Follow Your Heart

Stay hey, you are my soulmate.

Minhyuk woke up first the next morning, still curled into Kyung. He smiled looking at Kyung's face, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, as he slipped out of bed to go to bathroom.

He came back from the bathroom, and replied to the text from Yeongjae, asking him if everything was alright.

He had meant to climb back into bed with Kyung, but then he looked around.

He had been too distracted last night to really notice Kyung's room. The walls were painted a calming blueish grey, a wall dedicated to the all pictures Kyung took. Looking closely, he saw pictures of Kyung's siblings, parents, grandparents, their friends and he even had a solo picture of Minhyuk, it looked like it was taken on the rooftop of house. Minhyuk's eyes were closed as it looked like he was giggling, tipsy with alcohol in the picture.

The room was a bit of a mess, books and clothes everywhere, but Minhyuk could deal with that.

There were sketches on his desk, and Minhyuk had never really seen his sketches, though he knew he was an art minor, so he crossed the room to look, stepping over a pile of what looked like comfy PJ's set.

When his reached the desk and picked up the first sketch he saw, his heart thumped painfully.

They were him. A dozen of them, of him studying or more like stressing out at the café, of him staring at his phone, of him listening to music with his eyes closed, of him laughing at something probably at something one of their friends said.

"So you saw huh. What do you think?" came a deep voice from behind him, and Minhyuk turned to see Kyung sitting up in the bed. He was still blinking sleep from his eyes, and his skin was flushed and his black hair a mess, and honestly Minhyuk swooned a little.

"They're lovely." Minhyuk gave them another look, "That was last year," he said, staring. He and Minhyuk used argue a lot back then.

"Yeah." Kyung sighed, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

"You..."

"Yeah." Something in his voice made Minhyuk go back to the bed, sitting cross-legged on it so he could look at Kyung. "I told you, you scared me more than anything...I just...it still feels like giving in. Not you," he said, quickly, before Minhyuk could start to process. "But, like, in general." His gaze flicked up to Minhyuk. "I still think soul mates are bullshit and don't mean anything and it doesn't have anything to do with how I feel about you."

"And I still think you're my soul mate, and I love you." Minhyuk leaned and gave Kyung a peck. "We'll figure it out."

"We'll figure it out," Kyung echoed. He then shifted so he could grip Minhyuk's hand, interlacing their fingers. "Right?"

"Right." Harry looked at their interlaced fingers. The red thread started to intertwine between their fingers. He wanted a picture of that. Of them, figuring things out. Of them, together. "I love you."

"Love you too." Minhyuk grinned at hearing it, and Kyung laughed seeing Minhyuk blush a little, and rolled over so he had Minhyuk pushed back to the bed underneath him. Then he just sat back and stared at Minhyuk again, his eyelids low over his eyes, his chin set. "And I'll try not to be afraid of that."

"Good. Now I think you should wake me up properly."

"You mean like this?" Kyung asked as he kissed Minhyuk's nose.