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the doorbell rang as mingi was finishing tidying up the living room. "come in!!" he yelled, hoping he was loud enough for yunho to hear him through the door. thankfully, the door opened a second later, revealing his best friend who was greeting him with his signature grin.
mingi and yunho were very close. they had known each other for almost a decade now, and were not planning on growing apart any time soon. mingi loooved all his friends, but yunho had a special place in his heart. not that he would ever tell him that though.
the two of them had established a routine years ago of hanging out every friday night. by then, it became a tradition, and they agreed to only reschedule if they really had no other choice.
what they did on those nights varied between watching a movie, going to a restaurant, or even staying in to play video games.
tonight was one of those cozy nights where they ordered take out and tried to destroy each other at mario kart.
mingi won the first round so he got the privilege of choosing what they'd order to eat. he settled on pizza, one of his favorite foods.
“while we wait, im gonna go smoke a bit, wanna come with?” mingi asked yunho, expecting a negative answer, as usual.
“sure, why not,” yunho responded with a shrug.
the younger was stunned, not expecting this response coming from his best friend who he thought he knew like the back of his hand.
“u-uhh okay yeah, uhm follow me.” mingi said as he grabbed a joint and a lighter from his stash.
this was very out of character for yunho since he’s always hated the smell of weed. whenever mingi or any of their friends smoked, yunho would always take a few steps back, barely trying to hide his disgust.
the two friends stepped out onto the balcony, the summer air greeting them into the night. it was getting chillier with fall approaching everyday. yunho followed as mingi got comfortable in one of the outdoor chairs he bought a couple years ago for moments like these.
yunho looked up, head resting against the chair. the stars were shining so bright, they almost looked like christmas lights. he was lost in the beautiful sight when he got startled by the sound of a lighter next to him.
he turned his head to see mingi, plush lips wrapped around the joint, teasing its end with the flame. the man took a couple of puffs, making sure the roll was lit up properly, then exhaled away from his friend.
he knew yunho probably only agreed to come with him so he wouldn't feel lonely, so he wanted to make sure he didn't regret his decision.
they both sat in silence for a while, enjoying the calm of the night in each other's company.
“hey min?” yunho spoke in a barely-there breath.
mingi simply hummed in response, curious about his friend's sudden nervousness.
“could i uhm… do you think i could try it?” he asked, looking down.
mingi blinked, not sure if he was reading the situation properly.
“try what?” he said, turning to face his friend, giving him all his attention.
‘weed’ was the only thing yunho could say with the amount of embarrassment he was feeling at the moment, his cheeks reddening with each passing second.
“wait, you wanna smoke weed? you?” the younger couldn't hide his surprise at his friend's request. “but i thought you hated the smell?” mingi said.
“i do hate it i just… i don’t know i've always been curious about how it feels to be high.” yunho admitted with a shrug, still not looking at the other.
“why didn't you say something sooner? i could've bought edibles for you dude! you don't HAVE to smoke to get high.” mingi complained in an overly dramatic way.
his antics made yunho roll his eyes, having expected his best friend to react this way.
“i just wasn't ready before, but i think i am now.” yunho spoke, a bit of confidence back in his tone.
“you think or you are?” mingi pressed, wanting to make sure yunho truly wanted this.
“yeah, i’m ready”, the older said.
as he did so, yunho finally looked at his friend for the first time in this conversation, trying not to let his nerves show by forcing out a smile he hoped felt genuine enough.
mingi stared at yunho, trying to read his body language, then sighed.
“okay then, if you're sure,” he conceded, “do you need me to show you how to do it or…?” mingi asked.
“yes!...please” yunho answered a bit too quickly, cheeks flushing up at how desperate he sounded just now.
his best friend chuckled, not commenting on the speed of his response and instead moving his chair closer to his.
“okay so i'll light it up for you, then you just have to breathe in a little, not too much though! then you keep the smoke in for like 2-3 seconds and you exhale. bam! as easy as that!” he said, waving the now unlit joint in his hand as he spoke.
“okay…” yunho said, looking pretty nervous. ”i got this, im ready!” he spoke, probably more to himself than mingi, but he decided not to comment on it, not wanting to discourage his friend.
the two men exchanged a look then both nodded, a form of communication they developed years ago to make sure the other was alright.
mingi took the rolled up weed between his fingers and brought it to his mouth. just like he explained, he relit the joint then passed it to yunho, who hesitantly accepted it. he did as he was told. placed it between his parted lips, inhaled a little, not too much, and then-
yunho exploded into a fit of coughs. mingi quickly took the joint from him and exchanged it for a glass of water. the taller man was coughing so hard he thought he was gonna throw up.
why did it feel like he was gonna die any second now? his lungs were on fire and it felt like they were getting smaller with every breath he took.
yunho felt a pair of familiar hands gently but firmly grab his face, forcing him to meet mingi's reassuring eyes.
“you're okay, i got you.” it only took mingi's words to startle yunho out of his coughing fit, panic melting into a sea of calmness.
that's the effect mingi's always had on the older. just a look at his pretty best friend can make him forget even his deepest worries.
but he'll never tell him that either.
“just try to breathe slowly for me okay?” mingi asked, rubbing his thumb on yunho's cheek in hopes to soothe him a little. the loving gesture mixed with mingi's intense gaze made the older man gay panic like never before. the timing couldn't be any worse as he was still trying to catch his breath after barely escaping death a few minutes earlier.
after fighting his thoughts for a little, yunho finally nodded at his best friend's request, breathing in and out slowly to not trigger his cough once again. mingi rubbed circles on his yunho's back in hopes that his touch would help his friend calm down even more.
after finally getting his breathing back under control, yunho sat back in the patio chair, sighing at the sparkling sky.
“what's up?” mingi asked, chuckling at his friend who’s now being the dramatic one.
in return, yunho gave him the deadliest stare, showing him he was very serious about his wish to smoke weed.
“how the hell am i gonna get high if i can't even inhale the freaking smoke!?” he whines.
mingi stayed silent for a moment, pondering over the probably horrible idea he just had. he looks at his best friend once more before finally saying it.
“we could…shotgun…” mingi suggested nervously as he looked away, trying to act nonchalant even after letting out the craziest thing he’s said all night. even all year!
“shotgun…? with me?” yunho blurted out, clearly caught off guard by the proposal.
“well…yeah…it’s a good way to take in the smoke gently. people usually don’t choke much with this trick.’’ mingi explained, shrugging.
yunho was staring at him, eyes as round and dark as boba. he couldn’t fathom what his best friend was asking him to do. he wasn’t an expert on weed, far from that, but he knows about shotgunning. you have to get dangerously close to the other person’s lips and inhale the smoke directly from their mouth.
the older blushed at the thought of him and mingi being that close to each other, his thoughts shifting to something significantly more intimate than they should since they’re only friends. best friends at that.
but if he thinks about it for a moment, maybe it’s not the first time he’s thought about his friend that way. there was always that one time at a cottage with the rest of their friend group. all of them were intoxicated out of their mind, and wooyoung had suggested a game of truth or dare. mingi got dared to kiss someone in the circle. yunho remembers how the younger had looked at him instantly, seeming to ponder his options like this was the most important moment of his life.
sadly, the only kiss he got was on the cheek and was more of a joke than anything. but yunho would never tell him how disappointed he was that night.
he tried to shake the salacious thoughts out of his mind, closing his eyes to try and calm his beating heart before speaking.
“okay, let’s do it!”
×××
the two men were now facing each other, both sitting at the edge of their seat for what was about to happen.
shotgunning.
“so just like before, i’m gonna take a hit of the joint, but then instead of inhaling the smoke, i’ll blow it out into your mouth and you just have to breathe it in. got it?”
yunho nods at that, shy by the way they’re sitting so so close, closer than ever before.
“ready yun?”
a small ‘yeah’ was all he could muster as mingi, once again, placed the joint between his lips, trying to focus on lighting up the roll.
the younger inhaled deeply before approaching his face quickly to the other’s. their noses were brushing together, lips almost touching, the air between them thick and warm in the chilly night.
mingi had a hand placed on yunho’s armrest, the other one gently grabbing the back of his friend's neck in order to guide him towards himself. they needed to be closer than this if they wanted it to work.
once there was physically no space left between the two, lips barely separated, mingi nodded his head and yunho understood.
the taller got infinitely closer, finally inhaling the smoke out of mingi’s waiting mouth.
he then followed his best friend's instructions, keeping the smoke in for a few seconds before exhaling slowly.
and that’s when he felt it.
the mind buzzing feeling from the weed, numbing some of his senses, amplifying others. it was something he’s never experienced before.
it was like the world around him was brighter but fuzzier at the same time.
he liked it.
a lot.
he must’ve been floating in outer space, because a little giggle coming from in front of him startled him out of his daze.
mingi was looking at him intently with a smirk at the corner of his pretty lips. his eyes were darkened with amusement and something else he couldn’t decipher.
“so…how do you feel?” the younger asked.
“floaty, soft, like a cloud noodle.” yunho is focused, trying his best to explain the sensation to his friend.
“a what now??” the other started cackling at the words, violently falling back into his chair with a thud way too loud for the hour of the night.
thank god the chair was okay.
yunho whined. “don’t laugh at me, i’m serious!” he rolled his eyes.
“that’s what makes it funnier,” mingi teased. the younger had never seen his friend in this condition; all whiny and cute.
he could get used to this, he thinks.
they sit in silence for a few moments, both looking up at the shiny constellations adorning the dark sky. the night air was getting chillier by the minute, time passing quicker than the men could feel.
“i wanna do it again.”
mingi almost gives himself whiplash at how fast he turned to look at his friend.
yunho wasn't hiding this time. no, he was in fact looking straight at mingi with those dark round eyes, a new and unexpected confidence pouring out of him.
“you sure? you're not feeling too fuzzy already?” mingi inquires, worrying slightly for the older. he wouldn't want yunho to push himself just to feel accepted by him. mingi loves his best friend just the way he is.
yunho quickly shakes his head. “i’m fine, i pinky promise!” he says, his little finger in the air and a smile so big it could warm the coldest of hearts.
mingi thinks of the proposition for a bit before finally sighing reluctantly. “okay, if you’re sure. but this time i’m keeping a closer eye on you, sir.”
he watches as yunho’s brows furrow in an air of confusion and slight offense.
“you don’t need to watch me like i’m a kid min, i’m a grown ass man!”
“yeah yeah sure.” mingi scoffs a laugh at his best friend’s antics. he might be a ‘grown ass man,’ but he’s also a total drama queen!
yunho’s mouth drops at this, the look of indignation on his face faintly illuminated by the flickering light of a street lamp.
“yah come here already!” the younger urges with his hand, not letting the other protest and whine anymore.
yunho rolls his eyes, again, but brings his chair closer to mingi’s without complaint.
the chair made a nasty screeching noise that had him cringing in comparison to the silence of the night.
the two men are now facing each other again, a tad closer than before. not that one of them minded the proximity, they were quite used to it after almost 10 years of friendship.
“can you…uhm…come closer? it was kinda hard to reach your mouth last time.” yunho almost whispered, the confidence from earlier nowhere to be found.
mingi can’t help but stare at his friend, mouth opening and closing in shock at his request. what did yunho mean by closer? he was pretty certain they were sitting the closest they could, the seat of their chairs even touching.
“yun, if you want me closer, i’m gonna have to sit ON you.” he laughs at his own words, the idea sounding absolutely ridiculous now that it came out of his mouth.
“okay, come here.” yunho simply says.
mingi was staring again, words stuck into his throat. it’s when yunho looked up at him that he understood how serious the older was.
“w-wait you weren't kidding? you really want me to sit on you??” he asks, trying not to panic at the thought.
mingi’s always thought yunho was a good looking guy, more than that even. he’s had a crush on his friend for a couple of years now. although it doesn’t matter; there’s no way he’s gonna ruin his friendship with yunho by telling him. he’s too precious and important to him, he can’t lose him just because he has a few stupid feelings.
but the prospect of sitting on that fine man doing a shotgun alone on his dark balcony doesn’t help his dirty mind calm down. in fact, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered away in his tummy at the thought.
“y-yeah, well if you don’t mind. you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, but i just thought it could help me feel more at ease during the shotgun.” yunho uttered, a bit shy at his own proposition.
“at ease? what do you mean by that?” mingi asks, slight worry evident in his voice.
“i mean in control. of the shotgun, you know.” the taller mumbles back.
“oh r-right, yeah, no problem! i can totally sit on you.”
mingi knew he sounded way too enthusiastic, but it was too late to swallow back his words. instead, he chose to push his chair back and get up, his legs shaking with anticipation. he’s definitely not surviving this.
they looked at each other for a moment, communicating with only their eyes. yunho’s gaze was warm and reassuring, telling mingi that he was sure of what he was asking of him.
mingi saw no regret in his best friend’s eyes, so he hesitantly climbed onto yunho’s lap, legs spread on each side of the older man.
yunho’s hands grabbed mingi’s waist instinctively, eliciting a surprised gasp from him.
“oh shit sorry, i didn’t want you to fall.” the taller quickly defended his actions, guilt evident on his features, but he did not let go.
“it’s okay, really. i don’t mind” mingi said, his eyes finding yunho’s own.
yunho looked back at him, his expression indiscernible, almost scared. mingi wondered what that was about.
“you ready to shotgun again?” mingi questioned, joint already between his long yet thick fingers.
“mhm.” the other nods. “i’m ready!” he gave mingi’s waist a squeeze, probably to ground himself for what was about to come.
mingi doesn’t mind the pressure, he even enjoys it. he’s also gonna need to get grounded to try and not kiss yunho on the spot, the other man so close he can feel his breathing on his face. he can feel himself blush at the thought of their lips touching, a daydream way too unrealistic to entertain.
mingi shook off the thoughts and focused on the task at hand; the shotgunning.
once lit up, he took a few puffs of the joint, making sure the smoke wasn't too harsh for his friend, then took a big final one and signaled to yunho that he was ready for him.
this time, it was the taller who placed his hand on mingi’s cheek, guiding his mouth towards his own, as if he’d done it a thousand times before.
the two men were as close as possible, lips brushing against each others, their eyelids fluttering with want.
mingi nodded and yunho understood, inhaling all the smoke coming from the other in one stable breath, grip tightening.
a few seconds later, the older exhales with a look of contempt on his face, brain buzzing with excitement.
even with the shotgun done, no one dared to pull away, proximity strange but somewhat comfortable.
yunho’s hand pulled mingi slightly closer, the other’s breath catching in his throat with surprise.
it’s yunho who broke the tension. “you know that one time at the cottage?”
mingi didn’t know where he was going with that, so he simply nodded.
“well…i’ve been curious about something since.”
their eyes found each other again. no words were exchanged, but the message was clear.
yunho connected their lips in a soft hesitant kiss. mingi hastily responded by deepening the kiss, hands reaching for yunho’s jet black hair and pulling lightly.
this sent shivers down yunho’s spine who decided to poke mingi’s lips with his tongue, asking for access, his shyness now completely gone. yunho had always been weak for his best friend, especially when the man was really eager about something.
mingi opened his mouth with a sigh, letting yunho in and kissing him even harder. their tongues danced in a slow yet greedy rhythm, mouths slotting together perfectly again after every breath.
the older’s hands instinctively made their way down to mingi’s plump ass, giving it an experimental squeeze.
mingi squeaked at the gesture and desperately tried to school his expression into something unimpressed, but yunho couldn’t miss the way his eyelids got heavier with need.
“leave my ass alone, you perv!” mingi spat, trying to control the grin wanting to pop out.
yunho audibly gasped at this, hand reaching for his heart as if he just got violently shot in the chest.
“i’m not a pervert, i just love cake.” the taller teased, biting his lip and squeezing mingi’s ass even harder.
the younger rolled his eyes with a scoff, “just shut up and kiss me.”
he pulled on yunho’s shirt and closed the distance between them again. the air was dense and warm from the feverish kisses they were exchanging, passion and lust joining the suffocating mix.
the kiss grew sweatier, needier.
yunho, still apparently wanting to be in control, pulled mingi’s hips towards him, making their heats rub onto each other.
“fuck yun-ah” the younger whined, head shooting back and eyes rolling into his skull.
mingi knew he already looked totally gone, and that’s because he was. this simple move was enough to make him lose his fucking mind.
it didn’t help that the initiator was his childhood best friend, who he’s been desperately in love with for as long as he can remember.
his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by yunho grinding his hips up into mingi, the other’s desperation maybe as clear as his own.
the older pushed down on mingi’s hips harder and slower, both reeling into the delicious feeling caused by the friction of their clothed cocks rubbing together.
mingi fell forward, slotting their lips together again in an open mouth kiss, tongue exploring every inch of yunho’s mouth with curiosity. both men moaned into each other, yunho’s hands continuing to guide mingi at a torturing pace.
it’s after a few more minutes of dry humping and sloppy making out that yunho started playing with the strings of mingi’s sweatpants.
mingi knew what yunho was asking for by doing that, but he was also a little shit.
“what do you want yuyu?” the younger asked, voice low and sultry. “gonna have to use your big boy words.”
yunho cackled, amused at mingi’s boldness. he bit his bottom lip and looked up at the other.
“mingi…can i please see your huge dick?”
the younger choked on his own spit, coughing away the shame and embarrassment of getting slightly harder at yunho’s words.
and of course, yunho was laughing at him, fingers now impatiently playing with the waist of his pants.
a rush of adrenaline ran through mingi’s body, want turning into need. ‘i like this new version of yunho’, he thought.
“only if i can see yours,” mingi smirked, turning yunho’s flattering words against him.
yunho’s grin instantly grew after hearing the proposition.
“deal.”
mingi felt a pang in his lower gut, heat brewing something dangerous in him.
“well…go ahead then.” he looked down at where yunho’s hands have been busy feeling the fabric of his sweatpants. the man didn’t have to be told twice as yunho eagerly pushed his pants down, uncovering mingi’s already half-hard erection.
the younger’s face flushed at how vulnerable yet comfortable he felt in this moment. he knew he had nothing to be scared of when he was with yunho.
even if this was a first for them, they were best friends, nothing bad would happen to them.
it was them against the world.
×××
yunho’s heart was beating worryingly fast, not believing what they were actually about to do.
he would never tell his best friend, but he’s had some very realistic sex dreams about them in the past.
really graphic images of them all tangled up in the sheets, exchanging heated kisses and intimate touches clouding his mind.
yunho furiously blushed at the thoughts, cheeks turning a shade of crimson so deep it was noticeable even in the darkness of the night. he needed to regain his composure quickly before looking like a prepubescent boy in front of his high school crush.
“can i touch you?” yunho finally asked, voice soft yet unwavering.
“y-yeah!” mingi tried to hide the sudden nerves in his voice.
just like so many times that night, their eyes met, asking for consent, for certainty.
mingi looked completely fucked out already, lips between his teeth and fingers gripping the armrests of the patio chair.
yunho was sure.
mingi wanted this as much as he did.
he finally decided to give mingi some relief, wrapping his large hand around the other’s cock. he gave it a few explorative strokes, playing with the tip just to see mingi’s reaction.
oh, and mingi reacted.
the younger man’s head shot towards the sky, mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape and letting out the most erotic moan he had ever heard.
mingi’s knuckles were now white at how hard he was holding onto yunho’s chair.
“that good, huh?” yunho teased around a chuckle.
he suddenly feels mingi swatting at his chest, the man obviously unimpressed by his terrible timing for jokes.
“fine, fine, i’m sorry!” yunho pleaded to his friend, hand still around mingi’s erection.
he started his stroking again at a slow and agonizing pace, now torturing mingi with his wrist instead of his words.
mingi seemed to be enjoying himself as his gaze kept going from yunho’s face to the veiny and strong hand jerking him off, but yunho noted that the few beads of precum he was able to collect weren’t enough to make the friction between their skin disappear completely.
yunho brought his hand to his mouth, never breaking their eye contact, and spit into it before resuming his rubbing.
the dirty action made mingi visibly shiver, hips starting to rock back and forth to try and match yunho’s rhythm.
yunho’s fingers were long and slim, wrapping completely around mingi’s heat and making him whine in ecstasy on the small balcony.
“i-i wanna see yours too. please yun!” mingi begged, shame from earlier totally gone.
yunho didn’t take long before finally letting go of mingi with a goodbye stroke that had the younger shaking, just in turn to pull his own pants down, lifting mingi with his hips.
the air hit his half-hard cock, making it shrink a little at the breeze.
it was still an impressive size, even compared to mingi. the difference was in the girth and length.
“shit it’s so fucking long.” mingi exclaimed, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “i need it in my ass like yesterday!”
yunho almost choked on nothing as he tried to digest mingi’s crude comment.
“hello?? you can’t just say stuff like that to people!” yunho huffed, desperately trying to regain his sanity.
the younger seemed to have found yunho’s response absolutely hilarious, because he was now holding on to his stomach and laughing like there was no tomorrow.
“you’re not just ‘people’ dummy, you’re my best friend who has a ginormous dick that i wanna feel really really bad! so…can i?” mingi’s lips curled into a mischievous grin, hand fisting his own abandoned cock to give himself some relief.
yunho shook his head, a chuckle low in his throat. mingi was being such a little tease, and was clearly trying to provoke something in him. and the least surprising thing was that his plan was working.
the elder’s fingers found mingi’s jaw with ease, tightening around it and pulling the man closer to him until his lips were next to the other’s ear.
“song mingi…you can touch me wherever you want, whenever you want. got it?” yunho whispered, shooting a chill down mingi’s spine.
the younger all but moaned at the words, yunho’s breath still warm on his neck.
he reached for yunho’s hair, pulling on it and effectively tilting the other’s head back and exposing his throat.
mingi leaned forward to bite at the tender skin there and quickly licked over it to soothe the pain. he then placed a gentle peck on the mark before pulling away to a very flushed yunho, staring at him with round eyes.
“is that okay?” he asked his friend who was dumbly looking at him with a hand on his neck.
“y-yeah… god, that was so hot min!” the older growled, looking at mingi as if he was the most mouth watering cake in the whole wide world. yunho truly didn’t know how much he would love this dessert before that day.
he was so turned on he couldn't stop himself from fisting his half-hard cock, painfully biting back a pleasured complaint.
then, he got an idea.
yunho looked at mingi’s softening dick, then back at those dark beautiful eyes of his, asking for permission.
the man nodded, not sure what his friend had in mind, but curious nonetheless.
that’s when yunho wrapped his strong hand around both of their cocks, spit from earlier almost dried up.
to fix this, he let a string of saliva fall into his occupied hand and started jerking them off again, the glide feeling heavenly.
his hand was going up and down, making the lewdest of sounds fall between them.
the squelching didn’t help make this scene less pornographic as the two of them were gasping for air at the toe curling sensation.
yunho’s hand fit perfectly around their lengths, wrapping them both up in a delightful sea of precum and saliva.
moans and growls and whines could be heard on the small balcony, neighbours and weed completely forgotten by that point.
“please yunho f-fuck! your dick feels so good against mine.”
“so does yours baby…shit!”
“i’m gonna cum so soon yun, please don’t stop!”
it only took those words for yunho to focus on the task at hand, rubbing their cocks together like he was on a mission.
it was hard to focus with the fire building up in his lower gut, but he pushed through for his best friend who deserved to feel so good.
a few seconds later, mingi was folded in half, muffling his screams into yunho’s neck while the older man maintained his mind buzzing rhythm.
they locked eyes again, both signaling to the other that they were about to reach their breaking point.
mingi and yunho exchanged one last look full of lust and trust before cumming together, colliding in a sloppy open mouthed kiss as they reached their climax.
only a collection of gasps could be heard as the men were trying to regain their breath, thoughts blurred by both the weed and reaching nirvana just now.
one thought did make it’s way through the chaos of yunho’s brain:
what did this mean for him and mingi?
regular friends don’t just jerk off together, especially not with their dicks touching…
but the thought of asking mingi about it and risking their friendship was enough to shut him right up.
“yunho…”
mingi’s soft voice broke him out of his thoughts, suddenly sounding strangely serious.
mingi has always been a goofy kind of guy, so this change in behaviour did nothing to reassure yunho.
“can i ask you something?”
“mhm, of course.” yunho answers, tempting to hide the tremble in his voice.
mingi took his bottom lip between his teeth, fingers playing together in front of him, still sitting on yunho’s lap.
“so uhm…now that we just did ‘that’ and stuff…what are-”
DING! DONG!
the aggravating sound of the doorbell succeeded to cut mingi off, startling both men at the same time.
they quickly got up and dressed again, mingi running to the door to get the pizza he totally forgot they ordered an hour ago.
yunho was now standing alone on the small balcony, millions of questions running through his mind.
what did mingi want to ask him?
could he possibly feel the same way?
was this just a one time thing?
these were the questions running through yunho’s head while mingi returned, smile on his face and pizza box in hand, as he said:
“was it just me who worked up an appetite?”