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“…The tiredz are at it again, chilling in the corner while other members are chasing each other on stage…”
“…Wonwoo always hangs back when members run around splashing water all over the place during encore, must be his internal cat and iron deficiency talking…”
Okay, so Wonwoo has seen this type of comments on Vlive, Weverse and all those other social media apps multiple times throughout the years of his being an idol to really care or get offended at them. The fans do have a point; Jeonghan, Minghao and he are the laidback members who prefer to preserve the miserable scraps of energy Seventeen’s four-hour concerts leave them with. There is only so many aju nices one can handle before wishing for the ground to open up and swallow them whole.Plus, an end to a concert does not equal an immediate end to an idol’s day aka blue screening under a comfy blanket. There has always been this long post-concert routine which includes taking pictures until the camera flash makes you see double, shaking hands with the whole crew and invited VIP guests, taking the blurry leftovers of make-up off, declining (most times, unsuccessfully) invitations to drinking sessions with the members, then actually travelling home or to hotel, taking a shower and only then, MAYBE, blue screening under a comfy blanket (and, habitually, with one comfy big man).Wonwoo is an adult and knowns his own limits; he may not always be able to keep up with the rest of his idol group members, but he is definitely physically superior to most other average men in their twenties. He regularly goes to the gym (not being obsessed with a killer gym routine is normal, okay, but he’s not pointing fingers) and practices dance only some 8 days of the week.It is a too early morning on a not very random weekday in June, days before Wonwoo and Jeonghan’s one and only performance for their duet debut “This Man”. The weeks prior to this grand event were filled with fansigns, concerts, filming content, and practices, on top of practices, with a sprinkle of practices (with their first international festival performance in UK looming closer and closer).Honestly, Wonwoo may be feeling a tad bit stretched like an old yoga band. It is fine, he’s had it worse multiple times before. Probably.“… Hyung?”“W-What?” It’s like he’s emerging out of cotton as he looks up, disoriented. There is an empty cup in his hand. The nespresso machine blinks green, ready to cheerfully pour him some fancy concoction of a coffee brew that Mingyu insists on ordering in overpriced capsules.“You’re spacing out, called your name several times,” Mingyu groggily says somewhere above his right shoulder, voice hoarse from sleep. “You okay?”Wonwoo feels warm arms slide around his waist, and the familiarity of this action finally somewhat wakes him from his upright dream. He blinks, places the cup on the counter, his own hands habitually covering Mingyu’s palms on his stomach. Wonwoo hasn’t noticed how cold he was until his frozen fingers tingle at the heat of the other’s smooth skin.“You wanted coffee?” Mingyu’s lips touch the back of his neck; he’s smooching a small mole that he’s mentioned Wonwoo has there. “I can make you some.”“Yes,” is Wonwoo’s immediate response, which makes Mingyu snort. The man presses up against his back as he grabs the empty cup Wonwoo’s just abandoned and puts it under the nozzle of their coffee machine, while squeezing Wonwoo closer with one arm.A finger with manicured nail pushes one single button, the machine starts whirring. “All done,” Mingyu whispers into Wonwoo’s hair. “I am a master barista, you should kiss me.”Now it’s Wonwoo’s turn to snort but he doesn’t resist when Mingyu pulls on his wrinkly pajama shirt to turn him around so they can finally face each other.Years ago, when Wonwoo was smaller, clingier and weaker, he had the real audacity to publicly admit that he found having to look up at one certain taller member attractive. The tomfoolery of that gay act still haunts him to this day sometimes, stored in that “embarrassing shit you’ve said” folder every person has in their brain.Now the fact that Wonwoo has had the privilege to relive the admission every day for the past 10 years, is a story for a different folder entirely. Despite the time, despite Wonwoo having grown to become the second tallest guy in their group, Mingyu is still here, still taller, looking down at Wonwoo like they are sharing the secret to the universe each time their gazes meet.At the moment Mingyu’s got bleary, slightly red-rimmed eyes, and a hint of tiny pimple on his cheek, along with the crease scars from a pillow. His nose is shiny, straight hair disheveled. Mingyu smells a little sweaty after sleep but he’s also not wearing a shirt, so Wonwoo feels how hot and red his ears are getting in real time. Because he has never seen anyone more attractive, morning breath and all. Yes, Wonwoo should kiss Mingyu.So he does, getting up on tiptoes and all.Of course, Mingyu reciprocates, bending into the soft press of mouths so his hyung doesn’t have to strain his feet. Wonwoo’s tailbone bumps into the kitchen counter behind him as Mingyu immediately deepens the kiss; his hot tongue glides over Wonwoo’s chapped lips, making the man inhale loudly through his nose. With his mouth now full of Mingyu’s tongue and his blood excitedly rushing away from his already sludgy brain, Wonwoo tries to ground himself and plants his hands on Mingyu’s warm bare belly, fingers splayed over sculpted abs (Mingyu should really quit Calvin Klein with their constant naked shoots and dehydrating diets).“Ah, fuck, your hands are freezing,” Mingyu is hissing a second later, breaking the kiss as he involuntarily flinches away. “Vampire hyung,” he giggles softly, as Wonwoo whispers an apology, but then there are warm fingertips stroking Wonwoo’s cheeks and he’s being pulled into a kiss again, frankly, far too slurpy for six thirty in the morning.So he uses his ultimate weapon again.“These icicles of yours,” Mingyu grumbles, hands sliding off Wonwoo’s face to grab his cold fingers that’s just attacked his bare sides.“Min, it’s barely six, I need to be in a car in forty minutes,” Wonwoo croaks, an unspoken “Cease the unholy vibe, you filthy creature" clear in his tone. He gently pulls away and turns to finally get a taste of his morning coffee.Then, and it is the truth universally acknowledged that he apparently can never shut up when he’s in Mingyu’s company, Wonwoo recites his Herculean plans for the day, including but not limited to: several hours of practice with Jeonghan, a magazine feature photoshoot and then more practice hours for the upcoming group activities. Mingyu, always content with just listening to his tirades about any random topic, is quietly leaning against the counter and sipping on a Pocari Sweat bottle from their fridge. He does frown as he mentally counts a planned fifteen-hour long work day Wonwoo’s about to venture on.“Your schedule is scaring me… you didn’t even sleep properly, you played Go-Stop until two am,” he says accusatorily, staring at Wonwoo in disbelief. “Hyung, how are you going to survive the day?”Wonwoo just shrugs, gulping down the last dregs of his coffee and putting the cup into the sink. “You’re one to talk, you were watching reels until two as well, Mingyu.”“My first schedule starts at twelve,” he says in a haughty voice.“Why are you up then?” Wonwoo asks, a bit shocked that Mingyu’s willingly joined the miserable land of people awake so early.“Wanted to pee… and say hi,” Mingyu takes a suspicious step closer and presses Wonwoo against the sink, crowding into his space like he owns it (he does). “What if I don’t let you leave, and roll you into our sheets so you get more sleep? Jeonghan hyung can practice on his own all he wants…”“Then I will fail our only performance and I will be shamed and cancelled, and I will have to leave Seventeen, and what will I do then?” Wonwoo plays along, as Mingyu’s deliciously big palms slide under his wrinkled sleep shirt, their hips bumping.“You’ll be my super sexy stay-at-home gamer husband, cooking me dinners when I come back from work,” Mingyu whispers hotly, nuzzling into Wonwoo’s neck, and Wonwoo suppresses an embarrassing chortle because it tickles and is also making his heart miss a beat.“I can’t even make ramen in a cooking game, Mingyu,” the man snorts into his collarbone at that. “So you want me to burn our house down. No career and no house, you could say I’d be a... Leftover then,” Wonwoo says solemnly, and then they are both laughing at the joke, Mingyu’s high-pitched giggles musical to Wonwoo’s ears.“Right, better off you go then, break Jeonghan’s leg,” Mingyu replies, but makes no movement to let Wonwoo go, in fact making it harder to leave the hot embrace because suddenly, there are wet lips suckling on Wonwoo’s collarbone a little too enthusiastically to be a simple departing gift.“Ah, no marks, Mingyu,” Wonwoo sighs; years into this situationship with shared band, bed and mortgage, and yet they still have to remind each other not to leave hickies in visible spots. “I have to go get ready…”“Say, do you want a quick blowjob?” Mingyu interrupts him so casually, blinking up at Wonwoo from his slouch at Wonwoo’s neck, his eyes big and shiny and hopeful, moles on his nose and left cheek unbearably cute. Like a little (large) dog, asking for a bone.“And I thought romance was dead,” Wonwoo deadpans, squirming in Mingyu’s arms at the suddenness of such a scandalous proposal.“It’s not a no, hyung,” Mingyu singsongs, straightening up and smiling with his canines, and Wonwoo aches, cock stirring. Obviously, because they’re pressed up together like Spam in a can, Mingyu feels it and his smile turns into an absolutely devilish smirk. “I woke up horny, so it’ll be a snack for me and a reward for you before the long day.”“Don’t… call it a snack, seriously. Okay… just let me check the time,” Wonwoo grumbles with some really fake sounding annoyance, flushing as Mingyu squeezes his smaller frame in obvious victory, pressing a strained muscly thigh into his poor unprepared crotch. Wonwoo gasps and barely manages to fish his phone out of the pocket of his sleep shorts to blink at the on-screen clock before Mingyu decidedly pulls the useless clothing item off, simultaneously dropping to his knees with a thud.“You have 10 minutes… before I need to get… dressed…” Wonwoo says breathlessly, already having trouble thinking in full sentences, unseeingly pushing his phone somewhere on the counter behind him. The sight of half-naked Mingyu on his knees, miles of gorgeous unblemished tanned skin, unstyled thick hair and dark mischievous eyes makes Wonwoo slide his palms over his muscular shoulders, wishing to touch and feel as much of him as possible.“I need five,” Mingyu says matter-of-factly, and Wonwoo’s smart response is a breathy groan, because Mingyu’s large calloused fists slide over his already half-hard length. He bites on his plump bottom lip in concentration as he works over Wonwoo to rub him into a full erection, but seemingly deems the friction too dry, because he looks up through his long eyelashes and says, “Hyung, spit.”Realistically, Wonwoo doesn’t think his cock needs any more lifting up after that, but obediently slouches and slowly opens his mouth, breathing ragged, as a trail of hot saliva drops over the head of his cock and Mingyu’s knuckles.“Thank you,” the shithead has the audacity to smile politely and then proceeds to move both fists in a tight and quick handjob. Wonwoo groans gutturally when Mingyu finally licks his lips and stretches his mouth once, twice as a quick preparation and then finally removes his left hand to gulp half of Wonwoo’s hardness in one go.And Wonwoo’s cock is not small per say, it’s just that Mingyu’s everything is so deliciously and conveniently larger, and gods help us all, Wonwoo’s suddenly feeling lightheaded. Mingyu’s eyes are closed as he slurps on the dick in his mouth, tongue wriggling into Wonwoo’s slit, hand collecting their mixed spit and, embarrassingly, precum, and spreading it along the hardness. It sticks to the neatly trimmed hairs on his crotch, and if Wonwoo’s brain wasn’t getting sucked out of his penis, he’d possibly complain about the additional cleanup.That is when Mingyu removes his right hand, looks up to check if Wonwoo is watching him through his fogged-up glasses, and slowly slides lower down the hard length. Wonwoo whines deeply, pathetically, short nails digging into Mingyu’s shoulders, feeling bursts of controlled practiced breaths Mingyu releases through his nose over the sensitive skin on his cock as he slurps up and down a few times. At one point, he slides all the way to the base until Wonwoo hits the back of his throat, and suddenly, five minutes seem like a too long time.The deepest groan of “Mingyu, fuck,” makes the man hum in delight as he blinks up at raggedly breathing Wonwoo through his fluttering eyelashes, clumped from unshed tears. The weirdo’s always enjoyed it when Wonwoo, the proper goody-two-shoes, cursed during sex, so he doubles his efforts. Mingyu’s plump lips stretch around the base as he stills, tip of his nose poking Wonwoo’s crotch, and are they both spinning, or Wonwoo’s just dizzy from the impending bone-shuttering orgasm?“Min, Min, I’m gonna… gonna…” He croaks out, somehow feeling like he’s either run a marathon or run a marathon with a painful erection, and Mingyu graciously delivers one, two, three powerful and slurpy sucks, saliva and precum dripping from his chin onto Wonwoo’s bare toes and the tiled floor, and the room is spinning, and he can’t hold it anymore. He’s coming with a loud gruff call of Mingyu’s name, filling his mouth. Wonwoo feels himself shake as Mingyu hums quietly, sucking on the tip to get the last drops of his release, and the ground is moving, his ears are ringing, Wonwoo’s losing his balance? And it’s complete blackout afterwards.“Hyung? Wonwoo?!”Strangely, when Wonwoo comes to it, he’s not standing anymore. He seems to be horizontal on the kitchen floor because it’s cold and hard, but honestly, very comforting in the current state of affairs. Which are, him having trouble to open his eyes and his limbs being very heavy. He feels as if he is submerged underwater, ears still ringing; Wonwoo does not like being in water.But there is something warm and soft sliding over his forehead, and it grounds him.Finally, Wonwoo opens his eyes to the very blurry sight of elaborate and very expensive kitchen lights Mingyu installed himself when they moved in. Huh. Where are his glasses?“For fuck’s sake, you were out for, like, half a minute, Won, I almost called an ambulance,” Mingyu is cupping his forehead, very much spooked, Wonwoo notices when his eyes finally shift to his husband’s blurry seemingly paled face looming over him. He looks sweaty and nervous, and his mouth is still wet and inflamed. Wonwoo grunts in response, hoping that it eloquently communicates “I am fine, I just restarted the program. Please carry on your daily activities”, but alas, Mingyu doesn’t speak grunt code.The man frowns, mumbles something under his breath, and decidedly scoops Wonwoo off the floor. Mingyu carries him to their bedroom, breathing heavily as he’s probably struggling to carry his husband, aka a large grown man. Wonwoo grunts again, communicating, “Your back, Mingyu, you’re gonna hurt it again,” but Mingyu still hasn’t picked up on his new vocabulary. Wonwoo would find the bridal carrying extremely unnecessary but also secretly extremely damn hot on any other day. But right now, he feels flaccid and floppy just like his cock which guiltily lies in the cradle of his thighs, very much still in the open, because Wonwoo stupidly passed out right after an amazing morning blowjob.What a loser.Mingyu carefully lies him down on their bed, quickly pulling his sleep shorts off his ankles so he’s more comfortable, drags one of their pillows under Wonwoo’s legs so there is more blood rushing towards his head. The staples of first aid when someone faints near you which obviously Mingyu has picked up somewhere and remembered because he’s amazing and wonderful like that.“I’m gonna bring you some water and a protein bar,” he says, rushing out of the room, and Wonwoo grunts at that too, feeling overwhelmed, and exhausted, and incredibly embarrassed. “Here you go,” a giant sweaty glass of what seems to be Pocari Sweat with Mingyu’s peanut butter gym bar is placed on the bedside table moments later, and then Mingyu decidedly throws a blanket over him so Wonwoo stops giving accusatory glances at his bare crotch. He sits down on the bed to cup his lover’s face again, so caring, so gentle. And finally, their eyes meet.“Wons, talk to me, are you okay? Are you hurt? I caught you just in time, so you shouldn’t have hit any vitals, but what if… I also removed your glasses, I can fetch them for you,” Mingyu rushes out in one breath, his little lisp back full force because of a stressful situation.“I’m fine, I’m sorry,” Wonwoo finally manages to husk, fog in his brain finally dissipating, and he knows that he’s blushing.“What are you apologizing for, dear?”
“For scaring you,” Wonwoo does not usually whine but it certainly sounds like he’s doing it now. “For fainting and falling... This is so embarrassing,” he says, and pulls an arm over his face to try and hide.“Hyung, what? No, what are you even saying?” Mingyu sounds frustrated as he pulls on Wonwoo’s elbow to make them face each other again. Wonwoo does not usually pout but it definitely horrifyingly feels like he’s doing it now. “Yes, I got scared when you started sliding down like a ragdoll, but I caught you, it’s completely okay. Don’t be embarrassed, be rational. Why did it happen? What led to this? What lessons are we learning from this situation?”Wonwoo feels himself smiling involuntarily as Mingyu’s STEM major shows through, always analyzing and making sound decisions with his attractive big brain.“Why are you smiling like that?” Mingyu has to smile in response, just because that’s what they always do; when one pulls, the other gets pulled, when one of them falls, the other falls too, so they can catch each other and get back up together.
“It happened because I didn’t eat anything in the morning, and I didn’t sleep well enough for the past… many days, actually. Also, I’m pretty sure you sucked my soul out through my dick, so…”“So it’s your anemia which I keep telling you to take supplements for, your gaming habits and the last one is my fault, obviously,” they both chuckle as Wonwoo swats at him half-heartedly, “it is though, somewhat, I should have cooked you a proper breakfast, instead I ambushed you like an animal… I’m sorry, dear,” Mingyu says softly, and bends to give Wonwoo’s forehead a light kiss which maybe possibly makes Wonwoo purr a little.“No, no, it’s my fault, I should have taken better care of myself, especially with constant practices we’re doing now,” he whispers in response, hoping for another forehead kiss as a little reward, but Mingyu is nodding eagerly and springing back into action. He is pulling Wonwoo up the bed by his armpits (effortlessly this time), making him lean against the bed frame, and shoves the sports drink and protein bar into his hands.
“That too, absolutely,” Mingyu says haughtily, not seeing the subtle glare Wonwoo sends his way. “We should start tracking your sugar levels,” he folds Wonwoo’s shorts at the foot of the bed and continues, “it’s all the Buldak and those energy drinks you’re consuming, I was sure we were eating nutritious meals, and yet,” picks up his phone from where it’s been charging and unlocks it.“Not the Buldak talk again…” Wonwoo complains quietly through a mouthful of nutty protein bar, and frowns at the characteristic beeps of a call in KakaoTalk on Mingyu’s phone. “Who…”“Hyung, hey, so Wonwoo hyung has to move the dance practice with Jeonghan hyung by at least three hours and postpone the magazine feature shoot today, because of his health issues. My schedule starts at twelve so I’ll be here monitoring his condition, but there is no way he’s getting out of bed so soon…”“Mingyu, wait,” Wonwoo starts and tries moving from the bed, but obediently ceases all movement because, one, Mingyu shushes him with a quick calloused hand over his mouth, and two, the room starts spinning once again as soon as he jostles out of the original position Mingyu’s put him into.Mingyu continues to carefully rearrange Wonwoo’s schedule with Wonwoo’s manager on the line, busily walking out of the room to cook him a proper meal as he promises the manager, while the man in question safely chooses to lean back and just finish his little protein bar and ion water. Maybe it is better to just let yourself rest just a little bit.Goddamn overworking and his iron deficiency. But also, yes damn having a capable gorgeous husband.