Myunghyuk Geschichten

Taking a plane from Japan in between his own schedules isn't exactly what anyone would have advised, but Myungjun wouldn't have missed Minhyuk's concert for the world.

Minhyuk is still shaking when he finds his seat and slides against the soft velvet, barely registering lights going off and people shushing each other; silence takes over the theatre, but his mind is so damn loud. Myungjun is born to be on that stage. It is all in his delicate gestures, his honey-like voice, his confident dance steps; it's the way he flirts with the audience, gorgeous as ever, finally free, shining like the brightest star. Minhyuk just can't help but keep falling for him again and again and again -no matter if it's Myungjun or Jamie or a weird yet perfect mix of the two, he would risk it all for him.

One day, Myungjun's world goes still at 12:25. The exact date he saw Minhyuk for the last time.

‌-It's not even Halloween yet and I'm already dressed as your future boyfriend-

Minhyuk thinks life is a lot like falling, whether it's backwards or forwards or into someone else's arms. Like Myungjun's.

Myungjun turns around, hugging Minhyuk back, and it's enough, words superfluous - being each other's home is the most reassuring feeling, when everything else seems confusing.

Myungjun claims everything laying in their living room as his, and Minhyuk's clothes make no exception.

To Minhyuk's burning soul, Myungjun is like the gentlest breeze in a hot summer day.

It is Minhyuk's twenty-seventh birthday, and a chance for Myungjun to make up for some old missed wishes.

Minhyuk's reddened cheeks remind Myungjun of Autumn's prettiest colours and he can't stop himself from leaning over and kiss him, forgetting about the fever they are going to catch if they stay like that for too long, about the warmth waiting for them inside. Losing his breath again -this time with the sweetest intentions- seems more important than anything else.

If you love someone, you let them go was a concept Myungjun always had troubles to grasp in its entirety. Now, torn between keeping Minhyuk close or freeing him completely, he doesn't know what to do.

Sometimes they almost forget what the whole point has always been. Until they remember, and that's enough.

"Give me your hand", he smiles. "I am sorry it is not a fancy one but-" "I like it", Minhyuk says softly, kissing his cheek. "A lot. Thanks, hyung" "I'm glad. It's a promise ring" "Oh? But why -what are you promising?"

Minhyuk didn't know a milkshake could lead to butterflies, until he shared one with Myungjun.

Minhyuk finds out that not only Myungjun is a star himself, but has a whole constellation on his face.

"Hyung?" "Yes?" "Can I kiss you?" Myungjun is sure he heard it wrong. He has to, because no matter how indecipherable Minhyuk can be at times, that doesn't make any sense.

Just fall in love with me, Minhyuk wishes as Christmas lights fill Myungjun's eyes of the most magical shimmer.

"Can I- can I stay with you? Just for tonight". He sounds childish (and needy and broken, maybe) but he can't help it. "Please?" "Come here", Myungjun murmurs, shifting to make more space as he curls up next to him and finds his hand, holding it tightly. "Are you alright?"

No matter how much Myungjun blinks, Minhyuk doesn't disappear, there in flesh and bones and soul. He looks, sounds, feels real. And Myungjun can breathe again, for one night more.

When Myungjun does show up on his birthday, Minhyuk starts to believe that, maybe, sending prayers to the universe while blowing candles on a cake is not such an ungrounded tradition.