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There's something very wrong with Minho’s desk when he walks into the office that morning, coffees in hand and work bag slung over his shoulder.
“There's something very wrong with my desk,” he announces to the room at large.
“Whatever could it be,” Jeongin says in his most monotone voice. He doesn't bother to look up from the Spongebob he’s doodling on the giant team calendar Chan had pasted on the wall at the beginning of the year.
(So we can keep track of upcoming deadlines! Chan had explained, optimistic. It had lasted approximately three days before someone had fucked up the color-coding system Seungmin had so meticulously designed, and then it was back to Naver Calendar for everyone.)
“It’s the absence of me on it,” Changbin suggests, shooting Minho an exaggerated finger heart from his spot across the room.
Felix peeks over the flimsy gray divider separating his desk’s from Minho’s and visibly brightens. “Oh! The flowers! They were there when I got here! I didn't know you had a secret admirer, hyung!”
Minho sets one coffee on the sliver of his desk unoccupied by the ginormous bouquet and the other on the desk immediately behind his. “I don't.”
It’s not a lie, not really. Just because they haven't acted on it and no one else in the office has seemed to notice doesn't mean his admirer’s affections are a secret. Though Minho isn't quite sure how no one else has noticed, not when—
“Thanks, hyung,” Seungmin says, eyes crinkling as he picks up the paper cup. The noise he makes when he takes his first sip is full of surprised delight, and Minho—
Minho is not affected.
He’s so unaffected, in fact, that he doesn't bother to reply, opting instead to take the bouquet of red roses—how cliche!—to the break room, where he spends the next five minutes cutting off the bottoms of the stems with a pair of office scissors and fitting them into the Best Boss Ever! mug they'd bought Chan two Christmases ago as a gag gift.
“Do you like them?”
Seungmin’s leaning against the open doorway, eyes intent on Minho’s as he cradles the coffee Minho had brought him in one large hand.
“They're acceptable,” Minho sniffs. He carefully snips another stem before arranging the rose in the mug alongside its brethren.
Seungmin’s voice warms with his smile. “Glad you think so.”
He disappears back into the sea of cubicles then, and Minho has to spend another five minutes fiddling with his flowers for the heat rushing to his ears to subside.
A few hours later, Minho decides it's time for an amusement break. Just one of his little diversions, you know? Something to make the workday go by faster. A slight twitch of his elbow knocks a pen off the edge of his desk, just as planned. Ducking down to retrieve it brings him face to face with Seungmin’s dorky purple socks and polished brown Oxfords. He’s just about to reach out and tug one of the skinny round shoelaces loose, intent on playing his usual trick of tying Seungmin’s shoes together so he can laugh when Seungmin inevitably falls on his ass the next time he tries to get up, when he catches sight of the index card taped to the leg of Seungmin’s desk.
hi hyung!! :) it reads, complete with one of Seungmin’s signature smiley faces. for you!!
Taped to the card is a heart-shaped chocolate wrapped in red foil. Minho stares at it for a long second before popping up from his crouched position, almost whacking his head on the bottom of Seungmin's desk in the process.
The bastard has the nerve to meet his glare with a wink, and Minho almost finds his traitorous mouth twitching into a smile before he catches himself and lets out a frustrated screech instead. He whirls resolutely back to his computer, ignoring Seungmin’s cackles behind him.
The distraction works, though, and the rest of the workday passes in a flash, full of meetings and emails and meetings that could have been emails. By the time six PM rolls around and people begin to filter out, Minho is more than ready to go home. When he stands up, though, going home doesn't feel quite right. Not just yet. He finds himself lingering, fingers tight around the handle of his bag.
“Kim Seungmin.”
It takes a second for Seungmin to tear his attention away from his computer screen. “Mmm?”
“You don't have plans for dinner, right?”
Seungmin looks startled for a second. Only for a second, though. Then he's leaning back in his office chair, one eyebrow crooked as a lazy smile unfurls across his face. “Why, are you offering?”
“Do you…” The words stick in Minho’s throat. Seungmin waits patiently, smile growing increasingly soft the longer Minho blinks at him. Minho wets his lips with his tongue, absentmindedly noting the way Seungmin's gaze flicks down before darting back up, then tries again. “Do you want to go get samgyeopsal? Hyung will pay.”
“Well, if hyung’s paying,” Seungmin quips, already leaning forward to unplug his laptop.
“Yah!” Minho complains, launching into a grumbled rant about ungrateful dongsaengs as Seungmin packs up. He glances down mid-gripe to make sure his roses aren't getting crushed by him sandwiching the mug in the crook of his elbow, only to abruptly cut himself short as a warm hand slides into his own.
When he looks up, Seungmin’s standing next to him, expression so fond Minho has to tear his gaze away lest his ears explode from all the blood rushing to them. “Shall we?”
He rotates his hand in Seungmin’s loose grip in lieu of an answer, interlacing their fingers and tugging Seungmin towards the elevator.
They pass Chan and Jeongin on the way out, but only Jeongin looks up to see them go, wiggling his eyebrows aggressively as they pass his desk. Out of the corner of his eye, Minho catches Seungmin sticking his tongue out in response.
It’s only when they're safely ensconced in the elevator that Seungmin speaks up again. He swings their joined hands between them, grinning down at Minho as if he's won the lottery. “Happy Valentine’s Day, hyung.”
Minho doesn't even try to keep it in this time. He smiles back.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Seungmin-ah.”