The Great Pretender

First Date

Seunghyun loved Sundays. If they got a day off that week, more than likely, it fell on a Sunday. Daesung and Youngbae would take off to church, and Seungri would vanish somewhere with his own set of friends. And Seunghyun would spend the whole day trying to beat his own record for laziness. He'd sleep in till well past noon, then migrate out to the couch and spend the rest of the day lounging in his pajamas.

Today was no different. He had a can of coke in one hand, a half-eaten bag of chips perched on his belly, and a small pile of shiny candy wrappers littering the floor. There was nothing on TV to speak of so he'd popped in Oldboy for the millionth time. He had everything he needed for a mindless day of relaxation, the dorm all to himself.

Or so he thought. He forgot to account for Jiyong.

He'd just made it to the part where Daesu was doling out some serious carnage when Jiyong came strolling into the living room. He padded over to the couch, eyes on the screen. "Oldboy?"

Seunghyun grunted in lieu of a yes. Jiyong tapped on Seunghyun's shin till he raised his feet, plopping down onto the couch cushion where he then pulled Seunghyun's feet down into his lap. "We've watched this so many times," he said. "Aren't you sick of it?"

Seunghyun grunted again. "Nothing else on."

Jiyong was quiet then. He sat with Seunghyun, watching the movie, fingers tapping a gentle rhythm against Seunghyun's ankle while Daesu clobbered a swarm of men with his hammer. Seunghyun fished out a chip, munching loudly as a man screamed in agony on the screen. He wiped his hand over his chest a couple times to get rid of the crumbs.

Jiyong let out a soft laugh. "Classy."

Seunghyun shrugged. He took a big gulp of his coke before returning to his chips. He tried to focus on the movie, but Jiyong was still gazing over at him, chewing on his lower lip. Seunghyun felt the words coming before Jiyong even said them.

"I'm bored."

Seunghyun didn't say anything to that. Best not to engage. He knew what Jiyong was angling for, but he had a date with the couch, and he intended to keep it.

But Jiyong was equally determined not to be ignored. "I'm bored," he whined, pushing at Seunghyun's leg, kneading into it like a cat. "Let's go out."

Seunghyun sank further down into the cushion, trying to merge with it out of sheer force of will. He wasn't going anywhere. "Go without me."

"Please?"

"No way. I'm staying right here. I might get up later to piss, but other than that, I'm not moving."

Seunghyun could see Jiyong's pout out of the corner of his eye. "You suck," Jiyong said. "I take it back, you're a horrible boyfriend."

Seunghyun chuckled, his eyes flashing over to Jiyong before he could stop them. "I thought that was just for last night."

"It will be if you don't take me out! 'Cause I'm gonna dump you!"

Seunghyun snickered at the way Jiyong's pout deepened, bottom lip pushed out. He looked adorable like that, balled up on the couch with Seunghyun's feet cuddled in his lap, face scrunched up in the frown of a child who wasn't getting his way. Seunghyun grinned in spite of himself, his plans of epic slothfulness circling down the drain. "What did you have in mind?"

His words flicked a switch behind Jiyong's expression, changing his frown into a wide, beaming grin so fast it left Seunghyun breathless.

"I don't know," Jiyong said, excited. "We'll figure it out." He started bouncing in his seat and shoving at Seunghyun's legs, trying to push him off the couch. "Get dressed."