feel like im your cat (im your dog)

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junhui is not the type to have crushes based on first impressions.

that's a lie he had been telling himself for the past ten or so years. jun only kept it up for self-preservation, seeing that a trait like that can come off as extremely shallow. but jun surprisingly isn't bothered by that anymore- not when he's absolutely sure everyone else would react the same way he did when he first came across the boy from his philosophy class.

the first thing he sees is a dangly earring. well, not exactly. he wasn't even sure what it was when it whisked by his peripherals, followed by the sound of the chair next to him being slightly lifted from the floor (that must be his seatmate for the first term). so he checked, turning his head to the left.

junhui had been wearing a straight face- the kind that bordered between boredom and impatience. "ah, sorry. i didn't even ask if this seat was taken." and like a kleenex wiped across a dirty mirror, jun's face immediately changed for the better.

his eyes land on something pretty, prettier than him, prettier than the words he could ever use to describe him: a boy with sharp brown eyes, partly shrouded by long black hair that goes past his neck and stops right before his shoulders, a round nose and a face shape that he can only describe (within literally half a second) as dainty. whatever, there's too much to say. bottom line is, pretty.

"i'm not taken."

oh. he really did not mean to flirt (if it even ever sounded smooth enough to come across as so). maybe in the next few minutes. just not-- immediately.

"ok..?" the boy stares at him. he's not impressed. junhui then had an inkling that this boy might've have had too many run-ins with people like him, trying to hit on him the first chance they'd get (again, it's not like he meant it!)

junhui could feel embarrassment prickling under his skin. there was a need to correct the misunderstanding but that's so much easier said than done. especially when it's as if he was paralyzed in his seat. he hoped that the wry smile on his face would be enough to dissipate the air of awkwardness around them.

the boy maintained stoic for a second longer, watching as jun's face fell from grace before his entire being softened and he giggled with his whole body. "ok. that's nice to know."

whatever he meant by that, jun was going to overthink about it later. but now, the boy finally sat beside jun, hand out to greet him. "xu minghao, by the way. nice to meet you."

junhui was obsessed.

-

"you're a freak." he shouldn't have told, but junhui likes to run his mouth about anything that remotely interests him. though it's not like junhui cares about what he thinks. seriously, why should he? they're not even friends.

because jun's only friend is joshua- his soft spoken neighbor that has stuck with him since the beginning of time (in other words, ever since he moved to america). this was just jeonghan, shua's boyfriend. and junhui refuses to label him as anything past the term acquaintances.

but jeonghan was still joshua's person as much as he was joshua's best friend. these days it seems jeonghan is even more welcome to be at their hangout place now that it's been blurred along the lines of place where they hang out and place where the two older boys mess around, much to junhui's discomfort.

"there's nothing i've done to haohao that could make you say that," he's sure of this.

"you just did."

he pauses. "what?"

"who the hell are you calling haohao?" jeonghan asks, eyes narrowed at him. "does he even know that you call him that?"