Ship/Member: wonwoo/mingyu Major Tags: college-au, wonwoo’s feelings as main character Additional Tags: minwon as art students!, creative writer student-wonwoo, painting student-mingyu Permission to remix: Yes
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The thing about the words you did not let yourself say out loud was that they stayed and built a home inside of you.
And Wonwoo has a home just for Mingyu.
There was one time when Wonwoo let one wall of the house crumble down when he blurted out, "I want to write about love."
They were at their favorite spot on the bench beneath a tree behind the art department building. It was Wonwoo’s favorite at first, but just like every little thing, very little of Wonwoo's is his alone now.
"But you always write about love," Mingyu had said.
"The soft kind," another brick fell out, "one about peeling fruits as a love language, warm hands in winter, and all that."
As if to prove a point, the wind gently blew Mingyu’s hair away from his forehead, and Wonwoo's desire to write about a love so delicate grew. Wonwoo wants to write about caressing someone’s hair without any hesitation and about two people instead of one realizing that friendship was not supposed to feel like this.
That friends were not supposed to fight a shiver every time they touched.
That friends were not supposed convince himself over and over again that wanting is enough. It has to be enough.
That friends were not supposed to have a breakdown on one of his birthdays over his best friend of 10-years' gift. It was not even something extravagant. It was just a painting of them in this exact spot. They were laughing in that painting, and Wonwoo had thought, "Mingyu makes me so happy."
And Wonwoo had also thought, "I am in love with this man."
By the time, Wonwoo realized there was a cozy home inside of him for all the times he did not say, “I wish you spend more time with me.” out loud. Wonwoo wondered exactly when did Mingyu become more than his neighbor their moms force to hang out together, who then become Wonwoo’s safe place to now become someone who can break his heart.
Now Wonwoo had to watch Mingyu’s eyes soften, and suddenly the next part was harder to say out loud: "Not just about yearning for it."
"Sometimes, you talk and write like somebody in love, hyung."
The admiration in the younger’s voice was never not hard to take in. It was too close to what Wonwoo wanted for himself, but still so far.
So, Wonwoo said nothing. But he was, he was, he was.
He listened to Mingyu as he talked about how Wonwoo’s love language must be words of affirmation and how he thought his own must be acts of service.
Wonwoo listened as Mingyu rambled on, thinking about the irony.
The thing about the words he couldn’t say out loud to Mingyu is that they at least have a home inside of Wonwoo.
[FILL]: words unspoken
Ship/Member: wonwoo/mingyu
Major Tags: college-au, wonwoo’s feelings as main character
Additional Tags: minwon as art students!, creative writer student-wonwoo, painting student-mingyu
Permission to remix: Yes
***
The thing about the words you did not let yourself say out loud was that they stayed and built a home inside of you.
And Wonwoo has a home just for Mingyu.
There was one time when Wonwoo let one wall of the house crumble down when he blurted out, "I want to write about love."
They were at their favorite spot on the bench beneath a tree behind the art department building. It was Wonwoo’s favorite at first, but just like every little thing, very little of Wonwoo's is his alone now.
"But you always write about love," Mingyu had said.
"The soft kind," another brick fell out, "one about peeling fruits as a love language, warm hands in winter, and all that."
As if to prove a point, the wind gently blew Mingyu’s hair away from his forehead, and Wonwoo's desire to write about a love so delicate grew. Wonwoo wants to write about caressing someone’s hair without any hesitation and about two people instead of one realizing that friendship was not supposed to feel like this.
That friends were not supposed to fight a shiver every time they touched.
That friends were not supposed convince himself over and over again that wanting is enough. It has to be enough.
That friends were not supposed to have a breakdown on one of his birthdays over his best friend of 10-years' gift. It was not even something extravagant. It was just a painting of them in this exact spot. They were laughing in that painting, and Wonwoo had thought, "Mingyu makes me so happy."
And Wonwoo had also thought, "I am in love with this man."
By the time, Wonwoo realized there was a cozy home inside of him for all the times he did not say, “I wish you spend more time with me.” out loud. Wonwoo wondered exactly when did Mingyu become more than his neighbor their moms force to hang out together, who then become Wonwoo’s safe place to now become someone who can break his heart.
Now Wonwoo had to watch Mingyu’s eyes soften, and suddenly the next part was harder to say out loud: "Not just about yearning for it."
"Sometimes, you talk and write like somebody in love, hyung."
The admiration in the younger’s voice was never not hard to take in. It was too close to what Wonwoo wanted for himself, but still so far.
So, Wonwoo said nothing. But he was, he was, he was.
He listened to Mingyu as he talked about how Wonwoo’s love language must be words of affirmation and how he thought his own must be acts of service.
Wonwoo listened as Mingyu rambled on, thinking about the irony.
The thing about the words he couldn’t say out loud to Mingyu is that they at least have a home inside of Wonwoo.