Ship/Member: Joshua/Mingyu Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: joshua-typical avoidance strategies, mingyu-typical worship, implied sexual content, situationship? relationship? who could say? certainly not these two Permission to remix: Yes
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Mingyu’s third alarm begins to chime, and he turns it off with a yawn, rolling over onto his stomach. The clock blinking on his nightstand says it’s a quarter-to-two in the morning. Despite the early hour, the bedroom is dimly lit by the soft glow of the adjoining bathroom light.
Joshua Hong is the only person Mingyu knows who puts on a full face of makeup before traveling. Even in times like this, when he has to catch a flight before the sun rises, he’ll never forgo any step in his routine. Now that Mingyu’s awake, he can watch as Joshua carefully applies concealer under his eyes. The simple action is meditative, hypnotic, easier to focus on than any image Minghao has ever tried to describe to him.
At the beginning of all of this, Joshua would just slip away, leaving Mingyu to wake up alone in a cold bed. Now, they have a routine. Joshua still leaves, but Mingyu gets to say goodbye. It’s better that way.
Joshua still hasn’t acknowledged that Mingyu’s awake. He’s noticed, of course – Mingyu can tell from the way he angles himself as he swaps which necklace he’s wearing, giving Mingyu an unobstructed view of the lines of his body. But he hasn’t said anything yet. Probably because he knows Mingyu is waiting for it.
Maybe that’s why the next words spill out, unbidden, his voice still rough from sleep. “Seungkwan-ah thinks I can do better.”
“I don’t disagree,” Joshua responds easily. His voice is always so clear in mornings like this, so light. When he’s had the time to pull on his armor, piece by piece. Like a flash, Mingyu thinks of Joshua over him last night, how his voice had cracked when he said Mingyu’s name. None of that Joshua is here – or, more accurately, all of that Joshua is hidden, bubbling steadily below the surface. “Is this how you’re breaking up with me?”
“Hyuuuung,” Mingyu whines, hugging the pillow under his head. “Of course not. That would be so mean.”
“I could take it.” Joshua turns to him, finally, glossed lips curling into a smirk. “You couldn’t, though. Big baby.”
It’s embarrassing, but Mingyu can’t help smiling, even when he’s being mocked. It’s something about Joshua’s tone, something Mingyu can’t put into words, no matter how much he’s tried. This is what his affection sounds like. Mingyu can hear it, even if others can’t.
Joshua checks himself over in the mirror, then emerges from the bathroom, flicking on the bedroom lamp. Mingyu squints against it, blinking his eyes to get used to the light as Joshua drags his suitcase towards the door. “What did you tell Seungkwan-ah, then?”
“I told him I didn’t want better. That I’m happiest with you.”
“Ugh. Cheesy.”
Mingyu laughs, sitting up. “That’s exactly what Seungkwan said. And he wrinkled his nose just like that, too.”
Joshua turns his scrunched-up nose back to Mingyu, shaking his head. “He’s smart, and he’s looking out for you. You should listen to him.”
Mingyu shrugs. It’s true, that Mingyu could probably find someone easier to love, easier to be around – someone who would stay. He can never argue against that, whoever brings it up. But Mingyu isn’t the type to leave. He’s considered it before, more than once, but it’s just not his style. He loves Joshua, and despite what others might think, he likes loving Joshua. It’s hard, but it isn’t horrible. Isn’t that enough?
Instead of saying any of that, Mingyu just leans forward, widens his eyes a little. Joshua isn’t the only one who can pull on a face at a moment’s notice. “Can I kiss you before you go?”
“You haven’t brushed your teeth yet.”
“Just one kiss. Super fast.”
Mingyu watches Joshua hesitate. Watches him tilt his head to one side, watches him pretend to think about it. “Fine,” he says with a sigh, “but make it fast. My taxi is downstairs.”
It only takes a couple strides to cross the room, cup Joshua’s cheeks in his hands. “Is it, really?” he asks, before dropping a kiss to his temple.
Joshua curls his fist in Mingyu’s sleep shirt and drags him in, mouth soft and open against his. No matter. The heat under Mingyu’s fingers is more than enough for an answer.
[FILL] borrowing
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: joshua-typical avoidance strategies, mingyu-typical worship, implied sexual content, situationship? relationship? who could say? certainly not these two
Permission to remix: Yes
***
Mingyu’s third alarm begins to chime, and he turns it off with a yawn, rolling over onto his stomach. The clock blinking on his nightstand says it’s a quarter-to-two in the morning. Despite the early hour, the bedroom is dimly lit by the soft glow of the adjoining bathroom light.
Joshua Hong is the only person Mingyu knows who puts on a full face of makeup before traveling. Even in times like this, when he has to catch a flight before the sun rises, he’ll never forgo any step in his routine. Now that Mingyu’s awake, he can watch as Joshua carefully applies concealer under his eyes. The simple action is meditative, hypnotic, easier to focus on than any image Minghao has ever tried to describe to him.
At the beginning of all of this, Joshua would just slip away, leaving Mingyu to wake up alone in a cold bed. Now, they have a routine. Joshua still leaves, but Mingyu gets to say goodbye. It’s better that way.
Joshua still hasn’t acknowledged that Mingyu’s awake. He’s noticed, of course – Mingyu can tell from the way he angles himself as he swaps which necklace he’s wearing, giving Mingyu an unobstructed view of the lines of his body. But he hasn’t said anything yet. Probably because he knows Mingyu is waiting for it.
Maybe that’s why the next words spill out, unbidden, his voice still rough from sleep. “Seungkwan-ah thinks I can do better.”
“I don’t disagree,” Joshua responds easily. His voice is always so clear in mornings like this, so light. When he’s had the time to pull on his armor, piece by piece. Like a flash, Mingyu thinks of Joshua over him last night, how his voice had cracked when he said Mingyu’s name. None of that Joshua is here – or, more accurately, all of that Joshua is hidden, bubbling steadily below the surface. “Is this how you’re breaking up with me?”
“Hyuuuung,” Mingyu whines, hugging the pillow under his head. “Of course not. That would be so mean.”
“I could take it.” Joshua turns to him, finally, glossed lips curling into a smirk. “You couldn’t, though. Big baby.”
It’s embarrassing, but Mingyu can’t help smiling, even when he’s being mocked. It’s something about Joshua’s tone, something Mingyu can’t put into words, no matter how much he’s tried. This is what his affection sounds like. Mingyu can hear it, even if others can’t.
Joshua checks himself over in the mirror, then emerges from the bathroom, flicking on the bedroom lamp. Mingyu squints against it, blinking his eyes to get used to the light as Joshua drags his suitcase towards the door. “What did you tell Seungkwan-ah, then?”
“I told him I didn’t want better. That I’m happiest with you.”
“Ugh. Cheesy.”
Mingyu laughs, sitting up. “That’s exactly what Seungkwan said. And he wrinkled his nose just like that, too.”
Joshua turns his scrunched-up nose back to Mingyu, shaking his head. “He’s smart, and he’s looking out for you. You should listen to him.”
Mingyu shrugs. It’s true, that Mingyu could probably find someone easier to love, easier to be around – someone who would stay. He can never argue against that, whoever brings it up. But Mingyu isn’t the type to leave. He’s considered it before, more than once, but it’s just not his style. He loves Joshua, and despite what others might think, he likes loving Joshua. It’s hard, but it isn’t horrible. Isn’t that enough?
Instead of saying any of that, Mingyu just leans forward, widens his eyes a little. Joshua isn’t the only one who can pull on a face at a moment’s notice. “Can I kiss you before you go?”
“You haven’t brushed your teeth yet.”
“Just one kiss. Super fast.”
Mingyu watches Joshua hesitate. Watches him tilt his head to one side, watches him pretend to think about it. “Fine,” he says with a sigh, “but make it fast. My taxi is downstairs.”
It only takes a couple strides to cross the room, cup Joshua’s cheeks in his hands. “Is it, really?” he asks, before dropping a kiss to his temple.
Joshua curls his fist in Mingyu’s sleep shirt and drags him in, mouth soft and open against his. No matter. The heat under Mingyu’s fingers is more than enough for an answer.