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“Cheers to being single till the end of time!” Jisung clanks his glass of beer with his friends before downing it in one go. Jisung refills his glass and raises it again.
“Cheers to broken hearts, bitches, and emotionally vulnerable songs that illicit every emotion I am currently feeling.” His friends follow less enthusiastically the second time around.
“Cheers to–”
“Jisung I think that’s enough cheers.” Changbin places a hand on his shoulder. Jisung looks up at him, distraught that he would even consider interrupting his heartfelt confession about how the universe hates him and his heart will never recover from the loss. If the universe liked him then maybe he wouldn’t be picking up the broken pieces of his love life for the millionth time since he started college.
It all started three years ago when…
“Who wants to play extremely personal questions?” Jeongin appears out of thin air like the magician he is and whisks away everyone’s attention from Jisung’s pity party. It’s fine he can tell his story to the couch cushions looking cozy next to him.
It all started when he was…
“Jisung you playing or are you gonna make out with the couch?” Hyunjin yells from where he is seated atop Jeongin,
Jisung will tell his valiant tale another day, preferably a more sober day.
“I’m coming!” Jisung groans from where he is drinking the rest of his beer. He should pace himself, he has to study for his anthropology midterm this weekend, and starting it off with a hangover is not the way to go. Neither is starting it after his girlfriend dumped him, but he didn’t ask to get dumped. He simply avoided her for two weeks until she did it for him. Big difference.
Jisung half-drunkenly waddles to the coffee table where his six friends plus frenemy slash rival slash obnoxiously hot guy reveling in his suffering are seated.
“Everyone familiar with the game?” Chan opens the black box and starts shuffling the cards. Most of them shake their heads. Jisung leans back on his arms before realizing he doesn’t need to support his own weight when his friends can do it for him. He flops onto Felix since Jeongin is occupied cooing at his boyfriend’s neck as if they are the only two in the room.
“Get a room bozos,” Jisung grumbles, poking Hyunjin’s side with his socked toe. Normally, he’d gush over how cute and romantic they are, but now they are just rubbing it in. He doesn’t need to see them flex their two-and-a-half-year relationship when the longest Jisung has lasted in one is two and a half months. Everyone in the room ignores Jisung. Felix simply places a water bottle to his mouth signaling he’ll only deal with his drunken shenanigans if he’s hydrated.
Jisung slowly drinks the rest of the water, not realizing how parched he was.
“Okay, fairly simple. Let’s do the sober version cause I will not be responsible for Jisung getting hospitalized. We’ll go in a circle reading a card, there are two questions pick one. Read it. Then we will vote on the first two people to offer an answer based on their life experiences. The winner gets the card. The first person to five votes wins.” Chan quickly summarizes the rules, and Jisung thinks he vaguely understands them.
Read something.
Share personal life stories while complaining that life is unfair.
Get consolation.
Win.
Jisung likes winning.
“Wow, your communication major really coming through there Chan.” The human who shall never be referred to by name or he’ll make fun of Jisung pats Chan on the shoulder sending a flirtatious definitely not heterosexual smile at Chan that some deep-rooted part of Jisung wishes was sent at him.
“Jisung you’re glaring at Minho again.” Felix turns Jisung’s head away from Minho flirting with Chan and makes him look at his pretty freckles instead. Jisung pokes Felix’s cheek, he’s cute, too bad he doesn’t date people.
“Sorry, been working on my facial expressions.” He does not clarify whether it’s to make his glares more effective or not glare in the first place for he does not have the answer at this time.
Chan reads the first card, starting it tame, “What is the sluttiest thing you’ve discovered on someone else’s device?”
Thankfully for Jisung, he doesn’t keep his slutty adventures on his phone.
“Jisung accidentally sent me a nude once where he was…” Jisung feels sobriety rush through his body as he bolts to tackle Minho and make him shut up. Unintentionally he ends up on top of Minho, feeling his strong abdomen under him. Why does Minho have to be so buff? It is so unnecessarily attractive. Don’t they have enough gym bros in their group?
“It was an accident. I bribed you with food to make you forget!” Jisung argues back, laying all his weight on Minho's abs.
“Sorry River Styx didn’t realize those 6 chicken nuggets had magical properties to make me forget your cute little ass in a skirt with knee-high socks.” Minho mutters from behind Jisung’s hand, lifting one eyebrow teasingly.
This is why he hates Minho.
He’s just so hot. Infuriatingly so. He’s smart. Cool. Everyone loves him and everyone fucks him.
Jisung climbs off Minho, wanting to get the image of people fucking Minho out of his mind. He’s too heartbroken to be thinking with any part of his body besides his brain.
“Oh, I also have a picture of Jisung in a skirt!” Seungmin raises his hand. Jisung collapses back in Felix’s lap, giving up on defending himself.
It’s going to be a long night.
Thankfully it didn’t turn into let’s humiliate Jisung every round from where he did things because he was horny or drunk or both. But a few more hits were thrown his way nonetheless.
Eventually, it is Felix’s turn for the fifth time. He reaches over Jisung and picks up a card, contemplating for a moment with a deep hum before selecting his pick. “What is the most disgusting sex dream you’ve had?”
Jisung springs up, he might be sitting with only a measly card to his name but it is his time to shine. “I had a dream I fucked Minho from behind and we got married and shit and adopted cats. It was so gross. I still cringe when I think about it.” Jisung blurts out, ready to win the card as everyone in the room looks at him with bewilderment. “It was disgusting, Minho called me baby and stuff.” Jisung points an accusatory finger at Minho whose ears have turned a bright red.
So much for being a flirt. Can’t take what he dishes out cause Jisung is a five-star Michelin to Minho’s zero stars. Ignoring the fact that Minho’s cooking is ungodly and Jisung’s greatest dish is not-so-spicy cheesy ramen.
“How long ago was this?” Chan asks as if that’ll help narrow down Jisung’s dating history. Hyunjin tried and failed to start a spreadsheet in an attempt to document it for historical purposes.
“I don’t know…after I broke up with…what’s his face?” Jisung groans, snapping his fingers trying to wrack his brain. He is not sure why the time period is particularly important. It was before Jisung got his tattoo but after the first semester of college.
“Jongho?” Seungmin asks.
“No, he broke up with Jisung,” Minho interjects, earning another glare from Jisung.
“Yunho?” Changbin offers.
“I think that one was mutual.” Jeongin tilts his head from where it is perched on Hyunjin’s shoulder.
“Mingi?” Jeongin points to Hyunjin’s phone from where he is scrolling through the spreadsheet. What has Jisung’s life come to?
Jisung shakes his head, wracking his brain, he’s prefers to forget their names after. Less painful that way.
“San?” Hyunjin identifies, probably sorting the spreadsheet by People whom Jisung has broken up with. Unfortunately, that list is a lot shorter than getting broken up with.
“Yes, yes San. Cause I helped him get with Wooyoung freshman year under the premise of us staying friends and that emotionally shattered my soul and triggered me to have that dream.” Jisung still feels Minho’s warm arms comforting him, and hands carding through his hair, oh wait no that’s just Felix. “Why are we talking about my exes again?”
“The dream.” Felix reminds him.
“Right, I don’t think I’ll ever mentally recover from seeing Minho smile at me like that.” Jisung dramatically groans from where he is sprawled on Felix’s lap.
“From a sex dream and a domestic relationship with Minho?” Chan genuinely questions and Jisung wonders why everyone is getting so bent out of shape. Granted he may have mentally promised himself to never admit this dream to anyone. For one it exposes his undeniable attraction to Minho and two Jisung’s genuine desire to find someone worthy to settle down with. It’s just when the two get combined that’s when he starts backpedaling from his true desires.
“Yes. The horror!” Jisung winces a bit realizing he’s being rude to Minho. Like sure, they insult each other and bicker constantly. But Jisung doesn’t want to be mean and in his drunk state, he feels he may have crossed that line a smidge.
Minho leans back pissed off. Jisung crossed that line more than a smidge.
“Jisung you’d be lucky to date Minho.” Seungmin comments an opinion no one asked for.
“Yeah, he’d be good for you.” Chan agrees.
“And we all know he has the stamina to keep up with you.” Changbin adds in and Jisung wonders when they all joined the cult of trying to make Jisung see Minho as boyfriend material. The last he checked Minho is wearing denim and a cotton pullover. To be fair he did insult their beloved Minho, and no one does that and gets away scot-free, not even their slightly less beloved Jisung.
“Yeah right! He’s never even been in a relationship.” Jisung defends because the idea of dating Minho simply feels weird. Like taking a bath at the exact temperature where the water stops feeling wet.
“So? None of your relationships have lasted more than two months.” Minho argues back, crawling up to Jisung around the coffee table, alcohol coating his breath.
“No! My longest is two and a half months which is longer than two. Learn math bro.” For a math major, Minho wasn’t mathing very well.
“Guys. Boys. Gentleman. I have an idea. What if, and excuse my language…you two tried actually dating one another? Jisung can be in a stable healthy longer-than-two-months relationship. Minho can stop coming home at 3 am and making Chan worry about his safety. Everybody wins.” Changbin says with full seriousness.
Changbin must’ve taken drugs while Jisung was being yelled at by Minho because he is definitely tripping.
“Stable healthy relationship? With him?” Jisung points at Minho’s pretty sandy blonde head. Dammit, why does he have to have a thing for blondes because it is not helping his case right now.
“Excuse me? I’d be the best boyfriend you ever had!” Minho grabs at Jisung’s shirt collar, yanking him up and out of Felix's loving hold. Jisung rolls his eyes, Minho’s pride got hurt and now he’s trying to prove he’s superior, again. Jisung stares into the dark eyes, swimming with anger and a tinge of something he can’t quite place.
“Yeah like you could keep your dick in your pants.” Imagining Minho in a relationship is like imagining him with a girl, it just doesn’t work.
“Maybe you’re incapable of having long-term relationships after all.” Minho huffs out.
“Am not! I’ve just never found anyone that can handle me!” Jisung defends.
“Prove it. I can handle you.” Minho smirks at him, a knowing look in his eye.
“Be my boyfriend then. I’ll show you and your symmetric face who you’re doubting!” Jisung never backs down from a fight. He always goes in swinging, even if it’s a drunk swing bordering on a poor attempt at high-fiving someone’s face.
“Fine. You have a deal.” Jisung focuses on Minho’s lips as they utter the words. It should be illegal for his lips to look so glossy and plump.
“A deal?” Jisung blinks confused at Minho. He lost the trajectory of their conversation, growing warm under Minho’s gaze.
“You’ll date me and realize I’m not all those terrible things you said. You’ll apologize for even insinuating such a thing and buy me dinner. An actual dinner, not midnight apology chicken nuggets.” Jisung can’t stop staring at Minho’s lips, why are they so close to his face?
“Fine and if you decide to break up with me because you can’t survive without being a walking dildo then you’ll buy me two orders of chicken nuggets because that shit slaps.” Jisung tells Minho's lips.
He really wants some chicken nuggets right about now.
“Fine!”
“Perfect”
“Looking forward to it!”
“Me too!” Minho finally lets go of Jisung’s shirt and goes back to his spot across the coffee table, and Jisung takes a moment to admire his newly acquired boyfriend’s ass. When he complained today about having his heart ripped to shreds and needing someone to love him he didn’t expect it would be with his sworn very attractive frenemy.
“Can we keep playing the game or are you two gonna start fucking?” Hyunjin asks, placing the card from Felix’s hand into Jisung’s pile. Jisung succeeded! He is now at two cards while everyone else has at least three.
Jisung evilly laughs from where he nestles back into Felix’s lap. He spares Minho a glance, he won’t get jealous, right? A minute into their relationship? Minho simply looks at him blankly. This will be easy. Jisung will be feasting on 12 chicken nuggets in no time.
“Yeah read the next card.” Jisung cheers in his victory.
“It’s your turn Jisung.” Changbin points at the deck in the middle of the table.
“Ah fuck.” Jisung scrambles to sloppily pick up the next card and simply reads the first question, forgetting he’s supposed to pick one out of the two. “If you were stranded on an island who would you want to be stuck with?”
Not Minho that’s for sure.
Jisung feels something firm hit his face before it disappears and is smacked into his face again. And again. And again. Jisung finally opens his eyes and sees a sight he’s not quite ready for so early in the morning. A sexy casually-dressed Minho with a bed-head making his hair stick out in all directions. Jisung rolls over groaning, definitely too early to deal with that nightmare.
Minho smacks him with the pillow one more time making Jisung groan more audibly. In his moment of coming to the waking world, he realizes he’s still in his coat, in bed. Minho smacks him again with the pillow, a little rougher, and finally says, “Wake up! Your boyfriend needs to have a chat with you.”
Jisung’s eyes fly open and he sits up, getting a face full of pillow. He seizes the pillow and yeets it across the room having had enough. “Boy-boyfriend?” Jisung croaks out, voice raw from talking way too much the night before.
Then he remembers. Right. The bet.
Now it’s not the worst deal to go from brokenhearted and single to acquiring the hottest guy on campus on the premise of insulting them and proving a point that they in fact can be in a relationship. But Jisung doesn’t understand how he’s supposed to go about it. It’s not like he has feelings for Minho. That’d be ridiculous.
“Get up lazy bum.” Minho pulls on Jisung’s hand unsuccessfully.
“How’d I get home?” Jisung attempts to stall as the little horny people in his brain try to not implode at the reality of what Jisung got himself into. He eases himself out of bed and peels off his coat, not caring for the audience or maybe caring too much. It’s not necessarily a bad thing to give his boyfriend a preview of what he’s working with. Jisung unbuttons and pulls down his jeans.
“My drunk ass dragged your even more drunk ass home. Then passed out on your couch as payment. Boyfriend privileges.” Minho says nonchalantly.
Jisung peaks over his shoulder, shimmying out of his boxers and spots Minho looking around Jisung’s room instead of watching the strip show just for him, but whatever.
“Thanks, I guess.” Jisung could’ve stayed at Chan’s, yet Minho has a habit of dragging their drunkest friends back to their dorms. Usually Jisung.
Minho places Jisung’s rock’n roll dinosaur figurine back on his dresser and starts to leave before Jisung has even had a chance to flex his shirtless upper body. “Meet me in the kitchen to talk logistics. I made breakfast.”
Has Jisung mentioned Minho can cook?
Cause he can cook.
Jisung looks through his closet contemplating on what to wear. He could go with sweatpants and a T-shirt as he does most days when he is relaxing at his apartment. But he has a guest, and some part of him wants Minho to think that he takes good care of himself. He picks out a pair of skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a black expensive cotton short-sleeve button-down so he looks like he’s from the set of outer banks if they were rich.
He admires himself in the mirror, the jeans hug his greatest asset, and he tucks in the shirt to emphasize his small waist. For the first time in weeks he feels a tinge of pride come from his appearance. He contemplates that maybe this won’t be so bad. He’ll have a hot boyfriend, he’ll prove he’s not the common denominator in all his failed relationships and he’ll get free chicken nuggets.
He steps out of his room and finds Minho in Felix’s cat baking apron, plating scrambled eggs with a side of fruit and sausage. It smells delicious even if it’s a lot more elaborate than Jisung usually eats for breakfast. His containing a lot more coffee and a lot less calories.
Minho’s shoulders peak out from the apron, his arms flex in his tight-fitted shirt making Jisung’s mouth go dry. He takes a seat at the small dining table and Minho places the plate in front of him before giving himself one as well. They eat in silence, with Jisung picking at his food, nervousness surrounding the foreboding atmosphere.
“So…thank you for the food.” Jisung stabs the sausage, and moves it to the other side of the plate before removing his weapon.
Minho hums in response and stares pointedly at Jisung until he successfully bullies him into taking a bite.
“You can back out if you want to. Just buy me dinner and say you’re sorry.” Minho sends him a confident smile. So that’s what this is about. He thinks he can bribe Jisung with food? Jisung invented food bribery.
“If you’re so inclined to not date me then buy me chicken nuggets and we’ll call it even.” Jisung quips back. Some part of him wants to date Minho just to prove that he can in fact be in a relationship for longer than two months. How hard can that be? Just don’t break up.
“You wish.” Minho shakes his head. So they’ll be doing this the long way.
Jisung finishes as much food as he can stomach and makes a show of packing it away into the fridge for later while waiting for the parasite in his apartment to finish eating. Minho chews slowly, eyebrows furrowing in thought, sending a few glances to Jisung who is awkwardly hovering by the sink. Jisung catches Minho’s gaze, soft blonde hair fanning his face, making his perfect proportions pop out.
“So how do you want to do this?” Jisung sighs, shifting his weight against the counter. How is he supposed to date someone he doesn’t have feelings for? All he feels is anger, and a bit of repressed sexual attraction.
“I dunno, aren’t you the relationship expert?” Minho comments and Jisung feels a little silly. Minho’s never even been in a relationship, he’s probably expecting Jisung to take the lead.
“Are we just supposed to go on dates until one of us gets annoyed enough to call off the bet?” Jisung could call it off right now. Save them both the trouble. But the more he thinks about it the less bad it sounds.
Sexy boyfriend who can cook with a solid reputation. Jisung will be known as the guy that finally tamed the Lee Minho: campus fuckboy. Jisung will get to be in a relationship while he emotionally recovers from his last one. Lastly, he might get free chicken nuggets.
“Sure that works. What’s your schedule like?” Minho asks, eating the rest of his food and getting up to do the dishes. Jisung watches Minho add dish soap to the sponge and scrub the pan and both of their plates. He looks like a housewife, Jisung shudders remembering his dream. Washing dishes is not something he’s supposed to find sexy.
“Busy.” Jisung comments, looking away from Minho’s biceps.
“Helpful.” Minho snorts, scrubbing away at the plate like his life depends on it. Jisung forces his eyes away from all the veins popping out in Minho’s arms.
“I’ll set up a when2meet.” Jisung exhales for the seventh time that morning and pulls out his phone dramatically. He usually only uses the website for school projects, but Minho is turning into a project of his own. He places his own schedule in there and grabs Minho’s phone as he does the rest of the dishes. “What’s Monday look like for you?”
“Busy, I have boxing Monday and Thursday nights,” Minho responds, not looking up from the plates. Jisung uses that as an opportunity to admire all of Minho’s muscles despite repeatedly trying not to. If only Jisung had a fraction of Minho’s consistency maybe he’d also have a shit ton of muscles to flex while doing house chores.
“Wednesday evening?” Jisung rubs his eye with a yawn.
“Dance rehearsal.” Jisung marks the day off as well.
“Friday through Sunday?” Surely Minho has time on the weekends. It’s Saturday and they are hanging out. If you could call Jisung being rudely awoken via pillow and fed by circumstance hanging out.
“Usually homework and dance competitions,” Minho adds more soap to the sponge and fills the sink with green luminescent bubbles.
“That leaves Tuesday which is my nap day…” Jisung cringes at his words. He’s an adult. But a very sleep-deprived adult at that. His caffeine dependency can only do so much to curb the consequences of all-nighters.
“Jisung, you can always say no.” Minho reminds him, which simply drives him insane because he will not quit due to a lack of sleep.
“No! I can forgo my naps for chicken nuggets.” Jisung snaps back, turning off his phone.
Tuesday it is.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Minho. I will prove to you and everyone else that I am not the problem.” The statement comes out a little too truthful.
“No one ever said you were the problem Ji.” Minho pauses his ministrations to send Jisung a look of concern.
“No, but you guys always look at me like that whenever I get out of a relationship.” Just because no one says anything doesn’t mean they don’t think it. If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all. His friends are nice. Their thoughts not so much.
“I’m sorry my eyes have opinions.” Minho jokes even though the atmosphere has turned tense.
“You should be, your eyes are too pretty to be rude.” Jisung lets it go. It’s not a big deal. He’ll prove them wrong.
They agree to make Tuesday date night and Jisung thinks that’ll be the end of that.
Jisung started going to the gym with Changbin again. It was only a matter of time. He’s the most on-and-off gym goer he knows and he knows a lot of gym bros. He always picks it up after a relationship fueled by the need to get a revenge body and make his ex jealous. But now he can have a hot body and a hot boyfriend.
The rest of the weekend goes as normal. Mostly. He goes to sleep with a good night text from Minho. He sends night bitch back as a courtesy. He gets a good morning, drink water text from Minho on Sunday responding with morning, my ass is very well hydrated thank you for your concern back because he can’t think of a better comeback at 11 am.
Minho asks him if there are things he likes in relationships due to his limited experience. He sends him Jisung’s Guide For Hopeless Romantics from his Google Drive. If Minho is going to be his boyfriend he might as well cater to Jisung’s needs. This is where Jisung made his mistake. He has told his exes about his desires in a relationship, but none have ever acted on them.
Come Tuesday, Jisung meets Minho for their 5 pm coffee date, dressed in a muscle tee with black jeans, a chain, and boots. His friends always say his fashion choices are a bit much, Jisung simply thinks the world isn’t ready for him.
However, if they saw Minho now, they wouldn’t be calling Jisung the extra one. Minho, in his sexy glory, shows up in a suit and tie with a bouquet of flowers. Not any flowers. Fucking cosmos flowers, because it is October and they symbolize pureness and love.
When Jisung’s list said to dress up for the first date and bring flowers. It was implied, that it was for a dinner date and the flower diagram and explanation chart at the end of the google doc was meant for anniversaries. A simple rose would have done wonders on the first date.
Jisung grabs the bouquet of flowers to hide his red face. “You’re terrible at relationships.” Jisung huffs out, smelling the flowers, and damn do they smell good, or that might be Minho’s perfume. Jisung has never seen Minho so well-dressed, he looks like the CEO of a big tech startup. Hair styled perfectly, black on gray suit, unbuttoned for the casualness of their Starbucks date.
Minho scratches the back of his neck, a slight blush creeping up. “Did I overdress?”
“No shit sherlock.” Jisung comments and Minho’s face falls a bit. He realizes he is once again being rude. It’s just so easy to let his mouth overcompensate. “You look nice.” Jisung grits out in an attempt to save his earlier statement. “Just maybe don’t wear a suit and tie to Starbucks next time.” Jisung heads into the cafe and gets ready to order a coffee from a barista who won’t stop ogling Minho.
Jisung is about to nervously order when Minho taps him on the shoulder. “What are you getting?”
“Iced americano.” The usual.
Minho shuffles in front of him and orders two iced americanos. Jisung sighs in relief at not having to deal with human interaction. He’s been getting better, but it’s not a secret he’s not the best when it comes to talking with strangers in person. That’s why most of his relationships started on Hinged or Bumble. Texting is easier and he can overthink it without the other person knowing.
Minho grabs their drinks and they take a seat at the window. They probably look super out of place seated at the high-top table; one in a formal get up the other bordering on emo with an erroneous bouquet of flowers between them. Jisung knows most of the college students don’t give a fuck about him, but he still feels everyone’s eyes on him. Slowly digging past his introvert barriers and whispering their ugliest thoughts. Maybe he’ll end up on the school’s after-dark page for this. Jisung blinks away the thoughts.
Minho pushes the iced americano towards Jisung, a soft smile playing on his lips. He’s used to seeing Minho in flirty mode, yet now he simply looks nervous.
“Cat got your tongue?” Jisung winks at him, the few times he is able to catch Minho off guard feel like a victory.
“No, just a stunning man.” Minho leans forward and slowly takes a sip of his drink. Jisung gulps, forcing himself to keep eye contact with Minho. He scratches his upper thigh in an attempt to regain his composure.
“Where?” Jisung looks around and wonders who already got Minho’s attention. If a guy caught Minho’s interest then their short relationship is finally coming to a close. Jisung smiles to himself deviously. This was easier than he thought. He’d expected it to last at least a week.
Minho chuckles and points in front of him. Jisung turns around to find a brick wall behind him, he looks back confused before realizing Minho is pointing at him.
Jisung groans. “Ugh, you’re such a flirt.” His heart skips a few beats. He’s seen Minho flirt plenty of times, never at him, never when it’s not at the butt of a joke.
“We are on a date after all.” Minho shrugs and casually drinks his coffee like a model. He’s effortless. Jisung wishes he had that level of confidence, but alas he doesn’t.
“Don’t remind me.” Jisung leans down on the table. He probably should be reminded considering he’s not being very kind on their date. The thoughts and whispers morph into little bees buzzing in his mind, saying Minho will probably dump him because he’ll get bored. They always leave him.
“I don’t get it. What’s so bad about dating me?” Minho leans back in his chair, letting one arm hang off the side and tilting his head like a curious cat.
“You’re annoyingly hot.” The only way to describe Minho.
“Okay, thanks I guess?” Minho blinks.
“And annoyingly gay.” Jisung closes his eyes, his worst dream came true after all.
“That feels homophobic,” Minho says and Jisung looks up realizing Minho misunderstood his comment. The thing is, Minho being gay is only problematic because it overlaps with Jisung’s bisexuality. If he was straight Jisung would probably be best friends with him.
“In like a confident and I don’t care about what other people think annoyingly gay way,” Jisung explains.
“Okay…thank you?” Minho simply nods his head along.
Jisung can keep the list going but for now, he decides to shut up. Minho doesn’t need to know all the thoughts eating away at his mind. He’s his boyfriend, not his fortune teller. The date ends once all their ice has melted and they’ve run out of boring, not emotionally sensitive topics to discuss.
Usually after the first date, he feels excited to keep exploring the relationship, but as he gets walked back to his dorm he feels his heart strum with nervousness, reminded of their earlier conversation.
When they make it back to Jisung’s dorm, he can’t wait for the date to end but simultaneously being alone is the last thing he can handle. Minho takes his hand, smiling, and carefully looks at him, for a moment Jisung wonders if they are gonna kiss. Instead, Minho unlocks Jisung’s dorm and opens the door for him to go in.
Jisung stands awkwardly in the doorway, no longer remembering how to function.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Minho sends him a big smile and lets himself in. Jisung nods quietly. When did the air in the room get so stiff? Where did all his smart-ass comments go? Jisung adds sugar and water to a vase and unwraps the bouquet, placing it inside. Minho peels off his suit jacket and undoes his tie, sprawling on the couch like it’s his home turf.
Jisung just stares at his thighs. Those black pants are way too tight for the amount of muscle they are trying to contain. Jisung wonders if being boyfriends means he can squeeze them. That’s not a weird thing to ask, is it?
“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna sit down.” Minho pats his thighs and Jisung gulps nervously. He wants to sit on the thighs but that’s not what Minho meant. Jisung might be impulsive but he isn’t stupid.
All the snarky remarks are lost in Jisung’s brain as he plops down on the opposite end of the couch far away from Minho’s glorious thighs.
Minho picks out a horror movie. What about? Jisung doesn’t know besides the occasional screams of bloody murder.
Jisung can barely pay attention to the movie, Minho’s face telling a beautiful story all on its own. Something about the romantic atmosphere and the flowers changed Jisung’s brain chemistry because suddenly Minho is not just the sexy hot guy in their friend group who has a gym obsession. He’s also all the positive things his friends always say.
Kind.
Considerate.
Squeezable. This one is from Chan because Minho never lets Chan hug him.
Jisung has been driven insane by Minho’s god-given beauty from the day they met and Jisung doused him with water because he thought he was a hallucination. He would’ve used holy water had he had any. From that day Jisung vowed to never be friends with him lest he live in his immortal humiliation. Turns out Chan befriended him and now he’s a regular member of their friend group. Curse Chan’s extrovertedness.
Jisung thought he could stand by his principles but Minho and his beautifully sculpted nose make it so hard when all he wants to do is crawl to the other side of the couch, straddle his heavenly thighs, and kiss him silly. Fuck. Jisung can’t keep staring at Minho and not imagine the sex dream of fucking him and waking up in his arms. Over the years Jisung has tried his best not to think about Minho. Now he’s stuck dating him and he can’t stop thinking about him.
After the movie, Minho leaves and Jisung locks himself in the bathroom and does the unthinkable. It’s not because Minho is hot and Jisung dreamed about them living happily ever after together. It’s because Minho bought him flowers, dressed up in a suit and tie, and is now his boyfriend.
How can Jisung not be swooned by the idea of someone going through all that effort for him? How? Jisung’s only human.
Jisung feels shame prick up his neck as he cleans up after. His carefully crafted hateful lies crumble at the seams when Jisung remembers it’s not the first time nor will it be the last.