[exo] dump post; minseok/sehun and minseok/jongin
one plus one; minseok/sehun; 2.1k; g
for the valentine's sexiu project! original tumblr post can be found here.
Most of the other part-timers at the tiny convenience Minseok works at will do just about anything keep the Saturday graveyard shift off their schedule. This means that Minseok is always stuck with it, but he honestly doesn’t particularly mind. Minseok doesn’t usually have weekend plans -- getting fall-down drunk every week had lost its appeal somewhere around the end of second year of university -- and he prefers the more steady flow of patrons to the almost uninterrupted silence of, say, Tuesday nights.
There is, of course, also the factor of That One Customer. Minseok isn’t about to complain about his shift when it means he has the chance each week to see a cute guy with an apparent affinity for ultra-skinny jeans.
The guy comes in every Saturday around 11 p.m., with a gym bag slung carelessly over one shoulder and only the bangs of his pastel rainbow-colored hair showing from beneath a snapback or beanie. He’s got a face models would envy and long legs that his jeans highlight wonderfully.
Aside from the fact that he’s extremely good looking, there are a few things Minseok also knows about this particular customer:
1. He always buys a triangle-gimbap, a banana milk, and a Vitamin C drink each time he comes in.
2. His name is Oh Sehun -- Minseok found that out by checking his debit card while running the payment through the register.
3. Sehun is stopping by the store on his way home from dance practice -- this information Sehun himself had offered.
Minseok and Sehun chat sometimes, when there aren’t any other customers waiting to check out. The conversations are pretty basic, but even so Minseok finds himself feeling disappointed when Sehun leaves. He wishes Sehun would stay a little longer, talk a little more, maybe sit at the food counter next to the register and let Minseok feed him the stale pastries employees get for free. It’s all just idle daydreaming, and Minseok knows he’s being silly, but it’s something to keep him amused as the hours stretch on long past midnight and into the morning.
On February fourteenth, Minseok finds another thing to add to the list of things he knows about his favorite customer: apparently, Sehun has a girlfriend.
Honestly, Minseok completely forgets that it’s Valentine’s Day until he notices Sehun pausing next to the front display of chocolates and pepero cookies instead of making his usual beeline to the refrigerated section in back. Most of the panicked last-minute rush for chocolates had happened earlier in the day, meaning that Minseok had missed the indicative increase in sales that would have helped him remember what day it is. After all, a 10 p.m. convenience store run for cheap chocolates won’t do much in the face of rage over a forgotten gift.
So seeing Sehun at the display sends a jolt of realization through Minseok. Oh, it’s Valentine’s Day. Oh, Sehun is looking for something to buy. Oh, that means Sehun most likely has a girlfriend.
Oh.
Damn.
Despite knowing that realistically nothing would come from his interactions with Sehun, it had still been fun to indulge in his little fantasies. Minseok swallows down his irrational disappointment and smiles back when Sehun turns toward the counter.
“Which one would you recommend?” Sehun asks, gesturing to the sad remnants of the Valentine’s display.
Minseok hums and abandons the inventory sheet he had been checking over to come join Sehun by the candy.
“Well,” Minseok says, “the Ferrero Rochers in the heart-shaped box are quite popular.”
Sehun huffs lightly -- cutely -- and crosses his arms. He’s not wearing a beanie today, and there is a button-up shirt beneath his puffy jacket rather than one of the t-shirts he usually sports. It’s not that much of a change from normal, but Minseok can’t help but think that Sehun looks especially nice today.
“No, I mean which one would you get?” Sehun insists. Minseok half-expects him to stamp a foot.
Minseok bites back a laugh and makes a great show of inspecting the display. He considers all the different candies one at a time, before finally pointing to the array of normal-sized pepero arranged at the foot of a line of jumbo boxes.
“I would get these,” Minseok says with a decisive nod. “Because they’re on sale. One plus one, it’s a great deal.”
Sehun lets out a sound halfway between disbelief and amusement. He raises an arm, presumably to punch Minseok in the shoulder, then stops himself. Minseok can see the moment of crap I don’t actually really know this guy that well I probably shouldn’t punch him realization play out on Sehun’s face, and he wishes Sehun had gone through with it anyway. It’s true that they aren’t close, but what small friendship they have has always felt comfortable. Sehun’s hesitation feels like the first stones in a potential wall between them. Minseok feels a stab of irrational panic, and hurries to find a way to break the stones back down again.
“This one,” Minseok says, after another hasty survey of the display. He pulls out a box with a picture on the front of chocolates in the shape of seashells. The box is on the smaller side, and the brand name on it is written in English letters. Minseok holds it out for Sehun to see. “They taste better than Ferrero Rochers, in my opinion.” That’s a lie -- Minseok has never actually tried the seashell candies. He figures, though, that at the very least Sehun’s girlfriend will probably find them cute.
Sehun reaches out and takes the box from Minseok. He regards it for a second, his tongue peeking out and running along chapped lips as he turns the box over. Finally he looks back up at Minseok with what’s probably supposed to be a smirk and asks, “Is this a one plus one deal, too?”
He phrases it like a joke, but somehow it falls flat. Minseok laughs along anyway, despite feeling like he’s missing something, like there’s more to that statement than just a quip. Minseok would be tempted to label it as falling somewhere close to the category of “cheesy pick up lines” if the context had been different. There’s no reason Sehun would be throwing out a pick up line while buying chocolates for his girlfriend.
“Brat,” Minseok laughs, pushing down his perplexion. “I’m not giving you a discount, if that’s what you’re after.”
Sehun’s smile falters for a brief second before he laughs along. He starts to walk over to the check out counter, so Minseok follows him and then slips behind the till. Sehun is apparently forgoing his banana milk and gimbap today. It’s a bit strange, but Minseok doesn’t say anything. It’s not really any of his business, no matter how curious he is.
Sehun sets the chocolates down on the counter, and Minseok scan them. Sehun tongue darts out again as he’s pulling out his wallet -- not that Minseok is watching, or anything -- and Minseok wonders if Sehun is nervous about something. It certainly seems like a nervous habit, especially coupled with the way his lips pull into a thin line afterward.
Then Minseok remembers that Sehun is That Guy buying his girlfriend candy from a convenience store at 11 p.m. on Valentine’s Day. That’s definitely reason enough to be nervous. Minseok wonders if Sehun’s girlfriend is truly scary enough to warrant the amount of anxiety Sehun seems to be experiencing.
Minseok swipes Sehun’s debit card quickly, and hands it back with a cheerful, “Okay, you’re good to go.” He hopes that his enthusiasm might help Sehun ease up a bit, but it doesn’t seem to help much. Sehun tucks the card away and then hesitates, like he isn’t sure what to do next. His eyes wander down to the box of chocolates on the counter and he then proceeds to stare at it for a few seconds, like he has an important question and the box somehow holds the answer.
“Do you need a bag?” Minseok prompts, raising an eyebrow. Sehun jumps.
“No, I’m fine,” Sehun says quickly. He picks up the chocolates, and then is gone with a mumbled goodbye and a jingle from the bells on the door. Minseok manages to wait until Sehun is gone before laughing and shaking his head.
“Poor kid,” Minseok says to himself. “Maybe this will teach him not to procrastinate.” Minseok might not know Sehun well, but he seems like a pretty good guy. Minseok hopes that Sehun’s worry is unfounded and his girlfriend won’t actually be mad at him.
Girlfriend.
Minseok sighs and picks up the inventory sheet he had been working on before. This is what he gets for allowing himself to crush on a customer. Stupid.
Minseok is squinting at the sheet, trying to find where he had left off, when the door jangles open again. Minseok starts to call out a greeting, then looks up -- and the welcome he’d been giving dies on his lips. He had been expecting a teenager looking for a midnight snack, or maybe a middle aged guy wanting to pick up some beer, but instead it’s... Sehun.
“Is something wrong?” Minseok asks. Sehun’s face is flushed, probably due to how cold it is outside, and he’s still holding the box of chocolates. He all but runs up to the counter while Minseok is still staring dumbly. When Sehun’s close enough he holds out the box, almost in Minseok’s face.
Minseok looks between the box and Sehun’s face, puzzled. Did Sehun decide he wants the Ferrero Rochers instead after all?
Sehun takes a deep breath, then blurts out, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Minseok blinks.
“What?” he asks, because he’s pretty sure he just heard wrong.
“I wanted to get you something but I wasn’t sure what you would like so I came here and then I was trying to figure out what you would like most and you said you liked these so I got them and then I chickened out and yeah I think I’ll just leave now,” Sehun says all at once. Minseok continues to stare at him blankly the entire time, too shellshocked to properly process the situation. While the gears in Minseok’s head are still whirring Sehun starts to pull away, and that’s enough to finally bring Minseok back to reality.
“Wait!” Minseok says, leaning forward. He hastily grabs for the box and places his hands over Sehun’s own, keeping him in place. Sehun’s fingers are cold from the time he spent deliberating outside.
Minseok meets Sehun’s gaze and now it’s Sehun’s turn to stare back in surprise. Sehun’s cheeks are rosy and his ears are bright red, and he’s really, really cute. Minseok’s heart jumps into his throat.
“Do I have to wait until White Day to give you my reply?” Minseok asks with his lips quirking into a smile. Sehun’s face transforms into a dumbfounded expression to rival the one Minseok had been wearing just seconds before.
“No,” Sehun stutters out. Minseok’s smile widens, and he slides his hands off of Sehun’s and takes the box gently.
“Okay, then thank you for the chocolates,” Minseok says. He decides not to point out that there wasn’t much point in getting Minseok candy from his own workplace -- it’s the thought that counts, anyway. “Can I see your phone?”
Sehun’s eyes light up with the beginnings of hope. He scrambles to pull his phone from his pocket, unlock the screen, and pass it to Minseok. Minseok quickly adds himself as a contact, then hands it back.
“I don’t get off work until ass o’clock in the morning, but text me tomorrow and we can figure out a different time to meet.” Minseok finishes his words with raised eyebrows and an overly flirtatious grin; partly for Sehun’s benefit, and partly to disguise the way his own heart is now pounding in his chest.
Sehun smiles back, hesitant at first but quickly brightening when he sees Minseok’s contact entry. He must have noticed the heart Minseok put in after his name. He had felt childish doing it, but he’s glad to see it had the intended effect. Sehun is positively beaming now. Sehun’s quickly types something before tucking his phone away, and Minseok is sure that somewhere in the back room his phone is buzzing in his jacket pocket.
“Now you have my number, too,” Sehun says, almost shyly.
“Well, now you have to text me tomorrow,” Minseok declares, “or I’ll text you shitty pick up lines until you beg for mercy.”
Sehun laughs, the last of the tension finally draining from his shoulders. Now he’s a lot more like the guy who comes in after dance practice, and a lot less like the nervous kid who had just asked Minseok to be his Valentine. Minseok smiles back, feeling every bit as relieved and happy as Sehun looks.
After Sehun promises one last time to text in the morning, he makes his goodbyes again and all but skips out the door. Once the he’s gone, Minseok pulls his eyes away from the door and contemplates the box of chocolates sitting on the counter. He still feels a bit weird accepting candy from his own store, but nevertheless he finds himself picking up the box and heading into the back room.
Minseok leaves the chocolates on the same counter his jacket is thrown across. Candy safely stashed, he moves to go back out to the main part of the store, then pauses and backtracks until he can grab his phone out of his coat pocket. Minseok generally prefers not to use his phone during work hours, even though his boss isn’t strict about it, but he’s dying of curiosity. Making an exception just this once won’t hurt anything. Minseok unlocks his phone, opens Sehun’s text, and is met with a string of cutesy emoticons.
Minseok puts his phone away and heads back out to the register, smiling so widely it almost hurts. It’s 11:30 p.m. and the world outside the store may be dark, but the promise of tomorrow has never seemed brighter.
minseok/sehun; 842 words; pg-13
because this picture exists :| original tumblr post can be found here.
“Where is it?” Sehun mumbles as he pulls back the blanket for about the fifth time and shakes it out again. He already checked the entire area around, and even under, his bed, but the red tie he’s searching for is nowhere to be found. During his hunt he has located the rest of the clothes that had been haphazardly discarded the night before -- vest, button-up shirt, slacks, socks. As for ties, though, the only thing he found was a single green tie shoved partway under his bed. Minseok must have accidentally left it behind when he was rushing to leave in time for his early-morning herbology class.
In the end Sehun gives up and abandons his search in favor of pulling another tie out of his trunk. He wanders down through the Gryffindor commons in a lingering state of perplexion, absentmindedly wondering where his tie could possibly have gone. Sehun only figures out the answer later, after lunch, when he sees Minseok for the first time that day.
The tie is around Minseok’s neck, knotted neatly and standing in stark contrast to the Slytherin-green vest bordering it.
At first all Sehun can do is stare, slack-jawed, as Minseok approaches him. Some of the people around him also seem to have noticed Minseok’s fashion statement, because several of them are giggling and glancing between Minseok and Sehun. Sehun barely even hears them, though. His brain is too busy whirring around and trying to process the fact that Minseok is now right in front of him and wearing Sehun’s tie.
“Is something wrong?” Minseok asks as he slides an easy arm around Sehun’s waist. A group of first-years careen past them and down the hallway, and Minseok pulls Sehun closer to get him out of their way. He also uses the motion to slide his hand into the back pocket of Sehun’s slacks. Someone coughs pointedly as they walk past, and Sehun blushes fiercely.
“What are you doing?” he hisses, elbowing Minseok lightly in the side. Minseok, for his part, looks completely unfazed.
“Hm?” Minseok asks. He widens his eyes and tips his head to the side slightly, but Sehun learned to see through his innocent act long ago.
“You know you’re wearing my tie, right?” Sehun asks, and Minseok snorts. “Of course I do,” Minseok replies. “And even if I hadn’t realized, so far today approximately half of the school has felt the need to inform me of it.” Minseok speaks easily, as if he isn’t just casually walking around the school wearing his boyfriend’s tie -- a tie from a different house.
“Then why didn’t you take it off?” Sehun asks, his stomach flopping around funnily. Sehun might have a reputation for being a brat at times, willingly joining in with his friends’ class-clown acts, but he’s not sure that he could stand having everyone’s attention on him like Minseok obviously has, and still does. “You’re a prefect, no one would scold you for missing your tie for just one day.”
Minseok shrugs, and Sehun feels it in the way Minseok bumps against him more than he sees the action itself. “Didn’t want to,” Minseok says simply. “And besides, I thought it complemented my sweater nicely.”
Sehun stops abruptly in the middle of the hallway and pulls away from Minseok to look at him. Minseok’s eyes are still wide, but there’s a smile playing around the corner of his lips. Without really realizing what he’s doing, Sehun reaches out and uses the tie -- his tie -- to gently pull Minseok closer. Sehun intends for the kiss to be short and sweet, but Minseok chases it up with another, deeper kiss when Sehun tries to pull away. Some of the students passing by catcall, and others glare as they try to squish past. Sehun and Minseok completely ignore them, though.
Sehun’s expression must reflect how stunned he feels, because as soon as Minseok pulls away and gets a look at him, he collapses into Sehun and buries soft laughter against Sehun’s chest.
“It does look pretty nice on you,” Sehun says when he finally manages to collect his thoughts again. He wraps his arms lightly around Minseok’s shoulders. “I do eventually want it back, though.” Sehun is the one to smirk this time, the smile slowly forming as a thought suddenly occurs to him. “How does tonight sound?”
Minseok laughs harder, shoulders shaking, and pinches Sehun’s side lightly. Sehun yelps and jerks away from Minseok, indignant. “Feeling bold now, are we?” Minseok teases, but his fingers rub soothingly over place he had wounded. Sehun pouts as Minseok starts gently leading him down the hallway again. “Let’s get you to class,” Minseok says with a smile. “We can discuss the terms of tie-returning later.”
Minseok acts nonchalant, but Sehun notices the way Minseok carefully uses his free hand to fix the tie as they walk towards Sehun’s charms class. Sehun can’t help the grin that spreads across his face -- suddenly he can’t wait for classes to end for the day.
minseok/jongin; 594 words; g
for the prompt: "Jongin has a crush on his math tutor Minseok." original tumblr post can be found here.
“I’m such an idiot,” Jongin says, letting his head drop to the table with a thump.
“No, you’re not,” Minseok replies calmly, as if Jongin hadn’t just failed to solve three problems in a row. “Your ability to differentiate equations doesn’t determine your intelligence.”
“No,” Jongin acquiesces. He lifts his head just enough that he can meet Minseok’s gaze from the corner of his eye. “But it does determine whether I get to graduate.”
Minseok laughs, and reaches out to ruffle Jongin’s hair. If it had been just about anyone else Jongin would have dodged away, but since it’s Minseok he just sits there and lets his hair get mussed.
“You’ll be fine, kid,” Minseok says. Jongin pouts. He hates that endearment, and the way it simultaneously makes his relationship with Minseok so familiar while also creating a huge distance between them. Minseok smiles sympathetically and pokes Jongin in the cheek. It’s obvious that he thinks Jongin is pouting over the math. Of course he would think that, since Jongin has been painstakingly careful to hide the colossal crush he’s been harboring since he first started tutoring with Minseok. In fact, Jongin should probably be relieved that Minseok hasn’t seemed to notice Jongin’s feelings yet; instead, it just leaves a sour feeling in his stomach.
“You’ve been doing a lot better lately,” Minseok continues when Jongin doesn’t respond. Jongin finally hauls himself back upright and looks at Minseok properly.
“That’s entirely thanks to you, hyung,” he says sincerely. Math is Jongin’s life-long nemesis, and the stable B- that Minseok has helped him achieve is nothing short of a miracle. Minseok, however, shrugs the praise off. “No way,” he says with an easy grin. “It’s because of your hard work.” Kim Minseok, specialist in mathematics and deflecting compliments.
Jongin bites his lip and looks back down at his review packet. He wants to argue, but he had tried that once before and lost miserably. Minseok, once again, misinterprets Jongin’s mood and says, “Come on, it’s not that bad once you break it down. Just get through this problem set, and if you get it all right I’ll buy you a coffee.”
Jongin side-eyes Minseok. “A real coffee, from the coffee shop, right? Not that crap from the vending machine?”
Minseok gasps and gives Jongin a look of feigned hurt. This involves widening his eyes and clutching a hand to his chest, and he looks, frankly, adorable. “Cop out and get you stuff from the vending machine? What do you take me for?”
“Someone who has done that before,” Jongin says. He tries to pull a deadpan, but he’s always been bad at keeping a straight face. The corners of his mouth curl into a small smile. Minseok immediately drops his act and laughs.
“Alright, alright. Real coffee it is, then,” Minseok says. “Anything else, your highness?”
Maybe if Jongin were a little bit braver he might say something like, “A date,” or even, “To hang out outside of tutoring sometime.” But he’s not brave, so he ignores the weight pressing down on his chest and says, “Extra whipping cream?”
Minseok snorts. “Okay, deal,” he says. Then he picks up a pencil and taps it on Jongin’s review packet. “But remember that you have to get everything right first.” Jongin sighs and turns back to his math. He tries to ignore the way Minseok’s shoulder presses against his own as they both lean over the table, and wills back the blush he can feel rising in his cheeks. Maybe next time Jongin will be braver. Maybe.
for the valentine's sexiu project! original tumblr post can be found here.
Most of the other part-timers at the tiny convenience Minseok works at will do just about anything keep the Saturday graveyard shift off their schedule. This means that Minseok is always stuck with it, but he honestly doesn’t particularly mind. Minseok doesn’t usually have weekend plans -- getting fall-down drunk every week had lost its appeal somewhere around the end of second year of university -- and he prefers the more steady flow of patrons to the almost uninterrupted silence of, say, Tuesday nights.
There is, of course, also the factor of That One Customer. Minseok isn’t about to complain about his shift when it means he has the chance each week to see a cute guy with an apparent affinity for ultra-skinny jeans.
The guy comes in every Saturday around 11 p.m., with a gym bag slung carelessly over one shoulder and only the bangs of his pastel rainbow-colored hair showing from beneath a snapback or beanie. He’s got a face models would envy and long legs that his jeans highlight wonderfully.
Aside from the fact that he’s extremely good looking, there are a few things Minseok also knows about this particular customer:
1. He always buys a triangle-gimbap, a banana milk, and a Vitamin C drink each time he comes in.
2. His name is Oh Sehun -- Minseok found that out by checking his debit card while running the payment through the register.
3. Sehun is stopping by the store on his way home from dance practice -- this information Sehun himself had offered.
Minseok and Sehun chat sometimes, when there aren’t any other customers waiting to check out. The conversations are pretty basic, but even so Minseok finds himself feeling disappointed when Sehun leaves. He wishes Sehun would stay a little longer, talk a little more, maybe sit at the food counter next to the register and let Minseok feed him the stale pastries employees get for free. It’s all just idle daydreaming, and Minseok knows he’s being silly, but it’s something to keep him amused as the hours stretch on long past midnight and into the morning.
On February fourteenth, Minseok finds another thing to add to the list of things he knows about his favorite customer: apparently, Sehun has a girlfriend.
Honestly, Minseok completely forgets that it’s Valentine’s Day until he notices Sehun pausing next to the front display of chocolates and pepero cookies instead of making his usual beeline to the refrigerated section in back. Most of the panicked last-minute rush for chocolates had happened earlier in the day, meaning that Minseok had missed the indicative increase in sales that would have helped him remember what day it is. After all, a 10 p.m. convenience store run for cheap chocolates won’t do much in the face of rage over a forgotten gift.
So seeing Sehun at the display sends a jolt of realization through Minseok. Oh, it’s Valentine’s Day. Oh, Sehun is looking for something to buy. Oh, that means Sehun most likely has a girlfriend.
Oh.
Damn.
Despite knowing that realistically nothing would come from his interactions with Sehun, it had still been fun to indulge in his little fantasies. Minseok swallows down his irrational disappointment and smiles back when Sehun turns toward the counter.
“Which one would you recommend?” Sehun asks, gesturing to the sad remnants of the Valentine’s display.
Minseok hums and abandons the inventory sheet he had been checking over to come join Sehun by the candy.
“Well,” Minseok says, “the Ferrero Rochers in the heart-shaped box are quite popular.”
Sehun huffs lightly -- cutely -- and crosses his arms. He’s not wearing a beanie today, and there is a button-up shirt beneath his puffy jacket rather than one of the t-shirts he usually sports. It’s not that much of a change from normal, but Minseok can’t help but think that Sehun looks especially nice today.
“No, I mean which one would you get?” Sehun insists. Minseok half-expects him to stamp a foot.
Minseok bites back a laugh and makes a great show of inspecting the display. He considers all the different candies one at a time, before finally pointing to the array of normal-sized pepero arranged at the foot of a line of jumbo boxes.
“I would get these,” Minseok says with a decisive nod. “Because they’re on sale. One plus one, it’s a great deal.”
Sehun lets out a sound halfway between disbelief and amusement. He raises an arm, presumably to punch Minseok in the shoulder, then stops himself. Minseok can see the moment of crap I don’t actually really know this guy that well I probably shouldn’t punch him realization play out on Sehun’s face, and he wishes Sehun had gone through with it anyway. It’s true that they aren’t close, but what small friendship they have has always felt comfortable. Sehun’s hesitation feels like the first stones in a potential wall between them. Minseok feels a stab of irrational panic, and hurries to find a way to break the stones back down again.
“This one,” Minseok says, after another hasty survey of the display. He pulls out a box with a picture on the front of chocolates in the shape of seashells. The box is on the smaller side, and the brand name on it is written in English letters. Minseok holds it out for Sehun to see. “They taste better than Ferrero Rochers, in my opinion.” That’s a lie -- Minseok has never actually tried the seashell candies. He figures, though, that at the very least Sehun’s girlfriend will probably find them cute.
Sehun reaches out and takes the box from Minseok. He regards it for a second, his tongue peeking out and running along chapped lips as he turns the box over. Finally he looks back up at Minseok with what’s probably supposed to be a smirk and asks, “Is this a one plus one deal, too?”
He phrases it like a joke, but somehow it falls flat. Minseok laughs along anyway, despite feeling like he’s missing something, like there’s more to that statement than just a quip. Minseok would be tempted to label it as falling somewhere close to the category of “cheesy pick up lines” if the context had been different. There’s no reason Sehun would be throwing out a pick up line while buying chocolates for his girlfriend.
“Brat,” Minseok laughs, pushing down his perplexion. “I’m not giving you a discount, if that’s what you’re after.”
Sehun’s smile falters for a brief second before he laughs along. He starts to walk over to the check out counter, so Minseok follows him and then slips behind the till. Sehun is apparently forgoing his banana milk and gimbap today. It’s a bit strange, but Minseok doesn’t say anything. It’s not really any of his business, no matter how curious he is.
Sehun sets the chocolates down on the counter, and Minseok scan them. Sehun tongue darts out again as he’s pulling out his wallet -- not that Minseok is watching, or anything -- and Minseok wonders if Sehun is nervous about something. It certainly seems like a nervous habit, especially coupled with the way his lips pull into a thin line afterward.
Then Minseok remembers that Sehun is That Guy buying his girlfriend candy from a convenience store at 11 p.m. on Valentine’s Day. That’s definitely reason enough to be nervous. Minseok wonders if Sehun’s girlfriend is truly scary enough to warrant the amount of anxiety Sehun seems to be experiencing.
Minseok swipes Sehun’s debit card quickly, and hands it back with a cheerful, “Okay, you’re good to go.” He hopes that his enthusiasm might help Sehun ease up a bit, but it doesn’t seem to help much. Sehun tucks the card away and then hesitates, like he isn’t sure what to do next. His eyes wander down to the box of chocolates on the counter and he then proceeds to stare at it for a few seconds, like he has an important question and the box somehow holds the answer.
“Do you need a bag?” Minseok prompts, raising an eyebrow. Sehun jumps.
“No, I’m fine,” Sehun says quickly. He picks up the chocolates, and then is gone with a mumbled goodbye and a jingle from the bells on the door. Minseok manages to wait until Sehun is gone before laughing and shaking his head.
“Poor kid,” Minseok says to himself. “Maybe this will teach him not to procrastinate.” Minseok might not know Sehun well, but he seems like a pretty good guy. Minseok hopes that Sehun’s worry is unfounded and his girlfriend won’t actually be mad at him.
Girlfriend.
Minseok sighs and picks up the inventory sheet he had been working on before. This is what he gets for allowing himself to crush on a customer. Stupid.
Minseok is squinting at the sheet, trying to find where he had left off, when the door jangles open again. Minseok starts to call out a greeting, then looks up -- and the welcome he’d been giving dies on his lips. He had been expecting a teenager looking for a midnight snack, or maybe a middle aged guy wanting to pick up some beer, but instead it’s... Sehun.
“Is something wrong?” Minseok asks. Sehun’s face is flushed, probably due to how cold it is outside, and he’s still holding the box of chocolates. He all but runs up to the counter while Minseok is still staring dumbly. When Sehun’s close enough he holds out the box, almost in Minseok’s face.
Minseok looks between the box and Sehun’s face, puzzled. Did Sehun decide he wants the Ferrero Rochers instead after all?
Sehun takes a deep breath, then blurts out, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Minseok blinks.
“What?” he asks, because he’s pretty sure he just heard wrong.
“I wanted to get you something but I wasn’t sure what you would like so I came here and then I was trying to figure out what you would like most and you said you liked these so I got them and then I chickened out and yeah I think I’ll just leave now,” Sehun says all at once. Minseok continues to stare at him blankly the entire time, too shellshocked to properly process the situation. While the gears in Minseok’s head are still whirring Sehun starts to pull away, and that’s enough to finally bring Minseok back to reality.
“Wait!” Minseok says, leaning forward. He hastily grabs for the box and places his hands over Sehun’s own, keeping him in place. Sehun’s fingers are cold from the time he spent deliberating outside.
Minseok meets Sehun’s gaze and now it’s Sehun’s turn to stare back in surprise. Sehun’s cheeks are rosy and his ears are bright red, and he’s really, really cute. Minseok’s heart jumps into his throat.
“Do I have to wait until White Day to give you my reply?” Minseok asks with his lips quirking into a smile. Sehun’s face transforms into a dumbfounded expression to rival the one Minseok had been wearing just seconds before.
“No,” Sehun stutters out. Minseok’s smile widens, and he slides his hands off of Sehun’s and takes the box gently.
“Okay, then thank you for the chocolates,” Minseok says. He decides not to point out that there wasn’t much point in getting Minseok candy from his own workplace -- it’s the thought that counts, anyway. “Can I see your phone?”
Sehun’s eyes light up with the beginnings of hope. He scrambles to pull his phone from his pocket, unlock the screen, and pass it to Minseok. Minseok quickly adds himself as a contact, then hands it back.
“I don’t get off work until ass o’clock in the morning, but text me tomorrow and we can figure out a different time to meet.” Minseok finishes his words with raised eyebrows and an overly flirtatious grin; partly for Sehun’s benefit, and partly to disguise the way his own heart is now pounding in his chest.
Sehun smiles back, hesitant at first but quickly brightening when he sees Minseok’s contact entry. He must have noticed the heart Minseok put in after his name. He had felt childish doing it, but he’s glad to see it had the intended effect. Sehun is positively beaming now. Sehun’s quickly types something before tucking his phone away, and Minseok is sure that somewhere in the back room his phone is buzzing in his jacket pocket.
“Now you have my number, too,” Sehun says, almost shyly.
“Well, now you have to text me tomorrow,” Minseok declares, “or I’ll text you shitty pick up lines until you beg for mercy.”
Sehun laughs, the last of the tension finally draining from his shoulders. Now he’s a lot more like the guy who comes in after dance practice, and a lot less like the nervous kid who had just asked Minseok to be his Valentine. Minseok smiles back, feeling every bit as relieved and happy as Sehun looks.
After Sehun promises one last time to text in the morning, he makes his goodbyes again and all but skips out the door. Once the he’s gone, Minseok pulls his eyes away from the door and contemplates the box of chocolates sitting on the counter. He still feels a bit weird accepting candy from his own store, but nevertheless he finds himself picking up the box and heading into the back room.
Minseok leaves the chocolates on the same counter his jacket is thrown across. Candy safely stashed, he moves to go back out to the main part of the store, then pauses and backtracks until he can grab his phone out of his coat pocket. Minseok generally prefers not to use his phone during work hours, even though his boss isn’t strict about it, but he’s dying of curiosity. Making an exception just this once won’t hurt anything. Minseok unlocks his phone, opens Sehun’s text, and is met with a string of cutesy emoticons.
Minseok puts his phone away and heads back out to the register, smiling so widely it almost hurts. It’s 11:30 p.m. and the world outside the store may be dark, but the promise of tomorrow has never seemed brighter.
minseok/sehun; 842 words; pg-13
because this picture exists :| original tumblr post can be found here.
“Where is it?” Sehun mumbles as he pulls back the blanket for about the fifth time and shakes it out again. He already checked the entire area around, and even under, his bed, but the red tie he’s searching for is nowhere to be found. During his hunt he has located the rest of the clothes that had been haphazardly discarded the night before -- vest, button-up shirt, slacks, socks. As for ties, though, the only thing he found was a single green tie shoved partway under his bed. Minseok must have accidentally left it behind when he was rushing to leave in time for his early-morning herbology class.
In the end Sehun gives up and abandons his search in favor of pulling another tie out of his trunk. He wanders down through the Gryffindor commons in a lingering state of perplexion, absentmindedly wondering where his tie could possibly have gone. Sehun only figures out the answer later, after lunch, when he sees Minseok for the first time that day.
The tie is around Minseok’s neck, knotted neatly and standing in stark contrast to the Slytherin-green vest bordering it.
At first all Sehun can do is stare, slack-jawed, as Minseok approaches him. Some of the people around him also seem to have noticed Minseok’s fashion statement, because several of them are giggling and glancing between Minseok and Sehun. Sehun barely even hears them, though. His brain is too busy whirring around and trying to process the fact that Minseok is now right in front of him and wearing Sehun’s tie.
“Is something wrong?” Minseok asks as he slides an easy arm around Sehun’s waist. A group of first-years careen past them and down the hallway, and Minseok pulls Sehun closer to get him out of their way. He also uses the motion to slide his hand into the back pocket of Sehun’s slacks. Someone coughs pointedly as they walk past, and Sehun blushes fiercely.
“What are you doing?” he hisses, elbowing Minseok lightly in the side. Minseok, for his part, looks completely unfazed.
“Hm?” Minseok asks. He widens his eyes and tips his head to the side slightly, but Sehun learned to see through his innocent act long ago.
“You know you’re wearing my tie, right?” Sehun asks, and Minseok snorts. “Of course I do,” Minseok replies. “And even if I hadn’t realized, so far today approximately half of the school has felt the need to inform me of it.” Minseok speaks easily, as if he isn’t just casually walking around the school wearing his boyfriend’s tie -- a tie from a different house.
“Then why didn’t you take it off?” Sehun asks, his stomach flopping around funnily. Sehun might have a reputation for being a brat at times, willingly joining in with his friends’ class-clown acts, but he’s not sure that he could stand having everyone’s attention on him like Minseok obviously has, and still does. “You’re a prefect, no one would scold you for missing your tie for just one day.”
Minseok shrugs, and Sehun feels it in the way Minseok bumps against him more than he sees the action itself. “Didn’t want to,” Minseok says simply. “And besides, I thought it complemented my sweater nicely.”
Sehun stops abruptly in the middle of the hallway and pulls away from Minseok to look at him. Minseok’s eyes are still wide, but there’s a smile playing around the corner of his lips. Without really realizing what he’s doing, Sehun reaches out and uses the tie -- his tie -- to gently pull Minseok closer. Sehun intends for the kiss to be short and sweet, but Minseok chases it up with another, deeper kiss when Sehun tries to pull away. Some of the students passing by catcall, and others glare as they try to squish past. Sehun and Minseok completely ignore them, though.
Sehun’s expression must reflect how stunned he feels, because as soon as Minseok pulls away and gets a look at him, he collapses into Sehun and buries soft laughter against Sehun’s chest.
“It does look pretty nice on you,” Sehun says when he finally manages to collect his thoughts again. He wraps his arms lightly around Minseok’s shoulders. “I do eventually want it back, though.” Sehun is the one to smirk this time, the smile slowly forming as a thought suddenly occurs to him. “How does tonight sound?”
Minseok laughs harder, shoulders shaking, and pinches Sehun’s side lightly. Sehun yelps and jerks away from Minseok, indignant. “Feeling bold now, are we?” Minseok teases, but his fingers rub soothingly over place he had wounded. Sehun pouts as Minseok starts gently leading him down the hallway again. “Let’s get you to class,” Minseok says with a smile. “We can discuss the terms of tie-returning later.”
Minseok acts nonchalant, but Sehun notices the way Minseok carefully uses his free hand to fix the tie as they walk towards Sehun’s charms class. Sehun can’t help the grin that spreads across his face -- suddenly he can’t wait for classes to end for the day.
minseok/jongin; 594 words; g
for the prompt: "Jongin has a crush on his math tutor Minseok." original tumblr post can be found here.
“I’m such an idiot,” Jongin says, letting his head drop to the table with a thump.
“No, you’re not,” Minseok replies calmly, as if Jongin hadn’t just failed to solve three problems in a row. “Your ability to differentiate equations doesn’t determine your intelligence.”
“No,” Jongin acquiesces. He lifts his head just enough that he can meet Minseok’s gaze from the corner of his eye. “But it does determine whether I get to graduate.”
Minseok laughs, and reaches out to ruffle Jongin’s hair. If it had been just about anyone else Jongin would have dodged away, but since it’s Minseok he just sits there and lets his hair get mussed.
“You’ll be fine, kid,” Minseok says. Jongin pouts. He hates that endearment, and the way it simultaneously makes his relationship with Minseok so familiar while also creating a huge distance between them. Minseok smiles sympathetically and pokes Jongin in the cheek. It’s obvious that he thinks Jongin is pouting over the math. Of course he would think that, since Jongin has been painstakingly careful to hide the colossal crush he’s been harboring since he first started tutoring with Minseok. In fact, Jongin should probably be relieved that Minseok hasn’t seemed to notice Jongin’s feelings yet; instead, it just leaves a sour feeling in his stomach.
“You’ve been doing a lot better lately,” Minseok continues when Jongin doesn’t respond. Jongin finally hauls himself back upright and looks at Minseok properly.
“That’s entirely thanks to you, hyung,” he says sincerely. Math is Jongin’s life-long nemesis, and the stable B- that Minseok has helped him achieve is nothing short of a miracle. Minseok, however, shrugs the praise off. “No way,” he says with an easy grin. “It’s because of your hard work.” Kim Minseok, specialist in mathematics and deflecting compliments.
Jongin bites his lip and looks back down at his review packet. He wants to argue, but he had tried that once before and lost miserably. Minseok, once again, misinterprets Jongin’s mood and says, “Come on, it’s not that bad once you break it down. Just get through this problem set, and if you get it all right I’ll buy you a coffee.”
Jongin side-eyes Minseok. “A real coffee, from the coffee shop, right? Not that crap from the vending machine?”
Minseok gasps and gives Jongin a look of feigned hurt. This involves widening his eyes and clutching a hand to his chest, and he looks, frankly, adorable. “Cop out and get you stuff from the vending machine? What do you take me for?”
“Someone who has done that before,” Jongin says. He tries to pull a deadpan, but he’s always been bad at keeping a straight face. The corners of his mouth curl into a small smile. Minseok immediately drops his act and laughs.
“Alright, alright. Real coffee it is, then,” Minseok says. “Anything else, your highness?”
Maybe if Jongin were a little bit braver he might say something like, “A date,” or even, “To hang out outside of tutoring sometime.” But he’s not brave, so he ignores the weight pressing down on his chest and says, “Extra whipping cream?”
Minseok snorts. “Okay, deal,” he says. Then he picks up a pencil and taps it on Jongin’s review packet. “But remember that you have to get everything right first.” Jongin sighs and turns back to his math. He tries to ignore the way Minseok’s shoulder presses against his own as they both lean over the table, and wills back the blush he can feel rising in his cheeks. Maybe next time Jongin will be braver. Maybe.