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minggu: hey hyung, wht r u up to?
nonu: He's busy.
Mingyu stares incredulously at his KakaoTalk. What the fuck? Who the fuck was this? This was not his Wonwoo-hyung.
He doesn't realize how furrowed his brows are until Minghao snaps his fingers in front of him impatiently. Mingyu looks up to his roommate, whose hands are on his waist.
"Dude!" Hao says, "I've been calling out to you for like the past two minutes. Jokbal or Chinese takeout?"
"Sorry, I uh— I gotta go, Hao."
"Wha— Kim Mingyu!"
Mingyu gets his jacket and swiftly exits their shared space. He can't do this right now. Wonwoo-hyung—his Wonwoo-hyung is...
Mingyu stops in his tracks just before the elevator opens. What was Wonwoo-hyung right now? More importantly, who was he with?
The man gulps as a ding is heard, but he doesn't go in the steel doors.
So what?
Was his thinking. So what if Wonwoo might be... busy? Mingyu was his best friend. Just his best friend, as bitter as the taste in his mouth is about it. He clenches his jaw.
Whatever.
Logic be damned, Mingyu goes through the elevator doors and goes down, straight to Wonwoo's apartment outside campus.
---
"I mean, you like him, right?"
"Yes, but—"
"Ah!" Junhui grins like a cheshire cat—it makes Wonwoo the tiniest bit concerned for his own well-being, "No buts, my dear Wonnie! We are getting you both together."
A sigh.
Wonwoo rubs his eyes with his index and middle fingers. Junhui, a good high school friend, said he'd visit Wonwoo's university. As they were catching up (spending a bit too much time discussing a certain someone), Wonwoo could practically see the lightbulb that dings above Junhui's head.
"Give me your phone."
"No."
"Pleaaaase," Jun pouts as his old friend, mustering the best kitten eyes he could, "It's for an experiment."
"...What kind of experiment?," asks Wonwoo hesitantly.
"The kind that gets you laid."
Two blinks from Wonwoo.
He gets up and is about to leave the couch he's sitting on before he's pulled back with a frantic, "Wait, wait, wait! Ok, I'm sorry! But you wanna know if he likes you back, right?"
A gulp.
Wonwoo slowly turns his head back to meet Jun's eyes, "...I suppose."
"Then I have the perfect solution for you."
"Fine, but go order us some food. It's the least you can do, freeloader. Make it spicy. I can't deal with you today."
---
Mingyu frantically rings his hyung's doorbell, hoping and praying he isn't too late. The door opens to reveal...
A stranger.
A pretty stranger, Mingyu has to admit.
With cat-like eyes and beauty marks and plush, swollen lips pulled into a cheshire grin.
"Can I help you?"
Mingyu tries to keep his voice as calm as possible, hiding his clenched fists behind this back, "I'd like to see Wonwoo."
"He's busy."
The door is about to close in Mingyu's face, but he hurriedly keeps it open with his foot. Whoever this guy is, he's pissing Mingyu off.
"I'm his best friend."
"Well, I'm his boyfriend."
The shock from the statement releases Mingyu's hold on the door, and it successfully closes.
Boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
BOYFRIEND??
Who the fuck did this guy think he was?
Wonwoo... Wonwoo would've told him if he got a boyfriend. ...Right? After all, they were Mingyu and Wonwoo. Wonwoo and Mingyu. And his hyung was his... his...
Mingyu's bottom lip uncontrollably wobbles.
Why was he so affected by this?
It wasn't like... like...
Muffled, "Oh my god, Junhui. Get out. Let me through!"
The door opens to reveal an... interesting version of Wonwoo. His hair is ruffled and his lips are red and swollen.
Tears prickle in Mingyu's eyes, but he has to tell Wonwoo. He has to.
"I... really like you, hyung."
And as quickly as he came, Mingyu bolts out of the apartment building, taking the stairs and the quickest way to bury himself in the sand.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Why did he say that??
He just told a taken man that he liked him!! And... Mingyu realizes that it's true and it has been, the fact that he likes Wonwoo.
He goes to the university green, on their bench, and curls up.
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"Ha! I told you!"
Wonwoo doesn't even attempt to refute Junhui. He doesn't respond to him at all. He's just staring at the empty space where Mingyu once was before he bolted away.
I... really like you, hyung.
Wonwoo gulps as he feels his heart beat a hundred miles per hour.
He buries his face in his palms in an attempt to calm himself down. It doesn't work. It does even less to hide his embarrassment in front of Junhui.
"See Won! I told you it would get hi— Won?"
Wonwoo is collecting his keys, wallet, and phone, not even sparing a single glance toward Jun.
"Thanks, Jun! I gotta go."
As he closes the door, Wonwoo hears a maniacal laugh and a "Have fun, loverboy!"
---
Mingyu only raises his head from his knees when he feels an ever-so-gentle pat on his shoulder.
He nearly falls to his knees when he sees a way too familiar face: Wonwoo-hyung.
He gulps, looking away.
"L-listen," he starts, "It's okay if you don't like me back. I... I know you're dating that guy. But I... I—"
"I've liked you for such a long time now, Mingyu."
"Wh-what?"
Wonwoo kneels in front of Mingyu and holds his cheeks in his warm hands. Mingyu has no choice but to stare into midnight irises, ones he can drown in, he thinks.
"I like you so much. You're the romantic between the two of us, but if soulmates are true, they're made. And I want you to be my soulmate."
"Y-You're taken...?"
Is all Mingyu can muster with his sweaty palms and tomato-colored face.
Wonwoo blinks at him twice.
"Did Junhui tell you that?"
Junhui. A pang goes through Mingyu's heart. He nods slowly.
A frustrated sigh.
Wonwoo looks at Mingyu like he's the biggest idiot in the world. Wonwoo's idiot.
"Jun is a fucking idiot. He knew that I liked you and wanted you to fess up. We're not together. I... I want to be with you."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Wonwoo's voice is a little louder than a whisper, "Is this okay?" he asks gently as he brings his lips closer to Mingyu's.
It's the younger that closes the distance between them.