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Minho remembers the first time he found out he was in an arranged marriage, it was after he had come home with his first boyfriend when he was seventeen. His parents had seemed to love Jisung, and Minho felt the same. But that night his dad had sat him down, telling him it was time he knew.
It had been a business deal, Minho's future was sold away for a business deal. Well, not just Minho, but whichever f*ck he had to marry from the Kim family.
He remembers turning eighteen and telling his dad he would NOT be marrying some random person that he had never met before. The conversation was as clear in his mind as if it were yesterday.
"Dad there is no way in hell I'm doing that. I'm in a relationship, a HAPPY relationship." Minho crossed his arms over his chest and watched as his dad slid a hand into his hair.
"Look Minho, years ago his father and I made a business agreement, our two companies could merge by having our kids get married. It's a done deal." Minho just huffed.
"Yeah, well what are you getting out of it now hm?" Minho knew it was a dirty play to bring up Kim's company going bankrupt and shutting down, but still, his dad didn't play fair so neither would he.
"In this economy, companies crash sometimes, it's the way the world goes. It's not ideal, but we can hardly blame Mr. Kim for what happened, he was no fool he wouldn't have let it go without a fight." Before his son could retort Mr. Lee spoke again.
"Look Minho, you have three years before you have to marry him, and even then the contract is good for a year, or until his son wants a divorce. So I don't care if you cheat, or do whatever you want, you just have to stay married for one FULL year then whatever happens, happens."
Minho was given too much information at once, and instead of trying to figure any of it out, he left.
Or until he wanted a divorce huh? He could work with that.
Three years passed and before he knew it he was meeting his husband-to-be six months before the wedding.
Neither had been keen on meeting the other and so they did their best to avoid each other until it was inevitable.
And there standing in the doorway of Seungmin's frankly dingy house, a tall skinny boy in front of him. He could say he was most definitely NOT impressed.
"You must be Minho!" Seungmin had a gentle smile on his face the Minho did not reciprocate.
"Yeah. And you're what, Seong-ha?" Minho knew his name he just wanted to be an ass, so sue him.
The younger visibly deflated at this before correcting him. "Seungmin actually."
Minho shrugged. "Yeah, sure.
It was safe to say that they did not get along. It hadn't taken long for Minho to tell Seungmin that he was in a relationship and that he would marry out of the fact that it was forced, and in no way did he want it.
Seungmin learned early on that he wasn't loved by Minho, but yet Seungmin fell in love the first time he laid eyes on the man. Granted he knew he was an asshole, yet he could not say no to the almost magnetic attraction. Maybe, it was the sheer arduousness of convincing someone who lacked the ability to accept any form of affection, or was that just it, was there something innate, a wonder that he could not make out that pulled at his heartstrings?
Although Minho`s hard exterior was too strong for Seungmin to break through, he found himself trying to break down the barriers the elder man had constructed around himself. He tried to be gentle and talk to him, wanting them to find a place where they would agree.
However much he pushed him, Minho was always stern and reserved as if the walls around him had been a tight fit. Seungmin felt so defeated, no matter his efforts they were useless.
During the time between them and their wedding date and with each passing month, the problems between them had been rising in their eyes. On almost all topics, they differed, from the most trifle matters like what to have for the dinners their parents made them have, to the things they wanted in their apartment they would share.
And before they knew it, the wedding was here. Seungmin walked down the aisle with his dad, and he couldn't help but stare at how gorgeous his husband looked. He dreamed of maybe falling in love, of having a fairytale ending.
But that was ridiculous. Dreams were for kids.
Seungmin spent his wedding night crying himself to sleep in the spare bedroom of Minho's apartment.
Life moved on, and Seungmin got a job helping sing and produce music with a guy named Chan. He was sweet, and in another life, he could've seen himself falling in love with him, if it weren't for Chan's sweet boyfriend, he just might've.
Seungmin didn't believe in true love until he met Chan and Felix. It was as if they were made for each other. He watched as Felix made Chan giggle, and Chan watched Felix as if he hung the stars in the sky.
Seungmin wanted that, but alas the man he loved was in another relationship.
Minho also happened to be a massive asshole. He would bring his boyfriend to their shared apartment, and while there isn't anything inherently wrong with that, he would loudly f*ck Jisung in every possible area that wasn't Seungmin's bedroom.
Seungmin knows he does it to get under his skin, to show rebellion against his parents, and to make Seungmin divorce him when the time comes. But a year was coming to a close and Seungmin had no plans of divorcing the man.
If he wanted to make Seungmin miserable he could make Minho miserable too.
Three days until their one-year anniversary, Seungmin was leaning on the kitchen counter when Minho sauntered through the door.
He entered the kitchen not bothering to acknowledge the younger who was on his phone.
He fixed himself a glass of water before looking toward Seungmin.
"I filed the papers for divorce for you," Minho said taking another sip of water.
Seungmin didn't even glance up from his phone before replying, "I don't want one."
Minho slammed the glass onto the counter and the tension seeped into the room.
"What the f*ck do you mean you don't want a divorce? Seungmin looked up at Minho at this.
"Because I'm comfortable where I'm at." Minho clenched his fist till his knuckles turned white.
"Is it because your family is poor? And you need to live off of my money so that you can pay off their debt?"
Seungmin knew the older was trying to piss him off, and he knew exactly what buttons to push to get there.
"Is that what you are Seungmin? A gold digger? I mean you'd be homeless if it weren't for me."
Seungmin crossed the room to where the older stood and grabbed him by the collar.
"Shut up Lee Minho." Seungmin gritted through his teeth. His anger only seemed to fuel the other, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Or what LEE Seungmin?" Minho purposefully brought out the same last name card knowing Seungmin hated it. When getting married Seungmin's father had insisted on Seungmin taking the Lee last name, and it was still something that the younger man fumed over.
Seungmin let go of Minho's collar roughly turned around and left for his room. That night Minho brought Jisung over and f*cked him on the couch.
Seungmin shoved earbuds in trying to drown out the noises, though it didn't seem to work well.
The day of their anniversary Seungmin woke to find the papers for divorce sitting outside his door, already signed by the other man.
Seungmin shoved them inside the drawer of his desk refusing to give the man any kind of satisfaction, he was not going to lose this fight.
Minho decided to make his life a living hell, eating all of Seungmin's snacks he bought for himself. Taking all of the hot water in the shower, and knowing Seungmin didn't wake up till after the older had already left for work, he would slam pots and pans, play music loudly, and make as much noise as physically possible to wake the other.
Yet Seungmin ignored it, knowing that not filing the divorce papers was the revenge he craved.
Seungmin found himself in the studio exhausted and staring at the wall blankly.
"Hey Seungmin, are you alright?" Chan was worried about the younger, his dark circles were prominent and he looked close to tears every damn second of the day.
"Seungmin?" At this, the singer seemed to come back to earth.
"Yeah, Hyung?" Chan sighed.
"I asked if you were alright?" Seungmin flushed embarrassed, before nodding.
"It's about Minho isn't it?" Seungmin scoffed at his name. "No, not everything is about that asshole."
Chan nodded not responding figuring the other would continue speaking.
He was right.
"He keeps eating all my stuff, taking the hot water, and waking me up even though he KNOWS I get in late!" Seungmin was throwing his arms around dramatically anger pulsing through his blood.
"I haven't had a hot shower in weeks Hyung! WEEKS!" then as if the energy was sucked out of him, Seungmin flopped back into his seat slouching.
"Seungmin-ah, he wants the divorce, and you clearly aren't happy either." There was a pause before Chan continued. "Why don't you just sign the papers?"
Seungmin rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, and let him go marry Jisung and live happily ever after? No, I can't let him win."
Chan nodded and braced himself for his next question to the younger.
"Do you think it's more than that Minnie?" Seungmin turned to look at the older confused.
"Are you perhaps in love with Minho?" Chan asked gently.
Seungmin's eyes widened. "WHAT?! NO! Never! He's a self-absorbed rich asshole who doesn't give a f*ck about anyone else's feelings other than his own!"
Chan nodded listening. "And what about Jisung? Why are you so mad at him?" Seungmin huffed.
"Because he's also a self-absorbed asshole." Chan shook his head.
"Seungmin, I never mentioned this, but Sungie is one of my best friends. Has been since college."
Seungmin whipped his head around to face the older.
"He's also one of the sweetest guys I know. He always cares so much about others and trying to help."
Seungmin once again felt embarrassed. "I've never actually talked to him before hyung, I'm sorry."
Chan smiled. "it's okay Seungmin. If you've never talked to him, then why are you so mad?"
Seungmin felt a lump in his throat he couldn’t swallow. "Because I'm jealous okay?"
The older didn't expect the younger to yell and was shocked by it.
"Because why does he get all of Minho's attention? Why does he get all of his love? Why do I never get a chance to prove to him that I can be all of the things that he loves about Jisung?" Seungmin held his head in his hands as his shoulders shook with cries.
"Seungmin-ah I'm sorry this is the way it turned out. But for your sake, you have to let go. You're only hurting yourself now."
Seungmin nodded, before wiping his tears and informing the older that he was going to take a half day and go home.
And that's what he did.
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As Seungmin arrived home, he found Minho sitting on the couch, seemingly lost in thought. For a moment, he let eyes his eyes linger, and Seungmin felt a pang of longing deep within him. But he quickly pushed it aside, reminding himself of all the pain Minho had caused him.
He didn't bother to wipe the tears that were racing down his cheeks, taking off his shoes and hanging his coat.
"Jisung is coming over tonight so you might want to wear hea-" Minho cut himself off as he saw Seungmin's red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"What the f*ck is wrong with you?" Minho questioned.
Seungmin didn't have it in him to argue with the man today so he mumbled out a "nothing" and tried to go toward the kitchen for water.
Minho got up following.
"The f*ck you mean nothing? You look like someone just killed your puppy or some sh*t, it's kind of pathetic." Seungmin rounded on him, more anger in his eyes than sadness now.
"Can you just f*ck off? Look I know you don't care about me, but for f*ckS SAKE you don’t always have to be such an asshole to me!"
Minho was taken aback, the younger never really had talked to him like that before. He felt as if he should be proud, but all that he felt was the guilt that ate away at him.
"Was it Chan? Did he fire you?" Seungmin set his cup down and turned to him. "No Minho, he's actually been the kindest person to me since I was forced to marry you." Minho furrowed his brow.
"OH yeah! Did you forget that I was ALSO forced to marry you? If I had to choose I never would have met you!" Minho crowed Seungmin against the counter anger and something else flaring inside his chest.
"Then sign the papers Seungmin." Seungmin held his stare a fire that the older had never seen before in his eyes.
"No." Seungmin then smiled but it wasn't a happy smile, it was pained.
"Because me staying married to you makes you so miserable I just can't give that up yet." Minho clenched his jaw
“I don’t understand you.” Minho spat
"I don't understand you either, Minho!" Seungmin shot back, his voice tinged with fury. "Do you think I enjoy this? Do you think I wake up every morning, thrilled to spend another day trapped in this hellhole of a marriage?"
His words hung heavy in the air, the tension between them crackling like electricity. Seungmin could feel the rage boiling beneath his skin, threatening to consume him if he didn't release it.
"You treat me like garbage, Minho," he continued, his voice rising with each word. "You belittle me, you disrespect me, and you make it abundantly clear that you couldn't care less about my feelings. So don't you dare stand there and act like I'm the one at fault here!"
Minho's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to contain the rage within him. "You're just as much to blame for this mess as I am, Seungmin," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.
Seungmin felt a surge of indignation rise within him, his hands trembling with suppressed anger. "Oh, so now it's my fault?" he snarled, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Tell me, Minho, how exactly am I to blame for your inability to treat me like a f*cking human being?"
"I gave you an out Seungmin, if you would just sign those damn papers this would all be over! Then you could run to your little Chan and he will make you feel better." Minho spat.
"What the f*ck is that? Chan is in a relationship with Felix. Besides, when have I EVER said anything to you about your relationship with Jisung? Unlike you, I actually have friends who care about me and treat me with respect."
Minho's eyes narrowed, a sneer twisting his features. "Respect? You want respect from me?" he scoffed. "You're the one who's been parading around like some kind of martyr, acting like you're the victim in all of this."
Seungmin's fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to control his temper. "I'm not the one who's been flaunting my affair in front of the person I'm supposed to be married to," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.
Minho's face darkened, his eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you," he growled, taking a step closer to Seungmin. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I was in a relationship far before I met you."
"Really? Are you sure you still love each other? You guys are more f*ck buddies than boyfriends." Minho shoved Seungmin back against the counter at that, having enough of him.
Seungmin winced as the granite dug into his back.
"Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you." Minho snarled his face so close to the younger's he could feel his puff against his cheek.
Seungmin felt something hot stir within him, his stomach twisting in knots.
“Get away, you dick.” Seungmin’s voice was much smaller than he would’ve liked, internally cursing himself.
The insufferable smirk appeared back on the elder's face before he leaned closer to the younger man’s ear.
“Yeah? I don’t think you want me to go anyway.”
Well, sh*t.
“Hm Seungminnie? You like me right where I am don’t you?”
And Minho was being shoved across the kitchen and the younger man bolted to his room.
Seungmin could hear the man’s laughter ring in his ears even as he sat with his knees to his chest back pressed against the door.
Seungmin decided he needed a night for himself, so he filled himself up.
He chose the pants that made his ass look the best and a shirt that was sheer and lacy.
He did his eyeliner, put glitter on his lids, and lipstick on that make his lips look plush.
And yeah he could admit he looked hot.
Black boots and soon enough he was leaving his bedroom.
He could hear soft voices in the living room, and he felt sick. He faltered.
Should he go back to his room?
No. He was not going to let Minho ruin his fun night out.
He walked determined down the hall and saw Jisung and Minho sitting next to each other on the couch chatting.
They stopped when they saw the younger, and then there was a low whistle.
“Damn Seungmin, you look delicious.” Jisung eyed the younger with lustful eyes, til he was hit upside the head by his boyfriend.
“What? Can a man not appreciate another man’s attractiveness?”
Minho ignored him in favor of asking the man where he was going.
“Not your business actually.” Was Seungmin’s cold response, shrugging on his coat.
And then he left.
Minho was angry at being brushed off. Right?
There wasn’t anything else there that could’ve made him so angry.
Seungmin was going out. most likely to a bar, where men would buy him drinks, and dance with him, and someone if they were lucky would take him home.
Minho jumped on Jisung slotting their lips together in haste, anger and arousal pulsating through his blood.
“f*ck Min, does Minnie get you that hot and bothered?” Jisung hissed through the hand that was now palming his erection.
‘Your more f*ck buddies than boyfriends’ Seungmin’s taunting voice rang in his ears.
“Shut the f*ck up Sungie.”
Seungmin arrived at the bar and ordered some fruity drink he couldn't remember the name of. It didn't take him long before a man was coming to sit next to him.
He was taller than Seungmin, his hair dark and long. And he was dressed in clothes that fit him well showing off his lean figure.
He was hot, to put it plainly.
"Hey, pretty thing. Are you here alone?" Seungmin smiled at the man.
"Yeah, wanted a fun night out," Seungmin replied, taking another snip of his drink.
"Well, I'm Hyunjin, and I can guarantee a fun night if you're with me." The man Hyunjin winked at the younger and Seungmin knew the implications of that, flushing red.
"Okay, want to dance then?" Hyunjin grabbed Seungmin's hand leading them to the dance floor, and it didn't take long before they were back getting more drinks and then dancing once more.
Seungmin realized he might've been a little too drunk, but yet he couldn't care less as he ground back on Hyunjin, the older coming to rest his hands on Seungmin's hips pulling him closer.
The touch of Hyunjin's palms against Seungmin's skin sent a wave of shivers through him as they danced on. He was aware of how hot it was between them and was sure that the excitement was heightening with every second.
Right then, Hyunjin moved closer, and he breathed against Seungmin's ear, whispering, "Hey baby wanna go to my place?"
Seungmin's heart did a little dance upon hearing the idea, switching himself to thinking of all the possibilities and getting himself ready for it
Seungmin did not hesitate and nodded to his question with a flush on his cheeks as he met Hyunjin's gaze. The two of them knew it was time so they pushed their way off the bar which was full of people, and when the taxi showed up, they both rushed to it clambering inside.
The ride was a blur of heated touches and making out, until they eventually arrived at Hyunjin's apartment. There Hyunjin pushed Seungmin up on the door leaving kisses down his jaw and on his neck, before then leaving hickeys in his wake.
They stumbled into bed where Seungmin thought he might had the best night of his life, Hyunjin was gifted in many areas.
Minho lay sated and out of breath on the couch next to Jisung stuck on what Seungmin had said.
When was the last time they had gone on a date? Or gotten together to watch a movie, or cook dinner?
For f*cks sake when was the last time they had a normal conversation that didn’t involve sex?
They really were just f*ck buddies.
Minho turned his head to look at his boyfriend and best friend.
"Hey Sungie?" The other gave a non-committal hum.
"When did we become f*ck buddies?" Minho didn’t ask with sadness or offense in his voice, just genuine curiosity.
"Hm, I'd probably say about eight months ago. That was the last time we had a date." Jisung didn't seem angry, it was as if they were having a normal conversation.
"Oh." Was the response he gave the younger.
At this, Jisung turned to look at the older.
"Are you just figuring it out Hyung?" Minho shot a weak glare at the other.
"I mean there was no conversation about it." Jisung snorted.
"Well we both seemed like we were on the same page, you lost feelings I lost feelings, I don’t know how much there is to talk about." Jisung sank back against the couch and Minho stared forward once more.
"Yeah, that’s true." Jisung then spoek up once more.
"You know what there is a lot to talk?" Minho was the one to hum in response this time.
"Your feelings for Seungmin."
Minho felt a pang of discomfort at the mention of Seungmin's name. It was a topic he had been avoiding, even from himself.
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, unsure of how to respond to Jisung's observation.
"I don't have feelings for Seungmin," Minho replied quickly, his voice sounding defensive even to his own ears.
"Oh Come on Min, you can't lie to me. The fact that you stared at Seungmin like he was dessert before he went out, then ravaged me the same way you do when you get jealous, was enough of a tell for me. " Jisung said it with humor laced in his voice.
Minho felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing that Jisung was right. He couldn't deny the fact that he felt drawn to Seungmin in a way that went beyond mere physical attraction. There was something about the younger man that tugged at his heartstrings, maybe it was his kindness or the fighting spirit that he had when Minho picked and prodded at him.
Whatever it was, he was in love with the younger. Where the hell did that thought come from?
Minho blinked rapidly in shock. That was the first time he had ever admitted it to himself, and it didn't feel good, knowing that Seungmin hated his guts because of the way the older had treated him.
There was silence between them, till Jisung announced that he was going to shower.
After a while, Jisung came back to find that Minho had showered as well and was lying back on the couch.
Jisung popped his head over top the elder's and smiled.
"Hey Hyung, don't take so long to figure sh*t out. Do it now before you lose him."
Minho didn't respond.
"Oh, in case you WANTED it to be official, we basically have been broken up for like seven months. And though I haven't dated anybody, there's this really hot guy named Changbin who works at the gym, and I just know he has a MASSIVE-" Jisung cut himself off grinning. "Well, you get the idea."
Jisung put on his shoes. "I hope the next time we meet is when you introduce Seungmin as your boyfriend. Bye-bye, Hyung!"
And then he was gone.
Minho lay there, somewhat expecting tears, anger, or any type of emotion other than indifference to being broken up with….well at least officially.
Yet there was nothing.
Oh, guess they really had just been f*ck buddies.
Seungmin wasn't back yet.
And while Minho knew he really shouldn’t care, he couldn't help but wait up for him.
Eventually, it was almost four am and Seungmin came stumbling through the door.
Minho took in his appearance, his clothes were disheveled, his hair a mess, and his lipstick had smudged.
When Seungmin stumbled closer, Minho could see the hickeys that littered his neck, and then came the distinct smell of alcohol and sex.
"Where the f*ck have you been?" Minho questioned.
"Nowhere that concerns you." Came Seungmin's reply.
He didn't sound drunk, but definitely tired, his voice hoarse.
Minho didn't want to think about why.
"you come stumbling in at four f*cking am and tell me it doesn’t concern me?" Minho knew he was being a douche, but he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth.
Seungmin snapped his head to look Minho in the eyes.
"You're not my boyfriend Lee Know. You don’t get to ask where I've been because it doesn’t concern you."
Minho felt a bitter taste on his tongue at the name the Minho only used for professional settings.
Something seemed to snap inside Minho, and he found himself pushing Seungmin back against the front door just barely restraining himself to kiss the younger senseless.
"What the f*ck? Let me go!" Seungmin tried to struggle, but his lack of any kind of muscle was his downfall.
"You don't get to go around sleep around like a slu*t Seungmin. You're. Married. To. Me. "
Seungmin felt hot tears well up in his eyes. "You don't even want me you dick! Let me go now!"
Minho feels as if the common sense that had left him was regained all at once and he pulled himself away. Seungmin left to his room in a hurry trying and failing to hide the sobs that wracked through his body.
"f*ck." Minho ran a hand through his hair irritated.
He stumbled to bed exhaustion weighing heavy on him.
The next morning at seven, Seungmin was banging on Minho's door.
Minho stumbled to it and threw it open trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"Here I signed the papers." Seungmin shoved a stack of papers in his face and that woke Minho up immediately.
"You what?" Minho choked out.
"I signed the damned divorce papers, and you can do everything else." Seungmin threw the papers at the olders chest and turned around back toward his room.
Minho followed.
Seungmin's room which was usually pristine was a mess of clothes and belongings strewn about.
The younger man was always so clean and organized, something that Minho fell in love with, knowing that their home would be kept well.
Seungmin was shoving all of his things in bags.
"What are you doing?" Minho couldn't rid the mild panic in his voice.
"Packing." The younger wouldn’t even look at him!
"What why?" Minho was quick to ask coming up and pulling the clothes that the younger put into the suitcase back out.
"Why do you care? You finally are getting what you want." Seungmin picked up the clothes and unceremoniously shoved them back into the case.
"f*ck." Minho pulled at his hair. "sh*t! Seungmin stop!" Seungmin rounded on him unimpressed.
"Think about this. Where are you going to go?" It was a low blow, and Minho knew it, but at all costs, he couldn't let his husband leave him.
Seungmin's expression hardened as he glared at Minho, his eyes brimming with anger and hurt. "Anywhere is better than being stuck in a loveless marriage with you," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness.
Minho winced at Seungmin's words, feeling a pang of guilt shoot through him like a knife to the heart. He knew he had hurt Seungmin deeply with his actions, words, and everything he had done since they had met, and now he was reaping the consequences of his actions.
"Seungmin please, listen to me." Seungmin continued moving until Minho grabbed his arms forcing him to face him.
"Minnie, I know I've messed up a lot. I realize that. And I figured this out way too late, but I love you."
Seungmin's eyes widened in shock.
"What?" Well, Seungmin wasn't expecting that.
"I do love you, Seungmin," Minho whispered, his voice choked with tears. "More than anything in this world. Please, don't leave me. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right, I swear."
Seungmin looked into Minho's eyes, searching for any trace of sincerity or honesty. And for the first time in a long time, he saw it shining back at him, raw and unfiltered.
But even as his heart ached with longing, Seungmin knew that he couldn't simply forgive and forget. Their relationship had been damaged beyond repair, and it would take more than just words to fix whatever it was they had.
"I need time," Seungmin said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "Time to heal, time to figure things out. And maybe...maybe then we can talk about starting over."
Minho felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life in his chest at Seungmin's words, and he smiled, truly smiled at the younger. Seungmin's heart did flip-flops in his chest.
"Okay," Minho said softly, his voice small. "I'll wait for you, Lee Seungmin. For as long as it takes."
This time the older saying "Lee Seungmin" didn't instill anger, but made his stomach have butterflies, and his need to kiss the man much stronger.
Seungmin decided not to move out, but they were going to try and be roommates, then friends, then maybe something else.
The months passed, and Minho spent time trying to get to know Seungmin more, making his favorite foods and taking him out to nice restaurants.
Turns out they had more in common than they thought. From TV shows to music, to books, and even hobbies they bonded.
Minho introduced Seungmin to Jisung, and they got along famously. Bonding together over picking on Minho.
Seungmin introduced Minho to Chan and Felix, who at first did not like him, but eventually warmed up to him.
Minho commented on how sweet Felix and Chan's relationship was and admitted he hoped they'd be like that one day.
Blush high on his cheeks his ears flaming red, Seungmin giggled and called him cute.
One night after a lovely dinner and a frankly way too expensive restaurant Minho insisted on walking Seungmin to his door, despite being across the hall from the older. They giggled the whole way, the glasses of wine they had making them feel warm in their chests.
Once outside Seungmin's door Minho wished Seungmin goodnight, and the younger pulled Minho in for a soft kiss.
Just barely a brush.
That wasn't enough for Minho.
He had been restraining himself for so long.
He leaned forward once more. "Can I?"
Seungmin nodded nervously.
And then they were connected.
Minho's hands traveled to Seungmin's hair and gently tugged eliciting a soft moan from the younger.
It didn’t take long before Seungmin was pulling Minho into his room and clothes were discarded.
Falling into bed Minho made love to Seungmin in the ways he had wanted to for far too long. They decided to make it official after that, their friends supportive with Jisung threating to cut off Minho's dick if he ever hurt Seungmin again. Minho was highly offended by the betrayal. The year seemed to fly by, and though they were already married, on their second anniversary Minho took Seungmin away on a proper honeymoon. And they lived happily ever after THE END :D
