Ship/Member: Junhui/Minghao Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: Unrequited love. Permission to remix: Yes
word count: 400 words.
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“minghao,” you call him, standing in front of his room. you don’t go inside because you aren’t sure if he wants you in his space. you haven’t talked to him the whole day and you don’t know what to do with yourself.
you have been waiting for him to come out of his bedroom so you could eat together but it’s an hour past the time he usually eats. you know he’s just thinking about how to approach you. it’s not everyday you walk out of a conversation with him. minghao isn’t used to being on the receiving end of your silence.
so you are the one calling him first, softly this time, “xu minghao.”
you hear him getting off his bed and footsteps approaching the door. he opens the door, just a little bit and peeks with half his face.
“aren’t you going to eat?”
“you aren’t mad at me anymore?” he asks, searching for something on your face. “i shouldn’t have said that.”
you smile, hiding your heart and call him out to eat because you aren’t mad enough to let him end his day on an empty stomach. you are the closest thing to home he has.
“i made laziji, your favorite.”
(“you think love is easy,”he had told you yesterday, “because you haven’t loved anyone.”
it stung but you never took that to your heart. you looked away from him because you didn’t want him to know.
but your face must have given away something because you got an apology you weren’t sure what for.
you stayed awake the whole night.)
“are we okay?” he asks at the kitchen table. you have heard him talk, in this very same kitchen, about the people he loved. two months ago, it was the boy who had a smile as bright as the sun. two years ago, it was the boy who had so much love in him but not any for minghao. minghao loved a few but none of them were you.
“yes,” you say without a beat. because he’s minghao and he falls in love easily. he’ll talk about love again.
and you’ll listen. not because he’s also the closest thing you have you can call home. because he’s been the only one you’ve ever known how to love.
[FILL] there is no other version of this story
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Unrequited love.
Permission to remix: Yes
word count: 400 words.
***
“minghao,” you call him, standing in front of his room. you don’t go inside because you aren’t sure if he wants you in his space. you haven’t talked to him the whole day and you don’t know what to do with yourself.
you have been waiting for him to come out of his bedroom so you could eat together but it’s an hour past the time he usually eats. you know he’s just thinking about how to approach you. it’s not everyday you walk out of a conversation with him. minghao isn’t used to being on the receiving end of your silence.
so you are the one calling him first, softly this time, “xu minghao.”
you hear him getting off his bed and footsteps approaching the door. he opens the door, just a little bit and peeks with half his face.
“aren’t you going to eat?”
“you aren’t mad at me anymore?” he asks, searching for something on your face. “i shouldn’t have said that.”
you smile, hiding your heart and call him out to eat because you aren’t mad enough to let him end his day on an empty stomach. you are the closest thing to home he has.
“i made laziji, your favorite.”
(“you think love is easy,” he had told you yesterday, “because you haven’t loved anyone.”
it stung but you never took that to your heart. you looked away from him because you didn’t want him to know.
but your face must have given away something because you got an apology you weren’t sure what for.
you stayed awake the whole night.)
“are we okay?” he asks at the kitchen table. you have heard him talk, in this very same kitchen, about the people he loved. two months ago, it was the boy who had a smile as bright as the sun. two years ago, it was the boy who had so much love in him but not any for minghao. minghao loved a few but none of them were you.
“yes,” you say without a beat. because he’s minghao and he falls in love easily. he’ll talk about love again.
and you’ll listen. not because he’s also the closest thing you have you can call home. because he’s been the only one you’ve ever known how to love.
you prepare your heart. you know how it works.
there is no other version of this story.