Maybe, just maybe - Minsung

Chapter three

Minho and Hyunjin arrive at the new dorm first, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridor as they walk the things down the top floor. The location is fancy, a small luxury compared to their previous accommodations. They carry Minho's bags and boxes, filled to the brim with all his belongings, into the larger bedroom; a small victory he justifies by the amount of stuff he has as a biology and dance major. He needs more shelves to store his textbooks, lab equipment, and other academic paraphernalia, meanwhile Jisung, as a computer science and music major, probably only needs a desk for his computer and a stand for his guitar.

"Was that everything?" Hyunjin asks, scanning the room. They'd already moved his desk, supplies, shelves and wardrobe the day before. Although Hyunjin and Jeongin were the ones doing most of the actual labour since Minho is still injured and can't do much on his own. All that was left now was moving his clothes and books.

Nodding, Minho wipes a bit of sweat from his forehead as a result of the broken AC. "Yeah, I think so. If I notice anything missing, I'll just come back to your dorm and see if it's there."

The taller boy looks around and analyses the space. "This place is honestly bigger than I expected. It's like a small apartment."

"Yeah, not too bad," Minho concludes. "At least we won't be tripping over each other." He starts unpacking, pulling out clothes and books, organising them meticulously.

Watching his hyung with a sneer, Hyunjin leans against the doorway and says, "You know, for someone who's supposed to be hating this situation, you're awfully diligent about setting up."

Minho rolls his eyes. "I just want to get it over with. Plus, I need my stuff organised. Unlike Jisung, I actually have important things to keep track of. Like making sure you finally ask out Seungmin."

The sudden attack makes Hyunjin's cheeks turn a warm shade of pink, and he looks away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," Minho smirks. "It's been obvious for ages. Just go for it already."

"Easy for you to say," Hyunjin mutters. "At least you're not dealing with someone who acts like a brick wall with a PhD in cryptography"

The older boy grins with delight, shaking his head. "Trust me, living with Jisung will be its own kind of hell. But at least I can admit he's hot. You should do the same with Seungmin."

"Fine, fine," Hyunjin concedes, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe I will. But only if you promise not to kill Jisung in the first week and get expelled."

"No promises," Minho says, although there's a ludic cross in his features. "But I'll try not to."

Hyunjin chuckles. "Did you hear?" he asks, shifting the topic. Minho catches the change but decides to let it slide. "Apparently Changbin has the hots for Felix."

"Really?" Minho's eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline as he tries to stuff his books into the racks of his shelves.

Humming, Hyunjin nods and walks over to one of the duffle bags filled with clothes. He finally starts to unpack and help Minho by putting his things into the wardrobe. "But I'm not surprised. Remember Chan's friend's party? It was our first time there, and we played spin the bottle. That night, Changbin and Felix ended up making out a bunch, all thanks to a lonely wine bottle. Felix was practically bouncing with giggles afterward."

"Oh, right," Minho says, jogging his memory. "I totally forgot about that."

Hyunjin sing-songs a light tune in response. "I actually passed by another one of those parties a few nights ago."

"Yeah?" Minho glances up. "Anything noteworthy?"

"I wanted to tell you before, but I kept forgetting," Hyunjin draws in a long breath. "So guess who we saw leaving togeth-"