(Xiuchen) Stubble and coffee
Title: Stubble and Coffee
Rating: pg i guess idk
Word count: 761
Summary: minseok doesn't like jongdae's stubble and jongdae doesn't like starbucks
“You should shave,” Minseok says matter-of-factly as he looks across the table at Jongdae.
“What,” Jongdae responds, but it’s not even a question because they both know he’d heard the statement.
This is always how Jongdae responds to everything Minseok asks, and, not willing to put up with it today, Minseok repeats, “You should shave,” with perfect clarity and annunciation. Jongdae looks offended.
“There was no need to repeat yourself,” he says, giving Minseok a look as he uses his index finger to push his thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. “ I heard you the first time.” Minseok rolls his eyes, exhaling loudly through his nose. “And I don’t see why I should.”
“You don’t see why you should,” Minseok nods, smiling sardonically. “If you would be so kind as to recall last night at approximately 7:38 PM when I tried to kiss you-” Jongdae clicks his tongue against his teeth, interrupting the elder, who glares at him. “-And if you’d also be so kind as to look at my chin, you will be able to see that I have scratches. Scratches. Plus it’s not attractive. Come on, facial hair is never in.”
“And that’s why I like having it,” Jongdae sighs, shaking his head and giving Minseok a look that says something like “oh sweet summer child, if only you knew.” It makes Minseok even more determined to make him shave.
“But it’s not even a real beard, I mean, seriously,” the elder says, leaning on the table.
There’re inside Koffee King, a coffee shop not far from their apartment. It’s Jongdae’s favorite, which Minseok is pretty sure the only reason for this is because Jongdae hate that Starbucks is so popular. Not to mention Minseok hates seeing coffee spelled with a K. It’s ugly.
And even if he won’t admit it to Jongdae, he likes Starbucks' coffee better.
“Of course it’s not a real beard, that’s why it’s called stubble,” Jongdae says, sighing again. “You really don’t know anything, do you.”
Minseok pouts. “I know that kissing men with scratchy facial hair is painful,” he mutters. Jongdae cocks an eyebrow. “And I also know that wearing skinny jeans that are two sizes two small is rather embarrassing.” The younger male flushes slightly, glancing down at his jeans.
“They aren’t two sizes too small,” he says haughtily. “They’re supposed to be short.” Minseok purses his lips.
“And that jacket looks like it belongs on a grandma.”
“Alright, thank you very much, Fashion Magazine, for criticizing my style once again.”
With a sigh, Minseok reaches for the coffee he’d purchased when they’d first arrived about half an hour ago. The contents have cooled considerably, and at this point, it has probably become too bitter to drink. He sighs again.
“I wish you would wear the jacket I bought you.” Jongdae looks confused. “For your birthday,” Minseok clarifies, giving him a hard stare. Jongdae shrugs.
“It was name brand,” he says simply, returning his gaze to the “eco-edition” laptop, apparently made from 23% recycled CDs, in front of him. “Buy me one for Christmas from a thrift store and I might wear it.”
Minseok grumbles under his breath about how much the jacket costed and how much extra work he’d had to do get enough to pay for it.
He falls silent as he watches Jongdae type at the laptop, fingers moving nimbly over the keys. The sound of the clacking gives him a headache, but he likes Jongdae’s fingers. One, because they look nice, and two, because they’re good at... well, things.
Of course, there’s a reason for that because apparently porn isn’t too mainstream.
One more glance at the cool coffee beside him and Minseok is abruptly standing, causing Jongdae to look up at him in alarm. “What are you doing?”
“Going to Starbucks,” Minseok says with finality. “I want some real coffee.” Jongdae’s eyes widen indignantly.
“No, you’re not allowed to go to Starbucks,” he says, eyes growing wider as Minseok experimentally takes a step away from their table. “Please, please don’t go to Starbucks.” Another step. “Please!” he says exasperatedly, clutching at his laptop. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please. Don’t. Go. To. Starbucks.!”
Ah, the immensity of Jongdae’s hatred for mainstream coffee, Minseok thinks happily as he sits back down.
“So shave your stubble,” he says cheerfully, watching Jongdae’s features contort into a grimace. He’d set himself up for that one.
After a few moments of inwardly weeping for the future loss of his facial hair, Jongdae finally nods ruefully. “Fine. I’ll shave.”
Rating: pg i guess idk
Word count: 761
Summary: minseok doesn't like jongdae's stubble and jongdae doesn't like starbucks
“You should shave,” Minseok says matter-of-factly as he looks across the table at Jongdae.
“What,” Jongdae responds, but it’s not even a question because they both know he’d heard the statement.
This is always how Jongdae responds to everything Minseok asks, and, not willing to put up with it today, Minseok repeats, “You should shave,” with perfect clarity and annunciation. Jongdae looks offended.
“There was no need to repeat yourself,” he says, giving Minseok a look as he uses his index finger to push his thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. “ I heard you the first time.” Minseok rolls his eyes, exhaling loudly through his nose. “And I don’t see why I should.”
“You don’t see why you should,” Minseok nods, smiling sardonically. “If you would be so kind as to recall last night at approximately 7:38 PM when I tried to kiss you-” Jongdae clicks his tongue against his teeth, interrupting the elder, who glares at him. “-And if you’d also be so kind as to look at my chin, you will be able to see that I have scratches. Scratches. Plus it’s not attractive. Come on, facial hair is never in.”
“And that’s why I like having it,” Jongdae sighs, shaking his head and giving Minseok a look that says something like “oh sweet summer child, if only you knew.” It makes Minseok even more determined to make him shave.
“But it’s not even a real beard, I mean, seriously,” the elder says, leaning on the table.
There’re inside Koffee King, a coffee shop not far from their apartment. It’s Jongdae’s favorite, which Minseok is pretty sure the only reason for this is because Jongdae hate that Starbucks is so popular. Not to mention Minseok hates seeing coffee spelled with a K. It’s ugly.
And even if he won’t admit it to Jongdae, he likes Starbucks' coffee better.
“Of course it’s not a real beard, that’s why it’s called stubble,” Jongdae says, sighing again. “You really don’t know anything, do you.”
Minseok pouts. “I know that kissing men with scratchy facial hair is painful,” he mutters. Jongdae cocks an eyebrow. “And I also know that wearing skinny jeans that are two sizes two small is rather embarrassing.” The younger male flushes slightly, glancing down at his jeans.
“They aren’t two sizes too small,” he says haughtily. “They’re supposed to be short.” Minseok purses his lips.
“And that jacket looks like it belongs on a grandma.”
“Alright, thank you very much, Fashion Magazine, for criticizing my style once again.”
With a sigh, Minseok reaches for the coffee he’d purchased when they’d first arrived about half an hour ago. The contents have cooled considerably, and at this point, it has probably become too bitter to drink. He sighs again.
“I wish you would wear the jacket I bought you.” Jongdae looks confused. “For your birthday,” Minseok clarifies, giving him a hard stare. Jongdae shrugs.
“It was name brand,” he says simply, returning his gaze to the “eco-edition” laptop, apparently made from 23% recycled CDs, in front of him. “Buy me one for Christmas from a thrift store and I might wear it.”
Minseok grumbles under his breath about how much the jacket costed and how much extra work he’d had to do get enough to pay for it.
He falls silent as he watches Jongdae type at the laptop, fingers moving nimbly over the keys. The sound of the clacking gives him a headache, but he likes Jongdae’s fingers. One, because they look nice, and two, because they’re good at... well, things.
Of course, there’s a reason for that because apparently porn isn’t too mainstream.
One more glance at the cool coffee beside him and Minseok is abruptly standing, causing Jongdae to look up at him in alarm. “What are you doing?”
“Going to Starbucks,” Minseok says with finality. “I want some real coffee.” Jongdae’s eyes widen indignantly.
“No, you’re not allowed to go to Starbucks,” he says, eyes growing wider as Minseok experimentally takes a step away from their table. “Please, please don’t go to Starbucks.” Another step. “Please!” he says exasperatedly, clutching at his laptop. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please. Don’t. Go. To. Starbucks.!”
Ah, the immensity of Jongdae’s hatred for mainstream coffee, Minseok thinks happily as he sits back down.
“So shave your stubble,” he says cheerfully, watching Jongdae’s features contort into a grimace. He’d set himself up for that one.
After a few moments of inwardly weeping for the future loss of his facial hair, Jongdae finally nods ruefully. “Fine. I’ll shave.”