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46. SVT Mingyu - Color me jealous

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3: "Please, don't leave."
30: "It's not what it looks like..."
2: "Have you lost your damn mind?!"
5: "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Member: mingyu ft. bffl wonwoo

Genre: slight angst // fluff // good ending

Word Count: 1845

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"If you're looking for Mingyu, he's not here. He went out with Seungcheol-hyung to get dinner," Wonwoo says, not sparing you a glance as you walk through the door, eyes focused on the book in his hand.

"I didn't even say anything?" You take off your shoes and place it beside the mess of a shoe rack; thirteen boys meant hundreds of pairs of shoes, and the pile of them on the floor provided enough evidence for that.

Wonwoo shrugs from his seat on the couch, turning a page. "You were thinking it." You scrunch your nose, not protesting because he wasn't wrong, and walk to join him on the soft, worn out couch.

Wonwoo is silent for the most part, the only sound filling the room are his pages turning, and at the speed he's reading he'd probably finish the book by tonight. He doesn't though; he instead places a bookmark between the pages he's on and sets the book down on the coffee table, directing his attention to you.

"When are you going to confess to him?" He asks, not bothering to beat around the bush or sugarcoat the question, because you've gotten yourself out of it too many times by sidetracking him. You look up from your phone, smiling uneasily.

"Uh, never?" Wonwoo throws his head back and groans at the response, using the palms of his hands to rub his face. "Wonwoo, I can't! I'll die. Seriously."

"Don't over-exaggerate. It's not like you've never confessed to someone before." He chuckles, expecting you to join him, but the expression on your face grows even more anxious. "You can't be serious. You haven't?"

"What do you mean?! The only person I've ever wanted to confess to is Mingyu!" You whine, audibly slapping your cheeks with your hands, attempting to conceal the pink spreading through them.

Wonwoo sinks into his seat, looking at you pitifully, arms crossed. "Well, you get the gist of it, right? Just... Say how you feel," he says with a shrug, as if it's the easiest thing in the world, like it's a piece of cake and he's already eating it.

The worry in your expression doesn't falter in the seconds he spends staring at you, and he sighs heavily when you shut your eyes and shake your head, refusing to accept the simplicity of the situation.

"Fine. Practice on me. I'm Mingyu, and you're you." He sits up, doing his best Mingyu impression, putting on an uncomfortable, toothy smile, going as far as messing up his hair and attempting to speak like him.

You can't take him seriously, laughing so hard you're on the verge of tears, so he stops, slouching back into his posture. "You two really are alike," Wonwoo grumbles, patting his fringe back into his place. He pulls his legs up and crosses them, turning to face you fully. "Go."

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Mingyu doesn't know what he's interrupting. His tunnel-vision pays no mind to the whining Chan, slipping past him complaining about the cold and how slow he is at taking off his shoes. His sole focus is on the two figures sitting on the couch, looking deeply at each other, sitting at a close proximity.

"I... I don't know how else to put this. I like you, a lot."

He doesn't know what comes over him; his vision is hazy and his heart is pounding as he strides over to the couch, a newfound anger bubbling up within him. There is clear shock on their expressions, Wonwoo scoots back towards the opposite end of the couch and the other diverts their eyes, speechless.