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junhui and minghao didn’t seem like a match.
one was blunt, the other was sensitive.
one was a flirt, the other more reserved.
one loved to eat anything and everything in the world, while the other watched everything he ate.
really, besides the shared mother tongue and the familiarity of their home country they found in one another, they didn’t have much in common.
that is, if you didn’t know where to look.
(this is the part junhui would chime in, eyes bright and a cheeky smile tugging the corner of his lips “we share the language of love!” and proudly look to minghao for his reaction. minghao would stare on, unamused and accustomed to junhuis flirtatious quips.)
((later, minghao would bury his face into his pillow, face burning bright as he carefully stored each cheesy line into the shelves of his heart, keeping them there to replay in his mind anytime of the day, no matter how greasy.))
you can see it in the way junhui slung his arm around minghaos shoulders, casual yet assuring.
you can see it in the way minghao gazes at junhui like he’s looking at his whole world, fleeting but raw.
you can see it in the way minghao would nag at junhuis poor eating habits as they shared a meal together, minghaos plate a careful curation of healthy assortments, while junhui heaped on every fried and oily food in the world, complete with a whole vat of chilli sauce flooded on top.
(“haaaaaooooo, spicy food is the reason people eat!”
“junnie, continue eating like that and you’re not going to live past 50...”
“that can’t be! I promised you forever so I’ll live forever”
“.....just eat your damn food junhui” )
((“stop looking at me like that!..... fine, here’s the mala sauce” ))
you can see it in the way junhui would bring minghao into every conversation he had, thoughts always on the boy no matter what he did.
you can see it in the way they showed simple acts of love to one another: holding hands, helping each other to adjust clothing, asking if the other had eaten yet.
small, minuscule acts of love that made up a beautiful bond between the two. it was simple, yet always lingering in the air between the two. ever present, tangible.
love, to both of them, was easy with the other.
it may be hard for people to picture them with one another, but just sit through an hour long dinner with this sickeningly sweet couple, and you’d be more than assured of their love.
(you might also start to feel extremely single and jealous.......)
love doesn’t need to be grand and boisterous in order to be real.
it doesn’t need to be roses and chocolates and date nights and expensive gifts.
it can be found in the moments you’re so close to someone you can feel their body heat radiating.
it can be found in the moments you feel a spark of endearment when you’re practically shaking them awake.
it can be found in the quiet moments where you lay your head on someone’s shoulder, and they lay their head on top of yours.
it can be found in the moments where they look at you when you’re laughing in a group.
sometimes, it just starts with something simple, like spitting on someone the first time you meet.