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It's already late, Dongho thinks, peering at the clock on Minsung's wall.
His boyfriend's room always looked just slightly like a faerie's cave - blinking faerie lights casting the room in a gentle shade of gold and thick comforters filling the bed - and Dongho smiles as he reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, an overwhelming rush of affection filling him as Minsung blinks up at him, dark eyes wide and a small smile on his lips.
"What's up?"
"I was just thinking it's pretty late," Dongho murmurs, and Minsung hums, rolling over to prop his head on his hand.
"Mmm, kinda... 's just eleven, though..."
"It's eleven oh-six," Dongho corrects, and Minsung's smile deepens, turning a little soft and a lot in love.
"It's eleven oh-six, you're right."
He props himself up on his elbows and rolls over to sit next to Dongho, resting his head on his shoulder as he tugs over his laptop. "Wanna watch another episode or just chat?"
Dongho frowns for a moment, weighing his options, and Minsung laughs a bit, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead.
"If you're having that much trouble, we can just watch a movie..."
"That sounds nice," Dongho murmurs, and Minsung grins, patting to the pillows in front of him.
The telescope outside shines silver as Minsung pulls up the next movie, the curtains in front of his balcony fluttering in the breeze. Dongho stares at the forest-green rugs littering the floor for a moment, feeling entirely as if they're in a place removed from reality, but he's tugged back to reality by someone tapping his hand.
"How's this?"
Dongho nods, not even looking at the movie, and Minsung hums, draping the laptop across their laps and curling into Dongho's side. The warm spring air blows in through the windows, sending the curtains aflutter, and Dongho raises his head to stare at the analog clock on the wall, lips curling into a small smile as he realizes it's 11:11.
"It's eleven-eleven," he murmurs, and Minsung hums, reaching out to grasp Dongho's hand and squeeze for luck.
Of course, there's never been any question as to what Dongho could wish for.
"I wish that he could stay with me forever," he thinks, gaze pinned on the stars outside the window. "Please."
The stars twinkle merrily, as if to affirm his wish, and Dongho hums, leaning over to kiss Minsung's lips.
"Wh- what's that for?"
"I just love you," Dongho murmurs, and Minsung grins, leaning over to give Dongho a kiss of his own.
"I love you too."