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Every single comment on the latest vlog was glowing with praise, Mingyu couldn’t help but beam at the support. The last thing he would ever do is take Gyuldaengies for granted, they seemed to love his work regardless of what he did. He sipped from his americano as he kept reading.

Across the table, Wonwoo stopped typing to take a bite of his ramyeon. He automatically cracked a smile at Mingyu’s grin- the younger’s happiness was contagious like the flu and Wonwoo was a hopelessly sick man.

“Won, the new video’s doing absolutely incredible, everyone loved it just like you said!” Mingyu said in between sips of coffee. He turned the phone to the older and scrolled comments with the other hand, the screen image reflecting in Wonwoo’s glasses. He encouragingly nodded back, amazed by his boyfriend’s work as always.

The channel “Always With Gyu” had a bit of a slow start on YouTube, but within a month of the first video’s release, Mingyu’s irresistible charisma and unedited charm captivated hundreds of thousands of people from all over to tune in every Friday as he did… whatever he felt like doing. Whether it be cooking, working out, drawing, reading a book aloud, or even a cleaning livestream, his loyal fanbase- voted to be called “Gyuldaengie”- tuned in diligently and made sure Mingyu knew how much they enjoy the content. Ever the supportive partner, Wonwoo always made sure to help Mingyu in any way needed. Mingyu took this as an opportunity to put him in a good number of videos as a starring character. This came with a small population of viewers loving his appearances, even going so far as to dub themselves “Wonwoorideuls” in support of the quiet novelist’s presence within the videos- much to Wonwoo’s chagrin and Mingyu’s delight. Though the camera was something he could never relax in front of when turned to him, Wonwoo still did his best to go along with Mingyu’s direction and stayed true to his own character. The fans were extremely supportive of the relationship Mingyu and Wonwoo shared, even suggesting couple video ideas that Mingyu used at times.

It was a video idea like this that Wonwoo had suggested off of a commenter’s idea, which was the same one Mingyu was elatedly gushing over. Gyuldaengies were treated to a cooking vlog, but it was Wonwoo now doing the cooking for Mingyu and the younger rating his work out of five chef hats. Wonwoo had never been a person meant for the kitchen- whipping up packaged food and using the microwave was where his expertise ended. For this video, though, he put in a fair amount of study to learn how to make fried rice and beef; one of the first dishes they shared at a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant in university. He got five chef hats, much to the surprise of many viewers, and an unforgettable night of gratitude from Mingyu long after the cameras stopped rolling.

“They really do love you, babe, it’s no secret at this point,” Wonwoo remarked with a chuckle. Mingyu scoffed and replied, “Well, it wouldn’t be without the ideas of my genius writer boyfriend and his hard work- I mean, you even edited for me, you’re basically the reason for these views, babe!” Wonwoo rolled his eyes and took another bite of ramyeon, waving his hand dismissively at the credit. Mingyu pouted comically at Wonwoo’s denial, but his face then softened to an expression more genuine.

“Wonwoo.” The older looked up to Mingyu’s soft gaze. “Thank you for this, really. I owe all of my success to my muse, after all.” He delicately held Wonwoo’s hand and kissed his knuckles in gratitude. The older man’s cheeks tinged a peach pink, then he leaned over the dining table and briefly took Mingyu’s lips in his. “You’re so cheesy, Gyu, just like when we were first dating between classes in college,” Wonwoo said when they parted, giggling. Mingyu shrugged, replying, “Then call our relationship a charcuterie board, you’re no better, babe.” Wonwoo swatted the younger’s shoulder and then went back to his manuscript, starting to fall into a rhythm with writing. Mingyu likewise laughed and resumed his gleeful scrolling.

Mingyu paused to look closer at his phone, pondering a certain comment suggesting a new type of video. It was… a strange option, but nothing too uncomfortable for the vlogger. It might actually be kinda fun, even spice things up for Wonwoorideuls who held complaints about his boyfriend not being involved more. He looked up at the man in question, deep into writing his novel with fierce concentration, and then smirked at Wonwoo’s oblivion.

Oh, this was gonna be so much fun.

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Minghao squinted at the screen in confusion as he perused the script for Mingyu’s next video intro. He then realized what exactly Mingyu’s plan was and looked up at the tanned man with harsh skepticism. Mingyu fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously at the silent glare his best friend gave him. That couldn’t mean anything good.

“So?” Mingyu nervously questioned.

Minghao’s eyebrows barely rose an inch, then he huffed and replied, “So? You’re pulling a stupid prank on your already-insecure boyfriend. For a YouTube video. On a channel that Wonwoo-hyung is half-responsible for at this point. Might as well kiss that influencer career goodbye, man.” He sipped his green tea nonchalantly.

He had already felt shaky about this idea while drafting it up, but something in Mingyu shifted at Minghao’s feedback. This idea could work, it made for great content and would be a good laugh later between his and Wonwoo’s relationship. He just had to convince Minghao of that, too.

“Hao, think about it, though! Pranks are some of the highest-trending videos on YouTube right now- and everyone’s always laughing or having fun no matter how bad it is,” Mingyu began. “It’s all about trust, and I’m sure Wonwoo trusts me enough…” he trailed off in thought. Minghao simply shrugged and got up to refill his cup in the kitchen. “I’m sure he does, too, Gyu. I’ve known him longer than you, and there’s no doubt that he’s head over heels. It’s just…” Minghao said while pouring the kettle into his mug. He set the pitcher down and gave Mingyu a slightly pained look. “Things in the past haven’t exactly… ended well for Won. All I say is think it through before you rush ahead and do something stupid.”

“I know, I know, I would never do that,” Mingyu replied.

“I feel like you’re hearing that I’m saying words but not really listening.” Minghao walked over and rested both hands on Mingyu’s shoulders, squatting to eye level. “Do not. Do something. Stupid,” he stated firmly.

Mingyu grabbed his friend’s shoulders back. “I. Won’t.”

Minghao raised an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but let it go. Mingyu shot him a thumbs up, lying through his teeth one more time to prove his innocence.

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After he visited with Minghao, Mingyu figured it was best if he went about this in a calculated way. Hao was right- rushing into things wouldn’t be believable. Wonwoo was hard to crack, but not impossible. On top of that, he rarely showed emotion at surface level, choosing instead to mull over it later when no one could see his tears. Mingyu was trusted enough to comfort the older man during certain breakdowns, but there were other times when Wonwoo became reclusive and chose to handle whatever it was alone. If he was going to get something for the camera, he had to create some sort of situation.

Mingyu thought it over. He deeply, truly loved this man. Mingyu saw a whole future with Wonwoo, a shared home full of love and always brimming with happiness. Three and a half years and it all still felt just as wonderful as the first date. Wonwoo was everything he wanted in a second half.

That crossed the ‘there’s someone else’ excuse off the list.

He also couldn’t just say ‘I’ve lost interest’, even Wonwoo would laugh at that. Mingyu was the most outwardly loving out of the two- he could give Shakespeare’s best plays a fair run for their money. He’d have to pierce deeper.

A small voice in the back of his head drove a needle into his subconscious at the thought of emotionally manipulating his boyfriend, but he pushed those thoughts aside. He was knee-deep in the quicksand, he might as well go the whole way.

There was one trait that Wonwoo never matched up with Mingyu- explicit physical affection. He rarely was the one to give hugs or a kiss first. The older man despised asking for help or starting a cuddle, instead simply accepting and expecting Mingyu to offer. Of course, the younger man didn’t mind- he’d want to anticipate every single one of Wonwoo’s needs for the rest of their lives if he could. For the sake of this plan, though, it made for a good launch point.

Mingyu glanced at his monitor’s clock. Wonwoo wasn’t due back from work for another hour, his editors were hooked on his new story pitch and wanted to hear more. Mingyu sighed fondly- Won just never ceased to impress.

Hunched over the desk, Mingyu got to work on the video script and used up the entire hour making edits and concocting his plan. When Wonwoo got home from work, he was none the wiser about the many pages of staged doom locked within Mingyu’s desktop.

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Something had shifted between Wonwoo and his boyfriend since last week. Mingyu had been… distant, both physically and emotionally. Where he’d usually be met with an armful of golden retriever if he was on the couch or bed doing something, now the younger simply walked by like Wonwoo was invisible. Mingyu had started going out more with friends, sometimes being carried home on Minghao or Seungcheol’s shoulders since he’d pass out on certain nights. Wonwoo missed coming home to the smell of Mingyu’s newest recipe decorating their dining table or the warm back hugs only Gyu could give- all he got now was either a tight smile at his return or an empty home.

At first, the writer didn’t really mind, he figured the channel might be performing poorly or something else that had Mingyu feeling down. Nothing a night cuddling in bed couldn’t fix.

Wonwoo got shrugged off as Mingyu turned away and promptly fell asleep.

That was the moment alarm bells started going off; they only got louder as time went on. The most PDA Wonwoo could get was a quick cheek peck before work or an uncharacteristically-short hug. Weirdly, the one thing that stayed the same was their bedroom life- never any complaints there.

Mingyu still vlogged around their house with unwavering energy. He only cooked when Wonwoo was at work, but always made sure there was enough for the two of them to have lunch and dinner. A dinner that they no longer shared, Wonwoo poking at the leftovers wistfully each time.

There was no beating around the bush- Wonwoo missed his Mingyu. The blissful, affectionate aura of his boyfriend being absent felt like a paradox, it shouldn’t be true but it was. Mingyu was someone who loved so deeply that his large body couldn’t contain it, affection flowing out in every action he made. They fought sometimes, sure- all couples did. Mingyu was always too sensitive and Wonwoo too much like putty in his hands for it to ever last. The thing is, there was no fight this time. It’s like something had shut off the valve and he’d shut down almost completely. Wonwoo was determined to find out why.

Wonwoo pulled his car into the driveway and almost flew out the driver’s seat with how quickly he headed towards the front door. His last publishing meeting was just a couple of signatures and check marks for final approval, so he got off work a whole two hours earlier than usual. He knew for a fact that Mingyu would be home, and he wasn’t taking that for granted.

“I’m home!” Wonwoo called as he walked in and toed off his loafers. The writer looked up to find Mingyu sitting on the living room couch, fiddling with a pen. He was wearing a simple white button-up and jeans, but Mingyu made them look like designer clothing. Wonwoo couldn’t help but take the view in for a few seconds- how he’d caught the attention of sun-kissed Adonis himself always baffled him.

Mingyu sighed heavier than normal. “Welcome home,” he said without looking away from the pen. Wonwoo couldn’t help the look of incredulity that etched his face- Mingyu wasn’t even going to look at him? He scoffed lightly, then set his bag down on the dining table and sat in the armchair across from his boyfriend. The silence was unnerving- they’d always talk about their days or what to do with Wonwoo’s days off if they were both home, but that seemed like a distant hope here. The older man’s nerves were starting to manifest through an inability to keep his fingers still.

“Gyu, I think we need to-"

“Stop it, Won.” Mingyu interrupted. He got up and paced to the other side of the living room, decidedly not facing Wonwoo. The writer was taken aback.

“I know what you’re gonna ask,” Mingyu began, “and it hurts me that you even need to ask in the first place.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around, eyes holding a slight sheen. Mingyu was crying, why was he crying? Wonwoo shot up and stepped in front of Mingyu, taking his lover’s hands and rubbing comforting circles with his thumbs. “Gyu, baby, what’s wrong? Tell me, please, I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about.” Wonwoo couldn’t keep the slight crack out of his voice. He feared the very worst, and seeing the man he loved like this only broke his spirits further.

Mingyu locked eyes with Wonwoo’s concerned gaze. He took a deep breath.

“Wonwoo, we need to break up.”

Wonwoo let go of Mingyu’s hands, his own limply hanging at his sides. He felt faint. He was going to throw up. He needed to get out of this small room and go somewhere, anywhere, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. Tears streamed down his face, but the numbness didn’t let him know until teardrops stained the grey living room carpet. Mingyu was startled for a second at Wonwoo’s tears, but quickly returned to his annoyance and slight disgust.

“This…” the younger said while gesturing between them, “isn’t good enough. I do so much, I give you everything, all for you to give back, hmm, maybe less than half that? I’ve given you chances. Even waited it out to see if something would change if I started to pull away a bit, but, well, nothing really did change, did it?”

Mingyu turned away before the last sentence ended to sit at the far end of the couch, facing the bookshelf in the corner. All Wonwoo could do was stand there, frozen in place in shock.

Every line hit like a thrown dagger to Wonwoo’s heart. His brain was working a mile a minute, working himself up into a frenzy. He had to say something or else he’d start screaming. He dove towards Mingyu’s side, clinging to his bicep and trying to curl up against him. No response.

“Mingyu, sweetheart, whatever this is we can work it out- I’m not ready to give up on us,” Wonwoo pleaded. “I love you too much to let us end like this… please Gyu…”

Mingyu stayed staring at the bookshelf and silent.

Wonwoo wrapped his arms around Mingyu’s waist and pulled himself into Mingyu’s side, desperately trying to comfort himself. His breaths only quickened. Wonwoo tried to keep the sobs at bay; there wasn’t time to cry when his soulmate had his bags packed.

“I want to spend all my days with you if you’d allow me. I’ll love you like the honeymoon never ends, I’ll work from home, I don’t care! Just…” his voice broke before continuing, shakily, “please don’t… leave me, Mingyu… like Ch- like Chan.” He sniffled. “You mean more to me than I could ever tell you. Let me show you that, just one more chance, please, pup,” Wonwoo begged.

Still nothing from Mingyu, stock still in the same position.

Wonwoo could feel the shards of his broken heart hit the rest of his organs.

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The shelved camera shifted a little as Mingyu adjusted the surrounding books to conceal it further. Once satisfied, he moved into center frame and smiled at the camera.

“Well, here we are. I didn’t think I’d actually be doing this, but it’ll be a nice change from usual content. Hello, everyone, as you know my name’s Mingyu and you’re watching Always with Gyu. We’re… uh… pulling a prank today, hehe,” the tanned man nervously explained.

Multiple jumpcuts revealed seven or eight cameras positioned around the all-too-familiar living room of Mingyu and Wonwoo’s shared home. The camera returned to Mingyu, who meekly stood a bit smaller than usual.

“For the past week, I’ve been trying to convince Wonwoo that something’s wrong- going out too late, not greeting him when he comes back from work, generally being a dick to him. Before you yell at me, just know I never did anything serious- I think the farthest I went was pretending to go out and drink myself unconscious instead of spending our nights together…okay on later reflection that sounds fucking terrible.”

Mingyu held a hand to his temples and put the other on his hip as he said, “I hope this ends okay… the things I do in the name of trying new things…” He whistled a quick exhale, then shook his hands out and hopped like a boxer getting ready for their next round. “What I’m trying to say is, I put a lot of thought into this. So I hope this is entertaining and not depressing, thank you for watching.”

With a quick smile and wink at the camera, he reached to angle it towards the couch and armrest in front of the TV. The video faded to black.

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It took everything in Mingyu to stick to the plan. The cameras he’d placed around were him predicting where Wonwoo would go, and his boyfriend was nothing if not routinely. Saying all that stuff, though, left him sick with guilt. He didn’t mean a single word of that- he would never make Wonwoo feel worse about his insecurities in their relationship, but it was what Mingyu knew would feel “real”. As soon as he’d seen Wonwoo’s eyes well up with tears he wanted to fess up and kiss the pain away, but there was a script he needed to follow.

Ignoring Wonwoo’s pleas felt like he’d been backhanded across the face, but Mingyu held on. He had to blink away the tears when Wonwoo started to name compromises, and that damn nickname. Wonwoo only used it when they were completely open with each other, when he was bearing his heart to the other. Said here, voice thick with grief, Mingyu damn near whipped around to cry alongside his boyfriend. Then, he’d felt Wonwoo’s arms slowly slip away from his torso.

Initially, he was a little alarmed that the older man had found one of the hidden cameras, or that he’d somehow left a printed copy of the script on the coffee table. He turned around in confusion and saw Wonwoo shuffling to their bedroom in some sort of trance. Tears still rolled down the older man’s face silently, but his expression was frighteningly blank. Mingyu trepidatiously followed his boyfriend to their bedroom- he’d left no cameras in there but made sure to install two microphones- and found him sitting on the side of their bed, staring at Mingyu’s framed flower sketch next to the closet door. Wonwoo showed no emotion at all, face a blank canvas compared to the breaking point he was at a mere couple minutes ago. It terrified Mingyu.

Wonwoo chuckled. A breathy, humorless laugh. “I got three years. Three and a half beautiful years, only to get here. I just… I don’t know… thought we’d have forever between us.” He lifted his glasses with one hand and swiped away tears with the other. “Never mind, I’m just a desperate man grasping at straws. You’re only here out of pity, anyway, I can’t stay selfish looking for more time we spend around each other,” Wonwoo lamented. He clicked his tongue. A brief pause of thought. “All of that pathetic pleading back there, it must’ve been a reaction from... him all those years ago. I really am selfish with you- you’re right.”

Mingyu walked over to Wonwoo and sat down nervously next to him. It was eerily quiet save for the bed springs creaking under the new weight. He couldn’t keep the fear out his voice as he spoke.

“What if… what if I said I wasn’t right?”

Wonwoo slowly turned to face the man on his left, a slight note of confusion painting his features. “You don’t have to take it back because you feel bad for me, Mingyu. It’s okay. You should not need to worry about me anymore. I’ll… um… I’ll be fine. I’ve recovered from heartbreak once, I can do it again. You should go live your life.” A brief sigh. “You deserve so much better, ever the Prince Charming,” he stated, taking his glasses off to wipe them against the hem of his work jacket.

Mingyu started wringing his hands. “Uh, Wonu, I need to tell you… something.”

“I’m listening,” Wonwoo said, motioning for him to speak.

Mingyu just couldn’t keep eye contact, the sincerity on Wonwoo’s face felt like a loaded gun pointed at him. Here we go. “This,” he began, “was… um, how do I- okay how about this, I’ll just put it all out there.”

Wonwoo’s brows knit together.

“I have been so terrible to you this past week. So, so terrible. All the ignoring, the cold shoulder, the anger, it was all…um… it was a ruse. I planned all that shit out, then did it all. Any time I went out with friends at night, all we did was go watch a movie or take a walk- I faked being blackout drunk those couple times Hao or Cheol-hyung brought me home so you’d start to actually get mad at me. The times I turned away from you might as well have physically hurt me, babe; I wanted to stop the plan as soon as it began when you reached over for a hug that night… but there was this twisted part of me that wanted to carry it out… believably?”

Wonwoo’s gaze could cut glass, it pierced straight through Mingyu. If the man had heat vision, Mingyu would go permanently blind. Any trace of misery evaporated- this was just as terrifying as, if not more, than broken Wonwoo.

“You’re… so all this…?” Wonwoo muttered. His hands shook as he held his temples.

Mingyu pretended to be clueless. “Hmm?”

“Say it out loud, Kim Mingyu.” Wonwoo stood up abruptly. His seething anger morphed into mock empathy with this smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “For the cameras,” he said while gesturing around the room. Mingyu sighed. He walked out of the bedroom into the living room, standing in the center where every hidden camera could probably see him. Wonwoo followed behind, glancing around like the walls were calling him names.

In a resigned tone, Mingyu looked up at the ceiling and said, “I did all of this for a breakup prank. I’m really, really sorry, honey.” Without saying a word, Wonwoo headed out the front door with a loud slam announcing his exit. Mingyu helplessly watched the love of his life leave, his feet cement blocks from shock.

What the hell was telling him this would go well?

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The ice of Wonwoo’s soda glass clinked as it hit the empty bottom after the last sip. Storming out without a place in mind ended up taking him to Minghao’s doorstep with frustrated tears streaming down his face, to which his friend immediately took him in. Wallet and keys still in his work bag at home, Wonwoo was left to turn to Minghao on the man’s day off. He sighed into the glass as Minghao continued his long ramble. The phone in his back pocket buzzed incessantly.

“I told that dumbass what a bad idea this was, even warned him. If he was any more stupid I would take him in for a brain scan,” Minghao continued. He sipped from a mug of green tea. Noticing Wonwoo’s spaced expression, he gently settled beside him on the couch. “Let’s…uh… not talk about that asshole anymore. How are you, sweetheart? Need anything?”

Wonwoo looked up at Minghao with sharp eyes of borderline insanity. The younger had to catch himself from reeling back. “I need revenge, Hao. Revenge. Any ideas?” He steeled himself and then offered a smirk.

Minghao shook his head. “My first idea is no. Are you going to stoop to his level? He broke your heart for a couple of views, you can’t break it right back.”

“But can’t I try at least?” Wonwoo whined.

“You two are hopelessly made for each other.” Minghao sighed then said, “Do whatever the fuck you want, I’m staying OUT of this.” He collected Wonwoo’s glass while heading to the kitchen, trying to hide the smile on his face. Minghao was just relieved that there wasn’t an actual break-up he’d had to deal with.

Wonwoo huffed a breath and leaned back, head drooping over the back couch cushion. He needed something gratifying. Thankfully, he held the upper hand here- Mingyu would bend over backwards trying to earn forgiveness. The thing was, Wonwoo had already forgiven him– this wasn’t even the worst thing they’d fought over. It wasn’t even the worst thing Wonwoo had had happen, but the pain got him close to going back there.

Damn, did it ache when Mingyu said those words. Maybe it was the hurt that made things bleary, but he could’ve sworn he’d heard Chan’s voice in place of Mingyu’s at one point. The same exasperated tone, the same ice-cold demeanour when Wonwoo had a panic attack at his feet. He’d needed to cling to Mingyu to keep his vision from tunnelling and that awful night from kaleidoscoping through his mind. Of course, the ridiculous man then said it was all a prank and Wonwoo’s heart rose from ashes into a fiery emotion of retribution. Mingyu would be upset, sure, but he knew the emotions never pierced anything vital in their relationship. They’d be fine. This was just for fun.

He rose from the couch over to where Minghao was checking his phone at the kitchen island, and noticed a string of missed call notifications on the screen. Minghao looked up at Wonwoo questioningly, to which Wonwoo shook his head. Minghao rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone. His own phone had stopped its buzzing, prompting Wonwoo to check over the state of his boyfriend.

Gyu 🐶😍

4:10 pm

missed call (6)

babe

i’m sorry

i love you

wonwoo pleaaasseeee :,,(((((

come back

did u leave your phone here?

missed call (2)

guess not :(

5:30 pm

missed call

answer please

baby i’m getting worried

if u need space it’s ok just tell me where you are

i am so sorry ilysm (T_T)

missed call (3)

6:09 pm

texted nd called hao he’s not answering either :(((

u can be mad at me i would be too

the “drinking” nights were an insane idea i sound like one of ur book killers

i’m sorrryyyyyyyy plz i miss u sm wonu

missed call (2)

y did we get white walls for the house this is a prison

once u get back i’m painting them lilac like ur fav color 💜

erjkngsdijsdfig i luv u wonnie come home soon

7:28 pm

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made dinner

ramyeooonnnn~

babe please

i’m sorry 😭😭😭

don’t wanna spend the night without u plz won

it’s cold today i know ur freezing

can i apologize w cuddles ???

:(((

love you <3

7:40 pm

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ur food’s getting cold :(

2 min ago

The sight of Wonwoo’s favourite dish made his stomach protest at his starvation the past couple hours. Wonwoo didn’t want to burden Mingyu in the morning to make a lunch, so he ended up having plum tea and a kimbap from the convenience store during his break. Clearly it did nothing faced against the promise of Mingyu’s cooking.

“That’s your cue, Won, head back now,” Minghao said, patting Wonwoo’s shoulder. After exchanging goodbyes, Wonwoo walked back home more confident than he left, a plan in place. Mingyu didn’t know how much of a mistake he’d made.

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“Wait, what?”

Wonwoo took out the letter of transfer, along with a schedule his manager had drawn up. “It’s probably going to be a year, maybe two depending on how much they need me,” Wonwoo explained.

He shrugged like that was all there was to it, like he wasn’t just packing up and leaving Mingyu. The younger shot up from the kitchen island barstool and started pacing circles in front of the stove. He paused, leaning over the marble island. “Is this,” he began, “about that stupid prank? Babe, if you’re still upset we can work things out, you don’t have to move halfway across the world because of me!”

Mingyu’s face did that cute pout of guilt Wonwoo fawned over on any other occasion, but now gave no response towards. “It’s out of my hands, Gyu, you’re not a big enough reason for my company to request a transfer. Besides, I think… I think the distance would help us, don’t you think?”

Mingyu felt like he was going to explode. Wonwoo had returned that night and they’d shared a nice night together, like the last week hadn’t been real. Three days later, he gave Mingyu the all-clear to upload his vlog, with enough footage to make every single subscriber hate him. Fans were holding onto the channel with the promise of an apology video, which he’d asked Wonwoo to pick a subject for since it was for him, after all. The older had said he needed time. That was two days ago.

Mingyu scanned the documents on the table. They were all legit, each page having blocks of miniscule text with a dotted line sporting Wonwoo’s pretty signature in red ink at the bottom. Wonwoo smiled at the memory of his manager keeling over laughing when printing the paperwork, insisting this moment go into the next manuscript.

He looked back and forth between Wonwoo’s face and the papers, trying to believe this was a joke. The serene earnesty on the older’s face made him want to fall to his knees.

“You’re serious…”

Wonwoo nodded, not faltering one bit. “Yeah, honey. I have to move to California in four days,” he said, offering a pitiful smile. Mingyu’s sadness was so potent it was leaking into the poker face the younger was trying to hold- Wonwoo’s arms twitched in muscle memory to offer comfort.

The oven timer’s ringing interrupted Mingyu’s thoughts, muffins coming out perfectly risen and golden brown. Just to make sure they were cooked through, he peeled one out of its wrapper to taste- perfect as always. Mingyu turned around to offer Wonwoo a piece, but the barstool was empty. He set up the muffins on a cooling rack, feeling too numb to care about how his fingertips burned from the hot treats.

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Four days was a lot shorter than Mingyu had thought. Outside of work, Wonwoo’s afternoons were spent packing- flitting around the house and collecting things for the new place into cardboard boxes that sat beside the front door. The box pile only grew with each day, taunting Mingyu with its size. Wonwoo tried to leave behind some things, hoping for an easy cleanup after all this. Mingyu couldn’t help but notice how his boyfriend didn’t take their framed pictures together, or spend a single minute of his free time to have some sort of talk on their life long distance or even just to be there. It was like he was invisible.

It was the evening of the third day. Wonwoo, as usual, was packing- suitcase open on their king bed and clothes from their walk-in closet being thrown into it. Mingyu helplessly watched while laying on the other side of the bed.

Wonwoo was talking to himself as he packed, verbally making a checklist. He had to keep this believable. “Shorts… shorts… babe, do you remember where the shorts-”

“Check the top right shelf,” Mingyu answered wearily. He swore that just the knowledge of Wonwoo leaving was sapping his soul, building up to when he eventually will drop dead as the plane takes off. Three pairs of board shorts flew out the closet door and landed in the pile of suitcase clothes. Three more steps towards Mingyu’s eventual demise.

Wonwoo came out holding his brown suit up by the hanger against his frame, a questioning look on his face. “Gyu, do you think this suit will be too warm for the weather there? The company can provide tailors, so-”

He stopped abruptly when looking up at Mingyu’s absolutely wrecked expression. He felt sadistic at this point, but Wonwoo needed to get to the last day to complete his plan. The way Mingyu’s eyes were more hollow and lifeless after only three days made him want to reconsider.

Mingyu sighed and said, “This is your winter suit, babe, I don’t think it would work in forty-degree weather. You should get one there.” Wonwoo nodded with a slight smile and headed back into the closet, while Mingyu fell against the bed and stared up at the popcorn ceiling. It’s tough not to feel powerless against a world-ending asteroid arriving in less than a day.

Under closet darkness, Wonwoo checked the email his manager had forwarded earlier today- the plane ticket. It all looked so realistic, down to connecting flights and business class accommodations, even in-flight meals. He chewed his thumbnail while reading. Was he being a bit too harsh?

The memory of Mingyu taking down all those cameras and microphones after completely wrecking Wonwoo made him shake it off and reply to his manager’s forgeries with thanks. It was hard to lie to Mingyu like this, but it was even harder to forget the heartbreak. Even though Wonwoo had been playing it off as being completely forgiven as soon as he got back, that didn’t stop Mingyu from trying to make up for all his fake neglect. The week before handing him those transfer documents was full of Mingyu stuck to his side. He’d always be holding Wonwoo’s hand, hugging him, showing up to work to spend lunch break together, cuddled up next to him on the couch- always some sort of physical contact like the man was covered in superglue. Wonwoo didn’t mind at all, but it was getting in the way of his evil revenge plan when the victim in question was curled around him with nothing but love. Breaking the news to Mingyu meant getting rid of his apologetic love language, especially when Wonwoo had to keep up appearances an arm’s length from his boyfriend. He couldn’t face another kicked puppy face again, it was best to avoid them entirely.

He wrapped up packing for the night- zipping the messy suitcase shut without folding anything- and came out of the bedroom to Mingyu at the dining table hunched over a tteokbokki bowl, wolfing it down at a characteristically-Mingyu pace. He smiled at Wonwoo’s entrance and gestured to the pan on the stove. “Dinner’s all ready, grab a bowl, Won!”

They ate with good flowing conversation, still trying to catch up for the week of forced silence courtesy of Mingyu. There were some topics Wonwoo skated over, which only served to irritate Mingyu more. The love of his life was catching a plane next evening to America, and he couldn’t even give Mingyu more than a simple smile or eye roll about the situation- like it wasn’t serious one bit. He had tried to digest the idea of doing their relationship long distance, but it made his heart ache.

Wait a minute- it really did hurt, it was like Mingyu’s throat and chest were on fire. Granted, he liked his tteokbokki on the spicy side, but this wasn’t just spice. He coughed a bit while Wonwoo was explaining why the new novel he was working on was more of a romance, to which the older stopped talking in concern. The spice really wasn’t going away, it was boring a hole into his windpipe the more he tried to hack it out. He’d also, of course, forgotten to get water before sitting down. Wonwoo patted his back and seemed to suddenly materialize a large glass of water along with two tablets to help. He chugged the glass and took the tablets, relief immediately flooding his throat. He leaned back in his chair to meet eyes with a crouched, deeply worried Wonwoo, still holding onto Mingyu’s upper back with a palm.

“Everything okay now?” Wonwoo checked with a quiet voice.

Mingyu could only help but croak back, “Heartburn’s a bitch.”

He cleared his throat and went back to finishing his dinner, to which Wonwoo smiled and got up to do the same. If Wonwoo actually was leaving, he’d have to get Mingyu to live with one of their friends- the younger was hopeless without him. He should’ve known by how fast Mingyu was scarfing down his food and told him to slow down, but he was too wrapped up in planning out tomorrow to think clearly. All this lying was making him lose braincells, on top of everything else. He collected their bowls and washed them at the kitchen sink, trying not to get lost in his thoughts again. Thankfully, a pair of muscular arms snaking his waist from behind helped.

Mingyu pressed kisses down Wonwoo’s neck as he spoke. “You know…it’s your last night here……who knows… when we’ll see… each other… after this… baby.”

Wonwoo propped the bowls up in the dish rack before spinning around to catch the next peck right on his lips. He deepened the kiss, tasting gochujang and antacid on Mingyu’s tongue. His boyfriend hummed into the lip lock as he cupped Wonwoo’s nape, pushing him into the kitchen counter. He was going to feel that bruise the next morning, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t really think about anything right now, Mingyu could do that for him.

Mingyu giddily led a dazed Wonwoo by the hand to the bedroom. Dopey grins plastered their faces like that first time in their shared dorm, their excitement leaving two trails of clothing leading to the bed. If Wonwoo was squealing in delight, he didn’t notice it over the roaring rush of blood in his ears. The plan could be put on hold for a night, especially when Mingyu’s fire-hot touch was keeping him from thinking straight- in every sense of the word- at all.

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Wonwoo stirred awake to a bright bedroom and the scent of breakfast wafting through the open door. Last night had unwound him like a rubber band; he groaned at the reason why their libidos matched so well. As much as he’d wanted to play the evil, cold boyfriend, he was also a human being. One who was susceptible to more than just magic wands, apparently.

Mingyu entered holding a tray of toast with kimchi, eggs and a glass of orange juice on the side. His neck-length hair was neatly swept around his face and he had on a nice purple polo outfit. Mingyu set the tray down over Wonwoo’s lap, then stuck a straw in the juice and gave the older a kiss. Wonwoo’s sleepy face morphed into one of ecstasy.

“You look stunning, baby. When did you get up, Gyu?” Wonwoo asked as he slipped the nearest shirt- Mingyu’s too-loose black tee from last night- over his head and grabbed his glasses.

Mingyu scoffed and said, “Oh, don’t worry about that, babe, I got all my stuff done while you were asleep so we could spend the whole day we have together before you… before…” He trailed off with a sad, distant look in his eyes at the small smiley face he’d drawn on the toast plate in ketchup, then shook off the emotion. He had to use all the time he had- there was no reason crying over spilt corporate milk. “Well, anyways, eat up! I plan on cooking every meal you eat before the plane since you’re being a meanie who doesn’t like my cooking enough to stay,” he said with a pout. Wonwoo chuckled and started at the kimchi to freshen up his mouth a bit. Mingyu plopped down onto the space in front of Wonwoo’s legs, watching his boyfriend with a smile. Wonwoo stopped with a mouthful of kimchi and shot him a quizzical look.

“You’re just gonna sit there and… watch me eat? Not go get yourself something or…?” Wonwoo questioned.

Mingyu shook his head, replying, “I told you, Wonu, everything I needed to do is done- you’re my only task!” He crossed his legs onto the bed and faced Wonwoo completely, beaming like he was watching the sunrise. Wonwoo simply rolled his eyes and continued eating away, trying not to crack a smile at Mingyu’s eyes following his every move. It was going to be hard to break his boyfriend’s spirits today, especially when said boyfriend was trying to be his lapdog. Wonwoo thought, ‘On any other day; if only it was any other day.’ After breakfast,

Mingyu insisted they go out for a couple hours since Wonwoo’s flight was only due at 6:00 pm and they had a good ten hours before then. The older freshened up and put on the heartbreak outfit he’d planned yesterday- a layered green sweater and shirt with bootcut jeans and the chain necklace his ex had given him- that he hoped would get Mingyu to keep believing the act. After whatever happened today, he was going to burn this outfit.

At the sight of Wonwoo coming out the bedroom, Mingyu’s face dropped for a second. Wonwoo was wearing Chan’s gift, along with that raggedy sweater he’d always hated. If he wasn’t trying to stay strong for his boyfriend, he would’ve thrown that necklace out the window and started begging Won to stay right then and there. He instead smiled brightly and took his hand, bowing like a prince about to waltz. “You look perfect as always, darling.” Wonwoo could feel the heat of blush on his ears, part from flattery and frustration. He kissed Mingyu’s cheek as thanks and they headed out.

There was a whole itinerary that the younger had planned for them both. It started with a visit to Wonwoo’s favourite art museum, then a walk down this beautiful lakeside nature trail that snaked around the cat cafe they later visited. A short drive over led to the familiar park that Wonwoo always spent time at because of how much he liked the scenery, and when they parked Mingyu popped the trunk open to pull out a blanket and a large thermal bag. Unfortunately to his agenda, Wonwoo’s wonderful boyfriend had planned a romantic lunch picnic with home-cooked food, as he’d promised before. It was like a scene out of a movie. The sunlight was gently casting a golden glow without getting in Wonwoo’s eyes once, no one else at the park interrupted their bubble, the food tasted like heaven, and all the while Mingyu showered him in unadulterated adoration. It was possibly the worst thing that could happen to him today. He tried so hard not to give in too much and lose himself, but for once in his life he understood why Eve would ever take a bite of that apple. The apple was too sweet, too beautiful, and way too pure for her to ever be ignored on its branch.

Lunch wrapped blissfully and made way for a walk downtown so Wonwoo could ‘soak up his city one last time, properly.’ As usual, downtown Seoul was bustling and full of traffic. They walked with linked hands, trying not to get lost in the conflicting backwards current of pedestrians littering the sidewalks. Every now and then, Mingyu glanced back to make sure Wonwoo was still there, and when he caught sight of those broad shoulders he always flashed a smile. Wonwoo felt like an idol with an overly-enthusiastic bodyguard, but he couldn’t find it in him to complain.

Their trek through the obstacle course of Seoul ended abruptly when Mingyu turned right into a small ramen restaurant. It wasn’t anything remarkable or a past memory, so Wonwoo was rightfully confused. Mingyu, still holding onto Wonwoo with one hand, waved to the cashier with the other and presented two tickets from his back pocket. At the worker’s nod, he pulled Wonwoo up the stairs at the back, revealing a sleek karaoke bar. They both walked straight into booth eight, which was already blaring music.

“ —Tomorrow’s me wants to go crazy,

I mean it,

Ash, ash, ash, ash, ash for ya,

Ash, ash, ash, ash, ash for ya!”

Seokmin pumped the mic in the air as Mingyu and Wonwoo entered the large booth. The screen flashed a 94, which made half the group groan and half cheer as Seokmin went around the room collecting his dues from the groaning ones; an ever-present grin still on his face. Minghao stopped cheering when he made eye contact with Wonwoo, giving him a look of alarm. The rest of the group cheered together when they took note of the couple.

Mingyu had gathered all their friends for one last karaoke session together, depressive mood be damned. They’d spent their college days at these joints singing their hearts out, even finding out they weren’t too bad at it, so what was one last night? He hoped, prayed, somewhere that this might help chip away at Wonwoo’s desperate urge to leave everything and everyone behind.

Jeonghan patted the empty seat next to him in invitation to Mingyu, which he happily took while still holding Wonwoo’s hand. The older fell promptly into Mingyu’s lap, tried to get up out of embarrassment then got pulled back down by Mingyu. The room let out a collective giggle like a sitcom audience. As if this couldn’t be even more of a spectacle to get everyone to hate Wonwoo after this. When he went to cover his eyes in embarrassment, Soonyoung plopped a mic into his right hand, closing his fingers over the handle for him with a shit-eating grin. “It’s your song, Won, was I supposed to just sit here and do nothing?” he said in exaggerated worry.

Wonwoo could only grumble as he stared at the screen. Any attempt at getting up was useless against Mingyu’s gentle but firm hold around his waist with one arm. The other hand was nursing the second half of Jeonghan’s cocktail that Seungcheol couldn’t stand the taste of. He didn’t need the bright screen of lyrics- Wonwoo had belted this bossa nova tune hundreds of times over their karaoke nights. The group was cheering like he was on stage at a music festival, begging for an “ending fairy”. He pretended to flick a lighter then blow it out, which everyone swooned over and cheered for. He couldn’t help the smile he wore at that moment- his friends tended to do that for him.

Following his performance, Seungcheol and Hansol went into one of their rap duets, with Mingyu even joining in from his seat as backup vocals. Jihoon set the machine to USB mode and sang to one of his own tracks, to which Seungkwan and Seokmin fought each other through increasingly impressive adlibs. Wonwoo joined in with Jun for an upbeat power-rock beat which everyone busted a move for- including Minghao who seemed to have forgotten what they were all there for after one virgin cocktail. To close, the group persuaded Jeonghan and Jisoo to duet a ballad, which had the whole room misty-eyed by the end. After their performance, Wonwoo could feel Mingyu’s arm tighten ever so slightly, but it might as well have been a kick to the stomach with how he felt. Some of the tears he blinked away before the lights came up weren’t for the song.

He said goodbyes to everyone there, which were much more emotional than he was expecting them to be. Soonyoung damn near emptied his nose into Wonwoo’s shoulder with his sobbing, and he’d even gotten serene Jeonghan to shed a tear. Mingyu watched this from the side with a bleak expression, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. They still felt hollow, just like the idea that he needed to confront these feelings after 6:00 pm. He would have to go back to an empty, quiet home. He’d cook, work out, watch TV, clean and make his vlogs without the potential chance that Wonwoo gets back from work and lights up his life all over again. Every single person who said goodbye to Wonwoo gave Mingyu a pitiful look, saying ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘Cheer up’ with their eyes like this was a funeral. It was just a send-off, for the betterment of the two of them, but Mingyu’s face must be giving enough away that his closest friends could pick up on his misery. He turned away for a second to collect himself, then turned back to everyone with, hopefully, a more convincing face of happiness to be there in the moment. Seungkwan’s wailing as he clung to Wonwoo made that mask damn near impossible to hold.

The sun was starting to make its way towards the west, painting the horizon in a wash of orange tinge. The silence in the car ride back to the house was palpable. Wonwoo didn’t want to face the man he was lying to, while Mingyu couldn’t bear to look at Wonwoo without bursting into tears. He gripped the steering wheel a bit harder and tried not to think about where they were headed.

Mingyu hauled Wonwoo’s suitcases down the porch steps into the trunk of his Jeep with as little conversation as he could handle. Wonwoo could see what Mingyu was doing and decided to indulge him, just this once. That didn’t stop the repeated puppy eyes every time they made eye contact- Wonwoo couldn’t tell if he was going to burst into tears or laughter. The three suitcases and three boxes were loaded up with the loud slam of the trunk door echoing off the houses opposite to theirs. Mingyu heaved a sigh of effort and wiped his brow.

“That’s… that’s it, I guess.” He looked at Wonwoo, who was white-knuckling his work satchel strap with both fists.

“Yeah, I guess so, Gyu.” The older man tried to put on a show of nerves as he climbed into the car, Mingyu following suit.

The hour-long drive to the airport was just as quiet as the drive home, except with the added noise of an occasional box rustle. The terminal was oddly desolate for a Friday at 5 pm, leaving a wide stage for what was about to happen. Wonwoo had to swallow down a wave of nervous nausea before getting out the car. Mingyu popped the trunk and started unloading the suitcases, which seemed much lighter than he’d remembered Wonwoo packing. A sense of dread filled him at the thought of his boyfriend filling up a new Californian closet with new clothes in his new life, and he almost dropped the carry-on he held. Wonwoo took the suitcase from him with an apologetic look, standing it upright and extending the handle. As Mingyu reached for the larger luggage, Wonwoo interrupted him with a yell.

“Wait!”

Mingyu lowered his arms and turned, cocking his head to the side in confusion. Wonwoo’s face scrunched into one of… pity? He pulled out his phone and scrolled for something.

“Don’t take anything else out, Mingyu-yah,” Wonwoo pleaded, something unidentifiable in his tone as he scrolled the screen further. Mingyu rolled his eyes and replied, “Wonwoo, we had time to say goodbye the past four days. Four days you spent packing and barely even looking at me. There’s no use in stalling, you’re really…” A sigh. “You’re leaving. I have to accept that, as much as I don’t want to. If… if you’re going to do it then please do it now. I’d rather have you say it to my face than on the phone.” Wonwoo really did try to keep composure for the sake of the plan, but that line pushed him to get this over with faster. He’d forced Mingyu to go through the five stages of grief in less than a week. It was the least he could do to finish this as quickly as possible now that they were literally stood at the airport and his boyfriend looked about as stable as a house of cards.

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo began, “you’re wrong.” The younger crossed his arms and stepped closer to Wonwoo, looking absolutely wracked with pain. “You’re trying to make this easier for me and I love you for it, babe. I still love you, that’ll never change. Just please remember that for me when you’re knee-deep in work or don’t miss me anymore,” he murmured.

Wonwoo grabbed onto Mingyu’s forearm as stability, then turned the phone screen to the taller man.

At first, Mingyu just saw the plane tickets from before, but then read what was underneath the barcode images. In bold text, the document clearly said:

NOT AN OFFICIAL DOCUMENT. FOR RECREATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY.

Mingyu took the phone and held it with both hands as he read, trying to make sure it was real and this wasn’t a desperate hallucination from him being clingy. The words weren’t disappearing. As if on cue, Wonwoo let go of Mingyu’s arm, backed up a bit, and pulled one of the younger’s vlog cameras out of his satchel, capturing every moment of Mingyu’s disbelief. He held it at chest level as he spoke. “You basically ruined me for a laugh, so, I don’t know, I thought I’d try to do the same. I’m not going anywhere, Mingyu.” Mingyu stared at Wonwoo, mouth agape. “You… you were pranking me, Wonwoo, seriously?” His voice rose as he spoke.

Wonwoo’s steady stance faltered a bit at Mingyu’s anger. He slightly shuffled backward.

Mingyu did double takes from the phone screen to Wonwoo’s face, trying to figure out what to say. He took a deep breath and began, “I have been… tearing myself apart these past few days trying to imagine life without you. That god-awful prank’s become one of my worst fears, Won- I can’t lose you. You’re such a big piece of my life, my heart, the reason why I do so much of what I’ve done since college. I would’ve packed up and come right with you, Seoul be damned, but the way you ignored me made me terrified.” He was near-tears at this point. “It felt like you were going to say goodbye right here, forever, and live out a new life in California with someone who wouldn’t play with your heart like that for a joke. I couldn’t swallow the idea of just losing you like that, it started to break me.” Mingyu laughed humorlessly, then shook his head and said, “We’re too good of a match. You instead went the revenge route, and here I am yelling about love or whatever. Seriously, what was the point of all that prepping if you just had to put it away after today?” Mingyu looked up to blink away some tears, then faced Wonwoo with a raised eyebrow.

Wonwoo cautiously started explaining the fuss, trying not to upset his boyfriend more. “The boxes in the trunk are filled with old junk for donation. I only took a week’s worth of clothes in the suitcases to keep it believable. Everything was all my idea, even though Minghao was never on board with it. Even my manager was- oomf–” Wonwoo was cut short by a bone-crushing hug as Mingyu crashed into him. Mingyu buried his head into the crook of Wonwoo’s shoulder when the older gently returned the hug, rubbing Mingyu’s back comfortingly. For the last time that night, Wonwoo felt tears stain the shoulder of his outfit. Mingyu’s anguished sobs painfully tugged at his heartstrings. After a few minutes of silent soothing in Wonwoo’s arms, he’d thankfully calmed down to whiny hiccuping breaths.

“I hate you,” Mingyu said between gasps. “You ever do this again and I’ll… I’ll seriously break up with you. Minghao’s always been accepting, I’m sure he and Jun-hyung wouldn’t mind a third.” Wonwoo gasped and smacked Mingyu’s back, getting a wet chuckle out of the younger. The both of them broke into laughter in the hug, breaking apart when it died down. Mingyu locked eyes with Wonwoo and pulled him in by the collar. Wonwoo leaned into the kiss, relief and warmth spreading his chest for the first time in weeks. The twinge of saltwater interrupted their lips, which he realized were his own tears once Mingyu pulled back to brush them away. He took some breaths to calm himself, then met Mingyu’s eyes again.

“...Are we okay, then?” Wonwoo asked. His hands unconsciously fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater.

Mingyu gave Wonwoo that dazzling smile of his, all canines and pure sunshine. “You’re still here, and it’s…” Mingyu paused to check his watch. “6:01 pm. Of course we’re okay, babe. As long as we’re together, I don’t think I’ll ever stop being ‘okay’.”

Wonwoo held a wobbly smile as he replied, “Well, you definitely weren’t okay a couple minutes ago, so I don’t know how true that can be.” He was trying to be snarky, but Mingyu didn’t fail to notice how the rigid tension holding Wonwoo up was suddenly released, like someone had cut his strings.

Mingyu looped his arms around Wonwoo’s shoulders, pulling him in. The older clung to Mingyu’s waist, silently crying into his chest. "I'm so in love with you that I'd rather you be an enemy I know than a stranger I don't, darling,” Mingyu mused. 

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Pranking my Boyfriend **GONE WRONG** | Always with Gyu Ep. 73 ——————————————————————————————————————————

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@gyubug0409 ● 5d ago

OMG mingyuuu T_T Wonwoo’s crying makes me cry too 😢😢😢

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@tyuncoded ● 5d ago

Wonwoo isn’t going to just let this slide, that door slam means he’s ANGRY so I can’t wait for the revenge hehehe 😈😈

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@captaincr0nch ● 5d ago

seeing Wonwoo cry is so heartbreaking 😭😭 Kim Mingyu, why did you think this was okay? On behalf of all Gyuldaengies lets not do this again 💔

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@briemoon ● 3d ago

mingyu realizing how bad this idea was in the intro and still doing it PLZ 💀💀💀💀

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@ujicatXx ● 4d ago

Now who suggested this to Gyu ??? they’re the real villain here 🤨🤨🧐🧐

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@eyeof_thehosh ● 4d ago

Uhhhhh… 😰🤚 guilty…..

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@ujicatXx ● 4d ago

OF FUCKING COURSE IT WAS YOU BITCH 💀💀

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@eyeof_thehosh ● 4d ago

don’t get maaadddddd 😿😿😿😿😿😿😿😿

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@ujicatXx ● 2d ago

after the revenge video I’m not mad anymore 🫢🫢

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Pranking Mingyu Back **EMOTIONAL** (Wonvlog) | Always with Gyu Ep. 74 ——————————————————————————————————————————

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@chwenotchew ● 2d ago

Wonwoo hyung should be this petty all the time, this video is crazy 👽

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@fromis_attorney411 ● 2d ago

THE FAKE LUGGAGE GOT ME CRYING WHAT THE HELL WONWOO 😭😭😭😭😭🤚

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@all4.gyu ● 1d ago

THE ENDING 😢😢😢 Wonwoo having to cut the footage because Mingyu was crushing the camera between them oh my heart 😭😭❤️‍🩹

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@kwanmericano ● 5d ago

had me sobbing into my pillow oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭

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@gam3bo1 ● 2d ago

15:06 why are they acting like nothing happened with the arm around the shoulder and everything 🤨🤨🤨

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@AlwaysWithGyu ☑ ● 1d ago

just so everyone knows, this is Wonwoo’s secret account lololol

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@gam3bo1 ● 9h ago

I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU OH MY GOD

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