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Mingi watched as the alert went out, broadcasting his tired eyes to the incoming thousands. These days, it didn't take long for the comments to fly by too fast for him to read.
He waved, greeting the viewers as they steadily increased in number.
“It's only a short live tonight,” Mingi explained once the numbers started to settle. “We've got schedules early tomorrow.”
He focused on the numbers a lot. More than he should, more than what was healthy really. There was a stark distance between the tens or twenties of viewers he used to see, usernames he could recall and point out every time he turned on the camera, and now with these flying blurs of usernames Mingi wouldn't be able to pinpoint if his life depended on it. Of course, he tried, he really tried to remember those names who commented frequently over a variety of different livestreams. Once he'd even recognised a name from one of the first group lives, one of the first where Hongjoong had given him the phone for once, and he'd been so overwhelmed with how far he'd come over the years.
Mingi read out a few comments, he answered a few questions and teased hints towards spoilers. The usual, the routine. He enjoyed it. Mingi liked tossing out jokes that would be funnier a few months down the line with more context and a full album.
“Mingi-yah?” Yunho peered into Mingi's room, having opened the door just slight enough for light to come through.
It took Mingi a moment to register who'd spoken - in his tired state of mind he questioned if he'd just hallucinated one of the comments becoming audible.
“When did you get here?” He looked over to the door. Yunho was wrapped up in layers of sweaters and a puffer jacket.
“Four hours ago? Five? I'm just about to leave.”
Mingi vaguely recalled Seonghwa mentioning a Star Wars movie marathon, that a few of them would be meeting up to watch it, but he hadn't paid attention at all. To a Mingi of six am car rides the thought of Jar Jar Binks was not on the ‘important’ part of the agenda.
“Hyung rearranged you to the second car, with Yeosang and Jongho, tomorrow by the way. He wanted you to call-”
“I'm uh- I'm on live.” Mingi interrupted Yunho before he could say anything worth hiding. Or anything about their manager's personal life.
“With no shirt?” Yunho smirked.
He'd come to push open the door further, leaning up against the frame and grinning at Mingi. A wave of embarrassment flooded through him despite the quick pull of his bed sheet over his torso - it hadn't been visible to the camera anyway, he'd made sure of it. Not that he was too shy in front of atiny, but that they'd call him out on foregoing clothes in mid December.
“Anyway, I just wanted to say bye. I haven't seen you all day.” Yunho stepped further into the room.
The dim orange light of Mingi's bedside lamp cast Yunho's face in half a shadow. Almost like a golden hour, when the sun made him look prettier than usual. Mingi thought Yunho had peaked in the terms of beauty, that no one could ever go past what Yunho had already achieved in the dark colour of his eyes or the soft parting of his hair when it grew too long, but then Yunho went and became even more softer even more comforting as the light danced across his face.
“Come here.” Mingi attempted it to be more of a question, more a request, but instead it came out only as a soft plea.
“Ah, Mingi-yah, what about atiny? Don't go neglecting them.”
“I can turn the live off.” Mingi said. He was serious about it, the plea still present in his voice.
It had only been ten minutes since going live, but Mingi was already reaching to press the ‘stop live’ button without a moment's hesitation. He'd go live again tomorrow, he made a mental note, as a way of making it up to the viewers. Yunho had closed the bedroom door behind him as he came to wander over to Mingi's bed, climbing on to sit at where Mingi had criss crossed his legs.
“I haven't seen you all day.” He echoed what Yunho had said minutes before.
“We were just in the next room, Min.” Yunho lightly laughed as he shuffled off his padded jacket.
As Yunho came to settle almost on top of Mingi, he wrapped his arms around Mingi's neck. His smile warm against Mingi's prickling skin.
“I can't be like this with you when Seonghwa’s right there.”
“Like what?” Yunho moved his face up closer to Mingi's. “Like this?”
Mingi let Yunho lean in close to kiss him. A comfort he'd grown used to, like it was second nature for the both of them. Kissing Yunho was like walking, or breathing. He didn't need to think about it, not like how he overthought everything else in his life, he just needed to be there. Right there with Yunho. That was more than enough; that was where Mingi was happiest.
“Do you think I could switch cars tomorrow? Switch with San, so I can be with you?” Mingi spoke between Yunho's soft kisses to his cheek, to his temples.
“Sure. I don't think anyone would mind.”
Another kiss. Another warm smile. Mingi's eyes grew heavy with sleep. His hands in Yunho's hair relaxing with exhaustion.
“Yunho-ah.” He mumbled, too tired to speak properly. He earned a hum in response, Yunho too seemed in a similar state. Neither wanted to move.
“Stay here tonight.” Mingi said.
“Yeah,” Yunho smiled, pushing his nose into Mingi's soft hair. “Too late to go home anyway.”
Mingi didn't care that Yunho was still wearing more layers than he could count, despite the newly added bed sheet probably causing him to overheat. Mingi just cared about Yunho being there. Being in touching distance, being the weight under his skin.
In the morning he'd be embarrassed at how quickly his name had trended on twitter. In the morning he'd listen to Hongjoong tease him for it during the two hour car ride. And he'd think about regretting it all, as Hongjoong pulls up twitter to show off his favourite tweets about the abrupt live ending, but then he'd forget all about embarrassment when he looks at Yunho.
Then he'd repeat the cycle. He'd cling close to Yunho the next night. After the next live. For as long as he'd be able to. As long as Yunho was always there to hold him closer.