Mingyu and Seungcheol are close friends that discovered their sexuality accidentally. Because of this, they started their relationship that explores each other and fulfill each other's desires discreetly from their friends, partner and families. No...
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Mingyu woke up alone, sunlight bleeding through the curtains of a room he didn't recognize. He squinted, groaning softly at the brightness, then pulled the white blanket over his head like it could block out the unfamiliar morning.
A beat passed. Then another. Still alone.
He peeked out from under the blanket and glanced to the other side of the bed—empty, like he expected. The guy always left before dawn. Mingyu had to keep the lie alive—that he was just another college student who stayed up all night studying.
He sat up, dragging a hand through his messy hair, then reached for his thick, black-rimmed glasses on the nightstand. He slipped them on, then shuffled to the full-length mirror across the room.
Naked. Marked.
His eyes dropped to his neck, turning slightly to check for any bruises. A few faint kiss marks were already blooming. He grabbed his concealer from his bag and dabbed over them with practiced ease.
Clothes were scattered across the floor. He started putting himself back together, sliding on his shirt, then stepping into his pants. That's when he noticed something on the side table.
A small folded note.
He picked it up with one hand, still half-dressed.
"I'll treat you to lunch later. See you."
Mingyu let out a dry sigh. Cold as ever.
Two years in, and nothing really changed. No names. No promises. Just sex and silence. It wasn't love—maybe not even like. Just a mutual agreement wrapped in sweat and secrets.
But it worked. At least for now.
~~~~~ Song recommendation: BOL4 - Love Letter
Two Years Ago...
The sky was bright and clear, the kind of morning that made everything feel possible. Mingyu stood in front of the university gates, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at the bold lettering above them.
Seoul National University.
"Can you believe we're actually here?" Hoshi asked, standing beside him, a grin tugging at his lips.
Mingyu turned to him, eyes wide behind his glasses. "Nope. I barely slept last night."
"Same. I thought I'd throw up from excitement," Hoshi chuckled. "You ready?"
Mingyu nodded, lips curling into a small smile. "Yeah. You?"
"More than I'll ever be," Hoshi said, exhaling slowly as he looked at the campus like it was a new world.
They stepped forward together, passing through the gates with backpacks on and dreams loaded high.
Inside, the welcome orientation was already starting. Students from all over were gathered in a large hall, buzzing with nerves and small talk. Officers from their course stood onstage, welcoming them, handing out booklets, explaining rules, deadlines, and... the fun stuff too.
Then someone stepped up to the mic—and Mingyu froze.
A second-year student took the stage, bowing politely with a soft smile. He had pale skin, a clean two-block haircut, and the kind of broad shoulders that made him stand out instantly. He wasn't taller than Mingyu, but his presence filled the room.
"Hello, everyone," he said, his deep voice cutting through the murmurs. "I'm Choi Seungcheol from class 2-3. It's good to see fresh faces."
Mingyu barely heard the rest of his introduction. Something about last year's projects, achievements, student orgs. All Mingyu could focus on was how Seungcheol looked so damn confident up there. Charisma oozed from him effortlessly.
But then, as Seungcheol wrapped up his speech—
"That's all. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Silence.
He was about to step away when someone beat the buzzer.
"I've got one," a voice said loud enough to stop a few whispers.
All eyes turned to Mingyu, who had raised his hand.
A nearby senior passed him the mic. Mingyu cleared his throat. "You mentioned your batch had already come up with the best ideas for our course. So... does that mean there's nothing left for us to improve on?"
A few chuckles rippled through the room. Even Hoshi looked over at Mingyu, eyebrows raised.
Seungcheol blinked.
He wasn't expecting that.
His face remained calm, but inside he was scrambling. The question was sharp—and he knew it. His lips curled into a half-smirk.
"What's your name, student?"
Later, after the orientation...
Students spilled out of the hall, heading toward their first classes.
"What's our first subject?" Mingyu asked, digging through his bag for the schedule.
Hoshi already had his out. "General Business."
Mingyu groaned and gave up searching. "Lemme see yours."
He leaned over, scanning the paper.
"What room?"
"303. Business Building."
"Where is that again?" Mingyu asked, looking around the maze of buildings.
"Northeast from here," someone said from behind them.
They turned around to see a short guy with pale skin and a sharp jawline. He had a quiet presence, but his voice was clear and firm.
"Oh, really? Thanks, hyung!" Mingyu said, flashing a grateful smile.
"Are you one of our seniors?" Hoshi asked.
"Yeah. Lee Jihoon, 2-3. Just call me Woozi," he said, bowing slightly.
"Nice to meet you! Thanks for the help," Mingyu added with energy.
Before Woozi could reply, another voice joined in.
"So this is the guy who asked the question earlier?"
They turned around—again.
It was him.
Seungcheol.
His blazer was slung over his shoulder, and he walked with a calm confidence like he owned the sidewalk. His gaze landed directly on Mingyu.
"You already know my name, so I guess I don't have to introduce myself again, right?" he said, smirking.
Mingyu and Hoshi both nodded slowly, unsure how to react.
Seungcheol stopped just a step away, arms crossed.
"What was your name again?" he asked casually. "Ah—Kim Mingyu, right?"
Mingyu nodded, trying not to look too flustered.
Seungcheol tilted his head, eyes scanning him like he was sizing him up.
"You're going to have fun here," he said with a grin—but the way he said it made it sound like a warning... or a promise.
His eyes lingered on Mingyu for a beat too long before turning and walking off like nothing happened.
Hoshi looked at Mingyu with wide eyes. "Dude."
"What?"
"He's totally into you."
Mingyu blinked. "Shut up."
But he could still feel the heat of Seungcheol's stare, burning like it had been stamped into his skin.
