𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐖𝐨𝐧

Fifteen

Mingyu's second home by now is right beside Wonwoo's hospital bed. The nurses and doctors already know him, even went out of their way to give him a name; the soulmate, a human hachiko. He didn't mind, he would admit that it felt endearing to him; plus, they were extra nice to him, extra giving. They gave him a portable sort-of table that can be placed on his lap and has a cushion underneath so that it comfortably rests there; "so that you could do your homework here without having the need to go to the canteen for a table" nurse Hobi said. Apparently, the whole staff of the floor chipped in just for that sort-of-table-with-a-pillow-underneath to gift Mingyu; it would be lie if he said he didn't feel grateful.

So, he's sitting on the couch placed inside the room, legs crossed under him and the sort-of table on top of his thighs, a laptop shining a bright light on Mingyu's stressed face. He's writing a paper on the probability of a black hole colliding with whatever - he doesn't remember what the topic was about anymore, just letting his educated mind separate from his want for food and maybe Wonwoo's kiss on Mingyu's fragile fingers.

His phone rings under him and for a moment he ignores it, wanting to just let his fingers flow. The rings stop but it only took seconds before it rings again. He hastily saves the file, groaning in frustration as he gets a hold of his phone.

It was sir Jin calling. Mingyu grudgingly accepted the call and placed it at his ear. "You're making me write six essays but you're just going to go distract me from getting an A on your class?"

"Mingyu! Hey! It'll be fine, I'm giving you an A anyways, with or without those essays." Sir Jin says, and he could hear the hurried smile on his face.

Mingyu boils in stressed anger. "What the f-"

"Before you curse at me, I have an update on our investigation."

Mingyu sighs to relax himself. "Fine. I'm listening."

Sir Jin coughs at the other line. "Okay. So, your fellow chief Min was kind enough to let me in and help us find the car we have been trying to hunt down."

"And?" Mingyu is mindlessly skims through his paper while listening to his professor. "Is it good news or bad news?"

"Uh... Good news is that we know where it is."

"And the bad news?"

"The bad news is that it's been reported missing since last year and was only recently found now. Apparently, it's a stolen car and is now at a compound where old and no longer usable cars go to."

Mingyu rubs his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger in frustration. "Well, shit."

"Fucking same, Mingyu. But we still have to find the car in case there are some evidence vital for us."

"Us?" Mingyu closes the lid of his laptop and places the sort-of table and his laptop aside, standing to walk towards Wonwoo's resting figure, brushing a thumb softly through his cheek. "Fuck that. It's just you, sir. Sorry but I'm a college student who needs to keep his grades up."

"Please!" Sir Jin pleads. "I'll treat you to a buffet if you do."

Wonwoo's ears pears up as if a dog would when he hears his owner nearby. He hums. "I'll think about it. I'm gaining some weight and-"

"Who cares about weight?! You would still look hella hot even with a fucking muffin top, so just please support my future as a detective."

"That's more like it. Thank you for the compliment." He hears the door behind him open and he whips his head towards it. He sees Jeonghan come in the room with a bag of food only meant for two. "Can we do it tomorrow, sir? Let me finish my papers first." Mingyu smiles at Jeonghan as the smaller man places the food on the high table.