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Hyungwon is currently taking a well deserved nap on the living room’s sofa, one arm dangling off the edge and his legs propped up on the opposing armrest. He’s about to settle into a pleasant slumber until his hyperactive boyfriend comes flouncing into the room, disturbing his rest. The younger male jolts awake when the other plops himself onto the edge of the couch, legs shaking restlessly as he fiddles with something in his hands.
“Wonnie!” His boyfriend exclaims, shaking his thigh in order to rouse the sleepy occupant of their small loveseat, excitement laced in his voice. “Look, I have something to show you!”
With a groan, Hyungwon pulls himself up into a sitting position, stretching his legs out and settling them onto the coffee table instead. Minhyuk waves his legs off the table and scoots closer to the younger male, a bright smile plastered on his face. “I finally finished it up until recently, so now I can keep it up to date easily now.”
Slightly curious as to what his boyfriend is talking about, Hyungwon turns his attention to the object in the other’s hands. Its a medium-sized light blue book, with a picture frame in the middle of the cover holding a picture of him and Minhyuk. Ornate lettering on the front comically spells out ‘The Adventures of Min & Wonnie’, with 3D stickers of a dog and turtle stuck alongside the frame.
Slowly, Hyungwon looks between the book and his boyfriend’s blinding smile, eyes blinking lethargically as he tried to process what he was being shown. “Min,” he yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “what is this?”
The kicked puppy look he receives makes him feel slightly like an asshole, and makes him wanting to at least look a little like he appreciates the gesture (which he does, he can’t believe how adorable the older man can be, but he’d rather die than tell anyone that he might be utterly and entirely whipped for this man), and tries to amend the situation. “Min,” he tries again, voice taking on a slight fond tone, “what’s all this for?”
Immediately, Minhyuk brightens up, hands fumbling with the cover of the book and mouth working a mile a minute. “Well you see,” he starts, as he climbs onto the other’s lap, “I made a scrapbook about us!”
Humming, Hyungwon rests his chin on Minhyuk’s shoulder, long arms coming to wrap around his boyfriend’s waist. He watches as Minhyuk opens the book to the first page, a picture of them, young and fresh out of high school, on Hyungwon’s graduation day.
Hyungwon had met Minhyuk in his second year of high school, on the roof of the school where he’d sneak away to be by himself. The elder had stumbled into his life like the climax of a firework display, loud and bright and full of colour.
The third year, at the time, had been in the midst of hiding from a rather irate group of classmates who were jealous of the other’s popularity in school. He had just finished racing up the stairs to the rooftop, hurling the door open and then slamming it closed behind him. Hyungwon had stared wearily at the newcomer, taking in his fluffy dark hair and big brown doe eyes. And when Hyungwon had helped Minhyuk by sitting in front of the open air event to hide him from the other boys, they had both unknowingly stumbled onto something irreplaceable.
Hyungwon takes in the childlike scrawl of his boyfriend, who had labeled the picture with ‘Wonnie graduated’ and a heart drawn next to it with a smile small. Minhyuk starts to turn the page to other pictures; of them at their first college party, at Jooheon’s twentieth birthday, and of their first date. Each and every one is carefully placed and surrounded by trinkets and notes written thoughtfully by his boyfriend. At the picture of them in their first apartment together, there is a pencil rubbing of the apartment key and Minhyuk’s old frog keychain stuck next to the photo.
Pages are turned and memories are recalled (“Won, Remember when Chankyun turned twenty and we through him a party and the next day Jooheon had somehow ended up at Incheon airport dressed in drag?” “Yeah, but I still think the time Jooheon decided we should hire a stripper for Kihyun’s twenty-first and you said we didn’t need to cause we already had Hyunwoo hyung and didn’t need to waste money we didn’t have.”), and smiles, laughs, and tears are shared between the two as they reminiscence about the past.
Finally, the last page is turned and the book is closed, and Hyungwon is met with the sudden need to show Minhyuk how much he loves this. “Minhyuk,” he calls softly to his boyfriend, “thank you.”
Minhyuk, who was brushing off the cover of the book, turns to look at his boyfriend in confusion. “What for?”
Slowly, Hyungwon leans up and presses a soft kiss to his lips, hands rubbing at the redhead’s sides. He knocks his forehead against Minhyuk’s, staring deep into the other’s eyes.
“You know, for being my friend back then, for dragging me out to all those stupid parties in college and for finally becoming my boyfriend,” he says quietly, “I love you a lot, Min, even if I struggle to say it at times, I really do.”
The redhead stares back surprised at his boyfriend’s heartfelt confession, body warm and tingling from where their bodies are touching. Smiling Minhyuk replies back, “You don’t need to thank me, Wonnie, I should be the one thanking you.”