Crack Addict

Jungle Juice and Sunday Roast

Minho hates when Jisung calls him bro. Hates his stupid Supreme shirt that he wears with his stupid little choker that hugs his stupid throat so snugly. He knows he should stop staring, and go back to stirring the pot. The literal pot of gravy he's cooking, not the metaphorical pot, though stirring that can always come later.

The staring is getting a bit much but god Jisung is just so stupidly hot Minho wants to tear his hair out.

Felix welcomes Jisung into the small apartment he now shares with Hyunjin, gesturing to the lounge where everybody, aside from Minho in the kitchen, has gathered. It's an impromptu housewarming party to celebrate the couple's big move.

"Are you supposed to look like the lovechild of a race car driver and a fuckboy? This isn't a costume party dude," Hyunjin laughs at Jisung, handing him a glass of whatever the fuck was in the jungle juice concoction he and Felix had come up with.

Hyunjin and Felix have moved into their own place after a couple of years of dating and many more pretending they weren't disgustingly in love. Frankly it was insufferable, not only did Minho have to work with them rubbing their undying love and affection in his face, but he also lived with them.

Lived past tense.

Now, Minho has moved into the loft apartment above his dance studio where he works with Hyunjin and Felix. The loft became vacant right around the 13th time Minho walked in on Hyunjin fucking Felix against their kitchen counter, which he believes is all but a serendipitous series of events that meant even the cosmos knew it was time for them to all part ways and get a bit of space.

Don't get him wrong, he has nothing against voyeurism or exhibitionism. Had he been invited, he wouldn't have minded watching those two go at it in all honesty, it wouldn't be the first time I mean they've all fucked around at some point, it's just the nature of queer friend groups.

In that particular instance however, Minho did not appreciate their enthusiastic raw dogging on his kitchen counter when he was rushing to get coffee before an important meeting for work.

Everybody is already here, Jisung is just late, as per usual. Minho has been here for hours cooking food and cleaning up, because god love them but Hyunjin and Felix can't be trusted.

They're good at entertaining, they're just not good at "entertaining".

Because of the pandemic, Felix hasn't been home for years, so Minho has made a roast lamb dinner for everybody. It has become a bit of a tradition now, every other Sunday to do a big roast for everybody, even though Minho doesn't live with them anymore he wanted to continue it to ease Felix's homesickness. Not because he cares about any of them, don't be ridiculous.

This week's Sunday roast happens to coincide with the big move, so it's a dual purpose party. At least that is the excuse Hyunjin and Felix gave to put up their party lights and make jungle juice. "It's a public holiday on Monday so everybody can get drunk without worrying about work Hyung! It's perfect!" is what Felix said.

Minho goes back to stirring the pot of gravy, tearing his eyes away from Jisung. Not before giving Seungmin a dirty look. No reason, he just can.

"Hyunjin come on, Han always looks like a fuckboy, he's just fulfilling his duty as the resident het of the group wearing the obnoxious supreme. It's a nice touch I say," a surprisingly complimentary comment from Jeongin, the youngest of their group of eight, sat on his perch on the arm of the couch like a judgemental house cat.

"Plus it makes him look extra punchable, counteracts the cuteness-aggression from his stupid squishy quokka cheeks."

Complimentary? Nevermind.