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I. The First Time
Cat boy is calling…
Seungmin sighed as he glanced at the time.
1:43 AM.
“Hello?”
“Seungminnie, you picked up. See Changbin, I told you he’d pick up,” Minho spoke, slurring his words.
Of course, he was drunk.
“Hyung, it’s 2 in the morning. Where are you? Why are you calling?”
“Chan’s party but it’s just so loud, Seungminnie, and I miss you so much. Where are yo- Changbin, get off the phone. No, he doesn’t want to talk to you, only me. Get off-” Minho whined, muffling his words as if he was wrestling with someone.
“Minho? Hello?” Seungmin sighed, waiting for the rustling to end only to be met with Chan’s voice.
“Changbin, let go. Oh my god, Seungminnie please get him. He was supposed to stay the night but he got super drunk and now he won’t stop crying about how he misses yo- Minho, stop hitting Changb- I’m sorry, Min, he just really wants you right now”
Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut before sitting up.
“I’ll be right there, tell hyung to stay put.”
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“Lee Minho, get off Chan hyung.” Seungmin spoke as soon as he entered the house. At the sound of his voice, Minho immediately broke from Chan’s hold and into Seungmin’s arms.
“You made it! Come on Seungminnie, let’s party.”
Seungmin scoffed and ignored Minho, wrapping his arm around Minho’s waist to steady him. Chan sent Seungmin an apologetic smile before pulling Changbin off the couch and into his arms.
“Thank you so much for coming, Min. I think these two had a little too much to drink.”
Seungmin looked between his two drunk friends with a chuckle. A little?
“I’ll take Minho hyung. I take it you’re on boyfriend duty?”
“Perks of being Seo Changbin’s boyfriend,” Chan joked, before shooing Seungmin out of the door with another thank you.
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“Okay, hyung. Let’s get you home and in bed.” Seungmin mumbled, gently placing Minho in the passenger seat before getting in himself.
The ride was silent for the most part, minus Minho’s whining when Seungmin let go of his hand to make a turn. But thankfully, it didn’t take long to get home and get Minho in the house.
“Come on, hyung. Off to bed.”
“No, Seungminnie, I wanna sleep in your bedddd,” Minho whined, dragging out his words.
Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose, leading Minho to his room and placing him on the bed before grabbing a hoodie and pajama pants for Minho to wear.
“Do you think you can dress yourself, hyung? I’m going to get you some medicine for the morning.”
Minho nodded and quickly got dressed before nuzzling his face in Seungmin’s blanket. Seungmin returned a few minutes later and giggled at the sight, quietly taking a picture for later.
“Let’s get you tucked in,” Seungmin spoke quietly, wrapping Minho in a blanket. Once Seungmin got Minho all settled in, he began retreating to the couch only to be stopped by Minho’s hand.
“Stay with me tonight, please.”
Seungmin paused for a second, debating whether or not to stay but the desperate glint in Minho’s eyes had always been Seungmin’s soft spot.
“Okay.”
Seungmin took a few minutes to get settled in before Minho wrapped his limbs around him.
“You smell so good, Seungminnie. You smell like home.” Minho mumbled, burying his face in Seungmin’s neck.
“You’re tickling me, hyung,” Seungmin joked. Minho looked up from Seungmin’s neck with a giggle. It took a couple of moments for Minho to calm down, but soon enough his gaze fell on Seungmin’s lips.
“You take such good care of me, Seungminnie, it reminds me of how Chan hyung always takes care of Changbin.” Seungmin giggled, caressing Minho’s cheek.
“Who else would look after you if it wasn’t for me, hyung? Someone’s gotta do it. Might as well be me,” Seungmin teased.
Minho looked into Seungmin’s eyes with a look Seungmin can’t quite place. Sadness? Jealousy?
“Sometimes I like to imagine that you love me the way Chan hyung loves Changbin. The way I love you,” Minho whispered, pulling closer. Seungmin could feel Minho’s breath on his face. It took everything in Seungmin not to press his lips against Minho’s.
“H-hyung. You’re drunk. You need to sleep.” Seungmin whispered, pulling away slightly.
Minho hummed, taking a moment to examine Seungmin’s face before closing his eyes with a sigh.
Seungmin got little sleep that night, too busy trying to wrap his brain around Minho’s words. In the morning Minho woke up alone in Seungmin’s bed with no recollection of the night before.
II. The Kiss
“Seungminnie, what are you doing in the corner? Come partyyy,” Minho slurred, plopping next to Seungmin.
“Hi, hyung. I see you found the alcohol,” Seungmin joked, taking the cup and downing it.
The two sit in silence for a few minutes as Seungmin scanned the crowd, looking after his friends. When he turned back, Minho was already staring.
“What is something on my face?” Seungmin questioned, turning his body to face Minho.
Minho moves closer, placing a hand on Seungmin’s cheek.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Kim Seungmin,” Minho whispered, glancing down at Seungmin’s lips.
Seungmin nearly choked on his spit, feeling his heart race.
“T-thank you, hyung. You’re handsome as well.”
When Minho didn’t respond Seungmin assumed the conversation was over. Seungmin let out a sigh and began to turn his head only to be stopped by Minho cupping his face and smashing their lips together.
Seungmin’s eyes widened in shock as he felt Minho deepen the kiss, warmth filling his chest.
This can’t be happening. No matter how much Seungmin wanted it. No matter how much he craved it.
Seungmin pulled away, gently pushing Minho off his lap. Minho looked at Seungmin desperately before settling back in his place.
“Do you not want me?” Minho whispered, avoiding Seungmin’s gaze.
Seungmin gently grabbed Minho’s chin, forcing the older to look into his eyes.
“Hyung, you’re drunk. It wouldn’t feel right.”
Minho sighed, relaxing in Seungmin’s grip. Seungmin watched as that same look from before flashed past Minho’s eyes before he covered it up with a smile.
“Fine. I’ll just have to kiss you first thing in the morning then.”
Seungmin laughed it off, pulling Minho into a hug. For now, he’d ignore the way his heart raced. For now, he’d focus on taking care of Minho.
Seungmin waited for the kiss to come in the morning. But it never came. Not that morning or any day after that.
III. The breaking point
Seungmin groaned as he frantically looked for his car keys.
“Fuck, where are they?” Seungmin questioned, walking into Minho’s room.
“Hyung, have you seen my keys? I’m late.”
Minho looked up from his phone, examining Seungmin’s appearance.
“Where are you going dressed so fancy?” Minho asked, ignoring Seungmin’s question entirely.
“I’m meeting Jeongin. The guy from my chorus class. Do you know where my keys are?”
“The one you called cute? What is this a date?” Minho questioned, tensing his jaw. Seungmin groaned in annoyance.
“Sure, whatever, hyung. Have you seen my keys?”
Minho paused for a second, deciding not to say anything about the pang in his chest.
“They’re on the kitchen table.”
Seungmin walked out with a short thank you, too busy beelining for the kitchen to notice Minho looking up at the ceiling to stop his vision from blurring.
“Fuck.”
-
Seungmin arrived back home 3 hours later with a smile on his face. One that faltered as soon as he walked into the living room.
There Minho lay, soju bottle in hand and plenty more empty ones on the table.
“What the hell, hyung? It’s a school night for god’s sake. Why the hell are you drinking so much?” Seungmin scolded, grabbing the bottle from Minho’s hand.
“Why do you care?” Minho spat, grabbing the bottle back and pouring himself a shot.
“Why do I care? Are you kidding me, hyung? God, what the hell is wrong with you today?” Seungmin questioned in disbelief.
Out of all the years, he’d known Minho, not once has he ever acted like this.
Minho ignored Seungmin’s questions, taking another shot.
“Why are you home anyways? I thought you had a date with Jeongin.”
“It wasn’t a date. And that was three hours ago. How long have you been like this, hyung?” Seungmin asked, examining the table for any sign of a timeframe.
Minho didn’t answer, only resting his head on the arm of the couch with a sob. Seungmin froze.
Why was Minho crying? Was he too harsh?
“Hyung,” Seungmin whispered, reaching out to touch Minho’s cheek, only for Minho to flinch away. Seungmin inhaled sharply at the rejection.
“Why him?” Minho mumbled, letting the tears fall.
“What are you talking about, hyung? Why who?”
Minho ignored Seungmin’s question, letting the tears fall.
“Why can’t you love me? Why is it him and not me?”
Seungmin looked at Minho shocked. Why would Minho ever think that? Of course, he loved Minho.
“Hyung, I think you should go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning when you’re sober,” Seungmin suggested, guiding Minho to his bedroom. Minho didn’t say anything else that night, opting to fall asleep quietly in Seungmin’s arms.
+1
Minho woke up the next morning with a raging headache and no idea how he got in bed. The last thing he remembered was grabbing a bottle of soju after Seungmin left for a date with Jeongin.
With a groan, Minho slowly got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen for some medicine and water.
The kitchen remained empty and clean, with no evidence of Minho’s night before.
Minho quickly popped the medicine in his mouth and took a swig of water, leaning his head on the kitchen table in pain.
“I think we should talk, hyung,” Seungmin announced. Minho hadn’t even noticed Seungmin’s presence over the panging in his head. He lifted his head with a grunt only to be met with a disheveled Seungmin.
“What for?” Minho questioned, confused by Seungmin’s sudden urge to talk. Seungmin sighed in disbelief. It took everything in him not to reach out for Minho’s hand.
“Hyung, you told me you loved me last night. Do you not remember that?” Seungmin whispered, silently pleading for Minho to remember that night.
Minho’s eyes widened in shock as he tried to backtrack.
He can’t lose Seungmin because of his stupid feelings. He just couldn’t.
“Oh my god, Seungmmine, I’m so sorry I didn’t mea-” Minho’s words got cut off by a scoff from Seungmin.
This was the third time Minho had done this. And he didn’t mean it?
“What? You didn’t mean it? Just like you didn't mean it the two other times you’ve confessed while drunk?” Seungmin spat, not allowing time for Minho to respond before speaking again.
“What? Is it a fun game for you when you’re drunk to mess with my feelings, hyung? Do you just like seeing me get my hopes up only for you to forget in the morning? If you don’t like me just say it because I’m tired of these ga-”
Minho grew annoyed by Seungmin’s rant, reaching forward and smashing their lips together. Seungmin gasped before slowly relaxing into the kiss. Minho moved closer, pressing Seungmin against the counter to deepen the kiss. Seungmin tasted of coffee, not that Minho minded. Seungmin could taste like anything in the world as long as he got to keep him this close forever.
The two stayed pressed together for what seemed like forever, gently pressing further and further into the counter. Slowly, the kiss become sloppy as Seungmin pulled away to gasp for air.
“Hyung-”
“God, Kim Seungmin. I love you so much. Everything I said when I was drunk, I meant it. I’m in love with you, Seungmin. I always have been,” Minho confessed, trying to catch his breath in the process.
Seungmin wiped the tears that had escaped his eyes with a chuckle.
“I love you too, hyung. I’ve loved you since I met you back in high school. And I spent so many nights wondering if you loved me as I love you. But when you never said anything I though-”
“I’m so sorry, Seungminnie. I really don’t remember any of it. But trust me when I say I meant every word of it.”
Seungmin chuckled, pulling Minho closer.
“You better be sober right now or else I’m gonna throw a fit.”
Minho scoffed, hitting Seungmin’s shoulder before pulling him in for another kiss.
Minho was indeed sober.