An Oppa I Know (High School AU oneshot: Accompaniment to Bubble Pop)
Title: An Oppa I Know
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): U-Bomb, ZiKyung, hints of JongKey, KiWoon, and JongKi
Summary: Personally, Minhyuk thinks Yukwon has too many hyungs.
A/N: LOLOL, Bomb's life is so hard. Because everyone wants Kitty, amirite? ;A; I guess you guys could consider this Bomb's POV of Bubble Pop, only most of the events happen earlier on than Bubble Pop. But yeah, so Bomb, Taeil, and Jaehyo are all second years and thus in the same grade as Jjong, Kwang, and Hongki. Kitty, Kyung, and Zico are first years. PO is still in eighth grade. And I'm sure you guys all know how when you're with different groups of friends, you don't always talk about your other groups of friends? Or think about them? Because different friends are just different, y'know? Especially when you're on teams and stuff, and that's how it is here if any of you guys are just wondering why Minhyuk never comes up in WFLT if he spends so much time with Kwang and Jjong. Same-grade friends kind of come in different groups than friends you make in teams, bands, choirs, etc, right? ^-^
It’s not that he has anything against commitment. He’s realistic, Minhyuk is. He’s only a second year in high school, in the upper echelons of society, so what hardships has he really gone through? He has nothing against commitment, is rather fond of commitment, looks forward to commitment some day with a girl or a boy-whichever one it happens to be with since Minhyuk is fine with either-and even has friends who are in the midst of commitment. It works great for them, so that’s great for them.
Minhyuk, though, personally, is going to put commitment on hold for a couple of years. High school is when you’re supposed to have the last of your fun before you have to become an adult, and everyone has different ways to max out that fun. Minhyuk just is of the opinion that he’ll be able to make the greatest use of his fun quota if he puts commitment off until later on.
He doesn’t have anything against it or anything.
Yes-yes, I’m a playboy
“You’re trying out?” Kikwang asks with a smile, when Minhyuk catches the other boy at his locker. He slings an arm around Kikwang’s waist loosely (he can feel the rippling muscle underneath) and pins himself right against the other boy.
Minhyuk smiles back. “’Course. Go easy on me, ‘kay?”
Kikwang’s smile brightens even more and his eyes curve into crescents, close to vanishing. He laughs and Minhyuk feels his own smile widen as Kikwang pats Minhyuk between the shoulder blades. “It’s up to Doojoonie-hyung and Yoseobie-hyung, though-not me,” he says, playfully apologetic as he steps a bit out of Minhyuk’s hold and reaches into his locker for a notebook.
Minhyuk watches a few steps back, how Kikwang’s rolled up sleeves strain a little bit against his arms when he reaches out to grab a textbook, how when Minhyuk had his arm around Kikwang’s waist he could already feel wiry abs against the palm of his hand when he flattened it against Kikwang’s stomach. He met him on the first day of school, in the first period, and as it turns out, has a total of three periods throughout the day with him.
Kikwang is eye-smiles and full lips and wiry muscle, and someone that Minhyuk doesn’t have to worry about getting serious with because Kikwang has his own interests and Minhyuk isn’t one of them-with Kikwang it’s always innocent flirting at the most, and a comfortable friendship the rest of the time.
(Bad guy) Yo no soy
Minhyuk is never at his locker for more than a minute before he’s almost crushed into his metal locker door by a blur of three-tone blond and muscle that’s not quite as wiry as Kikwang’s-but contours that feel nice and hard anyway against Minhyuk’s body when they collide. If Minhyuk is always with Kikwang at Kikwang’s locker, then Jonghyun is always with Minhyuk and Minhyuk’s locker. Normally after school, sometimes before school, and sometimes during school.
“Why can’t you do swim team instead?” Jonghyun says, bumping his hip against Minhyuk’s. “Soccer is for ugly people.”
Minhyuk bites his lip when he smiles at the other boy, raising an eyebrow at him.
Jonghyun grins back. “We have sexier people-I swear. Choi Minho’s on swim-he’s hot, right?”
Minhyuk shrugs, putting in his math textbook and taking out a binder. “Not really my type.”
“Humans are your type,” Jonghyun says, snorting. “And Minho is definitely a human. Seriously, you should swim instead-you were already on the soccer team at your old school. Try something new.”
“I like soccer,” Minhyuk says pointedly, grinning at Jonghyun and tapping the other boy’s stomach lightly with the back of his hand.
It’s Jonghyun’s turn to shrug, and smile. “Fine-but don’t say I didn’t tell you, ‘kay? Everyone on that team’s paired up. You could at least try track. They get the hottest coaches.”
Minhyuk stops in the middle of digging through his backpack for his history folder so he can clip it into the binder at the top of his locker. He glances up at Jonghyun. “What-you mean that one who teaches freshman lit? He’s a track coach too, right?”
Jonghyun stares. “Don’t tell me he’s not your type too,” Jonghyun says incredulously. “He’s everyone’s type.”
“His lips are hot,” Minhyuk says absently, eyes searching down the hallway, and then up the hallway, and then around the hallway, and then back onto Jonghyun. “But I like Kikwangie’s better.” He smiles at the same time that Jonghyun snorts again.
Jonghyun raises his eyebrows. “Looking for your boyfriend?”
Minhyuk laughs, “He’s not my boyfriend.” He turns his body slightly to search one more time down the hallway because it’s after school and it’s almost fifteen past three and it’s usually always around this time but for some reason today it-
It’s different these days
There’s that feeling, right?
Lust at first sight?
It’s the feeling that Minhyuk loves to have, but doesn’t have towards a lot of people. He appreciates everyone who’s attractive and that ends up being most everyone because Minhyuk usually always finds himself surrounded by attractive people-attractive like Kikwang, attractive like Jonghyun. But no matter how heavily Minhyuk flirts with either of them, it doesn’t mean he feels anything towards them. There’s a fine line between fooling around and whoring around and Minhyuk likes to think that he’s rather selective about the latter.
He always has countless numbers to flirt with and they’re ever-changing from day to day. But lust at first sight is different-it’s a little bit more special because talking and touching is one thing, but perfect physical compatibility is a completely different thing altogether and Minhyuk thinks that’s something of pretty high value.
And things of pretty high value are supposed to be protected right? (Kept in safes and locked away and surrounded by high-tech lazer beams and guarded by Dobermans with sharp teeth, right?)
Then one day, a strange man
“Jonghyun-ah,” Minhyuk says, not facing Jonghyun at all and instead staring straight down all the way to the end of the hallway. “Who’s that?”
The other boy comes to stand level beside Minhyuk and follows Minhyuk’s gaze down the hall, narrowing his eyes and trying to get a better look. “Who-what-you mean the guy that Yukwon is talking to? The third year?”
Minhyuk glances at Jonghyun.
“That’s Junhyung-hyung,” Jonghyun says, sounding a little bit surprised as he meets Minhyuk’s gaze. “Yong Junhyung-hyung. He’s on the soccer team-you don’t know him?”
“No,” Minhyuk says, stuffing the last of his books into his locker and the last of his binders into his backpack. He slams his locker shut, and clicks on his lock. “But I’m about to.”
Approached her and surprised her
He sneaks his arms around Yukwon’s waist first, pulling him away from the third year and up against Minhyuk’s chest. The second year’s head rests on Yukwon’s shoulder and whatever uneasiness bloomed in Minhyuk when he first saw Yukwon and Junhyung in close (far too close) proximity dies neatly and efficiently when Junhyung’s expression turns from confused to deeply confused. “Hey, hyung,” Yukwon says, turning his head and smiling.
Minhyuk meets Junhyung’s eyes (still confused-and, Minhyuk personally thinks, not as attractive as Minhyuk’s own eyes). “Who’s this?” he asks politely, tightening his arms around Yukwon’s waist as he raises his eyebrows at the older boy.
“Oh-I’m-”
“Junhyung-sunbaenim,” Yukwon says brightly. “Junhyung-hyung,” he says again, laughing a little bit sheepishly and meeting Junhyung’s gaze (who smiles back, except Minhyuk thinks that Junhyung probably doesn’t realize that he’s smiling at something with lazer beams and Dobermans surrounding it). “I was just asking him about stuff that we’ll have to do for the tryouts-y’know, to prepare.”
The third year holds out his hand towards Minhyuk, and Minhyuk lets go of Yukwon for just enough seconds to shake it and bow a full ninety degrees to the older boy. “It shouldn’t be too tough if you guys know what you’re doing,” Junhyung says, shaking Minhyuk’s hand firmly and offering a small smile.
“We’ll be sure to know what we’re doing, then,” Minhyuk says, smiling back, and hooking his thumbs pointedly into Yukwon’s belt. The first year shifts (squirms) a little uncomfortably, frowning at Minhyuk and darting his eyes significantly back towards Junhyung. Minhyuk raises his eyebrows and shrugs a shoulder in response.
Junhyung no longer looks confused-his eyes are boring holes into Minhyuk’s hands and where they’re placed on Yukwon’s body. “Um,” the third year says, “yeah. I’ll just-” his head turns slightly and Minhyuk watches as Junhyung catches sight of Jonghyun, looking almost relieved to see someone else in the hall. “I have to talk to someone,” he says, bowing his head slightly at Yukwon and then backtracking towards Jonghyun (who is still standing next to Minhyuk’s locker).
As soon as Junhyung and Jonghyun leave (escape?) out the other end of the hallway, Yukwon turns around in Minhyuk’s arms.
There’s always a lot of oppas around you
“What?” Minhyuk asks.
Yukwon raises his eyebrows, smiling faintly. “It’s probably kind of rude to try and get into my pants in front of a sunbae.” He slips out of Minhyuk’s arms, just keeping one hand in the older boy’s, walking backwards until his back hits a locker. The first year pulls Minhyuk along until the second year’s body is pressing Yukwon’s into the cold metal.
“Maybe I was trying to get into your pants and the sunbae interrupted me,” Minhyuk suggests. “That makes Junhyung-shii pretty rude, right?”
Yukwon blinks, and then smiles unsurely. “Hyung, he was just giving me tips on what we might have to do for the tryouts. I was the one who asked him-thought that maybe you’d want to know, too.”
Minhyuk lets his hands fall to Yukwon’s hips, gripping the younger boy’s pockets and pressing forward. He caresses the first year’s waist thoughtfully, fingertips dragging slowly against the hard planes of Yukwon’s stomach. “Was he good?”
The younger boy looks amused-he laughs a little bit and shakes his head. “Wouldn’t know,” he shrugs lightly. “I don’t think Junhyung-hyung’s interested in that kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing?” Minhyuk asks, raising his eyebrows. “The getting off kind of thing? The Kim Yukwon kind of thing? Because either way, that’s everyone’s kind of thing.”
Yukwon laughs again-a full laugh this time, and he slings his arms around Minhyuk’s neck. “Thanks, hyung.” He pats the side of Minhyuk’s face teasingly.
But don’t you know
Jonghyun almost has a fit.
Minhyuk wishes the other boy actually did-then maybe Jonghyun would’ve choked and died and Minhyuk would only have to deal with Kikwang, who’s marginally less formidable than Jonghyun. In addition, Kikwang probably will mean it when he promises to Minhyuk not to tell Hongki whereas Jonghyun, even if Minhyuk tapes all of the other boy’s fingers and toes, will still somehow find a way to cross some part of his body and make the promise null.
“Dude,” Jonghyun says breathlessly, patting his stomach after the good three-minute-laugh he’s just had at Minhyuk’s expense. “Junhyung-hyung is, like, celibate.”
Kikwang blinks. “Wait, no he’s-”
“I meant to everyone that’s not Jang Hyunseung,” Jonghyun corrects, shrugging.
“Is this another hyung I should know about?” Minhyuk asks flatly.
Kikwang pats Minhyuk’s thigh. “It’s okay,” he smiles brightly, “Hyunseung-hyung is celibate too.”
Minhyuk ignores that. “Is he hot?” he continues, even flatter.
Jonghyun and Kikwang exchange glances. “I-like-I guess,” Jonghyun says slowly, “yeah-but-I don’t think he’s Yukwon’s type, so-”
“Yukwonie doesn’t have types,” Minhyuk glares at Jonghyun. “And even if he does, how would you know what his type is?”
Jonghyun stares, open-mouthed, while Kikwang ducks down, covering his face with his hand-his shoulders shaking and Minhyuk shoots him a glare too because he’d better not be laughing. There is nothing to laugh at in this sort of situation. This is dire-this is serious. “I hope you know,” Jonghyun says, “that it’s not like Yukwon’s type is a secret. He’s always with second or third years like Minho is.”
Kikwang laughs, leaning into Minhyuk. “Ooh-he likes hyungs.”
Minhyuk shoots him a look.
Kikwang blinks. “What?”
“Why does it matter anyway?” Jonghyun asks, putting his backpack back on and standing up, stepping in front of Minhyuk and Kikwang. He shifts his weight onto one foot, hands in his pockets. “It’s not like you don’t fool around, too-it’s not like you guys are dating or anything.”
“They’re older than him,” Minhyuk says insistently. “What if they screw him over?”
“He’s only a year younger than us,” Kikwang says, vaguely amused, as his phone buzzes in his hand. He glances down at the screen and a tiny smile lights up his full lips. Jonghyun gives Minhyuk a distinctive look, grin, and rolls his eyes meaningfully.
“You no longer have any rights to speak,” Minhyuk says, leaning backwards on the stone bench, weight balanced on his palms. Kikwang looks up from his cell phone, blinking, first at Jonghyun and then at Minhyuk. “Both of you-since you’re both already dating dongsaengs.”
Kikwang looks away, ears red.
Jonghyun’s eyebrows furrow-the way they seem to do in math class fairly often. “Wait-wait, but I’m single.”
Minhyuk snorts, and this time, it’s Kikwang who he exchanges glances and knowing grins with.
The way you talk to me
Yukwon laughs, full and ringing, in the open air when Minhyuk corners him against one of the pillars in the courtyard walkway. The first year’s backpack collides with the blue column and Minhyuk’s arms wrap tightly around the younger boy’s waist, shaking him side to side playfully. “Wait,” Yukwon says breathlessly, hands loosely against Minhyuk’s shoulders, holding the older boy off. “Wait-wait, hyung-really? Seriously?”
“Ask Jaehyo if you don’t believe me,” Minhyuk grins, and with that dips in before Yukwon can stop him and presses a kiss against the younger boy’s lips.
The first year blinks, and widens his eyes a little bit before smiling back. “Who says I don’t believe you?” he asks sweetly (sarcastically), and Minhyuk snorts-which just serves to make Yukwon laugh all over again.
“It’s not like you’ve never been before,” the second year says and can’t hold in his smile when Yukwon laughs (Minhyuk can never hold in his smile when he’s looking at Yukwon). “Why’re you so excited?”
Yukwon raises his eyebrows, lower lip pushing out just a bit. “Hyung,” he says incredulously. “It’s Lee Joon-sunbaenim’s party.” He smiles brightly. “And lots of his friends are on the soccer team, right? And they’re all sunbaes too, hyung.”
It’s that feeling again.
You know that feeling, right?
That feeling when you know it’s lust at first sight-something that should be valued because perfect, physical compatibility-perfect, physical chemistry isn’t something that comes along too often (just like someone as attractive as Yukwon doesn’t come along all too often), and despite the perfect fit that you’ve just found, there are threats to this perfection.
Threats to take it away from you.
“Why does it matter if they’re sunbaes?” Minhyuk asks, and tightens his fingertips into Yukwon’s waistband.
The first year shrugs-smiles. “I like sunbaes.”
“Well, they don’t like you,” Minhyuk shoots back flatly. Yukwon blinks-seemingly surprised at the older boy’s sudden change in tone.
Is different than your other oppas?
“Hyung,” Yukwon says, his smile tiny and slight as he slides his arms easily around Minhyuk’s neck, locking his wrists against the corner of Minhyuk’s shoulder. He pulls his body up against the second year’s, leans in so Minhyuk can feel soft breath fluttering against the corner of his own mouth. “Sunbaes love me.”
I’m the surviving special interest
Minhyuk crashes down into a landing on the stone bench, slinging his arm around a neck each as he slides his feet through and onto the ground-settling himself into a sitting position between two bodies that seem fairly reluctant to separate. “Hey, boys,” he says good-naturedly and gets glares from both sides.
“We were making out,” Kyung says indignantly.
“Yeah,” Minhyuk agrees with a brisk nod. “I saw. Room for one more?”
Jiho laughs and Kyung grins.
Minhyuk smiles and shifts-getting out from between the first years, and hopping over the edge of the bench and leaning on the wall across. The moment he’s against the wall and not on the bench, Jiho closes the space between him and Kyung, arm resting loosely and comfortably around Kyung’s waist. “So what’s up, hyung?” Jiho asks.
“Have you guys seen Yukwonie?” the second year says.
Kyung raises his eyes, amused. “We’ve seen him-but you won’t want to find him right now.” Jiho bites his lip, eyes glancing away, clearly trying to avoid laughter.
Minhyuk blinks. “How come?”
“C’mon, hyung,” Jiho says, tongue sticking out between his teeth. “Think about it. He headed for the auditorium bathrooms, if that helps.”
Oh.
Oh.
Minhyuk sticks his hands in his pockets and shrugs, as his eyes irresistibly zoom in on how Jiho is leaning over Kyung more closely and Kyung fits perfectly against Jiho’s side. The second year has nothing against commitment-has plenty of friends who like commitment and are committed and it works out great for them, and Jiho and Kyung are two of those friends. There’s nothing wrong with it, and Minhyuk thinks it’s perfectly fine if the two parties involved are fine with it and each other.
But as of right now, Minhyuk is more focused on fun-on physical compatibility and not overall compatibility, and as of right now, he’s just rather irritated over the fact that his subject of perfect physical compatibility is probably encumbered in a bathroom stall with pants and a belt around his ankles, whimpering and moaning and Minhyuk isn’t the one making him do so.
Our relationship is special
As it turns out, Minhyuk’s subject of perfect physical compatibility isn’t locked in a bathroom stall when he finds him. He finds Yukwon already finished, sitting on the steps leading up to the auditorium balcony with his backpack beside him and his cell phone in his hands. The first year’s shirttails are completely yanked out from his pants, wrinkled and creased. Yukwon’s shirt buttons are undone and his belt is coiled up in his lap and clearly not looped around his waist. When Minhyuk gets closer, he can see the splotches of pink and red against Yukwon’s throat and collarbone, and how messy Yukwon’s hair is-how his lips are swollen and his face flushed.
Minhyuk has to nudge Yukwon’s shoe with the tip of his own to get the younger boy to look up from his cell phone. The first year smiles, “Hi.”
“I was looking for you,” Minhyuk says simply. He sets his backpack down next to Yukwon’s, and kneels on the step below the one the younger boy is seated on, lightly pushing apart the first year’s legs and sliding in between them. He rests his arms casually on Yukwon’s thighs.
“Really?”
“Mm.”
Yukwon shrugs. “Jiho and Kyungie knew where I was-you ask them?”
“They said you went to the bathroom with someone,” Minhyuk says and makes his voice playful-teasing-nonchalant. He reaches up and chucks Yukwon’s chin (the first year laughs). “Who’d you have so much fun with, huh?” The older boy tugs at Yukwon’s collar, indicating the red and pink against the first year’s skin.
The first year shrugs with a plain, little smile. “This guy on the track team that Jiho knows.”
“He’s Jiho’s hyung?” Minhyuk asks, staring at the front zipper of Yukwon’s backpack before he glances sideways back at the younger boy.
Yukwon shakes his head. “He’s in my year.”
Minhyuk wishes he could deny the utter relief that washes through him at that (at the fact that it’s not a hyung-whoever it is). He really wishes he could, but if he did that, it’d just be bordering on stupid considering that there’s no pretending he isn’t relieved and there’s no point in denying that because he should be relieved. Minhyuk should definitely be relieved that there isn’t another potential boy, older than Yukwon, who might take advantage of him and his perfect physical compatibility.
“What’s his name?” Minhyuk continues, just in case boys the same age as Yukwon start to pose as threats as well.
The first year blinks thoughtfully. “Um-I only have one class with him, and I don’t really know him so I know his real name is Bang Cheolyong, but Jiho says his friends call him something else.” Yukwon smiles then. “Why? Interested?”
Minhyuk grins back, stretching out his hand and fiddling with the hem of Yukwon’s shirt. “Maybe-was he good?”
“Mm,” Yukwon purses his lips, pretending to think. “He was good,” the first year says slowly, “but I think it was a one time thing.” He smiles a little-uncertainly. “I think he was just upset over something-needed to de-stress.”
Minhyuk nods in mock understanding. “Unrequited love,” he sighs and Yukwon laughs. “Good thing that you helped him, right?”
Yukwon raises his eyebrows. “Well-I mean, yeah,” Yukwon says, a grin sliding onto his face. “Hyung-do you know what he can do with his tongue?”
I gain assurance
“As orgasmic as it probably was,” Minhyuk shrugs, “I’m kind of more interested in what yours can do right now.” He reaches up with his other hand and thumbs along the first year’s lower lip. Yukwon meets his eyes and the second year feels the tip of a wet tongue flicker against his thumb. He leans in, slowly, just about to tilt Yukwon’s head to the left so Minhyuk can dip in and kiss t-
Yukwon’s phone buzzes in his lap and the younger boy picks it up, finger gliding across the screen and eyes scanning the message. “Maybe tomorrow, hyung,” the first year says, biting his lip as he reads, frowning. “I have to go now.”
“Home?” Minhyuk asks, stepping to the side to let Yukwon put on his backpack and stand up.
“No-I’m getting some help in bio,” Yukwon says, smiling. “There’s this hyung that I know-Lee Jinki-sunbaenim? He’s on the swim team. He’s a third year and he’s in AP Bio so Hyori-noona said that if I needed help, I could just go to him after school whenever.”
Just like all the countless oppas you know
“You know a lot of hyungs,” Minhyuk says while Yukwon is zipping up his backpack and gathering his books into his arms. He helps the first year in putting his belt back on, and rearranging his hair and shirt into a semi-presentable state that he can walk past the principal’s office in, at least.
Yukwon tilts his head, looking at the second year curiously. “Yeah-kind of. Why?”
Minhyuk shrugs. “It’s just-other than Jiho and Kyung, you don’t really hang out with other first years a lot.”
Am I just an oppa you know?
The first year’s eyes widen slightly. “I like sunbaes,” Yukwon says, sounding confused now. “I told you before, remember, hyung?” He smiles, then, like nothing is wrong at all (like there’s absolutely nothing wrong about the fact that Minhyuk has to share his dongsaeng with the rest of the hyung-population at their high school). Yukwon always smiles like nothing is wrong and sometimes it makes Minhyuk want to tear his hair out so maybe Yukwon will finally realize that there is something wrong.
“So you like me, right?” Minhyuk says, hooking his index finger into Yukwon’s belt loop and tugging him forward. He waits for the younger boy to respond-expects something flirty, something coy, some reply that’ll put Minhyuk at ease the way Yukwon always does because no matter how many other hyungs the first year has, Minhyuk should always know for a fact that he’s Yukwon’s favorite.
(What? You’re a really close oppa.)
Yukwon blinks and pushes Minhyuk away lightly, waving his cell phone in the second year’s face as if to remind the older boy that the first year has to be somewhere else right now (has to be with another hyung right now). “You’re my sunbae, aren’t you?” Yukwon smiles faintly. He leans forward to kiss Minhyuk on the lips before waving brightly and jogging off back towards the hallways.
Who has-who has fallen for it?
“Y’know,” Jonghyun says, sprawled across Minhyuk’s lap while Hongki comes back from the kitchen with a bowl of fish crackers in his hand. Kikwang takes the bowl and sets it on the table, putting his feet up on Minhyuk’s thigh while Hongki takes a seat on the sofa’s armrest. “You look really scary right now, Minhyuk-ah.”
Kikwang holds a handful of fish crackers towards Hongki, then Jonghyun, and then to Minhyuk who shakes his head-eyes firmly planted on his cell phone. “Maybe his phone’s off,” Kikwang says reasonably-Hongki snorts.
“Or maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you,” Hongki says (Jonghyun exchanges a grin.)
“I just don’t get why you care so much,” Jonghyun says, checking his own phone while Hongki points out the remote to Kikwang. Minhyuk looks up from his phone and stares at the swimmer. Jonghyun meets his eyes and shrugs. “You guys aren’t dating-you guys aren’t even exclusive friends with benefits-no one even understands what you two are.”
Hongki strokes at Minhyuk’s bangs fondly. “They like each other,” he says in a sing-song voice.
“I don’t,” Minhyuk says insistently, and he doesn’t push away Hongki’s hand-he doesn’t push Jonghyun off of his lap-he doesn’t push Kikwang’s feet off of his thigh. He doesn’t do any of that because this is what he loves-this is what he’s traded commitment in for temporarily. Jonghyun, Kikwang, and Hongki can only go so far with Minhyuk because they’re all investing in commitment-in a way, they have to always subconsciously tread carefully, know a limit, but Minhyuk can be here with them without having to think about that.
“Then don’t care so much just over one text,” Kikwang says lightly, and pats Minhyuk’s arm. “He always makes time for you at school, so just talk to him then.”
Minhyuk meets Kikwang’s eyes (his-hopefully-future teammate’s eyes). Kikwang offers a small smile.
“I guess,” Minhyuk says uncertainly, and settles back into the sofa to watch the movie Hongki’s put on.
It’ll be a scar so don’t misunderstand
On Monday, Minhyuk pretends not to care when Yukwon tells him that it’s because the younger boy was out that he didn’t hear his phone. He believes Yukwon because Yukwon has no reason to lie to the second year (because they aren’t dating or anything-they don’t have obligations-they don’t have commitment) and Minhyuk has no reason not to believe the first year.
He flirts right along with Yukwon because, like Kikwang says (like Jonghyun and Hongki say), there’s no reason to get so worked up over something small like this. Minhyuk’s traded in commitment in order to fulfill the maximum quota of fun he gets, and if he stresses over this then everything becomes pointless because stress isn’t fun. If Yukwon likes hyungs, likes sunbaes, wants to be the doted-on-dongsaeng, then Minhyuk shouldn’t concern himself. Minhyuk shouldn’t care.
He shouldn’t care, and that’s what he tells himself-he tells himself that he’s just the hot as fuck upperclassman that Yukwon wants to fool around with and everything is just how it should be. Yukwon has lines upon lines of hyungs who all want the younger boy for purposes innocent and purposes not-so-innocent, and Minhyuk knows that he should just consider himself lucky that he’s always first in line-always has a pass to skip to the front of the line because he’s Yukwon’s favorite.
Minhyuk is just another hyung to Kim Yukwon and that’s all he needs to be.
But, nowadays, he doesn’t think that’s all he wants to be anymore.
You’re just an oppa I know