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[ 🥀 c - junhao ] L.O.V.E

TAG: what junhao were up to in china
or just junhao kind of missing warm bodies

just a heads up, every paragraph break is a new scenario :)) it's meant to sound like one instance but it's different times/days , hope it's not too confusing.

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minghao saw a video recently. hotel could have-been. he looked at junhui, striding in front of him. luggage wheels silenced by dense carpet, hair a new matte black and cropped the way his director wanted.

"it's a shame," minghao murmured in korean as their bodies hugged close. he played with the shorter strands, feeling the spikiness. junhui's arms wrapped around minghao's waist like they're meant to be there. they swayed to a silent quartet. "you don't like it?" junhui brought minghao's mind back to their position. minghao replied honestly and it made junhui laugh.

"you're missing someone?" minghao asked from his bed. how he wished they had just gotten one big bed. he bookmarked his book and set it on their shared bedside table. junhui sighed, scrolling through his phone, "no."

minghao sauntered over to junhui, silk pajama set barely even worn properly. he made a bounce in the mattress that sprang junhui to shut off his phone and watch his bandmate crawl over to him so sultry, so dangerous, so delicious... junhui reached out a hand and minghao's right jaw fit nicely as he moved in closer. his hands were either side of junhui's stomach, his knees manipulating cloth either side of and in-between junhui's sweatpants-clad legs, all moving up and up. their faces were still, taking in all the other was and all the other stood for. calculating every breath and every thought that has ever occured in their lifetimes together.

and then they were kids again, having a staring competition with the support of members in training. they were scrawnier, more rounded and had a more innocent sparkle in their eyes. their members' shouting was deafening but neither wanted to lose. pride in front of hundred- maybe even thousands- of views was on the line. "jia you!" the members have always been supportive and inclusive. minghao blinked. junhui smirked among the chaos, "i win."

minghao received a drunken kiss, lips tingling with his own choice of poison. his body pressed impossibly close to junhui's, the other's arms wrapped tightly around his waist so he'd never leave. minghao softly groaned at how needy junhui was being, after having come back from a shoot. his hands grabbed junhui's still-damp hair, bunching up finger-fuls as leverage to pull him in even closer to taste him more and feel him more. minghao needed more.

"are you missing somebody?" it was junhui's turn to ask. minghao brought himself back into reality from zoning out into the mid-morning sunlight, "no." junhui looked out the window and then back at his clasped hands. he looked nervous to tell something, toes bouncing up and down. "i kind of miss a warm body," junhui said, leaning back. minghao processed it, "what does that mean?" he put down his tea cup. "am i not your warm body?" he placed his arms on junhui's thigh, resting his cheek on them and looking into junhui's eyes. the other gave a small smile and some birds chirped in delight. junhui reached out to card through minghao's hair. it also got cropped, but it wasn't as drastic a change as his. "you're more than that, minghao."

"what am i then?" their nights never seemed to end without a proper goodnight. it was hard to see each other look so worn, yet it sparked some kind of flame within each other every time. one ended up thrashing and pleading to just end it all but the other never liked to give in. junhui leaned down, trickle of sweat running down the side of his face, eyes glowing with a new emotion minghao had never seen up close. cheeks flushed pink, he read the emotion letter by letter...

"you're my warm body."

and it spelt out love.

so minghao slinked a hand behind junhui's head and pulled him in so quick, junhui almost lost his balance. minghao couldn't help but to giggle against junhui's lips, embarrassment finally catching up to him. he felt like a teenager again, feeling giddy love for the first time. his head spun, his heart burst and his mind only focused on loving junhui the way he should be for the rest of his life.

he spent the night warm under junhui's bed, curled up next to him. they held hands through the night and minghao was sure junhui kept waking up when their hands inevitably disconnected. he truly was minghao's little cat.

maybe minghao would've been fine being just junhui's warm body. but he knew it would've killed him if he never got the chance to be more than that. so for the first night in a while, junhui and minghao slept perfectly dry and not sweaty, the most secure type of love tucked away in their hearts to share with each other in the little things for days, weeks, months, years and lifetimes to come.

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uh YEAH they're in love 😵‍💫 inspired somehow by watching junhao's return on gose n completely forgetting how touchy svt are 😓