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"Stop laughing! I am being so serious right now!" Jisung's voice rings out as he keeps pacing in front of their couch. At the very least he's been at it for ten minutes, and Hyunjin has been laughing for eight of them. "It is every single time! Shirt off. Just like that. And it works! It isn't funny!"
The laughing isn't helping.
"You're right. It's fucking hilarious." Hyunjin managed to wheeze out while barely getting any air.
Jisung hopes he fucking chokes.
Actually, he doesn't. Even thinking it makes him feel guilty.
With a frustrated groan he throws himself down next to his friend, hands covering his face.
"You're not helping, dude."
"I'm sorry-"
"No, you're not." Jisung interrupts as the pout on his face grows exponentially. Not that Hyunjin can see much of it.
"No, I'm not. But you have to admit it is clever. Gotta give him some credit here. Who even comes up with that? Actually I gotta try it. I bet it would work on Chan."
Jisung removes his hands just to give his friend a long suffering look before he speaks up. "Of course it will work on Chan. Dude chokes when you smile at him."
The smug smile that Hyunjin isn't even trying to hold back says it all. And it doesn't fucking help!
Jisung didn't demand his friend’s attention to end up mocked for his struggles, or better yet have his own boyfriend's tactics stolen and applied to another innocent — well, maybe Chan isn't so innocent now that Jisung thinks about it — Point being! This was supposed to be about him! And Hyunjin was supposed to help!
The pout keeps growing. He is going to get wrinkles.
"Come on, man. Stop that. There is a lot worse problems to have than your boyfriend getting naked." Hyunjin punctuates his words with nudging Jisung with his elbow to make him stop. At least it makes Jisung look up at his friend instead of trying to find sympathy from the coffee table. The table didn't seem to care at all, by the way. Real shit support right there if ask him.
"Well you try it then—no! Stop!" Jisung's hand shoots out to grab Hyunjin's hands that are already going for the hem of his own shirt. Some friend he is. "I mean! You try to be on the receiving end and not get distracted."
"I am, actually. Plenty of times." Trust Hyunjin to somehow turn this into a brag.
"As much as I know what your ass looks like I do not need this information, thank you very much."
Jisung punctuates his comment with holding Hyunjin's wrists even tighter, pushing them down even to make a point of not letting him lift his shirt. For his part Hyunjin doesn't even fight him. He just looks smug as he leans back to grin at Jisung. He kind of reminds Jisung of a smug cat in a cartoon. "You're so easy, dude. Just like close your eyes or- Oh you know what!"
The way Hyunjin looks like he has the most brilliant idea in the world genuinely has Jisung worried to ask for more. "What?"
"Do the Love is Blind thing."
"… The what?"
Surely he heard that wrong. Also since when was Hyunjin watching Love is Blind?
"Yeah! Use a door."
Okay now he has clearly lost it. How is a door possibly gonna help him? Jisung blinks in clear confusion, and it seems to be enough for Hyunjin to keep going.
"Hear me out. If you need to have a serious conversation just talk through a door. One on each side. No way to get distracted by Felix taking off his shirt if you can't see him, right?" Admittedly it isn't a bad idea. But giving Hyunjin credit for it almost goes against all Jisung stands for.
"… Why is that a valid option, tho?"
"Just have the conversation in public."
Both Jisung and Hyunjin visibly jump as a third voice joins the conversation. Having them both flinch as they turn to look at Minho.
"Jesus! Warn a guy!"
"When the fuck did you get here?"
They both stare at their hyung with wide eyes, hell Jisung is even clutching his proverbial pearls.
All Minho does is smile like the cat that caught the canary. He really reminds Jisung of a big cat sometimes. Not the cartoon kind like Hyunjin, no. He is a big scary cat. The kind that will stalk prey for hours without making a sound. He walks so silently, just appears out of nowhere — like now — and observes them like they're his personal test subjects. Or maybe his toys. Cats have toys too. Tho Minho isn't much of a house cat. He'd be something far bigger and more dangerous. Makes Jisung feel like maybe he isn't so high up in the food chain all things considered.
One glance at Hyunjin clues him on that he seems to be of a fairly similar assessment.
"A while ago." Minho shrugs as he turns to walk towards the adjoined kitchen. Man really looks like he doesn't have a single worry in the world. Who even dares to be that cool on an random-ass Wednesday. "Anyway, just bring him to a café or something and talk to him there."
With a bit less panic coursing through his veins, Jisung can admit that is actually an even better suggestion than Hyunjin's.
"Hey, Minho-hyung. Do you happen to know a good café-"
"No." Minho doesn't even let Jisung finish his question, or even turn to look at him for that matter.
"Sucker." Hyunjin snickers under his breath, which earns him a solid punch to the shoulder from Jisung. Hah! Who's the sucker now? Instead of screaming Hyunjin just bites his fist to keep silent.
Jisung is grown up enough that he sticks out his tongue at him.
"I am not solving all your issues for you, Jisung-ah." Minho's voices drifts over from the kitchen as he keeps going with whatever it is he is doing. A snack maybe? Jisung could go for a snack. That café idea clearly had something to it.
With pleading eyes Jisung turns his pout on Hyunjin to see if he will take mercy on him.
"Oh, please. Like you and Felix have never been to a café before?" The taller has a skeptical eyebrow lifted as he stares right back.
"I mean-"
"You have a literal computer the size of your palm in your pocket." Minho's voice of reason once again rings out. Why does he get to be the smart one in this household? Well at least he makes sure they pay bills on time so maybe Jisung shouldn't complain too much.
With a scrunched up nose Jisung pulls out his phone to do his own work for himself. Absolute travesty. Hyunjin just snickers at him. Traitor.
It took Jisung a total of 26 minutes, three different apps, and five recommendations from Hyunjin to decide where he is going to go when taking this show on the road. Minho had just huffed a laugh and taken his cup of noodles with him to his own room when Jisung had made a second attempt at garnering his hyung's pity. Someone clearly didn't want Jisung to bring any pudding back from his café visit!
He shot Felix a quick text to give an eta before rushing through the apartment to get himself somewhat more presentable, clean clothes and the whole nine yards. Meaning Hyunjin actually stopped him from grabbing a shirt up off the floor, and even helped with a solid thumbs up when Jisung came running back to the couch for approval.
While Minho had failed at being the cool hyung, Hyunjin really was making a solid case — don't let him know that tho. Jisung would rather die than let that tell freak get a leg up. Dude already had more legs than the rest of them combined. Point being! He'd managed to snag Hyunjin's car keys besides just the thumbs up, and he hadn't even had to blackmail him for it. Hyunjin had even seemed happy to let him borrow the vehicle, which really should have been Jisung's first red flag. Scratch that the first flag came years ago, and they all knew it.
Even all the way from the elevator Jisung could see exactly why Hyunjin had let him. The fucking car looked like it had rolled around in mud like a dog! How did anyone even get a car that dirty?! How had he not been pulled over for like reckless endangerment of the aesthetics of the city? That had to be a thing, right?
Jisung did a full walk around the car to see the extent of the damage before he sighed, looking up to the sky — well really it was the garage ceiling — hoping some sort of god would hear him curse his best friend. Actually this might just drop Hyunjin down one spot on the list.
With a heavy sigh Jisung went into his contact list. First thing first. He was gonna edit Hyunjin's name. Fucker didn't deserve a nice name anymore.
To Hwang🖕
Let the record show you fucking suck
From Hwang🖕
At least i don't choke unlike someone else
To Hwang🖕
I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE!
From Hwang🖕
And i am confident you still have time to improve
I am sure Felix is happy to help 😘
"Having friends ain't fucking worth it." Jisung was loudly slammed the door of the dirt pile to get on the road. He'd have to get the damn thing clean before picking up Felix.
To Lix🥰
I'm gonna need like 30 min extra
Hyunjin painted the car with dirt i fucking swear
It needs to be washed
From Lix🥰
Fuck yeah car wash!
To Lix🥰
Wait you wanna come with?
From Lix🥰
Obviously!
Maybe having friends with cars — even dirty ones — was worth it after all.
To Lix🥰
Sick!
Be there in 20!
With getting the seat adjusted — again who even needed to be that tall?? —as well as the mirrors, Jisung could focus on the most important part; getting his phone hooked up with the aux cord. Road trips required sick playlists, even road trips that are literally just down the road to the car wash.
Had it not been for traffic Jisung would have looked so cool rolling up exactly 20 minutes later. Because of traffic he rolled up 23 minutes later, and Felix was already waiting outside his building. The added minutes didn't seem to bother him in the slightest as he slid into the car when Jisung pulled up the curb to the tunes of Teenage Dirtbag.
Jisung barely has time to turn his head before he feels a kiss placed on his cheek, and really he is just a guy so who can really blame him for the big dumb smile on his face.
"Missed me that much?"
"Most of the time." Comes the cheeky response as Felix gives him a quick wink, while fastening his seatbelt. Safety first kids.
If Jisung has a blush that is reaching his ears by the time he is merging back with traffic that is the business of no one outside the car. Felix said he is cute when he blushes anyway, so suck it.
Whoever invented automatic cars clearly was a genius because being uninterrupted in holding hands with your boyfriend while driving really is like a top ten life experience. On god — Not that Jisung is much of a believer — it really is the best. Jisung has his fingers slotted together with Felix's, resting their clasped hands on his thigh. while focusing on the drive. It’s innocent. Wholesome even.
Until it fucking isn't.
Jisung all but chokes as Felix's hand slips from his own to grab his thigh instead at the next red light. Thank fuck it was red and they're not moving. Jisung turns wide eyes to Felix with a nervous chuckle, already trying to get a hold of the scandalous hand that didn't even stop moving, it has some serious intent. Nefarious intents probably, that in fact are so wicked Jisung all but forgot their conversation in favor of just staring at Felix.
"We're in the car. I am driving." He is trying to get a point across here.
"And you're so good at it." The fact that Felix is even biting his bottom lip when he says it really isn't helping Jisung. Like at all. So sue him for liking compliments, it really isn't his fault that his praise kink is out of whack.
Jisung swallows thickly in an attempt to wrangle his nerves back under control. It is works for approximately two seconds before Felix is leaning the slightest bit closer, moves his hand from Jisung's thigh up to the back of his neck instead, fingers carding through wavy hair that is pressed down by the cap Jisung nicked from Hyunjin.
"Heeeey whatcha doing?"
"Nothing."
Yeah fucking right. The innocent smile on Felix face is a big fat lie. A trap even.
"Doesn't feel like nothing." Jisung just barely manage to keep himself from stuttering as he follows the grip Felix has on his neck. Leaning ever so slightly closer across the center console.
The traffic light so spectacularly forgotten by the time Felix actually kisses him. All slow and sinful like some staged scene in a movie. Jisung feels it all in slow motion. Every kiss truly feels like the best kiss when it is Felix. But this has to be a top ten of all time. If Jisung's breath is a little shaky when his eyes blink open again, who can really blame him?
He is so lost in both Felix's eyes and lips that when the car behind them honks Jisung all but jumps out of his own skin to get his focus back on the road. Felix's laugh drowns out the music.
"Ass!"
"Worth it." Felix really is. Jisung can't even deny it.
Even if the blonde will end up becoming the death of him, it will be fucking worth it. The end will come in a dirty car in Seoul before he is even 30 years old. Tell his mother he loved her.
To the surprise of the whole universe they actually make it to the car wash without any death involved.
Jisung all but runs around the car to open Felix's door before the other can get out, just to really act the part of gentleman or whatever. It was something Minho had mentioned in passing. Or maybe it was a TikTok. Either way he is all but beaming when Felix is giving his cheek another kiss for his effort.
"Weirdo."
"Your weirdo."
With Felix smiling at him Jisung feels about two meters tall and like the happiest man in the world. He doesn't even try to fight back when Felix takes the cap off of his head to put on himself, tho backwards of course because when would he not?
"Oh you're playing with fire. Taking a man's hat."
"A man?"
"Ouch."
With a hand pressed to his chest, to really put emphasis on the pain. Jisung stumbles backwards to really act it out. He's nothing if not a show man. Especially if it makes Felix laugh. His back hits the side of the car wash to end his stumbling act, and Jisung turns to get it sorted so they can actually wash the damn car. Hyunjin should thank him.
For the next five, maybe ten. minutes they are actually focused on washing the car. It really was an accident and not at all Jisung's fault that he sprayed Felix with water. But once the white t-shirt is soaked it is game on. Sponges go flying, buckets of water gets thrown, and Jisung is running with a grip on the hose like his life depends on it.
They're both cackling like mad by the time the machine beeps to say their time is up. As if the trickling end of the water wasn't sign enough.
"The car isn't even clean!" He isn't whining. Jisung doesn't whine. But he is pouting.
"And who's fault is that?" The laughter in Felix voice has Jisung fold just about three seconds later.
Big eyes blinking from the other side of the hood in an attempt to get sympathy.
"No. Absolutely not. You soaked me more than I did you!"
The comment is enough to prompt Jisung to eye Felix from head to toe, as if he needed to remind himself — he really didn't — of the state Felix is in. Not only is Felix's shirt soaked. It is absolutely see-through. Solid score for team white t-shirts by the way. Even at this distance Jisung can very clearly count every single one of Felix's abs.
All six of them.
Jisung is so good at math.
If it takes Jisung a solid minute to stop staring, that really isn't something he can be blamed for. Felix is hot. Objectively speaking probably one of the hottest people Jisung has ever met — and to this day has no idea how he ended up dating, if you ask Felix it was apparently a lot of work on his part and not Jisung's — so staring really is kind of required. It's like going to a museum, you are supposed to marvel at works of art. And by God Jisung is a fucking sucker for this work of art.
It's Felix laughing at him, again. that makes Jisung snap back to reality. He may or may not have also quickly dabbed at both corners of his mouth to make sure he isn't actively drooling.
"You're so predictable, dude."
"Hey don't dude me when you look like a wet dream!"
"As if that would take away from the moment?" Every word Felix speaks is laced with amusement and laughter, and frankly Jisung wouldn't have it any other way.
For good measure — because Jisung was raised right and he is a gentleman, well most of the time — he picks up the discarded hoodie from the backseat of the car, he walks around the car over to Felix, gets real close — like up close and personal — and wraps the hoodie around Felix's shoulders, and even holds it close under his chin.
"Jealous someone might see?" Felix has a textbook fucking smirk on his face when he speaks up.
Jisung just shakes his head and give the blonde a quick peck.
"You're terrible and I hate you."
"You love me."
"I love you so fucking much." Jisung folds like Felix's wet shirt.
It takes them two more uses of the car wash to actually get the car decently clean, or that's all the effort Jisung can consider it worth spending money on — not like Hyunjin would care either way.
Before they get back in the car Jisung takes off his own shirt to actually wring it out, shirt goes back on and it has Jisung shivering at the cold wet feeling of the fabric. He completely misses how Felix looks at him like a starved man in front of an all you can eat buffet.
The drive to the café Jisung picked out is sound tracked by a mix of Lady Gaga, G-Dragon and 3OH!3 and frankly their friends should fear them for the next karaoke night, because together they are absolutely killing every single song.
By the time they are stepping into the café, to the tune of a happy little jingle, Jisung has more or less forgot why he even invited Felix to begin with. Don't get him wrong! He is not above spending random time with his boyfriend. In fact that is some of his favorite time spent. No plan. Just Felix. But when he is staring down the price tag in front of a pudding there is a voice in the back his mind nagging about being a reasonable and responsible adult that communicates with his partner — the voice sounds so annoyingly much like Minho, who frankly shouldn't be the voice of reason for anyone considering the man hasn't held down a relationship since they moved into the apartment they currently live in. That was six years ago, for those keeping count at home.
Minho is still not gonna get any pudding. Fucker.
In the end they have a whole tray full of different sweets and no less than three drinks — because they both really wanted to try the new one but it looks like it will be awful in the funniest way — to share between them.
The table they end up sitting at is tucked into a corner next to the big windows, granting some privacy while also allowing for the perfect spot to people watch at. They always do. Comment on who passes by as they take their time. Come up with stories to fit the people they know nothing about. One story more bizarre than the next, all for the sake of making each other laugh. It is soft. Soft and so endlessly comfortable, because it is habit. Habits that neither one of them have any intentions of breaking any time soon.
Habits reminds Jisung, again. of his ulterior motives with this whole coffee date. It makes him miss his cue for the next story. It makes Felix pause his chewing and just glance at Jisung. Random citizens on the other side of the window completely forgotten in favor of giving Jisung his full attention.
"What's up?"
He sounds so casual and yet so gentle. It makes Jisung want to just tear his heart out, put on the plate they just scraped clean off of any traces of pie, and nudge across the table like that gray dog in Lady and the Tramp. Suppose that makes him the tramp. Feels fitting somehow.
Jisung knows he is making this a bigger deal than this has to be, and he hasn't even said a word yet. Which probably isn't helping the soft worry slowly expanding on Felix's face.
Reaching both hands across the table, Jisung takes a deep breath to gather whatever nerve he can scrape together.
"Let me hold your hands when I tell you this-"
"No."
The flat refusal comes accompanied by Felix crossing his arms. Which is clearly a defense against Jisung's wiggling fingers that is reaching for him still.
"Please, let me hold your hands when I tell you this."
For good measure Jisung tacks on the biggest pout he can muster without succumbing to shame in public — which is to say his biggest one.
"Please, please, please, pleeeeaaaase with a cherry on top."
He's not above begging, alright. Especially when it actually works.
It takes about twenty seconds before Felix folds, with an eye roll and a huff that sounds suspiciously close to a laugh. In the end their hands are joined together. Fingers slotting together and thumbs brushing over warm skin.
"First of all; thank you." See? Jisung has manners and shit. His mama raised him right. "Secondly; I love you so so so much. Do not forget that part. Also do not forget how much you love me-"
"I feel like there is a but coming."
"But!" For the sake of punctuation Jisung even draws out the word unnecessarily much. "I really need you to stop taking off your shirt mid argument. I am just a man, dude. I can't- I don't- You're hot! Like you are objectively hot. Incredibly so. Probably one of the hottest people on earth. I am just a man. There is no way for me to not be distracted when you got all of that right in front of me."
Even while still holding Felix's hands he managed to somehow gesture to all of Felix, which earns him an amused smile that is clearly struggling to not outright laugh.
"I get what you are doing. It is arguably insanely effective. Disturbingly so for the sake of my ego. You win. Solid victory team sunshine. Please for the love of god keep your shirt on until we are on the same page."
By the time Jisung stops talking, stops rambling really. he is looking at Felix with two big pleading eyes. As if he is begging for mercy. Frankly speaking he is begging for some kind of mercy. If they keep this up his dick is gonna end up being chafed and fall or something similarly stupid. He can only have so much sex without getting negative effects from it. It is bound to happen, because it really would be just his luck.
For a long moment Felix is silent. Not unmoving, mind you. He is clearly fighting to hold back his amusement, while looking like he is struggling between taking pity on Jisung or just rub it in some more.
Eventually Felix's smile settle in something incredibly smug.
"That bad, huh?"
"Yes! Yes it is that bad!"
Jisung lifts their hands together to clasp his own hands together around Felix's, while his head drops as if in a prayer.
"Please have mercy on me, oh dear darling of mine."
That actually makes Felix laugh. That full bodied laugh that is impossible for Jisung to not get tugged into, and reflect back all the happiness he is seeing on Felix's face when he finally dares to take a peek.
"I was just waiting for you to start doing the same, you know."
Jisung's jaw all but drop to the table at the admission.
"What?"
"Yeah. I like read it in a reel or something, and figured I would try it once, and it worked." Fucking obviously. "And then I just figured you'd catch on and do it too."
Jisung's eyes are about the size of the plates their snacks are served on as he listens to Felix. One thing after the other slotting into place.
"… You want me to distract you with my body when we argue?"
"Hey, don't make it sound like that! I just mean I thought it would be funny — which it was — and then I kinda wanted to be on the other end of it. But you never did it, so I kept doing it because… well it worked."
No shame. Absolutely not a single ounce of shame is shown on Felix's face as he admits to the whole scheme. Frankly, it is so absurd Jisung has to give him some points for keeping it up.
"I swear I am gonna tackle the next person that call you innocent." Is all Jisung can come up with as he gives in to the laughter that want to bubble out of him. "This is so dumb."
"But effective!" Felix sounds about as triumphant as a world champion as he leans down to kiss their tangled hands. "Felix used distracting abs, it was super effective."
"Do not quote Pokémon at me, you heathen."
There isn't even an ounce of remorse on Felix's face as he smiles from ear to ear, picking up his fork again to dig into the pie left between them. Jisung can't even muster the energy to stay cross for half a second. He is actively melting, much like the ice in the weird drink neither one of them has yet to try. Turns out he doesn't mind melting, not when it is because of the sunshine that is Lee Felix Yongbok.
Turns out neither of them liked the drink in the end — as expected — and they both agree to blame it on the melted ice.
As they walk back to the car, Felix puts his arm over Jisung's shoulders to pull him into the side of himself. They fit incredibly well, and it never stops to be something Jisung notice — he secretly hopes he never stops marveling over such simple things between the two of them — his own arm sneaks around Felix and settles on his waist as their steps fall into pace with each other.
"I feel like I should be more scandalized about the abs situation." Jisung admits after a beat, glancing sideways at the blonde.
"Sure. But that seems like a waste of energy, no?"
"Mmh," is the gentle so very eloquent response that spills out of Jisung as he mulls it over.
He tries to remember the frustration from when he was pacing, back in the apartment, with Hyunjin laughing at him. Truly tries to weigh what he felt then to what he has settled into right now, which feels a bit like surrender even if he was hard. At least partially.
Before he can spiral further Felix has turned his cap backwards to easier be able to lean in and kiss his temple. He even lingers for an extra beat, and Jisung knows it really is for his own benefit. A silent nudge to not dig a hole that don't need to be dug in the first place.
"I didn't do it to invalidate your arguments, you know?" Felix stays close as they come to a halt beside the parked car. Forehead resting against Jisung's temple while Jisung observes their reflection in the washed car — because it is actually clean enough that he can do that now.
"Yeah I know."
The silence drags longer, and Jisung knows he should say something. Put words to what absolute chaos is spinning around his skull. Let Felix in.
"It's okay to not feel okay about it, even if we're not actually fighting."
Softly Jisung leans more and more into Felix as the other keeps talking. Voice soft and gentle while reassuring him in all the ways Jisung couldn't voice, but still needed to hear.
"And I am sorry if that is how it came across. I could have dialed it back sooner, so that's on me."
With a soft tilt to his head Jisung moves just enough to get eye contact again. Looking between Felix's very earnest eyes that is truly imploring him to take the space he should. What he should allow himself, because Felix is already holding it for him.
"I mean… They're pretty great abs."
Slowly Felix cracks a bigger grin, letting the earnest moment melt away for the sake of letting Jisung use humor as a band aid, as opposed to lingering in the slightly chafed feeling.
"I know, right?"
"Amazing in fact. Ten out of ten."
When Felix's kisses him they are both laughing, sharing the same breath and same laughter.