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‘’Some say that loving and devouring are all the same thing.’’
— C. S. Lewis; Till We Have Faces, Book 1
“Remember Seokmin-ah, the forest is full of dangers.” His grandmother had warned him back when he was seven years old, bright eyed and small wandering hands as he watched her work her magic into a bubbling cauldron. “Never stay after dark, lest you find yourself preyed upon by the beasts that roam the woodland.”
The sky is a vibrant shade of orange and pink like watercolor spilled on wet canvas, stretching across the horizon as the sun started to make its slow descent, with dark clouds soon approaching the vibrant sky.
Seokmin stretches out from his crouch on the forest floor, dusting off the dirt and soil that clung to his hands and clothes from his latest foraging. His old woven basket is full to the brim with herbs and few other ingredients he needed for his last batch of potion.
With winter soon approaching, he’d gotten an influx of orders that ranged from conjuring flames for the cold to making the perfect batch of pumpkin pie in the snap of a finger. Seokmin had been working nonstop since the break of dawn, and with his ingredients quickly depleting he had no choice but to make a quick trip to the forest in order to restock.
He had been far too immersed in the mundane task of picking up herbs and mushrooms that he had completely lost track of time. With nightfall fast approaching, he couldn’t wait to get back home and start working on his last order of the day, a healing potion that could cure even the worst of injuries. A rare potion that would definitely earn him enough gold to get the latest witch broom in the black market.
He’s been using the witch broom his late grandmother had gifted him back when he was still under her apprenticeship, and while the old thing still functioned and got his deliveries in the nick time, he’s been noticing a lot more chips and splinters on the wood recently.
It was definitely time for an upgrade.
With his thoughts preoccupied at the prospect of getting a brand new product, Seokmin nearly dropped his basket when a loud whine startled him from his daydreaming.
The sound was far too close for his liking and the fact that he hadn't felt any sort of presence until the noise was enough to unnerve him. It was never safe to wander in the forest alone at night, his grandmother had told him enough times how many witches have gotten badly hurt from their ignorance towards the forest’s dangers.
Even with his years of experience foraging the forest, Seokmin was by no means capable of fighting off any of the creatures that wandered the wilderness. His expertise lies solely in potions brewing and having the greenest thumb in their small village. The first place ribbon he’d won for growing the largest pumpkin during last year’s harvest sits proudly by his kitchen window, its golden lace enough to attest such a bold claim.
Taking his staff and basket with him, Seokmin starts to leave hurriedly only to stop in his tracks when the loud whining continues, closer this time.
Turning to the sound, Seokmin casts his staff towards his left to let the orange light of his lantern illuminate what was making the noise.
A wild berry bush rustles only a few feet from him and Seokmin steals his nerves with a nervous gulp.
“Come out of there,” he orders despite the tremble in his voice. “Show yourself.”
It takes a second, one shaky exhale from Seokmin’s lips, before black fur begins to emerge from the bush.
Red eyes meet his own, and in one exhale, he is face to face with the biggest dog he’s ever seen in his life.
There’s a nasty wound on its left paw, crimson blood dripping from the open cut as the dog slowly hobbled closer, and his heart immediately melts upon seeing the animal’s pitiful state.
“You’re hurt,” Seokmin says, caution thrown out of the window when he crouches down to the dog’s height and the animal lets him run his hand over its head appreciatively, as if thankful for his gentle touch. “You poor thing, where’s your owner?”
Looking around, Seokmin doesn’t spot anyone frantically looking for their injured pet, and as the sky turns darker by the minute, he makes a decision to take the dog home.
“Let’s get your wound treated and cleaned up at my place.” He offers with a kind smile.
As if understanding him, the dog lets out an excited bark and quietly follows Seokmin back to his small cottage near the edge of the forest.
The trip was a lot slower since he made sure the injured stray was able to keep up with his pace, he would stop every few minutes to wait for the animal to catch up when he unintentionally walked faster. By the time they were able to reach Seokmin’s home, the sun had long since set and the sight of a full moon greeted them across a dark starless sky.
“Well, this is home.” Seokmin announces, opening his front door for the dog as he gestures widely across the cottage to show off the cozy interior he’s worked so hard to put together on his own. The dog looked around with trepidation at first, dark nose pointed to sniff the air as his ears listened in for any danger. After deeming his house safe, Seokmin sees the dog’s tail start to wag back and forth happily.
“Come on, boy. Let me get that wound checked up for you.” He says, beckoning the black dog towards his bathroom as he begins to take out his bag of herbal medicine from the cabinet above the sink. If he remembers correctly, he still had a jar full of healing balm that would hopefully work on the dog’s injury as well.
Surprsing enough, the large dog was a lot more obedient than Seokmin expected. Not once did the animal try to bare its teeth at him, even when Seokmin applied the balm on the open wound, the dog only continued to watch him curiously, with almost startlingly intelligent eyes.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a dog as smart as you.” Seokmin says once he’d done wrapping the injury with a clean cloth. Giving the dog gentle pat for a job well done, Seokmin begins to stand before turning to face the animal with a smile.
“Let’s get you some food, you must be starving.” He says softly, letting his hand drift down to stroke behind the dog’s ears.
Immediately, the dog barks in excitement and turns, padding over to his kitchen. Seokmin follows, equally amused and amazed by the dog’s intelligence. “You really are clever, aren’t you?” He says with a fond shake of his hand.
If he wasn’t so preoccupied in his own thoughts of what to make for dinner, he would have heard the animal snort at his comment.
Dinner was a lively affair now that he’s finally had some company, even if said company was a far too large black dog with the reddest pair of eyes Seokmin has ever seen. He’ll have to ask Seungcheol what kind of breed had eyes as red as the ones currently staring up at him.
“What is it, boy?” Seokmin asks, taking note of the spotless bowl laying a few inches from where the dog sat quietly. It had been full of boiled pork only a few seconds ago, he muses. “Do you want seconds?” He asks and an answering bark has him laughing as he begins to fill the bowl once again.
“When was the last time you’ve eaten?” Seokmin huffed when the dog didn’t move an inch as it began scarfing down its second serving. “Still, I’m glad to see you’re eating so well. Oh, I’m Seokmin by the way.” He introduced himself as the dog stared at him with a curious tilt of his head. “It’s nice to meet you, though I wish I knew what to call you, boy.”
As if understanding his frustration, the dog leaned over and began to lick him in the cheek with his warm tongue, surprising another laugh from Seokmin at the animal’s surprising attempt to cheer him up.
“You’re awfully smart for an animal,” Seokmin starts, petting the dog’s head playfully. “Can I call you Min-jun?” Seokmin suggests.
The dog only whined at him in answer, proceeding to rub his face in the crook of Seokmin’s neck as if asking him to change his mind. “Sorry but I can’t think of anything else, so I guess you’ll have to settle with that for now, boy.”
The dog whined even louder, seemingly frustrated with his decision, and Seokmin couldn’t help but snort at the dog’s surprisingly human behavior.
Turning his attention back to his own food, Seokmin starts eating as well, happy to finally have someone to eat dinner with. The rest of the evening is spent washing the dishes and finishing up on his orders, with the black dog following Seokmin around like a shadow.
By the time the moon was hanging high over the sky, he was finally done with his last batch of potions and was about to get ready for bed.
He spots the dog lying on his couch, a giant ball of black fur that immediately startles awake upon hearing Seokmin’s approaching footsteps.
“Sorry to wake you, boy.” Seokmin apologizes with a gentle stroke to the animal’s head. “Just wanted to check on your injury, is all.”
Red eyes meet his gaze for a second before the dog untangles from its curl to offer its injured paw to him.
“Clever boy,” he coos, making sure to tighten the loosened wrap before finally deeming his work done. “You can sleep here for the night, I’ll go wash up and get ready for bed as well.”
The dog seems to understand his words and curls back to a ball while he begins to shower and changes into his pajamas, a silk nightgown with long sleeves and delicate lace and ribbons. It’s probably the most expensive nightwear he owns, but he can’t bring himself to regret putting it on tonight. As long as he feels pretty wearing it, he hardly cares if no one else is there to appreciate the expensive silk with him.
It occurs to him as he crawls between the sheets that he might have been a tad bit careless to let such a large animal stay for the night, but he’s too exhausted to care about the dangers of letting the stray sleep inside his home. Besides, Seokmin would have felt far too guilty if he’d left the injured dog to fend for his own in the forest.
And it wasn’t like the dog was going to suddenly attack him in his sleep, Seokmin reasons with himself as he snuggles closer to his pillows. His entire cottage was enchanted with a protective talisman, and he even made sure to close his bedroom door so that the dog had no way of getting in, so he was perfectly safe to crash in for the night.
Closing his eyes, he was more than ready to fall asleep but for some reason his mind refuses to shut up. He’s not sure how much time passes with him tossing and turning to find the comfiest spot to fall asleep to, but after a few more failed attempts, his eyes open and he groans in annoyance.
He checks for the time and groans even louder when he notices just how late it already was.
Turning to lie on his back, he tries not to think too much as he pulls the sheets off and slowly slips his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, sliding between his raised thighs to find himself already sticky, wet, and unreasonably hot. He can’t resist pressing and circling his aching clit, working quickly to bring himself to climax.
He bites his lower lips and raises his hips off the mattress just as he sinks two fingers inside, his opposite hand instinctively holding onto the headboard from how good the friction is when he’s nearly throbbing for it. It’s been so long since he’s touched himself and it doesn’t take much to push him to the edge.
Just as his eyes begin to blur from the pleasure, he hears a latch click and the door to his bedroom swings wide open. He sobers immediately, a flush creeping up his neck as he quickly wipes his hand on the sheet, embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
“Who’s there?”
No one answers. But the bed dips suddenly, and the sound of heavy breathing fills his ears as something cold and wet presses against his cheek.
“Oh!” He reaches out, brushing a hand across thick black fur. “You startled me, boy.”
The dog only nudges his cheek with his nose before curling up there beside him, and the knot in his chest eases a little. Laying back down beside him, Seokmin sighs, and in the next second his eyes finally drift shut.
“Are you here to keep me company, Min-jun?” he mumbles into his soft fur, his warmth finally lulling him off to sleep. “That’s awfully kind of you to do, but I’d appreciate it if you knocked next time.”
“Seokmin.” Seokmin feels a hot breath on his ear, and in seconds, a wet tongue is running across his neck. “Mine… My mate…”
He gasps. The space between his legs is swirling with heat. He could feel something, something wet, and it is- it’s licking him down there- and Seokmin is-he is going to burst from the heat.
A cry is stuck in his throat. One slow lick. Two. He can’t move. He can’t move.
Seokmin lurches up in bed, sweat on his brow, thighs squeezing so tightly together. It takes him a second to realize where he is.
When he opens his eyes again, he meets crimson eyes with pupils blown so wide that the black is nearly swallowing the red.
A large figure loomed over him, its body caging Seokmin completely.
He bites down the urge to scream.
“Min-jun?” He asks, eyeing the creature with panicked eyes. “Is that you?”
The shadowed creature tilts his head in thought and the movement offers Seokmin a moment to see the creature’s face clearly.
The moonlight seeping through his window was enough to illuminate thick dark fur and red eyes. The beast looked so much like the kind and thoughtful dog, and yet Seokmin could only notice too sharp teeth and animalistic hunger in its eyes.
He couldn’t see a trace of the dog’s earlier gentleness.
And that’s when it dawned onto Seokmin that he had made a terrible decision to bring the dog into his home.
For the dog wasn’t a dog at all.
It was just Seokmin’s luck that he was stupid enough to forget the existence of werewolves when faced with an injured animal in the middle of the forest.
The wolf leaned closer, its claws digging into Seokmin’s skin from the movement. He moves his face away, bracing himself for whatever it was planning to do to him.
“Seokmin,” the wolf groaned above him, voice barely human as it buried its face in the crook of his neck before breathing deeply. “Mine.”
He gasps and the wolf opens its mouth, sharp canines protruding to rake itself lightly on the delicate skin of his neck.
“Please stop.” Seokmin sobbed, and the wolf stills upon his words.
Red eyes meet his own, and as if sensing his distress, the wolf moves to lick at his tears as it begins to emit a soft rumbling sound to try and sooth him.
Once his breathing manages to calm down, he starts to feel shaking above him, and when he turns to look at the wolf, he could see something was happening to the creature.
He watches, wide eyed as dark fur begins to turn into tanned skin as the wolf’s body slowly begins to change to something a lot more familiar until he’s staring at a human torso with defined muscles full of scars.
His eyes slowly move up to meet a handsome face, with short black hair, a sharp jawline, and eyes the same shade as freshly spilled blood.
“Need you,” The man muttered, moving his face closer to get another whiff of Seokmin’s neck. He buries his face in the crook of Seokmin’s neck before nuzzling closer.
“Seokmin,” he panted harshly, wet tongue licking at the base of his neck all the way up to his jaws. “My Seokmin.”
“Why are you doing this,” Seokmin cried, trying to push himself from the man, only for strong hands to grab his wrist and pin him down.
“Let me have you.” He heard him whisper against his ear. “I want to make you mine.”
“Stop it, Min-jun” Seokmin began to sob, powerless against the man’s sheer strength. “Please let me go.”
The man only tightened his hold, gripping Seokmin’s wrist with a single hand, while his other hand began to roam across Seokmin’s body. Callused fingertips ran across his nightgown, touching and groping until they settled on his chest, circling one of his nipples over the silk.
“That is not my name.” The man spoke evenly, though his touch became rougher as they pinched and pulled until Seokmin cried out.
“My name is Mingyu,” he says slowly, gaze never leaving Seokmin’s face. “Make sure to remember it.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” Seokmin asks, his vision blurring from unshed tears. “I don’t understand.”
Mingyu seems to consider his words before his expression turns incredibly soft, a complete shift to the intensity of his gaze moments ago. “You helped me and tended to my injury,” Mingyu started, offering Seokmin his left hand to show him the already healing wound. “You’ve even offered me food and shelter, I want to repay your kindness by making you mine.”
“What—”
“Let me have you, Seokmin.” Mingyu cuts him off with a gentle hand circling his thigh. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” he adds, laying kisses upon his wet lashes.
Seokmin takes a ragged breath. It’s just one night, what more harm could he do?
"I won't stop you."
Mingyu smiles against his cheek, sharp canines poking out before kissing his lips.
The kiss turns hungrier, with Mingyu parting Seokmin’s lips with his tongue, evading every crevice of his mouth, drinking in Seokmin’s moans as he sucks on his tongue and then bottom lip before letting it go with a lewd pop.
"I can’t wait to have my mouth all over you." He says, mouthing at Seokmin’s neck, careful not to bite just yet as he sucks purple bruises into his skin. Seokmin moans at the sensation. It's good, even the littlest of brushes feel so much after going so long without having anyone else in his bed.
“Pretty.” He says as his eyes are raking all over his body appreciatively. “Do you like it when I call you that, Seokmin?” Mingyu asks upon feeling him shiver beneath him.
“And so sensitive too,” Mingyu coos after running a finger across the collar of his nightgown, enjoying the way Seokmin’s cheeks began to color at his teasing.
Without any prompting, Mingyu pulls at the fabric and a tongue latches on one of nipples, licking and sucking wantonly.
"W-wait!'' Seokmin cries, hands flying up to push Mingyu off of him but he doesn't budge, suckling at his chest even harder. He can feel wetness rushing out of his cunt from the attention.
Mingyu’s hand starts tracing the lines of his thighs and squeezing the milky skin right before a calloused finger starts pushing past his underwear and into his soaking cunt.
“Already so wet for me too.” Mingyu whispers, pumping his fingers before bending them to rub at his walls. His thumb begins to circle his aching clit, and a whine slips out of his lips.
“Your cunt is taking my fingers in so well,” Mingyu praises, scissoring his digits until Seokmin’s panting and whining for him to keep going.
“Won’t you let me have a taste, my pretty little witch?” Mingyu asks, tilting his head at him with a quirk of his brow.
“Please.” Seokmin nearly cries.
He watches, transfixed as Mingyu slowly takes his fingers out of his cunt and starts licking the digits clean of Seokmin’s slick.
“Mingyu, please.” He goads, desperation in his voice.
Mingyu doesn’t waste another second, he moves himself lower, pushes his nightgown above his waist to take in the sight of his soaked panties. He places a gentle kiss on his inner thighs, and pushes his underwear down his legs, marveling at Seokmin’s wetness.
Seokmin moans at the first lick, unable to care about how loud he was being when Mingyu’s tongue is prodding against her swollen, sensitive clit. He takes his clit in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub before sucking until Seokmin is shaking from the stimulation. He tries to wiggle out but Mingyu’s arms keep him locked in place, unable to do anything but take everything he was being given.
Mingyu doesn’t even give him a moment to steady his breathing when he starts licking into his hole, greedily lapping up the slick there, rolling the flavor around on his tongue before he dips back in for more.
He licks a fat stripe up from where wetness oozes out of his pussy, dipping in and swirling to work him open. Mingyu is relentless in pulling out the highest and breathless moans from his lips, and just when Seokmin thinks he’s reached the edge, he feels thick fingers entering him.
Mingyu’s fingers pushed their way inside him one at a time until he’s three fingers in, stroking Seokmin’s walls until his pussy was sopping and moaning Mingyu’s name frantically.
As if sensing his impending orgasm, the fingers inside him began to thrust harder and his clit was sucked until Seokmin’s toes were curling and his fists were clenching his sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was so close, just one more push and—
“Haah— M-Mingyu— Please, please, please— Oooh!” Seokmin shakes and shakes, crying as he leaks. But just as he was about to tip over the edge, Mingyu withdrew his tongue to lap at his twitching hole before letting go.
Seokmin cries at the loss.
“Even your tears look so pretty,” Mingyu praises, wiping the slick off of his wet chin. His voice is rough with arousal. “Can’t wait to put my cock inside you.” He thumbs at Seokmin’s pussy, pulling at the surrounding skin to reveal the pink inside. Seokmin whines and uses what little strength he has to push his hips back to his touch.
“Please, Mingyu, please,” Seokmin asks, drooling a little. He feels so good but he still hasn’t been properly fucked yet. He’s sure Mingyu’s cock will be more than enough, especially after what his tongue can do.
“You don’t have to ask me for anything, love.” Mingyu makes quick work of tapping the tip of his cock against Seokmin’s cunt, sliding it around in Seokmin’s slick languidly.
“Oh,” Seokmin nearly chokes on the sensation, even from the touch of Mingyu’s cock he can tell it’s thick, probably bigger than anything he’s ever taken before.
“I’ll make you feel so good,” Mingyu assures him. “I’ll take care of you.”
Seokmin is not sure why but a part of him just wants Mingyu to shove it in him already.
“Please.”
The head of Mingyu’s cock pops in smoothly, and his cunt draws him in hungrily.
They both moan at the breach, with Mingyu’s cock stretching him out like nothing else. His body feels like he’s being split into two, his cunt accommodating the intrusion by leaking even more slick.
Mingyu groans and begins to shallowly thrust his hips.
The intrusion feels endless, and the push is maddening, pressing against every part of his insides. It was wonderful how full Mingyu fills him. Seokmin’s head feels full of cotton, every inch of Mingyu emptying out his mind.
Mingyu keeps pushing until the base of his cock is flush to Seokmin’s cunt. “Is it good, darling?”
Seokmin feels more slick leak from him, the whole of his body mixed up from being called something so endearing, unused to hearing such blind devotion directed towards himself.
Seokmin doesn’t answer, only whining in reply, still breathless from the sheer girth of Mingyu’s cock.
“You smell so heavenly, I could get drunk from your scent.” Mingyu bends down to kiss his neck. Seokmin nuzzles against him wordlessly, offering his neck for the man.
“I’m going to move now,” Mingyu announces, his hands coming to hold his hips firmly.
“H-hold on-” Seokmin manages, he hasn’t gotten used to his size yet and he might actually just split into two if Mingyu starts moving.
“I promised to make you feel, Seokmin,” Mingyu says calmly before snapping his hips roughly. “And I intend to do just that.”
Mingyu maintains a bruising pace. His grip is firm, holding Seokmin still despite all his quivering.
Seokmin’s mouth hangs in an open mouthed scream. His eyes close involuntarily from the pleasure of Mingyu’s brutal pace, letting out little punched out cries as Mingyu continues to fuck into him like a rag doll, his body going limp in his hold.
Mingyu’s thrusts are hard and relentless, and when he angled his hips to hit that one spot in Seokmin that had him throwing his head back in a choked out cry, Mingyu wordlessly angled his thrusts accordingly to hit that one spot over and over with brutal accuracy.
Seokmin knows he’s crying from the pleasure, tears spilling out to trail down his cheeks and Mingyu wordlessly licks at his tears, kissing his eyelids with so much tenderness that it has Seokmin crying for an entirely different reason.
Mingyu’s looking at him with such a lovesick expression on his handsome face, as if he’s looking at someone beautiful and worthy of affection that Seokmin felt his walls tightening around his cock.
It was all too much.
“I’m so close, Mingyu.” Seokmin sobs.
“Then come for me, my Seokmin.” Mingyu says, fucking into him faster.
When Seokmin comes, he does so with his nails digging into the skin of Mingyu’s shoulders, his head thrown back with a broken moan of Mingyu’s name slipping past his lips. His orgasm seems to spur Mingyu on, and he fucks into Seokmin harder, harder, until he’s movements turn erratic and his the red of his eyes are nearly consumed by darkness.
“I'm gonna come inside you,” he whispers, like he can't quite believe it yet. “I wanna—I’m gonna come so deep in you. Gonna fuck my knot so deep into you, Seokmin, will you let me?” Mingyu sounds so desperate, but still kind enough to ask, such a sheer contrast with the filth he’s whispering in Seokmin’s ears.
His words spread like fire through his body, inflaming a desire Seokmin didn’t know he had, and he shudders when Mingyu’s fingers stretch out over his belly in awe. “Wanna knock you up, Seokmin—wanna put a pup in you.” He says, rubbing Seokmin’s stomach almost reverently. “Want everyone to see how good I fucked you.”
“Do it, please,” Seokmin hears himself say, goading Mingyu further until he can feel Mingyu’s pace becoming erratic and his panting louder. “Fill me up. Bite me. Make me your—”
“Mine.” Mingyu’s teeth are on his skin before he knows it, biting down to lay his claim. “My pretty little witch, you’re doing so well. Can’t wait to see you swell with my seed.”
Seokmin chokes on a scream, white-hot pleasure shooting through his body, sparks dancing behind his eyelids. His cunt squirts, coming for a second time.
"My Seokmin, my pretty, lovely mate," Mingyu chants into his ear, nursing the wound of their mating mark with his tongue.
Mingyu’s knot swells inside of him, stretching his walls out like he’s never felt before. Mingyu comes deep inside him, molten and thick, filling him up all the way.
“You take me so well,” Mingyu praises, rubbing tenderly at Seokmin’s belly before settling at the swelling skin where his cock still lies buried deep within him.
Seokmin whines in reply.
Mingyu huffs out a laugh before nuzzling his neck and placing a tender kiss on his lips. Taking Seokmin by the waist, Mingyu gently moves so that he’s lying comfortably on him, with a protective arm secured around his waist.
He can feel the hard thumping of Mingyu’s heartbeat as he laid his head on top of his chest, could almost hear it when he closed his eyes.
"What a big heart I have,” Mingyu murmurs. “All the better to love you with."
Laughter bubbles out of his chest and into the quiet room upon hearing his words, and Seokmin tilts his head enough to lock his gaze with Mingyu’s. Love and devotion swimming across the crimson of irises.
Slowly, he reaches out to run his hands up the wolf’s face before settling to his head, running his fingers across his short hair, watching how Mingyu’s face begins to relax. His eyes closed in content and he could feel a familiar rumbling from his chest.
“Do you really love me?” Seokmin asks, unable to stop himself from asking the one question that’s been haunting his mind since the first time he’s heard Mingyu’s confession.
Mingyu’s eyes open—ruby colored eyes staring right at Seokmin— seeing him, seeing right through him; beneath skin and bones, until he’s looking directly at his very soul with such unwavering devotion that it takes Seokmin’s breath away.
Slowly, Mingyu’s hand reaches up to brush against the hand on his hair, taking his hand and slowly bringing Seokmin’s palm to his lips for a chaste kiss.
“I do, darling.” Mingyu answers, “More than anything else in the world.”
“Alright.” Seokmin says, unable to voice out the million other things he’s feeling upon receiving such a straightforward answer.
Mingyu grins at him, seeming to understand as he tightens his hold around Seokmin’s waist.
"I will make you so happy," Mingyu says, running his fingers across his back. "Can you imagine being it, loved by me?"
"Yes," Seokmin replies, curling into him as he presses his head closer, hoping to listen to Mingyu’s steadying heartbeat for the rest of his life.
He feels Mingyu kissing the top of his head, before he hears a quiet “Good night, Seokmin.”
In the next heartbeat, Seokmin was fast asleep in Mingyu’s embrace.