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[Fill] how did love become love
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The thing about Mingyu is that he’s almost painfully easy to read. Always has been. The first time Wonwoo met him he thought it was some kind of joke, that Mingyu was leaning into this earnest kindness because that’s what he thought an idol should be. Every expression is a clear paned window to view inside of him. Anger. Sadness. Happiness. Love.
That’s the one that Wonwoo doesn’t know how to navigate. Love that big and genuine. Love that stings your eyes if you look at it too long. Like a fire.
The years fly by. They all grow up. It’s not that Mingyu doesn’t change with the rest of them, it’s more that the fundamental parts of him are already cemented in place. He is all the things he was as a teenager, but he understands them better. Maybe Wonwoo most of all.
Because he’s paying attention. Because he wants to love Wonwoo without burning him up. Wonwoo isn’t sure what he wants. That’s the problem.
Wonwoo talks about things at his own pace. It’s how he’s always been. Something bothers him and he either gets it off his chest right away or he lets it simmer, bats it around his mind until he’s satisfied with the words he wants to say. Mingyu used to chase him when he’d run from problems. He would bang on the bedroom door until Wonwoo begged him to leave.
“I’m not leaving, hyung,” he said every single time. “You don’t have to say anything, but I’m staying here until you come out.”
These are things about Mingyu that Wonwoo used to hate. His constant need to be around other people. The way he said everything so truthfully, unafraid of the consequences of his words. The way he was younger but made Wonwoo feel small and incompetent. His hot hands and the way his lips tasted and the sound of his voice cracking when he cried.
He’s used to it now. All the things that make Mingyu Mingyu. Maybe more than used to it.
Wonwoo and Mingyu move in together, and the realization of how much he actually loves Mingyu hits him like a bus.
They’ve always been opposites. Hot and cold. Introverted and extroverted. Wonwoo pulls away and Mingyu waits outside of whatever place he’s secluded himself, present, always present. That’s the thing about being in a group. There is always someone to talk to, to eat with, to catch a movie or hold your hand or wipe your tears when you cry.
He could count on one hand the amount of times he’s been truly by himself. Without the soft sounds of other people, he can’t sleep. Maybe Wonwoo has always needed that, to only be as alone as he wanted to be. He just didn’t know how to ask for it.
It’s an end of year magazine shoot where Wonwoo catches himself. He’s a little too happy. Well, no one would say that to him. You should be a little bit happier, Seungcheol’s words echo in his mind. He’s been trying. Honest.
So he says it, keeps his eyes locked with Mingyu because he hasn’t been running away for a long time and he doesn’t plan to now.
“Thank you for the love that doesn't make me feel lonely.”
Mingyu’s eyes widen so slightly Wonwoo only notices because he expects it. This is the language they’ve learned to speak after years together. The twitch of mouths, the set of shoulders. The quick blink of an honest expression before it’s smoothed away.
Even if no one else understands what he means, Mingyu will.
Later, Seungcheol will laugh at him in the van and say great timing, and Mingyu will still be wearing an impossibly happy grin, and Wonwoo will let Mingyu curl their pinkies together on the seat between them.
He will pretend to be asleep, and Mingyu will let him.
That’s the kind of love they have.
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