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.
i love my crossdressers guys
WILDCARD//minx