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Assistant: Title: Paperweight
        Author: seemylia woojecheeks 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Winning always left Minhyung restless, skin too tight and mind too buzzy. That night, it seemed that he wasn't the only one that sleep eluded. Minseok had always found comfort in his presence, and it seemed that being in another continent didn't change that.So what if it was weird that Minseok showed up at his door at three in the morning demanding hugs? It wasn't like Minhyung could deny him anything. (Minseok might take advantage of that.)OR; Minhyung and Keria find a new way to deal with the high of winning the 2024 Worlds semi-finals.
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              Winning always left Minhyung restless, skin too tight and mind too buzzy. That night, it seemed that he wasn't the only one that sleep eluded. Minseok had always found comfort in his presence, and it seemed that being in another continent didn't change that.So what if it was weird that Minseok showed up at his door at three in the morning demanding hugs? It wasn't like Minhyung could deny him anything. (Minseok might take advantage of that.)OR; Minhyung and Keria find a new way to deal with the high of winning the 2024 Worlds semi-finals.
            
        

        
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      hi, this is the first time i'm writing for a new fandom in forever, i'm terrified, be nice i know its the worst timing im just as heartbroken as everyone over wooje leaving t1, let's cope <3
    

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  October 28th. Paris. 3 :36 AM.
Sleepless nights weren’t something Minhyung was exactly familiar with. That was something Sanghyeok praised him for when they first met, as if Minhyung had any control over his capacity to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere.
  “Good sleep is the first step toward victory, Minhyung-ah.”
And victory seemed to be the first step toward poor sleep, because Minhyung had been staring at the ceiling of his hotel room, desperate to be knocked out unconscious, for at least three hours. And if Lee ‘Gumayusi’ Minhyung was anything, it was stubborn. He wanted to sleep, so he would.Images of the semi-finals against Gen G were flashing in front of his closed eyes, determined to keep his mind busy, to keep his blood roaring. His fingers twitched, muscle memory urging him to kite back, get one more kill, secure their win, secure their spot in finals. Just one more, to be sure. He could almost hear the deafening roar from the crowd when they turned over that final fight in game 4. He was breathless.Sleep was impossible in these conditions. He should just swallow his pride and accept it. Lying in bed doing nothing and getting no rest was entirely useless. But he wanted to sleep. He needed to, it was the only way from stopping his brain to go down that slippery slope it was veering toward dangerously.Calming thoughts. Minhyung tried to conjure soothing images: the food they got after the finals, the walk they took near the Eiffel Tower, Wooje’s cheeks full of food making him look even younger than he was, eyes sparkling with joy. It helped. Minhyung could almost feel his heartbeat slow down, thinking about the relief Wooje must have experienced, securing that win. Everyone had been under pressure this year, but Wooje was a special case.He was the youngest, and probably the most quiet of the team. Sanghyeok was pretty quiet too, but he was older, and more experienced. Minhyung trusted him fully when it came to handling his emotions and seeking support when needed. For Wooje, it was more difficult. He focused on his job, on the game, forgot about everything else, and then bottled up everything he didn’t want to deal with. It was difficult to know when he was okay and when he was pretending.But tonight, he was okay. He was eating, whining and pouting to get more food and dessert. He was laughing wholeheartedly at Sanghyeok’s lame jokes, showed no hesitation to accept Jeonggyun’s doting and affection. Wooje was doing great tonight. Air flowed through Minhyung’s lungs more easily. He felt his lips twitch up in the hint of a smile, remembering the way Wooje leaned more and more into Hyunjoon as the night passed.It was truly an appeasing sight: seeing Wooje get a little bit loose-limbed from beer and letting his guard down. His body spoke for him, constantly seeking his jungler’s support. It would be adorable if it wasn’t so painful. These two were the biggest idiots Minhyung knew. The mutual yearning and obliviousness could kill someone, probably.Yearning. Immediately, a new face flashed in Minhyung’s mind. It was ridiculous, the way his chest tightened, the way his breath cut short, the way he screwed his eyes shut in hope to get it out of his head. Get him out of his head. As if beating himself up for the stupid feelings he refused to deal with would make sleep come any faster.Maybe it was the way his heart was beating erratically, or maybe it was his focus narrowing on the phantom sensations from the hug he got earlier, but whatever the reason, it was good enough to explain why he didn’t hear the first shy knock on his door. And to explain the way he dramatically jumped, sitting up when the shy knock turned into impatient banging.His first instinct was to freeze, holding his breath. Lee Minhyung wasn’t a coward, he didn’t get scared easily, but he also had those things called survival instincts. He was alone in a hotel room in a foreign country, and he had fans here, he knew it. Someone knocking on his door in the middle of the night was a normal thing to be wary about.He was starting to believe that his strategy was working and that whoever was at his door, whether a creep or someone drunk who got the wrong room, gave up, when he heard it. A sigh, long and a little dramatic, followed by cursing that he was a little bit too familiar with. Korean cursing.
  Minseok.
It’d be humiliating, how quickly Minhyung shoved the blankets off his body, stumbling out of bed as if his life depended on it, but sadly, he was used to that desperation by now. The Keria effect, he liked to call it. If his support needed him, he’d be here, immediately, no question asked. He cursed under his breath, stumbling into a pair of sweatpants, putting a shirt on backwards, and finally got to the door.When he opened it, he expected Minseok to have turned away already, and to find him walking down the hallway. But apparently, Minseok was more patient than Minhyung gave him credit for, and he was still there, looking devastatingly cute under the terrible neon light of the hotel’s hallway. His face was slightly puffy, probably from sleep, and he was wearing a shirt way too big for him. All those details were anecdotal: just how you expect to find any man who woke up at three in the morning. But nothing about Minseok was ever anecdotal to Minhyung. He was too far gone, and his heart felt tender just looking at his friend (right, friend).“Hi,” he whispered, like them talking was some sort of big secret to hide to the world. It might be, with the way Minseok was checking their surroundings. “What’s going on?”Minseok didn’t reply right away, eyes darting from Minhyung’s face to literally every corner of the hallway. He was nervous. If there was one thing Minhyung was good at, aside from being the best damage dealer in the world, it was spotting how Minseok was feeling, at all times.“Is everything okay?”Minseok nodded immediately, before stalling. His lips opened but he snapped them shut quickly, hesitant. Real worry sparked in Minhyung’s chest. Something was wrong.“Did something hap—”“I can’t sleep,” Minseok cut him off. His voice was soft, a bit rougher than usual, and thick with something Minhyung was struggling to put his finger on. Until he did, and suddenly, every little detail he missed before seemed obvious: Minseok shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers twitching and thrumming against his leg, his lips looking a little too wet, bitten-red.“Come in,” Minhyung said, in lieu of addressing the elephant in the room– in the hallway. He was more than familiar with the restlessness that could take over your body and your mind after a big game. Winning just took away the guilt and the frustration, helped not dwelling on small mistakes, but it didn’t stop your blood from rushing too fast, your lungs from feeling too small, your skin from closing in too tightly over your bones.Minseok nodded, ducking to slip under Minhyung’s arm, and made a bee-line for his bed.Now, that was new. When Minseok couldn’t sleep, he sometimes seeked other people, and it wasn’t rare for Minhyung to be on the list, but they usually found something to do to distract their buzzing minds until sleep finally came, and then they parted ways. Minhyung’s bed had never been in the equation. Maybe today, it was different. It was not really his bed, after all. And it was 3 AM, too late for questions.The door closed with a muted thud, and Minhyung quickly locked it. It felt wrong, like he was somehow trapping Minseok in, but his blood was too hot, his bones too brittle, and keeping the door open made his brain want to scream. He checked the handle to make sure the door wouldn’t budge, for good measure.Silence stretched around the room, heavy but not uncomfortable. Minhyung didn’t close the shutters, and Paris’ moonlight filtered in the room through the blinds. Some yellowish lights danced on the bed, casting a golden glow on Minhyung’s messy sheets. Minseok was standing at the foot of the bed, staring at it, eyes distant, looking almost hypnotized. His mind must be buzzing with thoughts, for him to look so absent.The yearning in Minhyung’s chest got so intense that for a second, his lungs refused to let more air in. Oh, how he wished that he could be greeted by this sight every night: Minseok, dressed in the lamest pajamas, ready to sleep in his bed (probably). But it didn’t matter. Whatever was happening, it was more important than Minhyung’s wishful thinking.“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, carefully taking a step forward.“No,” Minseok whispered, and something in Minhyung’s heart cracked. Minseok was usually loud, in the best way. He was chatty, enthusiastic, and always had something to share. Tonight though, he sounded fragile, almost scared. “I… I’m happy,” he continued, apparently still wanting to talk about it despite his refusal. Maybe he couldn’t help it, words coming out without his consent, pulling too strongly on his tongue. “I’m so happy we won, but nothing feels real. I’m so f@ck@ng scared, Minhyung-ah.”His voice didn’t break, yet it felt like it. Minhyung hesitated. Everything in him screamed to reach out, cross the distance between them, and drag Minseok in an embrace so strong it would crush every single one of his worries. But everything felt too heavy, too serious. This wouldn’t be a hug spurred by the high of winning, or justified by the nerves of an upcoming game. This would just be Minhyung giving in to his deepest desires. He couldn’t have that, not now. He couldn’t take advantage of Minseok’s vulnerability like that.“Minhyung-ah, can I sleep here? Just tonight. I… I need a reminder that it’s real. That I’m not going to wake up to the managers booking our flights to Seoul. I need…”An anchor, Minhyung completed in his head. Yeah, he understood. More than enough. Quietly, he nodded, but still didn’t move. Of course, Minseok could sleep here. Every day, any day, whenever. He was always welcome in Minhyung’s space. It was so obvious, it should be easy. Yet, Minhyung found himself unable to move, not knowing how to position his body, how to even breathe now that Minseok was sharing his air.Minseok didn’t move either, still standing at the foot of the bed. He was gnawing on his bottom lip and maybe it was the remnants of the victory glee, or the lack of sleep, but Minhyung felt his heart double in size at the sight. Minseok had the prettiest lips, always stupidly pouty, and it f@ck@d him up a little bit.The yearning in his chest made it difficult to breathe. Could one get physical injuries from a need too intense? Lovesick, but make it literal. That’d be a terrible condition to fight for their fifth star in. He couldn’t have that.“Your shirt is on backwards,” Minseok commented, breaking the silence that wasn’t so comfortable anymore. Minhyung blinked, twice.“Uh… yeah, kinda… rushed to put it on when I heard you, I thought it was just a weirdo at my door.”Minseok smiled and Minhyung’s heart experienced what was probably the closest thing to an irl Talon ult. His own smile was wobbly, uncertain. It was so unlike him. Minhyung was nothing but confident. He took what he wanted, always. But with Minseok, everything felt too important. He couldn’t f@ck it up, refused to. Not only would it be terrible for both their careers, if they lost their synergy as a duo because Minhyung got too greedy, but it would also damage their friendship. Minhyung would gladly pin forever if it meant keeping Minseok around.“If you sleep shirtless in October, you’re gonna catch a cold,” Minseok continued, unaware of Minhyung’s inner turmoil. “We can’t have you get sick right before the big game.”“I won’t get sick,” Minhyung immediately argued, somehow affronted at the thought. He had a wonderful immune system.Minseok’s smile turned mischievous, and Minhyung couldn’t help his own from turning bigger. He loved when Minseok was having fun. He would gladly lose 2v2 on the botlane every match if Minseok could pick whatever weird support he wanted and have fun.The amusement in his eyes faltered and dimmed quickly though, and it immediately wiped the smile off Minhyung’s face.“Minseok-ah…”“I hate feeling like this,” Minseok grunted, eyebrows pinched. “I feel f@ck@ng crazy. Nothing feels real, it’s like I’m gonna disappear.”“You’re not gonna disappear,” Minhyung tried to comfort him, quickly biting his tongue when a stupid pet name tried to slip through. “You’re real, we’re real. We won, we’ll win next Saturday, and we’ll get the second win for our family.”“Prove it,” Minseok asked, demanded even, turning toward Minhyung. There was the spark of a fire starting in the back of his eyes, slowly but surely growing bigger. It burnt right through the pretense Minhyung built around himself. He felt bare, for the world to see, for Minseok to dissect and take apart. “Make sure of it.”“What do you mean?”Minhyung hated implied and unspoken words. He said what he thought, he meant what he said, and he went after what he wanted, without any detour, always. Minseok talking in riddles was bound to drive him up the wall.The air shifted around them and suddenly, Minseok wasn’t at the bottom of the bed anymore. He was standing right in front of Minhyung, eyes fierce as he looked up to stare into the eyes of his ‘eternal partner’.“Do I have to spell it out?” Minseok asked and he sounded both annoyed and scared. It made every alarm go off in Minhyung’s brain: Minseok wasn’t happy and he needed to fix it. His fingers twitched, fisting the air.“Yes, I’m an ADC, I just know how to click, you’re the call-shotter baby.” The pet name slipped out this time and Minhyung smirked, hoping to make the stupid word pass off as teasing.“I hate you, you’re not stupid, don’t act like you aren’t the smartest man I know.”Considering Lee Sanghyeok was one of their closest friends, it was pretty much a lie, and Minhyung would have loved to prove Minseok wrong out of pure pride, but this wasn’t banter. They weren’t having a silly conversation while waiting to tag a new game in DuoQ. Annoyance was painted all over Minseok’s face but his arms were wrapped around his midriff, his fingers twitching against his sides. He looked like a breeze could knock him over. He looked cold and scared and Minhyung’s stupid neandertal brain was screaming to do something.“You’re right. You’re always right,” Minhyung whispered, voice dropping an octave, pulling the two of them in a much more intimate bubble. Minseok’s eyes widened, but his lips stayed sealed, which meant that Minhyung wasn’t doing something entirely wrong. Good.He reached out.Silly. He was such an idiot for hesitating and doubting himself. The minute his hand touched Minseok’s shoulder, bringing him closer, Minseok melted. He stumbled forward, smashing his face against Minhyung’s chest, clinging to the back of his shirt, like it was their natural position, how they were meant to stand together, at all times. Minhyung felt utterly stupid for not realizing sooner how much Minseok needed this. He was shaking in his arms, nails digging into his back through his shirt, like he was terrified Minhyung was going to disappear.He could probably hear the wild rhythm of Minhyung’s heart but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered when Minseok was in his arms, clinging to him like  a lifeline. Minhyung hesitated approximatively two seconds before pressing his own face in Minseok’s hair, locking him in a steel-strong embrace. He smelled like home. Minseok always travelled with his usual products: shampoo, conditioner, skin care. Everything was always the same. A constant in the roller-coaster that was the life of a pro-player in the LCK.The tension Minhyung had forgotten about, too busy focusing on his best friend and possibly the love of his life, started to bleed out from his muscles. The restlessness of the day faded, but was soon replaced with something just as strong, and way more dangerous.Hunger.Minhyung’s life ran on ambition. He pushed and pushed and pushed until he got what he wanted. And he wanted Minseok, desperately. The urge to pull Minseok in closer, hug him tighter, until both of their bodies merged together, coursed through his veins, demanding, ready to ravage everything on its way.A hand hit his back. “Tighter,” Minseok mumbled, refusing to lift his face off, voice muffled by Minhyung’s shirt.“What?”“Hold me tighter,” Minseok repeated, voice clearer this time. Breathier, too. He sounded on edge, and there was no doubt that after letting go, everything was rushing back to him. Minhyung tried to tighten his embrace as best as he could without hurting the other. It earned him a loud, upset groan.“I don’t want to hurt you,” Minhyung whispered, at a loss.Minseok punched him in the stomach. It was light, clearly not meant to hurt, but the meaning was unclear. Minhyung let go of Minseok, and was graced by a burning glare. Something wasn’t right.“You’re not gonna hurt me, f@ck@ng idiot. You…” Minseok stammered, real anger pooling in his eyes. “I’m not…”“Minseok-ah…”“I know I’m f@ck@ng short but I’m not made of glass, Minhyung-ah!” Minseok yelled and Minhyung felt bad for immediately clasping a hand over his mouth. Seeing just how much of Minseok’s face his hand covered made him feel dizzy.“I know you’re not made of glass, Seok-ah,” Minhyung articulated slowly, trying to ignore the shame bubbling in his stomach. “But you have a human body and there’s only so much it can take before you can’t breathe anymore. I’m… I’m not looking down on you but I do feel like I could crush you and…”“Maybe I want that,” Minseok cut him off the second Minhyung lifted his hand off his face (pretty, soft face. Minhyung was going crazy.) The fire in his eyes was a full blaze now, the small spark long forgotten. Minhyung’s mouth turned dry. What? “Maybe I want you to use your f@ck@ng bear-sized body and stupidly long arms to crush me and everything that’s wrong with me. Maybe I want you to suffocate me until I can no longer think. Make me stop thinking, Lee Minhyung.”The few seconds Minhyung took to study Minseok’s face, take in the fierce look of his eyes, the sharp lock in his jaw, the tightness of his shoulders, felt like forever. When he moved though, time sped up exponentially. His hands found Minseok’s hips and he was most likely f@ck@ng everything up but he couldn’t pretend like his entire body wasn’t burning with the need to crush him too. He backed Minseok against the bed and didn’t wait for him to move on his own. He didn’t want to wait anymore.Minhyung didn’t have Hyunjoon’s workout routine. He had a big body and he looked strong mostly thanks to genetics. He didn’t work out enough to carry a grown man with one arm. He did lift enough weights to be able to grab Minseok’s waist and throw him on the mattress, though.He looked glorious. His lips parted around a huff, his cheeks flushed, his eyes . Minhyung would have loved to take some time to admire how pretty he looked, laid out of his bed, unspoken desires burning in his eyes, but his own wants made him impossible to go slow. He crawled on the mattress, quickly covering all of Minseok’s body, and let go.He could’ve gone slow, progressively lowering his body to adjust his posture perfectly and let Minseok adjust nicely. But he didn’t feel like being nice: Minseok did ask him to stop treating him like he was made of glass, after all. So, he dropped everything at once, chuckling when Minseok grunted, closing his eyes for a few seconds to process the new feeling of supporting the weight of a full, well nourished, grown man.Jokes could’ve been fired, taunting could have been exchanged, had Minhyung been clueless. But they were so close, it would have been impossible to miss the relieved sigh that followed the grunt, escaping Minseok’s lips when Minhyung’s arms snaked under him, pulling him in a proper, crushing embrace. The sound echoed in Minhyung’s ears and travelled through his entire body. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to fully process the situation, taking in, inch by inch, how Minseok’s body felt under him.Smaller body.It was impossible to ignore. Minhyung never looked down on Minseok for his size. Sure, he was short, but he was still one of the best LOL players in the world and he could shut anyone up with just a glare. He was burning with ambition and he was one of the bravest people Minhyung knew. Everyone respected him, and Minhyung was the first on that list.But in those moments, when Minseok leaned everything he had into Minhyung, when they hugged, touched or physically supported each other, there was no way to ignore just how much smaller he was. It made Minhyung feel parched, and he had no way to quench that thirst.He stared into Minseok’s eyes, core straining under the effort of keeping his head high enough to maintain eye contact. It hurt but it didn’t matter. He tightened his hold, arms curling further around Minseok’s body, and the sight he was blessed with would probably be imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life. Minseok’s lips parted around a gasp and he closed his eyes, but not fast enough to hide the way they rolled in the back of his head. Bliss was painted all over his face and Minhyung could have stared at it for hours.He would have, had it not be for a hand fisting the back of his hair, forcing his face down, right next to Minseok’s. He tried really hard not to think that had neither of them moved, changed the angle, it would have ended in a kiss. He shouldn’t be thinking about kissing right now, it was greedy and stupid. He should be happy that he got to hug Minseok like this at all.Just a hug. It was just a hug.The words twirled around his head, a mantra he repeated again and again, in hope that it would make it true. Just a hug.“F@ck,” Minseok gasped at some point, and Minhyung wanted to scream. Was he hurting him? Not giving him enough? He was about to back off, check up on him, but Minseok moved first. His hands, that had been resting over Minhyung’s back, suddenly found their way under his shirt, and Minhyung forgot how to breathe. Minseok’s fingertips brushed against his bare skin, the touch featherlight, and Minhyung’s entire body tensed, his arms first.He didn’t know there was a human way to hold Minseok any tighter, but he was quickly proven wrong as Minseok’s back arched off the mattress, pulled irresistibly deeper into Minhyung’s chest. The groan he let out was somewhere between pain and pleasure and it f@ck@d Minhyung up in every way.This was probably wrong. Most likely. Minhyung had imagined this scene more than once: Minseok, in his bed, in his arms, willing and content. But it still felt wrong. They should talk, fill the silence, try to fix the issue, soothe each other. Minhyung didn’t find it in him to shatter the soft silence surrounding them.He was also terrified that, were he to open his mouth, something terribly embarrassing like a plea would come out. Minseok’s hands were delicate against his back, gentle, caressing the skin almost mindlessly. Minhyung wanted to do something stupid, anything to turn that sweet touch into a desperate grab. He wanted Minseok to cling to him with he same desperation Minhyung felt. Maybe it was Minseok’s smell slowly invading his senses, turning him more stupid than usual. He couldn’t help it. He needed more.“Minseok-ah,” he started, mind racing too fast for his lips not to get loose. The heavy rasp in his voice was embarrassing, but the hitch in Minseok’s breath, the little gasp he let out right into Minhyung’s ear, cancelled it out. He would happily sound pathetic if it got Minseok to react like that. “You can hold me, too. I won’t get hurt.”Minseok giggled. It was heavy and breathless, but a giggle nonetheless, and Minhyung felt the urge to bite something. “I would, Minhyung-ah, but I kinda have no strength right now.”Every alarm in Minhyung’s head went off and immediately, he was pushing off the mattress, scanning Minseok’s face for any trace of discomfort and pain. The little sh@t had the audacity to laugh in his face. His eyes sparkled with something dangerous, something that tugged at Minhyung’s heart strings a little too hard.“Look at you, always so worried, always so ready to jump in my defense.”Minhyung frowned, pride wounded. “Someone has to, you would hurt yourself stumbling on air if I wasn’t here to catch your clumsy ass.”The sparkle morphed and Minhyung recognized fondness.“My hero,” Minseok whispered, and as bad at reading implied signs Minhyung was, he heard the switch in Minseok’s voice immediately. He hated their position. Both of his hands were occupied, keeping him from crushing Minseok’s body under him. Keeping him from taking his face in his hands, from touching him everywhere, making sure it was real. Maybe Minseok wasn’t the only one struggling to come to terms with the situation.“Always will be,” he chose to reply instead. Minseok smiled. Beamed. It made him glow and lit up the room in a million of different colors. Nothing shone brighter than a happy Minseok. Minhyung would sacrifice the world to make sure this smile never stopped shining. I love you. “Are you feeling better?”The sigh that echoed around them kickstarted an anxiety Minhyung only felt when he died in an important teamfight and had to watch his friends fight for him. Minseok sounded p@ss@d.“Do you really think I came here and had you crush me in your bed just to feel better? Yah, Lee Minhyung…”Put like that, it did sound pretty stupid. Heat bloomed on Minhyung’s face. He didn’t really enjoy when his own stupidity was pointed out to him, but it seemed to be a pattern around Minseok. He was looking for a comeback, something smart to retort, but really, he had no weapons to fight with. He was helpless under Minseok’s fond but judgmental gaze. Especially when his hands were almost literally tied and Minseok’s were very much free. Free and moving. Reaching out. Cupping Minhyung’s face.His brain short-circuited. Minhyung had always tried really hard not to pay attention to Minseok’s hands. It was a mystery, really, how the best support in the world, one of the best LOL players in history, managed to play at such high level with hands like this: small who refused to learn how to hold chopsticks correctly. They were good on a keyboard, it was all that mattered. No need to think about it more than necessary.But with Minseok’s fingers tracing the shape of his cheeks, cupping his jaw, it was really hard not to think about them. Suddenly, Minhyung was fully aware of their size difference, of how much bigger he was. Minseok looked terribly tiny under him. Tiny, but perfectly in control. He was playing Minhyung like Sanghyeok played the piano: with ease, like he did it all his life and knew him by heart. Maybe he did. Maybe Minhyung had done nothing in his life, but wait for Minseok to handle him, guide him.He wasn’t sure when exactly he started to lower his body again, but suddenly, he was no longer on his hands, but on his elbows, and his nose was millimeters away from Minseok’s. He didn’t dare to breathe, scared of shattering the intimate bubble they were wrapped in. The silence finally felt right. Minseok was staring back at him, unwavering and beautiful. The sparkle in his eyes was easier and easier to decipher. Fondness, care, affection, want. His lips, so full, so beautiful, were parted as he breathed.Panted, almost.From up close, Minhyung could finally see it. Minseok didn’t have it all together. He just looked in control and confident when Minhyung was too much of a mess to see past his own state. But blood was rushing under Minseok’s skin, his fingers were itching to dig into skin, someone, and his mouth… His tongue darted out, licking over his upper lip. It was a nervous tick, one Minhyung had seen dozens, if not hundreds of times. It wasn’t teasing or taunting. But it worked nonetheless.“I’m gonna kiss you.”He didn’t mean to say that. It shouldn’t be happening like that, in the middle of the night, with both their blood still rushing too fast, making them deaf and blind to the outside world. Minhyung wanted to be a gentleman, take Minseok on a proper date, hold his hand, walk him home, and kiss him under the stars. Sue him, he was a romantic.His shutters weren’t close, though. The stars were right there. And for the hand…It was clumsy, the way he dropped all of his weight on his left arm to free his right hand, and the way he felt around for Minseok’s hand. But it didn’t matter, because he found it, their fingers laced together almost naturally, and Minseok was still smiling. His eyes were twinkling with glee and Minhyung couldn’t care less if he looked like a fool.With how tense they were, how wild their hearts were beating, one would expect this moment to be serious and filled with weird tension. But at the end of the day, they were still the same duo, the same silly botlane running it down with goofy picks and goofiest smiles. Their teeth met before their lips could and they dissolved into a mess of giggles. Minhyung found himself naturally pressing his face into Minseok’s neck as the other man laughed with his whole chest, head thrown back.A weight lifted off Minhyung’s heart, leaving him dizzy. The weight he was so used to carry around, that little bundle of fear and anxiety he cherished, that filled up a little more every time he was around Minseok, a harsh yet gentle reminder that he was alive, and so full of emotions, so full of love to give. It reduced, thinned, almost fading. Why was he ever scared of the affection he carried for Minseok? That was stupid. Loving him was the easiest thing in the world.Minseok was still laughing, high and breathy. He couldn’t be kissed like that, so Minhyung switched his attention to the most accessible place: his throat. He reveled in the gasp that cut through Minseok’s laughter, in the breathy noise that kicked past his lips before he clasped a hand over his mouth. Sensitive. Minhyung kissed another spot of his neck, and another, and another. Under him, Minseok writhed, not knowing how to react to the (probably) foreign touch. But he had nowhere to go, not with Minhyung’s much bigger frame caging him in. His fingers went lax for a moment before encasing Minhyung’s with no intent to ever let go.Another smile bloomed on Minhyung’s face, mix between joy and mischievous glee. With all the teasing he had to sit through, he was allowed to be a little mean. There was not one sorry bone in his body when he opened his jaw wider and grazed his teeth all the way down Minseok’s throat. The sound that echoed around the room couldn’t be described as anything but a moan, and Minhyung immediately found himself addicted to it. It sounded magical, he needed more.More.His tongue joined in on the heated painting he was drawing on Minseok’s throat, the world’s prettiest canvas. He could feel his pulse going wild under the soft skin, could feel every single intake of breath, the sharp ones caused by Minhyung’s touch, the long ones, desperate attempts to calm himself. Eventually, Minhyung found the spot where the heartbeat was the loudest, and parted his lips around it. Maybe this way, he could reach all the way to Minseok’s heart, he thought as he sucked a pretty bruise on the silky skin.“Minhyung-ah,” Minseok gasped, sounding way too ruined for Minhyung not to lift himself up again, just to see, just to admire. Parting from his neck was painful, but entirely worth it. Minseok’s cheeks were flushed, and his eyes… If that was how he looked with a few kisses down his neck, Minhyung wondered how deadly he would look after s@x.Something hot and angry reared to life in his chest, entirely out of place and uncalled for. May no one else ever see him like that.He moved their intertwined hands up the mattress, pressing them right over Minseok’s head. Like that, Minhyung felt entirely in control of the situation, and it made his blood roar in his veins. It was a thrilling feeling, but what truly made his heart soar was how willingly Minseok gave over control to him. Like he didn’t want it, like he was more than happy having Minhyung calling the shots. He trusts you.Minhyung wanted to ruin him, make him cry, see him drown in pleasure.“You’re dangerous,” Minseok whispered, and this time, Minhyung suspected that it was less to be mysterious and more to hide how shaken he sounded. He smirked.“I can show you dangerous,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Minseok didn’t lose his flush, even as he burst out laughing once again.Making Minseok laugh might be better than s@x, Minhyung was finding out, and he wasn’t mad about it. It was so easy, so nice.“Minseok-ah,” he started after a few moments of appreciation. Minseok’s fingers were still tangled with his, his thumb tracing idle patterns in the back of Minhyung’s hand. He was probably not even conscious of it, which made it worse. It felt soft and domestic, Minhyung should be scared of what his heart was starting to do. Minseok was his best friend, maybe the person he knew the best, and who knew him the best. Every fear he could have had in the past felt silly now. It was Minseok. Of course, things would be okay. “I think I like you.”Minseok’s smile widened, and Minhyung wondered if there was any limit to how beautiful he could get. He was glowing, shining like a thousand suns. Minhyung wanted to burn from it.“I’d hope so, cause I think I like you too,” Minseok fake-whispered, like it was a silly joke and not a confession that could rock Minhyung’s entire world. Would rock his entire world.“Hm, I have my doubts… How could I be sure? Maybe you’re just using me for my body. You just want a human paperweight…”“If I just wanted a deadweight to pin me down, I’d have plenty of better options. Aren’t you cocky…”Minhyung snorted, but Minseok probably saw right through it. He hated how easy he was, how simple his brain turned when he was around Minseok. He wanted to be T1’s ADC because he wanted to be important in a team that proved to be the best. That was what motivated him to keep trying until he got in. That was also what kept him motivated to stay, but not only. He couldn’t bear the thought of not being Keria’s ADC, of Gumayusi having anyone else as his support. It made his blood boil in a way that was every bit irrational.Much like the thought of Minseok picking anyone else in this exact moment.“With the way you throw yourself at me after every win, I’d be inclined to think that you aren’t mad about me being so cocky, Ryu Minseok,” Minhyung decided to taunt back, dropping his voice, letting the words curl in the air like bait, waiting to be taken. He couldn’t help the satisfaction that tickled his stomach when Minseok’s lips parted around nothing, speechless by the switch in Minhyung’s demeanor.Minhyung loved to tease. Minseok loved being a little sh@t. They matched well together. But Minhyung knew the limits there were to teasing, and always made sure not to overstep them. He never fully leaned into flirting, despite the many opportunities he had.Now though, in the secrecy of his hotel room, with nothing but the moon, the stars and a distant Eiffel Tower to see them, he didn’t have to hold back. His lips curled into a smirk as he shifted his weight around, lodging a thigh between Minseok’s, forcing him to part his legs ever so slightly. He could spot the faintest hint of a blush on his soft cheeks and it made his stomach flip with glee. He was the one doing that. He was the one who rendered Ryu ‘Keria’ Minseok speechless, he was the one who made him blush, he was the one who had him sprawled on a bed, defenseless and looking entirely too beautiful for this world.Minseok wasn’t one to stay stunned for too long, though. Swiftly, his legs followed Minhyung’s movement, spreading and taking things a step further by wrapping around Minhyung’s thighs. It wasn’t tight or oppressing. Minseok didn’t have enough strength to physically restrain a man 20 centimeters taller than him, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the intent: he wanted Minhyung here, closer, intimate.No trophy could ever elicit heat as vibrant as the one currently blooming in Minhyung’s chest. He felt like he had gotten the best prize there was to win.When he leaned in, this time, he didn’t warn Minseok. He didn’t think to, really. Minseok should be ready, either way, with the way Minhyung was refusing to look at anything but his lips. And if Minseok wasn’t able to tell from miles away each impulsive decision crossing his ADC’s mind, maybe they needed to work on their synergy as a botlane.Their lips met briefly. It was soft, a gentle press, chaste and delicate, a touch that Minhyung broke immediately to savor the gasp that Minseok inevitably let out. He was all breathy noises and appreciative hums. Minhyung wanted more, so he kissed him again. This time, it wasn’t brief, and it didn’t stay soft. The smiles were gone. The giddiness of their silly half-confessions was fading, replaced by the heaviness of their shared want and desire. Minseok’s fingers fisted Minhyung’s hair, urging him to deepen the kiss, and Minhyung had no option but to oblige.He almost passed away. Kissing Minseok was like coming home after a long day, a tiring walk under the rain, a hike under the scorching summer sun. It was refreshing and comfortable. It was like home, but it was also so, so much more. Minseok hummed into the kiss and Minhyung felt that familiar hunger roar in his blood. That ravaging feeling that got him his spot in T1, that got him to be one of the best and most respected LOL players of the planet: the greed to always have more.He wanted to devour Minseok whole and let himself be burnt and turned to ashes in return.Their tongues brushed against each other, tentative as they both got used to each other, and someone moaned. It was loud and would have been embarrassing, had the two of them not been so lost into each other. One of Minhyung’s arm snaked under Minseok’s back, that immediately arched off the bed to make room for it. They moved with each other like it wasn’t their first time doing this, like they’ve been kissing and making out for years. Every shift in Minhyung’s body was matched by Minseok’s and as their bodies curled around each other, meeting in breathy moans and low groans, it felt like they were just one person.They’ve been in sync for a few months now, sharing habits and expressions and little details. It made sense, seeing how much time they spent together, and how important it was that they worked well together. Yet, seeing it in this context, feeling Minseok’s body naturally move to accommodate his, made Minhyung’s head spin.He bit down on Minseok’s full lips, because he could, just to see. It earned him a groan, a kick in the back of his thighs, and a bite on his own lip. Nothing harsh, nothing painful, just a proof that Minseok wasn’t just being kissed. This was a two-persons dance, and Minhyung couldn’t be happier about it.That was something else he had been scared about. He was taller, broader, bigger than Minseok. By a lot. It wasn’t too shocking, no one would bat an eye if Minseok was a girl. 165 centimeters to Minhyung’s 185 wasn’t the most shocking size difference. Yet, whenever Minhyung let himself go to his silly little fantasies, he always feared that this difference would create some sort of imbalance between them. He didn’t want to completely overtake Minseok: he wanted them to trade.And trading, they were. Those fears had been baseless and now that he was faced with the real deal, Minhyung realized how stupid he had been. Ryu Minseok wasn’t one to simply let himself be bossed around without a fight.His nails raked down Minhyung’s skull, reaching his neck and leaving a hot, angry trail in their way. Minhyung rolled his hips down in retaliation. Both of them moaned into each other. It was messy and broken. It was perfect.It wasn’t surprising, after the day they had, after their tense conversation, and with the week that was to come, that they’d find themselves in this state, hard and expecting. But it didn’t mean that they knew how to handle it.Minhyung blushed first, but refused to look away. He got the honor of seeing the moment Minseok realized what was happening, eyes widening before they disappeared behind his hands. There was nothing cuter than a flustered Minseok. Minhyung had always thought so, and he would stand by it even on his deathbed. He pressed a kiss on the back of Minseok’s hands before slowly lifting himself off.As much as he would love to be stupid and say ‘f@ck it’ to any potential consequence, now wasn’t the time. And as much as he loved going fast and let his passions take the lead, he didn’t want their first time to happen like that, in the middle of the night, spurred by too much leftover energy and the high of a win.“I’m gonna take a very quick shower, then if you want you can do the same, and then we’ll sleep. What do you say?”Minseok nodded, still hiding away, and well, that was adorable and terribly dangerous for Minhyung’s heart. He let his hands trail under Minseok’s shirt, giving one last touch to his back, his waist and his stomach before he forced himself out of bed. Ignoring the small, breathy moan that Minseok let out was possibly the hardest thing he ever did.The water was icy cold. He stepped under it quickly. It was the worst shower of his life and he couldn’t be happier about it.It solved his little lower problem, though said problem roused awake the minute he stepped out of the bathroom. Minseok was curled up on his side, under the duvet, and only his face was peeking out of the blanket cocoon he was basically wrapped into. For some reasons, the first thing Minhyung thought about was how it was his bed, his blanket, smelling entirely like him. And Minseok was drowning in it.He was an animal. Maybe tomorrow he’d ask Hyunjoon to beat him up, to balance things out.“The shower is free,” he whispered, padding toward the bed.Minseok’s eyes stayed close and he simply dug a hand out of the duvet, reaching out in Minhyung’s direction. “I don’t need a shower, I’m fine. I’m not a caveman. Come here, I’m cold, I wanna sleep.”He wasn’t cold. He couldn’t be cold. Their hotel rooms were f@ck@ng saunas.Minhyung grabbed the outstretched hand, slipped under the thick blanket, and wrapped Minseok in his arms without mentioning it. It didn’t matter. Minseok sighed, shoved his (not cold) nose against his neck, threw a leg over his hips, and nothing else mattered. I love you, Minhyung said. Not with words, it was too soon, too scary, but with everything else. The words hung, unspoken, in the kiss he pressed to the crown of Minseok’s head, in the patterns he traced on his lower back, over his shirt, in the lack of hesitation to abandon his other arm as Minseok’s pillow, knowing full well he would stop feeling it after ten minutes. He would sacrifice more than an arm for Minseok.“You’re my forever paperweight, Minhyung-ah,” Minseok whispered, on the cusp of sleep, voice drowsy and raspy. Something shattered in Minhyung’s chest. Another piece of him, falling away, kicked out of his body to make a little bit more room for Minseok.It was okay. It didn’t matter. He would give up his entire heart if it meant that Minseok got a comfortable place to rest in his chest.
  I love you.
He was pretty sure that Minseok would give up his own lungs to offer Minhyung’s one last breath. It was okay.
  I love you.
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  November 3rd. London. 1:21 AM.
They should be outside, celebrating, with everyone. It was the logical, decent thing to do. But they did, already. They got dinner, drank, cheered, hugged. They celebrated plenty. Nobody would care if the (official) best botlane in the world vanished two songs into their karaoke night. (People did care, but Minhyung and Minseok didn’t.)“We won, Minhyung-ah, we won,” Minseok whispered, hushed and hurried, against Minhyung’s lips. There was no restlessness to be found in Minhyung’s answering hum. The blood that thrummed under his skin was settled, peaceful. There was no rush to anything. Minseok was right; they won. It was done. Everything was okay now. They had all the time in the world.A smile danced on Minhyung’s lips as he let himself be pressed back into the door of his hotel room, the situation both familiar and foreign. Minseok was standing on the tip of his toes in an attempt to wrap the entirety of Minhyung’s body in the tightest embrace. He hugged like he did everything else: with passion and everything he had. It made sparks of joy light up in Minhyung’s chest.They won today. The trophy was secured, a beautiful statement of their strength and their resilience. But somehow, it didn’t feel like the biggest win. Not when a second after the final Nexus went down, Minseok threw his entire body at him with no restraint, melting against him with no care in the world. He could still feel it, hours later, all the tension leaving Minseok’s muscles as he blindly trusted Minhyung to hold him, to handle things.His arms flexed around present-Minseok’s waist, dragging him closer, and he drank in the gasp that his boyfriend let out. He won. He f@ck@ng won everything today.Their lips met again. It was slow and tender but quickly degraded into something hot and filthy, hungry. Minseok was shaking in Minhyung’s arms, and hadn’t he known him better, Minhyung would have been worried. But he knew Minseok, and he knew that it was simply the aftermath of all the pressure from today leaving his body, of the high of the victory coming crashing down.“Minhyung-ah,” he mewled into their kiss. It was wet, almost filthy. It was delightful. “Need you to shut my brain off. Take everything.”Minseok… F@ck. Minseok was usually a f@ck@ng chatterbox, always yapping about the silliest things, stumbling over his words because he had too much to say at once. Of course it had to be different in situations like this. Of course he had to turn into f@ck@ng Shakespeare, wielding words perfectly to drive Minhyung insane, when said sanity was already hanging by a thread.It felt a little ridiculous, and probably looked just as much from the outside, when Minhyung’s hands slid down Minseok’s back, brushed over his ass, and grabbed the back of his thighs, hauling him up. It was cliché and unnecessary, they could walk just fine. But Minseok moaned brokenly, immediately wrapping his own legs around Minhyung’s hips, prying his lips open with his tongue, and looking ridiculous was the least important thing that mattered.They should talk about it, probably. They’ve in theory been together for 6 days, officially for 4 because they were dumb and had to sit down and have a talk to make sure they were on the same page. They shouldn’t jump into s@x like that, maybe, probably. Most likely.Minseok tugged on Minhyung’s hair, strong enough to force a groan out of his throat. Patience was never for them, either way, so Minhyung turned his brain off and crushed Minseok into the mattress, settling between his legs and grinding down roughly. He would accept every and any regret coming his way if it meant he could pull more of the gorgeous sounds Minseok was currently making, writhing on the bed. His eyes were glassed over, his hair a mess, his lips swollen from the relentless kissing. He looked ethereal and like everything Minhyung always wanted.Victory had never tasted sweeter.“I love you,” Minseok babbled later on as they came undone together, with no one but the moon to hear. Minhyung’s heart soared and burst open. Open for Minseok to dive in and take everything he wanted around and in his heart. Everything was his, had always been.“I love you,” he parroted, because they didn’t need fancy confessions. They didn’t need anything. The smile those silly words earned him, radiant and beautiful, was confirmation enough.I love you.'
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