[🐈‍⬛🐕] From Wonwoo To Mingyu [🐈‍⬛🐕]

Closer

Mingyu found himself staring. 

Then he noticed something else—Wonwoo was a beast at video games. 

After a few hours of work, they took a break, and Wonwoo casually picked up a controller. Mingyu, thinking he had a chance, challenged him.

Five minutes later, Mingyu was getting destroyed.

“No way—HOW?” Mingyu gawked at the screen, jaw dropping. 

Wonwoo smirked, adjusting his glasses. “I play a lot.” 

It was the first time Mingyu saw him confident. And something about that lit a spark in his chest. 

°°°°°° 

As weeks passed, Mingyu and Wonwoo naturally gravitated toward each other. Lunches together became frequent. Late-night work sessions weren’t complete without Mingyu crashing at Wonwoo’s place. 

And slowly, Wonwoo changed.

He started speaking up in meetings. People noticed him. Praised him. For the first time, he felt seen.

And all of this—was because of Mingyu.

But what Wonwoo didn’t expect was his own growing attraction toward Mingyu. 

It started with small things. 

How Mingyu’s shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. How his sleeves were always rolled up, exposing toned forearms. How he ran his fingers through his damp hair after a shower, his skin still glistening. 

Then it got worse. 

One night, after another overtime session, Mingyu stepped out of the bathroom, hair wet, wearing a loose t-shirt that hung too low on his collarbone.

Wonwoo, who was sitting on the couch, froze. 

That was the moment he realized it.

He wasn’t just admiring Mingyu anymore. He wanted him.

°°°°°° 

One time a dream came out of nowhere. 

It started simple—Wonwoo and Mingyu was at his apartment, just like usual. But then, Mingyu leaned in too close. His lips barely brushing against his ear. His hands ghosting over Wonwoo’s waist. 

Wonwoo had never felt something like that before—heat curling low in his stomach, his body aching in ways he had never experienced. 

And then he woke up. 

Breathless. Flushed. 

He didn’t go back to sleep. He couldn’t. 

The image of Mingyu, panting above him, whispering his name, touching him—it was too much. 

Wonwoo knew. 

He wasn’t just attracted to Mingyu. 

He wanted Mingyu.

°°°°°°

8 months passed and the project was a success.Their team was praised, and the company threw a celebration dinner. 

Wonwoo, despite his progress, still felt overwhelmed by the socializing. So, he quietly slipped outside for air. 

Not long after, Mingyu followed.

“You okay?” Mingyu leaned beside him. 

Wonwoo hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Just needed a break.” 

They stood in silence for a moment, shoulders brushing. 

Then, before Wonwoo could overthink, he turned to Mingyu. 

“Do you… want to sleep over tonight?” 

Mingyu blinked. “Why? We don’t have work to finish.” 

Wonwoo swallowed. This was it. 

“Because…” He exhaled. “I’ve been thinking about you.” 

Mingyu’s breath caught. “Thinking?” 

Wonwoo’s ears turned red. “…I had a dream about you.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “A wet dream.” 

Mingyu stared, brain short-circuiting. 

Wait. 

Wait. 

Had he just… confessed? 

Mingyu’s mind reeled. This wasn’t how he planned it. 

He was supposed to confess first.

For weeks, he had been building up to it. He had planned something—something cute, something heartfelt. 

But Wonwoo beat him to it.

Mingyu let out a slow, disbelieving laugh.

“You… had a wet dream about me?” 

Wonwoo covered his face. “…Yeah.” 

Mingyu was in shock. A good kind of shock. 

Then, he grinned. He could work with this.

“You know,” Mingyu teased, “when people confess, they usually kiss the other person.” 

Wonwoo hesitated. Then actually leaned in.

The kiss was soft, fleeting. Just a brush of lips before Wonwoo started pulling away. 

But Mingyu wasn’t about to let it end there. 

Before Wonwoo could retreat, Mingyu grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in.

And kissed him—deeper, hungrier. 

When they finally pulled apart, Mingyu laughed breathlessly.

“You stole my confession,” he grumbled. 

Wonwoo raised a brow. “You were going to confess?” 

“Of course I was,” Mingyu pouted. “I had a plan. It was gonna be cute.” 

Wonwoo smirked. “Guess I beat you to it.” 

Mingyu huffed, but his eyes were fond. 

“…So, does this mean we’re dating now?” 

Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “Idiot.” 

But the way he squeezed Mingyu’s hand? 

That said everything. 

________________The end