my love, mine all mine
It’s hard to even remember to breathe, it’s warm like lying under the sun in August; and Jeonghan thinks, for someone born in spring, Mingyu kisses like summer’s in his blood. It’s the warmest thing he’s ever known, and he thinks, if someone like that ever loved him, it’d set him on fire.
(Or, the one where Jeonghan and Mingyu start hooking up in secret, and Jeonghan has to face the mortifying ordeal of being known.)
