Color Me Rainbow || MEANIE ✔

-38 || mingyu-

It was nice not having to wear eye contacts all the time anymore. When Wonwoo mentioned telling everyone at the party, Mingyu has no reason not to believe him but . . . he didn't believe him. Based on what he'd said earlier that day, Mingyu didn't blame him for wanting to keep things secret. He was okay with it. He had told Wonwoo just that.

"I want to," Wonwoo had said, hopping off the counter.

Mingyu didn't know what was going through his soulmate's head, but hey, who was he to argue? "Are you sure?"

"I feel like you're the one who wants to keep it a secret now," the elder replied.

"Of course not. I've been waiting for this moment for a while now-"

"Then stop protesting."

"I'm just making sure you're absolutely positive about this. I mean, you know what telling people is going to do. There'll be more articles."

Wonwoo stopped his protests pretty quick.

With a kiss.

Right there in the middle of the crowded kitchen.

"There. Now I can't change my mind," he told Mingyu before wandering off and leaving Mingyu alone and stunned to take in any stares and question people could somehow even fathom asking. Mingyu felt drunk.

Now, a whole weekend has gone by. By Monday, the whole school knows they're together. It didn't feel real. His reality came into focus when he saw Wonwoo standing by his locker, his brown eyes there for the whole world to see. Mingyu was at a loss of words.

"I feel like I missed a few steps in this process,"  he finally admitted later as he followed Wonwoo into the cafeteria.

"This coming from the one who skipped several steps when we first met," Wonwoo responded.

"Yeah, but, I don't know. This feels like a dream."

"This feels like a nightmare," the older male grumbled. Mingyu knew he wasn't talking about outing their relationship, but rather the nonstop gossip because of it. He sat down without a word. "Do people have nothing better to talk about? I swear to God, I will shove a chopstick in someone's ear if one more person asks me if I hooked up with you at the party."

Mingyu had gotten similar questions. Most weren't as bad, some were worse. He really hoped these stupid questions and rumors didn't last that long.

Seungkwan plopped his tray down across from the couple. He looked tired, but his eyes weren't as puffy as they usually were.

"You guys are cute together," he said. Mingyu could tell he genuinely meant it.

"Have you heard anything new from Hansol?" Wonwoo asked.

The same night of the party, Mingyu and Wonwoo were tasked with taking Seungkwan home. Mingyu had gotten permission to fill Wonwoo in.

"No, but forget him," the red-head said. He took a bite of his cream bread. "Clearly, it's not meant to be, so all I can do now, is kiss as many people as I possibly can so I can beat Jeonghan at his stupid game."

"I am positive that is a terrible idea," Mingyu quickly mentioned.

"I just need to shove Jeonghan's shit back in his face. I said the bet was a bad idea. Hell, Jeonghan hasn't even kissed Jisoo and it's been a month."

Wonwoo sipped at his milk, uncomfortable.

Mingyu sighed. "Just don't get any diseases."

Seungkwan's put-together act quickly fell apart then. He groaned and put his face in his hands. "Why do we have to kiss someone to find our soulmate?" he asked, his voice muffler. "Like, what kind of logic even is that?"