Ship/Member: Minghao/Mingyu Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: AU Permission to remix: yes
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It’s been only 3 minutes since Minghao called room service, so he’s not expecting it when someone is already knocking on his door. He’s got a face mask on and a date with a new book in the plush king-sized bed he booked for his stay in Tokyo.
Swaddled in the hotel robe, Minghao wanders over to the door expecting to receive the ramen he ordered, with a compliment about how swiftly he received it at the tip of his tongue.
But what he gets isn’t a bowl of noodles. Not at all. On the other side of the door is Kim Mingyu. Actor in award-winning films Kim Mingyu. Dior’s current golden boy Kim Mingyu. Minghao’s semi-regular hookup—whom he met months ago at an exhibition he curated—Kim Mingyu.
What the fuck.
“What the fuck?” Minghao says out loud, nearly slamming the door in his face. Sure, they’ve fucked, but Mingyu has rarely Minghao like this. Completely unstyled, cozy...vulnerable, even. They tend to meet at events they mutually attend. Minghao might not be famous like Mingyu, but he’s amassed enough followers across social media to get invited to the same places.
“Hiiiiii,” Mingyu drawls, lifting one hand in a hesitant wave and carrying a monogrammed Dior weekender in the other. “You said come catch you in Tokyo, so. Here I am,” Mingyu shrugs and pauses, “in Tokyo.”
It dawns on Minghao that he did, in fact, tell Mingyu that if he wanted to see him so badly, he’d have to come to Tokyo. He just…didn’t expect him to actually do it.
Well, maybe Minghao should’ve suspected something was up. The last message he sent to Mingyu was a cheeky, “just flew in japan, come catch me 👀” and Mingyu just replied with, “😉🐸”
Minghao feels a bit breathless and swept away. Despite their whole thing leaning very casual, he can’t help but bite down a smile behind his face mask. He shuffles back to open the door enough to let Mingyu come in. I guess we’re doing this, he thinks to himself.
“I didn’t expect you to actually come all the way here,” Minghao says, motioning for Mingyu to put his bag on the dresser. Mingyu messes around with the bag and pulls something out, hiding it behind his back. He turns to face Minghao fully, who’s standing there silently in his robe and mask. He knows he looks a silly, but he’s so caught up in Mingyu that he can’t bring himself to care too much.
“Me neither,” Mingyu replies, looking down at his feet and shuffling, “but I had a rare 48 hours free and I’m sorry if you’re creeped out—”
“I’m not,” Minghao cuts him off immediately. “I promise,” he steps closer and tries to get Mingyu to meet his eyes.
Mingyu does. “Good,” he softly replies. His hands are still behind his back, seemingly hiding something.
“You sent that text while I was staring at a wall of candy at the convenience store and I saw these,” Mingyu finally shows what he was hiding behind his back: a bag of frog gummies, “and they reminded me of you! Which is so stupid, they’re just gummies! But you saved your contact in my phone with the frog emoji and, well. Here I am.”
“Here you are,” Minghao says back. He’s simultaneously dumbfounded and delighted. So much so, that he just starts giggling uncontrollably.
“Yah, I’m serious!” Mingyu huffs, sounding a little whiny. His brow is furrowed adorably. If Minghao didn’t have this damn face mask on, he’d kiss the crease away. But he has to keep it on because 1. He has 5 minutes left on the timer and 2. He can’t let Mingyu see how much he’s blushing behind it.
“I know, I know. It’s very sweet,” Minghao takes the bag of gummies out of Mingyu’s hands and places them atop the weekender bag. Then he finds a home between Mingyu’s legs, where he’s now leaning back on the dresser. He grabs his hands and makes Mingyu place them on his waist through the robe. They look at each other for a beat, both barely able to contain their smiles.
[FILL] lovey dovey on me
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: AU
Permission to remix: yes
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It’s been only 3 minutes since Minghao called room service, so he’s not expecting it when someone is already knocking on his door. He’s got a face mask on and a date with a new book in the plush king-sized bed he booked for his stay in Tokyo.
Swaddled in the hotel robe, Minghao wanders over to the door expecting to receive the ramen he ordered, with a compliment about how swiftly he received it at the tip of his tongue.
But what he gets isn’t a bowl of noodles. Not at all. On the other side of the door is Kim Mingyu. Actor in award-winning films Kim Mingyu. Dior’s current golden boy Kim Mingyu. Minghao’s semi-regular hookup—whom he met months ago at an exhibition he curated—Kim Mingyu.
What the fuck.
“What the fuck?” Minghao says out loud, nearly slamming the door in his face. Sure, they’ve fucked, but Mingyu has rarely Minghao like this. Completely unstyled, cozy...vulnerable, even. They tend to meet at events they mutually attend. Minghao might not be famous like Mingyu, but he’s amassed enough followers across social media to get invited to the same places.
“Hiiiiii,” Mingyu drawls, lifting one hand in a hesitant wave and carrying a monogrammed Dior weekender in the other. “You said come catch you in Tokyo, so. Here I am,” Mingyu shrugs and pauses, “in Tokyo.”
It dawns on Minghao that he did, in fact, tell Mingyu that if he wanted to see him so badly, he’d have to come to Tokyo. He just…didn’t expect him to actually do it.
Well, maybe Minghao should’ve suspected something was up. The last message he sent to Mingyu was a cheeky, “just flew in japan, come catch me 👀” and Mingyu just replied with, “😉🐸”
Minghao feels a bit breathless and swept away. Despite their whole thing leaning very casual, he can’t help but bite down a smile behind his face mask. He shuffles back to open the door enough to let Mingyu come in.
I guess we’re doing this, he thinks to himself.
“I didn’t expect you to actually come all the way here,” Minghao says, motioning for Mingyu to put his bag on the dresser. Mingyu messes around with the bag and pulls something out, hiding it behind his back. He turns to face Minghao fully, who’s standing there silently in his robe and mask. He knows he looks a silly, but he’s so caught up in Mingyu that he can’t bring himself to care too much.
“Me neither,” Mingyu replies, looking down at his feet and shuffling, “but I had a rare 48 hours free and I’m sorry if you’re creeped out—”
“I’m not,” Minghao cuts him off immediately. “I promise,” he steps closer and tries to get Mingyu to meet his eyes.
Mingyu does. “Good,” he softly replies. His hands are still behind his back, seemingly hiding something.
“You sent that text while I was staring at a wall of candy at the convenience store and I saw these,” Mingyu finally shows what he was hiding behind his back: a bag of frog gummies, “and they reminded me of you! Which is so stupid, they’re just gummies! But you saved your contact in my phone with the frog emoji and, well. Here I am.”
“Here you are,” Minghao says back. He’s simultaneously dumbfounded and delighted. So much so, that he just starts giggling uncontrollably.
“Yah, I’m serious!” Mingyu huffs, sounding a little whiny. His brow is furrowed adorably. If Minghao didn’t have this damn face mask on, he’d kiss the crease away. But he has to keep it on because 1. He has 5 minutes left on the timer and 2. He can’t let Mingyu see how much he’s blushing behind it.
“I know, I know. It’s very sweet,” Minghao takes the bag of gummies out of Mingyu’s hands and places them atop the weekender bag. Then he finds a home between Mingyu’s legs, where he’s now leaning back on the dresser. He grabs his hands and makes Mingyu place them on his waist through the robe. They look at each other for a beat, both barely able to contain their smiles.
“So. 48 hours, huh?”