Happy ending
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It was their final unit performance. The lights were blinding. The cheers were deafening. And Mingyu was seconds away from throwing up backstage.
“Stop pacing,” Wonwoo said calmly, tying his shoelaces. “You’re making the stage shake.”
“I’m nervous, okay?” Mingyu whisper-yelled. “What if I trip? What if I forget the lyrics? What if—what if I confess to you *on stage* and ruin everything?”
Wonwoo paused mid-tie. “Why would you confess to me on stage?”
Mingyu blinked. “What? I didn’t say that.”
“You literally just did.”
“…I meant metaphorically.”
Wonwoo stood, adjusting his mic. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Mingyu looked at him, wild-eyed. “I wasn’t *going* to confess. I mean—not unless you were into that. Are you into that? Should I—should I not—”
Wonwoo stepped forward, took Mingyu by the collar of his stage jacket, and kissed him.
Right there. Backstage. Before the final show.
Mingyu made a surprised squeak.
Wonwoo pulled back, eyes steady. “No more confessing on stage. Too many cameras.”
Mingyu touched his lips. “So… is this a yes?”
Wonwoo smiled faintly. “It’s a *shut up and focus or I’m not dating you*.”
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The performance was perfect.
For the first time, their movements were smooth. Their vocals clicked. The harmony was effortless. Even their notorious eye contact finally looked natural—though Seungcheol would later describe it as “so intense I thought they were going to kiss during the bridge.”
Fans screamed. Edits were made before the performance even ended. #minwon trended in three countries.
Backstage, after the final bow, the rest of the group swarmed them.
“You didn’t trip!” Hoshi exclaimed.
“And Wonwoo didn’t scowl once!” Seungkwan added.
“I *knew* you two were secretly in love,” Joshua said, sipping tea like a psychic.
Wonwoo ignored them all and handed Mingyu a water bottle. “You did well.”
Mingyu grinned, flushed with adrenaline. “You too.”
They sat side by side, backs against the wall, sharing earbuds and listening to the instrumental version of their unit song.
Mingyu reached over and laced their fingers together, shyly.
Wonwoo let him.
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---A Few Months Later---
They weren’t hiding it—but they weren’t shouting it either.
There were more late-night café runs (with properly secured coffee lids), joint live streams filled with inside jokes, and a mysteriously affectionate on-stage chemistry that had fans spiraling in full theory mode.
One night, during a group dinner, Mingyu proudly declared:
“I haven’t spilled anything on Wonwoo in *six months*!”
“That's because I stopped letting you hold things near me,” Wonwoo muttered.
Everyone laughed.
But when the room turned away, Wonwoo leaned over and whispered, “I’m proud of you.”
Mingyu blinked, smiling. “Really?”
Wonwoo nodded. “Also, I like you.”
Mingyu beamed. “You say that like it’s a secret.”
Wonwoo shrugged. “It kind of is. But I don’t mind if people figure it out.”
Mingyu looked at him for a long moment. “I’m going to marry you someday.”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “Let’s see if you can survive another month without spilling soy sauce on me first.”
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Their love didn’t begin with a kiss, or a song, or even a moment of understanding.
It began with a coffee spill and a quiet sigh.
And somehow, it became everything.
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