"Baby~! Can you prep the tea, please? I'm too lazy." Minho rounds the door frame of the boys' shared bedroom to find Jisung splayed across their bed sheets; head laying face down at the foot of the bed, shirt riding up, exposing his boxer clad hips, limbs skewn about.
"Ugh~, c'mon! I just cleaned out the grinder! Why? Are you tense or something?" Minho's shoulders slump despairingly.
He trudges with a pout toward his roommate, arms swinging at his sides, hyperbolizing his dejection. Minho flops onto the bed, grandiose and languid, half on top of Jisung, half dangling off their twin sized bed. Jisung lifts his head, exposing his eyes to the light of their bedroom and Minho's desperate gaze. They both groan in sync.
"My mama texted me earlier. She said she found some of my old records in the attic. My dad had a big fit. Kept saying he "wishes he could erase me from his life." Like, dude, fuck off." Minho hums in thought, skimming over the words just uttered by his younger.
"Well,...whatever. Your dad's a drag. We both know that. And he's probably not gonna stop acting like that till he finally dies, so... He's not worth a minute in your thoughts." Jisung nods, but the downcast in his muted expression doesn't leave.
The center of the bed dips when Minho's weight leaves it. Now, the bed bound boy lies on his back, staring up at his hyung with wonder.
"Where are you going, Min?"
The mentioned smirks and leans on the dirtied door frame exempted of a door at the moment. The boys learned how many people can realistically fit in their one bedroom apartment at once. One night of smoky halls and rowdy young adults was enough to estimate. Especially when they found a broken refrigerater handle and a totally busted bedroom door the morning after. "Boys will be boys," the landlord said, but the two irresponsible tenants couldn't shake the guilt or the looming bill for a replacement door and fridge handle.
"I'm gonna go prep the "tea" like you told me to. Could you open the window, please?" And then he left with a sly smile and sublte sway of the hips. Jisung rolled his eyes at the older's display of tomfoolery.
Few minutes later, Minho comes back with all the necessary paraphernalia; freshly cleaned bong filled halfway with water, a somewhat clean bowl filled with intoxication, and, of course, Minho's favorite transparent lighter. The boys settled on the bed right next to the open window and took turns lighting the bowl and puffing the thick, earthy smoke into their lungs. Nothing's more romantic than a lazy afternoon spent partaking in earth's laughing gas with your best friend.
"Minnie~ I'm so ducking spent~ Can you make us something to eat since you're my dependable, loving hyung?" Minho snaps his head up from its previously idle position between Jisung's arms, almost taking out the latter's jaw amid the sharp action.
"But I prepped the scripture and everything. Why don't you do something for me for once in your life, you slacker?" Minho retaliates in a grumble, eyes closed for the entirety of both sentences.
"Please~? If you don't make us food, I'm gonna...slap your butt." Minho giggles, raising an eyebrow at the younger's threat.
"And who would that be punishing?" Jisung sits up straight, dramatically straight. So straight that his spine begins to curve backward, opposing the typical hunch of his poorly postured back.
"Yeah, you're right, actually. You'd probably like it if I smacked your ass, you queer." The older glares at his frivolous friend with the same superficial undertone.
"Hey, don't be homophobic, you incell." Jisung sputters an unintelligible comeback, taken aback by the hardly accurate insult.
"Can I be considered an incell if I'm attracted to men? Like, is there another word for that?" Minho shakes his head, dazed by his idiot friend's train of thought.
"Ugh, you think too much. Now, c'mon. If you want food, then you're going to help me. I'm done being your maid, you slacker." The boys stand up from the bed, wildly overstating their exhaustion.
"Stop calling me a slacker, you naggy grandmother. I work more hours than you. You're practically a stay-at-home mom." Jisung receives a slap over the head, and they continue on to the kitchen.
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I liked writing this one. Dunno, it felt...sentimental. I could imagine this taking place in Pomona, California, or something. Whatever. It's not real, and it never will be.
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