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“Are we gonna address the elephant in the room, or are you just gonna keep staring at that cake like it’s gonna hurt you?”
Minho pulls Hyunjin back to Earth, back to the uncomfortable chair that he’s sitting across from Minho in. They’re outside under the canopy that’s attached to the bakery they’re eating at. Rain is drizzling onto the concrete by their feet.
“What elephant?” Hyunjin raises a brow, still looking at the slice of cake that’s between the two of them.
Minho scoffs. “Um, the thing? With… Seungmin? With you and Seungmin?” He stabs his fork into the fluffy treat.
“Oh. Right,” Hyunjin grimaces, snaking a hand to rub the back of his neck. “That.”
There’s a pause. Minho swallows. “So?”
“So, what?”
Minho slams his hands on the table. “Jesus Christ are you listening? The thing. The thing between you and pretty boy?”
“Sorry, sorry.” Hyunjin leans back in his chair. “I don’t know? We’re not like… together. But I don’t know if we’re just friends either.”
Minho frowns. “Really,” He says, sarcastically.
“What do you want me to do?!”
The older shrugs, leans back, takes another bite of the cake before sliding it toward Hyunjin. He hasn’t even taken a second bite.
“Confront him? Do you guys want to keep going as you are? Do you want it to be more? Work with me here dude.”
Hyunjin thinks. They haven’t spoken in a while. A fortnight ago Hyunjin had Seungmin in his bed, but that was the last time they’d even spoken. He hasn’t called, hasn’t paid a visit. But, then again, neither has he. They both usually go a week or two without contact before starting something up again.
“So it’s a mutual ghosting,” Minho confirms, sipping his coffee, arms crossed.
Oh. He said that all out loud.
“I mean, I guess? It’s not like I’ll know what to say if I call him anyways. ‘Hey, sorry for fucking you and giving you a good time and then completely cutting you out of my life?’”
Minho shrugs. “Sounds alright.”
Hyunjin slumps back in his chair and pokes at the cake. “You’re supposed to be helping me,” he complains.
“Get a grip, then.” Minho stares at him with blank eyes. Hyunjin furrows his brow. “Dude. I am helping you. What’s the worst that’ll happen if you call him and say that?”
“He’ll hang up on me, then never see me again. File a restraining order. Call Chan to make sure I never go near him. The list could go on.”
Minho snorts. “Yeah, that’s a great fantasy. I’d like to see that happening.”
“It’s not like you know how to handle this!” Hyunjin blurts, “Jisung’s like, attached to your hip all the fucking time. And whatever you have going on with Chan is. Well.” He crosses his arms.
Minho stuffs a bite of cake into his mouth. Even though he said he was done.
“Eh, fair enough,” he mumbles through his mouthfull of food. “But,” he clears his throat and swallows, “all I’m saying is that you need to make the first move,” Minho jabs his fork at Hyunjin, “or else you two are going to be stuck waiting for the other to do it first.”
—
So,
Hyunjin throws having a basic conversation about a healthy relationship with Seungmin out the window, and calls him over to fuck.
“Something bothering you?” Seungmin tilts his head once they pull away from a searing kiss, both panting heavily.
“I’m fine,” Hyunjin assures, and when Seungmin opens his mouth again, Hyunjin goes to suck a hickey into his neck.
Seungmin’s hair is blue now.
Those red streaks were gorgeous, but the deep blue that replaced them is fucking addicting. Hyunjin could get lost in his image forever, burned into his retina. He’d die happy with this boy.
“Are you absolutely sure?” Seungmin asks again, sloppily unbuckling Hyunjin’s belt.
“Yep,” Hyunjin pops the p. Tangles his fingers in Seungmin’s blue locks.
Addicted.
Seungmin gives his dick a few pumps before deepthroating him completely.
Everything is great.
——
“So, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you tonight? Nothing on your mind, no brawls with Minho today? Not just jittery for your next race?” Seungmin repeats once they’re in the bath together.
Hyunjin sighs, rubbing circles into Seungmin’s stomach gently. Should he tell him? Like, really tell him? Does he think they’re just friends with benefits? Fuck buddies?
“Hyunjin,” Seungmin snaps him back to reality. He turns around to face him and taps his forehead. “You’re lost in there again.”
“Sorry.” Hyunjin pecks his lips in apology. Seungmin stares at him with concerned puppy eyes.
Jesus. He can’t take this.
“Are we just… a sex thing?” Hyunjin blurts, then immediately snaps his mouth shut.
Seungmin looks a little taken aback. He looks away from Hyunjin’s gaze and frowns slightly.
“I don’t know,” he pauses. The water stills. “Do you think we are?”
Hyunjin sighs. “We don’t really… talk. Outside of the bedroom.”
Seungmin nods. So he’s realized this too.
“Do you want to be something… more?” Hyunjin continues quietly. Seungmin stiffens. Shit. He totally just jumped to conclusions. “If you don’t-“
Seungmin is quick to take Hyunjin’s hands with his own and he gives him a small smile. “No, I’m not… like. Rejecting you or anything. Promise,” he reassures instantly. “I’m just… I’m not sure. If I can commit to anything.
“Not right now, at least.”
The boy looks down at their hands and lets go. The water is starting to run cold. There’s silence.
Hyunjin leans up and finds Seungmin’s gaze. “…do you want to try?”
Seungmin fidgets with his hands nervously. “It wouldn’t ruin anything between us?”
The blond shakes his head. “If you decide you don’t want to commit to an actual relationship, that’s fine. And if you don’t want to fuck anymore then Minho and Jisung can always invite me back.”
“TMI,” Seungmin frowns. Hyunjin laughs.
“Sleep on it, if you need to.”
Seungmin nods, wet blue streaks bouncing over his eyes. He’s so fucking gorgeous.
They kiss for a bit, until the lukewarm water becomes unbearable, and then they get out, let the water swirl down the drain, then Hyunjin’s gently drying Seungmin off.
“When’s your next race?” Seungmin wonders aloud.
“Dunno,” Hyunjin huffs, “Chan hasn’t scheduled anything good yet. And he’s out of town for a conference with Jisung. Music production or some shit.”
“So the downhill isn’t fun?” Seungmin giggles.
“Not really my thing, but, I’d watch you race if you wanted to enter. You don’t play downhills safe, remember?”
Seungmin looks up at him and smiles. “I’m flattered,” he waves his hand, “but, Chan would never let me enter on something dangerous like that. Especially since I don’t technically race.”
Hyunjin nods, makes sense. He opens his mouth to say something, but Seungmin beats him to it.
“I’ve got a bike race I could enter.”
Fucking read his mind, dammit.
“Really?” Hyunjin smiles as they hang up their towels on the back of the door. "You should. You've seen me race, why can't I see you?"
Seungmin puffs out his cheeks and shrugs. Tilts his head from side to side. Hyunjin thinks it's adorable.
"Okay," he decides, "I'll enter." Hyunjin almost jumps with joy but Seungmin holds up a finger. "But. I can't guarantee I'll be as good as I once was."
Hyunjin waves his hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter. As long as I can see you race. Bet you look gorgeous." He reaches to ruffle the younger's hair.
Seungmin slaps his hand away. "Yeah, I bet I look so great with a giant helmet on my head."
"Safe and hot." Hyunjin shrugs, then exits the bathroom. Seungmin follows like a lost puppy into the kitchen, where Hyunjin puts some water in the coffee maker for some tea.
They sit at the table and drink together, watching the sunrise together. Ignoring the fact they're both only in boxers. Seungmin has some rooibos, and Hyunjin sticks to his good ol' earl grey. He only has the rooibos purely for Seungmin.
"You're gonna ruin my sleep schedule," Seungmin mumbles, but he doesn’t get up and go to bed. Rests his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder instead, still sipping at his tea. Makes Hyunjin feel all giddy, like a teenager who just hit puberty.
“You’ll fix it eventually,” Hyunjin assures him. “We can sleep as late as we want.”
Seungmin hums with a little laugh. “Sounds nice,” he says. “I missed your cuddles.”
“I miss your hair,” Hyunjin runs his fingers through the blue and Seungmin smiles.
“Do you like it?” He asks, “I thought I’d try something new. Keeho is such a genius for choosing this shade.”
Hyunjin kisses his head and hums. “It’s pretty.”
“But you like the red better.”
“I do like the red better, yeah.”
Seungmin chuckles, setting down his mug and letting out a breath. “The race is technically tonight,” he says, “so I don’t think we can sleep as late as we want.”
“Shit,” Hyunjin chokes on his tea. “You don’t have to if it’s too short notice-“
“Nah.” Seungmin interrupts. “I want to. I want you to see me.”
The older grins. “If you say so.”
They finish their tea and Seungmin pulls out his phone to register for the race. He took the last spot.
Thank god. Hyunjin might have pitched a fit if he didn’t get in.
Two minutes later, they find themselves in Hyunjin's bed, Seungmin tucked against Hyunjin's chest comfortably, and he's already snoring softly. Hyunjin kisses his head and closes his eyes. Hears the tick of the clock on the bookshelf across from them, adorned with little plants and books that he doesn't even touch. Smells the aftermath of their tea, faint, but comforting. Feels Seungmin's breath on his heart, deep and steady, brushing against his chest.
Hyunjin is out like a light immediately.
——
Hyunjin wakes up before Seungmin does. Sunlight has seeped in through the blinds and illuminates the room with bright rays that dance across the walls.
It's two in the afternoon.
Hyunjin sighs deeply, pulling Seungmin closer to him and smiling when the boy lets out a small groan, still unconscious. He stays there for a while, holding him in his arms. Letting his mind wander.
Are they dating now? Is Hyunjin allowed to call Seungmin his boyfriend? Lover?
"Ngh... Jinnie, you're suffocating me."
Seungmin's raspy voice catches him off guard and he finally realizes he's holding the younger's face a little too tight to his chest.
"Shit," Hyunjin loosens his grip, "sorry."
Did Seungmin just call him "Jinnie"?
But every thought is sucked from his head as Seungmin looks up at him with sleep-ridden eyes, dazzled with all the stars in the world. Chocolatey-brown irises, pink, puffy lips, cheeks dusted red. Those blue streaks accenting the painting that is of his face. He looks so gorgeous.
Seungmin whines. "You're staring."
Hyunjin is staring. "How can I not?" He smiles, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Good morning."
"Am I supposed to say 'good morning, sweetheart' or something all lovey-dovey?" The other jokes. Hyunjin huffs a laugh.
"Are we at that stage now?"
Seungmin smiles and leans up to snatch his lips in a soft kiss. "How about you take me on a real date first?" He says, then presses back into him.
Hyunjin hums into the kiss before they pull away once more. “That I can do. But it might have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Why not tonight?”
Seungmin plays dumb. Like he’s totally not expecting to be fucked into oblivion two nights in a row. Like he doesn’t expect Hyunjin to eat him up from afar under the street lights that illuminate Seungmin and his downright stunning H2 on the track.
Hyunjin taps his foot impatiently as he sits, smushed between a drunk man and Minho. Well. Two drunk men. Changbin and Felix are sitting in the row above them. Felix rambles on about the race excitedly to Changbin, who tries his best to follow along.
“Why d’you insist I come to these fucking things.” Minho slurs, slumping against Hyunjin’s shoulder.
“You said you were lonely. You can’t just wallow in bed all month until Jisung and Chan get back from Singapore.”
Minho whines. “Can too.”
There’s the ear-piercing screech of a microphone turning on and being too close to the speaker. Everyone in the stands yell in annoyance and the resonance is quickly shut down before a few echoey taps come booming out the speakers.
“Good evening everyone!” A familiar voice rings out through the arena. It’s Keeho, he knows it. Hyunjin looks up from where his eyes were fixed on his feet to look at the track. “We’ve got a grand total of six contestants with us for tonight’s match, each competing either for fun, or for that sweet, sweet cash prize that I am holding with me.”
Blah blah blah. Hyunjin couldn’t care less. He needs Seungmin to step out on that track now.
“The race will consist of eight full laps, but don’t worry, if you can’t keep track because you’re too hammered, we’ll be announcing for you tonight.” There’s a pause, and some shuffling that’s picked up on the mic. “As for our racers, they’ll be stepping out shortly, as well as myself. Your announcer tonight will be the lovely Yeji.”
The microphone is passed off and Yeji introduces herself, along with the racers. And then, one by one, they all step out onto the track, helmets under arms, boots connecting with the pavement in soft thuds.
Hyunjin might pass out.
There’s six racers, but Seungmin sticks out like a sore thumb to him. Talking to one of the racers with a smile, braces glinting under the streetlights. He’s wearing a black racing suit, with the sliders accented in a lighter shade of purple. Everyone’s wearing racing suits. Probably for the best protection so nobody gets sued for killing anyone. Even though it’s not Seungmin’s ideal outfit (and neither is it Hyunjin’s for street racing), he still looks so fucking ethereal. He’s not real. He’s straight out of Hyunjin’s dreams. Fuck it, his wet dreams.
“Jesus,” Minho barks a laugh, punching Hyunjin’s shoulder a little less softly than he meant to. Maybe he did mean it. “That’s your man? Dude, marry him and we’re all related.”
“Don’t say that.” Hyunjin groans, putting his face in his hands. “That sounds so fucking weird.”
Minho cackles, and then his smile falters. “You did talk with him yesterday I’m assuming?”
Hyunjin presses his lips together. “You could call it talking,” he mutters. Minho scoffs and punches him again.
“So you did during aftercare.”
“Oh my god, shut the fuck up. I don’t need everyone around us to know I fucked someone last night.” Hyunjin gives him a shove. Intentionally lowering his voice at the last sentence.
Minho laughs evilly. “You said it.”
Engines begin to start up, then rev up. The race is about to start. Hyunjin leans in to watch. Seungmin is mounted on his H2 and his purple helmet is fastened on his head.
The countdown begins. Yeji’s voice booms through the speakers.
Three.
Two.
One.
The bikes practically blast off from the starting line, and someone spins out almost immediately. Full throttle. They should have eased into it.
Now, Hyunjin knows nothing about motorcycle races, or motorcycles. Maybe the bare minimum because Felix used to ride. But seeing every bike practically on its side hugging the turns, it has his eyes bugging out.
Seungmin has his eyes bugging out because how the fuck does someone still look that good underneath a helmet.
After the first three laps, Hyunjin finds that Seungmin is lagging behind two racers, but he’s slowly catching up to one of them. He’s got better power, if he can just get by one of them…
He leaves the inner track and fans out just before the upcoming turn. Squares off the corner and presses harder on the power before closing the gap between them and ultimately gaining the second place spot. Minho cheers drunkenly, barely paying attention. Hyunjin smiles.
Now he just has to do that again, and then maintain his lead.
Seungmin dips dangerously close to the inner track, and Hyunjin holds his breath as he rounds the corner.
Just like how he drifted around the corner in the Camaro all those weeks ago.
Seungmin evens out, shoulder lifting off the ground and tipping himself back up straight. The purple LEDs of the H2 fly past his eyes in a blur, and Hyunjin taps his foot. Just four more laps. This is possibly the most exciting thing that’s ever happened. Besides him actually racing himself.
“Dude, what the fuck,” Minho frowns, “you’re like. So horny right now.” He snakes a hand to grab at Hyunjin’s crotch.
Christ. He’s hard as a rock.
Hyunjin swats his hand away. “It’s the nerves,” he plays it off, fixing his eyes back on Seungmin. “Come on, Min.”
Minho shrugs, and leans back against Changbin’s knees. Felix leans down to say something in Hyunjin’s ear.
“Your wife is so hot.”
Hyunjin’s blood chills at the words and he smiles. “I know,” he says, “my wife is even hotter in bed.”
Felix laughs, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Can’t wait to meet him, right?”
Hyunjin looks back for a split second, regretfully taking his eyes away from Seungmin. “I thought you did? At the drag?”
Felix snaps his fingers. “I had to take Taehyung home early because he was barfing his brains out. Didn’t get a chance to say hi to Chan’s adorable little brother after my matches.”
“You’ll love him.” Hyunjin says. Felix grins. His bright blue hair shines under the lights.
“Go watch your wife, I think he’s about to pass someone.”
Hyunjin whips back around, and sure enough, Seungmin’s attempting again. There’s a twist in the track that will allow Seungmin to get past and keep the other from catching up immediately. They’re on the seventh lap now. One more to go.
Seungmin gets a lead on the other bike and taps on the brakes as he comes up to the twist, swerving through easily, coming out onto the straight and immediately getting back to full speed. The other bike is now a few meters behind him. Hyunjin hears Felix yell excitedly behind him.
Last lap. Seungmin can maintain his lead. Just a little longer. Two more minutes.
Hyunjin watches in anticipation, leaning forward, squeezes Minho’s hand even though the older yells in protest. Seungmin’s got the speed. He has the distance.
He has the fucking charm.
The final straight comes up, and Seungmin goes full throttle on the home stretch, the engine revs and Hyunjin can barely see the way the front end swerves for a split second as he comes up on the endline.
The bike twists to the right, and Seungmin flies past the line seconds before he’s bailing off the bike as it flips to the side and goes skidding to an ugly halt along the asphalt. Seungmin tumbles into the gravel off the track.
Hyunjin’s heart stops. There’s cheering in the crowd. Minho is slurring something cocky. Felix puts a hand on his back, between his shoulder blades.
Seungmin doesn’t get up.
Hyunjin can’t breathe.
“Hyunjin,” Felix says lowly, and the older stands up. Felix tugs on his jacket. “He’s okay, riders lose control of their bikes all the time. Let’s go check on him, okay?”
Hyunjin can’t do anything but nod. There’s blood rushing in his ears. Felix pulls him up to the same aisle and leads him out of the stands. They both practically fly down the stairs, and then they’re really sprinting across the field to the entrance of the track. Yeji is there. She stops them both.
“I can’t let you guys past.” She says apologetically. “Riders and hosts only.”
Hyunjin is basically growling at the words. “Is he okay?” He snaps. Felix gives his hand a squeeze.
Yeji looks back at the track and nods. “He’s okay. Keeho and the others are taking care of him. He'll be out soon.”
So they step aside and wait. Hyunjin finds Seungmin in the gravel, surrounded by the other riders, pushing himself to his knees with some difficulty. He sees the H2 and helmet that are scratched up like there’s no tomorrow. Seungmin is helped up and guided to the gate by the other racers.
“Fucking shit,” Seungmin hisses as he pulls the helmet off his head and shakes out his hair. “Almost fucking killed myself." He catches Hyunjin's eye and smiles. "Did I look good at least?"
Hyunjin stares at him, dumbfounded. He's okay. He's perfectly fine. Just has a nosebleed and a limp in his step, but he's perfectly okay, and he's smiling with that stupid little puppy smile, and those stupid chocolate eyes, and those stupid blue streaks are glinting in his eyes and Hyunjin is gone.
He's never been so in love before.
Hyunjin lets go of Felix's hand and cups Seungmin's face.
"Are you hurt?"
Seungmin laughs. "I'm okay, Hyunjin, really." He takes Hyunjin's wrists with his gloved hands. "Just tweaked my ankle a bit. It was scarier in the moment."
Hyunjin sighs. "You're sure? A hundred percent?"
"A hundred percent." Seungmin confirms. He lets Hyunjin hold him for a moment, letting the boy calm down before he tilts his head. “Buy me a drink?”
Hyunjin wipes the drying blood from Seungmin’s nose and afterward seals their lips together in a kiss. It takes Seungmin off guard, but he leans into it after a beat.
“Anytime.”
——
“Are we gonna address the elephant in the room, or are we gonna keep avoiding it like the plague?” Minho frowns, leaning over and tugging on Hyunjin’s jacket. The five of them are at the bar now, catching a few drinks, Changbin a few less since he has to drive Felix and Minho home tonight, and Hyunjin sticks to water, letting Seungmin get absolutely hammered.
“What elephant?” Felix’s cheeks are red.
Minho groans. “You know. The thing. Between Hyunjin and Seungmin?”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes and looks over to Minho. “We’re on this again?”
“You bet your sorry ass we are. You had him over last night, did you… establish a certain… thing?” He turns his hands around in circles as he talks. Seungmin laughs from where he’s seated between Felix and Hyunjin, one hand resting atop Hyunjin’s.
“Excuse me?”
“A certain thing?” Changbin echoes, “real descriptive, hyung.”
Minho kicks his shin. “Yah, let me explain, idiot.” He snaps. “Hyunjinnie knows what I’m talking about.”
Yes, Hyunjin does know what Minho is talking about, but he doesn’t have the answer. He doesn’t know if Seungmin really wanted to try being intimate, not just sexually. Told him to sleep on it, but they spent their entire day out in the city before ultimately rushing out the door on Seungmin’s bike to get to the race on time. So, they kind of forgot about it.
“Hyunjin!” Minho snaps his fingers, bringing his attention back. “Are you guys engaged yet or what?”
Felix snorts. Seungmin’s eyes are wide as he laughs awkwardly.
“Engaged?”
Hyunjin feels his cheeks heat up. “We’re not engaged, Minho, what the fuck?” He argues, trying desperately to save himself from embarrassment. Damn Minho and his stupid rocket mouth when he’s drunk. Seungmin probably thinks he’s weird now.
But his hand doesn’t move from where it’s laid atop his own. Doesn’t even twitch. Seungmin downs another shot of vodka and hiccups.
“We’re not engaged yet.” He says. “I told him to take me on a real date before we got married.”
What.
Hyunjin chokes on his water, setting down the glass as he splutters in pure shock because Kim Seungmin just said they were going to get married and that he’s required to take him out.
“You’re serious?” Hyunjin looks at Seungmin in shock. The boy just nods. “Shit. Then yeah. It’s official. We’re dating.”
“Soon to be fiancés,” Minho slurs. “You finally did it, Hyunjinnie.”
Seungmin giggles and takes another shot, leaning over on the table with a drunken smile. “Th’s cute. Hyunjinnie…”
Hyunjin has ascended to the heavens. He’s officially dating Kim Seungmin. Bang Chan’s little brother.
He’s going to be fucking related to Minho now.
They talk for a while longer, Felix and Seungmin sharing words with each other about racing and ‘boring motorcycle shit’ as deemed by Minho, while Hyunjin and Changbin keep an eye on the other three.
“Jeongin can patch her up,” Changbin says suddenly. Hyunjin raises a brow. “Seungmin’s bike. It got pretty riled up, didn’t it? Saw those nasty sparks flying across the track. All I’m sayin is I could get a helluva discount from Jeongin.”
Hyunjin tilts his head back, finishing the root beer he’d ordered just minutes ago. “God fuck, yes, please.” He breathes, “I don’t think Seungmin would be happier.”
Jeongin is fucking cracked.
Changbin pats his shoulder and leans back in his chair before slamming his hands on the table. “Well! I’ve gotta get these two shitheads back to their apartments. Jisung and Chan are supposed to get back tonight, and I don’t want them bitching over why Minho comes home later than them.”
“They live together?” Hyunjin wonders aloud. “All three?”
“Yeah, well, Chan’s still got his place up in the penthouse, but Minho and Jisung just got a nice place by the beach and now they have the room. I love being a third wheel sometimes.”
“I can tell.” The younger grimaces. “You’re free to go. As for the bike situation, give me a call and we can bring her over to Innie.”
Changbin nods, closing out his tab and pulling the two drunk boys out of their seats to go home. Felix gives Seungmin a kiss on the cheek and waves goodbye before joining the other two and taking Changbin’s hand.
Hyunjin has a feeling he won’t be a third wheel for long.
“Ready to go?” He turns to Seungmin, startling when he realizes the younger is already staring at him with starstruck eyes. His cheeks are a deep red, and his eyelids droop every now and then, and his hair is messy, but he’s still so gorgeous.
“I- oh fuck-“ Seungmin opens his mouth to speak before he’s quickly shutting it with a hand over his mouth. Hyunjin guides him quickly over to the bathroom.
The sound of Seungmin retching echoes through the room as he keels over in a stall.
“You okay, baby?” The petname didn’t mean to come out, but it did. Seungmin pays it no mind. Well, he does, kind of.
“Y-eah, babe, shit-“ Seungmin cuts off with another hurl. Hyunjin winces.
Shut up. Seungmin just called him babe.
A few more minutes pass until Seungmin spits into the toilet bowl and then stands shakily. Hyunjin helps him, and he leans into him with a shuddered gasp.
“Do you need help washing up?” Hyunjin offers, turning the sink on.
“Mmnh- no-“ Seungmin whines, but he nods anyways. Hyunjin smiles, kissing his forehead.
“I’ve got you.”
He takes a paper towel and wets it with the cold water, wiping Seungmin’s face down with it. The boy groans, relaxing into the feeling. He leans down and rinses his mouth out as best he can in the sink, then spits and straightens before slumping back into Hyunjin’s arms.
“How much did you drink, Minnie?”
Seungmin huffs. “Like. Two…ten…” he mumbles. “Wanna go home.”
“Are you gonna get carsick?”
“No,” Seungmin whines again.
He does, in fact, get carsick. The taxi driver pulls over on the side of the road to let Seungmin keel over on the sidewalk.
“Sorry,” Seungmin moans weakly, but Hyunjin shushes him and strokes his hair gently.
“It’s okay, baby. Let’s just get home, yeah?”
They arrive back at Hyunjin's place at two in the morning. Hyunjin helps Seungmin out of his shoes and they change together, Hyunjin going shirtless, and Seungmin in a loose tee and boxers. They brush their teeth together, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, knees knocking together. Seungmin rests his head on Hyunjin's shoulder.
"Sorry you can't fuck me tonight," Seungmin jokes, pressing his face between Hyunjin's shoulder blades as they climb into bed.
Hyunjin laughs. "We have plenty of time on our hands later. I'm tired too."
Silence fills the room, the only indication of the Earth still moving is the clock on the bookshelf, ticking away, and Seungmin's soft breaths as he holds Hyunjin in his arms.
"Seungmin?"
"Mmh."
Hyunjin sucks in a breath. "You really meant it? What you said about us... back at the bar?"
Seungmin presses a tired kiss to his bare back. "I love you."
Hyunjin's eyes fly open. "What-"
"I love you." Seungmin repeats it. The three words Hyunjin had wanted to tell Seungmin for weeks. The three words that he'd thought when he'd first locked eyes with the boy, standing next to Chan with cherry flavoured bubblegum in his mouth, red streaks in his hair, braces, those fucking braces, accenting his smile. When he took him home the night after the drag and became addicted to his touch. When his heart stopped beating when he didn't get up.
Seungmin's arms loosen around his waist and he begins to shift away. "You don't have to-"
Hyunjin turns around and cups his face. "I love you too." He interrupts. "So fucking much, you have no idea."
Seungmin looks at him, with wide eyes. Even in the dark, he can see the way his cheeks heat up.
"I wanna try." He blurts. "I want to try committing to it. An actual relationship. You make me want to try."
Hyunjin smiles, and kisses him. Properly. Not like a drunk teenager, not sex-driven. Like a true-love's-kiss kind of feeling. Lips slotted perfectly together, hands warm against faces, bodies warmer pressed against each other.
It's like Hyunjin's never kissed before.
They pull away, albeit regretfully, and Seungmin smiles at him.
"Take me on a date later?”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes, and pulls Seungmin into his arms. The younger's own tighten once more around his waist.
It feels right.
“Yeah, I’ll take you out. A real date. Just you and me baby.”