Married on paper.
Tangled under the same roof.
They said it was just an arrangement-
So why do the nights feel real?
Author's Note:
This story is completely my own creation.
I didn't copy or take ideas from anyone. If any part of it happens to be si...
The day moved on like nothing had happened. But it wasn’t nothing. Not to Mingyu. Not after that morning. Not after Wonwoo’s silent nod. Not after that whisper: “Thank you.”
It clung to Mingyu like the warmth of a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no wild confession or sudden realization. But something in the way Wonwoo looked at him before leaving the bed—gentle, trusting—stayed.
They had breakfast together like usual, barely talking, as always. But today, it wasn’t the usual awkward silence. There was something else under it. Something softer.
Wonwoo stirred his coffee, his other hand resting on the table. Absentminded. Unaware. Mingyu looked at that hand for a long second.
He didn’t reach for it. Not yet. But he thought about it. And the thought alone made his heart thump.
“Are you free today?” Mingyu asked suddenly, voice casual but a little too hopeful.
Wonwoo blinked. “Why?”
“Just thought we could go out. Grocery or something. It’s been a while.”
Wonwoo looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes. “We literally went two days ago.”
“I know,” Mingyu said, grinning. “But that was for the fridge. I want snacks. And maybe—uh… air. I want air.”
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. “You want air?”
“Fresh air,” Mingyu corrected. “And maybe… a walk?”
Wonwoo was quiet for a few seconds. Then shrugged. “Fine.”
They left late afternoon. The air was cloudy but soft, the kind of weather where the sky looks like it wants to cry but is too lazy to.
They walked side by side, sometimes close, sometimes apart. Mingyu kept glancing at Wonwoo when he thought he wouldn’t notice.
They didn’t talk much, but it was comfortable. When they entered the store, Mingyu made a show of dramatically choosing snacks while Wonwoo rolled his eyes and threw the useful things into the basket.
At one point, Mingyu picked up a bag of spicy chips and waved it at Wonwoo. “Do you want this, baby?”
Wonwoo’s hand froze mid-air. He stared at Mingyu like he just screamed in the middle of the store.
Mingyu burst out laughing. “You should’ve seen your face!”
Wonwoo turned to walk away, but his ears were red.
“I’m joking, I’m joking,” Mingyu followed him, still laughing. “But hey. Married couples use cute names, you know?”
“We’re not that kind of married,” Wonwoo muttered.
Mingyu leaned closer, not touching, just enough to lower his voice. “We’re the kind that shares a bed now, though.”
Wonwoo stopped walking.
Mingyu stopped too.
For a second, they both stood there. The weight of the words between them heavier than expected.
Wonwoo didn’t say anything. But he didn’t walk away either.
Mingyu lowered his voice even more, teasing, gentle. “You clung to me like a koala, remember?”
Wonwoo looked at him sharply. “I was half-asleep.”
“You were full-on cuddling.”
“It was cold,” Wonwoo defended, but his voice had softened.
“I didn’t mind,” Mingyu said quietly. “I liked it.”
That made Wonwoo pause. Just for a second. Then he turned away and muttered, “Get your stupid chips.”
Mingyu smiled, walking after him again. His heart felt full in the most confusing way.
Back at the apartment, things slipped back into a routine, but something hung in the air now. Closer. Warmer.
Later that night, Mingyu walked into the bedroom, towel slung around his neck after a shower. Wonwoo was already in bed, blanket up to his chin, eyes closed but clearly not asleep.
Mingyu crawled into bed carefully. “Still cold?”
Wonwoo made a small sound that might’ve meant yes, might’ve meant nothing.
Mingyu hesitated. Then slowly, he reached out, pulling the blanket more evenly over them both. His hand brushed Wonwoo’s shoulder.
Wonwoo didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t say anything.
So Mingyu shifted just a little closer. Just enough to feel the warmth.
And when he finally closed his eyes, he swore he heard Wonwoo’s soft whisper against the silence.
“…Good night, Mingyu.”
Mingyu smiled in the dark.
“Good night, baby.”
He didn’t get smacked. So maybe, just maybe… the rules were starting to change.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okay wait— Did y’all see that?? Did Mingyu really just drop the "baby" bomb and didn’t get smacked, roasted, or emotionally destroyed?? 😭👏 Growth. Courage. Possibly witchcraft??
Wonwoo just blinked from the bed like: “…I’ll allow it. Just this once.”
Anyway, congratulations to Mingyu for surviving his boldest move yet 🫡 Let’s all take a moment of silence for his confidence. May it never be this reckless again (jk pls let it).
— Lumi (still not my real name, still very real clown energy 🤡) (≧▽≦)
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