Many thought that Wonwoo was the quiet type but it was quite the opposite. Vocal both at the dorm and in between shared, sweat filled bed sheets it was no surprise to Mingyu when he sat him down on a kitchen chair only to situate himself into his lap, wasting no time whatsoever to find a peace of mind in placing want-on kisses along the younger's jaw, hands firmly clasped behind his neck. And how could the boy ever complain when the shaky, blissful sigh the other would emit whenever Mingyu would pull him closer and meet his lips halfway was enough reason alone to continue with their administrations no matter how exhausted he'd be, mentally or physically.

Wonwoo never did it out of spite, would be more than happy to stop at any given moment for the sake of offering the younger a friendly shoulder to cry on rather than a helping hand to rut against feverishly. But it was how things worked between them, and they worked well considering their surroundings, both in and outside the idol box they'd grown accustomed to over the years, whether it had been willingly or not, their actions surely spoke for themselves.

Every last of their encounters would be filled with tears as they laid there in each other's arms, pent up emotions they'd only ever be willing to share between heaving chests, whispered like prayers into necks, lips, collarbones, mouthed against trembling thighs, hips, abdomens. And when Mingyu would pull the older down for the most meaningful conversation he'd ever have with another person without using any words at all as he swallowed the sweetest of music only Wonwoo was able to produce, and only pressed against him like this, where they unraveled, it wasn't to keep people from finding out what they had been doing, it was because Wonwoo loved Mingyu so much he wanted to shout it to the whole world while the younger didn't want it to see this raw side of him, this unsoiled part of a human too good for all the pain and suffering happening around them, much too precious.

And while Wonwoo was sure that the breaths Mingyu took away from him on a daily would mean nothing because he'd rather have his lungs filled with his name anyway, Mingyu in turn didn't know which of the many angels to thank for having him in his life amidst all the chaos and decay because he could swear that the brightest, most beautiful both in mind and soul of them all was standing right before him.

How could anyone think that what he had with Wonwoo was a sin? Granted, if they were only there to witness the more intimate parts of their relationship as he worshipped every millimeter of the elder's body it would come off as just being the result of lust. But it was far from that, even though he liked being the reason of the other's coming undone as he felt his hair being pulled so gently, so damn considerate he'd almost cry out because of the inhumane amount of love they both had for each other, he appreciated Wonwoo's mind far more. Fed off of every single word leaving his mouth like a pet eating out of its owner's hand, only he knew that what they had was nothing like that and the mutual respect could be felt most prominently in the way they looked at each other when one had been talking to another person. There would not be even a single speck of jealousy no matter how long the conversation or how comfortable they would get with whom they'd be speaking to, the only emotion lighting up in their eyes would be infinite adoration.

So when Mingyu searched for solace in the other's embrace it wasn't because he was mad at the world for not realising that the only thing tainting their relationship was other people's viewpoint on it, because the spark of Wonwoo's fingertips touching his would be enough to calm his mind. It was because he was overwhelmed with happiness, so much that he felt his heart would burst every waking moment and he would love for that feeling to be the new reinvention of the meaning 'love is pain' because it is and it hurts so good it almost makes stars dance behind his closed eyelids and entire forests bloom inside his chest, threatening to burst with just a word, smile, loving look directed at him, all translating to I love you, I love you, I love you.