"Nonsense!" Chan refutes, spreading his hands wide in welcome. "There's always someone. Luckily I persuaded my own friend to tag along at the last minute too, in case of a case like this. He's right over -- oh, there he is. Minho!" he yells, and Seungmin freezes.
It can't be. There are so many Minhos in the world, and in this university, there must be. It's gotta be a different Minh--
"Lemon man!" a cheerful voice calls, and suddenly all traces of fatigue leave Seungmin's body like a charged spirit ascending into the sky, replacing every single bodily cell with stiff resignation.
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no--
"Wagwan, bestie. Is this my assigned partner?" Minho beams, throwing an arm around Seungmin's shoulder and squeezing. "We're going to have so much fun together!"
--> "Hostile acquaintances" Seungmin and Minho are paired together in a buddy system when Seungmin starts university. With no way to escape Minho, will Seungmin manage to stumble his way through first year? - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33935386
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Kim Seungmin really regrets ever earning his driver's license. A whole year - or near to it - of dedication, money for lessons and practise, for what exactly? To be roped into being his friends' personal chauffeur? Yes - exactly that. There's hardly a free day when his friends don't beg his services, and although they do chip in for gas every so often, and he gains free food from it every time, is it really worth it?
Yes. The answer is yes. But he'll never tell them that. He doesn't mind it at all, secretly. Because he lives to serve a stoic, maybe tsundere reputation... or so he thinks. Don't spoil his self-illusion.
Anyway.
The windows are down, and Seungmin steps on the accelerator a little to match the speed limit as his best friend Jisung turns up the aux and belts out the lyrics, word for word, to My Neck, My Back by Khia. Seungmin's somehow never heard it before, and isn't too keen on ever hearing it again.
"Dude, the whole city can hear your ass music by now. Turn it down," he complains, but only receives a loud groan in return.
"I'm nervous. Hearing the godly syllables of all you ladies pop your bussy like this is helping me keep my nerves at bay, man!"
"And when your date hears you blasting this ear-wrenching madness from three streets away? What then?"
Jisung is silent for a second, and then he turns it down reluctantly. The bopping beats of necks, backs and cracks fades out into the background.
"That's what I thought. The questionable side of your music taste needs to be kept hidden away until at least the third date," Seungmin smirks.
"Just to spite you, I'm leading the first main conversation with music tastes."
"God, if he still wants to have a second date with you after you start the night with something so extreme, he's definitely a keeper. What's his name again?"
"Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin," Jisung says, as if each syllable is laden with the very essence of stardust.
"Well, real talk, I hope it goes well. You know how to reach me if you need an emergency pickup or phone call, yeah?"
"I know, dummy. Thank you. But real talk right back at you: I doubt I'll need it. We've been acquaintances for a while now, and from what I've seen myself and heard from others, he's really sweet."
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