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Seungmin finds the ridiculous amount of conflicting feelings that Changbin’s stupid face elicit in him infuriating. Look at him, completely oblivious to the turmoil going inside Seungmin’s chest–which he’s responsible for, mind you. He’s just placidly asleep on Seungmin’s lap, as if he has nothing to do with any of it. Truly infuriating.
Changbin’s nose twitches in his sleep and Seungmin debates if squishing his face until it pops is an acceptable course of action.
Probably not.
He sighs.
Who gave him permission to be cute, huh? Not Seungmin, that’s for sure. It gives him second-hand embarrassment. Someone this old, his hyung of all things, shouldn’t be triggering people’s cuteness aggression so carelessly.
Seungmin sips on his iced americano, watching the steady rise and fall of Changbin’s chest.
Ah, yes, add horniness to the list of feelings that Changbin cruelly subjects Seungmin to. If he truly were a man of principle, Seungmin thinks bitterly, jut and dwae wouldn’t look so indecent. What a display of infuriating hypocrisy.
He takes another sip of coffee and ponders which would be the best way of waking Changbin up–flicking his stupid nose and yanking his hair are the top two options currently.
His hair is a beautiful shade of cherry this comeback. It’s a flattering color on him, even if Seungmin compared him to a raspberry when he first saw him. So I look cute and sweet?, was Changbin’s response, pitched high and making senseless cat hands. Seungmin didn’t dignify it with a response.
It’s now fanned out over Seungmin’s thigh. He toys with one strand, restraining his impulse to meanly tug at it in retaliation for everything that he’s making him go through. Instead, he rolls it between his fingers, getting rid of most of the stiffness caused by the hair product he’s wearing.
He’s being tempted to do the same with all of his hair when he hears Chan’s voice.
“Seungminnie, we should get going.”
Seungmin jolts, caught with his hands in the cookie jar, and pretends that he’s about to punch Changbin awake.
“Aish, this hyung is infuriating,” he tells Chan, who just giggles before leaving. How many embarrassing hyungs can one have before losing their mind? Seungmin feels like he’s close to finding out. “Hyung, yah! Wake up!” Impressively so, Changbin barely stirs on Seungmin’s lap. “We have to go!” he adds, trying to stand up and jostling Changbin around. He’s about to flick his nose when he sees a stupid, smug, downturned smile appear in Changbin’s face. Seungmin deflates. So infuriating.
“Seungmin-ah…” Changbin’s voice is rasp with sleep. “Even from this angle you look so cute,” he adds, dragging the last word. It’s so clearly a lie that it’s infuriating. No one looks good from that angle, and that’s a fact.
“Just get up, hyung. We’re gonna be late.”
“Kiss me and I’ll get up.” Changbin puckers his lips and starts making kissy noises.
“Yah!” Seungmin yells, slapping Changbin’s mouth and tossing him aside. “Now is not the time for that, hyung.”