i'm not even famous,
but all my ****'s the latest

not your sweet sixteen
i'm nineteen and naughty
a little needy, but i'm not naive
i'm all a stupid boy like you will ever need

no white collar, i use a different type
gotta put you in your place, keep you on my leash

you like my low body kit
i'll swerve the supra faster than you fall to your knees
faster than the stark command of my sweet voice
"ah, did you feel that ~?"

when i walk, they turn their heads
call me your idol, take a quick pic for your friend

i'm affluent, i just can't hide it
we breath the same air, but we're not on the same level
needless to say, i'm your trendsetter
don't try to compare

everybody wanna be me
but i'm not even famous

Though Yunho was still smiling, his tone was eerily flat when he spoke. “Yes, it sounds … quite beautiful, doesn’t it? To marry a handsome man. Bring him into your home. Make love to him for the first time. Let him ----- you ---- and take your --------- on the soft sheets. Make you scream his name so that everyone hears how much he loves you.”

“Yunho?”

“Yes?”

“We’ve talked about this, remember? What’s appropriate to say to me, and what you should keep to yourself.”

“… I’m sorry, I just think you’re so handsome. I get flustered and say the wrong things.”

“I know, and I’m flattered,” Mingi said, his tone soft and slow. “I think it’s sweet, but you need to be careful. You can’t say things like that around anyone else. I could get in trouble with your parents if they find out about … the things we’ve done in the stables. So please, try and keep the fantasies to yourself.”

“It’s just us,” Yunho pointed out, slowly lowering his hands from his cheeks. “No one has to know. I won’t tell a soul. Not even Roméo, and I tell him everything.”

Mingi sighed and reached up to get his glasses in hand. This allowed him to pinch the bridge of his nose. There was a twinge starting to settle there, which always appeared whenever Yunho started to get on his nerves. After a soothing pinch and rub, he replaced his glasses.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, his tone filled with resignation. “Just us.”

Yunho hummed in delight because he was so happy to have gotten his way.

“I can make it sweet,”

Mingi whispered against his throat. He pressed open mouthed kisses over the little freckles and moles that dotted the lovely ***** of his neck, and then he ****** a firm kiss just beneath his ear. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise the skin, but it still made the boy gasp and scratch his nails over his back.

“Or I can make it hurt.”

Rather than **** another kiss against the boy’s throat, he parted his mouth wide enough to expose his teeth. They sank into the side of his neck with such force the skin almost yielded to his sharp canines and incisors.

Yunho tensed beneath him. Mingi felt his throat spasming beneath his bite. For a second, it seemed like he might struggle, like he might push him away or hit his fists against him to make him stop with a scared whine.

But the sound that left his lips wasn’t one of fear, it was sweet pleasure. The kind which made the head spin and the thighs tremble.

“Oh, Mingi,” he moaned. “Oh … it feels …”

Mingi held on for a moment before trading his teeth for his lips. ****** a firm kiss against the dimples he had left behind in his flesh. As he released him, he asked,

“What do you like more?”

“Nnn, make it hurt,”

Yunho whimpered against his arm.

“Bruise me more. I want everyone to see how much attention you give me.”

⛤

The two skipped into Yunho’s bedroom, tossing their bags by the door. The younger went straight for the closet, grabbing a t-shirt for himself, and some shorts. Mingi followed right after, snatching a grey tank top as well as shorts.

They both quickly changed, Mingi walking out of the closet and throwing himself on the Younger’s bed. Yunho had followed after, going to his desk.

He plopped down in his big chair, turning a bit to look at the elder. “I’m gonna play for a little, is that okay with you ?” Yunho sweetly asked, his hand on the mouse.

Mingi looked up from his phone, his eyes flickering to the screen. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Yunho made a little noise in response, turning his attention to the login screen. If Yunho was being honest, VALORANT only stood as background noise to his thoughts. All of the things he had considered this morning were coming back to him, despite his urge to shove it all in the back of his mind.

He’d never quite realized how… off his thoughts about Mingi were. No way this was normal. Best friends don’t **** their **** in front of each other.
And they certainly don’t moan each other’s names when they come.

…Right ?

Best friends don’t sit in each other’s laps and whisper naughty things. They don’t offer little favors when the other is visibly turned on.

Yunho couldn’t let go of the idea. He was sluggishly playing a five-on-five– meant to be focused on a certain objective. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite remember what his objective actually was. Of course he had to be distracted when he was trying to maintain his rank.

He was vaguely aware of the loud and screechy voices of the gamers he was playing along with, only halfway processing their callouts and bordering demands. Usually, that would be Yunho, but as of now, his focus was diluted.

He slacked off the game, his eyes half-heartedly following the jerky movements of his agent. His fingers worked over the keyboard, the mechanical sounds flooding the uncomfortable sound of the quiet bedroom.

Best friends don’t have ****** tension. Boy best friends don’t.

Did Mingi even like boys ? Because boys certainly liked Mingi. Especially Hongjoong. God, it was unnerving to Yunho to feel like he had to share his best friend’s attention. They were made for each other. So why was Hongjoong so adamant about being a part of that ?

No matter how much fun Yunho had with it, he didn’t like competing with Hongjoong. But his ego is too ******* thick to admit that.

Yunho tried to keep up with his friends ingame, but it felt… off. For some reason, the enemy team seemed to move with almost telepathic coordination, and Yunho didn’t have the energy to counter all of that.

Although, their score ticked up against his team’s. It was hard to ignore, even through his haze. He put in the last bit of effort he could, the final round ending fast.

“Yuyu, can I borrow a hoodie ?” Mingi spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

Yunho perked up, sparing him a glance. “Huh ? Oh, yeah, of course.” He motioned to the closet before facing the screen again.

The inevitable ‘DEFEAT’ splashed across his monitor just minutes later, ending the match. He leaned back, exhaling softly, staring at the losses. Well, that was another forty minutes of his life that he won’t get back. All for a ****** play.

The rustle of hangers and the soft whisper of fabric came from the closet. Mingi, having retrieved a soft grey hoodie from the rack, paused, his hand snagging on an unfamiliar textile.

He pulled it out, a small, pale blue slip of a thing, adorned with delicate straps and a hint of floral embroidery. It was tiny, almost ridiculously so, and extremely out of place in Yunho’s closet full of t-shirts and designer streetwear.
“What is this ?” Mingi asked, holding it up with a playful smirk, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “You didn’t tell me you had a sister, Yuyu.”

Yunho, still scowling at his monitor, finally turned, his eyes landing on the pale blue garment. His heart lurched. He swallowed, then feigned a shrug, attempting nonchalance. “Must’ve been an old gift. Or a joke.”

He knew it was neither. He’d bought it months ago, tucked it away in the back. It was the unspoken curiosity, something that urged him to explore his softer sides, a femininity he’s never let anyone see.

Mingi walked over, dangling the dress. “It’s… pretty.” He tilted his head, a genuine flicker of curiosity mingling with his usual teasing. “You should put it on.”

Yunho started. “What ?” He tilted his head, his voice a little too high. Outwardly, his shoulders stiffened. Put it on ? He wants me to put it on ? The internal excitement, a tiny spark of real daredevil he hadn’t known was in there, began to flicker.

Mingi was asking him to step into that dress, and he wanted to so badly. But the thought of it, the vulnerability, made him feel exposed. “No way,” he managed, trying for a dismissive laugh that came out strained. “It’s… not my size.”

The elder just chuckled, tossing it gently onto the bed. “Come on. Just for fun. You’ve got that reckless streak, don’t you ? Prove it.” He settled back onto the bed, propping himself up on the palms of his hand, his eyes twinkling. Clearly, he was ready to watch the show.

Yunho hesitated for another beat, then, when an almost inaudible sigh, he stood. His internal grin stretched wider with every step he took towards the dress. Oh, I am so doing this. He picked it up, feeling the light, silky material against his fingertips. He turned his back to Mingi, a quick, almost shy movement, and slipped out of his clothing.

He paused for a fraction of a second, then drew the pale fabric over his torso, feeling it glide over his sweet skin. He adjusted the thin straps over his shoulders and around his back, then fixing the delicate lace onto his chest. It was short, the hem riding up high up his thighs, the fabric clinging in all the right places.

'God, I really did buy this because I wanted to feel pretty. Beautiful, even. It’s ridiculous. I’m Jeong-*******-Yunho, for Christ’s sake.'

He could feel the weight of Mingi’s gaze on his back, and when he finally turned around, he was met with Mingi’s dark expression. At first, it was that usual, casual curiosity, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

But as the elder’s eyes slowly took in the sight of Yunho in that ****** dress, his posture shifted. His smirk softened, a slow realization dawning in his eyes. A subtle widening, a hint of something just a little deeper.

Yunho noticed this, starting to feel a strange surge of confidence. He didn’t even have to say how much he liked it; Mingi was seeing it for himself.

you call him your baby, so he might as well act like one
yunho's always been one to bite the hand that holds the milk bottle
you wanna see him act out so you have a brat to punish
but you ain't seen nothing yet.

we wanna knock you into next week with what we could tell you
darling boy throws a temper tantrum,
but maybe that's cause they don't listen to what baby wants

if i gotta get hit to earn my hit
then i'll do it.
he just wants your attention, and he wants them to see it.
cause all they see now is god in the eyes of a boy in the stable stalls

darling boy gets a sugar cube if he behaves well
he knows just what to do
but he wants you to crack that whip over his yielding spine to make it hurt

so don't speak to him in that precious mother tongue
he wants to hear the low, sensual note of your sweet 'enchante' rolling off
or maybe he wants to hear you nicker like a horse
since you're his friesian, such a beautiful stallion

give him what he wants
a mass of bruises and scars and they spill out all over the sheets
not too hard, just raise your fist and let it fall with the same impact of their words

stick it and twist it
see how much i writhe for you
darling boy loves it much
can you see it in his dead eyes ?

he misses the soft 'sweetheart' of his daddy
especially as he sees birthday wishes which read like death notes
give him something good to remember

call us the master and pupil
the stallion and the foal
his eyes glimmer at sight,
because the stud and the syringe are one and the same

we don't like the disrespect, dongwook, look me in the face
darling boy has black eyes and both cold hands
on the barrel of the--

You gotta be one hell of a kid to pull up to school, on a Monday, in one of the most luxurious car brands known to man. Jeong Yunho, ever attuned to his own privileged persona drove up to the bleak campus in his new 2022 Lamborghini Aventador SVJ– along with his pretty best friend riding in the front.

It was unbelievably stupid for a seventeen year old to impulsively spend over seven hundred million Won of his inheritance on a sports car. Geonho tried to bargain with him, to get a less.. flashy car, or even just one with class.

Like Geonho’s black and beloved Bentley Bentayga.

Nah. Yunho preferred the **** roar of the V12 engine and the cat-eye headlights of his custom-coloured Aventador, the stark blue clashing with the bleak prep school environment.

“Yo, Yunho-ssi !”

There he was, Park Seonghwa. Shouting from across the parking lot, he jogged over to the two, his sparkly smile glimmering in the sunshine.

“You like my new coupe ?” Yunho hollered, swarms of underclassmen and fellow seniors beginning to group up with their phones to take pictures. Yunho could already see the headlines:

Chairman’s Charming Brother, Jeong Yunho, Pulling Up to Class With No Class, Only Flash.

Too long ? Yeah. Thought so.

“It’s ******* amazing.” Seonghwa praised, leaning back to admire the gorgeous carbon-fibre structure. “My favorite thing, though,” Hwa started, before lunging over to the side, “this ****** on the right side. What’s his deal– attempting nonchalance ? It ain’t working.”

Yunho shrugged, tapping his fingernail against the thick glass. “He wants the attention, too. Might as well spoon-feed it to him.” He joked, opening the scissor doors to let Mingi out.

“Your door, my dear.” Yunho purred, theatrically moving around to assist Mingi out of the car like a princess.

Mingi stepped out, dramatically adjusting his uniform before Yunho presented him.

“Here he is, boys, the one and only–”

“Get on your knees, -----. Worship this dirt I walk on.” Mingi interrupted, his coarse demand eliciting mock-shock gasps from the two. Now this was their dynamic. Always and forever will Mingi raise his acts for the entertainment of others.

“****, man, you didn’t even give me the chance to introduce you.” Yunho scowled, earning a playful punch from the elder. Seonghwa watched the entire charade between the two of them with a raised brow and a skeptical look.

“–seriously, Yunho-ah, I spend one day away from you, and you spend 700,000,000 Won on a ******* sports car !!” Mingi shook Yunho by the shoulders.

Seonghwa shook his head. “You two argue like my Mothers’. Except you two are like some sort of… spunky… gay couple.”

Both Yunho and Mingi froze, becoming timid and seemingly really shy. “Uh-oh. Looks like I hit a sensitive spot. What did you two get into ?” Hwa raised both brows now, crossing his arms.

Before the two could even conjure up a meager response, Kim Hongjoong scurried over, jumping right on top of Mingi, into his arms.

Both Hwa and Yunho immediately went quiet.

They loved Hongjoong ! But it seems that Hongjoong was quite smitten with Mingi. Would it be bad if Yunho wished that Seonghwa had never chosen to invite Hongjoong to lunch with them ? Would it be bad if Seonghwa admitted to regretting his choice to introduce Hongjoong to his friends ?

Either way, there was no turning back now. No matter how entitled Yunho felt to Mingi, it always felt as if it was being bombarded with Kim Hongjoong.

The same was for Seonghwa, too. The idea of his meet-cute with Hongjoong being shattered by his undeniable attraction to Mingi was heartbreaking.

And to make matters worse, no one could tell if Mingi reciprocated Hongjoong’s feelings, or if he was just being nice. Once again, Yunho was practically entitled to Mingi, especially after what happened on Friday evening.

That weekend, Yunho had spent around an hour getting himself off in the Aventador to the thought of Mingi and his… performance.

The bleak image was burned in his mind, the moment running through his mind like a movie. The session in his car was almost tangible, with the way he could feel, hear and especially see everything in its imagined detail.

There was no denying that Mingi was smoking hot.

And Yunho had been unbelievably bothered ever since.

“Is this your car, Mingi-ssi ? It’s really hot.” Hongjoong purred, leaning against the sleek body and dragging his nails across the carbon. It’s as if he just… didn’t see the key in Yunho’s hands !

The three of them internally cringed. Mingi didn’t even answer, letting Yunho take the wheel. “Um, no– actually, could you get your hands off her ? This is my car, and I’d appreciate if you’d quit scratching the hood. Don’t you know how delicate this carbon fibre is ? You ain’t a gearhead, huh ?” Yunho snarled, his voice unintentionally sounding… mean.

Hongjoong stumbled back, raising his hands off and away from his ride. “Woah, sorry, I didn’t know. You don’t have to talk to me that way.” He defended himself.

“Yeah, lay off, Yuyu. He’s just curious.” Mingi reassured the younger, placing his hand on his lower back. Yunho flinched away from the touch, crossing his arms. “I don’t give two *****. My car costs more than his home.” Yunho whispered into Mingi’s ear, a little scoff escaping his lips right after.

Hongjoong frowned. “I can hear you, y’know. But you’re right. I live in a trailer park not far from here.”

Yunho shut up real quick. He let out a shaky sigh before stepping forwards.
“Listen, Hongjoong, I’m… sorry. I crossed a line. We good ?” Yunho tilted his head, softening his eyes and sharp scowl. Unease ran through the group as the tension became quite heavy. Although the apology seemed half-hearted, he meant it. Sorta.

Hongjoong nodded, before patting his shoulder. “Yeah… You’re good. We’re… good.” He gave a tight, close lipped smile before looking over to Seonghwa. “Seonghwa, we should.. get to first period. We only have a few minutes left until the first bell.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, let’s go. I’ll see you guys later !” Seonghwa smiled, before skipping off with Hongjoong.