#ch:mingyu

[lovelysvtn]

5 senses at a college party with boyfriend!Mingyu 1.8k words; fluffy but suggestive, kind of? (WARNINGS:  this story includes mentions of alcohol) NOTE: firstly, thanks to sophie for the prompt idea.  secondly, while this isn’t technically very smutty, you can obviously tell my mind went to the gutter again. so sorry for that (but not really). enjoy :)

Sight

As you squeezed through the crowd of dancing bodies, your eyes slid across the area; arms flew in all directions and dribbles of liquid flew from the cups said arms tried to preserve whilst moving wildly.  You set your sights above the ocean of heads, searching for mound of brown hair that would stick out significantly high above all others.  

Your eyes finally landed on the familiar face of a tall, slender boy with yellow hair ruffled across his forehead, to which you hurriedly flocked to. “Hey, Minghao!”  You yelled above all other imposing sounds to get the boy’s attention, stepping up to him with a big smile.

“Heeeey,” he gleamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “What’s up?” He led you away from the crowd of people and into the kitchen, where empty cups littered the floor, abandoned half-filled cups rested on the table and stools, and a line of liquor bottles and sodas lined the counters. “What do you want, I’ll pour you up,” your friend offered, grabbing a red cup from the upside down stack.  

“Whatever you feel like pouring,” you confirmed, not feeling the right to be picky about his house’s free booze.  “Uh, d’you know where Mingyu is, though?”

Minghao shrugged his shoulders, his earring bouncing with the action, “Nah, haven’t seen him in a bit.  He’s probably waiting around for you, too,” he laughed at the idea of the pair of you searching in opposite directions for one another as he handed you the cup.

“Thanks.” You blew out a sigh, “I’m gonna check his room, if you see him send his lanky ass to me,” with a shared laugh between you both, you retreated to the back of the house.  Muttering apologies and excusing yourself, you pushed past the few couples who were pressed together against the walls of the hallway.  Your knuckles tapped against his door three times before you entered, your eyes dropping upon the long legs that rested comfortably on the bed.  

Your eyes skimmed up his long body, taking in the clothes he donned tonight first.  You always loved how stylish your boyfriend was, legs clad in black jeans, torso covered with a thin, loose grey tee shirt accompanied by an even more loose plaid flannel comprised of dark green and navy blue.  Dangling to the side of his neck was the plain gold chain you’d gotten him a while back (you’d only gotten it because he whined about not looking cool enough without one), but you didn’t regret it, he did look heavenly with it on.  Scanning the hunk further upward, you were met with a smile of pearly white teeth and those two cute canines that stuck out, and finishing the eyeing of your man led to his hair, slightly messed up from having been laying down, but even before he’d lie down he had probably forgotten to brush through it, anyway.

“Here you were,” you cooed, a smile dragging across your lips at the sight of his own.  The moment you walked in, he’d gotten up from the bed and picked up a bottle from the table, lifting it to his smiling lips, eyes gleaming as they scraped over your entirety.  

Smell

Arms quickly engulfed you in a loose embrace, your nose meeting with the chest in front of you just as quickly.  With a pleased giggle, you leaned forward and rested your weight against Mingyu, breathing in deeply.  His shirt smelled of fabric softener and detergent, provoking you to rub your face against him.

“Huh, finally did your laundry, did you?” You chided, a playful smile overtaking your expression.  You wrapped an arm around his waist and gazed upward, scrunching your nose as his breath flowed across your face; you’d expected a heavier stench of beer than he’d given off, but only a light bitterness accompanied by a hint of his toothpaste’s spearmint flavor invaded your senses.

“Actually, I just borrowed this from Minghao,” he joked along with you, lips curling into another beautiful smile.  His neck craned downward as you lifted to your toes, lips skimming across yours lightly before throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.  “There’s a whole party out there and we’re missing out, let’s go!”

Letting out a hearty laugh, you held your arm forward and called out in agreement, your head resting against his shoulder as he led the both of you out the room.  You inhaled his cologne as you made way through people once more; Mingyu being the kind of guy who never left his room without making sure he didn’t reek of manly stench.  Yet, although you would never admit it to him (his ego would positively explode), even his natural aroma was pleasing; a unexplainable musk that gave you a filling sense of security when it were just the two of you, lying side by side in his bed.  His cologne, however, gave Mingyu a different vibe; the warmth that emits from his fragrance heats your nostrils, the blend spicy yet still sweet.  Honestly, Mingyu may as well have irresistible written across his forehead with the way just his scents alone make you feel.

As the two of you made your way into the living room, the once pleasing aroma flowing from your boyfriend was overpowered by the amount of people whose bodies produced disgustingly powerful stenches.  “I need another drink, come with me,” Mingyu whined and moved his arm to your waist, pulling you along with him to the kitchen.

Taste

You brought your own cup to your lips as Mingyu poured his, eyes shutting and lips pinching as the searing liquid slid down your throat.  Silently, you cursed Minghao, an unintentional laugh rising through you.  Of course, of all possible liquor options, he would give you the drink with a heavy bite; the flavor alone was enough to send chills down your spine, it tasted smokey and had the brash flavor of cinnamon.

Mingyu returned to your side, leaning against the counter and throwing back a big gulp of his preferred drink.  He nudged you with his shoulder to get your attention, “You’re admiring me very heavily, ya’ know?” He teased you while pulling you in front of himself and putting his drink aside. “But I guess I’ll give you a free pass to admire, I mean: I am quite the attraction.”  

You let out a scoff, along with a roll of the eyes, as you reached for each collar side of his opened flannel shirt. “And I’ll give you a free pass for that, because you really are,” you gave your boyfriend a wink before pulling him in for a kiss.  Mingyu’s lips, no matter what he’d consumed, are always just as sweet as his persona; not the multiples of unhealthy candies sweet, definitely not that.  His lips always taste of genuine sugar, the kind that you eat as a child before pouring it your cereal, expecting it to be just as nice as candy but really it’s just sweetness, there’s no flavor to the sugar, just that singular sensation. That’s what he tasted like, that and a hint of booze, of course.

Touch

Mingyu’s hands made their way to your waist, one arm quickly winding itself around you and pressing you flush against his body, the other hand came up to meet your neck, fingers brushing gently through your smooth strands of hair.  Your own pair found themselves moving from his collar to his hair and his chest, one combing through the feathery soft tufts of brown, while the other pressed flat against him, right on top of his accelerating heartbeat.

Your lips curled into a smile at the feeling of his heart rate, sliding from his own lips to his cheek, from his cheek to his jaw, and from there to his neck.  Although you knew you were flush in the middle of the kitchen and pinned together with Mingyu, his skin just felt so soft and so warm and plush under your kisses that it were impossible to tear yourself away from such an intoxicating man.

Meanwhile, Mingyu’s own fingers had began to hike up your shirt, gliding across your own smooth skin and drawing small circles upon each of your hips.  His head lolled to the side as your lips continued to the crook of his neck, teeth scraping against him, drawing small goosebumps to his skin and sending a crude chill down his spine.

You feel the vibrations of the  grunt that leaves his chest as you make your way back to his lips, hovering them with the lightest touch you could muster.  The fingers that were previously circling your skin were now pressed onto your back causing you break into a smile and skim your hands up to Mingyu’s cheeks.  Pressing them firmly, you leave a lingering peck and let your eyes graze up his face to meet the eyes that were now fiery hot, a combination between the alcohol and your incredibly intense teasing.

Sound

“HEY, could you two stop being gross right here, you’re in the way!”  A loud roar from Minghao broke the concentration you had on your boyfriend as you turned around and flipped a rude finger toward him.  With a laugh you pushed yourself away from Mingyu and grabbed onto your drink again.  “Go be nasty among the other dancing nasties, would you?3”

“He must be lone-drinking tonight, huh?” Mingyu quipped, spurting into a heart-warming laugh at his roommate’s expression.  Although he frequently laughed—not just small laughs but hearty, full laughs—the sound never failed to bring an instant smile to your face.  His laugh always sounded so pure and warm, and it alone showed Mingyu in his entirety; a warm, playful, gentle kind of guy.

“Piss off,” Minghao scowled, shooing you and your boyfriend out of the kitchen.  The closer you got to the living room the louder the blaring of music got.  Mingyu clinged to you as you continued to one of the inner corners of the room where other familiar faces of Mingyu’s friends were holed up.  The two of you joined in with most of the others at the party, bodies syncing to the beats of the song, one of which you were unfamiliar with but all the same provided you with something to move to.

“I just think you should know,” your boyfriends silky smooth voice started, close enough to your ear for only you to hear—but to hear very clearly.  “You got me all worked up in there,” he pressed on, the depth in his voice sending tremors through your body, a smirk lacing itself on both yours and his lips. “And I’m definitely getting payback tonight.  No free passes anymore, baby.” A few sentences had never evoked so many reactions from you before; Mingyu’s deep, sultry voice flooded through you in heavy waves, you could honestly listen to him speak nonstop in this tone.  It was almost chocolaty, smooth and velvety, terribly delectable and leaving you to whither in anticipation for the events to come.

[lovelysvtn]

memorandum ↳ (letter-styled angst in which) Mingyu can’t cope with your breakup 2.2k+ words by meagan

Day 1

Is it considered cowardly to write an apology letter rather than actually apologizing?  Oh, what’s it matter when I really am a coward.  Ha.  Really, though, I’m not even sure if I’m writing this to beg for your forgiveness or just to console the pathetic ache clenching at me with talons, due solely to my own stupidity… Likely the latter.  The reality is, that no matter how much I pour my heart out, it will be completely in vain, as there proves no way possible this will ever reach you; I’m too much a dastard to will myself to send this to you.

However, in every manner and with every scratch of this floral-print pen against un-lined stationery, I expel that I am so sorry.  Is there a right of me to say so, though?  It’s no doubt you decided to leave me, really, I honestly don’t blame you.  I’m nearly always late whenever the date proves most important, and even then I had the nerves to anger at your own fury and animosity.

To make matters worse, I’m not only never punctual but also the biggest asshole on the planet.  I always acted so dense when it came down to your feelings, everything was solely about me, me, and, what do you know, more me.  I stupidly envisioned that wherever I decided to go, you would so willingly follow; but now I’m fairly positive that you will never follow me again, and I won’t begin to know the pleasure that would come from trailing after you.

You told me I hardly told you of your worth to me, that I said “I love you” more within our first half-year than I have for the following year.  I assume, now, that it’s much too late to tell you that I did love you.  That I do love you.  Or that I’ll, honestly, always love you.

                                                        Love,                                        The idiot who let you leave:                                                       Mingyu

Day 5

While I was out, you came and dispelled the area of your belongings, leaving only emptied spaces and neat, folded piles of shirts that you had convinced me were no longer of my possession.  An ounce of me hoped that through either absent-mindedness or pure pleasure that you’d have kept them, maybe worn them again to walk around your new place, to sleep in, to come back in… At this point, I think I’d take anything, really.

Some fragment of my brain imagined that when I had called after a couple of days that you would melt and we’d sew ourselves back together, I envisioned telling you I would change, that I am changing and that we could go back to our worry-free lives together.  I sincerely did not expect you to laugh that weak, languid chuckle of disappointment, to cut me off with a blatant refusal accompanied by a more-than-good excuse for such.  I hadn’t realized that “we” weren’t worry-free, that I was, and that you weren’t–because of me.

Now that I realize that every ounce of potential for an “us” is now impossible, I can’t help but feel the odd, displaced aura that this house now holds.  Despite being full of the bits of junk that I own, your own possessions made it lively, colorful, airy, even.  There’s no frilly laughter to fill the stale silence of the surroundings; no scent of flowers and coconut to mix with the coffee’s own after a fresh, early morning’s brew.  

I genuinely miss every single thing about you, right now.  I’ll keep trying though, I’m not letting you go without a fight.  I love you.  I really, really love you.

                                                      Love,                                      The insolent ass of a man:                                                     Mingyu

Day 13

I called again today.  I also failed to get you to receive the call, yet again.  However, this time I did not leave a message for you to delete and forget about.  I was too craven (dense, too; I always am) to utter any words through the phone.  

For the first time in, well, in general, I’m at a loss for words.  Or maybe there just aren’t enough of them to allow me to even begin explaining how much I need you by my side again.  It feels like there’s a lack of blood flowing through my chest, or like I can’t take in enough oxygen no matter how hard I try to inhale...

Which brings me to think about how the only other time I had felt this strained were in those moments in which you would lie beneath me, eyes locked with my own, our minds, our hearts, our souls stuck in such moments that we could only hope would never end.

Right now, I just really want to see your face.  I need to know you’re doing well, to hear the shrill of laughter bubbling from your throat and see the curve of your lips rising, the dimple on your chin creasing into your skin.  I want to see the eyes that always shone with life, those that gave me small glances of infatuation, the kinds of glances you didn’t really think I noticed.

But I did.  I may not have said anything, but I noted a lot of things about you.  How could I not, you really are something otherworldly… Anyway, next time please answer my calls.  So I can quit writing on this low-quality paper and hear you speak my name.  Love you.  A lot.

                                                    Love,                                          The rising desperate:                                                   Mingyu

Day 21

Sorry… For sending another call your way.  I’m surprised you haven’t changed your number yet, what with the influx of calls you get from me after so many days.  Of course you didn’t answer, but this time I knew what I wanted to say.  Or so I thought; I realize now that I only spouted a load of incoherent pleas and rambles over my feelings.

I meant it, though:  all of it.  I miss you like Hell, I wasn’t lying one bit about that, nor when I told you that I realized how terrible I was, how wrong I was, how much you sincerely mean to me.  It’s absolutely ridiculous that after twenty-one days on my own that I only now tell you this, I mean, there’s no way you’re not scoffing and cursing me out as you listen to my pitiful whining.  But, it really is much too lonely without you around; I’d become so accustomed to walking inside, the aroma of whatever you’d made for dinner wafting through me as I entered, seeing your bright, cheerful face, your arms snaking around my neck before I’d even entirely removed my shoe but my arms would wrap themselves around you instinctively anyway… I need that back.  When I walk inside now, I smell the odor of alcohol, see the abundance of cans lined up and stacked upon one another on the table tops; it’s quite honestly deplorable.

I’m sorry… I should probably try not to call in the future.  Maybe next time I’ll be blessed enough to receive a phone call from you, even if it’s unintentional.

                                                      Mingyu

Day 37

I finally managed to drag myself out of this dull apartment last night, or more accurately the guys managed to drape me in presentable attire, brush my hair and drag my unwilling body outside.  They took me to this old bar we used to hang out at, you know, the one with the panda mural on the bathroom wall.  Anyway, though, they told me it’d be a good time; I could let loose, have a few drinks outside the realm of cans of beer, and maybe drunkenly flirt and get lucky at some point.  

In the midst of downing my second drink, however, I spotted you from across the room.  You were with your friends, I recognized them from the double dates and many parties we’d attended.  They looked like they were doing well, I’m glad for that.  You, too, looked well.  I couldn’t prevent noticing that you’d changed your hairstyle a little, new color, shorter cut; I like it.  You looked absolutely stunning.

Nonetheless, there were also faces I failed to distinguish, supposing we’d never met formally.  But, only one pegged me of all of the unfamiliar faces; the one who leaned in so closely their nose nearly rubbed against your cheek, who wrapped their arm casually around you, who stared at you as if you were the only woman near him… That’s the only person who I genuinely wanted to know.  

Not for some stupid, unthinkable reason, really I’m not going to be that such man.  I just… I want to know if he’s a good guy, if he’s going to treat you better than I ever had, that he’ll treat you how I wish I could now…

I hope you’re happy, either way.  You looked it, and that’s all I could ask for.

                                                      Mingyu

Day 52

I decided that I no longer enjoy the presence of absolutely nothing, so I’ve been cleaning up, packing some things, throwing some out; I’m finally moving out… I found something of yours though, for some reason it’d been stuffed into the deepest recesses of my drawer.  Remember when you used to take photos of nearly every single place we went?  It’s the album that I found; I started looking through some of the pictures, reminisced a lot, spouted some laughs at the terrible photos of us on those horrid rollercoasters at the park, drowned in even more laughs at the photo snapped right as a bug flew near your nose.  But, often sadness follows the happy and a few tears spread on your pictures, and for that I apologize.

It’s stupid how much I miss you, right now.  And even though I probably shouldn’t, I’m keeping this album.  Maybe someday I’ll face reality and throw it out, but for now:  it’s mine.

                                                      Mingyu

Day 76

It’s been over two months since we’ve last spoken, life’s been pretty busy though, so I’ve been keeping my mind off of the factors my awful relationship skills.  I actually got a job offer awhile back, you may remember when we talking about it one night, it’s the one that’s out of the country, but only for half a year.  But maybe that would be a good change for me; I probably should get out a bit more, while I’m still young and definitely not lacking in good looks.  I don’t really have much to say in this, but I felt like it was a noteable to write something.  I suppose it’s because I’m too excited about this job.

I told Chan he could stay here while I’m gone, well, since he’s the only of the guys still living at home.  So, I should really hide the box I’m stuffing these papers into, though, so he doesn’t find it if he snoops around… Hm, safe idea.

                                                      Mingyu

Day 297

Wow.  Can you believe it, It’s been, what, almost ten months, now?  I only recently came back from abroad, and I was cleaning out my closet to fit loads of clothes back into the space when I dropped the container of endless pages filled with my pathetic rambling.  I wonder how you’ve been doing, I hope you haven’t been ill, that you’ve been full of life and contentment.  I need to continue unpacking, but with these few sentences I hope my well-wishes and good vibes reach you.

                                                      Mingyu

Day 407

I met up with Wonwoo today (as I do so often…) and he told me he saw you out a while ago.  Being him, of course he waltzed right up to you and spoke as if he had been in your company this last year.  (I swear, sometimes he can be as dense as me…)  He said he asked how you were doing, though (you two were always pretty close, I’m sorry I kind of ruined that…), he thought I’d like to know you’re doing well, that you’re practically radiating bliss to those around you.  

He also said you asked about me, and that he discreetly brought up that we should meet.  And I spoke honestly, telling him that I would love to but unfortunately I left an unsightly impression at the end.  Of course, he then called me stupid and dragged out the secrets of the incorrigible calls I made much, much too often.  But I was, I was very stupid; sorry for that.

He did say he told you about me though, about the job and all; he recalled a kind of shimmer in your eyes, like a tear bubbling to the surface, and that the corners of your lips tugged into the widest smile he’d viewed from you.  If that meant you were happy for me, proud of me, then I sincerely thank you; I just wish you could have gone through it with me...

But, you know how Wonwoo is, he doesn’t want to break anyone’s heart or to send a shred of sadness their way, so he hesitated to actually tell me about you for a while.  But, eventually, with enough taunting pleas, he said you’d gotten engaged.  That the man’s name is Seokmin and that he makes you the happiest you’ve been in a while.  

I’m glad for you, I am. So, congratulations.  I hope you can continue to live with this happiness, you more than deserve it.  

Maybe, at some point in our futures, we can meet again.  

Until then, however…

                                                       Love,                                                         Mingyu

[lovelysvtn]

enigmatic ↳ a meanie!au in which Mingyu is a killer and Wonwoo finds out 3.3k+ words by meagan pt.1  ||  pt.2  (disclaimer:  this story may include spurts of harsh language, alcohol, and death)

Fingers flicked incessantly at the corner of the books page, bending and curling the edges of the fine white slips as hazed eyes scanned over each word.  Wonwoo read thoroughly, all while not exactly comprehending the words, thoughts occupied with the image of his fiancé darting out of the building, still clad in his tight, yet well-fitting suit, hair sweeping with the force of the wind that pushed against Mother Nature’s creations.  

Pushing his lips out, Wonwoo folded the upper point of the page, closing the novel gently, tracing over the white script reading The Sign of Four, each letter’s enamel protruding from the hardcover, providing a sense of satisfaction from the smooth touch that accompanied the title.  With a huff of breath, he set the book in the passenger seat alongside an array of wrappers from the sweet snacks he indulged in throughout his wait for Mingyu.  

He extended his left leg, pressing his foot against the hard, flat plastic of the rest provided, failing the attempt to completely stretch out his limb and rid himself of prolonging discomfort.  His head dropped backward against the seat’s head cushion, hair bouncing upward and swaying to the side from the force, the strands laying themselves directly above Wonwoo’s delicate eyelashes.

Wonwoo’s eyes flicked to his mobile as the screen emitted a ray of light, the familiar ringing that accompanied an incoming call invading the once calming silence.  Upon reading the caller’s name (which was followed by a simple heart emoticon) he slid the pad of his finger across the green icon, “Oh, Mingyu?” the surprise flowing from his voice rose more persuasively than he had presumed.

“Sorry but I think I’m gonna be late tonight,” the voice echoed through every facet of Wonwoo’s mind, expression contorting as his line of sight met with the lean male fleeing from the brick-walled building to the right of him.

Wonwoo’s breath hitched in his throat as he comprehended the sentence, his reply flowing with the breath that escaped his now heavily weighted lungs.  These calls were nothing out of the ordinary, though; however, Wonwoo usually understood that Mingyu’s job would require that he stay to speak to clients–even after he could declare himself finished with the day. Now, though… Now proved different.

His eyes stayed focused on the sleek-looking other as he crossed the street, pulling the door to his car open wide enough for him to swiftly slide in.  “Well, be careful coming home; it’s supposed to start raining soon…” Wonwoo pushed a sentence from his throat, unsure if the weather forcast really called for rain or not, he just needed to say something, anything.  

“I’m sorry,” the nearly monotonous apology made Wonwoo’s stomach churn and his fingers tighten around the edges of his phone.  ““I’ll see you at home, okay?  I love you,” the voice continued, the last fragment causing a falter in the older male’s heartbeat, questions (dozens of them) threatening to pour from him.

“Yeah…” Hesitant to trust the usually meaningful words, Wonwoo’s grip loosened, eyes falling as his opposite hand reached to shift his vehicle into drive. “Yeah.  Love you, too,” this, though, he knew was true.  Without allowing another word from the delusive Mingyu, he quickly jerked the phone from his ear, pressing down on the bright red button as soon as it appeared on the screen.

“God dammit,” he cursed, fingers wrapping around the steering wheel with enough pressure to cause his knuckles to lighten from his original skin tone.  As the vehicle in front of him sped off, Wonwoo hastily shifted his into drive before trailing a few meters behind, back arched away from the seat and eyes focused intently on the accelerating car.

As the light along the street flashed from its vibrant green to a sphere of red, Wonwoo’s eyes flicked to the side, his foot tapping at the break and hands guiding the steering wheel into the next lane, halting behind a large suburban, all while keeping close watch on Mingyu through the rearview window of his automobile.

The tips of his fingers tapped at his jean-covered thigh, teeth clamped down on the plump expanse of skin before them, dragging back and forth while the wait for a switch of the traffic light felt endless.  Wonwoo’s foot lifted from the break with ease as the opposing post’s light flicked from the yellow to the next hue, anticipation rising for the moment the vehicles preceding him would speed up, allowing him to once again lag behind his lover’s car.

His eyes locked on the blinker flashing repeatedly, the mass of dark blue disappearing to the left into a crowded parking lot, coming to a halt in the most secluded area the pavement provided, the streetlights inadequate enough to shine such a distance back.  Wonwoo immediately swerved through the line of traffic, sliding through the space between two trucks into the same lot, body jolting at the speed bump he’d failed to slow for.

He made a circle around the parked cars, halting his own vehicle two aisles away from his fiancé’s, avoiding any instance in which he may find himself confronted by Mingyu’s curiously bright eyes, and sly curve of his lips upon recognition.  His finger looped into the ring of his keys, yanking the metal from the ignition before scurrying out of the door with a speed he hadn’t envisioned possible, the legs that didn’t quite reach the length of Mingyu’s carrying him hastily over the concrete and into the brick-walled building.

The direct scent of strong alcohols swept through Wonwoo’s senses, heavy blinks due to dim lighting and bright flashes of stage-lights accompanying the exalted coughs at the cloud of smoke wafting over the expanse of the room at head-level.  His head whipped from right to left with each body that bumped and brushed against his own, causing his hands to automatically find their way into the mono-pocket of his sweatshirt, fingers curling into his palms at the struggle to reach the empty seat at the far corner of the entrance.

Reaching up, his hand latched onto the lump of fabric hanging behind his neck, pulling it forward to cover the top of his head and allow for a more discreet appearance, unwilling to stand out upon every fiber in his body.  The moment his scanning vision met with the familiar curl of brown hair fixated with a small amount of product, Wonwoo scowled, immediately meeting with the sight of a male around their own age, dressed casually yet making the clothes look better than they would on someone else.  Too far to recognize any features of the other’s face, he sufficed with watching the interactions from afar, body sinking into the much uncomfortable metal chair as his significant other’s arm wrapped around another’s shoulder, pulling him close enough utter unheard words.

Wonwoo’s hand flew to his face, rubbing at the skin of his forehead as Mingyu’s figure turned in his direction, he and his company parading to his area of the tavern, bodies pressed closely together–due to either the amount of others pushing against them or the sheer enjoyment that came with being close, Wonwoo really had no idea at this point.

A breath of relief floated from his throat as the pair opted to sit on the stools at the bar, facing one another as Mingyu continued to speak words that the other hadn’t

cared to listen to, his slender fingers snapping repeatedly in request for the bartend that rolled his eyes upon approaching.  The male beside his fiancé held up two fingers toward the man, attention turning back toward the taller brunette, head nodding as two glasses filled to the brim appeared in front of them.  Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed at the apparent dislike spread across Mingyu’s face as he quietly complied to a short toast before sipping at the liquid, wondering why the younger felt it necessary to drink for this other male while he never once drank for nor with his own partner.  

The brunette’s expression tightened, the hand wrapped around the full glass carefully dropping to the counter, body completely still despite the blaring, rhythmic music.  His stance straightened, the hand lying on the top of his thigh tightening as his fingers curled into his palm, eyes following the lips of the other’s spoken words.

The exchange continued until Mingyu’s body positioned itself closer to the other male’s as he abruptly stood, stool dragging against the hard tile of the floor in a loud screech. As soon as one stood, the other followed suit, adjusting the collar of his button up and pushing his hands deep into his pockets.  Wonwoo followed their motions as the shorter one shook his head and the other dropped a hand to his shoulder, willing him to nod in agreement to whatever the conversation consisted of.

In a fumble of wobbly legs and dizzy feet, the shorter of the two slyly slipped through the midst of people and through the door.  Craning his neck, the hooded male pushed his seat backward and straightened his legs before trailing far behind the pair.  His feet led him around the entirety of the parking lot to his parked vehicle, fingers weaving around the multiple of keys to unlock the door and quickly slip inside, exposing himself to the sight of his fiancé wrapped around another as he aided him into the car.

As briskly as Mingyu departed from the parking lot, Wonwoo gripped the steering wheel, willing his foot to press down against the accelerator, head leaned against the door’s window, the cool glass pricking at his temple.  

Continuing to follow after his partner proved a task within itself, with the constant accelerations and failure to abide by regulation driving rules.  The once dimly lit streets of a metro area faded directly after a swift turn, Wonwoo’s surroundings blending into a desolate shade of gray accompanied by its darker friends, the only genuine hue blooming from the taillights of the preceding vehicle.

Without signal, Mingyu’s eventually halted, the previous burst of color immediately leaving the area with the opening of his door.  Eyes followed as he stepped out, returning to his company’s side and releasing him from the enclosure of the car, an arm slipping itself around the taller, his own arm winding around the other’s waist.

Wonwoo’s brow inched upward at the notion splayed before him, cautiously removing the key from the dashboard and shoving it into the depths of his pocket as he waded between the untrimmed bushes, his car at rest behind.  Rather than watching as the brunette bustled into a wooden structure, he opted to keep view of his feet, weaving around the fallen tree branches that threatened to make his presence known to the two others.

His fingernails dipped into the chipped wood of a tinted window’s pane, subconsciously leaning onto the tops of his feet to better his sight inside of the dimly lit room.  He scanned the area, eyes lingering on the homely-colored sofa and the unconscious male placed atop it.  The short murmur of his partner’s voice resonated through the thick glass, causing Wonwoo’s jaw to clench with the sheer amount of focus placed into thoroughly listening to the beginning conversation.

The shoulders of the man inside broadened as his arm outreached toward the half-conscious male, knees bending as his face lowered and shortened the gap between the two.  Mingyu’s body jerked to the side before his hand quickly fell to his side, retreating from the now gawking other and waltzing closer to the window Wonwoo perched behind, fingers trembling against splintering wood, eyes following the nearing figure’s mouth as he spoke words mute to Wonwoo’s ears.

Quickly, he turned around, feet shuffling quickly back to his companion, short sentences spewing from each’s mouth, both faces reddening at whatever words the conversation withheld.  Arms prodded about in various directions, fingers tensed and curled into fists, jaws clenched together...until all movements slowed with a single stretch of Mingyu’s legs and the reach of his arms toward the sitting male.

Wonwoo’s brow furrowed, eye sockets widening as his took in every aspect of the performance splayed in front of him, the tensing of Mingyu’s back muscles, the short legs that kicked at the shins of the taller legs, arms sweeping toward Mingyu’s face and hands pushing at the chest in front of them.

The older man’s heart felt as if it’s fervent beating halted, breath catching in his throat as his fiancé pulled his acquaintance from the couch, body lying limply on the floor and complying to the pull of his legs across the surface.  Tongue darting to wet his lips, Wonwoo dropped his arms to his side, feet stumbling as he attempted to distance himself from the wooden structure.

His fingers fished around the pockets of his jeans, the ring of his keys looping around his index finger, eyes straining to search for the key to allow entrance into his vehicle.  Quietly, he shut the door and started the car, watching the darkened silhouettes as one made his way toward an expanse of water and the other had no choice but to follow.

-*-

Wonwoo’s feet slid across the carpeted floor, fingers white with the tightening grip on his cellphone, teeth continued to clench themselves together and his nostrils flared as the dragging of his feet turned into stomps while he ventured into the apartment’s kitchen.  He dropped his cell onto the marble counter, trailing his fingertips across the chilled expanse and using the opposite hand to open a cupboard door, swiftly yanking a glass from the shelf.

What once was a slight vibration of his fingers due to tension became a gyration–from increase in tension:  maybe; from anger:  possible, from fear:  even more possible.  Wonwoo pressed the back of the cup against the plate in the refrigerator door, filling the wobbling container with cool water before attempting to down it, only to clink the glass against his front teeth and shake the liquid onto not only his chin but down the chest of his shirt.

Deflated, he threw the contents of the glass into the sink, dropping the cup with a shattering cling against the steel.  His shoulders dropped with the release of the breath he’d held captive, feet tripping backward and hip knocking against the edge of the counter.  Wonwoo’s body tensed as a familiar tone resonated through the apartment, a picture of his fiancé flashing across the screen followed by the caller ID.  Teeth bit down on his tongue as his body repelled itself from the counter, index finger quickly swiping across the bright red icon, the picture fading to the reflective blank appearance it previously held.

Throwing a glance toward the door, Wonwoo retreated from the kitchen, toes curling into the fluff of the carpet upon dropping himself onto the stiff couch, eyes fixated on the small expanse of wall not filled with framed photos of the home’s two occupants.  

With the flood of thoughts swirling around Wonwoo’s mind, time passed by more quickly than it seemed, the jingle of keys echoing past the door, triggering the older to sit up straight and anticipate the entrance of the other.  “Wonwoo?”  Oxygen filled his lungs, “I’m back…” the oxygen refused to leave until he pulled his thumb between his lips, biting on the nail and staring straight at the television screen.

“Uh, Wonwoo?”  Mingyu turned the corner, illumination suddenly flashing, Wonwoo’s eyes narrowing at the beams, though refusing to waver from his own reflection in the darkened screen.

A breath stumbled through his nose, thumb retracting from his lips, “Mingyu, we need to talk.”  He watched the taller’s reflection as he enclosed the space between them, the couch dipping as he carefully lowered himself onto the cushions.  Mingyu leaned forward, extending an arm toward Wonwoo who retracted, moving from the middle of the seat to the far edge, distancing himself as thoroughly as possible from his partner.

“Mingyu,” the name passed through his lips as a whisper, a scowl almost immediately waning itself onto Wonwoo’s expression.  “I know,” his eyes narrowed, sight leveling on the coffee table in front of them, “that you haven’t been at work…”

The other’s head turned, back straightening as he waited for Wonwoo to continue to speak, “So, where were you?”  Wonwoo’s line of sight burned through everything splayed in front of him except for the single area he yearned to peer.

“I just… They… The guys,” Mingyu stuttered, tongue gliding over his cracking lips, “The guys wanted to get drinks...we just went to the bar, and…”

“And what?”  Wonwoo’s heart rate increased, teeth digging into the skin of his cheek to relinquish the burning sensation beginning in his eyes.

“And? Well, and I’m- I’m really sorry, Wonwoo…”

“Sorry?  You’re sorry?”  Wonwoo’s resolve blistered, his legs picking him up from his sitting position, body towering over Mingyu’s, widened eyes locked on the other’s.  “Do you know what the Hell you’re sorry for?!”

“Don’t you, maybe, think you’re, uh... blowing this out of proportion?”  Wonwoo’s brow raised at the accusation, a scoff bubbling out of his throat.

Voice stuck in his throat, Wonwoo took a step backward, fingers curling into the palms of his hands, his nails pressing crescents into the smooth skin.  Once again, he inhaled a deep breath, speaking more quietly than he had previously, “Mingyu,” he blinked slowly, eyelids hovering in place for a moment, “One more chance; I’ll give you one more chance… Tell me, truthfully, what you did tonight.”

Chin down, chest slowly rising and falling, Wonwoo kept hold of Mingyu’s eyes, watching the waiver of dishonesty brush through them before he crippled the older’s offer.  “Like I said… I went out for a drink…”

With a nod and a simple, “Okay,” Wonwoo turned away from his fiancé, feet padding against the floor as he retreated from the room, pushing past the door into the shared bedroom.  He carried himself directly to the closet, throwing the doors open and ripping the suitcase from its nestled space between a pile of unworn shoes and the yet to be thrown out boxes from the day they moved in.

“Wonwoo,” his eyes flicked to the side, briefly meeting with Mingyu’s as he stood placently against the frame of the door.  “Wonwoo, what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” he muttered, ripping clothes from hangers and tossing them into the opened container, followed by flying jeans and bundles of socks.

“I don’t understand…” Mingyu took a large step into the room, “Why?”

“Because, Mingyu,” Wonwoo paused, the silence filled with the zipping of the case. “You can’t just lie like this and expect me to believe it… I’m not an idiot.”  Pulling the container off of the bed, Wonwoo took smell steps toward the other, lessening the large gap between their bodies.  Unable to make eye contact with the taller male, he kept his sight on the buttons trailing down his chest, “I know, Mingyu:  everything.  I followed you tonight, I-I watched you…”

He tilted his head up, locking eyes with the other’s as his pupils dilated, lips quivering with words that failed to spill.  “I just-  I mean I was only-  I have a good reason, believe me!”  Wonwoo’s fingers twitched, grip on the suitcase handle tightening despite the unwavering want to console the now teary eyed man in front of him.

“Stop, please.  Just leave me alone...” he shook his head, swallowing the lump of saliva down his throat and pushing past the taller.  Halting mid-step, a weight against his arm tugged him backward, the fingers wrapped around his thin wrist shaking.  Closing his eyes, he waited for the blur on his eyes to retract before reopening them, pulling his arm forward and continuing to distance himself from the deflated younger.

Holding a short breath in his lungs, Wonwoo slid his feet into the shoes in front of the door, plucking the keys from the shelf simultaneously.  Teeth digging into his lower lip, his hand lingered on the doorknob before pulling the mass closed behind him.

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cataclysm and infatuation ↳ a meanie!au in which wonwoo and mingyu meet during an apocalypse first chapter of many to come 3500+ words by sophie

Wonwoo was going crazy.

Or, at least he thought he was.

He’d been in the same enclosed place for weeks; seeing the same faces over and over again, eating the same, bland food, having the same conversations. There were so many good things to finally finding a place that they could take refuge, but there were also so many cons. At least he wasn’t stressed out searching for somewhere to take shelter; but now that he’d found one, there wasn’t much left to do but wait.

And survive.

Plus, he found himself continually getting into arguments with the others, probably because he had always had a hard time being around anyone for too long. Though he had been friends with them for as long as he could remember, and the cataclysm that had occurred only a few months ago seemed to have brought them all closer than ever, Wonwoo’s anxiety was rising and he needed a change of scenery.

“I think someone’s outside,” Soonyoung said from a different room, voice raised just loud enough for everyone else to hear.

“Good for them,” Seungkwan said, not bothering to look up from the gun he had been cleaning for the last hour. “We’re not letting them in.”

Soonyoung appeared from around the corner a few seconds later, his eyes full of empathy. “They look really rough. Maybe they need somewhere to stay.”

“Yeah,” Jisoo piped in, his caring personality causing him to instantly become defensive of the person that he had yet to even lay eyes upon. “what if it were you out there, and we refused to let you in?”

“I’d be fine on my own.” Seungkwan assured him, lips drawn in a straight line.

Soonyoung shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them and looking at Seungkwan with a serious expression. “I’m letting him in.”

Seungkwan stood up quickly, shoving the disassembled gun into Wonwoo’s lap before following Soonyoung into the other room. Wonwoo locked eyes with Jisoo, both of them standing up simultaneously, setting down their things before crossing the room and peering around the corner.

Soonyoung was standing in the doorway, Seungkwan over his shoulder, probably studying the stranger as he conversed with Soonyoung. After a few moments of this, Soonyoung and Seungkwan finally stepped aside, allowing the stranger enough space to step into the building before quickly shutting the door behind him.

Though he couldn’t get a clear view of him, Wonwoo instantly noticed the man’s rugged, worn-down clothing, toned arms and legs, tanned yet clear complexion.

But most of all, Wonwoo noticed how the man’s eyes sparkled with such liveliness, a kind of liveliness he hadn’t seen in anybody in a long time. He found himself wondering how the man could possibly have such lively eyes, considering the conditions he must have been in prior to this.

Though Soonyoung showed signs of wanting to lead the man into the other room, Seungkwan stood promptly in front of them, arms crossed on top of his chest.

“We really shouldn’t let him in until we get permission from Seungcheol.” Seungkwan said sternly, his stance remaining.

“You expect him to just sit here until he gets back?” Soonyoung asked, eyes wide.

Seungkwan nodded, and Soonyoung’s expression fell. He slowly turned back toward the stranger, saying something in a very quiet tone, before following Seungkwan out of the room. As they walked away, the man nodded sharply, setting down the few things that he had in hand before sitting on the floor, leaning his back against a wall. Wonwoo caught himself watching the man for a few seconds too long, looking away only when he felt Jisoo’s hand on his shoulder.

“Staring is rude.” he whispered into Wonwoo’s ear, giving him a smirk before turning and following the others back into the room.

Wonwoo’s cheeks flushed for a moment, and he brought his hands up to cover them, returning to the spot he had been sitting in before. Though he had picked up where he had left off in the book he had been reading, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the stranger in the next room.

Maybe that’s what he needed when he had wished for a change in scenery.

It was almost dark before Seungcheol and the rest got back, carrying with them supplies that they had spent the day collecting. As they stripped out of the layers of protective clothing they had worn, Seungkwan pulled Seungcheol aside and took to explaining the man in the other room.

Wonwoo helped the others in organizing and putting away the new supplies, trying to keep his mind off of the fact that he was, for some reason, nervous of Seungcheol’s reaction to the situation. What if he kicked the man back out onto the streets? What if Wonwoo didn’t even get the chance to learn his name?

After a long while of worrying, Wonwoo saw Seungkwan leading Seungcheol into the other room, the rest of the pack slowly dropping their things and following curiously. Wonwoo stayed toward the back of the group, peering tentatively over Minghao’s shoulder upon entering the room.

The man had stood up as soon as he saw Seungcheol, bowing before holding out his hand in greeting. Seungcheol shook it stiffly, nodding his head in response to the man’s bow. Closer this time than before, Wonwoo was able to hear almost everything that was being said, which quickly relieved his nerves.

“Kim Mingyu.” the man said confidently, and Wonwoo was sure his breath hitched in his throat. Seungcheol replied quickly with his own name, before wasting no time in speaking business.

“I think that the first thing to be done is a proper examination.” Seungcheol said in a professional voice, one that Wonwoo hadn’t ever heard before the incident, and had heard more than enough since then. Actually, he was sure that he hadn’t heard a tone other than that from Seungcheol in a very long time. Nowadays, he was all business.

“Examination?” Mingyu asked, eyebrows furrowing together slightly.

“Though you have told us that you are clear of disease, there is really no way to be sure. Even if you are telling the truth, there is some chance that you may have it and be oblivious to it.” Seungcheol explained promptly, hands clasped behind his back. “Of course, there is no way to officially diagnose you that we are aware of, but with a proper examination we can see if there are any physical symptoms. If there are not any, we will consider letting you join us. But if we find something…” Seungcheol’s voice trailed off, eventually just nodding his head, knowing that Mingyu knew what he meant.

Mingyu nodded back, completely understanding of Seungcheol’s precautions.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I will ask you to remain in this room until after the examination, when I have had time to discuss with the others and we have come to a decision.” Seungcheol said.

“Yes, of course.” Mingyu replied, bowing again toward Seungcheol.

Seungcheol turned and left the room, everyone else beginning to follow. Wonwoo felt himself lingering for a moment, watching again as Mingyu sat himself against the wall, before snapping out of it and quickly leaving the room.

“Would someone please volunteer to do the examination?” Seungcheol asked. He was now standing in front of the group, who sat on the floor, all eyes on him.

“Wonwoo will.” Jisoo said almost immediately, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. Seungcheol’s eyes met Wonwoo’s, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Wonwoo’s heart instantly began to raise. The thought of Mingyu completely stripped down in front of him, his only job being for his eyes to roam the entire expanse of skin, was too much for him to wrap his head around. Wonwoo looked down and played nervously with his hands, praying in his head for someone else to pipe up and volunteer before his head burst.

From the corner of his eye, Wonwoo saw a hand fly in the air, a voice escaping into the silence.

“I’ll do it.”

Wonwoo’s head snapped to the side, finding that the hand raised in the air belonged to Seokmin.

“I know a lot about the symptoms, and have seen a few cases of the kinds of rashes and blemishes that it can cause up close. I wouldn’t mind giving the examination.” Seokmin added, receiving an immediate nod from Seungcheol.

Though Wonwoo felt relieved at not having to perform the examination, part of him felt somewhat jealous of Seokmin. Jealous that he’d be alone in that room with Mingyu, jealous that he would be the only one whose eyes would roam the tanned skin of his body, jealous that Mingyu’s attention would be directed only toward him.

Wonwoo shook his head, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind and trying to focus back on the words spewing from Seungcheol’s mouth.

“If all is well after the examination, and this man doesn’t seem to have any signs of disease, there is a good chance that he will join us here. There’s strength in numbers, and we could always use another set of hands around here. Though I encourage you all to be friendly toward him, I would advise that each and every one of you stay as far away from his as possible - that is, until after the examination. We still want to be very cautious, as we are not yet sure what his condition is.”

Wonwoo nodded in reply, along with everyone that surrounded him, and Seungcheol emitted a prompt “good” before leaving the room.

“I tried,” Jisoo said, elbowing Wonwoo in the side and shrugging his shoulders.

Wonwoo shook his head as Jisoo smirked at him. “Stay out of it, Jisoo.”

“If you say so.” he replied, grinning as he picked himself up off the ground.

By the time Wonwoo had collected himself and stood up, everyone had gone back to what they had been doing before the somewhat emergency-meeting. Figuring he’d get yelled at for being lazy if he went back to his book, Wonwoo decided to help Seungkwan with cleaning the firearms, which he was always grateful for.

Plopping down on the floor next to Seungkwan, Wonwoo motioned for him to hand over a pistol, which he obliged to.

“Say, how do you feel about this new guy?” Wonwoo asked, trying to make his voice as monotone as possible, in attempt to make it less obvious that Wonwoo simply couldn’t get the kid off his mind.

“Mingyu?” Seungkwan asked, knowing that the older’s reaction would be a nod. “He’s infected. I’m sure of it.”

“Why did you get so close to him earlier then, if you think he has it?” questioned Wonwoo, his eyes staying on the pistol in his hands rather than looking up at Seungkwan, knowing that his expression would be blank as usual.

“You know that the disease can’t be transmitted by air, right?”

Wonwoo looked up, meeting Seungkwan’s eyes. “No, I didn’t. I...I was told to take every and all precautions, so I was never quite sure.”

“You can only get it from exchanging bodily fluids. That’s why you never just go up and stab someone - that’s what these are for.” he shook the rifle in his hand. “It would be difficult to contract it just by standing next to them, but it’s possible. They could easily bleed or spit on you, if they really wanted to. You can’t trust anyone nowadays.” he shrugged, his hands moving quickly as he reassembled the rifle. “I don’t trust that kid. Something about him.”

“He seems like a nice guy. What could he have done to get on your bad side?”

“Ah, he didn’t do anything.” Seungkwan shrugged, setting the rifle down before picking up a shotgun and taking it apart as quickly as he had put the last together, making Wonwoo wonder if there existed a gun that Seungkwan didn’t know everything about. “It’s just the way that he carries himself, I think. He’s too happy, too confident. I’m almost positive he’s hiding something.”

“You think?” Wonwoo stopped for a moment, cracking his knuckles before continuing. “But we still have some optimistic people in our group, and I’m sure they have nothing to hide. Jisoo, Chan, Minghao. They are almost always happy, happier than Mingyu is.”

“They’re still so innocent, young at heart. They haven’t seen some of the things we have, the things that make you grow up quick. But that Mingyu,” Seungkwan glanced toward the doorway that led to the other room. “he’s seen things. Maybe things that even we haven’t. How can he still have such a positive outlook after what he must’ve been through? It’s not right.”

Wonwoo shrugged, finishing the pistol and beginning to put it back together, at about half the speed that Seungkwan had. “Maybe.”

“I’m almost positive.” Seungkwan said, snapping the handgun into place and setting it by the rifle. “You’ll see, when he fails that examination.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Wonwoo questioned, holding the clean pistol out to Seungkwan.

“If he’s lucky enough to slide past that, it’ll come out sooner or later. I can guarantee it.”

“Hmm.” Wonwoo hummed. Upon being handed another pistol (the only thing he really knew anything about), he began cleaning in silence, not quite understanding Seungkwan’s argument.

Mingyu seemed like the most trustworthy person Wonwoo had ever been in the presence of. Even despite his shocking good looks and sparkling eyes, Mingyu held himself in a manner that just felt right to Wonwoo. Even having never spoken a word to the kid, Wonwoo knew that if put in the situation, he would trust Mingyu with his life.

And he wasn’t even sure he would put that much trust in the others.

Once the sun had been down for a few hours, and a majority of the guys had already gone to sleep, Wonwoo decided to quit cleaning the firearms and read a few pages of his book before dozing off himself. Though, he realized after reading only a couple sentences, his mind was much too scattered to fall asleep, nevertheless try to read a book properly.

His mind wandering naturally to the thought of their new guest, Wonwoo realized that it was dark and cold, and that Mingyu didn’t have anything to keep him warm.

Picking himself up from the ground, Wonwoo tiptoed into the room that everyone had cluttered their sleeping bags and blankets, trying to search for anything that wasn’t already occupied. Coming up with only his own blanket, Wonwoo didn’t have to think very hard before making the decision of giving it to Mingyu, figuring that he could just slip his way under Jisoo’s covers and stay fairly warm.

Trying to step as quietly as possible, Wonwoo ventured through the rooms toward the one that housed Mingyu, peeking around the corner to make sure that he was awake.

Having heard Wonwoo’s quiet footsteps, Mingyu’s eyes were already looking in the direction of the doorway, catching Wonwoo’s almost instantly. Wonwoo felt his heart flutter uneasily, this being the first time that the man had ever really acknowledged his presence.

“Hey, um…” Wonwoo’s voice cracked in pitch, and he cleared his throat before attempting to speak again. “I have a blanket for you to use if you want. It gets pretty cold in here at night.”

“Oh?” Mingyu began to stand up, but Wonwoo motioned for him to sit back down, entering the room and holding the blanket out to him. “Is everyone else already asleep? It’s gotten pretty quiet in the last hour or so.”

Wonwoo nodded, his empty hands now fiddling nervously behind his back.

“Would you, uh…” Mingyu looked down at the blanket in his hands for a moment before glancing back up at Wonwoo. “Would you mind maybe staying and talking to me for a bit? It’s been a  while since I really had a decent conversation with someone and, uh...that is, y’know, if you’re not tired.”

Wonwoo shook his head immediately. “No, I’m not tired at all, actually.”

“You can, uh, sit if you’d like.” Mingyu said, motioning toward the wall.  

Wonwoo nodded, slowly taking a few steps forward and closing the distance between them. Sliding down the wall as Mingyu had, Wonwoo sat next to him, just a few inches of distance between them.

“It must be nice to have a bunch of people to rely on. You’ve always got someone to talk to, to have your back.” Mingyu said quietly, glancing down at his hands like he had before. Wonwoo noted it as a nervous habit.

“I guess.” Wonwoo replied after a moment, his eyes fixed on the wall across the room, careful not to stare at the man for too long. “They get on my nerves after a while, though.”

“Ahh.” Mingyu nodded. “At the end of the day, though, it’s a lot better than being alone.”

Wonwoo wasn’t sure how to reply, and they sat in silence for a long moment before he thought of the question he had been wondering about all day. “Why is it that you ended up alone, anyway? Did you not have anyone before this big mess?”

“Not really.” Mingyu shrugged, biting his lip as he thought of the right words to say. “I did, but I couldn’t trust them with very much. Especially with my life, which is something you really have to think about in a situation like this.”

“Mmm.” Wonwoo hummed in agreement. “How long were you alone?”

“I left my group about a month into all of this. So...two months or so.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, his head turning to look at Mingyu. “How did you survive that long, by yourself?”

“I’m not really sure myself, actually.” Mingyu replied, chuckling slightly. “Luck, I guess.”

Wonwoo smiled at the way Mingyu’s eyes had crinkled when he laughed, his mouth opening just slightly to let the sound escape. Realizing that he had been silent for a few seconds too long, Wonwoo nodded his head in reply. “Same for us, I think. We’re lucky that we’re all still alive, honestly.”

Mingyu nodded, though his expression showed that his mind was on something completely different from what they were currently talking about. And, after another long moment of silence, he spoke what he had been thinking, asking something that he had probably been thinking about all day.

“Do you think that I’ll pass the examination?” he asked. Wonwoo could feel Mingyu’s eyes burning into the side of his cheek, but he tried not to turn his head, knowing that they would make direct eye contact if he did.

“If you are telling the truth that you aren’t infected, then I don’t see why not.” Wonwoo replied.

“Ah, not like that. I mean…” Mingyu looked away from Wonwoo, causing him to relax now that he knew that he wasn’t under the man’s gaze. “I mean, they seemed really...harsh. Like they’ll be willing to find any reason that they shouldn’t let me in. Y’know?”

Wonwoo nodded, looking down at his hands. “I see why you’d think that, yeah. Though I don’t think they’re necessarily...out to get you, or anything.” he turned his head to look at Mingyu, whose gaze was now fixed on the wall across the room. “They are just really protective. They’ll take a lot of precautions before they let you in, is all.”

“That’s understandable.” Mingyu said, moving his eyes to meet Wonwoo’s. “They don’t want someone just walking in here and infecting them all. I get that.”

“They’ll warm up to you, though.” Wonwoo assured him, though he was finding it difficult to focus on his words when Mingyu seemed to be looking so deeply into his eyes. “I mean, if you pass the examination and everything, there wouldn’t really be a reason not to.”

Mingyu nodded, finally breaking eye contact and looking down at his hands.

They talked a while longer, Wonwoo telling Mingyu about some of the others, relaying who was the friendliest and who was more severe in attitude. Mingyu told Wonwoo of the people he had been with before he split on them, and explained some of the reasons why they couldn’t exactly be trusted. After they had run out of things to talk about, they resorted to sitting in silence for a while, becoming more and more exhausted as the moments passed.

Wonwoo was surprised at a sudden weight landing on his shoulder, glancing down to find that Mingyu had fallen asleep, his head lolling to the side and deciding to rest itself on whatever was closest. Wonwoo was stunned for a moment, not knowing exactly what he should do. Of course, there was only one thing to choose from, and that was to sit still so that Mingyu could sleep. He probably hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks, having not had shelter and all - how could Wonwoo take that away from him by waking him up?

So, Wonwoo shut his eyes, carefully tilting his head to the side and resting it on the top of Mingyu’s. He fell asleep almost instantly, the thought of Mingyu’s lively eyes staring deeply into his own being the only thing on his mind.

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a drabble in which you get drunk with Mingyu & he confesses 1,171 fluffy words by sophie disclaimer: mention of alcohol

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

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3:28 am.

You had glanced at the clock a moment ago, but had to turn your head and look again, squinting your eyes in order to see the luminescent numbers through your blurry vision.

It took your brain longer than usual to recognize the numbers you had read to be quite far into the night, the sunrise surely occurring in just a couple of hours. Still, you kept your eyes open, though the lids felt unnaturally heavy and your mind was working at an extremely slow pace.

But that might have also been a side effect of the alcohol.

You looked around, blinking rapidly in attempt to see your surroundings more clearly. Empty bottles of wine laid on your dark living room carpet, joined only by two half-full glasses, sitting just in front of you. Your eyes followed in that direction, finding a pair of jean-clad legs, which with more observation you found to belong to Mingyu.

The events of the night preceding this moment came flooding into your highly intoxicated mind, and you closed your eyes as if that would help you remember more vividly. Mingyu and you had had a movie night planned at your place before he had stopped at the liquor store on the way over, resulting in your decision to just get smashed in an attempt to forget all of your problems, even for just a few hours...

It may have been a bad decision, seeing as neither of you had seen the other drunk before. But you had been close for years - what was the harm in de-stressing together with a bit of alcohol?

A hand waved in front of your face, shocking you for a moment as you were pulled out of your own thoughts. As the hand dropped, escaping from your line of sight, your eyes were met with those of your drinking companion, who was still wide awake though clearly very tipsy.

“Ya fallin’ asleep on me?” Mingyu asked, his words slurring together in a way that made him sound more drunk than he probably was. You hadn’t opened that many bottles of wine...right?

You shook your head, closing your eyes before opening them wider than before. “Hmm...nah. ‘M awake.”

“Good. ‘Cause I have some’n to tell you.” he said as he began to inch closer, the fabric of his jeans scraping softly against the carpet as he adjusted himself, sitting cross-legged just centimeters in front of you.

You tilted your head slightly, waiting for Mingyu to continue.

He was silent for a long moment, only a slight smirk spread across his face. He eventually leaned closer, his cheek touching yours as his mouth hovered just next to your ear.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

The words took just milliseconds for your brain to process, almost faster than if you had been completely sober. A chuckle immediately burst out of your mouth, a smile curling at the edges of your lips.

Mingyu pulled away after a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? Why’re you laughing?” he asked in a soft voice, though still slurring his words together like crazy.

“You’re so drunk,’Gyu.” you replied, another, harder laugh escaping your chest.

Mingyu shook his head, his expression not faltering in the slightest. No sparkle in his eye, no twitching of the edges of his lips, no fidgeting of his ears - all signs that he would soon crack one of his many jokes. You were completely intrigued.

“I’m not kidding.” he said in a monotonous voice, closing the space between you as he scooted his lower body closer to yours, his knees knocking against your own. “I’m falling in love with you, [y/n].”

You shook your head, a smirk still playing at the corners of your lips. “Did you drink more than I poured for you? Why’re you sayin’ crazy stuff like that?”

“I’m not jus’ sayin’ it ‘cause I’m drunk,” he mumbled softly, his intoxicated voice low and raspy even as he tried to keep a gentle tone. Lacking an immediate response from you, Mingyu’s face slowly inched closer to your own, stopping just before the tips of your noses touched.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his eyes looking deeply into your own, waiting anxiously for a reply.

You nodded, your nose lightly bumping into his own. He didn’t hesitate in crashing his mouth against yours, his lips soft but his kiss immediately heated.

His hands were suddenly caressing the sides of your face, holding it still as if begging you to not pull away. You wouldn’t dare, though, the feeling of his lips on your own something that you had unknowingly longed for all these years.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling through the mess of strands and pulling at them gently as his kiss deepened.

Mingyu pulled away breathlessly, though never taking his face more than an inch away from your own. “You sure this is okay?” he mumbled, his mouth still so close to your own that you could feel his heavy breathing against your chin.

You pressed your lips to his in reply, sitting up and adjusting so that you could bring your upper body closer to his own. His hand dropped from your face down to your shoulder, fingertips ghosting over your exposed upper arm, leaving chills on your skin.

His tongue delicately explored the inside of your mouth, teeth occasionally grazing your lower lip as he kissed you with all of the passion that he possessed. You replied with as much as you could muster in your drunken state, apparently much more delirious than he was.

Mingyu’s hands eventually wandered to your back, his fingers spreading across the expanse and applying pressure so that you would come closer to him. You ended up on his lap, straddling his waist as your fingers continued to tousle his hair.

After a while of this, his hands found their way back to your face, gently pulling away and locking eyes with you.

“We don’t have to rush.” he whispered, pressing his forehead to your own. “We have so much time.”

“This is only the beginning.” you continued for him, closing your eyes and nodding slightly in agreement with his previous words.

“That’s right.” he pressed a quick peck to your lips, before wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling you close to his chest. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and sighing deeply in content.

Ignoring the rest of the alcohol, and pushing the problems and stress of your lives into the backs of your minds, Mingyu laid you both down on the floor of your living room and held you as close to him as he possibly could. You both laid there for moments that you couldn’t possibly count, watching drowsily as the sun slowly rose, only falling asleep when the light began to pour into the room through the curtains, held comfortably in each others’ embrace.

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insomniatic Mingyu seeks help from Wonwoo to fall asleep 1k+ drabbled words by meagan (a/n:  sorry for the influx of meanie??? they’re just so aesthetically pleasing to write with character-wise lol) 

Mingyu’s head turned to the side, eyes flickering from the silhouetted dresser to the dim streaks of light displayed across the unfamiliar walls, the shades of yellow radiance glimmering against the monochromatic scheme of the nearly pitch-black room.  His tongue darted out to wet his continuously drying lips, jaw hanging despite the anxiety that ruptured him with its bleak talons.  The rhythmic pattern of his breaths accompanied the ticking of the room’s air conditioning unit and the squeals of tires that filled the empty expanse of the outside world, ears unable to focus on one singular sound, instead opting to listen to all three simultaneously.

Fingers scratched at the smooth bedsheets, crumpling them as Mingyu’s hands balled into tight fists, eyes cramming themselves shut, a wash of anger flowing through every bubble of his being.  His once relaxed jaw clenched, teeth grinding together in an awful, yet comforting screech; with feet soon joining in the same tempo that the white masses moved together, creating the sound of sheets rustling to follow along with all other noises surrounding him.

A hum released itself from the depths of Mingyu’s chest, playing to the tune of the most recent song to grace his ears, whispered words shortly following the beat he’d given himself, the smoothness of the song soaring around the room’s uncomfortable silence.  Soon whispers became low mumbles, not quite on the coherent side all the while still able to sooth Mingyu’s heart, the shakiness that began to overtake his fingertips slowly dissipating.

A long exhale followed the last of the lyrics Mingyu bothered to retain, brain struggling to hurry and relieve him from the stillness that trailed after his utterances but to absolutely no avail did he recall the next stanza.  Despite the reluctance he felt firing in himself, Mingyu rolled to his side, throwing his arm outward and letting his fingers roam the chilled wooden surface beside the bed until he came in contact with an even cooler lump, wrapping his fingers around it and instinctively pressing the button on the bottom.

His eyes drifted across the phone’s display photo, the cheeks of the image’s subject plumped with the small smile that adorned his features, hair falling just slightly above his downcast eyes, whose eyelashes fell in soft lapses.  The pad of Mingyu’s index finger swept quickly over the screen, allowing him to observe the many applications that filled the expanse before tapping the dialer, immediately inputting the digits of his largest comfort’s number.

He lie silently, phone pressed against his ear as the incessant ringing bustled not once, but twice, and three times before ceasing, a slowly released breath filled the absence.

“He…” the male on the other line cleared his throat, “Hello?”

“Wonwoo,” Mingyu breathed, an instant wave of familiarity rushing out every fiber that once coursed through him with anxiety and vex.

“Mingyu?”  the deeper voice yawned out, the shuffling of covers resonating through the speaker.  “It’s like uh… really late… You okay?”

A tide of guilt barreled through the caller, an apology instantly seeping from him without warning, “Sorry, I’m sorry.  I just… Sorry, go back to sleep…”  Although he had no actual want of Wonwoo to hang up and return to his previous activity, he couldn’t bear the thought of keeping the other awake when he also needed sleep, just as badly as Mingyu needed at this very moment.

“I’m awake now, though,” Wonwoo’s sleep-ridden laugh enlightened Mingyu’s ears, the sound replaying moments after the chuckle had ceased.  “So, what’s wrong?”

A hum tingled against Mingyu’s vocal chords before his voice crackled out, “I don’t… I don’t really know,” he confessed, chest dropping with a breath of defeat.  “I just feel weird… and, and I can’t fall asleep because of it.”

“Mmm,” Wonwoo ran a hand through frazzled hair as he sat up in his own bed, blankets sliding down his chest, pillows bunching together as he pressed his back against them.  “Let’s talk, then.”

“Wait, uh, actually, could you do something for me?” the younger asked eagerly, having missed the warmth that Wonwoo’s voice held.

“Anything,” the other breathed, lips curling in a smile that matched the one pulling against his boyfriend’s lips.

“Read to me…” he requested, knowing that Wonwoo kept a book tucked into the drawer of the bedside table, used to relax himself before a night’s slumber.

The older remained silent for a lingering moment, causing Mingyu to worry that he’d crossed the line, that in no way did Wonwoo want to focus on words at such a late hour of the night.  “Okay,” he mumbled, wood scratching against itself as he grabbed his current novel, flipping to the page he last read.

“Thank you, seriously… I love you, ya’know,” Mingyu’s words rushed out of him before Wonwoo could begin reading, needing to disclose his absolute appreciation for the older.

“I’m only doing this because I love you, too, so…”  the other’s voice trailed off as he teased the younger.  “Okay, here goes…”

Wonwoo’s deep voice flowed through Mingyu’s ears causing butterflies to erupt in his abdomen, fluttering in swirls of affection.  The words uttered didn’t so much pass through him, though, instead the fluctuation of the vocals spreading in his brain like bursts of colors spread onto a canvas, each stroke flowing gorgeously into the next, appearing as an expanse of silken cloth that waved elegantly in the wind.

Against his will, Mingyu’s eyes flitted to a close, eyelashes resting atop his cheekbones as he listened intently to the man on the phone.  To the tone of Wonwoo’s words, his imagination rampaged, head leaning against the warmth of his pillow as he would his lover’s chest, willing himself to envision the vibrations that came from Wonwoo’s chest as he spoke ever so smoothly.  The depth of a passion that coursed over the voice slowed Mingyu’s pulse, his breaths evening as his grip on the device pressed flush against his head loosened, the plastic sliding downward.  

Refusing to allow himself to fall into unconsciousness, he resorted to picturing his boyfriend reading; unnecessary glasses perched on top of the bridge of his nose, fingers playing loosely at the next page as he readied himself to flip it over.  He pictured the sleeves of a gray pajama shirt covering the knuckles of Wonwoo’s slender fingers… the loose neck hanging past his protruding collarbones… skin smooth and milky under the fabric…

“But the moon remained silent; it told no stories.  All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment…” the reader's voice distanced itself, eventually coming to a complete halt as he listened intently through the phone’s speaker.

A quiet chuckle glided past the lips that curled over Wonwoo’s teeth in a wide, sleepy grin.  “You just fell asleep,” he spoke softly, making sure he wouldn’t wake the younger.  “Good.  I know you can’t hear this,” he continued despite this knowledge.  “but I love you… And don’t worry, you’ll be home soon… And I’ll read for you again… though, next time, I’m gonna make you kiss me before you fall asleep.”

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enigmatic ↳ a meanie!au in which Mingyu is a killer and Wonwoo finds out first chapter of many to come  4k+ words by meagan pt.1  ||  pt.2 (disclaimer:  this story includes spurts of harsh language, alcohol, and death by suffocation)

Hands shaking, heartbeat faltering for a mere moment with a solitary glance at the clock plastered to the wall, Mingyu shoved his phone further into the pockets of the tight-fitting slacks, toes covered with a sleek, Givenchy shoe tapping incessantly at the tiled floor.  Despite the concentration used to maintain a false sense of composure, the ringing–no, screaming voice in the back of his head wrapped its grimy fingers around his slender neck, he should quit while he’s behind, he’s going to get caught and that would be it; no more Wonwoo, no more comfort, only the greasy, barren walls of the local penitentiary.

Shaking his head, Mingyu rolled his neck, extinguishing any thoughts of discontinuation before flattening his perspiring hands against the cool, glass table, cheeks expanding with the breath he unknowingly forgot to release. 

“You okay, man?  You’re looking a little ill,” a senior coworker dropped a hand onto Mingyu’s shoulder, the calloused fingers rough against the smooth silk of his button-up shirt.

“Fine, fine; just ready to go home, you know?” he laughed uneasily, a quipped smile playing at his expression as the senior roared a laugh of agreement.

Lacking another comment to grace Mingyu with, the man walked away from his area, returning to his previous harassing of one of the young (likely newly hired, Mingyu didn’t really know, nor care much to, either) secretaries, the distressed smile splayed across her face pleading for someone to drag his attention from her if even for a singular moment.

The tips of Mingyu’s neat fingernails dragged on the pieces of paper spread out in front of him as his fists curled, these past few minutes protracting more slowly than the ever anticipated touch from his fiance’s welcoming lips upon his arrival back home.  Rhythmically, he bobbed his head up and down with each passing second, almost as if time would cease when he halted his movements.

Just a few more minutes, Mingyu; quit being weird… he rolled his eyes, now becoming motionless as the final seconds before he could pronounce himself off elapsed, when he could finally get to the most climactic point of his day; the point at which he’d been eagerly awaiting for the passing few weeks.  With an attempt at casuality, he stood, grabbing the briefcase from beside his desk and quickly stuffing it with the few loads of paperwork to review for tomorrow’s clients.

Holding the carrier in one hand, Mingyu fished the cellphone from his pocket, swiftly sliding his thumb over the screen and tapping the dialer, entering Wonwoo’s number effortlessly.  A deep sigh ghosted past his lips, as he waited through the ceaseless ringing for the voice of his fiance.

“Oh, Mingyu?” Wonwoo answered, confusion laced through his voice, his steady breaths flowing from the receiver into Mingyu’s listening ear.

“Sorry but I think I’m gonna be late tonight,” the lie glided carefully through him as he pushed passed the large glass doors reading ‘Choi Insurance’, legs carrying him quickly to the vehicle that sat in wait for him specifically.

“Ah, really?” the other male breathed, “How much later, do you think?”

Mingyu’s eyes scanned the area for the familiar style and color of car he’d driven to work multiple times, in a way assuring that it remained where he parked it several hours ago.  “Not sure, really.  Hopefully not too long, a few hours at most,” he shrugged, the sentence coming out less as a statement than a guess toward how punctual he may be.  

A deep hum sounded through the speaker, Wonwoo trained to relay the reaction of a false sense of surprise from Mingyu’s work delay, “Well, be careful coming home; it’s supposed to start raining soon…”  The voice that soothed Mingyu on many an occasion trailed off, the release of a captured breath sounding clearly, accompanied by a wash of guilt racing through the younger’s body.

“I’m sorry,” though he knew he weren’t in the least apologetic for the reason at which he would return late, he did feel culpable for blatantly lying to the one person who meant the world to him.  “I’ll see you at home, okay?  I love you.”

“Yeah…” the deeper voice trailed off, “Yeah. Love you, too,” and without further conversation, the static from Wonwoo ending the call abruptly sounded and Mingyu pulled the device from his ear, instinctively looking at the home screen display photo of that he had taken of his fiance without consent.  His eyes refused to tear away from the downcast face in the image, tracing over the 180 degree line his jaw made, the way his soft, pink lips curled ever-so-slightly at the edges, eyes sharp while still seething with genuine contentment…

If he finds out, there’s no way he’ll stay with you… Is it really worth the risk, Mingyu?  Of course not; no way; never.  Despite the clear decision to be made, the younger male continued to his destination, foot pressing the gas pedal harder with every pinch of time that slipped through his fingers, grip on the steering wheel tightening and fingers transforming from the clear tanned tone of his skin to a blotch of white and pink with agitation.  His jaw followed suit with his fingers, teeth pressing hard enough against the tops and bottoms of one another to feel as if they were on the verge of snapping and tumbling past his lips in a mass of white shards.

“Calm.  Down.  Breathe, man,” Mingyu attempted to relieve his anxious heart with carefully spoken words, removing one hand from the wheel to place a thumb and index finger upon his brow, massaging the skin as if it were the sole cause of his immense nervousness.

As the vehicle halted, the wad of saliva lodged in his esophagus doubled in size, preventing the brunette from swallowing his fears and executing the arrangement.  Limbs twitching, Mingyu reached for the door knob of the local pub, hair remaining slicked back in professionalism from his day at work, the sole contrast in his outfit being the now untucked button-up top and the collar now stripped of its accompanying tie.

Closely eyeing his surroundings, the green sweater of a single man in particular caught Mingyu’s sight, eyes narrowing as he observed the man’s highly-intoxicated conduct.  Rotating his head to the side, the few joints on one side of his increasingly tense neck crackled, sending a shiver cascading over his spine, his stress level rising beyond ordinary degrees.  Teeth grazing his lip, Mingyu let out one last exasperated breath before standing firm, allowing his long legs to stride toward the man.

“Hansol?  That you?” He craned his neck toward the shorter male, lips expressing a false curve at the edges, arm reaching out to rest on the other’s broadened shoulders.

“Yo’!  Myungyu!  How’re ya’?”  The shorter of the two men tossed his head back as a greeting gesture, his inebriated body bumping the few people around them as he muddled his way to the end of the bar, a more reticent area in the tavern.

“Mingyu…” he corrected, though Hansol exerted no effort to alter the mention of his name, “Doing decent, though; started working for Seungcheol, if you remember him.”  Mingyu uttered this rhetorically, knowing positively that Hansol, of all people, would recall the class’s eldest member, the one with the big eyes and even bigger attitude.

“‘Course, ‘course,” he slurred, tapping the glossy, wooden surface, requesting another round of beverages be sent his way, only two this time; one for his classmate and the other for he.  “Want some, uh, Br..andy?” He hiccupped, despite having already slid the glass to his company, slender fingers gripping his glass immediately, gulping not once but twice and then a third time.

“Ah, thanks,” the taller drawled, elongated fingers wrapping around the room-temperature glass, the warmth of his perspiring hand leaving a haze of fog around its outline as he brought it to his lips.  Gliding down his throat, the liquor left a trail of heat, the abandoned scorching sensation enough to cause Mingyu to draw his head back and his teeth to bite with incredible force on his tongue.

“So,” Hansol rubbed his lips together, spreading the saliva he’d wiped on them with his tongue, “Seungcheol the only guy you still talk to?” His head turned to the side, chin pulling forward with the awaited answer. “From class?”

Mingyu’s attention swayed from the sensation scratching at his esophagus to the other male, “Kind of…  I guess you could say.”  His shoulders lifted and dropped, teeth biting at the inside of his cheek, tearing small slits into the smooth pink skin.

“Guess ya’ didn’t hear, then?”  The expression of the drunk male warped, a previously crooked grin now plastered as straight as possible, “‘Bout some o’ the others?”

Anxious fingers began dabbing at the glass still filled with alcohol, tongue darting out to wet Mingyu’s lips, “What about them?”

“Guess the one kid, what’s his name? he was real religious or something, I don’t know,” he muttered through slowly spoken words, as if collecting his thoughts proved to be the toughest accomplishment at the moment.  “Well, anyway, you know; he and the one with the long hair–Jeonghan–yeah, they hooked up and kicked town.”

A wave of relief washed through Mingyu’s body with the other’s words, shoulders plummeting from their once erect state, “You’re kidding,”  he played, eyes still scanning Hansol’s face for indications of weariness as he waited for the words to continue spewing from the other.

“Nah!  I’m for’real!  Three others, too; they shit on the place,” eyes dropping from the elder male’s face, Hansol took a final swig of his Brandy, clearing the glass of all contents, “Never would’a guessed, hmm.”

The brunette hummed in distorted astonishment, shaking his head to show a sense of disapproval toward so many of the classmates ‘kicking town’.  “It happens, I guess,” he made an endeavor to agree with the shorter man, matching his tone to convey false relation to him.

“True,” Hansol’s head bobbed as few recollections of the group soared his mind, eyes widening though the lack of a relieving blink with the focus he committed to his thoughts.  A huff of air flowed past his lips as he rattled the reflections from his being, eyes meeting once again with the anticipating elder’s.

“Ya’ know, I should probably head out,” Hansol burst, scooting the metal I stool back as he stood from the seat, “It was nice seein’ ya’, man!  We oughta’ get together with the others, some day.”

Mingyu’s eyes roamed his face, head nodding as his skull pounded with the screams that berated him for his currently declining system, “You’re already gonna leave?”  He squinted his eyes, a caper to buy him at least another moment to devise a different plan.

“Well,” the younger let out a chuckle with a shrug of his broad shoulders, “cab fare goes up.”

Mingyu stared intently at him, sight flickering between the male and the door, “How about I just give you a ride?”

“Nah’ Nah’, I couldn’t make you do that,” he declined, fingers flicking through his wallet before placing a few largely amounted bills on the countertop to compensate for his alcohol consumption.

“Oh, come on,” Mingyu dragged, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “You can pay me back later.”  A sigh left Hansol’s lips before he nodded his head for a moment too long, complying to the offer.

Mingyu took careful steps toward his vehicle, an arm from the very highly intoxicated male draped atop his shoulder, the elbow occasionally flying at his face when Hansol would start speaking passionately (about what, Mingyu had no idea, for his thoughts were placed elsewhere).

With a tangle of arms, the elder eventually managed to assist the wobbly other into his car, closing the door quickly despite Hansol’s unfinished utterances.  The glare of streetlights on the vehicle parked only yards away from his caught his line of sight as he walked a half circle to the driver’s side.  

A huff of air escaped his throat upon seeing the easily allured drunk wriggling beside him.  Not bothering to request Hansol’s address, Mingyu peered around before driving away from the bar, lampposts passing by as the wheels' speed increased.  The familiarity of his surroundings warmed the barriers of his being, the actuality of such a thing occurring after much revisions when in comparison to his previous executions influencing a wave of adrenaline to rush through him.

Eagerness built in Mingyu’s body as the drive dragged on, each passing tree whipping by in a blur of monochromatic values and the only light left to illuminate such a deserted area proved to be Luna herself.  Tufts of grass waved like small slips of dimly highlighted ribbons, the water beside the expanses glistening as his finance’s eyes had the night Mingyu mustered up the courage to propose.   

Mingyu looked toward the unconscious body in the seat beside his as the gravity shifted with the vehicle's halt, pointed teeth biting down on a plump lip in unease, the pace of his blood quickening in a sweep through his veins.  Cautiously,  he slipped the keys from the ignition, making a run toward Hansol’s spot in the car before waking the sleeping man, allowing the younger to wipe the daze from his lidded eyes with alcohol stained palms.   

“Where’s…” he questioned, patting around his hip in search for the latch to the strap preventing his removal from the vehicle.  Clicking his tongue against the back of his top teeth,  the elder reached across the smaller torso, releasing the clasp before assisting the other.

Hansol’s arm grappled around Mingyu’s shoulder, head resting against the taller, eyes fluttering to a close as he relied on Mingyu to guide his intoxicated being inside.  The faint clatter of metal keys brushing against one another sounded as he shuffled for the cabin’s particular key, jamming it briskly into the keyhole and turning, not bothering to remove it before dropping the other male onto the urine-colored, shredded couch.

Mingyu rolled his shoulders back, pivoting his head back and forth, allowing for short, crude cracks to echo throughout the empty room, his fingers locking in between the others and following the same relieving action as before.  “Hansol,” his voice resonated with a harsh tone, the name no longer rolling from his tongue but rather seething, as if it gave him the same feeling that pricking one’s finger on a thorn would.  

“Open your eyes,” Mingyu warned, his thick fingers clamping onto the younger’s jaw with enough force to pry his plump lips apart. “Look at me.”

The drunk’s right eye rolled open, followed by the left widening to the same degree as the other, “Wha- What’re you doin’, man?” he jerked his head to the side, the grip on his face tightening with each fraction of a second, until it felt as if Hansol’s jaw were on the verge of detachment.  “Let off,” he tugged his head to the side again, this time far enough to compel Mingyu’s hand to let go and hang by his side.

The younger’s hand flew to his face, rubbing on top of his nose before moving his thumb and index fingers atop each eye, pressing down and kneading at the sockets with his digits.  He twisted his torso from one side to the other, eyes scanning his very unfamiliar surroundings.  The walls looked barren and tattered, the color faded from what it likely looked like upon the establishment’s first moments.  “Where the fuck am I?”

“Isn’t it a nice cabin: sturdy, well-lit; not to mention it’s pretty secluded out here,” Mingyu’s voice roared from the other side of the room, fingers drawing small circles against the fracturing wooden surface of the wall.

Hansol’s brow furrowed inward, teeth biting down on his lip, sight refusing to land on one area, “Why the hell am I here?”

“We needed to talk,” the louder voice called out, “so, here we are:  we’re going to do just that.”

“You wanna talk?  The fuck is there to talk about?” he chortled, a smirk rolling at the corners of his mouth, eyes sharpened and staring directly at the tall male.

“This may come as a challenge to you, but I need you to think, okay?”  Mingyu snarled, the heel of his shoe tapping against the wood of the ground as he walked about the rear of the occupied sofa.

“Look,” Hansol slurred, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of Mingyu, “I’m not real sure what you’re talkin’ about,” he took a moment to inhale a large breath, reaching his elbow up to rest on the couch’s back, “so just take me home now, or I’m callin’ the damn cops.”

Mingyu shook his head back and forth, a complacent smirk writing on the edges of his mouth as he disregarded Hansol’s comment, “Do you ever think about school?  The good ole’ days?”  The words slid off of his tongue like venom, harsh and quick to sting.  “Certain moments, specifically…” he trailed off, the tap of his shoe picking up where it left off before, “Because I surely do.”

Hansol’s eyes scanned Mingyu’s expression for any clear emotions he could possibly grasp from the slightly older male, eyes squinting as he observed with more intentment as moments passed.

“There’s this one time in particular, Hansol…  A speech, maybe one of the most important of all, and in front of so many students, too.”  Mingyu’s eyes darkened, lips curling over the bottoms of his teeth in a scowl.

“Yeah, what about it?” he snapped.

“Just think about it; think hard,” the taller spit back, seething with animosity, “I’ll give you thirty seconds;  One… Two…”

“Dude, the fuck’s this about?”  Hansol’s fingers gripped the edge of the sofa’s fabric, knuckles discoloring with the force.  “How’m I gonna remember all o’ that?”

“Nine… Ten… Eleven…” Mingyu’s right hand clasped the wrist of his left behind his back, glossy shoes clacking against the worn, oak flooring to the rhythm of his strides.

“No, no no, wait,” Hansol’s lips upturned, eyes narrowing at the brunette who had turned to meet his gaze, expression expectant, despite the numbers that continued to roll off his tongue. “This was your plan, huh?”  The younger’s breath forced through his throat in a gruff snicker, “This how you get off?” he taunted, back straightening as he gained an advantage. “My full attention… All on you…”

Mingyu’s step halted, tongue trapped between teeth, the fingers that previously tapped against his wrist ceasing movement.  “Oh?  You remember, now?”

“Remember what?” the younger spat, throwing his arms up as fingers splayed apart beside his shoulders.

“You really must be enjoying this:  standing in front of all these guys,”  Mingyu quoted, voice wavering, a moment of rapid blinking distracting his thoughts before continuing, “Getting all of this male attention.”

Hansol’s arms dropped, expression a mixed glaze of jocosity and confusion.  Upon his silence Mingyu kept on, “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?  The fake apathy, people’s pity, their laughs, glares, comments!”  The pace at which his words flowed increased, frustration rising at the other’s puzzled countenance.  

Mingyu took a short step forward, hands stuffed into the pockets of his gray slacks, eyes locking on the younger’s.  Hansol’s brow twitched, a smirk drawing his expression outward, “Why’s that matter now?  What’re ya’ gonna do about it, kill me?”

“Well, I didn’t really plan on just talking about our feelings, so,” the taller’s shoulders rose and fell, his legs leading him to Hansol in one swift motion, arms extending as he enclosed the space between them.

“Maybe,” Mingyu’s voice vibrated quietly through him as his fingers pressed roughly into the clear, pale skin of the other’s neck, “you should think before you speak.”  A laugh rolled off of his tongue, thumbs clasping one beneath the other on Hansol’s larynx, pressing with immense strength as hands clawed at his bare forearm, nails leaving reddened crescents splattered on the tanned expanse.  

The brunette’s teeth ground together as he pressed the bones of his kneecap against the squirming man’s legs, preventing the younger from forcing Mingyu away from him.  He quickly craned his neck as hands came flying for his own face, a bouquet of fingers threatening to further maul him, feet stomping against his expensive shoes, likely to leave scrapes and scuffs that Wonwoo would scold him for later.

“Just relax, would you,” Mingyu muttered through a gritted jaw, tips of his fingers whitening on the continually swelling cylinder of Hansol’s airway.  The rate that Hansol’s body defended itself shortened quickly, the strength previously used to kick at Mingyu lessening, arms beginning to retract and hang numbly at his sides.

The seconds that Mingyu’s hands remained wrapped around his collar passed by as if they were hours, the older watching as the other’s eyes became hooded, consciousness slipping from his being with ease.  The breath that Mingyu held–for how long, he knows not–escaped in a rush, oxygen refilling his but not the others lungs as his hands retracted from the body.

Tilting his head to the side Mingyu remained expressionless, eyebrow only raising as he allowed his finger to hover underneath the paralyzed male’s nose in focus, another two fingertips feeling near the base of his shoulders for any signs of a pulse.

“Okay…”  he nodded to himself, arms crossing over one another on top of his chest as he stared a the lifeless body, “I guess that was simple enough.”  His fingers found way to his hair, brushing the strayed strands back into place before he rummaged Hansol’s pockets, pulling out a thin, generic leather wallet and flicking through the many receipts before pinching a frayed, yellowing picture of twelve, smiling, teenaged boys.  

Folding the brown mass back together, he stuffed it back onto the deceased’s body, effortlessly rolling the weight off of the couch.  Each hand wrapped around an ankle of the dead male, a sigh running through Mingyu as he pulled the stiffening carcass across the splintering floor, freeing a hand for a long enough moment to open the creaking door.  He reflexively wedged his foot against it, pushing it open enough to get both he and his company outside.

Thanking whoever for the lack of stairs at this establishment, Mingyu’s back endured the craned position over the corpse for the next thirty-three steps, the splashing of water enough to remind Mingyu to stop and check the distance between he and the lake before any unwanted accidents.

Gathering a new horde of will power, Mingyu bent his knees, arms sweeping under the limp body and scooping it up before turning one-hundred-eighty degrees and giving a slight push as he let the body fly forward.   The murky water splashed upward, droplets landing on the grass as well as the tall male’s dark shirt as he let out a relieved exhale of air, cheeks to enlarging at the pressure rushing through them.

Mingyu shoved the long fingers of one hand into his front pocket, the other into the back, latching onto his car keys and wrapping around the rectangular block of his cell phone.  His thumb glided over the screen of the phone, reflexively pressing against the green phone icon and dialing the single number he’d managed to memorize out of a plethora of others.

“Hey-” Mingyu began as the call clicked to an answer, only to be halted by the voice that followed.

“Hello!  Sorry I couldn’t make it to the phone, but I’ll try to get back to you soon,” his lover’s cheerful voice rang through his confused ears, the possibility of Wonwoo not answering the phone having not crossed his mind.

“Uh,” the younger partner began at the voice mail’s tone, “I… I guess you’re maybe asleep or something, not sure… But anyway, I’m on my way home now,” the keys jingled in his hand as he fished for the correct one to slip into the ignition.  “So, see you soon.  I love you.”  With the oddly worded message, Mingyu pulled the phone from his ear, screen brightening once again and allowing him to press the pad of his finger against the red end button.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he reached forward, finger rolling against the volume button on the stereo, distracting himself with music that buzzed throughout the expanse of his vehicle.  Eyes shifting to the rearview mirror, his line of sight landed on the cabin that grew smaller as his press on the accelerator increased, distancing himself farther from the chalet.

Mingyu’s jaw hung open as his lips followed subconsciously in sync to the song, despite his thoughts that remained elsewhere–on Wonwoo.  It would be a complete and utter lie if Mingyu were to say that he was exempt from worry about the older male; in fact, worry seemed to be the solitary emotion that filled his being at this moment.

“Mingyu,” he said his own name as a calming mechanism, “Chill out.  He’s fine, probably just fell asleep or something…”  Looking down, he checked the speedometer, right foot pressing down with less force than before, the red bar now wavering between the sixty-three to sixty-seven range.

His foot moved from one pedal to the other as he neared the emptied street whose light displayed a bright red circle, despite its vacancy.  Lips pursed as his fingertips tapped impatiently at the plastic of the steering wheel, mentally willing the light to hurry and turn green.  As the opposite side flickered to a yellow followed by red, Mingyu let off of the brake, accelerating to a slower speed than previously, allowing himself enough time to slow before his turn at the rise of his apartment building.

Tires squelched on the ground as he rounded the corner in the car lot, pulling into one of the few spots he felt accustomed to parking in.  In a quick gesture, he shifted the vehicle to a permanent halt, yanking the key from the side of the steering wheel and looping his finger into the keyring.  Snatching his phone from the cupholder, Mingyu slid out of the leather seat, forcing the door closed behind him.

The click of his shoe against the floor sounded differently now than it had earlier, the pitch higher and ringing more incessantly in his ears as his pace quickened, twirling the keys around his index finger.  Pulse quickening, his legs carried him as quickly as they could without breaking into a full run, his eyes already shoveling through the pile of keys connected to one another in search for the one that would allow him to enter his shared home.  Sight locking on the correct one, he pinched it between his middle finger and thumb, hand shaking as he attempted to insert it smoothly into the key slot.

With the indefinite amount of trepidation that filled him to the brim, Mingyu eventually managed to unlock the door, pushing past it and letting his body relax upon entering.  “Wonwoo?”  His voice strained to come out clearly, the worry piling inside of him creating a sort of bubble in his throat, “I’m back…”

He squinted, straining to see in the stretch of darkness that covered the inside of his home.  “Uh, Wonwoo?”  “This is it,”  he thought, “someone found out and now they’ve taken him…  You piece of shit, should have just quit while you could have…”  Logic warped through his brain as he felt the wall for the lightswitch only to heave a breath of alleviation upon the sight of his fiance perched on the pale-gray couch.  Wonwoo’s thumb nail was pressed to the top of his lower lip, the upper covering the tip of the finger as he stared at the blank screen of the television, avoiding the reflexive need to turn his head and admire the face of his fiance.

“Mingyu, we need to talk.”

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825 fluffy words of drabble-style meanie (mingyu x wonwoo) by sophie

Mingyu had always felt a strange, inexplicable connection to the sound of a beating heart.

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Mingyu had always felt a strange, inexplicable connection to the sound of a beating heart. The reverberation of his own heart beating had given him strength in some of his weakest times - it may have even saved his life on a few occasions.

It wasn’t that he just enjoyed the sound, but more that he found the idea of it so utterly captivating. When he heard a heart beating, he felt that he had to do everything in his power to keep it beating for as long as possible.

This feeling of protectiveness occurred most often in the case of Wonwoo’s heart. When laying his ear to Wonwoo’s chest, hearing his heart pumping soft and slow against his flesh, Mingyu felt so perfectly content. A sensation of nirvana encompassed him that he had never experienced before. Wonwoo’s heart instantly became Mingyu’s most important priority; something so precious and fragile needed to be protected at all costs, and Mingyu couldn’t be more thrilled to be the one to take on that role. The role of guarding Jeon Wonwoo’s heart.

On this particular night, Wonwoo’s body was stretched lengthwise across the couch, his head resting atop Mingyu’s lap. They had been watching a movie, but it was quiet and slow, causing the sleepy Wonwoo to doze off and dream about something more exciting. His week had been fast-paced and exhausting, Mingyu thought as he ran his fingers gently through Wonwoo’s dark hair; he deserved to get as much rest as he could.

The movie ended before Mingyu had even had the chance to get into the plot of it, the credits rolling up the screen at a crawling pace as a soft piano medley played through the speakers. Mingyu reached for the remote, turning the volume down low, before focusing himself back on Wonwoo.

Gazing upon his sleeping expression, Mingyu ran his index finger lightly over the features of Wonwoo’s face, beginning at the middle of his forehead and working his way slowing to the bridge of his nose. Tracing the outline of Wonwoo’s lips, Mingyu thought that no one could have crafted someone that was more beautiful than the boy he had fallen so deeply in love with. And to think that that boy loved him back was something Mingyu was still unable to wrap his head around, after all these years.

Pushing the stray strands of hair from his face, Mingyu studied Wonwoo’s eyelids, watching as his eyelashes would flutter every ten or so seconds. Mingyu wondered what Wonwoo was dreaming about, if anything at all. He never talked much about what happened in his mind when he slept. Was that because he had a lot of nightmares? Mingyu’s hand caressed the top of Wonwoo’s head, slowly rubbing his thumb against his scalp. If he was having a nightmare, hopefully Mingyu’s comfort mechanisms would help it go away.

At that moment, Mingyu couldn’t help but think about the thing that had been on his mind for a while, more consistently as time continued to pass. From past experience, every time things started to get really good for him - especially in relationships - it wouldn’t be long before something would happen and that source of happiness would disappear. Mingyu was beginning to wonder if it was coming time for that to happen with Wonwoo, that he had spent enough time basking in the presence of Wonwoo, and that he would soon lose him.

Because he feared that this could happen at any moment, Mingyu made it a habit to take time to sit back and really appreciate Wonwoo. He spent a lot of his time gazing at Wonwoo, sometimes even being caught by him and causing him to feel embarrassed, his cheeks attaining a light shade of pink as he tried to hide his face from Mingyu.

Mingyu had also become a lot more hands-on than he had been at the beginning of their relationship, constantly reaching for Wonwoo’s hand and holding it tightly within his, as if letting it go would cause Wonwoo to disappear. Mingyu savored every kiss Wonwoo gave him, every word he spoke, every look in his direction. And, even in doing all of this, Mingyu knew that no time with Wonwoo would ever feel like enough.

Fingers lightly touching the cotton of Wonwoo’s t-shirt, Mingyu rested the palm of his hand above the man’s heart. The body heat radiating from Wonwoo’s chest warmed Mingyu’s chilled hand, and he waited patiently to feel the pulsing of the heart underneath.

Slow and gentle, Wonwoo’s heart fluttered rhythmically beneath the younger’s hand. Mingyu’s eyes quivered shut, as if not utilizing one of his senses would increase the intensity of another. He stayed as still as possible so that he wouldn’t lose the feeling of Wonwoo’s heart against his palm, and wished more than anything that he could stay like that forever, knowing that he couldn’t possibly get any happier than he was in that moment.