the dick dilemma

Jongho stared at Mingi meaningfully. “You should come to the club with us tomorrow evening.”
“How would that help?”
Jongho only shrugged. “I don’t know, but at least it would help you take your mind off this damn Dick Dilemma of yours.”
San nodded, eyes shut. He was definitely already tipsy. “For sure, for sure. You should come out with us. Dick Dilemma.”

or alternatively, mingi has a crush on two of his co-workers.

Notes:

helloooo this is my first work in the ateez fandom :> so please excuse any mischaracterization e.e i literally started noticing them a couple of weeks ago, and i just had to write this after watching that damn yungihwa tiktok on repeat like a billion times. i love them <3 also i'm sorry for not including hongjoong and yeosang in this, i promise i will the next time :')
apart from that, please pay attention to the tags before you start!!!

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Mingi never had any real trouble navigating life. He had gotten a job right after graduating, and he enjoyed it. He lived away from his parents, but he visited them whenever he could. He was still in touch with some friends from college, and he was also close with a few of his co-workers.

Mingi enjoyed his life. He didn’t need to overthink things, and his personal policy was that things would always work out in the end.

Which is why when he was faced with his first real dilemma in his adult life, he had no idea how to act.

The situation was almost comical—Mingi had, for the longest time, been crushing on a co-worker he only saw on Thursdays. This wasn’t a real problem per se, but as Jongho would say, Mingi was made of two left feet when he got flustered. Two left feet with extra toes that made him flounder like a shot deer. Mingi hated that stupid analogy.

But the situation usually went like this—Mingi would excuse himself from his nosy friends and relocate himself by the printer in the break room, leaning on it and then straightening up because he had broken the printer too many times this way. Then he would fidget with his suit, pat his hair down, button and unbutton his collar, and adjust his thick glasses.

Then Seonghwa would walk in, and Mingi would say the most random thing he could think of.

“Hi, Mingi. It’s nice to see you here,” Seonghwa would say in his gentle voice, looking like he just walked out of a cover shoot in his black three-piece work suit.

Whatever resolution he had cooked up in his mind would fly out of his ears, and Mingi usually replied loudly with a dumb fact like, “did you know ketchup was once distributed as medicine?” Then he would leave as a flustered mess with Seonghwa stared after him politely.

“You’re hopeless,” Jongho would say as he sat back down at his desk, looking like a kicked puppy. Mingi agreed. He really was hopeless, but it wasn’t his fault he wanted to be fucked stupid by his sexy siren of a co-worker.

Seonghwa wasn’t even in his department. He handled PR for some other team, and he only really saw him in the break room, and when they had their inter-team meetings. Seonghwa would be presenting some boring data in the dark of the room lit up only by the light of the projector, and Mingi would squeeze his legs together under the desk because holy fuck Seonghwa looked so good in the suit that he wore every day, his long hair brushed back from his angular face with a polite smile.

The problem wouldn’t even be that bad if it wasn’t for the other thing. Mingi also had a hopeless crush on another guy who worked with him—his damn manager.

Yunho was always a happy guy, choosing to encourage his workers rather than manage them. He was calm and sweet, never raising his voice even when he was mad. He would stop by Mingi’s desk with a pile of folders for him to analyze and digitize, and Mingi would be in direct eye-line with his crotch. Mingi would stare and stare and nod when Yunho’s calming voice lilted up in a question. When he left, Jongho would shoot him an amused smile, and Mingi would bang his head down on his desk with a loud thump. He was pretty sure his forehead was permanently bruised from the same damn thing happening to him every other day.

So this was Mingi’s dilemma—if he gathered the courage and asked his co-worker out, who would he ask? Seonghwa was gentle and quiet and Mingi wanted to fuck him senseless. Yunho was friendly and charming and Mingi wanted to date the fuck out of him. How could Mingi, as an extremely gay guy, choose between them?

One Friday after work, Mingi had his head in Wooyoung’s lap on the couch as he brushed his hair away from his forehead, his hands soft as they sat between their friend group. Mingi had his eyes closed, and his legs were curled up to his chest.

Jongho was pouring them all soju in small glasses on the coffee table in the middle of Wooyoung’s living room. He was over-pouring as usual, refuting the claims that he only wanted to get them all drunk because they were a lot more fun when they were all slightly tipsy. Mingi didn’t say anything to it for once because he wanted to actually get drunk today after the horrible day he just had.

“What’s wrong, Mingi-ah,” Wooyoung cooed at him, leaning down to make gross kissy noises at his face. “Did your sexy office crush say something to you today?”

Mingi ignored Jongho’s loud laughter at that and let out a dramatic sigh. “Which one?”

Jongho cheered at that, raising his glass. “Here’s to all the sexy people we work with. How will he ever choose?”

Wooyoung was frowning at him, his eyebrows drawn together in that intimidating way it did when he looked annoyed. “There’s more than one?”

San, who was sitting down by the coffee table near Wooyoung’s feet leaned up to straighten his eyebrows, pouting when Wooyoung smacked his hand away.

“Yeah,” Mingi replied with a smile when he saw how adorable San looked when he behaved like an angry kitten. “My sexy PR guy, and then my sexy manager. They’re both so fucking hot and are both basically my ideal type.”

“Aren’t you into guys that have muscle?” San replied, finally ignoring Wooyoung and flexing his bicep for no reason. “Guys that can pick you up and put you in your place?”

Mingi straightened himself on the couch and picked up the glass that Jongho had poured for him. He downed it in one shot, pushing it forward for more. “I guess, but I have a feeling they’re both strong enough to do that to me. Yunho is, like, much taller than me, and I know Seonghwa works out.”

“Ask him about the dream he had last night about them,” Jongho cackled from the table. Mingi shot him a sharp glare.

“What dream?” San asked, curious.

“It’s stupid. The two of them were wearing those Black Butler suits with the hair and glasses, and then serenading me on my bed with that stupid Japanese song from TikTok. And for some reason, I was wearing a bathrobe and my hair was in stupid pigtails.”

“Ooh, kinky,” Wooyoung replied with a wink. “But why don’t we make a pros and cons list for each of them to help you choose?”

Mingi sat up at that. “Okay, that might work.”

Jongho pushed a glass full of soju towards him. “It would only work if Mingi here actually talks to either of them normally. This isn’t going to help.”

Mingi frowned. “I could talk to them normally if I wanted to.”

Jongho laughed again at that. “Sure, whatever you say.”

Mingi ignored him. “Seonghwa, pros—he’s hot. He’s smart and well-spoken. Looks like he could kill me.”

“That’s a pro?” San asked, eyes widening. His face was already bright pink from the soju he had.

“Definitely,” Wooyoung winked at him. “Why do you think I’m dating you?”

“Exactly, except in the case of Seonghwa, he doesn’t have the proposition of a cat, like our San over here,” Mingi laughed at how the tips of San’s ear turned red.

“Hey,” he tried to protest, looking down at his lap. “It’s not my fault.”

“Of course not, my baby,” Wooyoung cooed at San instead, squishing his pink cheeks with two hands so he looked like a very pink blowfish. “You can’t help it.”

Mingi twisted his face at them. “Okay, now back to my thing. Yunho, pros—he’s funny, charming, kind, smart, and looks like he could pick me up and fuck me against a wall.”

“Always a bonus,” Jongho cheered, raising a glass. “But what about cons?”

Mingi sat and thought about it. The two of them didn’t really seem like they had any cons. “Cons—neither of them are attracted to me. They probably just see me as their dumb co-worker.”

Wooyoung smacked Mingi’s arm, making him squeal in pain. He could be really strong when he wanted to be. “You’re not dumb. You’re just clumsy. You literally got this high-paying job right out of college, and it wasn’t even an entry-level job, like the rest of us heathens.”

Mingi groaned at that, leaning back against the couch like a fallen heroine. “Whatever, that was just a fluke. Now, who should I pick?”

Jongho stared at Mingi meaningfully. “You should come to the club with us tomorrow evening.”

“How would that help?”

Jongho only shrugged. “I don’t know, but at least it would help you take your mind off this damn Dick Dilemma of yours.”

San nodded, eyes shut. He was definitely already tipsy. “For sure, for sure. You should come out with us tomorrow. Dick Dilemma.”

Mingi considered it. He had been to enough bars and clubs when he was still in college, but as he started getting into his job, he had stopped seeing the appeal. Everyone in the clubs seemed too young, and people in bars were just there to hookup. He relayed this information to his friends, expecting them to agree.

“Sure, so maybe you can find someone to hookup with to take your mind off this. A nice, refreshing one-night stand,” Wooyoung told him.

“Literally no one ever has described a one-night stand as nice and refreshing,” San grumbled. His head seemed to have naturally gravitated to Wooyoung’s lap.

“But a one-night stand is how I met you,” Wooyoung replied down at him, his eyebrows furrowed again.

“That wasn’t nice and refreshing. That night hit me like a freight truck, and suddenly I was drowning and you were the only one who could save me,” San said in a singsong voice from his spot between Wooyoung’s thighs.

Mingi looked back at Wooyoung, who was fighting not to smile at that. Mingi loved his friends so much, he loved how easy they were with each other, how they would do or say these sweet things to each other, and it was as natural to them as breathing. He wondered if he could ever have that too, watching Yunho smile like that at something Mingi had said, or Seonghwa watching him with those wide, twinkling eyes that seemed to light up when he found something amusing.

“Fine. I’ll come out with you guys,” Mingi said at last. Even if he couldn’t do anything about his crushes, at least he could get his dick sucked by someone mildly attractive. Hopefully.

The three of them cheered around him, and then continued to finish their soju bottles.

♡♡♡

Mingi regretted giving up his right to dress to Wooyoung as soon as Wooyoung showed up at his door the next day with a bag full of his clothes, his long hair pushed back off his forehead with sunglasses, and an apologetic-looking San by his side.

Now, Mingi was on the ten billionth outfit, his entire room messy with different clothes strewn across every inch of space, with Wooyoung standing over it with his arms crossed in front of him like some sort of cunty dictator.

“Give us a spin, darling,” Wooyoung chided as Mingi grumbled. This time, he was wearing a black mesh top that clung to everything under a wide, glossy red jacket that cropped below his ribcage and tight black pants. He lifted his arms like Baymax and did a little twirl for his audience.

“You look fucking hot,” Wooyoung cheered, his eyes lighting up. “This is the one, right?”

San looked up from his phone where he was sitting on the corner of the bed, his eyes widening. “Oh my god, definitely yes. You look very fuckable.”

Mingi turned to look at himself in the mirror. This top was something he always had, but never had the occasion to wear it because of how revealing it was. In the bright light of his room, he could clearly see the curves of his waist, his nipples, and his pierced belly button. Mingi smiled softly. He really did look fuckable.

He turned around at Wooyoung, who had been watching him with a satisfied smirk. “You can do my makeup, but you’re not touching my hair.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sometimes I forget how much of a typical Leo you are,” he replied, gathering a few of his clothes to stuff back into the bag. “I won’t mess with your mane.”

When the three of them finally finished getting ready, San took a few selfies, and Mingi thought all of them looked super intimidating, dressed mostly in all-black. They traipsed to the Uber together because they were meeting Jongho there—he knew a promoter there who would get them in for free since it was a high-end bar. Mingi was glad because he didn’t want to wait in line in the cold and pay an exorbitant cover charge along with their expensive drinks.

The first thing that hit Mingi when he walked in with the three of them was the loud music, then it was the stench of cologne and alcohol. Mingi wrinkled his nose and followed San toward their table which had tall jugs of vodka and orange juice. There was a crowd of people dancing to the deep bass of the thumping music in the center of the floor, and the bar was crowded with people trying to get drinks.

“I know you don’t like vodka, so if you want something else, go to the bar and order it under my name. They’ll add it to my promoter friend’s tab,” Jongho yelled in Mingi’s ear, pointing to the tall wall of drinks in the middle of the club.

Mingi nodded at him, memorizing which table was theirs under the dim lights of the club so he could find his way back. “Do you guys need anything?”

“Whiskey shots all around, please,” Wooyoung yelled back at him. “And get some lime wedges too.”

So Mingi made his way through the sweaty dancing bodies to the bar, strong-arming his way to a high seat. He needed a glass of something before joining the rest of his friends. He looked around behind him at the people dancing while he waited for the bartender to be less busy and come around towards him.

“Funny seeing you here, Mingi,” a voice abruptly said to his left, and when Mingi turned around to look, he felt like his eyes would fall out of his skull and roll away into oblivion.

It was Yunho, but it was Yunho wearing something that would feature in a Playgirl magazine. He had on a dark pinstripe vest with matching trousers, but with no shirt underneath. It was quite low-cut, so Mingi could see the assortment of chains and links that dangled on the bare skin of his chest. His hair was straight and fell over his dark eyes that flashed at him, and when Mingi looked at his arm that was resting on the counter next to him, he saw a bunch of silver rings and ring accessories adorning his long fingers. His bare arms were practically glowing under the blue lights of the club, and Mingi panic-noted the fact that he was so tall he almost covered Mingi completely as he stood beside him.

“Oh my god,” Mingi said, articulate as always, not being able to take his eyes off Yunho’s bare chest.

“It’s Yunho, but God works too,” he replied cheekily, lifting a gorgeous arm to signal at the bartender. “What do you want to drink?”

“A gin and tonic…and four shots of whiskey,” Mingi replied, half-dazed.

Yunho tilted his lips up in a smile at his order. “Planning to party by yourself?”

Mingi understood what he was saying and quickly shook his head. “No, the shots are for my friends over there,” he gestured vaguely towards where he thought his table was.

Yunho nodded, and quickly ordered for them, along with two dry martinis. Now it was Mingi’s turn to smile. “Party by yourself with the martinis?”

Yunho laughed and shook his head. “Those are for me and my boyfriend,” he replied breezily, and Mingi felt his stomach drop out of his torso.

Of course Yunho was already taken. Mingi straightened himself and shook off the flirty smile he had on. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were dating someone.”

Nevertheless, Yunho slid into the empty seat next to him. “Would you say something different if I wasn’t?”

Mingi stared at him for a while, looking at the dark eyeshadow around his bright eyes, and the curious tilt of his pretty lips. He was shaking his leg under the table, and it was making the heavy chains he was wearing jingle. He looked utterly confident, and not like someone who was looking to cheat on their partner.

Mingi sighed. He knew there had to be a red flag that he was missing—Yunho was too perfect to not have anything wrong with him. “Look, sir, I don’t know if there is something about me that looks like I would make the Other Woman, but I really don’t want to get between—”

Yunho moved his head back and laughed. “Trust me, you would not be getting in between anything, unless of course you mean physically.”

Mingi could feel the pinpricks of irritation on the back of his neck. He crossed his arms in front of himself in a defensive stance. “I really don’t care if—”

Yunho shut him up with a single look. He had stopped smiling. “Look, my boyfriend is right there,” he said, swiveling Mingi’s chair around so he could see the people at the other end of the room. Mingi searched for someone he would recognize because why would it matter who the boyfriend was, and he was about to turn around angrily to face Yunho again, when his eyes met with Seonghwa.

Mingi’s stomach dropped for the second time that night. Seonghwa was sitting in one of the crowded round promoter tables, his arms resting on the seat behind him and his legs crossed in front of him, and he was holding a thin flute of champagne. Mingi’s eyes moved down to his outfit, and he felt like someone was playing a joke on him. Seonghwa, who was always impeccably dressed in neat and conservative suits, was wearing something that looked like a fucking leather halter-neck bra under an oversized jacket and leather pants. His hair was messy and falling in waves over his eyes, and now that Mingi could basically see his entire bare torso, he spotted large tattoos all over his chest and waist. He looked like a demon from hell.

When Seonghwa’s eyes met Mingi’s, his pursed lips curled up in a dangerous smile. He tilted the glass towards him and raised an eyebrow, and suddenly the people dancing between them had vanished, leaving behind an expanse of desire in their place.

With that look, Mingi had the strongest desire to stand up, or straighten his back or something. Of course, of-fucking-course, the guy that Yunho was dating was fucking Seonghwa. The universe must be playing some joke on him. He thought of Jongho’s face when he told him about this later.

Mingi took in a long breath, and then turned back around to face Yunho again. “I didn’t know you were dating Seonghwa. I never saw you guys interact in the office.”

Yunho shrugged simply. “We can’t exactly makeout in front of the people in our workplace.”

Mingi’s brain short-circuited at the thought of watching Yunho and Seonghwa kiss in front of him. “Um…”

Yunho laughed at him. “Why don’t you deliver the drinks to your friends and come sit with us,” he propositioned.

Mingi nodded like an idiot, and attempted to pick up four shot glasses at once. Yunho gestured again to the bartender for a small tray, and gently set the drinks down on it for Mingi to take. “Clumsy, clumsy,” he tutted at the spilt drink on the counter. “I’ll be waiting for you here, okay?”

Making his way through the bodies was easy when he had a goal in mind. He quickly found their table and set the drinks down, impatiently waiting for them to pick up their glasses so he could take the shot too.

“Why are you in such a hurry,” Wooyoung asked from his seat, trying to speak around San sitting on his lap who was already turning pink.

Mingi dismissed him with a quick shrug, waiting for them to raise their glasses in a toast and downed the shot in one go. He didn’t even pick up a lime because he liked the taste of neat whiskey in his mouth. Then he leaned in towards Wooyoung to say quietly, “my sexy co-workers are here, both of them. Apparently they liked my vibe from across the bar.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened in a large smile, and then he cheered, slapping Mingi’s ass as he turned around. “The perfect conclusion to the Dick Dilemma, don’t you think,” he yelled loudly as Mingi walked away, and immediately shut up when Mingi sent a glare his way.

Yunho was patiently waiting for him in the same spot, and he watched Mingi pick up his gin and tonic before smiling at him. Mingi didn’t know if it was the whiskey or the smile that was already making him dizzy. He simply followed Yunho’s broad back to their table, sitting down between Seonghwa and Yunho, desperately clutching his drink to his chest because he was scared out of his mind.

“It’s nice to see you, Mingi,” Seonghwa said quietly, and Mingi leaned in to hear him. “I don’t think either of us have seen you outside the office.”

“Um, I haven’t seen either of you outside the office too, sir—sorry, I mean, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa let out a tinkling laugh at that, and Yunho leaned over Mingi from the other side to Seonghwa, “and he called me God while I was trying to pick him up earlier.”

Seonghwa shook his head at Yunho. “You shouldn’t feed his ego like that, you know.”

“What if he wants to feed my ego like that, what are you going to do about it?” Yunho said calmly, a hint of a smile on his face.

“This isn’t a competition, I’m sure Mingi likes both of us the same, right?” Seonghwa purred in his ear, and suddenly Mingi realized that both of them had a hand on each of his thighs.

“Uh…y—um, I mean, I—”

“Aw look, you’re turning as red as your jacket here,” Yunho slid a finger up to his collar, moving it so he had a clear view of Mingi’s face. “Are you embarrassed because you’ve never done this before?”

“Not, um, not really, but—”

“So you’ve fucked two people at once before?”

Mingi’s heart was in his throat because he had the world’s two most attractive people feeling him up and he didn’t know how to act appropriately. He wanted to stand up and run away screaming, but he realized that was not a viable course of action at the moment. “No, I just, uh, think you’re both really, um, hot,” Mingi whispered it like it was a secret.

Yunho and Seonghwa were both leaning in his space to hear him, and he could smell them both. Mingi closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the couch. He could feel Yunho on his right move up to take a full fucking sniff of his bare neck. “Did you just smell me?”

“How could I not, when you smell so edible. Like you were made to be bitten into,” Yunho said, his voice smooth like the whiskey he had drunk earlier.

“You’re overwhelming him,” Seonghwa said from his left, pushing Yunho back. “We kind of assumed you liked us from the way you looked at us in the office. Was that wrong?”

Mingi cursed at himself because apparently his pining had been that obvious. “No, you’re right, but, well…”

“But you like me a little better, right?” Yunho smiled up at him, his eyes glinting. “Seonghwa doesn’t know how to make a move.”

“He obviously likes me better. At least he sits and waits for me to show up to the break room to make a run for it. He only listens to you because you’re his manager,” Seonghwa was rolling his eyes.

“The key point to take away from that is that he runs away when he sees you. He’s never run away from me.”

“Again, that’s because you’re his boss, you insufferable idiot. He would be fired if he ran away every time you spoke to him.”

“Well, he’s not running away now, is he?”

Mingi looked between the two of them like it was a tennis match, eyes wide with fear. “I really don’t want to get in-between—”

“You’re in-between us right now. Is it so bad?” Seonghwa asked, his eyes lit up in amusement. “You can also get between us when we’re horizontal, preferably on a bed.”

Yunho groaned loudly at that. “That was such a bad line, Seonghwa. Please do better.”

Mingi looked up at that. “So you guys do this often?”

Seonghwa looked at him sharply at that. “Do we look like we do this often?”

“I mean—” he vaguely gestured at both of their bodies. “How could you not when you both look like…that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re someone who’s stepped out of my wet dreams,” Mingi said quietly before hiding his flushed face behind his drink.

Yunho grinned at that. “You have a lot of wet dreams about us?”

“Not a lot, just a normal amount. Just a little. A few times. Just once or twice,” Mingi stammered out.

“Really? What do we do in your dreams?” Seonghwa asked from his left, gazing up at him with his dark, slitted eyes, and Mingi lost his train of thought.

“Did you know that a lot of people believe that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body, but it actually isn’t,” Mingi rushed out, completely losing the plot. “The tongue is made up of eight different interwoven muscles, and the strongest muscle is actually the masseter, which is responsible for lifting up your jaw.”

Both of them were leaning back, looking confused. “Okay,” Yunho muttered while Seonghwa said, “why do you always do this?”

Mingi’s eyes were round and terrified. “Do what?”

“Say a random fact whenever I try to ask you anything?”

Mingi looked back down at his drink. “I just get really nervous around you, and when I get nervous, I tend to spit out random facts.”

“So you’re just nervous?” Yunho asked.

“Yeah,” Mingi replied sadly.

“That’s so cute,” Seonghwa said, smiling at him. Then he stood up abruptly. “You should finish your drink so we can go dance.”

Mingi chugged his gin till it burned his throat, swallowing the ice cubes and swirling it around his tongue. He liked the way it made the insides of his mouth numb. He was about to keep his glass down on the table so he could follow Seonghwa, but Yunho stopped him by grabbing the front of his jacket and pressing a hot kiss to his mouth. Mingi floundered for a second, before gaining his footing, sliding a palm around Yunho’s waist. The damn ice cube was still in his puffed-up mouth, and when Yunho pulled his lips apart with his teeth, the ice tumbled out of Mingi’s mouth and into Yunho’s mouth.

Mingi stood there gaping as he watched Yunho chew on the ice with a smug smile. “My martini was really warm, thanks,” he said as he walked up to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa was laughing and dragging Mingi to the middle of the crowd, pressing the front of his body to Mingi’s chest, and swaying with the music. When Mingi looked down at him, he realized that not only was Seonghwa-from-work wearing leather, but he was also grinding on him, brushing their pelvis together to the time of the beat. When he did a little body roll and went down, he was looking straight up into Mingi’s eyes, and his tongue flicked out to swipe over his lips, leaving a wet trail behind that glinted in the sharp colorful lights that were moving around them. Mingi’s arm went out by themselves to wrap around Seonghwa’s waist before he did something stupid, like fall down out of pure shock.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he could feel Yunho behind him, his entire front pressed to Mingi’s back and his hands on Mingi’s waist. He moved his head till his mouth was right beside Mingi’s ears, “your waist is so small it should be a sin, princess,” he whispered to him, and Mingi shivered at the tone of his voice.

Mingi could barely hear the music over the roaring in his ears, and he chose to focus on awkwardly two-stepping to the side so it looked like he was dancing and not just standing between two of the sexiest people in the world, trying with all his willpower to not pop a boner in the middle of these strangers.

But Mingi’s resolve shattered when Seonghwa turned around to press his ass to his crotch, still moving to the beat like some sort of demon snake. Mingi decided it was enough. He grabbed Seonghwa’s waist tightly to stop him. “Please,” he begged softly in Seonghwa’s left ear. “Please fuck me before I cum in my pants in the middle of this damn club.”

Seonghwa stilled and turned around to face Mingi, grabbing his chin with two fingers and pulling it down. “Will you behave for us, pretty?”

Something switched off in Mingi’s brain at that, and he rushed forward to lave at Seonghwa’s neck because he just had to touch more. Seonghwa’s long hair tickled Mingi’s nose as he licked the skin of his neck, which was salty with sweat. “Yes, yes, I’ll do anything. Anything for you,” he murmured in Seonghwa’s ear between kisses and licks. He could still feel Yunho pressed up behind him, and he rolled his hips so he could feel Yunho’s semi between his ass cheeks.

Yunho leaned around Mingi to whisper something to Seonghwa, and Mingi could only stare with wide eyes, hoping that he didn’t make a fool out of himself, and that they weren’t changing their minds or something.

“Can we take you back to our apartment,” Yunho asked him. “Or are you planning to freak out and run away?”

Mingi stared at both of them. “You guys live together?” He had never seen them come into the office at the same time, but maybe he just hadn’t been looking properly.

Seonghwa nodded. “Yeah. Come back so we can fuck you properly?”

Mingi agreed as enthusiastically as he could, taking out his phone to quickly text Wooyoung and Jongho while they waited for their car so they wouldn’t search for him later.

Then the three of them were squished in the back while a chauffeur drove them to their apartment. Mingi squinted his eyes at the guy driving them. “Are you both secretly super rich or something?”

Yunho was looking out of the window of the car, his chin on his arm that he had propped up. He didn’t look at Mingi, but simply shrugged. “Not really.”

Mingi believed it, but that ended when he saw their apartment. It was definitely not something you could afford on a manager’s salary. “Liar,” he pointed at them as he obediently followed them into a large, opulent lobby with a doorman that greeted them both by name.

“My overbearing family likes to keep tabs on us, and this is the price, I guess,” Seonghwa muttered as he led them to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. “If they spent the same time—”

Mingi looked up at him when he stopped talking and found them both staring at him under the bright yellow lights of the elevator. “What? What is it? Do I have something on me?” Mingi patted himself down.

“You have a belly button piercing?” Yunho gritted out, pressing himself against the wall of the elevator.

Mingi had forgotten that they could basically see everything with how sheer his top was. He nodded at them, staring down at the small diamond stud nestled in his stomach. “I do, got it ages ago. I usually hide it well, though.”

Yunho turned around away from Mingi and mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, “why didn’t I notice before?”

“I’m thinking of getting my dick pierced next,” Mingi remarked arbitrarily as the elevator slowly climbed the floors. “Either a Prince Albert, or just a scrotum piercing. Do you think it would look good on me?”

Instead of answering, Seonghwa whirled around to press a hand directly on his half-hard cock through his pants. Mingi let out a tiny yelp and fell back against the wall of the elevator. “That’s dangerous territory, pretty,” Seonghwa mouthed in his ears. “Are you a pain slut, or just like pretty things decorating your body?”

“B-both?”

The elevator let out a ding, and Seonghwa moved away from him. Mingi could already feel the loss of warmth. “Good to know,” he said, before following Yunho out. From behind them, Mingi could see that the tips of both their ears were red. He applauded himself for a second before going after them.

Their apartment was the one at the end of the long hallway, and the moment he entered it, he could tell it was an adult apartment. It was decorated uniformly, not a thing out of place, a type of cleanliness you can only achieve with money and housekeepers. Mingi watched them carelessly toss their jackets aside, motioning at Mingi to do the same. So he did, folding it neatly before placing it over the couch. It was Wooyoung’s jacket, and if he got a single mark on it, he would be strangled to death with the same jacket.

“That’s the bedroom,” Seonghwa pointed at the large wooden door that Yunho had disappeared behind. “And this is our kitchen. Do you want a drink?”

Mingi looked over at the glass bar cabinet and he felt like giggling. Who in their right mind had enough money for a bar cabinet at their age? “Whatever you’re drinking is fine.”

While Seonghwa poured a fancy bottle of whiskey in three fancy glass tumblers, Mingi awkwardly sat himself at the kitchen island. He looked behind him at the giant floor-to-ceiling French windows which were open to the empty balcony, curtains tied on the sides. There wasn’t any light in the room except for the distant city lights from the buildings that seemed miles away. Mingi crossed his bare arms over his chest because he was suddenly feeling exposed wearing a skimpy mesh shirt.

“You’re really one-of-a-kind, Mingi. Did you know that? I’ve never met anyone like you.” Seonghwa was beside him by his elbow.

Mingi flushed at the compliment, accepting the drink with a stuttered thanks. He had honestly expected them to just drag him to bed with them, but this was nice too. He wondered if this was something they would do with him often, or if it was just a one-time thing.

So he took a large sip, gathered the courage, and asked. “Is this a one-time thing?”

Seonghwa smiled at him. “It can be a how-many-ever-times-you-want thing.”

Mingi frowned at that. “You mean with the sex, right?”

Seonghwa was sitting in the dark kitchen in only his leather top, his stomach bunching up over his black pants. His inquisitive gaze burned Mingi’s entire body. “That’s something we should discuss when we’re all sober, isn’t it?”

Mingi could almost feel himself shrink back into his own body, his eyes shuttering off. But before he could brush it off, Seonghwa was in front of him, his palms cradling his face. “Look, I really like you, and I know Yunho does too. I just meant that we need to establish some boundaries because we all work in the same space before rushing into anything. You’re special, and I promise I’m not using you for sex or something insane like that.”

“Okay,” Mingi said simply. He didn’t mind trusting them on this.

Seonghwa’s grin at his reply was blinding. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you?”

Mingi pouted. “No, I’m not.”

“Just a big, pretty baby,” Seonghwa muttered against his lips. Mingi could smell the whiskey on his breath and he was already intoxicated. “My prettiest baby,” he said, before finally pressing their lips together.

The kiss had the same effect as a bolt of electricity passing through his spinal cord, and Mingi sat up straighter as Seonghwa coaxed his lips open with his wet tongue. Slow, lazy beats filtered from speakers somewhere, but Mingi barely heard it. Mingi let out a soft moan when he finally felt Seonghwa’s tongue in his mouth, brushing against his teeth and grazing against his own. Seonghwa was using his own teeth to bite softly at Mingi’s bottom lip. Mingi usually tended to bite his lips raw, so when Seonghwa tore a bit of skin with his sharp incisors, it was so painful that it felt good.

“You’ve started without me,” an amused voice called to them from behind Mingi, and Seonghwa finally moved away from a dazed Mingi to say, “come and get a taste, he’s so sweet.”

Yunho finished his drink in one large gulp and moved to kiss Mingi, zoning in on the small cut on his bottom lip. He bent down to take Mingi’s lower lip in his mouth, and to Mingi’s immense pleasure, sucked on it till the blood was flowing freely. When Yunho finally leaned back, his perfect teeth were stained with blood. Mingi’s blood. Mingi wanted to jump out of their fancy French windows.

“You taste so sweet,” Yunho said, darting his tongue out to lick his teeth clean. “Can I suck you off?”

The option to jump out of the window from the pure shock factor he felt was still there, but instead, he just nodded. He made his way to get up, but Seonghwa had his hands pressing down on his thighs, undoing his belt and letting his hard cock spring free.

“You’re sitting down right here,” Seonghwa whispered in his ear, moving his hands to grip his neck, turning his face up to him so he could continue kissing him. Mingi had his eyes screwed shut, but he let out a loud yelp when he felt a warm, wet mouth around his cock. Mingi flailed for a second, trying to regain his balance at the sudden sensation, then curled one hand around Seonghwa’s waist and another in Yunho’s perfectly styled hair. He hoped it didn’t hurt from the way he was curling his fingers in it.

Mingi opened his eyes to look at how Yunho looked, and he almost came on the spot. His thin lips that Mingi had only seen with the most polite smiles was stretched wide, his eyelashes fluttering over his bunched-up cheeks, and his hands gripping Mingi’s waist, holding him down. He had finally managed to mess up his perfect hair, and it was sticking up in weird angles.

“Look at him, my champion cock-sucker,” Seonghwa said to him, taking a lobe into his mouth and sucking on it until Mingi whined. “Does it feel good, pretty?”

Mingi could only nod once again, his hands frantically tapping on Yunho’s shoulder because he was about to spill down his throat. But right before he felt his orgasm, Yunho popped off, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm.

The whine that Mingi let out this time was embarrassingly loud, and it made Seonghwa chuckle in his ear. “Where’s the fun if you cum so early?”

“Please,” he could only whimper, hands sliding up to Seonghwa’s chin. “Do something, anything. I’ve been half-hard since I saw you at the club.”

Seonghwa moved away so Yunho could slide a hand under his thighs and carry him bridal-style to the bedroom, and Mingi hid his red face in Yunho’s neck, refusing to look at how he looked with his stupid cock bobbing in front of Yunho’s chest as his tight pants bunched around his knees.

The bedroom was dark too except for the open windows, and the bed was impeccably made, but Mingi didn’t have a chance to comment on it before Yunho was throwing him on the bed and turning his body around so his bare ass was in the air.

Mingi clenched the sheets with both his hands when he felt a tame slap on his ass, and then the same tongue that had been in his mouth enter his clenched asshole.

There were times when Mingi knew he looked hot, and struggling on a bed with his ass pushed up, mouth open as he struggled to hold in his moans, his thick lips pink and wet—this was one of those times. He opened his eyes to look up at Yunho, and the gleaming eyes on his otherwise blank face looking down on him was doing things to him. Seonghwa was making these filthy noises as he licked inside him, curling his long tongue in a way that made Mingi see stars. He wondered for a brief moment how he would face Seonghwa later that week in the office, watch him speak without remembering that his tongue had been inside his ass.

Yunho tapped Seonghwa’s shoulders when Mingi’s moans got louder, and Seonghwa moved away, leaving Mingi to whine at how he had just been on the brink of orgasm again.

“Mean,” he pouted up at them, wiggling his ass. “You both are so mean. Let me cum.”

Yunho cocked his head to the side, only watching him as Seonghwa brought something out from the nightstand next to the bed. Then Yunho was taking his trousers off and lying down on the bed against the headrest as Seongwha poured an obscene amount of cold lube between Mingi’s ass cheeks. “Ride me,” Yunho said plainly, like he was asking him to analyze data back at the office. “Come here, on top of me.”

Mingi kicked off his pants, climbing over him with his thighs on either side of him, sliding down as quickly as he could before they could change their mind. He was already loose from Seonghwa’s tongue, so the stretch felt so good. Yunho’s cock was long and curved, and Mingi genuinely believed that he could sit like this around his cock forever.

But before Mingi could move, Seonghwa was behind him, inching an extra finger inside him next to Yunho’s cock.

The extra stretch made Mingi pause, his trembling thighs holding him up because he didn’t want to fall down. “No, no, that’s going to hurt,” he whined, trying to look back at Seonghwa’s slitted eyes. “Don’t put anymore in me.”

Something in Seonghwa’s eyes softened, but he didn’t relent, pushing in another finger next to the first one. The stretch was impossibly good because he could feel every ridge and crevice of Seonghwa’s knuckles with how tight it was pushed up against his walls. “You’re taking us both at once, or you’re not taking either of us.”

Mingi’s eyes widened at that, his palms scrambling for purchase over Yunho’s chest. He knew that he could refuse if he wanted, but he also wanted to see how far they would take him. Seonghwa was right behind him now, and Mingi could hear the clear sound of Seonghwa jerking himself off with the excess lube dripping from Mingi’s hole.

“Come on, princess,” Yunho said from below him. He had a desperate look in his eyes that Mingi had never seen on him before. “Relax and unclench. Your ass is going to cut my dick off with how tight it is.”

Yunho thrust up before Mingi could process, his hands firm on Mingi’s waist. Right as he slid out, Seonghwa was sliding in behind him. His cock was slightly shorter, but it was much thicker, and Mingi wailed with how good it felt having two cockheads rubbing together inside him.

They set a pace after that, Yunho thrusting up when Seonghwa slid out of him, both of them grunting at how fast they were going. Mingi felt his shaky arms give out beneath him, and he fell forward to Yunho’s chest as both of them brutally rammed into him. Mingi knew that even if he remotely tried to clench down it would hurt, so he just allowed himself to relax, letting out low moans when either of their cocks hit his prostate. He was never empty as both of them moved inside him, blissfully allowing himself to switch his mind off, mouth open as he drooled on Yunho’s warm chest.

Mingi finally came with a shout when Seonghwa sneaked one hand to his leaking cock and Yunho moved one of his hands down to ruck up his shirt, placing two fingers around his piercing, and pulling as hard as he could. It hurt so bad, but that combined with the feeling of the two of them continuously hitting his prostate, he felt his orgasm harder than he ever had in his life.

Then both of them were cumming inside him at the same time with matching groans of their own, and Mingi didn’t even care about the mess of lube, spit and cum that was going to be leaking from him later.

Mingi promptly checked out after that, hazily noting how gentle Seonghwa was when he was wiping him off with a wet towel. His entire body was floating, the skin of his arms and legs burning like he just had a solid workout. He reminded himself to check on his piercing later because he was pretty sure it was bleeding. Or maybe it was just his own cum that was making it feel cold and slick against his tummy. From his spot on the bed, he could also see Yunho and Seonghwa kiss each other, desperate and passionate, so Mingi closed his eyes.

Someone was tucking him under the covers, sliding his dirty mesh shirt off him and replacing it with a soft cotton t-shirt. “Thank you,” he murmured to whoever was nearest him. He was already half asleep with the feeling of two warm bodies on either side of him. “I promise I’ll leave as soon as my legs start working again.” He genuinely meant that because he didn’t want to bother them by being needy.

A voice shushed him from his left. “You can stay as long as you want, we would love to have you.”

Something in that voice bothered him, but Mingi fell asleep before he could figure out what exactly it was.

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When Mingi woke up the next morning, his head and ass were both hurting. He took in a long, deep breath and it smelled like air freshner, the expensive kind that smelled like lemongrass and came out of an electric box.

Mingi opened his eyes to a brightly lit room, harsh sunlight rolling in from the gigantic windows. He was curled up in the middle of the bed, and when he looked around, the room was completely empty.

Last night’s conversations came back to him in painful bits and pieces. Did Seonghwa and Yunho expect him to let himself out alone?

Then he looked down at himself, and he realized that he was relatively clean, wearing a faded yellow shirt that fell to his thighs and nothing else. He would have waited for the two of them to come back if he was patient, but he had to pee really bad, and he was slightly annoyed that both of them just left him without saying anything.

Mingi groaned as he stood up, straightening the shirt he was wearing and looking for his missing clothes around the room. He trudged heavily to the bathroom connecting to the bedroom, and then looked at himself in the mirror above the large sink. His dark makeup had smudged, foundation bleeding to his neck and eyeliner spread around his squinted eyes like a panda. There was a large, red gash on his bottom lip from when Seonghwa had mauled him like an animal, and it burned every time he moved his mouth. The sunlight hurt his head when he peed, and he chastised himself for not bringing his everyday sunglasses to the club last night.

Maybe his clothes were in the living room, Mingi thought to himself as he cleaned his hands and face with cold water in the wide sink, using one of the rolled up towels next to it to pat himself dry.

But when he unhappily dragged himself to the living room, he realized that both Yunho and Seonghwa were there, waiting for him. They were both wearing dark trousers and white button ups with the collar undone and no tie. Yunho sat on the large couch with a black iPad propped up against his knees, and Seonghwa was sitting on the kitchen island in front of a large mug of something steaming. They both looked up at him in unison when he walked through the door.

“Good morning, Mingi,” Yunho said brightly from the couch, but Mingi was having none of it.

“You both left me,” he pouted as soon as he saw their polite smiles. It was unfair how put-together they looked when Mingi was basically naked from the waist down. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“We never left, darling. We were right here,” Seonghwa got up from his seat, his eyes kind and beckoning as he dragged Mingi towards the couch to sit between them. Mingi missed having his underwear, and didn’t like the feeling of the sticky leather against his bare ass.

“Are you two going to work or something? On a Sunday?” He asked, looking between them.

“Just a few online meetings,” Yunho dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “The important thing is, how are you feeling?”

“Good. Actually no, I’m feeling bad. I can’t find my clothes, and I woke up to a cold bed. Plus, my ass hurts.”

Seonghwa laughed at that. “Does my poor baby want a massage,” he said, sneaking his arms around his waist.

“No,” Mingi replied seriously, moving away before they started feeling him up again. “You’re both forbidden to go near my ass till you pay the Ass Tax.”

“What’s the Ass Tax,” Yunho asked, amused.

“Food and cuddles,” Mingi said simply, tucking his legs under him. “And preferably telling me where my clothes are because I don’t want to sit on your expensive couch butt-ass naked.”

This time, both of them laughed, and Mingi secretly congratulated himself for being hilarious. Seonghwa moved forward to press kisses to his cheeks and neck, and Yunho interlaced their fingers together. “Your clothes are in the wash, we got some cum on it and we couldn’t wipe it off that stubborn material. How about you borrow some of our clothes and we go out somewhere for brunch?”

Mingi groaned, playing it up and throwing his head back as Seonghwa pulled his legs over his own lap. He wrapped his arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders like a koala and frowned back at Yunho. “If I’m not being carried there, I don’t want to go.”

But despite his protests, when Yunho stood up, Mingi did too. He allowed them to dress him in Seonghwa’s loose sweatpants and Yunho’s large shirt. He begged them for a pair of sunglasses, but they refused, demanding that they had to see his pretty eyes, or some sappy shit like that. Mingi was smiling the entire time, despite his headache.

Brunch was nice, and Mingi really enjoyed getting to know both of them better and what they liked to do outside of work. They sat outside the bistro in the spring breeze, and had eggs and fruits in various forms with coffee.

The question that had been bothering him since the night before was rising in his throat the more time he spent with them, so when they were paying the bill, he turned to both of them and asked quietly, “can this be a proper date? Preferably followed by more dates in the future?”

Yunho took his face in his hands and kissed him softly with none of the aggression from last night. Then he turned to Seonghwa, who pressed tiny little kisses on his lips and all over his face. “A date it is,” he whispered to him, pressing their foreheads together.

Mingi let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. His mouth tasted like coffee, Yunho, and Seonghwa. His heart was full.

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