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jennaispunk · 2 months ago

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More than Friends

Summary: Some time away from your best friend forces you to confront your feelings.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, Frankie is a mechanic post TF (that’s my head canon for him), slightly non-canon (no lady, no baby), reader is able bodied and shorter than Frankie, no other physical description of reader is given. The photos in the moodboard are for aesthetic only.

A/N: Here it is. My contribution to the lovely @jolapeno Dear-uary challenge. I was given the task of creating something for my favorite guy, which also happens to be her favorite guy too. (No pressure right? lol). I hope you enjoy this little slice of fluff. Thank you to @maggiemayhemnj for giving this a once over.

P.S. No shade to the city of Minneapolis. I’ve only been to Minneapolis once but it is a very nice city. Reader is only a little unhappy about being there because she doesn’t like the cold.

Moodboard, dividers and banner by me.

Frankie’s texts in bold, readers texts in italics.

Your bag hits the floor with a dull thud. Seven days in Minnesota, in the fall, is not your idea of fun. It was your job to get the Minneapolis office on board with the new changes within the company, so here you are. At least it wasn’t snowing, that was something to be grateful for.

The last conversation you had with Frankie keeps replaying in your head. He said he’d miss you. It wasn’t only the words that had you thinking; it was the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice…it just felt different. Why did it always seem like he was trying to tell you something when everyone else was around, never when the the two of you were alone?

The two of you had been best friends for years. All the guys teased both of you about the way you flirted with each other, but that’s all it was. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. But lately, it had felt like more, and it was getting harder to ignore.

Tuesday 4:41 pm

Made it to the hotel, safe and sound.

The city view is spread out before you. The skyscrapers jut into the clear, cerulean sky and you can see the Mississippi River and a clock tower that reminds of Big Ben from your window.

You miss your condo and your bed already. You miss Frankie, too. Was he missing you the same way you were missing him?

Frankie hears the chirp of his phone and wipes the grease from his hands, smiling when he sees your name on the screen. He’s been waiting for your text to know you made it safely.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you said goodbye last night. The way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight on your deck almost made him confess everything to you. He came so close to telling you that he was falling for you and he wanted to be more than friends, but the words got stuck in his throat. He was always so tongue tied when it came to you. The cold, hard truth was that he was a coward, and he was afraid of losing your friendship. He’d rather have you this way than not at all.

There’s my girl! Glad you made it safe

The way he calls you ‘his girl’ makes you smile. Of course he would call you that now. You’re a thousand miles away and you can’t make him have a serious conversation about it.

It’s too cold here. I miss the Florida heat.

Frankie laughs out loud then looks around to make sure he’s alone. You were always cold, always borrowing a flannel or a hoodie from him.

What’s the temperature there?

55 degrees. Brrrrrrrr. I should have stolen one of your hoodies and packed it in my suitcase.

Frankie shakes his head. He’s honestly surprised that you didn’t steal one of his shirts. You did that all the time. The only reason he let you get away with it was because they smelled like you when he got them back.

That’s not so bad. You’ll survive.

He was right, you knew that. You packed a few different blazers and light sweaters. It wouldn’t be too bad, but you still missed the weather back home.

It could be worse, but I miss the palm trees and the beach already.

This week will go by fast, Clover. You’ll see.

You know he’s right. Work will keep you busy enough and there’s got to be something fun to do in this city. You have a weekend to yourself to explore but exploring isn’t as fun when you’re alone.

I know. I’m just complaining to complain.

You? Complain? Never lol

You stick your tongue out at your phone even though he can’t see you.

Shut up lol

You haul your suitcase onto the bed and start unpacking. Most of the clothes you brought needed to be hung up and the last thing you wanted to do was spend time ironing in the morning.

Your phone chirps again from where you left it on the bed.

What are you doing on your first night in Minneapolis? Besides missing me.

I’m having dinner with the management team here. The manager called and invited me.

Have a good time and try to act normal, okay? Don’t snort if anyone makes you laugh.

The sound of your laughter carries over the television you have on for background noise. He was the only one who could make you laugh like that.

Thanks, jerk. Talk to you later.

The first few days flew by as quickly as you hoped they would. The team here seems to have their shit together and it’s been a fairly seamless transition in getting them onboard so far.

Daily conversations were a normal thing for you and Frankie, but the distance between you only makes you miss him that much more. Every time he says something flirty; you just want to reach through the phone and shake him.

The two of you have been skirting around the truth for months. It’s just as much your fault as his. You don’t want to ruin your friendship if things go wrong. Maybe you’re reading too much into all this. Maybe you’re the only one with feelings here.

8:12 pm

Are you at Will’s?

Just got here, but maybe I should have stayed home. I’m missing my good luck charm so if I lose big tonight, it’s your fault.

If you were home, you’d be at Will’s too. You’d be hanging out with the guys and their girlfriends, having a few drinks.

The last time the girls were allowed over for poker night, Benny had teased Frankie about calling you Clover. He dared you to sit on Frankie’s lap for the last hand to prove that you were good luck. You saw the bob of his Adam’s Apple, heard the slight stutter of his chuckle; but Frankie, the well trained solider that he is, kept his composure and won the hand.

He whispered in your ear that you had always been his good luck charm. That’s when you knew for certain something had changed, at least for you. This was more than just harmless flirting. When you tried to question him about it, he tried brushing you off, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Would it help if I wished you good luck?

It’s worth a shot

Good Luck!!

Thanks, Clover.

The hot tub was calling your name, a perfect way to relax after a long day. The bathing suit you packed was the one Frankie liked most…how ironic.

Soaking in the hot water was just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed under the heat and pressure of the jets. Thoughts of Frankie kept your mind from relaxing. The two of you were more than friends, that fact was clearer to you than ever. If only you could say it out loud.

Safely back in your hotel room, and freshly showered you check your phone. Frankie should be heading home from Will’s anytime. You should go to bed, but you can’t…at least not yet.

11:36 pm

Did you clean the boys out tonight?

Not exactly lol

Sorry. Maybe next week.

You’ll be home so my luck will change.

The three bubbles danced on Frankie’s screen. Did he say something wrong? His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he waited. There was so much he wanted to tell you, but he didn’t know how. It was so easy to flirt and joke with you but when it came to a serious conversation, any words he had didn’t feel like enough. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You’d been there for him in ways that no one else had. He couldn’t lose you.

I’ll be there next week. I think I’m going to turn in early. The time change is messing with me.

That was a slight exaggeration, but what else could you say? You couldn’t tell him that you were tired of pretending there wasn’t something between you, at least not over text.

Frankie’s free hand went under his hat to scratch his head. It wasn’t like you to cut a conversation short. Something was off with you; he could feel it. He wanted to call you out on it, but he was afraid of what you’d say.

I should get to bed too. I’ve got a big shot with a ’78 Camaro coming to the shop that needs some work done. Good night.

Good night

You drop onto your bed and close your eyes. Today made up for all the previous days with no issues. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and now you were exhausted. You thank the universe that you only have two more days to get through.

Tonight was going to be about wine, comfort food and cheesy movies. Pepperoni pizza with extra cheese was calling your name.

You shower and change into your sweats while you wait for your pizza. Frankie is all you can think of. He’s the one you want to talk to after a rough day.

Frankie had looked at his phone so many times today that Will had threatened to break it. He tried to assure himself that you were just busy, but it wasn’t like you not to at least send a quick text or two throughout the day.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, Frankie couldn’t take it anymore. He picked up his phone and typed out a quick text. He had to know you were fine.

6:36 pm

Is my girl okay?

The ping of your phone made you jump. You’d been so busy that you hadn’t texted Frankie all day.

I’m okay. Today was a rough one.

Wanna talk about it?

Its just work bullshit. You know how it goes.

Frankie smirked. He could picture you now, sitting cross-legged on the bed with one hand rubbing the back of your neck. You always did that when you were tense.

Yeah, I get it. Pepperoni pizza and wine tonight?

You rolled your eyes and smiled. He knew you so well. You took a sip of wine.

Pizza is on its way

The two of you chatted more while you waited for the food. The wine was going down good…too good and it was making you feel brave.

What are you up to tonight?

I’m just hanging out at home.

You move the pizza box to the desk and stretch out on the bed. The movie in the background was all but forgotten.

Are you watching Bridesmaids right now? That movie always cracks you up.

Yeah, I’ve got it on.

Good. I wish I was there to cheer you up. I’d do anything to make you feel better.

Three bubbles dance on your screen.

I miss you

You clamp your eyes shut. You can’t do this anymore. You can’t pretend like the two of you are just friends.

Before you can stop yourself, your fingers are furiously typing a response.

Why do you always do that?

Do what?

This could blow up in your face, but you couldn’t take it back. You opened this door, and now you had to walk through it.

Drop these little hints. You only tell me the truth when you think I won’t hear it.

The silence stretches as you watch the bubbles dance on your screen then disappear and reappear again. It wasn’t something you should have said over text, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was way past time the two of you had this talk.

Frankie almost dropped his phone in his lap. He knew exactly what you meant. He thought he was doing a good job of keeping his feelings hidden. He didn’t want to risk your friendship. You were his best friend.

What is that supposed to mean?

All these little comments, the way you look at me like I’m the only one in the room. I’m tired of dancing around the truth.

Frankie swallowed hard. This was the last thing he expected you to say. How could he tell you how he felt?

What truth would that be?

The truth that we’re more than just friends. There is something more between us.

Again, those three little bubbles dance on your screen. Your heart hammers in your chest. Either he was going to tell you the truth or you lost a friend forever.

Can we talk about this when you get home? I promise we’ll have an honest conversation then.

Yeah, this isn’t something we should talk about over text anyway. We’ll talk when I get home.

You toss your phone onto the bed. You shouldn’t have said anything over text. Now both of you were going to freak out until then. Slamming your fist into the bed, you clamp your eyes closed. The feeling that you just ruined everything sits on your chest like an elephant.

You didn’t text Frankie again, what else could you say now? Acting like everything was okay wasn’t possible. Staring out at the city lights, all you could do was let the silence sit between you and hope that it would all work out the way it was meant to.

You toss your bag in your bedroom and start going through your mail. Thankfully, it was mostly junk and nothing urgent that you needed to worry about.

Frankie stood outside your door. Everything was about to change, and his heart hammered in his chest. He raised a trembling hand and knocked. He’d promised you a serious conversation when you got home, and he was keeping that promise.

“Frankie, what are you doing here?”

“I, um, promised you we’d talk… so here I am.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. His heart pounded in his ears as he stepped through the door.

This was it. It was now or never. Every stolen glance, every touch that lasted too long to just be friendly had led to this. He grabbed you and pressed his lips to yours without another word. He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe, pouring everything he couldn’t put into words into that one action.

The need for air was the only thing that broke you apart. You stood foreheads pressed together, panting and inhaling each other.

“What was that?”

“The truth.” he answered.

You blink several times. That kiss had stolen everything you wanted to say.

Frankie looks at you. The sweat collects at his brow. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Maybe he shouldn’t have come on so strong. Maybe it was too much, too soon.

“Say something…please.” He whispers.

His soft, brown eyes plead with you to not leave him hanging. The silence between you is deafening as you try to find your words.

“When the pressure’s on, you really jump in with both feet, huh?”

The corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles. You love that smile, live for that smile. There is something almost boyish about his grin and it always leaves you weak in the knees.

“Was it too much?” he stammers. “It was too much.”

The light in his mocha brown eyes begins to fade. He should have taken it slower, maybe asked you out on a date before he crammed his tongue in your mouth. He could never think straight around you.

Your brow furrows as you watch him, seeing the look of defeat mar his features.

“It was perfect.” You whisper.

He cocks a brow at you as the sparkle returns to his eyes.

“Really?”

You nod your head. He was always perfect in your eyes, even when he was being an idiot.

“Yes, really. I think I should put pressure on you more often if it will make you kiss me like that.” you tease.

A rush of air caresses your face as he exhales. His throaty chuckle reaches your ears, and he pulls you closer.

“I don’t think my heart could handle that, querida.”

You lean in and brush your lips against his. This kiss isn’t headed and passionate, it’s slow and honest. It’s a kiss to make up for all the time the two of you spent denying what was in front of you the whole time.

The need for air is the only thing that makes you break apart. You stand together, foreheads touching under the bill of his hat, your breath mixing together.

Frankie swallows hard. He’s never been more scared in his life. Any mission, any tour overseas was a cakewalk compared to this moment. He had to do this right. He had to make this work. He couldn’t lose you.

“I want to take you out on a date.” He panted softly. “A real date with flowers, opening doors for you…the whole thing.”

Your soft laugh flitters through the air. You shouldn’t have expected anything less from him. When Frankie finally made a decision, he was all in.

“You want to take me on a date? Seriously?”

The corner of his mouth raised into a half smile.

“Yeah. I want to take you out. I want to do this right; treat you like you deserve. I want to make up for lost time.”

You can’t stop smiling. Why did you wait so long to confront your feelings? You wasted so much time.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

This time you get Frankie’s genuine smile, the one where his eyes practically disappear and the lines around his eyes are so pronounced.

“Good.”

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he will always kick himself for waiting so long to tell you how he felt.

“I know you just got home and haven’t even had a chance to unpack, but how about tonight? I’ll pick you up and we can have dinner.”

You blink a few times and smile. This is really happening; the two of you are finally going to give each other the chance you were always too scared to take.

“Tonight works for me.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked grin. A small part of him was worried you’d say no; that all those things you said to him while you were gone were just a moment of weakness. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks at you.

“Yeah?”

His voice is barely audible as he pulls you even closer. His scent invades your nostrils: fresh and woodsy with a faint hint of motor oil. It’s a smell that’s uniquely him and one you will always associate with comfort and protection.

“Will you wear that purple sundress?” he whispers as he brushes his nose against yours. “The one you wore to that barbecue at Will’s this summer.”

You raise your brow. Your chest grows warm as you stand together, locked in each other’s arms.

“You remember that dress?”

Frankie chuckles softly. He remembers a lot of things about you; your favorite color, the way your tongue sticks out a little bit when you're concentrating really hard…he’s memorized so many details.

“Hell yeah. You looked so pretty in that damn dress; I almost dropped my beer when you walked in.”

You opened your mouth to speak but the opening notes to “Enter Sandman” blare from his back pocket.

“Shit.”

He grins sheepishly and relaxes his grip on you before putting the phone to his ear. Now that he’s got you in his arms, he’s not letting go.

“You have impeccable timing, Benjamin. What’s up?”

You rest your head on Frankie’s shoulder. The vibrations of his chest as he talks to Ben tickle your cheek. Being in his arms feels even better than you ever could have imagined. Frankie had always been home to you, but now home took on a brand new meaning.

“That sucks, man.” Frankie sighs. “Have the tow truck take it to the shop. I’ll meet you there and we’ll get it fixed.”

You lift your head as Frankie disconnects the call. Your nose wrinkles as he sighs.

“Sorry, querida. I gotta go. Benny busted a tie rod on his truck, and he needs some help getting it fixed.”

Leave it Benny to get himself in a jam. At least he’s not hurt or in jail.

You smile and raise up on tiptoes to give Frankie a quick peck on the lips. He would do anything to help a friend, and that’s one of the things you love so much about him.

“Go help Benny. He needs you more than I do right now.”

Frankie squeezes you and kisses your forehead. If he kisses your lips again, he’d be too tempted to leave Benny hanging. This will have to be enough for now.

“I’ll text you later.”

“You better.” you tease.

He finally pulls away and you miss his arms around you already.

“Frankie.”

You call out to him as he reaches the front door. He turns back to look at you with his hand still on the knob.

“Make sure you wear your cowboy boots and that ball cap tonight.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago

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More than friends - Chp.3

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 3893

Summary: Chan and you grow closer as time passes by and after your first kiss things are still unclear. That's until Chan walks in on you and Minho and you walk in on Minho and him only shortly after...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, switch!minho, dom!chan, sub!reader, minho x reader, minchan

A/N: Have fun👀🤭~🌙

PART TWO| PART FOUR

Over the following two weeks, Chan can't quite shake the feeling of being buried in your chest and held so safely. The fact that he had taken a few days off work and you've been there to cuddle him whenever he napped didn't help. He always loved hugging you, but now he feels like he needs at least one hug a day.

Chan spots you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all of you and smiles to himself. Minho has shown you again how to use the stove, and since then, you surprise them with something from time to time. You look adorably concentrated as he makes his way over, snaking his arms around your stomach and burying his face in your neck.

"Morning Channie," you say softly and reach back, fondling his side. You'd be lying, saying you don't love his sudden increased urge for physical affection. "You slept okay?"

"Mhm," he hums, still a little sleepy.

"Where's Min?" you ask and turn down the heat.

"Still sleeping," he tells you.

"Isn't it your day off? Why are you up already?" you ask, giggling. If your memory serves you right, only Minho has to work for a little today.

"Wanted to give you a hug before you leave," he admits and instinctively buries his face deeper into your neck as a light blush creeps up his face. That alone makes your heart flutter.

You turn in his arms and lovingly run your hand through his messy curls, smiling as he hums and melts against you. "That's really sweet, you know," you tell him. "But I'll be home all day, which means we can cuddle all you want." You can feel him smiling against your skin, and it sends a spark of delusional hope through your whole body. Is he warming up to the thought of loving you more than a friend?

"That sounds nice," he nods and squeezes you gently.

"Go and get Min before he oversleeps again," you giggle softly, and Chan places a subtle kiss on your neck before doing as you said. You look after him, stunned, fingers brushing against the spot just above your collarbone. A stupid smile spreads over your lips, and you quickly get back to work.

You find yourself back in your bed with Chan pretty soon once Minho leaves for work. You know today he'll be back in an hour tops, only having to sort out a few things for a new choreography.

You're cuddled up beneath the blanket, his face buried back in your neck, and your legs entangled beneath the blanket. You're soothingly massaging his scalp, and Chan seems to bury himself in your neck even more. You know your best friend is cuddly, but not like this; that's new, at least with you. "You're quite cuddly today, huh?" you ask gently.

"Mhm…sorry, is it too much?" he says, his grip around you loosening already.

"No, not at all," you promise and bury your nose in his curls for a moment. "Just new, that's all."

Chan hums gently before moving closer, not realizing how painfully aware of his thigh between your legs he makes you with that. "I don't know, you - you just smell so nice," he confesses after a moment.

"I do?" you ask surprised, and Chan nods.

"And you feel safe and comfy," he adds after a moment in the safety of your neck, blushing as he's sharing his thoughts so openly with you. Chan doesn't know where that urge is coming from, but suddenly, he's kissing your neck. Only once, only shortly, but he can feel your body responding.

"Channie," you whisper softly.

"You like that?" he asks quietly, and the tightening grip on his hair tells him everything. Chan plants another soft kiss against your skin before pulling back and searching your eyes. His hand finds your cheek, and your heart races in anticipation as his eyes keep traveling from your lips up to your eyes and back. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. You swallow softly before nodding. "Words, hun."

"Yes, yes you can," you stammer, and only mere seconds later, his full lips meet yours. You sink into the feeling, sighing at the way his lips chase yours so sweetly. Over the years, you've had a lot of thoughts about how it would feel like kissing him, but you were so far off, and it felt so so much better.

Chan kisses you over and over again, and it starts to become intoxicating. He buries himself into your neck with a soft moan and starts littering your skin with gentle, tiny kisses. His hand grips your hip as if he’s trying to steady himself, frantically scrunching up the fabric of your shirt beneath his fingers. “Fuck,” he growls softly, and before you know it, you’re on your back, and he’s hovering over you, staring down at you with blown pupils and reddened, parted lips. His chest heaves softly, and his eyes search yours, overflowing with emotions.

You can’t quite tell if the need and curiosity in them exceed the anxious nervousness. You blink up at him, trying to figure out his next move and gasp, surprised, as he suddenly buries his face in your stomach with a low groan. “Channie?” you ask, carefully combing your hand through his curls.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

“For what?” you ask calmly.

“For kissing you,” he groans softly, and you can see his ears burning red. Is he blushing?

“Why?” you ask curiously, and he lifts your head, showing you that he is indeed blushing very heavily right now.

“I haven’t even…I-fucks sake,” he curses at himself and glares at you playfully as you giggle beneath him. “I shouldn’t have, not like this, not when I still haven’t figured it out.”

“Well, how’s that been going?” you ask, not unkindly.

“Not great, obviously,” he snorts.

“I fear you won’t find out hiding from me,” you chuckle at him and reach up, gently caressing his cheek. “Kissing me now doesn’t mean you have to commit to me on the spot, dummy.”

“But it doesn’t feel fair to you,” he sighs, and his eyes widen in surprise as you grab his neck.

“My gosh, you big baby, come here,” you roll your eyes at him and meet his lips once more.

Chan only fights it for a second before allowing him to enjoy the feeling and listen to his body. His heart rate picks up a little as your soft lips dance against his. He starts feeling warm and fuzzy the longer he kisses you, and his mind goes foggy. The grip on his neck and the subtle touch of your hand on his back feels way too good, and he starts thinking back to his first kiss with Minho, which had felt so much different from this. It all happened in a rush, in his room as they were working on “Drive” and suddenly couldn’t stay away from each other anymore after one or two too many jokes about the very obvious message of the song. Things had developed rather fast between them anyway, so what’s stopping him from doing the same with you?

Suddenly, someone races up the stairs, and you flinch away from each other. Chan drops into the mattress next to you, the door opening only seconds later. Minho stands in the doorframe and halts for a moment, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. “Hi?”

“Hey,” Chan smiles at him innocently and gets out of bed, making his way over.

Minho chuckles surprised, as Chan wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him into a longing kiss. He kisses back with a sweet smile and caresses his cheek. “You’re okay?” he asks, pulling back and glancing at you suspiciously. “Is he alright?” he mouths at you.

“I’m okay,” Chan promises and turns to look at you as well. The pleading look in his eyes tells you to shut up for now and give him time to work this out. You nod reluctantly and flash Minho a gentle smile.

Minho watches you for a moment, noticing your swollen lips and the red patches covering your neck. Your shirt is halfway torn from your sweatpants. He glances at Chan and notices the way his hair is messed up, just like when he runs his hand through them too long. His lips look puffy, and the tight grip on his hip betrays him; he’s worked up. Minho hums softly before turning around and making his way downstairs, grinning to himself. You two really are by far the shittiest liars he knows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chan frowns at you and glances after him.

“He’s not stupid,” you chuckle quietly. “Maybe he knows already.”

“You think so?” he asks just as quietly, and you shrug.

“I brought lunch!” Minho shouts upstairs, ending your whispered conversation.

“Coming!” you yell back and hop off your bed.

“Y/N,” Chan holds you back as you pass him.

“I won’t tell him. This means nothing until you’re sure about what you want,” you tell him and gently pat his hand wrapped around your arm. “Now come on, I’m hungry.”

Chan giggles and follows you downstairs, taking his usual seat next to Minho. He soon busies himself with eating, hoping Minho wouldn’t dig too deep. His eyes keep on wandering back to you, vivid images of you beneath him flashing his mind.

Minho pretends not to suspect anything but can’t stop himself from glancing between the two of you. Chan is stuffing his mouth, as always, when he prefers not to talk about something occupying his mouth. You seem calm on the outside, but the glances you both are stealing tell him everything. “Soo…how was your day?” Minho asks after another minute of silence.

“It was…nice,” you nod gently, and Chan hums agreeingly, quickly taking another bite.

“Nothing unusual?” he asks, and Chan almost chokes on his food.

“Why?” you give back with a patient smile.

“That’s so rude, kitten, answering a question with another,” he huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Why would you think something unusual happened?” you ask innocently.

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” Minho comments.

“What?” Chan asks nervously. “Why?”

“You know damn why, pretty boy,” he says, making Chan blush heavily. “You think I’m too dumb to notice you two were kissing each other stupid up there?”

Chan swallows softly, lowering his spoon and glancing at you nervously. “We-uh.”

“It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why we didn’t want to tell you yet,” you explain.

Minho takes another bite and squints his eyes at you as he chews. “Kissing doesn’t mean anything? Between two childhood besties that have been crushing on each other for years,” he points out and raises his eyebrows at you. “Since when?”

“I uhm…I’m still figuring things out,” Chan speaks up after a moment and awkwardly scratches his neck.

“You tend to kiss before you think, I forgot that for a second,” Minho smirks smugly, thinking back at their first kiss.

“Min!” he protests and gently shoves his shoulder as the younger one giggles at him.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “Just tell me once you have sex because that shouldn’t be part of deciding if you want to be together,” he says dryly, taking another bite. Both you and Chan blush at his words, lowering your eyes to the table. “Stop looking like two horny teenagers who just got caught, my god...Even though, if I think about it-.” He breaks out into laughter as Chan smacks his arm in protest, and you shove him beneath the table.

“We’ll get there…I promise,” you chuckle, and Minho simply hums.

“Knowing this guy's sex drive, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says, and this time, Chan sinks deeper into his chair, pulling down the hood of his sweater to cover his face. Minho giggles softly and reaches out for him, soothingly rubbing his shoulder. “I’m just teasing you, Channie love.”

“We both know you love it, fucker,” Chan mutters at him sulkingly.

“Why wouldn’t I`?” he grins smugly, and you kick him once again, accidentally hitting Chan, who flinches.

“What the hell was that for?” he asks, laughing as you apologize, giggling. “Fine! We kissed, and I loved it, but I don’t want to rush.”

“I can accept that,” you wink at him, and Minho buries his face in his hands, clearly exhausted by the two of you.

The next day, Chan’s back at the company, and Minho has a day off. You enjoy a lazy breakfast with Minho, still in your pajamas, before cuddling up on the sofa as a movie plays in the background. Minho mindlessly fondles your thighs and plants tiny kisses on your hair from time to time. It doesn't take long, and you're straddling his lap, kissing him longingly. You deepen the kiss hungrily, whimpering into his mouth as he pulls you in close, making you grind against him in the process. “Min,” you whine softly.

“Yes, beautiful?” he asks, agonizingly slowly kissing down your neck.

“Please,” you breathe out, pressing yourself down against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” he asks lowly, sharp eyes shining at you.

“Need you,” you tell him pleadingly.

“Now?” he asks, giggling, fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties, collecting your juices. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he hums.

You rock your hips against his fingers needily, hand buried in his hair. “When will Channie be back?” you ask, and Minho raises his eyebrows at you, pushing two fingers right into you. A surprised moan leaves your lips, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why? Want him to do it instead?” he asks, and the way you clench around his fingers betray you.

“N-No,” you stammer, and your eyes widen as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re such a dirty little liar,” he smirks. “He kissed you, and you already think you’ll get a taste of my boyfriend, huh?”

You shiver at the way he claims Chan as his own and wonder if you made him jealous. “Just wanted to know so he doesn’t walk in on us.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like that,” Minho smirks and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Come on,” he encourages you.

You swallow softly and take off your shirt, your bra following, discarding both on the carpet. “Why would I want him when I have you, huh?” you give back, watching his eyes darken with lust.

“Careful, kitten, I might believe you,” he chuckles before gently pushing you off his lap. You’re about to protest until you notice he’s pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. “Well, come on then.”

You get up, quickly ridding yourself of the clothes left on your body before straddling his lap again. “Please,” you whisper softly, and he locks eyes with you as he grabs his dick, dragging its tip between your folds. A low, controlled groan escapes his throat, mixing with a sweet whimper of your own. You grip his shoulder tightly, screwing your eyes shut tightly as he pushes into you with a few precise thrusts.

Minho moans deliciously once he’s fully buried inside of you, grabbing your hips. “That’s what you wanted, kitten?”

“Yeah,” you moan out as he starts guiding your hips, thrusting up into you. You start moving, desperate for his touch, eyes rolling back as he buries his face between your breasts, leaving soft bites. Your moans grow louder as he goes on, eyes fluttering close, body moving frantically on top of his. Minho’s no better, moaning your name against your flesh, gripping whatever parts of your body he can reach. Neither of you notices the front door opening, too caught up in your shared pleasure.

Chan hums softly to the tune playing in his headphones and types a message to Han, sending him a file of the track they worked on. He kicks off his sneakers and walks into the apartment, heart dropping to his stomach as he finally notices the pair of you. His eyes widen and he drops his phone. Chan quickly covers his eyes, stumbling away from you. "Oh my fucking god, sorry!" he exclaims and races up the stairs to their bedroom.

You flinch on top of Minho and exchange a shocked look with him. “Don’t you dare stop now,” he presses out, shaking his head at you. He’s so close; he can deal with this later.

“O-okay,” you stammer, thighs trembling already. Fuck. Only a bit more, and you would’ve cum.

Chan stands there in shock for a moment before quickly taking off his headphones, dropping down on his bed, and hiding his face in his hands. "No, no, no, you can't be serious," he curses quietly. Fuck, of course, he knows the way Minho looks, moves, and also sounds in bed. But…not with you on top of him, moaning his name so obscenely loud as your back arches. Chan only then realizes he hasn't closed the door properly, and he can hear your moans mixing with those of his boyfriend. He winces as he thinks of your body, all its curves and details, and sinks deeper into the mattress as he hears Minho moaning out your name in bliss. That shouldn't turn him on as bad as it does. "Fuck, no," he whispers as he feels arousal coursing through his veins. Chan hugs a pillow, covering his lap as if that'd make it any better. "No, no, you're not gonna get hard to the thought of your boyfriend and best friend fucking," he scolds himself before glancing at the door and biting his lower lip hard. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. His inner conflict ends once you come upstairs, the door of the bathroom closing behind you.

Chan jumps up and races downstairs, spotting Minho on the sofa, only wearing boxers and a shirt, looking at him apologetically.

"I didn't know you'd be home that early again," he contorts his face.

Chan looks at him with wide eyes and takes a deep breath. "I-I thought we could get lunch together," he says barely above a whisper.

Minho nods and tells him to sit down next to him, gently taking his hand. "Sorry, Channie."

"Don't," he shakes his head. "She's your girlfriend, and there's nothing to be sorry about. I had my headphones on, so I didn't..you know, didn't hear."

Minho nods and awkwardly scratches his neck. "Are - are you okay?"

"No," he shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "That…turned me on way more than it should," he whispers. Minho snorts in relief and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Don't tempt me now," Chan laughs.

"I think…you know what that means, huh?" Minho asks gently.

"Of course I do," he sighs softly. "But she deserves better; that's why she has you."

"Channie," Minho scolds him gently. "Stop talking shit and make a move, for fucks sake. She won't wait around forever."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," he promises.

"You better…Again, I'm sorry," he contorts his face.

"Please shut up before I take you right here on the sofa," Chan warns him as the images once more flush his mind.

Minho hums softly and leans over, littering his neck with kisses. His hand slips down Chan's thigh and into his lap, rubbing down between his legs against his growing bulge. "Huh, you did enjoy that," he mutters against his skin.

"Minho," he warns him, hips betraying him and bucking into his touch. He jumps off the sofa and walks into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

Minho scoffs softly before following him and hugging him from the back, hands running up his chest as he presses himself against Chan's strong body. "Come on, she said she'll take a long shower and get ready to meet some friends. She won't be here for a while."

"Well, then wait until she's gone," Chan sighs and pours himself some water, trying to think of stuff that would turn him off.

"Hyungie?" Minho whines softly.

Fuck. Chan closes his eyes and inhales deeply. "Minho, I swear to God -," he starts out but stops when he feels him grinding against his ass. He turns around quickly and grabs Minho's chin firmly, making the younger one moan in surprise. Chan's breath hitches at how worked up Minho looks, pupils already dilated and dark. "Stop being such a brat, I said no."

"Please, Channie love," Minho bats his eyelashes at him. He knows how to push his buttons to get what he wants. Minho's hands roam his chest, and he presses himself close, chasing Chan's lips.

Chan grips his hips with a sigh before pushing his leg between Minho's. "Do what you have to, but if she comes downstairs, you fucking stop. We'll take care of this properly later, you hear me?"

Minho nods eagerly and already grinds down against him, a low moan falling from his lips. He hides his face in his neck, hot breath, and open-mouthed kisses ghosting over Chan's skin within no time. Minho's hands grip Chan's shirt, hips moving with desperate need against him. "Hyung," he moans shamelessly, and Chan's brain stops working for a moment.

Chan watches him intensely, mouth watering at the pure need Minho moves with, whining softly as he picks up pace. He can feel him leaking through his boxers against his bare thigh, and it's too much. Minho very rarely fully puts away his dominant nature, even though Chan mostly takes control in bed. Moments like this, with Minho clinging to him, begging him for more and too dumb to realize he could move at his own pace, wrecked Chan every damn time. He curses softly before shoving him off, turning him around, and bending him over the kitchen island. He shoves three fingers into Minho's mouth, who starts sucking at them eagerly. "You better be quiet and quick now," Chan growls into his ear.

They don't notice you turning the water off upstairs, they don't notice you stepping out of the bathroom and making your way to the stairs. And they're not quiet anymore.

You freeze at the top of the stairs, eyes widening at the sight of them. You have heard them before, not only once, but seeing it was something else. Minho's bent over the kitchen island, face buried in his hand as he tries to stifle his moans and fails miserably. His eyes roll back as Chan hits all his sweet spots, his jaw growing slack. His other hand is fidgeting as if he's trying to find something to hold onto. Chan's pounding into him at a rough pace, and Minho seems to love it. Chan leans forward, grabbing Minho's hand and giving him something to hold onto. The way he towers over him, whispering stuff into Minho's ear that makes him moan, does something to you. Fuck. You really want a piece of that Chan as well. You very quietly turn around and go back to your room, trying to ignore the way your body very clearly reacts to what you just saw. "Fucks sake, you got me back, Chan," you whisper to yourself.

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