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COLLEGE FOOTBALL TEAM'S CAR WASH! RAISING MONEY FOR LOCAL CHARITY! Changmin is intrigued. Sadly. 

“We’re going to have to make a detour.” He announces, car almost bumping into the sign.

“What about the pumpkin patch?” Jiah whines.

They had time. It was for a good cause. Battling capitalism and schooling. Always time for that. “Don’t worry, it’ll only take a few minutes.” 

Even placed in park, boom boxes trill the ground below like they were still moving. Sorority girls lean against trees, sunglasses dipping below their eyes while draped in Piaget. Bubble clouds float from their cars as they try to pat them away. While the boys are soaked, autumn be damned. Given it had only just dipped below humid.

A beaming guy jogs up to their car, "Hey there! Are you interested?"

In you? Yes.

NO. Changmin is being honest when he says his car really needs a wash. It has been way longer than he cares to think about. The guy speaks again after Changmin hands him cash, "Would you rather stay in the car or park it? We have a little recreational area if you'd rather wait there." 

"Let's get out! My legs hurt." Miyoung shouts before Changmin can get a word in.

"I guess that's what we'll do then."

The guy leads them to the parking spaces and Changmin tries not to crash when he sees someone in a crop top roll up beside them. The new guy pats the hood of the car when they exit, "Thanks for supporting the cause. We'll do well."

It's a charming smile, one that would make Changmin eat the gravel below at one glance. But he composes himself in front of the kids he's babysitting. Not allowing them more blackmail than they already have. Jiah drags Changmin, skidding as quick as her little legs will let her. Away from the pretty boys, Changmin sighs in defeat.

They settle at a picnic bench, stacked with packs of water. He hopes they were meant to have some because the girls have already grabbed their own. He sends an apologetic smile to the guys from earlier, just in case.

The one in a crop top and skates grins back, adjusting the straps on his helmet. "Get us ice cream or else I'll never shut up about this." Miyoung says while scrolling through her phone.

Loads of charm. "I already gave you cookie cereal for breakfast, we're pushing it..."

"My dessert stomach isn't full yet."

Changmin rolls his eyes, "I don't even know what you mean by 'this' ?"

"Yeah right."

Changmin wags a finger at her, "You know, when I was your age, I was—"

"Please stop before you embarrass yourself. That makes you sound old."

"Hey!"

Miyoung's eyes widen, "What?!"

Changmin is not old. Sure, to these kids he's like a fossil. But he's 22, in college, still in school just like them! 

He may have bought tins of oatmeal and dabbled in shuffleboard. But he's not old. Just exploring all life has to offer. Even Kyungmi at the nursing home calls him a 'sweet young man' .

And she knows better than a twelve-year-old. More life experience and all. 

"Whatever. Listen, we'll eat all the sweets available on this Earth on your birthday. I promise."

This peaks Miyoung's interest, "Promise?"

"Yes." Changmin hooks his pinky with hers.

She accepts it and turns back to her phone. He takes that as a win and tries to watch the carwash. There are the two guys from before along with a third. The third has his shirt off, and Changmin is beginning to feel a little silly in hindsight.

Yeah, he's single. He has been for the past twenty-two years. It's nothing new, so why was he so adamant to come see some guys with their shirts off...

With the two kids he's babysitting, no less!

For charity, he insists to himself. That was the true reason all along. He just has a heart of gold. That must be it.

But he has to admit, the guy on skates is impressive. The ground is certainly not leveled, but he moves around easily. He also looks like he's having the time of his life, which is foreign to Changmin. He's not sure he's ever been delighted to go wash his car. It's either too hot or too cold. He always manages to get soap in his eyes. 

Changmin should come here often. He gets a break, and the guys get to have fun...

Washing his car.

Plus, they are fast and efficient. In about fifteen minutes, one comes to tell him they are done. "Oh wow, really?"

He didn't bring his glasses but once he approaches the car, his mouth drops. The car is sparkling under the sunlight. He's never seen it like this. Maybe he's not qualified to ever clean his car again. "Oh my god, Glenda..."

One of the boys raises a brow, "Glenda?"

"Yeah, he named his car." Miyoung bites her cheek to hold back a giggle.

Two of the boys snicker at this, Changmin frowns. But the one on skates shrugs, "I named my car too. Is that not normal?"

Oh, he's just getting cuter by the second , Changmin thinks. The other boy asks, "You did? What did you name it?"

"Peaches."

"Because of the orange rust?"

The boy shoves his friend lightly, "Hey! Peaches wasn't always rusting!"

"I want to meet Peaches!" Jiah hops on her heels, nearly falling backwards before Changmin catches her.

Skater boy, Changmin has decided to call him, rolls up to her. "Really? Well, I guess you all will have to come back again. I'll bring it next time," He stops before staring up at Changmin, "Though I don't think it's as cute as you're thinking."

He brightly giggles at Jiah's unwavering excitement. "I'm sure we will be back." Miyoung says walking to the back door.

Changmin mentally gets on his knees and prays that nobody caught that. "Thank you guys, it looks great. Good luck for the rest of your fundraiser!" Changmin tells them as he settles into the driver's seat.

They all nod and wave as he drives off. "To the pumpkins!" Jiah cheers.

"To the pumpkins!" Changmin agrees, pumping a fist in the air.

But he's definitely staring at his rearview. Watching skater boy head off to the next car.

There's a weird twist in his stomach. He's probably just hungry. Probably. 

---

Maybe it's because when he was a child, someone was always watching over him. But now, there's nobody to guide him and Changmin just wants to walk down familiar roads. 

The most familiar thing to Changmin at this moment, is his past of scheming. He could come up with the most elaborate plans just to convince his parents to let his friends come over. Well, at least they felt planned out at the time… 

So, when Changmin can't get skater boy out of his head, he decides to go to the car wash again. But instead of simply going there and asking for his number...

"You two will never get a chance like this again. Make the most of it." Changmin whispers, handing them both buckets of handcrafted mud. 

Jiah scoops up some in her hands, mud dribbles down on the concrete. "Can I eat it?" She asks him.

"No, please. This is more fun, you get to make art on my car!"

Miyoung's smile grows bigger, "So, we get to ruin your car?"

Changmin holds up a finger, "Just dirtying the outside. No denting it or anything, okay?"

Seconds after, Miyoung has already thrown lumps of mud on his hood. It almost feels like there are underlying feelings in the speed they hit his car...he's a little scared.

But she is still getting things done. So, Changmin lifts Jiah up so she can smear some on his windows. It feels like a successful project. The mess is starting to look believable. 

Jiah eventually dashes to the other side of the car. Miyoung smiles proudly at her work, "This has to be the highlight of my week."

---

"What... happened?"

Skater boy can only gape at the sight of Changmin's car. And, if Changmin is being honest with himself, their art project does look suspicious. Considering there aren't many places in the city for his car to get a mud bath. "It's a long story." Changmin sticks with, avoiding his eyes.

"Well, okay then. We'll get it cleaned up for you!" Skater boy doesn't press further.

Changmin walks with the girls to a table. "I can't believe you." Miyoung gives him a knowing smile.

"What do you mean?" Changmin doesn't take his eyes off the carwash, trying to come up with a plan.

"Doing all this to flirt with him." 

Changmin tries to keep a straight face, "I don't know what you're talking about. This is for charity."

"Mhm, sure it is." 

Changmin frowns at her, "Don't you have homework to do?"

"Yeah but this is more interesting."

His disastrous love life is interesting. Good to know. Miyoung gives him a light push, wearing an almost sympathetic smile, “Give it a shot, old man.”

“Old man? I’m only like — what, ten years older than you?... Oh god, never mind, we’re not talking about this right now.” Changmin groans.

"What could go wrong? You already went this far to get his attention."

Dang . "Very straightforward of you." Changmin huffs.

She isn't wrong though. If he doesn't do anything now he'll surely chicken out later. But skater boy is surrounded by all of his buddies. It's extremely embarrassing and he's been rejected in front of a crowd before.

It's the second worst thing, right behind when his favorite shows get canceled. "You're right. I'm going to do it." Changmin says, confidently standing up.

Miyoung claps, "There you go! You got this!"

He strides up to skater boy, who is washing the rear window. Skater boy notices him and stops for moment, "Hey, what's up?"

Changmin takes a deep breath, gathers all of the confidence buried in him and —

He didn't think this far ahead. Changmin simply freezes in front of him, mouth sealed shut. "Are you alright?" Skater boy frowns, fully facing him now. 

No, not really, he thinks. There's a cute guy in front of him who he knows absolutely nothing about — but somehow thought that he could simply ask him on a date. Changmin digs deep into his vocabulary, ready to come up with some sweet pick-up line. 

"I'm single."

What.

The fuck.

Was that.

Changmin internally scolds himself. "Ooookay." Skater boy says.

Changmin tries to come up with more, letting his mouth run wild because it really can't get much worse. "It's weird, right? Like that doesn't add up." He exasperates like the thought took all of his energy.

The corner of skater boy's mouth quirks up, "Oh? Why is that?"

Okay. A smile. An amused smile, even. It's a good start. “I’m perfect husband material: great cook, adorable, good with kids—"

“Good with kids?”

“Yeah! I babysit! I’ve been told I’m a proficient bedtime storyteller.” Changmin proudly sits his hands on his hips.

He's held a job for this long, so it must mean something. Skater boy purses his lips, considering. “Oh yeah? Where are the kids you've been showing up with?”

He remembered Changmin from before?! Swoon. “What do you mean? They’re right th—"

The girls are not at the table. Oh my god. "Wait, where are they? Did you see where they went?"

Every possible bad outcome runs through his mind. What if they are hurt? What if someone took them? God, he knows he just babysits them but they’ve basically become his siblings. He’s so close to them and he wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to them. 

Skater boy points at the gas station beside their carwash. Changmin immediately runs over to the building, swinging open the door. Everyone inside looks up at him. For once he isn’t embarrassed by the attention. Nearly yelling to ask if anyone has seen the two kids. 

He rushes past all of the aisles, every empty one makes his stomach sink. 

But he spots the two girls in a snack aisle. "You two cannot just run off like that, oh my god." His voice cracks as he pulls them into a hug.

"Please don't do that ever again." He sighs, voice muffled by Jiah's hair.

"Sorry... Jiah said she was hungry so I thought we'd come here and grab something. And you were talking to that guy..." Miyoung frowns.

Changmin shakes his head, "I appreciate the thought but you two are much more important than my... flirting."

He hangs his head, "Plus, it didn't go well anyway."

The signal that somebody has entered the shop plays. The owner hollers at someone to ' slow down!' Miyoung shrugs, "I don't know. I have a feeling it might've been okay."

A hand lands on Changmin's shoulder, squeezing softly. "I'm glad you found them. Sorry, I thought you knew they went here."

Changmin turns to see skater boy standing behind him, his forehead creased with leftover worry. "Oh. It's okay. I'm just glad you had kept an eye on them. Thanks, by the way." Changmin weakly smiles.

Skater boy takes the snacks from the girl's hands, "Sorry for stealing your babysitter away, these can be my treat."

He skates to the counter, starting small talk with the cashier. Changmin raises an eyebrow to the girls, "Now that I think about it, how did you plan on paying for these?"

"With the pity of passing strangers, of course." Miyoung smiles widely.

Changmin watches skater boy grab some off-brand girl scout cookies. "We need to get you an emergency card." He sighs, switching to a smile when the other skates over.

"For you, m'ladies." He hands them their snacks.

They cheer and rush outside to the picnic tables. The two boys chase after them, Changmin unlocking a newfound fear, not willing to turn away from them for a second. He'd never had this happen in his year of babysitting. Didn't think he was capable of it. Skater boy must notice his worry and offers Changmin a cookie, "Want to share these?"

There are hollers from the other football players. "Just a minute!" Skater boy shouts to them, still holding out one of the samoas .

Coconut shavings fall to the ground from the shaking of his hand. There's a hesitant smile on his face and Changmin's stomach flips. "Yeah, thanks," He takes the cookie, "But for future reference, I prefer thin mints."

Skater boy lets his grin free now, and nods, "Future reference. Noted."

"Kim Sunwoo! Get your ass over here!" 

He rolls his eyes. Oh, finally a name, Changmin realizes. "I'll be back, eat as many as you want." He tells Changmin before popping a cookie into his mouth.

Changmin just stares as Sunwoo skates off. Sunwoo. Like the Sun. It matches him well.

He enjoys the stillness while the girl’s chew candies. He eats a few more cookies while he waits for them to finish washing his car. But with each bite, he finds it’s a bit difficult to get Sunwoo out of his mind. Changmin is starting to accept that he won’t be able to forget him easily. Even after barely knowing him.

So, when they gather in his car to leave, he makes a promise to himself to come back. One more time. With the guts to ask for his number. He stops Sunwoo before he gets too far. “Thanks for your help earlier, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo falters when Changmin says his name. But smiles nonetheless, “No problem. Maybe you could give me your name as a Thank You?”

“Isn’t that asking a little too much of me?” He jokes before continuing on, “My name is Changmin.”

“Hm. Nice to meet you, Changmin.” 

Oh, Changmin loves the way his name sounds from Sunwoo’s mouth.

Loves it so much that it rings in his head, even when he’s back at home that night. He hugs his pillow and wills for his mind to be quiet.

It doesn’t work. He feels like a lovesick teenager again but he’s not sure he wants the feeling to stop. It’s kind of nice…

When Changmin drives past the regular car wash spot again, it’s no longer there. The bolded sign is gone. No crowd of college kids. No Sunwoo. 

He doesn’t sleep much that night. 

Regret too bitter on his tongue. 

---

It's early Friday and the Choi's planned a date. Luckily, Changmin had already caught up on his homework. A scholar, some might say.

An unexpected day of pay, it sounds amazing. But it's raining and his windshield wipers may as well be an accessory. He can barely see six feet in front of him. He tries to not let it bother him. Things could be worse. At least he's not stuck on the side of the road, right?

Right?

Guess what happened.

Just guess.

I really bet you can.

Yes. Changmin is now in a parking lot, drenched, his car silent and unmoving. Glenda passed away, almost in the middle of the road. But Changmin managed to get somewhere safe when it started to sputter. He just wishes he could've known before he even got in the car.

"Fine, Glenda. I get it. You're tired, you want to be carried off. I'll get you a tow truck, your majesty." SO spoiled.

Was the lavender air freshener not enough for it? Did it like other scents? Why is his phone screen still black? 

Oh no.

"What the hell!" Changmin screeches, holding back the urge to hit his dead phone.

He could climb back into the front seat and cry. He wants to. But it's cold and the Choi's are counting on him. So, he drags himself to the nearby corner shop.

The bright neon sign blinks through the cloudy day. Changmin fumbles finding the door handle. Once he opens it, the door knocks into his knee and he hisses at the pain. 

Beautiful. A truly relaxing and freeing day. He rubs his knee as he stumbles into the store. To make things even better, his sneakers squelch with every step on the linoleum. He holds his head low, coming up to the counter. Trying to look more pitiful than he feels. He’s probably reached the slump of it though. "Welcome to Stacks!—Oh, it's you?"

Changmin hadn't even prepared his question yet when he realized the boy at the counter was Sunwoo. "Oh, hi."

Sunwoo frowns at the short response, eyes scanning Changmin’s state, "Is everything okay?"

Changmin pouts, running a hand over his face, "My car broke down, my phone is dead, and I'm going to be late to the Choi's place and they're going to fire me after one year of good business."

"Ah..."

"—And nobody will ever hire me again! They'll hear it through the babysitter forums that probably exist and be like 'oh, that's the guy who showed up late that one time' and I'll be ruined ." Changmin blubbers out, wiping fresh tears off his face.

Sunwoo rounds the corner and hesitates before resting his hand on Changmin's arm. "Hey, don't freak out, uh— We'll call for a tow truck and I can drive you to your job, okay?"

"Really? Would it be okay?" Changmin sniffles, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Of course, just give me a minute." Sunwoo heads to a door behind the counter.

Changmin watches through the tiny window as Sunwoo talks to his coworker. Before long he's out again, no longer in his vest. He twirls his keys around his finger, "You ready?"

Changmin nods and follows him out. Before the rain pelts him again, Changmin feels a coat settle over his shoulders. Then an umbrella sprouts over their heads. "That's mine, over there." Sunwoo points at a rusting pickup truck at the end of the lot.

Changmin does his part to point at his own. Changmin's car sits halfway out of a parking space. His mom might even say the scene looked normal considering it was him that drove. "Should we call the tow truck first?"

Sunwoo shakes his head, "My friend and I are just going to take a look at it later. Maybe we can spare you the fees. If that's alright with you?"

"Oh, thank you. I thought it might need a jump but it's raining so..."

"Maybe. It would be okay but to be extra nice to your car, we'll wait until it stops." Sunwoo explains, opening the car door for Changmin.

The inside of the car feels like an icebox, which is not helping. Changmin shivers. But there's a cute little raccoon keychain dangling off Sunwoo’s rearview mirror. So, he decides to focus on that. Not the fact that his toes are probably falling off at this very moment. 

Sunwoo hops in, quick to turn on the engine. Changmin takes Sunwoo's phone to enter the Choi's address, "They aren't too far from here. Thank you. Again."

"No problem, I'm glad it was me that you ran into." Sunwoo softly grins.

Changmin stays quiet the rest of the car ride, letting the radio fill the silence. He doesn't want to embarrass himself again. He is well aware of the phrase 'no risk, no reward'  but he also believes in 'no risk, NO RISK' .

But he can't help the fact that his eyes always find Sunwoo. Changmin is sure he's being obvious, always too animated to be casual. He hates it. 

They stop at an intersection and Sunwoo leans forward a little, peeking up to the windshield. "It's really coming down, I guess it's officially autumn, huh?"

Oh god, Sunwoo brought up the weather. It got awkward in Changmin's attempt to not make it that way. "Hopefully it won't rain too much. Or else we might have to repeat this trip again." Changmin tries to joke.

Sunwoo nods thoughtfully, "You're right. Maybe you should put your number in my phone. Just in case you need a ride again." 

Oh.

Changmin holds back from opening the car door and walking the rest of the way. Not because he doesn't want to give Sunwoo his number. No , that's far from the case.

He just...never gets flirted with, and now his body is trying to fully reject the blush on his face. As if it’s a parasite. "Oh, yeah. That's a good idea." Changmin clears his throat, opening Sunwoo's contacts app.

He enters in his number then hovers over the contact name box. Should he just type his name? Should he add a cute emoji as a way to flirt? Is that even flirting? Is he reading this all wrong? Would Sunwoo think he's odd? 

Changmin glances at Sunwoo to catch him trying to contain a grin. Oh, he's so cute, Changmin can't handle these emotions. He settles with a cute emoji of a baby chick. "Is this the place?" Sunwoo asks, slowing down.

"Mm, it is. Thank you so much for driving me, Sunwoo." Changmin hands him his phone back. 

He knows this was just supposed to be a short drive but it doesn't feel right. Changmin doesn't want to leave Sunwoo yet. "Hey, do you want to come inside for a little bit? I can make some coffee and you can warm up?" He suggests.

Sunwoo's grin falters some, "Ah, sorry. I actually have to get back to work before my lunch ends. But I'd like to hang out again soon."

"Wait. You took your lunch to drive me?" 

Sunwoo nods like it's nothing, "Yeah, it's okay though, it was nice to leave the store. Usually, I just eat in the back." 

It’s not nothing. "You didn't need to do that! I could've found someone else." Changmin lightly hits Sunwoo's arm.

Sunwoo rests a hand on Changmin's knee, stopping him from going further, "It's okay, I wanted to give you a ride." 

Changmin's skin buzzes but he ignores it, "Wait here. I'll be back in just a minute."

He sprints through the rain and into the house. "Changmin!" Jiah shouts, hopping off the couch to give him a hug.

"Hi, cutie! Sorry I'm late. How are you?" He pats her hair.

"Good! I missed you!"

Changmin knows that kids barely understand time, so Jiah doesn't understand it's only been four days...but still. It makes him grin to hear her say that. He squishes her cheeks, “Aw, I missed you too.”

She follows him to the kitchen. “What are you doing?” She asks, watching intently. 

Changmin whips up a sandwich, basic cold ingredients but it's something. He searches the fridge for the kimbap Mrs. Choi always makes for him. To his relief, it’s there this time as well. “Just getting food for my friend.” He tells her while he stuffs the food into a bag.

He swipes a warm water bottle from the counter before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”

The rain has turned to sprinkling and he’s grateful. He rushes up to the car and opens the passenger door. Sunwoo has a curious look when Changmin sets the bag in the seat. “What is this?”

Changmin didn’t think he’d be shy. Thought he could do this simple thing. But the words bubble in his mouth, “I made some lunch for you to eat…You know, just in case you didn’t have time.”

The signature cheeky-grin grows on Sunwoo’s face again. “Thanks, Changmin. That’s…really sweet of you.”

Changmin can only manage a ‘mhm’ out before shutting the door. He waves at Sunwoo, who seems a little startled, through the window. Bye , Changmin mouths before going back to the house.

As soon as he shuts the front door, he slides down it, gripping onto his chest. His heart is beating so fast that he can’t register any breaks between. Is he really this weak?

Jiah tugs on his shirt, “Tea party?”

Changmin sighs, “Yeah, sure. Let’s have a tea party.” 

But when he sees Sunwoo in Jiah’s raccoon plushie seated beside him… 

Changmin realizes he might be going crazy.

---

Changmin has just gotten out of the shower when his phone dings . 

It’s embarrassing how quickly he belly flops onto his bed to grab it. But nobody is there to see it, so he does it pridefully. And finally, it’s a message from Sunwoo, who he hasn’t heard from since he fixed up Glenda.

Not his phone servicer saying he’s been billed for the month. Not this time.

Sunwoo (Skater Boy)

Hey, it’s Sunwoo!

Sorry I haven’t messaged you. My job and football practice have been keeping me busy.

How are you?

Changmin

Hello!

Don’t worry about it. I get it. School has been keeping me busy too.

I’ve been alright, just bored. What about you?

Changmin wants to bite his phone. Hoping it’ll give him magic powers in texting better. 

Sunwoo (Skater Boy)

Tired haha…

Maybe we can hang out sometime? I’m sure it’d help both of us cheer up!

Changmin

That’d be great! Are you free tomorrow?

Sunwoo (Skater Boy)

Afraid not…

But I promise I’ll let you know when I am!

Changmin

It’s okay…

Just when you have time.

He’s sulking . He’s pathetically sulking over some digital, binary code.

Sunwoo (Skater Boy) 

Changmin? What’s your full name?

I’m about to get serious.

Changmin

…

Well now I’m scared to give it to you…

Sunwoo (Skater Boy)

Too bad. Tell me.

Changmin

It’s Ji Changmin. Why?

Sunwoo (Skater Boy)

Ji Changmin.

I seriously want to hang out sometime. I don’t plan on ignoring you.

I hereby swear that I, Kim Sunwoo, will hang out with you, Ji Changmin, this week.

It’s so annoyingly cute that Changmin wants to shout into his pillow. Nearly throwing his plushie across the room because of the sheer amount of energy that fills him.

Changmin

I don’t think you’re allowed to use my full name like that…

But I guess I should believe you :)

Sunwoo (Skater Boy)

Yes, you should.

I’m going to head to sleep but I’ll text you later, okay?

Goodnight, Changmin!!

Changmin

Goodnight, Sunwoo! :)

Changmin does not fall asleep. Of course, he doesn’t. He’s too busy planning out imaginary dates with Sunwoo. Ones he’s not even sure Sunwoo is interested in.

Still, it’s fun and takes his attention off the mind-numbing amount of homework he needs to do. So, he considers it valid and good for his mental well-being.

Sunwoo and serotonin are similar words to Changmin. Probably on the same page of his life’s dictionary. 

It all makes sense to him.

---

Sunwoo finally has a free day.

But it’s a day that Changmin babysits. And he’s overly devastated that their schedules never seem to align. All he wants is to see Sunwoo again.

See where this can all go.

Changmin

I wish you could come help me :(

Today has been a bit of a mess…

But Sunwoo doesn’t respond. It makes Changmin a bit sad but he’s sure Sunwoo has other things to be doing. There’s no reason for Sunwoo to come to Changmin’s job. It wouldn’t be the relaxing day-off they had talked about. Probably more stressful than usual, actually.

Listen . Changmin loves his job. Adores the kids he looks after. 

But some days are rougher than others, and Changmin thinks he could be diagnosed with stress-balding by the end of the day. 

Miyoung is texting some boy. Now , Changmin has many thoughts about this boy. Apparently, he's failing seventh grade science. That wouldn't be that bad, but it only lengthens the list Changmin has created in his head. Because, apparently, get this , he steals Miyoung's chocolate milk every lunch. For what? Well, he's been told it's another way of flirting. 

But Changmin disagrees. Sticking love notes in lockers and carrying their bag is flirting. Not stealing your crushes' nutrition!

His head hurts but that isn't all. 

Jiah has taken up cooking. Big dreams to be a chef and all ( which Changmin wholeheartedly supports ) but, she wants him to try her concoctions. 

And if he doesn't?

She goes crazy and he's cleaning the kitchen for the fifth time that day. SO , he downs the raw elbow noodles, marshmallow, and chocolate dish. Because he knows she worked hard.

Changmin tries to ignore the churning of his stomach by drinking some water...

Which is sour, from lemon that Jiah somehow squeezed. Oh god, she's rubbing her eyes. The pain is setting in. Jiah is crying.

Goddamn lemons.

Once, Changmin was told that the workday goes by faster when you don't check the clock. He decided to put that to the test. 

And the relief he feels when he hears a knock on the door, is unlike anything he's experienced before. Changmin doesn't waste time opening it with a wide, welcoming smile on his face. His saviors. The Choi's. They've come to release him from this-

Nope.

That's not right. 

Unless the Choi's are stacked on top of each other to create one attractive twenty-year-old. With pretty, sparkly brown eyes. Hair that sweeps sweetly over his forehead.

Changmin wants to be pissed off that his shift isn't over. But.

"Hey. You like thin mints right?"

Changmin cautiously crosses his arms, still not letting Sunwoo past the threshold, "Who doesn't like thin mints?"

Sunwoo holds a glorious green-white box between them, "Me, sorry. But it gave me an excuse to see you."

"Oh? Wait, you're giving these to me? For free?"

Sunwoo puzzles for a moment, "Well, I mean if you think I should charge you. Maybe thirty-thousand won–"

Changmin yanks the box away from Sunwoo, cutting him off. He hasn't gotten these since he was in high school. If he didn't have better control over himself, he would try fitting the whole box in his mouth. 

"I like thin mints too."

Miyoung stands behind him. Picking the worst time to finally pry herself away from that cellphone. Changmin leans closer to whisper to her, "Well you don't need a chaser after all the food Jiah made today. These are mine, sorry."

"You didn't like Jiah's food?" Miyoung tilts her head, innocently.

And, uhm, obviously? Changmin nods, about to tuck the box snugly under his arm. "Then, should I pass the feedback on to the chef?"

"What? No! No . Don't you dare..."

Miyoung smirks and holds her hand out. Changmin hears a little voice in his ear, please don't leave us with her!

And he's so sorry. So sorry to his poor thin mint babies. But he can't deal with the crying anymore. Even if that means bearing his own internal tears. He lays the box in her hand and ignores Sunwoo's gasp behind him.

It's about the fourth time he's been heartbroken this week. "Thanks, Changmin!" She cheerily accepts before moving back to the couch. 

There is still a phantom in Changmin’s grasp. A memory. "God, you're dramatic."

Changmin faces Sunwoo with bleary eyes, "Those were my thin mints."

Sunwoo pouts, pulling Changmin into a side hug, "Aw, the poor baby. It'll be okay."

Changmin grimaces, shoving Sunwoo away. Sunwoo laughs, all charming and boyishly, again . Changmin's heart is tired.

"So, can I hang out with you?"

"With these two gremlins around?" Changmin waves over to the girls, but to his surprise, Jiah is napping on the rocking chair.

Of course. When there is company around, they look like angels. "They're fun! What are you talking about?"

Changmin shakes his head, "Fine. But I'm not sharing my pay with you."

"S'okay. You'll just pay it forward whenever you take me on a date."

Miyoung turns to Sunwoo so fast that Changmin can hear her neck crack. "You two? Are going on a date? Actually? Finally?"

"Finally?" Sunwoo gives Changmin (who wants to drown) a look, "I was joking around but...Ji Changmin. Have you been wanting to ask me out?"

"Wha...What. I mean. I wouldn't be opposed to it. This is totally the first time this has come to mind though. Totally. Never thought about it before. Never."

Miyoung groans, "He's asking you on a date! Stop pretending you don't like him!"

Changmin wants to object. Wants to say that he doesn’t feel his heart stutter when Sunwoo meets his eyes. Wants to believe that Sunwoo doesn’t already have him. “You have a little crush on me, don’t you, Min?”

The punch Changmin gives Sunwoo’s shoulder is an affectionate one. “Maybe.” Changmin shies away, going to clean the dishes in the sink.

Probably scrubbing a little too harsh but he’s just thorough. 

Arms wrap around his torso from behind. Sunwoo sets his head on Changmin’s shoulder, “If it helps you feel better, it was already pretty obvious.”

“That doesn’t help!” Changmin spins around to smack him with the drying rag.

Sunwoo leans closer, grinning madly, “Aw, are you mad at me now?”

“A bit.” Changmin puts so much effort into frowning, maybe a snarl if he’s lucky.

But luck isn’t in his hands. It never is. Sunwoo simply giggles at the sight of him. 

Sunwoo: 1. Changmin’s ego: 0.

Click.

The shutter is so quiet that Changmin almost misses it. He looks around Sunwoo to see Miyoung holding up her phone. She’s got this sassy, smugness to her that is too evil for a twelve-year-old. “I was thinking we should buy a cake, no, cupcakes. A lot of them.”

She sticks her point by waving the photo of Sunwoo and Changmin smushed up against the kitchen counter.

“Let’s get cupcakes!” Jiah pulls Changmin’s t-shirt. He’s quite literally cornered by everyone in the room. Even Sunwoo looks swayed. Oh god, him and Jiah are putting on the puppy eyes. 

“Ugh, fine. But only half-a-dozen.”

Miyoung sharpens her stare, “Are you sure about that?”

She hovers her finger above the share button…to her mom’s contact. Changmin sighs, “Listen. Your parents will actually end me if you two can’t fall asleep when they get home. Do you want a new babysitter? One that isn’t as easily persuaded—”

“Blackmail-able” Miyoung cuts in.

“—as me?” 

Her mouth twists as she thinks. “Okay, fine. But I also get to pick the movie tonight.”

“Deal.” They shake on it like a real business transaction.

Changmin and Sunwoo: 0. Miyoung: 1.

---

It's a horror movie. Of course, because Miyoung and Changmin share that quality. He remembers the first time he took Miyoung to a haunted house and they both came out laughing. He was so proud.

The problem is that Jiah and Sunwoo do not share the sentiment. Sunwoo is already shivering from the mere title of the movie. "I don't know if this is a good idea, Jiah is here."

"Jiah won't even know what's happening." Miyoung retorts. 

Changmin tries to hold in his laugh but Sunwoo glares at him – he must’ve not done a good job. He holds out his popcorn bowl as a peace offering. Sunwoo takes some, but not without sticking his tongue out. “Miyoung, you take care of that baby,” Changmin points at Jiah, “And I’ll take care of this one, okay?” He finishes, pulling Sunwoo closer.

Sunwoo huffs, “I am not a baby. I handle horror movies just fine, thank you very much.”

Jiah hops on the other couch next to Miyoung, “I’m baby!”

Changmin waves towards Jiah as if to say, see, at least she can admit it . Miyoung pinches her cheek, “Yes you are, kiddo. Now let’s start this movie.”

She clicks play and skips through the ads. The music is eerie and Changmin feels his heart relax. He feels at home. This should be fun.

But not even five minutes into the movie, Sunwoo winces. “Changmin. I really don’t think Jiah should watch this. As her babysitter, you should put a stop to this immediately. What if she has nightmares?” Sunwoo curls into Changmin’s side.

“If she has nightmares then she can just cuddle with me later.” 

Sunwoo side-eyes him, “Okay but what if I have nightmares?”

Changmin leans closer to whisper, “Then you can cuddle with me too.”

“Promise.” Sunwoo grins.

Changmin finds it hard to see the scared guy from seconds ago. Miyoung gags exaggeratedly, “Stop flirting. We’re trying to watch a movie here!”

They quietly apologize before giggling to themselves. And to Changmin’s surprise, Sunwoo only screams four times. Jiah fell asleep before the first real jumpscare. Overall, not a bad outcome.

Except the fact Sunwoo was clutching onto Changmin’s hand so hard he thought it might break. “Are you okay?” Changmin asks, trying to hide the pain.

Sunwoo loosens his grip. Just a little. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just…Well…Do you think that’d be possible?”

“What would be possible?”

“Like, the dead coming to life.” Sunwoo nods his head to the television.

Changmin shrugs, “Anything is possible. I mean, you got my number. That’s a miracle.”

Sunwoo lets out a loud gasp, causing Jiah to wake up from her nap. Changmin pulls him back down to the couch, before he can get away. “I’m kidding! It was a joke!” 

Sunwoo deadweights on top of Changmin, his hair ticking the other’s nose. “How dare you.” Sunwoo frowns.

Miyoung groans before pointedly standing up from the couch, “You two are gross. I’m going to my room.”

She stomps away before Changmin can think of a comeback. “Oh god, you should probably go before their parents get back.” 

“Is it bad that I’m here?”

Changmin worries his lip, “I don’t know, probably not. But I didn’t exactly ask.”

Sunwoo gets up and stretches, “Alright then. I’ll head out.”

Changmin nearly stands to walk Sunwoo to the door, like he needs help finding it? But Sunwoo leans over and kisses his cheek. “See you later, Min.”

Then he slides his arms through his jacket, no catch-ups, because he’s perfect like that. And calmly leaves the house. 

Changmin hasn’t moved a muscle since. 

Barely snapping out of it when the Choi’s get back. “How were the girls?” Mrs. Choi scoops Jiah up in her arms.

Jiah bobbles over like a babydoll, surely tired from catering earlier. A true Michelin star-type of chef. “They were great, as always.” He smiles politely.

But his heart stops when he hears the crumble of plastic. “Changmin, what’s this?” Mr. Choi asks.

It’s the empty carton of cupcakes. Changmin had meant to hide the evidence earlier. But that was before Sunwoo kissed the sense out of him.

–Or kissed his cheek. Whatever. Same thing.

“Wow, look at the time! I should really head home. Have a good night, Mr and Mrs. Choi!” Changmin tries to leave.

They both chuckle behind him, clearly not serious with their questioning. “Hold on, you forgot your pay!” Mr. Choi chases him down with the envelope.

Changmin takes it with a bow, “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t get into any trouble.” He pats Changmin’s shoulder before waving him off.

And his body relaxes once he sits in his car. “My sweet angel, I missed you. Take me home.”

But the car stays still. Not fueled by the energy of Changmin’s hopeful love. Sadly.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” He pouts, turning his key.

The drive home is longer than normal. Maybe it’s because of the long workday. Maybe it’s because Changmin nearly crashes every three minutes – busy dozing off to the memory of Sunwoo kissing him.

His cheek.

Kissing his cheek.

---

"This, under certain circumstances , could be considered a date. I think."

Changmin sanitizes the shopping cart’s handle and cringes at the smell it leaves on his hands. Sunwoo grimaces as they enter the store, “Is this under those circumstances?”

“Probably not,” Changmin sighs before turning to him, “But thank you for helping me. I don’t really know what’s – in – these days.”

Sunwoo just laughs, “And you think I will? You were only born two years before me, Min.”

Changmin stays silent until they reach the birthday aisle. Then he stands in front a row of plates with cartoon-ish characters on them. “Do you know what that is?” Changmin points at a particularly colorful one.

“Yeah, that’s Cocomelon.”

Changmin whines, “Exactly what I mean! I had no idea that it was Cocomelon! I’m a disgrace to the young generation!”

“The target audience for Cocomelon is literal toddlers. It’s okay that you don’t know what it is.”

“But I babysit a literal toddler! I should know these things!”

Sunwoo scans over the options before his eyes land on one tamer choice. Just pink and purple plates, no theme, no characters. “This is more for Miyoung’s age range.” Sunwoo picks up the stack and puts it in the cart.

Changmin raises an eyebrow to it. That doesn’t make sense. He used to love having themed birthday parties. Sunwoo continues on, “See? No characters. You didn’t even have to know anything. Just pick nice colors.”

Changmin picks up a pack of plates with animal characters on them, “I’ll get these too, just in case.”

Sunwoo’s eyes widen, “She’ll kill you if you set those plates out.”

“But they’re cute. It’s like a cute little safari.” Changmin shoves the plates in Sunwoo’s face, as if seeing them closer will change his mind.

Sunwoo just pulls them down, “Teenage girls want something a little more neutral.”

Changmin gets up in Sunwoo’s face, honestly, a bit insulted. “Then let’s bet on it! Whoever’s theme she chooses wins.”

“Deal.”

Sunwoo huffs a cocky laugh at Changmin’s confidence. The air hits his face. Really, the distance is a little too reminiscent of when Sunwoo kis–

Changmin stumbles backwards into the cart, “Next aisle. Yeah. Let’s move on.”

( Before they get too far into their shopping, Changmin video calls Miyoung to ask for her decision. Sunwoo gets an easy win. )

Sunwoo is patiently waiting by the cart when Changmin runs up with a carton of cupcakes. “I was thinking we should get this teal color too! If we keep it just pink and purple, it’ll be a little dull, don’t you think? This will brighten up the mood and draw everyone’s eyes to the display! It makes sense, right?” Changmin says, a little out of breath.

Sunwoo just blinks at him.

“Oh my god, I just over-explained a simple purchase to you…I really am an old man.” Changmin covers his face with his hand.

Sunwoo tries to pull his hand away but Changmin stays strong. So, Sunwoo settles for holding his shoulders, leveling their faces. “I love hearing everything you have to say,” Sunwoo grins, “If talking makes you old then, I guess we’ve already grown old together. Happy 50th anniversary, baby.”

Changmin peeks to see Sunwoo only centimeters away. His eyes are soft. No judgment of Changmin’s whole spiel. “Your boyfriend is old. Your car is old. I’m starting to see a pattern here.” Changmin jokes.

“Boyfriend?”

The word knocks Sunwoo back a bit. “Did you really just ignore me insulting your car?” Changmin laughs in shock.

“You want to be my boyfriend?” Sunwoo presses on.

His grin has turned into a smirk during the conversation. It’s kind of annoying. “Oh my god.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Changmin watches Sunwoo watch him. Curious eyes and all. “Oh. Wait. Are you actually asking me out. Like seriously?”

“Yeah,” Sunwoo nods,  “Got an answer? Time is ticking, Min. We only have so many years left, you know. I think I have some gray hairs already.”

Sunwoo starts inspecting his own bangs. Changmin pushes his hand away, “You’re such a dork. Yes, of course I want to be your boyfriend!”

But then Sunwoo is back to a his wide, carefree grin, “Really?”

“Yes! Unless you think it’s too soon? I’ve never really done this before. Should we get to know each other better?” Changmin rambles on, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, okay? Would it be better to say boyfriend-to-be?” Sunwoo rubs Changmin’s arms to calm him down.

It works well enough. “I can’t believe I got a boyfriend-to-be on my first date. That must be some kind of record.” 

Sunwoo laughs at him and pulls him into a hug. “Miyoung is either going to be so proud of me, or make fun of me.” Changmin thinks aloud.

“Then let’s make sure to throw her the best party ever. The odds will be in our favor.”

---

To their relief, Miyoung is already in a great mood when they arrive at the Choi’s. She’s rushing around the house with the decorations she’d made. Setting up things herself. A little entrepreneur. 

“We’ve brought gifts!” Sunwoo raises the bags in the air.

Miyoung searches through them, eyes glowing brighter. “They’re perfect! Thank you!”

Changmin gapes at her. Not sure if he's ever heard a genuine ‘thank you’ from her like– ever. “No problem…Hey, where are your parents?”

Miyoung spills the bags out on the counter to organize them. “They have to work late today, they won’t be able to make it.” She says nonchalantly. 

Sunwoo looks to Changmin, silently asking if that’s a normal occurrence. “What do you mean? Like not make it at all?” Changmin clarifies.

“Yep. But they asked us to save a piece of cake. That way they can sing to me in the morning.”

Changmin steps up to her, “And you’re okay with this?”

Miyoung looks at him like he’s grown a second head, “Obviously. An adult-less birthday party? How many other people my age get to do that? None . The answer is none, Changmin.”

Sunwoo shyly raises his hand, “But we’re adults…”

Miyoung looks him up and down, “Sometimes.”

Then she turns back to the decorations, handing Changmin the streamers, “Put these up, please.”

She seems to overestimate his height. Changmin raises a knee to the counter, hoping to lift himself up more. It kind of works but he starts tipping over. Nearly completely plunging when he feels someone touching his waist.

He glares down at Sunwoo. “What? I’m just making sure you don’t fall.” Sunwoo simply laughs at the fact he almost scared Changmin to death.

Changmin opens his mouth to fight back but Miyoung cuts him off, “Less talking, more setting up. This has to be perfect, you guys!”

They both blankly stare at her. She sighs, “Sorry, I’m just–I really want this to be good. My friends are really looking forward to this and…I invited Matt.”

This does make Changmin topple over. Sunwoo steadies him before he can hit the ground. “Matt? As in that brat you like?!” Changmin screeches.

“Yes! Sorry I didn’t tell you! But I knew you’d react like this!”

“Of course I am! You’re bringing a boy into the house! Do your parents know about this?!” 

Miyoung points at Sunwoo, “ You brought a boy into the house too! I still have the photos!”

“Touché.”

Miyoung clasps her hands together, “ Please . Just once. For my big day!”

Changmin looks at Sunwoo, who is equally convinced, considering they never see her act like this. “Okay but he’s not allowed in your room.” 

Miyoung cheers rushing up to hug Changmin. It knocks the air from his lungs. “Thank you, Changmin! Thank you, thank you!”

The group works hard to set up a perfect party. Sunwoo apparently has history decorating for school dances. He assures them it wasn't as punishment, he’s a great student . But they are still suspicious.

They take a step back to fully admire their final product. Miyoung’s eyes sparkle at the sight. “Thank you both so much.” She says again.

The minutes go by. Everyone anxiously waits for the first guest to show. But five minutes after the set time, Miyoung’s phone dings . She digs it out of her pocket, beaming.

But her smile drops as she reads the text. The boys watch in silence as her expressions sours. Her fingers type angrily, and quickly before she slams it onto the couch. “Forget the party. Nobody’s coming.” Miyoung tells them.

She heads for the stairs, but Changmin grabs her wrist, “What do you mean?”

He feels the collision before it comes. Maybe it’s from the thrumming of her veins. “I mean nobody is coming!” Miyoung screams at him, hair falling out of her braid. 

Her eyes are blown wide and full of unshed tears. “Mimi, don’t yell…” Jiah blubbers, clutching onto her rabbit plushie.

Miyoung whips around to Jiah, “I’m not yelling!”

Jiah starts crying as soon as the room quiets. Her wails echoing off the walls as everyone stands eerily still. Miyoung’s eyes shake before she crouches in front of Jiah. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jiah– I didn’t mean– It’s okay, no more yelling, I promise.” 

Jiah’s little fists wipe her own eyes, face turning red. Miyoung slowly pulls her into a hug as she pets her hair down, “We’re okay. We’ll eat some cake and it’ll be okay. Do you want some cake, Jiah?”

Jiah nods, sniffling. 

And Changmin feels useless just standing there. Yet, he doesn’t know what to do. 

He’s dealt with sad, sleepless nights. He’d read the girls to sleep, offer them ice cream, even wipe their tears himself. But this moment feels so different. Much more serious. 

Sunwoo moves first to pick up Jiah, “Changmin, will you cut some cake? I’ll sit with them in the living room.”

“Yeah,” Changmin snaps out of his trance, “I can do that.”

And he’s grateful for the task. He doesn’t think he could make a decision on his own right now. Barely able to choose between just cutting with the fork or using a knife. 

Like how does he fix this? Cake isn’t going to be enough. He’s going to need to personally invite Miyoung’s favorite boy band here. He’s also going to need about a thousand more cupcakes. Does he ask her what happened? Or ignore it all together? Save her from reliving the moment again. 

Or do they eat cake in silence all night until the Choi’s creep in at three in the morning. 

“Relax.”

Changmin looks up at Sunwoo standing on the other side of the counter. Sunwoo holds Changmin’s free hand and rubs circles on it, “They’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out together.”

“Is her party ruined, Sunwoo? I don’t even know what happened. Who do I even curse for causing this? Was it me? Was it the teal cupcakes? Oh god, it was, wasn’t it–”

“Stop,” Sunwoo says sternly, “It doesn’t matter what caused it. We just need to figure out how to fix this. I have some ideas but I’m going to need your help.”

“Okay. I’ll do anything.”

Sunwoo takes a deep breath, “Okay, I’m going to text you a list of things that I need you to get from the store. I’ll stay here and try to calm things down. If you think of any activities while you’re there, you can grab supplies.”

He hands Changmin his card. “Her parents gave us their card, thank you though.”

“Alright, okay. Go ahead and go. I’ll wait here.” Sunwoo comfortingly squeezes Changmin’s hand.

And off Changmin goes to pick up an odd mix of liquids and cute plastic cups. He makes the decision on his own to grab balloons and silicone heart molds. They aren’t the most innovative ideas but he figures it could help.

Once he gets back, the room is nearly pitch black. They’re playing loud music and dancing. Sunwoo waves color-filmed flashlights around. Making their own dance floor. Miyoung is holding Jiah’s hands and rocking them side to side. “Partying without me?” Changmin playfully pouts.

“Oh no, it’s the party killer.” Miyoung groans before smirking.

“More like ‘life of the party’! What are you even talking about!” Changmin defends himself.

Sunwoo flips on the lights to dig through the bags. “Great, they had everything!” He cheers before moving behind the counter. 

The girls hop up on the bar stools, watching him intently. Sunwoo pops back with a black apron tied around his waist, “Hello, ladies. Today I will be your soda-tender. You may either request a specific drink or I can tell you my specialties.”

Changmin bites back a smile at the silly professional act Sunwoo puts on. Miyoung laughs, “Hm, please tell me your specialties, sir.”

“Glad you asked. Currently they would be: Frightening Fizz, Soda-licious, and my personal favorite — Boy Tears.” 

“No pun for the Boy Tears one?” 

Sunwoo leans forward, “Nope, it’s just that. Tears from the worst of the worst. It’s highly recommended.”

“A tall glass of Boy Tears then!” Miyoung spins a finger in the air.

“Excellent choice m’lady! And for you, miss?” Sunwoo leans down to Jiah.

Jiah giggles at him, “Uhm. I wan—I want soda.”

“My favorite.” Sunwoo nods accordingly, before breaking into a grin.

He moves across the bar with ease, like he’s working a legit gig. Changmin can’t tear his eyes away from the small tricks he does. He flips bottles and even gathers the sodas in a shaker. All with the expression of a pro. 

Changmin is impressed. Might even have a crush on this soda-tender. 

“Here are your drinks, please enjoy.” 

Miyoung sips hers before wincing, “That burns, is there actually alcohol in this?”

“You put alcohol in it?!” Changmin screams, causing everyone to turn his way.

“You bought the ingredients! You know I didn’t! It’s just sparkling water!” Sunwoo explains, hurt that he was even accused of such a thing.

“Yum.” Jiah mumbles, thoughtlessly really, still entranced by the pattern on the glass.

“What were the balloons for, by the way?” Sunwoo asks, picking up the bag.

Changmin rubs his arm, feeling like his idea is a bit underwhelming. In comparison to charming soda-tender Sunwoo. “I thought it might be fun to have a water balloon fight in the backyard?” 

Miyoung snaps her fingers and nods, “Old school. I like it!”

“Old school?! How is that—"

But Changmin decides to not argue. At least his idea was accepted. 

The afternoon is a bit chilly so Changmin throws some blankets in the dryer. Trying to stay somewhat responsible on this unpredictable day. He doesn’t want anyone to catch a cold.

The water balloon fight goes as expected. Jiah and Miyoung absolutely demolish Sunwoo and Changmin. It’s not even a fair fight! Jiah sneaks up behind them easily because she is so tiny. Miyoung’s anger still hasn't quelled. 

Really, they had no chance in the first place.

But to finish it off, Changmin tapes a piece of paper that reads ‘ Matt ’ onto his chest. And lets Miyoung pummel him with suspiciously heavy water balloons. It is enough to wear them all out.

They spend the rest of the night doing small things. Mostly including the several sweets that Changmin promised her. It seems to make her happy.

The cake eating contest Miyoung had challenged him to — officially takes a toll on him. Him and the girls are tuckered out on the couches in the living room. The house is quieter than he’s ever heard it.

Changmin sluggishly peeks open his eyes to see Sunwoo covering him with a blanket. He doesn't notice him stirring, he nearly walks away before Changmin catches his hand. Sunwoo turns around and fondly smiles, "I expected you to be fully passed out by now."

Sunwoo kneels down in front of the couch, tilting his head at the sight of a half-awake Changmin. There's something in his eyes that makes Changmin blush. But he fights through it and speaks, "Thank you for your help tonight. I think the girls had a lot of fun."

"What about you?"

"Yeah. I did too."

Changmin can barely feel Sunwoo playing with his hair, already drifting back to sleep. He shouldn't be having this conversation in this state, he's going to make a fool of himself. Sunwoo stops for a second, his hand waiting on Changmin's cheek, "Those girls adore you. You know that, right?”

“ What about you? ” Changmin tries to mimic, but fails – voice too fatigued.

Sunwoo laughs softly, “I do too.”

And Changmin lets that be his bedtime story. Drifting back off into slumber.

---

Sunwoo keeps his promise and brings Peaches over to the Choi’s house. Jiah, on the other hand, is not nearly as excited about it. “Isn’t it pretty?” Sunwoo gushes, patting the hood.

Miyoung raises a brow at him, “I can’t even try to fake being polite right now.”

Jiah lifts her hand to touch a patch of coppery-orange, but Changmin pulls it back. Sunwoo looks downright offended by this, “Why’d you do that?”

“Uh,” Changmin falters, “I mean– I don’t want her to like…hurt her hand on anything sticking out, you know? And look! She has chip dust on her fingers, can't let that get on this beauty!”

“Nice try,” Miyoung pats his back, “This has been fun, but I’m going to go back inside.”

She treads back to the house with Jiah in tow, who is looking back confusedly at the truck. “Tough crowd…” Sunwoo sighs.

But there’s a grin on his face when he looks at Changmin again. He drapes his arms around Changmin’s neck. “I can’t wait to see you at the game.” Sunwoo whispers while he leans in, making their noses brush.

Changmin thinks Sunwoo might be the death of him. The feeling in his chest is becoming too much to take. Sunwoo waits there as if he’s willing his cheeriness to pass onto Changmin. “You won’t be able to miss us, we made a sign.” 

Sunwoo laughs, “Really? That’s so cute!”

He lets go of Changmin to head back to his car, “Next time you should make one for Peaches. Because, to be honest, it’s feeling kind of attacked right now.”

Sunwoo hops into his front seat, keeping his door open. "I don't mean to sound rude. I do love this thing," Changmin tries to smile, "But why do you still have this car? If it’s about to break down and all?"

Sunwoo tilts his head. He curls his fingers around the steering wheel, staring at it thoughtfully. "I don't know? I guess it was my first car, I saved up for years. This pickup has carried me through my young adult life, basically."

"You're so sentimental."

"Is that a bad thing?" Sunwoo grins.

Changmin shakes his head, resting a hand on Sunwoo’s knee, "Not at all. It's sweet."

“You know what else is sweet?”

Changmin retracts his hand and rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Peaches is sweet. We get it! You love your car! Now, go to the field, you’re going to be late.”

Sunwoo throws his head back in laughter but nods anyway. “I’ll do good for you. I promise.”

“You better! It’s freezing out here! I have high expectations!”

But Changmin can’t hide how he really feels. Which is that he’s getting the chance to cheer his boyfriend-to-be on. And that makes his heart race.

---

Changmin spent an unusual amount of time on this sign. Kim Sunwoo is spelled out with light up string, photos of him are cut out and plastered across blue, and Miyoung drew little stars and hearts as well. Jiah even scribbled on a smiley face. It was very thoughtful and very close to his heart.

But they don’t get to put the sign to use much. Changmin learns a little late that Sunwoo is the team’s kicker. Which means he’s rarely on the field. 

Changmin wants to raise the sign high and call out his name. But he has yet to really see him on the field. Only for the kickoffs. 

Still, he is really into the game. He may not fully understand what is going on but he recognizes some of it. He can cheer at the appropriate moments. ( Besides the one time he whistled when the other team scored. He won't make that mistake again. Not after all the popcorn that was angrily thrown at him. )

He can thank the late nights watching old recordings of football with Sunwoo for that. It was confusing at the time, Changmin had to stop Sunwoo when he nearly pulled out a mini whiteboard. Changmin couldn’t take that much information. But Sunwoo had been grateful for the effort. 

The game nears its end. The teams are neck and neck. So, he knows what it means when their team decides to try for a field goal. Number 19 takes the field. 

Within the range of the football field, Sunwoo looks so small. 

The length from the 40-yard line to the goal – is not so small. Changmin feels like he’s going to be sick. But Miyoung holds his mittened hand, “He can do it. That overflowing confidence has to come from somewhere.”

Changmin laughs nervously, not letting go of her hand. He knows Sunwoo can do anything he tries. It’s something Changmin admires him for.

But he hates that the fate of the game is resting on his shoulders. He doesn’t want to see him upset with himself. Sunwoo should always be confident. Even if it’s maddening sometimes.

So, he closes his eyes and wishes. 

The chants of fans fill his ears. They stomp their feet on the bleachers in unison. He knows he’s not the only one. 

The other team runs towards Sunwoo but the line holds back, it looks like a crashing wave. The holder receives the snap, Changmin watches it close, he sees the grip nearly slip. His breath catches in his throat. 

Sunwoo lunges forward to swing his leg back before kicking the ball. It catapults through the air. Everyone is on their feet now, trying to catch a better view. 

The football spins and heads towards one of the goal posts. No, no, no , Changmin whines under his breath. 

The players glance back to watch their final chance. It’s inches away from scraping the pole–

But it doesn’t. 

It flies straight and makes it between the goalposts. Their team immediately abandons the line and darts towards Sunwoo.

Changmin hoarsely screams against the brittle cold. “He did it! He actually did it!” Miyoung yells.

Their sign shakes from his excitement. He’s shouting out Sunwoo’s name wildly, jumping up and down. The bleachers creak under him and the rest of the home audience. Changmin watches Sunwoo get lifted in the air by his team. He flings off his helmet, eye black smudged from sweat but his smile is full of thrill. 

“That’s my boyfriend!” Changmin babbles to the girl sitting behind him.

She’s wearing the colors of the other team, an unlucky spot. But she gives him a short nod. “Well, I mean, he’s my boyfriend-to-be . We are still figuring it out…” He goes on but the girl is leaning away towards her friend.

Changmin lightly smacks his mouth and apologizes for talking. 

When he turns back to the field, he spots Sunwoo waving their way. Eyes sparkling under the floodlights. He looks like a star that made home on soil. 

Changmin, forced by sheer excitement, blows a kiss his way. He’s immediately overflowing with embarrassment. Why did he do that? He doesn’t do that!

But Sunwoo blushes and makes a kissy face back. Changmin decides to be a fool in love for the night – and mimics catching it in the air. Sunwoo grins triumphantly while they head to center field for the post-game handshake.

“Should we go get the bouquet?” Miyoung suggests.

So, they head to Changmin’s car to wait for Sunwoo. He knows he’s going to take a quick shower in the locker room, but he hopes it’s actually quick. The delirium dies down a little when he realizes it’s ten at night. Like, three hours past his bedtime. 

But before long, Sunwoo is leaving the building, hair barely dried and sweatshirt soaking wet around his neck. He waves their way once he spots them. “Hey you two! How was it?”

Changmin takes off his beanie and snugs it over Sunwoo’s head instead, pulling down to the ears. “You won the freaking game! I’m so beyond proud of you!” He praises, holding Sunwoo’s hands in his own.

Miyoung steps up, holding out the bouquet of tissue-paper flowers, “I’m proud too…I guess.”

“She screamed just as loud as I did.” 

“Bullshit!” She hisses.

“ Language?! ” They both scold at the same time.

But Sunwoo softens with a smile much easier. He wipes his wet hands off on his jeans before taking the bouquet. “Did you make these?” 

Miyoung nods without making eye-contact, “Jiah and I both did.” 

 Sunwoo looks over to Changmin, suddenly teary-eyed. But he wipes it away before she notices. “May I approach?” Sunwoo asks sarcastically.

“You may.”

Sunwoo wraps Miyoung up into bear hug. She groans, keeping her arms at her sides. But the creases on her forehead lessen. Changmin can tell she doesn’t entirely hate it.

“Thank you for both coming. I think knowing you were out there made me do better,” Sunwoo says when he pulls away, “I would offer to take you out to ice cream to celebrate – but I’m exhausted. Raincheck for tomorrow?”

They both nod, Miyoung shakes his hand as a promise. “So, uhm, I’ll go wait in the car. Don’t be too gross.” She mumbles before leaving them alone.

Sunwoo rubs his eyes a bit harshly, “I forgot how tiring the anxiety of kicking goals is. I thought I was going to collapse out there.” 

He laughs but Changmin frowns and pulls him into a hug. “I was nervous too but then I remembered how incredible you are. Of course you did it.”

He feels Sunwoo’s laugh thrum against his skin. “Say more.” He murmurs into Changmin’s hair.

“You’re the coolest guy I know.”

“And?”

“The best boyfriend-to-be I’ve ever had.”

“And you are mine.” Sunwoo assures him.

They keep their hold but pull apart enough to see each others faces. Sunwoo has a soft, sleepy grin on his face. Changmin feels like it’s enough to take the air from his lungs. “Even if I hadn’t made that field goal…I think I would’ve been okay. Just seeing you makes me feel better.”

“Really?” 

“Absolutely, you remind me of what I am outside of all of my commitments. I can just be myself around you.” Sunwoo says fondly.

Changmin cradles Sunwoo’s jaw in his hand, “I feel the same way.”

Their stares dissolve to longing, it makes Changmin’s heart seize in his throat. He flutters his eyes down to Sunwoo’s lips. An invitation . Because, he doesn’t think he can do it himself. His heart will burst if he tries. Changmin just knows it.

His body hums, like it’s aware of Sunwoo’s gaze without even seeing it himself. 

So, when Sunwoo leans in and presses his lips to Changmin’s, it soothes his senses. He melts when Sunwoo holds his waist. It starts slow, Sunwoo still waking himself up. But Changmin loves that. Their pace is as calm as the cicada-sung night.

The puffs of air warm Changmin’s wind-bitten nose. Everything about it comforts him. 

It’s not fireworks and earth-shattering like the movies. It’s more like a crackling fireplace and tender holds. Like repleting life, even in the mundane. It is exactly where Changmin belongs. 

When they pull apart, Changmin doesn’t even complain about the cold that stings his damp lips. It’s simply a reminder of what just happened. “You’re so perfect, you don’t even realize.” Sunwoo breathes, but the tremble of his voice fills the space.

Changmin cowers his face in the crook of Sunwoo’s neck. It brings a sweet laugh from Sunwoo. He pets his hair and lets Changmin wait out his shyness.

In some ways, Changmin feels older than he is…

In the morning, when he’s still blinking back sleep, he drinks milky coffee and watches the news. His back hurts as an omen to bad weather. And Miyoung notes down every time he says phrases like ‘back in my day’. ( It’s a long list… )

But that was Changmin’s first kiss so…

Maybe it balances things out to a wavering twenty-two.