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It seriously nags Minseok how often he had to endure stress-related headaches… really, it was crazy how being a part of an eSports team - especially one like T1 - adds unnecessary stress to his life. On the other hand some of his happiest moments had taken place surrounded by his teammates and of course he considered himself extremely lucky to be living this life. Well, ever since Wooje had swapped teams with his new Top Laner Hyeonjoon, Minseok sometimes caught himself daydreaming about the possibility of exchanging the red and black for the same colors that Wooje now wears.
Obviously it wasn't merely just because of Wooje.
"Dohyeon?" Minseok's head peeks curiously into the practically desolate green room, except for the HLE AD Carry sitting on the couch with his phone in hand. Truthfully Minseok had really hoped that he would get the chance to have Dohyeon all to himself for a moment, but he hadn't really believed that it would happen.
“Minseok-ah?” Dohyeon has this slightly amused expression on his face; an expression that tells Minseok that him showing up here must come across as extremely needy. And as much as Minseok hates to admit it, Dohyeon is absolutely right. Still, for a moment his pride is swallowed up by his overwhelming desire to be held and comforted by his favorite person in the entire world, so Minseok hurries to straddle Dohyeon’s lap and put his arms around his neck, drawing a small chuckle from the older one.
“Miss me?” Dohyeon’s cooing was laced with amusement and Minseok pouted in response, refusing to make eye contact just as Dohyeon’s hands find their way onto Minseok’s waist - his phone forgotten beside him - securing the younger man in place, knowing fully well that Minseok wouldn't get up even if he called Geonwoo to use all of his strength to remove him. When Minseok doesn't answer but instead just keeps looking at the armrest of the couch with a pink tint across his cheeks, Dohyeon uses his grip on Minseok’s waist to unexpectedly pull him closer, causing the other to make a tiny startled noise.
Their eyes met again.
“You know I won’t do anything unless you tell me what you want, right?”
Minseok bites his lip as hundreds - no, thousands - of thoughts race through his mind.
Was it really worth embarrassing himself by indirectly agreeing with Dohyeon's comment and asking for kisses and cuddles? Or maybe he can just take what he wants without saying anything...
Like a hungry dog impatiently waiting for food, Minseok leans forward rather quickly - mostly because he hopes that Dohyeon didn't have time to react - and tries to steal a kiss…
Dohyeon with the precise reaction time of an AD Carry dodges the Support all too effortlessly by simply turning his head to the side. He didn’t even need to see Minseok’s face to know as soon as his lips meet with Dohyeon’s cheek instead of his mouth that a bright pink blush spreads across the younger man's face. One of the hands Minseok had put around Dohyeon’s neck moves down to grab his jacket. He tugs at the fabric just as they look at each other again and Dohyeon laughs self-satisfied, incredibly amused by Minseok’s body language.
"Minseok," Dohyeon spoke softly, his voice tickling the younger's curiosity. "Tell me what you want."
“I… want you.”
Dohyeon's cheeks flush a little when he hears those words come out Minseok's mouth.
“Okay, puppy, come here.”
If Minseok had a tail he would've absolutely wagged it back and forth. His eyes light up with excitement followed closely by his pouty lips changing into a big grin.
With his greedy fingers clamped tightly around the fabric of Dohyeon's jacket, he pulls his boyfriend even closer and finally satisfies his need by kissing him.
A bit of pressure from Dohyeon's fingers pushing into his waist tells Minseok that Dohyeon is secretly just as needy as he is. It makes Minseok smile into their kiss at the same time as his hands seemingly gain a mind of their own. One of them start to play with Dohyeon's soft hair, the other finds its place where Dohyeon's jaw meets his neck.
He wants more, so much more, and he inches even closer on his lap, so that there is not a single gap left between their bodies. Minseok lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan into their kiss when his boyfriend suddenly pushes him back-first into the couch, hovering over him with one of his hands next to each side of Minseok's face.
"Hyung-" attempts Minseok, only to be silenced by another kiss. He automatically rewards Dohyeon with a satisfied moan. At the same time as Minseok wraps his arms around Dohyeon's neck, the older one lifts his knee just to press it with gentle pressure against Minseok's crotch. Momentarily Minseok breaks the kiss for a short, surprised exhale of air, only for his mouth to be claimed yet again.
The way Dohyeon’s knee presses against him made Minseok want to rub himself against it until he was sore with his boxers completely soaked. He would look at Dohyeon with his mouth slightly agape, pushing out little moans and whimpers, while the older would just have that smug expression on his face. The one he had on whenever he made Minseok beg for something he wanted, just like Minseok would have had begged to rub himself against his knee.
But Minseok’s vivid fantasies come to a halt when he hears the sound of the door being pushed open followed by some chattering. Dohyeon separates their lips almost instantly and pushes himself up by his arms, his eyes dart to the intruders with panic painted on his face. Minseok quickly follows his gaze and to his horror makes eye contact with Wooje, who stands next to Geonwoo. The second youngest of HLE has an expression on his face that Minseok could only describe as torn between surprised and trying to resist the urge to laugh.
“Ah, sorry, I forgot my phone.” Wooje apologizes with a quick bow of the head, hurrying towards the desks on the right to snatch his phone and quickly walks back to Geonwoo. All the while the older of the duo had not broken eye contact with Dohyeon even once.
Minseok obviously also notices the stare Dohyeon shot at Geonwoo, like an older brother staring his younger brother down, so he would not tell their mom about a broken vase. But the younger brother seems all too excited to describe the scene in front of him to anyone willing to listen. Geonwoo has this mischievous smile on his face and goes: “Ah, don't be late, Dohyeon-hyung~”
Dohyeon can not form a response in his head quickly enough before the ZeZe duo make their escape out of the room. Surely on their way to tell Wangho and Hwanjoong about what they had just stumbled upon. All of them loved to gang up on Dohyeon and make fun of him, it was their favorite group activity. Their ADC never took it personally though, because they know each other so well by now, and it’s clear the teasing is meant very lighthearted.
Struck by the awkwardness of the situation Minseok chews on his lower lip, a habit that the Support has subconsciously picked up from Dohyeon. With a heavy sigh, Dohyeon looks at his boyfriend under him, Minseok returns the eye contact with a more or less apologetic look but Dohyeon promptly sweeps that feeling away with a warm smile and gently threading his slim fingers through Minseok's soft hair, that have been growing out quite nicely ever since his first devastating haircut.
“Alright, jagiya, time to get back to work.” Dohyeon sighs, however he makes sure to emphasize the nickname with plenty of affection.
The smaller one visibly sulks at that. “Right…”
“Just glance across the stage if you miss me~”
Minseok scoffs. “Winner buys dinner?”
“Deal.”