The Three Worst Secrets

How To Have Fun

It was only a week until they were forced together again. This time fishing- the elder men already a few beers in, taking the boat to a 'spot' they knew of that no one else did.

Minho was too pale to be in direct sunlight. His skin like the delicate porcelain of an expensive china cup, and thusly swathed in dark coverings. Rash guard leggings, rash guard long sleeve shirt, a bucket hat that hid his mysterious eyes. Seungmin felt warm just looking at all the stuff he was wearing. It was a nice day though, the wind was cool but not cold, and the sun had been out for a good few hours, ridding the surface of the water of its usual layer of humidity.

"Hey. Min."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, sorry, can I call you that?"

"Sure. I don't have a nickname for you though."

If Seungmin wasn't watching him so closely, he'd have assumed he'd been blown off in a way, but he could tell what the elder meant. He pursed his lips after speaking a lot. Like he wished he could eat words right back up and say them better.

"That's fine. If you want, you can call me Seungie. All of my friends do."

That had Minho looking over, something shiny and excited in his gaze. "Your friends? They- they all call you Seungie?"

"All but one; and he barely counts since I tried to screw him once."

The elder choked on a sip of water and he pat his back, chuckling. "You okay?"

"Mmhmm. Yep. Thank you."

It was nice being with Seungmin. The younger always had an adorable smile for him, or something sweet to say. He was the kind of friend Minho had always dreamed of making. He'd grown terrified of eventually having to leave him though, marking up his other arm with bruising just so he could distract from the thought.

"Hyung? Do you really want to catch a stinky old fish?"

Minho reevaluated the surface of the water. "No."

"Then why are you putting bait on the line? You can just leave it empty. If anything tries to eat a plain hook they deserve to die. You've got to get that stuff out of the gene pool or it's a disservice to the other fish."

He giggled, watching the younger's deft fingers snag his line, pull off the bait, and toss it into the ocean. "Good idea."

"I've got tons more. Do you want to come to "choir" with me on Tuesday?" he made finger quotes around the center word, grin large and child-like.

"Oh, I don't know if I can sing in front of people Seungie..." the use of the nickname caused a beautiful blush to fill the bridge of his nose and the high outer points of his cheeks.

An unusual murmur occurred in Seungmin's heart at the sight and he put a hand against his chest. Weird.

"You don't have to worry. Just trust me."

"Trust you?"

"Yeah. Don't you trust me even a little hyung?"

And Minho did. He was afraid of how much he trusted him. It was something he'd never really done before.

"Yes. I trust you."

"Good. This Tuesday. I'll pick you up around 6."

"Oh- I don't know if that will-"

But the taller was already cutting him off and calling to his father.

Minho sat up straighter at the answering reply.