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If you were to ask Mingi, his night was going great.
Amazing, even.
The fact that he was currently connected to several tubes, while at least two different machines controlled his vitals and the medical staff popped up to check on him from time to time, was absolutely not deterring him from calling his night anything short of magical nor incredible.
His friends would call him insane for it but Mingi would beg to differ, for he was still happy with how the events have developed for him, even if the way it all happened was not really ideal, taking into consideration that he has earned a one night stay in beautiful hotel General Hospital of Seoul.
It all started when Wooyoung invited all of them to a pre-Christmas dinner at his and San’s newly acquired apartment. They all were busy, functional adults and, with sad smiles, they had realised that dinner around actual Christmas time was just not doable, so Wooyoung offered to host for them before they would get even busier. That premise brought the eight of them together that night.
Upon arrival, Mingi could already guess just how Christmas-y everything would be decorated once inside, if he had to go by the beautiful wreath hanging from his friends’ front door.
Mingi fidgeted in place waiting for one of his friends to open and invite him inside, staring at the cute little kitties drawn on the doormat that welcomed him in at his feet. When San swung the door open and saw him at the other side, he did not hesitate to hug him warmly and grab him by the arm, yanking Mingi inside with force and barely leaving him time to remove his shoes before stepping in.
“You’re the first one to get here!”
He looked so excited, so bubbly, all smiles and giggles as he guided him towards the kitchen so Mingi could leave there the Christmas cake he had brought for dessert inside the fridge. Wooyoung was there tending to a big stew pot that smelled delicious so, brought in by his nose, Mingi approached him.
“This smells incredible, Wooyo,” he mutters beside him, successfully startling his friend and making him let out a laugh as soon as he registered who it was.
“You idiot, I could have burned myself,” he reprimanded with no malice, getting closer and planting a chaste kiss on Mingi’s cheek. “Has Sannie shown you the place? You can leave your coat at his office.”
“Okay, taking him on a tour it is!” He smiled, already tugging at him towards the living room. “Youngie, need something before we go?”
“Nah, go on. The tteokguk base is almost ready, I only have to add the rice cakes and I’ll do that once the rest get here. You two will set the table once you’re done with the tour, right?”
“Absolutely, follow me, Mings,” San said, taking him by the arm and walking away towards the living room.
The lights were dimly lit but still bright enough to not result in a too dark environment, a lot of fairy lights added to the lighting, as those were cascading down the walls. Some garlands—made out of artificial evergreen needles with some pine cones and red plaid ribbons randomly placed all over them—hid the main line of cables going around the ceiling corners and made everything else feel more magical. Lots of small centre pieces following the same theme of green, red and pine cone brown were scattered all around the room, bringing everything together. They had even put on a fireplace video on the TV, it felt so cosy, the living room looked out of an ideal Christmas catalogue.
“Wow-” He couldn’t help but breath as he looked around.
“Yeah, I know, pretty huh?” San beamed beside him. “It’s our first Christmas here so we kinda went overboard,” he said, sheepishly. “It was a pain in the ass to put on though, the tape just wouldn’t stick, but I managed.”
“It looks incredible Sannie.”
“If you liked this, wait to see our bathroom,” he laughed already moving them towards the rest of the apartment. By the time they were done, with his coat removed and his hands washed, Wooyoung was finishing some kimchijeon and setting them aside to serve later.
They started to set the table, as Wooyoung had asked of them. He was currently the only one in the living room, setting the silverware, when the doorbell rang.
“Mangi, could you please get it?” Wooyoung’s voice called from the kitchen and he did not falter.
At the other side of the door Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho were waiting for him to let them in.
“Yeosang is still at the car, he had an I-don’t-know-what-exactly to tend to before coming in,” Jongho explained as he went past him. Mingi just nodded, knowing that Yeosang’s work as a lawyer was really demanding of him at the moment.
That only left Yunho to get there and they would finally be complete.
Mingi could not say that he hadn’t been nervously waiting for Yunho in specific to show up, for he actually had been dying with impatience for the older to get through that same door and engulf him into a tight hug. Even though they chat on the daily—with some sporadic calls here and there throughout the week—Mingi still missed him, a lot.
He missed his voice, his actual voice without the particular glint of metallic, artificial sound provided by the phone. He missed his presence, his reassuring touch, his sweet and tantalising scent, so alluring, so charming. He really missed his stupid face with his stupid round eyes, his stupid perfect nose and stupid beautiful, and frankly inviting, lips. His whole being yearned for him, with each and every cell of his body, and every time they were actually together, the younger felt himself drawn to him like a magnet.
Although, if Yunho had noticed his terribly hidden crush—to call it something because ‘crush’ felt like an understatement—he never said anything about it.
It was something that drove him mad because… what else should he do for him to realise that Mingi was fucking head over heels for him? It candidly could not get more obvious than that, and yet, every move Mingi had the guts to attempt, was answered by being brushed off as a joke, as a mere game between friends.
Saying that it was frustrating was one light way to put it, but he really didn’t know how else he could let Yunho know about his true feelings for him without being disregarded with a nervous chuckle and a change of subject.
It all would change tonight, though.
He had decided that tonight would be his last attempt. There was no way he could keep this situation going for any longer. It was painful enough already with all his failed tries and, contrary to popular belief—read: his friends’ opinions—Mingi had a tad bit of self respect. He knew just how pathetic he looked every time the cue to his confession failed to land just because Yunho had answered something that had thrown Mingi off, so, so much that he started to malfunction.
Mingi had planned to get him somewhere private, he had asked San beforehand and he had given him permission already to use one of the spare rooms for it, and he would finally lay all his cards out for Yunho to see. With some luck on his side he would gain one boyfriend, and if not, they would keep being friends, even if that would break him a little—read: a lot—but nothing that some time would not fix, or so people said.
“Look who I rescued from the streets, roaming in the cold, cold winter evening like a lost puppy,” a sudden voice gave him a heart attack.
Right, he still had been holding the door open when he zoned out thinking about Yunho. That had happened so many times already that it had started to result a bit concerning—read: very concerning, for once he had burnt the pork belly he had been stir-frying because he got too into his head, thinking about just how much his friend would have loved to have some.
“I wasn’t sure about what building it was exactly…” Yeosang said sheepishly.
“You’re so forgetful for someone so smart,” Yunho snickered beside him. “We're all here already, right?”
“Yeah, you were the last one to get here,” Mingi said hiding behind a smile, trying his hardest not to bounce in place at the expectation of their mandatory greeting hug.
Yunho looked at him and answered his smile with one of his own, but it felt somehow strained. He broke eye contact briefly to close the door behind him without making much noise and, taking out his shoes, he started to move further inside the apartment. Mingi was left dumbfounded.
Where was his hug?
He blinked and forced himself to react, kick-starting his brain to do something before the taller strode further away from him. Mingi launched his hand forward and grabbed onto the first thing he managed to get his hand on, that thing being Yunho’s coat belt, and pulled from him to not let him take any additional step.
The older halted his movements, looking back at him with a surprised expression plastered all over his face.
“Uhm… Mingi?”
Clearing his throat, he let go of his belt instantly, looking everywhere but him.
“Erm… Sorry- I..” What could he possibly say to explain his behaviour just now? “I… Huh…” He took a step closer, taking advantage of how Yunho had frozen in place. “You didn’t even say hello,” he managed to mutter in just a mere thread of voice between them. “And you didn’t hug me…”
“Oh… Oh, Mingi, sorry I- I had to-” He stuttered, blinking slowly, watching Mingi’s every move. “I had to leave this in the kitchen,” he says, presenting him a bottle of who knew what from who knew where. Mingi was about to use one of his most successful weapons in terms of persuasion—read: bright wide eyes and a pout—when Wooyoung yelled out of nowhere, startling him and making him press himself against his friend like a koala would a tree.
“Everyone! Freeze!” He shouted, raising both his arms with his palms up and open at either side of him.
No one dared move a single finger.
“Youngie, wha-”
“Sannie! Look where they are!” He pressed, pointing at him and Yunho.
“Wooyoung, no-”
“Come on! It’s perfect! I mean, look at them, right place right time, am I right?”
“What are you even on about?” Mingi asked, tilting his head to the side with confusion.
Instead of saying it verbally, Wooyoung just crossed his arms over his chest and, smiling mischievously, he pointed up. Mingi blinked and just followed his friend’s indications.
“Oh, shut up…” and that was Yunho, having done the same. Mingi stopped staring above his head in favour of watching Yunho’s reaction.
His heart broke a bit at the sight, if he was to be completely honest.
Yunho was looking terrified, all colour drained from his face and his mouth agape. He felt him tremble slightly against himself, for he had still not released him from his crushing hold prompted by his fright response. He stepped away then, letting go of him altogether and looking at his feet, giving Yunho his much needed space.
“Wooyoung we can’t-” he started, only to be cut off by one exasperated looking Wooyoung.
“Yunho, yes you can!” The man looked ready to end it all and Mingi knew why; he was tired of Mingi moping around so he wanted him to get kissed by Yunho already, that he could have either a happy ending or closure. Mingi hoped it would be the first one, really. “You can’t break traditions just like that!”
“Is this even real?” Yunho said, reaching his right hand up and touching the delicate leaves hanging upside down closest to him. “Where did you even find the real deal?”
“Not that complicated when it’s Christmas time Yunho, it’s fucking mistletoe, come on, think a little,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Now, less talk, more kiss, go on. Allez, allez!”
“But I don’t… I-” he stuttered, looking around and at anything but Mingi in front of him, bringing his hand down and biting at his thumb nail nervously.
“Yunho, let’s just kiss,” Mingi said, trying to act nonchalant about it but, actually, dying on the inside to kiss him already, thanking San and Wooyoung for being so thoughtful with their decoration. “I mean, it’s just a kiss, right?”
“A-are you sure?” Looking at him finally, Yunho was the human equivalent of a deer in headlights. He still was rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb, picking at the dry skin from time to time.
“Yeah, why not?” He answered, shrugging beside him, trying to hide the fact that he was a minute away from jumping in place like a little kid when gifted something sparkly.
“Just do it!”
Mingi’s heart was about to implode with anticipation as he watched Yunho’s expression transform before his own two eyes. His brows relaxed and his eyes darkened, looking slightly down at him, danger all written on his pupils. Mingi saw how he pushed his cheek from the inside of his mouth at the same time that his eyes darted down quickly, just before coming back up to connect their gazes in a piercing stare.
“Is this okay?”
His breath hitched under his friend’s scrutinizing glare. All confidence he had talked himself to show when the older was around was sent down the drain with just a single look. Yunho got closer, his left hand snaking around his waist as his right one found its place in Mingi’s face.
Oh, god.
It was happening.
Because it was, right?
He was not dreaming, nor unconscious, nor dead… Right?
Yunho was about to kiss him and it was real.
“Yes,” he breathed, looking down at Yunho’s lips briefly before crossing gazes with him again. It was like time had stopped around them for a second, only them existed at that moment.
“Okay, yeah… I’m- Yeah, okay… ”
The younger closed his eyes and let Yunho guide him, feeling how the older brought their faces closer using the hand that he had placed on his cheek. Yunho seemed to be trapped in some kind of trance, for Mingi felt how he moved his thumb over his lips, dragging the time for the kiss to happen.
Mingi just whined, impatience taking over his body and abruptly Yunho’s lips were over his.
And as soon as they came, they went, not letting him process a thing of what just had happened.
Mingi chased behind them in a way that must have looked needy but well, he was indeed needy, for he needed Yunho to love him back the way he loved him, or else he would just perish in agony until he let go of his little infatuation.
Yunho cleared his throat, letting go of him altogether. “There, a kiss…”
“That’s not a kiss?!” Wooyoung complained. “Jeong Yunho I know fairly well that you know how to kiss, and that was not it…”
“Woo, don’t push him,” Seonghwa warned.
“No but… I agree with Wooyoung,” Hongjoong added, thank goodness his best friend was on his side. “Just kiss him like you’d like to be kissed, Yun.”
He turned again to Mingi, raising his eyebrows in a silent question, which Mingi answered with an eager nod, maybe even too eager, but he was not really to blame for it, he has yearned enough and just a chaste peck just felt short.
Although, on a second thought… He could not force his friend to do something he seemed so against to. Mingi might be madly in love with him but Yunho looked really uncomfortable, he might have wished for this to happen, but did he want it to happen like this when Yunho was clearly not into it?
Mingi was just a mere second away from assuring him that he didn’t have to do it if he really didn’t want to, when Yunho’s hands were back on him, his waist being circled for a second time as he felt himself melt against the hand that had started to cradle his neck once again. With one last shared look of reassurance, Mingi watched how Yunho closed his eyes and leaned in, pressing his mouth against his with newfound motivation.
Finally, all his time walking on Earth has led him to this precise moment: in Yunho’s arms and with their lips slotting together. And he knew for sure that nothing could ruin this for him.
Nothing.
Mingi took a deep breath the moment their skin touched, holding it in as his heart soared with the million different emotions running through his body and mind. His heartbeat was going a thousand miles per hour and his skin prickled in goosebumps. Yunho decided to tighten his grip around his waist and parted his lips ever so slightly, capturing his upper lip between his and consequently Mingi was left to suck at his plump yet faintly dry bottom lip.
Their lips danced against each other for a few seconds when Mingi felt his control slipping as his tongue, moving on its own, licked lightly at the flesh in front of him with a low hum. He heard Yunho moan at the wet touch and, like water going through a broken dam, something unleashed inside his friend, for his former reluctance was nowhere to be seen and Yunho was now kissing him open-mouthed.
His hands launched upwards to wrap around his friend’s neck, tilting his face to the side and letting Yunho deepen the kiss.
A tingling sensation started to take over his lips. Maybe because he hasn’t been kissed for a long time or maybe because it was Yunho who he was kissing, but he ignored it, it felt almost electrifying.
Only when someone coughed somewhere near them—forcefully loud he might add—did they separate, just about the same time as he felt his face flush hot. He was positive that his face was red as a beet but, did he care? Not at all.
He took a moment to regain his breath, he was heaving with difficulty besides Yunho who was also panting beside him. Mingi started to feel light headed but, that was what a kiss from the love of his life caused, right?
Dizzy, he stumbled a bit on his feet but luckily Yunho caught him on time before he could see himself on the floor. He noticed that the tingling had gotten worse, feeling like the itch was too much, as if a bee had stung him on the lips, so much that the electrifying sensation that mere seconds back felt like heaven now had started to tilt downwards towards hell instead.
Letting a sigh with great difficulty, he started to panic.
“Yu- Yuyu, I think-” he tried to speak with some strain, wheezing and gasping as much air as he could, voice hoarse and throat feeling tighter than an eight-day clock. “Some’ings w-ong.”
“Fuck Mingi, hey, don’t close your eyes,” a voice said.
“Wooyoung, what’s going on?” Another someone spoke.
They talked over him but he could only focus on the man above him, looking distressed as he took his face in his hands, keeping him upright. Mingi started to feel very tired, his eyes starting to weigh a ton. Yunho hit him lightly in the cheek with his left hand, trying to brighten him up.
“Mingi look at me,” Wooyoung said, suddenly in front of him with a little lantern dancing before his eyes. The light annoyed him to no end but he focused on the fact that the air was not going in as it should. The light was gone but the little spots remained dancing for a little while.
“Sannie, get my EpiPen,” Mingi heard Wooyoung say as he tended to him. “Don’t worry, Mangi, you’re good, okay?”
More fear pooled in his stomach, feeling lost and confused and so, so weak, so nauseous… He tried to focus back on Yunho, who was still holding him, but his vision was slowly blurring. Mingi watched, between tears and red edges in his vision, how his friend looked desperate, anguished and even desolated, letting go of tears of his own as he rocked him in his arms.
“Mings, please, come on,” he said, over and over again. “Come on, baby. You’ll get better, you’ll get better, you’ll get better-”
“Yunho, move a bit,” Wooyoung was back on him, fussing over Mingi as he got into position. “It’s gonna be just a moment.”
And instantly some pain flared up somewhere on his upper thigh, followed by some sense of relief, even though his head still felt stuffed.
“The ambulance will be here shortly,” Yeosang announced.
Ambulance? For whom? What was going on? What about their dinner? But as questions plagued him, he felt himself slipping slowly until everything just faded to black.
He opened his eyes with some struggle and saw how everything was moving around him, how people whom he did not know were at each side of him fretting and Mingi was puzzled. He could hear faintly in the distance how someone spoke but he couldn’t make any sense of what they were saying.
Mingi tried to move but he soon realised that he was immobilised, he felt panic settling in his bones as the dizziness came back full force. He looked around until his eyes fell upon the figure he had always dreamt about so much, with his eyes fixated on him, the younger attempted to speak, but he was not able to form a single word.
His head was spinning and a metallic clash made his head throb in pain. Sudden bright white light blinded him momentarily, telling him that he had made it into the ambulance. More voices argued outside until one voice, one he recognised like the back of his hand rose from above the others.
“I need to go with him!” Yunho was yelling, seemingly distressed and in despair. “He’s my boyfriend, I have the right to go with him!”
Those words made him feel bubbly and even more light headed so Mingi just closed his eyes and basked on the feeling of finally hearing those words coming out of Yunho’s lips.
His mind came and went intermittently, but in those semi lucid moments he had, he kept overhearing conversations going around his bed, thinking he was too out of it to process them. And truth was, he was mostly out of it but his hearing always zeroed to that one voice he knew by heart.
It was like the third time he came to himself that night for a brief moment, his body and mind feeling super heavy and exhausted, when he heard Wooyoung and Yunho talking beside his bed.
“Is he really okay?” The older asked, somewhere around him.
“Yeah, Yun. Don’t worry. His body is too exhausted by the abruptness of it all and is now catching up,” his friend assured. “Hey, he’ll recover from this, what’s with the long face?”
“I can’t believe I almost killed the love of my life,” Yunho groaned. “He’ll never kiss me again after this, fuck…”
Did he hear right? Was he still delirious?
“Maybe you should tell him, you know, as an idea,” Wooyoung sighed.
“You know I can’t do that, he doesn’t see me like that…”
What was he talking about? As far as Mingi knew, he had moved Earth and heaven just to show him how exactly he wanted him… just for him to say that he didn’t see him like that? He knew Yunho was dense but this was another level of denseness.
“Yunho, you can’t be serious right now…” Mingi just knew that Wooyoung was now pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please, haven’t you seen how he behaves around you?”
“Well, we’ve been friends since high school… he has always been clingy with me and I took advantage of that ever since… And guilt fucking eats me, Wooyo. ”
“I am gonna say this once and only once, Jeong Stefano Yunho… He’s not ‘just clingy’ with you, he has been trying to make a move on you for the longest time. Frankly, it has come to a point that it’s really painful to see him trying so hard and you turning him down each time… Come on, you can’t possibly tell me that you haven’t noticed…”
“I-”
“Yunho, my friend… You’ve seen how eager he was to kiss you just a few hours ago. Believe me, he wants you just as much as you want him.”
“Are you sure?” And Mingi swore that he heard his friend’s voice sound hopeful for a split of a second.
Mingi tried to move but he achieved nothing, too tired to even lift a finger. In fact, his eyelids felt heavy once again, giving up on trying to maintain them open to step into the conversation, but it was useless, exhaustion taking over as he fell straight into Morpheus’ claws.
The next time he woke up, he eavesdropped into some nurses checking his IV line, faking being asleep still.
“Yeah, he has not moved an inch from that armchair ever since his boyfriend got admitted,” nurse one whispered. “I wish my boyfriend was half as attentive.”
“How long has it been?” Nurse number two mused back.
“The whole night! I heard how he refused to go, even when doctors told him he was not allowed to because they’re not legally tied.”
“Oh yeah, rumour is that one of his friends threatened to sue the hospital…”
A moment of silence and then a light chuckle was shared between the two.
Mingi vowed to thank Yeosang latter for that, feeling himself be dragged back to slumberland.
And that was how he found himself in his current state of affairs.
He woke up again, once and for all. It was still dark at night but there was no clock on sight to check what the actual time was. He looked to his left, watching over the peacefully sleeping figure beside him, still in the armchair as the nurses had commented him to be.
Now that he was feeling better, he finally gave in and indulged himself by thinking about everything that had happened today, pointedly ignoring the near death experience caused by… by something that he still had no clue about. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, to be honest. He only knew that he had almost died, and that he was at the hospital, and that Yunho has called himself his boyfriend—repeatedly—and that apparently he was the love of his life.
So, was he really to blame for feeling all happy and giddy for how things had turned out to be for him? After he had kissed the one and only Jeong Yunho whom he had yearned for for the longest time? After he had just been confirmed that his love was not one sided? After he had just realised that his future was brighter than he had let himself dream about?
Short answer, no.
Mingi had all the right to feel the way he felt, thank you very much.
Long answer, it was an unavoidable reality that he also felt awful, physically wise. He still was feeling a bit lethargic, his limbs still heavy as he sensed a pressing weigh over his chest while he tried to move up the bed with care of not yanking his IV line, he had no desire of showering the place with his own blood. Dying of blood loss was not something he would like to add to his already packed with medical complications schedule.
He attempted to make as little noise as possible just to not alert Yunho, who was still in the armchair with his arms crossed, his head tilted backwards in a not so natural position and with his eyes closed, but the mere ruffle of the sheets woke him up. Long limbs flailed as he came to himself, looking everywhere, agitated and confused for a hot second until his eyes landed on Mingi.
“Oh, goodness, you’re awake,” he breathed out, rushing to his feet and towards the bed. He didn’t give him time to prepare himself before Yunho was all over him, encircling him into a tight hug.
“Hey, easy there, sweetheart,” he chuckled, ignoring how his throat, mouth and lips felt stuffed and maybe a bit numb and finally getting to a somewhat comfortable sitting position, circling his arms around Yunho as best as he could, given his limitations. “Did you sleep well?”
“Shut the fuck up, do you know how worried I was? How we all were?” The older whispered into the crook of his neck. “I thought I had lost you.”
“But I’m still here,” Mingi smiled to himself, tightening his arms around his soon to be boyfriend, if everything went as smoothly as he wished. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, Yuyu. Also, you still have to take me out on a date.”
His friend’s hold faltered as he cleared his throat, letting the distance between them grow just enough for them to look into each other’s eyes. Mingi was smiling widely as confusion grew exponentially in Yunho’s face.
“Wha-”
“I overheard you and Wooyoung.”
“Oh, my god… Mingi I’m sor-”
“Save it, those are not the words I want to hear from you right now, babe.”
“Do you mean…?”
“Yes, Yuyu, I mean it,” his smile beamed, feeling his dried up lips stretch a bit uncomfortably. “I had planned to confess tonight at Wooyoung and San’s. It just… As you can see, it obviously didn’t go as planned.”
“You love me back…” Mingi watched as his friend’s eyes widened in realisation, finally. “Oh my, you love me back!”
“I’ve been trying to tell you… Well, technically not exactly tell you, tell you, but I’ve been trying something.”
“Oh god, I’m an idiot…”
“My idiot, though?” He shoot his shot, bringing him closer, eyeing his lips with sudden hunger. Mingi watched as Yunho did the same, he could already feel the bubbling sensation inside of his stomach as Yunho licked his lips unconsciously.
“Yeah, yours,” he finally conceded, closing the gap between them.
Their second kiss promised to be better than their first—taking into consideration that the first one had rushed Mingi to the ER—but sadly, promises didn’t always get fulfilled.
The moment their lips touched, the two of them groaned in pain, separating from each other as if they had been electrocuted. It surely felt like it as the aching sensation spreaded through his lips, making them throb and feeling the blood plumping through his sensitive flesh.
“Ugh, I forgot about the rash…”
“The rash? What rash?”
“Oh shit, yeah, that makes sense, you literally just woke up. Of course you don’t know…” Yunho started. “It’s also so dark in here, no wonder you didn’t see it-”
“Yunho, spit it out already…”
“Oh, yeah. Uhm, sorry… It’s, ehm… Mistletoe.”
“Mistletoe,” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Remember how I touched it, and then I touched my lips, and then I touched your lips and then we kissed? Yeah… Mistletoe.”
“Wha-”
“Mistletoe is poisonous, so I have a rash both in my fingers and my lips… You, though… Well, turns out you’re severely allergic to it.”
So, all those electrifying and world-spinning feelings he had experienced during their first kiss were not his emotions exploding inside of him, like he had assumed, but an actual life-threatening allergic reaction, huh?
“Holy fuck.”
“Yeah… Hadn’t it been for Wooyoung-”
“Shh, please, let’s not think about that, okay?” Mingi picked up his hand, traveling his fingers carefully over the little bumps on Yunho’s skin. “Instead let’s think about what we’ll do once I get out of here and our rashes are cured, shall we?”
“I- I’d love that, actually.” Yunho blushed so furiously that even under the dim light from the monitors around them it was still visible. “So… does this mean that we’re, uhm, dating?
“I fucking hope so, I was literally dying for this moment to come.”
Yunho buried his face into Mingi’s chest at his choice of words. A bit embarrassed, a bit guilty still, if Mingi had to guess from the way he was hiding himself from him. Slowly, he coerced him to join him beside him in the bed, lowering himself until they both were laying down and took a strong hold—the strongest he could muster up giving his current physical wellbeing—around him. Yunho sighed, snaking a shy arm over his waist and Mingi closed his eyes, humming in approval.
Maybe another day they would talk better about everything but, right now, tiredness was once again taking over and with Yunho in his arms, Mingi felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.
At least not again.
It really couldn’t get worse than a literal anaphylactic shock, could it?