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[FILL] lopsided roses
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wonwoo doesn't like flowers. he thinks they're pretty, sure, but he doesn't like owning them. there's not enough table or counter space for a vase in his apartment and his place only receives the sun's light when it's setting. he's also not home a lot. his work sends him on trips to different branches at least three times a month, and he likes it that way.
so when wonwoo sees the massive bouquet of roses in mingyu's hands when he opens the door, his first thought is, "oh no, i'm going to kill them."
it's their third date, and that should mean something. because wonwoo hasn't had a third date in ages. he remembers seungkwan telling him that vernon asked him to be his boyfriend on their third date. it was a big deal apparently, out of character for vernon, but perfect for seungkwan, with flowers, chocolates, and a teddy bear. the works. seungkwan loved it.
wonwoo doesn't know if mingyu thought he would love it when the younger pushes the flowers into wonwoo's arms with a bashful smile. he's flustered, probably embarrassed by the sheer size of the bouquet he must've had to carry through the lobby. "i got these for you," mingyu says, rushed. "i thought you would like them."
he's sincere, so wonwoo thanks him and presses a kiss to his cheek. he holds back the urge to tell mingyu he shouldn't have in fear his honesty will slip through. because these flowers are going to wilt and die in the large cup he puts them in, and wonwoo is going to have to throw them out when he gets back from his trip to ulsan next week.
"are you ready to go?" mingyu asks. he offers his hand and wonwoo's eyes scan him up and down. he recognizes mingyu's leather jacket as a graduation gift from his friend, seungcheol, and his jeans are held up by a dark designer belt. wonwoo tries not to think about how much they cost, ignore the glint of the watch on his wrist. because there's a side to mingyu he has known for years now yet still tries to pretend does not exist.
"i'm ready," wonwoo says. mingyu's hand is warm in his and he can't help but smile when mingyu grins at him.
they walk a few blocks to an italian restaurant they've eaten at before, before the dating and talking stage, a time when mingyu's friends still thought the guy mingyu hangs out with a lot was named wonseok instead of wonwoo.
"do you want a drink?" mingyu asks, flipping through the menu.
"yeah, sure," wonwoo answers, because he knows despite the fact that mingyu always gets teased for it, the younger likes to show off sometimes. so he watches as mingyu smiles, calls the waiter over, and names a wine wonwoo won't attempt to repeat the name of.
"it's a red wine. that's okay, right?" mingyu says, suddenly looking worried. "oh, wait the white would've been better if you wanted seafood." he's about to call the waiter again when wonwoo places his hand over his to stop him.
"red wine is good, mingyu-ah," wonwoo assures him. "i'm not a big seafood person."
"oh, right, i knew that! sorry, hyung," mingyu tells him, an apologetic smile on his lips. wonwoo knows he feels bad, so he tries not to think about how long it will be before mingyu forgets again.
when they order, wonwoo can already hear the words "filet mignon, medium rare, please" in mingyu's voice before they even escape his lips. he knows at exactly which syllables his lisp will peek through.
"the arrabbiata pasta, please," wonwoo orders for himself. they hand their menus back, and mingyu is quick to engage in conversation again.
he asks about wonwoo's most recent trip to kyoto, having taken place between this date and their last. wonwoo tells him that it was good, he met some clients and there weren't any problems. it's vague, so mingyu, understandably, prods more. he asks about the food wonwoo ate and the sights he saw during the week he was gone.
"did you see any temples?" mingyu asks.
"yes," wonwoo answers. he takes a sip of the wine they ordered before and tries not to let it show on his face that it tastes exactly as he expected it would. he feels like a child in moments like these, schooling his face as he takes another taste. "the temples are really pretty this time of the year."
"we should go see them together sometime," mingyu suggests, before getting shy and backtracking. "you can bring your friends of course, and i can bring mine," he says, cheeks tinted red. "jeonghan hyung actually has a lot of friends in kyoto, we can probably stay at one of their places."
it's a nice offer, familiar even, because wonwoo knows mingyu would never let him pay for a trip that they're going together on. it has been like that since they met, in college when mingyu was lankier and wonwoo's hair was longer.
mingyu has always been the generous, giving kind. it makes wonwoo wonder what he did to have him in his life. if he deserves to keep him there years later.
"seungkwan and jun would probably love that," wonwoo says, smiling. "it will be difficult tearing jihoon out of the studio though."
"oh, he's a dancer, right?" mingyu asks. wonwoo purses his lips before answering. mingyu has only met jihoon a handful of times. it's natural for him to forget these things.
"no, he's the one that's a music producer," wonwoo tells him. "jun is a dancer, though."
"damn, that's my bad," mingyu says, hiding his face behind his hands. the sight is endearing, so wonwoo forgets the conversation and laughs.
"it's okay, i can't remember all of you friend's jobs," wonwoo says, empathetically.
(it's a lie. seungcheol is an architect. jeonghan and seokmin are preschool teachers. and joshua is between jobs right now. he thinks he might want to pursue music rather than business. his first gig as a musician is next week at a place in yeouido. he'll figure it out after that.)
"you're just saying that to make me feel better," mingyu says.
"i would never," wonwoo sarcastically responds. mingyu retaliates by nudging his foot with his. they end up playing a clumsy round of footsie before mingyu slams his knee under the table and causes the cutlery to clatter but somehow not fall.
"look what you did, hyung. i'm hurt because of you," mingyu pretends to whine, rubbing his aching knee. wonwoo is still laughing at the younger's pained expression when the waiter arrives with their food.
the rest of the meal is more of the same. questions, answers, and anecdotes traded back and forth. at some point, wonwoo finds himself having such a good time that he stops correcting mingyu when he gets things wrong.
so what if he thinks junhui's name is actually junhyeok, and forgets that wonwoo's father is a post office worker and not a businessman? they're details that can be fixed at a later time. wonwoo doesn't have to deal with them right now. not when wine is still swirling in his glass, and mingyu is looking at him like he is his entire world.
the walk home is cold and they both run half the way back to wonwoo's place. wonwoo invites mingyu in, and the younger is all too happy to accept.
"this picture is so cute. are they your friend's?" mingyu asks, when he sees the photo of kittens stuck to wonwoo's fridge.
"hm? no, our cat back home just gave birth. the babies were so cute i decided to print out a picture," wonwoo says, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard.
"oh, really? i always thought you were more of a dog person," mingyu replies. wonwoo bites his tongue and nods, silently filling the cups with water. he hands mingyu his and sits in the seat beside him in the kitchen. the roses from before are sitting lopsided in a plastic cup in front of them, uglier than when mingyu brought them in.
"i had fun tonight," wonwoo says.
"really? i'm glad," mingyu beams, so bright wonwoo has to look away. "i had a good time too." he takes wonwoo's hand and squeezes it comfortingly. "i'm really happy we decided to try this."
wonwoo doesn't know what to say at first, confused by what mingyu means. he's not sure if "this" means going on dates once every two weeks or if he's just talking about them in general, two people with seemingly nothing in common trying to map out the path to a relationship.
"i'm tired," wonwoo yawns, stretching his arms above his head. mingyu agrees, yawning as well, and asks wonwoo if he can stay over. there's no impure intention. mingyu even offers to sleep on the couch.
"i just, kinda want to make breakfast for you tomorrow," mingyu says shyly. it's cute, endearing. wonwoo figures breakfast is when mingyu plans on asking him to be his boyfriend. wonwoo thinks he'll say yes.
"alright," wonwoo agrees. "but you can sleep in my bed with me. we can cuddle." mingyu preens immediately and wonwoo's heart warms at the way mingyu's eyes crinkle when he smiles.
they wash up in a comfortable silence and wonwoo lends mingyu his clothes. when they settle into bed, it's with mingyu's arms wrapped around wonwoo's waist, and wonwoo's head against his chest.
"relax," wonwoo says with a chuckle when he feels mingyu's heart beating rapidly against chest.
"i'm sorry!" mingyu tells him, the pout in his voice evident. "i'm nervous, okay? you know i get shy."
"you're fine, don't worry about it," wonwoo tells him. he leans up to press a kiss against mingyu's jaw and feels the other relax under him.
"distract me with a question, i can't fall asleep because of you," mingyu whines.
"alright," wonwoo laughs, feeling himself already drifting to sleep, safe in mingyu's embrace. "mm, what's your favorite color?"
"red. but like the berry kind of red, like a strawberry," mingyu answers.
"favorite song right now?"
"oh, i need to think about this one," mingyu tells him. wonwoo nods, eyes fluttering closed as he awaits a response. "probably breathe by lee hi."
"that's a good one," wonwoo murmurs. "okay, favorite season?"
"summer," mingyu replies, now sounding tired again. "one more before you fall asleep."
"hm," wonwoo hums. "what's my favorite season?"
"easy, spring," mingyu says.
"good job, now good night, mingyu," wonwoo says, leaving another kiss on his golden skin.
"good night, hyung," the younger responds, pressing his lips against the crown of wonwoo's head.
mingyu somehow ends up falling asleep faster than wonwoo does, and wonwoo suppresses a laugh when he begins to hear mingyu's light snoring. he's too peaceful like this, so wonwoo chooses not to interrupt his sleep by doing something silly. instead, he stays curled against mingyu's side and pulls the blanket higher so it reaches their chins.
"sweet dreams, mingyu," he says, before finally falling asleep.
(the correct answer was autumn.)