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Minho had been going over his notes for the past few minutes. With the class being over, and lunch break starting, Minho was fairly alone in the space-y and wide classroom.
He enjoyed the quietness, only the sounds of papers being flipped and the occasional chattering from outside.
His eyes were skimming through one of the pages in his notebook when a fairly-sized hand placed itself on the surface in front of him.
Minho didn’t have to look up to know whose hand it was, but he did.
And there he was, smiling in all his glory — the bane of Minho’s existence — Kim Seungmin.
“What’s got you so focused?”
Minho delivered what was a glare for him, but a non-threatening look for Seungmin, before going back to his notes.
“Ignoring me again?”
Minho could hear the pout in Seungmin’s voice.
Reluctantly, he looks up and confirms it. The fucker truly had the audacity to pout.
“What good am I going to get if I don’t ignore you?” Minho asked, humoring Seungmin.
“Well, you’d get to talk to someone who’s head-over-heels for you,” Seungmin replied, pout long replaced by a coy smirk. “Oh, and you look good today by the way.”
Minho could already feel the blush coming up to adorn his cheeks. He pulled on the sleeve of his sweater and covered his hand with it, then partly covering his face with it.
He didn’t want Seungmin to see how he reacted to the comment. He was only wearing a cream-colored cardigan with pink accents and, what one could call, ‘mom jeans’. Plus, he thinks that the glasses that sit atop of his nose bridge didn’t add to his looks.
So, he opted on humoring Seungmin. Again.
“Only today?” Minho asked, batting his eyelashes slightly as he looked up at Seungmin through them, sweater paw still covering his cheeks.
Seungmin smiled, a contrast to his smirk before, now looking softer but still had a teasing look laced to it.
“No, you look good everyday,” Seungmin started. “You just look extra soft today. I like it. I like you.”
Minho wishes a hole would swallow him right now because Seungmin definitely noticed the way Minho’s ears reddened.
“Right, sure.” Minho mumbled before trying to concentrate back on his notes.
Seungmin didn’t speak for a while. Minho figured he probably got bored and stopped pestering him.
But nothing could prepare him for the fact that when he looked up, he’s met with Seungmin’s face, inches away from him, and eyes so fondly looking directly at him.
He didn’t even notice Seungmin had sat down in front of him.
“What.. what do you want?” Minho asked, slightly cursing himself for stuttering.
Minho waited for an answer — an expected retort with tease fully lacing the words.
But he was met with, “Nothing, you’re pretty, and I like to look at pretty things.”
Minho built up everything in him to stand up and point weakly at the classroom’s door. “G-get out.”
Seungmin only laughed. “Oh come on, really?”
“Kim Seungmin, get out.” Minho repeated, voice clearly trying to stay firm.
But the red that dusted his cheeks said otherwise.
“Hm, no,” Seungmin smiled. “I think I’ll stay for a while.”
Minho huffed before giving up and sitting back down. He was glad they were at the back where no one would notice them.
“So..” Seungmin started again. “About that date offer..”
Minho looks up from his notes, only to see Seungmin repeatedly raising his brows.
“Would you like to take me up on it?” Seungmin asked, leaning on his palm as he looked at Minho.
Minho averted his gaze somewhere, eyes deciding that, wow, that’s an interesting spot on the wall.
“Kim Seungmin, I will literally punch you if you don’t stop talking.” Minho mumbled.
And of course, as expected, Seungmin laughs light-heartedly.
“Punch me? With your small kitten paws? Really?”
Minho looked at him with a scowl. “My hands are not kitten paws!” he stated, seemingly trying to look as intimidating as he could, though the pout on his face didn’t help his case.
“Okay, and I’m not completely, and utterly, head-over-heels for you,” Seungmin rolled his eyes fondly. “Come on, won’t you just go out with me for once?”
Minho’s look became softer as he thought about the options.
“What would we even do?” Minho asked, voice nearing a whisper.
Seungmin beamed. “We can go to a movie theater and watch a horror movie! Then you’d get scared and cuddle up to me like a small kitten would, and I’d have to hold your little paws in my big, strong han-“
Minho flung his notebook directly at Seungmin’s face.
“Ow! What was that for?” Seungmin grumbled.
“That was for listing your fantasies.” Minho deadpanned, though, as always, the red that adorned his cheeks gave it away.
“Oh, you don’t even want to know what I’ve fantasized about,” Seungmin says. “This is only light.”
Minho’s eyes go wide as the red on his cheeks seem to spread onto his neck. “What.. what kind of fantasies are you having, Kim Seungmin?”
“Oh, you know, ones where we become official, live together, adopt cats, maybe even run a cat café of some sort, you know, those ones.” Seungmin replied.
“Running a cat café?..”
Seungmin had to chuckle at the way Minho’s eyes sparkled at the mention of the said café. “Yeah, you’d look so cute in a maid dress with cat ears on top of your head.”
And there it was.
Minho flung his notebook again at Seungmin’s face, but the latter had expected it, laughing as he caught it.
“But in all seriousness, I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Running a cat cafe with all the cats you want, and having special cats to come home to, along with your husband?” Seungmin sighed dreamily. “Wouldn’t you want that?”
“Husband?!” Minho’s eyes widened again. “You’re thinking about marriage?!”
Seungmin was laughing, again. “Yeah! You’d be the perfect wife, me coming home to you in an apron then cuddling with our little fluff children.”
Minho didn’t have a choice but to bury his face into his hands. “God, you’re— you’re something else, Kim Seungmin,” he mumbled against his hands. “We aren’t even dating yet.”
“Oh? Yet?” Minho could already hear the smirk in his voice. “Does that mean you’ll take up my offer for a first date tomorrow at Saturday, 3:00 pm in an art museum?”
Minho sighed before peeking through his fingers. “Maybe..” he mumbled against the sleeves of his cardigan.
Seungmin visibly lights up. “Cool,” he says, a soft shade of red adorning his own cheeks now. “So.. I’ll pick you up at 2:40?”
Minho took his hands off his face and giggled. “Sure. Gives me enough time to get ready.”
“Alright,” Seungmin says. “I’ll be expecting you to wear something soft again — oh, and wear your glasses too if you will, the round ones specifically.”
Minho tilted his head. The round ones? The ones that Minho rarely wore because he thought that they made him look too much like a cliché movie trope nerd?
“It looks cute on you,” Seungmin says before Minho even asked. “Makes you look extremely soft.”
Minho only smiled at him. “So, you like me being the soft boyfriend while you get to be the one who dons a black leather jacket?”
“Did you just indirectly call yourself my boyfriend, Lee Minho?” Seungmin asked, that coy smirk back on his face.
Minho’s eyes widened for the umpteenth time before he looked away. “I never said that..” he muttered, his hands playing with his sleeves — a nervous tick Seungmin had grown accustomed to.
“Alright,” Seungmin says softly before standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay, Min?”
Minho looks up at him from where he’s sitting and blinks a few times before answering, “Yeah.” he breathes out.
Seungmin smiled at him one last time before leaning down to press a small, soft peck on Minho’s forehead. “Bye, Min.” he said, waving as he made his way out of the room.
Minho only sat there, frozen, but warmth filling up his entire body.
“You look like you just saw something you shouldn’t have..” Jeongin’s voice snaps him out of it. “Did Seungmin do something again?”
Minho looked at Jeongin before smiling to himself. “He did something alright..” he muttered, hands coming up to his forehead where Seungmin had given him a peck.
“Did he hit you on the forehead?!” Jeongin exclaimed, big hands coming up to check the aforementioned area of his face.
Minho flung his notebook for the third time that day.