MINISONG | i'm seeing stars (and they belong in your eyes)

"hyeongjun as a wifey is such a concept."

"are you drunk?" minhee wonders aloud.

hyeongjun sniffs. "no, but i wish."

somehow, the thought of hyeongjun and alcohol together didn't sit too well with minhee. it was like seungwoo and not adopting lonely, damaged affection-starved children as his own, or seongmin with jump scares, or minhee with sports (they were bad for his health).

"what's got you in such a good mood then?" minhee cries internally when hyeongjun precariously gets off of minhee's lap (he was just starting to get comfortable!), humming gleefully as he flops just right against minhee's side, his slender, SNSD-worthy legs slung casually over minhee's thighs. he playfully kicks his little legs in the air before whining at minhee to get him some pocky.

baby behavior, minhee laments, exchanging the box of chocopie for some strawberry pocky.

hyeongjun cackles, and brings a finger up to his lips, like he's about to tell the taller boy a giant corporate secret. minhee raises an eyebrow.

"i got the part," hyeongjun stage whispers.

minhee finds himself grinning dopily at this despite the fact that he has no fucking clue what hyeongjun is talking about.

"the part?"

"in this year's dance production," hyeongjun giggles, picking out a piece of pocky and nibbling on the strawberry coating. minhee tries to look at anywhere but the boy's glossy, cherry-pink lips biting around the biscuit stick. no reason, really. minhee just thinks hyeongjun's eyes were much more attractive. totally not because of how tempting and kissable hyeongjun's pretty pouty lips looked -

nope. nope. nope. only soft hyeongjun stans under his roof.

(he really needs to stop looking at twitter. damn allen hyung for introducing him to stan twitter.)

"oh, what part?"

hyeongjun fishes another pocky stick out of the packet and starts sucking on the coating contemplatively. minhee swallows and looks up to the ceiling and prays to heaven to give him strength.

"i got one of the lead roles," hyeongjun whispers conspiratorially, and minhee finds himself leaning closer in curiosity.

"there's three leading roles. the husband, the wife, and the child. i got the role of the wife," hyeongjun squeaks, and his body is positively vibrating in excitement. minhee grins at hyeongjun's enthusiasm and pats the smaller boy's head carefully, hoping he's not crossing any physical boundaries, "i was really surprised too! i was sure yoojung noona or chaeyeon noona were going to get the role because they're amazing, but the committee agreed that my figure and dancing style would be more appropriate for the role of the wife."

"aigo, good job," minhee congratulates awkwardly. hyeongjun puffs his cheeks out with pride at that and minhee wants to scream in cute.

"...but really, the wife? not the husband?"

"it's 2019, minhee. gays exist," hyeongjun pouts, but the pout melts instantly at the sensation of gentle, long fingers brushing through his curly, messy hair, "pet me more please. i deserve it."

"yeah yeah you big baby," the word slips out of minhee's mouth before he can stop it, and in a panic, adds mistakenly, "wait, you're gay?"

hyeongjun immediately stiffens under him, and minhee knows he's hit the nail on the head.

"minhee...i literally told you days ago that wonjin hyung broke up with me. but yeah...is there a problem with that?" hyeongjun's voice shrinks, tiny and insecure. minhee feels the guilt settling back in again. maybe he's prying a little bit too early on a topic like this.

"n-no," minhee backtracks, "i-i'm gay too. i j-just forgot about it. s-sorry." 

"oh, okay," hyeongjun's tone is...curious. he doesn't sound relieved or nonchalant, but there's an underlying sentiment of contemplation somewhere in there, minhee considers quietly.

"a-anyway, i'm in the center position for at least three choreos!" hyeongjun continues, his infectious cheer and enthusiasm returning, "seungyoun hyung hasn't finalised the script yet, but he promises mine will have the most emotional stage. hangyul hyung's salty because all he has is hip hop and jazz numbers and just one duet."

"oh? hangyul-ssi is in it too?"

"yeah, he's the husband, and you really should call him hyung, y'know. he gets weird when people call him that," hyeongjun chuckles, finishing off the pocky, hand already reaching out for the honey butter chips, which minhee tosses onto his lap without complaint.

minhee wants to be excited for hangyul too, except he's feeling a little something called jealousy at the thought of how nicely hangyul's physique would look next to hyeongjun's. hangyul's powerful masculinity against hyeongjun's elegant femininity.

no wonder they were chosen for the parts, minhee wonders. he's seen hangyul dance, and he'd be lying if he says hangyul popping doesn't make him feel a tiny bit more gayer than he usually is.

"it's a huge production this time round, so there's a pretty big budget for this," hyeongjun does a little dance on the couch in his excitement, and minhee doesn't hesitate to place his hand on the smaller boy's hip so he doesn't accidentally bounce off the couch, "allen and serim hyung are in charge of the choreo, and our alumni zico-sunbaenim is helping seungyoun hyung out on the production side of things. practice and rehearsals are going to be really intensive, so i doubt i'm going to be conscious for lectures most of the time."

"you'll probably still be sleeping in lectures regardless whether there's a production or not," minhee retorts, and then seizes up at the slip. he doesn't want hyeongjun catching on to the fact that they share a class together. not yet, anyway. he'd question why minhee didn't approach him or say hi and minhee does not have the appropriate answer for that in the slightest.

"and how would you know?" hyeongjun grumbles, and minhee lets out a relieved sigh, phew.

"just a feeling," minhee smiles knowingly. hyeongjun simply glares at him in suspicion, eyebrows pinching together.

"hmm...keep your secrets, kang minhee, i'll find out sooner or later," hyeongjun tsks, "anyway, mock me all you want, but i'll be slaying in my wifey role while my ass sleeps through every poli sci class this semester and not regretting a single bit of it."

"i still think you're a better fit for the role of the child," minhee comments off-handedly, and this time he fails to dodge the incoming blow as hyeongjun lets out a cry of indignation and decks the psych major in the face with a couch cushion.

"slander! i bring you food, and you slander me," hyeongjun huffs, grabbing onto the cushion and gently pressing it against minhee's face, and minhee just snorts, "suffocate, you twig."

"coming from you of all people?" minhee asks, appalled. and in less than a second they're both off the couch, armed with cushions and minhee barely has time to think before hyeongjun nails him dead-on on the back of his head.

"that's foul play!" minhee gasps, and hyeongjun sniggers evilly as he dodges minhee's cushion and heads straight for the pillows on minhee's bed.

"all's fair in love and war miniyah~ and you have longer legs than me anyway so you have an advantage - "

"coming from the midget - whoa whoa those are my bed pillows!"

"oh you are so paying for that - "

the two childish teens end up wasting the next half an hour in an intense impromptu pillow fight, laughing and screeching like hyenas (minhee is definitely getting noise complaints for this) while flinging barrage after barrage of pillows at each other. minhee has to cry mercy when hyeongjun practically dog tackles him on the bed and starts tickling the taller boy's sides.

this is kinda fun, minhee muses as he doubles over in hysterics, before gaining some coherence of thought and immediately pushing the other boy off of him, who squeals and runs away, being with hyeongjun...laughing with him...

minhee immediately stops thinking when hyeongjun sends a pillow flying across the room in his direction, his laughing face flushed with exhilaration, pretty gems for eyes disappearing into crescents, and minhee hopes - he hopes - this moment lasts forever and ever even in his dreams.