Good Enough for maudlinsky
Title: Good Enough
For: maudlinsky
Pairing: Zico/B-Bomb
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight profanity
Word count: 1726
Summary: It might not be much, but it’s good enough for them.
Notes: I’m so sorry if this is super cheesy!
Good Enough
They've been living in their shared apartment for just over a year now, Minhyuk being the one to suggest they move in together because it made no sense for them to keep paying rent for two separate places. This especially made sense, seeing as they spend most of the time either doing things for their college courses (getting Jiho out of the recording studio for his mixing classes is harder than getting out the dye they used to dye Jihoon’s hair neon pink that one time), or together on dates. They both insist that their apartment together is better than their old ones could have ever hoped to be, even with the annual mouse infestation due to Kyung hiding dirty dishes under their floorboards, and the fact that they’ve yet to actually buy a proper bed to replace the exhausted mattress they use.
Neither of them care that the apartment is actually way too small for the pair of them, something that Taeil tactfully pointed out when he saw them squashed onto their tiny two seater sofa together. It’s not their fault that Jiho’s ridiculously tall for his age - besides, they often end up lying on the floor together, figures intertwined as they watch whatever overrated action movie they found on Netflix for the night. They don’t really have much, as poor college students they can barely afford to feed themselves on Minhyuk’s wages from his part time job at E-mart and the occasional birthday/Christmas money savings. They also live in a neighbourhood that’s, for lack of a better word, pretty shitty compared to the glistening suburbs that Jaehyo managed to worm his way into, or Jihoon’s modern penthouse apartment. It’s that bad that Minhyuk doesn’t like coming home past midnight, the drunks are usually out by then and the air feels generally dirty, though the fumes from the nearby train station don’t help fix that.
But, to Minhyuk, that just makes going home and climbing in bed with Jiho (when he’s there) even more satisfying after a long day. Nothing can replace the feeling of relief he gets when he slides under the blankets and pulls Jiho’s arms around him, fitting himself perfectly into the space left for him. Sure, their lives aren’t as glamourous as their friends’ are, like Taeil working on his Marine Biology degree in Australia, or Jaehyo following fashion show after fashion show in all of the biggest cities in the world. But, unlike their friends, they have something more than glitz and glamour - they have each other. So, in the end, while it might not be much, it’s good enough for them.
Minhyuk is normally the first one to wake, struggling to escape the cocoon of blankets and Jiho’s limbs that he inevitably ends up tangled in. He lies there, having set his alarm for ten minutes earlier than he needs to get ready, taking in the peaceful atmosphere and the soft sounds of Jiho’s snoring next to him. His legs ache from yesterday’s dance practise, and the promise of more work later that day makes him groan, but at the end of the day it’s worth it when he sees his scores on his dance modules steadily rising as the semester drags on. He smiles softly as he lets his fingers card through Jiho’s hair, the soft blond strands plastered to his forehead. Minhyuk always finds himself worrying about the amount of time his boyfriend devotes to his college work, as he never seems to know when enough is enough. Moving carefully, as not to wake him, he gently traces the prominent shadows underneath Jiho’s eyes, the deep purple dark enough to resemble bruises. He’s thankful Christmas break is coming up, as Jiho’s always a lot easier to drag out of the studio and back into civilisation when he doesn’t have any dire deadlines pressing in on him from all directions.
Jiho sighs in his sleep, rolling over and grasping his pillow when Minhyuk untangles himself so he can start getting ready. Minhyuk leans down and kisses his forehead, before heading to the bathroom to shower. His first dance class starts at 08:00am sharp, leaving him just under an hour to shower, eat then get the train to the studio. As always, the shower is temperamental, running hot and cold several times within the space of ten minutes, and then the toaster isn’t much better. From the sheer amount of it that he ends up eating, anyone would think that burnt toast is his favourite food - Kyung certainly likes to joke about it being so. He checks the time as he eats - his train leaves in about 15 minutes and Yukwon would kill him if he was late again this week. There’s no room in the sink for his plate, the pair of them both hate washing the dishes and instead leave them to rot until someone, usually Jiho’s mother, ends up sorting it out for them. If he squints enough, Minhyuk is sure he can still see the remains of the jjajangmyeon they had nearly two months ago. Grimacing, he leaves the latest plate next to the microwave, resolving to buy paper plates from work later that night because they’re running low on clean china ones.
He leaves a black coffee on the counter for Jiho, hoping the blond will see it when he eventually wakes up. Usually, if possible, whoever wakes up first makes lunch for the other, but Minhyuk doesn’t have time today so the coffee will have to suffice. His backpack and dance kit are both by the door, next to the large collection of photobooth stickers they’ve obtained in their two years together. He smiles affectionately at them as he pulls his shoes on, smoothing out the wrinkles of one of the particularly old ones back from their first date. Jiho gives a suddenly loud snore from their bedroom, causing Minhyuk to snigger under his breath as he ties his laces. He grabs both his bags, pausing to whisper a goodbye and an “I love you” to his sleeping boyfriend, before leaving for his morning jog to the train station.
***
As usual, by the end of the day Minhyuk is absolutely exhausted. Since being promoted to main dancer alongside Yukwon, his workload has pretty much tripled in this semester alone, particularly when compared with the amount of work he did in the first and second years of his course. His shift at the grocery store was also draining, full of tedious customers and incidents involving small children, easily breakable goods and angry mothers. He nearly falls asleep standing up on the train back to the apartment, only getting off at the right stop when the train suddenly jerking to a stop sent him sprawling onto the floor. The temptation to run all the way home is high but he decides against it for his own benefit, only changing the pace of his slow trudge when he crosses the road to avoid a group of aggressive looking guys his age. Normally this wouldn’t phase him, but he’s not with Jiho, whose size and way of carrying himself make him look much more intimidating than what he actually is. All Minhyuk can do is pray that the takeout place delivers fast tonight, and that something good’s on Netflix for background noise.
What he doesn’t expect is to find Jiho sat on the sitting room floor, laptop perched on his lap in front of him as he types rapidly. Minhyuk blinks in surprise at the sight, as normally Jiho doesn’t come home this early two days in a row, he’s more likely to camp out at the studio until the early hours of the morning. But, Minhyuk thinks with a smile as he lets his bags fall to the floor, having him here with him is a bonus after his long and tiring day.
Jiho glances up at the noise, smiling at his boyfriend as he pads into the room.
“You alright?” He asks, one of his arms automatically slinking around Minhyuk’s waist as he sits next to him.
“Mm, just a long day,” Minhyuk nods, resting his head on Jiho’s shoulder, “You order dinner yet?”
“Yeah, it’ll be here soon.” Jiho replies, playing with the dark locks of his boyfriend’s hair that curl slightly at the base of his neck. “Terminator 2’s on Netflix if you want to watch it tonight, but Jaehyo likes it so it’s probably shit.”
“Sure, we don’t have to watch it if it is shit.” Minhyuk smiles, yawning and resisting the urge to fall asleep right there.
He doesn’t complain when Jiho offers to be the one to get the takeout from the delivery guy, but he does curse loudly when he realises he forgot to get the paper plates from work. Jiho laughs at him when he hears the story, ruffling his hair and affectionately telling him what an idiot he can be. They end up eating straight out of the takeout cartons, Jiho’s laptop propped up on old pizza boxes in front of them so they can watch the movie. Minhyuk’s pretty sure he falls asleep at some point, because he seems to blink halfway through the movie then suddenly it’s over and it’s 1am. Jiho puts his laptop on the rarely used kitchen table and the leftover takeout food in the fridge, next to a week old bottle of milk and some cheese that smells like Minhyuk’s dancing kit when he forgets to wash it for too long. Jiho practically carries him to bed, only stopping to let them both change into their sleepwear before they almost simultaneously collapse onto the mattress.
Minhyuk worms his way under the covers and into his usual position in Jiho’s arms, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and burying his face against his neck. He always treasures the times that they’re able to fall asleep together, as they’ve become increasingly fewer as they spend more time at college or work. Jiho smiles and kisses the top of Minhyuk’s head, murmuring a sleepy ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes. Minhyuk turns his head to rest it on Jiho’s shoulder instead, yawning softly.
“I love you too.” He replies, pulling the blankets up over them both. Exhausted, Minhyuk falls asleep almost instantly, thinking fondly of how good his life actually is.
For: maudlinsky
Pairing: Zico/B-Bomb
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight profanity
Word count: 1726
Summary: It might not be much, but it’s good enough for them.
Notes: I’m so sorry if this is super cheesy!
Good Enough
They've been living in their shared apartment for just over a year now, Minhyuk being the one to suggest they move in together because it made no sense for them to keep paying rent for two separate places. This especially made sense, seeing as they spend most of the time either doing things for their college courses (getting Jiho out of the recording studio for his mixing classes is harder than getting out the dye they used to dye Jihoon’s hair neon pink that one time), or together on dates. They both insist that their apartment together is better than their old ones could have ever hoped to be, even with the annual mouse infestation due to Kyung hiding dirty dishes under their floorboards, and the fact that they’ve yet to actually buy a proper bed to replace the exhausted mattress they use.
Neither of them care that the apartment is actually way too small for the pair of them, something that Taeil tactfully pointed out when he saw them squashed onto their tiny two seater sofa together. It’s not their fault that Jiho’s ridiculously tall for his age - besides, they often end up lying on the floor together, figures intertwined as they watch whatever overrated action movie they found on Netflix for the night. They don’t really have much, as poor college students they can barely afford to feed themselves on Minhyuk’s wages from his part time job at E-mart and the occasional birthday/Christmas money savings. They also live in a neighbourhood that’s, for lack of a better word, pretty shitty compared to the glistening suburbs that Jaehyo managed to worm his way into, or Jihoon’s modern penthouse apartment. It’s that bad that Minhyuk doesn’t like coming home past midnight, the drunks are usually out by then and the air feels generally dirty, though the fumes from the nearby train station don’t help fix that.
But, to Minhyuk, that just makes going home and climbing in bed with Jiho (when he’s there) even more satisfying after a long day. Nothing can replace the feeling of relief he gets when he slides under the blankets and pulls Jiho’s arms around him, fitting himself perfectly into the space left for him. Sure, their lives aren’t as glamourous as their friends’ are, like Taeil working on his Marine Biology degree in Australia, or Jaehyo following fashion show after fashion show in all of the biggest cities in the world. But, unlike their friends, they have something more than glitz and glamour - they have each other. So, in the end, while it might not be much, it’s good enough for them.
Minhyuk is normally the first one to wake, struggling to escape the cocoon of blankets and Jiho’s limbs that he inevitably ends up tangled in. He lies there, having set his alarm for ten minutes earlier than he needs to get ready, taking in the peaceful atmosphere and the soft sounds of Jiho’s snoring next to him. His legs ache from yesterday’s dance practise, and the promise of more work later that day makes him groan, but at the end of the day it’s worth it when he sees his scores on his dance modules steadily rising as the semester drags on. He smiles softly as he lets his fingers card through Jiho’s hair, the soft blond strands plastered to his forehead. Minhyuk always finds himself worrying about the amount of time his boyfriend devotes to his college work, as he never seems to know when enough is enough. Moving carefully, as not to wake him, he gently traces the prominent shadows underneath Jiho’s eyes, the deep purple dark enough to resemble bruises. He’s thankful Christmas break is coming up, as Jiho’s always a lot easier to drag out of the studio and back into civilisation when he doesn’t have any dire deadlines pressing in on him from all directions.
Jiho sighs in his sleep, rolling over and grasping his pillow when Minhyuk untangles himself so he can start getting ready. Minhyuk leans down and kisses his forehead, before heading to the bathroom to shower. His first dance class starts at 08:00am sharp, leaving him just under an hour to shower, eat then get the train to the studio. As always, the shower is temperamental, running hot and cold several times within the space of ten minutes, and then the toaster isn’t much better. From the sheer amount of it that he ends up eating, anyone would think that burnt toast is his favourite food - Kyung certainly likes to joke about it being so. He checks the time as he eats - his train leaves in about 15 minutes and Yukwon would kill him if he was late again this week. There’s no room in the sink for his plate, the pair of them both hate washing the dishes and instead leave them to rot until someone, usually Jiho’s mother, ends up sorting it out for them. If he squints enough, Minhyuk is sure he can still see the remains of the jjajangmyeon they had nearly two months ago. Grimacing, he leaves the latest plate next to the microwave, resolving to buy paper plates from work later that night because they’re running low on clean china ones.
He leaves a black coffee on the counter for Jiho, hoping the blond will see it when he eventually wakes up. Usually, if possible, whoever wakes up first makes lunch for the other, but Minhyuk doesn’t have time today so the coffee will have to suffice. His backpack and dance kit are both by the door, next to the large collection of photobooth stickers they’ve obtained in their two years together. He smiles affectionately at them as he pulls his shoes on, smoothing out the wrinkles of one of the particularly old ones back from their first date. Jiho gives a suddenly loud snore from their bedroom, causing Minhyuk to snigger under his breath as he ties his laces. He grabs both his bags, pausing to whisper a goodbye and an “I love you” to his sleeping boyfriend, before leaving for his morning jog to the train station.
***
As usual, by the end of the day Minhyuk is absolutely exhausted. Since being promoted to main dancer alongside Yukwon, his workload has pretty much tripled in this semester alone, particularly when compared with the amount of work he did in the first and second years of his course. His shift at the grocery store was also draining, full of tedious customers and incidents involving small children, easily breakable goods and angry mothers. He nearly falls asleep standing up on the train back to the apartment, only getting off at the right stop when the train suddenly jerking to a stop sent him sprawling onto the floor. The temptation to run all the way home is high but he decides against it for his own benefit, only changing the pace of his slow trudge when he crosses the road to avoid a group of aggressive looking guys his age. Normally this wouldn’t phase him, but he’s not with Jiho, whose size and way of carrying himself make him look much more intimidating than what he actually is. All Minhyuk can do is pray that the takeout place delivers fast tonight, and that something good’s on Netflix for background noise.
What he doesn’t expect is to find Jiho sat on the sitting room floor, laptop perched on his lap in front of him as he types rapidly. Minhyuk blinks in surprise at the sight, as normally Jiho doesn’t come home this early two days in a row, he’s more likely to camp out at the studio until the early hours of the morning. But, Minhyuk thinks with a smile as he lets his bags fall to the floor, having him here with him is a bonus after his long and tiring day.
Jiho glances up at the noise, smiling at his boyfriend as he pads into the room.
“You alright?” He asks, one of his arms automatically slinking around Minhyuk’s waist as he sits next to him.
“Mm, just a long day,” Minhyuk nods, resting his head on Jiho’s shoulder, “You order dinner yet?”
“Yeah, it’ll be here soon.” Jiho replies, playing with the dark locks of his boyfriend’s hair that curl slightly at the base of his neck. “Terminator 2’s on Netflix if you want to watch it tonight, but Jaehyo likes it so it’s probably shit.”
“Sure, we don’t have to watch it if it is shit.” Minhyuk smiles, yawning and resisting the urge to fall asleep right there.
He doesn’t complain when Jiho offers to be the one to get the takeout from the delivery guy, but he does curse loudly when he realises he forgot to get the paper plates from work. Jiho laughs at him when he hears the story, ruffling his hair and affectionately telling him what an idiot he can be. They end up eating straight out of the takeout cartons, Jiho’s laptop propped up on old pizza boxes in front of them so they can watch the movie. Minhyuk’s pretty sure he falls asleep at some point, because he seems to blink halfway through the movie then suddenly it’s over and it’s 1am. Jiho puts his laptop on the rarely used kitchen table and the leftover takeout food in the fridge, next to a week old bottle of milk and some cheese that smells like Minhyuk’s dancing kit when he forgets to wash it for too long. Jiho practically carries him to bed, only stopping to let them both change into their sleepwear before they almost simultaneously collapse onto the mattress.
Minhyuk worms his way under the covers and into his usual position in Jiho’s arms, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and burying his face against his neck. He always treasures the times that they’re able to fall asleep together, as they’ve become increasingly fewer as they spend more time at college or work. Jiho smiles and kisses the top of Minhyuk’s head, murmuring a sleepy ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes. Minhyuk turns his head to rest it on Jiho’s shoulder instead, yawning softly.
“I love you too.” He replies, pulling the blankets up over them both. Exhausted, Minhyuk falls asleep almost instantly, thinking fondly of how good his life actually is.