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[ c - minwon ] cosmo

TAG: minwon relive their cosmo shoot

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"hyung, everyone's out."

wonwoo chuckles, closing his book after marking the page. mingyu stands there at his door, black sweater and pants on. he holds blue and black fabric and holds a box. wonwoo knows exactly what this is.

"even the earrings?" mingyu breaks into the cutest smile and nods. "everything."

wonwoo shakes his head as he gets off his bed, "i didn't think you were serious."

see, after wonwoo and mingyu's cosmopolitan magazine shoot with seungkwan and seokmin, mingyu threw his arm around wonwoo. changed out of their photoshoot clothes, they returned to their dressed-down summery outfits. wonwoo asked what mingyu seemed so energetic about.

"wasn't it fun?"

wonwoo almost tripped walking back to the car, "it was."

"don't you wish we could do it again?"

wonwoo laughed, "sure,"

"i didn't think you were serious." wonwoo repeats, now working on their hair. mingyu scoffs, "of course i was- can you help me?" he whines, pouting at wonwoo after failing to copy what their stylist did.

wonwoo looks at the picture and attempts to get it done right. he, too, fails. "fuck this. i'll just- do it myself."

but wonwoo rarely swears.

he does mingyu's hair in a way that he liked the most. "what do you think?"

"damn, this is so... sexy." mingyu laughs. wonwoo locks eyes with him in the mirror, "that's how i saw you."

the earrings go on. the jewelry sitting pretty on them. wonwoo wishes for a bigger mirror. mingyu asks if taking pictures would be a good idea. he catches wonwoo zoning out and fiddling with the necklace he's wearing.

"hyung...?"

wonwoo meets his eyes, his hand pauses on the pendant.

"mingyu...?"

mingyu reaches forward, eyes trained on the pendant and wonwoo's hand. he occasionally flicks his gaze up and down to wonwoo's eyes to check his reaction as he finally wraps his hand around wonwoo's. he lets mingyu take the pendant. he hooks the chain around his pointer finger and gently tugs wonwoo forward as he leans a little backward.

click! click!

remember?

mingyu's hand drops the chain for favour of wonwoo's jaw.

some kind of silence settles on them. like there's an unspoken question in the air:

what will happen next?

wonwoo remembers. the tension was so strong back then, in front of a crowd of strangers and friends. their smiles still stayed on, as professional as they were. wonwoo remembers laughing but it was out of nervousness. he remembers locking eyes with mingyu for split seconds at a time. and every time he did, he remembers feeling giddy and shaky and unstable.

but now they're in the privacy of their apartment, their bathroom. no one else is home. no one else is here to witness what they do.

what will happen next?

"are some things best left unspoken, kim mingyu?"

...

wonwoo feels mingyu's skin grow warm with each passing second. maybe this is his way of answering the question.

it's an eternity when mingyu finally comes closer, that wonwoo can finally slightly lift his hand off the sink counter and rest it on mingyu's arm.

"you're..."

wonwoo can almost hear mingyu's heart beating, or maybe it's his own.

some things are better left unsaid.