True Beauty Oneshots

Late-Night Calls Plus Tutoring (M/M)

Summary: One call leads Seojun over to Suho's place for a study date.

tags: seojun and suho bicker like an old married couple, tutor date (even though they're not dating yet), snacks and non-alcoholic drinks cuz they're still teenagers, suho lives in an apartment as a high schooler

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Staying up late was bad for Lee Suho—but he still did it anyway, even if it was his bad habit. As Suho edited some last-minute touches onto his English essay, he saw his phone vibrate on the edge of his desk. He quickly flipped his phone over, revealing an unexpected call from Han Seojun out of all people. Suho expected his mother to be up this late—well, not her but someone other than this self-proclaimed "bad boy" who just got his motorcycle taken away for reckless driving.

With a sigh, Suho slid the answer button and held his phone up to his ear while music played in his background, "What is it, Seojun?"

Even though Seojun could sense how the guy on the other end sounded irritated, he couldn't care less; "What're you doing up, Mr. President? I thought you had a bedtime—"

Suho interjected while pushing his phone up with his shoulder, "I do, Seojun, but I have an essay due tomorrow. I actually care about my education, unlike you."

Seojun chuckled, "Who said I didn't care?"

"That failed precalculus test from last week says enough."

Suho heard a scoff from the other end of his line, "You know how horrible I am at math, Suho."

"Then do you need a tutor or something?"

"Duh. That's why I'm calling you, smartass. So can I come over or—"

Suho interjected again, "What? You want to come over right now?!"

Seojun chuckled, "And I thought you were smart enough to piece things together, Suho."

Suho rolled his eyes, "Seojun, be grateful I'm even considering you coming—"

Saebom's bad boy revved his motorcycle through his end of the call, "I'm already here."

Somehow, the sound was coming from two directions for Suho; outside his front apartment door, and through his phone (obviously). Once Suho hung up, set his phone aside—and turned his background music off, he got the door and opened it to reveal Seojun in a decent fit. He just wore simple loungewear: sweatpants and a hoodie with some sneakers.

He held a bag full of convenience store snacks and drinks while slinging his backpack across his backside, "Can't study on an empty stomach."

Suho rolled his eyes with now-crossed arms, "Did you have to pop up here uninvited?"

Seojun chuckled, "Hey, you said you were thinking about it. And I know how you are, you would've said yes anyway."

Suho scoffed before moving aside, letting Seojun in without any issues (besides the whole 'showing up without confirmation' thing). Immediately, Seojun was hit with the overwhelming smell of lavender being shoved into his nostrils—damn. He took his shoes off and left them at the door before going to Suho's kitchen and making instant noodles.

Seojun looked over his shoulder since he was at one of the kitchen counters, "Want some?"

Suho shrugged, "...I guess."

He couldn't even lie, his eating habits have been pretty shitty lately. He's been pushing too many books into his face; and it's caused him to often forget to eat or just skip the thought altogether. But anyway, after Seojun finished making two bowls of instant ramen, he was cooped up with Suho on his room floor.

Seojun quickly ate his bowl, "Your room is clean yet messy, just like always."

Suho side-eyed him after finishing the last of his noodles, "At least I can keep things clean."

The mischievous one rolled his eyes before grabbing both empty bowls and throwing them away, "I'm not a fucking snob."

Suho scoffed, "No, you're right. You're just a liar. But anyway, what do you even need my help for?"

Seojun grabbed his backpack and rummaged through it before stumbling upon his math notebook. He pulled it out and tossed it aside, "Math."

Suho leaned to the side and grabbed his precalculus textbook, "What section?"

Seojun sheepishly smiled, "Uh...all of it, honestly."

Suho deadpanned, "Not surprised since you don't pay attention in class."

Seojun rolled his eyes as the male beside him finally started to be his personal tutor—just for a moment anyway. They began with the book's first senior section, working their way up to the current section they studied in class.

Suho quickly closed his textbook before standing up just to stretch, "Do you get it now? Like, everything?"

Seojun shrugged, "Yeah? I mean, I think I do?"

"Perfect, so you can finally get out and go home."

"Can't I just stay the night like I used to?"

Suho rolled his eyes before leaving his room, only to return with pillows and a blanket; "If you want to stay, then you're sleeping on the couch."

"Why? Can't I sleep with you or?"

Suho's face flushed at the thought of him sleeping with Seojun. Even though they used to sleep in the same bed when they were younger, it was different now. They were older and definitely understood the concept of "sleeping with a guy could lead to something gay" thing.

"...I'd rather not."