Minho Is a Catch (pt. 1)
Pairing: past!Minho/Seohyun, Minho/Kyuhyun
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Length: 959 words
A/N: I've written this for my wifey linnhe. I promised you a fic for our wedding...it was supposed to be Jongho, but then you requested a non-hyungwhore/serious Minho and a SuJu member. I'm sure you've forgotten this request since it was made months ago. (I put in a teeny bit of douche!Minho because we love him so). There is a bit of a cliff-hanger and I may or may not continue this. I'll most likely finish it.
I apologize for any confusing bits or grammatical errors. I thought of it today and wrote it in an hour. If I had tried to polish it, I'm sure I would have deleted it like I deleted my other WIPs. OTL
Credit to bollywoodrecord for suggesting Kyuhyun because he and Minho are close irl.
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Admittedly, Minho had been drinking.
A lot.
“I’m a catch, Seohyun. I’m a fucking catch.”
“He says while tears and snot mingle down his face,” was Seohyun’s gentle reply.
“M’not crying,” Minho rebukes Seohyun’s statement as he wipes his traitorous eyes and nose.
“Well, what do you call that wet stuff that is falling from your eyes?”
Minho laughs and points saying, “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.” Then, he raises his hand in the air to receive a high-five for his superb joke.
Seohyun crosses her arms.
Then, Minho’s face falls and his hand drops to grab his bottom lip, “Wait. That’s not how that phrase works, is it?”
Seohyun shakes her head, “No, sweetie. That’s not how that works.”
The two of them had decided to spend their Valentine’s evening sitting on the floor of Seohyun’s living room drinking. Seohyun shared the apartment with her brother, Kyuhyun, who was out celebrating the single life with friends. Seohyun was drinking to keep her friend and ex- boyfriend company and Minho was drinking to avoid dealing with being alone on Valentine’s Day. Too bad for Seohyun all Minho could do for the last hour, after their two bottles of wine, of which Seohyun had perhaps one glass and while they were doing shots, was whine and moan about how he never had a Valentine. Not even when they had dated (Seohyun broke up with him a month before the holiday of love).
Just then, Minho looked at her, with a bit of a pout and asked, “You couldn’t have at least waited until March to break my heart?”
Finally, a less-than-sober Seohyun had heard enough. “One, Choi Minho, it was a mutual break up, so I didn’t break your heart, even if I was the one who had initiated ‘The Talk’. Two, we only dated for three months when we were, like, fifteen. That was four years ago. If you haven’t gotten over it by now, I doubt we would be besties. Three,” and this time Seohyun got on her knees and swayed into Minho’s personal space holding three accusatory fingers, from which Minho barely escaped losing an eye, “during all of our make-out sessions you never once tried to put your hand up my shirt.”
Minho was taken aback and looked directly at her three fingers before thinking better of it and looking Seohyun in the eye. “I was being a gentleman.”
Seohyun giggled, shaking her ponytail around saying, “HA. My mother always said if a guy doesn’t at least try to go for the gold, he’s probably gay.”
At the revelation of Seohyun’s mother’s logic, Minho’s eyes got bigger, and decidedly more amphibian than they already were and he could only gulp.
Minho’s facial expression seemed to knock the giggles out of Seohyun. “Well, shit! I never meant to say that out loud but the cat’s out of the bag now.” With a determined huff, she continued “Minho, I always thought you would sort things out on your own and that I shouldn’t try to force you to do anything, but we’re no longer in high school and I’m starting to get depressed about the whole situation.”
Now, Seohyun wasn’t making any sense to Minho and he said as much.
“Minho, it’s time to tell you the main reason I broke up with you-I really was on the path to falling for you-but I could tell you would never look at me the way you looked at my brother, Kyuhyun.”
When Minho opened his mouth to protest, Seohyun pinched it shut with her thumb and fore-finger. “Let me finish; it’s for your own good. Minho, I would never want to force you out of any closets or whatever but we’re no longer in high school and that last shot of apple vodka-which you brought-did away with the last of my good sense. You’re gay, Minho, and you have the hots for my brother. Even blind people can feel the smoldering gaze you send toward Kyuhyun.”
Sputtering, Minho could barely scrape together his thoughts. “I’m not…I wouldn’t…I’ve never…”
“Save it. I don’t see what the big deal is…well, I mean I see why you would want to be delicate with telling everyone given that ignorance is rampant in most of the world, but Kyuhyun is head-over-heels for you.” Now, it was her turn to look shocked. Seohyun grabbed Minho’s head and frantically rubbing and mussing his hair while gently shaking his head from side to side saying, “You didn’t hear a thing. YOU DIDN’T HEAR A THING.”
Minho did his best to grab her wrists to stop her, “SEOHYUN, STOP IT.” Still holding her wrists Minho asked, “Were you trying to etch-a-sketch my brain?”
“…maybe…”
“Repeat what you just said about Kyuhyun.”
“No, that evil oppa will cut me. You. Didn’t. Hear. A. Thing.”
However, Minho, wasn’t dropping it, “He likes me?”
Seohyun sighed, “Yes, but he would never tell you when you weren’t even being honest with yourself.”
At that moment, they heard keys jingling outside the door. They looked at each other in equal parts horror and drunk paranoia. Kyuhyun was home. Minho shot up and ran to the kitchen where Seohyun followed him hissing, “Where are you going?”
“To hide in the pantry.”
“That makes no sense.”
When he heard the front door open, Minho pushed Seohyun back towards the living room and shut the pantry door. “I can’t face him after your little confession. I’ll be here in the pantry, wait for him to go to his room, and, then, I’ll leave.” Minho’s plan was airtight.
…except for the fact that Kyuhyun wanted a snack when he got home.
Seohyun turned around and *merp*ed at a confused Kyuhyun before running to her room.
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A/N: Idk if I stole the etch-a-sketch line from something. I can't remember.
I love any and every person reading this. ♥
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Length: 959 words
A/N: I've written this for my wifey linnhe. I promised you a fic for our wedding...it was supposed to be Jongho, but then you requested a non-hyungwhore/serious Minho and a SuJu member. I'm sure you've forgotten this request since it was made months ago. (I put in a teeny bit of douche!Minho because we love him so). There is a bit of a cliff-hanger and I may or may not continue this. I'll most likely finish it.
I apologize for any confusing bits or grammatical errors. I thought of it today and wrote it in an hour. If I had tried to polish it, I'm sure I would have deleted it like I deleted my other WIPs. OTL
Credit to bollywoodrecord for suggesting Kyuhyun because he and Minho are close irl.
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Admittedly, Minho had been drinking.
A lot.
“I’m a catch, Seohyun. I’m a fucking catch.”
“He says while tears and snot mingle down his face,” was Seohyun’s gentle reply.
“M’not crying,” Minho rebukes Seohyun’s statement as he wipes his traitorous eyes and nose.
“Well, what do you call that wet stuff that is falling from your eyes?”
Minho laughs and points saying, “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.” Then, he raises his hand in the air to receive a high-five for his superb joke.
Seohyun crosses her arms.
Then, Minho’s face falls and his hand drops to grab his bottom lip, “Wait. That’s not how that phrase works, is it?”
Seohyun shakes her head, “No, sweetie. That’s not how that works.”
The two of them had decided to spend their Valentine’s evening sitting on the floor of Seohyun’s living room drinking. Seohyun shared the apartment with her brother, Kyuhyun, who was out celebrating the single life with friends. Seohyun was drinking to keep her friend and ex- boyfriend company and Minho was drinking to avoid dealing with being alone on Valentine’s Day. Too bad for Seohyun all Minho could do for the last hour, after their two bottles of wine, of which Seohyun had perhaps one glass and while they were doing shots, was whine and moan about how he never had a Valentine. Not even when they had dated (Seohyun broke up with him a month before the holiday of love).
Just then, Minho looked at her, with a bit of a pout and asked, “You couldn’t have at least waited until March to break my heart?”
Finally, a less-than-sober Seohyun had heard enough. “One, Choi Minho, it was a mutual break up, so I didn’t break your heart, even if I was the one who had initiated ‘The Talk’. Two, we only dated for three months when we were, like, fifteen. That was four years ago. If you haven’t gotten over it by now, I doubt we would be besties. Three,” and this time Seohyun got on her knees and swayed into Minho’s personal space holding three accusatory fingers, from which Minho barely escaped losing an eye, “during all of our make-out sessions you never once tried to put your hand up my shirt.”
Minho was taken aback and looked directly at her three fingers before thinking better of it and looking Seohyun in the eye. “I was being a gentleman.”
Seohyun giggled, shaking her ponytail around saying, “HA. My mother always said if a guy doesn’t at least try to go for the gold, he’s probably gay.”
At the revelation of Seohyun’s mother’s logic, Minho’s eyes got bigger, and decidedly more amphibian than they already were and he could only gulp.
Minho’s facial expression seemed to knock the giggles out of Seohyun. “Well, shit! I never meant to say that out loud but the cat’s out of the bag now.” With a determined huff, she continued “Minho, I always thought you would sort things out on your own and that I shouldn’t try to force you to do anything, but we’re no longer in high school and I’m starting to get depressed about the whole situation.”
Now, Seohyun wasn’t making any sense to Minho and he said as much.
“Minho, it’s time to tell you the main reason I broke up with you-I really was on the path to falling for you-but I could tell you would never look at me the way you looked at my brother, Kyuhyun.”
When Minho opened his mouth to protest, Seohyun pinched it shut with her thumb and fore-finger. “Let me finish; it’s for your own good. Minho, I would never want to force you out of any closets or whatever but we’re no longer in high school and that last shot of apple vodka-which you brought-did away with the last of my good sense. You’re gay, Minho, and you have the hots for my brother. Even blind people can feel the smoldering gaze you send toward Kyuhyun.”
Sputtering, Minho could barely scrape together his thoughts. “I’m not…I wouldn’t…I’ve never…”
“Save it. I don’t see what the big deal is…well, I mean I see why you would want to be delicate with telling everyone given that ignorance is rampant in most of the world, but Kyuhyun is head-over-heels for you.” Now, it was her turn to look shocked. Seohyun grabbed Minho’s head and frantically rubbing and mussing his hair while gently shaking his head from side to side saying, “You didn’t hear a thing. YOU DIDN’T HEAR A THING.”
Minho did his best to grab her wrists to stop her, “SEOHYUN, STOP IT.” Still holding her wrists Minho asked, “Were you trying to etch-a-sketch my brain?”
“…maybe…”
“Repeat what you just said about Kyuhyun.”
“No, that evil oppa will cut me. You. Didn’t. Hear. A. Thing.”
However, Minho, wasn’t dropping it, “He likes me?”
Seohyun sighed, “Yes, but he would never tell you when you weren’t even being honest with yourself.”
At that moment, they heard keys jingling outside the door. They looked at each other in equal parts horror and drunk paranoia. Kyuhyun was home. Minho shot up and ran to the kitchen where Seohyun followed him hissing, “Where are you going?”
“To hide in the pantry.”
“That makes no sense.”
When he heard the front door open, Minho pushed Seohyun back towards the living room and shut the pantry door. “I can’t face him after your little confession. I’ll be here in the pantry, wait for him to go to his room, and, then, I’ll leave.” Minho’s plan was airtight.
…except for the fact that Kyuhyun wanted a snack when he got home.
Seohyun turned around and *merp*ed at a confused Kyuhyun before running to her room.
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A/N: Idk if I stole the etch-a-sketch line from something. I can't remember.
I love any and every person reading this. ♥