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Bonus Chapter #2 :
"Happy birthday Junghan hyung-

GET OFF ME, KIM MINGYU!"

‘Happy birthday, Yoon Junghan!~’

The cafe is filled with laughter, a surprised Junghan standing still with frosting smeared all over his face. In front of him stand the 12 trouble makers, chanting ‘Happy birthday!’ loudly as Chan and Vernon pop the confetti.

As touched as he is right now, Junghan feels equally angry at the fact that his freshly-washed hair is now coated with butter and sugar; wiping the frosting off his eyes, Junghan grabs the cake, all ready to chuck it across the room at Seungcheol, the one who’d squished the whole cake onto his hair to ‘complete the look’.

‘Choi Seungcheol, you’re so dead-‘

Chu~

‘Happy birthday~’

What the-

‘Let’s hope that temper of yours improve now that you’re older, yeah?’ Junghan faces a smiling Jisoo, face bright and beaming with victory to see Junghan blushing.

the frosting left on his lips after pecking Junghan, Jisoo cheekily winks at the other as he swiftly slides the cake out of Junghan’s hold, passing it on to Vernon, who lazily chuck it off to Mingyu as he continues to mess with Seungkwan (Can I really trust Mingyu with this…)

‘Now c’mon, let’s go enjoy you’re birthday now, granny~’

You did not just-

‘Yah! Hong Jisoo, do you want to fight?!’

—

‘Here’s the cake, Mingyu hyung~’ Vernon says, nonchalant as he runs after Seungkwan with a balloon and toothpick in his hands.

‘You never learn your lessons, huh?’ Mingyu chuckles at the sight of Seungkwan with his hands clamp against his ears, eyebrows furrowed as he screams for Vernon to get away. ‘What to do with this no- Wonuuuuu!’

‘Wha- Mingyu!’

Before they know, Mingyu had already jump forward towards Wonwoo, cake still in his hand and no matter how fast Wonwoo’s reactions are, he still couldn’t dodge the cake as big as his face. With a loud crash, Mingyu lands straight onto Wonwoo, cake pressing firmly against the older’s face.

‘Munwufsf-‘

‘What- Ohhhhh right~’ Mingyu laughs to himself, amused at his own stupidity before realizing that right, Wonwoo’s still suffocating under this cake.

Flinging the cake off and onto the floor (‘Mingyu, you’re cleaning that!’), Mingyu lays still, eyes lock on a pouting Wonwoo who’s using his sweater’s sleeves to clean off the pieces of cake and frosting.

Wonwoo is too immersed in getting all the cake off of his face, it was only after a few minutes that he feels the burning gaze on his face and the weight still pressing him down onto the floor. Placing arm down, Wonwoo looks up to a dazed Mingyu, locking eyes with each other.

‘Wha-‘

‘Shush.’ Wonwoo freezes when Mingyu brings his finger up, pressing it against Wonwoo’s lips gently.

‘M-Mingyu, get off me-‘

‘I said, shush.’ Mingyu replies firmly, smirking when he feels Wonwoo tensing under him.

The sudden sterness in Mingyu’s voice surprises Wonwoo, almost to the point of scaring him as he opts to laying dead still, holding in his breathe at the same time.

Smirking, Mingyu pushes himself up onto his elbows, still locking eyes with Wonwoo; Mingyu would’ve just stayed as they were, chest to chest with Wonwoo until he realizes that his weight could be hurting the other and in what world would Mingyu ever hurt Wonwoo?

Slowly lowering himself down, Mingyu lets out a low chuckle when he realizes the other is holding in his breathe.

‘Breathe, hyung.’ Wonwoo gulps at the tone, letting out a breathe only to stop again when he sees Mingyu inching closer.

Closer.

And closer.

‘M-M-‘

‘Shush.’

Wonwoo squeezes his eyes shut, thinking he’s prepared for whatever the heck it is Mingyu’s up to this tim-

WHAT THE -

Wonwoo had never been so wrong; he thought he was ready, ready for peck on his cheek, on his forehead, he even prepared his mentality for a situation where Mingyu the frosting off his cheek.

But man, he sure forgot one thing.

One fckin’ thing.

And Mingyu just had to do that one thing.

-

Wonwoo feels his face heating up at the feeling of Mingyu’s lips against his own, still not recovered from his shock. The older stays still, completely frozen until he feels Mingyu’s hand on his chin, lifting his head to deepen the kis-

Oh crap, what do I do what do I do what do I-

‘Hyung, just relax-

‘Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!’

Huh?

The two males snap their head towards the direction of the voice, both widening their eyes when they see a disgusted Chan, Soonyoung and Seokmin right behind him.

‘G-Guys, it’s not what you think-‘

‘Get a room!’

‘Take your not innocent business somewhere else!’

‘Stop ruining Junghan hyung’s birthday!’

‘Wait guys-‘

The two couldn’t get a word out as they are bombarded with complaints from the other teenagers, half of them disgusted and the other half amused. Mingyu stays on top of Wonwoo, trying to deny any of the accusations-

‘Get off me, Kim Mingyu!’

‘W-‘

Poosh.

Wonwoo gets up from his spot, brushing out the creases in his sweater as he tries his best to act cool, ignoring the others’ teasing and Mingyu’s whining (‘That was harsh-‘ ‘Shut up, Mingyu.’) as he heads straight outside, leaving the cafe.

The remaining boys turns away from Wonwoo’s backview, gazes fixated onto a guilty Mingyu.

‘Go on, go comfort your boyfriend!’ Soonyoung kicks the younger gently, laughing when he sees Mingyu scrambling off and running after Wonwoo.

Wonu hyung, wait up!~

—

‘Stupid Mingyu…’

Wonwoo walks alone, head hanging low as he focuses on kicking the pebbles under his feet.

‘What the hell was he thinking, kissing me in public and all-‘

‘Wonwoo!’

no.

Wonwoo acts like he didn’t hear anything, speeding up in his path as he stares straight ahead; if anything, he isn’t even sure it’s Mingyu that’s calling after him. It’s 1 in the morning and no one is around, so the first thing that comes to mind is the Bong Chong Dong ghost.

Plead don’t kill me, please don’t-

‘Wonwoo hyung!’

Still refusing to turn back, Wonwoo speed walks forward, his feet leading him in the direction of the cafe. Chanting ‘It’s nothing, nothing, nothing’ in his head, Wonwoo is few metres away from the cafe whe-

‘AHHHHHHHHHHH!’ 

At the feeling of something on his shoulder, Wonwoo abruptly stops and turns around, eyes closed as he swings his arms around defensively, mouth shouting different profanities and ‘Go away!’

‘Hyung, hyung, hyung!’ Wonwoo keeps his eyes shut, not caring whether or not there was a possibility it was just MIngyu. ‘Hyung! It’s just me, stop hitting me! Hyung, it’s Mingyu!’

‘M-Mingyu?’ Wonwoo stops, hands held still by Mingyu’s strong grip. Slowly opening his eyes, Wonwoo keeps it squinting, just in case it wasn’t Mingyu.

At the sight of a wide-eyed Mingyu, Wonwoo lets out a relief sigh as he swings his arm at the other one last time.

‘You piece of !’

Wait what-

Mingyu blinks, confused at the sudden change when he feels Wonwoo’s arms wrapping around his body.

‘You , how could you scared me like that?!’ Wonwoo whines, face buried in Mingyu’s firm chest as he continues hitting the other’s back. ‘I thought I was gonna die!’

‘Eyyy, hyung~’ Mingyu laughs, patting the older’s head as he squeezes the other protectively, ‘It’s just me, now stop hitting me! It hurtsssss~’

‘Shut up, I thought it was a ghost chasing after me oka-‘

‘Hahahahahhahahaha-‘

‘You , shut up before I kick you off to North Korea-‘

‘But hyung, were you seriously that scared-‘

‘You know what,’ Wonwoo pushes Mingyu off, turning around as he heads off to the cafe, abandoning the other. ‘I’m not even gonna talk to yo-‘

‘Hyunggggg~’ 

With his hand around the older’s wrist, Mingyu tucks the other back, turning Wonwoo around as he places his hands on the other’s shoulders.

‘W-What is it now?’ Wonwoo gulps, his expression softening when he’s faced with a pouting Mingyu. Trying to look away, Wonwoo’s heart only race ahead when he feels Mingyu inching closer again.

‘Hyung…’

‘W-What?’ Wonwoo manages to utter out after several minutes of coming up with the right words to say, facepalming when it came out in stutters.

When nothing came out of Mingyu’s mouth, Wonwoo furrows his brows, turning to face the talle-

Wait no-

Chu~

‘You’re really cute when you’re flustered~’ Mingyu smiles brightly, ruffling the older’s hair after cheekily pecking the other’s lips.

‘Wait wh-‘

‘C’mon, let’s head back now~’ With his arms around the older’s shoulders, Mingyu pulls Wonwoo ahead, leading them back to the cafe.

God damn you, Kim Mingyu!