maybe they both did. Their lips crashed together, eyes shut at the same time. It was heat and teeth and breath and too much. Messy and hungry like they’d been holding it back longer than either of them realized, and there was no space left between them now.
Not on the floor. Not anywhere.
Mingi kissed like he wanted to burn himself into Yunho. Intense, overwhelming, all in. His hand at Yunho’s neck tightened just enough to make Yunho’s pulse jump under his fingers. Yunho kissed back just as hard. Back against the floor but hands gripping at Mingi’s waist, pulling him closer as if he wanted them to melt into each other.
Because if this line was being crossed, he wasn’t crossing it halfway. They’d always been physical, always been close, always been Yunho and Mingi, limbs tangled, hearts synced without trying.
The fairy lights blurred into gold streaks behind Mingi’s head. The music thumped low and steady, matching the pounding in Yunho’s chest. The room felt smaller and way much hotter.
Yunho’s knee slid up between Mingi's legs without thought, anchoring himself there. Mingi broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. Eyes wide, lips wet and swollen, the pressure of Yunho’s knee against his growing arousal feeling perfect, yet not enough.
For a second, he just stared down at his best friend. Chest heaving, heart slamming so hard it echoed in his ears. Then Yunho shifted again, deliberate this time and Mingi choked out something between a groan and curse under his breath.
His hips jerked forward instinctively into that pressure before he could stop himself. Yunho didn’t look innocent, not even close. His dark eyes were half-lidded now, glazed with want as they flicked up to Mingi’s face. A slow smirk curled at the corner of those still-kiss-swollen lips, the same smug expression that always meant I know exactly what I’m doing.
And damn it all… Yunho did know what he was doing because he knew Mingi by heart.
Before Mingi could process anything else, or maybe because of it, he surged back down and kissed him again. Desperate now, clumsy from how fast everything had spiralled out of control since they started sharing smoke on the floor like idiots…
No holding back any longer when every nerve ending screamed for more contact, more friction, more everything.
More Yunho.
He ground down against Yunho's thigh shamelessly while their mouths moved together messily, teeth clashing sometimes but neither caring enough to adjust because all either wanted right then was sensation.
"Ah-"
A broken moan tore free from deep within both their throats simultaneously when one particularly rough thrust sent white-hot pleasure shooting straight through the core…
Neither could wait much longer. Yunho straightened in a sitting position. His hoodie and shirt gone in the process, hands already pulling at the hem of Mingi’s own.
“Too much fucking clothes, I want to feel you,” Yunho muttered, barely a breath, but the honesty in his voice was brutal.
Mingi helped him. Hands flying to his own hoodie and yanking it off in one frantic motion. The fabric caught on his head for a split second before he shook it free, blond hair tousled even wilder now.
They crashed back together bare-chested, skin meeting skin in a way neither had experienced before, not like this. Not with Mingi straddling Yunho’s laps, not with hands sliding down warm backs or fingers brushing over defined abs and collarbones while mouths slanted desperately against each other again.
Yunho groaned into the kiss as Mingi’s bare chest pressed against his, all hot, smooth skin and hard muscle.
The sensation was electric.
His hands roamed greedily down Mingi’s back before gripping those perfect ass cheeks, squeezing hard and pulling him flush against his own growing erection trapped in sweatpants. Mingi whimpered at the contact, hips stuttering forward on instinct until their cocks rubbed together through thin fabric.
The noise he made? High-pitched, needy, and completely uncharacteristic of someone usually so composed. But right now? Right now there was no composure left in either of them…
Yunho’s grip tightened on Mingi’s ass as their cocks ground together through the fabric, two thick, hard lengths pressed tight against each other. The friction was maddening but not nearly enough.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, head falling against the blonde’s shoulder.
“Mingi,” He breathed against swollen lips, half plea, half warning. His sweatpants tented obscenely between them now just like Mingi's did. “Want you so bad Mingi,”
Mingi shuddered violently at Yunho’s words, raw, honest need that matched his own perfectly. He did not respond with words. Instead, he stepped back and in a swift movement, his sweatpants and briefs were gone. Yunho didn’t think twice, in a matter of seconds his own were off too and the blonde was back on his lap, kissing him fiercely.
Mingi’s hand wrapped around both of them together. Yunho gasped into the kiss as thick lengths slid against each other, hot and heavy in Mingi’s tight grip. No prepping or slow buildup. Just raw, desperate need between two best friends who’d somehow turned into this without warning.
Mingi stroked them slowly at first, palm slick with precum already dripping from both of them and Yunho arched his back with a broken groan.
“Fuck Mingi—”
His hips jerked up instinctively, chasing friction like he couldn’t stand another second without it. The slide of cocks rubbing side by side was obscene, the wet sounds filling the quiet room mixed only by their ragged breathing and music still humming softly in the background.
Then Mingi picked up speed. Harder strokes now. Faster pumps that made Yunho see stars behind his eyelids every time his cockhead caught under that calloused thumb on an upswing or dragged roughly along sensitive flesh on each downstroke…
“Goddamn,” Yunho panted beneath him, one hand tangled into Mingi’s hair, the other gripping blindly at whatever part of Mingi he could reach, hipbone? Thigh? It didn't matter.
Every nerve lit up like fireworks. Pleasure coiling tighter and tighter low inside him until even thinking felt impossible beyond basic instincts. Thrusting upward blindly to meet every stroke… Mouth hanging open, panting against the blonde’s neck… Body trembling closer to release…
And then suddenly Mingi shifted above him, knees spreading wider apart until there was space between where they were touching... Yunho barely had time to process what was happening before strong thighs caged either side of his waist instead... Followed immediately by something warm pressing insistently right against where he needed most...
Not skin-on-skin no–A damp heat teased over flared tip first as if testing, before slowly sinking downward inch-by-inch onto the waiting hardness below…
"Aah-!!"
Both cried out simultaneously when finally fully seated together, the pressure of Yunho’s length buried deep inside Mingi overwhelming for both of them.
For several seconds neither moved beyond shallow breaths through parted lips nor twitches deep within joined bodies adjusting naturally after such sudden penetration…
“H-holy shit Mingi—” Yunho gasped, almost choking as he tried to steady his breath. “You’re insane—we d-didn’t even prep you—”
Mingi didn't answer. He couldn’t. His whole body was burning, stretched, full, aching in the best way possible. Yunho’s cock buried deep inside him felt like a brand. Thick and heavy and so much, pressing against places Mingi had never even touched himself because he’d never thought about it before tonight.
About this. About Yunho fucking him into the floor of his dorm room while fairy lights painted them in gold.
It burned painfully. But it was Yunho so it was beyond perfect. And not enough to stop him from rolling his hips experimentally. Just a tiny shift at first, to see how it felt when he moved around that thick length splitting him open so perfectly…
“D-doesn’t matter—” Mingi breathed, voice ragged. “Needed y-you now—”
The end of his sentence was choked on a moan, head falling forward as pleasure sparked behind his eyes. The stretch was intense but already giving way to something hot beneath it all. The friction inside? Unreal. Tight heat clenching around every thick inch of Yunho without mercy because Mingi still wasn't used to this, not even close, but God did it feel good once past that first brutal stretch…
Yunho’s hands flew up instinctively, gripping the blonde’s hips hard enough to bruise… And then Mingi moved. A slow roll of his hips at first, just a shallow grind to adjust, but it was enough to make Yunho groan deep in his throat. The tight heat around him was almost unbearable, too much friction, too much pressure building instantly at the base of his spine.
Mingi bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as another wave crashed through him, the burn fading fast beneath overwhelming pleasure as he started lifting up slightly before sinking back down again until he was bouncing on Yunho’s cock like his life depended on it.
Each downward slide buried Yunho completely inside that slick heat until their pelvises slapped together audibly and Yunho couldn't do anything but take it.
Hands gripping those powerful thighs spread wide now while watching helplessly as blond hair swayed wildly above Mingi’s flushed face contorted between pleasure-pain ecstasy...
The sounds filling the room were filthy beyond belief: Wet slaps from bodies colliding repeatedly, obscene squelches whenever cock bottomed out inside, mingled moans escaping both their lips when friction hit just the right spot internally…
“F-fuck!” Mingi cried suddenly louder than before when one particularly brutal bounce landed exactly where needed.
His entire body seized mid-motion for a split second before collapsing forward instinctively, seeking support against the sweaty chest beneath while still grinding desperately upward chasing that same mind-blowing angle again and again…
Yunho took advantage immediately. One arm hooked around his waist to hold him, he helped Mingi move up and down again. Slower, deeper. The change in pace was devastating. Yunho took full control now, guiding Mingi’s movements with strong arms and deliberate thrusts upward. Deep, measured strokes that drove his cock even further inside than before. Each time he bottomed out, Mingi whimpered like it unravelled him completely.
No more wild bouncing. No reckless urgency. Just slow, punishing fucking.
“You feel so fucking good princess,” Yunho moaned against his neck where he placed open-mouthed kiss. “Like you we’re made for this—for me—”
Mingi couldn’t catch his breath. Every nerve lit up on fire and that deep angle hit something so perfectly inside him it made stars burst behind his eyelids every time Yunho pushed up into that spot relentlessly…
“Y-Yunho—!” His voice cracked mid-moan as another, more brutal thrust punched straight into his prostate again and again without mercy. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from how intense each sensation became.
The stretch was too much while pleasure coiled tighter low in his belly threatening to snap any second... His cock leaked untouched between them, dripping onto Yunho's stomach where their skin stuck together sweaty during each rise-fall motion above thighs trembling under effort…
And then suddenly—A broken sob tore from Mingi when another particularly hard snap upward sent white-hot ecstasy spiralling through the core all at once.
He came violently without warning, spurting thick ropes across both their torsos, untouched. Hips stuttering erratically atop his best friend-turned-lover who kept fucking ruthlessly through his climax despite the sensitivity of his body...
Yunho watched, mesmerized, as Mingi came apart above him. Face twisted in overwhelming pleasure, back arched like a bowstring, cock pulsing wildly between their sweat-slicked bodies without even being touched.
It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Mingi’s orgasm triggered something primal in Yunho. The sight of those thick ropes spraying across his chest while that tight heat clenched around his cock like a vice? He couldn’t last another second.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—” Yunho snarled through gritted teeth before slamming up hard one final time and burying himself to the hilt inside Mingi with a guttural groan.
His release ripped through him violently. Hot cum flooded deep into Mingi’s trembling body with pulsing jets that seemed endless. The sensation so intense it made stars explode behind his eyes now too as waves of pleasure crashed over every inch of consciousness...
The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the distant hum of Yunho’s laptop music.
Mingi slumped fully against his best friend’s chest, boneless and spent, still impaled on that softening cock. He could feel Yunho's cum leaking slowly out from where they were joined. But he didn’t have the energy to care about it. It felt too comfortable. Too… Right.
Yunho absently stroked Mingi's damp hair with one hand while the other traced lazy circles on his back.
They stayed like that, skin to skin, tangled together in the afterglow.
Yunho pressed lazy kisses along Mingi’s shoulder and neck, his lips brushing over sweat-damp skin with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with how roughly they’d just fucked. His fingers continued their slow petting through blond strands, soothing now and Mingi nuzzled weakly into Yunho’s collarbone without thinking about it. A sleepy instinct born from years of closeness suddenly magnified tenfold by what they’d just shared.
“Promise if I’m ever stressed about exams again I can come to you like that again…” Mingi muttered, voice hoarse from moaning so hard.
Yunho chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest where Mingi rested against him. His arms tightened around the taller boy in a warm embrace.
“You don’t even have to ask,” he murmured into Mingi’s hair. “Whenever you’re stressed, whenever you just want me. You come straight to me.”
He kissed his temple gently with no hesitation, no second thoughts. Because this? Whatever this was between them now? It felt inevitable somehow.
Like they'd always been meant to end up exactly like this: bare and breathless and completely inseparable in every way possible…
“You’re the best stress relief possible, Yunho.” Mingi chuckled softly.
Yunho laughed quietly back, the sound warm and fond. He tilted Mingi’s chin up gently with two fingers and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Nothing hungry or desperate like before, just sweet.
“And you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life,” he whispered against Mingi’s mouth with a smirk.
It was stupid, playful and honest too. But it felt right to joke like this after something so intense between them. Like they hadn’t just crossed every line imaginable five minutes ago.
Yunho kissed him again anyway because he could now. Because they were this now, something more than best friends who occasionally shared joints and stole each other's clothes... Mingi kissed back lazily, still drowsy from post-orgasm bliss but clearly happy about how things had turned out tonight…
Yeah, the best way to sway the stress away.