chapter 3 (1/1)

Chapter 3

Wonwoo sits on the couch with his legs stretched out before him, back reclined against the armrest. It’s a Thursday afternoon and he has readings for his Korean government class to complete. Mingyu’s sitting on the other side of the sofa, textbook in hand and muttering “What the fuck?” every other minute. “Hey, can I use your laptop?” Wonwoo doesn’t look up from his reading, just nods. He’s halfway through a sentence when he freezes in a horrified realisation. His gut drops all the way down to his toes.  Last night he had watched one of Mingyu’s videos. He always closes the windows after he’s finished, but he thought he had heard Mingyu making his way to the bathroom and he had slammed his laptop shut in a panic.  The window is still open. Mingyu’s opening his laptop, tapping in his password… Mingyu’s going to see that Wonwoo was masturbating to him. “No!” Wonwoo screams, throwing his entire body over Mingyu and wrestling his laptop out of his best friend’s grasp. “What the fuck was that?” Mingyu asks, hands clutched to his chest and eyes wide with surprise. Wonwoo doesn’t answer, retreating to his side of the couch again. His hands shake as he closes all the windows, and even though he used a private browsing window, he deletes all his history from the last seven days. “What the fuck was that for?” Mingyu asks again, and then more slyly, voice dropping a pitch, “Whatcha tryna hide, Wonwoo?” “Nothing! Here, you can use it now,” Wonwoo pushes his laptop back into Mingyu’s hand, hoping that his best friend would just let it drop. The tips of his ears are burning and Mingyu grins wider. “That didn’t seem like ‘nothing’ to me.” “It was, um. I-I was just, you know…” Mingyu gives an innocent shrug of the shoulders. “You were what?” “Uh, I was watching porn last night.” Mingyu looks at him for a moment before throwing his head back in laughter. “Jesus Christ, Wonwoo! I thought you were trying to hide a dead body from me or something.” Mingyu shakes his head and laughs again.  “Okay, Mingyu.” “I can’t believe you—you should have seen your face. You looked like you were about to shit yourself.” “I get it, Mingyu. You can stop now,” Wonwoo huffs. “But nope, it was just porn. Must have been some shit though, with the way you reacted. What was it?” “Mingyu.” “We’ve done porn together and you don’t want me to know what you’re watching?” Wonwoo drags a hand down his face, all too aware of the heat of his cheeks. “It was some crazy fetish porn. You’d never look at me the same way again if you knew what I was watching.” It’s not a complete lie. Mingyu looks at him dubiously and Wonwoo elaborates, “Like tentacle bukkake and BDSM and shit.” Admitting that is so much easier than admitting the truth, and Wonwoo hopes that he sounds convincing enough. “BDSM?” Mingyu repeats, his canines worrying at his lower lip in crooked smirk and Wonwoo has to swallow down a whimper. “I didn’t know you were into BDSM.” “I am not having this conversation with you,” Wonwoo says, burying his nose back into his book with a certain determination. “Oh, come on! Who else are you going to have this conversation with then?” “No one.” “You gotta have someone to talk about stuff like this with. And being your best friend, I’m the obvious choice.” Wonwoo sends Mingyu a wary sidelong glance before returning to the jumble of black letters. “Why are you so interested in this?” Mingyu shrugs, infuriating smile still curling his lips. “I dunno. You and BDSM. It’s just so unexpected… Kinda hot, though.” Wonwoo’s eyes snap to Mingyu. His heart’s in his throat, trying to figure out what Mingyu could possibly mean by that. Mingyu’s teasing expression has melted into something softer, more considering. The tone of their conversation takes a sudden turn. “It’s been over ten years and just when I think I know everything about you, you surprise me,” Mingyu murmurs, looking at him so sincerely, like Wonwoo is the best thing to have happened to him. “The person you choose to spend the rest of your life with… They’re so fuckin’ lucky. You’re gonna keep ‘em on their toes. They’ll never tire of you, I just know it.” Wonwoo wants to say, Well, what about you?, because he can look and Mingyu and know that they’re in it for the long run. They’re going to be a constant in each other’s lives, even if it means just as friends. But the words catch in his throat and he just stares at Mingyu staring at him. Mingyu eyes flicker to his lips then back up to his eyes in a way that Wonwoo can only interpret as a question. He doesn’t want to project his own desires onto his best friend’s actions, but Mingyu’s leaning into him, ever so imperceptibly, head at a slight tilt and Wonwoo finds himself trying to meet Mingyu half way…   Mingyu’s phone pings in notification and they recoil from each other, the moment shattering. Wonwoo hides his face in his book while Mingyu reaches for his phone. But the warmth of Mingyu’s gaze still lingers and Wonwoo’s heart still pounds.  What the fuck just happened?  And what would have happened if they weren’t interrupted? * * * Something in their relationship shifts. Given how close they were before, Wonwoo doesn’t know how it’s possible, so he’s worried his brain is just making connections that don’t exist. Maybe it’s because he’s reading too much into what Mingyu said all those days ago, or maybe it’s because he’s paranoid, but he can’t help but jolt a little whenever he catches Mingyu looking at him. He always holds his breath during those moments, wondering if Mingyu will either lean in, or an even scarier scenario: give him a wicked smile and say, I know you’ve been watching my videos. Wonwoo doesn’t know what he would do if that ever happened, but just imagining it makes him want to die a little. He still watches the videos faithfully, waiting until Mingyu has fallen asleep before sneaking into the bathroom. He used to feel guilty pulling down his briefs. It felt like he was disrespecting his best friend’s privacy by doing something like this, but he would reason (with a half-hard cock) that Mingyu uploaded these videos because he wanted people to watch them. In addition to the requests that are done every Monday, Mingyu has also started filming vlogs. They’re together just about every waking hour, but Wonwoo still enjoys hearing his best friend talk.  The days grow shorter and colder as autumn turns into winter. As usual, the heating system in their apartment is a lottery—more often than not, they’re left in the cold. One day, Mingyu comes home with a brand new space heater for their bedroom and while Wonwoo offers to split the cost, Mingyu just smiles at him and says, Hey no, I got this. Mingyu has been doing a lot of things like that lately. They start going to restaurants that used to be out of their budget, and Mingyu foots the bill every time. Sometimes Mingyu will surprise him with a shirt that Wonwoo’s been eyeing every time they went to the mall. He doesn’t like being on the receiving end all the time, so there are days when he’ll come home from his night class with a cup of hot chocolate for Mingyu, or sometimes just a small trinket that reminded him of his best friend. It’s never much, but Mingyu beams at him without fail. Somehow they end up locked in a vicious circle of spoiling each other with gifts. Wonwoo fucking loves it.  But, hypocritical as it may be, it bothers him how Mingyu is making the money for all these gifts. He knows he’s being unfair and irrational, that he doesn’t have any sort of claim on Mingyu other than being his best friend. He just hates how he has to share Mingyu in this way, when he wants all of Mingyu expressions and moans and everything for himself. Wonwoo has found a part-time position at a gift shop on campus, and he selfishly wishes Mingyu would do the same. But he knows he can’t ask his best friend to give up being a camstar, not when Mingyu’s looking happier than ever, actually able to splurge a little on gift buying with Christmas just around the corner. In the short two and a half months Mingyu has been making videos, he’s managed to gain a following of 2,789 subscribers. It should be surprising, but it’s really not. Mingyu is charming and sexy and gorgeous; he has a wonderful talent of making public videos seem like an intimate experience. Wonwoo would know. Whenever Mingyu turns that lust-blown gaze onto the camera, Wonwoo feels like that look is for him alone. The strip tease video has managed to climb the ranks of his favourite videos because it feels like Mingyu is putting on a private show just for him. And then there’s another issue: Mingyu had transferred a lump sum of money into his account, $1167.80 this time, which actually made Wonwoo freak out. He had taken Mingyu by the shoulders and shook him and cried a little when he said, Stop it, Mingyu! You don’t owe me anything! Mingyu had just laughed, gently taking him by the wrists so Wonwoo would stop shaking him.  He’s been mauling the idea over in his head while secretly masturbating to his best friend. The tipping point was having Mingyu handover a thousand bucks like it was nothing. They’re lying on their stomachs in front of their heater, doing homework when Wonwoo breaks the silence by saying, “So I was thinking… Maybe. Um. Maybe I could make a video with you?” Mingyu looks up from his assignment, face blank, and Wonwoo squirms. “What kind of video?” “You know what kind of video I’m talking about.” Mingyu’s lips twist into a half-smile. “What brought this up?” Wonwoo ducks his head. He had been expecting Mingyu to agree right away, maybe tease him a bit and say, I told you it was a good way to make money.”I-I don’t know. I just—” “Are you still hung up on the money I transferred to your account? I told you not to worry about it. You were in one of my most viewed videos.” Wonwoo latches onto that. “So if we made more videos together, you’d get more subscribers, right?” “Probably.” “So… Do you want to, then?” Mingyu sighs and ruffles a hand through his hair. “Do you want to? I don’t want you to get all weird on me again.” “I won’t,” Wonwoo says firmly. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I think I can do it. You were right. The money is good. So if you don’t mind… I’d like to. I mean, I know you’re established now, so it’s totally cool if you don’t want me ruining that but, yeah. If you want to.” “Been thinkin’ about it a lot, huh?” Mingyu echoes slyly and Wonwoo blushes. It’s so typical of Mingyu to linger on that. “Well, sure. Why the hell not? The subscribers loved you. I have a bunch of requests floating around that people wanted us to do together.” .* * * Wonwoo never thought there’d come a day when he’d actually prepare to get fucked.  On Saturday, they went out to get waxed. Mingyu had marched up to the front desk and loudly requested a Brazilian wax while Wonwoo pretended not to know him. Every moment of it was as painful as he expected it to be, but he laughed the entire way through because Mingyu went over the top with his screams and pained groans. Probably to make him feel better. As Mingyu likes to call it, today is the big reveal of Wonwoo’s bare ass. Wonwoo had spent the better part of the morning washing himself carefully and experimentally sticking a finger up his ass. With the unfamiliar angle, he can’t say he got anything out of it other than a sore wrist. He’s sitting on Mingyu’s bed as the other is setting up the camera, and God help him—he wants this. Has been looking forward to it all damn week since they decided on this request. “You ready?” Mingyu asks, looking over at him. Wonwoo gives him the thumbs up. Mingyu presses record and dives onto the bed. “Hello dear viewers! Welcome back to Meanie Mondays. Look who’s joining me for today!” Mingyu throws an arm around Wonwoo and pulls him in so that they’re pressed cheek-to-cheek. “Hey everyone.” Wonwoo looks at his phone to see what he’s supposed to say next. “This video’s for bearslovetwinkies who said, ‘Hey Meanie, loved the first video. Beanie was fucking adorable and looks like he has a cute lil’ ass. Why don’t you finger him and open him up for us? Milk that prostate nice and good.’” Wonwoo starts off strong, but his voice falters as he keeps reading. He can’t believe someone said that about him; he can’t believe he read the comment out loud. “Um, wow, thanks bearslovetwinkies. I’ve never had anyone tell me I had a cute ass—” “I can personally attest the truth of that statement, though,” Mingyu butts in and Wonwoo shoves him playfully. “—um yeah so… I guess you all can be the judge of whether or not that’s true.” Wonwoo lies down on his back and lets Mingyu strip him and whisper praise.  “You’re so good, babe… You’re already hard. You excited?” Wonwoo raises his head from the pillow to glare at Mingyu, who just laughs. He shivers a little when Mingyu slides his boxers down his hips and off his ankles. Mingyu doesn’t even try to be subtle as he runs his eyes down Wonwoo’s body, darkened gaze lingering on Wonwoo’s arousal. Wonwoo squirms under the attention. It’s so different like this—more exposed and vulnerable—with him on his back and Mingyu hovering over him. He reaches for a pillow and tries to cover himself up but Mingyu pushes his arm away. “Whatcha actin’ all shy for?” Mingyu grins at him, wicked and voice teasing. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” “Just hurry up and get on with it,” Wonwoo snaps, horny and nervous and angry all at the same time. “Get on with what, babe? You gotta be more specific…” Wonwoo whines in frustration; his best friend looks like he’s enjoying this way too much. “Your fingers… “ Mingyu wiggles his fingers. “What about ‘em?” God, he could actually deck this kid for being so damn infuriating, playing him like this. But for some crazy reason, Wonwoo likes that Mingyu is denying him this, making him work for what he wants, and he wonders if the same craving for denial extends to other things...  He’s discovering all kinds of things about himself he’d be happier off not knowing. “Put them in me?” His voice is barely above a whisper, but he sees the pupils of Mingyu’s eyes explode at his request. “Are you asking me, or telling me?” “Put your fingers in me,” Wonwoo demands in a moment of braveness, but then he’s turning his head to bury his chin into his shoulder. “Hold your legs open for me.” Wonwoo obliges, bringing his knees up to his ribs and holding himself spread open by the thighs. His hips are tilted up, putting his ass on full display. Fuck. Fuck, this is so damn embarrassing and he feels the cool air of their bedroom on his bare cock and balls and ass. “Holy fuckin’ shit, you look so damn good,” Mingyu breathes. “This warrants a close up.” Mingyu slides off the bed to grab the camera.  Wonwoo laughs shakily and looks at the ceiling. This is honest to goodness happening. He can feel the camera just a few inches away from his ass and part of him doesn’t even care. “Look at that…”  Wonwoo lets out a tiny gasp of surprise and clenches when he feels a finger press against the furl of his opening. “So pink and small. Are my fingers really going to fit in there?” “Why don’t you try and find out?” Wonwoo goads. His fingers travel down his thighs to cup his ass and he spreads himself apart obscenely. Mingyu actually whimpers and Wonwoo’s cock twitches at the sound of it. The camera goes back on its stand. Mingyu slicks his fingers up with lube and Wonwoo’s toes curl in anticipation when he hears the wet sounds it makes. “O-oh…” Wonwoo gasps when Mingyu pours lube onto his perineum, the liquid sliding down his crack to collect at his hole. Mingyu’s palms are splayed on his ass now, spreading Wonwoo open with his thumbs, sometimes running the pad of his thumb over the opening. Wonwoo wiggles his hips, breath hitching when the tip of a finger pushes inside him before retreating. And then Mingyu’s pushing his finger into Wonwoo, slow and steady, right until his knuckle is pressed flush against Wonwoo’s ass. Wonwoo groans against the stretch, clenching around the digit. There’s a slight burning sensation, but pleasure beyond it. Mingyu experimentally curls his fingers and pushes it against his walls. It’s the strangest feeling to have a finger pulling out of him and sliding back in, but Wonwoo thinks he could get addicted to the stretching sensation and knowing that there’s a part of Mingyu inside him. “You can put in another one,” Wonwoo breathes and his best friend obliges. When Mingyu finds that spot inside him, Wonwoo goes boneless. He closes his eyes, melting into the sensation and moaning languidly. Mingyu pumps in and out of him, brushing against the bundle of nerves, and Wonwoo’s cock is leaking precum onto his stomach in pearly drops. God, he loves this—loves the feeling of Mingyu’s fingers working him open, curling against his prostate over and over again. He clenches around Mingyu’s fingers, trying to keep them held against his prostate, but Mingyu pulls out, fingertips tickling at his entrance and Wonwoo whines at the loss. “Can you work for it, babe?” Mingyu asks. “I’m gonna keep my fingers right here, and if you want them inside you, you gotta fuck yourself on ‘em, ‘kay?” Wonwoo takes two seconds to be impressed with Mingyu’s dirty talk before his eyes round. This is so unfair, but the thought of having to take what he wants… of doing all the work while Mingyu just sits back and relaxes and watches—it makes him more excited than it should and he shudders. Positioning himself on his hands and knees, Wonwoo reaches behind him to line three of Mingyu’s fingers against his hole, and then guides them inside of him. When Mingyu is knuckle deep inside him, Wonwoo drops his head and exhales shakily, trying to get used to the stretch. Every time he wiggles his hips, he can feel Mingyu’s fingertips brushing against him deliciously. The burning subsides and he’s left feeling full. Clutching the sheets beneath him, Wonwoo rocks forward before pushing his hips back onto Mingyu’s fingers. He finds a steady rhythm, body undulating and hips rolling as he fucks himself on Mingyu’s hand. He’s searching for that spot, moving his hips a bit side to side, making his cock sway, spreading his knees even more and arching his ass up… It’s hard when Mingyu isn’t doing anything to look for it too.  And then he finds that bundle of nerves and he lets out a stuttered cry, squeezing his ass rhythmically around Mingyu’s fingers, milking them like… Milking them like he’d milk Mingyu’s cock if it were inside him. Despite what they’re doing, it still feels naughty to think about Mingyu fucking him and it has him gasping in want.  Mingyu told him to work for it, but Wonwoo figures his best friend doesn’t give a damn anymore, with the way he’s thrusting his fingers inside in time to meet Wonwoo’s own sloppy movements. Wonwoo pants, thighs trembling, so close that he can feel his lower abdomen tightening. His arms give out beneath him and he collapses, fisting the sheets as Mingyu fucks his fingers into him with wet, dirty sounds, hitting his prostate every time. “You gonna come baby? You gonna come without me touching your cock?” Wonwoo nods desperately, biting into the blankets to muffle his groans. He’s squirming and huffing and incoherent, can’t think or speak—can only feel. It only takes one more hard thrust and curling of fingers before Wonwoo is convulsing and spurting onto the sheets beneath him. Mingyu continues to push against his prostate while he comes, slowly pulling out when the bucking of Wonwoo’s hips weakens. Wonwoo stretches out on the bed, regaining his breath. He feels Mingyu slide in behind him and he damn near turns around for a cuddle.  “You were so hot I actually creamed my pants,” Mingyu admits with a chuckle. Wonwoo pulls the pillow from beneath his head and covers Mingyu’s head with it in response. * * * Wonwoo never expected it of himself, but he gets used to the camera. He doesn’t stutter as much, his grins are more relaxed, and he even starts joking around a bit in the introductions to their videos. Over the next three months, they amass a loyal following of 5,327 subscribers and post 15 videos, some of which are vlogs, most of which are requests.  They’ve done a video where Mingyu was asked to get Wonwoo off on nipple play and dirty talk alone. He had sat naked between the vee of Mingyu’s legs, his own legs spread for the viewers’ pleasure. It felt stupid at first and he almost doubted he’d even be able to get hard. But then again, it was Mingyu, so of course he fucking got hard… Hearing Mingyu whisper all the dirty things he wanted to do all the while pinching and flicking and rubbing Wonwoo’s nipples. Wonwoo had gotten embarrassingly close, bucking his hips helplessly against the air and then pushing back into Mingyu’s own hard cock. Only when he cried, “Min-mmm, I-I can’t…!”, had Mingyu taken pity on him and brought him off in a few quick strokes. In another video, Wonwoo was asked to keep Mingyu’s cock warm with his mouth. He had taken Mingyu’s soft cock into his mouth and let it rest heavy on his tongue until his jaw ached and he was drooling around it. The entire time, Mingyu had softly stroked his hair and did a vlog. Ten minutes in, Wonwoo had started to get restless. His knees ached and his foot was falling asleep beneath him. Because wasn’t it kind of ridiculous? Here he was on his knees before Mingyu, cock in mouth, and he was just supposed to keep it warm? No one could really blame him when he hollowed his cheeks and started to suck gently. He loved the way Mingyu had looked down at him in shock—a blowjob was never a part of the request—and how his best friend’s cock had swollen in his mouth. It was wet and messy, with saliva running down his chin and Mingyu’s hand fisting his hair as he fucked into Wonwoo’s mouth. Their actual first time, penetration and all, was also documented on camera. Mingyu had prepared him so well, eating him out until Wonwoo was actually crying—the hand tight around his dick wouldn’t let him come, and oh god, he had to so, so bad—his ass dripping with saliva and Mingyu’s own face slicked wet. It was fucking perfect; everything Wonwoo could have ever wanted aside from the publicity of it. But Mingyu managed to keep Wonwoo’s mind off it for the most part, breathing, Hey, you keep your eyes on me, whenever Wonwoo’s gaze drifted. All of this is so different from what he had expected. He thought that their viewers would be complete horn dogs, greasy old men and cougars and maybe they are, but a great bulk of their fanbase is composed of barely legal teenage girls and boys trying to figure out their sexuality. Regardless of age and gender, they’re surprisingly fun and supportive. They thank ‘M’ and ‘Beanie’ for their work, leave comments like, ‘You two are adorable! Love seeing you guys appear in my feed.’ There’s never a shortage of requests. Wonwoo could get used to this. Discovering all these new things about Mingyu and himself is exhilarating. It feels like they’ve entered the friendship equivalent of the honeymoon stage with how excited they are to be around each other. They haven’t told any of their friends about the new development in their relationship—they’ve yet to define it themselves, but maybe they’re more obvious than they thought.

Jeonghan looks at him through narrowed eyes from across the table and then announces to the entire damn restaurant, “You got laid.” Wonwoo chokes on his soba noodles and reaches blindly for his cup of tea. “That’s crazy talk, Jeonghan,” he wheezes. “I thought so too, but your reaction just confirmed it.” Wonwoo curses. Jeonghan is just too perceptive for his own good. It must be a psychology major thing. “Were you trying to hide it? Because you’re doing an awful job of it. Glad you and Mingyu finally got together. You were killing me, eye fucking each other like nobody’s business. I felt like a voyeur.” “W-what? How did you know Mingyu and I…?” “I didn’t. You just told me.” Wonwoo groans and hides his face in his hands. “You tricked me… Goddamn psych majors.” Jeonghan laughs. “Doesn’t take a psych major to figure out how much you two like each other. I’m just surprised it took you guys this long. So how’d it happen?” Wonwoo pushes his noodles around in his plate. Jeonghan is probably the last person on Earth that would judge them for doing porn and he’s a damn good secret keeper too. While he doesn’t mind Jeonghan finding out about their unconventional job, he doesn’t want to tell anyone until he’s spoken to Mingyu about it. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?” he says, and Jeonghan loyally says, “They’d have to torture it out of me.” “Mingyu and I… we’re not actually together. We’re just, um—friends with benefits, I guess?” Wonwoo says. It’s a happy medium from the truth. “Really? Just friends with benefits? And you’re satisfied with that?” Jeonghan looks at him skeptically.  Wonwoo shrugs. “Yeah. We’re both single. We’re best friends. Mingyu’s hot. Having sex here and there just makes everything better.” Jeonghan gives him a Are you fucking serious? look. “You guys have known each other since you were kids. You’re living together and doing stuff for each other that normal best friends don’t do. Seriously, Mingyu looks at you like he could have absolutely nothing and still be the happiest person on the planet because he has you. The guy would kill a person for you! You’re living the dream and you’re settling for friends with benefits?” Jeonghan sounds indignant and Wonwoo looks at him sadly. “You know Seungcheol—” Jeonghan cuts him off with a wave. “This isn’t about me and Seungcheol. I know you really like Mingyu. Maybe you haven’t noticed because you can’t tell the difference between loving Mingyu as a friend and loving him as something more. But… you have to ask yourself if you’re really happy with just having casual sex, if you’d be okay with seeing Mingyu with someone who isn’t you—” Oh god, Wonwoo hates the idea of that. “—You have to decide what you want from your relationship and just go for it. You’ll regret it if you don’t at least try. Trust me on this one.” “I know,” Wonwoo says softly, reaching across the table to take Jeonghan’s hand. “I trust you.” Jeonghan gives him a watery smile. “Just think about it, okay? Mingyu… I can tell. He’s crazy about you. And besides, you know him better than I do. Does Mingyu really seem like the kind of person who would have sex with a buddy just for the hell of it?” Wonwoo wants to say no, but he knows Mingyu isn’t doing it ‘just for the hell of it’. There’s a good amount of money involved and money’s always been one hell of a motivator. But he knows he wants Mingyu, and based on what Jeonghan’s just said, Mingyu might want him back, too.

Author’s note - dat implied jeongcheol doe. Anyways, thanks for reading, all! There’s just one more chapter left in this series. If you liked what you read, a comment would be very much appreciated :D Also, let me know if you guys would like bottom Mingyu or Wonwoo in the final chapter. This is a very important national survey.