A Hottie for Christmas [Minkwan]

26th of december

Seungkwan awkwardly shifted on his seat, trying his best to not look anyone in the eyes. Especially not freaking hot Mingyu. Ok, maybe he peaked. But only once ... make that twice.

A cough made Seungkwan look up from his plate. Mingyu was uncomfortably looking from one to another, "So..."

"I gotta go", Seungkwan pushed his chair back, followed by a horrible creak. He could not stand the awkward atmosphere anymore, neither did he want to listen to anything Mingyu was about to say. He was still a bit hurt about last night. Not that Mingyu had done anything bad and deep down Seungkwan knew that he was acting childish. But it hurt, first getting his hopes up only to have to realise that you were just being delusional.

With hurried steps Seungkwan left the lunch hall and went down one of the many corridors leading from there. He had taken another path than his best friend before, but he did not know this. Even if he would have known, it did not change anything. Seungkwan wanted to be alone anyways.

"Hey you! Stop a second". He froze at the sound of the voice. How ccould he be so unlucky? Mingyu must have followed him out of the hall.

Seungkwan was considering ignoring Mingyu and acting like he didn't hear him. However, Seungkwan did not have much of a choice, since Mingyus hand was already on his shoulder and turning him around. Curse Mingyu and his gorgeous, long legs.

Seungkwan bit his lip, forcing himself to hold back his usual temper. "What do you want?" That sounded not very friendly ... he could have done better.

"Sorry, I am in a hurry. What can I help you with?" Better. Seungkwan gave his shoulder an imaginary pat. No one could say he was unreasonable mean.

"Ahm ..." Mingyu ruffled his hair, "I ... You look cute today".

What?! Seungkwan was about to burst. Did that kid really just had the nerve to call him cute?! Did he thing Boo Seungkwan was a toy he could play with and compliment him whenever he wanted, just to go and trop his heart the next second?

"Tell me something I don't know", Seungkwan replied in all seriousness. Why bother act nice anyways? "You have some sauce sticking on your lips".

Mingyu hurriedly wiped off the drop, his face deep red in embarrassment. And Seungkwan could not stop the mischievous smile spreading on his lips, when he turned around and left. Serves him right!

After his great victory over Mingyu the mean giant, Seungkwan decided to skip his next lecture. He definitely deserved a reward. Which came in the form of triple chocolate ice-cream and the latest episodes of 'Jane the Virgin'. It did good to watch someone have a more complicate live than himself.

Five hours into the series and Jihoon burst into the dorm. His pink strands pointed towards all directions and Seungkwan could not do otherwise but notice the red patterns that covered his best friend's neck and collarbones.

"I guess you and Seungcheol made ... out".

"Shut up". Still Jihoons blushing face was answer enough.

The small man headed towards his room but at the door he turned around again and shot Seungkwan a measuring look. "You look like shit".

"Thanks", Seungkwan looked himself up and down. What was wrong about his Pororo Pyjamas? Sure, they were covered with little pits of chocolate fudge and ice cream, but hey, Penguins get hungry too, right.

"Get ready, we are going to a party".

"What?", Seungkwan looked surprised at his friend, after all this was the first time Woozi ever suggested doing something that included loud noises, exhausting activities or crowds of people.

"Go wash and change".

He was about to complain, but the piercing stare on his friends face was scary enough for him to comply. He had been living long enough with the little pink devil to know when to keep his mouth shut.

Sighing and whining like an old man, Seungkwan dragged himself over to his room and got ready. He was contemplating to just go in his pyjamas or maybe only change into some comfortable joggers and a loose jumper, but the nagging little voices in his head rose again and reminded him that he already looked puffy enough.

His self-consciousness was somewhat restored, after putting on his tightest jeans and a cosy, pink sweater. The jeans were highlighting his butt, which was probably his best feature, nicely and pink had always looked good on him. Apart from that, he did not have much of a choice, since Jihoon stormed into his room the minute he was dressed and forcefully pushed him out of the flat.

The party was just like any other Christmas party Seungkwan had been at in the last few weeks. Or any other party for that fact, since the only "Christmas-y" think were various kinds of green that were hung above people's heads and apparently justified excessive make outs between strangers. Like they needed a reason.

Seungkwan and Jihoon had not even entered the house, when an overly excited Seungcheol stormed towards them and basically swept Jihoon of his feet in a, for Seungkwans taste, way to passionate kiss. Not that his friend seemed to mind, judging by the eager noises Jihoon gave from him.

Seungkwan grimaced, when did his friend became so affectionate and open for public display of intimacy. He huffed and hurried to bring as much distance between the couple and himself as possible. Why the hell did he have to come if Jihoon was just going to ignore him the whole time?

"Hey pumpkin".

Seungkwan nearly jumps and lets out a very unmanly shriek at the sudden words. A glance over his shoulder and his worst fear is confirmed. Mingyu is standing right behind him and smiling down on him.

If possible the kid looks even more goddamn gorgeous than last night. And who the hell allowed him to gel back his hair?! Seungkwan hates himself right now for the small jump his heart makes when he sees the other. Stupid heart.

He is tempted to just ignore Mingyu, but his usual loud mouth opens before he thinks and he blurts out, "Hi Dumbo".

Either Mingyu did not hear him or he chooses to ignore Seungkwans comment because he does not even blink an eye at the nickname.

"So ...", Mingyu starts and Seungkwan can nearly taste the awkward tension between them, he would much prefer Mingyu to just piss off and leave him alone, but he is not that lucky. And Mingyu somehow seems to be determinate to talk to him.

"I guess we will see each other more, since Cheol and your little friend are a thing now".

Seungkwan fully enjoys the images of what Jihoon is going to do to Mingyu if he ever finds out that he called him small, that pop into his head, before he answers with a short, "Yeah".

"Cool".

We remained silent for a few minutes, until Wonwoo suddenly stumbled towards us and threw his arm over Mingyus shoulder, "Gyuuu". His voice was so slurred, that it didn't take a genius to know that he was drunk, "Gyuuuu".

Mingyu did not seem to mind the extra weight on him at all and only pulled Wonwoo to a more upright positing to prevent him from falling over. At the movement, his shirt riled up a bit and Seungkwan could feel his throat try up in a second at the sight of the tanned skin and prominent muscles. Seriously Boo, get a grip of yourself!

He forced himself to look away and back up into Mingyus face, only to be met with a smug grin on the others face. "Like what you see?"