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Minho was a good kid, a good person. He liked to consider himself that at least.
Good at talking to people, good grades, good everything.
He considered college a nice experience, if you take the copious amounts of work and stress out of the equation.
His first two years had been amazing, he was planning on making his last year there decent.
He had already fucked up 3rd year.
Now, his senior year was fucked. Grades were down, he was down.
He considered his textbooks his new friends.
“Minho?”
Fuck.
Minho shut his eyes in annoyance. Chan, his roommate (or should I say, former boyfriend), was coming to annoy him.
“Minho~?”
Minho didn’t answer back, face currently shoved in a textbook (which was really his computer.)
“Minho!” His door burst open, “You alright?”
“I want to die.”
“Understandable!” Chan giggled, “But, I need you alive for this.”
His head quirked up in interest, a raised eyebrow signaling Chan to go on.
“I need you to meet someone,” He slipped more into the room, plopping down on the carpet next to Minho’s desk, “my boyfriend.”
Minho choked on his spit, “You?! A boyfriend?!”
“Oh, come on,” Chan scoffed, “it’s not like I'm unlikable . Please don’t look at me like that.”
Minho laughed, “His name?”
Surely it couldn’t be anybody he knew. He was popular (if being named “Mr. First Love” is considered popular) but didn’t talk to anyone.
“Changbin,” Chan blushed, rubbing his ear, “Seo Changbin.”
Seo Changbin, huh. The name was a familiar sound to his ears. Too familiar.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, not sounding too interested, “when do I have to meet him?”
“Um,” Chan sounded down, like he was expecting a more enthusiastic reaction; what was he expecting from an ex, “whenever you’re free.”
“Mm.” Minho hummed, going back on his laptop, leaving Chan to feel awkward, out of place.
“Have you met him?”
Minho stayed silent. He didn’t want to break the news to Chan that he fucked his current boyfriend. It was a long time ago but still , who would want to hear that your ex-lover once fucked your current one?
“We worked on a project together,” Minho said, it wasn't a complete lie, “so we’ve talked.”
“Ah.”
They went back to silence, with the occasional tapping of Minho’s pen.
This meeting will be awkward.
—
Time ticked and Minho dreaded every minute that passed.
It was the next morning, and like always, Minho didn’t care enough to do anything except lay around.
“Are you free today?” Chan entered the living room, where Minho had seemed to be napping.
“Uhh, no. I’m very busy, sorry man.” the younger replied, lazy.
“No you’re not, get the fuck up.” Chan dared with a sweet smile still resting on his face.
Minho groaned and turned over to his side, facing the sofa’s back.
“Minho, I’m just curious. Are you avoiding this for some special reason?” The older cautiously asked - it was new for Chan to see Minho react that way.
The usual laid-back boy who doesn’t give a shit about anything but his cats, was avoiding something?
“I’m not avoiding anything. Why would I do that? You’re thinking too much Chan. I’ll get ready, let's meet your boyfriend today.” Minho rapidly said while speed walking off to his room.
Well, that was a lie.
—
The iced americano that was put in front of him, was probably Minho’s only will to remain sane right now.
They had agreed to meet at a cafe on campus grounds, and were waiting on Changbin to arrive - how suspenseful.
Minho wanted to rip it off like a bandage and tell Chan everything before Changbin entered, but the cat got its own tongue when the younger heard a sweet voice calling his roommate's name.
“Chan~” Ah, it’s really Changbin.
Chan got up enthusiastically from his seat to hug Changbin. Minho thought if he looked everywhere else but them, this moment would perish. It didn’t.
“Uh, Minho?” Changbin asked quietly, more surprised than Minho himself.
“Ahah, hey!” Minho got up from his seat and forced a smile, then awkwardly pushed a hand as a greeting.
The other confused boy simply did the same - an awkward smile, and a handshake.
“I’m happy this is finally happening. Changbin, meet Minho, my roommate and a good friend. Minho, meet my boyfriend.” Chan sounded way too happy in this awkward situation and formally introduced us.
You don't have to say my name, he's moaned it before.
“Ahem. It’s been awhile. You can order something, I already did.” Minho coughed and sat down awkwardly.
About 5 minutes had passed, in complete silence. The ice cubes in the americano had melted, along with Minho’s patience to be here.
This day couldn’t get any worse for Minho, he was at a cafe with his ex, and his once upon a time friend with benefits. Who are, ironically, together.
Minho scoffed at the situation and then almost died at what notification his phone had buzzed with.
“What. The. Fuck.”
The silence was broken with Minho’s panic, looking at his phone.
“Minh–” Chan tried asking, but Minho wasn’t mentally in the cafe anymore.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Minho was now out of his seat.
-/-
Father : Minho, I would like for this to be my final warning. Me and your mother have been informed of your grades in college. You are failing every subject but your music theory and dance composition.
Just because your family is wealthy enough to send you to a prestigious fine arts university does not mean you can slack.
If your grades are not improved by next month, we will be cutting all financial support and pulling you out of college t o move in with your cousins.
-/-
Minho felt faint, he felt his world flip in that small coffee shop.
“Minho, what’s wrong? Are you good?” Chan shook him back into reality.
“My father is threatening to move me to our family in the village if I don’t bring my grades up by next month,” Minho groaned, “I haven’t paid attention since first fucking semester, I am going to die. This is my last day..”
Minho was nearly on the floor in panic. He knew this was the last straw, he pushed his limits too far.
“You know… I know someone who could help.”
The person Minho had forgotten was there, spoke in a gentle tone, catching the younger’s attention.
“Kim Seungmin. He’s 21 but already a Junior in college. You should ask him for tutoring, maybe?”
Changbin went on explaining, and Minho’s waves of emotions had calmed down.
He tilts his head at the unfamiliar name. “Kim Seungmin…?”
—
Minho thought about the offer overnight. Kim Seungmin? The dude who’s two years younger tutoring him?
Minho didn’t care, he was desperate at this point.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his phone. Changbin had given him the boy’s number.
Would a simple “hi” work? Did he have to be more formal? Minho wanted to puke.
-/-
uh..
hi
Who the fuck is this?
How did you get my number?
im lee minho
yk
on the dance team velvets lee minho?
Ah.
I’ve heard of you.
You haven’t answered my second question yet.
damn you’re formal as fuck
changbin gave me it
That asshole.
So,
What do you need?
Wanna suck a favor out of me or what?
????
uh
I actually need help?
could you tutor me?
Haha
Tutor? What, do you think I’m a joke?
Why would I tutor you?
You’re clearly older than me, and probably smarter.
Why do you need me?
you’re wrong on that
im failin lmao
dad’s threatening to take me out if I don’t get my grades up
which I’m confused abt
bc I’m a grown ass man!
but
Go on.
he’s fuckin terrifying seungmin
please,
I’ll pay you
help me this once
?
…
I’ll think about it.
Let’s meet.
Next week though.
I’m busy.
alr
see u then?
Sure.
-/-
“That wasn’t too bad!” Minho said out loud to himself.
Embarrassment crushed his spirit. What if Seungmin ditched him? What if he put off the whole thing before they even met?
Minho was stressed indefinitely. He just wanted to sleep.
Changbin never showed him a picture of Seungmin. Should he ask for a picture?
No, that would be weird.
He’ll just guess. Based on the description Changbin gave him, Seungmin seemed pretty bland.
(“Hey!” Changbin would yell, “don’t call my friend bland!”)
Minho didn’t care about how Seungmin perceived him, he just hoped he was hot.
—
They had agreed to meet at a small cafe right beside the campus. It was convenient for him, the cafe being right in front of the practice rooms.
Minho was sweaty, obviously. Seungmin frantically texted him, “I’m only free today, hurry up.” Minho practically rushed out as Taemin, his instructor, announced that practice was over.
Now Minho was sitting down in the lavender scented place, sipping on something that was too sweet for him.
Everytime the small bell above the door rang, Minho whipped his neck to look at it.
Seungmin wasn’t here.
“Did I get stood up?” Minho whispered to himself, hands clutching the mug.
He felt awkward sitting there. People were laughing and giggling with their partners and here he was, alone.
Sighing, he stood up, ready to leave the building and to go back to his hometown, mashing blueberries.
He chugged the last of his coffee before promptly jogging out the door, his pride washing away with the wind.
He takes a seat on a bench, it’s comfortable and sturdy.
The breeze breathes over his face and he can’t help but smile.
“You’re Lee Minho, right?”
Minho looked at the boy. He dressed as plain as ever, he noted.
Plain white shirt, jeans, rounded glasses, brown hair parted down the middle (and pushed back, classy.)
Definitely bland.
Minho smiled, “And who are you?”
He coughed, adjusting the tan bag slung over his shoulder, “Kim Seungmin.”
“Huh,” Minho’s lip quirked up, “you fit your name.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” Minho shook his head, “why were you late?”
Seungmin straighten his posture, coughing again, “Well, I—”
“Do you have a fucking cold?” Minho asked, “You need a cough drop?”
“No,” Seungmin flared his nostrils, annoyed, “back to what I was saying, I had to help a friend in a… situation.”
Minho eyed him suspiciously. He decided not to pry further and scare off his potential tutor (who he still couldn’t believe was younger than him.)
“So,” he sighed, “where are we going?”
“You decide.”
“No.”
“Oh,” Seungmin said, surprised by Minho’s bluntness, he was going to have to get used to this, “well, uh, the study rooms?”
“Where?”
Seungmin stared in disbelief, “You’re telling me three years in college and you don’t know where the study rooms are?”
“I don’t study in study rooms, smartass.”
“Of course you don’t,” Seungmin rubbed his face, “come on, get up, let’s go.”
Annoyed by Seungmin’s remark, he snatched the hand he held out, letting the taller boy drag him to whatever hellhole he suggested.
—
While the younger took impatient strides to the library gate of their college, Minho took a glance at their hands. He had only met him today, and the first impression sure was strong.
The sudden halt in Seungmins steps took Minho back into reality, realizing he was already in the library. Seungmin pulled out his student card to scan it against a black sensor that opened a door to a tidy and boring study cubicle.
“This is already hell.” Minho breathes out looking at the small space around them.
A round table in the middle, with large windows on the opposite side of the door.
There was a small bookshelf in the corner of the room. It looked unfamiliar, despite his long term in the university he had never been to a place like this, and it made him feel more grateful than regretful.
“Sit down, and show me your schedule. I need to figure out what type of classes you have.” Seungmin was bluntly straightforward, eyes only locked on his notebook he had already unpacked.
“Bossy much? Can’t we just do ice breakers, like how you do on the first days. To… you know, get to know the other person better?” Minho's voice was laced with a hint of sarcasm and Seungmin only stared at the boy.
“I know I’m pretty, you don't have to stare at–” The cocky junior’s words got cut off by Seungmin.
“Listen. Now that we’re sitting here, let me get my priorities straight with you. Even with your payment, I don't think I’ll stand the bullshit you come up with to waste my time. I will gladly stop tutoring you at any minute, and that's only your loss, since you need daddy's money.”
Minho’s face plastered with shock from how serious the dude could be. He had just been threatened and roasted at the same time, and as much as it hurt Minho’s pride – it was oddly hot.
“Changbin told you the whole thing?”
“Yeah. He left out the part where you and him used to be friends with benefits though, but I could really, really care less.”
Another shock hit the junior, at this rate Minho was ready to flip the table. It didn’t take the slow and dull Minho to realize Changbin must be really close to Seungmin.
“How did he leave that part out… when you know?” Minho almost whispered dumbfounded.
To which the younger only responded with a small smirk as he looked at his laptop, busy in his own work.
The junior stared at the sight. This nerd had a lot of confidence and was plain out blunt. His personality intrigued Minho, how the two different styles had been mixed into that one, lowkey scary body.
“Your schedule, Minho.”
“Ah. Right.”
In the next thirty minutes, Seungmin went over Minho’s schedule and performance in every class to know at which level he stanned. Minho could’ve sworn he saw a judgmental side eye at least 50 times during the process.
Minho was closely observing.
Seungmin took out a notepad and wrote some of his classes on it.
“You’re passing in most of your dance centered classes, so we don’t have to look at those.
Our main focuses will be on your advanced writing class, you’re crashing and burning in that class, and also your advanced organic chemistry elective for your minor. I don’t understand why and how you’re minoring in Chemistry, but I don’t really care. Except for the fact that you're failing in that class too.”
Seungmin explains while making notes on his pad. Minho was already bored to death and wanted to leave that instant.
His prayers were answered after they hit the hour mark.
“This meeting was just to get to know how I’ll be helping you in the future, so you can fuck off early today. We’re meeting in two days again though.”
Seungmin explains blandly while packing his things.
“Why are you so boring, isn't your life pitiful?”
Minho stares at the younger boy disgustingly.
“Haha. Minho? Please fuck off.” Seungmin says with a sarcastic and overly sweet smile, to which Minho laughs at.
“Yes, sir. Bye!”
Minho leaves the room first and has never been as fast to reach his dorm.
—
“That was draining. There's no way i'm doing that anymore.”
Minho immediately crashes on to their dorm living room sofa, where Chan had occupied the single seater with a laptop and a smug smile.
“Now now, if it isn't the consequences of your own damn actions.” Chan smiles sweetly at Minho who was giving him a death glare.
“I am so close to throwing you out of our broken and disgusting kitchen window, right now.” Minho says.
“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad Minho. Changbin told me Seungmin is a great friend of his.”
“The boy isn’t that bad, but he could be mistaken for Satan himself. He is kind of hot. Really stuck up and cocky though.” Minho reminisced about his time in the study room while looking at the ceiling.
“Sounds like someone I know… ahem.” Chan mumbles.
“Ay ay. I am nothing like that dork. To remind you Mr. Bang. I have played with half of the people in this university. He wouldn't be able to get even a pity date in here.” Minho states cockily.
“Hence, why half the university hates you, and is done with your shit. At least Seungmin seems likable…”
Minho winces at Chan's words, which results in the older boy laughing at the angry cat-looking boy in front of him.
—
Days and days pass by and Minho is getting more annoyed with the boy.
The snarky comments, the sassy looks, Minho is tired of it.
“Minho!”
“Oh my God, what is it?!”
Seungmin slams his pen down, “I have had it with you, Lee. You don’t listen, you’re always a little fucking bitch, and just pure annoying! Why beg me to tutor you if you aren’t gonna listen?”
Minho stops spinning in his chair and sets his phone down. Seungmin is red in the face, glasses smacked down onto his nose and bangs sticking to his forehead.
“Annoying?” Minho scoffs, “ I’m the annoying one?” His voice shakes, like he can’t conceal his emotions.
Seungmin takes a deep breath and stands up, “I am so fucking tired of doing this with you. I’m leaving.”
“Fine then! Leave!” Minho shouts, “I could care less. Maybe I could find someone who’s willing to tutor me without belittling me every second!”
“I do not belittle you.”
“And you’re lying too?”
Seungmin’s eye twitches before he leaves the room, slamming his door on the way out.
Minho flared his nostrils. The room felt stuffy, he wanted to cry.
Fuck .
—
“You know… I kind of understand where Seungmin was coming from, you know? It can get frustrating.”
Chan cautiously spoke, and received a glare from Minho.
The older boy was sitting on the couch, hugging a cushion, hoping it would make great self-defense in case Minho throws something at him from his place on the rug.
“Why are you always against me? Like everything's my fault?! All of the time?! Is it because im your ex–”
Minho bit on his tongue to cut off his own words. Guilt bubbled in him, before he cleared his throat to continue.
“My point is. I'm no angel, but I don’t understand how you could put me at fault here?”
Chan smiled at how Minho seemed like a toddler, pouting. He decided not to acknowledge Minho’s slipped tongue from earlier and moved closer to the sulking boy.
“You know… you seem really bothered over something so small. You're Lee Minho– The boy who got into the worst fights but seemed completely nonchalant after. Why is this poking at your soft spot?”
Chan’s tone felt fuzzy and warm, no matter what had happened between them over the years. Chan’s presence always brought Minho comfort.
The sulking boy who was hugging his knees, avoided eye contact, hoping to avoid the whole question itself.
The question he has been trying to avoid ever since he came out of that suffocating study room, then to his dorm, now, when ranting to his roommate because the itching anger of that fight hasn't left him.
The whole situation was frustrating itself, but not knowing why he was feeling this way was worse.
Minho bit his bottom lip and stuffed his head between his folded knees, and muffled.
“I don’t know…”
—
Two days passed, and Minho hadn’t even thought about opening his balcony door, so obviously going outside was out of the question.
The Chemistry lectures could take a rain check according to his head. The boredom was catching up to him, even after rewatching the whole twilight sequel twice, and maybe shedding a few tears over it. The lack of productivity was a disturbance to his routine, thanks to Kim Seungmin.
Seungmin.
Minho groaned in his coffin-like bed and turned over, messing up his wrinkled sheets.
The fight kept replaying in his head and he was sick of trying to avoid it now too.
“You know what! Fuck this shit! I’m texting him, and i’ll apologi–”
Minho’s self-talk got cut when the door to his room echoed a knock, and then barged open to reveal an excited Chan waddling his way in.
Minho all but sighed at the sight, there was no use of complaining.
“Minho! My lovely sunshine droplet baby sunflower reincarnation of the purest thing alive, is holding a party for our one month anniversary tomorrow! You’re coming.” Chan’s tooth achingly sweet voice hurt Minho’s ears, as he internally gagged at his roommate's behaviour.
“The excessive pet names were unnecessary. You have that as his contact, don’t you? Wait. Why did your invitation not sound like a question?” Minho asked, darting eyes.
“Yes, yes I do. Because it’s not a question?”
Chan replied back from Minho’s doorframe.
“Sorry you blonde hoe, I am not going.” Minho wraps his blanket around him tighter, covering his face.
“You’ve been stuck in this room for days. I’m dragging you out of here if you don’t stop whining.” Chan said– playfully annoyed.
Minho groaned in his sheets and eventually surrendered. There was no use fighting Chan, he would keep his word about physically dragging Minho out of his beloved bed.
The next day came quickly, and Minho slept in late. The party was to happen at night so Chan didn’t bother waking him up as he left early to help Changbin with preparations.
“It’s okay. It’s all fine! This is great actually, I get to get drunk, forget about that stupid and irrelavent event and breathe! This will take me back to my bad bitch energy Lee Minho. Mhm!” Minho talked to his own reflection inside their bathroom, while finishing his skincare routine.
He was confused on who he was trying to convince at this point.
The boy busied himself into dolling up for tonight.
A sheer silk black button up thrown over a black tank top, both tucked into high waisted black leather pants. The silk shirt’s buttons were undone, threatening to slip off the dancer’s half bare shoulders. To match the black, Minho threw on a few silver jewelry, trying to make it look simplistic.
The full image of his finished product reflected on the full body mirror hung in the living room of their apartment and the boy took a moment to smile.
The cocky junior already knew he was attractive as fuck.
His body portions are perfectly satisfying, and muscles that were built from dancing and gym visits with Chan.
Hair set back, putting his beautifully sculpted face on full display for everyone to admire. Sharp features and full control of his facial expressions.
After spotting the time, the boy rushed outside the house, throwing on some heavy black boots, realizing he was running late.
—
The party house was noisy and busy. There were a lot more people than he had expected. It was a typical college party at some rich person’s house.
The music and lights being disgustingly loud and flashy made Minho want to leave the environment that moment, before he felt a painful impact on his shoulder.
“Hey. What the fuck–”
“Minho!!! Goddamn princess! Respond to the group chat once in awhile so we know you’re not dead…”
A familiar voice cut off Minho’s expression.
Hyunjin. An old but good friend of his and Chan’s, and right beside the long-haired and beautiful boy, Jisung. Who they all knew since freshman year of college.
“Hyun… that hurt…” Minho exaggerated.
“Aww… really? Suck it up whore.” Hyunjin replied with a motherly tone and pouting eyes.
“Minho!? Love! Where in Narnia's ass crack have you been my guy?” Jisung threw himself over Minho’s shoulder, making him stumble.
They all laughed together and entered the house. The older boy fell at ease with their presence.
Minho was amazingly popular, everyone surrounded him and initiated small talk. A walking magnet. He was grateful about the fact that even with this popularity his close friends were genuine and not fake or here for the drama.
The junior almost died laughing looking at how Jisung tripped and knocked over the table with condiments on it, making everyone pause and look at his tiny ass panicking and running to Hyunjin who just looked at him in disappointment.
“You did come!” Chan’s voice was heard behind Minho and the younger one immediately recognized it. Jolting his head to the direction of the voice.
“Come before we cut the cake so you can meet Changbin!” Chan’s hand dragged Minho as he waved goodbye at the broken table with Jisung as a decoration piece still next to it.
“Have fun with that!” Minho called out to Hyunjin before leaving.
The place was less crowded on the second floor, which was where the both of them ended up at. The older boy ran to his lover and Minho followed behind him.
“Minho! I’m glad you made it.” Changbin spoke in a formal tone.
“You are?” Minho questioned, wincing internally.
Changbin gave an awkward laugh, and the three of them fell into small talk. Minho glanced over his shoulder in the midst of being the third wheel of the duo and his eyes accidentally caught the sight of the person he never imagined to be here, and damn, was it a beautiful sight.
Seungmin. Who was standing with two other boys who seemed to be around his age.
He was dressed in a white button up that was tucked into black jeans. The first few buttons undone, revealing all of his neck and a part of his collarbones. The long sleeves of the white button up, were rolled up to his elbow with his wrist decorated in silver jewelry. His bangs were set back, and the nerdish thick glasses were gone.
He was almost unrecognizable, but breathtakingly gorgeous. Minho failed to realize he was staring at the boy for pretty long now, and that Seungmin had noticed and was walking towards him now.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Seungmin’s voice broke Minho’s daydream off, filling him with anxiety now that he was facing Seungmin who was impatiently waiting for a reply.
Of course he’s at the party. He’s Changbin’s close friend. Oh my god.
“You clean up nice.” Minho awkwardly spoke, not knowing what to do at the moment.
Seungmin just stared at the older boy with a confused expression.
“Ookayy?” Seungmin looked at Minho, expectedly, but he just awkwardly laughed.
A drunk student bumped into Seungmin’s shoulder at that moment and spilled the contents of his drink on the white button up.
“Shit! Sorry!” The student exclaimed, looking at the damage he did, but rushed to where he was going, leaving Seungmin pissed.
“Oh my god. Are you okay?” Minho stepped closer to Seungmin to observe the spill that left a brown stain.
Seungmin sighed, trying to contain his frustration, and Minho laughed at his patience.
“Why are you laughing?” Seungmin daunted, and Minho snorted, trying to contain his giggles.
“Sorry, sorry. Let’s go to the bathroom, I have a stain removing stick thingy for clothes, maybe it’ll work?” The older boy gestured the way to the bathroom and Seungmin simply nodded and followed his direction.
After handing the product to Seungmin, Minho awkwardly stands outside the bathroom door.
“Do you, uh, want me to come in with you?”
Minho asks nervously, earning a confused face from the other.
“Why are you being so damn awkward… I think I can do it on my own mom .” Seungmin lets out an airy chuckle before entering the bathroom.
Minho releases a long exhale and falls to his back hitting the wall.
“Why am I acting like this? This is frustratingly weird."
Minho thinks back to everything, trying to connect each dot and thought.
Why his head had been filled with the younger's voice, image and thoughts for days, why he actually had motivation to attend each session even if they were deathly boring. Why was he feeling a queasy feeling in his stomach right now.
It was quite simple, but the famous Lee Minho only had the epiphany of his feelings at that very moment.
I have a fucking crush, on that nerd?!
The boy almost fell to the floor, he needed to rant somewhere, someone to validate what he’s feeling, and freak out with him.
The group chat Hyunjin had mentioned was reminded to him at that moment, and he quickly pulled out his phone to search through its messages. A groupchat with Hyunjin, Jisung, him and Chan was actively there, drowning in the ignored messages that were over a 100.
-/-
Minho: Guys. GUYS! I need help.
Hyunjin: Omg?! Is that a corpse in this gc?? :00
Jisung: Why did you leave me with the broken table!?!?!
Hyunjin: SHUT UP. MINHO IS TYPING.
Minho: So. I have gotten myself into a fucking mess.
You guys know the nerd Kim Seungmin, right? Either way.
This dude has been tutoring (torturing) me for some time
now, and I THINK I HAVE A FUCKING CRUSH ON HIM?!
Hyunjin: OMGGG><L<PNOIWIOW
The player Lee Minho has a crush?!
I could write a fanfic on this.
Jisung: First get our story straight, love. <3 :)
Hyunjin: –
Chan: OH??? Seungmin? The boy Changbin recommended? :00
Minho: Yeah…..
Also don't add your bf–
Chan added Changbin to the chat.
Chan: BABY! MY FRIEND HAS A CRUSH
ON YOUR FRIEND. It’s like its fate <333
Changbin: It is, my lovely sunshine <33
Hyunjin: …
Jisung: …
Minho: …
Changbin: Wait. Who tf broke my table?!
Jisung left the chat.
Hyunjin added Jisung to the chat.
Hyunjin: Jisung did it. :)
Jisung: This is why you have mommy issues,
and couldn’t keep our relationship together.
Hyunjin: What. The. Fuck.
Changbin: Damn… The table was on clearance you know-
It aint that serious-
Chan: Fight! Fight! Fight!
-/-
Minho tore his attention away from his phone. Clearly his attempt at getting advice on what to do was a fail. He also reminded himself why he never opened that damned group chat.
“And back on silent.” Minho smiles, and puts his phone away.
“What's on silent?” Seungmin’s voice made Minho shriek and almost throw his phone at the younger boy.
“Calm down! It’s me! Not only do you look like a cat, you act like one…” Seungmin mumbles under his breath and Minho fails to catch it.
“Damn. Maybe it's your terrifyingly ugly face. That scared the living shit out of me.” Minho puts a hand on his chest and breathes relievingly with his eyes closed.
Seungmin laughs at the sight, before stepping closer to Minho, “That's coming bold from someone who couldn't keep his eyes off of the other.”
Minho stops processing for a moment before clearing his throat and walking out of the aisle they were in for the bathrooms.
Minho swears he could feel Seungmin’s smug smirk behind him as they walked back into the party.
“Changbin is probably waiting!” Minho marched off, expecting the younger to follow.
“Don’t act all friendly Lee. I haven’t forgotten about your little bitch moment. Even though that could be every moment with you.” Seungmin walks besides Minho and calmly warns.
Minho scoffs at that, “What makes you think I’m acting friendly? To remind you, Kim, you were at fault.”
“For being more responsible and mature than you can ever be? I’m guilty.” Seungmin remarks with a sarcastic tone, and it pisses Minho off just a bit more.
“For being a stuck-up selfish asshole. Seungmin.” Minho says with a smile.
Seungmin halts in his steps, and waits until Minho does the same and faces him. “What do I need to do, to get you to shut the fuck up, and leave me alone?”
Minho hums in his thoughts for a minute and then stares back at the younger boy with a smile, “Make out with me.”
“What?”
Minho coughs aggressively, "I meant- tutor me again!”
The two beats of silence and Seungmin’s dumbfounded expression were the younger boys’ last straw. He scoffed at Minho and walked right past him.
“I’ll triple your payment. You won’t hear from me again after I pass this semester, I promise.” The calm and confident tone from Minho caught up to Seungmin who stopped in his steps.
As desperate the request was, Minho didn’t sound like he was begging the younger, but benefiting him.
“You’d make a great business man.” Seungmin walked back to Minho, and spoke with a sigh.
“Is that a yes, or?”
“Three sessions a week. If you pull some unbearable shit I’ll deliver your ass right back to your dorm. Understood?” Seungmin demanded, Minho was unsure if he should be saluting a ‘yes sir’ to him in return.
“I’ll meet you tomorrow.” After giving Seungmin a slow once over, Minho smiles and walks off, leaving the younger one staring at him in question.
“Fuck, he’s hot.”
-/-
Minho: Where are you both?
This place keeps getting more crowded.
Hyunjin: We’re outside on the patio.
Jisung is crying again.
Jisung: IJM NIT CRJYING
Hyunjin: Sure, love. Sure.
Minho, did you meet your crush?!?!
Minho: We’re meeting tomorrow…
Do I ask him out?? I don't know what to do.
And can we stop saying
he's my crush, it sounds weird asf.
Hyunjin: …but he is..
What do you want me to say?
Minho: I don't know??
His name??
Hyunjin: right…
Anyway, don’t be too quick to ask him
Out, you don't know how he feels?
Minho: Pffft.
I’m THE Minho, there's no
fucking way I’ll get rejected?
Jisung: IJM ROOITING FOIR
YPOU!@11
Minho: Is he drunk…?
Hyunjin: Please help me.
Changbin: Hide my tables please.
-/-
After another round of drinks, attempting to fix a table, and an hour of trying not to go insane, Minho was finally in his bed.
He ended up falling asleep without a shower, makeup smudged all over his face. He looked like a fallen rockstar.
The leather pants currently stuck to his body were getting uncomfortable by the second, how did he even go out in these?
He grumbled as he walked to the bathroom, hungover banging on his brain's front door.
He felt like the makeup wipes were cleansing his soul. As he stared at his seemingly empty self, he smelt something brewing from the kitchen.
“Chan!” Minho called, “What are you cooking?”
“Your boyfriend!”
Minho sighed, stepping into the kitchen, “I will kill you, Chris.”
Chan only smiled, holding a ladle up to Minho’s mouth. Minho looked suspiciously at it, smelling it a few times before actually tasting it.
“Mm.”
“Is it good?” Chan asked, smiling nervously. He always had a sparkle in his eyes that made Minho want to give everything to him.
“Delicious,” Minho replied, “maybe even better than mine.”
“Ah, no,” Chan whined, “your hangover soup is always better than mine.”
Minho giggled, plopping down on the counter behind the stove, “We didn’t go home together last night. You and Changbin have a bit of.. fun?”
“Ew,” Chan groans, “you’re so disgusting.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“No, we didn’t fuck unfortunately,” Chan smirked into the pot, “I just stayed back to help him clean! That’s all.”
“Mhm,” Minho kicked his butt, “like I would believe that with that giant red spot on your neck.”
Chan rubbed at his neck and swallowed, “It was a bug bite.”
“Oh, shut up!” Minho laughed, “I know you. Now, get me some of that soup, a war is happening in my head right now.” He slid off the counter, sitting at the bar.
“What’s on your mind?” Chan asked, sliding a bowl in front of him.
“Seungmin.”
“What?”
“His face is annoying, his voice is annoying, his lips are annoying, everything about him is so fucking annoying!” Minho ranted, angrily sipping on his spoon.
“That’s all the qualities you usually like about someone, Min.”
“Shut it.”
“You know what else is annoying?” Chan slid into the seat next to Minho, “Your stench, you smell like you fucked a bottle of liquor.”
“Didn't I just tell you to shut up?” Minho glared, “I’ll shower after this…”
Chan laughed as Minho grumbled. His words had no ill intent behind him, Minho knew that.
Minho felt a hand stroke his back, “God, you act so much like a cat, I wonder how our Minnie puts up with you.”
“ Our ?” Minho squinted at him. Chan stayed silent, a smile playing on his lips.
Minho scowled, finishing the soup before quickly storming off to his room.
“And for the record,” Minho shouted, “I’m not in love with him!”
“No one said that!”
Minho scoffed, slamming his door.
His bathroom welcomed him once again. One of his lightbulbs was flickering rapidly, like the alarms in his brain.
He let the shower warm up before running to get his towels, specifically picking up four.
(Chan always asked why he used three washcloths, who was he to question the mighty one?)
Minho loved the way the water cooled him, despite it being boiling hot. He could borderline burn his skin, it was his!
The shower made him sweat even more than it was supposed to. It was weird.
As he massaged the shampoo into his scalp he thought about Seungmin.
Seungmin and his annoyingly cute lips. Seungmin and his annoyingly perfect hands for hand holding. Seungmin and his annoying tendency to give people the most comfortable hug known to man. Seungmin and his annoying self.
Everything about Seungmin irritated Minho. He was even mad at himself for liking him.
The boiling water burns his scratched up scalp.
He just wanted this semester to be over.
—
Holy fuck.
Minho definitely did not forget about his and Seungmin’s meeting. He definitely did not.
He woke up to very angry texts that he did not want to read but had to because Minho had a slight feeling Seungmin knew how to kill someone.
-/-
dumb wack ass bitch small min
Hello????
Minho???
Lee Minho.
damn LMAO sorry
r u still free…
I am going to take your fucking phone and shove it so far up ur fu kkcijg ass youull tasets it MOTHERFUCKER
sorry small Min
ur honey’s hungover
HONEY???
r u really mad… I’m sorry
ill get ready now?
Be here quick.
It's hot.
roger that!
-/-
Minho found himself more excited than he expected himself to be.
Rushing on a white tee and black sweatpants with silver jewelry, he happily hopped to his front door.
"Meeting your lover?" Chan's teasing voice caught Minho's attention, who gave a glare to the older boy.
"Can you ever, I don't know, shut the fuck up?"
Minho fixed his shoes on with a playful annoyed tone, to which Chan giggled to.
—
He was back to the place he oddly missed but wished he never saw again as well.
The small study room with fluorescent lights that would drain his will to live, and background noise (Seungmin's attempt at explaining his chemistry work) that gave him a headache.
He knocked on the door, obviously forgetting his student card again to open the door, and the very used to this situation Seungmin, opened the door with an annoyed face, Minho sparkled.
"Hey, love." The cat-faced boy gave a mischievous smile at the other and made his way into the room.
"Stop with the cringe pet names?" Seungmin glared.
The part where they actually need to study, obviously, sets Minho off into dreamland.
As the younger one spoke about the process of calculating a chemical equation that Minho could care less about, he traced Seungmin’s features slowly with his eyes.
The doe-eyes were annoyingly cute and constantly glaring at Minho, or at the papers.
A beautifully shaped nose.
Minho zones out, immersed in the other's beautiful sight.
His lips. Soft, and cute.
He had noticed everything about Seungmin before, and as much as he wants to still be in denial about liking him, Minho smiles at the thought of grabbing Seungmin by his face an–
"Minho!"
Seungmin's voice echoed in the room and Minho almost fell off his chair because of it.
"What?!"
Minho looks at the glaring boy in front of him. That expression might just be a part of his face at this point.
"Will you stop staring, and focus on the work? I know I'm hot, but contain yourself for at least an hour, Lee."
Minho flushed pink. He caught me staring?!
The older boy scoffs in embarrassment.
"I wasn't staring?? At you especially."
"If you can't have self-control, at least be self-aware. You're lying to both of us." Seungmin smirks proudly.
Minho exhales and makes direct eye contact with Seungmin.
"I'm very much self-aware." Minho leans in closer to Seungmin, who freezes in his spot and his smirk fades.
"About self-control though…"
The older boy's face was now an inch away from Seungmins. Their breaths could be felt on each other's skin. Minho's eyes fell to the younger's lips, wetting his own in hunger.
When looking back up to glance, Seungmin's own eyes were fixated on Minho's lips. Minho reaches out his arm to hold the handle of the chair, across Seungmin’s body who sat on his side, and leans closer with the position.
Before their lips could touch–
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
The fuck?
Seungmin’s breath hitched over the sound and quickly stumbled back, the wheels on his chair rolling backward.
"Our session’s over." He mumbled before grabbing his things and quickly leaving the room.
“Hmm! See you, honey.” Minho reached out with his voice before the door closed. Realizing Seungmin heard it when the boy rushed to leave quicker.
Minho put his back against the chair and smirked widely.
How cute.
—
“I’m telling you he’s absolutely evil. I want an exorcism done.” Seungmin’s chest huffed with the angry talking and speed walking.
The boy next to Seungmin snorted, trying to contain a laugh.
“Felix… This isn’t funny, I’m in a mid-life crisis right now.”
Felix’s laugh died down to a smile, in fear Seungmin could K.O. him at any given moment.
“You do realize you’re more excited than distressed, right?”
Seungmin looked weirdly at Felix who spoke too calmly.
“No, I am in complete stress and agony right now?”
“This is probably the only exciting thing that has ever happened to you. You always had your nose stuck in books since high school. The situation isn’t even that bad. You’re excited that something different is happening around you. No?” Felix asked, turning his head to the other boy, who fell silent.
“I mean, this is Lee Minho we’re talking about as well. The college playboy. Seungmin, be careful of your firsts.” Felix smiles at the younger boy, who gives a smile back.
Right. Be careful.
Seungmin waves Felix goodbye after dropping him off at his class and walks around campus. Hoping it would clear the fog in his mind.
The sight of the sky was not something Seungmin could zone off into.
“It’s probably going to rain soon…”
—
Why does this group chat exist?
Minho: AAAAHHHHHHH
Hyunjin: AAAAAA
Han: AAAAAAAAAAAA
Chan: Why are we screaming?
Minho: SKNJCSN
Hyunjin: thats an ugly keyboard smash.
Are you here to rant about your crush again?
Minho: GUYS. WE ALMOST
KISSED…
Han: Why does Minho sound
like this is his first ever crush??
Hyunjin: Shut up, he’s cute. ;-;
Chan: He’s annoying.
Hyunjin: LET THE MAN TALK.
Minho: I will fucking kill
all three of you.
Changbin: I’ll help hide the bodies.
Chan: BABY?!?!?
Hyunjin: Why is he in this groupchat…
Minho: ANYWAYS! I think I’m
going to confess. Really soon!
Han: IM ROOTING FOR YOU!
Chan: Let’s go on double dates~~
Changbin: I wanna break up.
Chan: ?!?!?! Are you still mad I ate
your food??
Changbin: Yeah. It was desert too.
Hyunjin: Minho, don’t you think you have too much
confidence that he’ll say yes?
Minho: It’ll work out.
Chan: Mhm.
Don’t forget your umbrellas today,
It might rain.
Hyunjin: Yes mom!
Minho: Yes mom.
Han: Yes mom~
Changbin: Yes daddy.
Chan: ;]
Hyunjin: ?!?!?!?
Minho: 0-0
Han: Bleach. I need Bleach.
-/-
The end of the spring breeze blew the trees that were in various colors around their campus.
The sky was filled with different shades of grey, but still bright from the sun.
To Minho, this was the perfect weather. The chilly air before rain.
He walked happily in the backside of college that had a long trail side-walk. Outlined with greenery in pretty colors.
His dance shoes making small spins on the concrete squares. Multiple benches were spread out a couple of feet apart.
When Minho reached the area where most of the trees were, build around small tables. A familiar body was sitting on one of the benches, his head thrown back as if he was sleeping.
There weren’t many people around due to the weather, so his sight of who it could be was clear.
He walked faster to see who it was, closing the big gap between them.
“Seungmin!” Minho beamed and the younger boy blinked his eyes open, squinting sleepy.
After two beats of silence, the place around them grew louder. Sounds of droplets hitting the trees and concrete. The rain started pouring down hard into the space around them.
The smell of rain, fresh and therapeutic, except for Seungmin who stood up in a panic.
“Shit! My papers will get wet!” Minho winced at the storm around them and felt himself being dragged by his hand which was being held by Seungmin’s.
The older boy caught up to his speed and put an arm around the other while running to the nearest roof they could find.
“I can’t believe your only concern is the papers right now. My hair is going to get ruined?! I straightened it too!”
Seungmin laughed out loud at that while running beside the whining boy in the rain, almost soaking them completely.
They rush under an extended roof of their college building, still standing outside but not under the rain anymore. Minho laughed at the situation.
Seungmin’s eyes sparkled while they held sight of Minho’s unmatched beauty.
His hair slightly wet, some strands sticking to his forehead, and the white tee was soaked, causing it to be slightly see-through. Water slowly making its way down his beautifully cut jawline.
Seungmin caught himself gagging at his thoughts.
“My papers! They’re safe!” The younger boy danced happily under the yellow streetlight, and rain while smiling widely.
“You’re all wet from trying to save your papers.” Minho laughs again, more because of the happy mood he was in.
“You’re one to talk… Your shirt is see-through now after trying to protect your hair.” Seungmin snarks playfully at Minho, who was now widely smirking.
“Thank you for noticing?”
Minho laughs at Seungmin’s disgusted expression, and the beautiful sight of his crush, next to the sound and smell of rain. Everything that made him happy.
—
“So,” Minho spins around in the chair, lips puckered and attention elsewhere, “you free after this?”
“Why?” Seungmin asks, pen repeatedly tapping at the paper in front of him. He has his eyes fixated on Minho, it makes the latter nervous.
Minho swallows, “I was wondering if you would want to hang out.. you know, put aside our differences?”
Seungmin squints his eyes suspiciously, “Are you asking me on a date right now? Are you serious?”
“It’s not a date!” He defends, it comes out more nervous than he wanted, “I just… wanted to hang out, okay?!”
Seungmin smiles, “Maybe I am free, what are you planning to do?”
“Karaoke?” Minho suggests, biting his tongue.
“Hm.”
—
The loud music of the room rings in Seungmin’s ears. He couldn’t see out of the comically large sunglasses resting on his nose, but he could feel the energy radiating from the boy belting out in front of him.
Minho shared a similar pair of glasses except his were purple while Seungmin’s was blue. He had a giant smile on his face as he held out the mic to Seungmin, inviting him to sing into it.
Seungmin felt relaxed for the first time in a while, stress building up on him like a child playing with building blocks. He liked this feeling.
A small and simple smile played around on Minho’s lips. Seungmin couldn’t tell what he was feeling but he hoped it was something good.
By the time their minutes were up, Seungmin had a warm feeling in his chest. He wanted to lock it in, feel it forever.
“Seungmin,” Minho looked up at him, sunglasses pushing back his hair, “wanna get a drink with me?”
“A drink? Really?” Seungmin giggled, “Sure.”
—
Seungmin likes to think he’s not a lightweight. He’s confident in it.
Minho, on the other hand, is a definite lightweight.
Three soju bottles lie on the table in front of them. Minho is slumped over and Seungmin doesn’t know what to do with him.
He thinks for a moment, something he never liked doing. He could call a cab for Minho, send him home safely, and go home himself, or…
There's no other option, that's his only choice.
After paying for the meal, he cracks his back, preparing to carry someone who probably lifts his weight.
He carefully slides Minho onto his back, being gentle enough to not hurt him in any way.
The outside is cold, Seungmin can feel Minho cuddle closer to his back. A breeze hits his face, he can feel his nose go cold.
“Seung,” Minho quietly whines, “I’m cold…”
“You’ll be home in a minute,” Seungmin responds, shifting Minho higher on his back, “be patient.”
“No.”
Seungmin groaned. He’d have to deal with this if he doesn't call over a cab in the next five minutes.
Minho’s grip tightened on Seungmin’s neck. His breathing was slow and steady, the same as his heartbeat. Seungmin’s breathing and heartbeat felt irregular. He was breathing hard, he felt like he hiked up a hill.
Minho’s lips touched Seungmin’s nape ever so slightly, it sent a shock through his body.
“I wanna go home…” Minho whispered, snuggling more into Seungmin’s nape.
“We’ll be home in a minute, cabs are hard to get at this hour,” Seungmin sighed, finally catching sight of an orange-colored car.
He waved down to them, hoping that they'd see their cold faces. The car slowed down, coming up right next to them.
“Thank god…” Seungmin smiled, walking closer to the car.
“Where to?” The driver asked.
Seungmin plopped Minho in the back seat, paying the driver, “Gugudan University campus please.”
He slid into the seat next to Minho, buckling him in.
Minho stayed silent on the ride home, doing nothing more than picking at his nails or scratching his head.
“Min,” Minho whined as they stepped out, the familiar air of the apartments engulfing them, “could you stay with me tonight?”
Seungmin tilted his head, thinking on whether or not he should.
“Ugh,” He groaned, “fine.”
Minho giggled, happy.
Seungmin liked the sound of that.
—
The smiling drunk junior waddled happily to the entrance of their dorm building.
Seungmin looked at the cute sight and already thought of the ways he would tease Minho after he was sober.
"You live in a dorm? I thought it would be some luxury apartment." Seungmin opened the door for the other, letting the warm air inside engulf them.
"I am a biirdddd!!"
Minho, who was silent and calm earlier, was now running in circles in their building lobby.
Seungmin felt tired just thinking about how he has to deal with a drunk kid.
"Shh, I prefer you sleeping and carrying you on my back than this…" The younger boy could cry watching how Minho stumbled on his own foot and fell to the marble floors softly.
"Please. The elevator is here, can we please–"
"Minnie!! Watch the stars with me!" Minho pointed up to the ceiling that only held a big chandelier.
—
After a lot of effort and headaches, they had reached Minho's front door, with an arm around Seungmin’s neck, making him carry the weight of the other.
"You're so dead tomorrow." Seungmin hisses at the older boy, who gives a small giggle and a wide smile to the other.
As frustrating as it was, Seungmin didn't feel any regret being here. The warm fuzzy feeling he wanted to ignore, bubbled for more attention.
"We're heree!" Minho stumbled into the dorm, and immediately crashed to the floor.
"Wait, where do I sleep? Minho? Hey!" Seungmin stood there dumbfounded at the boy who fell asleep as soon as he dropped his body on the carpeted floor.
His body curled up like a cat. If Seungmin wasn't already aware of how evil the other was, his pure face right now would totally fool him otherwise.
Seungmin kneeled down to look at the older boy up closer.
He seemed so pretty, it made Seungmin's heartache.
—
"AHHHHHH!!"
It was the next morning, and the house was filled with Minho’s high pitched scream.
"MINHO WHAT THE FUC–"
Seungmin jumped from the sound, completely terrified
"Why were you sleeping next to me?!?!?"
Both of the boys had ended up sleeping on the carpet floor together, and the first sight Minho saw as his headache woke him up was Seungmin's oddly angelic face, sound asleep.
Seungmin squinted annoyed eyes at Minho, "Because you forced me to… Minho."
"Why would I force you?!"
"Lee, can you shut up, stop screaming and let me have some extra sleep. Taking care of your drunk ass has me still drained." Seungmin mumbled and rolled over to the other side, while Minho kept frozen on his spot.
"Get away, get away, get away."
Somehow the next reaction Minho has to his crush sleeping by him, is to kick the other away.
"What- what are you doing?! Stop kicking me, are you 5?!"
—
Minho awkwardly slid a mug to Seungmin, a cardigan wrapped around his body.
The air around the two of them was tense, neither of them wanted to speak.
“So,” Minho sighed, “I didn’t do anything weird, right?”
Seungmin giggled, “You thought we were married, if that’s weird to you.”
Minho awkwardly smiled, “Hm, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”
“Don’t die!” Seungmin sipped his tea.
Minho gave him a grin, running to the bathroom as quick as he could and locking himself in.
He slammed himself on the door, slowly sliding down it. He buried his face in his hands, his face a bright red.
“Why..” he muttered to himself, “why did I do that..?”
“It wasn’t that bad, you know,” A voice echoed from outside the door, “you just got mad at me for not wearing my ring .”
Minho lightly gasped, a wave of embarrassment hitting him, “I did what?”
(/)
“Seungmin-ah,” Minho mumbled, “where is it?”
“Hm?” Minho’s head was on Seungmin’s lap, he refused to let the younger man leave him alone.
“Your ring!”
Seungmin giggles at Minho’s flushed face, brushing a stray hair away from his face, “What ring?”
“The—! The one we—!” Minho huffed, sitting up abruptly, “Did you forget we’re married?!”
Seungmin just laughed, “What are you talking about? You’re drunk out of your mind, let me carry you to your room.”
“No, no, no!” He squinted, slapping the carpet, “Your ring! I’m not sleeping till I… till…”
Minho’s head wobbled, crashing onto Seungmin’s shoulder. They both fell to the floor, Seungmin’s head felt more painful than ever.
Minho was peacefully sleeping on his chest, makeup smudged all over his face and Seungmin’s shirt. His nose twitched as he slept, Seungmin found it adorable.
He ran a hand through Minho’s hair, sighing, “I wish this could happen more often.”
Minho mumbled something he couldn’t make out.
“I’ll take that as an agreement.”
(/)
Minho curled up at the bottom of the bathroom door, hearing Seungmin’s sweet giggles after telling that horrific story was enough to make his stomach churn.
“It’s not that bad, like, Changbin once confessed his love for Chan.. to me ,” Seungmin laughed, “if you had seen it, you would’ve puked, trust me.”
Minho stood up, peeking his head outside. Seungmin was leaning on the doorframe, t-shirt loosely wrapped around his frame. His hair was ruffled a bit, and his lips were pink from the tea (it was hibiscus.) Minho’s heart palpitated.
“You finished the tea?” He asked, the question coming out smaller than intended.
“It was good,” he shook the empty mug in his hand, “you make good tea.”
“Why are you suddenly so nice?”
The question confused Seungmin, Minho could see it on his face.
“Why did you take care of me last night, Seungmin?” He asked more sternly.
“Do you think I’m heartless?” Seungmin snarled, “I’m not gonna leave a fucking drunk person out on their own, who do you think I am?”
Minho hummed, receiving the answer he didn’t want, but was still nice to hear.
“I’ll drive you home, you can’t see, can you?” Minho gestured to Seungmin’s face, “where’s your glasses?”
“They’re in the car, I wore contacts yesterday.” Seungmin fiddled with his fingers.
“‘Kay, let’s go,” Minho stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing the keys on the counter, “gotta get you home.”
“You don’t have a car?”
“Channie lets me borrow his, get out before I drop you off somewhere random!”
“Wait,” Seungmin placed a hand over his hip, “before you take me home, can we get hangover soup?”
Minho sighed, “ Fine. ”
—
Minho contemplated on opening the car door for Seungmin, quickly brushing the idea off with anxiety, he swifted himself into the leather seats.
“We’ve spent almost a whole day together. It’s a bigger shock because it's been with you .” Seungmin laughed to himself, feeling more comfortable than usual. Thankfully, it made Minho feel less anxious. The events of last night were foggy to him which made him be on edge.
There was an awkward silence in the car. The culprit? Minho.
After being sober, the situation was coming to more sense. This feels too real, it feels as if they’re dating. The part where they’re not was bothering him.
He bit his lip, trying to focus on the road.
They settled into the restaurant and all worry melted away. Laughing at the smallest things while eating, occasional moments where Minho would blush looking at Seungmin’s facial expressions.
“You have something on your lips.” Seungmin points to the right curve of his own lips, showing the other.
“Oh, well then take it off for me, with your lips.” Minho spoke with a straight face, holding eye contact with the other, who blinked excessively to Minho’s unexpected (it was expected) words.
The older boy smiled innocently, leaning over the table making their faces closer than before.
“You won’t? Hmm, that's what I thought." The innocent angelic smile turned into a teasing smirk.
Seungmin felt oddly challenged, not breaking eye contact, besides the short glances to Minho's lips.
And when the smirk grew, Seungmin took a dry tissue from its compartment and shoved it in Minho's face, who gave a muffled annoyed whine.
"Do it yourself, Lee ." Seungmin darted his eyes at the pouting boy.
"You're no fun."
"Your definition of fun is being annoying." The boy smiled at Minho, who was giving a glare back playfully.
The food was finished and the wooden seats started to feel uncomfortable, yet neither of them asked to leave.
"If you're done, here's the bill. We have other people waiting for this table. Thank you." A waitress spoke with a sweet customer service smile, Minho gave the girl a nod, and took the bill. Paying for it without letting the other boy protest.
"I'll drop you home." Seungmin gave a small nod.
They reached the boy's place after the long ride of playful bickering. Minho cursed at himself for not driving slow enough, not ready to let the other boy go.
They both stepped onto the rocky pavement in front of a front gate.
"Thank you for the ride? Sorry I can't invite you in, it's a mess." Seungmin laughs, the tone of his voice a lot sweeter than ever before.
Minho swallows at the sight. He wanted to tell him not to leave, make a few more excuses, because he needed them. There was no reason for him to stay. They were less than friends and it was hard being content with that.
He didn't want to have an excuse to hang around Seungmin, not be shoved off for a kiss and hold hands not because he's being dragged but because he can.
"Seungmin?"
"Hmm, what?"
Minho cleared his dry throat, he's an experienced person when it comes to dating, there was not much to be nervous about, this was him lying to himself, he was dead fucking nervous. He looked up to the other boy with a wide smile.
"Are you, uh, free? Tomorrow?" Minho's voice shakes a little and he internally screams at himself for it.
"Uhm, no, actually. Why, though?"
Nervousness itched at him, blinking excessively. "For a tutoring session! Whenever you can, I need help with an essay. I'm paying you, you know? I'll leave now." Minho spat his words quickly, and was already on his side of the car standing outside.
"I-I’ll text you!" Seungmin stood there dumbfounded when Minho was already in the car, starting the engine and without a glance– leaving.
—
“Stop biting at your nails,” Changbin whispered, “why are you overthinking this?”
Seungmin sighed, “He looked like he had something else on his mind.”
“And?”
“Minho always voices everything he wants to say, it’s weird, I’m worried.”
Changbin laughs, ruffling Seungmin’s hair, “Who are you and what have you done with my Seungminnie?”
Seungmin lets out a giggle, “What are you talking about?” He drags out.
“Didn’t you hate this man up until a week ago?” Changbin smiles, then gasps, “has he seduced you?”
“My god no! What is wrong with you?” Seungmin buries himself into the couch, “Why— how would he even seduce me, bastard?”
“Eh, it makes sense,” The other rubs a hand on Seungmin’s back, “to me, at least.”
Seungmin sighs, taking more interest in the pillow in front of him rather than Changbin, the boy spewing information Seungmin certainly did not want to hear.
He pondered over his thoughts. Maybe he did take a bit of interest in Minho, so what? If he wanted to admire his perfectly-shaped, kissable lips, or his cat-like, gleaming eyes, or—
“Min-ah,” Changbin calls.
“Huh?”
“I asked what pizza you want,” He has his phone in his hand, case pink and sparkly, heh, “Channie’s coming over, I need to feed all three of us.”
“Ah, bulgogi for me.” Seungmin says, brushing his hair back with his hand.
“Mkay.”
Seungmin’s phone vibrates. Who could it be?
-/-
Lee Minho.
minniiieieiieeeeee
im bored
Minho?
What could you possibly want right now?
you
haha lmao I meant what?
that wasn’t supposed to send
Um…
ignore that
i know u just got home but
what are you doing rn?
you forgot to text me yk
Didn’t know I was obligated to text you every time I got home.
Haha.
u said you’d text me
liar
you text very weirdly yk
Are you scared of punctuation?
Ooohhh periods so scaryyy
i hate you
You’re in love with me.
so what if I am?
?
What?
I have to go
I have dance practice
Bye
What the fuck
Don’t leave me on delivered like that?
Minho???
-/-
Seungmin threw his phone down, stressed. How could Minho just admit something like that then leave?
“Who does he think he is?!”
“Who?”
Seungmin gasps in shock. He totally didn’t forget he had a nosy roommate with an equally nosy boyfriend.
“No one, stop peeking at my phone, Chan.” Seungmin commented, snarling.
“I—! I wasn’t, I would never.” Chan said, taking offense to Seungmin’s comment.
“Hmph.” Seungmin stood up, grabbing his pizza box and storming to his room.
“Seungmin is very, very strange, baby.” Chan huffs.
“You get used to it.” Changbin replies, pecking him on the lips, Chan’s face forming a smile almost immediately.
—
Seungmin screams into his pillow. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t form thoughts and he doesn’t want to. He wishes he could be a blue betta fish, floating in the water.
He’s come to a realization that he would never want to think of; He liked Minho. He liked the one person he thought he could never like.
That single thought was crushing him.
Every day after he met him he’d wake up, put a bit more effort into his outfit than usual, and check the mirror before leaving the house fully. Why? He wanted Minho to call him pretty again.
He felt weird. He doesn’t like having crushes for the reason that it’s always a 50/50; whether you get rejected or not is purely up to the universe.
He didn’t like it, but he did like Mr. Lee Minho.
Bleh .
—
"You look too happy…" Hyunjin spoke in a questioning tone. "It's going to ruin my appetite."
Minho ignored the disgusted stare he was getting as he practically waddled to the dance practice room with a cat smile.
"Did you finally confess? Are you dating now? Hey. Hey!" Hyunjin shouted, not earning any reactions from Minho.
"I don't owe you an answer hyunniee."
Hyunjin huffed and narrowed his eyes at the older boy. "Anyways. I haven't seen Chan since the party. Where is he?"
Right. Chan.
"He's with Changbin a lot now, since they're dating." Minho's mood had dropped from the sky, to the hard concrete ground.
Why does it feel so guilty? Changbin would've told him by now?
"It doesn't even matter." Minho mumbled to himself, and Hyunjin succeeded in catching his words.
"You haven't told Chan, have you?"
Of course Hyunjin knew of the situation, he has always been the person Minho ranted to the most when Chan and him broke up.
"Do you think it matters if I do or not? Chan is happy in his relationship, and Changbin has stayed quiet about it. Do you think it makes any difference?"
Hyunjin hummed, taking in Minho’s rant rooting from frustration.
“Listen. You know Chan the best out of all of us. You fucked up if you ask me.” Hyunjin shrugged, obviously he would be honest. But being called out on it didn’t feel nice either.
“The problem is how you hid it. If you had brought it up atleast within a week it wouldn’t have been hard for him. You know how he is, a rational and mature person. It's not your fault to have a past, I just think that’s something Chan should know about. He’s actually serious about Changbin.” Hyunjin’s tone was calm as he worked on stretching before their dance practice.
Minho stayed silent, his eyes gazing at the shiny flooring. “I need to tell him. Don’t I?”
Hyunjin analyzed Minho’s spaced put expression.
“Well! I’m just saying, the choice is yours at the end of the day. If something goes wrong don’t hold me accountable!” The dancer smiles at Minho who just gives him a death glare.
Fuck. I do need to tell him .
Minho dragged out the day as long as possible before going back to his dorm. Wishing desperately Chan would be at Changbin’s place right now.
The door opens and Minho’s amazing luck comes in handy!
“Hey Minho!” Chan greets happily.
Minho gives a smile back, hoping it actually looked like one.
Chan, his comfort person. He never wanted to hurt him in any way, there was no way he could. Now that he’s about to, all he can feel is the dirty, muddy feeling of guilt.
“If you have something to tell me, I’d rather you say it then stare at me for this long… I’m getting uncomfortable min.” Chan half jokes, laughing at Minho who has been way too quiet but apparently his stares have not.
The younger boy swallows, still finding difficult to say anything.
“Chan? I want you to know, I really, genuinely appreciate you, you know?” Minho’s big gleaming eyes fixated on Chan swell when he sees Chan’s big childish smile to such simple words.
“Okayy… go on.”
“I need to tell you something. I hate to do it so late, and I know you deserve to know, because it’s worse keeping it from you.” Minho starts off slow, not being able to hold eye contact, but he sees how Chan’s smile drops down, lingering an after effect smile that seemed to be stuck there.
So with Chan’s silence, Minho continues. He tells him the story. The past that Minho and Changbin shared. How disgusting his younger self was, and how the both of them had recognized each other in the first meeting.
Chan blinks a few times, his eyes zones out on to their kitchen counter. When Minho finishes, the other’s silence creeps a weird feeling in his stomach.
“You’re telling me this now ?” voice cold, with emotions held back, makes Minho shiver, he drops his eyes low.
“Hey, don’t think about it too much okay? I’m over it, and he has you. This is just stuff from the past–”
Chan lets out a deep rooted laugh throwing his head back. Minho’s eyes shoot up to look at the other and find his eyes high with tears.
“You know, I talk a lot about you to Changbin. Yet he never mentioned it once. Fuck. ” He laughed softer this time, tears falling down now.
“Chan.”
“Why is it… that you always ruin the best things for me? Even when we were younger. You were always too selfish and greedy. You dated me for fun and I had fallen in love– yet still! I understood perfectly, because why wouldn’t I?” Chan’s voice broke, tears mixing with his words.
Minho’s eyes burned, he looked at the other in disbelief.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re bringing up our past to get to me? Chan. You’re overreacting.” Minho gritted, stopping any tears that try to form.
“You don’t get to tell me that, Minho. You can’t fucking bear to see me happy.” His voice growled, reaching deeper.
“I don’t want to take this relationship away from you. I admit, I’m sorry. Yet you’re blaming me for shit that happened years ago. You didn’t even know him then.” All Minho’s tone sounded like was anger. More angry at himself than the other.
“It took you months!! How the fuck do you want me to brush that off?” Chan fully broke down at that, he gasped between sobs.
His boyfriend didn’t say anything either. He talked to both of them looking like a complete idiot, being oblivious. The embarrassment he felt for himself was the root of his anger that was now being lashed out at Minho.
He shoots him a glare. “How do I know you didn’t fuck him again?”
The walls around felt stuffy. Minho’s tears fell, those words breaking down his walls, carving him out and hanging him bare and vulnerable.
He was silent as he got out his chair, and slowly walked back, tears falling continuously.
Minho left the dorm in silence, zoned out in his emotions.
The phone rang over and over again, and Minho picked it up this time.
“Hey? Do you know what happened between Chan and Changbin? Changbin’s sobbing in his room right now and won’t let anyone in. What the fuck happened?” Seungmin’s distressed voice on the other end made Minho’s tears even heavier.
“Uhm. I, I fucked up minnie.” Minho’s voice trembled uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong, you’ve been crying?”
The silence on Minho’s end was loud enough to get Seungmin more worried than he was before.
“Where are you?” He asked sternly.
“Outside the dorm building.” After that whisper, the phone immediately hung up.
Minho sobbed harder, sitting on the cold rocky step behind the building. “Why do I always fuck things up?”
Several minutes pass and Seungmin rushes to the back side of the building, finding a curled up Minho, hugging his knees.
Seeing him this vulnerable, stinged him.
“Min…”
Minho looks up to find the voice. Eyes swollen, and all of his features bright red.
“You actually came?” Minho whimpers.
Seungmin felt furious. Who made him cry? Why is he being like this?
They pull into a tight hug, Minho’s body being held in Seungmin’s arms.
"What happened?"
—
“I fucked up, Minnie,” Minho sniffles, “majorly.”
“Kinda, yeah,” Seungmin giggles, running his hand through Minho’s hair, “good you told him though, right?”
“I guess.”
Seungmin hates seeing Minho like this, him teary eyed with a snot-ridden face, he looked like he’d puke any minute.
“You tired of crying?” Seungmin asks, pulling him more under his arm.
Minho sniffles again, wiping his nose with the back of his clothes palm, “Mhm.”
“Wanna go back to my place?”
Minho nods, burying his head in Seungmin’s neck, it’s like he has a permanent pout on his face.
In return, Seungmin buries his nose into Minho’s hair, it smelt like lavender and hot water (that doesn’t have a smell, or does it?)
He sighs into his hair, “I don’t ever want to see you cry like this again.”
Minho didn’t respond. Light, soft, and stuttering breaths fell from his mouth.
“Asshole.”
Seungmin slipped his arms under Minho’s body, carrying him.
Seungmin managed to carry the boy back to his dorm, arms aching every second of the way. He wishes he listened to Changbin to work out more.
He sighed as he reached the door, unlocking the door and dropping Minho on the couch.
The boy groaned, “What the hell?”
“Make yourself at home,” Seungmin Laughed, “want food?“
“No.”
“A drink?”
“Mhm.”
“You want a Coke?” Seungmin asked, “Only shit I have.”
“Sure.”
Mimho looked around the place. It was simple and minimalistic, exactly like the owner. It smelt nice too, like febreeze.
“You got a roommate?” Minho said, pointing to the chunky platforms by the front door.
“Changbin,” Seungmin slid into the spot next to where Minho sat, “duh.”
“Oh.”
Seungmin handed Minho his drink, it was cold to the touch, hard on the mouth.
They sat in silence. Minho’s head started to droop, taking its respected place on Seungmin’s shoulder.
“I kinda get how Chan reacted,” Seungmin whispers, “I don’t think you should’ve told him honestly.”
“If I held it off, he would’ve gotten more mad.” Minho whispers.
“True,” Seungmin rubs his hand against Minho’s, the others currently resting on Seungmin’s thigh, “at least you still don’t like Binnie, right?”
“Yeah, I like you.”
“What?”
Minho bit his lip. His timing wasn’t right, it never has been, but he needed to get this off his chest.
“I like you, Seung,” he said, still on Seungmin’s shoulder, “I’ve liked you for a while now.”
Seungmin was quiet. Minho felt his breath on his forehead, followed by a peck.
He squeaked embarrassingly. He looked at Seungmin, sitting up to get a better view of him. He placed his hands on his cheeks.
“Can I?”
“Please.”
Minho smashed their lips together. Seungmin tasted, and kissed with, passion. It threw Minho off guard, not expecting someone so reserved like him to kiss like a madman.
Seungmin deepened the kiss, snaking his arms around Minho’s waist and pulling him onto his lap. His nails dug into Minho’s back, he was going crazy.
“Seung,” He breathlessly said, pulling away, “fuck, how the hell do you kiss like that?”
“That’s a secret,” Seungmin pressed their noses together, “kiss me again.”
Minho pressed their lips together again, smiling into the kiss this time.
—
Minho sighed. It’s been a week since he kissed Seungmin, and a week since his fight with Chan.
He needed to make up with Chan, he knew he had to.
He let out another harsh breath, opening the door to his lovely abode.
The air was tense and uncomfortable as soon as he walked in. Chan laid on the couch, a heavy plushie seated on his chest.
“You’re home.”
Home. Oh, how Minho’s heart ached.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I ordered pizza last night,” Chan sniffled, “it was your favorite, leftovers are in the fridge.”
“Chan, I— we need to talk.” Minho sat down on the chair beside the couch.
“We don’t really.” Chan turned his back to Minho, typing frantically on his phone.
“You can’t avoid this, you can’t avoid me .” Minho said, lips turning red from him biting them.
He heard Chan sigh, “Say whatever you want, there isn’t a guarantee I’ll be listening.”
Minho let out a breath he’d been holding, “I just want to apologize. It was really fucked up on how I didn’t tell you the day you introduced me. “
Chan turned around, face stern and red. Minho went on.
“I never wanted you to know in the first place, it’s fucked,” Minho scoffed, “I know , but I was ashamed, Channie. I-I don’t know of what but I was, okay?”
“Maybe of the fact you fucked my boyfriend.”
“God, you didn’t even know him, Chan!” Minho argued, “We were sophomores just fucking around, for fucks sake.”
“Yeah, just fucking around.” He scoffed.
“You always find a fucking way to make me the bad guy, don’t you?”
Chan’s eyes flickered, “Is there anything else you want to say?”
“I’m with Seungmin. He’s my boyfriend. ” Minho said.
“And?”
“I don't want Changbin,” Minho smiles, “just in case you didn’t know.”
“Huh, okay.”
Minho coughed, standing up and walking to his room.
“Wait, Minnie,” Chan sits up, “I’m sorry.. for.. for saying shit about you and your past…”
“I’ll think about forgiving you.” Minho slammed the door to his room.
-/-
my small min (≧◡≦)
You alright?
Min?
i did it
Fuck that was so stress inducing
At least you guys talked.
Did he say anything?
he apologized
for saying mean shit
hahaha
Ah.
He said mean things?
Why didn’t you tell me?
that information wasn’t needed
Mm.
Anyways,
you didn’t answer my question.
I’m fine baby
:D
ilysm
I cant believe ur mine
“ur?”
acronyms??
where is seungminnie
Omg
It is me!!
It’s your influence.
it’s scary
go back to using proper punctuation
please
Ugh.
Ok.
But I’m busy rn,
I’ll talk to you later?
k
lysm
I love you too.
Bye bye!
-/-
A smile grew on Minho’s face.
Oh how much he loved Seungmin.
epilouge.
“You know,” Seungmin brushes a strand of hair back from Minho’s face, “you’re annoyingly beautiful.”
“Is that backhanded?” Minho giggles, scooting closer to Seungmin’s body.
“No, I could study your face for hours.”
“You could?” Minho placed his hands on Seungmin’s cheeks.
“Like, forever.” Seungmin kissed him on the nose, “I love you so fucking much.”
“Woah, what if I’m a robot?”
“Why would you be a robot?” Seungmin laughed, rolling over.
“I don’t know!” Minho pouts, “it’s just a possibility.”
“You’re a robot, huh?” Seungmin grabs Minho’s face, kissing him multiple times on the mouth, “My little robot.”
“I’m older than you.”
“But I’m the taller one?”
Minho clicks his teeth, “Fuck off, nerd.”
Seungmin kisses him again, a smile plastered on his lips.
They stare at each other for a bit, both pink in the face.
“If studying you was a subject, I’d be acing it.” Seungmin smiled.
“You are so fucking cheesy,” Minho snarled, “I love it.”
“And I love you.”