Mingyu paused at the doorway, taking in the sight – and it was just Wonwoo laying peacefully, minding his own business.
Mingyu felt his heart tremble with emotions he couldn't quite grasp yet. The urge to hold Wonwoo close, with his arms caging Wonwoo's tiny waist, and peppering kisses to his neck and face until he could feel him melt into the intensity of the affection, grew stronger by the second. Oh, how far they'd come – from the only contact being Wonwoo's reckless punches to Mingyu's nose, to silent, assuring hugs being exchanged multiple times a day. Kisses were still an edgy boundary they treaded on – it was mostly Mingyu being extra cautious of Wonwoo's potential reactions to the sudden intimacy. Hugs had to make up for the contact Mingyu craved.
Or not. Fuck it, Mingyu thought, giving into the longing he felt for the boy laying on the bed, feeling as though the distance between him and Wonwoo was setting them miles away, despite being half a dozen feet from him.
Mingyu stalked till the bed, grabbing Wonwoo's attention when he laid on his side, quietly staring at the boy who'd captured his heart – although he'd realised it when things were on the brink of falling apart for good.
Wonwoo had his glasses off – obviously – but he wasn't squinting as he looked at Mingyu. Unspoken tension hung in the air, the supposed atmosphere that was meant to provide comfort and reassurance being replaced with something more ardent.
And then Mingyu made his move – the one he'd been dying to recreate ever since he'd felt Wonwoo's plush lips against his a week ago.
Wonwoo gasped into his mouth, and Mingyu gave him the time to process what was happening. Once he was sure Wonwoo knew what he was doing, his arm involuntarily snaked under Wonwoo's, wrapping securely around his waist, and pulling the boy closer, as though Mingyu wanted him to bond into himself.
He kissed up his lips and the bridge of his nose, finally pressing a kiss to his forehead. Wonwoo's delicate, petal-like hand clenched around the ends of Mingyu's hair, his urgent breath fell on Mingyu's neck, and its warmth compelled Mingyu to never let go.
Mingyu soon shifted their places, positioning himself on top of Wonwoo, who was limp to all of Mingyu's advances. He propped himself up on his arms, looming over Wonwoo, observing his face for any signs of discomfort. Wonwoo looked quite the opposite of uncomfortable, cheeks flushed pink, and lips parted in a long breath.
The sight of Wonwoo taking in all of it made Mingyu dive back – not like he wouldn't have if he hadn't seen anything of that sort on Wonwoo's face. The hasty motion of his head ducking into Wonwoo caused their noses to bump for a brief second, eliciting a soft sound – a small giggle – from Wonwoo. That made Mingyu grin; there had been a time when Wonwoo was incapable of even managing a singular smile. The Wonwoo who he'd once thought was all rough and scratched like dried tree bark, was, in actuality, the softest puddle of marshmallow fluff, mollifying into the littlest of gestures he found heartwarming.
Mingyu pressed his lips to Wonwoo's soft ones with more fervour, feeling unsatisfied every time he broke away. Kisses weren't enough, it was almost as though Mingyu wanted Wonwoo moulded into him at any given moment. It made him realise that such feelings only made him vulnerable, since his mind always flew to Wonwoo at any given moment. But Mingyu was ready to be labelled as vulnerable for him. Wonwoo was too precious to not care for.
Another kiss in the crook of Wonwoo's neck had him squirming and shifting on the bed. Oh boy, Mingyu was done for. Wonwoo had his neck exposed in no time, arching into Mingyu's arms that caged him, the milky white skin stretched over his neck alluring Mingyu. He chased along his jaw, nipping at his ear which earned an undecipherable moan from Wonwoo. Fuck, Wonwoo was going to be the death of him.
Before he knew it, Wonwoo's palms framed his face, shifting Mingyu closer to him, and clashing his lips to Mingyu's in an instant.
"Fucking hell, baby, aren't you demanding?"
The endearment slipped just as fast as Mingyu dismissed it, seeing how Wonwoo hadn't reacted to it either.
Heavy pants and incomplete breaths soon overpowered the lingering feeling of wanting more. Mingyu pulled away, but he still kept himself over Wonwoo. His arms threatened to give up, after all the inconspicuous time they'd supported him.
He finally fell over, bringing Wonwoo into his side as he did so. It was only now, being so close to him, when Mingyu realised how small Wonwoo actually was. His arms barely fell all around him, and his head rested on Mingyu's heaving chest, punctuating the significance of what had just happened.
Mingyu couldn't help but press a series of kisses to Wonwoo's hair, feeling the need to crowd the boy anywhere, and at any given moment.
"Go to sleep, Gyu, the Holidays aren't for a month more."
Mingyu broke into a smile, tipping Wonwoo's face up to see his too.
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"How was your quiz?" asked Mingyu, dropping his backpack off at the couch as soon as he entered the house.
His supposedly foolish question earned him a playful snort from Wonwoo, and a swat to his arm. "I was literally seeing you struggle for an hour, why are you asking?"
"Hey! You didn't have to point that out!"
"Well, I just did,"
And Wonwoo dashed off to his room before Mingyu could catch up. Mingyu's footsteps thundered into the hallway, and he managed to slip inside the boy's room just seconds before the door shut behind him. "Hi. Again," grinned Mingyu.
"I came here to change out of," Wonwoo gingerly pulled at the mandatory uniform. "Whatever the fuck this is. I don't need you seeing me change,"
The door opened, and Wonwoo pushed him outside, making Mingyu momentarily forget about what had led him to follow Wonwoo in the first place. When he recalled why, his mouth twisted into a playful sneer, and just as the door reopened, Wonwoo was up and caged inside Mingyu's arms, avoiding the taller boy's fingertips that chased along his sides to tickle him.
"Don't pull all that sass on me, Jeon," Mingyu teased, holding Wonwoo close so he couldn't escape.
"You can't stop me," snapped Wonwoo, turning his face and flashing Mingyu the littlest, most adorable, smile.
Mingyu returned the gesture, wrapping his arms tighter around the boy and slowly spinning around with his head resting snug on Wonwoo's shoulder.
"Hey," whispered Mingyu, interrupting the sudden silence of the hallway, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, "you know you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, right?"
When a small, delightful giggle left Wonwoo's mouth, Mingyu realised – quite belatedly, to be honest – that he could get used to the sound. It sounded right; Wonwoo deserved all the joy after what he'd been through in the past two decades.
"How would I know that, when you've told me just now?"
Mingyu huffed, exasperated. Wonwoo's hand reached up and gently patted his head. "Well, do you? Now?"
"I do. You're the best thing that's happened to me, too,"
