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“You’re gonna pay for that, you brat.”
Without missing a beat Seungmin replies, “Do you take cash or credit- no. Just put it on my tab.”
They were arguing, as always, at one of their mutual friend’s game night’s, no one stops them. It’s more likely to hear Gordon Ramsay be nice to adult for their terrible cooking than to not hear Seungmin and Changbin to argue. It’s how they are. They argue and fight (with sharp tongues, or shoving shoulder but that stops early. Their friends wouldn’t allow them to get into a serious fight) but- well there’s no but, they never get along. Like ever.
No one knows why; it’s always been a mystery. Sometimes their friends aren’t sure if they - Seungmin and Changbin - know why. The way they act toward each other has become a routine. Seungmin likes routine too much to give up on it.
“Losers like you shouldn’t get invites to parties.”
“This is my best friend’s apartment, you’re the one that shouldn’t be here.” Seungmin annoyedly states. The arguments pointless. As many of their arguments are, though they just carry on fighting - in the game and with pointless words.
“Jisung’s my best friend, so why shouldn’t I be here.”
“It’s Minho’s party, so I don’t see how that has to do with anything.”
“Unlike you, Minho is nice to everyone he meets even though he’s not close enough to them.”
“Minho keeps his hatred silent.” Seungmin sneers.
Seungmin takes one last uppercut on the video game, “Better luck next time.”
“Whatever, you distracted me with your big mouth.” He moaned.
Seungmin laughs, “Just as expected, you’re a sore loser. What next you’re gonna challenge me to a rematch?”
“No, no,” Chan buts in, “ He’s not gonna do that. Changbin’s a little hungry, so he’s gonna come with me to the snack table. Right, Changbin?”
“But playing another-“
“Right, Changbin?”
Chan pulls Changbin along and they disappear in the crowd. Minho seats himself next to Seungmin.
“Oh, you don’t have to say it.” Seungmin can smell the lecture coming from a mile away.
Minho feigns confusion, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have nothing to say.”
Seungmin sighs in relief,”Great, then I’ll just-“
“You can’t even hold yourself back for your best friend’s congratulations party?”
“Minnie hyung , you know how it is with him. He gets on my last nerve and it wasn’t in my plan to run into him tonight, lest play against him in the tournament.”
“It’s a small apartment. Obviously you’d run into him. I just thought you’d hold yourself back with the bickering tonight. It’s not everyday your best friend and his team win Nationals.”
“I’m sorry, hyung. I really am. You’ll win Worlds. And I promise to hold myself back then.”
“That’s six months away and there’s no telling that we’ll win it, but that seems like too big of a promise for you.”
Seungmin whines, “I’m serious, Minho. I promise I’ll behave.”
“Okay,” Minho sighs, “if you say so.”