In Our Fantasy

Trouble Maker - Seonghwa, Mingi

So...who else was obssessed with Hwagi's cover of "Troublemaker"? Because I certainly was 😭
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The heavy bass from the club's main floor still vibrated through the floorboards of the dimly lit dressing room, a constant, low thrum that matched the rhythm of Mingi's chest rising and falling. He sat on the edge of the worn leather couch, his stage outfit slightly disheveled, chest slick with sweat from the final set.

Seonghwa stood near the vanity mirror, calmly unbuttoning the top few buttons of his black silk shirt, his movements fluid and calculated-the mark of someone who had commanded that stage for years. He glanced at Mingi through the reflection, a soft but intense look in his eyes.

"You were moving too fast during the second transition tonight," Seonghwa said, his voice smooth and grounding as he turned around, leaning against the vanity counter. "But your energy... it kept the crowd exactly where you wanted them. You're learning."

Mingi looked up, a breathless, nervous laugh escaping his lips. "I only caught up because I was watching you. Every time I think I'm getting the hang of it, you do something completely effortless, and I'm just trying to keep my head above the water."

Seonghwa crossed the small room slowly, his boots clicking softly against the floor until he stood directly in front of Mingi. He reached down, his fingers catching Mingi's chin and tilting his face upward. "That's because you're looking at me for cues instead of feeling the room. I taught you the steps, but you have to own them."

He leaned in closer, his thumb stroking Mingi's jawline. "Though, I have to admit... watching you try to keep up with me is incredibly captivating."

Mingi's breath hitched, the casual professional critique dissolving into a heavy, kinetic tension. "Seonghwa..."

"You did so well tonight," Seonghwa murmured, his head tilting as he leaned down to press his lips against Mingi's.

The kiss started slow, a sweet, lingering reassurance, but as Mingi's hands found Seonghwa's hips, gripping the fabric of his trousers, the dynamic shifted. Seonghwa groaned softly into the kiss, parting Mingi's lips with his tongue, deepening the heat between them. The taste of salt, sweat, and makeup faded beneath the sharp, sudden rush of desire. Seonghwa pulled away just enough to look into Mingi's clouded eyes, his breath hot against Mingi's cheek.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," Seonghwa whispered, his hands already moving to pull the damp shirt from Mingi's shoulders.

Mingi complied eagerly, shedding his top and helping Seonghwa rid himself of his silk shirt. The cool air of the dressing room hit Mingi's bare skin, making him shiver, but the heat radiating from Seonghwa was overwhelming. Seonghwa guided Mingi back onto the leather couch, pressing him down before pinning Mingi beneath his weight.

"You've been watching me all night, haven't you?" Seonghwa asked, his voice low, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as his hands slid down Mingi's torso, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease.

"Always," Mingi admitted, his voice a low, raspy rumble. "Can you blame me?"

Seonghwa didn't answer with words. Instead, he stripped Mingi of the rest of his clothes, quickly following suit until they were both completely bare, skin pressed against skin. The friction was intoxicating. Seonghwa reached over to the vanity table, grabbing a bottle of lube he kept close at hand.

He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, his eyes never leaving Mingi's face as he reached between Mingi's thighs. Mingi let out a sharp gasp, his thighs shifting outward as Seonghwa pressed the first slick finger inside him.