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Minho blinks rapidly. “Why would you care what I do with Yongbok?” He asks in abject confusion.
Hyunjin tosses his hair. “I don’t care,” he says flatly. He tips his nose into the air and then looks away. If Minho didn’t know him any better, he wouldn’t be able to clock the faint flush that blushes into view over his nose and cheeks. As it is, Minho knows Hyunjin very well, and he’s only endeared by it. God, he’s going soft in his old age.
Hyunjin shifts under the baffled silence that ensues and then, easily bending under the nonverbal pressure like a warm crepe, fresh off the grill and golden with embarrassment, mutters, under his breath, “But you should still fuck me in an onsen too.”
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- Part 1 of eight-sided die
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This whole thing - Minho talking to him, being Minho’s friend, Minho knowing he exists - wouldn’t be so bad if Hyunjin simply had a crush.
No, see, the problem isn’t Minho himself or Hyunjin’s gigantic crush on him. The actual, seriously life-threatening problem here is that Hyunjin has a boner the size of Jupiter for Minho.
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"So it's true? You and Minho?" Felix asks excitedly. "Oh my god. You have to tell me everything too. How did it start?" He waggles his eyebrows, nudging Hyunjin's shoulder in a playful gesture.
"How did what start…?” Hyunjin asks, confused. “It’s not- we’re just hanging out."
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or, mismatched love languages & small happinesses coming together
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Jeongin had been the one to initiate tonight, like he had been the very first time, like he always is. Not because Minho doesn’t want him. No, Minho’s been staying up later and later, his phone nearby in case this very request comes through. But this began as a way for Jeongin to explore, as a way for him to grow comfortable with being with a man. Minho has never wanted to pressure Jeongin, has always let him come to Minho first. Even as his fingers itch to touch, to tease, to take.
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“Is it a sex thing?” Hyunjin asks, his lips lifting in a sly smile. He raises his hand. “Because if it is, I one hundred percent volunteer.”
Chan huffs out a breath for a different reason, gripping his temples. But he doesn’t say no.
“Oh my god, it is a sex thing!” Hyunjin nearly shrieks.
“Bye.” Seungmin gets up and fully walks out of the dorm. The door beeps behind him a long, tense moment later.
“It’s…” Chan rubs the sides of his head like he’s getting a headache. “Not not a sex thing,” he says, so quietly Minho can barely hear him.
Yongbok’s jaw drops. Changbin visibly squirms. Hyunjin looks like he just won the lottery.
“He asked me—”
Minho doesn’t think Chan could get redder but he’s proven wrong in real time.
“He wants me to teach him—” He mumbles something Minho can’t catch.
“What was that?” Hyunjin looks positively gleeful.
Chan shoves out a breath. Drops his hand. Drops his head. “He wanted me to teach him how to fuck.”