all minghao could think about is how awkward it would be when the older boy woke up from his resting state. they had meaningless sex, yet he wanted it to be more than just meaningless. he really did like mingyu, the day he sent the idiotic snapchat. the only thing that bugged him was that mingyu probably didn't want that.
'hao . . .' speaking of the devil.
'hey,' he whispered, looking down at the korean on his chest.
'what time is it?'
'it's . . . noon.'
'what time did we do the 'do'?'
'seven.'
'oh.'
so that's what their conversations will be after sex; not too interesting.
'look-' mingyu sat up from his resting position, looking down at mingyu. '-i know that we're awkward right now, but that's just because we had sex. if you don't want to do it again, that's cool. i still want to be friends with you.'
all minghao could do was laugh, sitting up as well. he wrapped his arms around his waist, scooting closer to him. 'after that, i don't think we can ever be friends again,' he said, getting a weird look from mingyu. 'god, i want you to fuck me every night,' he said, hugging him.
'i want to fuck you every night, too.'
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why is this story in the drain??
