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𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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The party was all that Felix could talk about for the next few days leading up to the big event. He lived, ate, and breathed planning their outfits for the special occasion. And of course, how could Minho ever deny him the fun of it all? So he went along with it - looking at the Pinterest boards for outfit inspiration and the late-night FaceTime calls to discuss makeup. Because of course, he couldn’t have Felix over when Chris was still unaware of their connection.

That’s how he found himself lying atop Felix’s bed the night of the party, head resting against a soft downy pillow as his boyfriend straddled his waist. Felix was leaning over him, applying a myriad of primers and lotions and glitter to every part of Minho’s face.

For a while, the older man had been ordered to keep his eyes shut. But now, he was staring up at Felix. Minho watched in loving bliss, as Felix used the brush in his nimble fingers to swipe something across his cheeks.

“Don’t stare at me like that, you’re gonna make me lose my focus,” Felix mumbled quietly, dipping a little bit closer to Minho to get a better angle at his cheekbones. Felix was already decked out in his outfit for the night… a tight pink miniskirt that had at least a thousand small diamonds sewn into the blush fabric, with a matching tube-top.

But Minho couldn’t help himself and continued to look at his boyfriend. With the blonde tresses that were slightly curled at the ends, and the pink-purple sparkly eyeshadow that lined his lids. A glittery lip gloss was spread across Felix’s lips, making them look so delicious and kissable. And his cheeks were dusted with a healthy coating of blush.

“Well, if you weren’t sitting on top of me right now, I wouldn’t be looking at you so intently.”

“Bullshit.”

“Don’t swear, it’s uncouth.”

Felix pulled the brush away from Minho’s flesh, raising a dark eyebrow his way. His forehead was half-covered by his long fringe. “Since when were you against swearing?”

“Since tonight.”

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Felix got up from his place on top of Minho, motioning for him to take a look at his new look in the mirror. Upon a glimpse at his reflection, he came face to face with Felix’s transformation. Black kohl liner was smudged across his lids, a tiny bit of mascara on his bottom lashes accentuating the silver bits of highlighter that were dusted across the slope of his nose and the tops of his eyebrows.

“Wow, baby… it’s…”

“It looks bad, doesn’t it?” Felix pouted at Minho’s reflection in the mirror, as he kneeled close behind him on the bed and rested his chin atop one of the older man’s shoulders. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone with the silver-”

“Pixie, stop. It looks really fucking great,” Minho began, reaching behind him and taking ahold of his small, warm hand. “We’re like light and darkness. I love it. It’s great…”

At that, Felix was blushing furiously, turning a little bashful at the praise. He sat back from Minho’s form, digits clinging to the rim of his short skirt and tugging it down a little bit. But not before Minho got a glimpse of the see-through cherry red panties that he was wearing underneath through the mirror’s reflection.

“I-I’m glad that you liked it,” he mumbled, fiddling with the jewels on his outfit.

That had Minho turning around in his spot, fully taking ahold of Felix’s hands and giving his chilled knuckles a few gentle kisses. “You know, if you don’t wanna go to the party anymore, that’s completely fine, baby. Don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to,” and when Felix began to open his mouth to protest, Minho continued, “and especially don’t allow me to influence you in any way. Do whatever the hell your heart desires.”

He could sense the back-and-forth that was swirling in the younger’s brain just then. Since, the last time he had been out on the town late at night, things hadn’t ended very well for him…

“I think, I wanna at least try. And I want to support Jeongin because I know how much this means to him.” Felix said softly, looking down at their intertwined hands and sucking in a deep breath.

Minho reached forward, fingers curling underneath the blonde’s chin and lifting his gaze to meet his own, “Alright, baby. But one word from you and we’re out of there.”

They somehow found themselves getting out of the taxi in the middle of Gangnam an hour later, staring up at the high-rise apartment that the club was supposed to be at. According to Jeongin, it was in a penthouse suite and only allowed people to access it for private groups that had some kind of connection to the property.

Minho was quick to grab ahold of Felix’s hand, as the younger man led them through the expansive sliding glass doors of the lobby. The place was full of people - from businessmen and women arriving home from work, to a large group of people that were dressed to the nines. There seemed to be some kind of big event going on besides Jeongin’s birthday - a wedding, perhaps?

Either way, the high rise was fucking breathtaking inside. Minho had never seen such immaculate architecture in a modern apartment building - from the gilded, 10-foot ceilings with the gold plated wallpaper, the golden-dusted furniture and red velvet carpet under their feet. Everything looked crazy expensive.

Felix gripped on a little tighter to Minho’s hand as they made their way up the elevator to the highest floor - the building was over 50 stories tall, so the views from the club’s windows would surely be fucking wild. Minho knew they were in the right area the moment he felt the booming bass of music vibrating through his shoes.

The outside walls of the club were completely nondescript, save for the black side panels and the burly, tall bouncer that stood guard over the main doorway. As the couple sidled up to the line of people waiting to be let in, the bouncer surveyed them intently. No doubt having been trained to keep a keen eye on everyone trying to enter such a prestigious venue.

“Hey- you two over here!” The bouncer suddenly yelled in their direction, waving an impatient hand toward the front door. He must’ve gotten brief profiles of the VIP guests for the night since Felix merely had to flash some kind of special barcode on his phone and they were skipping the line entirely.

Immediately upon stepping into the club, Minho was overstimulated to the max. Expansive and crystal-clear windows wrapped around the entire place, allowing the city’s surrounding lights to filter into the atmosphere and make everything feel a little dark and ominous. Everything in the club was covered in a mix of blacks and suave violets, down to the very cushions at the bar. Two bars were flanking either side of the room, with a DJ stage in the middle that was shooting out strobe lights in the most brilliant of jeweled-toned colors. The dance floor was crammed with writhing bodies, as people grinned against each other and broke down in solos to the sultry beat that bled out of the massive speakers.

“Felix! You made it!” Someone called over the loudness of the crowd, and Minho turned to see a beaming Jeongin stride over to Felix’s side. Offering his best friend a quick side hug, Jeongin regarded Minho with a curt nod. “Nice to see you, Minho.”

“Yeah, same here…” Minho retorted back, tone a bit icy at the end. His words earned a sharp elbow jab to the ribs from Felix, and he was quick to put on the mask of friendliness. “This is a great spot, Jeongin. Congrats on the birthday, too.”

At the mention of the birthday celebration, Felix pulled out the gift bag that he had painstakingly obsessed over for the past two weeks. Much to Minho’s demise. “Here, Innie— a gift to celebrate another year of your ass being on this earth!” Felix practically screamed over the music.

Jeongin’s eyes lit up a little bit more at the sight of the sparkly bag. He took it in his hands and offered Felix a warm smile. “Thanks, man— I appreciate it.”

Just then, a group of rowdy guys came over to Jeongin’s side, practically begging him to join their drinking game. Jisung and Seungmin were somehow in the mix of people, pulling on Jeongin’s arms to convince him. Jisung, of course, had a lit blunt hanging out of his mouth which he was passing to Seungmin every few seconds.

“C’mon guys, get your lazy asses over here with us!” Jisung moaned, stomping his foot in the start of a temper tantrum. Minho knew he was addressing only the birthday boy and Felix since Jisung regarded him with a sharp glare. Seungmin’s eyes incrementally flashed over to Minho when they had strode up to Jeongin’s side, showing him little interest.

Minho was still clutching onto Felix’s hand, tugging on it a little bit as the younger man tried to join the group of intoxicated guys.

“Babe, I’ll be fine,” Felix said in a quiet whine, leaning into Minho’s space to make sure his boyfriend heard him. "These are my friends. You gotta trust me on this."

Shaking his head slowly, Minho watched as Jisung stumbled over his own two feet across the dance floor, already wasted. It wasn’t even one hour into the night. “No. I’m not allowing you near those kinds of people. Not alone, at least.”

Felix was reaching up to Minho after that, carding his fingers through the older’s hair as he pressed a fervent kiss to his lips. The cotton candy flavor of the blonde’s lip gloss was sweet against Minho’s lips. Melting his resolve incrementally. “It’ll be okay, Min. Just trust me on this one, yeah?”

And then he wasn’t leaving any more room for argument, ripping his hand away from Minho’s and running up to Seungmin’s side with a laugh. Minho stood there in silence, watching as Felix disappeared into the throng of sweaty bodies. He could feel the anger building up inside of his system. A slight bit of jealousy sat on the tip of his tongue with a vengeance. But these were Felix’s friends, this was his group of people. And if he and Felix were to continue to be a thing, Minho had to get used to Felix living his own life with certain… individuals surrounding him.

Even if they were a lot more colorful than what Minho would’ve liked for Felix.

He somehow found himself sipping on a glass of beer a little bit later, back leaning against one of the windows of the club as he stared out across the dance floor, focus completely on Felix. On the way his thin frame, dusted in highlighter, glimmered under the rainbow of spotlights. The way he shared in the passing of blunts around the group of friends every few minutes. The way he tipped his blonde head of hair back each time he lost in a round of their drinking game, quickly taking a shot of soju or tequila or any other liquor that was available.

Minho’s eyes never tore away from his boyfriend’s form, even from being situated so far away from him. He wanted to give the younger man some space, some time to breathe freely with his… people, away from the constraints of responsibility and stress. But if one thing were to go awry, Minho would be the first one at the scene.

Like how Renjun and some other guys Minho had never seen before subtly rolled up to the group that Felix was mixed up in. Gradually, Minho watched as Renjun drew closer to Felix. And then Felix was leaning into his space, flashing him a warm smile and whispering something into his ear.

They were so fucking close.

And it took everything in Minho not to storm right over there and rip Felix out of the booth he was currently lazing in.

He could tell his boyfriend was slowly getting more tipsy - from the way he swayed back and forth with each laugh that slipped from his lips. He kept stealing the lit blunt right out of Jisung’s hands, taking long drags of it as Renjun spoke to him over the club’s booming music.

Minho’s focus on the circle of young men was interrupted by someone bumping into his side abruptly.

“Holy shit— I’m so fucking sorry!” The person said, and it registered in the back of Minho’s mind that it was a woman's voice. Slowly, his eyes turned away from Felix to the person standing next to him.

She looked like a young freshman, barely over the legal drinking age. Her pin-straight, long black hair gleamed in the club’s violet lighting, as she sipped on a glass of champagne and hastily pulled down the hem of her short black dress.

“Don’t worry about it,” is all Minho said before his focus turned back to his boyfriend. Felix was squished between Jisung and Renjun in the booth, his face lit up with a lazy smile and slightly hooded eyes. Minho could feel his jaw tightening at the sight of it all, as he swallowed down a dry gulp of beer.

“You’re… Lee Minho, right?” The girl’s voice called out over the music, ripping Minho back into his current situation. “I’ve seen some of your performances on campus… you’re brilliant.”

“What’s your major?”

“Asian Dance Theory.”

Minho’s gaze flashed to hers, as he gave her a weary smile, “That’s one of the toughest subjects in the university. Good luck with that, doll.”

A furiously red blush erupted across the girl's cheeks, as she scrambled to find the right kind of comeback, “I made valedictorian in high school, I think I’ll be just fine,” she took another long drag of her champagne, leaning against the nearby window for support. “Besides, I have seniors like you and Hyunjin Hyung to look up to…”

The mention of his friend made Minho’s neck whip around to face the young girl again. “Aren’t you new to the school? How the hell do you know about my Hyunjinnie?”

She shrugged at that, offering him a cloying smile just before she hid it behind the rim of her glass, “Word about the school’s two best dancers gets around pretty quickly, I guess.”

“Well, I’m going to be graduating in the new year, so that news will only be about Hyunjin pretty soon…”

And whatever else the girl said after that faded off into the background. Blending into the music of the club, her figure shaded by the flashing lights. Because Minho’s focus was back on his boyfriend with a vengeance.

He watched in silence, as Renjun had a firm grip on Felix’s knee, leaning into him every few seconds and making him laugh with his words. And then Felix was turning to his again, passing the blunt and watching with a blissful smile as Renjun took a long drag of the dark smoke. There was no mistaking the chemistry between them. That much Minho could tell. From the way that Felix immediately folded into Renjun’s side when he initially sat down. From the way Renjun kept making him smile and laugh like Felix didn’t have a care in the world.

Minho wondered what kind of history there was between them - what kind of memories sprung up in Felix’s mind every time he was around the young Chinese man. He wondered what kind of positions Renjun used to have Felix in, what kind of things he used to have the blonde scream out when he was—

Almost on cue, like Minho’s swarthy thoughts about the two of them had woken Felix out of his drunken stupor, the two young men were looking across the club, making direct eye contact with Minho. Leaning against Renjun, Felix's lips drew close to his ear as he whispered something into his ear. His words made the brown-haired man smile, the low v-line cut of his shirt dipping a little bit as he chuckled. Minho continued leaning against the cool windowpane, arms folded across his chest and his drink long gone and finished. He was already two beers and one chardonnay in. And he had a feeling he would need more if he was to keep up with the night’s antics.

Minho stared at the two young men with hard eyes, feeling his jaw clench a little bit more as Renjun whispered back to Felix. He was so close to Felix.

Too close.

And just as Minho had had enough and was shifting upright to make his way over to Felix’s group of friends, the blonde man was standing up from his position. Renjun’s hand fell away from his knee, and he subtly pushed Felix forward with a hearty laugh.

Felix stumbled a bit, right into the arm of a waiter who was holding a tray of full shot glasses. Felix plucked one of the neon-green drinks off of the silver platter and began his trek across the dance floor. Right into the view of Minho. Felix moved lethally, like a panther descending upon its prey. Thin limbs swayed to the booming music that pumped out of the speakers, cheekbones and lips shining from the copious amounts of highlighter he had put on earlier that night.

And then he was close enough to Minho for the older man to reach out. To grab ahold of Felix’s waist and pull him into his presence. To wind a hand behind his neck, to grab ahold of the blonde locks at the base of his neck and yank a little bit on them. To stare down into the younger’s blown-wide pupils, which were dark and swimming with a mix of lust and mirth.

Minho was practically towering over Felix’s form, taking in the scent of weed and the sweet, peony perfume that coated his glistening skin. Then he was yanking on his hair a little bit harder, earning a low whine from the younger man.

“Stop it, princess. You’re being mean.” Is all Minho said in a husky voice, the bitter taste of alcohol thick on his tongue.

Felix’s pearly white teeth grasped his plump bottom lip, as he all but pouted up at his boyfriend. “How am I being mean?” He mused, eyes growing hooded from the way Minho was staring down at him. And the older man got the sense that this had been his plan all along. The whole time, Felix knew exactly what he was doing. And so did Renjun.

That’s why they had done it all in the first place…

To get a rise out of Minho, a reaction.

“You need to shut the fuck up and behave, slut.” Minho found himself gritting out, nails digging into Felix’s scalp and causing him to whine a little bit more.

But then, Minho was silencing him again. By the firm press of his lips, by the way that the tip of his tongue traced the line of the younger’s mouth, by the way that his teeth took ahold of his bottom lip, by the way his tongue swiped against Felix’s.

Minho’s gaze flicked from Felix’s closed eyes to across the dance floor, where he found Renjun sitting back in the booth Felix had previously been sitting in. Renjun locked eyes with him, quirking an eyebrow in question. In competition. Minho pressed his mouth a little bit harder against Felix after that, his hand around his waist growing tighter until he had Felix’s body flush against his own.

Felix was all but a moaning mess underneath him, already coming undone by a simple kiss. Minho could feel him growing hard against the fabric of his short skirt, his throbbing cock pressing against his thigh. Minho’s focus tore away from Renjun, as he stared down at his squirming, pink-faced boyfriend.

The blonde man suddenly pulled away from the kiss, giggling happily as he took ahold of Minho’s hand and led him towards the dance floor. “C’mon, baby— let’s dance!” He said in a lilting voice, a shock of pure glee spread across his face as they made it onto the center of the dance floor.

For a moment, Minho just stood there. Holding onto his boyfriend while staring daggers down at him. “Why again- did I let you talk me into doing this shit?” He asked, raising a dark eyebrow just as another couple pushed into their space with their gyrating moves.

Rolling his eyes slowly, Felix fit his hands behind Minho’s warm neck and tilted his head back, the flashing LED lights of the room highlighting his sparkly cheekbones and eyelids. “Because- you love me, Min. And also… because you love it when I dress up like this.”

Felix looked like a pixie doll at that moment - one of those pretty figurines Minho saw being decorated on his TikTok FYP all of the time. Unfortunately, his algorithm knew exactly what he liked. Felix looked so fucking gorgeous - and way out of his league. Even still, Minho had the mind to dig his fingers into the exposed skin of Felix’s waist and begin to grind into him in time with the booming music at their feet. Like muscle memory, his footsteps matched the rhythm of the sound, and his dancer's sense was attuned to the vibe.

“Who said anything about me loving that shit?” He played it off, secretly loving the way Felix’s miniskirt was beginning to ride up on his milky thighs with their sensuous dancing.

“Awe- you don’t like it…?”

The pouting on Felix’s face did wonders to Minho’s growing hard-on. The view of Felix's blown-wide pupils and swollen, pink lips shot right down to Minho's cock, only forcing him to get harder against Felix in the throng of the music.

“I never said-”

“Then why don’t I just take it off right now?” Felix suddenly began, pulling away from Minho’s hold and grabbing onto the ends of his tube top. “Since you don’t-”

Minho was moving at the speed of light, quicker than a single blink. Wrapping his hands around Felix’s wrists, he pulled the blonde man close to his chest, a condescending smirk widening across his lips. “Keep this up and you won’t get anything tonight, angel.”

“Maybe I don’t want anything.”

At that, Minho let out a dry, humorless chuckle. They both knew Felix was lying. Once he had a taste of Minho, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. “Don’t act like you’re not gonna beg for my cock tonight as soon as we get back to campus.”

“Mmhm- nope, that’s not gonna happen.”

“Oh, too bad. Guess I’ll just have to waste all my cum when I jerk off into my hand…” Minho’s voice trailed off, as his thumbs circled the sharp point of Felix’s jaw. Then, he was leaning into him - catching his scent of sweet berries and cream. Locking his mouth onto the side of Felix’s neck that was freely exposed, Minho scraped his canines against sensitive, soft flesh. “If only you weren’t being such a filthy slut… maybe we could’ve had fun tonight…”

Felix’s entire body shuddered against him, and a low, dirty moan slipped from between his lips as Minho dug his teeth into the side of his jugular. After carving a purple-hearted mark there, the older man gazed down at Felix’s parted lips. At the way his tube top was falling down on his heaving chest, so close to revealing his pretty, pink nipples. And Minho wanted nothing more but to get on his knees just then - birthday party be damned - and suck on them. He wanted to pull down that stupid fucking pink top of Felix’s and run his tongue along his pert buds, rolling them between his fingers and biting them just how he knew Felix liked it. Wanted to pull Felix's skimpy little skirt down and eat his ass out, to palm his cock until he was so tender and shaking and red. Just how Minho liked him.

But of course, the universe had other plans. And that wouldn’t be very appropriate for the rest of the party. So instead, Minho decided to save all of those… things, for later. Instead, he leaned into Felix’s presence to stick his tongue down his throat, much to the blonde's delight.

After they came apart to capture a few calming breaths for themselves, Felix’s cheeks were flushed with a stark blush. “Min- everyone’s watching.”

“Who cares… you think I give a fuck?” He replied, doing a filthy move against Felix with his hips that left the younger shaking with ecstasy in his very spot. “They can stare for all they want. My boyfriend’s hot and I’m not gonna deny it- I want everyone to know who’s gonna bend you over tonight and fuck that pretty hole of yours right open.”

That had Felix giggling low in his throat, as he threw his head back behind his shoulders and felt the music with every fiber of his being. Minho thought his boyfriend looked so pretty like that - basking in the energy of the room, underneath the twinkling neon lights of the stage. The dance floor was packed and it felt like they were two worms squirming their way through a snail’s path.

Minho thought that they should dance more together. That he should bring Felix to the studio and show him some… moves.

And if their lesson ended with Felix’s clothes off, Minho’s pants pulled down, and his dick flush against the younger’s ass…

Well, there was nothing to be done about it.

Felix lifted his head and opened his eyes soon after that thought crossed Minho’s mind, giving him a tiny, sly smirk. And then he was leaning forward and laying his head against Minho’s shoulder, just as the DJ changed the music up to a slow, sultry R&B tune.

They danced like that for a long while, swaying to the rhythm that thrummed underneath their feet, Minho holding Felix to his body as close as he possibly could. Felix’s small hands clutched onto anything he could get his ahold of - Minho’s waist, hair, arms.

At one point, Minho got so lost in the music and alcohol swimming through his head that he failed to hear Felix calling out to him. It was with a tiny voice, and the older’s eyes only opened after Felix was tugging on his sleeve.

“Wha-” Minho began but stopped in his tracks once he saw the look on Felix’s face. His eyebrows were raised incrementally, his eyes darting around and around, his bottom lip trembling a little bit. “Baby- what’s wrong?” He carded a few fingers through Felix’s damp locks, pushing away the hair from his eyes and getting a clear version of his boyfriend’s expression.

He looked scared out of his mind.

“That… man…” He started to say, the words seeming to fail him halfway through the sentence. Slowly, he pointed over Minho’s shoulder to some point in the distance behind them. Whipping his head around so fast to the point where he felt a strain in his spine, Minho’s eyes crossed the expanse of dark shadows and writhing bodies to try and see what Felix was talking about. “From the club- before- he…”

Just as Felix managed to get those words out, Minho caught sight of the person in question.

That man.

No, not a man…

A fucking monster.

And he was at Jeongin’s birthday party.

Standing in the middle of a group of girls - one of them being the girl Minho had chatted with earlier in the night. The man had a possessive arm thrown around one of their waists, holding a brunette close to his side as he leaned his head back and took a long puff of something.

Minho wouldn’t put it past him to use cocaine.

He could feel the anger rising in him like an ocean wave - crashing over the surface of his heart and clouding everything else out of his brain. At that exact moment, he had to do everything in his power to hold onto Felix and not storm directly over there.

The audacity that this monster had…

Sensing the turmoil swimming through his boyfriend, Felix tugged on his hand to bring Minho out of his reverie of rage-filled thoughts. “Let’s just go, Min… I’m tired anyway-”

“Why the hell is he here?”

Felix shrugged at that, but the pain written all over his face was enough to tip Minho off the edge of no return. And so suddenly, he was gripping on a little bit harder to Felix, the fire engulfing his esophagus just then.

“I don’t know, babe. But c’mon, we can just go home and-”

“No, Felix!” Minho shouted in an outburst of anger. It startled Felix, and the blonde man was immediately pulling away. Bringing him close again, Minho pressed their foreheads together and breathed in a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, my angel… but I’m not gonna let this go. I can’t walk out of here in good conscience knowing that that kind of demon is lurking around everyone.”

After that, Minho didn’t allow any more room for Felix to argue back with him. Instead, he took a firm grasp of his hand and walked them across the dance floor over to Jeongin and his group of friends. They had migrated to one of the room’s two bars, sipping on martinis and Cosmo’s.

“Do you realize who the fuck is here tonight?” Minho shouted over the music at no one in particular. The group of students stopped their chatting and all eyes were turned onto Minho and the shaking blonde in his arms. “Who sent out the goddamned invitations because obviously, something slipped through the cracks-”

The majority of the group seemed to find Minho’s outburst entertaining. Like... oh guys- look at him. Felix’s pathetic ass boyfriend… trying to garner some attention at our rich, pompous party. Jisung and Seungmin were sitting in the corner of the bar, smoking blunts and sipping on half-full glasses of soju. Their eyes were glazed over and they snickered to each other as they stared on at Minho.

“What the hell is going on, Minho?” Jeongin finally yelled over the booming music, placing his glass of wine down on the bar’s countertop. Throughout the night, someone had dressed him up in birthday attire - and he was fit with a paper hat that said “It’s my birthday” and a pin tied to his shirt that read “Birthday boy.” It all made Minho want to vomit.

“I’m talking about that prick over there-” Minho shouted back, pointing his finger across the expansive room to the monster and his group of swooning women. He was unaware of all the eyes that were trained on him just then, as he cozied up to some of the girls and forced them to drink from his glass of neon-colored alcohol. “He’s the one that drugged Felix back at that club from before!”

There was a long bout of silence throughout the whole group, and then some people started laughing. A girl that was sitting next to Jeongin assessed Minho and Felix, her blue eyes scanning up and down the lengths of them.

“Joohan? What the fuck are you even talking about, man? He’s a regular alumnus around here…” She rolled her eyes at Felix in particular, exasperated by the supposed show that Minho was putting on for everyone. How the blonde was allowing his boyfriend to act out so much. Her piercing gaze almost read; get him in check before I do.

Felix shied away from everyone’s gazes in Minho’s arms, clutching onto his forearm for dear life and shaking a tiny bit. He hated all of the attention - and Minho hated it for him, too.

The only person that seemed to give a shit - that was sober enough - was… Renjun. Immediately at the mention of Felix’s past with Joohan, he shot up from his spot at the bar and came over to Felix’s side.

“Hey, Lixie… it’s gonna be okay…” Renjun whispered in a low tone so that only the three of them standing together could hear the words. “No one’s gonna allow him to get close to you.”

And then Felix was pulling away from Minho’s side and melting into Renjun’s grasp, nuzzling his head into the side of the brown-haired man’s neck for comfort. For a moment, Minho assessed them… the worry laden on Renjun’s face and the way he gently patted Felix’s head.

Just then, Minho got the inkling that Renjun was the only true friend Felix had anymore.

“So? Are you gonna do anything about it, Jeongin? Or do I need to take care of the monstrous cunt?” Minho finally said, the words slipping between his clenched teeth like heated venom. His fists were tightening at his sides, the blind rage taking over his entire body with each second that slipped by without him taking action.

Jeongin shrugged then, his blown-wide pupils scanning over Felix’s crumpled form that was pressed against Renjun. The group of women fluttering around Joohan across the room. And finally, Minho’s heaving shoulders. Jeongin seemed to have an amused air about him - like he couldn’t be bothered with such drama during his birthday party.

“I don’t see what the big deal is. Joohan’s not hurting anyone right now… and besides, he’s Minah’s boyfriend. She won’t like it if-”

Things were happening so quickly after that, Minho didn’t even realize what he was doing until it was over and he was heaving over Jeongin’s sprawled body across the floor. His knuckles were red and irritated from the punch, blood spewing out of Jeongin’s nose as he glared up at Minho with a wicked kind of malice.

Everyone rushed around the birthday boy, one of the girls asking the bartender for a wet towel as Jisung helped him up from the ground. They were all so fucking pathetic, and Minho wished he could bring the whole place down with him.

Felix's crying had turned violent, as he sobbed in Renjun’s arms. His tears, the hiccuping, the labored breathing…

It rang in Minho’s ears, reminding him of how much hatred he had towards everyone standing in front of him. He hated them, for treating Felix so badly. For tricking him into thinking that they cared. For so long, they had played the game against the blonde boy - cards always turned the opposite way, a hand under the table dealing a cruel blow. They had done it for so many fucking years, and Minho couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Out!” Jeongin screamed, as he got close to Minho’s face. The blood was still pouring out of his nostrils, as he held the damp washcloth to it. “Get the fuck out right now!” He pointed to the exit with a commanding air, the rage filling his eyes and darkening his features.

“Oh don’t worry- I was already planning on it,” Minho said in a tone as low as death. And then he was turning around from the group and taking ahold of Felix’s hand somewhat roughly. “C’mon, baby- we have better things to do than hang around these useless, scheming cunts.” And then he was turning around, spitting down at the ground where Jeongin’s ugly, shined shoes were. Gasps could be heard from the girls surrounding them, the shock of the moment simmering into a murderous kind of throb.

It was only after they began to walk away from the scene at the bar that Minho realized Renjun was still holding onto Felix’s side. Minho offered him a raised brow in question.

“I’ll help you out of here… I don’t wanna leave his side yet,” Renjun said in answer, as they passed the cramped dance floor.

Just then, Minho’s eyes landed on the monster who was now sitting on one of the couches close to the window, a beautiful young girl flanking either of his sides. He was laughing heartily, not a care in the world. And Minho wanted to do nothing more but wipe that smirk off of his face permanently.

His feet were stopping in their tracks before his mind could make up its final decision. “Renjun, I need you to take Felix home for me. Back to his place on campus. Do you think you can do that?” And then he was staring down at the brown-haired man, at the way his cheeks were a little flushed. But he seemed the most sober one out of them all - even Minho.

Renjun was quiet for a moment, studying Minho’s face. Then he was speaking calmly, his silky voice slipping across the beat of the music that was pounding in Minho’s ears. “What are you going to-”

Minho waved his question off with a hand, “Don’t worry about it. Just get Felix home, please.” Minho watched as the thoughts flowed through Renjun’s mind… should he stay and try to control the situation, or get Felix out of the environment for everyone’s safety?

Finally, he was nodding in agreement. “Gimme your number, so that I can text you when we’re home…” Minho hastily pulled out his phone and they exchanged contacts.

Just as Renjun was beginning to pull Felix away from Minho, the blonde man roused from his drunken stupor of emotion. Wide, bleary eyes peered up at Minho, as he clutched at his shirt for dear life. “Min… what- what are you gonna-”

“Go home, baby. Renjun will help you, okay? Just text me when you arrive safely.” And then he was grabbing ahold of Felix’s hands and unlatching them from his shirt.

“Let’s go, Lixie- we can beat the traf-” Renjun started to say, pulling Felix away from his boyfriend.

But the younger began to have an outburst soon after that. Reaching out, he was tugging on Minho’s hands, the tears wracking through his system again. “Please- Minho! Don’t do this. Please, just come home with me...” He was begging. Begging Minho to not start another fight - that would no doubt turn out a lot worse than the one between Jeongin and him.

Minho couldn’t stop himself, though. As soon as he had laid his eyes on the figure of that man, he knew it had all been over. There was no going back from the violence he was about to inflict upon such a being. And no one could stop him once he set his mind to such a thing.

“No, babydoll. This is for all the times I didn’t get to protect you,” Minho said quietly, then he was leaning down into Felix’s space and wiping the tears from his eyes. Pressing a fervent kiss on his soft lips, Minho pulled away with a burning heart. “Now listen to me, and go with Renjun.”

He looked over Felix’s trembling shoulders, nodding at Renjun to end the conversation. Suddenly, the brown man was ripping Felix away from Minho’s side. The blonde was all but screaming in agony, reaching out to try and get at Minho again, the stricken look of panic and fear displayed clearly on his face. The snot and tears stained his skin, as he tried everything in his power to get to his boyfriend.

But apparently, Renjun was a lot stronger. Within a few moments, he was skirting a sobbing Felix out of the building's dingy exit, pulling him along the whole way. Minho could feel his heart clenching in his chest at the sight and sound of it all. Of seeing the love of his life stricken with so much terror and sorrow.

This is the kind of shit he had been put through all those years Minho hadn’t been at his side. And that’s why Minho had to go through with his plan - had to destroy such a monster, even if it was only for a little bit. He had to do it for both of them… avenge their honors, in different ways.

For all the times he couldn’t in the past. All the moments he had missed, during his years at university while Felix was stuck at home… chained to a situation that was the total ruin of him.

Minho’s legs were moving on their own accord after that, and soon he was standing over the man sitting on the couch. He all but glared daggers down at him, and the man nonchalantly stared up with a wide smirk.

“Can I help you?” Joohan asked, raising a dark eyebrow and making one of the girls on his side laugh as he twirled a strand of her hair. “I don’t think I know you-”

“Yeah, the hell you don’t know me,” Minho growled just as he reached forward and took hold of the man’s shirt collar. He was yanking him forward in the next beat, forcing him to stand. Minho got up close and personal in his face, practically seething in his fury. “But you sure as fuck know my boyfriend, who you drugged at Club Phoenix a month ago.”

His fists were swinging before he could even register where he was aiming. And in the next instant, Joohan was stumbling back in shock. His eyes were blown wide open, no doubt from the mix of coke, weed, and alcohol he had thrumming through his system. Joohan’s fists clenched at his sides after that, as he glared at Minho.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. And you better walk away now, before this gets ugly.”

There was a crowd steadily forming around them now, no doubt their raised voices and minuscule scuffle drawing the attention of everyone in the party. One of the girls in the group stood forward and clung to the man’s arm. She must’ve been Minah, his girlfriend.

Minho turned his focus onto her for a moment. With the wavy, fire-engine red hair and brown eyes that were swimming with a mix of anger and fear. “You should dump his ass before he has a chance to drug you and ruin your life too!” Minho shouted towards her, his nails digging into the warm flesh of his palms.

His regard for Minah set Joohan off. Because he was reaching forward and swinging at Minho’s face in the next instant. “Don’t fucking talk to my girlfriend you dipshit!” He spit in Minho’s face, just as he got on top of Minho and started throwing punches at his face.

Reaching up, Minho was able to grab ahold of Joohan's black locks, yanking them and forcing him to yelp out in pain. “Well maybe if you didn’t try to rape and kidnap my boyfriend, I wouldn’t have such a problem with you.” Minho ground out, just as he clasped his legs around Joohan's waist and got the upper hand.

Suddenly, he was swinging their positions around, locking his body around Joohan and toppling over him with punch after punch. To his throat, arms, face, anything Minho’s bleeding knuckles could get at. His years of being forced to go to Taekwondo by his mother during childhood had paid off. He could hear his old trainer shouting in the throngs of his mind - block his escape with your legs, pin him to the ground with your hands, use your agility to your advantage.

Everything faded out into the back of his brain after that - the girls around them screaming in fear, Minah pulling at Minho’s arm to get him off her boyfriend. The crowd was growing by the second, with each hit that Joohan took from Minho's hands.

All Minho could focus on was the look on Joohan’s face. He looked… scared. Tears were on the line of his dark lashes, crimson flowing from his nose, and his raw cheeks weeping with blood in a warm, satisfying kind of way. Then, his face was melting away. Turning into a blur of red and white, as Minho continued his assault. Grunting, screaming, speaking words of incoherence that he knew he wouldn’t remember the next day. The blob in front of him, writhing under his form, was the embodiment of everything he hated.

The depression hidden within the corner of a mirror,

Anxiety shoved down in a throat,

Scars inflicted amidst a bathroom in the middle of the night.

Secrets,

Hurt,

Rage.

The red of it all took over everything - his eyes seeing nothing but garnet jewels as he stared at the monster in front of him. The vessel for everything that had gone wrong in his life… living without Felix for so long, knowing that the man he loved so much had suffered such a great deal, knowing that nothing…

Nothing- would ever fix him. Would fully help Lee Felix heal from all of the storms he had weathered in the past few years.

Minho didn’t even realize he was screaming until he could feel his vocal cords breaking up and his esophagus going raw. He could taste the blood on his tongue, the redness coating his hands and everything in sight.

It took 5 grown men toppled over Minho to pull him away from Joohan. And the whole time, Minho was still kicking and struggling to get back at him. When some of the daze had cleared, his shoulders were heaving, his throat strained and his hands numb with a delicious kind of ache.

“I fucking told you to get out!” Someone screamed at him, slapping Minho across the cheek and waking him up from his stupor of vengeance.

Minho turned his gaze onto Jeongin, who was stumbling back and forth with Seungmin at his side. “Sorry- I don’t take orders from a pussy.” He spat in Jeongin’s face, smirking at the look of sheer anger on the younger’s face.

“I’m gonna call the police!” Minah shouted over the booming music and the tense energy that was floating between everyone. She was waving her hand around in the air, 119 already dialed on her bright phone screen.

Staring down at Joohan, who was sprawled out on the black tiled floor and all but unconscious, Minho reached forward and merely plucked the device out of the young girl’s hands.

“No, you’re not- sweetheart. Because as soon as the police come, they’ll identify your boyfriend as the man who tried to kidnap my boyfriend,” he began, chuckling darkly as he dropped her phone onto the ground, crushing its screen with the heel of his boot. “Besides, if you think I didn’t already file an extensive report on this… thing, you’d be sourly wrong.” Minah stared at him with a dropped jaw, the tears beginning to flood her eyes as they darted between her broken phone at Minho’s feet and her even more broken boyfriend who was still out cold.

“You’re trespassing. If you’re not out within the next two minutes, I will drag your ass across this floor by your ugly, greasy hair and throw you out onto the curb to wait for the police.” Jeongin said, clenching his fists at his side but deciding not to throw any more punches at Minho.

Minho could sense it - the fear - on everyone’s tongues, as they stared at him. No one in that room had expected him, the university’s resident prodigy dancer, to be so fucking violent and powerful. And it felt good, for once… to have everyone’s attention trained on him and for them to know that he wasn’t just some loser hanging around the prettiest boy in the world.

Eyes skirting across the expanse of dark faces in the crowd, Minho raised a hand in warning. “All of you fucks should take this as a warning sign… if you happen to cross me, or what’s mine - I won’t hesitate to put you in a hospital bed for a long time.” Then he was stepping over Joohan’s cold body, making his way towards the party’s exit with everyone watching him leave. Carrying his shoulders high, his jaw clenched.

In the background, he could hear Jisung scream some kind of profanity at him. Jeongin joined in soon after, but he tuned it all out. None of them mattered. Only one person in the entire world mattered to him.

The second he had waved down a taxi and was sliding into the backseat, his entire body unraveled. He could feel the driver’s regard on his through the rearview mirror but said nothing of Minho’s disheveled state or the blood sprayed across his hands and face. The driver could get the gist of what happened… the ritzy building he had just walked out of, the limos around. It was quite apparent that shit had gone down between the rich kids of the collegiate town, something Minho assumed the driver had seen a lot of.

Shoulders slumped and head pressed into the seat behind him, Minho’s energy caved in on itself. He stared out the window, at the darkness of the sky and the low-hanging clouds. The smattering of stars that flitted across the horizon reminded him of someone’s pretty freckles and soft, milky skin.

Upon the thought of Felix, the tears were falling freely down his cheeks…

He had no idea if he had just ruined both of their lives back there. He had been somewhat bluffing amidst the crowd of onlookers. If Joohan filed a report, no matter if he was a horrible jackass bag or not, things would still be investigated. And Minho didn’t put it past the loser to sue Minho for damages.

That is... if the monster ever woke up.

And with that dark thought crossing over the front of his reverie, Minho was sitting a little bit straighter in the back of the car. Feeling the way the car moved over speed bumps in the road, across cool asphalt, slick and silent.

Whatever was to come, he knew Felix would never leave his side. Just like what had happened back at the party, with Renjun forcing the blonde away from Minho because he was so adamant about staying.

At the arrival of Renjun’s name popping into Minho’s regard, he took out his phone to check his latest notifications. The message had been sent out almost an hour before. Minho had been fighting with Joohan for that long.

Today

12:36

Hey man- we made it back safely to Felix’s place. I’m gonna stay here a little bit longer because he’s not doing too hot. Keep you posted.

Thirty minutes after that, Renjun had sent another text.

Managed to calm him down enough to leave. But he really needs you, Minho.

At that, the text string ended and Minho rested his head back against the car’s leather seat. Shucking in a deep breath, he closed his strained, red eyes for a few moments to regain some composure. His heart was still beating out of his chest. Finally, he found the right words to reply to Renjun.

Thanks for everything, I really appreciate it. And I don’t think Jeongin will be coming back to their apartment tonight. He’s got too much to worry about now. Keep in touch, yeah?

And so suddenly, Minho didn’t quite know why he had hated Renjun so much in the first place. Maybe it was a lack of understanding of the man’s character. Or maybe, it was pure jealousy. But at least one thing had been revealed throughout the night - that perhaps the only true friend Felix had was Renjun. So he found relief in that, letting the calming wave of his racing thoughts and heart melt away into the ocean’s tide.

Staring out the car’s window, he steadied his breathing so that he could face Felix. And whatever storm was about to unfold back at the dorm’s.

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Minho didn’t know how he did it, but he somehow managed to focus on other things besides Felix for the rest of the day. He deep cleaned the entire dorm - including his own bedroom - and meal prepped a few basic courses for him and Chris to share over the next week, since it was becoming increasingly difficult to feed themselves with finals season on the horizon.

Soon after Felix had left the dorm early in the afternoon, Chris darkened the doorstep. Minho had been right all along, and if the younger man had stayed over any longer, they surely would’ve been caught.

At the sight of his best friend lounging on the couch only minutes after Felix had left, Minho was incredibly grateful to have the stamina and willpower to resist all of Felix’s advances just a little while before.

Because if he hadn’t, Chris would’ve walked into the dorm after a long day only to find his best friend fucking his little brother.

And that’s definitely not how Minho wanted Chris to find out about their relationship.

For most of the day, instead of thinking about Felix, Minho kept thinking about Chris, and constructing a plan for how to break the news to him. Should they have a sit down conversation? Should it be just the two of them, or should Felix also be included in the convo? Minho felt like it would make the most sense to include the younger man, since he was Chris’ brother and apart of the complicated puzzle piece.

But then again, Minho feared that with Felix being there, the conversation might grow even more heated. He had a feeling that if Minho began to tell Chris about their relationship, and then his best friend saw Felix right there in front of him - still viewing him as the little, innocent angelic younger brother… the one that had just been preyed on at a nightclub and drugged…

Yeah, things might not go as well as Minho would’ve planned if that was the case.

And their conversation over the relationship was completely putting aside the fact that Chris still had no idea about Felix’s past abuse. About all the years in the interim, when Minho and Chris were busy at university. That was an entirely different can of worms to open up, but Minho had a feeling that if Chris also knew that bit of info from Felix’s story…

He probably would be even more hesitant to give his blessing with their relationship.

Since technically, Minho was older than Felix.

Even if the relationship wasn’t abusive in the least,

There was still an age gap…

Which according to Felix’s previous track record, hadn’t turned out very well for him.

Minho found himself still pondering over all of these things while he was at the library later that night. He was deep in thought about Chris and what his reaction would be when Minho and Felix eventually break the news to him - no matter what circumstance it was in, Minho had a feeling Chris would still be upset either way.

He had been studying at the library for the past few hours, and with a quick glance at the clock, he realized that it was growing quite late. It was getting close to midnight, and the library was slowly filtering out with students.

Minho was tucked into the very back of the spacious library, on the second floor. He was positioned by the historical asian literature and the art history sections. He was doing a research paper on the connection between the two topics for one of his final assignments, so he had strategically placed himself near the floor-length bookcases for easy access.

Nearby, he could look out the library’s bay windows and watch as the moon rose higher and higher into the dark sky. It was a thin crescent, and shined dimly against the starlight clouds. The spot he had chosen was one of his favorites in the entire library, and always calmed down whatever nerves he was facing.

Just then, he noticed a faint buzzing noise streaming out of his phone. He had placed it on do not disturb as soon as he walked into the library, making sure he was faced with no… distractions while he was trying to study.

Felix was calling him.

Quickly picking up the phone, he was met with Felix’s deep voice as he said hi.

“Where are you? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for the past few hours…” Felix said in a light tone, but Minho could faintly detect the worry in the back of his mind. It was clear from the way that Felix’s words wavered a tiny bit.

Minho was silent for a few beats, shutting his laptop closed and leaning back in his chair. “Why? Is something wrong?”

He could tell the question got Felix flustered, as he shuffled on the other line and grumbled like a brat. “Wha— no! I’m just… wondering where you are, that’s all.”

“Don’t go to the dorm ‘cause I’m not there.”

“Then where. Are. You?”

“At the library, like I said I would be this morning.”

He could hear more shuffling on Felix’s end, before he was replying again in a lighter tone. “Oh, okay. Sounds good.”

Looking around the vacant library, Minho took in a deep sigh. “But I’m about to leave since I just finished studying and I’m really fucking exhausted.” With that, Felix was humming in a reply. “Did you eat dinner yet?”

“Yeah, Jeongin and I ordered Chinese.”

At the mention of one of Felix’s friends, Minho shifted in his chair and sat up a little bit straighter. Eyes focused on the waning silver moon outside the window, he let his thoughts drift again… to everything that had happened in the past few days. “How’s he doing, by the way? I know last time I saw him— he wasn’t taking it too well.”

Minho could tell Felix was working out the best answer, as he grew quiet for a little bit before replying. “He’s doing better. We talked a lot after I got home today and he uhm— he now understands our relationship a little better.”

“You mean you told him we were dating?”

“I mean, not outright. But he’s smart enough and he can catch on to word play pretty quickly. Why? Are you… mad that I told him about us?”

Minho found himself shaking his head in reply, even though Felix wasn’t standing in front of him just then. He was closing his eyes after that, feeling the strain of being on the screen for the most of the day persist into a slight headache. Pressing the phone a little bit closer to his ear, he sucked in a long, steeling breath. “No, I just— it makes sense. I’m just… surprised, is all. At how fast you were able to tell him.”

“Minho, he’s my best friend. Of course I’m gonna tell him whenever I start dating someone.”

Minho knew it was his own issues with his relationship with Chris. Because even though they are also best friends, the relationship ran a lot deeper than that— they saw each other as brothers, at times. And a lot of baggage came with that. So it was hard to separate that version of each other from the versions that fell in love and wanted to be in relationships.

“So then you also told him about all your relationships this semester?” Minho found himself asking Felix in the next moment. And he didn’t even know why he said the words, because he regretted them instantly.

There was silence on Felix’s end for a few beats, and then, sound coming from the left of Minho. He was peeling open his eyes after that, realizing that the line had gone dead on his phone.

He was staring up at Felix in the next instant. Looking right at his face in person, and watching as the hurt cracked across his face and his brows furrowed in tandem with his frown.

“That was mean and you know it, Min.” Felix said, standing in the opening between the bookshelves of Chinese art history.

“I know, and I’m sorry… I don’t know why I said that.” Minho replied, gripping onto his locks and resting his head in his hands in defeat.

He could sense Felix nearing him, growing closer to the table that he was seated at. “What’s wrong? You’re acting so different from how you were this morning. Did… something happen? Did I do something wrong, because if I did you can—”

“Felix, no. Stop. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Minho blurted out quickly, his head shooting up from his hands as his gaze locked with the blonde’s. He was now perched on the edge of the table in front of Minho, close to his pile of books and pencil case. Felix was wearing a cream-colored knit sweater and a pair of black gray jeans.

Minho hated how Felix always turned to that assumption— just believing so easily that Minho would be angry with him and that everything was always his fault. Minho knew it was a form of the abuse coming out — a side effect of all the heartbreak and trauma Felix had dealt with for so long… But even still, Minho wanted to do everything in his power to stop those thoughts before they tried to root themselves in Felix’s mind and poison him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just— these past few weeks have been a lot, and I’m really fucking stressed about explaining everything to Chris,” Minho started, reaching out to Felix and grabbing ahold of his hands. He squeezed the younger’s fingers gently, before he planted a fat kiss to his knuckles. “I know it’s all gonna work itself out in the end. I just can’t help but worry about it…”

After his confession, Felix was leaning into his presence even more, reaching out and tucking a few of his messy midnight-black strands behind his ear. “It’s really stressful, I get it. But you don’t have to do anything alone, promise me you’ll remember that.”

Minho found himself nodding in reply. Then his hand was reaching for Felix’s waist as he began to pull him towards his body. “Now c’mere and sit on my lap, I’ve been meaning to kiss you all day long.”

At that, Felix was left in a fit of soft giggles. He allowed himself to be manhandled by Minho, until he was situated in his lap atop the chair, leaning into his side and letting Minho imprint kiss upon messy kiss to his lips. Felix melted into the touch, allowing Minho’s hands to slide around his waist and hold him close as the older’s tongue explored the taste of his mouth.

“What were you studying, hmm?” Felix asked a few minutes later, after they pulled apart to take in some shaky breaths. His cheeks were flushed with color, his pink lips plump from the attention they had just faced.

Reaching over to the desk, Minho flashed the cover of a book towards Felix’s line of sight. “Just some stupid essay that’s due at the end of the week. It’s about asian literature and art.”

The mention of art perked Felix up exponentially, as he carded a few fingers through Minho’s dark hair and leaned into his side a little bit more. “So my boyfriend’s studying art… that’s quite interesting.”

“Yeah, I wanna learn more about your world.”

“My world?” Felix laughed, picking up one of the books on Japanese literature from the 1600s and flipping through some of its pages.

“It’s only fair, I think. I want to understand you better, I guess. Even if it’s just by a tiny bit.”

As soon as the words were leaving his mouth in a hushed whisper, Felix’s head was turning back around to face him. The blonde’s face melted entirely after that, into a warm smile and bright eyes that were filling with so much love. “You really do love me, don’t you…” He whispered, leaning their foreheads together.

“Yes, and I want to do everything in my power to get closer to you.” Minho replied back in a whisper, flashing Felix a toothy grin.

“I wanna learn more about dance too. I want to go the studio one of these days and have you teach me a routine.”

Something funny tripped up in Minho’s heart at the thought of it all — of having Felix in the halls of the campus’ dance studio, practicing and learning one of the choreo’s that Minho chose for him. It was all too romantic and magical for his brain at that moment. He felt like he was going to short-circuit if he thought about the sight of Felix’s lithe body dancing to the rhythm of a sensual tune.

So instead, Minho made to stand up from his seat, resting Felix atop the nearby desk as he gathered up his books to put them away. “I can’t promise that you’ll leave the studio walking straight, though…” Minho’s voice drawled on as he slinked through the tall bookcases, beginning to put away the ones he had used in their proper places.

“Why? Because the dances will be difficult?” Felix mused somewhere behind him. Minho could tell he was close, but when he turned around to another section, Felix was nowhere to be found.

As he was fitting a book into the Taiwanese art section, his eyes locked with Felix’s, who was on the other end of the bookcase. “Yeah, that’s one factor. And also because I’ll probably just end the dance session by fucking you against the studio mirrors.”

Felix’s mouth was cut off by the line of books in between them, but Minho could tell he was smirking just by the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes. “Oh, is that right…” He chuckled darkly, before flitting away from Minho’s line of sight.

It grew quiet between them after that, as Minho focused on placing the last of his books back where they properly belonged. It felt like they were the only people in the library just then, but Minho knew that assumption was wrong because he had just glimpsed a few students on the lower level not even an hour before Felix arrived.

After having put the last of his books back, Minho rounded the corner of a particularly large bookcase and came face to face with Felix once more. His cheeks were still rosy and he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What are you thinking about, pixie?” Minho asked in a low voice, raising an eyebrow at the blonde as he neared him.

Felix had his back pressed against the nearby bookcase across from Minho, gaze locking with his as the older man came into his space. Soon, he was towering over Felix, both hands placed atop his shoulders and caging him against the books.

“Oh, it’s nothing really…”

But Minho knew it was something. From the way that Felix’s eyes avoided his gaze and his teeth took hold of his bottom lip.

Minho found himself reaching out in the next moment, unhooking Felix’s lip from his teeth and forcing him to meet his eyes once more. “Tell me what it is princess, and maybe I can help.”

He could tell that particular name did crazy things to Felix’s mind, as he leaned his head against the bookcase behind him and groaned out in a strangled kind of way. Then, his focus was locking with Minho’s again and a dark expression was dawning across his entire face. “Here, lemme demonstrate for you…” He mumbled, a sly kind of smile erupting across his face.

Then, he was dropping to his knees in one swift movement, reaching out and palming Minho through his tight black jeans.

“Lixie— what are you-” Minho ground out, grabbing ahold of Felix’s wrists to try and stop him before he could go any further.

But the blonde man was on a mission, and within no time at all he had their positions flipped, so that Minho’s back was to the bookshelf and Felix was kneeling before him.

Staring up, their gazes met. Felix’s pupils were blown wide, and the chestnut brown irises Minho found there was stormy with a mix of determination and lust. “Wanna suck you off, Hyung.” He whispered, before his small fingers were reaching out again and cupping Minho’s growing bulge.

All too suddenly, his jeans felt too tight around his aching cock. Half of his brain felt like pulling them right off to find some kind of release. But the other half of his brain caught on the name Felix had used to address him.

Hyung.

Older brother.

It was the thing Felix used to call him when they were growing up and around other people - because there was no way in hell he could call him daddy, or any of the other pet names that Felix had created for Minho.

Even still, the sound of the name on Felix’s lips did something crazy to Minho’s heart, making him see red as he was once again reminded of their age difference - of the power imbalance between them.

“Don’t call me that.” Minho gritted out, grabbing ahold of Felix’s hands, fingers coming around his wrist and forcing him to a stop.

With big doe-eyes Felix peered up at him through long, dark lashes. “Why?” He asked, sticking out his plump, red bottom lip and pouting so prettily. “Why doesn’t my Hyung like that name?”

The possession that Felix tacked onto the name only furthered the crazed thoughts in Minho’s head, and for a few seconds he was too stunned to speak. Too stunned to move, either. Or stop Felix, when he continued to move at a lethal pace.

And before he could even realize what was happening or stop any of it, Felix’s nimble fingers were doing their work on Minho again - unzipping his pants and curling around the waistband of his jeans. Soon, the younger man was yanking them down completely, boxers included. Just enough so that Minho’s hardening cock sprung free.

“Oh no,” Felix chuckled in a light voice. He kept himself quiet, as he leaned forward and studied Minho’s length. Not touching him quite yet, and torturing the older man by holding himself back. “Look at you Hyung, you’re already leaking so much precum,” Slowly, he reached out for Minho’s cock. And this time, the dark-haired man didn’t stop him. Instead, he leaned his head against the line of books behind him, breathing in deeply through his nose as he stared daggers down at Felix. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t help you out, right Hyung?”

Felix was laying the teasing on thick. He knew how much it was driving Minho crazy, but he also knew that Minho wouldn’t do anything to stop it. So instead, he wrapped his small hands around his length. Spreading precum across tight skin, Felix began to jerk him off with slow, languid movements.

“Ugh— fuck, Felix…” Minho grunted out quietly, hips bucking just a tiny bit into Felix’s grasp. Trying to get closer to him in the library’s dim lighting. He stared down at him, watching the way the blonde’s cheeks were warm with a rosy flush. “W-We shouldn’t be doing this right now— God—” Felix steadily cut him off by playing with his throbbing slit, rubbing a thumb across the prominent vein that ran down the length of Minho.

Felix smiled up at him, pearly white canines gleaming in the moonlight. One hand cupped Minho’s balls, while the other held a firm grip across his cock, sliding up and down up at a slow, torturous pace. “You’re cock’s so pretty, Hyung. Wish I could touch it all day, every day…” Then, he was sticking his pink tongue out. Slowly, he touched his tongue to Minho’s tip, grinning with a wild, fiery look in his eyes. “Wish I could suck on it, too.”

And before Minho could say anything else, or stop Felix from going any further, the blonde was unhinging his jaw. He was grabbing ahold of Minho’s cock and shoving the whole thing down his throat in one go. Instantly, at the feeling of his tip reaching the back of Felix’s throat, Minho threw his head against the bookcase, letting out a low growl of pleasure.

“Holy shit— you’re mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock like this…” He ground out, reaching for Felix’s head and threading his hands through his bleached locks. Grabbing a tight fistful of hair, Minho began to fuck himself up into Felix’s mouth. Felix moaned desperately around his cock at the feeling of his hair being pulled so roughly.

At the sound of gurgling coming from below him, Minho ripped his eyes open to catch sight of Felix becoming absolutely decimated by the cock in his mouth. Saliva and cum covered his wet lips, running down in rivulets across his mouth. It was so messy and pretty all at once. Small teardrops were catching in the corners of his eyes, as he sucked incessantly on Minho’s cock. Like it was his favorite flavor of lollipop - sweet honeydew.

Then, Felix was hollowing out his cheeks and his fingers were digging into Minho’s sides, finding purchase there and holding on for dear life. Minho yanked on his hair so hard, he was sure to leave Felix’s scalp tender afterward. Felix’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull from that. But in that moment, he didn’t give a damn. The sounds of him fucking Felix’s mouth was sickening and messy, the way they both grunted out from pleasure made Minho’s cock throb even harder between Felix’s lips.

The smell of sex thickened the air between them, and when Felix dragged his teeth across Minho’s length, he was on the very cusp of release. He was so close, he was chasing it with a crazed kind of heat. And then he was freezing up and getting ready to shoot his load deep into Felix’s throat.

But then, so suddenly, Felix was slipping Minho’s cock free from his lips. Staring up at him with a swollen mouth, he grinned darkly. “Don’t want you to come yet, I have… other plans.” He whispered, wet hands grasping at his own jeans and shucking them off his legs completely. Felix was left standing there before Felix, his dick barely covered in a pretty tangerine-colored thong.

Reaching out to Minho again, Felix smoothed his hands down the length of Minho’s cock, forcing another full-body shudder out of him. Then Felix was reaching down between his own legs, pushing the fabric of his thong aside. Minho watched in awed silence - too fucked out to protest any longer - as Felix sunk two fingers into his warmth. Instantly, he was falling forward at the sensation. Minho caught his thin frame between his arms, holding him up for a few seconds before Felix was able to gain his balance again.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Their eyes locked, as Felix stretched himself out in front of Minho. In the middle of the campus’ library, where anyone might be able to find them. But evidently, being caught was the least of their problems in that moment. Both men were much too focused on their own lustful thoughts than anything else.

And once Felix was able to sink three fingers into himself quite easily, he gave Minho a stark nod. Instantly, the older man was reaching out to him, grabbing ahold of his pert ass and hoisting him up into the air. Felix’s focus was on Minho’s cock, as the older man guided him down onto it.

The instant his tip hit the rim of Felix, Minho knew it was all over. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long. But even still, he continued forward. He pressed himself up into Felix, sinking inch by inch gradually. And by the time he was fit up to the hilt, drool was pouring out of Felix’s mouth as he head lolled to one side. The blonde’s eyes were rolled back into his skull in ecstasy, his limbs turning to jello as he allowed Minho to take control.

Felix gave everything over to the older man after that, allowing him to use his body like he was nothing more than a doll. Minho had a firm grip on Felix’s entire form, as he fucked his length up into him. Low curses and grunts fled from between his lips at the feeling of Felix’s tight warmth wrapping around his cock.

“Holy shit— I’m… I’m gonna come, Hyung,” Felix cried out in a watery tone. Tears were streaming down his face, as his head bounced up and down with the movements between his legs. “Fuck— hurts so much but feels so goddamn good at the same time…” Felix definitely hadn’t prepped himself enough, but obviously he was a masochist. He liked the pain mixed with pleasure, he liked the blurred lines and edges between both things.

Minho could feel Felix growing tense against him, his hole sucking him in tighter as he was quickly climbed towards his release. At the sight of Felix coming completely undone on his cock, the seed spilled out of Minho uncontrollably. He came so hard, he was seeing stars as he fucked his cum up into Felix.

“You’re hole feels so good wrapped around my cock like this, princess. Fuck—” Minho grunted out as he pumped himself dry into Felix. He watched, as Felix’s eyes rolled into the back of his head again. And just when he seized up completely, Minho had the mind to push Felix’s thong completely to the side.

He watched in stunned, fucked-out bliss, as streams of white erupted from the red tip of Felix’s cock. Minho reached out then, catching as much as he could in his palm. “Look at me, Pixie.” He commanded the younger man, and the blonde’s eyes were peeling open after that. “I want you to watch me taste you on my tongue.”

Then Minho was dragging his hand down across Felix’s softening cock, gathering up the reminder of his cum before stuffing his fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean of Felix’s essence. It was both sweet and sour, just like Felix. The blonde watched with bated breath, shoulders shuddering just a tiny bit as his eyes stayed locked with Minho’s movements.

Minho brought Felix close to him again, with his cock still buried deep into his warmth. Pressing his tongue against the seam of the younger’s lips, Felix moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into the dark locks at Minho’s scalp. “Did that feel good, babydoll?” Minho croaked in a gravelly voice, as he slowly slipped out of Felix.

The younger male against him whined in protest at the absence, “Hold on— wanna… want you to be inside me all of the time…” Felix’s soft whisper ghosted across Minho’s ear, as Felix rested his head on his shoulder, clinging onto his body like a soft koala.

Chuckling darkly, Minho grabbed ahold of Felix’s ass as he sunk all the way down to the floor. “I know baby, but you can’t have that. It’s not possible, hmm?” He played with Felix’s blonde locks.

Felix pushed away from his chest after that, pouting in the cute way that always drove Minho insane. Felix’s eyes traveled downward, until they found the place where their bodies were still meeting, gazing on at Minho’s cock that was still wet with saliva and cum. “I can use a butt plug, though. Maybe that’ll help.” He muttered, and at the minuscule sound that squeaked out of Minho’s mouth, Felix stared up at him with a wide smile cracking across his face. “Oh? Do you not like that idea, Hyung?”

Minho shrugged off the feeling that was beginning to envelop him. “No, it’s just… I wish it could be my fingers that are stretching you out instead. But, if you feel like you need it, then I’m not going to stop you.”

Felix leaned into him then, pressing a few chaste kisses against his enflamed, puffy lips. “I mean, what I really need is your cock. But evidently, I’m not gonna get that all the time…”

After that, the younger man collapsed against Minho, breathing in a few heavy sighs as he no doubt tried to catch his heart beat up to speed. Minho closed his eyes for a few seconds, reveling in the feeling of Felix’s chest being pressed against his. How he could feel his heart beating softly between their shirts.

“I want you to come to a party with me.”

Felix’s voice cut through the peaceful silence that escaped them.

Instantly, Minho was freezing up. Spine going rigid, he stared off into the distance. Studied a line of books that were written about some historical period in Vietnam. “No, Lixie. I’m not going to another one of your ‘parties.’”

“But this one will be different, I promise!” Felix exclaimed, pushing away from Minho’s chest and frowning slightly. “Jeongin’s hosting it at a club in Gangnam! It’s for one of our mutual friend’s birthday, it’s a surprise. And I wanna bring you as my plus one.”

“Felix, I said no.”

“So then you’d be okay if I brought someone else with me?”

Minho raised a quizzical, dark eyebrow his way. “Will this person get to finger you afterward?”

“It depends on who they are.” Felix replied with a shrug.

And then Minho was giving him a shadowy look, glaring at him. “Don’t kid about shit like that, Felix.”

Felix reached out a finger and traced the line of Minho’s sharp jaw. “Why…? Because you get jealous as hell when you think about someone else fu—”

“If you’re gonna be my boyfriend in a serious sense, then you’re going to be mine. There’s no room for negotiation. And I’m not planning on sharing what’s mine.” Minho ground out, fingernails digging a little bit into the warm flesh of Felix’s waist.

“Then come with me to the party,” Felix mumbled, turning Minho’s head side-to-side to study the hickies he had left on his neck the night before. “Or don’t, I don’t really care. Either way, I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You can’t stop me, Minho.” Felix leveled him with a serious glare, rolling his eyes at the frown on Minho’s face.

“You’re not fucking going to a party at some random club, not alone.”

“Then come with me, goddamn it!” Felix exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air with defeat.

Minho grew silent for a few beats after that, studying Felix’s face and the way there was a little bit of desperation hidden underneath there. Reaching out, he tucked a few messy blonde strands behind his ear. “You’re scared, aren’t you? You don’t actually want to go alone. Not since what happened last time…”

All Felix did was shallow thickly in reply. Nod his head slowly, and that was the answer Minho needed.

After that, Minho was drawing Felix close to him again, pressing a fervent kiss to his swollen mouth. “I’ll go, baby. Don’t worry, okay? You won’t be alone anymore. Ever.”

He could feel the seriousness melt away from Felix’s form instantly, as he smiled against the kiss. “Yay! And we can dress up for it, too!” He squealed happily, clapping his hands in pure bliss. “And I can do our makeup and wear a cute outfit!”

Minho had the distinct feeling that he was agreeing to a lot more than just a simple party at a random club. But if it meant keeping Felix safe, and making him happy, then Minho would gladly do anything. He’d gladly have Felix put makeup on him and dress him up for the occasion. If only to make the pretty blonde boy smile and laugh.

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