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[ 🥀c - gyuhoon ] to speak without speaking

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to speak without speaking is to love with open hearts. it's to understand each other deeply, so that words aren't the only means of communication and becomes a mere option.

one look from jihoon tells mingyu everything, as if their networks have been rewired together and are one in the same.

so mingyu assumes his position, with his arms tight around jihoon. suddenly, the other starts shaking and sobbing. mingyu wants to ask why but he knows it's always better to wait until the storm has subsided before assessing the damage.

he opts to guide them over to the corner of the practice room so that less eyes pry. he does ask if jihoon wants to go outside but he shakes his fluffy mop of silver hair 'no'.

mingyu sighs when jihoon's body shivers with even more intensity at random intervals, his breathing getting interrupted with stronger, needier, sharp inhales followed by rough gasps. mingyu frowns hearing and feeling his hyung like this, so he softly pets the silver hair in an attempt to calm him down as best as he can.

when the storm is over, mingyu gently peels jihoon away from him to assess his state. his eyes are rimmed red, still glossy and evident with past tears, his face tragically yet beautifully dusted with pink. a slight pout rests on his lips. mingyu frowns. his single arm hold is still tight on jihoon's waist, the other hand coming to wipe at the remaining tear trails.

"what happened?"

"i missed you."

almost a juvenile response, mingyu gets taken aback. such a simple trigger and jihoon was sent into a mess. mingyu wants to coo and baby jihoon, but now is not the time.

jihoon's hands find their way to rest lightly on mingyu's chest, his thin shirt not doing much to bar him. those extremely well manicured fingers... they must be mingyu's favourite part of jihoon. he leans jihoon onto the wall, blocking of one end with his arm. standing at a corner, the only two exits for jihoon have been blocked by kim mingyu himself.

"why did you cry so much then, hm? did you miss me that much?"

jihoon shyly nods.

there they go again. those eyes say too much. mingyu has mastered the language of lee jihoon's shiny, glittery eyes and it's unfortunate that he understands what it's asking of him now. he gives a sly grin, "oh no, hyung... after all that? i couldn't."

those damn fingers teeter their way to the waistband of the pants mingyu wears, jihoon's look now more deviant as his eyes flick up from his lowered head.

mingyu meets his gaze and almost breaks.

"jihoon..." he whispers, the honourific trailing behind, lost to their heavy- yet silent- breathing.

to speak without speaking is to understand each other completely, through a language only you understand. with mingyu's focused gaze, shaky breathing, and jihoon's mischievous (and victorious) loopy grin, all the words they'd ever need are exchanged in a flash.

mingyu pushes jihoon out the door, whispering between kisses, "do you want to go home?"