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*Incoming call from Lee Jisung*
In this exact moment Lee Minho knew he had fucked up. Big time. He never wanted it to go this far. It was supposed to be a fun little joke that he would confess to after a few days. Jisung would punch him in the shoulder and then Minho would treat him to a convenience store run.
But that was almost two months ago. He sort of lost the purpose of all of this between the late nights with texting and feelings that got out of control.
Two months earlier
He had gotten a new Samsung phone because of their contract and sponsorship even if he liked the phone he had. It was okay for them to have two phones, as long as they never showed any phones that weren't Samsung. Minho didn't like that. He hated having more than one phone. Yes, he understood the privilege of receiving a phone from a company due to a sponsorship. But it still felt like a hassle with switching back and forth.
With the new phone came a new number. "Use it as a work phone," Chan had told him on the first day, since he knew that Minho just a few months prior had accidentally dropped his phone and had to buy a new one. He still wanted to get his money's worth with his other phone.
They had a week until they had to start using them. Which gave Minho time to think about how he should do this. Two phones meant having to keep track of where you sent the message from. The phone situation was giving Minho a headache.
He hadn't listened too much during the meeting either, which in his defense, it was three hours long. So he knew nothing about the phone.
"Hyuung," he whined as he entered Chan's room and plopped down on his bed.
"I don't have it." Chan said simply without moving his eyes from the screen.
Minho sat up straight. "Don't have what?" He eyed his older member's back.
If you looked closely you could see the chill going down Chan's spine. "Nothing, I didn't say anything." Minho stood up and Chan turned around at the sound of the floor creaking. "I didn't take it, I promise."
This just left Minho completely confused. "You didn't take what, hyung? I didn't come here for whatever you're talking about." Minho waved his hand to brush off the conversation.
"Your laptop."
“Then who took it?"
"I don't know."
"But you know that it was taken?"
Chan slowly nodded. "But not by who?" The shake of his head was barely visible. "How long have I known you?"
"Around six years."
“Six years is long enough to know when someone is lying.” Minho eyed his hyung to see if he would budge with the information he was sitting on. His glossy eyes and slightly red ears gave away his lies. "Just tell me it wasn't hyunjin."
"It wasn't."
"So you know who it was?" Minho folded his arms over his chest.
"You had other reasons to disturb me, what did you want?" Chan tried to get out of giving the thief away.
Minho sighed and sat down on the bed again. "What are you doing with your other phone?"
Chan held up his phone that was barely holding together. "You mean this one?" The older one let out a chuckle as he saw the tiny smile spread on Minho's lips and shook his head ever so slightly.
"I meant keeping a private side and having what you called a work phone. " Minho whined and held up both of his phones in his hands.
"Oh, just put both sims in one phone. It'll act like one phone but all information is from two phones. Loads of phones do that now." Chan simply explained and turned his attention back to the computer.
"Why didn't they tell us that at the meeting?"
"They did, Minho." Chan sighed and started looking through his tabs. "You were too busy playing footsy with Jisung to listen."
Minho gasped and put a hand on his chest. "I did not." Chan turned around and gave him a stern look. Minho put his lips into a thin line and rolled his eyes. "Okay, so what?" Minho shrugged and waved him off. "You heard them."
"Do you need help switching your phones?" Chan asked, knowing the answer.
"Pretty please." Minho smiled brightly at him and held the phones out to Chan. He grabbed them from him and did the switch swiftly.
"Just log into everything and you're good to go." Chan handed them back to Minho.
"Thank you, hyuuung." Minho sang as he grabbed the phones and walked out of the room.
"Close the door would you-" Chan sighed as he turned around. " Of course, Hyung. Anything for you, Hyung. I'm so grateful for you, Hyung. " Chan muttered as he stood up to close the door. Minho got back to his dorm a little past 9pm and laid down in his bed. He texted his mom and asked if she was still in need of a phone. He had wanted to buy one for her when hers was slowing down but she didn’t want him spending that kind of money on her.
Mom: Honey, don’t worry about me.
Minho: That wasn’t my question.
Mom: Yes, I am in need of a phone. But don’t worry about it.
Minho sighed and almost got irritated at how his parents wouldn't let him spoil them. He always tried to pay for stuff or treat them somewhere nice but they wouldn’t let him.
Mom: Keep it, honey.
Mom: Are you coming home this weekend?
Minho: I just want to give you something nice, mom.
Minho: Yes, I’m coming home
He put his phone down and stared at the ceiling. Too much had happened recently but somehow Minho felt like it wasn't enough. Sure, they had had a lot of work and had a lot more work ahead of them. But it felt like in between shoots, recordings and events they were just at home. Doing nothing. It was a little boring.
Minho got out of bed and went to the dorm he left just an hour ago. He walked straight in without knocking, walked past Chan's closed door and straight for Jisung's room. He had his door closed but that never stopped Minho. He barged in and closed it after himself.
"Yah!" Jisung exclaimed as he saw the intruder get closer. "I could've been naked."
Minho shrugged and laid down beside him. "Like I care." He pushed him gently to make him move over a little. "What are we watching?"
The laptop in Jisung's lap was warm from having been used for a few hours. Jisung looked down at Minho as he laid against his arm. "Howl's moving castle."
"Again?" Minho whined but cuddled closer to Jisung's arm. He draped his arm across Jisung's stomach. He drew circles against his skin, earning sweet goosebumps the otherwise smooth pale skin.
"Of course." Jisung murmured as he started turning his attention back to the screen, trying to hold his composure.
"Where's your laptop?" Minho questioned as he noticed his cat stickers. He stuck his thumb underneath Jisung's waistband and held onto his pants gently.
"I left it at the studio." The younger boy shrugged like it wasn't the end of the world. And he knew that either Changbin or Chan had taken it with them. He just couldn't be bothered asking them about it.
Minho poked at Jisung's ribs, making him turn. "And why are you using mine?"
Jisung leaned in a little closer and smirked. "Because you weren't using it." His eyes traveled to Minho lips and stayed there longer than friends would do and then looked up into his eyes again.
"Fair enough." Minho murmured and turned his attention to the movie.
This was a normal night for the pair. They couldn't really live without the other one. Jisung was always in Minho's dorm and vice versa. It wasn't totally unusual to find either boy in the other's dorm in the morning. Sleeping together in their tiny beds. The other members knew now not to mention it anymore. Seungmin had made the mistake of mentioning it three times in a row. He didn't sleep in his dorm for a week after that.
Minho ended up falling asleep next to Jisung and the laptop was still in Jisung's lap when he eventually fell asleep as well. Minho's arm had fallen over Jisungs chest to find a more comfortable position and Jisungs hand was in Minho's hair.
A creak of the door made Minho stir slightly awake and he could make out a soft figure moving towards them. The person grabbed the laptop quietly. "Touch my computer and you die, Hyunjin." Minho whispered so softly that he couldn't even try to sound angry.
"Bite me, Hyung. I'm just moving it out of the way so you dumbasses won't lay on it later." Hyunjin scolded him in a whisper. "Get angry at Felix. He told me to do it." Hyunjin closed the laptop and put it on the table. "Thank me later."
"Whatever." Minho murmured as he was falling back asleep again. Jisung stirred to the sound of the talking and turned so his back was towards Minho. The older one wrapped his arm around the younger and pulled him closer.
Minho put his hand underneath Jisung's shirt, his other arm underneath Jisung and held onto him in the front. Jisung hummed at the movement and held onto Minho's arm as the both of them started breathing slower and heavier again.