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Tahimik na hinihintay ni Sunoo ang Dada Wons niyang isara ang coffee shop. Alas sais na ng gabi, at kauumpisa pa lang nilang mag-pack up. Siguro, iisipin ng marami na masyadong maaga magsara ang coffee shop ni Wonwoo, at kung tutuusin naman, may katototohanan naman iyon; at kadalasan y’on rin din ang naririnig ni Sunoo at Wonwoo mula sa mga kakilala at staff nila, at minsan mula rin sa mga customers nila.
Noong tinanong ni Sunoo ang Dada niya simple lang ang naging sagot nito. Maaga naman tayong nagbubukas eh, sabi lang ni Wonwoo sabay kibot ng balikat. Saka, it’s not hurting us, bakit pa natin papagurin ang mga sarili natin? I’m very happy the way it is. And for Sunoo, hearing that from his dad had been enough. It had been another tiring, yet fulfilling business day for his Dada, and Sunoo’s more than happy to be a part of the success.
Sunoo had been loading some of their things inside his dad’s car when he heard his phone ring. Nilabas niya ang telepono sa pantalon, at napangiti nang makita ang pamilyar na contact number.
“Papa?”
“‘Nak,” Sunoo hears on the other line. His papa Mingyu usually does this. He always called every time they closed up shop, asking if they were home already, if they needed something–things like that. Sunoo assumes that today’s call was one of those.
“Are you and dada on the way home na?”
But he always asks Sun to never tell Wonwoo. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks it has something to do with their ‘separation’ thing. But Sunoo listens well, so he just keeps it the way his Papa wanted–a secret; like an underground operation.
“Not yet, papa,” Sunoo replies. “May inaayos pa po si dada si loob, may mga nilalagay naman po ako sa kotse.” He places the phone between his ear and shoulder as he loads the remaining bags inside the car.
Mingyu hums on the other line. His papa seemed like he wanted to say something, but was hesitating. Sunoo prods.
“Why po? Something wrong?”
There was a rustle in the line before his papa spoke. “I don’t have keys sa bahay, ‘nak eh,” he chuckles. “Nawala ko yata ‘yung duplicate. ‘Wag mo na lang ako isumbong kay dada, okay?”
Sunoo gasps in surprise. “Wait…nasa bahay ka po?” Sunoo looks back at his Dada Wons still checking some of the cabinets inside their cafe, clueless of what was happening. “Akala ko may due kayo for next week?”
“Mhm, surprise sana, kaso wala eh, alam mo na,” Mingyu says impishly. “Yeah, pero, namiss mo raw ako sabi ni dada mo,” Mingyu chuckles, “Seol’s here, too.”
Sunoo smiles as he hears the distant clink of Seol’s collar on the other line, probably pacing in circles around their neighborhood. “Matagal pa ba kayo ni dada?” Sunoo hears after a while.
“Uh, no naman po, siguro 30 minutes more or less po. Sabihin ko na lang kay dada uwi na kami.”
“Ah, okay lang, Sun. Take your time,” Mingyu says, “Walk ko na lang muna si Seol around the village. Baka may mga chinecheck pa si dada, metikuloso pa naman ‘yan.”
Sunoo feels his lips breaking into a small grin as he hears his papa. Whipped , he thinks. He looks back over his Dada Wons, and like Mingyu said, may hawak-hawak pa itong clipboard sa kamay habang tinitignan ang mga drawer sa coffee shop. Metikuloso talaga.
“Sige na ‘nak, help your dada na,” Mingyu murmurs. It seemed like him and Seol were already walking around the village with how Mingyu was breathing a bit more erratically. “See you later. I love you, ‘nak.”
“Okay po, papa, I love you po,” Sunoo replies. He hears his papa hum on the other line before he hears the familiar beep of the call getting dropped.
Sunoo pockets his phone inside his pants before going back inside the coffee shop. He feels an extra bounce in his step as he walks inside the cozy shop, already looking forward to the scent of home.
Wonwoo sees a familiar car parked in front of their driveway. A black Montero Sport, with a customized Babies on Board sticker stuck on its back window. Kotse ni Mingyu, ay namin pala, Wonwoo thinks. He’d know that car in an instant–sinakyan niya ba naman ‘yan ng halos limang taon. Plus, the fucking sticker was an inside joke he knew all too well.
“Tangek, ba’t may ganyan?” Wonwoo points at the offending sticker.
Mingyu looks at the sticker. “Bakit?” Mingyu just replies, hands wrapping around Wonwoo’s waist as they look at the car parked at their garage–brand new and shiny; katatapos lang nilang bayaran sa dealer. It was their new car. Since they had a growing family, with Seol just a few days shy from being adopted and Sunoo almost in college, it made sense. Plus, it wasn’t like they were closing their doors to the possibility of having another kid. So, it was a wise choice.
“Eh hindi naman na baby si Sunoo?”
“Kayo ‘yan eh,” Mingyu laughs. “Baby Sunoo, Baby Seol…” then he kisses Wonwoo’s hair, “And of course, ang aking OG baby, ikaw, my baby Wons.” He kissed Wonwoo once more, square on the reddening apple of his cheek.
“Bwisit, napaka-corny,” Wonwoo just says, laughing at his husband's antics. Nevertheless, Wonwoo kisses his husband back on his lips.
Wonwoo sighs at the distant memory. Ang bilis ng limang taon. Fanning away his thoughts, he parks his own Vios right behind their Mingyu’s car.
“Sun, nag-chat ba Papa mo na uuwi siya?” Wonwoo asks his son, seated on the passenger seat, as he turns off the car’s engine.
“Hindi po, dad,” Sunoo just says. Kasi tumawag po siya. Sunoo prays that his dad won’t notice the slight waver in his voice as he lies through his teeth. Thankfully, Wonwoo just nods, before getting out of the car.
Like summoned by some sort of an entity, Mingyu appears in front of the two–a bit sweaty–together with Seol, perfectly and cutely wagging her tail. She was wearing a pink and white dress, and had a small clip pulling her fur back away from her face.
“Papa! Seollie!” Sunoo squeals at the two. He makes a beeline for his papa first, at nag-mano, then, to Seol, giving her pets and kisses. Wonwoo’s heart felt a small ache–the good kind of ache, the one that made him smile and thank his choices because at least, despite facing a rocky marriage, he still married a good father. Isa siguro ‘yun sa mga mangilan-ngilan na tamang nagawa ni Wonwoo sa buhay.
Wonwoo gives a small smile of acknowledgement to Mingyu and gives Seol gentle pets on her head.
“Oh, akala ko hindi ka makakauwi?” Wonwoo casually asks Mingyu. “Akala ko sa condo ka muna, may deadline kayo ‘di ba? Sabi mo kagabi.” He goes to the trunk of his car, unloading some of the things they used in the shop earlier. Hindi niya agad napansin ang presensiya ni Wonwoo sa likuran niya, nag-aabang at umaaligid lang. All of a sudden, the heavy box was taken away from his hands by Mingyu.
“Hmm, oo, pero halos okay naman na lahat,” Mingyu says as he lifts the box away from Wonwoo’s arms, “Na-delegate ko naman ‘yung tasks sa team, and mostly minor edits na lang na. We’re almost done.”
Wonwoo just hums in understanding as he lets Mingyu talk.
“Ba’t pala nasa labas ka?” Wonwoo inquires. Ang alam niya may susi si Mingyu eh, tutal bahay naman nila ‘yon. It’s just that…things happened. Wonwoo gives his son the keys to their home, murmuring, “Sun, pakibuksan mo na ‘yung pinto, samahan ko lang si Papa sa mga gamit.”
Sunoo nods at scampers away with Seol. Wonwoo picks up the remaining stuff left in the car.
Mingyu chuckles. “Ayon na nga, na-misplace ko yata ‘yung susi. Hinalughog ko na ‘yung condo natin, ‘di ko nahanap. So, Seol and I were stuck here. Nag-walk na lang kami around the village.”
Wonwoo just nods at him.
“Ah, that’s unfortunate,” Wonwoo comments. “Matagal kayong naghintay? Sorry, may mga chineck lang kasi kami sa shop. Dapat kasi nagsabi ka kay Sun.”
Mingyu just shakes his head at that. “No, it’s fine, halos kararating lang naman namin ni Seol.” It was a lie–Mingyu had been waiting outside the house for more than an hour already, but Wonwoo didn’t need to know that.
“Right, okay, Min,” Wonwoo says. “Pakilagay mo na lang ‘yan dito sa may terrace,” he continues, as they walk up to their home. Mingyu places the box to where Wonwoo was pointing.
“Akin na ‘yang iba mong buhat.”
“It’s fine, ako na. Pasok na tayo.”
Wonwoo and Mingyu entered their home in silence. To Wonwoo, it felt strange to have his husband, albeit separated, walk inside their home behind him, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. To Mingyu, it felt freeing–like he was finally coming home after long years of wandering.
It can’t be avoided; they had to talk about it at some point in the evening. Wonwoo felt like it was one of the reasons why Mingyu came home–but he doesn’t mention it. As they sat quietly on the sofa, watching their kid play with Seol, Wonwoo and Mingyu felt a small tension brewing in the air. It grew thick above their heads.
As if Sunoo had a sixth sense, he suddenly stood up, with Seol in his arms.
“Papa, Dada, punta na ko sa kwarto, sa loob na lang kami maglalaro ni Seol,” he says, “Medyo napagod rin po ako kanina eh, daming customers. Good night po.”
Sunoo gives a quick wave at his parents before going to his room.
When Sunoo left, Minyu and Wonwoo were wrapped in silence. Ang awkward naman, Wonwoo thinks. He tries to think of things he should bring up: Work? Weather? News? Ano ba? His mind was desperately coming up with something–everything–except the Call, from last night. He wants the ground to swallow him up. He’s mentally prepared himself for this, but he still feels like he wants to puke.
Mingyu, sensing his husband’s turbulent thoughts, decides to break the silence.
“So,” Mingyu starts, “Sarap ng Sinigang mo, ha.” Mingyu fiddles with his jeans as he attempts small talk. Safe naman ‘yun ‘di ba? Masarap naman talaga.
Wonwoo felt a surge of relief course through him. Thank God Mingyu was adept in these things.
“Ah, salamat. Paborito kasi ni Sunoo,” he says, “‘Saka kailangan ko rin namang galingan magluto, baka magreklamo ‘yung anak mo kung puros prito ang ulam dito,” he laughs. Wonwoo knows he wasn’t a good cook–far from it. Si Mingyu kasi ‘yun eh. But since their split, Wonwoo had to learn one way or another…and he had to learn it the hard way. He recalls the cuts on his fingers, the small burns at his palms; minsan naisip niya na sana nagpaturo na lang siya kay Mingyu dati no’ng okay pa sila.
To be fair, he did try. When Mingyu cooked, he always bugged him with incessant questions…it’s just that Mingyu didn’t want to. Bakit ka pa magpapaturo, eh andito naman ako lagi para mag-luto? He remembers him saying over a pot of Adobo.
Memories had a funny way of making themselves remembered at random times.
“Right.”
“Yup.”
A beat of silence passes through them once again. Tanging ingay lang ng refrigerator at electric fan ang naririnig sa sala nila, at ang medyo mahinang hagikgik ni Sunoo at tahol si Seol.
Mingyu speaks up again, his voice laced with hesitation.
“I meant it when I said ‘I love you’, Wons.”
And just like that–it all came back to Wonwoo.
The quiet home, the cold side of the bed, the missed calls, the sleepless nights, the silent war; then the hushed tones and passive comments, down to the cutting words they stabbed with each other at 3 in the morning when Sunoo was fast asleep. I love you. Funny how three words make him feel like flying, but at same time, falling–straight onto his face on cold hard concrete.
“Why,” Wonwoo succinctly answers, “What changed?”
“Wala. Wala namang nagbago sa pagmamahal sa’yo,” Mingyu says, clear and sharp–like knife cutting through paper. Walang alinlangan.
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
Wonwoo looks at his sock-covered feet–the ones gifted to him by Sunoo two years ago when Wonwoo celebrated his birthday. It had dog prints on them… parang si Min, he thought when he unwrapped it in front of his son. It had just been the two of them, with Mingyu's nose buried through piles of documents in Makati. They were living separately already then.
“Why now?” Wonwoo quietly asks. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like hindi na kita mahal, because I do,” Wonwoo says with a sigh. “I still do, Min.” He raises his head and stares at their old and worn family picture on their TV. They looked so young, and happy.
“Pero, how we were…that wasn’t love, Min .”
Mingyu stares at their reflection on the TV. Two figures, grey and unmoving–a far cry from their family picture beside it.
“And I’m sorry for that, Wons.” Mingyu quietly replies.
Wonwoo doesn’t speak for a minute.
“It hurt me, you know,” Wonwoo, for the first time, breaks the silence. “Subsob ka sa trabaho palagi. Gets, para naman sa’tin. Pero Min, may pamilya ka, ako. Si Sunoo.” Wonwoo doesn’t look at him.
Mingyu wanted to speak, to cut him off. But he doesn’t. He lets Wonwoo be angry and lets his sharp tongue do damage. Because thank God, at least he’s a lot more honest now.
“And me quitting, did it seem like I was weak?” Wonwoo tries not to choke on his words. “Lumiit ba ‘yung tingin mo sa’kin when I decided to put my corporate dreams on hold because I felt like I had lost the drive? The fire I once had? Kasi napagod ako?”
Wonwoo’s voice felt like arrows aimed straight at Mingyu’s heart. It seemed like Wonwoo took time honing and stropping his words with how it cut Mingyu deep. Alam na alam niya talaga kung paano siya saktan. And Mingyu took it straight–like he'd been waiting for them to be shot directly at him…willingly placing the targets all over him.
Mingyu sighs deeply. “I’m sorry. Pakiramdam ko noon I had to work twice as hard–because I wanted our family to be comfortable. I’m sorry, Wons.” He starts.
Mingyu bites his lip, thinking of what to say next.
“Wons, kahit kailan, hindi naman naging gano’n sa’kin–I never thought so little of you. God, you were the dream, Wons. You and Sunoo, Seol, and our little family–you were my dream .” He smiles.
Mingyu shifts in his seat, crouching down and holding his palms between his spread knees. He thinks back on how they were before; where it hurt him. He thinks about the random office day at work where he couldn’t find Wonwoo during lunch break; when he just hears their office buzzing about Wonwoo like he was some sort of apparition that came and went. He remembers how it felt—cold and dry.
“It was never like that. Nagulat lang ako. You’ve been working so hard since college, and even more after graduation. Of course I was worried kasi you quit out of the blue, without even telling me.” Mingyu takes a shaky breath. “Doon ako nagalit, Wons. Mag-asawa na tayo pero bakit hindi mo man lang sinabi sakin? Nalaman ko pa sa officemates pa natin? Of course I got mad…I got hurt, not because I was disappointed with you. It’s because you didn’t tell me. Para ‘kong anino, no’n, Wons.”
Wonwoo felt tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. He was frustrated and pissed–because he wanted to hate Mingyu so much, but he hated how he made sense every single time; how he still loved him. It was frustrating.
“Then why did you just let me walk away then?” Wonwoo asks, silently wiping his tears. “Ganon ba kadali para sayo na bitawan ako? Kami ni Sun?”
Mingyu ruffles his hair and sighs.
“Because you never let me in, Wons. Sa buong pagsasama natin, I thought we were happy– you were happy.” Mingyu bitterly smiles. “But, you never told me what you were feeling inside. Akala ko sa tagal natin, kabisang-kabisa na kita–college hanggang sa magtapos tayo, until we started working—ikaw ‘yung kasangga ko eh. Pero mali ako, Wons…that’s why I asked; kung okay ka lang, kung may kailangan ka, kung galit ka, kung pagod ka…because I felt like something was wrong…I just didn’t know what.”
Mingyu looks at Wonwoo, for the first time since their exchange. “Wons, I’m sorry if I got tired asking along the way. Tao lang din naman ako,” Mingyu’s eyes were red-rimmed and teary. He smiled at Wonwoo.
“I let you walk away not because you and Sun were easy to let go, but because I thought it was what you needed to heal,” He takes a small inhale, a steadying breath. “I didn’t want to cage you–mas pipiliin ko nang magparaya kahit papaano just so you could be happy.”
Wonwoo hears a sniffle from his side. Mingyu was crying softly, silently; like he had been since their split.
“Mahal na mahal kita, Wonwoo. I vowed to love and choose you everyday…and that was me choosing you.”
Like a friend constantly checking in on them, silence was with them once again, wrapping them in a familiar blanket of quiet. Mingyu sniffles, lightly dabbing at his eyes; Wonwoo, not faring much better, does the same. He just hides it a lot better, he guesses.
Wonwoo wanted to scream, to be angry–sa mundo, sa office nila dati…sa sarili niya.
“I know what you’re thinking, Wons,” mahinang bulong ni Mingyu. “We were both at fault. We should’ve known better. Don’t blame yourself, please,” Ani ni Mingyu.
Wonwoo cries, for the first time in a few years. Between them, it was Mingyu who was the crier in the relationship. Even when they separated, he never cried–he wanted to look strong in front of Mingyu, in front of Sunoo. But he wasn’t – he was far from it. In truth, he was warm, fragile and weak when you strip away his cold and hard facade. It was what Mingyu loved about him after all; ganon raw kasi ang mga tipo niya, biro niya noong college: cold at masungit pero sa’kin lang mabait. It pisses Wonwoo off how much he loved his husband to the point he still remembers all the stupid things that reminds him of Mingyu.
“I’m sorry, Min,” he cried. He lets the dam break. He lets his tears fall.
There was a dip on the sofa and then, Wonwoo felt gentle caresses at his back. “Dami nating na-unpack, Wons,” Mingyu jokingly whispers, slightly nasally from tearing up.
“Yeah,” Wonwoo replies as he tries his best to stop himself from crying. “That was a lot.” He claws at his eyes, wiping his tears away.
“Nawala mo ba talaga susi mo ng bahay?” Wonwoo suddenly asks. Mingyu was shocked by the sudden interrogation.
“Yup.”
“Sinungaling,” Wonwoo says. “Ano ‘to?” He jingles a familiar key in front of Mingyu. “Nakakabit naman sa susi ng sasakyan mo eh,” Wonwoo says. Wonwoo found it by the drawer, where they usually keep their keys. Habits are really hard to kill—ilang taon pa man ang lumipas.
Like a child caught, Mingyu scratches his neck, and gives Wonwoo a small smile.
“Eh gusto ko ikaw o si Sunoo ‘yung magbukas eh,” he says timidly. “‘Di ba, halos lagi tayong sabay umuwi dati?” Mingyu recalls. “I just wanted to remember how it feels like once again…to go home with you once more,” He smiles–there were tear tracks on Mingyu’s cheeks and the mole on his nose seemed a lot more prominent because of the redness of his tan skin.
Oh, Wonwoo loved him very, very, much.
Wonwoo smiled at him. “Stupid.”
Mingyu laughed at him.
“Mahal na mahal kita, Wonwoo,” Mingyu says earnestly.
Wonwoo thinks he may have been either a saint or a hero in his past life to have someone who loved him like this. It was almost like the gods themselves made and planted Mingyu in his life, like a growing vine against his brick stone of a resolve. He invaded every crack and crevice; making sure that there was no escaping from him.
And he’s more than thankful for that.
Wonwoo smiles at him–’yung paborito ni Mingyu. ‘Yung halos pumintog ‘yung mga pisngi ni Wonwoo, at ‘yung halos pumikit na ‘yung mga mata niya sa lawak ng ngiti niya.
“Ako rin.”
“Napakatipid talaga ng asawa ko,” Mingyu jokes.
“Bwisit ka,” Wonwoo chuckles.
“Say it back, please?” Mingyu says.
He doesn’t know what possessed him. Wonwoo reaches a hand over Mingyu’s, then, interlaces their fingers–a distant familiarity with how he traced the rough skin and palm of his husband. He hears Mingyu inhale slightly. “Mahal na mahal rin kita, Min,” he says as he holds Mingyu’s gaze.
In an instant, Mingyu’s face lit up–mirroring the smile Wonwoo wore.
“If you’re ready…to try again,” Mingyu hesitantly says. “Let me know. Kasi ako handang-handa naman ako. Hinihintay lang kita.” He squeezes Wonwoo’s hand a bit tighter.
Wonwoo doesn’t think about it. “I am. I want to try again.” He squeezes back Mingyu’s hand in response, as if telling him, I’m here, I’m ready.
Mingyu feels nothing but relief. Para bang binunutan siya napakalaking pakong nakapasak sa puso niya. “Okay,” he smiles. “That’s good–more than good,” he stutters. “I’ve been waiting for this for 2 years, Wons.”
Wonwoo simply hums at that as he lets Mingyu get closer and closer–until he feels the latter’s shoulder at his back. Wonwoo cranes his head closer to Mingyu’s neck, seeking warmth and familiarity. It’s been so long.
Time went by quickly in their own little world.
“Dito ka na sleep.”
It was Wonwoo who broke the quiet.
“Ngek, wala na ‘yung mattress na extra, Wons. Nasa condo,” he kisses his husband’s temple. “Uwi na lang ako sa Makati. Sunduin ko na lang si Seol bukas ng umaga.”
Wonwoo doesn’t know why Mingyu didn’t get what he was saying…what he was implying. So he spells it out for him.
“Sa kwarto natin ikaw matulog.”
A beat.
Mingyu felt all sorts of emotions flash through his head. He was flustered.
“Ha? Sure ka ba?”
“Tangek, oo naman,” Wonwoo smiles. “Ngayon ka pa nahiya, nagka-anak pa nga tayo,” he teases.
Mingyu falters, but smiles nonetheless. “Sure ka? Will you be comfortable?”
“Mhm.”
“I’ll take you up on that offer then.”
“Let’s go, antok na ‘ko Min.”
Wonwoo doesn’t let go of Mingyu’s hand from his grasp.
Wonwoo doesn’t know what made him so courageous tonight, but he wants to bash his head down the sink for being so.
He almost forgets that his husband sleeps naked. God, ano ba ‘tong pinasok ko. Now, he locks himself inside their bathroom because he couldn’t stop himself from staring at his husband. Hindi naman na sila tulad ng dati; their bodies used to be sharp and chiseled; but now, they were a lot softer; a bit more rounded at their edges, traces of youth already faded. But it didn’t mean they were any less beautiful. Mingyu looked beautiful. Kaya hindi niya rin maiwasan ang tumingin. Masyado nang matagal, okay?
“Wons, akala ko ba matututulog ka na?” he hears Mingyu say softly.
“Yeah, palabas na,” he mumbles in reply.
He steps out from the bathroom. He sees Mingyu on his usual side of the bed, covered up already by their blanket.
Wonwoo can feel Mingyu’s gaze, scanning and anticipating his every move.
“Glad to know you still wear my clothes to sleep,” tanging imik lamang ni Mingyu–smiling at Wonwoo.
“Oo na,” Wonwoo just says. He didn’t even notice.
The bed dips as Wonwoo lays down beside Mingyu, close, but somewhat still a bit far. There was a space between them, and nobody dared to cross it.
They lay in silence.
“Is this the part where we say good night?” Mingyu says.
Wonwoo just hums, a smile creeping on his face.
“Good night, Wons,” Mingyu says. His voice was sweet and warm–like what Wonwoo’s used to hearing. Hindi nakatingin si Wonwoo sa kanya, pero alam niyang halos mag-abot sa tainga ang ngiti ng asawa. He knows his voice a little too well.
Wonwoo chuckles lightly. “Good night, Min,” he simply replies.
He hears Mingyu laugh slightly at his side, their bed shaking lightly.
“Ba’t ka natatawa?”
“Nothing, I’m just so happy,” ani lang ni Mingyu.
Oh. Wonwoo was happy, too. So much.
“Me, too.” He replies, “but we need to sleep,” Wonwoo continues. “Good night, Min.”
“Good night, Wons.”
A beat.
“I love you.”
Wonwoo smiles.
“I love you, too.”
Mingyu and Wonwoo, for the first time in years, slept with smiles on their faces. For the first time since they fell apart, sleep came as easily as breathing.
Wonwoo awoke with warmth wrapping him. There was an arm under his head, and a palm resting on his waist. His feet were tangled with another, and there were puffs of air in his hair. It’s so warm, Wonwoo thinks. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent wafting around him.
He opens his eyes, only to see Mingyu smiling down at him.
“Hi,” ani lamang ni Mingyu. Malapad ang ngiti, kitang-kita ang mga pangil. Mula sa anggulong ‘to, kitang-kita ni Wonwoo ang maliit na nunal ni Mingyu sa ilong, pati ang maliit na peklat nito sa may bandang kilay. He wanted to kiss those marks so badly.
“Hi,” matipid na sabi lang ni Wonwoo, smiling.
Like a possessed man, Mingyu kisses Wonwoo’s forehead. “Good morning, asawa ko,” paglalambing ni Mingyu sa kanya.
Mingyu earns a light slap on his shoulder, then he hears Wonwoo giggle. Kainis, he hears Wonwoo mutter. Mingyu decides it was one of the best sounds he’s ever heard; second to Sunoo’s first cry when he was born. Sorry, asawa ko, he murmurs in his head.
Wonwoo, the little menace that he is, kisses Mingyu on the nose, catching him off guard. ‘Yung isa lang muna, Wonwoo thinks. It was lightning fast, and Mingyu almost cried with how fast the contact was. Isa pa please, gusto niyang magmakaawa.
Then, in an instant, Wonwoo was out of bed, stretching his arms, like a cat waking up from deep slumber. Mingyu watches him. Mingyu looked away when he caught a sliver of skin when his shirt rode up on Wonwoo’s body; as well as when he saw the older’s smooth skin at his thighs. Next time.
“Good morning rin, asawa ko,” Wonwoo says as he looks back on his husband still glued to their bed.
Mingyu gives him a wide smile in return. He missed this so much.
Mingyu slowly gets up and makes his way to his husband, enveloping him in a warm embrace. His bare chest against Wonwoo’s back, and his head nestled on Wonwoo’s shoulder.
“Kiss pa nga jan, please?” he whispers once again to Wonwoo’s ear.
A smile threatens to fall from Wonwoo’s lips. “Masyado ka na yatang namimihasa?” Wonwoo jokes.
He feels Mingyu’s chest against his back, reverberating as Mingyu laughed near his neck. Damot, he hears Mingyu chuckle.
Nonetheless, Wonwoo was generous and indulging. Pinihit niya ang leeg at ipinahinga ang ulo sa balikat ng asawa.
“Kiss na baby,” he simply teases Mingyu, a smirk tugging his lips.
Mingyu could die a happy man from this alone. He obliges–he’s a devout husband after all.
A good morning indeed.