Soju
Title: Soju
Pairing: MinStal
Rating: it's pretty PG, but PG13 just to be safe
Genre: Tough love?
Length: Drabble
AN: inspired by this post and gif
Summary: “In what reality do you live in, that getting married to your FWB makes more sense?” -J. Soojung
"Let’s get married."
Cliche or not, it was Minho who had proposed the idea. They were both from wealthy families - the successes seemingly endless - and both bored beyond their minds. And so, on a lovely summer day while the two were sitting on an old paint-chipped wooden bench, each with their own bottle of cheap soju and a big-ass plate of gimbap (“Did you make that?” “What am I? A housewife? Fuck no.” “Didn’t say you were…”), Minho had asked for her hand.
Now, this would have been somewhat romantic had it not been for the fact that they were no where near friends, much less lovers or any sort of relationship besides sex. They just knew each other.
"Marry you?" Soojung had asked, snorting a second later as she downed more of the acidic liquid. "We’re fuck buddies."
"Exactly", Minho tipped his own bottle, ”which makes more sense."
The young heiress raised an eyebrow. “In what reality do you live in that getting married to your BWF makes more sense?”
"I was thinking Spain…Rome even. I’ve always liked the summers there better. The women are gorgeous, too. Exotic things, they are."
"Choi Minho."
Said man sighs. “It makes sense because you and I both know that there is no such thing as finding true love and that our parents will marry us off like cattle in order to get more money into their already overflowing bank accounts anyways. I’m not going to meet some middle class or poor down-to-earth girl like in those dramas Sulli watches, and you’re no too bitchy in the morning for any man to be willing to take ‘Prince Charming’s’ role.”
Soojung has half her mind to sock him in the face, but he is right, so she nods with a dry “well thanks”.
"You’re welcome. We’ve been our parents’ puppets since we were born and everything we’ve done has been by their commands, except for this."
"This?"
"Yeah, this." Minho waves his hand between the two of them as though it explains everything. When it doesn’t and Soojung’s giving him a blank stare while taking another swig of her soju, Minho tries very hard not to shove it down her throat. "Me, you, getting naked in high-class public restrooms, in my car, your dad’s hotel, the fucking park, having sex.”
"Okay? And?"
He’s going to grow old with all the sighing he’s been doing. “We chose it. It was a decision that we made ourselves, so why not let that decision last for a while longer. Economically and face wise, I’m good for you and you’re good for me. We’re both young and I know our parents have been eyeing each other’s fortune the moment ‘Jung Soojung steps out of Choi Minho’s ride” made the headlines. Unless you want them to make this decision for you too, be my guess, but don’t say I didn’t try to help.”
There’s a pause cause she’s busy looking at her now empty bottle. His is only half empty.
"So that’s it? We marry and go to Europe?"
The look in Minho’s eyes has this weird tint to them. It’s not really the cocky fabric he usually wears when he shoots down an elk during their hunting escapades or the charismatic snark he has going for him whenever he decides to be chivalrous to the ladies. It’s neither of them - though they’re both there -, it’s something else. Like he’s hopeful - hopes that she’ll say yes.
It’s a ridiculous thought, though, so she shakes her head and plucks the green bottle from his larger hand and tilts it at an angle and watches the clear liquid spill into her bottle.
"So, you're gonna be my prince and I'm gonna be your princess, is that what you mean?” She lifts his bottle away when half of its original content is gone.
There’s a pregnant pause, so Soojung glances to her right side and they just look at each other.
Minho’s the one who breaks their little staring contest when he takes his bottle back and they end up laughing. It calms down after a bit and Minho nods, chuckling a “yeah” to answer her question.
They clink bottles and that’s that.
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AN: I have a confession(s) to make. I write on a whim and it hits me while scrolling through Tumblr tags - hence the birth of this drabble.
The second confession, is that I have a secret love for MinStal. Other than the fact that I think they look really good together, I have no idea why I like them so much. Minho and Krystal just seem like the type of friends who became friends through mutual friends, got drunk one night at a party, fucked somewhere in between, and woke up without any qualms (Krystal probably said something like, "thank God you were not too drunk to put on a condom. Who the fuck gets turned on by this shit?" and Minho's all like, "at least I don't bleed every month." and got a whoop to his head).
I don't even know. I just like them together. And that's that.
-mlgo