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"Minnie…" 

After bidding his farewell from the room with a roll of his eyes, Minhyuk came in. 

"Minnie, it's not like what you saw. I- I can explain," Sehun assuaged shaking his head. He took Minhyuk's hands in his. 

The mound of laved clothes plunged on the floor. Smell of fabric softener marred the very small, frowsty atmosphere of that room. 

"Wooshik hyung only came here to give me the keys. You can believe me. Please." 

Minhyuk was starting to get drunk, he could feel the excessive dryness in his mouth. "I think I'm going to be hungover," he with his narrowed eyes looked askance at Sehun, "From your words."

"Huh?" He pointed at himself, "Because of my words?" The fretting aspect he showed earlier now transitioned to perplexity. 

"I know Sir came here to give the keys," Minhyuk was not expecting Sehun to say those things, "I bought some clothes for you."

When Minhyuk sat on his haunches to pile up those, Sehun imitated, "Let me help you," his hand held the lamp, with his right reaching to the shambles. 

When Sehun saw Minhyuk being too mute, with only infrequent 'Hmms' and 'Yes', he asked, 

"Why are you crying?" 

Minhyuk reframed his thoughts, "I'm drunk." 

"Why are you crying?" Sehun was grim and forbidding in his actions. 

Minhyuk studied Sehun with his eyes, he hiccupped, "Ugh, sorry!" he absurdly sniggered. 

"Why are you avoiding the question, huh?" Sehun let him have it, "You know a thing? Yang Sehun isn't used to being ignored, he is always the main character," he laid into Minhyuk. "Tell me why are you crying?" He susurrated. 

"My mouth is dry, Eve. Can you help me?" Minhyuk lounged on the floor, "Your lips seem too steamy right now," his words were too breathy. 

Minhyuk's tuxedo already had the inceptive unbuttoned, Sehun couldn't desist from acts of ardor. His claws peeled off the outer layer of Minhyuk. 

Sehun went on all his fours over Minhyuk's abs, holding down to the floor. 

Time stopped in a collision of senses when Sehun's lip met Minhyuk's. Minhyuk's fingers sank in Sehun's skin with a mind of their own. Sehun made a throaty sound. 

To Minhyuk, Sehun's kisses were black holes pulling him in until all gravity is lost under his touch. 

Minhyuk turned over with Sehun under him, drinking in Sehun's alcoholic fragrance. In a gently receptive and inviting way, Minhyuk's lips were slightly opened. With his sinful hands, he ripped Sehun out of those black drawstring trousers. 

Sehun moaned every time Minhyuk would massage Sehun's butt, and be buried into his neck, sucking it ruthlessly. Sehun's collarbone turned every shade of red.

Strained, Sehun pulled those blue barnets as he groaned from pain, with his clammy frame squirming. Holding Minhyuk's neck tightly, he gave Minhyuk a boot with his bare feet at the stomach. 

Minhyuk was sent some few millimeters away.

"What did you think? I'm so easily obtainable, huh?" After one enticing smirk Sehun turned the knob of that lamp ; The room was dark everywhere. "Find me if you can!"

Minhyuk was feeling his trousers getting tighter. His face was getting hot and hotter. He thought the room was in the least not opaque, even if dark, finding his 'Eve' wouldn't be too much work. He was awfully wrong. 

The procedure began. He casted about the room fanatically, stumbling on the clothes he bought very often, his thighs contracting more and more, "Eve! Eve! Eve, please come to me, I- I'm-" 

He heard no responses. 

"You can't do this to me after exciting me," a sweat bead trickled down his nape, "Can I not even get hints? This is urge- Arghh! STOP TEASING ME!!!"

Minhyuk heard a whistling for a split millisecond. Aside from the two of them, there was no prospect of someone else being there. 

"Is it your hint?"

"Once more," Minhyuk paid a great deal of attention. He was on his toes, and he was too resolute to have his victory over Sehun. 

He heard Sehun whistling a second time, the tune of I'm Gonna Make You Mine by Lou Christie. This time it was continual, unabating. 

Minhyuk's knees hit the edge of their divan, stockpile of those clothes dispersed in the sight of it, "I've got you, baby," the sound of Sehun's alluring whistle turned more prominent. Minhyuk tilted his head and delved into that rickle. It stopped.

He discerned 'Eve' sank his head on the middle of Sehun's knees.

"You can whistle so damn well! I'm impressed," Minhyuk stroked his brown locks, "Except for Daeseong and Kiara, we all can do this art. But, those are nothing compared to yours."

Once Sehun didn't bring his head up, or stared upwards at him, Minhyuk was concerned,

"Eve?"

An euphonious, lulling whistling pealed out in the air around Minhyuk. It started again. Minhyuk felt the blood drain from his face, and knew exactly where it was going instead. He kept beholding Sehun like he has never been any more infatuated before.

Sehun's head came upon to converge towards the older's eyes, little by little. Then, with those sinister eyes he looked right through Minhyuk's soul. Sehun's arms were enclasping his knees, their knuckles engaged. His wet lips were puckered, with his mouth vaguely open in an 'O', and from that vent created from his lips, the ecstatic melody arose. Sehun very skilfully knew how to whistle breathlessly, which didn't help Minhyuk with his erection at all.

Minhyuk held his breath to see his 'Eve' being so raunchy, so crude, deliberately. At that, Minhyuk fuse his fingers into steely clamps.

Four pairs of eyes stared brazenly into each other, but Minhyuk was drawn in closer, always wanting for more. The tune persistent through his mouth, Sehun wiggled both eyebrows independently and winked at Minhyuk when he was at unbuttoning the black Flannel to bare his Adam's apple. He beckoned to the elder with only his index, to move nearer to Sehun.

Eve called him to come closer to him, how can ever a Minnie forgo it? He careened around the corner of Sehun's lips, and calling a halt to that provocative whistle, he smashed their lips together. Minhyuk fed on his Eve's perfectly carved lips ravenously.

Sehun garlanded his own arms around Minhyuk's scruff, with a smirk, "Wasn't it fun? Not telling me the truth and having to…" the simper still plastered. 

Minhyuk carried Sehun ; bridal style or princess carry, name might be at odds with, the procedure isn't. "Now daddy will show you what a real punishment is, babyboy," his eyes talking evil, his lips lustfull. 

"I want to do so many dirty things with you," he walked them to the cot and put Sehun down on it. Minhyuk's lips quirked and he began lifting up Sehun's hem of the shirt which was none but his own black chequered Flannel. 

Sehun grabbed the packet of cigarettes beside him, and tamped it on his palm. Minhyuk continued to sensually strip Eve off his shirt. Sehun removed a cigarette and held it in his classic style, putting the filtered end in his mouth. Immediately as he reached for the lighter, Minhyuk snatched it away. 

"Wha- give it back," Sehun wrestled with the Herculean, "Ahh why?" 

"Lie back down, lie down," Minhyuk chortled, flumping on Sehun. Sehun went back to his former posture, the cigarette put between his pair of teeth, not lustrous but not dull. 

Minhyuk brought the lighter to its tip, and Sehun sucked it. When he had pulled a little smoke into his mouth, Minhyuk removed the cigarette from Sehun's mushy pair of lips, to put it in between his own. At that time Sehun frenched to take the smoke into his lungs, he knew how to avoid an irritation of his throat. 

Minhyuk, in that instance, inhaled the smoke. His throat felt a little tingling and burning, triggering the cough reflex, for he has quit smoking for a long time now, but Minhyuk didn't regret it. 

Sehun blew the smoke out, "Didn't you quit?" 

"I want to get at it again," Minhyuk afterwards said, again pressing the cigarette back in Sehun's mouth. 

"Why would you want to get back to a bad habit?" He kept canoodling with Minhyuk, cuddling him impassioned. 

"Bad habits aren't easy to let go, Eve! Just like you," his wet kisses bathed Sehun. 

"What are you trying to imply?" 

"You."

"Me?"

They made their tongues fight inside, the fine trickles of spit bartered. 

"You are my bad habit. And we all are devoted to our bad habits."

The room was full to overflowing with the onomatopoeia of smooches, and a fever that couldn't be defined. 

Those piles of clothes stayed as they were, with Minhyuk and Sehun's clothes meshed in them. 

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"Sorry, sorry baby, very sorry," her brown deep wavy hair cascaded to her waist, feet inside Chelsea, "Are you angry…baby?" 

Wooshik took a look at his wristwatch, "We were supposed to meet at 8.30 sharp. It is 11. What do you expect?" He was very drowsy, the previous night he hadn't slept at all due to work. Grubbing about in newspaper cuttings to find out hotshot jail inmates to nominate one to be his worker, he didn't get any sleep. 

"I was running errands, sorry," Liea pouted. "Can you not be so harsh on your girlfriend?" A murmur came from her. 

"Stop this nonsense Liea! I didn't want to take you with me in the first place, you wanted to come along!!" 

"Alright baby! I won't do it again," she locked their arms, "Let's go now," she pecked on Wooshik's lips. 

"Are you going to take me to your new applicant?" Liea leaned over his shoulder. 

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"It's Sunday, our regular day off," Chris spoke sky-high, "I hope I don't have any work today." 

"Don't talk like you work on the other days," Joon remarked, "No slacker can compete with you." 

Chris aimed his can of beer at him. 

"No, but if Chris hyung is made to go to the gay bar, I think…" 

"Eve!! Not you too," Chris was sulking, puffing his lips with air. 

Sehun hid his grin behind the can of Soju. He knew very well what was up and Chris knew what Sehun meant. Sehun has always been too meticulous and scarily clever. 

"Aren't we going to meet her today, Eve?" Joon put down the can, it was coffee. He was maybe one of those rare percentages who was intolerant to alcohol.

"She won't be home today and don't expect any help from her husband," Sehun tossed the enquiry, "If we have to go to the bar, morning is the last time I would choose to carry out. And noon lies even behind it." 

They heard the door creak open. Wooshik trundled in. They stood up, bowed their heads and hailed to their Captain. Except for one!! 

Wooshik didn't face up from his phone, "Tell Minnie to get me a whiskey," and he headed to the stairway, his eyes still stuck to the device.

"Minnie is asleep." 

Wooshik looked at him, "Is it? Then you get me one."

Sehun rolled his eyes, "On the table," he said and sipped through his own can. 

As speculated by others, Wooshik should have taken the can and left. But it was not the case. Wooshik came to rest on a chair opposite to the sofa, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. 

"Uhm, I have got something to tell." 

The trepidation settled in all of their chests, leaving out Yang Sehun, although. They looked at each other with highly strung eyes.

"Don't worry pals," Wooshik laughed, "It is nothing serious." 

"Wh- what is it?" Chris picked his nails, his head hung low with eyes squeezed shut. He stuttered. 

"Because my work ran hitchless today, I want to treat you all to fried chicken and beer. Mocktail for you, Joon!" 

The hall broke in a rapturous applaud. All the members were stunned but in seventh heaven. 

Yet, amid all the boys, the only one Wooshik was staring at with a latent smile, without care what it became about was the boy with brown hair, clothed in an ivory high neck sweater and grey sweatpants- Yang Sehun. 

Minhyuk couldn't condone anyone else staring at his Eve like he does, like he did. Sehun wasn't looking at all, he was maybe not even aware. But standing on the stairs, looking at Wooshik staring at his Eve, Minhyuk felt a strange, convincing hostility.

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