MEANIE COUPLE° Things

15# Confession

What? Mingyu took a step back in surprise.

Was this seriously happening?

"I know-that you aren't gay because people like you don't like other guys and I mean I'm not saying I'm gay either it's just I- you- uhm- god I c-can't explain myself properly."

Wonwoo cursed under his breath and Mingyu wanted nothing more than to brush the dark fringe covering the younger boys face away so he could see him properly. Wonwoo wouldn't look at anything but the ground beneath him and his shoe laces, bright white and distracting.

"Can't you face me at least if this is you confessing?"

Mingyu laughed trying his best to sound calm, collected. Internally, little alarms were sounding and his palms and underarms were sweating so much he felt like a million showers wouldn't truly cleanse his body.

"But I'm not con-f-fessing."

Wonwoo bit the inside of his cheek.

"Aren't you?"

Mingyu asked a little hopeful. He knew the younger wouldn't have missed that in the midst of all the rambling.

"I don't like you. But.... I seem to pay more attention to you than I do anybody else. Your fanged teeth and positive attitude are endearing to me, from what I can tell. There are a million other cute guys at this school and I don't feel anything for them. When I look at you I wonder what it would be like for you to smile at me, genuinely and tell me how much you enjoy being next to me."

The latter wondered why the other wouldn't just admit that this did mean he had feelings for Mingyu. Was he confused? Mingyu tilted his head in curiosity, analyzing the way the younger was holding his breath since he had finished talking, his hands so tightly held onto the straps of his backpack his knuckles turned a ghostly white.

"Jeon Wonwoo look at me."

From the flush of pink on his ears, face and neck to the way he clamped his eyes shut, attempting to face Mingyu who stepped right in front of him, waiting, Mingyu tried his hardest to keep his composure. He felt the urge to simply laugh stronger than the one he felt to kiss the younger.

Slowly, hesitantly, Wonwoo faced Mingyu. Eyes wild, expression fearful.

Mingyu fell in love with the way Wonwoo sighed a cute tiny sigh of relief when Mingyu brightly flashed a grin his way, softly rubbing the inside of the youngers red palms after pulling them from the straps of his backpack. His fingers, warm and comforting in and against his hands, Wonwoo thought he might faint. Or he was at least dreaming. The shivers he felt when one of Mingyu's hands trailed up his arm to rest at his lower back didn't feel made up at all.

"Would you believe me if I told you I liked you? People like me can't help but adore the precious ones that steal hearts without thinking."

Mingyu whispered sweetly into Wonwoo's shoulder. He couldn't get the younger to face him since he was so nervous. 

"I knew it I was dreaming."

Mingyu was melting. With Wonwoo so close, head in his neck helplessly as he complained quietly that he was sure he was still asleep- Mingyu was losing it. Why did he do things to his heart?

"This is me confessing Jeon Wonwoo. Listen closely because I'll only ask once-",

Mingyu started more confidently, cupping the younger face in his gentle hands, never breaking eye contact. He didn't feel like he was absolutely forcing Wonwoo though, he watched carefully in case he scared the younger.

"Can I kiss you?"

A flood of emotions flashed across Wonwoo's face. Mingyu began to retreat at the bits of fear he heard in the youngers voice when he spoke but Wonwoo didn't want that. He didn't want Mingyu to leave him so he held Mingyu by the front of his tie, yanking him forward. He wasn't scared. He was just unsure.

"I don't- I'm not good at- Well I- Oh Jesus just kiss me!"

Mingyu didn't need to be told twice.

This also wasn't what Mingyu had expected at all.

Not from Wonwoo who went limp against his chest, leaning into him further, as close as space would allow. The throaty whine at the back of Wonwoo's throat, drove Mingyu up the wall.

Wonwoo's lips were messy and feverishly hot, willing in any and every way that Mingyu would have him and this time it was OK to keep his eyes closed. He wouldn't even try to open them he felt too weak. It was hard to even hold himself up, if Mingyu's hand hadn't been holding his waist he would've fallen.

"My heart- is going to explode."

Wonwoo confessed. It was a bit hard to concentrate on anything with Mingyu's lips brushing lightly over the skin behind his ear, Mingyu's mouth exploring the length of his throat, hovering, waiting until Wonwoo could speak again. Not anytime soon.

"Wonu~"

Mingyu began, pulling away to look down at the younger. He didn't miss the chance to take the dark locks in the way of Wonwoo's coffee eyes and fix them so they were brushed away and back in their proper place.

"Y-yes?"

Wonwoo had really tried his best not to stutter.

"Will you confess to me. You probably aren't so sure about your feelings and that's OK. I am. And I'm a patient person. I can wait. So if you'll let me- I'd like you to grow to like me. And when you're ready, you'll confess."

It was strange the burn in his eyes and the sadness bubbling up his throat he felt at the thought of Mingyu practically begging him to fall for the older. Where did Wonwoo get off deserving someone so perfect, so thoughtful.

Why was Wonwoo so unknowing when Mingyu was so undoubtedly sure.

He could've choked, trying endlessly to explain to Mingyu that he wasn't good enough for him, that he didn't really want someone like him. He couldn't given a billion choppy excuses as to why they just couldn't be together but if there was one thing Wonwoo was sure about it was how fond he felt towards the older.

Just how much he loved Mingyu's arms wrapped around him, eyes only looking at him.

"F-fighting." Wonwoo made an attempt to encourage both himself and Mingyu  but he sounded like he was faking truthfulness.

"I already like you. I just haven't confessed yet. I will."

Wonwoo both promised and reassured Mingyu giving him a sheepish kiss on the nose.

"Alright." Mingyu grinned.

Wonwoo's eye smile and happy expression mirrored the latter's own.