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“I’m not getting up. I refuse. I’m going to become a hermit,” Seungkwan said very seriously from beneath what felt like every blanket in their apartment. “Or a monk. Or a hermited monk. Don’t tell my mother, it would break her heart.”
“You wouldn’t last a day under a vow of silence,” Jeonghan said, patting the blanket-lump-that-was-once-Seungkwan. “Do you want me to order you coffee? Or food?”
“I want you to fix my life, hyung.”
Seungkwan is pretty sure he’s been cursed.
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“I just think you’d like them, unnie,” Chaebin said, batting her eyelashes with over the top aegyo. “I just want to help.”
There was something in her tone of voice that made Jisung feel like she was missing something, but before she could linger on it, Minha scoffed.
“Will you stop offering if I agree this once?” There’s a pause, and then, “Fine. One time. As long as they know I top. I know what your friends are like, Binnie.”
Jisung has a few realizations about herself that probably should've come sooner.
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“It’s what?” Jisung prodded. “You didn’t fall in the ocean, right? Hyung, if you drown because you refuse to learn how to swim, I’ll be sad.”
Minho rolled his eyes. “I didn’t fall in. Why are you trying to kill me off? It’s too cold to swim anyway.” He took a deep breath, tilting his head back, eyes squeezed shut. “It would be better if you were here. That’s all.”
“Yah, what’s that about?” Jisung asked, an edge of laughter in his voice. “Since when do you say things like this?”
Over the years: Minho, Jisung, all the things they’ve talked about, and the one thing they keep avoiding—until they can’t.
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“Jisung-ah,” he said, informal, familiar, and it sent a shiver up Jisung’s spine. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again this soon.”
Jisung tightened his grip on his bag. “You were expecting to see me?”
Minho just kept smiling serenely. “Hoping. Let me buy you a coffee.”
It wasn't that Jisung didn't believe in love at first sight. He just never expected something like that would happen to him.
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“Your sleep schedule is shit,” Minho said. He held up the bag with the earrings inside, swinging it in front of Jisung’s face. “Got you a present.”
Something slithered in Minho’s chest that was either an impending heart attack or nerves.
“Really?” Jisung looked between the bag and Minho’s face, eyes widening from half-closed sleepiness to their usual woodland creature size. “Why?”
Minho shrugged, and bounced the bag up and down. “Just because. Thought of you when I saw them.”
Minho maybe, sort of, possibly—accidentally—became Jisung's sugar daddy. He could stop, or... well, it's totally not a bad idea to see what would happen if he kept going, right?