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“Some of the international students are having a party on Saturday, do you wanna come with?”
“I have a Stats test coming up,” Joshua says, not looking up from his laptop. Across the table Minghao snorts, clearly unimpressed.
“You always have a test coming up. This is why Mijoo broke up with you, you know.”
“You always do, too,” Joshua retorts automatically. “And Mijoo transferred campuses, you know that.”
The way Minghao smirks makes Joshua pause, a horrible thought dawning on him. “ … you didn’t sleep with her, did you?”
He eyes her warily as he says it, trepidation building, but Minghao only wrinkles her nose and waves a dismissive hand in response.
“Obviously not,” she says. “Mijoo’s straight.”
Maybe it’s obvious to Minghao, but Joshua had thought Boo Seungkyung was straight, too, until she and Minghao hooked up not even forty-eight hours after Joshua broke up with her. She’s co-chair of the campus LGBT+ society now.
It would be fine if that was the only time, but Minghao slept with Kwon Sooyoung right after Joshua broke up with her, too, and at this point he does kind of think maybe it’s something like a pattern.
INTERLUDE
six months ago
“So how was your weekend?” Minghao asks, only sounding partially interested. Usually this is when Joshua would say something vaguely positive and she’d hum in vague acknowledgment before getting back to work, but this time Joshua surprises himself.
“I don’t know,” he says. “Kind of weird.”
Minghao looks up, clearly not expecting that. When Joshua doesn’t immediately follow that up she just stares at him, waiting. The back of his neck starts to heat up a little.
“Well, you know Sooyoung,” he starts, and Minghao nods. She’s got her hands wrapped around a cup of tea, deep circles carved under her eyes. “She’s usually really cute, right? Like, sweet.”
Minghao makes a considering face like she really needs to think about it, then nods again, more slowly this time.
“She took me to a party with her friends on Saturday and it was … ” Joshua trails off, not sure how to phrase it. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Minghao asks skeptically.
Joshua grimaces. He should have known she wouldn’t let him get away with that. Minghao doesn’t let anyone get away with anything.
“Okay, so first of all, all her friends are guys — ”
Minghao’s eyes narrow immediately, and Joshua trails off. He can’t actually tell if she’s judging Sooyoung for having guy friends, or Joshua for caring about it. “Not that that’s a problem!” he adds quickly, just in case it’s the second one.
Her expression doesn’t change, so Joshua guesses he’s fine.
“Well, they can all drink way better than her,” he continues. “Which is also fine! Except then they started daring each other to take their shirts off and she did it too.”
Minghao stares at him, looking deeply unimpressed.
“And?” she asks, like she’s waiting for him to get to the good part.
“And she took her shirt off,” Joshua says, not really sure what he needs to clarify there. “Like, all of it.”
“All of it,” Minghao mouths, so judgmental Joshua wrinkles his nose in response.
“Well,” he says helplessly. “It was a lot!”
“Weak,” Minghao says flatly. “She sounds fun, you’re just being a baby about it.”
Sooyoung is fun, usually, but watching the girl he’s kind-of seeing get so drunk she couldn’t form words and whip her shirt off in front of all her wasted guy friends wasn’t — it wasn’t Joshua’s idea of a great time.
No. That’s an understatement — he was so deeply humiliated on Sooyoung’s behalf he felt like he was going to melt into the floor. And then Sooyoung refused to admit she was wasted and needed to go home, even after he got her down from the back of the couch and coaxed her back into her shirt. It wasn’t like Joshua could just leave her so he was stuck there, way too sober for the rest of them, waiting for Sooyoung to pass out so he could carry her back to her apartment.
That was his Saturday night.
It’s Tuesday, now, and he knows it’s bad, but he hasn’t messaged Sooyoung since.
“You should give me her number,” Minghao says, a mean little smirk at the corner of her mouth. “She needs someone who can handle her.”
Joshua’s mouth drops open as he stares at her across the table.
“You’re the worst,” he says, laughing incredulously. “Fuck off.”
He doesn’t actually give Minghao Sooyoung’s number, but somehow barely a week later she’s blowing him off to go to one of Sooyoung’s dumb friends’ parties, and Joshua isn’t stupid enough not to know what that means — there’s no way Minghao would willingly hang out with a bunch of drunk jocks unless there was something in it for her.
Or someone, as it turns out.
END INTERLUDE
“Jun’s gonna come work with us in a bit, is that okay?” Minghao asks, frowning down at her phone.
Joshua blinks a little, taken aback. Minghao’s lived with Jun the entire time Joshua’s known her, but she’s never invited Jun to study with them before. From the way Minghao talks about her, Joshua didn’t really think Jun studied at all.
Minghao looks up and catches Joshua’s expression. She rolls her eyes a little, huffing out an exasperated breath.
“She’s failing like three classes,” Minghao explains, sounding deeply exasperated about it.
Well. Joshua was right about her studying habits, apparently. He winces. Minghao snorts in agreement.
“I told her if she doesn’t start studying with me I’m gonna tell her mom.”
“Harsh,” Joshua remarks mildly, but Minghao just shrugs.
“She’ll find out anyway, if Jun doesn’t earn the right number of credits at the end of the semester,” she points out.
Joshua considers it, then nods. Fair enough, he guesses.
“Anyway,” Minghao continues. “I know she can be really annoying, but I really don’t want her mom to drag her back to China by the hair, so.”
Minghao always gets the same tone when she talks about Jun — like someone who’s been married for so long they’ve given up on trying to change anything. Joshua’s never quite managed to figure out if Jun is her ex or not. Minghao stays friends with the girls she sleeps with, so it’s always hard to tell. He guess it doesn’t really matter either way. It’s clear they’re close, and anyone can tell how much Minghao cares about Jun, no matter how much she complains.
“It’s fine,” Joshua says, meaning it. He’s about to put his headphones back on anyway — no matter what Jun does next to him, he won’t be able to hear it.
“Thank you,” Minghao says, her voice weirdly intense. She gets like that sometimes — like she needs to pay Joshua back for things that aren’t even a big deal, so paranoid about owing him. Like she isn’t basically the chillest person Joshua’s ever hung out with. Like Minghao has ever once asked him for something he wasn’t willing to give.
“It’s no big deal,” Joshua says. He takes a moment to move his books over a little to make space for Jun when she gets there, then reaches for his headphones. When he glances over at Minghao she’s still staring at him. He smiles at her until she nods, finally, and turns back to her own screen.
When Jun shows up thirty minutes later she’s more subdued than Joshua has ever seen her, eyebrows furrowed together in a frown as she drops into the seat next to Minghao, scooting the chair closer to the table with a loud scrape against the floor
He meets her eyes briefly and nods his acknowledgment, not moving to take off his headphones — he’s really on a roll, and if he stops typing he’ll lose his momentum.
From the corner of his eye he can see Jun open her laptop in her spot diagonal from him, fingers tapping anxiously against the table as she waits for it to power up.
He expects her to be fidgety the whole time, but Jun settles in pretty quickly. Every time he looks up at her she’s just glaring at whatever’s on her screen, body held still and tense. Nearly two hours go by like that and Jun only gets up once, which doesn’t really fit what Joshua was expecting. Whenever Minghao describes living with Jun she makes it sound like she’s living with a toddler, rolling her eyes with unmistakeable fondness through her descriptions of Jun’s antics.
But Jun seems — normal, mostly. Joshua doesn’t know why he keeps catching himself looking at her.
It’s just past seven when Joshua notices how far she’s slumped over — elbow on the table, chin on her palm, occasionally pulling a piece of hair to her mouth to chew on it as she stares at her laptop screen, glazed eyes replacing her earlier determination.
Joshua looks at her for a moment, then takes his headphones off and locks his computer screen.
“I’m gonna go get coffee, do you guys want anything?” he asks, voice hushed. Minghao shakes her head tightly, not bothering to look up. She’s typing so fast it almost looks like she’s entered some kind of fugue state. Jun looks up, though, blinking at Joshua forlornly.
It’s so cute that Joshua can’t help laughing, just a soft little huff of breath.
“Come on,” he says to her. “You should stretch your legs.”
Jun frowns and opens her mouth, clearly about to say no, then visibly reconsiders.
“Okay,” she says, still kind of frowning. She shuts her laptop gingerly before she stands up, almost like she’s afraid of it, and that’s cute too. Has Jun always been cute? Joshua doesn’t know why he never noticed. It’s making him feel a little weird, honestly.
Jun’s not really Joshua’s type. He usually goes for girls who try hard, girls who care about the same things he does. Jun clearly doesn’t — she never studies, doesn’t seem to put much effort into her appearance either. She keeps her hair cut neatly to her chin and doesn't wear makeup, dresses in leggings and big ratty sweatshirts more often than not. From the way Minghao talks it seems like she has plenty of friends, but Joshua never sees Jun at parties. Perhaps most importantly, she’s Minghao’s friend, so he’s pretty sure she’s gay.
Okay, so it’s really mostly the last one. Jun is hot, even if she doesn’t try. Maybe it’s even hotter that she doesn’t. Now that Joshua is looking, she’s got really long legs — he thinks she dances, maybe. Pretty eyes. Her short haircut shows off a graceful neck.
Joshua blushes for no reason as Jun comes up next to him, suddenly very grateful Minghao’s too focused to look up and notice.
“There’s a convenience store in the building,” he says quietly, nodding towards the library exit. “We can just go and come back.”
“Okay,” Jun nods easily.
At the convenience store Joshua grabs himself a bottled americano and then, after a moment’s contemplation, a Monster. Jun eyes his choices with some trepidation before she leans to grab something from the display, the movement pressing her in close. Her arm brushes against Joshua’s chest as she leans across him to grab a tiny container of apple juice — one of the ones meant for little kids. She grins up at him as she pulls back, and Joshua can’t help laughing.
“Nice.”
Jun grins wider.
“We need something for Minghao,” she says, then, looking skeptically at what the fridge has to offer.
“She won’t drink any of this stuff,” Joshua points out. Jun hums next to him.
“Cold,” she agrees. She cranes her head to look around the tiny little convenience store, trying to take in the rest of the displays without moving. She lets out a little sound when she finds what she’s looking for, grabbing Joshua’s arm to nudge him to look in the same direction.
“Hot drinks at the front,” she says, nodding towards the case by the cash register.
Joshua makes a weak sound of acknowledgment in the back of his throat, weirdly flustered, as she guides him towards it. Now that he’s started noticing Jun’s presence he can’t seem to stop. Her hair smells nice. She’s almost as tall as he is.
Jun seems totally oblivious, picking out a milk tea for Minghao after a moment of contemplation and laughing as she sets it on the counter in front of the cashier.
“She’ll hate it,” she says conspiratorially to Joshua as she digs her card out of her hoodie pocket. “She’s such a snob.”
Joshua chokes out a laugh — Minghao does hate bottled drinks. Jun grins at him, taking her card back from the machine and sliding her drinks over to make room for Joshua’s instead.
When Jun sets the drink in front of Minghao back at their shared table she just grunts her thanks without even looking at it, still typing. Jun doesn’t pause, walking to her own chair. She slings one long leg over the arm of it to climb into it sideways instead of just pulling it back to sit down like a normal person and Joshua can’t help staring, fascinated, as she contorts herself so both her knees are pulled up, sitting cross-legged like a little kid.
Minghao makes a weird sound. Joshua looks back to her and finds her staring up at him quizzically, one eyebrow raised.
“What,” he laughs, sliding into his own chair — like a normal person, pulling it out from the table first.
“You tell me,” Minghao says, clearly sensing something’s up.
Joshua is absolutely not going to tell her. He smiles instead, taking a sip from his water bottle, and slides his headphones back over his ears.
He loses track of time for a bit after that, startling when someone’s presence at the table casts a shadow over his screen. He looks up to see Seolmin beaming down at him, her eyes curved up in a friendly smile.
“Hey, oppa,” she says, grinning down at him. Joshua smiles at her in response.
“Hey,” he says, watching as Seolmin walks behind Minghao to peer over her shoulder at her screen. Minghao makes a vaguely disagreeable noise, which Seolmin ignores completely. Her hands smooth Minghao’s hair down like a reflex.
“You’re working too hard,” Seolmin says. Minghao frowns but it doesn’t last, her mouth dropping open a little as she tilts her head back to get a better look at Seolmin’s face. Seolmin smiles down fondly at her, thumbs stroking her cheeks.
Joshua tears his eyes away and meets Jun’s gaze instead, laughing when Jun makes an exaggeratedly disgusted face.
“Yah,” Jun says, making shooing motions with her hands. “Get out of here, you two.”
Minghao’s clearly reluctant, but she lets Seolmin reach around her to close her laptop anyway. Joshua watches as she stuffs everything into her bag and stands up, heaving a sigh and stretching her arms above her head. Seolmin links an arm through hers as soon as she straightens and Minghao’s skinny shoulders relax, a little, some of her tension finally bleeding out.
“Gross,” Jun says.
“I think it’s nice,” Joshua protests. When he looks back over at Jun she crosses her eyes.
“Are you guys okay to stay here?” Minghao says, pausing where she’s turned towards the exit. Joshua nods immediately, turning back to smile up at her.
“We’re good,” he says, and Jun hums in agreement.
“Go on,” she says, waving her hand in dismissal. Minghao rolls her eyes but she still lets Seolmin lead her out, Seolmin sending Joshua and Jun one final jaunty wave as they go.
INTERLUDE
two months ago
Lee Seolmin
sorry oppa ;;;;
is now ok??
3:43 PM
Hong Jisoo
it’s fine~~~
yes now is ok^^
3:47 PM
“Seolmin’s gonna come by,” Joshua says, and Minghao raises an eyebrow in response. “It’ll just be for a second,” he adds, even though he really isn’t sure Minghao cares.
Seolmin had dropped all her stuff on the table as soon as she sat down at the café yesterday — phone and wallet and airpods case, all in a messy clatter. When they’d cleared off the table she’d forgotten her airpods, had messaged Joshua in a panic in about it. Seolmin was busy all afternoon and Joshua was closer, so he’d offered to go back and pick them up for her.
When Seolmin finally shows up for them she’s clearly running a little late, cheeks flushed and stumbling over her words.
“Thank you so much,” she rushes out, grabbing the little case and immediately stuffing it into her bag.
“No problem,” Joshua says easily. Seolmin pauses, like she doesn’t know what to say next, and that’s when she notices Minghao on the other side of the table.
“Oh!” she says brightly. “I didn’t introduce myself, I’m sorry! I’m Lee Seolmin.”
Minghao looks a little shocked to be addressed, but she recovers quickly.
“Hi,” she says, with a lot less enthusiasm. Seolmin doesn’t seem at all bothered — she’s still smiling, all her focus on Minghao. “I’m Xu Minghao.”
“It’s so good to meet you,” Seolmin says warmly. “Are you oppa’s friend?”
Minghao nods slowly. Joshua feels weirdly relieved that she doesn’t make it a thing just to fuck with him.
“Then I’ll probably see you around, I guess!” Seolmin seems pretty thrilled at the idea, which is funny — Minghao’s not being rude, exactly, but she’s in full midterms mode and barely capable of social niceties.
“I guess,” she agrees, still looking a little bemused. Both of them watch as Seolmin waves at both of them and rushes back out, babbling something about being late to her evening seminar.
“She’s cute,” Minghao remarks lightly once she’s gone. But Joshua can’t help wincing, and Minghao catches it right away. “Is she not?”
“No, she is,” Joshua says. “It’s just — ”
It’s just that it had been a pretty dry date. Seolmin is cute, and she’s very nice, but she’s younger than him in a way that made it kind of uncomfortable. If they’d met under different circumstances he’d just politely tell her that he doesn’t think it’s going to work out, but he met Seolmin through his mom, and Joshua can’t break his mom’s church friend’s daughter’s heart.
“I don’t think she’s really my type,” he says diplomatically. “But our moms are friends, so….”
“So you’re afraid you can’t break up with her?” Minghao finishes for him, and Joshua nods. But Minghao doesn’t seem sympathetic at all — she snorts instead, looking deeply amused.
“Trust me,” she says dryly. “It’s not something you have to worry about.”
“It’s not something I — oh my god,” Joshua says, realization dawning on him. “Was she hitting on you?”
Minghao nods, smirking a little.
“Oh,” Joshua says, wishing this wasn’t becoming such a familiar occurrence. “Well, that’s. Nice.”
“It is,” Minghao agrees. “So do you wanna give me her number, or do I have to find it out myself?”
Joshua throws the balled up napkin he’d been fiddling with at her, laughing when she doesn’t even flinch.
“Whatever,” he says, still laughing. “Fine.”
But Lee Seolmin is different from Boo Seungkyung and Kwon Sooyoung, as it turns out — Minghao takes her out for real, and calls her back after they hook up. Keeps calling her back.
It’s a little weird, but it’s kind of nice to know Joshua helped them. Minghao’s sharp around the edges sometimes, but soft inside. It’s cute, that she ended up with someone who’s soft all the way through.
END INTERLUDE
As soon as Seolmin and Minghao are gone Jun lets out an explosive sigh, slouching forward to rest her forehead against the table in front of her.
“Are we good?” Joshua asks, caught between amusement and mild concern. Jun grunts out something that could be affirmative, maybe.
“I’m almost done here,” Joshua says slowly. Jun sighs again and turns so her temple rests against the laminated surface instead. “Let’s just stay another hour, and then we can go get dinner.”
He isn’t really sure where the offer comes from, but it’s worth it for the way Jun perks up immediately.
“Yeah?” she asks, pulling herself back upright and wiggling a little in her chair to get situated.
“Sure,” Joshua says. He’s pretty sure he’s blushing a little, which is embarrassing, but Jun’s already turned back to her screen, so it’s fine. “You worked hard.”
That seems to embarrass her, surprisingly — she laughs awkwardly, a little too loud. Both her hands come up to cover her mouth.
“Oh,” she says. “Thanks.”
“Of course,” Joshua says, then nods towards her computer. “One more hour,” he promises. Jun nods and squares her shoulders, her mouth set in determination — cute. Joshua can’t seem to stop thinking Jun’s cute.
He shakes his head to clear it, tells himself to focus on his notes instead.
It works, thankfully — he’s pretty used to blocking out everything else, to only paying attention to what he needs to get done. The next hour goes by quickly, Jun working silently, tapping at her keyboard with one knee still pulled up to her chest.
Joshua only looks up to check on her twice, which he thinks is a pretty good effort.
“Hey,” Joshua says softly once the hour’s up, saving the document he was working on before he closes it. Jun startles in her seat and looks up at him, blinking questioningly. “It’s been an hour,” he says, and Jun lets out a little cheer in response. The girls at the neighbouring table look over immediately. One of them makes a hushing sound and Jun claps her hands over her mouth in apology, letting out an embarrassed laugh.
“Sorry,” she stage whispers, but she’s hunched over on herself a little, and still laughing. One of the girls rolls her eyes but the other only smiles as she turns back to her computer, shaking her head at Jun’s response.
Joshua pauses where he’s been stuffing his laptop into his bag to watch the entire thing, amused.
“You ready?” he asks once Jun has done the same, pushing her chair back from the table and unfolding her long legs to stand up. She slings her bag over her shoulder and nods, grimacing and stamping her feet to get the blood circulating in her legs.
“What do you want to eat?” Joshua asks as they make their way out of the building. It’s dark outside, and cooler than it was when he left his apartment earlier. Jun shivers a little in her hoodie, hands stuffed into the pockets.
“Something spicy,” she says, grinning with all her teeth, and Joshua laughs.
“Alright,” he agrees. He doesn’t actually like spicy food that much, but it can’t be that bad, he tells himself. Just this once.
It is exactly that bad — maybe worse.
Jun takes him to a tiny Chinese restaurant close to the school. It’s obvious she comes here often enough to be comfortable — she waves to the waitress when they walk in and helps herself to a table without hesitation, gesturing for Joshua to sit across from her.
“What do you want to get?” she asks, pointing to the menu on the wall above the cash register. Joshua squints at it for a moment and then gives up.
“You choose,” he says. “Whatever you think is good.”
That’s his fatal mistake, he realizes later. Jun grins again, sharp and delighted, and calls their order to the waitress without turning around. Joshua awkwardly pushes back from the table to go get them two cups of water, squeezing around Jun’s chair to get out. She smiles up at him in thanks when he comes back, taking the water right out of his hands instead of waiting for him to set it on the table.
When the soup comes it’s bright red, which is the first warning sign. The second one comes when Joshua breathes in the steam and almost chokes on it, his eyes already watering.
“It looks good,” he says weakly, and Jun smiles sunnily from across the table, humming her agreement.
Joshua’s barely two sips in before he’s blinking back tears, fighting the urge to take deep gasping breaths to cool his mouth down. He digs his spoon into his bowl of rice a little desperately, searching for any form of relief.
Jun looks completely serene, making happy little sounds as she slurps the broth. Joshua doesn’t know whether to be terrified or impressed. Both, maybe.
“You okay?” Jun asks, not seeming particularly concerned. Joshua pauses where he’d been psyching himself up to take another bite, looking up at her with a weak smile.
“Great,” he says. Jun smiles serenely.
“Do you want my rice?” she asks. “You’re already almost finished with yours.”
Joshua hesitates before nodding pathetically — he’s not sure he’ll be able to finish the soup without it. Jun slides the bowl over and smiles again.
“Thanks.”
“Of course,” Jun says easily. “It’s good today,” she adds, nodding down at her bowl. “Maybe they made it special for you.”
“Maybe,” Joshua agrees weakly.
He makes it through two-thirds of the soup, feeling like everyone in the restaurant can tell he’s struggling the whole time. He can’t decide what’s worse — the way his mouth is burning or the way the soup feels like it’s eating through his stomach lining, like he swallowed something corrosive.
“You’re not going to finish?” Jun asks when he finally gives up and pushes his bowl away from him, looking concerned. He shakes his head, gulping the last of his water — he’s had to get up and refill it three times since they started eating. Jun’s cup is still untouched.
“I’m good,” he manages, once he’s set his cup back down on the table. “I guess I just wasn’t as hungry as I thought.”
He ate three servings of rice, which he’s sure didn’t escape Jun’s notice, but she’s kind enough not to point that out. Joshua watches in horrified fascination as she pulls his bowl closer to her instead, expertly picking out the meat with her spoon.
“Sorry,” she says, when she looks up and catches him staring.
“Don’t be,” Joshua says, meaning it. He’s glad she enjoyed the meal, at least. It’s good that one of them did.
At the cash register on the way out he insists on paying, gently nudging Jun out of the way when she tries to get there first. She frowns but lets him, finally, a concerned expression on her face the whole time.
“Thank you,” she says as he opens the door, gesturing for her to go first. Joshua shakes his head.
“You deserved it,” he says. “You worked hard today.”
Jun makes a face of disgust, like the memory alone pains her.
“I can’t believe you and Minghao do that every single day.”
“It’s not so bad,” Joshua says, shrugging.
“You don’t get tired?” Jun asks, peering over at him, sounding genuinely curious. Joshua laughs awkwardly, a little uncomfortable at the sincerity of her question.
“I mean, sure,” he says, finally. “But I have to do it, so.”
Jun nods, looking like she’s really thinking about it.
“Next time I’ll get dinner, then,” she says seriously, after a moment’s contemplation. “You work hard, too.”
“Oh,” Joshua says, a little startled. It’s not like he doesn’t want to get dinner with her again — he does, obviously. He just thought he’d have to ask, first. He didn’t expect her to offer. “That would be nice.”
“It will be,” Jun agrees with an easy smile. They’re almost to the building where she shares a student apartment with Minghao.
“I’ll see you soon, then?” Joshua asks when they come to a stop outside the building entrance. The moon is bright in the sky — it feels like a sign.
“Of course,” Jun says, more serious than she’s been all day. “I have to buy you dinner, remember? I said I would.”
“You have to study more, too,” Joshua dares to respond, hoping it goes over well. It does — Jun’s solemn expression melts into another too-loud laugh, the force of it tipping her head back.
“You’re right,” she agrees when she catches her breath. “But don’t tell Minghao I said that, okay?”
“I won’t,” Joshua promises. “I’ll keep your secret.”
Jun’s expression shifts into something more subdued, but still warm. Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“Good,” she says. “I’ll keep yours too, then. I won’t tell anyone you almost died eating soup.”
Joshua splutters, shocked, but he can’t quite manage to hold onto his indignation. Not when Jun seems so delighted at her own joke, laughing like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. Joshua can’t help but join in, his own laughter a little sheepish.
“I’ll see you soon, then,” he says, and Jun nods firmly, giving him a silly little salute before she turns to go into the building.
Joshua waits until she’s all the way inside, then one more minute just to be safe. He’s smiling the whole way home.
INTERLUDE
that night
Hong Jisoo
hey
did jun make it home ok?
10:39 PM
Xu Minghao
…
yes
10:43 PM
Xu Minghao
is there something you need to tell me?
10:44 PM
Hong Jisoo
nope!
10:47 PM
Xu Minghao
ok..
liar
i’ll see you tomorrow
bring that drink i like from the place by your apt
you know which one
10:48 PM
Hong Jisoo
say please~
10:49 PM
Xu Minghao
no
10:49 PM
Xu Minghao
do you need jun’s number
10:52 PM
Hong Jisoo
yes
10:55 PM
Xu Minghao
say please~
10:55 PM
Hong Jisoo
no
10:55 PM
Xu Minghao
whatever.
bring the drink tomorrow
10:56 PM
Hong Jisoo
ok~~~~
sleep well~~
10:57 PM
Xu Minghao
shut up
10:57 PM
Xu Minghao
you too.
11:01 PM
END INTERLUDE
He brings three drinks to the library the next morning, just in case. The knowing glance Minghao sends his way is pretty belittling, but Joshua doesn’t care.
Jun’s grin when he hands her the drink makes it worth it.