Tired Lines; Soonhoon

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10:34 am.

Jihoon thinks he might like to tear himself apart, limb by limb, until he slowly but surely reaches the point at which he can no longer see, hear, or speak. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but also very much in a bad way.

Or maybe he's just starting to question how much he really loves Mingyu.

"Uh, Jihoonie," he'd said within the first five minutes of seeing his roommate that morning. "What are you wearing?"

Jihoon had burned something terrible, hiding his face deeper into the material all while wishing it would just disappear off his body completely. "A sweatshirt," he'd said.

"Looks familiar."

"I think you're imagining it."

Mingyu had just snorted, stalking out of sight, and Jihoon had made the mistake of assuming that would be the end of it.

Now, he's still wearing the article, a result of the combined factors of being too lazy to actually change and maybe, embarrassing as this is, attached to what he now considers his own little part of Soonyoung. He could give up whatever excuses he had - it's warm, I can't be bothered to change, he was just being so nice and I wasn't going to leave him hanging like that - but Mingyu can see right through him.

He'd only been quiet for a beautiful, blessed total of ten minutes, changing into a clean set of clothes and making a bowl of cereal before wandering back into Jihoon's general vicinity to bother him. Again.

"God, my heart aches just looking at you. You're like, infatuated."

"Shut the fuck up, Mingyu. You'd probably wet yourself if Wonwoo so much as considered giving you one of his hoodies."

"Ha, except, as of last night, I've been given a lot more than just one of his hoodies, Jihoon."

Jihoon feels his face reflexively scrunch up in disgust, nose wrinkling and eyebrows furrowing, his mouth half open in a grimace.

"Ew, I didn't need to know that."

"You wish you had my luck," Mingyu taunts.

"Exactly, luck. If it weren't for whatever higher power that's out there taking pity on you and your hopelessness, you'd be nowhere right now. God knows it couldn't have been your personality that got you this far." Jihoon's eyes narrow, irritated, when the other has the audacity to laugh.

"Oka-a-y, Jihoonie," he sings, grinning like the idiot he is. "You keep being bitter and lonely and pathetic, meanwhile I will continue to take the initiative and actually do things with the person I like - things that are far more exciting than cash transaction," he adds. Jihoon simmers.

Mingyu quiets again, satisfied with his remark, but Jihoon jolts when he remembers something.

"Mingyu?"

"Hm?"

"Why didn't you tell me you'd met Soonyoung before?"

Mingyu's expression morphs from one of bemusement to something more cheeky, a small smile spreading over his face. As it does, Jihoon's frown etches itself to the point of near-permanence on his.

"I just like messing with you," is what he says.

Jihoon comes to the conclusion that he does, in fact, hate his roommate.