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Yunho starts the stream with little to no plan on what’s going to happen. He knows he wants to reorganize the island, in which he and his chat named Tyuville, to make it look nicer. It’s as he’s talking about design plans that something starts happening.
“What is little me doing?” wondered Yunho with a chuckle. His Mii avatar is slowly creeping behind the Mii of Mingi, who is aimlessly walking the brick paths. “Yunho, stop being a creep.”
The chat is just as amused at the random scene. Yunho zooms in on himself, giggling as the Mii attempts to keep from Mingi’s sight. As he opens his mouth to joke, the screen freezes with a jingle and the question, What’s up with Yunho?
Everything fades to black as Yunho asks, “Wait, what’s going on? What’s up with little me?”
His chat becomes impossible to keep up with, but he catches a lot of freaking out. When he looks back to the cut-scene, he watches his and Mingi’s avatars bump into each other, little Yunho falling on his back.
“Oof! Sorry. My mind was somewhere else,” says little Yunho. Real Yunho’s jaw drops as the Mii’s expression becomes very much the same.
The scene then shows Mingi’s avatar leaning over, sparkles dancing around him, as his deep voice says to little Yunho, “No, it’s my fault. Are you OK?”
Little Yunho stands up, an unmistakable blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Then we’re both fine! Good,” says little Mingi. He seems completely unaware that little Yunho has become breathless, as much as a video game character can be. He tells little Yunho to stay safe, then walks off, leaving both Yunho’s to stare wide-eyed at one another.
“I can’t stop thinking about Princess lately… What’s going on here? Am I falling for Princess?” Then, the real Yunho is left with two choices: You’re imagining things or It must be love!
Yunho, real life, gobsmacked Yunho, stares at the Mii of Mingi about the It must be love! choice, then pans over to his chat. They’re still freaking out, but all are rooting for the option of love.
“What the hell just happened?” Yunho’s laugh sounds more like a wheeze with his lack of breath. “I forgot they could do that.”
He’s so flustered that he forgets romance is even an option in this game. He had already been pushing the Mii’s of his two friends, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, into falling in love, but he had forgotten completely that it could just…happen. The difference is, Hongjoong and Seonghwa are a couple in real life. Yunho and Mingi, they’re not. He knows he can play it off as a joke, as he had done when he made his Mii of Freddy Fazbear have a crush on the one of his friend Wooyoung. It was silly. This whole game is made to be silly.
Yunho still feels like whatever choice he makes here matters.
“Chat, what do I do?” he asks like they haven’t been screaming at him to call it love since the cut-scene started. The amount of comments is overwhelming in support of this new development to the point where he, for a second, forgets where he is. There’s slow romantic music playing and the idea of Mingi in his head. Real life, breathing Mingi, and the decision suddenly feels so simple. “Well, it simply must be love.”
With a click of a button, Yunho feels something fall into place. Little Yunho goes on about little Mingi’s eyes and the idea of asking him out. Real Yunho feels the game has started to get a bit too real. He attempts to push it aside to do other tasks for the rest of the short stream. When he says his goodbyes, he’s left alone.
Unfortunately, that gives him the time to think. He really hadn’t thought a game would make him this unbalanced. He just wanted to make his friends do silly little scenarios. Not think about an age-old crush he thought was left to the past. He’s mostly embarrassed that he got so flustered in front of so many people. Now, he had to hope, somehow, none of his friends watched.
That hope is swiftly crushed when his phone buzzes on his desk. It’s a text from Mingi.
So, it’s love, huh?
The message is followed by a Spotify link to So This Is Love.
Despite his rapidly beating heart, Yunho chuckles. He shouldn’t be surprised. Mingi has told him that he watches every stream. Even the boring ones, he teased.
Yunho is tempted to ask what he thought, if the idea of them is left to fiction. Instead, he hearts the song and responds with, It can’t be anything else.
That feels too open, like Yunho has dropped to his knees, hands clutched in a prayer, and let his heart bleed from his mouth. He can’t see Mingi right now, but he can imagine, instead of God, Mingi’s leaning over an altar, drinking that blood right up like it’s the nectar he needs to survive. Yunho knows, without a sliver of doubt, he’d let Mingi ring him dry if he so pleased.
He’s watched devotion come in many forms. His mother takes every ten minutes after she wakes and before he goes to sleep to kneel by the edge of her bed, asking to be set on the faithful path. He’s seen Hongjoong, with the same look on his face, watching Seonghwa simply live. He knows what it looks like because he’s caught himself doing the same when looking at Mingi.
God, he can never say that outloud.
For years, he’s known Mingi. Years, he’s tried to keep things as they are. All it takes is a silly life-sim to scratch open the scab he assumed had healed over. He wishes Mingi wouldn’t acknowledge it, but it wouldn’t be Mingi if he didn’t.
Yunho’s a big boy. He can handle a crush like an adult. Even if this has stopped being a crush for a long time. It’s now molded itself into his DNA. He’s got naturally brown hair and an unconditional love for Song Mingi. All just facts of who he is.
A knock on his door takes him out of his head and back into his bedroom. Without thinking, he calls out, “Come in!”
In peeks Mingi, blond hair messy like he’s been running his hands though it without thinking. Or thinking too much. He recently bleached it and it makes Yunho’s traitorous heart flutter. He looks good however he chooses to style his hair, but something about this white-blond makes him look like an angel. A being much too bright for Yunho’s mortal eyes.
“Yunho?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we talk?”
“Of course.” This might be the last day of Yunho’s life.
Mingi shuffles in and takes a seat on Yunho’s bed. He attempts to look relaxed, but he must not notice his shoulders are tensed up to his ears. That, in turn, makes Yunho nervous, but he’s been better at hiding it.
“What’d you want to talk about?” asks Yunho.
“I watched your stream.”
Yunho furrows his brows. “Yeah. I know. You texted me right after.”
Mingi nods, bites his lip, and looks around Yunho’s room like he’s trying to catch a change in the space he’s been in countless times. Something lights in Yunho’s chest as a subtle pink rises onto Mingi’s face.
“Is there something about the stream you wanted to talk about?” prompts Yunho.
“Was it a joke?”
“Was what a joke?” Mingi narrows his eyes. “Oh, our Mii’s falling in love? No! I had no idea that was going to happen.”
Mingi hums, appearing to think quite hard about Yunho’s answer.
“...Does that make you…uncomfortable? I’m sure I can change it.”
“No!” Mingi sits up straight, eyes wide and shaking with panic as Yunho barely keeps himself from flinching. “No. I’m not–not uncomfortable. At all.”
“Oh. Alright,” is all Yunho can get out. Mingi keeps going.
“I just didn’t know that was possible. I mean, I’ve been watching you play, of course. I knew the game could do that. It just…”
“...Just?”
“It just…has given me something to think about,” finishes Mingi.
“A good something?” Yunho is unsure where this is going, but he feels like he can’t breathe.
Mingi doesn’t hesitate to say, “Definitely good.”
That brings Yunho more relief than he thought he needed.
“Can I ask what that something is?” He feels a bit silly asking since Mingi was the one who initiated this whole talk, but it wouldn’t be the first time Yunho has been used as an outlet for Mingi to word vomit without giving any real information away.
Mingi opens his mouth, then slams it closed, then repeats that a few more times as he searches for an answer. Yunho is patient, though. He’ll be here when Mingi’s ready.
“How do…you feel about it?” is what Mingi lands on.
Yunho takes a deep breath, hating how shaky it sounds, as he tries to keep the emotions to a minimum. He doesn’t know what the right thing to say is that doesn’t expose his ripped-open chest.
“I think it’s cute,” says Yunho.
“Cute?” repeats Mingi. His neutral expression stabs Yunho right where he’s most vulnerable. Now, it’s his turn to ramble.
“Yeah, cute. I’ve gone through making everyone else get together, but hadn’t thought about us. Not like us, but us as individuals, you know. It makes sense that it would be us that fate brings together. I mean, not so much fate as it is the game, but you know what I mean–”
Yunho is cut off by a warm mouth covering his own. It’s not often Yunho gets to see Mingi this close. Long eyelashes kissing his cheekbones and Yunho could count each one, only to realize he’s not kissing back.
As Mingi pulls away, Yunho straightens up and clasps a hand to the back of his neck, moving his lips in an almost desperate manner. Mingi’s lips are so pillowy soft that Yunho feels like he’s been thrown into a dream. He’s leaning over Yunho, hands on the gaming chair’s arm rests to trap him there. As if Yunho could even think about being anywhere else.
They start to need air, but Yunho might die if Mingi pulls away. He starts to tug away, making Yunho’s hand tighten on his neck , which then causes him to make a noise against Yunho’s mouth. Only when his lungs hurt does Yunho let them separate, though not far.
Yunho keeps his eyes closed to just feel Mingi’s breath against his face and the tingling of his lips. When he opens his eyes, his heart stops. Mingi is all red and dazed, lips a cherry color that most likely mirrors Yunho’s own mouth.
“Was I talking too much?” blurts out Yunho, his face heating up as his voice cracks halfway through.
Mingi huffs a breathless laugh. It looks so much more beautiful up close like this. “No. I just wanted to kiss you.”
“Why?” Yunho’s heart is outside of his chest, awaiting some type of blow. He leaves all the emotion in his eyes, hoping, knowing, Mingi can read it.
“Is it not obvious?” asks Mingi. He leans in so their noses are touching and their lips are only a breath apart.
“I’m a little distracted right now,” replies Yunho.
It brings another laugh out of Mingi and that brings him closer until they’re locking into another kiss. This one is slower. Yunho can feel every bit of Mingi’s heart seep through the skin. His hand that still rests on the nape of Mingi’s neck slips into his hair, not pulling it but more tugging so he gets a sweet noise that sounds like a deep, rumbling purr within Mingi’s chest.
Yunho shivers as, still lip-locked, Mingi crawls into his lap. The chair protests, but it’s honestly the last thing on Yunho’s mind as Mingi’s hands grasp at his shirt, at his neck, at his hair. When they part for a morel of air, Yunho holds his bleeding heart out towards Mingi in the form of the words, “I love you.”
Mingi’s hitched breath is only noticeable because they’re so close. His radiant smile could kill Yunho as he looks down at him like that. A product of every one of Yunho’s dreams, sitting on his lap, his for the taking. Some kind of mercy, something divine and Mingi takes Yunho’s heart. “I love you, too.”
There’s a hint of reality that creeps through and instead of it leaving him in a panic, Yunho laughs.
“What?” asks Mingi, smile never dimming.
“I’m so making our Mii’s get married.”
Mingi’s face blooms bright red as he laughs along. “You’re so stupid.”
“Whatever keeps you kissing me,” says Yunho.
“Dumb puppy,” murmurs Mingi with an eye roll and another kiss.
Yeah, Yunho can already hear the wedding bells.