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“Okay first of all,” Hanbin says, putting his glass down pointedly on the table, “you asked me out. I said yes, so you should be honored by my presence.”
Youngjae laughs. He always beams sunlight when he laughs. “Only because you couldn’t spit the words out after literally ten minutes. I timed it. A full. Ten. Minutes..” God he’s so adorable when he laughs. Even when he’s laughing at Hanbin.
Hanbin scoffs. “I could have been about to ask anything.” He wasn’t. “I could have asked like. Why you had the audacity to breathe the same air as me.”
“Sure.” Youngjae waves a hand dismissively. “Sure. You weren’t going to ask me out, and this isn’t a date.”
“No need to go that far!” Hanbin picks up a potato wedge and raises it to Youngjae’s lips. “This is absolutely a date. One that you asked me out on, in this wonderful restaurant you selected. Get your facts straight.”
“Right.”
“For our children.”
Youngjae chokes on his mouthful of potato.
“My,” a voice pipes up from behind Hanbin. “I’m glad you guys are having fun, but I must insist that you avoid killing someone in our restaurant.”
Hanbin’s blood freezes. He turns in his seat slowly.
Wonwoo smiles at him. “At the very least, can you wait until we close?”
Wonwoo. As in Hanbin’s ex from freshman year. “… Hi.”
Youngjae finishes fighting for air. “Sorry,” he gasps. “He displayed unexpected humor.”
Hanbin turns at him, affronted. “‘Unexpected’?” Sure, he may not have plenty of social skills but he always thought he had some aura of whimsy. Definitely not like Wonwoo, who was serious and quiet all the time and also waiting on their table.
“I’m fine,” Youngjae insist. He downs his water and coughs to clear his airway. “Sorry to cause a scene.”
Wonwoo shoots Hanbin a look. A complicated one that Hanbin doesn’t know how to decipher. “Alright. If you need anything, I’ll be… around.” And that was said with what Hanbin swears was an ominous smirk.
Hanbin waits until Wonwoo’s far enough to definitely not be eavesdropping. “You okay?”
Youngjae leans back against his chair. “You may have some potential after all.”
“Potential for what?”
“May I refill your glass, gentlemen?” A hand reaches for Hanbin’s water glass, and he sees a small and… very familiar tattoo near by the wrist.
“Oh my god,” Hanbin whispers. He doesn’t dare raise his eyes.
“Here you go, I hope you’re having a wonderful evening, sir.” Changkyun sets Hanbin’s glass back down on the table, and there’s a hatefully sardonic lilt to the corner of his lips.
Those lips that Hanbin so thoroughly enjoyed watching wrapped around his-
“May I ask how you’re enjoying dining with us this evening?” Changkyun asks, now topping up Youngjae’s water.
Youngjae beams up at who Hanbin sincerely hopes is just a case of mistaken identity. “It’s lovely, thank you.” He’s just so polite. It’s adorable. Hanbin would love to make him laugh all day and make him moan his name all night.
“Sure, man.” Changkyun looks at Hanbin. His eyebrow is raised. Like he’s daring Hanbin to say a word. “Is there anything I can help you with, sir? Some more finger food, maybe? A nice bottle of wine? Maybe a goodbye text for when you get bored?”
Yeah, Hanbin deserved that one. It was not one of his proudest moments.
“Do you two know each other?” Youngjae asks after Changkyun leaves.
“Vaguely,” Hanbin mutters. His heart is pounding. What the fuck.
“Sure seemed more than just vaguely,” Youngjae presses. But he relents when he sees the sheer discomfort Hanbin is wallowing in. “But hey, whatever, right?”
Hanbin rouses himself. “Yeah, exactly. It’s just whatever. Hey, do you wanna get out of here?”
Youngjae furrows his eyebrows. “Not in the mood for dessert?”
Hanbin moves to put his jacket on. “I’m sure we can get dessert anywhere else.”
A hand lays heavily on Hanbin’s shoulder. “Oh but we have such a wide selection for you to choose from.” Of course. Of course. Why wouldn’t Ten be here? Right here, where Hanbin is on a date? Why wouldn’t his third and last ex be right here exactly where Hanbin absolutely would not want to be found dead in? “May I offer you a dessert menu? Our chocolate lava cake is known to be better than sex.” He smiles at Youngjae, but Hanbin is dead sure that smile was meant for him. “I can vouch for that. Definitely better than the sex I had recently.”
Okay, ouch. That was foul. And definitely a reach; Hanbin made sure Ten enjoyed every minute of their time in bed. And on the dining table. And once in the back alley of Ten’s apartment.
“Maybe I’ll have that, then.” Youngjae glances aside at Hanbin. “Just to hedge my bets for the night.”
“Hey.” Hanbin fights back his pout. He absolutely should not be pouting right now, not when his performance has been brought into question. “I’ll have you know that I am definitely better than some random chocolate cake.”
Ten makes a sound. Hanbin swears it was a scoff.
“One chocolate cake, then,” Ten repeats. “So this evening won’t be a total disaster.” And he walks off with a gait that Hanbin’s sure is directed at him somehow. He hopes that doesn’t sound narcissistic.
“Interesting wait staff they have here, huh,” says Youngjae, finally.
“They were a bit too friendly, I think,” Hanbin opines. “Uncomfortably so.”
“Oh I dunno.” Youngjae waves at someone over Hanbin’s shoulder. “They’re pretty nice to me.”
“That’s because you’re adorable and everyone loves you.” Hanbin gets an itch in his head. He turns to look at whom Youngjae’s waving, and he makes eye contact with all three banes of his existence.
“Maybe you just need to get to know them better.” And now there’s more than just a hint of teasing in Youngjae’s voice. “They’re pretty friendly at home.”
Hanbin slowly looks back at Youngjae.
Youngjae’s smile radiates sunlight like a scorching summer. “We all live together.”
