𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 • 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

14; new, and a bit alarming

"good morning, hao!" mingyu barged in minghao's room, as colorful as ever. "how was the constellation commission with joshua hyung yesterday?! are—hao?!"

minghao turned around to face mingyu, tears in his eyes. mingyu was adorably surprised, immediately scurrying over to place his hands on minghao's cheeks.

"why are you crying?! did wonwoo hyung yell at you or something?! eh... might not be, but—hao!! no! stop crying! you're going to make me cry!" mingyu panicked, caressing minghao's face.

"why do people have so much sad stories, mingyu?" minghao asked, shoulders tense. "every time i meet someone and get to know them, i always learn something new, and something sad. why's that so?"

mingyu's gaze softens, and he frowns in an attempt to hold in his emotions. "aw, hao... do you need a hug?"

"i.. i don't understand how a hug can help."

mingyu smiles suddenly, and embraces minghao without warning. "it will help!"

the colorful artist hummed as he hugged minghao, rubbing his back slowly as the latter was just frozen. mingyu was slightly afraid that minghao would hurl him to the side or break his bones—but thankfully, he didn't.

it even surprised mingyu when minghao decided to hug back; placed his arms around mingyu's torso and depended all his weight on the taller. minghao refused to cry.

mingyu felt how comfortable it was being embraced by who once was someone who took away lives. it was so ironic. mingyu felt like minghao would've been someone like him if he was born and raised properly in zuivet.

it wasn't necessarily mingyu's duty to be here. but something, something was pulling him closer to minghao—and mingyu was scared that it was something seokmin and seungkwan were always teasing him about.

on the other hand, minghao wasn't scared of anything he was feeling towards mingyu. maybe it was because he didn't know what he was starting to feel for the latter, but nonetheless, minghao is open to feel and accept anything—mainly because he doesn't know what consequences certain things would give him.

of course, minghao wasn't scared. mingyu was nothing scary. mingyu was beautiful. he was full of colors, full of life, full of happiness.

"hao, i don't know why seungcheol brought you here." mingyu says. "but i'm happy he did."

mingyu was happy seungcheol did, even if it was for a cause they both wouldn't like.