late night coffee and love notes; seungjin

"so.."

hyunjin bit his lip softly, trying to start a conversation, but was met with silence.

seungmin was avoiding his gaze, sitting straight up, tucked into the corner of the booth.

"so.." seungmin replied, his voice painfully quiet.

hyunjin's face fell, and he quickly ripped out a sheet of paper and started scribbling rapidly on it.

okay this sucks
can you pls talk to me because i can practically hear the "caw caw caw" stupid crows
do you hate me or something? it's cool if you do, it's just awkward.
like, im very gay, so if you don't roll that way, it's ok!
also i got an a on my dumb history paper just in case you wanted to know.
sorry if you can't read this i kinda wrote it sonic-speed fast.

thank god, seungmin took the note. hyunjin was terrified that he'd ignore it.

he didn't realize how much the little notes and fleeting glances meant to him until he watched seungmin flee the scene of the crime desperately. he didn't realize how much he'd miss the 1 am conversation and the smell of citrus until ten minutes passed the time seungmin usually arrived, and he panicked.

he panicked in the most embarrassing way, because what did he know about seungmin other than his name and his smile and how smart he was. he didn't know where seungmin went to school or what his favorite color was.
another folded bit of paper was handed to him, and he stared at it until his brain started functioning and he took it.

I'm really sorry. I panicked. Also, maybe the barista is out for blood or something, she scared the shat out of me.
I kinda roll the other way. Oh, fuck, that sounds even worse. I just meant that I'm bi.
You actually have really nice handwriting, so don't worry.
Congrats on the A, I can tell you did minimal effort on it, but in a true Hyunjin fashion, you passed.

hyunjin quickly penned a note back.

honestly i thought my handwriting was going to look like the written equivalent of a charlie brown teacher speaker but hurray

how dare you correctly accuse me of bullshitting my way through a paper i half-assed.

are you suggesting my fashion includes procrastinating because then you are correct
yeah im pretty sure the barista is going to murder us, all signs point to probably. any last words?

seungmin looked up to see hyunjin, "i do have some last words actually-"
hyunjin had slid into his side of the booth and said, under his breath, "if we're getting murdered, i'll go out with a bang."

then hyunjin kissed seungmin.

his lips were so soft and the best thing to ever exist in the entire world.

hyunjin bit seungmin's lower lip, and seungmin hummed in the back of his throat, and suddenly, hyunjin moaned a little. which made him moan, and suddenly hyunjin's tongue was in his mouth. also he needed oxygen.

holy shit.

they parted lips, gulping in air because their lives did indeed depend on it.

"that was amazing." seungmin panted, his toes curling and his cheeks turning pink when he thought about it.

"you don't hate me?" hyunjin asked him softly, and seungmin shook his head, heaving.

"why would i hate you?"

"i-" hyunjin looked at seungmin's mouth, "you taste like cheesecake."

"yeah, its only the one thing i've been eatin-"

hyunjin kissed him again.

"i think you're over qualified to be cool best coffee friend." hyunjin said, afterwards.

seungmin hummed in response.

"i'm asking you to be my boyfriend." hyunjin deadpanned.

"oh!" seungmin exclaimed, "yes. of course."

"you're literally so cute can i kiss you again?"

seungmin blinked at him, "you don't have to ask for permission with me."

"consent is important." hyunjin lectured.

"i consent." seungmin giggled, "now kiss me."

hyunjin didn't have to be asked twice.

y'all I can't stress it so much CONSENT IS IMPORTANT like obviously I'm going to lose my virginity probably after I have kids so this won't apply to me, who gets no action but CONSENT!!!1