Seungkwan sat calmly, eating breakfast on the balcony of his hotel room, while Mingyu sat across from him, unusually quiet and lacking his usual spark. It had been Mingyu's idea to have Seungkwan bask in the Japanese sun, claiming it would do him good. Yet, since dinner last night, something about Mingyu had shifted—his silence felt heavier than usual.
As promised, Seungkwan did feel a little better now—or at least, he was trying to.
He didn't want to burden Mingyu any further. Just like during their wedding ceremony, Seungkwan had mastered the art of masking his emotions, slipping on a smile to cover the chaos inside, especially in front of others. Mingyu already seemed weighed down, his expression betraying the silent battles he carried.
"Is something wrong, Mangyu?" Seungkwan asked, teasing him with his nickname, trying to break through the suffocating silence. Mingyu glanced at him briefly, his expression unreadable, before shaking his head and continuing to push his scrambled eggs around his plate like it was a chore.
"No, don't worry," he replied curtly.
"Is your back hurting because you slept on the sofa?" Seungkwan tried again, leaning forward slightly. But Mingyu shook his head without even looking up.
"Is the food not to your liking?"
Another silent shake of the head.
"Am I talking too much?"
And yet again, Mingyu shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Did you argue with Jeonghan?" Seungkwan finally asked, his voice laced with exasperation.
This time, Mingyu froze. His fork stilled in his hand, and his eyes locked onto Seungkwan's. He didn't say a word, just stared, the weight of his silence heavier than before.
Seungkwan let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his hands in the air. "God... I knew it! I told you this would happen. Just go—"
"Did you finish your food?" Mingyu interrupted suddenly, his tone sharp as his eyes flicked to Seungkwan's empty plate. When Seungkwan nodded, Mingyu stood, brushing crumbs off his pants. "Good," he said shortly before disappearing into the room without another word.
"Ya, Kim Mangyu!" Seungkwan whined, pouting as he leaned back in his chair, annoyed at being dismissed so easily.
"Hm?" Mingyu grunted as he returned to the balcony, holding something in his hand. He crouched beside Seungkwan's chair, his calm demeanor betraying nothing. "Open your mouth," he instructed.
Seungkwan clicked his tongue in annoyance but obeyed, already knowing where this was headed. Mingyu slipped a tablet into his mouth, then handed him a glass of water. Seungkwan swallowed obediently, letting out a small huff when Mingyu gently patted his head.
"Good boy," Mingyu murmured with a faint smirk before returning to his seat like nothing had happened.
Seungkwan folded his arms across his chest, pouting harder, but Mingyu didn't seem to notice—or care. The taller man simply gazed out at the horizon, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
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I Hate The Way You Love
FanfictionThree years after his divorce, Kim Mingyu, got a familiar call from his mother, urging him to come home. Mingyu knew she was likely trying to set him up with someone again, hoping he would remarry and start a family as she wanted. Of course, he poli...
