True Beauty Oneshots

Late-Night Calls Plus Tutoring (M/M)

Summary: Guess who's calling Suho.

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Staying up late was bad for Suho, but he still did it. He was trying to finish an English essay, then got distracted by his phone going off. It was a call from Seojun, out of all people. He expected his mother to be up this late, not some "bad boy" who was probably failing his classes. Anyway, Suho picked up the phone.

"What is it?"

Seojun could feel how irritated Suho was through the phone but didn't give one fuck.

"What're you doing up? I thought you had a bedtime."

"I do, but I'm trying to make ends meet and finish this damn English essay. I actually care about my education, unlike you."

"Who said I didn't care?"

"That failed precalculus test from last week is speaking volumes."

"...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 right now. Could you come over or I could come to you?"

"...Are you fucking serious right now?!"

"Listen, Suho. Either you help me out or not."

"...Fine. I'll help you. I'm not leaving my place either."

"Okay, sweet! Be over in ten!"

Seojun hung up before his "rival" could, leaving him back in his room of Lofi music and peace.

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After ten or so minutes, Suho heard knocking at his front door. He put his music on pause and went to get the door. Once he opened it, he was met with Seojun holding a bag of convenience snacks and drinks.

"Did you seriously just go to a store for some snacks before this?"

"If you can see, then yes. Can't study and all of that while on an empty stomach."

Seojun got past Suho and let himself inside the place, greeted with the smell of flowers. His apartment always smelled good, damn. He took his shoes off and left them at the door before going to the kitchen and making some instant noodles.

"Want some?"

"...I guess."

Suho hasn't eaten ever since lunch if he was being honest. He's been studying so much that he hasn't been able to properly eat when it's time to. But anyway, after Seojun finished making two bowls of instant ramen, he and Suho were cooped up in his room.

"Clean yet messy, just like always."

"At least I can keep it clean."

"...I'm not a fucking snob. But anyway, can you just hurry up with this?"

"What do you even need help with?"

"Math. That's it."

"What section."

"...All of it, honestly."

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

Seojun rolled his eyes as the male beside him grabbed a textbook filled with precal stuff. They started on the first section of the book, working their way up to the section they were currently studying in class.

"...Do you get it now?"

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

"Perfect. Now get out and go home."

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

Suho rolled his eyes before getting up from his desk chair and throwing his empty noodle bowl away. He returned with pillows and a blanket.

"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 understood the concept of "sleeping with a guy could lead to something gay" thing.

"...I'd rather not."

Seojun noticed the obvious signs of Suho being flustered and couldn't help but smirk at him.