ONE OF YOUR GIRLS - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The dim light of Mingyu's bedroom cast long shadows across the walls as the door slammed shut behind them. Wonwoo barely had time to catch his breath before Mingyu's lips were on his again-fierce, demanding, as though Mingyu was trying to erase the years of silence between them.
Wonwoo gasped when his back hit the soft mattress, Mingyu's weight pressing him down. Every touch, every kiss sent sparks coursing through him. Mingyu's hands roamed over Wonwoo's body, tentative yet urgent, fingers tracing the lines of his chest as if memorizing him.
"You're beautiful," Mingyu whispered, his voice low and raw. His breath fannedacross Wonwoo's cheek, his lips lingering just a heartbeat away.
Wonwoo's chest tightened at the words, the sincerity in Mingyu's gaze piercing through his defenses. "Don't say things you don't mean," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
"I mean it," Mingyu said firmly, his hands cupping Wonwoo's face. "I've been blind for so long, Wonwoo. But I see you now."
The confession was too much, too fast, yet Wonwoo couldn't bring himself to push Mingyu away. Instead, he pulled him closer, his fingers tangling in Mingyu's hair as he kissed him deeply. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them and the weight of everything they'd left unsaid.
Mingyu's lips trailed down Wonwoo's neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Wonwoo's breath hitched, his hands gripping Mingyu's shoulders as he arched into the touch. "Mingyu.." he breathed, his voice trembling.
Mingyu paused, his forehead resting against Wonwoo's. "Tell me to stop, and I will," he said, his voice heavy with restraint.
Wonwoo shook his head, his eyes shining with vulnerability and desire. "Don't stop," he whispered. "Not tonight."
That was all Mingyu needed. Their clothes disappeared piece by piece, each barrier removed with a mix of urgency and reverence. Mingyu's hands never stopped exploring, his touch both tender and electrifying. He worshiped every inch of Wonwoo, his lips and hands painting promises across his skin.
When they finally came together, it was like a dam breaking. Years of longing,frustration, and love poured out in every movement, every shared breath. Their bodies moved in sync, each touch and sound building to a crescendo that left them both trembling.
Mingyu's name fell from Wonwoo's lips like a prayer, his hands clutching at Mingyu's back as he rode the waves of pleasure that surged through him. Mingyu pressed their foreheads together, his breath hot and ragged against Wonwoo's skin. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "I've always got you."
When it was over, they lay tangled together in the sheets, their breaths mingling as the room fell into a comfortable silence. Mingyu's arm draped over Wonwoo's waist, holding him close as if afraid to let go.
"Does this change everything?" Wonwoo asked softly, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Mingyu tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair from Wonwoo's face. "It changes nothing and everything," he said with a small smile. "You're still my best friend, but now.. now you're more."
Wonwoo's heart swelled at the words, a tentative hope blooming within him. For the first time in years, the ache in his chest felt lighter, as though Mingyu's love was enough to mend the fractures within him.
And as the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, Wonwoo allowed himselfto believe that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something real.