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Minho slides his cup of coffee to the edge of the table, waiting for it to cool. Across from him, Seungmin is already attempting to take a sip. He’s holding the paper cup through his sweater paws, habitual Maniac hoodie fraying at the sleeves.
“You’re going to burn your tongue, idiot,” Minho sighs.
“And? Why do you care,” Seungmin replies so neutrally it doesn’t even sound like a question. However, he does place the cup back down. For all his bark, Seungmin still listens obediently.
Minho rolls his eyes, settling to look through the window beside them instead. It’s January, and the sight outside doesn’t offer much. Gray skies, slushy snow, and cars rolling through mud. Christmas break feels like forever ago. They’re back on schedules for the next comeback, though today’s was lighter.
Minho’s mind wanders to practice earlier, specifically how it didn't seem like he was Seungmin's first choice to spend time with after. Felix and Hyunjin were ecstatic for a chance to visit a new ice rink. Jeongin had been dragged along, while Seungmin had successfully refused. Changbin and Han were already off to the gym by the time Seungmin stated he was getting coffee instead. And Chan…well Chan didn’t need more caffeine today. The best thing for him would be to get back from the studio early and just go to sleep.
So yeah, Minho wasn’t technically asked to come along. He just happened to be free, having already worked out this morning. That thought settles irritably in his chest, and apparently on his face as well.
“What are you thinking?” Seungmin says after finally taking his first sip.
Minho keeps his gaze on the bleak weather outside. “Invite me next time.”
“Huh?” Seungmin’s eyes brighten with confusion. Minho thinks it’s ridiculous that a 22-year old could be so much like a puppy.
Minho huffs. “Next time you want someone to tag along to whatever the fuck you do after schedules, ask me.”
“Do you want attention or something?” Seungmin asks, smiling. “You know our rooms are 5 feet away from each other.”
Minho drags his eyes to the boy’s across from him. “Which means you’re easier to kill.” He sips the cooled coffee.
Seungmin laughs, unfazed. “Sure, hyung. I’ll ask you out.”
Minho manages not to sputter any liquids, but does have to look down – even though this was what he literally asked for. He resists putting his hat back on to hide the red creeping onto his ears.
“Yeah.” Minho finally says with too much delay. “Do that or whatever.”
Seungmin giggles softly, placing his cup down and stretching his free hands across the table.
“We haven’t been to a café in a while.”
Minho eyes the hands on the table, contemplating. “Going after Kiss the Radio every week. That was nice.”
“Because of me?” Seungmin pouts, tapping his fingers impatiently.
Minho makes an irritated noise but obliges, putting his cup down. He places his hands on the table gingerly, fingertips just touching Seungmin’s.
“Obviously.” Even though every time Minho tries communicating feelings to the younger boy, it’s anything but.
Thankfully Seungmin’s patience, fueled by quiet confidence, withstands. He grasps Minho’s hands, holding them fully. Minho internally sighs a bit at that, their drinks having warmed their fingers up nicely. Seungmin’s hands are also stupidly soft.
“Ok,” Seungmin starts. “Then once a week, we get coffee together again.” He squeezes Minho’s hands and smiles.
“Fine.”
“That’s it?”
Minho starts loudly. “Oh to have the beautiful, stunning, handsome, Kim Seungmin ask me-”
“Ok! Ok. Hey!” Seungmin really does try his best to cut him off. But the mood has already switched, Minho has the upperhand and he’s going to ride it out for as long as possible. Seungmin lets go of one his hands, gripping the other as he pulls them up and out of the cafe.
Minho drags his feet as they head outside, leaning into Seungmin with all his weight, making their departure (and his life in general) as difficult as possible. Minho rolls his head onto Seungmin’s shoulder.
“Kiss me.”
Seungmin’s still holding his hand, and Minho thinks he can feel the slightest twitch under his fingers. When Seungmin turns to face him, his deep-brown puppy eyes have Minho melting, even in the cold.
“Will you be quiet if I do?”
Minho considers it. “I thought you like it when I’m loud.”
“Oh my god.” Seungmin rolls his eyes, not missing the implication.
For all his annoyance though, he still leans in and closes his eyes when Minho whispers come here.
When they kiss softly, the snow outside gets whiter, the gray sky brighter. Sunlight finds its way through the clouds, falling on the two boys pressed against each other.
When they pull apart, Minho’s smiling happily. He bumps his nose into Seungmin’s.
“See you here next week then?” Minho says lightly.
“Once again, we live 5 feet away from each other.”
“I want to be 6 inches dee–”
“Dear God, shut up hyung,” Seungmin says, kissing Minho’s half-open mouth quiet just to be sure. Minho stops for real this time, smiling so much into the kiss his eyes crinkle. He’s established so many ways to get the attention he craves, perfect strategies that barely involve vocalizing what he wants through words.
They walk home the rest of the way bickering back and forth, but their hands are intertwined the whole time. Even in this state of weather, Minho finds Seungmin making everything around them impossibly brighter. His subconscious becomes very busy all of sudden, thinking of ways to say i love you without saying it. He tries a couple of options in his head, and one out loud.
“You’re the sun.” Minho picks their hands up and kisses the skin inside of Seungmin’s wrist.
“Hmm?” Seungmin cocks his head to the side cutely, and Minho really is melting as if it’s summer.
In 2 Kids 1 Room, the other members once said that they didn’t understand each other. That they both did weird, abrupt things that left the other dumbfounded or annoyed.
But after a beat of silence and a few more steps, Seungmin stops them in front of the entrance of their dorm. He kisses Minho’s temple gently and Minho does whatever he can do to suppress blushing.
“Yeah. And you’re my world basically.”
Minho’s heart stops beating at that. He tugs Kim Seungmin forward, hellbent on kissing all the stupid light out of him.