a/n: -ish?

 “Bull!” Jihoon exclaimed as he lost yet another match. Mingyu smiled at hm triumphantly.

“Just admit I’m better at Fifa. And basically any other game.”

The older just snorted and got up. He knew he was bad. His friends even joked he can lose ‘The game of life’.

(“How the you lose game of life?” Jihoon asked.

“You die,” Seungkwan answered simply.

“Wow, that was deep,” Soongyoung said and they high-fived. Jihoon left the room.)

But he was too proud, and he wanted to prove Mingyu that yes, there is a game he can win. So he digged in the closet and brought back a big box.

“Monopoly?” Mingyu asked when he set it on the table.

“Yes. I will make you go bankrupt.”

The younger smiled mischeviously.

“Is this a bet?”

“It can be.” He took his hand. “What do you wanna bet?”

Mingyu pretended to hesitate for a while, but Jihoon could see he had already an answer in his mind.

“The one who wins...” He made a pause to made it more dramatic. “Gets to top tonight.”

Jihoon chukled, but shook his hand anyway.

“Deal.”

***

At three am, Jihoon finally won.

“I told you so,” he said and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He was too tired to even pack the game back to the box, he didn’t even want to think about ing Mingyu. “But can we like, postpone the to tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu groaned. His eyes weren’t even open and he was laying on the floor. “But do you mean tomorrow like thursday or tomorrow like today like wednesday?”

Jihoon suddenly felt a pang in his chest and it wasn’t nice. It was horrible. He wanted to die.

“It’s wednesday already?”

“Uh, it’s after midnight so I guess yeah.”

“I have an exam today.”

“Good luck, you’ll ace it like always.”

“No, you don’t understand, I was meant to study but I didn’t because of this stupid game.”

Mingyu shrugged and muffled a yawn.

“That was your idea. So, what you’re going to do?”

“Sleep. And go there and fail it.” Jihoon got up to go to the bedroom.

“Okay. Hey, carry me to bed?” The younger extended his hands in the direction of his boyfriend. Jihoon just kicked him lightly in the shoulder.

“Carry yourself.” He left and took his clothes off. He was too tired to change into pajamas so he just went to bed only in his underwear. After a while he heard Mingyu going into the room too. “But the has to be ing good to compensate me for this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mingyu said and collapsed on the bed beside him. They immediately fell asleep.

(The next day they did have , and it was one of the best. Jihoon considered failing another exam if it was the condition of getting laid that good, but he didn’t tell Mingyu. It was a bad idea.

He had to find something else.)