𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

love language

Ship: Mingyu X Minghao
Group; SEVENTEEN
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Mingyu's love language is touch.

He likes to express the way he craves someone he's into by slowly sliding his palm over the back of their hands. He would prefer to kiss them sweetly as they woke up from sleep or made food together. He loves it when they let him caress the sides of their body in a back hug as he whispers nothing and everything in their ears.

Minghao hates skin touch.

He's more than peeved when Mingyu startles him with a hand on his as he's busy working on a project. He's grumpy when Mingyu wakes up enthusiastic and plants a wet kiss on his cheeks, one too close to his eyes. It especially annoys him when he's working on the garden outside and feels hands coming to clasp him in a hug, his ribs letting out a sigh from how hard — read: soft — Mingyu's caresses are.

"One of these days, I'm gonna break," he grumbles when Mingyu finally lets go of him to watch him water the lettuce that's slowly growing.

"You always say that yet here you are," Mingyu whines, unsatisfied with sitting down in the shade and his hands are nowhere near the love of his life.

"You're lucky I even let you touch me," Minghao sends him a side eye and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the green leaves he's watering.

When he's done, he drops the watering can on the ground and takes off his gloves, dropping them on the table. He meets eyes with Mingyu and the other sends him an eye smile, trying to coerce him into a hug.

"I stink," Minghao sighs at the puppy eyes Mingyu is sending his way. Even if touch isn't his preferred way of showing his love, he has grown to accept Mingyu's touches every now and then. He doesn't hate it any less but it's endurable since it's Mingyu.

Mingyu doesn't say more after that, just follows him into the house and further into their room. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and patiently watches as Minghao strips himself of his gardener outfit.

He takes off the apron and hangs it on a rack beside the toilet door. Next come his socks and then his pants. He deals with the shirt too and then all he's left in is his boxer briefs.

Minghao, knowing he had eyes on him like a prey to a predator, gives Mingyu a show of grabbing a towel off the drawer next to the toilet door and then rids himself of the boxer briefs.

"Fuck," it's a soft mutter. Like a prisoner finally accepting his fate for the next few years. Like the sudden remembrance of something you've left down the flight of stairs you almost died climbing.

It's also the sound of Mingyu falling in love with Minghao yet again. Every day and ever hour he's around him, it never fails to amaze him just how amazing one person can be. It doesn't phase him anymore really but it's still a revelation to himself all the same.

Minghao giggles to himself and smiles to the side, glancing once behind him and then making a "come here" motion with his fingers to Mingyu who wastes no time in stripping and joining him in the shower.

Sure Minghao isn't a touchy person and one may think it may affect their sexual life but it's rather the opposite. All the touches that Minghao repels when they're not intimate he uses sex as an opportunity to grasp and kiss and touch every part of his lover he hadn't earlier.

Mingyu is cautious about making the first move between them, always careful when he uses his forefinger and thumb to grab Minghao's chin and tilt it upwards towards his lips, eyes watching for any sign of rejection before gently melding their lips together, a sigh of relief leaving the shorter one's body.

It's then that he hesitates, hands stuck where they are beside him, waiting for Minghao to make the first move and take the lead on how he wants it to go.