` (    FightMe  HongJisoo♥    )

Chapter ten (1/2) :
"What are we- NOPE DEFINITELY NOT MORE THAN FRIENDS NOPE."

One walk home won’t change anything…

Right?

‘What’s wrong with them again-‘

‘Shush, Mingyu!’ Wonwoo quickly hushes his co-worker, chucking the rag he was using at the taller’s face.

‘Won-‘ 

‘Shushhhhh!’ Wonwoo exclaims, trying to get the other to shut up, ‘I’ll tell you during lunch break, alright? Stop asking unless you want Junghan hyung to kick you out.’

The look on Wonwoo’s face is hilarious to Mingyu; the older of the two looks disstressed, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line and Mingyu’s heart skips a beat when he realizes that the other is actually worried about his presence in the cafe.

Chuckling, Mingyu places the rag previously thrown at him onto Wonwoo’s head with a big smile.

‘What the he-‘

‘You better tell me later~’ Wonwoo almost jumps back when he’s face to face with a mischiveous Mingyu, a playful smile on his face and Wonwoo swears he’s going to die because our noses are touching what the f- ‘Let’s get back to cleaning~’

Wonwoo is left frozen in his stance, Mingyu turning back to focus on cleaning the countertops.

What the hell, Mingy-

‘Hyung.’

What now.

‘What is it, Mingy-‘

‘Stop blushing already~’ Mingyu says cheekily as he pinches the other’s cheek, running off as quick as possible to leave a flustered Wonwoo behind.

‘Get back here, Kim Mingyu!’

What the hell are we, Kim Mingyu?!

‘Lee Jihoon! Where the hell is my guita-‘ Jisoo stops midway, frozen in his spot when he comes face to face with a clueless Junghan instead. ‘J-Junghan! (Definitely not awkward, at all.) H-Hi…’

Last night walk sure was…

Eventful.

‘Hi Jisoo.’ Junghan lets out a small chuckle, head hanging low to focus on his phone (not to hide his red cheeks.)

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‘So-‘ ‘Hey-‘

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Well, this is awkward.

‘Um…’ Jisoo rubs the back of his neck, smiling shyly as he gestures for Junghan to continue.

God damn, Jisoo and his gentleman crap.

Lifting his head to giggle at how cute the other is acting, Junghan places his phone onto the counter to focus on the other male.

‘Did Jihoon take your guitar again?’ Junghan laughs when he sees Jisoo furrows his eyebrows, disstressed and annoyed.

‘I’m pretty sure it’s him!’ Jisoo mumbles, throwing his hands into the air as if it was the biggest problem he has right now (though really, Junghan is all he’s worried about.) ‘Man, the kid could’ve just asked to borrow it-‘

‘You wouldn’t even let him-‘

‘He’s the one who almost killed Mingyu with it!’ Jisoo complains, ‘My baby would’ve been smashed-‘

‘All you were worried about was you guitar?!’ Junghan exclaims, raising his eyebrows with his arms folded in front of his chest.

‘Yeah! I mean, it is the most important thing to me-‘

‘Most?’ Junghan leans against the counter, amused as to what Jisoo’s answer would be; Junghan is even more curious now that Jisoo’s all flustered and red from embarassment.

‘I-I-‘

‘You?’

‘Y-You’re…’

Junghan tries hard not to smile because oh my god, Hong Jisoo is so adorable.

‘You’rethemostimporanttome.’ Jisoo manages to say in one breathe, face all flushed as he almost knock over the decoration on the table by his side, trying to get his breathing back to normal.

Well…

You’re also important to me, Hong Jisoo.

Jisoo is too caught up in his own embarassment, he doesn’t even realize that Junghan is now next to him, smile plastered on his face. It isn’t until Jisoo feels a warm hand on his back, patting it gently that he realizes Junghan’s prescence by his side.

…

‘Junghan-‘

‘You’re important to me too, Jisoo.’

Yeah, you’re imporant to me too, Hong Jisoo.

‘You’re the most important to me.’ Junghan smiles, cheeks red as he fiddles with his hands.

Trying to hide his blush really isn’t a good choice because now all Junghan sees are Jisoo’s hands and crap, I really want to hold it.

Is it soft?

Is it as big as my hand?

Is it-

‘Stop blushing.’ Jisoo interrupts Junghan’s thoughts but what surprises the long haired male more is the hand reaching out for his. 

Junghan stands still, frozen in his spot when he feels Jisoo entertwined their fingers together, and only when he feels Jisoo’s thumb carressing his hand did he realizes, we’re ing holding hands.

‘You’re really cute, you know that?’

God damn you, Jisoo.

I don’t like feeling this way for you.

‘Wonu! Tell me now!’

‘Oh my f-‘

‘Tell me!’

‘Mingyu! You’ve been saying that for the past 10 minutes already!’ Wonwoo whines, kicking the other’s leg gently (‘That was not gently-‘ ‘Shut up, Mingyu.’) as he tries to focus on his lunch. ‘Can’t a boy eat in peace?!’

‘Not if you haven’t told me what you were going to tell me!’ Mingyu bounces in his seat like an overly excited child and ‘till this day, Wonwoo still wonders how Mingyu’s an eighteen years old male.

Letting out a small groan, Wonwoo swallows his food in a hurry as he places his lunch box onto the table-

‘Fu-‘

Wonwoo immediately regrets swallowing before chewing because crap, the lump of food is now stuck in his throat and he’s a coughing mess in front of Mingyu, Kim Mingyu.

‘Oh crap, are you okay?!’ Mingyu rushes over to Wonwoo’s side, shoving his water bottle into the other’s face as he pats the older’s back violently.

you, Mingyu.

‘Wonwoo, oh my god, please don’t die on me.’ Mingyu panicks, spilling water everywhere and if it isn’t because of the food blocking his voice, Wonwoo would’ve been yelling random profanities at the other by now.

Cough! Cough!

‘Urgh!’ Wonwoo lets out one last cough before sinking back into his seat, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead (it’s probably the water Mingyu spilled.)

‘Phewwwww!’ Mingyu exclaims, the cheeky smile now back on his face. The taller leans down to get a closer look at Wonwoo, their faces centimetres from touching.

Everything is quiet, frozen in time and Wonwoo doesn’t even know he’s holding his breathe until he feels Mingyu’s thumb, grazing along his forehead to wipe off the sweat. As if he’d just accomplished the grand prize, Mingyu smiles proudly before moving back, though still crouching down to be at face level with Wonwoo.

‘All better now~’

Wonwoo gulps, cursing Mingyu in his head because this kid had been playing with him all week and he’s definitely not happy about it.

I swear I’m gonna take my reveng-

‘So, tell me now!’

God dammit, Mingyu.

‘Gosh, you’re never gonna let it go, are you?’ Wonwoo chuckles when he sees Mingyu shakes his head. ‘Well, the two went home together last night-‘

‘They what?!’

‘Shut up!’ Wonwoo shoots up, covering Mingyu’s mouth as he pulls the other down- .

The panic that washed over Wonwoo had made him so overwhelmed, he’d pull the taller down with so much force, the two ended up on one small sofa, head knocking into each other’s with a loud Knock!

‘Ah…’ Wonwoo whimpers from the pain, pouting as he slides down to sit on the floor, too embarassed to face Mingyu.

‘Wonu, you okay?’

Wonwoo keeps his eyes on the floor, rubbing his head as he mumbles random swear words under his breathe.

Mingyu eyes the other, a smal smile on his face as he mumbles a quiet ‘cute’, sliding down to sit in front of the other. Mingyu’s heart skips a beat and Mingyu can’t help but think about how cute Wonwoo is, hiding his hands in his sweater sleeves and how adorable Wonwoo’s pout is, along with his crinkled nose and Mingyu can’t help but fall deeper in love with the other.

This must be what love feels like.

‘Hyung.’ Wonwoo stops all movement, surprised to hear Mingyu’s husky voice and even better, calling him hyung. The kid had never called him hyung, no matter how hard Wonwoo had kicked him and how much Wonwoo had complained, Mingyu had never, ever called him hyung.

What the-

Wonwoo freezes when he feels Mingyu’s hand on his head, palm widely spread to press down on head.

‘What are you doing now, Mingy-‘ Wonwoo states, unimpressed as he tries swatting the other’s arm off of his head; he’s cut short though when MIngyu suddenly inches forward, and once again, the two are back to being centimetres away from each other.

Though this time, Mingyu isn’t sitting still, Mingyu’s still moving.

What the what the what the -

Wonwoo feels his stomach flips when he glances up, making eye contact with the moving Mingyu. It only made it worse when Wonwoo tries inching back and Mingyu uses his other hand to hold the other still, the distance between them closing up and Wonwoo can feel Mingyu’s breathe on his lips.

what the -

‘M-Mingyu-‘

Chu!

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‘Now you shouldn’t feel any pain on that bump~’ Mingyu says playfully, winking before moving back (definitely not trying to hide his flushing face.)

?!?!

Wonwoo had his eyes shut, all ready for Mingyu’s kiss when all he felt was Mingyu’s lips on his forehead. He’s not disappointed, definitely not. It’s just, how old is he?!

‘What the hel-‘

‘No need to thank me, Wonwoo~’

There you go, that’s the Mingyu I know.

‘Ey…’ Wonwoo pouts, stretching his legs out to give the other a light kick. ‘To think that you’re suddenly a good kid. Call me hyung, kiddo.’

‘You’re shorter than me, so it doesn’t matter~’ Mingyu sing-songs, scrambling up to his feet to prepare for Wonwoo’s wrath.

‘What?!’ Wonwoo exclaims, staring at the other as if he’d lost his mind. ‘Excuse you, Kim Mingyu! I’m going to kill you when I get my hands on you!’

‘Good luck running with those short legs-‘

‘You -‘

But really though, what are we?

‘Minghaoooooo!’ Jun’s voice bombs the peaceful kitchen, Minghan looking up at him cluelessly as he continues mixing his cake batter. ‘Look what I got us!~’

Minghao’s eyes avert to the two small plastic bag filled with a pink liquid in Jun’s hands, mouth wide open as he drops his spatula, not caring about it sinking into the thick batter.

‘Strawberry milk!’

‘Ye-‘

Jun’s words are cut off when he’s tackled by an overly excited Minghao, snatching one of the bags out of his hand. Minghao holds the bag tightly, quickly stuffing the straw into his mouth before up the liquid.

Jun unconciously smiles at the sight, Minghao with big eyes and completely focused on drinking his milk, savouring every little drop that flows down his throat. In Jun’s eyes, Minghao looks like child who’d won the biggest price at an arcade and Jun can’t help himself from ruffling the other’s hair.

‘Thanks, hyung~’ Minghao smiles brightly, chucking his now empty bag into the bin (he literally took 30 seconds to finish it and Jun’s so confused because how?!)

‘Yea-‘

‘You’re the best~’ Jun can hear Minghao’s giggles but he’s too focused on his own heartbeat right now because Minghao had just hugged him, wrapping his slim arms around Jun’s body and Jun’s so, so frustrated because he can’t see the other’s face right now (Jun just wants to know if the other is blushing as much as he is.)

Dammit, Minghao.

Getting his composure back, Jun reaches over to place his milk bag onto the table before wrapping his arms around Minghao to return the hug-

‘Minghao, are you okay?’

‘W-What?’ It’s Minghao’s turn to become flustered now.

‘You’re…’ Jun pauses for a moment, staying silent as he hold the other close. ‘You’re not breathing evenly?!’

Minghao gulps and before he knows it, Jun had already released him from the hug; Minghao would’ve been disappointed, though he’s now faced with a serious Jun, hands gripping onto his shoulders to look straight into his eyes and Minghao feels so, so exposed right now.

‘Why aren’t you breathing?’ Jun asks, voice stern and serious.

‘I-I…’

Minghao doesn’t know what to say, he doesn’t even know why he’s acting the way he is; come on, it’s just Jun, his favourite hyung, so why is it that he’s feeling so conflicted about what he truly feels for the older?

‘Minghao?’

‘I…’

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‘You’re not breathing again-‘

‘How do you even know?!’ Minghao blurts out, pouting as he tries to hide his face by focusing on his fiddling feet.

‘God dammit, Minghao.’ Jun chuckles and Minghao looks up, surprised to see the other staring back at him with soft eyes. ‘You’re really unbelievable, you know that?’

Minghao’s about to question the other when he’s pulled into another hug, face pressing against the older’s firm chest and Minghao’s thankful that his red face isn’t shown to the other right now.

‘Why’s your heart beating so-‘ Jun stops and Minghao shuts his eyes tight, preparing himself for the embarassment soon to come.

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Wait what-

Minghao’s breathe hitches as the embarassment never came, instead, all he feels are Jun’s soothing pats on his head, calming the younger down. It’s embarassing to just stand there, but Jun through his hair had got Minghao glued to the floor; but hey, his heart rate is becoming steadier now.

‘Is this what strawberry milk does to you,’ Jun smiles as he lifts Minghao’s head up, making the younger look at him. ‘Or is it ‘cause I bought it for you?’

Wh-

’N-No!’

Well done, Xu Minghao. That totally didn’t sound suspicious, at all.

‘Tsk tsk,’ Minghao furrows his brows when he hears the older chuckles, ‘Really? Should I stop buying it then-‘

‘No!’

Not again?!

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‘Minghaooooooo!’ Jun exclaims, shocking the younger as his cheeks are violently squished, his eyes wide open to stare back at an amused Jun. ‘Are you blushing?!’

Well, I’m so doomed now.

‘Oh my god!’ Jun dances a little, still squishing the other’s cheeks as he ignores Minghao’s whines. ‘You’re. So. Freaking. Adorable!’ Jun pauses at every word, leaning just a little closer towards Minghao as he says it.

‘Hyung! P-Personal spaceeeeeee-‘

‘Who taught you that word?! Was it Seungkwan?!’ Jun pouts, ‘Don’t listen to him and forget about that word, now.’

‘Whyyyyyyyyyyyy-‘

‘Because there’s no personal space between us. Never had any and we’ll never have one~’

What-

‘You’re really, really adorable right now, you know that?’ Minghao avoids Jun’s eyes, trying to keep himself calm; everything is fine as it is, Minghao successfully looking away until he feels something cold pressed again his cheek.

The feeling isn’t warm like Jun’s hands anymore and so Minghao looks back in curiousity, only regretting it after a second when he realizes that Jun’s still staring at him, though this time with the milk bag pressed against the side of Minghao’s face.

Flicking the younger’s forehead gently, Jun’s flashes a smile before ruffling the other’s hair.

‘Here, you can have it too, kiddo~’

‘I’m only two years younger than you, hyung…’ Minghao mumbles, accepting the milk bag and on it right away with a shy smile.

’So? You’re still younger than me, Minghao~’ Jun chuckles before giving the other a last forehead flick, moving towards the other’s workplace to fish out the long forgotten drowning spatula.

Man, why are you making feel this way, hyung?

‘Seungkwan, Vernon! Go get the groceries!’

‘What, no!’ ‘Okay-‘

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‘Vernon, I am not going anywhere with you.’ Seungkwan glares at his co-worker, focusing on washing the dishes.

‘H-Hey! It’s not like I would want to go anywhere with you either!’ Vernon argues back, a little flustered from what he’d said before.

‘Sur-‘

‘Guys, seriously!’ Jun rolls his eyes at the two kids, sighing as he turns the water off. ‘C’mon, get out of here and get more ingredients before Junghan kills you both for being the reason we can’t sell cakes tomorrow!’

…

‘God dammit.’ The two mumbles in unision, scattering off to hang their apron neatly onto the rack by the corner of the kitchen.

‘Urgh… I really don’t want to go with you.’ Vernon mumbles under his breathe, though silently hoping that the other would say the opposite.

‘F-‘

‘I can go with yo-‘

‘It’s fine, Chan, okay, bye~’ Vernon says quickly, running out of the restaurant as fast as possible, pulling Seungkwan along by his hand (only now does Vernon realizes how soft Seungkwan’s hand is.)

‘Don’t forget the butter!’

‘What the hell, Vernon?! I’d rather go with Ch-‘ Seungkwan complains when they enters the supermarket, annoyed and tired.

‘Shut up and let’s get this over with~’ Vernon says, face weirdly beaming with excitement as he pulls a trolley out of its line, pushing it along the rows of groceries.

Oh, and he’s still holding onto Seungkwan’s hand.

Still.

What the hell, Choi Vernon?!

Seungkwan raises his eyebrows, confused and slightly embarassed; Seungkwan could just pull his hand away from Vernon now if he wanted to, he really can just do whatever. But Seungkwan remains still, letting Vernon lead him around (he’s just tired, no other special reasons.)

‘Seungkwan? Helloooo?’ Seungkwan blinks, snapping out of his trance when he sees Vernon waving his arm in front of Seungkwan’s face.

‘What do you want-‘

‘Orange juice or apple juice?’

‘When did we ever need juice for a cake-‘

‘Shut up and choose.’

Seungkwan frowns, glaring at the other as he sigh, making his decision.

‘Fine, orange. Now will you just get all the ingredients quickly?’ Seungkwan complains, tugging at the other’s hand subtlely.

Vernon can’t help but crack a smile when he feels the tugging, pleasantly surprised that Seungkwan is okay with them holding hands.

After a long, long 30 minutes, the two had finally finished grocery shopping, bickering all through the journey because ‘Salted butter is more convenient, no salt needed!’ and ‘Are you kidding me, what if it’s too salty?!’ 

Though there’s one thing that’s weird about their journey tonight.

Their hands were tightly held together, the hold never loosening throughout the whole night. Like newlyweds, the two make their ways towards the cashier, still bickering about the butter.

‘Why are we always fighting over butter?!’ Vernon questions, confused and curious.

‘Because you’re dumb! Who would bake with salted butte-‘

‘I would!’

‘And that’s why you’re dumb~’ Seungkwan says, cracking into a small fit of laughter as he sees the look on Vernon face.

Vernon fakes a hurt expression, mouth opened and eyes shocked; Vernon can’t help but laugh along with Seungkwan, the other’s smile being contagious to him.

Pushing the groceries along so the cashier can scan it, the two continues their bickering even after they’d left the store, now argueing about juices.

‘But hey,’ Seungkwan asks in the middle of the arguement. ‘Why did you ask me about the juices before anyways?’

‘O-Oh, that.’ Vernon bites onto his bottom lip, brain working at full speed to think of a way to get out of this conversation. ‘Just because…’

‘Because wha-‘

‘Hey, you know we should totally make red velvet cakes here?’ Vernon cuts in, hoping that Seungkwan would just let the topic go.

…

‘We do make red velvet cakes here, Vernon…’

Well, crap.

‘Dude? Vernon?’ Seungkwan raises his eyebrows, poking the other’s cheek when he didn’t hear a respond from the other. ‘Seriously though, why?’

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‘Vernonnnnnnnn!’ Vernon’s turns his head aprubtly to his side, facing a pouting Seungkwan, cheeks puffed up and Vernon almost trip over his own foot from the unfamiliar scene.

Who is this-

‘C’mon! Tell meeeeee!’ Seungkwan whines, voice filled with aegyo and even though Vernon’s cringing, he can’t help but melt because of the other (it’s probably the summer heat.)

‘God dammit, Seungkwan. No.’ Vernon mumbles, trying to look away without bursting out into laughter at how ridiculous Seungkwan looks right now.

Vernon’s suddely pulled back, stopping in his track by Seungkwan. Turning back to face the other, Vernon is about to pull the other forward when his mind goes blank, seeing Seungkwan with big, glassy puppy eyes staring back at him.

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‘Come onnnnnn~’ Seungkwan swings their arm (hands still held together), blinking his eyes innocently at Vernon.

‘Urgh, can you not.’ Vernon sighs, shaking his head as he rubs his temples, hiding a small smile as he pulls the other forward with him.

The sudden force surprises Seungkwan, sending the male stumbling forward a few steps and almost falling face first onto the cement floor if it isn’t for Vernon’s strong grip on the other’s arm. Straightening his back and regaining his composure, Seungkwan returns to his previous, aegyo-filled self.

‘Vernonie-‘

‘Ok, ok, can you not say that.’

‘Then tell me!’ Seungkwan grins, satisfied that his plan had worked.

‘God dammit, you’re ruining the surprise, man!’ Seungkwan raises his eyebrows because what surprise?!

Vernon stops them in their track, retracting his hand from Seungkwan to check through the grocery bag he’s holding (Seungkwan can’t lie, it did feel empty without Vernon’s hand holding onto his.) Pulling out the small orange juice box, Vernon takes in a deep breathe before shoving it at Seungkwan quickly, surprising the other.

‘I-It’s for you.’ Vernon says quickly, face red as he hides it by looking away. Turning slightly over to look at Seungkwan, Vernon feels even more embarassed when he sees Seungkwan staring at the juice box in his hands, a small smile on his face. 

As Seungkwan is still off guard, more focused onto the box and Vernon’s words than anything else, Vernon grins cheekily when he’d come up with a great idea.

Risking my life for you sure is fun, Boo Seungkwan~

Flick!

‘The last to get back to the cafe has to clean the dishes for a month!’

And with that, Vernon’s gone, sprinting in the direction of the cafe with an annoyed Seungkwan, running after him as he screams out protests against the other’s unfair rule. Though throughout the profanities and angry yelling, one can sure hear the two boys’ laughter as they race ahead.

Man, you’re better than what I had expected.