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“I mean, I know Hongjoong-hyung said he didn’t have much time to talk to his older self, but I wish he’d thought to ask a few more questions. I mean. Are we in a different world? The future? San-ie said he thinks it’s a different dimension, but how can it really be a new dimension when the Cromer is a fucking hourglass ? And hyung said his older self knew so much about us. That screams time travel, don’t you think? It’s a shame those robot guys took it from us, huh? We’ll have to experiment with it once we get it back. Maybe it has to do with timelines. You know, like in the superhero movies! Turn left and one universe is created; turn right and there’s another. I don’t know, though. That would be messy. You think we’d notice if there were different dimensions, right?”
“Mingi-yah. I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Yunho says from below, “And I really, really want to hear all of your thoughts about this, but I’m trying to suck your dick right now. So, can we just... pause this?”
Mingi’s eyes roll from the industrial ceiling to where Yunho kneels between his legs. They’re cramped in one of the small bedrooms under Strictland’s junkyard, a hidden hostel for runaway Sense Offenders and Black Pirates. Left Eye, the craggly keeper of the junkyard, ushered them down here after they arrived, muttering to himself incoherently. There was a silent agreement among the four of them that Yunho and Mingi should share one room, one bed. So, while Hongjoong and Wooyoung slunk off to one end of the cave-like hallway, Mingi lunged for Yunho and dragged him behind closed doors.
He’d wanted to focus, to ravish Yunho and show him the skills he’d accumulated in their six years apart, but they’re in the future , and freshly so. How is Mingi supposed to shut off his wonderings when their reality is so strange and terrifying?
Yunho frowns up at him, Mingi’s dick still hard in his large, lovely hand.
“Fuck. How did you get even prettier?” Mingi blurts.
Yunho scoffs, though his ears flare bright red. “Don’t try to sweet talk your way out of this. You really haven’t changed, have you? Your expressions are still the same. I can tell when your mind is wandering. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” Mingi winces at Yunho’s answering glare. “Okay, fine. It’s just... I can’t believe we’re here, you know? In the future or wherever we are. We haven’t even had much of a chance to talk about it before everything went to shit. I don’t even know what you’ve done since we lost touch.”
“College,” Yunho says. He seems to give up on dick sucking for now and drops his cheek against Mingi’s bare thigh with a sigh. Mingi’s cock flops uselessly onto his stomach, still hard despite the shift in conversation. “I couldn’t really stomach doing music without the rest of you, so I just... I don’t know. I decided to study history. It was my brother’s favorite subject in school, and it was pretty interesting. I was thinking of going for my Master’s until...”
“Until you felt the call,” Mingi finishes for him. “What did it feel like for you?”
Yunho hums. “I don’t know. Like a song? Or maybe a voice. I’ve been living with my parents again while I figure out what to do. My brother’s room is still there, still the same after all this time. I was going to go back into the studio, and I felt... I thought I heard someone call for me. It sounded like my hyung, and then it sounded like Hongjoong. I tried to ignore it. I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve heard people I miss. That’s just how brains and hearts work sometimes. But then I heard it again and it sounded like you.”
Mingi should be mortified by the way Yunho’s sudden eye contact makes his dick twitch. But he meant what he said. Yunho has gotten prettier over the past six years. When Mingi last saw him, they were all still in high school, youth clinging to them in their bodies and expressions. Their split as a friend group may have looked amicable on the surface, but Mingi was a mess of nerves and fear underneath it all. His grandmother was dying, his family was poor, and Mingi couldn’t stomach another day of unproductive boyhood, even if he enjoyed every moment he spent with his friends.
Yeosang’s father was a godsend for Mingi, an external excuse to leave his friends behind. They met one last time before the end, hollow-eyed and wary of each other. By then, there weren’t many words to be said. Yeosang apologized for his father and soon left for a violin lesson. San was moving and Wooyoung had found a job. Mingi was in the middle of a job search himself, and though Wooyoung promised to send along any leads, Mingi knew he wouldn’t. Hongjoong and Seonghwa spoke soft little words of condolence like the leaders of a funeral. They all knew their days of youth and dreams were over. Only Jongho cried, wiping his eyes and quieting his sobs. Mingi’s biggest regret was not comforting him. Jongho was so young then, so delicate. Even now that he’s older, Mingi has caught that same sadness in Jongho’s eyes and his heart aches because, even after six years of imagining what he’d do differently, Mingi can’t fix it. He can’t undo the hurt he’d done for Jongho, and he can’t force his younger self to reach out to Yunho.
Through their last meeting, Yunho stood stoically on the sidelines, alone and silent. He couldn’t take his eyes off Hongjoong. Mingi thought he should have been jealous of that, but he knew Yunho thought of Hongjoong as another older brother. He must have felt like he was losing a hyung all over again, and Mingi couldn’t begrudge him that.
Yunho looks just as serious now, but refined. His edges are still soft, inviting Mingi’s touch, but it’s as if he’s more in focus. Mingi reaches out to trace the line of Yunho’s jaw with his fingers, reveling in the sharp breath Yunho takes at the touch. His eyes are the same, large and earnest and intent. His hand twitches where it rests on Mingi’s thigh, fingers curling under themselves before they splay out to lightly grasp Mingi’s flesh.
Mingi has changed, too. The last few years of varying manual labor and the last push of puberty left Mingi bulky and tall. He was self conscious of it for a while, how much space he took up in a room, but eventually he adapted to it, adopted it. He was poor, yes, and he could be awkward and loose-lipped, but after his first few visits to clubs, he realized he was also, somehow, attractive. He wielded that knowledge like a weapon, extracting attention from customers for better tips and charming strangers when the loneliness in the depths of his soul became too much to bear and the only answer was another warm body or two in his bed.
But nothing, nothing , comes close to the thrill of being with Yunho again. It's so overwhelming that Mingi feels himself spiraling. His mind hops between internal dialogue and the awe striking image of Yunho, naked and on his knees for Mingi of all people. As if Mingi is someone worth kneeling for, someone worth anything other than dead-end, low paying jobs and a slow, quiet death under the heel of capitalism and filial obligation.
“What about you?” Yunho whispers. “What was the call like for you?”
Mingi licks his lips, hot under Yunho’s heated attention. In the time Mingi lost himself to his thoughts, Yunho had shifted. He’s still resting against Mingi’s thigh, but he’s slipped lower, closer to Mingi’s knee, and his hand has edged up to the crest of Mingi’s hip and his thigh. His touch is so, so close, and his eyes have darkened with unbridled desire.
This – Mingi and Yunho and touch and skin – isn’t new. They’d been instantly drawn together when they were younger. Wooyoung brought Mingi to what he called his hideout and Mingi met Yunho and that was it. They were attached at the hip and then by their lips and then in the most intimate ways possible. Mingi used to think he’d tie his soul to Yunho’s if he could. A bond that could never be broken, not by time or space or life. They split up anyway. Yunho left the warehouse on that last day without speaking to Mingi once. Heartbroken, Mingi dragged himself to school the next day and mouthed off to one of the rich kids who usually gave him a hard time just for the thrill of a fight.
The next six years were full of work in the day and the odd overnight shift, dinner with his family, and late night fucks with anyone Mingi could pull at the club. It was never the same. He’d uttered Yunho’s name in the ears of a few of his lays, the ones he knew he’d never see again. And now, reunited in some kind of future or new dimension – How can it be a new dimension when everything is still so familiar ? – he and Yunho are attached again, reunited, reconnected, renewed.
They haven’t talked about it, what it means, and Mingi kind of hopes they never do. He’s an overthinker, always has been, but whatever he has with Yunho is easy, thoughtless. Mingi loves it.
“Mingi-yah,” Yunho says, his voice graveling over the syllables of Mingi’s name. “I asked you a question.”
Mingi’s dick twitches again and he groans. Yunho’s grin turns malicious. His hand slides over Mingi’s hip and wraps around the base of his cock. Yunho’s skin is so pretty, so light in contrast to the dusky pink of Mingi’s dick. His hand is larger enough to wrap fully around Mingi’s girth with some room to spare. Mingi isn’t too large, but he’s not small either. The thought that his size is almost negligible under Yunho’s touch makes Mingi’s heart run wild.
“I... I was at work. I’m– I– A convenience store. I work at one,” Mingi stutters. He’s rewarded for his barely formed sentences by Yunho’s hand pumping his dick, just once. It’s enough for precome to start leaking from his tip. Yunho, watching Mingi’s dick with playful attention, chuckles and pumps him once more. Mingi whimpers.
“Keep going. Tell me what happened,” Yunho says. When Mingi doesn’t immediately speak, he returns his eyes, unimpressed and firey, to Mingi’s. “Be good for me, Mingi-yah.”
“I was at the store,” Mingi says desperately. Yunho nods, encouraging him on, and tightens his hand over Mingi’s dick. “I... I only started working there a few weeks ago, actually. Our rent got raised again and I had to take on some extra work. My boss sucks, but who cares right? He was getting onto me about... Fuck, I don’t even remember what anymore. Oh, fuck.”
Mingi’s voice pitches into a whine as Yunho takes the flat of his tongue and licks and long, slow stripe up the underside of Mingi’s dick. Yunho’s eyes sparkle, zeroed in on Mingi as if he’s cataloging every minute twitch of his expression. Mingi pants as Yunho nears his dick head, but he stops short, kissing the pinker skin there and raising his eyebrows expectantly.
“I was just... taking it. I needed the job and it’s been so hard to pick up anything else lately. But then I felt... the Cromer. It was like when I was dancing and making music with all of you again, like my life was worth something. Like I had a reason to live, you know? And I let him have it. I really did. I yelled back at him and I almost fucking punched him, but I had to get out of there. I just ran and then I was at the hideout and the rest of you were there– Fuck .”
The slick, tight heat of Yunho’s mouth surrounds Mingi’s dick, punching a high pitched whine from Mingi’s abdomen. Yunho grins around Mingi’s cock and then sucks hard, air slurping past the corners of his lips as he lowers himself down, down, down. Mingi watches Yunho take him all the way to the back of his throat with an open mouth. Yunho’s throat and tongue twitch around Mingi for a few moments, adjusting, and Mingi is too shocked to move. He yelps as Yunho begins bobbing his head at a furious speed. Yunho’s eyebrows furrow cutely and his eyelids flutter shut, his expression fully absorbed in sucking Mingi’s cock.
“Fuck. How are you so– ? Shit. Shit .” Mingi throws his head back with a loud moan. He’d forgotten Yunho has two working hands. The first is still wrapped around the bottom of Mingi’s cock, keeping it steady for Yunho’s onslaught, but the other slides under Mingi’s balls, which Yunho squeezes and releases methodically.
On his next slide down, one of Yunho’s fingers slips further past Mingi’s balls and presses experimentally on his taint.
Mingi’s hips thrust up against his will and he yelps at the sudden burst of pleasure. His vision goes white. Only Yunho’s punishing squeeze at the base of his cock keeps Mingi from coming. Mingi’s arms, which have been holding him up until now, give out and Mingi drops onto the bed, drenched with sweat and want.
Yunho pulls off of Mingi’s cock with what Mingi thinks is an overdramatic slurp, but he’s not complaining. The sound twinges in Mingi’s gut, renewing the simmering lust there.
“Can’t have you finishing too soon, baby,” Yunho says. He appears slowly at the edge of Mingi’s vision as he rises to his feet. He climbs atop Mingi’s prone body, beautifully naked and burning with need. Mingi can see it in Yunho’s eyes, deep brown and so familiar. “You still have to fuck me.”
“I’m in love with you,” Mingi blurts. Yunho chuckles, leaning down to slot his lips against Mingi’s.
The kiss is filthy, a wet slide of mouth and tongue. Yunho devours Mingi, and Mingi is too happy to let it happen. He’s pliant under Yunho, mind hazy and languid. They could be making out for a few minutes or hours or days. All Mingi knows is he instantly misses Yunho’s lips when he breaks their kiss.
Yunho looms over Mingi, licking his reddened bottom lip like a lion after a meal.
“Look at you. You’re the pretty one, Mingi-yah. I bet you could be a model, hm? Would you like that? Countless people waiting on you like a little princess?”
Mingi gasps, hips jerking. Yunho drops his head against Mingi’s sternum with a groan.
“You’re so easy, Mingi. Fuck. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Please,” Mingi says dumbly. He’s not too surprised to feel his eyes tearing up, not when he’s so desperate for Yunho and his attention and his praise. “Yunho. Hyung. Please. Please. Please.”
“Hyung?” Yunho raises himself up, sitting back against his heels. At this angle, his long, pretty cock stands centimeters above Mingi’s. Mingi stares at it, the blush pick of Yunho’s cock head and the way it tilts slightly to the left. He isn’t sure if he wants to jerk against it or have it shoved deep inside himself.
“Is that what you want, Mingi-yah? Want to be hyung’s princess?” Yunho asks.
Mingi tries to buck his hips again only to be stopped by Yunho’s weight.
“Please.” It’s a non-answer, but Mingi is beyond many words now.
“What do you want, baby?” Yunho’s voice is husky, effortlessly attractive. He takes Mingi’s hands from his sides and lifts them over his head, pressing his wrists down onto the mattress in silent command. When he releases them, Mingi keeps his arms there. Yunho hums, pleased. “Tell hyung what his little princess wants.”
“You...” Mingi swallows, fighting against the dryness of his throat. When he speaks again, it’s less broken. “You said wanted me to fuck you.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Yunho tilts his head, staring at Mingi for a few moments. He seems to decide on something and begins to lift himself off of Mingi’s body. Mingi whines with the loss, his hands shooting out to grab Yunho and keep him close. Mingi flinches when Yunho tsks his disapproval and he returns his arms to their former positions over his head. Yunho watches him for a few moments before nodding his approval and moving to stand. His dick bounces in the air as he lingers at the edge of the bed, examining Mingi.
“Be good for me, princess. Hyung has to get himself ready to take you.” With that, he walks out of Mingi’s view.
Yunho is silent as he moves around the room, only the slide of his feet against the floor and occasional bump of objects announcing his movement. He holds a small vial in his hands when he returns to Mingi’s field of vision. Mingi moans as Yunho climbs atop Mingi again, his thighs straining to hold himself above Mingi’s hips.
He’s beautiful. His torso is a long, long line of taunt, porcelain skin over lean muscle. He keeps his eyes on Mingi, even as he opens the vial and pours what must be lube – futuristic lube , Mingi’s mind supplies unhelpfully – over his fingers. Yunho’s bicep and forearm muscles tighten and bulge when he moves his arm behind his back and begins to open himself up. Mingi finds himself matching Yunho’s expressions, widening his eyes and holding his mouth in an open but soundless “o.”
Yunho sighs, working himself and perhaps adding an extra finger or two. Mingi’s hands flex over his head. He wants to touch, to be inside Yunho already, but Yunho’s gaze, despite the slight sheen of pleasure that falls over his eyes, is stern. Mingi is not to move. Mingi has never been one for total obedience, but under Yunho’s command, Mingi thinks he’d do anything.
Finally, Yunho finishes his prep. He brings his hand back to his front and uses the excess lube to pump his cock a few times. Mingi licks his lips, watching Yunho’s tip appear and disappear in the grip of his own hand. Next time , he thinks, I’ll get that inside me.
“Eyes on me, princess,” Yunho says warmly. Mingi’s gaze snaps up. He flinches as Yunho dumps the last of the cold lube over his sensitive, needy cock, but he doesn’t make a sound. “There you go. Watch me. Only hyung, okay?”
Mingi nods, unsurprised at the tears that spill out of the corners of his eyes as Yunho finally lowers himself onto Mingi’s dick.
The pace is slow and Yunho’s hole is tight. Yunho holds Mingi’s eyes for as long as he can, but as he gets close to bottoming out, he throws his head back, exposing the elegant expanse of his neck, and groans. Mingi has to curl his hands into fists and dig his nails into his palm to keep from reaching out.
Yunho stays still for a few, long moments, breathing through his nose as his body adjusts to the new intrusion. Mingi lays there, silently crying through his lust and desperation. He sobs when Yunho suddenly clenches around him and Yunho’s head jerks down, eyes filled with frightful hunger.
“Such a pretty princess, Mingi-yah. Your cock feels so good inside me.” Yunho’s voice is velvet smooth, laced with the most delicious poison. Mingi could come this second, overwhelmed and loved, but that’s not what Yunho wants. And he may be calling Mingi a princess, but Mingi is the one who’s here to serve. He’ll only come when he’s told to. The smile Yunho wears as he barely lifts himself up Mingi’s cock and slams himself back down assures Mingi that Yunho knows how much control he holds over Mingi’s body. Yunho seems to revel in it.
“Stay still for me, baby.” Yunho carefully leans back, supporting himself on Mingi’s knees, still held perpendicular to the floor where his feet rest, and slowly slips his calves out from under himself. It takes him a moment to fully adjust himself and ensure his balance, but at the end, Yunho is perfectly pressed back and splayed out for Mingi’s viewing as he bounces on his cock.
Moans and whines slip out of Mingi’s mouth at the sight. Yunho’s cock and balls dance to the beat of Yunho fucking himself onto Mingi and taking his own pleasure. Mingi is stuck, pinned by Yunho’s weight and his command to remain still. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even care that Yunho shows no consideration for Mingi’s pleasure. If anything, that makes the experience even better. Sweat slowly begins to gather between the well built curve of Yunho’s pectorals and at the base of his neck. Yunho is a work of art, every move a testament of grace and precision. His small, staccato moans begin to fill the air, the perfect harmony to Mingi’s own groaning.
“Mingi. Mingi.” Yunho moans. “Fuck me, princess. Come on.”
It is all the invitation Mingi needs.
He surges forward, slipping out of Yunho and catching his back to keep him from falling. With an athleticism he rarely has to use, Mingi manages to maneuver Yunho off his cock and twists their positions. Yunho flops on his side and crawls further up the mattress, pressing his hips back where Mingi is waiting.
Mingi groans, slipping his hands up the curve of Yunho’s ass. He holds each cheek, digging his fingers into the supple flesh and pulling them apart to reveal Yunho’s fluttering hole. Yunho groans, pushing back against Mingi’s touch. He’s raised himself up on his elbows and throws a red faced look over his shoulder at Mingi.
“Fuck me,” he says.
Mingi does. He dives for Yunho, digging his knees into the bed for stability and plunging deep into Yunho’s waiting body. They both moan as they’re reconnected, but Mingi is too lost in pleasure to linger. He fucks Yunho hard and fast, subtly shifting his angle until he hits the spot that makes Yunho’s body go bowstring tight. Yunho yells, slamming his hips to meet Mingi’s thrusts in earnest. Mingi finds a new handhold on the thick, masculine curve of Yunho’s waist and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, grunting with the effort of each of his thrusts.
“There. There. Don’t stop,” Yunho pants. “Don’t stop, princess. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
“Hyung,” Mingi whimpers.
“That’s right. I’m your hyung. Fuck hyung just like that. Just a little more.” Yunho’s hole spasms around Mingi’s cock, a dangerous and tempting trap made just to undo Mingi. The room fills with the slap of skin on skin and the slick squelch of lube and Mingi and Yunho’s desperate panting. Yunho cries out with Mingi’s next thrust, his shoulders dropping onto the bed. His whole body jerks with each of Mingi’s thrusts, loose and lost to his own pleasure. Mingi’s eyes burn on the blemishless expanse of Yunho’s back, the hint of drool that spills out of the corner of Yunho’s lips.
“That’s it,” Yunho moans, slightly muffled by the sheets. “Fuck. You’re so good for me, princess. Come now. Come with hyung.”
Mingi whimpers and moans, fucking a few more times into Yunho’s tightening hole. Yunho shoves his face against the bed, masking most of his scream as he comes brilliantly on Mingi’s cock. He clenches like a vice around Mingi's dick, as if his body is trying to keep him in, and Mingi is nothing if not compliant for Yunho. He fills Yunho’s ass with his release, emitting a grunted groan that bounces off the walls of the tiny room.
The aftermath is fuzzy for Mingi. Yunho is the first to move, carefully untangling his hands from where they were tightened into the bedsheets. He’s gentle when he slides off Mingi’s cock and his hands are waiting to catch the deadweight of Mingi’s body. He gathers Mingi delicately and positions him on his back. Using the dry spots of the ruined sheets, Yunho rudimentarily cleans them both of come and lube. Once satisfied, he lays himself along the length of Mingi’s spent body and pulls him into a languid kiss. Mingi responds mindlessly, sliding his tongue over Yunho’s as a point of habit more than anything intentional. Yunho hums into the kiss, like a satiated puppy.
“I love you,” Mingi says against his lips. He feels Yunho smile against him.
“I love you, too.” Yunho pulls away only to kiss Mingi’s cheeks and over his closed eyelids. “You were so good for hyung, princess.”
“Thanks,” Mingi slurs. Yunho’s answering chuckle accompanies Mingi as he falls into a soft doze.
He snorts awake an untold time later with a sharp, insistent knocking at their door. Yunho groans next to Mingi, rubbing his nose into Mingi’s shoulder drowsily.
“I’m not even gonna open this fucking door with how nasty the two of you sounded earlier, but get the fuck up. Yeosang-ie and the others are back, and Left Eye wants to talk to us. Get up!” Wooyoung knocks a few more times for good measure and leaves with a quick patter as he presumably runs to meet the others somewhere in the junkyard.
Yunho peels himself away from Mingi with an annoyed grunt. “He’s alarmingly effective at waking people up in the most annoying way possible.”
“He’s just mad he hasn’t been able to fuck San or Yeosang yet.” Mingi quips. Yunho snorts and pecks Mingi’s cheek.
“Come on. We shouldn’t keep the others waiting.”
They’re slow to pull their clothes back on from where they’d discarded them previously. Mingi hunts for his second sock for a while before he finds it under the bed.
“Do you think they found the Grimes girl’s voice?” He asks when they’re done.
Yunho shrugs. “I hope so. It’s the least we can do since she helped us find Left Eye.”
“We still need to get the Cromer back,” Mingi says. Yunho smiles at him and takes his hand.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get it.”
“And then what?”
Yunho thinks about this for a while, then flashes Mingi a wide, bright grin. “Then we’ll go home and I’ll take you on a real date. Something better than fucking in the middle of an apocalypse. How does that sound, princess?”
For a moment, Mingi is a young boy again, still in high school and insecure about his poverty. Back then, he couldn’t understand what Yunho saw in him. He still can’t, not really, but he knows now that Yunho wouldn’t lie about his feelings. Despite all he’s lost, Yunho is still able to smile as bright as a star. Mingi takes a second to tuck this moment away in his heart, storing the memory like a quiet treasure.
“That sounds great, hyung. But please don’t let the others hear you call me that. They’ll never shut up about it.”
Yunho throws the door open with a bellowing laugh and pulls them out of the room. No matter what this future throws at them, Mingi knows he’ll be fine as long as Yunho is with him. Where he goes, Mingi will follow, and he knows without a doubt that their friends will be right beside them. They won’t separate again, not if Mingi can help it.