It was a bright, unexpected joy for Mingyu, being able to slip away for a weekend. With his... boyfriend, his lover, though neither of those words seemed to quite encompass what Fox was to him. Getting to be the one to fetch breakfast for them, too— Granted, his father's jade bangle sat heavily upon his wrist, stealing him a certain amount of anonymity. Still.
Mingyu couldn't remember a time he felt happier, not since he was a child. Even the concept of being this happy had eluded him before Fox, and he marveled at the wonder of it all as he returned to the room where Fox was waiting, tray in hand. Fox wasn't the only one who felt like this had to be a dream.
Handing over the tray into Fox's lap, Mingyu slid in next to him immediately, an arm going around Fox's waist as he snuggled in as close as possible, nosing playfully into Fox's neck before kissing him on the cheek, then the lips.
"Spoiled you for eating out already, huh? Next time we can get a place with a kitchen," he mused cheerfully, reaching to pluck up a strawberry from the tray to hold up to Fox's mouth. "—though, maybe you've lost rights to my cooking for a bit. I didn't forget about you making me burn my sourdough."
Fox chuckled as he turned his face to accept the kisses as they were offered, careful to keep his hands still as they balanced the tray on his lap, even as he tried to lean closer to grab another kiss and got a strawberry instead.
"Mffhg--" He started, then chewed, chuckled, and grinned as he swallowed. "In my defence, you were very happy to be distracted," he pointed out in a tease.
He settled the tray a little more solidly and then offered a strawberry to Mingyu.
"Don't cut me off, I'd be devastated. I've been getting used to regular meals."
"You say that like I'd starve you!" Mingyu laughed readily, still in that phase where every burst of laughter from him left him startled, half in awe and half in wonder that he was even still the same person.
But then, maybe he wasn't the same person anymore. Just like he wasn't the same before his parents died, Fox made him someone new. Someone better. Someone who faced life with a little less fear and a great deal less loneliness, and the joy—
Mingyu hadn't known there was joy like this to be had in this world. Not by anyone, least of all by him.
"I'd just make you survive off... regular takeout. From mid range restaurants. The kind with prices on the menu and everything. The horror," he went on to tease, expression playful and cheeky as he went for the strawberry he was offered in return.
"Anyway, ruining sourdough is a crime. That's art, Huli. Wild yeast died for that bread."
"And their sacrifice was definitely not in vain," Fox quipped in reply, shifting a little closer and feeling the orange juice wobble dangerously. He pulled back, picking up the juice and taking a sip before setting it safely on the bedside table instead. There. Better. He turned his attention back to Mingyu.
"Do I need to give you a reminder of just how thoroughly I distracted you?" He asked with a wicked grin. "I'm sure I could give a demonstration--"
"Oh, we're gonna make a mockery of the loss of my sourdough and waste the breakfast I just spent time fetching from downstairs?" Mingyu demanded, and even as he said this he helped nudge the tray out of Fox's lap off to the safety of the end table as well, because, well. Fox had a point. That lap was far better occupied by him.
Draping arms over Fox's shoulders, he leaned in to claim another kiss from those criminally sweet lips.
"The waffles will keep even if they're a little cold," he teased, threading his arms around Mingyu's waist and pulling him more firmly onto his lap. Like this, Mingyu looked framed by the east facing window behind him, the early morning sun blooming around his head and through his hair like a halo.
Fox's expression flickered for a moment from amusement to something softer.
"Mmm, give me a moment, I'm basking." He leaned up to press a warm kiss to Mingyu's throat, and then another, a little lower.
"Kind of wish I could take photographs with my eyes," He added as he leaned back, grinning. "You have a literal halo, like this. Haha- my very own angel."
Mingyu was starting to melt into those kisses as he always did, eyes shutting, the beginnings of a moan on his lips— And then Fox pulled back, said those words, and Mingyu sat up with a little start, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
"Was— Was that a play on my name, Huli?" he asked with a delighted breath of a laugh, so tickled by the very idea of it that he wriggled a bit right there in Fox's lap. He knew that Fox knew his English name was Gabriel—it was what most of the world called him, and even with as scatterbrained as Fox could be with the news, it was also his Instagram handle. But he flushed a pretty shade of pink and tangled his hands in the hair at the nape of Fox's neck the way he liked to do, stroking the short-cropped strands as he spoke.
"...I meant Gabriel, but actually— Did I ever tell you? 'Mingyu' means 'bright feather'."
It was a stupid, cheesy joke, and he was all too happy to immediately brush past it with a chuckle when Mingyu inevitably rolled his eyes. But when that didn't happen, when instead Mingyu stuttered and flushed and laughed, an impossible fondness gripped Fox's chest and he grinned all the wider.
"I've been known to make a pun or two," He admitted, chuckling, leaning his head to the side to press a kiss to Mingy's wrist.
"But no, I didn't know that. Bright feather, huh. Your parents really kept to theme." He leaned in again, stealing a kiss from those perfect cupid-bow lips.
"It's kind of a romantic idea though. Like I lured an Angel right down from heaven..." He pressed another kiss to the side of Mingyu's mouth, then his jaw. Then he chuckled against his ear. "Too bad I fully plan on absolutely ruining him with sin."
Mingyu didn't talk about his parents, not to anyone, and he began to move past the topic like he always did when it struck him what they were here for. That Fox invited him here to meet his aunt, the only real family Mingyu understood fox to have ever had. So Mingyu paused, shivered a little at those suggestive words off Fox's lips, but then—
He leaned in until he could rest his face against Fox's shoulder, arms wrapping around him in a way that was needy, half clinging, a noticeable anxiety in the way he clutched onto his partner.
"My mother used to say that," he whispered, voice thin as spun glass and just as fragile. "When I was little, she'd hold me in her lap in her rocking chair, and we'd sway and way and I'd imagine I was up in the clouds and she'd tell me I was her gift to this world. That I would be someone's angel someday. Not her's, but someone's. That was her gift."
He paused, smiling tightly there against Fox's neck, speaking so softly he could barely be heard.
"...maybe she meant you all along. Maybe it was always you, Huli."
It had been an offhand comment, one ill thought through - or, rather, not thought through at all. He hadn't expected Mingyu to say anything about his parents, had hardly remembered he even mentioned them. So when Mingyu clung to him with a clearly growing anxiety, it brought Fox up short. He blinked, raising a hand to gently thread through Mingyu's hair in an attempt to sooth him.
But then Mingyu spoke and Fox felt an answer heat to his cheeks, a warm flush in his breast. He wanted to argue, immediately. No one gifted something like that to him. He was just stealing time, stealing Mingyu's light for as long as he was allowed, basking in it until the inevitable day it would be taken from him. But the fragile tremor in Mingyu's voice brought him up short. Told him, for once in his life, not to voice the things on his mind.
Instead, he just breathed, and then pressed a careful, soft kiss to Mingyu's hair.
"You already are mine," he murmured. "Whether she gave you to me or not, I'd have stolen you from the sky either way."
Fox called him 'his' and Mingyu shivered again, eyes squeezing shut. He liked that. He liked it a little too much, wanted it a little too badly. Mingyu had come this far in his life wanting nothing, needing nothing, so he could never be cut as deeply again as when he lost his parents.
But this—
This, right here, this warmth. The feeling of Fox's lips, his quiet assertion that Mingyu was his, so effortlessly giving Mingyu somewhere to belong—
It was worth the risk. It left Mingyu a little terrified, but it thrilled him too. He wouldn't trade this for anything, wouldn't trade Fox for anything. For this, he'd take on all the hurt in the world.
"You can't steal what was always meant to be yours," Mingyu countered quietly, face hot, still worrying the same worry he'd felt this entire time that he was coming on too strong, knowing full well Fox worried about the exact same thing and they were all but living together by now. It felt like a delicate game, in ways. All the things they left unspoken, as though looking at them head on would cause whatever they had to shatter and they'd have to go back to their separate lives again.
It felt like all of this was a long Cinderella ball, only to last as long as the illusion held.
"...say it again," he mumbled, sounding a little sullen, a little shy. "Call me yours."
Fox smiled, warm and crinkling at the edges of his eyes as he adjusted himself to sit up a little straighter, to pull Mingyu a little tighter in against him.
"Maybe I want to steal you," he whispered quietly, pressing his lips to Mingyu's ear, mouthing at the shell of it.
"Maybe I like the idea of defying fate to make you mine," he murmured, a little thrill running down the back of his neck as he answered the request. "But I'll take fate, too. I'll take anything that gives me an excuse to be with you."
"Oh?" Mingyu challenged, finding his voice again as he pulled back to meet Fox's gaze once more, always, always falling a little more in love with him with every breath, with every word Fox spoke, with every moment spent together like this. Just remembering what an irrepressible little thief Fox was made him laugh, made him want to be stolen more than anything.
"You'd do that to have me?" Once Fox speaks it, Mingyu knew it to be true. It was a far more romantic thing to be something hard-won rather than heaven-granted. All this time, all the superficial love and adoration lain at his feet, no one ever cared enough to see him for who he was. With Fox—
He believed it. He believed it wholeheartedly. That he was something Fox would pursue.
"Promise me," he went on, voice tight and low. "Promise me you'll remember that. Promise me you'll do what it takes to have me, to chase me to the ends of the world if you have to."
Smiling, he took Fox's hand and pressed it over his heart.
Fox smiled wide, leaning in to press a kiss to Mingyu's lips and then lay his hand over Mingyu's above his heart.
"I think I can do a damn sight better than Orpheus," he teased quietly. "He didn't even manage to get Eurydice back from Hades. I'd do it and then I'd go back and do it again just to prove it wasn't even hard."
His fingers solidified around Mingyu's hand and then he shifted, one knee sliding up before in one smooth motion he flipped Mingyu down onto the bed and rolled up on top of him, straddling his hips and grinning down at him.
He leaned down and stole a firmer kiss, threading their fingers together and pushing Mingyu's hands back into the sheets. When he broke it was just to pepper Mingyu's jaw with kisses instead.
"You're worth everything to me. I'd never have to search for you because no one is ever going to be able to take you from me."
Mingyu was quiet as he listened to the passion in Fox's voice, smiling as he found himself flipped over and pushed down against the bed in what could only be described as tender, loving ownership. He was Fox's in the way of something holy, held in reverence, Fox regarding him in action as the rest of the world pretended to be in their pretty words, their likes and their comments and their retweets. None of that ever felt real, not for a moment, but this—
There was nothing more real. Fox was an artist and Mingyu was another creation, a blank slate brought to life by Fox's warmth, his vision.
Fox told him he was worth everything and Mingyu believed. In Fox's hands, he felt like something holy, but Fox was the beginning and the end to Mingyu's faith.
And whatever Fox thought, whatever he called Mingyu, whatever he felt in his heart he did or didn't deserve, from here on the bed looking up, Fox was the most beautiful thing in all of creation, the single most light Mingyu had ever seen.
"Never," he agreed softly, his heart in his eyes, in his smile, soft brown hair fanned out in a gold halo there in the sun streaming in through the bay windows. "Not for as long as you want me here, for as long as you want to stay with me."
He laced their fingers together where Fox had him pinned down.
"I never get tired of any part of you, Huli. I miss every little thing when you're gone."
Fox smiled so wide that it ached, unable to stop just gazing down at Mingyu like he was the only thing that existed in the universe. He really did look like an angel, like this, and Fox felt his cheeks warm. Had anyone ever claimed to miss him before?
“That’s a dangerous promise,” he teased, grin widening. “I’m never going to want to leave, at that rate.”
He leaned down, stealing a long, slow, lingering kiss, tugging gently at Mingyu’s bottom lip as he pulled back.
“But I like it that you miss me,” he whispered quietly, as if it was a secret. “I want you to miss me. If only so that you’ll kiss me all the more when I come back.” He leaned in, nose rubbing at Mingyu’s cheek, then as his ear as he pressed a kiss to his throat. “Just a little feral creature who keeps sneaking into heaven to steal a moment with his angel. Or two. Or ten. Or ten thousand.”
"Be kind to yourself, Huli," Mingyu chided warmly, sliding a knee along Fox's thigh in the absence of being able to touch with his hands. Soft, pleased noises escaped his lips between words, all but melting back against the mattress for those kisses.
"You're at least half domesticated by now. Housebroken and everything," he teased, nosing against Fox's face until he could kiss him properly again.
"...and besides. I don't need to miss you to want to do nothing but kiss your breath away."
Fox chuckled, the warmth spreading through him easily, squeezing Mingyu's hands between his own as he granted that desired kiss.
"Mm, maybe. But I do like that little edge of desperation when you haven't seen me in a few days," he teased quietly. He lowered himself down a little, just enough to brush his hips against Mingyu's, making all too clear what he had in mind instead of breakfast.
"Then again... I am finding more and more benefits to waking up in your bed all the time," he mused, ducking his head to kiss Mingyu's neck, lips parting to nip him gently with his teeth as he slowly rolled his hips down against him. "And it isn't as if I don't miss you, too... So maybe you'll be able to keep me safely trapped for a while..."
Groaning softly at that tease, Mingyu shifted his hips into Fox's own in answer, well on the same page from the time they set their breakfast aside.
"Only a while, huh...?" he murmured, wetting his lips to taste Fox on them as he turned his head to the side to offer his lover better access. "I bring you breakfast, I let you have your way with me morning and night... Just what am I going to have to do to keep you...?"
Eyelashes fluttering, the picture of innocence, Mingyu rolled his shoulder so that his shirt slipped off it, pushing back a little against where Fox's hands held him.
Fox chuckled, but released one of Mingyu's hands solely so that he'd have a free one to gently keep peeling back Mingyu's shirt from his chest.
"Leave a bowl of milk out on the porch?" He asked with a laugh, fingers trailing down Mingyu's chest as they wandered toward his waist. They paused at his waist band, though, and Fox raised his eyes to meet Mingyu's, wetting his lips as his heart thumped painfully in his chest. He had an answer, one that he had been carefully avoiding for months though he said it with every word, every action, every deed. Always implied but never declared.
He thought the words through for only a split second before they were spilling from his lips.
Not from lack of want or uncertainty, but from shock alone that Fox would be asking him that. It wasn't not even that surprising. They'd been together for some time now, have each been so radiantly happy that how well they fit together was impossible to ignore. It was a natural development of things, and yet it caught Mingyu off guard all the same.
Because he'd been swallowing down the truth of it himself, in denial, thinking surely not. Surely love wouldn't find him like this, so effortlessly, so picture perfect, reminding him of nothing so much as the aching tenderness his parents regarded each other with while they still lived.
By now he'd concluded it couldn't be anything less. Fox was the love of his life. But how could he say that to someone who was skittish about staying over for more than a few days in a row?
Now Fox was asking.
That meant he could finally say it.
"Huli," he whispered roughly, lifting his free hand to cup Fox's face, a faint tremor in his fingers as he traced them over Fox's cheek.
Fox's smile was usually easy and wide, never far from his lips and often half teasing. That was not the smile that was cautiously tracing across his face now, his eyes soft as they searched Mingyu's, as if looking for the lie. It held there, tentative and vulnerable for a few seconds, and then it grew, creasing at the edges of his eyes.
"Yeah," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Mingyu's wrist and then leaning down to ghost a kiss across his lips. "Me too. I love you too, Mingyu. I think I have from the moment I met you."
"I don't remember when it started for me," Mingyu murmured, wanting to make the same claim but not wanting Fox to think he was simply echoing what Fox said. So he dug deeper, wanting Fox to have and feel every ounce of his love. "Right near the beginning, I know that, but— ...It's hard to tell, exactly, when I don't remember being any other way anymore."
He paused, hesitating there on the edge of the precipice. It was stupid to hold back when Fox so clearly wasn't, so he took a deep breath and simply let himself speak what he felt.
"...I know it sounds naive, but I— Huli, I... You're... all there is for me," he voiced, hushed and half mumbled. "There was never anyone I looked twice at before you, and you're the only one— ...you're the only one who's never scared me. Who I've never... held back with. You just... came into my life and changed everything."
Fox beamed down at Mingyu as if he was the happiest person in the world, and - really - that was because in that moment he honestly felt like he was. He laughed, despite himself, the joy just too much to keep it from bubbling up, and he pressed a quick, clumsy kiss to Mingyu's lips as if sealing a promise.
"Don't look at anyone but me then, okay?" He asked, happily. "I don't want to look at anyone but you. And don't get sick of me, okay," he added, but he was laughing as if that sounded impossible, "I don't think my heart could bare it at this point." He leaned down, peppering kisses on Mingyu's throat.
"If I get annoying just shut me up with kisses, that's pretty effective--"
"All I've learned so far is you're the only person I've ever met who can hold a conversation mid-makeouts," Mingyu teased in return, laughing right back, the sound slowly growing less foreign in his own ears as Fox continued to make it a staple of his life. He'd had to start being careful on TV not to burst into bright, bubbly laughter remembering something Fox had said, something he'd done. It was the thing sure to get reporters to pry, to start asking what had changed in Gabriel Bai's life to bring about this kind of open joy.
"But don't worry, that's still a feature. I always want to hear you. See you. Be with you. My little fox," he went on warmly, full of love, so full of love and light he felt as though it surely escaped him at his every seam, every fissure, every superficial cut and crease.
"If I had to pick between the whole rest of the world and you, I'd pick you every time."
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Mingyu couldn't remember a time he felt happier, not since he was a child. Even the concept of being this happy had eluded him before Fox, and he marveled at the wonder of it all as he returned to the room where Fox was waiting, tray in hand. Fox wasn't the only one who felt like this had to be a dream.
Handing over the tray into Fox's lap, Mingyu slid in next to him immediately, an arm going around Fox's waist as he snuggled in as close as possible, nosing playfully into Fox's neck before kissing him on the cheek, then the lips.
"Spoiled you for eating out already, huh? Next time we can get a place with a kitchen," he mused cheerfully, reaching to pluck up a strawberry from the tray to hold up to Fox's mouth. "—though, maybe you've lost rights to my cooking for a bit. I didn't forget about you making me burn my sourdough."
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"Mffhg--" He started, then chewed, chuckled, and grinned as he swallowed. "In my defence, you were very happy to be distracted," he pointed out in a tease.
He settled the tray a little more solidly and then offered a strawberry to Mingyu.
"Don't cut me off, I'd be devastated. I've been getting used to regular meals."
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But then, maybe he wasn't the same person anymore. Just like he wasn't the same before his parents died, Fox made him someone new. Someone better. Someone who faced life with a little less fear and a great deal less loneliness, and the joy—
Mingyu hadn't known there was joy like this to be had in this world. Not by anyone, least of all by him.
"I'd just make you survive off... regular takeout. From mid range restaurants. The kind with prices on the menu and everything. The horror," he went on to tease, expression playful and cheeky as he went for the strawberry he was offered in return.
"Anyway, ruining sourdough is a crime. That's art, Huli. Wild yeast died for that bread."
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"Do I need to give you a reminder of just how thoroughly I distracted you?" He asked with a wicked grin. "I'm sure I could give a demonstration--"
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Draping arms over Fox's shoulders, he leaned in to claim another kiss from those criminally sweet lips.
"Well...? I'm waiting."
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Fox's expression flickered for a moment from amusement to something softer.
"Mmm, give me a moment, I'm basking." He leaned up to press a warm kiss to Mingyu's throat, and then another, a little lower.
"Kind of wish I could take photographs with my eyes," He added as he leaned back, grinning. "You have a literal halo, like this. Haha- my very own angel."
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"Was— Was that a play on my name, Huli?" he asked with a delighted breath of a laugh, so tickled by the very idea of it that he wriggled a bit right there in Fox's lap. He knew that Fox knew his English name was Gabriel—it was what most of the world called him, and even with as scatterbrained as Fox could be with the news, it was also his Instagram handle. But he flushed a pretty shade of pink and tangled his hands in the hair at the nape of Fox's neck the way he liked to do, stroking the short-cropped strands as he spoke.
"...I meant Gabriel, but actually— Did I ever tell you? 'Mingyu' means 'bright feather'."
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"I've been known to make a pun or two," He admitted, chuckling, leaning his head to the side to press a kiss to Mingy's wrist.
"But no, I didn't know that. Bright feather, huh. Your parents really kept to theme." He leaned in again, stealing a kiss from those perfect cupid-bow lips.
"It's kind of a romantic idea though. Like I lured an Angel right down from heaven..." He pressed another kiss to the side of Mingyu's mouth, then his jaw. Then he chuckled against his ear. "Too bad I fully plan on absolutely ruining him with sin."
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He leaned in until he could rest his face against Fox's shoulder, arms wrapping around him in a way that was needy, half clinging, a noticeable anxiety in the way he clutched onto his partner.
"My mother used to say that," he whispered, voice thin as spun glass and just as fragile. "When I was little, she'd hold me in her lap in her rocking chair, and we'd sway and way and I'd imagine I was up in the clouds and she'd tell me I was her gift to this world. That I would be someone's angel someday. Not her's, but someone's. That was her gift."
He paused, smiling tightly there against Fox's neck, speaking so softly he could barely be heard.
"...maybe she meant you all along. Maybe it was always you, Huli."
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But then Mingyu spoke and Fox felt an answer heat to his cheeks, a warm flush in his breast. He wanted to argue, immediately. No one gifted something like that to him. He was just stealing time, stealing Mingyu's light for as long as he was allowed, basking in it until the inevitable day it would be taken from him. But the fragile tremor in Mingyu's voice brought him up short. Told him, for once in his life, not to voice the things on his mind.
Instead, he just breathed, and then pressed a careful, soft kiss to Mingyu's hair.
"You already are mine," he murmured. "Whether she gave you to me or not, I'd have stolen you from the sky either way."
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But this—
This, right here, this warmth. The feeling of Fox's lips, his quiet assertion that Mingyu was his, so effortlessly giving Mingyu somewhere to belong—
It was worth the risk. It left Mingyu a little terrified, but it thrilled him too. He wouldn't trade this for anything, wouldn't trade Fox for anything. For this, he'd take on all the hurt in the world.
"You can't steal what was always meant to be yours," Mingyu countered quietly, face hot, still worrying the same worry he'd felt this entire time that he was coming on too strong, knowing full well Fox worried about the exact same thing and they were all but living together by now. It felt like a delicate game, in ways. All the things they left unspoken, as though looking at them head on would cause whatever they had to shatter and they'd have to go back to their separate lives again.
It felt like all of this was a long Cinderella ball, only to last as long as the illusion held.
"...say it again," he mumbled, sounding a little sullen, a little shy. "Call me yours."
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"Maybe I want to steal you," he whispered quietly, pressing his lips to Mingyu's ear, mouthing at the shell of it.
"Maybe I like the idea of defying fate to make you mine," he murmured, a little thrill running down the back of his neck as he answered the request. "But I'll take fate, too. I'll take anything that gives me an excuse to be with you."
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"You'd do that to have me?" Once Fox speaks it, Mingyu knew it to be true. It was a far more romantic thing to be something hard-won rather than heaven-granted. All this time, all the superficial love and adoration lain at his feet, no one ever cared enough to see him for who he was. With Fox—
He believed it. He believed it wholeheartedly. That he was something Fox would pursue.
"Promise me," he went on, voice tight and low. "Promise me you'll remember that. Promise me you'll do what it takes to have me, to chase me to the ends of the world if you have to."
Smiling, he took Fox's hand and pressed it over his heart.
"Be my Orpheus. Am I worth that much to you?"
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"I think I can do a damn sight better than Orpheus," he teased quietly. "He didn't even manage to get Eurydice back from Hades. I'd do it and then I'd go back and do it again just to prove it wasn't even hard."
His fingers solidified around Mingyu's hand and then he shifted, one knee sliding up before in one smooth motion he flipped Mingyu down onto the bed and rolled up on top of him, straddling his hips and grinning down at him.
He leaned down and stole a firmer kiss, threading their fingers together and pushing Mingyu's hands back into the sheets. When he broke it was just to pepper Mingyu's jaw with kisses instead.
"You're worth everything to me. I'd never have to search for you because no one is ever going to be able to take you from me."
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There was nothing more real. Fox was an artist and Mingyu was another creation, a blank slate brought to life by Fox's warmth, his vision.
Fox told him he was worth everything and Mingyu believed. In Fox's hands, he felt like something holy, but Fox was the beginning and the end to Mingyu's faith.
And whatever Fox thought, whatever he called Mingyu, whatever he felt in his heart he did or didn't deserve, from here on the bed looking up, Fox was the most beautiful thing in all of creation, the single most light Mingyu had ever seen.
"Never," he agreed softly, his heart in his eyes, in his smile, soft brown hair fanned out in a gold halo there in the sun streaming in through the bay windows. "Not for as long as you want me here, for as long as you want to stay with me."
He laced their fingers together where Fox had him pinned down.
"I never get tired of any part of you, Huli. I miss every little thing when you're gone."
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“That’s a dangerous promise,” he teased, grin widening. “I’m never going to want to leave, at that rate.”
He leaned down, stealing a long, slow, lingering kiss, tugging gently at Mingyu’s bottom lip as he pulled back.
“But I like it that you miss me,” he whispered quietly, as if it was a secret. “I want you to miss me. If only so that you’ll kiss me all the more when I come back.” He leaned in, nose rubbing at Mingyu’s cheek, then as his ear as he pressed a kiss to his throat. “Just a little feral creature who keeps sneaking into heaven to steal a moment with his angel. Or two. Or ten. Or ten thousand.”
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"You're at least half domesticated by now. Housebroken and everything," he teased, nosing against Fox's face until he could kiss him properly again.
"...and besides. I don't need to miss you to want to do nothing but kiss your breath away."
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"Mm, maybe. But I do like that little edge of desperation when you haven't seen me in a few days," he teased quietly. He lowered himself down a little, just enough to brush his hips against Mingyu's, making all too clear what he had in mind instead of breakfast.
"Then again... I am finding more and more benefits to waking up in your bed all the time," he mused, ducking his head to kiss Mingyu's neck, lips parting to nip him gently with his teeth as he slowly rolled his hips down against him. "And it isn't as if I don't miss you, too... So maybe you'll be able to keep me safely trapped for a while..."
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"Only a while, huh...?" he murmured, wetting his lips to taste Fox on them as he turned his head to the side to offer his lover better access. "I bring you breakfast, I let you have your way with me morning and night... Just what am I going to have to do to keep you...?"
Eyelashes fluttering, the picture of innocence, Mingyu rolled his shoulder so that his shirt slipped off it, pushing back a little against where Fox's hands held him.
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"Leave a bowl of milk out on the porch?" He asked with a laugh, fingers trailing down Mingyu's chest as they wandered toward his waist. They paused at his waist band, though, and Fox raised his eyes to meet Mingyu's, wetting his lips as his heart thumped painfully in his chest. He had an answer, one that he had been carefully avoiding for months though he said it with every word, every action, every deed. Always implied but never declared.
He thought the words through for only a split second before they were spilling from his lips.
"... or tell me that you love me."
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Not from lack of want or uncertainty, but from shock alone that Fox would be asking him that. It wasn't not even that surprising. They'd been together for some time now, have each been so radiantly happy that how well they fit together was impossible to ignore. It was a natural development of things, and yet it caught Mingyu off guard all the same.
Because he'd been swallowing down the truth of it himself, in denial, thinking surely not. Surely love wouldn't find him like this, so effortlessly, so picture perfect, reminding him of nothing so much as the aching tenderness his parents regarded each other with while they still lived.
By now he'd concluded it couldn't be anything less. Fox was the love of his life. But how could he say that to someone who was skittish about staying over for more than a few days in a row?
Now Fox was asking.
That meant he could finally say it.
"Huli," he whispered roughly, lifting his free hand to cup Fox's face, a faint tremor in his fingers as he traced them over Fox's cheek.
"I love you. I'm in love with you."
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"Yeah," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Mingyu's wrist and then leaning down to ghost a kiss across his lips. "Me too. I love you too, Mingyu. I think I have from the moment I met you."
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He paused, hesitating there on the edge of the precipice. It was stupid to hold back when Fox so clearly wasn't, so he took a deep breath and simply let himself speak what he felt.
"...I know it sounds naive, but I— Huli, I... You're... all there is for me," he voiced, hushed and half mumbled. "There was never anyone I looked twice at before you, and you're the only one— ...you're the only one who's never scared me. Who I've never... held back with. You just... came into my life and changed everything."
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"Don't look at anyone but me then, okay?" He asked, happily. "I don't want to look at anyone but you. And don't get sick of me, okay," he added, but he was laughing as if that sounded impossible, "I don't think my heart could bare it at this point." He leaned down, peppering kisses on Mingyu's throat.
"If I get annoying just shut me up with kisses, that's pretty effective--"
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"But don't worry, that's still a feature. I always want to hear you. See you. Be with you. My little fox," he went on warmly, full of love, so full of love and light he felt as though it surely escaped him at his every seam, every fissure, every superficial cut and crease.
"If I had to pick between the whole rest of the world and you, I'd pick you every time."
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