gyuhao

• we just met (but i think i'm falling for you)
  • in which minghao's life is loveless, and his friends think blind dates are the answer.
• mindsight perks
  • Minghao can read minds but he never considered it as a blessing nor a curse. At least until hearing Kim Mingyu's thoughts about him in class . . .
• knew you wouldn’t fold
  • What kind of feelings do you attach to a boy you made out with at a party, on your own terms? It’s not regret, even if Minghao had broken his self-imposed rules of no frat boys.
  • Maybe it’s anticipation.
• crank up the speed
  • (“Okay— fine, but—” Mingyu stutters, then finally gives up on finesse and just snaps, “my cookies are fabulous. Do not. Question it.”
  • “I’m sure they are,” Minghao says. “It’s just that mine are better.”
  • “I have ninety-four percent customer satisfaction,” Mingyu hisses.
  • “Ninety-four percent.”
  • Minghao scoffs. “That’s probably just because you’re hot.” Wait. What?)
  • [Minghao's a pastry chef at the Mix Unit, and he's got three things to tell you: (1) it's a nice place, with the exception of Kim Mingyu, who's a fucking asshole; (2) Minghao's not attracted to Mingyu whatsoever, despite what Jun might have to say, and (3) Jisoo suffers a whole lot and deserves a fucking break.]
• who am i when i’m not around
  • “You know what you should do?” Hansol says, a hand covering his mouth full of appetizers. “You should write to that ‘Dear The8’ guy.”
  • Mingyu raises an eyebrow. “What?”
  • Swallowing and laughing a little, Hansol explains, “He’s a student at our university and this big love expert. Everybody writes to complain about their love life and this ‘the 8 signs of love’ guy helps them figure their shit out. So you write to him, and get advice. You follow it, and then this art boy can dick you down and the curse will be broken, and we can be humans again.”
  • •
  • “The 8 Signs of Love” is a smash hit at Kim Mingyu’s university, with anyone submitting their love woes for “Dear The8” to fix. Lately he’s been hearing from “Puppy Love,” a woebegone Mingyu hopelessly crushing on a pretty boy from his design-for-theatre class, but has no idea how to break through. The8 coaches him through the simple steps, and Xu Minghao notices a certain tall, dark, and handsome acting major named Kim Mingyu trying to merge into his lane.
• me and my husband
  • There’s a delicate gold band on his third finger, exactly the same as Minghao’s.
  • “Signed paper… rings…” Mingyu ticks off on his fingers. “We’re both naked…”
  • “Please stop talking,” Minghao says, grinding his palms into his eyes.
  • “I can’t put up with you right now.”
  • “That’s not a nice thing to say to your husband,” Mingyu says, far too pleased with himself.
• last christmas i gave you my heart (maybe next year)
  • Last Christmas, Minghao gave his heart away. This year, well, it no longer matters. He doesn’t have another heart to give, and even if he did, Minghao doesn’t think he could love someone, human or otherwise, as much as he loved Mingyu.