more than enough ; minsung

the date (not really)

When Jisung arrives at 'Chicken Heaven!' on Wednesday, Minho is holding a place in the ridiculously long lineup. Jisung joins him at the front, trying not to make eye contact with the folks behind them.

Minho points at the menu and declares, "You have to get the chicken-rice bowl. You're going to lose your fucking mind."

"Uh, okay," says Jisung. They hadn't even said hello. "I've never been here before."

"Ah, you disappoint me, tsk tsk. Hey, what do you think about bubble tea? The cups are pretty big, we could share."

Jisung squints at him. He's acting like they're friends, like they have been all along. Are they friends? Can they share a drink?

"What are you looking at?" Minho says.

"It's just weird to see you outside of class, I guess." His skin isn't flushed from dancing; his hair doesn't stick to the sides of his face. He's wearing a big hoodie and cargo shorts, like he wanted the best of both summer and winter. "I've never seen you this... casual."

"Oh yeah. These are strictly for efficiency." He starts pulling stuff out of the seemingly infinite pockets. His phone, wallet, mints, a bottle of hot sauce, two forks and two knives.

Jisung laughs. "What's all that for?"

"Essentials." He gives Jisung the hot sauce. "Use sparingly, it'll melt your balls off."

Jisung ignores that pointedly. "What about the forks?"

"Three words: reduce, reuse, recycle."

"You brought a set for me too?"

He shrugs. "Sure, it's not a thing."

It's kind of a thing. "Thanks."

They step up to the window and order their food, then wait by the back of the truck. "All right," Minho says. "Let's get into it. When is the wedding?"

"Four weeks from now. The venue is outside the city, so we'll have to take the bus. It starts at five-thirty and goes till, well, probably really late. There's a reception and afterparty and everything." Jisung wants to roll his eyes. Of course Sangkyu went all out on his wedding, even though two years ago he was supposedly indifferent to the idea of marriage.

"Is there anything I should know?" Minho asks.

"Well, Sangkyu's mother likes me, so she'll probably want to talk for... a while. Other than that, I don't know much myself. I've never met the fiancé. Never been to the venue. Never even been to a wedding before. Kind of thought my first would be my own."

Minho opens his mouth like he has a question, but then someone leans out the back of the truck and hands him a tea — with only one straw — and the two takeout containers to Jisung. They walk to the park next to the gym and sit on a picnic bench under the shade of a big oak.

For a while they're too busy eating to talk.

Then Minho says, "What kind of lawyer am I?"

"Huh?"

"I'm your lawyer boyfriend, right? Should I brush up on court stuff?"

"I think being a realtor would be more realistic."

"Kinda boring though."

"You can be a successful one."

"Ah, so I'm rich rich."

"You don't have to lie about your job, you know."

"I teach dance workouts in the basement of a gym. I could do better."