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And it was a happy ending.
A well-deserved happy fucking ending. Cuddles ensured.
It was a fucking happy ending at basketball games when it went into overtime Junhui had jumped from the stands, hollering at the top of his lungs before Seungkwan, the lead cheerleader, dragged him down and thrust his pompoms into Junhui’s hand, telling him to cheer on his boo. Where Wonwoo must have felt his Golden’s spirit and stole the ball to make the game winning shot. Junhui had never felt more happier than being spun around in his boyfriend’s arms.
It was a fucking happy ending at Junhui’s dance competition where Junhui was so nervous he almost threw up, but had a strong arm around his shoulders, telling him that he would kick everyone’s ass in dance. Where he had danced his heart out to some stupid love song that put a smile on Wonwoo’s face whenever it came on the radio. Where Wonwoo had screamed the loudest when Junhui was announced as the winner and rushed to the stage to present him with flowers handpicked from his balcony garden.
One hot and sticky summer night, lights dimmed, windows opened to let in the occasional summer breeze, Junhui laid, clad only in a pair of boxers, stomach flat against Wonwoo's plush bed, reading a current favorite of Wonwoo's, book being lit up the stream of moonlight. Junhui blew a hot breath up in his bangs, annoyed at the heat and humidity surrounding him. He felt gross, hot and sticky despite his shower earlier.
He squinted and tried to focus on the book Wonwoo had been raving about for the past month, he could feel the humidity sticking to his skin, it was gross. Squinting at the sentence he had been rereading for the past ten minutes, he jumped when he heard a hiss from the bathroom.
“Wonwoo, you didn't fall in the shower, right?”
“No, golden,” came the amused, baritone voice Junhui had fallen in love with. “I got a new tattoo and I can take the bandage off now.”
“New?” Junhui asked, placing the book to the nightstand. “Why didn't you tell me?”
Wonwoo walked out of the bathroom with a towel draped over his neck, covering the delicious tattoos Junhui loved to run his fingers over. Wonwoo turned to a mirror nailed crookedly on the wall to mess with his wet hair.
Staring at himself, he pawed at a wet piece of hair that drooped over his bangs. “Hey, golden,” he called at Junhui who was busy making heart eyes at Wonwoo's muscled back.
“Hmm?” Junhui hummed, raking his eyes shamelessly up and down the tattoos decorating his boyfriend's back.
“Can you turn the fan on? It’s so fucking hot.”
Junhui playfully rolled his eyes, but hopped off the bed anyway. “Anything for you, princess.”
Wonwoo slapped Junhui’s ass as he walked by and fell onto the bed, “Hurry back, I want cuddles.”
Junhui smiled softly at how soft the bad boy was really and turned to jump on his boyfriend.
“Did you know you’re Korean name is Moon Joon Hwi?” his boyfriend piped up.
“Yes, you have many times reminded how I’m the prettiest golden moon in the universe.”
Wonwoo laid in the bed, boxers riding low on hips, bathed in the dim light of the moon. Wonwoo stared out of the cracked window.
“Well, it’s a full moon today and it just reminds me of how much you mean to me.”
Junhui cocked his head, “Why are you being so sweet?”
He could hear the Korean male smirk, “Can't I just be sweet to my moon?”
“No,” came the droll retort. Junhu heard sheets rustling on the bed.
“Junhui just get your pretty ass over here.”
Junhui let out a dry laugh, but listened anyways. Padding over the carpeted floor to jump onto the bed. He landed next to Wonwoo whose arms wrapped around Junhui's waist and pulled him onto his torso.
“You're really dense, you know that,” Wonwoo said, cupping Junhui's face. “Such a stupid Moon.”
Junhui opened his mouth to snap back some childish insult before Wonwoo's calloused fingers snagged into his hand and pulled them to touch a tender spot on Wonwoo's chest.
“My wonderfully, stupid and beautiful moon,” Wonwoo said, kissing Junhui's hand. Junhui looked down to see a moon imprinted onto the skin a over Wonwoo's heart. It was a little red, but the moon, the full moon, beautifully shaded in, details amazingly drawn in, made Junhui lose all speaking abilities.
He tenderly stroked the moon, tracing all the lines, curves, and the small English print to under the moon.
My moon.
It was truly a fucking happy ending.