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Ding!
A doorbell rang through the quiet apartment, rousing a man from the couch, his expression both annoyed and exasperated. His footsteps approached the door, and it clicked open, causing the man to squint at the bright sunlight pouring in from the open door.
The person waiting outside chuckled. “Chan, what did the sun ever do to you?”
Chan groaned. “Jisung, dude. Why do you always have to show up at the ass-crack of dawn?”
Jisung smirks. “First, I’m a morning person. You should learn to be one, it’s great for your health! And second, it’s not the ass-crack of dawn. If you weren’t out drinking like your life depended on it last night, then maybe you wouldn’t be feeling like shit at ten thirty in the morning. Poor Minho who had to drag you home back here, I wouldn’t want to be your brother.”
Chan narrows his eyes, glaring at both Jisung and the sun. “Oh, shut up already. If you’re here to talk shit to me, leave. But if you’re here to be a nice friend and take care of me because you love me, then come in and stop trying to make me go blind.”
Jisung laughs, brushing past Chan and setting a bag on the coffee table that was currently covered with beer cans, condom wrappers, and other things that Jisung chose to ignore. How Chan lived this ‘I’m-popular-but-I’m-still-acing-college’ life, he would never know. But as his best friend, his job was to clean up after Chan went partying and baby his hungover friend. Brushing aside the mess, Jisung grabs a bottle of water from the bag and uncapped it, standing up to hand it to Chan, who was half-asleep already, sliding down a wall and groaning like a drama king. Pinching his shoulder, he forces the bottle into Chan’s hand, along with some Advil, and Chan swallows it, grimacing.
“Remind me to never get wasted again.”
Jisung rolls his eyes, knowing that rule will get broken in not even half a week. “Sure, sure, just focus on sobering up and not making a mess on the carpet. I’m not cleaning up after you this time, and neither is your brother. Deal with your hangover, I’ll go organize your precious condom wrappers and lingerie that you still have, which is disgusting by the way, please throw them out soon or I will, and I’ll make hangover soup for you later. Go talk to your brother or something, and I’m locking your liquor cabinet and taking away your driver’s license until I think you can go get wasted again.”
Chan fake-sobs and rolls onto the ground. “Oh, what would I do with out you?”
“Probably die or get alcohol poisoning.”
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“Ew, ew, and ew, why is this here, yuck, why is this wet-”
Jisung stood in his best friend’s bedroom, mask and gloves on and Clorox wipes in his hand, cringing at the sight of everything. Crouching down, he grabs a lace panty, holding it as if it was a dead rat, and he chucks it into the half-full trash bag that was already filled with used condoms, condom wrappers, clothing, lingerie, and god knows what else. Chan’s apartment was practically a pleasure hall with Jisung as a custodian, the older basically fucking whoever he wanted and leaving the younger to clean up his mess. A little toxic, but they appreciated the other anyways. Looking around, and seeing that nothing else needed to be thrown away, Jisung tied the trash bag and began wiping everything down. Several white spots were on various pieces of furniture, and Jisung didn’t want to ask Chan what that was. He already had a pretty good idea, and some things are better left unanswered.
Soon, the room was smelling like lemons and everything was clean and not smelling of sex, and Jisung declared it a job done. Throwing the wipes away, he yanks off the mask and rips off the gloves, breathing in fresh, circulated air. Sure, the smell of lemons were overpowering, but better than smelling of something Jisung would prefer to never smell again. Having Chan as a best friend had him used to that smell, but after years of taking care of him, what started out as disgusting eventually became somthing bearable but still somewhat putrid. Yeah, even though Jisung cared tremendously about Chan, sometimes he wished Chan could just stop fucking around and maybe take a break. Who knows, it’s probably better for him and his poor dick. Thank fuck Chan got tested often, or else Jisung would be left with no friends in life.
Jisung leaves the room, padding over to the living room to check on Chan. The man was fast asleep, conked out like nothing could wake him up. Jisung rolled his eyes, rolling up his sleeves and began to boil some water for his lunch.
After a couple minutes, the smell of Buldak ramyeon filled the space, the spices and pure sodium overpowering the scent of lemons, causing the apartment to smell as if ramyeon seasoning had exploded in the vents. Jisung grinned at the smell, and began to devour his meal.
Some time later, when Jisung was halfway through his first pack, the front door’s handle beeped and flicked upwards, the buttons alerting him of a new arrival, and Jisung stared wide-eyed at the door, waiting for someone to enter.
Sunlight streamed in from the door, and Lee Minho stepped in, with all his five-foot-eight-inch, handsome, muscular glory, still sweaty from an early gym workout with his buddies. He looks up, meeting Jisung’s eyes, and he breaks into a huge smile, and Jisung suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. Minho waves, dropping his gym bag by the door, and steps over to him, grinning. He plops next to Jisung, chin resting on his palm, eyes crinkling.
“So, what’s got you here at one in the afternoon?”
Jisung blinks, as if yanked back to reality, and stammers, “o-oh! Yeah, uhm, your brother got wasted again last night, and, uh, I’m here to -uh- clean up! Yeah, clean up.”
Minho glances back at his brother, as if to scold him telepathically, and turns back to Jisung, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, he loves to fuck around and leave the next day like a dad getting milk. Can’t understand for the life of me why he does that, but whatever, I love him regardless, even though he drives me crazy all the time. But you know that, right?”
Jisung nods eagerly, ramyeon forgotten on the table. “Yeah! Yeah, but, uh, uhm, what’s got you here at one in the afternoon?”
Minho cocks an eyebrow. “I just asked that.”
Jisung flushes, reprimanding himself internally. “Oh! I meant, uh, yeah, why are you here at one in afternoon? Oh, shit-wait I don’t mean that rudely-Ijustwantedtoknowhyyouwereherelikedon’tyouhavebetterstufftodootherthancometalktomyboringass-”
Minho chuckles, cutting the rambling boy off. “No, my buddies just had some work to do, and I decided to come kill some time by checking on my hungover brother and his cute best friend.”
Jisung combusts. No, literally, if one could combust, Jisung would be the perfect definition of that right now. In fact, he was probably internalizing something like-Lee Minho, the it boy of our campus, the stunning man that walks around so smug and handsome, the hottest man on Earth, brother to my best friend, called me cute? Yeah, he was done for.
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“Which one to pick… which one’s cheaper… oh shit, it’s on sale!”
Jisung was currently standing in the middle of a supermarket, holding two packs of ramyeon in his hands. Weighing the options, he drops one into his cart and places the other one back to its spot.
He sighs, pushing his cart away and towards the checkout area. His cart was full of snacks, instant ramyeon, and frozen foods because he couldn’t cook to save his life.
As he waited in line, he scrolled through his phone, checking notifications and mindlessly watching reels on Instagram.
“Next, please!”
Wait, he knew that voice.
His eyes snap up to meet the older boy’s standing across from him.
“Minho?”
“Jisung?”
Jisung flushes, and starts handing over his items to Minho, who began scanning them, all while staring at the other.
“What are you doing here?” Jisung asks, placing an item on the belt.
Minho doesn’t look up from his movements, replying, “I work here, obviously. What about you?”
Jisung puts the last item, a bag of chips, on the counter and cocks an eyebrow. “Buying stuff so I can live, obviously.”
Minho rolls his eyes and gestures for him to insert his card. “I’m not sure how you can live off of chips and ramyeon, but okay.”
The younger gasps mockingly, a hand over his chest. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that cup noodles are very high in nutritional value-”
Minho levels a flat stare at him, and picks up a pack of instant ramyeon. “Well, I’ll have you know that a pack of ramyeon is over four hundred calories, packed with MSG, and enough sodium and artificial flavorings to kill you, so.”
Jisung blinks. “I-uh, oh. I didn’t know that.”
Minho shakes his head, and begins bagging his ‘groceries’. “Sure you didn’t, or you wouldn’t be buying all of this.”
Jisung takes the bag, along with the reciept. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, nice seeing you here, I didn’t expect the Minho to work at a supermarket miles away from campus, but okay.”
The older waves him off, already starting on the next person in line. “Mhm, bye, have a good day, enjoy your gift.”
It wasn’t until Jisung exited the store and entered his car that he processed Minho’s words.
“Gift? What gift?”
Jisung grabs his reciept again, and looks over it.
And he sees something he never expected.
On the reciept, says ‘Worker Discount’ (no wonder his haul cost $13.76), and on the back, Minho had scribbled, ‘text me! ur cute when ur shopping :) xxx-xxx-xxxx’.
Jisung squeals into the silence of his car.
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“Jisung, are you dating Chan?”
“Jisung, you and Chan are so cute together!”
“I’m so jealous of you, Jisung!”
That’s what Jisung heard everywhere around campus. No matter where he went, he’d hear whispers and mutterings about Han Jisung ‘dating’ the fuckboy of campus, Chan. He had no idea how the rumours surfaced, probably something to do with them being best friends or some shit. Even in class, classmates he barely knew slipped him notes about Chan and how he treated him, how nice he was, how affectionate was he, how did he fuck-
He always rolled his eyes at those. Chan’s legs were practially open to anyone who asked, they’d have a better chance questioning him than Jisung.
He slid into his seat at the lecture hall, already preparing himself for an hour-long speech about something to do with economics or that kind of shit. To his defense, his friend Felix begged him to take it so he could have a friend in class but only to drop out mid-semester to go to another class that he deemed ‘interesting’. Jisung was too nice to drop out mid-semester though, so he stayed, albeit bored and irritated.
The professer at the front of the room began to drone on about the PowerPoint being projected onto the board behind the man (poor guy, he probably didn’t even like his job), and Jisung sighed.
The hall was silent, save for the professor flatly talking about the slideshow, until a loud ‘bang’ startles the room.
“I’m so sorry, Professor Kang! My other class held me back and I ended falling asleep in between classes, I’m genuinely so sorry what did I miss-”
Lee Minho bursts into the room, panting heavily and leaning against the door. He glances up, and meets Jisung’s eyes, who flushes and averts his eyes, staring pointedly at the board. Minho’s mouth drops into a smirk, even if only for a couple of seconds.
The professor sighs, and shakes his head. “Alright, Mister Lee. Please take a seat-” would you look at that! Can you believe the only -only- free seat is next to Han Jisung?? “-and I hope this doesn’t happen again.” Minho nods, and takes up his seat next to Jisung.
Jisung, who has been zoned out for the past few minutes, finally blinks and realizes that Minho is sitting next to him. “I- what- you-”
“You really seem to love stuttering, don’t you? We should make a contest out of it, see who stutters fast enough…”
Jisung flushes yet again. “No, I- why are you in this class? I- you weren’t in this class before.”
Minho rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, that. Apparently I was ‘too smart’ for the lower level class so they moved me up.”
The younger gapes. “You what?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, well- I did- but-”
Minho shakes his head and begins taking out his notebooks and pens.
The lecture passes slowly, but Jisung wasn’t listening, spending most of his time sneaking looks at the man next to him and taking notes mindlessly.
And somewhere in between all that, he must’ve fallen asleep. A tap on his shoulder startles him awake, and he shoots up from his seat, practically shrieking.
Minho’s giggle sounds somewhere next to him, and Jisung whips his head towards the said man. “What?”
“Nothing, just that you looked really cute a second ago. Anyways, class is over, too bad I had to wake you up. You’re really adorable, you know that?” And with that, he turns and leaves.
Jisung’s face explodes into shades of red.
“You- I- you- you can’t- what- NO!”
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“Chan! You just don’t understand how hot he is, I swear I could bite his thighs if I could, they’re just so- ugh!”
Currently, Jisung was flopped across Chan’s sofa, whining and squealing about his boy crush, Minho.
“You wouldn’t get it, he’s just-”
Chan rolls his eyes. “This is kinda disgusting, y’know? Like, that’s my younger brother you’re talking about and it’s like, well, that’s just weird?”
Jisung groans and flips onto his back. “No, it’s not! I baby you when you’re hungover, it should be payback enough that I entertain you with my love poems about Lee Minho!”
Chan sighs and leans back into the sofa. “Whatever.”
“No, it’s not just whatever! That man is the finest specimen in human history, scientists should go look and study him so they know what it’s like to be undeniably, irresistibly, deliciously hot!”
“Deliciously?”
“Yes!”
Chan cocks an eyebrow. “I’m not sure about that, what about my thighs?”
Jisung gags. “Disgusting, you probably have STDs or something.”
“Hey! I get tested bi-weekly, y’know?”
“The fact that you even have to get tested bi-weekly is horrible.”
“Excuse me! You’re just being boring! Where’s your sex life, huh? I bet you’re still a virgin underneath all that talk! Do you even know how to give a blowjob?”
“How dare you!” Jisung mock-gasps. “I’ll have you know I am not a virgin, I do know how to give a blowjob, and considering the last person that I gave gave a blowjob to enjoyed it, a lot-”
Chan splutters. “Woah, woah, woah, no. Yeah, don’t spill your entire sex life to me, I don’t think I needed to know that?”
“So you can have lingerie, condom wrappers, and dildos lying around in your apartment and be as loud as fuck even when I’m over, and I can’t even tell you about that one time I gave a blowjob so good that the other guy-”
“Nope, nah, zero, zilch, nada, please! I care about my mental health enough to not taint it.”
Jisung scoffs. “Says the campus fuckboy. Ironic, isn’t it?”
“It’s called having fun!”
“So you can have fun and I can’t?”
“What- no- I never said that-”
Jisung smirks. “Nice to have someone stuttering that isn’t me, how does it feel?”
“Shut up!”
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Chan’s message was vague and short. It wasn’t unusual for the older to whine for Jisung, but this was somewhat odd.
Jisung knocked at Chan’s door, waiting for some kind of hysterical man to open the door and-
“Jisung?”
Jisung blinks. “Minho, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here for Chan, what ‘bout you?”
“Also for Chan.”
Minho cocks an eyebrow. “I’m not sure why he called you, but come in, I guess."
Jisung steps into the sunlit living room, and is greeted by the sight of his best friend lounging on the couch.
“Chan-”
Chan opens his eyes, and jolts upright. “Oh, you’re here! Great, great great- wait a second-”
Jisung watches Chan flounder around the room, grabbing his bag, energy drinks, beers, and… was that lube?
Chan rushes to the door and pants out, “sorry, just remembered to pick up my pet rock! ThankssorryIgottagobye-”
“Wait, you don’t even have a pet-”
And with that, he was gone.
Minho turns to Jisung, who’s hand is still outstretched and jaw open.
“So, what just happened?”
“I… don’t know.”
“I swear he grabbed lube?”
“He doesn’t even have a pet rock?”
“Jisung, that was a stupid excuse-”
“Where can you even get a pet rock-”
“Ji, those don’t exist-”
“Are they hard to take care of-”
“Sungie, you can’t exactly-”
“What do you even feed a rock-”
“Jagi!”
Jisung finally looks up, his cheeks turning pink. “I- uh, what was that?”
Minho crosses his arms, exasperated. “You weren’t listening to me, so what should’ve I called you?”
The younger was at a loss for words. “I- I don’t know, by my full name?”
“Well, what about calling you jagiya? Or, even mine? By the way, did you know that you’re cute when you stutter?”
Jisung splutters, flushing. “No- I- don’t-”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t go saying stuff like that, or I’m gonna think you-” Jisung freezes.
Minho raises an eyebrow. “I what?”
“You-”
Minho’s smirk is sharper than a knife. “If you’re gonna say what I think you’re gonna say, then this is the best day of my life.”
“I- what?”
His smirk widens. “Come on, jagi. Say it for me…”
Jisung flushes, grasping for even a bit of dignity. “You- I-”
“You got this, darling…”
Silence. Then-
“I fucking like you!”
But when Jisung looks up, Minho looks almost… crestfallen?
Jisung immediately backtracks. “Wait- fuck, no, I-”
Minho notices the younger’s anxiety sparking, and he grabs his shoulders. “No, jagi, I didn’t mean that- I just thought you’d say that you loved me?”
Jisung pauses. Then he blinks. Then, redness the shade of a ripe tomato creeps its way up his neck and to the tips of his ears. “Oh, oh shit- I can say that now? But I-”
Minho grins. “Jagiya, it doesn’t matter when or where, what should matter is that I reciprocate your feelings.”
Jisung’s eyes widen. “Min- you love me?”
Minho’s grin softens. “Yes, Sungie. I love you. You were just a bit of a dense idiot to notice though, but I think Chan was probably sick of me whining to him about you, and-”
And he’s cut off by a pair of plush lips belonging to the love of his life.
“Mmmph-”
He’s begging for more, tongue digging into Jisung’s bottom lip, he needs it, wants it, and he needs it deeper and deeper-
A shriek sounds from somewhere in front of them.
“I KNOW I LEFT FOR YOU TWO TO SORT OUT YOUR SEXUAL TENSION BUT I DIDN’T ASK FOR YOU TWO TO MAKE OUT IN FRONT OF ME!”
The two break apart, lips swollen and face flushed. Chan’s digusted figure stands right in the middle of the doorway, hands on his hips, and bag slipping off his shoulders.
“I leave for fifteen minutes- FIFTEEN! And you two are kissing each other like there’s no tomorrow! I bet if I came twenty-five minutes later, you two would be on the couch naked and moaning-”
Jisung goes redder than Minho though was even humanly possible. “I- we- Chan-”
Minho pecks Jisung’s forehead, causing Chan to gag dramatically. “We were sorting out our sexual tension, before you very rudely interrupted us. Now if you excuse us, we’ll be taking this to the bedroom-”
“DON’T YOU DARE FUCK IN MY BEDROOM!”
“Too late.”
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They didn’t do it in Chan’s bedroom, but they did fuck in the guest room.
And safe to say, Chan is never playing cupid ever again.
–fin-