A/N: This chapter is, as mentioned previously, a collection of moments shared between Hansol and Seungkwan. They are separate events, randomly spread out over a course of multiple weeks.
Seungkwan was giving Hansol a look so intense that he didn't know whether to be scared or aroused. Maybe not the second one. Not right now at least.
Finally, after a long silence, a load of unnecessary tension, and a deep, deep breath, Seungkwan asked, "So are Mingyu and Wonwoo a thing yet?"
"What the fuck dude?"
The two of them were lounging in Seungkwan's bedroom. Hansol had closed shop since there would be a full moon that night and he needed to keep the atmosphere clean for a ritual, so the older had invited him over to his apartment for a change. Seungkwan was lying flat on his bed staring at the ceiling as he thought, and Hansol was perched comfortably atop his spacious windowsill.
"I'm serious!" Seungkwan exclaimed. "They've been flirting with each other for months but haven't told us if they're a couple or not!"
"If they were together, they could tell us when they want to," Hansol said. He traced the corner of the windowpane with his finger.
"But they're together, right?"
"How would I know?"
"Don't your tarot cards reveal stuff like that?"
"No, they don't."
"Pretty shitty cards."
"My tarot cards are amazing, shut up."
"But they kissed!"
"Pocky kisses don't mean anything."
"And then they did Seven Minutes in Heaven!"
"So did we."
"Right. Nevermind."
Hansol laughed. "Why do you want to know so badly?"
"Because they'd make a cute couple," Seungkwan said. He paused for a moment in thought, then gasped. "We should make a couple name for them!"
"A couple name?" Hansol asked incredulously.
"Yeah!" Seungkwan said, too excited for his own good. "How about Minwoo? Or Wongyu? Or Gyuwoo?"
Hansol was doubled over in laughter. "Those sound ridiculous," he giggled.
"I'm trying my best!" Seungkwan crossed his arms in fake anger. "Why don't you suggest something?"
Hansol thought for a moment. "How about... Meanie?"
"Why the fuck."
"Because Wonwoo is MEAN."
"He's only mean to you!" Seungkwan sat up to face Hansol properly. "Your couple name is even worse than the ones I gave you."
"But it fits the most with Wonwoo's personality, right?"
"You've got a point there," Seungkwan sighed and dropped himself back onto his mattress. "I guess we're calling them Meanie then."
"I guess we are," Hansol smiled and leaned against the windowsill in triumph.
"So... are Meanie a thing?"
"Are we seriously starting this again?"
"Yes."
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