Um, Oh, Ah, Yah! (Hyungnu - Monsta X)

I'm Like The Dunce In Front Of The Chalkboard

Hyunwoo isn't the touchy type, but Hyungwon is and it becomes more apparent during the Winter.

By this time, their friends have no power—don't bother—to tease them about hand holding, leaning on each other's shoulders, or hugging in public because they're almost always doing it. Whether it's because they're tired, embarrassed, happy, bored, or just because they feel like doing it.

Hyunwoo feels like he's grown up with the sophomore, and it feels weird when the younger disappears for too long. His mind automatically searches for doe eyes, silky hair, and Hyunwoo's sweater that he seems to be fond of wearing these days, even though he has one that looks like it.

His friends were perplexed, of course. Because prior to Hyungwon's terribly made up excuses, stubbornness, and cheeky smiles, Hyunwoo didn't like anyone borrowing his favorite sweater. Take their awkward first meeting as an example. He would have ripped it off Hyungwon's body, if it hadn't been for the fact that the sophomore was only wearing that and boxers underneath.

A small smile makes its way onto his lips as he recalls the number of excuses his roommate had made just to wear his sweater. The first few times though, he knew that Hyungwon did it just to tease or annoy him. Hyunwoo looks down, tempted to mess with Hyungwon who, at the moment, is positioned in between his legs with his back rested against his chest, taking a nap. Hyunwoo wraps the comforter around them tighter, and he feels his stomach swoop when Hyungwon backs up against him further mumbling,you're so warm, hyung.

He hums and leans his head back against the wall, mind drifting to recall his dreams. He's learned to not panic when they come to an abrupt stop for days or weeks, because he supposes that it's the nature of the dreams. Hyunwoo crosses his comforter covered hands gently on top of Hyungwon's stomach, smiling when he feels the younger's muscles tense on instinct because the lankier man is sensitive and ticklish. His soulmate can take as long as he wants, because Hyunwoo has come to acknowledge a few things within past weeks.

He loves the way Hyungwon would come up to him without a word, asking for comfort whenever he doesn't feel well. He loves how Hyungwon would cover his mouth while laughing at certain jokes he would share that his friends wouldn't even consider funny at all. He's fond of the silly faces Hyungwon would make while they're eating, so he could make him laugh. Hyunwoo appreciates that Hyungwon would take the time out of his schedule to wander into his building with a coffee in hand, for him. Them like this is—it's comforting, easy, and pretty much routine.

These days, he would find Hyungwon sneaking up to the top bunk during the night in search of warmth and come morning, Hyunwoo would climb down and let his roommate fall into his arms to get down as well. It's also become routine, how he would stop himself from kissing the younger's forehead every morning after helping him down, how he would always remind himself that this man in front of him, smiling back and laughing with him shouldn't be the one to stoke desire in his heart like this.

But god how painful it is that he does. It bothers Hyunwoo so much, how it's also become routine to try and find something to dislike about the younger, and then getting agitated when he finds none.

He shakes his head with a sigh, and focuses on what he should be doing right now: helping Hyungwon wake up because he has a lecture in an hour. He slips his hands from under the comforter, and places his palms on either side of the younger's face, pulling his cheeks together. He whispers against the sophomore's ear, "Hyungwon, wake up." grinning at the grumble and whine that he elicits. Hyunwoo let's the sophomore fall onto his right forearm, so he can look at him and wake him up better. "Psst. Hyungwon ah. You have class in an hour."