A/N: goes for rarest pair fill i think. also, mel, this is simply the result of "you've been approved, lee seokmin" constantly being on my brain LOL.
***
Jihoon doesn’t know how he ended up here.
Well, he always knew being around Lee Seokmin would land him in more strange, random and sometimes outright unpleasant situations that would push him to do the thing he hated most: work overtime.
But this…this is certainly new.
This being the responsible third and sole supervisor of what was meant to be one round of drinks at a pojangmacha to celebrate Seokmin’s first solo case since he joined the team officially as a reaper—one round which was now running into its third hour.
The worst part?
He’s certain Minghao only came along to get a chance to drink with Junhui, who never showed. And yet he still sits, hours later, rosy and flushed and looking almost—and he hates even to think it—cute; making up the second half of what Jihoon had assumed would be an unlikely duo.
So far Jihoon hasn’t had to step in to stop Minghao from hurting Junhui again—he’s been all-too-careful of it himself. He’s been suspicious, alright. Distrustful and rightfully so.
But it’s Seokmin who constantly acts like Junhui’s guard dog, making Minghao scarce from their tiny basement office with nothing but a well-aimed glare—despite Junhui being more than capable of holding his own as he has for far longer than they both know.
Jihoon would say it’s remarkable how death changes people but he wasn’t there when Seokmin first discovered the truth of Junhui and Minghao’s history—didn’t understand Seokmin’s speech on the roof before Junhui could annihilate even more people in his helplessness until much later.
Maybe Minghao and Seokmin were always meant to be at odds, always opposing ends of a balance that Junhui maintained.
And yet. Even he can’t deny what’s right in front of him.
No fists—or curses—have been drawn since the first half hour. Minghao and Seokmin’s chairs are pushed all the way together and Minghao is almost half on Seokmin’s lap, an arm curled around his shoulder.
“Since you died younger, shouldn’t you call me hyung?” Seokmin asks, around a mouth full of dakkochi.
Minghao slaps the table. “I’m centuries older than you, Lee Seokmin. Centuries.”
But Jihoon spies the smile on his lips when Seokmin refills his glass and gets the feeling that Minghao is actually pleased with the thought of getting to call someone hyung even if it is a subordinate..Jumadeung’s newest maknae no less—especially if it is him.
Reapers can’t get drunk, not all the way. So, all signs point to the fact that for all of Seokmin’s defensiveness and enmity and Minghao’s tortured stoicism…deep down they must really like each other.
Stranger things have happened, that’s for sure. But Jihoon still slyly films them, arm-in-arm as they are…for blackmail purposes, of course.
[REMIX]: work later, drink now
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: tomorrow au, reapers, afterlife, unlikely friendships, alcohol solves everything
Permission to remix: Yes
WC:450ish
A/N: goes for rarest pair fill i think.
also, mel, this is simply the result of "you've been approved, lee seokmin" constantly being on my brain LOL.
***
Jihoon doesn’t know how he ended up here.
Well, he always knew being around Lee Seokmin would land him in more strange, random and sometimes outright unpleasant situations that would push him to do the thing he hated most: work overtime.
But this…this is certainly new.
This being the responsible third and sole supervisor of what was meant to be one round of drinks at a pojangmacha to celebrate Seokmin’s first solo case since he joined the team officially as a reaper—one round which was now running into its third hour.
The worst part?
He’s certain Minghao only came along to get a chance to drink with Junhui, who never showed. And yet he still sits, hours later, rosy and flushed and looking almost—and he hates even to think it—cute; making up the second half of what Jihoon had assumed would be an unlikely duo.
So far Jihoon hasn’t had to step in to stop Minghao from hurting Junhui again—he’s been all-too-careful of it himself. He’s been suspicious, alright. Distrustful and rightfully so.
But it’s Seokmin who constantly acts like Junhui’s guard dog, making Minghao scarce from their tiny basement office with nothing but a well-aimed glare—despite Junhui being more than capable of holding his own as he has for far longer than they both know.
Jihoon would say it’s remarkable how death changes people but he wasn’t there when Seokmin first discovered the truth of Junhui and Minghao’s history—didn’t understand Seokmin’s speech on the roof before Junhui could annihilate even more people in his helplessness until much later.
Maybe Minghao and Seokmin were always meant to be at odds, always opposing ends of a balance that Junhui maintained.
And yet. Even he can’t deny what’s right in front of him.
No fists—or curses—have been drawn since the first half hour. Minghao and Seokmin’s chairs are pushed all the way together and Minghao is almost half on Seokmin’s lap, an arm curled around his shoulder.
“Since you died younger, shouldn’t you call me hyung?” Seokmin asks, around a mouth full of dakkochi.
Minghao slaps the table. “I’m centuries older than you, Lee Seokmin. Centuries.”
But Jihoon spies the smile on his lips when Seokmin refills his glass and gets the feeling that Minghao is actually pleased with the thought of getting to call someone hyung even if it is a subordinate..Jumadeung’s newest maknae no less—especially if it is him.
Reapers can’t get drunk, not all the way. So, all signs point to the fact that for all of Seokmin’s defensiveness and enmity and Minghao’s tortured stoicism…deep down they must really like each other.
Stranger things have happened, that’s for sure. But Jihoon still slyly films them, arm-in-arm as they are…for blackmail purposes, of course.