The Three Worst Secrets

The Photo Van

Seungmin got a call from Hyunjin before he even took off his shoes.

"What?"

"Minho."

"Yeah?"

"How long?"

"It's been a week and a half. I have four probably, as usual. Why? You want my scraps again?"

"Jisung was NOT scraps. You have the soul of a grim reaper. And yes. He's beautiful, I'll take the shell once you suck out his innocence."

He couldn't help but laugh. Hyunjin could be so dramatic. "How can you ask me for my leftovers and insult me at the same time?"

"Sorry. You evil bitch. Can I have whatever's left of Minho after you ruin his life?"

Seungmin collapsed into his bed, laughing even harder. "You should switch professions and be an actor. Sometimes I almost believe all the terrible things you say."

"Thank you. I'll take that as a back-handed compliment."

"Good."

They sat in comfortable silence, letting each other think.

"... Do you have to? He's kind of nice." Hyunjin finally said, voice deep and hushed.

It wasn't fair.

Seungmin felt his face warm.

He'd been turned down by the tall dancer since the very beginning. They were both tops- both unwilling to be below anyone- which was a shame. As delicate as Hyunjin looked he was a total contradiction in the bedroom. It wasn't meant to be- but that didn't stop it from hurting so much. Didn't change the fact that he wanted him.

"I will BURY my father in disappointment. And no one will stop me." He said after composing himself.

"I know... no, I know."

"Are you coming on Saturday too?"

"Sure."

"Okay. And Jinnie?"

"Hmm?"

"No touching until I'm done."

"Fine."

"Art buddy!"

Minho turned, swallowing the urge to run as Changbin approached him in the hallway.

"Hey."

"Hey! You getting lunch?" his smile was easy and quick.

"No uh... I usually don't eat lunch."

"Oh? Why?" they kept walking, Changbin falling into step beside him.

He couldn't say his anxiety was so bad that just the thought of opening his mouth in the lunchroom made him nauseous. "Uh. I eat a lot in the morning and at dinner so I'm not usually hungry at school."

"Well, what do you do on lunch?"

Reconsider life choices? Look for steel objects? Try and remember what Seungmin's hand felt like?

"I usually sit under the tree by the parking lot."

"Can I come with you?" he was so earnest. It didn't look like he'd be taking no for an answer.

"Of course."

"Thank you."

They sat together. Minho watched the sturdy man eat, embarrassed at how muscular he looked in unfiltered sunlight. Why? Why was everyone so beautiful and shapely?