The Long Game//XiuChen [UAU II]

I / Twice as Shiny

WARNINGS: Medium language

-Day 1; Wednesday, May 31st, 2017-

The dorm door opened, the brunet sticking his head in, letting himself in. "Hey, Min!" he half shouted, half whined.

Before he could continue on, the older man came around the corner, towel drying his hair with a dark red towel. "Before you say anything, a) yes, I've heard about Lu's party, b) Zitao told me even if Lu somehow drops off the face of the Earth, this party is still happening this year, and c) no whining in my dorm."

Kim Jongdae pouted crossing his arms, letting out a loud whine. "You never let me do anything, Min! And besides, that wasn't what I was asking. I wanted to know if you had the hair dryer, or if Kris never returned it."

"It's in the washroom." Kim Minseok said, gesturing to the washroom with his head. "I'm still using it though, so you can't pack it up yet."

"Min!" Jongdae whined again. "You're stressing me out here! Besides, you have that towel." Jongdae uncrossed his arms, moving his hands and arms about while speaking. Unlike Minseok, Jongdae was quite an animated person while speaking, especially when he whined.

"Five minutes." Minseok said, releasing his hair from the towel. "I'm almost done, I swear." He ran a hand through his hair, which left a purple residue on his hands.

"It's purple, Min." Jongdae blurted, in awe and shock of the sudden hair colour change. He didn't move his arms around and such this time, but instead squinted at Minseok's hair.

"Shit, I thought it was blue." the other commented, rolling his eyes. "I know it's purple, I just did it!" He grabbed the blow dryer, flicking it on.

"Lose another bet, Minnie?" Jongdae remarked, leaning against the wall while his friend blow dried his hair. Dae crossed his arms and ankles, letting his head loll against the wall lazily.

"Shut up before I make you, Arschloch." Min scoffed, turning the hair dryer off and unplugging it after a few moments. It didn't take him long to dry his hair; it was mostly towel dried already. He wrapped the black cord around it, handing it to Jongdae. "There. Is that all you wanted?"

Jongdae shook his head, taking the dryer from him. "Min, I wanted to know if you were going to Lu's party. And I'm going to pretend I know what that means."

"Are you going?" Minseok asked, raking his hands through his hair. Purple residue still came off on his hands, although much fainter this time. He promptly wiped his hands on his jeans.

"I'll go if you go, Min."

"Dammit, I was gonna say that."

"So, are we going or not, Min?"

"Dunno. You wanna go or not?"

"Minnie, you choose."

"Non, you."

The two men went back and forth like that for awhile, not wanting to drag the other somewhere he didn't want to go, but not wanting to go alone, either.

"Fine!" Minseok exclaimed, holding his arms out to his sides after Jongdae started whining about how Minseok just had to be the one to choose. He huffed, running a hand through his hair, only to be left with purple residue and regret.

He strolled over to the coffee table in the centre of the room, and scooped to dice off the table. They were left there after a board game was abandoned and never cleaned up. He shook the dice in his hands. "Seven or higher we go, six or lower we don't."

Jongdae didn't say anything, just nodded and peered over at Minseok's strong yet slim hands, shaking the dice.

It was those hands that released the dice, allowing them to tumble back down onto the table. The first die tumbled into a three. The second rolled off of the table and onto the floor, hitting Jongdae's toe.

"Min, it's a five." he said softly, squatting down to pick it up between his small, feeble fingers. He looked up at his purple haired friend, trying to place his tongue on something purple he reminded him of.

"Five plus three is..." Minseok trailed off, biting his bottom lip as he counted on his fingers.

"Min. It's eight." Jongdae informed, standing back up. "Can you not do basic math?"

Minseok pushed his friend lightly, throwing him off centre slightly. "I'm a linguistics major, not a math major." He rolled his eyes.

"And I'm a history major, Min, and I still know it." he said, regaining his balance.

"So, eight is greater than seven. That means we're going. What time did they say it started at?" He reached over and took the die from Jongdae, pocketing it and the other he had scooped up.

"No changing the subject, Min!" Jongdae shouted, walking backwards towards the door. "And I heard Zitao shout nine thirty earlier!"

"Be here for nine then and we'll walk over together later!" Minseok called back over his shoulder. He was crouched down again, beginning to pack the board game up.

Jongdae called out a farewell, and then left the dorm, closing the door shut behind him.

Minseok straightened up, holding the now packed up board game in his hands. He looked down at it, and then strolled over to a half-packed box, shoving it inside.

He completely forgot about the two dice he had stowed away in his back pocket.

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Translations;

Arshloch (Asshole) [German]

Non (No) [French]