Wonwoo stood still in his position, his arm holding his body up against the wall. It was clear he was terribly shocked, and a creeping feeling that he might be taking all the blame dawned upon Mingyu. Fuck, he didn't want that to happen.
He briskly took a few steps in order to come nearer to Wonwoo – who looked like he had trouble keeping himself steady. Mingyu, movements swift and urgent, tapped his cheek continuously, as though he were trying to bring the boy back to the present, away from his spiralling thoughts. "Wonwoo. Wonwoo, stay with me," he repeated, growing concerned by the second, seeing how he wasn't responding.
Mingyu dragged him by the arm, till his unmade bed, fearing he might faint any second; he'd witnessed that body language before. He slowly rubbed Wonwoo's back, trying to bring him to the present. "Wonwoo. Please,"
"Yeah, no, I'm here," Wonwoo mumbled, the confirmation sending a sliver of relief through Mingyu.
Wonwoo turned, shifting one leg onto the bed, so he could face him. Mingyu anticipated something – anything – from Wonwoo, that gave him an indication that yes, things could go back to how they were. Mingyu was on the edge of giving up on wanting anything more.
Wonwoo surprised him – not for the first time – by leaning in towards him, and before Mingyu knew it, something warm and soft pressed against his lips, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes.
Wonwoo was kissing him.
A sudden feeling of relief washed over him. Maybe this was what he'd been looking for. Mingyu soon found himself returning the gesture, and he moved one of his hands to the back of Wonwoo's neck, while the other wrapped around the boy on top of him. Mingyu felt at peace, completed, as his lips moved against Wonwoo's.
When they parted briefly, Mingyu gasped in relief – but it came out sounding more of a choked sob. Wonwoo seemed to have noticed he was crying. Roughly wiping the tears before they escaped the lines of his eyes, Mingyu looked up at Wonwoo's concerned face, nearly breaking when unshed tears clung to his eyes too. Wonwoo had always been the better one between them when it was a matter of hiding emotions.
Wonwoo pulled back, worry plastered on every inch of his face, as he softly took Mingyu's face in his palms to look at him up close. "Hey," he whispered, "why are you crying?"
"I- I don't know, I'm sorry." Mingyu turned his head away, burying himself in the sheets.
Wonwoo mirrored his actions, shifting closer to the spot where Mingyu wept silently, dampening the sheets. With gentle tugs at his chin, Mingyu was forced to meet Wonwoo's gaze.
"Mingyu?"
"Hm?"
"Come here," Wonwoo pulled Mingyu towards himself, snaking his arms around him and holding him close.
The room went nearly silent, except for the quietened whimpers leaving Mingyu's mouth.
"Oh Mingyu... I'm so sorry-"
"Why are you apologising?"
"Because you're not supposed to,"
"Maybe none of us have to,"
"I think I do. I feel terrible for not hearing you out that day itself. It killed me, Mingyu. I needed you, but I knew I'd fucked up ever since I left you alone in the living room. Yet you kept trying to get me to talk. It just shows how inconvenient of a person I am, and I-" Wonwoo swallowed thickly. "I don't think I'm worth spending your feelings over,"
Mingyu gasped, without trying to hide his shock. "Bullshit. You're everything worth spending my feelings over. How isn't a ball of sunshine not worth investing any feelings in?"
Wonwoo broke into a slow, wide grin, new tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Sunshine. Mingyu called him, or future Wonwoo, a ball of sunshine, oblivious to the fact that Somi had once called Wonwoo the same.
"Somi," he mumbled.
"What about her?" Mingyu asked through a fond, teary smile.
"She used to call me that,"
"What, Sunshine?"
"Yeah,"
"That makes the two of us with a better sense of judgement,"
Silence enveloped the room once again, but this time, the atmosphere had shifted into something much more serene. Mingyu's mouth ghosted over Wonwoo's, until he collided them together in another kiss. Breaths mingled with their much needed, lazy pecks. Mingyu realised he wouldn't coherently be able to put his thoughts and feelings in words, and chose to convey as much of those through the way he captured Wonwoo's lips.
A soft tug at his hair made him pull away moments later, and he opened his eyes to see Wonwoo blissed out under him, his lips having gone red from the intensity of the kiss.
"I think we should go to sleep," Wonwoo whispered, still struggling to catch his breath, while his eyes didn't leave Mingyu's just yet.
"Yeah,"
Chuckling, Mingyu climbed off of Wonwoo after leaving a quick peck on his lips once again. Once inside Wonwoo's room, as Wonwoo was busy rolling the comforters out, Mingyu jumped onto his own side of the bed, propping his head on his arm to lay sideways and look at the boy go around.
"Did you have trouble sleeping?" he asked.
Wonwoo halted for a brief second, before resuming the task at hand. "Sometimes..." he slid into the covers, next to Mingyu. "Nothing too difficult though, I managed,"
"So~ Can I go sleep in my room?" Mingyu teased, wearing a soft smile Wonwoo understood all too well.
"Sure. If you want to sleep in a pigsty, go ahead,"
"Cleaning a room isn't that hard,"
"It is, and you'd have fallen asleep next to me in that much time,"
"Then that's exactly what I'm gonna do, fall asleep next to you," Mingyu grinned, shimmying deeper under the covers, and closer to Wonwoo.
The sheets ruffled, until he found Wonwoo tucking himself in Mingyu's arms on his own will. An exhilarating feeling of triumph took over him at the simple action.
"I might have a terrible nightmare waiting for me tonight." Wonwoo joked.
"I'll hold you through it,"
