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Matagal nang naging tradisyon nina Mingyu at ng barkada niyang sina JK, Cheol, Joshua, at BamBam ang magtungo sa bilyaran tuwing pag katapos ng exam, kapag gusto nilang magtanggal ng stress, o kaya kapag mahaba ang vacant hours nila noong sila’y nasa kolehiyo pa. It is a tradition that just cannot be broken, for them, it is all about the bond and memories they want to keep forever.

Ngunit simula nang mag karoon na sila ng kanya-kanyang trabaho at mas naging abala sa kani-kaniyang buhay, bibihira na lang mangyari ang ganitong pag titipon. Swertehan nalang talaga kapag sabay-sabay silang may libreng oras.

Kaya ngayong Sabado, nang mapagtanto nilang lahat na hindi sila busy o walang mga gawain, agad silang nagkayayaan pumunta sa dati nilang tambayan.

Mingyu just got back from his weekly routine which is going to the gym, he is sweating all over his body at halatang-halata ang mga muscle na parang bato sa kapal—matikas at litaw na litaw mula sa kanyang balat na basang-basa ng pawis. Kaya bago umalis, napagpasyahan niyang maligo muna bago magtungo sa pupuntahan.

Pag katapos maligo ay naging abala naman siya sa pag pili ng isusuot—yung simple lang, presko sa pakiramdam, pero fit para maipakita pa rin ang hubog ng katawan. Isa pa, baka naroon na naman ang maganda at chinito na pinsan ni JK na simula noon ay hindi na maalis sa isip niya. Hindi niya man lantaran ipinapakita, pero may lihim siyang pagtingin dito na kahit siya mismo ay hindi inaasahan.

Naaalala pa din niya kung paano ito ngumiti sa kanya noon, yung tipong ngiting tatatak at paulit-ulit mong maiisip kahit anong oras, mga ngiti na minsan nang naging pamilyar sakanya.

Habang hindi pa rin maka pamili si Mingyu ng susuotin ay panay ang tingin nito sakanyang telepono, he keeps looking at his phone thinking that there might be some changes before he proceeds to go out.

It’s still 3 pm, 5 pm naman usapan mag kita, I still have a lot of time. Bulong nito sa sarili.

Makalipas ang ilang minuto, nakapili na siya ng isusuot—isang simpleng itim na t-shirt na hapit na hapit sa kanyang mga braso at dibdib, na lalong nag papatingkad sa hubog ng katawan, habang ang pang ibaba naman nito ay kulay-abong sweatpants na komportable pero maayos pa ring tingnan. He also brought his favorite black hoodie with him, baka kasi mamaya bigla na naman mag aya ang tropa niya na mag Tagaytay, he can still remember that time when his friends suddenly dragged him with them going to Tagaytay from his dorm, he was only wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Nasakto pa na sobrang lamig nung punta nila dun kaya habang nag lalakwatsa sila ay yakap yakap lang nito ang sarili, just enough to provide himself warmth from the cold and breezy weather of that place. Mingyu isn’t the type of person who gets cold easily, but with the way he was dressed that time, and the weather? That just doesn’t sit right. Kaya ayun, simula nun lagi na siyang may katabing jacket lalo na kapag nag kikita kita sila, baka mga toyoin na naman mag aya kung saan saan, atleast nga naman ay prepared na sya.

Pag katapos maka pili ng susuotin ay pumunta naman siya sa koleksyon ng mga pabango sa gilid ng cabinet niya at nag simulang pumili kung ano ang gagamitin. Gusto niya yung hindi masyadong matapang o nakakasuya ang amoy—yung sakto lang, malinis at kaaya-ayang halimuyak na maiiwan sa hangin kapag dumaan siya.

Eksaktong alas-kwatro y medya nang matapos siya sa lahat ng paghahanda. Mabuti na lamang at malapit lang ang kanyang condo sa pupuntahan nila ngayon.

It was already 5:08 in the afternoon when he arrived at the place. Sana wala pa sila, bulong niya sa sarili. Paano kasi—sa kanila, may unwritten rule na kung sino ang malate, siya ang may malaking ambag kapag mag babayad which still stands up to this day that they are already working and earning money, by the way. At tila minamalas siya, dahil ilang beses na ring siya ang nahuhuli lagi sa usapan ng oras ng kanilang mga pagkikita, kahit malapit lang naman ang lugar mula sa kanyang condo. Madalas kasi ay bigla na lang may sisingit na “emergency meeting” sa Zoom, na siyang nagiging dahilan ng pag ka-late niya.

Pag kapasok niya sa building, bumungad agad ang ilang grupo ng mga estudyante at mga mag babarkadang lalaki na nag lalaro rin ng bilyar—which reminds him of their younger selves. Yung iba, kasama pa ang kani-kanilang nobya na tinuturuan kung paano humawak ng taco o cue stick. While some were caught up in conversation, waiting for their turn to play.

Hindi na siya nag-aksaya ng oras at dumiretso sa private room na bi-nook nila. Mas gusto kasi nila na sila-sila lang para walang ingay mula sa ibang tao, pang bawas agaw atensyon at dagdag na rin ang ginhawa ng aircon—lalo na’t siksikan at mainit sa main game floor, kung saan karamihan ng mga tao ay nag lalaro at nag kukumpulan. Medyo may kamahalan nga lang ang bayad sa renta dito, pero para sa kanila ay ayos lang—kapalit naman nito ang preskong hangin at peace of mind na wala kang kasabay na maiingay o makukulit.

Kung dati, noong nasa kolehiyo pa sila, ay kuntento na silang mag laro sa open area na parang palengke sa dami ng tao minsan, but now that they can already earn money on their own, they can now rent a private room for themselves. Salamat sa mga taon ng pagiging alipin nila sa salapi.

“Pre—."

Hindi na natuloy ni Mingyu ang sasabihin dahil laking gulat niya nang pagbukas niya ng pinto sa pribadong kwarto, nadatnan niya roon ang pinsan ni JK—paikot-ikot sa paligid ng pool table, na para bang maingat na sinusuri at pinag-aaralan ang bawat sulok nito.

Si Wonwoo.

Ang nakababatang pinsan ni JK na naka suot ng crop top na sandong kulay light pink, sobrang hapit, so tight enough to reveal his beautiful waist. Tanginang baywang yan. Never in Mingyu’s whole life would he have thought that he would get jealous over a piece of a fucking clothing. How those perfectly hug his slim waist before him. Habang ang pang ibaba na suot niya ay isang puting paldang na akala mo ay kinulang sa tela sa sobrang ikli na sa kaunting yuko o pag-abot lamang ay may banta nang mag bunyag ng higit pa sa dapat makita. This is also the very first time he saw him dressed like that. Ang kadalasang mga suot kasi nito ay leggings, joggers, at oversized na mga tshirt o mga sweater.

Phew. Mukhang mapapadasal ako ng wala sa oras ah.

Nang bahagyang bumukas ang pinto at marinig ni Wonwoo ang boses ni Mingyu, agad siyang natigilan sa pag-ikot. At tila nananadya ang tadhana nang bigla itong tumuwad upang may abutin sa lapag—at doon, hindi napigilang mapako ang mga mata ni Mingyu sa suot na lace na panty nitong kulay lila.

Napalunok ng malalim si Mingyu habang dahan-dahang naglalakad papasok sa loob ng silid at saka maingat niyang inilapag ang dalang mga gamit.

Tangina. Ang tambok ng pwet. Ang kinis kinis pati.

Kahit na may kalayuan pa ang pagitan nila, malinaw na malinaw sa mga mata ni Mingyu kung gaano kakinis ang balat ng binata—kakinisang lalong nakakaakit at tila mas nakaka anyaya. Hindi niya magawang alisin ang kanyang tingin, para bang mas lalo lang siyang tinutukso ng bawat paggalaw nito.

Mingyu thinks he’s really being punished at this point—isang uri ng pag hihirap na hindi niya akalaing posibleng mag dala ng kasabay na tuwa at kaba. Ngunit kung ito nga ay maituturing na parusa para sa kanya, handa niya itong tanggapin nang buong puso, walang pag-aalinlangan, at kahit pa ulit-ulitin. Sa totoo lang, hindi na niya alam kung saan niya ibabaling ang tingin; bawat segundo kasing lumilipas, lalo lang niyang nararamdaman ang tensyon at init na parang sinasadya ng tadhana upang subukin ang kanyang pag pipigil.

Sobrang kinis at puti ng kanyang balat, parang nakaka takot dampian ng mga kamay. His legs were slim, long, and impossibly perfect as if God Himself had paused time just to sculpt them with deliberate care—every curve and contour is a masterpiece of divine attention. Higit pa roon, agaw-pansin ang kanyang mukha—may mala-anghel na dating, kalmado at maamo, na tila laging payapa. Sa unang tingin, may halong inosente at tahimik na alindog, ngunit kapag nasulyapan mo ang kanyang mga mata, may kung anong hila ito na mahirap ipaliwanag. Matalim at mapanuri, may hugis at lalim na kahawig ng mga mata ng isang pusa. And his lips? They looked so soft, the kind you could imagine without touching—full of warmth and gentle temptation. While his nose is elegantly pointed, pantay at perpekto ang hugis, na lalong nag papatingkad sa balanse at ganda ng kabuuan ng kanyang mukha. Kapag pinagsama-sama, tila isa siyang nilalang na sabay nag tataglay ng inosenteng anyo at mapanganib na pang-akit—isang kombinasyon na mahirap takasan.

Sobrang swerte nalang ng makakasama nito habang buhay.

Hindi na rin bago kay Mingyu ang presensya ng binata dahil paminsan-minsan ay sinasama ito ni JK sa tuwing nagbibilyar sila, sa kagustuhan nitong matuto ng laro. Wonwoo had spent most of his life in another country, and just got back to the Philippines after college, the air felt both familiar and strange, like a childhood song half-forgotten. Yet the question still lingered in his mind—should he go back or stay in the place where he was born?

JK first brought his cousin to this place, few days after they just got back in the country. Pumayag naman agad ito pati na rin ang mga magulang ni Wonwoo para naman daw hindi lagi nakakulong sa kwarto. Kalaunan ay unti-unti na rin niyang nagustuhan ang libangan ng pinsan at ng mga kaibigan nito, kaya ngayon, halos hindi na siya nag papalampas ng pagkakataon na sumama sa tuwing pumupunta ang grupo sa bilyaran, sabik na matuto at masanay sa laro.

“Hey, ikaw palang nandito?” tanong ni Mingyu upang basagin ang katahimikan bago pa siya tuluyang matangay ng sariling iniisip.

Bigla namang humarap ng mabilis si Wonwoo at saka sumagot. “Uh, yes po.”

“Si JK?”

“He said that I should go first and that he will sunod nalang daw. That’s what he said before I left.”

Mingyu can’t help but to smile and be fond everytime Wonwoo speaks—minsan purong Ingles, minsan naman ay Taglish na may kaunting pag kabaluktot. Gayunpaman, hindi sila nahihirapang makipag-usap kay Wonwoo dahil nakakaintindi pa rin ito ng Tagalog. Sa Pilipinas naman kasi siya ipinanganak at lumaki hanggang mag Grade 3, bago sila lumipat sa Canada upang doon ipagpatuloy ang kanyang pag-aaral hanggang sa makatapos siya ng kolehiyo.

“Ah ganun ba. Sige, chat ko uli saglit.” Sagot ni Mingyu bago kuhanin ang telepono upang mag chat sa gc nila.

gc ng mga igop

Mingyu

Mga ungas lagpas alas-singko na. Nasan na kayo?

JK

PRE WAG KA MAGAGALIT PLS

Mingyu

Ano nga? Nasan na kayo? Kanina pa kami dito oh

JK

Kami? Sino sino na ba nandyan?

Mingyu

Pinsan mo

JK

GAGO OO NGA PALA PAKSHET

Mingyu

Nasan na nga kayo

JK

Ano kasi pre, eh nag pasama kasi si Taehyung

bigla dito sa may mall eh hindi naman ako maka hindi

kasi ilang araw ko na naman susuyuin ‘to 😓

Mingyu

Yung iba? Cheol? Shua? Bam?

Cheolito

Pre…dinala namin ni Han si Kkuma sa vet, kanina

pa ayaw kumain eh. Bawi nalang ako next time.

Josh

I’m sorry Gyu, nag aya ng dinner fam ni Seok.

They just messaged us a few minutes ago.

Mingyu

Bam?

Bam

POTA NAG LLBM AKO BADTRIP

Mingyu

Mga palusot mo pang grade 2 ulol

Bam

TOTOO NGA

Nasa banyo ako oh

Bam sent a photo.

JK

BABOY AMPOTA

Josh

Buti nalang hindi pa kami na kakakain

Mingyu

Pano? Uuwi na kami?

JK

HINDI PRE

Ano

Kase gusto ni Wonwoo matuto mag bilyar, ikaw

na muna mag tuloy ng tinuturo ko tutal ikaw naman

pinaka magaling satin hehe

Mingyu

???

JK

DALI NA PRE, SAKIN MO NALANG KAMO

IPA CHARGE BILL NIYO OH

KISS KITA SA SUSUNOD SALAMAT

Mingyu

Ulol. Iyo na yang kiss mo.

Geh na.

“What did kuya JK say po?” malambing na tanong ng binata nang makitang ibinaba na ni Mingyu ang hawak na telepono.

“Sabi niya ako nalang daw muna mag turo sayo.” Sagot ni Mingyu, sabay harap ng telepono nito kay Wonwoo, tila ba pinapakita ang kanilang naging usapan.

“Ohh. Ok po, shall we start, then?” Maenganyong pag kakasabi naman ni Wonwoo na siyang ikinakuha niya ng pag tango mula sa nakatatanda bilang sagot nito dito.

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Kasalukuyang may hawak na cue stick si Wonwoo habang si Mingyu ay nasa tabi nito, tinuturo nito ang tamang postura. Naturuan naman na siya ng pinsan ng mga basic, pero sabi niya ay nakalimutan na din niya agad kasi matagal na din simula nung huli itong naka subok nito, ani niya ay kailangan niyang i-refresh ang mga tinuro ng pinsan. Wala namang kaso iyon kay Mingyu, if anything, he is more gladly to teach him everything, step by step.

“Okay, first, bend mo nang konti yung katawan mo—yuko ka lang—then widen your stance para may balance ka. Hawakan mo nang maayos yung cue stick, dominant hand mo nasa pinakadulo kasi doon manggagaling yung control sa bawat tira. Yung kabilang kamay mo naman, yun yung magiging bridge. Ilatag mo sa mesa, then spread your fingers, tapos iangat mo yung thumb mo para makabuo ka ng parang V-shape. Doon dadaan at ipapatong yung tip ng stick para mas smooth at accurate yung tira mo.”

Paisaisa at mabagal na turo ni Mingyu sa binata. Agad namang sumunod si Wonwoo sa itinuro ng nakakatanda. Buti nalang ay mabilis ito maka sunod.

“Like this po, Kuya?” tanong ni Wonwoo, halatang hindi pa siya sanay at hindi pa maayos ang pag kakahawak sa cue stick. Kitang-kita ang pag-aalinlangan sa bawat galaw niya at ramdam ang pag kaalangan sa kanyang postura. Napansin ito ni Mingyu kaya dahan-dahang lumapit siya upang itama ang hawak at ayusin ang posisyon ng binata.

“Yuko ka pa nang konti, ganito,” sabi ni Mingyu habang pumwesto sa likod niya at maingat na itinuturo ang tamang postura.

Agad na sumingaw sa ilong ni Mingyu ang matamis at amoy rosas na pabango mula sa harap niya, na parang lihim na paanyaya. On the other side, Wonwoo could feel Mingyu’s well-toned chest pressing against his back, the steady rise and fall syncing with his own breath. Warm air fanned against the sensitive skin just behind his ear, and each exhale sent a shiver down his spine.

Pag katapos maitama ang postura at ang pag kakahawak, dahan-dahan na ginabayan ni Mingyu si Wonwoo sa kanyang unang tira. Hawak ni Mingyu ang cue stick, ang kaliwang kamay niya ay nakapatong sa kaliwang kamay ni Wonwoo na nakalapat sa mesa, habang ang kanang kamay naman niya ay nakatuon sa dulo ng stick. Maingat niyang ipinakita kung paano sukatin ang tamang lakas ng pag tira gamit ang cue stick, pati na rin ang kontrol sa bawat galaw nito. Tahimik silang nag tuon ng pansin, habang binibigyan ni Mingyu ng malinaw na gabay si Wonwoo, sinisigurong maunawaan nito ang bawat kilos para maging maayos at epektibo ang tira.

“Tapos…tignan mo muna yung bola, yung cue ball. Hanapin mo yung tamang anggulo. Kapag ready ka na, isang smooth na tulak lang. Dapat kalkulado mo bawat tira at galaw,” paalala ni Mingyu habang nakatingin sa bola. Tumango si Wonwoo bilang sagot, nag papakita ng pag-unawa sa sinabi ng nakatatanda.

Nang matantya na nila ang tamang anggulo at maayos ang postura, sabay nilang itinira ang bola. Hindi sinasadyang naging malakas ang tira ni Mingyu, kaya naitulak ang kanyang katawan papunta sa likod ni Wonwoo dahil sa puwersa ng pag tira. Ang biglaang pag dikit ng kanilang mga katawan ay nag dulot ng maikling sandali ng pag kabigla na lalo pang nag paigting sa pagitan nila.

“Ah.” A soft moan escaped Wonwoo’s lips, a sound that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu because of their close distance.

Fuck.

Dahil sa sweatpants na suot ni Mingyu, ramdam na ramdam ni Wonwoo ang malaki na kargada nito nang dumampi ito sa kanyang likuran.

Para bang tumigil ang mundo sa paligid nila nang marinig ang mahinang ungol na iyon. Sandali silang nanahimik, walang gumalaw sa loob ng ilang segundo. Gusto man ni Mingyu na kalimutan ang narinig, pero tila lumalaban ang kanyang isip at katawan, na lalo pang nag papainit sa tensyon na unti-unting nabubuo sa pagitan nila.

Wonwoo.

Mabilis na gumuhit ang mapang asar na ngiti sa labi ni Wonwoo nang marinig ang kanyang pangalan—isang malinaw na senyales na nagtagumpay siya sa nais niyang iparating sa nakatatanda. Bagamat mahina ang pagbigkas, ramdam niya ang matinding pananabik na bumabalot sa tono ng boses ng kuya Mingyu niya.

Wonwoo slowly turned around to face Mingyu, but he couldn’t look straight on his eyes. Kunwaring inosente, kunwari ay hindi sinasadya. Sa kabilang dako, matindi at malalim ang titig ni Mingyu sa nakababata. His gaze was heavy, dark, and filled with desire—so different from the calm composure he had seen earlier when the older first stepped into the room. Ang kanilang mga mata ang naging salamin ng damdamin na matagal nang bumabalot sa kanilang pagitan.

Ilang sandali pa ay nag tagpo na ang kanilang mga mata, tila pinag-aaralan ang bawat detalye ng mukha ng isa’t isa. “K-kuya,” mahinang pagtawag ni Wonwoo dito saka kinagat ang pang ibabang labi.

Umabot ng halos isang minuto pa ang naging palitan nila ng tingin bago unti-unting nilapit ang kanilang mga mukha. At nang tuluyan nang magtagpo ang kanilang mga labi, nagsimula nang kumilos ito ng marahan, mistulang sinisimulan ang isang tahimik at banayad na pagsasayaw ng damdamin. Every movement was filled with both caution and desire, na para bang gustong ipahayag ang mga salitang hindi kayang sabihin ng kanilang mga labi.

Their attention was now fixed solely on each other; the cue sticks, along with their original plan to play billiards, had long been forgotten, as if the game had never mattered at all. Mahigpit na napakapit si Wonwoo sa gilid ng lamesa nang maramdaman ang unti unting paglalim ng kanilang halikan, habang ang kabilang kamay niya’y nakahawak sa batok ni Mingyu, pilit niyang hinihila palapit. Samantala, ang isang braso ni Mingyu ay nakapulupot sa makitid na baywang ni Wonwoo, wari’y ayaw siyang pakawalan, while his other hand was firmly cupping Wonwoo’s jaw, angling his head just enough to hold him in place and draw their kiss even deeper.

After months of longing and quiet wishing, Mingyu finally tastes the lips he’s dreamed of—soft, real, sweet, and everything he ever imagined.

What began as soft, unhurried kisses gradually deepened, growing hotter and more entangled—like a fire sparking to life, o di naman kaya ay parang dalawang hayop na matagal na pinagkaitan ng makakain—gutom na gutom at uhaw na uhaw, ngayo’y sabay na bumabawi, sabik na lamunin at malasahan ang isa’t isa.

“Mhhm.” Patuloy na pag ungol ni Wonwoo.

They kept swallowing every moan that escaped from their mouths, and with the small distance between them, Wonwoo could feel Mingyu’s hardened member pressing firmly against him. It was so close that he could also feel the man’s heartbeat—fast, erratic, and perfectly in sync with his own. Slowly, Mingyu’s lips wandered from Wonwoo’s mouth to his jaw, then down to the curve of his neck. Wonwoo tilted his head, giving him more access—like an unspoken invitation that Mingyu was more than willing to accept.

“You can mark me—I brought my hoodie anyway,” Wonwoo murmured, giving Mingyu his permission.

And that was all it took before Mingyu pressed a soft kiss to his skin, then slowly bit down—just enough to make him shiver—before soothing the spot with a languid lick. Even his prominent collarbones—the ones he couldn’t take his eyes off every time they were exposed—hadn’t escaped Mingyu’s marking, each bite and trail of teeth leaving its claim, a visible testament to Mingyu’s dominance and possession. Mingyu pulls back slightly to admire his work, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of the reddened mark, knowing it will soon deepen to a dark purple. He leans in again, placing another gentle kiss over it, earning a low groan from Wonwoo in response.

“Fuck. Sobrang ganda mo.” Hingal na sambit ni Mingyu sa kaharap niya bago muli patakan ng halik ang mga labi nitong namumula at namamaga na dahil sa matagal na nilang halikan.

Not long after, Mingyu felt something rubbing against his crotch. He broke their kiss to glance down, only to find Wonwoo’s other leg slightly lifted, deliberately brushing against his hardened member.

Wonwoo is fucking rubbing himself against Mingyu’s hard-on.

Mingyu has always been known for his remarkable patience, but right now, with Wonwoo deliberately testing him, it feels like every ounce of restraint he has is on the verge of breaking.

“Tangina. You’re really driving me crazy, alam mo ba ‘yon Wonwoo?”  tanong ni Mingyu habang patuloy pa rin si Wonwoo sakanyang ginagawa.

Hindi na napigilan ni Mingyu ang umungol sa ginagawa ni Wonwoo sakanya, tigas na tigas na siya kahit pa wala pa man silang nauumpisahan.

Actually, the moment Mingyu saw Wonwoo when he entered the room, it already made him hard. Lalo na nung tumuwad ito sa harap niya kanina. Ganung kalakas epekto ni Wonwoo sakanya.

Sa suot ni Mingyu ay bakat na bakat dito ang naka umbok nitong mahaba at matigas na matigas na tite, kaya ramdam na ramdam ito ni Wonwoo kanina nung dumampi ito sa bandang pwetan niya.

The moment he felt it made him want Mingyu to fuck him into oblivion, after all, siya at siya rin lang naman ang tanging rason kung bakit siya laging horny sa tuwing nakikita ito. Ramdam ni Wonwoo ang lahat ng mga malalagkit at pa tago na pag tingin sakanya ng nakatatanda. And to be honest, he felt the same.

“Ano Kuya Min? Ayun sasarguhin mo o ako?”

Tangina.

Tama ba naririnig ko?

Kung kaninang halos mabaliw na si Mingyu sa mga pinag gagagawa nila ay sigurado na siyang mas nababaliw na siya ngayon dahil sa narinig mula sa binata.

“Where did you even learn those words? Hmm?” naka ngising tanong ni Mingyu.

“Is that even important right now?” sagot ng binata sabay pag taas nito ng kaliwang kilay.

“Do you really want to do it here?” tanong muli ni Mingyu dito.

“Hmm. Besides soundproof naman ‘to diba? Also, the curtain’s down and the door’s locked, so there’s no way someone might see and hear us.”

Fuck. Bahala na talaga.

Wonwoo couldn’t wait any longer, so he grabbed Mingyu’s hands and guided them toward him. Dahan-dahan niyang pinadausdos ang palad ni Mingyu sa makinis niyang binti, pinaparamdam ang malambot na balat bago niya ito dinala at ipinasok sa ilalim ng suot na palda, habang ang tingin ni Mingyu ay hindi pa rin inaalis sa binatang nasa harap niya.

“Fuck, panty na panty lang talaga suot mo ‘no? Hindi ka na talaga nag abala mag suot ng safety shorts,” tanong ni Mingyu na halatang-halata ang pagkamangha sa boses at tingin niya.

“Why should I even bother wearing it, when you’re just going to take it off anyway?” sagot ng binata, mataray at puno ng pang-aakit, parang nanunukso pa lalo kay Mingyu.

“So sinadya mo pati yung pagtuwad mo kanina? Ganun ba?”

“If you’re curious enough, why don’t you just try and find out if I did it on purpose?”

Tangina, mas tinigasan lalo si Mingyu sa nalaman at sa mga sinagot nito. Parang sinusubok talaga lahat ng mayroon si Mingyu ngayon. Gustong gusto na niyang pakawalan ang tite niyang sakal na sakal na sa loob ng kanyang salawal at kantutin ng walang awa si Wonwoo hanggang sa ito na mismo ang mag makaawa na tumigil.  

Wala nang nagawa si Mingyu kundi ang mapakagat nalang sa pang ibabang labi nito. He then placed his palm over Wonwoo’s clothed pussy, maiging pinapakiramdaman ang kabasaan ng binata habang si Wonwoo ay unti unti ginagalaw ang katawan sa bawat pag hagod ni Mingyu sa ari niya.

At dahil sa suot nitong lace na panty ay mas damang dama ni Mingyu ang likido pati na rin ang mainit at madulas na hiwa nito. “Tangina. Nag lalawa ka na agad, yung panty mo basang basa na oh.” Bulong ni Mingyu dito habang patuloy pa rin niya hinahagod ang puke ni Wonwoo gamit ang kaniyang palad. Tanging ungol lamang ang binigay nito bilang sagot at pagikot ng mga mata sa kada haplos na binibigay sakaniya ni Mingyu.

“Ahh. Fuck. So good, kuya Min!”

Mingyu just keeps on palming his clothed pussy until he slowly pushes it aside and asks Wonwoo to hold it for him. He then inserts his two long and thick fingers inside his wet cunt at saka dahan dahan niyang pinadausdos ang mga ito mula sa tinggil papunta sa bukana ng puke ni Wonwoo.

“AH! Yes! Hmm.” Malakas na ungol ni Wonwoo nang sinimulan na ni Mingyu na paikot ikutin ang mga daliri nito na may mabagal na ritmo at pilit na ikinakalat ang katas nito sa bawat sulok ng puke ni Wonwoo.

Sobrang dulas. Sobrang nakaka libog na ganito nang kabasa si Wonwoo para sakanya.

Halo-halo ang nararamdaman ni Wonwoo—sarap, kiliti, at matinding libog. Hindi niya alam kung alin sa mga sensasyong bumabalot sa kanya ang dapat bigyang-pansin. Parang sinisilaban ang balat niya sa bawat dampi ng mga daliri nito sa kanyang puke—mainit pero nakakalunod, banayad pero nakakabaliw.

Kada galaw ng mga daliri nito ay mas napapahigpit ang kapit niya sa matigas nitong balikat, pilit hinahanap ang katinuan sa gitna ng gumuguhong kontrol. Patuloy pa rin ang mga ungol na kusang lumabas sa kanyang bibig sa loob ng silid na kanina ay binabalot lamang ng katahimikan at ngayon ay puno ng ungol nilang dalawa pati na rin ang malalaswa na tunog na pinapakawalan ng puke ni Wonwoo.

Mainit, madami, at malagkit. Ilan sa mga salitang ilalarawan ni Mingyu habang patuloy pa rin siya sa pag kalikot sa puke nito na para bang isang bihasang gitarista sa bawat pag galaw ng kanyang mga daliri ay may dalang kiliti na dumadaloy sa buong katawan ni Wonwoo.

Panigurado ako masarap din ‘to kainin. Isisp isip niya.

Gamit ang katas na patuloy pa rin kinakalat ni Mingyu sa puke ni Wonwoo ay maya maya pa ay dahan dahan na niyang pinasok ang daliri sa loob ng masikip at mainit na bukana ng binata which earned him a loud gasp from the latter due to the sensation.

“May naka subok na bang tumira dito? Hmm?” tanong niya kay Wonwoo.

“N-none yet.”

“Not even your fingers?”

“Hmm.”

Muling napa ngisi si Mingyu nang malaman na siya ang unang makakapasok at makakaranas ng init na dala ng puke ni Wonwoo. Tanging hiling lang din ni Mingyu, na sana ay siya lamang ang una at huling makakaranas nito.

“Dadahan dahanin ka ni kuya, Wonwoo. Hanggang sa masanay ka.” The older assured him.

Nang maipasok na ang isang daliri ay dahan dahan niya muna itong pinaikot ikot sa loob saka inilabas pasok sa butas ng binata hanggang sa ito ay masanay at maging komportable.

“Hngh. Oh! So, g-good. Ah!” ungol ni Wonwoo.

“Ang sikip sikip mo tangina. Sarap mo siguro araw arawin.” Mingyu murmured in a low, possessive growl, all while deliberately sliding his finger in and out of Wonwoo.

“You think you could take another one?”

"Hmm. Yes, kuya. Pleasepleasepleaseplease," ulit-ulit na pag susumamo ni Wonwoo, na para bang isang dasal na desperadong gustong dinggin.

With that, Mingyu inserted another finger. Dahan dahan pa din nilalabas pasok kahit na gustong gusto na niya itong tirahin agad ay priyoridad pa rin nito ang kaginhawaan ng binata.

“Ah! Ah! Th-there!”

Nang maramdaman niyang komportable na ang binata ay binilisan na niya ang galaw ng mga daliri sa loob nito sabay paglalaro muli sa tinggil ng puke ni Wonwoo gamit ang hinlalaki. Everything was already enough to drive Wonwoo crazier, at halata sa mga titig pag ikot ng mga mata, at paghinga niya kung gaano siya nasasakal sa sarap. The pleasure was so intense and overwhelming, but still, he wanted more, bawat galaw ni Mingyu ay parang nag-uudyok sa kanya na humingi pa ng mas higit pa.

“Sobrang init sa loob mo tangina. Ano kaya pakiramdam kung tite ko naman nandyan?”

“It w-would be so n-nice. I-I can feel s-something. Ugh. K-kuya!”

 “Ilabas mo lang Wonwoo, nandito lang si kuya.”

“Ah! Ah! K-keep going. Hnghh”

Kasalukuyang sinasabayan ng katawan ni Wonwoo ang mga daliri na naglalabas-pasok sa puke niya, pilit hinahabol ang rurok ng sarap, ang bawat ungol at ikot ng katawan niya ay nagpapakita kung gaano siya nahuhumaling sa sensasyon na natatanggap mula sa nakatatanda. Mingyu didn’t stop, keeping the same steady, teasing pace while scissoring him wide open. Every movement left Wonwoo trembling, and gasping, completely at Mingyu’s mercy.

Maya-maya pa ay ikinurba ni Mingyu ang mga daliri sa loob ng puke niya, causing him to arch his back beautifully and let out a high-pitched moan. Tears glimmered in his eyes, escaping from the overwhelming pleasure and the flood of new sensations coursing through him, as he desperately chased the approaching climax.

With a few final thrusts of Mingyu’s fingers on him, Wonwoo finally reached his climax, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Beads of sweat glistened on his flushed skin as a warm, clear liquid slid down his thighs, his body shuddering from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. Mingyu slowly withdrew his fingers from Wonwoo’s abused entrance, at sumalubong dito ang mainit at maraming katas na patuloy pa rin nilalabas ng binata.

“Fuck me already, kuya,” Wonwoo demanded from the older.

“Atat na ata. Titeng tite ka na ba? Ha, Wonwoo?” Sagot ni Mingyu dito.

Mingyu tightened his grip on Wonwoo’s waist, waiting for his answer. “Sagot.”

“Fuck! Yes! Yes, kuya! So please.” Hingal na sagot ni Wonwoo.

“Talikod, tapos dumapa ka,” Mingyu commanded, his voice dropping even lower, each word full of confidence and dominance—sobrang lalim nito na halos hindi mo na kayang huwag sumunod. Wonwoo felt his body respond instinctively, drawn to obey, a thrill of excitement running through him.

Nang maka dapa na si Wonwoo ay iniangat ni Mingyu ang suot na palda nito hanggang sa ibabaw ng pusod niya, sapat lang para makita ng maayos ang pwetan at puke nito sa likod. Sunod naman niyang ibinaba ang basang basa na panty nito hanggang sa makarating ito sa tuhod. Pag katapos ay isinunod namang binaba ni Mingyu ang suot na sweatpants kasabay ang boxers at brief nito.

Kung ano ang posisyon nila habang tinuturuan niya ito kanina ay ganoon din ang posisyon nila ngayon.

Ang tanging kaibahan lamang ay wala na ang mga suot nila na salawal.

Nang tuluyan nang maibaba ang mga suot nito ay tumambad naman sakanya ang tayong tayo na kargada niya na may bakas na ng pre-cum.

“I wanna see you, kuya,” Wonwoo murmured, as he tilted his head just enough to glance over his shoulder at Mingyu.

“Mamaya, baby.”

Mingyu placed his hands on Wonwoo’s slim waist before he slowly pressed the tip of his thick cock against Wonwoo’s entrance, easing it in just enough to tease. Wonwoo’s so wet that they don’t need lubricant anymore. He kept his movements shallow, fucking him with nothing more than the tip.

“Sa sobrang basa mo hindi na kaylangan ng pampadulas. So good for kuya, hmm?”

Ramdam na ramdam ni Wonwoo na kahit ulo pa lang ng tite ng kuya Mingyu ay parang hindi ito magkakasya sa masikip niyang butas. Bigla tuloy siyang napatanong sa sarili kung sapat na ba ang pagprepara ng kuya Mingyu niya sa kanya.

And he wasn’t wrong for questioning himself. The stretch still burned painfully, even after all the preparation—but he found himself helplessly asking the older to go deeper, wanting every inch of him.

“Ugh! Hmm. More kuya!”

And without any warning, pinasok ni Mingyu ang buong kargada sa loob ni Wonwoo at ilang segundo muna ito nanatili sa ganoong posisyon. The stretch burned deliciously against his walls, parang pinapaso sa init. Ilang sandali pa, sinimulan na ni Mingyu ang dahan-dahan na paggalaw, bawat ulos mabagal ngunit madiin, pinapalasap kay Wonwoo ang bawat pulgada.

“Ah! Ah! G-God! You’re s-so big!”

“Please, f-faster. Ahh,” pagmamakaawa ni Wonwoo.

“Ano nalang sasabihin ng pinsan mo pag nalaman niya na ako unang tumira sa pinsan niya? Na ganiyan ka mag makaawa sa tite ko.” Sambit ni Mingyu.

“Tangina sisiguraduhin kong tite ko lang hahanap hanapin mo Wonwoo. Tite ko lang.” He added, panting, his breath hot and ragged against the younger’s skin, every word heavy with possession.

Sobrang laswa ng tunog sa loob ng kwarto. Puro ungol, at salpukan lamang ng kanilang mga balat ang maririnig dito. Dagdag pa ang amoy ng bakas ng mga pinag gagagawa nila. Sana madala sa pag spray ng pabango. Bulong ni Mingyu sa sarili.

Hindi nagtagal ay hinugot niya ang kargadang nakabaon sa puke ng binata upang harap harapan na niya itong tirahin. Ramdam na rin niya na nangangalay na si Wonwoo kahit hindi niya ito sabihin, dagdag na din na gustong-gusto niya makita kung paano nagpapakasasa ang binata sakanya.

“Fuck. Baby akyat ka dito sa lamesa.” Utos nito sa binata.

Ngunit bago pa tuluyang maka akyat si Wonwoo sa lamesa para umupo ay mabilis na kinuha ni Mingyu ang bitbit nitong itim na hoodie para ilatag sa uupuan ni Wonwoo. Ayun daw ay para hindi siya madumihan at hindi din matuluan ng katas nila ang lamesa.

Fuck. He’s about to completely ruin me, yet he’s still so impossibly gentle…so thoughtful.

Halos maglaway na si Wonwoo nang makuha na ang gusto niyang makita ang kuya Mingyu niya at saka bumaba ang paningin sa tayong tayo na tite nito. Hindi pa rin siya makapaniwala na nagkasiya iyon sakanya—ang malaki, maugat, mahaba, at mataba na tite nito kaya halos makita na niya ang kalangitan habang binabayo siya kanina.

“Like what you’re seeing?” Mingyu asked, his voice low and teasing as he caught Wonwoo’s eyes fixed on him, barely blinking habang inaalis nito ang panty ng binata na nakababa pa rin sa may bandang tuhod nito, isinabay na din niyang tanggalin ang naka babang sweatpants, boxers, at brief niya, at saka inilagay malapit sa mga gamit nila sa sofa. Habang ang mga mata ni Wonwoo ay naka tingin pa rin sakanya, tila ba manghang mangha na kinaya niya ito.

“Hawakan mo mga binti mo baby tapos bukaka ka.”

Tangina. Dahil sa posisyon ni Wonwoo ngayon at ang ilaw na nakatapat sakanila ay mas kitang kita dito ang itsura ng puke nito. Matambok, makinis, at walang buhok ang puke nito, halatang alagang alaga. Bakas rin ang pamumula at tamod mula sa puke ni Wonwoo dahil sa pagtatalik nila kanina.

The position was obscene, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable under Mingyu’s gaze. Yet the overwhelming excitement pulsing through him made every bit of that vulnerability feel intoxicating—like he was meant to be seen this way, only by him.

Parang isang handa si Wonwoo ngayon, nakapresenta sa lamesa ngunit para lamang kay Mingyu—only for him to devour, to ruin, and claim as his own. His gaze remained fixed on Wonwoo’s red, wet, twitching, and already abused hole, lingering for a few more seconds like a predator eyeing up its prey.

“So wet and red for me, huh?” Mingyu growled, his eyes still locked on Wonwoo’s dripping pussy.

“Look at you, clenching around nothing. Desperadang desperada na mapasukan uli ni kuya, ha? Kahit kakakantot ko lang sa’yo?”

His grip tightened as he leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower, thick with authority.

“Sagot, baby.”

“Y-yes kuya,” utal utal na sagot ni Wonwoo dito

Kasalukuyang hawak ni Mingyu ang mga binti ni Wonwoo upang ipapalupot ito sa baywang niya bago muli ipasok ang kaniyang kargada.

Ngunit bago pa man tuluyang maipasok muli ni Mingyu ang tigas na tigas pa rin nitong kargada, hiniling ng nakababata na tanggalin nito ang natitirang suot na t-shirt.

“Take off your shirt too, please…I wanna feel you,” Wonwoo said.

Mingyu immediately obeyed, tossing his shirt onto the couch next to their clothes, his eyes still locked on Wonwoo as he readied himself to continue.

A huge gulp escaped Wonwoo as his gaze fell on Mingyu’s Greek god–like body. The light above them made the older’s golden skin glow even more, and for a moment, Wonwoo couldn’t form a single word, utterly stunned by the sight.

He is so beautiful, he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible, filled with awe and burning desire.

Laking pasasalamat ni Mingyu sa height niya—at sa totoo lang, laking pasasalamat din nito sa mga magulang niyang palaging nagpupumilit sa kanya nung bata pa siya na matulog tuwing tanghali para daw tumangkad siya paglaki. Sakto lang kasi siya sa lamesa, at parang swerte na rin—hindi na niya kailangan pang tumingkayad pa para tirahin si Wonwoo.

Kinikiskis muna ni Mingyu ang galit na galit niyang burat sa hiwa ni Wonwoo habang madiin ang pagkakahawak niya sa baywang nito bilang suporta. Ramdam niya ang matinding init at kabasaan habang sinasagad ang bawat pagkiskis, bago muling ipasok sa kumikislot at sabik na butas ng puke ni Wonwoo.

He then slowly positioned the tip of his cock at Wonwoo’s entrance before slamming it deep inside, making the younger man squeeze his eyes shut and let out a loud, desperate moan from the overwhelming stretch—painful yet undeniably pleasurable.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Wonwoo screamed, his nails digging deep into Mingyu’s shoulders. Sa halip na masaktan, ang nakatatanda ay mas lalo pa itong nagbigay-libog sakanya, ang kirot ay lalong nagpasidhi ng sarap at pagnanasa niya.

Mingyu’s dark gaze never left the younger, devouring every flicker of expression that crossed Wonwoo’s flushed face — the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips parted to let out soft, broken moans. Then, without breaking eye contact, he began to move his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring the way Wonwoo’s body welcomed him back in.

Kitang-kita sa posisyon nila ngayon kung paano lamunin at mahigpit na yakapin ng basa at makitid na puke ni Wonwoo ang matigas na tite ni Mingyu. Each slow thrust dragged against his walls, making Wonwoo whimper and arch his back, his inner muscles clenching as if refusing to let Mingyu go. The tight heat around him was almost unbearable — every squeeze, every shiver from the younger's body sent shocks of pleasure up Mingyu’s spine. The sight and sensation combined were already more than enough to make him lose control; it took everything in him not to spill in that very moment, his jaw tightening as he tried to hold back while watching Wonwoo writhe in front of him.

“Kuya Min, faster na please,” pagmamakaawa ng binata.

“Sarap? Ha? Kantot na kantot ka? Kay kuya ka lang magpapaganto diba? Sakin lang dapat.”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m all yours, all yours to ruin,” hingal na sinagot ni Wonwoo dito.

The small room was filled with nothing but the lewd chorus of their moans, mingling with the sharp sound of their skin slapping as they chase their own releases.

“So deep—ah! Th-there! God, it’s so good!” Wonwoo cried out, his voice breaking as Mingyu relentlessly slammed into that sweet spot inside him.

“Fuck—Kuya, I-I’m gonna—ahhh! Don’t stop!” Wonwoo cried out, his whole body trembling as his inner walls clenching desperately around Mingyu.

“Go ahead. Malapit na din ako…ahh. Tangina ang sikip sikip mo,” Mingyu hissed, his voice rough, each thrust sharper than the last. Bayo kung bayo ang ginagawa ni Mingyu sa binata, bawat galaw ay mariin at walang sinasayang na sandali.

Wonwoo’s back arched off Mingyu’s strong arms that were wrapped tightly around him, his body trembling under the relentless pace. A strangled cry escaped his throat as his walls clamped down, milking the cock buried deep inside him. The intensity was too much—his release tore through him, spilling out in hot spurts as his body shook uncontrollably in Mingyu’s hold.

After reaching his second climax for tonight, Wonwoo felt his whole body become jelly due to the overwhelming mix of overstimulation and exhaustion—pero kahit nanginginig na siya at halos maubusan na ng lakas, mas nangingibabaw pa rin ang sarap na binibigay sa kanya ng bawat galaw ng nakatatanda.

Walang tigil na umaagos ang kanyang mainit na katas mula sakanyang makitid na butas, dumadaloy pababa sa jacket na nasa ilalim niyang inilatag ni Mingyu kanina, ngayon ay basang-basa na sa pinaghalong pawis at tamod nila.

Nanlilisik ang mga mata ni Mingyu habang pinagmamasdan ang malaswang eksena, bawat patak ng katas na tumutulo ay parang mas lalong nag-aapoy sa kanyang pagnanasa. Hinawakan niya ang baywang ni Wonwoo nang mas mahigpit, saka ipinagpatuloy ang pagbarurot sa nakababata.

“I wish you could see how your tight pussy’s swallowing me…kung paano tumutulo tamod mo na ako lang ang kayang magpalabas. Tangina, ang sarap mong kantutin nang walang tigil, Wonwoo.” Mingyu growled, his voice thick with possessiveness

“Hmm. Spill it inside, kuya… please,” Wonwoo begged breathlessly, his nails digging into Mingyu’s back.

“You’re gonna walk out there with my cum dripping down your legs, para malaman nila kung kanino ka lang. You want that? Hmm?” Mingyu growled into his ear, still pounding relentlessly into him.

“Yes! Hngg—ahh!” Wonwoo screamed as Mingyu’s pace grew faster, harder, each thrust rocking him closer to the edge.

A deep growl rumbled from Mingyu’s throat as his hips snapped forward in a final series of rough thrusts, burying himself deeper before spilling his seed inside Wonwoo. His body shook with the force of release, sweat tracing down his temple as he held the younger tight, grinding through the aftershocks to make sure Wonwoo took every drop. Breathless, he slumped slightly, resting his head in the crook of Wonwoo’s neck, still buried in the younger’s tender, abused entrance, unwilling to pull out just yet. Wonwoo’s arms instinctively wrapped around his broad, sweat-damp back, clutching him close as though he never wanted to let go. For long moments, they remained tangled together, savoring the heat and closeness, neither willing to break the fragile intimacy hanging between them.

Nang sa wakas ay maramdaman ni Mingyu ang unti-unting pagbalik ng kanyang hininga, dahan-dahan niyang hinugot ang sarili mula kay Wonwoo, dahilan upang mapasinghap ang binata. Isang ungol ang kumawala kay Wonwoo bago siya pinatakan ng banayad na halik ni Mingyu sa noo.

“That was so good,” Mingyu murmured, his voice hoarse as he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Mmm. I would say the same. You were so, so good for me… and for my pussy,” Wonwoo teasingly whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips before pulling the older back in for another heated kiss.

Their mouths collided once more, tongues tangling hungrily as they lost themselves again in the moment. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, a thin string of saliva clung between their swollen lips, a raw reminder of their lust.

Pagkatapos ay lumapit si Mingyu sa sofa kung nasaan ang panty ni Wonwoo upang iabot ito sa kanya. Kumuha na rin siya ng wipes mula sa maliit niyang bag para linisin ito, ngunit bago pa niya iabot ang salawal nito, inilapit niya muna sa kanyang mukha ang kulay lila nitong lace na panty upang amuyin ang mga katas na kanina ay naipon doon. Napapikit siya habang inaamoy ang matamis na halimuyak ng katas ni Wonwoo. Tangina, gustong gusto niya talaga matikman ang binata, kung hawak lang talaga nila ang kanilang mga oras ay hindi siya magdadalawang isip na gawin iyon agad.

“Bango baby.” Bulong nito nang iabot ito kay Wonwoo bago linisin uli.

“I badly want to taste you right now. But we are already running out of time. Will you let kuya taste your tight pussy some other time?” ani Mingyu habang patuloy na nililinis ang binata sa harap niya.

Shet. There’s next time. Ang sagot ay…yes po, your honour!

Wonwoo blushed at the thought that there would be a next time. With a teasing grin, he whispered, “Hmm… I could even sit on your face if you want me to.”

With that, he added another playful twist, echoing the very question Mingyu had asked him earlier. “So… nakuha mo po ba yung sagot sa tanong niyo?”

─── ⋆⋅🎱⋅⋆ ───

JK

Tangina pre, ba’t ang laki ng bill niyo jan?

2 oras lang kayo dapat jan bat umabot ng apat?

Mingyu

Ahh

Mtgl k ksi tnuruan pnsan m

JK

AHH hahaha gege ‘lamat nga pala uli pre!

Bat ka ganiyan mag type?

Mg ddrive n kwsi aki. Sge na.

JK

Oksoks, ingat!

👍

Sinungaling. Hindi siya nag aayos para makapag drive na siya at umuwi, kundi, ay nasa loob ng kotse niya habang nasa harap niya ang pinsan ng kausap subo subo ang kaniyang tite, tinutuloy kung ano ang napagiwanan.

You see, Mingyu barely lies. Kung magsisinungaling man siya, pang-sagip lang talaga—tipong last resort. Tulad ngayon. Hindi naman niya pwedeng sabihin na ‘Kasi sabu-sabunot ko pinsan mo habang nasa bunganga niya tite ko,’ gano’n ba? Syempre hindi. Kaya kahit wala na siyang matinong maisip sa gitna ng pagkataranta, ay buti nalang talaga naka gawa pa siya ng pwedeng i-dahilan.

His eyes darted between his phone and Wonwoo, one hand gripping Wonwoo’s dark locks to guide him to his cock, while the other tapped out replies to his friend—hence the messy typing. Wonwoo whimpered, caught between the firm and the audacity of Mingyu casually texting while he is fucking his mouth.

“Ous on ee, uya” (focus on me, kuya),” Wonwoo said, still able to speak, his small, tight mouth wrapped around the older’s cock. He tapped Mingyu’s thigh insistently, demanding full attention. Mingyu reluctantly put down his phone after sending the last message, his body shivering as the subtle vibrations from Wonwoo’s words pulsed through him, making it impossible to think of anything else.

“Sorry, baby, sinagot ko lang message ng pinsan mo,” Mingyu replied, low moans still slipping past his lips every time Wonwoo’s mouth moved along his cock. He couldn’t help but feel amazed at how determined and bold the younger had been since earlier. Dagdag pa rito, nasa parking lot sila—ibig sabihin, mas maraming tao ang pwedeng makahuli sa kung ano man ang ginagawa nila. Just the thought of it made him even more aroused—ang ideya na may pwedeng makahuli sa kanila at makita ang mukha niyang nagugulantang sa sarap sa ginagawa ni Wonwoo sa ilalim niya, na siya lang ang may kakayahan na maranasan iyon, the risk only fueled his desire, making it impossible to hold back his moans or the flush spreading across his skin.

Ang plano ay ihahatid na ni Mingyu si Wonwoo pauwi sa kanila dahil pasado alas-nuebe na rin ng gabi. Pero imbes na nasa bahay na sana si Wonwoo, kasalukuyan itong nakaluhod sa harap ng driver’s seat—nasa ilalim ni Mingyu, busily giving him the best blowjob he could ever ask for despite the younger’s lack of experience.

Wala nang nagawa ang nakatatanda nang bigla itong umakyat sa kandungan niya at lumuhod, agad na hinawakan ang garter ng suot niyang sweatpants—para bang nagmamakaawa na pagbigyan siyang maramdaman at matikman ang malaking ari nito sa bunganga niya sa unang pagkakataon. Sinabi pa mismo ni Wonwoo na gusto niya itong gawin, kaya’t tinuruan muna siya ni Mingyu kung paano ang tamang galaw at ritmo.

Buti na lang at mabilis matuto ang binata; at kahit unang beses niya pa lang ito ginagawa, hindi mapagkakaila ni Mingyu na may angking galing ito. May ilang beses na sumasayad ang ngipin ni Wonwoo, ngunit imbes na masaktan, mas lalo pang nagiging masarap ang kakaibang sensasyon—raw, clumsy, pero sobrang nakakalibog.

“Sikip na nga ng puke mo, ang sikip pati ng bunganga mo,” Mingyu let out a low, possessive growl as Wonwoo deepened his movements, the vibrations shooting straight through his body. His grip on the younger’s hair tightened instinctively, head falling back against the headrest as a rough moan tore from his lips, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ah… ah… lapit na ako, baby. Bitaw na,” pagbilin ni Mingyu, hingal ang boses habang patuloy na binabayo ang lalamunan ni Wonwoo nang dahan-dahan para hindi ito masaktan o mabilaukan, tinutulungan ang sarili na maabot ang rurok.

But Wonwoo, being the brat that he truly is, only tightened his grip on the older’s thighs and stubbornly refused to let go. Instead, he quickened his pace even more—hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harder, while teasing Mingyu’s balls—making sure the older had no choice but to completely fall apart inside his mouth.

“Tangina talaga.” Mingyu could do nothing but growl, his voice low and rough, driven wild by Wonwoo’s stubbornness.

After a few moments, Mingyu finally reached his climax again that night, spilling into Wonwoo’s tight and hot mouth. The younger swallowed everything without hesitation, then licked his lips slowly before sticking his tongue out—showing the older, with pride and mischief in his eyes, that he had done a good job.

Mingyu’s eyes were searing with pride, joy, and the lingering haze of intense pleasure. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Wonwoo’s lips, tasting himself faintly on the younger’s mouth before reaching for the wet wipes beside his seat to gently clean him up.

“So…how was it?” tanong ng binata nang matapos na itong linisan ng nakatatanda.

“Hmm. Very good. So good, my stubborn baby. Thank you,” the older murmured, ruffling Wonwoo’s hair with affection before telling him to return to his seat and help him put his seatbelt on.

“Let’s get you home na, hmm?” pagaya ni Mingyu sa binata, ang boses niya ay mababa at malambing habang dahan-dahang hinahaplos ang pisngi ng binata, pinaparamdam ang init at lambot ng kanyang kamay sa bawat galaw.

The drive to Wonwoo’s home was filled with laughter, shared stories, and quiet moments of comfort they had both missed. Under the dark skies, crawling through heavy traffic and waiting at endless red lights, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Wonwoo shared how his family had moved to Canada temporarily to care for his sick maternal grandmother, the challenges they experienced while there, and why they returned—after her death, they decided to continue the family business they had left behind.

“You know, I actually wanted to stay here,” Wonwoo added, voice soft, almost hesitant. “Because I couldn’t leave my friend, Kuya JK, and our other families behind. But… I had to go. It would’ve been too much on Kuya JK’s mom’s plate if I stayed—mom said magiging dagdag alagain lang daw ako. And besides, the rest of our family was super busy too… so I really had no choice but to come with them.”

Mingyu reached out, giving Wonwoo’s hand a gentle squeeze, offering comfort before launching into his own stories. He talked about his work—the projects he loved, the ones he couldn’t stand, and how he sometimes wanted to resign but couldn’t just yet, not with the important projects he still had to finish.

Mingyu had also shared with Wonwoo how his cousin and other friends had been acting differently since earlier. “Alam mo, nagdududa ako sa mga kaibigan ko. Never pa ‘tong nangyari na biglang may nagbago ng schedule nang sabay-sabay. I mean, gets naman kung biglaan, pero yung lahat sila? Lalo na yang pinsan mo,” reklamo ni Mingyuna parang isang batang nag susumbong sa kaniyang magulang.

“Ah, that,” sagot ni Wonwoo habang abalang pinaglalaruan ang laylayan ng suot na damit. “I was actually the one who convinced kuya JK not to come here and let it be just the two of us, so I could spend some time alone with you. I was too shy to ask you personally, so…” pagtuloy ni Wonwoo.

“You…you are full of surprises talaga, ‘no?” Mingyu replied, amusement lacing his tone.

“But why? Saka paano mo napapayag pinsan mo pati mga tropa namin?” dugtong nito.

“Well… I block-mailed him by saying that he once dated before kuya Taehyung, you know, his bf? He gets easily matampuhin, so ayun, he agreed. Siya na rin daw bahala sa iba niyong friends. As to why I wanted to spend our time alone with you… I just wanted to. I really find you so attractive, plus I heard you’re single naman, and I guess I just wanted to get to know you more. So, I told him I just want to talk to you.”

Mingyu’s lips parted slightly, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering in his eyes. He tried to mask the heat rising in his chest, but the quiet thrum of excitement he felt made it impossible to look away.

Since Wonwoo had already opened that topic, Mingyu admitted that he also found the younger incredibly attractive. He had always struggled to find the right timing to talk to him properly—ayaw naman niyang agad pagdududahan ng kaibigan na pinsan nito. Syempre, may respeto pa rin siya, so talagang naghahanap lang siya ng magandang pagkakataon kung paano niya ito kakausapin.

Yet now, seeing how Wonwoo had orchestrated everything so flawlessly, Mingyu felt a mix of disbelief and admiration. This brat… he actually planned all of this just to spend time with me? A small smile tugged at his lips, and a warmth spread through his chest. The boldness, the confidence, and the subtle vulnerability Wonwoo had shown made Mingyu’s heart race in ways he hadn’t expected. For the first time, he realized just how much he had wanted this connection too—and how exciting it was to finally have it, even if it came in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Even amidst the casual talk, there was an unspoken tension between them, a lingering warmth from the night’s earlier closeness. Mingyu would occasionally glance at Wonwoo, noticing the soft curve of his smile, the way his eyes lit up, and how his nose scrunched when he laughed. Wonwoo felt a flutter in his chest every time Mingyu’s hand brushed against his while reaching for the gear shift, or when their thighs accidentally pressed together in the cramped space of the car.

Eventually, the car eased into a familiar subdivision, the place where Wonwoo had asked to be dropped off. It felt all too familiar to Mingyu, stirring memories of his own past.

“Oh, dito kayo nakatira?” Mingyu asked, curiosity and a trace of fondness in his voice.

Wonwoo hummed softly, explaining that he had lived there when he was a child and that his family had to sell the house when they temporarily moved to Canada. He added that they had bought another house in the same subdivision because it held a special place in his heart and was close to his cousin’s place. Mingyu listened closely, noticing the way Wonwoo’s eyes softened when he spoke about home, and the subtle nostalgia in his voice that made the older feel a warmth he couldn’t quite describe.

Mingyu shared his own story, recalling how his family had also lived in the area and how they had to move during his college years, leaving him to live in a condo until he started working. His family now resides in a subdivision near his condominium, and though the memories of moving around still lingered, he felt a quiet satisfaction seeing how far they had all come.

They shared a few more laughs along the way before finally arriving at Wonwoo’s house.

“Thank you for tonight, kuya Min. See you again next time. Take care po,” Wonwoo said, closing the car door, his voice soft but warm.

“Thank you din, Wonwoo. Goodnight,” Mingyu replied, giving a small wave before driving away.

─── ⋆⋅🎱⋅⋆ ───

Unknown number

Hi, kuya Min! This is Wonwoo hehe lmk

if you arrived safely!

itswonwoo has requested to follow you

Ah, right. They exchanged numbers and social media accounts. May dahilan na silang makausap ang isa’t isa kung hindi papalarin na makapagkita muli. Mingyu felt a quiet thrill at the thought—just knowing he could message Wonwoo, see his posts, and catch glimpses of his day made his chest tighten in a way that was equal parts excitement and nervous anticipation. Wonwoo, on the other hand, couldn’t help but smile at the small victory of having secured a way to stay connected, imagining all the little conversations they could have until they met again.

Mingyu

Hi Wonwoo, jgh 😊 thank you for

 checking up on me, pahinga ka na ❤️

Sa loob ng isang buwan nilang pagpapalitan ng mga mensahe, ang naging usapan nila ay umiikot lamang sa mga pa-kamustahan at sa pagpapadala ng mga litrato ng isa’t isa. Katulad ng gym pictures ni Mingyu, mga selfie ni Wonwoo na naka-higa sa kama, o mga pang-araw-araw na suot niya na malinaw na may bahid ng pang-tukso—alam na alam ni Mingyu ang intensyon. Halimbawa nito ay ang bagong sinend na litrato ni Wonwoo: nanonood sa kaniyang laptop sa loob ng sariling kwarto, kitang-kita rin ang mahaba at makinis niyang binti, nakasuot ang pambahay na pinamali niya nung isang araw.

aa. 🐈‍⬛

sent a photo.

Wdyt? Is it nice po? Just bought it

the other day 😊

Mingyu

Fuck baby.

Sobrang kinis haha

Nasa office ako 😓

But it’s so nice

I miss you

Ooops. Sorry :P

I miss you too, kuya Min

─── ⋆⋅🎱⋅⋆ ───

It had been more than a month since the last time they saw each other—well, as well as…fucked each other, too. Sobrang busy ni Mingyu sa firm nila ngayon, dagdag pa ang business trip nila sa Palawan for a week starting tomorrow, habang si Wonwoo ay abalang tumutulong sa business ng kaniyang mga magulang. Kapag sinuswerte, tanging vidjakol videocall lamang ang nagagawa nila; kapag hindi, pasend-send lang ng mga messages at litrato.

Despite the distance, both of them felt the pull of each other constantly. Mingyu would catch himself thinking about Wonwoo in the middle of meetings, his mind drifting to how the younger looked, sounded, even the way he moaned just for him. Wonwoo, meanwhile, would glance at his phone repeatedly, heart fluttering whenever a message or photo from Mingyu appeared.

1 week after

Mingyu

Hi baby, jgh from Palawan. Miss na kita :((

aa. 🐈‍⬛

Hi kuya Min! Me too, I miss you so much 😓

How’s the trip?

Ok lang, kapagod haha

Aww, kuya deserves lots of kisses!

Bibigyan mo baa ko? :((

Yes, of course, DUHH. Yk how much

I miss you na 😾

Hehe gagalit naman agad ang kuting na yan

Ay birthday na pala ng pinsan mo sa isang araw

kakain daw sa labas, punta ka?

Heh!

Yes po, hbu?

Oo. See you 😊

Yayyyy! See you! >.<

Chapter Text

The day had finally come for Jungkook’s birthday dinner. The celebration was set in a semi-fine dining restaurant, so Mingyu dressed sharply in a black long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows and two buttons left undone, revealing just enough of his well-defined chest. He paired it with tailored black slacks, a designer belt he had bought for himself after saving up a decent amount of money, and leather slip-on shoes that tied the look together. His hair was styled sleek and polished, adding the final touch. The outfit itself was simple, yet on him, it exuded effortless elegance—he looked undeniably handsome.

The call time was 7 p.m., so Mingyu left early to avoid being late. When he arrived, the celebrant was already inside a private room he had rented for the occasion, seated at a long table with his boyfriend and a few friends as they waited for the others to arrive. Mingyu greeted him the moment he stepped in, handing over his gift with a smile as they shook hands and bumped shoulders in a casual, brotherly gesture.

The ambiance inside the restaurant was warm and sophisticated, with soft golden lighting that bounced off the polished wooden furniture. The quiet hum of conversation blended with the faint sound of jazz playing in the background, accompanied by the gentle clinking of silverware against plates. Together, these sounds created an intimate yet celebratory atmosphere. Crystal glasses and neatly folded napkins adorned the long table, completing the elegant setting for the evening.

As Mingyu slid into his seat, he noticed the empty chair to his left. Akma namang magsasalita ito upang tanungin kung sino ang magiging katabi niya nang maunahan siyang magsalita ng kaibigan.

“Si Wonwoo nalang kulang, malapit na daw siya. Jan nalang siya sa tabi mo, Gyu.” Bilin ni JK sa kaibigan.

Sakto naman, biglang bumukas ang pintuan at pumasok ang taong tanging inaabangan nila. He was wearing a short, long-sleeved dress in his favorite color—purple. Light makeup framed his features—not too heavy, just enough to highlight his natural beauty and make him look even more presentable. In his hands, he carried a small paper bag, which Mingyu assumed to be his gift for his cousin, along with a smaller bag. He looked absolutely stunning. Mingyu’s mouth fell slightly open in awe, and he remained frozen until the younger finally settled into the seat beside him.

“Happy Birthday Kuya! Sorry I’m late, inantay ko pa kasi sina mom and dad sunduin ako.” Wonwoo said as he handed a small paper bag to his cousin.

“Ok lang, halos kakadating lang naman nung iba.” Sagot ni JK bago muli umupo sa upuan.

Mingyu had been holding back with every ounce of restraint, fighting the overpowering urge to fuck Wonwoo right then and there, in front of everyone. Ever since the younger stepped into the restaurant, he had felt nothing but restless unease. At lalo pa’t tumabi pa ito sa kanya, leaving him no escape. His legs bounced anxiously under the table, a restless rhythm he couldn’t control. Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo.

Without a word, the younger placed his hand over Mingyu’s, which was resting on his thigh, firm yet casual, stopping the nervous motion. Mingyu froze instantly, heat rushing to his face as his chest tightened.

Before he could process the sensation, the birthday celebrant spoke again, cutting through the heavy air. “Nga pala, Wonwoo, ‘di ba binati ako nung mga tropa ko?”

“Hmm.” Wonwoo only hummed, urging his cousin to continue what he was saying.

“Nagpapareto nga pala yung isa kong tropa, single ka naman diba?” he added, turning his attention to Wonwoo.

Mingyu’s breathing hitched the second he heard those words.

Tangina naman talaga. Subok na subok na naman ang pasensya niya.

“Si Jaehyun, Mingyu ‘di ba? Yung lagi nating kasama nun, alala mo?” tuloy ni JK, sounding far too casual for Mingyu’s liking.

“Ahh, oo, naalala ko pa.” Mingyu forced a small smile, voice clipped as he spoke, doing his best to mask the irritation lacing his tone. “Gusto niya si Wonwoo?”

“Oo.” Sagot nito sa kaibigan.

Bigla namang humigpit ang pagkakakapit ni Mingyu sa sarili niyang hita. Since Wonwoo’s hand was still resting there, he felt the sudden tension, the tremor of restrained emotion vibrating through Mingyu’s body.

“Oh. Kaso Kuya, I’m already talking with someone eh,” sagot ni Wonwoo sa pinsan, his tone calm but firm.

“Ay ganun ba? Sige, sabihan ko na lang. Pakilala mo samin yan sa susunod ha,” tugon ng birthday celebrant, dropping the subject just as easily.

Oh.

You know him very well.

Mingyu gulped hard. At para takpan ang bigat sa dibdib niya, he grabbed the glass in front of him and downed all the water in one go. But before he could even put it back on the table, he felt Wonwoo’s hand shift. The younger gently pried Mingyu’s hand from where it rested stiffly on his lap, guiding it down and placing it firmly on his thigh instead—just beneath the hem of his dress. Bigla niya naalala yung unang beses na pinahawakan ni Wonwoo ang makinis nitong binti sakaniya non.

Parang isang paalala na ikaw lang at sa’yo lang ako.

Mingyu’s palm twitched against Wonwoo’s bare thigh, skin burning at the stark contrast between his own warmth and the younger’s cool touch. Ramdam na ramdam niya ang init ng sariling katawan sa simpleng pagdampi pa lang ng kamay niya doon. Para bang bawat hibla ng nerbyos niya ay nagising, nakatutok lahat sa iisang punto ng pagkakadikit nila.

God, he missed this. He missed him.

The memory of their last night together crashed into him like a wave—the way Wonwoo had clung to him, the soft gasps, the moans, and the fire that seemed to consume them both. At ngayon, kahit isang simpleng paglalapat lang ng palad niya sa hita ng binata ay sapat na para mawala ang lahat ng kanyang pagpipigil.

Wonwoo’s eyes never once looked at him, gaze fixed on his cousin who was still chatting animatedly, but the small, knowing curve of his lips was enough.

And this—sitting side by side, pretending nothing was out of place while their hands lingered under the table—was the very first time they had seen and touched each other again since that supposed billiards session almost two months ago, the one that had unexpectedly turned into something much more.

Everyone in the room was busy minding their own business while waiting for the food to be served. Meanwhile, Mingyu kept tracing slow circles with his thumb over Wonwoo’s milky thigh, all while casually chatting with their other friends. The subtle motion spoke volumes—reminding both of them of how much he missed him, just as much as Wonwoo missed him. Kahit hindi nila banggitin sa isa’t isa ay sapat na ang mga kilos nila upang ipahayag kung ano man ang nais nilang ipahayag sa isa’t isa—ika nga nila, actions speak louder than words.

Mingyu knew deep down na kailangan niyang linawin ang lahat ng ito sa binata. He needed Wonwoo to understand that his intentions were sincere, that what he felt wasn’t just driven by pleasure, playful flirting, or fleeting lust. Wonwoo deserved more than that—he deserved to be treated with the kind of care and respect na nararapat lang para sa kanya. And Mingyu was determined to prove exactly that, starting after this event. It wasn’t fair for Wonwoo, and Mingyu had been regretting it since. Kaya naman, if he was going to confess, he wanted it to be different this time—harap harapan, genuine, and special.

Ayaw na ayaw niyang maulit yung nangyari nung nakaraan, kung saan nauwi lang lahat sa videocalls at text messages dahil natabunan siya ng trabaho sa opisina. Kahit gustuhin man nilang magkita, parang laging hindi pumapabor ang tadhana. Puro business trips siya—abala sa pakikipag-usap sa mga kliyente at pagbisita sa mga site sa iba’t ibang lugar. Ganuon din si Wonwoo, tutok sa pagtulong sa negosyo ng kaniyang mga magulang at minsan ay isinasama rin sa kanilang mga lakad sa labas ng siyudad.

Kaya para kay Mingyu, sakto at swerte na rin ang kaarawan ng kaibigan niya. It was the perfect excuse—isang buong araw na maaari niyang ilaan, hindi lang para sa celebrant, kundi para na rin kay Wonwoo. A chance for them to finally talk, to make things right.

Mingyu’s thoughts were abruptly cut off when the food finally arrived. Panandalian nilang kinantahan ng birthday song si Jungkook bago sinimulan ang pagkain, which naturally made him pull his hand away from Wonwoo’s thighs.

After eating, Mingyu leaned back in his seat to take a brief rest while waiting for the desserts to be served. Wonwoo, however, felt a hollow pang the moment Mingyu’s hand left his thigh earlier—even if it was just for a few moments. The emptiness lingered, heavy and distracting, until he finally decided to do something about it. Slowly, casually, he reached for Mingyu’s hand again and guided it back to his thigh, right where it belonged.

And Mingyu, without resistance, obliged.

Mingyu

Hi, you look so pretty. I mean, you look pretty

every day, but today you look extra pretty. :)

aa. 🐈‍⬛

Hi kuya Min! Thank you

for the compliments!

You too. You look so

sooo pogi po kuya

But why are you sending messages

pa, magakatabi lang naman tayo

you can talk to me naman 😹

Thank you din baby.

Can’t. I might just kiss you in

front of everyone.

Hmm. I can see that. 😹

After sending the last message, he finally set his phone down. And that’s when Wonwoo, being the tease he naturally was, took it one step further. With quiet boldness, he guided the older’s hand higher up his thigh—slipping it beneath the hem of the short dress he was wearing.

Mingyu stiffened instantly, a sharp breath slipping past his lips before he could stop it. His jaw tightened, every muscle in his body taut as he fought to keep his expression neutral. The unspoken claim behind Wonwoo’s gesture sent a rush of heat flooding through him—spreading across his chest and searing all the way down to places he couldn’t afford to react to here, not now. God, he’s losing his composure. And yet, despite every reason to pull away, he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Sa sobrang taas nito, ramdam na ramdam na ni Mingyu ang matambok at mamasamasa nitong puke sa labas ng suot na telang nagsisilbing harang ng kaniyang kaselanan. Of course, he wasn’t wearing any safety shorts again.

While waiting for the desserts to be served, JK took the opportunity to continue talking with his friends—especially Mingyu, right in front of them. The moment his gaze landed on Mingyu, he noticed his face had turned pale, a stark contrast to the lively expression he had seen when Mingyu first arrived.

“Huy, Mingyu, napano ka? May sakit ka ba?” JK asked, his doe eyes widening as he looked at his friend, concern evident even in front of everyone.

“Ay wala, wala. Ok lang ako,” Mingyu replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Ah, eh bakit ang putla-putla mo? Di ba masarap mga pagkain?” Jungkook continued, tilting his head curiously.

“Uy, hindi ah, sobrang sarap kaya…nasa ilalim nga ng lamesa eh,” Mingyu chuckled nervously, the sudden flush on his face betraying him.

“Oh sige-sige, sabihan mo lang ako kung masama pakiramdam mo ha,” JK said softly, completely unaware of the real reason behind Mingyu’s pale expression.

“You can move,” bulong ng binata nang matapos magusap sila Mingyu at ang kaniyang pinsan. At kahit maingay ang paligid, dala ng samu’t saring nag-uusap at tunog ng mga kubyertos, rinig na rinig ni Mingyu ang bawat pabulong na salita nito. Ang dibdib niya’y mabilis na tumitibok at ang init ay kumakalat sa katawan niya habang sinisikap niyang manatiling kalmado. At sino ba naman siya para hindi sumunod? Dahan-dahan niyang sinimulan igalaw ang dalawang daliri sa labas ng panty ni Wonwoo, paikot-ikot at may mabagal na ritmo—para walang makakahuli sa ginagawa nilang dalawa.

Mabuti na lang at ang pwesto nila ay nasa dulo ng mesa, kadikit ng pader. Wala ngang nakaupo sa tabi ni Mingyu, maliban kay Wonwoo. Kaya naman, maingat nilang inililibot ang kanilang mga mata, binabantayan kung sinuman ang posibleng makasilip sa ilalim o malingon sa kanilang mga gawi.

Nang makaramdam ng pagkainip ay dahan dahan nitong ibinuka ang mga binti at saka ginabayan ang mga daliri ng nakatatanda upang ipasok sa loob ng panty niya.

Mingyu’s fingers traced slow circles on his already wet cunt. Everything else around them become meaningless, basta naka tuon lang ang atensyon ni Wonwoo kung nasaan ang mga daliri ng kuya Mingyu niya na patuloy pa rin sa pagtaas at baba at paikot ikot nito sa basang basa at mainit na kaselanan niya. The pleasure was intoxicating—he missed Mingyu’s touch on him, kaya halos mawalan siya ng ulirat. Pilit niyang pinipigilan ang pagtirik ng mga mata sa bawat alon ng sarap na dumadaloy sa buong katawan niya. Ngunit nabaling ang atensyon niya nang biglang magsalita si Taehyung—his voice low and composed—casually starting a conversation with Wonwoo, as if nothing sinful was happening right in front of him.

“Wonnie, I heard your parents will be out for a vacation?”

“Ahh… yes. So good.”

“Huh?” Napakunot naman ng noo si Taehyung sa sagot nito.

“Oh, I mean… yes, it’s good that they’ll be having a vacation without me, you know, so they could spend their—ah—time alone together, without—ha—me.” Hingal na depensa ni Wonwoo habang pinipilit niyang kontrolin ang sarili na tuluyang bumigay sa ilalim ng kamay ni Mingyu.

Mingyu’s fingers moved deliberately, curling just the way Wonwoo liked, drawing quiet gasps from him. Wonwoo’s thighs pressed together instinctively, hips shifting slightly under the table, trying desperately to stay composed.

“Hingal na hingal ka, okay ka lang ba?”

“Yes, Kuya Taeh, it’s just—hmm—it’s hot.”

“You want us to ask them to adjust the temp?” Taehyung asked, concern laced in his tone.

“There—ah, no need na po, kuya.” Wonwoo managed to answer, cheeks flushed and voice shaky, trying desperately to maintain composure as Mingyu’s fingers continued their work beneath the table.

“Okay, if you say so,” Taehyung replied, completely unaware of what was happening right under their table.

Habang patuloy si Mingyu sa paglalaro sa puke ni Wonwoo, unti-unti nang dumating muli ang mga pagkain, at sa eksaktong sandali na iyon, Wonwoo came. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from letting out a moan. Nang makaramdam si Mingyu ng mainit na likido ay agad namang kinuha nito ang handkerchief niya, sabay punas ng mga kamay at kay Wonwoo, bago nila muling itinutok ang pansin sa mga kaganapan, na para bang walang nangyari sa ilalim ng mesa.

After finishing everything that had been placed on the table, the night ended with their stomachs full and a comfortable warmth settling over the group. One by one, a few of their friends began to leave, the chatter slowly fading until only a small, intimate circle remained. Tanging sina JK, Taehyung, Mingu, at Wonwoo nalang ang natiwan.

“Wonwoo, pano ka uuwi?” tanong ni JK sa pinsan habang naglalakad palabas ng kwarto.

“I might just book a Grab nalang, kuya,” sagot nito, abala sa paghahanap ng available na ride sa telepono.

“Sumabay ka na samin ni Taeh, ibaba ka nalang namin sa inyo,” pagalok ni JK sa pinsan.

“No na, kuya. You two should just go catch your flight early,” sagot ni Wonwoo.

May continuation kasi ang birthday celebration ni JK—may lipad sila mamaya pa Japan bilang regalo ni Taehyung sa nobyo.

“Ako nalang maghatid sakanya,” pagsingit ni Mingyu sakanila.

“Ayun pala. Sige, pre. Salamat ha,” sagot ng kaibigan. Wonwoo’s ears turned red after hearing that, at hindi na siya nakapagsalita dahil agad namang pumayag ang pinsan niya.

“Sige, pre. Happy birthday saka salamat uli. Ingat kayo saka enjoy,” dagdag ni Mingyu bago sila magtungo sa parking.

Once settled inside Mingyu’s cozy car, Wonwoo spoke.

“Kuya, can I just go to your place instead? My family isn’t at home naman eh,” mahinahong pakiusap nito sa nakatatanda.

“Wonwoo, as much as I want you to stay at my place, hahanapin ka naman ng pinsan mo,” Mingyu answered, tone firm but gentle.

“I’ll just say na I’m home na, please kuya.”

And really, who was Mingyu to refuse? Ginamitan na siya ni Wonwoo ng pinagbabawal na technique—talking with those pleading eyes and pouty lips that always managed to get under Mingyu’s skin. Even back when they were just video calling, those had been his weaknesses. Mingyu felt the familiar tug at his resolve, caught between reason and the pull of his heart.

Kaya ang ending, natalo din siya. Now, they are on their way to his condo. Isip-isip niya, mainam na rin iyon—makakapag-usap sila ni Wonwoo at malilinaw ang lahat. As the city lights passed by, Mingyu felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. This wasn’t just about giving in; it was a chance to finally bridge the gap between what he felt and what he wanted to say. With Wonwoo beside him, the ride felt both tense and comforting—a prelude to the conversation that could change everything.

The ride was short and quiet, though they still talked about the things they hadn’t been able to discuss through messages or video calls. Once they arrived, Mingyu quickly turned off the engine and went straight to the passenger-side door to open it for Wonwoo—truly a gentleman.

They walked together toward the elevator, Wonwoo by his side. Mingyu pressed the button for the 17th floor. Just as the doors were about to close, an old lady hurried in, managing to squeeze herself inside.

“Ay, kay gagwapo at ganda naman ng mag-nobyong mga ito. Pangalagaan niyo relasyon niyo ha?” the old lady said with a warm smile.

“Ay, hind—” Mingyu started, but Wonwoo cut him off with a polite smile.

“Thank you po, lola. Have a good night po,” Wonwoo said graciously before the lady stepped off the elevator, leaving them alone once again.

After the elevator doors closed, Mingyu's lips slowly found their way to Wonwoo’s bare shoulders, planting soft, lingering kisses along the smooth skin. Dahil sa suot ni Wonwoo na naka-lantad ang mga balikat, walang kahirap-hirap pinatakan ni Mingyu ang mga ito ng halik.

“What was that? Hmm?” Mingyu teased, continuing to trail kisses along the younger’s shoulders.

Wonwoo leaned back, feeling the warmth of Mingyu’s mouth against his bare shoulders and the older’s clothed member pressing firmly against him. He gripped Mingyu’s thighs to steady himself, a shiver running through him at every touch.

“Hmm,” Wonwoo hummed, a low sound betraying his growing need.

“So… we are now together?” Mingyu asked with a playful smirk, never breaking the rhythm of his kisses.

“I mean… why not? We are both single naman, diba?” Wonwoo replied, slowly turning to face him.

That was the moment Mingyu had been waiting for—the chance to finally express his feelings for the younger. But before he could voice them, their eyes met, and words suddenly felt unnecessary. Slowly, Wonwoo pressed his lips to Mingyu’s, and the older responded immediately, matching his passion with equal intensity.

“I need you, kuya,” Wonwoo whispered between their kisses.

Their kissing was abruptly interrupted as the elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached Mingyu’s floor. Mabuti na lang at walang tao nang magbukas ang pintuan. Dahan-dahan silang naglakad papunta sa unit ni Mingyu, kasabay ang bawat hakbang na puno ng tensyon at kasabikan.

Once inside, Mingyu didn’t waste a second. He pressed Wonwoo gently against the door, his lips immediately finding the younger’s. His hands roamed freely, tracing the curves of Wonwoo’s body without breaking the kiss. The air between them grew heavy with heat and anticipation, each touch and sigh deepening the desire that had been building all night.

“You’ve been such a naughty boy since dinner… so, so naughty. You need a punishment,” Mingyu growled between their kisses, his voice low and possessive.

Wonwoo opened his eyes and was met with Mingyu’s dark, searing gaze. Darker than before. It was unlike anything he had ever seen—ibang iba kahit nuong unang beses sila nagtalik. The intensity in Mingyu’s eyes sent shivers racing down his spine, making his breath hitch. His chest tightened, not out of fear, but from the overwhelming rush of want that spread through him. Every second under that gaze pulled him deeper, and he realized he craved it—he wanted more of it, more of Mingyu.

Wonwoo let out a soft whimper, his hands clutching Mingyu’s shoulders as he pressed closer, feeling the older’s warmth against him.

Everything went quickly, and now Wonwoo is currently on Mingyu’s sofa, naked, and legs spread wide open, while Mingyu is busy, kneeling in front of him, ang mukha ay naka ngudngod sa basang basa na puke nito, eating him out just like what he had asked the younger after they finished having sex almost two months ago.

Bangong bango at tamis na tamis sa katas ni Wonwoo si Mingyu, lasang lasa nito ang sa tingin niya ay mula sa gamit na feminine wash nito na amoy mala rosas. Halos malasing na siya sa sarap ng pagkain sa kaselanan nito at aakalain mong hindi galing ng handaan si Mingyu sa kung paano nito pagpiyestahan ang puke ng nasa harap niya. Kasabay ng paglamon ni Mingyu sa puke nito ay ang dahan dahan nitong pagpasok ng mga daliri sa makitid nitong bukana.

“Wala kang gagawin kundi iuungol mo lang ng iuungol ang pangalan ko Wonwoo, hanggang sa mamaos ka, understood? Ayun naman gusto mo diba?” Mingyu asked as he slowly pulled his head away from eating him out.

“Y-yes.” Sagot ni Wonwoo.

“Good,” Mingyu said before he continued eating his pussy out. His tongue became busy again, tracing along his clitoris down to his entrance, then slowly, milking out all the juices that came out from him. Supsop kung supsop at higop kung higop ang ginagawa nito sa puke ni Wonwoo ani mo ay isang batang sabik na sabik makatikim ng gatas.

“Ah-ah! Fuck! Yes! Th-there!” sigaw ni Wonwoo habang naka kapit ang isang kamay sa buhok ng kuya Mingyu niya upang gabayan ito.

“Don’t stop, a-ah! kuya Min… please… I’m so close.” Sambit ni Wonwoo habang ang mga mata nito ay patuloy lang sa pagtirik dala ng walang awa na pagikot ng basa at mainit na dila ni Mingyu sa lahat ng sulok ng ari niya kasabay ang mga daliri nito na naglalabas pasok sa butas niya.

He’s losing his mind—Mingyu is devouring him like there’s no tomorrow at napasigaw siya ng malakas ng maramdaman ang mabilis na paggalaw ng dila ni Mingyu sa sensitibo na tinggil nito “Fuu-aaaack!”

This man is really going to be the death of me.

Hindi nagtagal ay nilabasan na din agad si Wonwoo sa hindi na mabilang kung pang ilan na sa gabing iyon. “Tangina ang ingay ingay ng puke mo, ano nalang sasabihin ng iba pagnalaman nilang dito ka sakin dumeretso para magpakain at magpakantot.” Mingyu growled after he finishes eating his pussy out. “This is the best meal I’ve ever had! Puta, ang sarap sarap mo!” Mingyu exclaimed, his face covered with Wonwoo’s cum, he then wiped it with his hands before putting it back to his mouth. He slowly rose from his position and settled beside the younger, his eyes still burning with intensity.

Wonwoo quickly moved to Mingyu’s lap, then slowly guided him to lie back on the soft blue sofa.

“What are you—?”

“Shh… remember when I said I’d even sit on your face? Well… then, here it goes.” Wonwoo replied with a smirk, slowly positioning himself above the older.

Kasalukuyang naka luhod si Wonwoo sa sofa habang nasa pagitan ng kaniyang magkahiwalay na mga hita ay ang mukha ng kuya Mingyu niya. Ang mga kamay naman niya ay naka kapit sa arm rest at sandalan ng sofa bilang suporta habang si Mingyu ay naka kapit sa mga hita niya. From there, Mingyu continued eating him out. Patuloy ang paglilibot ng dila niya sa bawat sulok ng puke ni Wonwoo, sinisiguradong walang katas na maiiwan at masasayang.

Mingyu’s tongue works like a maniac…so perfectly skilled.

If I’d known his mouth and tongue were this incredible, I would have done this much sooner.

Wonwoo’s eyes glistened, shining with a flood of overwhelming pleasure he could barely contain as he reached his climax for the second time tonight, dripping all his juices down to Mingyu’s face. The older wasted no time and began undressing himself. He then leaned closer to Wonwoo, whispering in a low, possessive, and dangerous growl, “I’m gonna fuck you like there is no tomorrow."

Kung saan saan na sila nadala ng libog nila, mula sa sofa, napunta sila sa kusina, sa may lamesa, sa countertop, sa may pader malapit sa banyo, hanggang sa tuluyan na nilang narating ang kwarto ni Mingyu kung saan mas komportable na niyang nakakantot si Wonwoo.

And true to what he said when the older asked him to do, puro ungol and sigaw ng pangalan niya lang ang ginawa niya magdamag kahit na sa tingin niya ay wala na siyang masisigaw pa.

The room was filled with lots of lewd noises, heavy grunting, skin slapping, and their moans as they desperately and continuously milked each other out. “Tangina, nakakailan na tayo pero parang pasikip ka pa ng pasikip.” Sambit ni Mingyu habang tupi-tupi pa rin nito si Wonwoo.

Fuck this man and his stupid but delicious and big cock!

Wonwoo wanted to that say out loud as the older kept pounding him mercilessly, but he has no energy left in his body already. Ni-hindi na nga niya ma-track kung nakakailang rounds at oras na sila. Basta ang mahalaga ay nasa loob niya ang kuya Mingyu niya at higit sa lahat ay ang sarap na nararamdaman niya ngayon.

Unti-unti nang bumabagal ang bawat pagbayo na binibigay nito sa binata dala na din ng ilang oras na nilang paggawa ng milagro. After reaching their climaxes for the nth time that night, Mingyu gently collapsed onto the younger, and they lingered in quiet, shared breaths and tender embraces before slowly sitting up to clean themselves.

The intensity of their sex made Wonwoo feel as if his insides had been completely rearranged, but nonetheless, he liked it. He liked how rough it was, how his whole body trembled yet still begged for more, and above all, he liked how the older took care of him before he finally drifted off to sleep.

─── ⋆⋅🎱⋅⋆ ───

Wonwoo stirred awake from his deep sleep as the soft rays of the morning sun brushed gently against his face. Warmth lingered on his skin, but what truly made him smile was the pair of arms wrapped tightly around him. He realized he was wearing an oversized shirt—something he was certain belonged to the older one. The fabric felt comforting against his skin, dagdag pa rito ay ang maaliwalas na pakiramdam, malaya sa kahit anong bakas ng kalagkitan at pawis dala ng mga ginawa nila nung gabi. He still remembered how Mingyu had taken the time to gently clean him up before completely passing out. Kaya hindi na niya namalayan na dinamitan pa siya ng nakatatanda, kahit alam niyang pagod na pagod din ito.

Dahan-dahan siyang umikot upang pagmasdan ang mukha ng nakatatanda habang mahimbing na natutulog. Pansin niya ang mahahabang pilik-mata nito, how his eyebrows were shaped so perfectly, and the soft pink lips parted slightly with each breath. The longer he stared, the more details he noticed—halos mabilang na niya kung ilan ang maliliit na nunal na nakakalat sa mukha nito. Dagdag pa dito ay ang sinag ng araw na lalong nagpapatingkad sa kagandahan ng kanyang mukha—making his tan skin glow even more.

He couldn’t believe that someone like him truly existed in this universe, looking impossibly handsome, as if every feature had been carved with the utmost care.

Even when sleeping, he still looked so pogi.

Wonwoo let himself admire him for a few precious moments before gently slipping out of bed. As he shifted his body, a dull soreness pulled at his muscles—a lingering reminder of everything that had happened the night before. Even so, he pushed himself to rise. The moment his feet met the cold tiles, a shiver coursed through him, grounding him back to reality, yet he pressed on.

He moved quietly, almost cautiously, every step measured, careful not to make a sound that might stir the older from his deep sleep. With a steady breath, he slipped out of the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to his surroundings, wandering curiously as he took in the details of the older’s condo unit.

This was his first time setting foot inside the older’s unit, kaya dahan-dahan niyang inililibot ang mga mata sa kung paano ang pagkakaayos ni Mingyu dito na parang naglalakad at pinagmamasdan ang mga obra sa isang museo. The place was spacious, but not overwhelmingly so. Just enough to hold everything the older cherished, each piece carefully placed within sight. Every corner seemed to whisper fragments of the other man’s life—something Wonwoo hadn’t been able to notice last night, as they were far too preoccupied with…other things.

He took his time, letting his eyes wander more closely now, and realized how the interior perfectly mirrored the older’s personality—simple, minimalist, yet quietly warm. In the living room, a few cameras rested neatly on shelves, surrounded by framed photographs. Wonwoo remembered how the older man once told him about his love for photography, and now, seeing it displayed before his eyes, the condo felt more alive—more personal, as if the space itself breathed with his presence.

He stepped closer, his gaze tracing the photographs one by one, until it stopped—stilled, unblinking. The world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the object before him.

It was a drawing—two kids in a park, sketched with delicate lines and carefully framed. Unlike the others, it stood alone on a small table, separated from the rest, as though it carried a story too precious to be hidden among the other memories.

Ngunit bago pa man niya tuluyang maabot ang bagay na iyon, napatigil siya nang maramdaman ang biglang pagyakap sa kanya mula sa likod.

“Kanina pa kita hinahanap. Akala ko umalis ka na,” Mingyu murmured, his voice muffled against Wonwoo’s nape. His words carried a sleepy tenderness, like he was half-dreaming but afraid to wake up alone.

Mingyu wasn’t wearing anything except a pair of boxers, kaya ramdam na ramdam ni Wonwoo ang init ng balat nito na nakadikit sa kanya, pati na rin ang mainit na hininga na dumadampi sa batok niya. The younger closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself melt into that embrace. It was a kind of warmth that wrapped around his heart just as much as his body—the kind that always made him feel safe, the kind he knew he would always long for.

That was true. Mingyu had woken up the very moment he felt the empty space beside him, a sharp pang of panic tightening in his chest at the thought that the younger might have slipped away without a word. Kaya dali-dali siyang bumangon, heart pounding against his ribs as he rushed out of the bedroom—only to release a deep sigh of relief the instant his eyes landed on Wonwoo, standing quietly in the living room.

Wonwoo chuckled softly, placing his hand over Mingyu’s arm that was caged tightly around his waist. “I won’t go without saying anything to you, kuya. I just wanted to look around,” he replied, his voice carrying a smile. And in that moment, standing there in the quiet of the morning, it felt like the world had slowed just for them.

“Kuya?” pagtawag ni Wonwoo sa nakayakap pa rin sa likuran nito.

“Mmm?”

“Wh-where… uh, who gave you that drawing?” tanong niya, sabay turo gamit ang isang daliri sa bagay na tinutukoy.

“Oh, that?” sagot ng nakatatanda, bahagyang napangiti. “Binigay ‘yan sa’kin nung childhood friend ko. Kaso… umalis na siya, mga more than 15 years ago?”

Wonwoo swallowed, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “D-did your friend…go to Canada…too?”

“Yes.” Mingyu turned his head a little, curious. “Why?”

Wonwoo’s heart skipped. His voice came out soft, almost a whisper. “Kuya Minmin…”

Chapter Text

19 years ago

It was summer when an 8-year-old Mingyu and his family decided to move out of their old house to a new subdivision for his new school. Konting panahon na lang kasi ay malapit na din siyang tumungtong sa high school, kaya nagmabuti ang pamilya niya na lumipat na sila ng bahay sa siyudad upang duon na niya ipagpatuloy ang pagaaral hanggang sa makapag tapos siya ng kolehiyo.

One afternoon, while strolling around the new subdivision to familiarize himself with the facilities and streets using his scooter, Mingyu noticed something. There, at the small playground, he found a kid sitting alone on the swing, quietly watching while the other kids laughed and played together.

Curious and a little hopeful, Mingyu approached the lonely kid on the swing, thinking that maybe—just maybe—he could make a new friend.

“Hi. My name is Mingyu. I’m 8 years old. Bagong lipat kami dito. Ikaw? Ano name mo?” tanong ni Mingyu sa bata habang umuupo siya sa katabing bakanteng duyan.

No response.

“Hello? Naririnig mo ba ako?” tanong niyang muli, this time with a little smile, hoping the kid would look at him.

Still no response.

Not even a glance.

The kid just kept staring at the ground, as if too shy to answer. Mingyu tilted his head, wondering if the kid was simply quiet… or maybe just waiting for the right moment to talk.

Napansin ni Mingyu ang suot ng bata—isang t-shirt na may litrato ng mga superheroes.

“Mahilig ka din sa superheroes?” tanong niya.

Bigla namang nabuhayan ang batang kausap. Agad siyang nilingon, at kung kanina’y halatang-halata ang bakas ng kalungkutan sa kanyang mukha, ngayon ay nagkaroon ng kislap at buhay ang kanyang mga mata.

Napansin iyon ni Mingyu at mabilis na sinundan ang tanong, sabay bitaw ng malaking ngiti.

“Sino favorite mo? Ako si Batman!” dagdag niya.

“Mine’s Batman too… and Catwoman. Though she’s not really a superhero, I just liked her because… her costume is a cat,” sagot ng bata, medyo nahihiya pero halatang excited.

“Mahilig ka sa cats?” tanong ulit nito, at tumango naman si Wonwoo bilang sagot.

“Hmm. Bagay sayo si Catwoman, mukha kang pusa eh!” biro ni Mingyu, sabay tawa. Natawa rin ang bata, at sa unang pagkakataon, sabay silang humalakhak.

Sa di kalayuan, rinig nila ang grupo ng ibang mga bata na nagtatawanan. Hindi nagtagal, napansin sila ng mga ito at unti-unti silang nilapitan.

“Look, niyo siya… may kaibigan na oh.”

Napakunot ang noo ni Mingyu sa narinig. Bahagya siyang lumingon sa katabi.

“Sila ba yung dahilan kung bakit ka malungkot?” mahinang tanong niya. Tumango naman uli ang bata, halos hindi makatingin.

Akmang aalis na sila, mahigpit ang hawak ni Mingyu sa palapulsuhan ng bata, nang bigla silang harangin ng grupo na sa tingin ni Mingyu ay mas bata sa kanya—mukhang kaedaran lang din ng bago niyang kausap.

“Saan kayo pupunta? At saka sino ka? Are you new here?” tanong ng isa sa kanila, may halong panunukat ang tono.

“We’re going far away from you, bullies. And yes, bago kami ng family ko dito,” sagot ni Mingyu, hindi pa din bumibitaw sa kamay ng bata.

“You should stay away from him! He’s weird and skinny! Sabi ng mom ko sakitin daw yung mga ganun, and I don’t want to be sick. So if you don’t want to get sick, you should stay away from him.”

Napailing si Mingyu at napabuntong-hininga, saka bahagyang natawa ng sarkastiko.

His family may not have come from doctors or anyone in the medical field, but he knew enough to understand that what that kid had said was far from the truth.

“You know what? Hindi ka siguro love ng parents mo kaya ka bully. He’s not even that skinny, and being skinny doesn’t mean someone is weak or sick. You can’t just judge people like that! And you know what I heard about the tree behind you?”

“What?” isa sa mga bata ang nagtanong, pilit na pinapakalma ang sarili.

“They said may mga batang nawala just a few days ago. And guess what? People said that the tree takes children who are… bullies!” sabay turo ni Mingyu sa puno na nasa likod nila.

Nagkagulo ang grupo, nagsigawan at mabilis na nagsitakbuhan pabalik sa kani-kanilang bahay. Mga bata—madaling maniwala, madaling matakot.

“Scaredy cats!” natatawang sabi ni Mingyu bago tuluyang lingunin ang katabi niya, na tawa nang tawa rin sa nangyari.

Nagpatuloy lang sila sa pagtatawanan, hawak pa ang tiyan sa sobrang tuwa, bago tuluyang nagsalita ang kasama nito.

“My name is Wonwoo, and I’m 4 years old. Thank you for doing that,” banggit ng bata, may maliit na ngiti sa labi.

“No problem, Wonwoo. Matagal na ba nila ginagawa ‘yun?” tanong ni Mingyu.

Tumango si Wonwoo at saka nagsalita muli.

“They won’t play with me kasi I’m thin daw… and thin kids are weak. Unlike them, strong. Kaya I don’t belong with them daw.”

“Don’t mind them. And that’s not true, ok? I’m here now. You don’t need them—‘cause I can share my toys with you, and we can play together!” sagot ni Mingyu, sabay bitaw ng ngiting nakakahawa.

“Thank you, Kuya Min… yu? Minu?”

“It’s Min-gyu,” natatawang sagot nito.

“It’s hard ‘man! Kuya Minmin na lang!”

“Ok, I’ll call you Nonu naman para fair!”

At doon nagsimula ang pagkakaibigan nila. Kinuwento ni Wonwoo sa bagong kaibigan kung bakit siya mahilig sa mga superhero—dahil tumutulong daw sila sa mga nangangailangan. Sabi pa niya, parang si Mingyu rin daw ang isa sa kanila dahil sa pagtatanggol na ginawa nito para sa kanya, kahit na para kay Mingyu, maliit lang naman ‘yon.

Pareho rin silang pumapasok sa iisang school. Minsan, sabay silang nagla-lunch sa canteen kasama ang mga yaya nila. Doon sila madalas magkuwentuhan tungkol sa paborito nilang laro, cartoons at superheroes.

Pag-uwi naman, madalas ay nasa bahay nina Mingyu sila naglalaro, o kaya naman ay sa bahay nina Wonwoo dahil hindi naman kalayuan ang mga bahay nila.

Isang hapon, habang nasa bahay sila nina Mingyu at naglalaro ng mga bagong bili na lego para sakanya, biglang nagsalita ito—seryoso ang tono at puno ng damdamin:

“Nonu, I love you!” he said with full of emotion, unaware of what that truly meant.

“Huh? What does that mean ba, Kuya Minmin?” tanong ni Wonwoo, naguguluhan.

“You’ve never heard that before?”

“I hear it from my mom and dad, pero I don’t really know what it means eh.”

“My mom says that you say that to someone you like and someone you want to protect forever! And I want to do that to you, Nonu. That’s why I love you.”

“Ohh. I love you too, Kuya Minmin! I like you because you're mabait and you always play and share your toys with me!”

Lahat ng iyon ay kanilang nakasanayan, at naging alaala ng limang taong pinagsamahan nila—hanggang sa dumating ang araw na kinailangan nang umalis nina Wonwoo ng bansa upang panandaliang tumira sa Canada.

“We’ll be back, Kuya Minmin. I promise you that! So don’t be sad na, ok?” banggit ni Wonwoo habang hinahaplos ang buhok nito.

“Ok! You take care, ok? See you soon. I love you,” sagot ni Mingyu, halatang-halata pa rin ang kalungkutan sa kanyang boses.

At iyon na lamang ang naging alaala ni Mingyu sa nakababatang kaibigan. Naging abala na rin siya sa mga gawain sa eskwelahan hanggang sa makapagtapos. Wala rin silang naging paraan upang makipag-ugnayan dahil hindi nila alam kung paano. Isa pa, wala pa namang iPad noong panahong iyon.

Ganoon din si Wonwoo sa naging buhay nila sa Canada, lalo na nang siya ay nabiyayaan ng bunsong kapatid na higit pang kumuha ng atensyon ng kanilang pamilya. Mabilis na lumipas ang mga taon sa kanilang naging pamumuhay roon. Nasanay siya sa bagong kapaligiran, sa malamig na panahon, at sa bagong eskwelahan na unti-unti rin niyang natutunang mahalin. Ngunit kahit napapalibutan siya ng mga bagong mukha at kaibigan, may kakaibang puwang pa rin sa kanyang puso.

Dumaan pa ang ilang taon at unti-unting nawawala na sa memorya ni Wonwoo ang itsura ng Kuya Minmin niya—ngunit ang pangalan nito, hindi. Madalas niyang isipin kung may bago na bang kaibigan ang nakatatanda, at kung nakalimutan na ba siya. Ngunit umaasa siya na sana ay hindi.

Minsan, kapag tahimik ang gabi at mag-isa siya sa kanyang silid, naiisip niya ang nakatatanda—ang tawa nito, ang mga laruan nilang pinagsaluhan, at ang mga salitang hindi pa niya lubos na naintindihan noon. Lalo na ang salitang “I love you.”

Habang lumalaki si Wonwoo, doon niya lamang tuluyang naunawaan ang bigat at ganda ng mga salitang iyon. Hindi lang pala basta laro ng bata o simpleng biro—ito ay pangako, isang pakiramdam na hindi madaling mabura, kahit gaano pa kalayo o katagal ang pagitan.

4 months ago

Sabado. Walang pasok ang karamihan. Kasalukuyang nakatambay ang pamilya ni Wonwoo sa bahay ng pamilya ng pinsan niyang si JK, halos ilang araw lamang simula nang sila’y nakabalik sa Pilipinas.

“Ma, alis na po ako!” paalam ni JK sa kanyang ina.

“Sino-sino kasama mo?” tanong ng nanay nito.

“Sina Mingyu lang uli!”

Mingyu. The name rang in Wonwoo’s ears. Sounds familiar…

At dahil gusto niyang makasiguro, nagpaalam agad si Wonwoo sa pinsan niya kung pwede ba siyang makasama sa pupuntahan.

“Kuya JK, can I come with you?” tanong niya habang si JK ay kasalukuyang nag-aayos ng buhok.

“Ah. Eh sa bilyaran kami pupunta. Alam mo ba ‘yun?” sagot nito.

“No, man. That’s why I want to come! So I can learn a few things here!”

“Paalam ka kila tita.”

Agad namang pumayag ang mga magulang ni Wonwoo, kampante dahil kasama naman siya ng pinsan at para na din daw malibang ang binata.

Pagdating nila sa pupuntahan, agad na ipinakilala ni JK ang pinsan niya sa kanyang mga kaibigan.

“Nga pala, ito si Wonwoo, pinsan ko. Kakauwi lang nila dito galing ibang bansa, just a few days ago.”

Mainit naman ang naging pagtanggap ng mga kaibigan ng pinsan niya sakanya, one by one, they extend their hands for a handshake as they introduce themselves.

“…tapos ito naman si Mingyu, kaibigan ko din since 1st year college.”

So that’s the Mingyu he’s been tagging in his stories, naiisip ni Wonwoo, unti-unting bumabalik ang mga alaala.

The person in front of him was the same one he had been seeing in his cousin’s Instagram stories for a while. Kamakailan lang kasi ito nakagawa ng account sa IG, tanging Facebook at Messenger lang ang mayroon ito pang communicate sa mga pamilya, kaibigan, at mga kaklase pati na rin sa mga guro.

He often saw that guy in his cousin’s posts, but he could never get a clear look at his face—he was almost always wearing a hat. Then, when he first saw him tagged on JK’s story, he immediately clicked the mentioned account. However, to his bad luck, it was private, even his Facebook account. Kaya nang marinig niya kanina na ito ang magiging kasama ng pinsan niya ay hindi na siya nagdalawang isip pa para sumama.

His tanned skin. His eyes. His eyebrows. And even his lips. Everything looked so familiar now that he was seeing him up close.

Kasalukuyang naka-suot ng long-sleeve polo si Mingyu, halatang galing pa sa opisina. May ilang butones na naka-bukas at naka-tupi naman ang sleeves nito, kaya halata ang mga mabisig niyang braso, habang maigi rin niyang tinititigan ang nasa harap niya, tila sinusubukang alalahanin kung ni-minsan ba ay nakita na niya ito.

Gosh. He’s so pogi!

Nang tuluyan nang makilala at makita ang matagal nang bumabagabag sa isipan niya, hindi na siya nagpalampas ng pagkakataon na sumama sa pinsan tuwing may labas kasama ang mga kaibigan, upang mas makilala niya ito. Wala naman kaso kay JK ang pagsama nito sakanila; sa totoo lang, natutuwa pa nga itong isama sa mga lakad nila, kasi matagal na rin simula nung huling beses silang nagsama.

Nung bata pa kasi si Wonwoo at wala pa siyang mga kaibigan, madalas niyang kalaro ang pinsan—kumbaga, naging bonding na rin nila ni Wonwoo tuwing lumalabas sila kasama ang mga kaibigan nito.

Present time

“Say that again,” Mingyu said, his voice almost trembling.

Wonwoo slowly turned his body to face the older before replying, softly but firmly, “Kuya Minmin.”

And when that drawing captivated his eyes, it was the only time he got to confirm all his hunches—the drawing he had given him before they left the country. That drawing was a reminder of how they first met and became friends.

Finally, standing in front of him, Wonwoo realized it was really him—the Mingyu who had once defended him from those who bullied him. Every memory of their childhood—the laughter, the shared toys, the words he hadn’t fully understood before—rushed back all at once.

“It… It’s me. Nonu.”

Mingyu’s world seemed to slow down at those words. He swallowed hard, his throat tightening as tears began to spill from his eyes. Each syllable carried a weight that shook his very core, unlocking memories he had tucked away yet never truly forgotten.

So that explains everything—the subdivision where Wonwoo and his family lived, and the fact that Wonwoo had once mentioned they chose to buy a house there because of special memories tied to that place. It also explains the familiar smile Wonwoo always wore, the way it struck him with déjà vu every single time. And even the way the younger would casually call him Min—a name that stirred echoes in his heart, a voice he had been yearning for all these years without realizing it.

Mingyu couldn’t stop himself any longer. He reached forward and pulled Wonwoo into a tight embrace, arms trembling as if afraid the younger would vanish again the moment he let go. His tears fell freely now, soaking into Wonwoo’s shoulder, but he didn’t care.

“Nonu,” he whispered against his ear, voice breaking. “All these years…akala ko hindi na talaga kita makikita uli.”

Wonwoo’s chest ached at the raw emotion in his tone. Slowly, he wrapped his own arms around Mingyu, returning the embrace just as tightly. “I’m here, Kuya Minmin. I came back, like I promised you. Hinding hindi na uli ako aalis…”

“God…” Mingyu choked out, his voice muffled against Wonwoo’s shoulder. “Lagi kong pinagdadasal noon na sana umuwi ka na agad, na sana makita na uli kita.”

His grip tightened, as though letting go would mean losing him all over again.

“I-I tried to find you, to look for you. Lahat ng kakilala kong nagpupunta sa Canada, tinatanungan ko baka sakali na may kilala silang Nonu o Wonwoo but I always, always fail,” he added, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and lingering heartache.

“Shh… I’m here na, Kuya,” Wonwoo whispered softly, brushing away the tears that streaked down the older’s face.

The room seemed to quiet around them, as if the world itself held its breath for this moment. Years of distance, unanswered questions, and unspoken longing all dissolved in that single embrace. What remained was the undeniable truth: fate had led them back to each other—two souls that had always been meant to find their way home.

They stayed locked in each other’s arms for a few more minutes, savoring the silence, savoring the warmth—making up for all the moments and years that had been stolen from them. Eventually, Mingyu carried Wonwoo toward the kitchen, as the younger said he couldn’t walk properly and gently settled him onto the counter as if afraid he might break. While Mingyu busied himself preparing for their breakfast, they talked, voices overlapping with laughter, tears, and countless stories they had kept buried in their hearts.

Mingyu moved around the kitchen with ease, one hand occasionally reaching out to steady Wonwoo on the counter as if he couldn’t stand to lose touch. Then he began to cook what he had chosen to Wonwoo’s liking for their breakfast—eggs, fried rice, and bacon. He cracked the eggs into the pan, the faint sizzle filling the air, while Wonwoo sat watching him with quiet fascination

It felt surreal—seeing Mingyu like this, shirtless in nothing but boxers, hair still messy from sleep, yet looking so effortlessly at home. Wonwoo found himself smiling unconsciously, his chin resting on his palm. “You’re really cooking for me, huh?” he teased, his voice soft.

Mingyu chuckled, glancing back at him with a grin. “Of course. I owe you years’ worth of breakfasts, Nonu.”

That simple nickname made Wonwoo’s heart flutter all over again. He bit his lip, suddenly shy, but couldn’t take his eyes off the older man. Every small movement, every stolen glance, felt like a promise finally fulfilled.

Mingyu, on the other hand, kept sneaking little gestures whenever he could—brushing Wonwoo’s hair back from his face, kissing his temple when he passed by to grab something, and even pinching his cheek playfully when the younger looked too dreamy staring at him.

“Stop staring,” Mingyu said with a laugh, though his ears turned a shade of red.

“Can’t help it,” Wonwoo replied honestly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I still can’t believe it’s you. That we’re really here.”

Mingyu set the spatula down for a moment and leaned in close, his forehead pressing gently against Wonwoo’s. “Believe it,” he murmured, smiling through the last traces of tears. “You’re home now. With me.”

Habang patuloy na pinapanood ni Wonwoo si Mingyu na nagluluto, biglang may naalala ang binata. Bahagya siyang umupo nang mas tuwid sa ibabaw ng counter, nagniningning ang mga mata sa ideyang pumasok sa isip niya.

“Didn’t you tell me you were going to say something last night?” tanong nito.

Mingyu glanced up from the pan, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Right. Sasabihin ko sana yun paghinatid kita sainyo, but things happened. I want to tell you—” he hesitated, then added with a soft laugh, “—that I like you, Wonwoo.”

Kaagad namula ang mukha ni Wonwoo nang marinig iyon, kaya’t napadampot siya sa laylayan ng suot niyang damit at pinaglaruan ito—isang gawi niyang hindi nawala kahit lumipas ang panahon. Saglit siyang nanahimik, bago muling nagsalita.

"Do... do you think if I wasn't the same person whom you keep seeing every time you and Kuya JK meet up, do you think you will still end up with that person instead of me?" Wonwoo hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Napatingin si Mingyu sa kanya at saka nagpakawala ng malalim na buntong-hininga, hindi dahil nahirapan siyang sagutin, kundi dahil alam niyang totoo ang takot sa likod ng tanong.

Napaisip siya bago muling nagsalita. "I honestly don't know what would happen if things were different, Wonwoo. But I would like to believe that this... this is the way of the universe telling us that we are meant to be together."

Mahinhin ngunit tapat ang tinig ni Mingyu. There was no rush in the way he spoke, only sincerity—genuine and unshaken.

Wonwoo smiled at him, as if agreeing with the older before he spoke again.

“This,” he said, gesturing to the counter where he sat, “I want to always sit here—at the countertop—watching you cook for us while we talk about our days.”

“Hmm?” Mingyu replied, tilting his head, confusion melting into curiosity.

“I mean,” Wonwoo hurried on, voice small and earnest, “I want us to be like this forever—beside each other. I want you too, Kuya Min. So much.”

Mingyu’s expression melted. For a moment, he simply stared at Wonwoo, then the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile that crinkled his eyes. Ibinaba niya muna ang spatula na hawak at saka panandalian pinatay ang stove bago niya ipinunas ang mga kamay sa twalya na naka sabit sa gilid at pumwesto sa harap ng binata.

“You really mean that?” he asked quietly.

Wonwoo nodded, eyes shining. “Yes, I really mean it. And you know what? All those years we lived in Canada, little by little, I learned what the words I love you really meant. I love you, Kuya Minmin.”

Hinaplos ni Mingyu ang pisngi ni Wonwoo gamit ang isang kamay, saka marahang hinawi ng hinlalaki ang bakas ng luha na hindi niya namalayang kanina pa pala nito pinipigilan. “I love you too, Wonwoo. So much. Stay with me. Let’s make every morning like this.”

Wonwoo laughed, a little breathless and very happy. “No need to ask me.”

Mingyu leaned in and kissed him—soft, sure, full of the promise that had just been spoken—then rested his forehead against Wonwoo’s. The sizzling eggs and the morning light bore witness to the quiet, ordinary beginning of something that felt anything but ordinary.

Habang kumakain ay patuloy pa din sila nag uusap, nabanggit ni Wonwoo na hindi na siya babalik pa ng Canada ngayon na nahanap na niya ang nakatatanda. Kung tutuusin, puwede na siyang hindi sumama sa mga magulang niya pabalik ng bansa noon at magsimula na lang magtrabaho sa Canada. Pero pinili niyang bumalik—umaasang baka palarin siya at matagpuan si Mingyu habang tumutulong muna sa kaniyang mga magulang. At kung sakali mang hindi sila pagtagpuin ng tadhana, ay handa na siyang bumalik agad sa Canada. But now, sitting across Mingyu, hearing his laughter and feeling his presence so close—he knew. He had made the right choice.

And just like that, the kitchen no longer felt like a place for cooking. It felt like the heart of something new, something they had both been waiting for all their lives.

After eating, they spent the rest of the morning curled up on the couch, watching a few movies together. The hours slipped by in easy laughter and quiet comfort until it was finally time to bring Wonwoo back home.

Mingyu drove him there, the ride filled with soft conversations and lingering glances that neither of them wanted to end. After dropping Wonwoo off, Mingyu headed back to his unit. As soon as he stepped inside, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick message—just to let the younger know he had arrived safely.

Mingyu

Condo na po, baby 😊

I miss you : (

aa. baby 🐈‍⬛

so oa kuya min! we spent the

whole night together na nga

Exactly. Kulang pa rin eh. Ako nalang

bubuhay sayo baby, dito ka nalang sakin.

I want that too, kuya. Soon 😽

Do we tell them about us na ba baby?

Yes! But leave it to me 😉

Pagkatapos mabasa ang huling mensahe na ipinadala ng binata, panandalian munang ibinaba ni Mingyu ang telepono sa sofa upang maligo. Mingyu didn’t take long in the shower. The rich scent of sandalwood and fresh citrus from his favorite shampoo—clean yet warm, a fragrance he cherished—lingered in the steam as he worked it into his hair. After scrubbing his body with care and rinsing under the soothing warmth of the water, he finally stepped out and headed toward his room to change. A towel was wrapped around his waist, while another rested over his shoulders as he ruffled through his damp hair. But the instant he opened the door of his room, he froze in his tracks when the familiar ding of a notification broke the silence and echoed through the room.

itswonwoo posted.

His heart skipped. Without hesitation, he swiped the screen open, still drying his hair with one hand. The moment he saw the post, his lips curved into a smile he couldn’t fight even if he tried.

It was a photo Wonwoo had taken earlier —their photo. Nakaakap si Mingyu mula sa likod habang nakapatong ang kanyang baba sa balikat ng binata, tila ba ninanamnam ang katahimikan at lapit nila sa isa’t isa. At sa ibaba ng larawan ay may isang simpleng mensahe—maikli lamang, ngunit sapat na upang lalo pang palambutin ang kanyang puso at mag-iwan ng init na dumaloy hanggang sa kanyang dibdib.

“After years of longing for each other, we finally made it here. I love you so much, Kuya Min.”

Mingyu exhaled softly, a laugh slipping out between the warmth rising in his chest. He tapped the heart button without a second thought, then typed out his reply, fingers lingering over each word as if to seal the promise behind them.

mingyuk_97

I love you too, baby. 💜

taehkim

Omg! Make kwento to us soon Wonnie! Congrats!

jeonjk

ANO?

ANONG I LOVE YOU???

@mingyuk_97 MAG REPLY KA

hannieyoon

Congrats bestie! You two look so good together!

joshong

congrats, bro & wonwoo!

cheolchoi

single no more na ang pare namin!

yourbboo

congrats lovie!

bambambam

yown di na sya torpe, ‘grats sainyo erp!

─── ⋆⋅🎱⋅⋆ ───

JK, Wonwoo, Mingyu

JK

HOY TANGINAMO
@mingyu BAKA GUSTO

MO MAG EXPLAIN

Wonwoo

Kuya jk, chill.

We’re in a relationship na, ok?

JK

ANONG CHILL

PANO? KELAN PA? EH ILANG BUWAN

PALANG KAYO MAGKAKILALA

Mingyu

Sakit naman sa mata ng mga chat mo.

JK

ANG DAMI KONG SINABI AYAN
LANG SAGOT MO

Wonwoo

Believe me, kuya, we’ve known each other

for sooooo long already

JK
???????

Wonwoo

Remember the time when I told

you that I was also looking for

someone here? It’s him, kuya!

JK
WTH?!!

Kaya ba nag request ka sakin

na kakausapin mo siya nun?

Wonwoo

Exactly!

JK

Taena dun pa talaga tapos

ang tagal tagal niyo pa don,

laki tuloy ng binayaran ko

Mingyu

😂

JK

Tatawa tawa mo jan?

Ba’t, ano ba talaga ginawa niyo?

Wonwoo

We just talked!

JK

Wait

Bakit nga pala nasa condo

ka niyan @wonwoo? San ka umuwi kagabi?

Wonwoo

Uhh

JK
TANGINA NAMAN

ANONG GINAWA MO JAN
@mingyu

Mingyu

I invoke my rights to self-incrimination

JK

KAYA PALA IIKA IKA
KANINA SAKA PURO CHIKININI
YAN NUNG NAGKITA KAYO NOON

ANG SABI MALAMOK DAW

EH CLOSED SAKA DE-AIRCON YON

Mingyu

Hi cousin-in-law 😊

JK

ULOL

Mingyu added Taehyung

Mingyu

Welcome Taeh!

Taehyung

HI LOVE BIRDS!

love @JK why ganiyan ka naman

mag chat! Be nice ha!

JK

Yes love 🥰

Mingyu

HAHAHAHHAHAAHA TIKLOP

JK

Magintay ka lang @mingyu

Mingyu and Jungkook talked privately. With all honesty, Mingyu explained to his friend that his intentions toward Wonwoo were clear and pure. He admitted that he couldn’t promise there would never be moments of hurt—after all, fights in a relationship were normal—but with quiet conviction, he assured Jungkook that he would do everything in his power to never truly wound Wonwoo, nor ever allow anyone else to. More than anything, Mingyu wanted to protect him, to give Wonwoo the kind of love and security he had always deserved.

Ganoon din ang sinabi niya sa mga magulang ni Wonwoo nang pumunta ito sakanila kinabukasan upang pormal na magpaalam sa pamilya nito para ligawan siya, his voice steady as he promised them, too, that their son would never have to doubt the sincerity of his love.