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Falling in love with Lee Minho was an accident. They'd both been mutual friends of their shared friend group, vaguely knowing each other's first name. Their first official meeting had been at a party in Seo Changbin's mansion of a house. Seungmin had been invited by Changbin himself while Minho had been invited by one of his best friend, Han Jisung.
After a couple drinks in, everyone was practically out of it. Apart from Seungmin and Minho that is. Apparently the both of them didn't like drinking. Watching their friends slur their words as they passed out, Minho went to the kitchen to grab himself a drink.
Curious, Seungmin followed. It's not like he was having any fun out there.
"Had enough already? The night is still young, don't you want to hang out with them?" Minho chuckled as he eyed Seungmin up and down. After taking a sip of water he came to the kitchen for, he beckoned Seungmin to sit with him at the dining table.
"Nah, it was getting boring out there. It's either sitting here with you or having to watch Changbin grind himself against Jeongin who clearly isn't having it despite being drunk." Minho laughed at his words, muttering something about how that sounds like so much fun.
"It isn't! Anyway, what do you do for a living?" Seungmin didn't know that that sentence would be the start of a new chapter in life for him.
They talked for hours and hours, from topics like their favourite pastime (Seungmin's being writing in his journal and singing while Minho's was boxing and b-boying.) to their goals in life.
"You know, I never pictured you like... this." Minho said nonchalantly, as Seungmin's eyes squinted in response to his sudden statement.
"What do you mean? What does "this" mean?" Seungmin emphasised on "this" so comically Minho nearly fell out of his chair laughing. He then looked straight into Seungmin's eyes with a look that showed that he wasn't playing anymore.
"I mean... funny. Interesting. Cool? Just very cool Kim Seungmin. To be fair, you gave off big nerd energy so I assumed you were a simpleton." Minho chuckled at Seungmin's mock hurt expression. "It's a compliment, Seungmin. You're the textbook definition of open for surprise!"
Seungmin nodded in agreement to Minho's comeback, obviously expecting that. What he didn't expect was what Minho was about to say next.
"Would you believe it if I said I had a crush on you?" They both tensed up after Minho's question, leaving it hanging in the air.
Seungmin tried to look into Minho's eyes and wait for the snarky remark he would make. Maybe a "Haha! Just kidding! You look so dumb like that, shut your mouth." or a "Did you actually believe that? I was just messing with you." Despite this being the first time they spoke to each other, Seungmin could already read Minho. Well, almost.
Minho balled his hands into fists, avoiding Seungmin's eye contact. Seungmin thought that was endearing. He looked cute even, so small in contrast to his cocky attitude. He liked this Minho.
"Yes. Yes I would." Hearing Seungmin's statement, Minho's eyes turned wide. Suddenly, a rush of blood ran up to Minho's ears. He quickly fumbled from his balled up fists to try and cover his tomato red ears. But it was too late. Seungmin saw. He liked it very much.
"Lee Minho. You're very cute. I like you too." Seungmin took Minho's hands away from his ears and held his jaw, firmly holding it in place so he could do nothing but stare back at Seungmin, profusely blushing everywhere now.
As they both stared into each other's eyes, the tension was so thick you could cut it in half with a knife. Sober but certainly head over heels for each other, they got tangled into each other, chest against chest, lips against lips. Minho took Seungmin's hands without stopping their kiss, intertwining their fingers together. Pausing from their heated make out session, Minho leaned his forehead against the younger one.
"I like you a lot Kim Seungmin."
Days turned to weeks. Weeks into months. Seungmin was happy to be Minho's and vice versa. They both fit together so well (as told by their friends!) like two peas in a pod. This didn't mean they were the same oh no, they were both very different in each other's own way.
To be precise, they both had such opposite personalities. For starters, Seungmin's well organised, he liked to do things according to plan. Minho on the other hand, was a very impromptu kinda person. They had many other different attributes like that. But the one thing they both had in common were how they cared about each other.
The saying opposites do attract is sort of true, in a way. If they both had the same qualities, Seungmin's pretty sure that they'd never last long. Despite the constant bickering they have every day, it's what Seungmin calls a healthy way to cope. Nothing in this world is perfect, not really, no.
They both liked to believe that what they had was everything they could ever need. They fit so well as they were each other's glove, snug and cozy when paired with each other. And they wouldn't have it any other way.
It was a rainy night, the chilly air blowing Minho’s fringe apart, giving him an awkward middle parting. He shivered and rubbed his hands together to gain warmth as he checked his wrist watch. 11:08 p.m. Sighing to himself, he jogged a little faster back home as he was running a little later than his usual time. Working a 9-5 job was never enough for him so he worked overtime often. Just this week, he’s been working overtime every day. This sucks.
Seungmin. Minho knew that Seungmin would probably be up waiting for him. Without dinner. Feeling bad, Minho takes out his phone and dials Seungmin’s number. A very tired voice picks up.
“Hello? Hyung? Are you,” he takes a small yawn. “Coming back soon?” Minho’s heart broke and mended itself at the same time. Everything about Seungmin is just so endearing to him that he can’t help but let out a small chuckle.
“Yeah I am. I’ll be there in five minutes, tops. Have you eaten yet? I told you to order something in case I got home late. I bought some dumplings and kimbap too if you’re still hungry.”
Seungmin whines in reply. “I was waiting for you to come back so we could eat together.” Minho could actually see the pout on Seungmin’s sleepy face. Before Minho could reply, Seungmin beat him to it.
“Don’t say anything else! I’m waiting for you so come quick okay? Bye.” He then ended the call immediately leaving a flustered Minho staring at his phone. How dare he hang up on him. Usually, it would’ve been the other way round.
Minho was way too tired to fight so he jogged as fast as he could and arrived at his and Seungmin’s shared apartment in four minutes. Unlocking the door, he was greeted with a sleeping Seungmin at the dining table. Minho swears he could feel his heart swell up at the sight alone. Full of love.
He quietly put down his blazer and set the dumplings and kimbap on the table. Seungmin stirred in his sleep, mumbling to himself.
“Hyung… come back soon... I’m so sleepy…”
Sighing to himself, Minho picked Seungmin up carefully as to not wake up the poor sleeping boy. As if by muscle memory, Seungmin clung to Minho, rubbing his face in Minho's neck. It took all of Minho's power to not drop his loving boyfriend and shower him with kisses then and there.
Arriving at their bedroom, Minho gently laid down Seungmin on the bed, tucking him in the blankets. Stretching his limbs, Minho made his way to the closet to change into something more comfortable.
"Hyung? Why are we in bed?" Minho turned back to see a sleepy Seungmin rubbing his eyes with both hands, blinking up at him. Walking towards to bed, Minho sat beside Seungmin and trapped him in one of his special death-by-cuddles (even if Seungmin didn't like to admit it, he enjoyed Minho's death-by-cuddles very much).
"I'm sorry I was late today. Overtime as usual," Minho brushed Seungmin's fringe out of his eyes so he could kiss his forehead. "Why did you wait up for me? I told you to eat first. You're going to catch some random sickness if you keep eating late, stupid."
"I wanted to wait for you. Besides, I'm never really hungry if you're not around." Seungmin pouted as he attempted to cross his arms on his chest. He failed.
"I almost forgot how your love language is quality time. I'm sorry, I'll get back home sooner next time."
Seungmin, still sleepy but much more sober now than he was before, stared at the man before him.
"What did you say?"
"What? That I'd come home earlier?" Pushing Minho off of him, Seungmin sat up straight.
"Not that one hyung. The one before. My love language is what?"
Minho laughed at Seungmin's weird expression. Of course he wouldn't know. Of course he was oblivious. Of course this was news to him.
"Your love language is quality time Kim Seungmin." Minho attempted to pull him back into cuddling but Seungmin's eyes widened so hard that Minho was actually a little worried. He is in love with a drama queen. Seungmin kinda reminded Minho of their mutual friend, Hyunjin.
"How do you know that when I don't even know that myself? Quality time? That sounds fake. Are you sure you're not making shit up?" This time, Minho sat up straight, getting ready to put his boyfriend in for the shock of his life.
"Come on now, you're acting like we just met. For starters, look at you staying up to wait for me, therefore, sacrificing your dinner. Ring any bells?"
Seungmin slowly shook his head left to right. "That doesn't mean anything! I wanted to eat with you because I know you haven't eaten yet either."
"You like sitting around people and listening about their hobbies even if you're not that interested in it. You're always pestering me to eat breakfast with you even though you know well enough I hate mornings and my idea of breakfast is iced americano. You'd be glad just to do nothing if it meant you were sitting with me." Minho then smiles and cuddles his boyfriend again, ghosting open mouthed kisses on his neck.
"Well. I guess that's true. I still don't believe you so I'm going to research about it later." Seungmin then gives in and cuddles Minho back.
"What's your love language then Lee Minho?"
Minho smiles, knowing this question was coming.
"My love language is you Kim Seungmin, and you're the only person ever to understand it." Minho proudly states in contrast to the redness of his ears and chest. Seungmin coos at how his boyfriend is such a huge flirt but turns red when he blushes. He hugs his tomato ass boyfriend, slowly drifting off to sleep again in content. He wouldn't have it any other way.