seventeen oneshots

you're my hospital bed, a place to heal (wongyuhao)

LINK:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12282504?view_adult=true

Summary:

They wear their hearts on their sleeves for each other to see, finding solace and therapy in the lines of their heartbeats.

Mingyu looks up from his blank notebook page that's been sitting on his lap and heaves a sigh at the clock on the wall. Eight in the evening would usually have Mingyu in the scene of his rented apartment a couple of kilometers away from college, underneath his warm, comfortable blankets, tummy happy with dinner with a steaming cup of Jasmine tea in his hands, tuning out the world with new cat videos he plays on his phone daily as a healing from his harsh lecture classes. He rolls his eyes in a subtle manner when his group mates continue bickering about unnecessary details for their Economics project. Their proposal is already due in three days, yet they seem to have not reached any consensus after thirty minutes and the pen sitting between Mingyu's left thumb and index finger has not been put to good use.

Mingyu shoots a pained look to his boyfriend across the circle who is already staring back at him with the same expression, raising an eyebrow, hoping the latter could understand him by telepathy. This wouldn't have happened if you just agreed to be the leader, Mingyu frowns at him and pouts his lower lip. The other members are still throwing nonsense back and forth. If we're not done in five minutes I'll fucking throw myself out of the window.

Wonwoo snorts. Be my guest, his eyes seem to read, with the aid of a flick of his wrist. He nearly laughs when he catches Mingyu looking so scandalized. He wiggles his eyebrow and points Mingyu the leader of their group project with his pinky finger. Tell him to stop talking if you wanna go home so badly, Wonwoo signals (tries to) the message to his very upset-looking boyfriend. It seems like Mingyu understood because he sighs louder than intended a second later, immediately earning himself a shift of gaze from the leader.

"Soon-hyung, can we continue this tonight on Skype or something? I'm not feeling too well." Mingyu sniffles and speaks lowly, trying to gain some pity. Technically, he wasn't lying. He was sleep deprived. Even though he brought it upon himself by staying up too late last night reading manga.

Luckily for him, Soonyoung agrees and closes the barely successful meeting with a clap. Mingyu grumbles as he walks out of the classroom, thankful for the cold crisp of autumn air greeting him when he trudges away from the campus. Wonwoo offers to carry his bag in his attempt to lighten Mingyu's mood and he even picks up a tub of Mingyu's favourite mint ice-cream from the convenience store on the way home, but Mingyu still feels awful and moody.

"We're home!" Wonwoo announces at the door. Mingyu wastes no time and goes straight to the bathroom but not before plucking a bath bomb from the shelf and murmuring a quiet "Give me a moment, hyung" to Wonwoo. The elder is empathetic, he knows that Mingyu is slightly more sensitive than others and he charges by being in his own bubble after a long day outside. He just merely nods his head with a small smile and Mingyu shuts the bathroom door.

Wonwoo busies himself in the kitchen, putting away groceries into the fridge. He works in silence, the house is only filled with his quiet humming and the soothing sound of Mingyu's shower running. Soon he feels a pair of arms snaked around his waist from behind. "You're back late", the sleepy voice cuts through the silence. "I missed you."

"Clingy much?" Wonwoo teases Minghao who is still not letting go, face burying in Wonwoo's shoulder where his height could reach. Minghao whines softly at the back of his throat, annoyed that Wonwoo is still messing around clearing space in the fridge instead of showing him affection. He presses his fingers on Wonwoo's waist, spinning him around and pinning him to said fridge. Wonwoo groans at the discomfort of the fridge magnets against his skin but Minghao leans up and kisses him, eating up all his complains. Minghao sighs contently in the kiss. He has been aching to touch either of his boyfriends since the morning. They're all so busy these days, with assignments and midterms piling up, and Minghao is caught up in his club's camp activities that they barely have time to sit down and eat together for the past couple of weeks. Minghao knows it's only temporary and this wouldn't hurt their relationship in any way, but he still misses the intimacy and affection more than he should.