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“Minhyuk, please.” Hyungwon sighs, pulling his hands through his hair as said man sits behind their living room couch, chin perched on the back of it as he stares imploringly at the other, amidst the chaos he’s currently created.
Two, blonde floppy ears twitch minutely atop the other man’s head, fingers gripping onto the back of couch. He’s pouting, Hyungwon can tell. He’s also blowing this way out of proportion and he doesn’t think he can handle another ripped throw pillow and feathers thrown in his face again.
Why the hybrid had decided he’d rather latch onto his baser instincts instead of talking it out is beyond Hyungwon. Minhyuk may be a hybrid, with Golden Retriever genes alongside his human genes, but he’s lived long enough to know how to properly act. Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have moments like this, though. Moments where it seems easier to just feel than think.
Hyungwon rubs his temples as he surveys the disaster that has currently become their living room. Almost all of the throw pillows have been shredded to pieces and debris from them are cast around the room in various places and even on Hyungwon himself. His eyes flicker over to Minhyuk who, at the moment, looks all too pleased with himself. Hyungwon can hear the faint thumping of Minhyuk’s tail hitting the floor. He thinks about how he’s going to have to calm the dog hybrid down without getting pelted by the lamp he sees now, way too close for comfort in the vicinity of the incensed hybrid.
Both stare at each other with baited breath, as they wait for the other to make the first move. Hyungwon makes to speak but is momentarily distracted by the sight of Minhyuk carefully reaching out for what might be their last intact throw pillow.
“Minhyuk,” he says cautiously, warning laced heavily in his voice, as he slowly inches his way towards his boyfriend, “don’t you dare think about it, I swear to go-” the blonde hybrid snatches the pillow from its place on the couch before dangling it in front of Hyungwon’s face, mockingly.
His whole body tenses, as he freezes, running through every possible scenario in his head that has him getting the pillow out of Minhyuk’s hands damage-free. Most of the scenarios end up with Hyungwon getting unintentionally hit in the face and decides that that is marginally better (not really) than having to go out and replace all of them. Oh, the things he does for his boyfriend.
In all honesty, if Minhyuk had only decided to talk it out with him instead, they’d still have all their pillows intact, and Hyungwon wouldn’t have a huge mess to clean up afterwards.
With a deep breath, Hyungwon braces himself before launching himself at the surprised hybrid. The younger tumbles over the back of the couch, one arm wrapping itself around the other’s neck and the other bracing himself for impact with the floor. They both end up on the floor in a mess of limbs, Minhyuk whining as his back hits the ground. The wind gets knocked out of Hyungwon’s chest when his stomach collides with his boyfriend’s knee.
They lie there for a moment, as they try to regain their bearings. Minhyuk tries to wiggle out from under Hyungwon’s body but is stopped when the other notices what he is trying to accomplish. “Oh hell no, you’re not going anywhere until we talk this out!” Hyungwon grumbles.
His boyfriend looks up at him, bottom lip sticking out imperceptibly while his eyes widen slightly. The other’s eyes narrow at the expression on the hybrids face before scoffing, “Sorry Min, but that’s not gonna work on me right now.”
The expression drops off the other’s face immediately, now replaced with a miffed look as he looks away from Hyungwon. The younger’s face softens a bit, as he stares down at Minhyuk. “Minhyuk,” he says, “why are you so upset about this?”
The hybrid doesn’t say anything, eyes stubbornly focused on whatever's underneath the couch. His stubbornness is a trait that Hyungwon has come to love, after many years together, even though it sometimes deters the resolution of simple misunderstandings and arguments. Like right now, for instance.
It doesn’t help Hyungwon that he can’t figure out for the life of him why this upsets him so much. While not immune to hurtful comments about his extra features, Minhyuk was mostly unruffled when someone pointed out his ears and tail in a scornful or derogatory manner. Minhyuk had been deemed one of the ‘lucky ones’, as he wasn’t created in a lab and had actually had biological parents.
He had grown up, learned to walk and talk, be a child, a person; instead of a fully grown specimen in a lab created for the sole purpose of being sold off as an object, a piece of property.
Of course, those were the early years of hybrids, and now many hybrids of a non-lab background had started to appear. So, why did that person’s comment affect him so much?
Hyungwon purses his lips as he looks down at his boyfriend,whose eyes had started to rapidly blink in order to will away the sudden wetness that had appeared. The taller wouldn’t even had known the hybrid had spoken if he hadn’t been watching him. “I’m sorry Min, but I didn’t catch that.” He said, loosening his hold on the hybrid’s wrists lightly.
“He said ‘he’s only with you because you’re a hybrid, if you were normal, he’d have never spared you a second look.’” The hybrid said, turning his head to look straight at Hyungwon, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “If I was human, if I was ‘normal’,” Minhyuk started, voice thick, “would you still want to have been my friend, all those years ago, would you still want to be my boyfriend?”
He felt his heart break, and shatter into a billion pieces just from the stricken look on his boyfriend’s face. Hyungwon couldn’t bare the thought, let alone the fact, that Minhyuk thought, believed maybe, that he was only with him because he was a hybrid.
“Minhyuk, no-why would you even suggest that?” The taller said, shaking his head and pulling the hybrid up into a sitting position with him. “Min, I love you not because you’re a hybrid, but because you’re you, you are Lee Minhyuk. And it doesn’t matter what that shitty guy said at the coffee shop because what the fuck does he know about us? Nothing, he doesn’t know jack shit and he’s depriving himself of the chance of meeting others based solely on their appearance.”
The dog hybrid sniffled, pulling his sleeves over his hands to wipe his eyes as he listened to boyfriend. Hyungwon was never one to openly talk about his feelings. He was always very reserved about stuff like this, always keeping a close handle on his true feelings and thoughts. The other looked up at his boyfriend, eyes sparkling.
Hyungwon stares back at him, a smile tugging on his lips. Minhyuk grins, full and bright like the sun and the other swears he will never love anyone as much as he loves the boy in front of him right now.
“I’m sorry,” the hybrid starts, picking at the sleeves of his sweater, ears flattening on his head in shame, “for not believing you, and for throwing pillows at you and making a mess.”
The brunette laughs, pulling the other into a hug. “Its okay Min, I forgive you.”
The hybrid’s tail starts wag happily as Minhyuk buries his face into the other’s neck.
“Min.”
“Yes Wonnie?”
“You know you’re gonna help me clean this up, right?”
“.....”
Min…”
“I know, I know! I will!”