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Wonwoo does admit that it might be a little pathetic, the way his fingers are both frozen and sweaty, as he approaches the apartment. He curses quietly as the fingerprint lock refuses to cooperate on the first try; spends excruciating half a minute puffing warm breaths on his hands and wiping them on his wooly scarf.
Finally, the lock graciously decides that Wonwoo’s fingerprint is decent enough to welcome him into his own flat. It is still a little pathetic, the way he stumbles through the door; anxiously searches with his eyes for the sticker covered square luggage and breathes in relief when he finds it abandoned near the several pairs of haphazardly thrown off shoes.
“Hyung!” He briefly closes his eyes as the most familiar voice in the universe reaches his ears. “Welcome…”
He doesn’t really let Mingyu finish the greeting, as he basically throws himself on the approaching man. Wonwoo’s boots are still on, they’re in the corridor of their apartment, Mingyu is gasping in surprise… yes, Wonwoo is being pathetic.
He’s slightly tiptoeing and wrapping hands around Mingyu’s neck, and getting tangled in his red hood. He’s monetarily annoyed as he nudges Mingyu’s collar with his nose and the first thing he smells is road and car fumes. Underneath that, though, fainter than usual, is the scent of home; Mingyu’s (their mutual) cologne, hints of his body lotion, a little sweat, his body heat.
Mingyu chuckles into Wonwoo’s hair, and the sound makes Wonwoo’s body liquify in the other’s arms, now tightly wrapped around his waist.
“Missed you too, Wonwoo,” he says softly into his ear, kissing it through the curtain of Wonwoo’s outgrown bangs. “We have…” Once again, Wonwoo does not let Mingyu finish whatever he was about to say; he impatiently raises his head and lets his cold lips find Mingyu’s warm ones.
Contrary to Wonwoo’s imagination, their first kiss after so much time apart is not magical. They’re both dehydrated, their lips are very chapped; there are too many layers between them, with Wonwoo still dressed in a winter coat, his scarf wedged between their chests; and his big prescription glasses are clacking against Mingyu’s fake branded frames, pinpricks of pain shooting up his nose.
But it’s them, always figuring out their ways to each other. Mingyu takes seconds to pull away from the kiss, whining quietly. He’s tearing his own useless glasses off with one hand and pushing Wonwoo’s scarf away from around his neck with the other. Expensive plastic clatters to the floor, forgotten, one end of Wonwoo’s scarf gets untucked from in-between them, and then Mingyu eagerly bends down to kiss Wonwoo again.
The ever-resourceful boy, Mingyu licks Wonwoo’s lips, leaving a fat stripe of hot spit on sensitive chapped skin. The unexpectedly filthy move makes Wonwoo groan hoarsely, and it ignites Mingyu to push his tongue between Wonwoo’s lips. Arms around his waist tighten, pulling him even closer into Mingyu’s bulkier bigger body, radiating welcoming heat, and Wonwoo loses his footing, completely overwhelmed. Not expecting him to sag like a sack of touch-deprived potatoes, Mingyu whines into Wonwoo’s mouth again (also quite pathetically, in his biased opinion), and suddenly the corridor is wooshing past Wonwoo’s fogged up glasses.
He's gasping for breath because he’s being hauled against a nearby wall, sounds of jackets falling off the clothing rack dull in his ringing ears, as Wonwoo pulls Mingyu’s face closer with trembling fingers. They’re sharing frantic starved kisses, Mingyu suckling on his upper lip as Wonwoo bites on the other’s lower one. Their chins are burning because neither had the will for Sunday morning shaves, and they both are now paying with stubble burns.
Wonwoo distractedly thinks that he’s groaning embarrassingly loudly, by the deep echo in the corridor, when Mingyu briefly abandons his mouth for his neck, trailing hot kisses along his jawline. He’s unseeingly pawing at Wonwoo’s coat buttons, muscly thigh pushing between Wonwoo’s legs in permission to settle right under Wonwoo’s groin, layers of clothes ignored. Feeling floaty, Wonwoo breathlessly realizes that he’s in much more favourable position, only separated from Mingyu’s golden smooth skin by some flimsy cotton sweatpants and underwear. His hand worms its cold sweaty way under the fabric and slides over the prize – Mingyu’s burning hot tattoo, curling around his hip, so close to his…
Mingyu’s high-pitched moan and their heaved breaths as he shudders against trembling Wonwoo in their passionate body lock are suddenly interrupted by an awkward cough. “Uhm, hey, Mingyu, do you have any snacks?” Someone, who sounds suspiciously like Jeon Jungkook, a nice family friend, loudly asks from somewhere further down the corridor.
Breathing like two stallions on a prairie, they both still immediately, clutching onto each other.
So, there are other people in Wonwoo’s house. There were several pairs of shoes at the door.
It’s a no-brainer even for Wonwoo’s muddled mind that Jungkook aint just looking for any snacks; he’s the good Samaritan sent to prevent the owners of the house from committing public indecency in front of witnesses (plural), as a mumbled conversation is clearly heard from their kitchen.
But this is not their first rodeo. Being nearly caught red-handed used to be a pretty common occurrence during the times of active comebacks and variety filming, when their hormones raged, and satisfying their need for each other seemed at times more important than past years of hard work and reputation. Overall, judging by how they’re still successful active idols, minor inconvenience of enlistment aside, and their spark, not lost, but burning even brighter, Wonwoo doesn’t think he’s ever done anything wrong.
And if he’s accidently traumatized a few people by making out with his own husband in his own house, well, sue him.
“By the way, hi, Wonwoo hyung,” Jungkook says, with barely contained laughter in his voice, making sure that he’s heard.
“Hello, Jungkook,” Wonwoo snorts into the zipper of Mingyu’s hoodie, voice muffled.
“Kook, can you give us a minute, please,” softly, but pointedly Mingyu throws over his shoulder to Jungkook. His first instinct is to bury Wonwoo deeper into his embrace, hiding his no doubt dishevelled state away from the other man. Unfortunately, definitely contrary to the public’s wish to contain the two of them, this move from Mingyu, filled with so much quiet slightly possessive care, makes Wonwoo’s heart flutter and his lust spike. He wriggles in the other’s arms, hands squeezing, smirking at Mingyu’s small scandalized-nun gasp. “Hyung, we actually have guests over,” and now Mingyu’s pouting, and it is absolutely impossible for Wonwoo to be normal about this big emotional man.
“It is your fault, you should have told me,” he whispers in retaliation, pushing them both away from the wall and reluctantly pulling his hands away from Mingyu and any of his incriminating spots (every part of Mingyu’s body is incriminating, really). “I did not expect this betrayal, first you go to a concert, then bringing people over to our house after two weeks of not seeing each other. Frankly, Min, I am appalled and am contemplating a divorce this very instant,” Wonwoo says matter-of-factly, finally noticing how uncomfortably hot he’s gotten in his cocoon of winter gear.
He's throwing the stray tail of his scarf off his shoulders and unbuttoning his coat, when Mingyu, still pouting, gets on his knees without any prompt and starts unlacing Wonwoo's winter boots. “I sent you a text, you just didn’t read it. Jumped on me like a mad man. I was ambushed in the safety of my own home! So cruel to your roommate, as always,” mumbling under his breath, Mingyu gently pushes Wonwoo to step out of his shoes, touching his socked toes as soon as they hit the floor. “You didn’t get cold, did you?” He earnestly looks up at Wonwoo from his kneeling position; big shiny eyes full of concern, hair around his face floppy and soft, lips - cherry red from their brief make-out session, and sensitive chin – slightly pink thanks to Wonwoo’s prickly stubble.
And Wonwoo actually feels his ears and cheeks blush, has to bend down and kiss Mingyu again, overwhelmed with the feelings of love and being loved, realizing just how much he’s missed the other’s presence by his side.
“Woah, they’re filming their own kdrama right here,” Kwon Soonyoung suddenly says from the side, through a mouthful of food. He proceeds to take a picture of them with the flash and shutter sound on, successfully killing the romantic mood. “You don’t even need to pay anyone to do an OST, you already have one… Hello again, Wonungie, long time no see,” Soonyoung smiles with his gums as they look up, takes another flashed picture which blinds them both, and happily sends the fresh photos to the group chat with their members.
Wonwoo adjusts his glasses, tries to blink away the white spots from his vision and notices the magically turned up bag of potato chips in the man’s hands. Didn’t they have trouble finding snacks just 2 minutes ago… “Hello, Soonyoung, I have truly missed you since our seeing each other just this morning, at the gym.”
“Irony is so inappropriate here, I have been away at the military for months! And this is the treatment that I get once I’m back on my vacation,” he fake sobs, shaking his head, still munching on his food.
“Didn’t you tell me that you want to spend some quality alone time, while away from the army?” Wonwoo asks him pointedly. “It is my first time seeing a person’s alone time include a concert, and then going out with friends? In my apartment, at that,” he adds, as an afterthought.
“Are they decent?” Before Soonyoung can answer, a third voice pipes up from the kitchen. Ironically, their senior, Jung Hoseok doesn’t wait for a response, immediately poking his head from behind the corner. “Bummer, they are… Hello, Jeon Wonwoo, we will be rummaging through your fridge, thanks in advance,” he waves his hand and disappears back into the kitchen, missing Wonwoo’s very surprised respectful bow.
“Okay, uhm, now that’s unexpected… Wait, whose concert did you go to tonight… Mingyu, don’t tell me Gdragon is also here,” without a hint of joke in his voice, panicked Wonwoo turns to Mingyu who’s busily tidying the corridor and stacking back up the jackets they’ve knocked over in their hasty lusty pickle.
His attractive ass has the audacity to belly laugh at Wonwoo’s question, as Soonyoung helpfully quips, “I can call sunbae over if you want me to, I have his number on speed dial.”
“I’m pretty sure he has DK, Seungkwan and you blocked,” Mingyu smirks as Soonyoung chokes on a potato chip, scandalized by such a rude suggestion.
***
Just sometime later, in the middle of anecdotes about military and life, Wonwoo’s alarm clock notification slices through the comfort of the evening. The default alarm sound makes everyone at the table jump, so cruel to remind Wonwoo that it is another Sunday evening. Tomorrow is another Monday morning which means waking up early, commuting to his governmental office job, doing said governmental job... Trying not to forget what it used to be like – not sitting at a desk for 8 hours every weekday. Dancing, and singing, and being on stage, and performing for the audiences all over the world. Travelling, laughing and enjoying time with his group members, kissing and groping Mingyu in the storage rooms…
However, before Wonwoo can feel himself spiral, Mingyu reaches over and pokes at the phone, easily swiping the offensive alarm notification away. Feeling strangely vulnerable, Wonwoo looks up and stares at Mingyu’s profile, as the other doesn’t meet his gaze directly, but slides his warm fingers in between Wonwoo’s in a reassuring handhold under the table.
“Boys, unfortunately, it’s bedtime,” Mingyu says like he would to a bunch of kids, announcing that their little impromptu party is over. Suddenly Hoseok is checking the time and gasping in surprise, while Jungkook and Soonyoung are arguing over who will be crashing on their blue sofa. It is a battle of titans Wonwoo isn’t too interested to witness, with Soonyoung pulling the actual groupmate and Hyung card, while Jungkook insisting on being their actual Sunbae.
Wonwoo continues to look at Mingyu’s face, features so handsome and relaxed under the familiar light of their kitchen lamp.
A moment later, Wonwoo is pulling on the other's hand to catch his attention, so that Mingyu finally turns with a small questioning smile. Wonwoo catches his eye, mischievously continues to pull Mingyu into his personal space to make his handsome boy bend down some more. They share an affectionate slippery kiss that tastes like chips and soda, just because they can, witnesses be damned (this is a safe space).
Thankfully, Wonwoo can freely kiss and grope Mingyu whenever he wants even now. And that’s what matters.
(He just has to make sure his social butterfly of a boyfriend is locked in their apartment until his next flight to Japan, so no more people can interrupt the kissing and groping procedures. Maybe handcuffed to a bed. Maybe naked.)