Ship/Member: Mingyu/Jihoon Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Yearning Permission to remix: Please Ask
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Mingyu doesn't know when this started, this fragile, tentative thing they do. Jihoon's breath is quiet when he breathes into the space between them, soft and even, just centimeters from his own and Mingyu wishes he had the courage to close the distance.
Jihoon is a comfortable warmth where he's curled up against his chest, an arm thrown carelessly over Mingyu's waist like a line cast out into the ocean waiting to reel him in. And Mingyu knows he would let him, would bite the bait, and let Jihoon pull him up and out of safe waters.
It's been happening more often now, especially with the weight of comeback season pressing down on all of them, but on Jihoon most of all. He slips into Mingyu's room, something Mingyu likens to a force of habit, a relic of the days they used to room together and it meant nothing if they occasionally spent the nights in each other's beds.
But this is different.
This is Jihoon choosing him, choosing to spend the night in an apartment that is no longer his own, in a room that is no longer his own. He never asks and Mingyu never questions it, just pulls back the comforter for Jihoon to climb in, even on the days he still smells like smoke and energy drinks. Even if it’s four in the morning and Mingyu's been asleep for three hours.
Sometimes they talk, exchanging whispers under the cover of darkness, like maybe if they can't see it, this scared beast of a thing between them, it isn't really there. On those nights, Jihoon will press in closer, fingers a death grip on Mingyu's waist as he lays out his troubles against the skin of Mingyu's chest and Mingyu wakes up with bruises on his hips he wishes were left in another way entirely.
On other nights they don't speak at all. On those nights, Jihoon is a wraith, completely silent, spent from the long hours in the studio and using his voice for other things. On those nights, Mingyu finds he holds onto Jihoon tighter, leans in closer, like he needs to hear Jihoon's breath, feel the way his heart beats underneath Mingyu's palm for him to believe Jihoon is actually there.
Tonight is one of those nights.
Jihoon had slid under the covers while Mingyu had been asleep, pressing himself against Mingyu's back like he'd wanted to mold himself to him. That had woken him and he had turned to pull Jihoon closer, to brush fingers through freshly washed hair until Jihoon had finally fallen asleep.
It is a painful thing to want something you're not sure you can have, and he knows he should be grateful. He is grateful. That Jihoon chose him, that he still chooses him, over and over. But he wants more, wants to be more, to mean more. But he knows that what they have now is shaky, tentative, and Mingyu is too afraid that if he gives it a name it will get up and walk away.
Mingyu wants. But he loves Jihoon more. And if this is all that Jihoon is willing to give him right now, these tender moments only they can bear witness to, then he will take it and he will wait until the day the spotlight on them starts to wane and they can come out from this hiding place they've created out of thin plaster walls, blankets and darkness.
He traces the lines of Jihoon's with his eyes, badly illuminated by the thin sliver of light shining in through the gap in his curtains. Commits to memory the dips and curves of his face like he hasn't done it a million times before, like he doesn't already know it by heart. He whispers his love into the space between them, nothing more than a breath, a seed he hopes will take root and bloom.
He smiles into Jihoon's hair when he curls closer, like he heard him, like this is his answer to Mingyu's silent confession.
He will wait.
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I hope you will excuse me using this prompt to write semi-pretentious yearning and undefined relationships :')
[FILL] take root, my love
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Yearning
Permission to remix: Please Ask
***
Mingyu doesn't know when this started, this fragile, tentative thing they do. Jihoon's breath is quiet when he breathes into the space between them, soft and even, just centimeters from his own and Mingyu wishes he had the courage to close the distance.
Jihoon is a comfortable warmth where he's curled up against his chest, an arm thrown carelessly over Mingyu's waist like a line cast out into the ocean waiting to reel him in. And Mingyu knows he would let him, would bite the bait, and let Jihoon pull him up and out of safe waters.
It's been happening more often now, especially with the weight of comeback season pressing down on all of them, but on Jihoon most of all. He slips into Mingyu's room, something Mingyu likens to a force of habit, a relic of the days they used to room together and it meant nothing if they occasionally spent the nights in each other's beds.
But this is different.
This is Jihoon choosing him, choosing to spend the night in an apartment that is no longer his own, in a room that is no longer his own. He never asks and Mingyu never questions it, just pulls back the comforter for Jihoon to climb in, even on the days he still smells like smoke and energy drinks. Even if it’s four in the morning and Mingyu's been asleep for three hours.
Sometimes they talk, exchanging whispers under the cover of darkness, like maybe if they can't see it, this scared beast of a thing between them, it isn't really there. On those nights, Jihoon will press in closer, fingers a death grip on Mingyu's waist as he lays out his troubles against the skin of Mingyu's chest and Mingyu wakes up with bruises on his hips he wishes were left in another way entirely.
On other nights they don't speak at all. On those nights, Jihoon is a wraith, completely silent, spent from the long hours in the studio and using his voice for other things. On those nights, Mingyu finds he holds onto Jihoon tighter, leans in closer, like he needs to hear Jihoon's breath, feel the way his heart beats underneath Mingyu's palm for him to believe Jihoon is actually there.
Tonight is one of those nights.
Jihoon had slid under the covers while Mingyu had been asleep, pressing himself against Mingyu's back like he'd wanted to mold himself to him. That had woken him and he had turned to pull Jihoon closer, to brush fingers through freshly washed hair until Jihoon had finally fallen asleep.
It is a painful thing to want something you're not sure you can have, and he knows he should be grateful. He is grateful. That Jihoon chose him, that he still chooses him, over and over. But he wants more, wants to be more, to mean more. But he knows that what they have now is shaky, tentative, and Mingyu is too afraid that if he gives it a name it will get up and walk away.
Mingyu wants. But he loves Jihoon more. And if this is all that Jihoon is willing to give him right now, these tender moments only they can bear witness to, then he will take it and he will wait until the day the spotlight on them starts to wane and they can come out from this hiding place they've created out of thin plaster walls, blankets and darkness.
He traces the lines of Jihoon's with his eyes, badly illuminated by the thin sliver of light shining in through the gap in his curtains. Commits to memory the dips and curves of his face like he hasn't done it a million times before, like he doesn't already know it by heart. He whispers his love into the space between them, nothing more than a breath, a seed he hopes will take root and bloom.
He smiles into Jihoon's hair when he curls closer, like he heard him, like this is his answer to Mingyu's silent confession.
He will wait.
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I hope you will excuse me using this prompt to write semi-pretentious yearning and undefined relationships :')