FOR MAGICALALIEN
Title: A Moment For Our Sanity
For: magicalalien
Pairing: Minhyuk/Yukwon
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: Yukwon is a little mishap in Minhyuk’s life and he’s sure that he’ll get over a silly little crush, once Yukwon allows. Jaehyo is a terrible wingman and Block B are all menaces to Minhyuk.
Once upon a time, there was a young boy with badly chopped bangs and eyes that crinkled up as soon as he smiled. Then there was an awkward teenager who tripped over his own shoelaces and then there was U-Kwon, with a heart and a wide smile a few sizes too big for him. And a body that was slightly distracting, but Minhyuk tried not to focus on that when he was surrounded by bandmates and managers and stylists because he shouldn’t be thinking like that. Or at least, he shouldn’t be thinking about it in any way that was more than a casual ‘oh, Yukwon has a nice body’ sort of way.
It’s not his fault. Personally, he blames the stylists, because there’s nothing wrong with the group not showing as much skin as other groups. They can be sexy without stripping, he’s sure of it. They don’t need Yukwon dressed in vest shirts and lowcut tops to be sexy, they don’t need it.
Besides, he’s not a pubescent, hormonal, teenager girl. He doesn’t like Yukwon in any way beyond platonic, he doesn’t. He doesn’t care.
Honestly.
It’s never been a problem before. There were girls before. He liked girls. He’d settle down with a sweet one with pale smooth skin, curly hair, gentle ways and a soft ‘oppa’, get married, have kids. Until that far away point, he had short-term girlfriends, a relationship every few months, a sweet girl, a halfway amicable parting with girls that were confident and quiet and caring and brash and beautiful and everything in between. Yukwon’s simply an anomaly, a little thing that his mind cooked up. He’d get over it, because that’s how love and silly little crushes went. You found someone, the path splits into two. You maybe confessed, a whirlwind while and it dies. Maybe you didn’t and the path is cut short. So it goes.
Yukwon’s a little thing that he’ll get over. In a few months, he’d be able to look at him full in the face when they come rushing in from a performance, smiles and laughs and sparkling eyes, and not feel the need to kiss him hard, full on the lips, and hug him. It was just a stupid thing, but it was wrong, so so wrong, like when Yukwon offers him a bag of chips, spread eagled on the couch, jogging pants hugging his waist, t-shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin, the jut of a hipbone, and all Minhyuk can think about is how soft his skin must feel. Yukwon smiles up at him and Minhyuk feels horrible.
Jaehyo smiles at him when they bump into each other in the corridor leading off towards the dorms. He looks mesed, hair spiked at odd ends, eyes wild, a tiny, serrated edge to his smile. he stops and claps his hand on Minhyuk’s shoulder hard.
“Just so you know. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at Yukwon. Get in there, son,” and, before Minhyuk can punch him in retaliation or ask him what stupidity he’s spurting, he moves on.
-
So, there’s this problem with opting in for dance stages. Of course, it’ll get the name of the band out, of course, he gets to dance and what’s not to love? Of course, he can share a stage with all the big names and feel like he actually owns it. Of course.
It’s just that their dance instructor trusts Minhyuk enough to keep them both under check while he’s out doing something or other. Yukwon’s distracting, the way he pauses once the instructor leaves then turns to grin at Minhyuk in a way that he’s not entirely too sure he likes. Yukwon grinning madly is usually a bad thing and he knows this is true, because of the time Jihoon woke up with itching powder sprinkled down his underwear. And there was the time that Jiho found part of his dreads had been cut off and placed on Taeil’s pillow and that scream had been loud enough to wake up Jaehyo.
“Minhyuk, have you ever tried ballroom dancing?” Yukwon says, and the smile is still there.
“No. Why?”
“Because you should.” Yukwon’s crossed the room and his arms are suddenly on Minhyuk’s shoulders. “It’s really relaxing. You can try leading, since you’d probably be more comfortable with it. I mean, it is your first time and all.”
Yukwon was leering and Minhyuk definitely wasn’t thinking straight because Yukwon had a nice cologne, even over the musk of body after dancing. Was it cologne? He was definitely leering though.
Minhyuk’s hands hover slightly over Yukwon’s hips and then rests lightly on them when he meets Yukwon’s eyes. Yukwon smiles brightly at him, and tightens his grip on Minhyuk’s shoulders. “Go,” he whispers and Minhyuk is a fool because he does take a step back and Yukwon follows him, hands sure and calm on his shoulders, whilst Minhyuk’s are almost shaking, on the curve of his pelvis over his thin shirt, palms warming up and tingling. Minhyuk takes another few steps and throws in a spin, eyes fixed on Yukwon’s shoulder and Yukwon always a step behind him.
This is how the instructor finds them when he marches in.
“What,” he begins and stops. Yukwon turns, keeping one hand on Minhyuk’s shoulders and Minhyuk feels his face burning up.
“We were thinking that we could incorporate it into the choreo,” Yukwon says with an easy smile. “But only if we had female back up dancers with us? please?”
“No can do,” the choreographer says, and Minhyuk breathes a small sigh of relief. Yukwon’s hand squeezes his shoulder once before he bounds over to the stereo.
Minhyuk’s palms feel odd.
-
“You know, your collarbone never comes out,” Yukwon says, leaning forward until his breath falls perfectly into the barely perceptible dip and Minhyuk has to remember how to breathe. Yukwon walked out of the bathroom, spotted Minhyuk halfway out of his bedroom door and made a beeline straight for him. Minhyuk’s still not full awake yet but this was strange.
“Really?” he croaks; there’s nothing else he can think of saying because Yukwon is mere inches away from him, closer than normal, smelling faintly of mint toothpaste and far too close for him to think rationally. He clears his throat and tries again. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” Yukwon says, squinting at it. “You know, I really like you.”
“Oh,” Minhyuk says. Yukwon rocks back on the balls of his feet and gives him a look. it’s not a bad look, as looks go, but it’s not a very good one either. it’s just a look, thoughtful and calculating. There’s a moment of silence while Yukwon purses his lips, then smiles.
“Yep,” he leans in and kisses him flat on the lips and prances off, leaving Minhyuk to wonder what the hell just happened.
-
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Or Zico naked,” Jaehyo grins when Minhyuk walks into the kitchen.
“I guess,” Minhyuk sighs, running his hand through his hair. They’re not expected anywhere until later, when they have a long journey to Ilsan, so his hair is still ruffled, mussed up and devoid of all hair products. Jaehyo looks even worse, if possible, but he has a massive smile on his face.
Jaehyo laughs and moves from in front of the table to the fridge, and then Minhyuk sees what he previously hadn’t. Yukwon, at the table with an orange in his hand, looking vaguely hurt and slightly annoyed. He swings his feet off the table and leaves the room with a cheery ‘bye, Jae!’ and a last, cold look aimed at Minhyuk.
“What happened there?” Jaehyo asks, glancing between the doorway where he could still see Yukwon marching down and Minhyuk, who looks slightly worse than he did a few seconds ago.
Minhyuk mumbled something inaudible and Jaehyo just stares at him.
“He caught me down the corridor,” Minhyuk tries again, fumbling slightly for the right words. “And sort of - maybe - just kissed me.”
Jaehyo looks at him with a hint of a smirk brushing his features, before he sighs. “Well, you’d better get around to apologising for whatever, shouldn’t you? I’d hate to see what he’ll do to you.”
“He kissed me!” Minhyuk says, slightly hysterically. “How am I supposed to apologise for that? I didn’t know he was going to just kiss me and walk off.”
Jaehyo shrugs and claps him on his shoulder, hard. “Good luck, bro. I’ve got ninety nine problems-”
“But my bitch ain’t one of them,” Jiho finishes for him in an off-key tenor, stepping into the kitchen. “Who’s bitch isn’t a problem to their ninety nine problems?”
“Nobody,” Minhyuk mumble and leaves the kitchen, when Jaehyo gives him a little smirk, eyes crinkled into a smug little look.
“What’s with him?” he hears Jiho ask and he could almost swear that Jaehyo snickers.
-
Yuwkon has been avoiding Minhyuk for three days, which isn’t really all that long compared to how fast everything in the entertainment world moves, but it’s a long time when Minhyuk has grown used to Yukwon always being in front of him, nearby, across the room, right up in his personal space. He doesn’t miss it, he assures himself, because Yukwon always succeeded in making him feel uncomfortable whenever he leant in too close. He doesn’t miss it, he really doesn’t, but it feels strange without Yukwon. That was all.
Taeil has noticed, which he was eventually going to do somehow, because Taeil liked to mother them behind the cameras, liked to pet their hair and tell them everything will be OK. Minhyuk waits for Taeil to actually say something about it, because he has a sneaking suspicion it’s supposed to be his fault that Yukwon is annoyed with him but he is firmly adamant that he hasn’t done anything, except be kissed.
“You’re having a gay crisis,” Jihoon tells him the day after Taeil has been watching Minhyuk and Yukwon closely. “A very big gay crisis. For Yukwon.”
Minhyuk laughs, although his throat feels scratchy and it sounds forced, even to him. He busies himself with his shoelaces and doesn’t look Jihoon in the eye. “I’m not having a crisis for Yukwon. Where’d you hear that?”
“From Taeil. Yukwon kissed you, according to Jaehyo, and you haven’t been speaking to him since. You’re close enough for a kiss to not stop your friendship, so you’re obviously concerned about what your feelings are, and are hoping that this time away from Yukwon will give you space to figure out whether the crush you have on him really is a crush. Which it is,” Jihoon says automatically, and Minhyuk figures that he probably learnt it word for word from Taeil, just so he could repeat it and feel in the loop.
“Also, Kyung said you do,” he adds, and Minhyuk resists the urge to groan because that meant only Jiho didn’t know about their private business and he was not ready for the others to know about him and Yukwon. About him and Yukwon not being together.
“Tell them to stop being stupid,” he says and pushes past Jihoon with as much dignity as he can muster.
-
Yukwon wears a ridiculously low-cut vest on for rehearsal and Minhyuk has to to stop himself from staring and later, when he should have forgotten about it, he keeps remembering Yukwon’s arms, and Yukwon’s brilliant grin and Yukwon.
So maybe Minhyuk might like him a little more than he should do and maybe he hasn’t got over him as completely as he pretended to, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to forgo his comfortable life and predicted route for a silly little too-long-crush on Yukwon.
He won’t.
He can feel his resolve crumbling when he hears Yukwon’s laughter from the room next door.
-
to: minhyuk
from: jaehyo
i swear i had nothing to do with it.
to: jaehyo
from: minhyuk
with what?
to: minhyuk
from: jaehyo
you’ll see. unfortunately.
“What’s this about fucking Yukwon?” screams someone and Minhyuk jumps and clutches his ears that are still ringing, spins and almost hits Jiho straight in the face. Almost.
“What was that for?” he demands, and Jiho frowns dissaprovingly at him.
“Apparently, you’re having sex with Yukwon and everybody knows except me. As the leader, I demand to be told first when there’s juicy gossip around, like this.”
Minhuk chokes on air. Which shouldn’t be possible. “What?”
“Jaehyo said so,” Jiho announces with some degree of smugness. “Are you?”
-
The little crush on Yukwon hasn’t gone away one week and a day after Jiho almost bursed Minyhuk’s ear drums. If anything, it’s gotten worse because Minhyuk gets these little butterflies somewhere deep in his abdomen and his breath hitches when Yukwon talks to him because Yukwon does that now. He’s obviously not over whatever he got pissy about but he’s managed to lay it aside for a while and at least he doesn’t look at Minhyuk as though he boiled and ate Yukwon’s puppy in front of him.
“You’re stupid,” Jaehyo says as he and Taeil walk past them. Jihoon follows them like a little pet desperate for attention and nods at Jaehyo’s words.
Minhyuk rolls his eyes and turns back to Yukwon and the plans for choreographing something, and his heart stutters slightly when Yukwon stares back at him calmly. “I agree with Jaehyo,” he says quietly. “But I miss being your friend more than anything.”
Minhyuk swallows and breathes deeply. “I-yeah. Me too.”
“Friends?” Yukwon asks and lifts his pinky finger to Minhyuk, who mutes a smile as he raises his own hand and latches their pinkies together.
-
“You’re still an idiot,” Jaehyo sniffs at Minhyuk, as they descend from the coach. “Unless you’ve somehow managed to get Yukwon into bed and told him that you’re madly in love with him and you want his babies. Have you?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“You’re stupid!” Jaehyo sing-songs at him. “Don’t be unhappy, I’m simply being your subtle wingman. We all need one.”
Minhyuk stares at him then decides that he could probably just ignore him.
“He’s still an idiot,” Jaehyo yells over Minhyuk’s head,and Minhyuk shoves him out of the way because, really. With friends like Jaehyo, he really had no need for enemies.
-
Taeil corners Minhyuk one evening, and shoves him against the wall and never has little, crybaby, precious Taeil been so scary. “You are going to tell Yukwon you like him,” Taeil hisses. “And don’t even try to deny it because I’ve seen the way you look at him and you can’t lie to me, OK?”
Minhyuk swallows, slowly, and tries to edge away from Taeil, but it proves slightly difficult when Taeil curls his hand around the neck of Minhyuk’s shirts and holds him tigthly against the wall. “I’m not joking, Minhyuk. Stop being so frustrating. Please. He likes you, you like him, and I don’t get what’s so difficult about it. Just talk to him or I will.”
Taeil looks as if he’s going to cry and Minhyuk nods; he can’t bear the idea of Taeil crying because he wants his friends to be happy and, frankly, he doesn’t want the rest of the group to hear of this and rip him piece to piece for making their fake maknae cry.
“Good,” Taeil says happily and lets go with a sweet smile. “My acting skills have really improved, right?”
-
The problem with Block B, Minhuk decides, when he’s busy stuffing chips into his mouth (who cares about a stupid diet?), is that they are very, very, very not subtle. So unsubtle, in fact, that even Yukwon has cottoned on that there’s something wrong and he keeps sending sidelong glances at the members, who are busy staring with wide eyes at Minhyuk and, in the case of Jiho, making very suggestive gestures that Minhyuk swears he won’t let rile him up. The manager just smiles behind the newspaper he’s hiding behind, and now Minhyuk decides that Block B and life in general obviously hate him. Obviously. If that hadn’t been the case, his bandmates would have been nice people who accepted that he didn’t want their ‘help’ in anything as simple as making coffee, let alone anything in matters to do with the heart.
Especially not that.
“What is with the rest of them?” Yukwon whispers conspiratorially when the others have all left the room for various reasons and it’s just the two of them, in a dressing room somewhere in Japan. “They’ve been acting really weird around you.”
“They’re just stupid,” Minhyuk sighs. “Ignore them.”
“Oh?” Yukwon asks, and that tone has Minhyuk looking up at him because it’s teasing and sensual and since when did Yukwon smile like that? “But you’re keeping secrets from me, which isn’t fair.”
Minhyuk manages a small smile awkwardly at him and shrugs. “It’s not a secret. It’s just them assu-”
“Really? Because if what Taeil said was true, then I know the secret too.” Yukwon is close, close enough for Minhyuk to lean across and kiss him, if he just shuffled slightly forward. He doensn’t, just leans forward ever so slightly, and there’s a flicker of nervousness on Yukwon’s face, which is quickly replaced with a shy, soft smile. “I’ve never actually done this - well, I have but - it’s just -,” he pauses for a deep breath and smiles again. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Minhyuk contemplates it for a brief moment, but Yukwon’s kissing him, a soft, gentle press of lips on lips, and Yukwon’s hands placed uncertainly on his shoulder. It doesn’t last long enough for Minhyuk to manage it into something more; Yukwon pulls away slightly and smiles brightly up at him.
“That was nice. I think. I haven’t got much experience, but I think it was nice.”
Minhyuk decides that he could probably get away with kissing Yukwon again. So he does.
“So, you’ve managed to kiss him. Whoop-de-do, good on you,” Jaehyo mutters under his breath a few days later, when he thinks that nobody’s paying them any attention. “Have you got him into bed and professed your undying love and the need to have his babies yet?”
Minhyuk shoves him. Hard.
For: magicalalien
Pairing: Minhyuk/Yukwon
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: Yukwon is a little mishap in Minhyuk’s life and he’s sure that he’ll get over a silly little crush, once Yukwon allows. Jaehyo is a terrible wingman and Block B are all menaces to Minhyuk.
Once upon a time, there was a young boy with badly chopped bangs and eyes that crinkled up as soon as he smiled. Then there was an awkward teenager who tripped over his own shoelaces and then there was U-Kwon, with a heart and a wide smile a few sizes too big for him. And a body that was slightly distracting, but Minhyuk tried not to focus on that when he was surrounded by bandmates and managers and stylists because he shouldn’t be thinking like that. Or at least, he shouldn’t be thinking about it in any way that was more than a casual ‘oh, Yukwon has a nice body’ sort of way.
It’s not his fault. Personally, he blames the stylists, because there’s nothing wrong with the group not showing as much skin as other groups. They can be sexy without stripping, he’s sure of it. They don’t need Yukwon dressed in vest shirts and lowcut tops to be sexy, they don’t need it.
Besides, he’s not a pubescent, hormonal, teenager girl. He doesn’t like Yukwon in any way beyond platonic, he doesn’t. He doesn’t care.
Honestly.
It’s never been a problem before. There were girls before. He liked girls. He’d settle down with a sweet one with pale smooth skin, curly hair, gentle ways and a soft ‘oppa’, get married, have kids. Until that far away point, he had short-term girlfriends, a relationship every few months, a sweet girl, a halfway amicable parting with girls that were confident and quiet and caring and brash and beautiful and everything in between. Yukwon’s simply an anomaly, a little thing that his mind cooked up. He’d get over it, because that’s how love and silly little crushes went. You found someone, the path splits into two. You maybe confessed, a whirlwind while and it dies. Maybe you didn’t and the path is cut short. So it goes.
Yukwon’s a little thing that he’ll get over. In a few months, he’d be able to look at him full in the face when they come rushing in from a performance, smiles and laughs and sparkling eyes, and not feel the need to kiss him hard, full on the lips, and hug him. It was just a stupid thing, but it was wrong, so so wrong, like when Yukwon offers him a bag of chips, spread eagled on the couch, jogging pants hugging his waist, t-shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin, the jut of a hipbone, and all Minhyuk can think about is how soft his skin must feel. Yukwon smiles up at him and Minhyuk feels horrible.
Jaehyo smiles at him when they bump into each other in the corridor leading off towards the dorms. He looks mesed, hair spiked at odd ends, eyes wild, a tiny, serrated edge to his smile. he stops and claps his hand on Minhyuk’s shoulder hard.
“Just so you know. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at Yukwon. Get in there, son,” and, before Minhyuk can punch him in retaliation or ask him what stupidity he’s spurting, he moves on.
-
So, there’s this problem with opting in for dance stages. Of course, it’ll get the name of the band out, of course, he gets to dance and what’s not to love? Of course, he can share a stage with all the big names and feel like he actually owns it. Of course.
It’s just that their dance instructor trusts Minhyuk enough to keep them both under check while he’s out doing something or other. Yukwon’s distracting, the way he pauses once the instructor leaves then turns to grin at Minhyuk in a way that he’s not entirely too sure he likes. Yukwon grinning madly is usually a bad thing and he knows this is true, because of the time Jihoon woke up with itching powder sprinkled down his underwear. And there was the time that Jiho found part of his dreads had been cut off and placed on Taeil’s pillow and that scream had been loud enough to wake up Jaehyo.
“Minhyuk, have you ever tried ballroom dancing?” Yukwon says, and the smile is still there.
“No. Why?”
“Because you should.” Yukwon’s crossed the room and his arms are suddenly on Minhyuk’s shoulders. “It’s really relaxing. You can try leading, since you’d probably be more comfortable with it. I mean, it is your first time and all.”
Yukwon was leering and Minhyuk definitely wasn’t thinking straight because Yukwon had a nice cologne, even over the musk of body after dancing. Was it cologne? He was definitely leering though.
Minhyuk’s hands hover slightly over Yukwon’s hips and then rests lightly on them when he meets Yukwon’s eyes. Yukwon smiles brightly at him, and tightens his grip on Minhyuk’s shoulders. “Go,” he whispers and Minhyuk is a fool because he does take a step back and Yukwon follows him, hands sure and calm on his shoulders, whilst Minhyuk’s are almost shaking, on the curve of his pelvis over his thin shirt, palms warming up and tingling. Minhyuk takes another few steps and throws in a spin, eyes fixed on Yukwon’s shoulder and Yukwon always a step behind him.
This is how the instructor finds them when he marches in.
“What,” he begins and stops. Yukwon turns, keeping one hand on Minhyuk’s shoulders and Minhyuk feels his face burning up.
“We were thinking that we could incorporate it into the choreo,” Yukwon says with an easy smile. “But only if we had female back up dancers with us? please?”
“No can do,” the choreographer says, and Minhyuk breathes a small sigh of relief. Yukwon’s hand squeezes his shoulder once before he bounds over to the stereo.
Minhyuk’s palms feel odd.
-
“You know, your collarbone never comes out,” Yukwon says, leaning forward until his breath falls perfectly into the barely perceptible dip and Minhyuk has to remember how to breathe. Yukwon walked out of the bathroom, spotted Minhyuk halfway out of his bedroom door and made a beeline straight for him. Minhyuk’s still not full awake yet but this was strange.
“Really?” he croaks; there’s nothing else he can think of saying because Yukwon is mere inches away from him, closer than normal, smelling faintly of mint toothpaste and far too close for him to think rationally. He clears his throat and tries again. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” Yukwon says, squinting at it. “You know, I really like you.”
“Oh,” Minhyuk says. Yukwon rocks back on the balls of his feet and gives him a look. it’s not a bad look, as looks go, but it’s not a very good one either. it’s just a look, thoughtful and calculating. There’s a moment of silence while Yukwon purses his lips, then smiles.
“Yep,” he leans in and kisses him flat on the lips and prances off, leaving Minhyuk to wonder what the hell just happened.
-
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Or Zico naked,” Jaehyo grins when Minhyuk walks into the kitchen.
“I guess,” Minhyuk sighs, running his hand through his hair. They’re not expected anywhere until later, when they have a long journey to Ilsan, so his hair is still ruffled, mussed up and devoid of all hair products. Jaehyo looks even worse, if possible, but he has a massive smile on his face.
Jaehyo laughs and moves from in front of the table to the fridge, and then Minhyuk sees what he previously hadn’t. Yukwon, at the table with an orange in his hand, looking vaguely hurt and slightly annoyed. He swings his feet off the table and leaves the room with a cheery ‘bye, Jae!’ and a last, cold look aimed at Minhyuk.
“What happened there?” Jaehyo asks, glancing between the doorway where he could still see Yukwon marching down and Minhyuk, who looks slightly worse than he did a few seconds ago.
Minhyuk mumbled something inaudible and Jaehyo just stares at him.
“He caught me down the corridor,” Minhyuk tries again, fumbling slightly for the right words. “And sort of - maybe - just kissed me.”
Jaehyo looks at him with a hint of a smirk brushing his features, before he sighs. “Well, you’d better get around to apologising for whatever, shouldn’t you? I’d hate to see what he’ll do to you.”
“He kissed me!” Minhyuk says, slightly hysterically. “How am I supposed to apologise for that? I didn’t know he was going to just kiss me and walk off.”
Jaehyo shrugs and claps him on his shoulder, hard. “Good luck, bro. I’ve got ninety nine problems-”
“But my bitch ain’t one of them,” Jiho finishes for him in an off-key tenor, stepping into the kitchen. “Who’s bitch isn’t a problem to their ninety nine problems?”
“Nobody,” Minhyuk mumble and leaves the kitchen, when Jaehyo gives him a little smirk, eyes crinkled into a smug little look.
“What’s with him?” he hears Jiho ask and he could almost swear that Jaehyo snickers.
-
Yuwkon has been avoiding Minhyuk for three days, which isn’t really all that long compared to how fast everything in the entertainment world moves, but it’s a long time when Minhyuk has grown used to Yukwon always being in front of him, nearby, across the room, right up in his personal space. He doesn’t miss it, he assures himself, because Yukwon always succeeded in making him feel uncomfortable whenever he leant in too close. He doesn’t miss it, he really doesn’t, but it feels strange without Yukwon. That was all.
Taeil has noticed, which he was eventually going to do somehow, because Taeil liked to mother them behind the cameras, liked to pet their hair and tell them everything will be OK. Minhyuk waits for Taeil to actually say something about it, because he has a sneaking suspicion it’s supposed to be his fault that Yukwon is annoyed with him but he is firmly adamant that he hasn’t done anything, except be kissed.
“You’re having a gay crisis,” Jihoon tells him the day after Taeil has been watching Minhyuk and Yukwon closely. “A very big gay crisis. For Yukwon.”
Minhyuk laughs, although his throat feels scratchy and it sounds forced, even to him. He busies himself with his shoelaces and doesn’t look Jihoon in the eye. “I’m not having a crisis for Yukwon. Where’d you hear that?”
“From Taeil. Yukwon kissed you, according to Jaehyo, and you haven’t been speaking to him since. You’re close enough for a kiss to not stop your friendship, so you’re obviously concerned about what your feelings are, and are hoping that this time away from Yukwon will give you space to figure out whether the crush you have on him really is a crush. Which it is,” Jihoon says automatically, and Minhyuk figures that he probably learnt it word for word from Taeil, just so he could repeat it and feel in the loop.
“Also, Kyung said you do,” he adds, and Minhyuk resists the urge to groan because that meant only Jiho didn’t know about their private business and he was not ready for the others to know about him and Yukwon. About him and Yukwon not being together.
“Tell them to stop being stupid,” he says and pushes past Jihoon with as much dignity as he can muster.
-
Yukwon wears a ridiculously low-cut vest on for rehearsal and Minhyuk has to to stop himself from staring and later, when he should have forgotten about it, he keeps remembering Yukwon’s arms, and Yukwon’s brilliant grin and Yukwon.
So maybe Minhyuk might like him a little more than he should do and maybe he hasn’t got over him as completely as he pretended to, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to forgo his comfortable life and predicted route for a silly little too-long-crush on Yukwon.
He won’t.
He can feel his resolve crumbling when he hears Yukwon’s laughter from the room next door.
-
to: minhyuk
from: jaehyo
i swear i had nothing to do with it.
to: jaehyo
from: minhyuk
with what?
to: minhyuk
from: jaehyo
you’ll see. unfortunately.
“What’s this about fucking Yukwon?” screams someone and Minhyuk jumps and clutches his ears that are still ringing, spins and almost hits Jiho straight in the face. Almost.
“What was that for?” he demands, and Jiho frowns dissaprovingly at him.
“Apparently, you’re having sex with Yukwon and everybody knows except me. As the leader, I demand to be told first when there’s juicy gossip around, like this.”
Minhuk chokes on air. Which shouldn’t be possible. “What?”
“Jaehyo said so,” Jiho announces with some degree of smugness. “Are you?”
-
The little crush on Yukwon hasn’t gone away one week and a day after Jiho almost bursed Minyhuk’s ear drums. If anything, it’s gotten worse because Minhyuk gets these little butterflies somewhere deep in his abdomen and his breath hitches when Yukwon talks to him because Yukwon does that now. He’s obviously not over whatever he got pissy about but he’s managed to lay it aside for a while and at least he doesn’t look at Minhyuk as though he boiled and ate Yukwon’s puppy in front of him.
“You’re stupid,” Jaehyo says as he and Taeil walk past them. Jihoon follows them like a little pet desperate for attention and nods at Jaehyo’s words.
Minhyuk rolls his eyes and turns back to Yukwon and the plans for choreographing something, and his heart stutters slightly when Yukwon stares back at him calmly. “I agree with Jaehyo,” he says quietly. “But I miss being your friend more than anything.”
Minhyuk swallows and breathes deeply. “I-yeah. Me too.”
“Friends?” Yukwon asks and lifts his pinky finger to Minhyuk, who mutes a smile as he raises his own hand and latches their pinkies together.
-
“You’re still an idiot,” Jaehyo sniffs at Minhyuk, as they descend from the coach. “Unless you’ve somehow managed to get Yukwon into bed and told him that you’re madly in love with him and you want his babies. Have you?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“You’re stupid!” Jaehyo sing-songs at him. “Don’t be unhappy, I’m simply being your subtle wingman. We all need one.”
Minhyuk stares at him then decides that he could probably just ignore him.
“He’s still an idiot,” Jaehyo yells over Minhyuk’s head,and Minhyuk shoves him out of the way because, really. With friends like Jaehyo, he really had no need for enemies.
-
Taeil corners Minhyuk one evening, and shoves him against the wall and never has little, crybaby, precious Taeil been so scary. “You are going to tell Yukwon you like him,” Taeil hisses. “And don’t even try to deny it because I’ve seen the way you look at him and you can’t lie to me, OK?”
Minhyuk swallows, slowly, and tries to edge away from Taeil, but it proves slightly difficult when Taeil curls his hand around the neck of Minhyuk’s shirts and holds him tigthly against the wall. “I’m not joking, Minhyuk. Stop being so frustrating. Please. He likes you, you like him, and I don’t get what’s so difficult about it. Just talk to him or I will.”
Taeil looks as if he’s going to cry and Minhyuk nods; he can’t bear the idea of Taeil crying because he wants his friends to be happy and, frankly, he doesn’t want the rest of the group to hear of this and rip him piece to piece for making their fake maknae cry.
“Good,” Taeil says happily and lets go with a sweet smile. “My acting skills have really improved, right?”
-
The problem with Block B, Minhuk decides, when he’s busy stuffing chips into his mouth (who cares about a stupid diet?), is that they are very, very, very not subtle. So unsubtle, in fact, that even Yukwon has cottoned on that there’s something wrong and he keeps sending sidelong glances at the members, who are busy staring with wide eyes at Minhyuk and, in the case of Jiho, making very suggestive gestures that Minhyuk swears he won’t let rile him up. The manager just smiles behind the newspaper he’s hiding behind, and now Minhyuk decides that Block B and life in general obviously hate him. Obviously. If that hadn’t been the case, his bandmates would have been nice people who accepted that he didn’t want their ‘help’ in anything as simple as making coffee, let alone anything in matters to do with the heart.
Especially not that.
“What is with the rest of them?” Yukwon whispers conspiratorially when the others have all left the room for various reasons and it’s just the two of them, in a dressing room somewhere in Japan. “They’ve been acting really weird around you.”
“They’re just stupid,” Minhyuk sighs. “Ignore them.”
“Oh?” Yukwon asks, and that tone has Minhyuk looking up at him because it’s teasing and sensual and since when did Yukwon smile like that? “But you’re keeping secrets from me, which isn’t fair.”
Minhyuk manages a small smile awkwardly at him and shrugs. “It’s not a secret. It’s just them assu-”
“Really? Because if what Taeil said was true, then I know the secret too.” Yukwon is close, close enough for Minhyuk to lean across and kiss him, if he just shuffled slightly forward. He doensn’t, just leans forward ever so slightly, and there’s a flicker of nervousness on Yukwon’s face, which is quickly replaced with a shy, soft smile. “I’ve never actually done this - well, I have but - it’s just -,” he pauses for a deep breath and smiles again. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Minhyuk contemplates it for a brief moment, but Yukwon’s kissing him, a soft, gentle press of lips on lips, and Yukwon’s hands placed uncertainly on his shoulder. It doesn’t last long enough for Minhyuk to manage it into something more; Yukwon pulls away slightly and smiles brightly up at him.
“That was nice. I think. I haven’t got much experience, but I think it was nice.”
Minhyuk decides that he could probably get away with kissing Yukwon again. So he does.
“So, you’ve managed to kiss him. Whoop-de-do, good on you,” Jaehyo mutters under his breath a few days later, when he thinks that nobody’s paying them any attention. “Have you got him into bed and professed your undying love and the need to have his babies yet?”
Minhyuk shoves him. Hard.