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minghao knows he’s in a mood again, but frankly, he couldn’t care less.

his whole day had just been wrong, and he’d set about it with a frown marring his features and a biting undertone to everything he’d said. it just happened sometimes — one of those bad, awful days where nothing goes right and it feels like everything’s against you.

it was when he snapped at jun that he finally gave in, retired to moping in his bedroom. his roommate had said he understood — jun had plenty of his own bad days, after all — but minghao still feels awful about it. he’s still too irritated to apologise — he will do it, though, he promises himself.

for now, he’s thrown himself on the covers of his bed, staring at the ceiling listlessly, and blasting music through his earphones — loud, but not so loud that he doesn’t catch the soft sound of the doorknob when you twist it, and slide yourself into the room.

you do it almost apologetically, a regretful smile directed towards him. you don’t even speak, just make your way over to his side.

minghao wishes he could be annoyed, but he never can be, at you. you’re his best friend, and maybe something more that he’s not quite willing to accept yet. it’s lurking, though, at the bottom of his chest, and it pushes up every so often — like now, as you take a seat on the edge of the bed, almost as if you’re unsure; uncertain if you’re welcome here or not.

you always are, but he doesn’t quite know how to say that yet.

instead he thinks about how he knows jun must have called you, just as he knows you, too good for this world, dropped whatever you were doing to come and talk to him.

not that you’re doing much of that — talking, he means. you’ve only flopped beside him on the white duvet; and yet it’s enough to relax a little of the tension in his limbs.

it’s so easy to be around you.

it’s so easy to offer you an earbud without even looking. it’s so easy to close his eyes, slip his hand into yours. it’s so easy to interlace his fingers with yours too, squeeze gently, keep his eyes shut, pretend.

and then suddenly it gets hard. when you shift slightly, card a hand through his dark hair like you’ve always been doing it — you’ve never done it before, he hopes you do it forever — and you blur the lines even more. that makes it harder, harder to breathe with your careful hand against his cheek, the smell of your conditioner against his lips, he can’t breathe, he thinks he loves you.

you move back slightly. the moment is gone, he can breathe, but the lines are still blurred and you can’t unblur them. god knows he doesn’t want to redraw them.

your hand slips back into his, and squeezes. his eyes flutter open — yours are shut — your breath catches — minghao realises, then.

“oh,” he whispers softly. and it’s his turn to brush your cheek with slender fingers, but he’s always been the braver of you two — he leans, he brushes his lips against your cheek too.

you might not be able to call it a kiss, but maybe you could call it a confession.

an / guys i think this might be one of my fav things i’ve ever written which is so annoying because it starts off kind of badly 😭 but also it’s 12:17am and i’ve slept like 4 hours max in the last 24 hours so my judgement may be misguided. idk. possible deletion when i wake up ⁉️

“you’re getting sleepy, aren’t you?”

“i’m fine…” minghao tells you in a slurred voice, although he’s had his eyes closed for a good five minutes now. but he just can’t help it: sat between your legs as you’re meticulously drying his hair, he’s feeling too comfortable to stay awake.

“i’m almost done” you tell him as you keep guiding the dryer in circular motions, your fingertips lightly grazing his scalp.

the night fell a few hours ago, its tranquility only disrupted by the occasional cars passing by your street. the bedside lamp on your right acts as your only source of light, splashing orange shades on the walls.

you’ve always felt at home with minghao. the calming patterns of his voice, his arms that know exactly how and when to hold you, his genuine laughter at your stupidest jokes.

and you’ve been spending so much time at his place lately, you could even say you feel at home in his home, sometimes staying by yourself for a full day.

obviously he’s not asking for anything in return, but you do it anyways. cooking, cleaning, buying groceries… everything he tells you not to bother with.

“i’m done”, you state as you unplug the drier and roll its wire on itself.

minghao mutters a sleepy ‘thank you’, and you feel him leaving a kiss on the side of your knee before climbing into bed.

it takes you less than a minute to put the drier back in the bathroom’s cabinet, but it was enough time for your boyfriend to have tucked himself under the covers, his eyes closed in a peaceful expression.

you fight back the urge to tease him, just in case he’s actually sleeping already, and walk around the bed to turn off the light on his nightstand.

“move in with me”

minghao’s voice is soft as ever, nothing more than a whisper. his lips are spread in a barely noticeable smile as he watches you freeze for a second.

“officially? i mean, full-time?” you ask, an obvious happiness blooming in your voice.

“full time and maybe forever” he tells you while lifting the covers as an invitation.

you suddenly forget about turning the light off, only thinking about bending down to pepper his face in kisses, enough for him to understand that you couldn’t be happier about that offer.

with each kiss, minghao’s smile grows bigger and bigger, until he wraps his arms around you to drag you to bed himself. your bed.

“i love you” you whisper, a hand caressing his cheek.

“i love you too” he replies, snaking one arm out of the covers to finally turn the lights off.

and as you drift off to sleep, you both relish the warm feeling of knowing that this is what all your nights are going to look like from now on. peaceful, tender, and most importantly, at home.