Specifically Yours (For You, My Love)

-

Mingyu was tired.

Like, ridiculously tired. More tired than he thought possible.

Most days, he had to remind himself that he was paying to go to college, that this was his own decision, and not something forced upon him. This was what he wanted. Sort of.

In high school, Mingyu expected college to be everything that the books and movies made it out to be: crisp morning walks to class, a calm lunch studying with friends, a few parties here and there, and color-coordinating his notes. He did not expect his soulmate to find him bunched up on the floor in a corner of the library with a blanket over his head, and his laptop the only light source in the dim room.

By the time Wonwoo actually found Mingyu, it was nearly three in the morning, and there were three coffee cups, four books, and two bags of chips scattered around his boyfriend. That would explain the bad taste in his mouth.

He thought for a moment that his soulmate had actually hit rock bottom this time, and was trying to sacrifice himself to whatever entity would free him from his misery. But, no. Mingyu was just that dramatic and that messy.

"Mingyu, what the hell are you doing?" Wonwoo questioned. The boy in question looked up at whip-lash inducing speed (classic Mingyu) and Wonwoo nearly laughed. His chin was covered in drool- Wonwoo had woken him from a nap-, crumbs stuck to his cheeks, and his eyes looked more like holes than actual eyes.

"M' homework," Mingyu slurred. "M' sleep here." He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, and collapsed against the wall. Wonwoo sighed resignedly, but made his way over to Mingyu anyway. He crouched in front of his soulmate and tapped his cheeks a few times, wiping away the crumbs in the process. "Gyu, come on. You can sleep at home." he coaxed. Mingyu pouted and swatted at Wonwoo's hands on his face. "Come on, you big baby. We'll go to sleep at home, and you can finish this tomorrow." Wonwoo tapped his laptop screen, and glanced at the tab that was open.

Mingyu was looking at pictures of bulldogs. Specifically, very chubby ones. Typical.

Though it was three in the morning, Wonwoo still managed a smile when his soulmate threw a blanketed arm around his neck. "Carry me." Mingyu instructed. Wonwoo laughed to himself because,

1. He was marginally smaller than Mingyu, and couldn't carry the boy when he wasn't dead weight.

2. Mingyu was cute when he was sleepy, but even cuter in a kind of sad way when he was dead tired.

"Ha. No. That's why I brought my bike." he replied, and slowly helped Mingyu to his feet. He swayed a bit, and clutched at the wall for a moment before gathering his things, and picking up all his trash. "I got it," Wonwoo insisted, taking the trash from Mingyu. "Make sure it goes in the recycling bin," Mingyu mumbled absentmindedly. "I don't wanna contribute to these earth-killing shenanigans."

Again, Wonwoo laughed at his soulmate as they made their way to their apartment.

~

Getting Mingyu onto the bike was fairly easy. He was eager to be in bed, so he just rested his head on Wonwoo's back the entire ride to the dorm.

Getting into the apartment complex was no problem- they frequently arrived back home late, so the security guard didn't even check their IDs.

The only difficult part was explaining to Mingyu that the elevator had been broken for almost a year, and getting him up four flights of stairs to their apartment.

Wonwoo was admittedly very impressed that his boyfriend only tripped five times, and only fell down twice. Mingyu was pretty much unconscious by the time Wonwoo unlocked the door and let Mingyu stumble in first.