Alexithymia - Minchan

As they stepped out of the dimly lit room, Minho came to a sudden halt. Chan turned back, raising an eyebrow.

"I am not letting you fuck me... just because—" Minho's voice wavered, and he bit his lip. His eyes glistened, threatening to spill over.

'Pathetic,' Chan thought. He tilted his head, expression void of sympathy. He sighed. 'Then why waste my time?' The words were at the tip of his tongue, but he held them back. Minho was a trophy he was determined to win. So, instead of letting his irritation show, he softened his features.

'If not tonight, then maybe in the future.'

Chan stepped forward, pulling Minho into a hug, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against his back. It didn't take long before he felt dampness seeping into his silk shirt, Minho's body trembling against his own. Chan's patience was wearing thin, but he remained still, allowing the man in his arms to crumble. The sobs were silent, yet Chan could feel the erratic rise and fall of Minho's chest. He sighed inwardly, keeping up the act.

Once Minho calmed down a little, Chan guided him towards his car. Minho slid into the passenger seat wordlessly, and Chan handed him a bottle of water and a packet of tissues.

Minho gulped down the water before dabbing at his tear-streaked face with a tissue. Under the dim light of the parking lot, Chan observed him closely. Even after crying—after completely breaking down—Minho looked breathtaking. His lips, flushed from the wine, his eyes red-rimmed and glossy, his skin glowing in the faint yellow glow of the streetlamps. Beautiful.

Chan smirked. He wasn't going to give up before tasting this fine thing.

Once Minho was composed, Chan decided to push his luck. "So?" His voice was laced with faux curiosity, but his intentions were clear.

Minho scoffed, sharp and unimpressed. "Don't make me repeat myself. You can go back inside and fish for a new one—someone who actually wants to sleep with you."

Minho reached for the car door handle, but Chan was faster, grabbing his wrist. "Okay, okay. No fucking. Let's go somewhere. I know a place."

Minho eyed him warily before eventually nodding.

Chan drove in silence. The only sounds were the soft hum of the engine and Minho's occasional sniffles. Chan pretended not to notice.

"I never cry..." Minho murmured, voice small, as he wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

Chan glanced at him briefly before turning back to the road. "Well, I'm not going to tell anyone."

"You better not." Minho huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

An hour passed before they finally reached their destination. It was a run-down neighborhood, quiet and nearly abandoned. The remnants of old houses stood like ghosts against the night sky, their walls scorched and broken.

Minho eyed the area skeptically. "You're not kidnapping me, are you?" he asked, his voice still thick with the remnants of tears.

Chan chuckled, finding the vulnerability almost cute. "Relax, princess. I'm not that kind of guy."

He parked in front of what was once a house, now just a burned-out skeleton of a home.

Minho frowned. "What is this place? Is it your house?"

Chan clicked his tongue. "Used to be." He shoved his hands into his pockets and gestured towards the structure. "Come on. The rooftop's still decent. Got a stash of snacks. And soju."

Minho followed him hesitantly. "How did it happen?"

"Not important info. Let's go." Chan dismissed the question quickly.

The rooftop was quiet, almost serene. There were few streetlights in the neighborhood, allowing the sky to stretch above them in an endless display of stars. It was breathtaking, almost unreal. Minho froze at the sight.

"Pretty, right?" Chan said, watching Minho's face.

Minho nodded, eyes fixed on the sky.

Chan pulled out a chair from a forgotten corner and gestured for Minho to sit. He did, and Chan soon joined him with a small collection of drinks and snacks.

Minho grabbed a can of beer and took a long sip. "Thank you," he mumbled.

Chan said nothing, just watched.

"I don't know what I would have done if I was alone tonight," Minho admitted quietly.

Chan took a sip of his own drink, then smirked. "Well, you can pay me with a kiss."

Minho chuckled, shaking his head. "Just when I thought you were halfway decent."

Chan shrugged. But before he could respond, Minho moved—suddenly straddling Chan's lap, his arms looping around his neck.

Chan barely had time to react before Minho crashed their lips together. The kiss was anything but gentle—it was raw, filled with the sharp taste of beer and unspoken emotions. Minho's fingers tangled into Chan's hair, gripping tight as if grounding himself, while Chan's hands instinctively slid to Minho's waist, pulling him closer.

Minho's lips were softer than Chan had imagined, but the way he kissed was rough, demanding. His teeth grazed against Chan's lower lip before he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside without hesitation. Chan groaned low in his throat, responding with equal fervor, his hands roaming over Minho's back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Their breaths grew heavier, their movements more feverish—Minho tilting his head to fit their mouths together perfectly, Chan pressing up, wanting more. The air around them pulsed with heat, the world outside the rooftop fading into irrelevance.

They pulled apart just enough for their foreheads to rest together, panting. Chan licked his lips, eyes dark with hunger.

Minho smirked, but there was a warning in his gaze. "Don't look at me like that. Not fucking."

Then he stood, moving back to his chair as if nothing had happened.

Chan exhaled sharply, chuckling to himself. He could wait. He was good at that.

They didn't talk much after that. Minho nursed his beer in silence, and soon enough, he dozed off, his body curled up in the chair. Chan watched him, eyes trailing over his sleeping form.

Beautiful. Even like this.

Chan pulled out a blanket from his stash and draped it over Minho. "Well, I won't be able to fuck him if he gets sick," he muttered to himself, settling back into his chair.

And just like that, their first night together came to an end.