“You kissed my hand.”

Mingyu looks up from his tablet, blinking perplexedly. “Huh?”

The guy next to him gulps, beads of sweats visible on his forehead and temples. He has his hands on his laps and he sits very politely, very unlikely of him. Not to mention that there’s only the two of them in this waiting room; Wonwoo only acts like that when there’s the boss or cameras around.

“Y... you kissed my hand,” Wonwoo repeats, not daring to look at Mingyu’s eyes. “Earlier. At our special stage.”

Mingyu puts his tablet away on the coffee table, shifting the way he’s seating so he can face Wonwoo properly. “Yeah, i did.” He says, searching Wonwoo’s eyes.

Actually, it wasn’t even on the script. The forehead-touching, the hand-kissing, the too-intense gaze. They only told Mingyu and Wonwoo to rap together, acting out like they’re fighting over a girl that they both like. That’s it. But both Mingyu and Wonwoo couldn’t help it. Even with thousands eyes on them, Mingyu felt like only Wonwoo matters the most at that very moment. Even with thousands eyes on them, Wonwoo could only felt Mingyu’s on his.

The older whines, propping his legs up to sit cross-legged on the leather couch. “You’re so stupid. What if you get in trouble for that?”

Mingyu frowns at his words, hand reaching up unconsciously to fix Wonwoo’s fringe. Light brown suits him well. Any color does. Mingyu chooses to ignore Soonyoung’s mocking tune in his head, “You’re soooo whipped!”

“What, do i get in trouble for showing affection, now?”

When Wonwoo gives him the stare, Mingyu chuckles. “I get it, i get it. Don’t worry too much, hyung. Probably our fans would brush it off as a very extra fanservice!”

“I know... But i’m still worried.” Wonwoo exhales softly through his nose, leaning his head on the couch. “Though i can’t remember clearly how did you managed to kiss the back of my hand in the middle of a concert, really.” He confesses, letting out a chuckle.

They’re both getting out of breath. From the earlier stages, from the adrenalines, from rapping too intense and actually forgetting to take breath in between words. Mingyu’s chest tightened at the sight of Wonwoo’s visage illuminated by the prettily arranged stage lightnings, holding his mic tightly, meeting eyes with his. Wonwoo swore he almost couldn’t hear the loud cheerings of their fans; all he could hear was Mingyu’s deep, intoxicating voice straight through his ears.

They walked in circular pattern, gaze locking, spitting out raps like how they had been rehearsing it. The difference is when rehearsal, Mingyu and Wonwoo joked and laughed too much that their manager scolded them and told them to be more serious. He shouldn’t be worrying too much now; Mingyu and Wonwoo are so into it that they actually ignored their surroundings.

When Mingyu bumped his forehead on Wonwoo’s, Wonwoo felt like the air had been taken out of his lungs. He can’t breath. He was asphyxiated at the sight of Kim Mingyu. He’s so beautiful even with that frown painted on his face, and Wonwoo actually took the time to briefly wonder what did he do in his past life to deserve Mingyu.

When Mingyu bumped his forehead on Wonwoo’s, Mingyu didn’t even realize that they were in the middle of a performance right then. He felt like the time had kindly paused for him to stare at the guy in front of him and cerish that very moment. When their faces are only inches apart and Mingyu could actually feel Wonwoo’s pantings, he couldn’t help it. His chest felt bubbly and he thought he’d gone crazy if he didn’t do it, so boy did he do it.

Mingyu pressed his lips upon Wonwoo’s knuckles, just briefly, softly, almost unnoticeable.

“Did your forehead hurt, though?” Mingyu coos, smiling fondly at Wonwoo as he caresses the older’s cheek with his knuckles.

Wonwoo pouts, “It does! You bumped it pretty hard, you fool. I was surprised that you did that. It’s a good thing that i didn’t momentarily forget my lyrics.”

Mingyu ponders at how can his hyung be so adorable that his chest swells. He raised his hand just slightly to rub the latter’s forehead gently, smile unfaltering. “I’m sorry, should i kiss it better?”

He nods, and that’s all it takes for Mingyu to crane his neck upwards slightly, pressing his lips against Wonwoo’s forehead. He didn’t pull away soon, though, instead he mumbles against Wonwoo’s skin. “I’m sorry...”

“Hm? It’s okay, i was joking?” Wonwoo blinks, pulling away just enough to stare at Mingyu in confusion.

“No, not that.” He smiles, albeit sadly this time, pulling Wonwoo in his embrace lovingly, gently, like Wonwoo is a fragile thing that needs to be protected at any cost. He is.

“I’m sorry that i can’t show my love for you to the world. I’m sorry that... this is the closest we can get. I’m sorry...” He gulps down the heavy lump in his throat. “I’m sorry that i can only say i love you behind closed doors.”

Wonwoo’s heart drops at his sad voice; a contrast to his usual teasing and playful one, and so he bring his arms up to hug Mingyu back and softly rubbing small circles on the small of his back. “Hey, hey... it’s okay... I don’t love you less for that.”

Mingyu pulls away, lips curving into a smile that Wonwoo grew fond of since day one. “I love you so much, hyung, i’m sorry that i have to hide that fact.”

“Me too,” Wonwoo admits. “But as i said, i don’t love you less for that. I don’t think i can lessen my love for you, actually.”

“Ew, you’re getting disgustingly cheesy. Has your boyfriend taught you that?” Mingyu teases, breaking the heavy air between them, face twisting into a playful grimace.

Wonwoo whines again, throwing weak punches to Mingyu’s chest to which the taller of the two replies with an exaggerated “Ah! That hurts!”

Mingyu then grabs Wonwoo’s wrist loosely to prevent any more punches. He can’t remember when was the last time he loved someone so dearly like this. His eyes met Wonwoo’s, and that was the moment that he realized, it doesn’t even matter if they can’t shout out loud that they love each other so much. They can show it through many other ways. He smiles softly, another hand poking the older’s forehead.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Mhm.”

“Want me to kiss it better again?”

“Mhm.”

Wonwoo closes his eyes, expecting Mingyu to kiss his forehead again. He may or may not have gasp in surprise as Mingyu decided to press his lips on his, earning a chuckle and a quiet “you’re so cute, hyung” from the said guy. Their lips meet again, and they both automatically smile in between. Everytime they kiss, it will always feel like the first time. The spark didn’t, and they are sure as hell won’t go away.

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