Fox wobbled, a little bit, still wet from when he had splashed his face, but smiling.
“Mmm hello,” he replied, trying to take the kiss meant for his forehead and just getting Mingyu’s neck instead. “Sounds good. You got any bay leaves...? Could probably stand to sober up a little but I didn’t plan on drinking so I didn’t bring any with me.”
He threaded his fingers into his lover’s and squeezed his hand happily.
“Don’t look so sullen,” he murmured, the smile warming. “Even if it is cute.”
No, Mingyu didn't have any bay leaves. He didn't keep plants anymore, as Fox was about to find out. He didn't really keep anything. But he wanted Fox sober, so he took a length of silk cord out of his pocket and focused on it, tying it into a basic shape with a wide bottom and thin top. The silk cord absorbed Mingyu's energy, shimmering briefly before taking the shape of a small potted bay tree. He handed this in its entirety to Fox, then kissed him softly on the lips.
"I thought you liked the 'might want to wear your skin' aura off me."
Mingyu's expression didn't change at the mention of Wugui. He didn't smile, didn't breathe, didn't blink. He stared at Fox a second, at the plant he'd produced, then swallowed and moved right along.
"I expect to be found attractive," Mingyu answered, shrugging, no particular emotion connected to the thought. It wasn't a good or bad thing, it simply was.
Though, sometimes, it could be a lonely thing.
"I know you're no exception. But you're also the most genuinely idealistic, at times even naive person I've ever met. There is nothing someone like you should like about me."
In fact, Mingyu had been wondering. If Fox was just a little younger, had come before they first met. If they'd even talk, if he'd even want to be friends, if he'd have made any kind of exception at all.
"Perhaps you're just having trouble letting go of what we almost had."
The smile faltered and then stubbornly was plastered back on as if it had never left.
“I’m not naive,” he said simply, as he cut a sigil into a bay leaf with his fingernails, watched the magic flare, and then put it on his tongue. He instantly felt better, and he sighed a little before starting on the next.
“I never really though we were actually going to have something, Mingyu, I was always prepared to let you go, or watch you go.”
The second bay leaf complete, it flared with magic, and he put it into his mouth too. It was getting harder to keep the smile up but he tried.
“I don’t believe in the best of people because it’s easy. It isn’t. People are assholes nearly all the time. Usually out of ignorance or fear, but they’re still assholes. You can tell me what a horrible person you are all you want, but you’re still just a person. No better or worse than anyone else. You still have the capability to make your own decisions.”
He felt a lot more clear headed, now, and his eyes were fixed on his fingers as they prepared a third and final bay leaf.
“I have no doubt you’ve done a lot worse than what I’ve seen. And I have no doubt that it haunts you, what you’ve become. For his sake. For mine. But I meant what I said before.”
He finished the leaf and broke it in two, offering one half to Mingyu like he did on the night they met.
“You don’t take pleasure in it. You don’t look happy about it. You’re not evil you’re just desperate. Even if I didn’t feel the way I do, I’m still your friend. Why wouldn’t I want to help you?”
"You're a little naive," Mingyu murmured, but a faint smile touched his lips at the tease.
Fox offered him the bay leaf piece and Mingyu's heart ached as he took it, remembering well that first night and all the nights after, the taste of bay forever flavoring their kisses, the smell of a freshly bruised leaf never failing to remind him of his love.
It was about month two when he had all his plants taken away.
He tucked the bay leaf into his mouth, shut his eyes briefly at the familiar sweetness, the rush of clarity, and resisted the urge to fold himself into Fox's arms right here out on the street.
"Yeah, of course," Mingyu murmured, pulling Fox right back into his arms, gripping him tight with a squeeze. Then he began to lead him down the street, in the direction of his apartment, all the way down to the corner of the block before speaking again—
“For—“ He hesitated, and then hummed lowly. Maybe he should just drop it? He should drop it.
He swung their hands a little between them as he looked off down a side street as they passed.
“For making you sad,” he finally said, because he was unable to keep much of anything in, when he was thinking about it. “While I was waxing drunk philosophy over text.”
"Well, if anyone should be sorry it ought to be me. For letting you think I was someone else," Mingyu replied, picking up Fox's hand to kiss his knuckles.
"...all I want is for you to be safe and feel loved. Whether that's with me is completely incidental."
It wasn't, not really, but Mingyu wanted to believe that it was. That he could be the kind of man who was fine as long as Fox was safe and well.
There was no question in whether or not he was fine if Fox wasn't.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot the initial text," Mingyu recalled suddenly, stopping them in their tracks briefly in his surprise before catching himself. They continue on, Mingyu's grip on Fox's hand all the tighter.
"...did you mean that? Just... Just me, from here on?"
"...are you sure? What if I'm not nice about it? What if I've already run through all the graciousness I have?" Mingyu murmured, a lightness to his voice in spite of the weight of his words. He tugged Fox along, still a few blocks from his place.
It was a beautiful night. Mingyu barely noticed, so preoccupied with Fox, but the skies were clear, the air was crisp—
"What if I say you can't take it back...? That if you promise me everything, I'll take it all."
Fox came to a halt again, tugging on Mingyu’s hand to stop him.
“When have I ever told you to deny yourself?” He asked, serious. Even if Mingyu’s smile was making him very hot under the collar. “By the way? That. That’s the smile I was talking about. I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?”
"...mm, maybe if you beg," Mingyu ventured, then laughed softly as he pulled Fox in again so long as they were stopped, pressing their foreheads together in fondness.
"You're right, you're right. Begging will only make it worse. You can sleep in the morning."
"You're the only one I've found since my parents passed, and all that I've known since we met," Mingyu pointed out, smiling again because this was a point of contention between Fox's future self and him as well, one Mingyu only believed in more and more the more time passed and the more of the world he came to know.
Fox truly was everything, had always been.
"...and I think you'll be surprised just what I have in me these days."
“I’ve seen other things make you smile,” he teased, thinking of their double dates with Rushi and Jade. But he wasn’t in a mood to argue too long. “It’s alright if you can’t see it now. I’ll show you again.”
The smile broadened, eyes crinkling. “Oh yeah? I’d like to see that. Show me whatever you want.”
"Say that again after you've seen my place," Mingyu sighed, kissing Fox softly on the lips once more before taking him by the hand once again to continue on their way. It wasn't much farther, just down the block, to the left, then across the street.
Anxiety began to gnaw at him as they drew closer; he'd been in such a rush to get to Fox he hadn't cleaned even slightly. Not that he would've even given the time, since the whole point was to... let Fox see.
"...why do you like me so much, anyway?" he sighed as they came up to his building, biting down briefly on his lip. "I know it's not what everyone else sees, but... whenever I get to thinking about it, I just can't figure out what it might be."
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“Mmm hello,” he replied, trying to take the kiss meant for his forehead and just getting Mingyu’s neck instead. “Sounds good. You got any bay leaves...? Could probably stand to sober up a little but I didn’t plan on drinking so I didn’t bring any with me.”
He threaded his fingers into his lover’s and squeezed his hand happily.
“Don’t look so sullen,” he murmured, the smile warming. “Even if it is cute.”
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No, Mingyu didn't have any bay leaves. He didn't keep plants anymore, as Fox was about to find out. He didn't really keep anything. But he wanted Fox sober, so he took a length of silk cord out of his pocket and focused on it, tying it into a basic shape with a wide bottom and thin top. The silk cord absorbed Mingyu's energy, shimmering briefly before taking the shape of a small potted bay tree. He handed this in its entirety to Fox, then kissed him softly on the lips.
"I thought you liked the 'might want to wear your skin' aura off me."
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“Ah!! You figured it out! Doesn’t even need google eyes.”
He grinned into the kiss and then his cheeks got warm as he tried to laugh it off.
“Ah... I did say something like that didn’t I. I— there’s a difference between that and sullen, but my point is I would prefer to make you happy.”
He hummed as he sat down on the curb and started plucking leaves off the tree.
“Is it really that much of a surprise that I think you’re hot?”
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"I expect to be found attractive," Mingyu answered, shrugging, no particular emotion connected to the thought. It wasn't a good or bad thing, it simply was.
Though, sometimes, it could be a lonely thing.
"I know you're no exception. But you're also the most genuinely idealistic, at times even naive person I've ever met. There is nothing someone like you should like about me."
In fact, Mingyu had been wondering. If Fox was just a little younger, had come before they first met. If they'd even talk, if he'd even want to be friends, if he'd have made any kind of exception at all.
"Perhaps you're just having trouble letting go of what we almost had."
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“I’m not naive,” he said simply, as he cut a sigil into a bay leaf with his fingernails, watched the magic flare, and then put it on his tongue. He instantly felt better, and he sighed a little before starting on the next.
“I never really though we were actually going to have something, Mingyu, I was always prepared to let you go, or watch you go.”
The second bay leaf complete, it flared with magic, and he put it into his mouth too. It was getting harder to keep the smile up but he tried.
“I don’t believe in the best of people because it’s easy. It isn’t. People are assholes nearly all the time. Usually out of ignorance or fear, but they’re still assholes. You can tell me what a horrible person you are all you want, but you’re still just a person. No better or worse than anyone else. You still have the capability to make your own decisions.”
He felt a lot more clear headed, now, and his eyes were fixed on his fingers as they prepared a third and final bay leaf.
“I have no doubt you’ve done a lot worse than what I’ve seen. And I have no doubt that it haunts you, what you’ve become. For his sake. For mine. But I meant what I said before.”
He finished the leaf and broke it in two, offering one half to Mingyu like he did on the night they met.
“You don’t take pleasure in it. You don’t look happy about it. You’re not evil you’re just desperate. Even if I didn’t feel the way I do, I’m still your friend. Why wouldn’t I want to help you?”
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Fox offered him the bay leaf piece and Mingyu's heart ached as he took it, remembering well that first night and all the nights after, the taste of bay forever flavoring their kisses, the smell of a freshly bruised leaf never failing to remind him of his love.
It was about month two when he had all his plants taken away.
He tucked the bay leaf into his mouth, shut his eyes briefly at the familiar sweetness, the rush of clarity, and resisted the urge to fold himself into Fox's arms right here out on the street.
He offered Fox his hand in return instead.
"Ready to go?"
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“Yeah, I’m ready. Sorry. Honestly I don’t even like drinking that much, I just— I don’t know. Needed to unwind somehow I guess.”
He took Mingyu’s hand in his, warm and secure, and gave it a squeeze.
“Have you forgiven me yet?”
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"...for what?"
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He swung their hands a little between them as he looked off down a side street as they passed.
“For making you sad,” he finally said, because he was unable to keep much of anything in, when he was thinking about it. “While I was waxing drunk philosophy over text.”
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"...all I want is for you to be safe and feel loved. Whether that's with me is completely incidental."
It wasn't, not really, but Mingyu wanted to believe that it was. That he could be the kind of man who was fine as long as Fox was safe and well.
There was no question in whether or not he was fine if Fox wasn't.
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He didn’t follow up right away, letting the moonlacing bloom pleasantly between their hands as they walked, before finally:
“That’s what I figured out, I guess. Today. I mean I knew it before on some level, but...”
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"...did you mean that? Just... Just me, from here on?"
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He turned, surprised, and then swallowed as his face got hot.
“Ah— I mean... yeah. I wasn’t going to uh, like, say anything about it but—“ he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand.
“... Yeah. Just you.”
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It was a beautiful night. Mingyu barely noticed, so preoccupied with Fox, but the skies were clear, the air was crisp—
"What if I say you can't take it back...? That if you promise me everything, I'll take it all."
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“I mean, that’s what people usually do when they’re dating, right? So why even ‘leave my options open’ in the first place?”
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"If you've decided on me... I won't continue to be polite about it."
The look he cast in Fox's direction was scored with a predator's smile.
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“When have I ever told you to deny yourself?” He asked, serious. Even if Mingyu’s smile was making him very hot under the collar. “By the way? That. That’s the smile I was talking about. I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?”
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"You're right, you're right. Begging will only make it worse. You can sleep in the morning."
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“Mm, I’d better not complain at all, then.” He leaned up on his toes to steal a kiss and then murmured: “... It’s nice to hear you laughing.”
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"...I never really laughed much before I met you, you know. All the light in my world, you brought to me."
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"I think there's a lot more light out there than just me," he murmured, smiling. "But I still like making you laugh, if I can."
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Fox truly was everything, had always been.
"...and I think you'll be surprised just what I have in me these days."
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The smile broadened, eyes crinkling. “Oh yeah? I’d like to see that. Show me whatever you want.”
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Anxiety began to gnaw at him as they drew closer; he'd been in such a rush to get to Fox he hadn't cleaned even slightly. Not that he would've even given the time, since the whole point was to... let Fox see.
"...why do you like me so much, anyway?" he sighed as they came up to his building, biting down briefly on his lip. "I know it's not what everyone else sees, but... whenever I get to thinking about it, I just can't figure out what it might be."
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“What do you mean why? It’s not like I made a list of pros and cons and decided to.”
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