Ship/Member: Minghao/Seokmin Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: idolverse, convenience stores, author being in love with lee seokmin Permission to remix: Yes
exactly 400 words!!! <33
*** “Myungho-ya,” Seokmin turns to look at him, holding two packs of instant ramen in one hand. The other reaches out to tug lightly at the string of Minghao’s hoodie, absent-mindedly twirling it around a finger. A slight smile hangs on his lips, pushing his cheeks up and creasing the corners of his eyes. “Was there anything else?”
The obnoxious neon lights of the convenience store fridge hit his side profile, washing half of his face in sports drink labels. Even the harsh lighting fails to mask the kindness etched into his features.
“Ice cream. Seungkwan wanted lemon ice cream.”
“Ah, of course,” Giggling at nothing in particular, he reaches his hand out to grab onto Minghao’s wrist, kindly guiding him to where the ice cream is. The skin around Minghao’s wrist immediately feels warm. “I keep telling him it’s going to irritate his tongue, so much artificial lemon flavour. Something about acids, I think—I don’t really remember middle school chemistry.”
Minghao hums in response, not worrying about it being taken as disinterest. Seokmin knows him too well to be offended at such a thing.
Having easily found their friend’s dessert of interest, he turns to Minghao again: “Are you going to get one?”
He looks—silly. It shouldn’t make Minghao feel so much, the sight of him leaning over the ice cream freezer, but it does. His eyes look cartoonishly round like this—looking up at Minghao from where he’s leaned over and into the freezer, eyes lit up not from the harsh lights around them but seemingly from within.
It takes a surprising amount of effort to resist the itch to reach out and tug on the grey beanie on his head for absolutely no reason. It’s a scary feeling, not trusting your arm to not raise on its own and your hand to not grab on tightly at the first fold it finds, a body’s desperate need to anchor itself on welcoming ground.
Curling the fingers of one hand into the front pocket of his hoodie instead, Minghao picks up two packs of Seokmin’s go-to chocolate ice cream bar. “Yeah, let’s go.”
When Seokmin finishes his ice cream barely a minute into the walk back to the dorm, Minghao is quick to hand over his own, claiming he wasn’t going to eat it anyways. He doesn’t know if the fact that he’s telling the truth makes it better or worse.
[FILL] feel it in my face when i least expect it
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, convenience stores, author being in love with lee seokmin
Permission to remix: Yes
exactly 400 words!!! <33
***
“Myungho-ya,” Seokmin turns to look at him, holding two packs of instant ramen in one hand. The other reaches out to tug lightly at the string of Minghao’s hoodie, absent-mindedly twirling it around a finger. A slight smile hangs on his lips, pushing his cheeks up and creasing the corners of his eyes. “Was there anything else?”
The obnoxious neon lights of the convenience store fridge hit his side profile, washing half of his face in sports drink labels. Even the harsh lighting fails to mask the kindness etched into his features.
“Ice cream. Seungkwan wanted lemon ice cream.”
“Ah, of course,” Giggling at nothing in particular, he reaches his hand out to grab onto Minghao’s wrist, kindly guiding him to where the ice cream is. The skin around Minghao’s wrist immediately feels warm. “I keep telling him it’s going to irritate his tongue, so much artificial lemon flavour. Something about acids, I think—I don’t really remember middle school chemistry.”
Minghao hums in response, not worrying about it being taken as disinterest. Seokmin knows him too well to be offended at such a thing.
Having easily found their friend’s dessert of interest, he turns to Minghao again: “Are you going to get one?”
He looks—silly. It shouldn’t make Minghao feel so much, the sight of him leaning over the ice cream freezer, but it does. His eyes look cartoonishly round like this—looking up at Minghao from where he’s leaned over and into the freezer, eyes lit up not from the harsh lights around them but seemingly from within.
It takes a surprising amount of effort to resist the itch to reach out and tug on the grey beanie on his head for absolutely no reason. It’s a scary feeling, not trusting your arm to not raise on its own and your hand to not grab on tightly at the first fold it finds, a body’s desperate need to anchor itself on welcoming ground.
Curling the fingers of one hand into the front pocket of his hoodie instead, Minghao picks up two packs of Seokmin’s go-to chocolate ice cream bar. “Yeah, let’s go.”
When Seokmin finishes his ice cream barely a minute into the walk back to the dorm, Minghao is quick to hand over his own, claiming he wasn’t going to eat it anyways. He doesn’t know if the fact that he’s telling the truth makes it better or worse.