"Is that... Mine?"
Mingyu asked, the moment he came in with his thundering feet in front of the couch and was met with a lump of clothes sitting on it. It took him a moment to realise it was actually Wonwoo, in ridiculously oversized clothing, clad in Mingyu's hoodie – which drooped and slinked off of him from everywhere.
"Yeah,"
Wonwoo didn't look like he cared, continuing to pen down whatever he'd been solving.
Mingyu burst into laughter; the sight in front of him was too adorable to not do so. He couldn't even see Wonwoo inside the enormous, animated folds of fabric.
"I can't see you,"
"That's good. I look like a mess,"
Mingyu dropped himself next to Wonwoo, craning over to see what he was doing. Maths. Wonwoo loved mathematics.
Mingyu needed to lean over a bit more, to finally see Wonwoo's bottom lip protruding forward in concentration; his glasses were ready to slip off of his nose any second.
He silently pushed his finger up the bridge of Wonwoo's glasses, to place them properly on his nose. He caught Wonwoo's eyes curving and disappearing into his face; Wonwoo had smiled, and Mingyu hadn't seen it faster.
He pulled the hood off of his head, nuzzling his nose in Wonwoo's neck. "A very hot mess, at that," Mingyu muttered.
"Are you really that carefree, or are you just jobless?" Wonwoo pointed out to him. Mingyu had no idea what he meant.
"About what?"
"This," Wonwoo glanced at his work.
Oh.
"I don't feel like it, I'll still be able to manage if I start a bit later,"
"Don't you get bored without anything to do?"
"The ceiling is quite interesting, I'll have you know that,"
He took to looping patterns onto Wonwoo's knee with his fingers, with his head resting on the latter's shoulder, as both of them fell into silence after Mingyu's observation.
"Your glasses and hair complement each other,"
"Mhm,"
"Yeah,"
Mingyu didn't realise for a while that Wonwoo hadn't really heard what he'd said. Knowing he was too engrossed in whatever he was doing, Mingyu slid a hand inside Wonwoo's – well, his – hoodie, and curved it around his dainty fucking waist, with his cold fingers clenching on his skin, earning him a gasp from Wonwoo.
"Stop it," grumbled Wonwoo.
"I'm not doing anything, though,"
"Your hand's fucking frozen!"
"So are your lips, need me to warm them up for you?"
"You're one smooth bastard, Kim Mingyu,"
Wonwoo turned to face him completely, and Mingyu saw his smile for the first time in the day. He took Wonwoo's lips in a lazy kiss, the hand inside his hoodie grabbing tightly at his waist, and it made Wonwoo shudder. Mingyu wanted to pull him all to himself, and kiss him to death. His other hand went to the back of Wonwoo's neck, pushing him further onto himself, causing his glasses to shift over the bridge of his nose.
Wonwoo eventually pulled away, staring at Mingyu with the cutest smile ever.
"You're a pretty good kisser for someone who's never even known many people, let alone been in a relationship with someone." Wonwoo mumbled.
"I've kissed you before. Several times, actually," said Mingyu, hinting at the ungodly number of times they had to kiss in front of an audience for the theatre thing they'd been preparing for at some point.
Wonwoo seemed to understand right away.
"Those don't count, since you practically harassed me all those times,"
"Hey! I had to do my best, so that Professor would leave us alone for the rest of it!"
"Did it work though?"
"That is not my fault."
"Come to think of it," Mingyu began some moments later, "who did you end up doing your part with? Since I wasn't gonna be there?"
"Guess," Wonwoo said, looking unimpressed.
"Was it Jung-someone, whatever his name was?"
"Yep,"
"Was he good at it?" Mingyu wiggled his eyebrows, grinning at Wonwoo.
Wonwoo smirked. "He was, actually. Never seen someone so good at doing their part,"
Mingyu smiled further at Wonwoo's playfulness. Before the work could grab his attention again, Mingyu hoisted him onto his lap, caging him in his arms and bringing him closer in a warm hug. Unlike Old-Wonwoo, the boy gave in to the touch in an instant, throwing his leg over Mingyu's side and straddling him, arms going around Mingyu's neck to return the hug. His warm breath tickled his neck as Wonwoo snuggled his face between his shoulder and face.
Mingyu made a vow to himself to never deny a chance to hug Wonwoo – ever. The way he fit right into his frame, his face comfortably settling in the crook of his neck, made Mingyu greedy for more. He slipped his hands under the hem of his hoodie, gently caressing Wonwoo's sides to give him whatever warmth he could in the merciless weather. The gesture elicited a soft sigh from Wonwoo, and the boy pushed himself closer to Mingyu – if that was even possible. He felt Wonwoo smile against his skin, bringing forth a smile of his own; he loved making Wonwoo smile.
Wonwoo rubbed his nose over his neck, sending shivers of tickles up it. Mingyu couldn't help but press a series of kisses to the back of his head, revelling in the silence and peace Wonwoo brought with him. The edge the boy used to keep him on previously had unknowingly blended into something more profound and calm, and Mingyu hadn't even noticed how and when the change had taken place. So much had changed between them, and it made Mingyu proud – of how far Wonwoo had come, learning to trust others, or him at least, especially after suffering his sister's passing, and years of chronic abuse.
A daunting second of his fingers trailing over a slim bump on Wonwoo's skin made his stomach churn. It wasn't the first of gashes Mingyu had noticed, but knowing they still existed pained him. Such discoveries made him want to shower Wonwoo with as much reassurance and affection he could, without treading over the sensitive topics of his past.
His arms involuntarily tightened around Wonwoo, and Mingyu was glad he hadn't noticed. Wonwoo sat so still in his grip, Mingyu wondered if he'd fallen asleep. When Wonwoo's fingers flitted over his neck, his suspicions faded, and he pulled Wonwoo away from his neck, staring at him. Wonwoo looked content, with hints of a smile still dancing over his lips; Mingyu couldn't help but peck them softly. "I love you," he muttered.
The corners of Wonwoo's curled upwards, but Mingyu didn't miss the way they had quivered slightly. Wonwoo looked surprised for a split second, before he buried his face in Mingyu's chest. Mingyu worried, belatedly getting the idea that he shouldn't have said it out loud. At least, not so soon.
The worry only lasted for a few moments, until he caught the tips of Wonwoo's ears turning a bright pink. Mingyu just had to chuckle, softly, enough to drive out Wonwoo's bashfulness. "It's okay," he whispered, "I just spoke my mind," he finished, ensuring he sounded reassuring enough.
The fact that Wonwoo trusted him spoke volumes. Mingyu would gladly gloat to the entire world about it.
