svt · junctions

ix. kmg

Nothing matters to Kim Mingyu, not anymore.

Except perhaps his grades.

And his face.

And his dumbass flatmate and best friend, Seokmin.

Ok, some stuff do matter for him. But they're minimal, so they don't count.

Nothing matters to him as much as it should. That's his problem.

Sure, his grades matter, but not enough for him to go crazy about it. He only ever wishes to pass, and he gets granted so much more than that.

His face matters, but he doesn't worry about that because his grandmother told him that their bloodline doesn't get wrinkles until they're sixty two (he might be an exception, though, he stresses himself out more than what's deemed acceptable).

And all he needs to do is feed Seokmin because he forgets to eat sometimes; when he's either too tired to give a shit, or too happy to be worried.

Everything kind of just falls into place from there.

And Mingyu should be grateful, since everything is served to him on a silver platter, but Mingyu, he just... he can't find it in himself to care.

So right now, he's taken not caring to another level as he lets crumbs fall on his favorite blanket while he binge watches 'Cardcaptor Sakura' on his bed.

He's been lying here for a solid five hours, he needs some help.

And thankfully, help comes in the form of his best friend abruptly opening the door to his room and invading his personal space like how that heart does with the brain in those The Awkward Yeti comics.

"Mingyu!" Seokmin begins, but with his first inhale, he starts coughing, "Jeez, man. Open a window or something, it smells like someone died in here." He them promptly jumps on the bed, jostling Mingyu's bowl of tortillas perched upon his knee.

He twists his body on the bed, and cringes when he feels some crumbs sticking to his elbow, "And how many weeks did these bedsheets last you? When are you planning on replacing them?"

The anime hasn't been paused, so it continues playing as Seokmin nags at Mingyu, which consequently made the younger boy miss some scenes.

Mingyu feels his brows tick and he glares at his best friend, not appreciating the intrusion, but he just knows that Seokmin doesn't have a good grasp of what privacy is, so he sighs, "I didn't leave the door unlocked so you could come in unannounced, Seok."

Seokmin doesn't look at him, instead reaching into the bowl and wincing when he takes a bite on the limp chip, "Why'd you do it, then?"

"So when burglars get in the house they can just come and kill me, obviously."

"You'd prefer a murderous burglar's company over mine?"

"You make intelligent guesses, Minnie." Mingyu sneers.

This gets him a smack from Seokmin which was, ow, totally uncalled for, followed by another nag-a-thon,

"Okay, quit being a nihilist and let me join you in whatever you're doing, because I'm bored, and as much as I am disgusted by the state your room is in-"

"It's not like yours is any better-"

"Quit being rude and cutting me off," Seokmin smacks him again, "as I was saying, as much as I am disgusted by the state your room is in, I'm dying from hunger and boredom beyond those doors over there," He points at Mingyu's bedroom door before looking at him and continuing, "and I need my best friend!" Seokmin finishes, saying the words 'best friend' like an aegyo while he cuddles Mingyu's side.