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Mingyu heard a strange noise coming from the big bedroom as he walked passed it, and stopped in his tracks. Without much thought, he entered the room, surprised to see that Junhui was all alone, wrapped tightly in his bed sheets. Everyone else was downstairs, arguing over which movie to watch, and Mingyu, who had just woken up from nap, had expected for the dancer to be among the disaster going downstairs, not necessarily partaking in the trouble taking place, but at least watching and laughing from the sidelines, maybe egging them on, teasing Minghao a bit if he was involved, or passionately taking Hansol’s side if he decided to offer his input today. Curious, Mingyu approached his hyung, who’s back was facing him. He sat on the edge of the bed and set a hand on Junhui’s shoulder when he jumped in surprise.
“It’s just me, hyung.” Mingyu laughed. “What are you doing in here all by yourself?” It was then that Mingyu noticed that Junhui was shaking underneath his touch, and he edged forward to look around Junhui’s body and look at him.
“You’re eyes are red…Were you crying?”
Junhui wiped his eyes hastily. “No,” he said. “I just have allergies.”
Mingyu swallowed, and even as he felt jealous he asked, “Do you want me to get Minghao or Soonyoung hyung so you can talk about it?”
Junhui shook his head, squeezing his eyes tightly closed to keep any more tears from escaping.
“Do you want me to get Wonwoo hyung?” Mingyu offered this time, knowing how close the two of them were.
Junhui’s whole body seized up and he snapped out an unusual and sharp “No!” Junhui hung his head. “I don’t wanna talk to Wonwoo.” Junhui took a deep breath to steady himself. “I don’t wanna talk to any of them right now.”
Mingyu frowned, ready to protest because he hated seeing his positive and happy and utterly adorable hyung so sad, and he knew he always felt better after he talked to Minghao or Soonyoung, or even Wonwoo as well sometimes.
“No,” Junhui repeated. He reached out and held Mingyu’s hand, making the youngers heart jump. “Can you stay with me?” Junhui asked him, looking up at Mingyu from underneath his wet eyelashes. “Just for a little while?”
Mingyu couldn’t say no to him, he was far too weak for that. Junhui laid down and Mingyu followed suit, wrapping his arms around Junhui’s body, relishing in everything he could take at the moment. Junhui’s warmth, his scent, the softness of his skin, the feeling of his solid back, his pink hair tickling underneath Mingyu’s nose.
“Why couldn’t Wonwoo love me?” Junhui whispered, asking the walls as much as he was asking Mingyu.
Mingyu’s felt his heartache and he shut his own eyes, ignoring the stinging at the corner of his eyes as tears started to pool up.
I couldn’t answer that no matter how much I tried, Mingyu thought. Because I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather love than you, Junnie.
It had been that way for a long time.