Wrapped around several blankets and Mingyu that night, Wonwoo toyed with the boy's shirt as he struggled to fall asleep. A few things he'd noticed punched him in the gut right when he was tired, and wanted to sleep.
Just while changing into pyjamas before landing in bed, Wonwoo had realised what he'd said subconsciously, before he and Mingyu left that evening. 'Everything except you', Wonwoo had said. He wondered if Mingyu took that seriously, or brushed it off.
Wonwoo twirled a portion of Mingyu's shirt around his lone finger, twisting, and then releasing it to see a swirl of fabric in front of him.
"Wonwoo?"
Mingyu's groggy voice stopped Wonwoo from playing with his shirt. "Hm?"
"Why aren't you asleep? Are you having nightmares again?"
Mingyu shifted, so he was now facing Wonwoo, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
"No..."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Just thinking, go back to sleep,"
"We could do that together then," Mingyu sat up with his back to the headboard with a tired grunt, bringing Wonwoo along with him. "Things work out faster with more than one brain involved," he said with a gentle smile. "Now, tell me," he tapped Wonwoo's forehead. "What's going on in there?"
"I really can't figure it out myself, Mingyu,"
"Are you sure?"
"I wish I could. Really, Mingyu, but it's too much of a mess in here,"
"It'd get messier if you let it marinate,"
Sighing, Wonwoo looked down at his fingers twiddling around each other in his lap. Mingyu patiently waited for him to begin.
"I was thinking about you... About- About us..." Wonwoo finally whispered.
"What about us?"
A comforting, warm hand came forth to cup Wonwoo's cheek, and he leaned into it, as Mingyu's thumb caressed over his cheekbone. It encouraged him to continue.
"What I said earlier, before leaving... You heard it, didn't you,"
Mingyu chuckled. "You were pretty loud, so yeah, I did,"
"And you're not... Uncomfortable about it?"
"No?"
"Come here,"
Saying that, Mingyu pulled Wonwoo nearer, and lifted him to make him sit on his lap, so that Wonwoo now straddled him.
"Mingyu," Wonwoo gulped uncomfortably, leaning his forehead on Mingyu's shoulder. "What are we?"
Mingyu muttered something out of his earshot.
"Whatever you claim us to be, I don't see a point in it being a one-sided thing," he said out loud.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Mingyu circled his arms around Wonwoo's waist. "I'd be the happiest man alive if you showed me a green light,"
Wonwoo looked up to see Mingyu grinning like an idiot. An airy, disbelieved giggle left his mouth as he stared at Mingyu staring back at him, with stars in his eyes.
"You're really ready to deal with me?"
Mingyu nodded eagerly. "You said something after your nap too. I'll leave you to think about it," Mingyu said with a wide grin.
As he spoke, he brought their lips together in a kiss, knocking all air out of Wonwoo. He felt Mingyu holding him so dearly, in the softest manner, as if Wonwoo were an artefact made of glass that needed the utmost care and attention.
Wonwoo's fingers danced around on Mingyu's back as he fisted his top, thinking he'd disappear if he didn't hold him in place.
Mingyu backed away abruptly, and the, apparent, loud smack of their lips made Wonwoo open his eyes.
"Mingyu?"
Mingyu knowingly shook his head. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you,"
Wonwoo was filled with the purest joy he'd ever felt, and he couldn't help but dive back in. A single tear rolled from his eye, and over his cheek. He expected it to simply fall off, but Mingyu surprised him yet again, kissing it away before it disappeared down his chin.
Wonwoo gasped for breaths, when Mingyu detached their lips and left a lasting kiss on his forehead. Wonwoo gently touched Mingyu's face, tracing his fingers around his lips and heaving cheekbones as he took in the sight properly. "You're everything I've looked for," he exhaled, still in the midst of rapid breathing.
The gleeful smile Mingyu wore at the admittance spoke volumes. He bumped their noses together with a giggle, falling asleep.
Wonwoo could finally get a good night's sleep.
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"MINGYU!"
Wonwoo's shout reverberated in the house, first thing in the morning.
Said boy ran into the kitchen with a towel in his hand, drying his hair, and stared confusedly at Wonwoo. "What?" he asked.
"The fucking switch,"
Wonwoo pointed to the kettle, puffing out steam although there was nothing inside it, and then glared at Mingyu – who seemed to have realised the context as he sheepishly grinned at Wonwoo.
"The one time, Mingyu," Wonwoo deadpanned, "the one time I told you to turn it on-"
Mingyu, now grinning evilly, opened his mouth to say the obvious, but got cut off by Wonwoo.
"Now's not the time,"
"Sorry,"
"You better be. The bottom's all burnt and sticky!"
"I'll clean it,"
"I was hoping you would. I would like it if you do it right away,"
"On it,"
Mingyu gave him a playful salute, dropped his towel, and snagged the kettle off of its base, burning his hand a bit in the process.
"Be careful!" Wonwoo hissed, grabbing Mingyu's hand and running it under the tap water.
"Thanks babe,"
Mingyu pressed a kiss to the side of his head, going to the task at hand.
"So," Wonwoo began, "now that we're in the kitchen together again, mind reminding me what you talked about last night?"
Mingyu's actions halted briefly, before he resumed rinsing the kettle. He had a little grin on his lips, getting Wonwoo even more intrigued. "I'm sure you have great memory," Mingyu drawled.
Wonwoo smacked him across his head, struggling as he did so. "I have no intention of investing so much brain power,"
Mingyu snorted, flitting his hands to let droplets of water fall into the sink. Wonwoo laughed too, knowing well enough why Mingyu had done the same.
"I love an attentive man. Does that ring a bell?"
Wonwoo's eyes widened, and he felt heat creep up on his face. "Oh," he exhaled.
"Yeah, oh,"
Mingyu brought Wonwoo close to him, pressing a kiss to his hair. Only when he pulled away did he realise Mingyu had hugged him to easily wipe his sodden hands on the back of his T-shirt.
