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Before Minho and Seungmin, there was just Minho. Minho who had his fair share of casual hookups, but nothing that ever amounted to something serious before. Minho who didn't know that sex could be so tender and loving. Minho who only had himself to keep company on the nights he thought, maybe it would be nice to have someone to fall asleep next to.
Enter Kim Seungmin, expectations wrecker extraordinaire.
Sleeping with Seungmin wasn't planned. Heck, sleeping with Seungmin wasn't even an option Minho ever considered in the first place. Seungmin was Chan's precious little dongsaeng who got picked up off the street one day like a wet dog and never left since. Chan was terribly fond of Seungmin, always wanting to manhandle the boy into cuddles and shower him with food and affection just for being so gosh darn cute.
So by extension, Seungmin became Minho's precious little dongsaeng. In Minho's head, that also meant Seungmin was off limits.
He tried to keep Seungmin at arms length, close enough where he could treat the younger with care but far enough from him so that he wouldn't explode from heart palpitations whenever Seungmin smiled at him.
But it was hard. So hard to keep Seungmin at a distance when the younger was brimming with love and neediness for Minho's attention.
"Hyung, what are you doing today? I want to see you."
"Hyung, I got you coffee and some bread from the bakery this morning because you look like you need an energy boost. I hope this helps you get through the day!"
"Hyung, I miss you. When can I see you?"
Seungmin's puppy crush on him was hard to ignore. Ignoring his own growing affection for Seungmin was harder.
But being the stubborn person he was, Minho was determined to keep these feelings to himself until the day he was buried six feet under. He'd take everything down to the grave if he could, where archeologists or grave robbers, whoever got there first, can discover his bony skeleton and buried feelings centuries after.
However, he finds himself being pulled into a conversation with Chan one day, the ever observant hyung of his. Chan does not fear confrontation; confrontation fears the man himself.
The conversation goes a little something like this:
"Minho, you know you can date whoever you want, right?"
"Of course I do, Channie hyung. I'm just not interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone right now-"
"That includes Seungmin, Minho-ah."
"...What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying it's okay for you to date Seungmin. I know he makes you happy, and I like seeing 'happy' on you. He's good for you."
Minho didn't know what to say after that.
Even with Chan's pep talk (?), Minho made no moves. Not by his own choice at least.
It was only until one night where Minho's major dance recital of the year went all too well that he found himself at the afterparty as one of the main "guests of honour". In other words, an excuse for his friends and dance buddies to get him fucked up after a successful show as they handed him drinks left and right.
Minho doesn't have a clear memory of what transpired that night, too many tequila shots to keep track of. What he does remember, however, is falling into bed with Seungmin at the end of the night, clothes scattered all over the floor.
When Minho woke up, naked ass and all, he nearly freaked out after realizing he just hooked up with Seungmin. Curses! Months of ignoring his emotions all for the tequila with hands to take the wheel and control his life for the night. He didn't mean for this to happen.
Before he could even sneak away, not caring what time it was, he felt Seungmin stir awake. So Minho did the next best thing: he pretended to sleep to avoid confrontation with Seungmin as he contemplated moving out of the country to never see anyone again. Minho had always wanted to visit Iceland. Australia didn't sound so bad either once he got past the terrifying bugs part. But he'd have to make sure someone was available to take care of Chan and feed him three proper meals a days. Maybe Chan would be down to move back home to Australia with him instead.
Stuck in his head with his spiraling thoughts, Minho never noticed Seungmin gathering their scattered clothes around the room until he felt the bed dip. He just kept his eyes shut, fearing that any sudden movements would give away his consciousness. Maybe Seungmin was heading to the bathroom before going back to sleep. Then Minho could make his grand escape and pretend nothing ever happened.
Instead, contrary to Minho's hopes, he felt Seungmin gently card his fingers through Minho's hair before the younger pushed his bangs away briefly to place a light kiss on Minho's forehead. Seungmin then proceeded to gather all of their scattered clothes and carefully dress the older back into boxers and whatnot, moving each limb slowly and delicately. It was only after Minho was completely dressed that the Seungmin hummed in satisfaction before he proceeded to get dressed himself and tuck himself back into Minho's side for the night.
What the fuck?
Minho doesn't even have a moment to process what had happened. Before he knows it, it happens a second time. And a third. And a fourth until Minho starts losing count of how often he's falling into bed with Seungmin.
They fall into bed together, take each others clothes off, and Seungmin dresses them back up in their clothes shortly after. Rinse, recycle, repeat.
And it feels... comforting. Yes, the sex is good but Minho gets the most fuzziest feeling in his tummy whenever Seungmin does this dressing up thing. It makes Minho feel like throwing up butterflies and repressed emotions. He holds it in as best as he can though.
Minho also doesn't know what to make of their whole relationship, doesn't know their label, but it has become routine now and he is a creature of habit. All he knows is that he did not want to disrupt whatever was going on between the two of them as long as he gets to keep Seungmin in his arms. Call him stubborn or emotionally constipated, but Minho was hell-bent on saying nothing about their relationship.
But of course Kim Seungmin, expectations wrecker extraordinaire, had other plans.
All it takes is one meet-up at a cafe. The cafe they're sitting at is a quaint little place really, good for calm mornings and silence. The cafe has the crossiants that Minho really likes. The two are sitting across from each other at a small table outside with an umbrella to block the sunlight. There's not much space to work with so their knees are touching underneath the table. Seungmin stared at Minho in the face with poorly hidden adoration as the older scarfed down a croissant, too lost in the flakey buttery layers goodness, before he broke the dam.
"So hyung, when are you going to call me your boyfriend?"
It's like a record scratch played in Minho's head as he looked up at Seungmin mid-bite, crumbs all over his face. He can recall Seungmin reaching out to brush the crumbs off Minho's cheeks, face so adorned with affection.
And Minho? He just blink-blink-blinked back at Seungmin as things clicked into place.
Thinking about it then, he guesses they've been boyfriends for a while now, even if Minho wasn't aware of it himself until that moment.
"Oh," Minho said.
"Oh?" Seungmin repeated.
"We're boyfriends?" Minho had asked, wanting to make sure that he's understanding correctly. But one look at Seungmin's expectant face and Minho corrected his tone. "We're boyfriends."
He gave a thumbs up just to be safe, hoping that Seungmin ignored how much his hand was shaking from nervousness.
Minho remembers Seungmin's hearty chuckle as the younger reaches his hand across the table, interlacing their fingers together with smile. The shakiness of his hand came to a pause as Seungmin's thumb gently rubbed his hand, sending unspoken words to his heart.
"Is that a question or an answer, hyung?" Seungmin had asked, amused.
"I don't know. You tell me, boyfriend?" Minho had responded, bashful.
And Seungmin? Minho remembers how his smile outshined the sun that day.
So yes, it's not just Minho anymore. It's Minho and Seungmin, Seungmin and Minho. They're a package deal, like a pair of wooden chopsticks that need each other to function properly. Lose one and you might as well have lost the other.
Chan loves to remind Minho that he knew they'd be perfect together, and that he played a big roll in their relationship. He says that seeing 'happy' on Minho makes Chan himself so happy. Chan also loves to tease Minho that he and Seungmin are the epitome of the "he fell first, they fell harder" cliché, with Seungmin's puppy crush and Minho's emotionally constipated existence.
Minho rolls his eyes every time and just accepts the teasing because he wouldn't dare take their relationship for granted, not when he finds himself lucky enough to fall into bed with Seungmin every night.
And with Seungmin in his arms, sleep now always comes so peacefully to Minho.