Ship/Member: Mingyu/Minghao, side Soonyoung/Wonwoo Major Tags: staring, dreaming Additional Tags: nsfw soonwoo quickies mentioned Permission to remix: no
Alright, you baited me...
đź’đź’đź’
Mingyu hates the closing shift. When the restaurant is empty and everyone is gone and it’s dark outside and half the lights are off. It’s creepy. But he has it and his goal tonight is to get through the closing shift checklist as fast as possible so he can get home and sleep.
The list starts with sweeping the floors and ends with taking out the trash. He shudders thinking about the latter.
The trash can is located in the back alley of the restaurant. It’s dark and creepy and there’s only one dim light that illuminates the door and barely the trash can. It’s something out of a horror film. The last time he had to go back there, a rat ran out from underneath the trash bin, nearly on top of his feet. He almost hit his head on the outside light with the way he jumped so high. It makes him shudder just thinking about it. And now he’ll have to do it again, by himself, all because Soonyoung begged him to cover the shift so that he could hook up with Wonwoo in his kitchen while all his roommates were out for the next hour and a half. That also makes Mingyu shudder. That’s the kitchen. He hopes Soonyoung at least sanitizes the counters after.
Soonyoung said he would come back. “It’s just a quickie, I swear.” Mingyu is 99% sure Soonyoung is not coming back.
Ding.
“We’re closed–” Mingyu starts to say, pausing his sweeping. He’s stopped dead in his tracks. Maybe he’s drunk, maybe he’s high. He did just eat Soonyoung’s brownies as a snack and now that he thinks about it, Soonyoung doesn’t bake.
But when he looks at Mingaho, he’s glowing in the doorway. It’s like the lights dim and everything around him blurs to the background, making it impossible to see anyone but him. As the door closes, a slight breeze ruffles his hair and Minghao runs his fingers through his hair. It’s impossible for Mingyu to look anywhere else. He doesn’t want to look anywhere else.
“Oh, sorry, the sign said open,” and Minghao starts to leave.
“We are,” Mingyu rushes to say.
They are definitely not, but Mingyu’s going to be here for at least another hour and if he can get Minghao to stay for at least another minute, he’ll stay another ten hours if that’s what it takes. (Hopefully not though. His mom always told Mingyu stories as a kid about the restaurant being haunted at night and Mingyu is totally respectful and fully believes in the ghosts’ rights to exist, he just would rather not experience that existence.)
Minghao has been coming to the restaurant every week since the summer started. From what Mingyu has gathered from Minghao’s recent visits are – he goes to Otis College of Art and Design during the school year (the collegiate embroidered sweater gives it away), he’s a ceramicist working at a studio in downtown over the summer, and he’s not a huge fan of soon tofu soup. He made a face at Mingyu when he asked for recommendations during his first visit and Mingyu suggested all of their top selling soon tofu soups.
Mingyu thought he’d never see him again considering the fact that his mom’s restaurant is known for soon tofu soup, the best soon tofu soup in all of Ktown and probably all of the west coast if you asked Mingyu (and also if you ask the 300+ reviewers on yelp who gave the place a four star and up review. Ignore the white reviewers complaining about the service).
But then Mingyu saw Minghao the week after and the week after that and now it’s a month and a half into the summer and Minghao has still been coming. He only orders the bibimbap. Bibimbap at a soon tofu restaurant. Minghao is a creature of habit and an enigma and perfect. And Mingyu as long as he keeps coming in, Mingyu will serve it to him.
Minghao looks at him questioningly. He pokes his head out more to look at the back where the kitchen is and sees that the lights are already off and there is not a chef in sight.
He cocks his head at Mingyu, smiling amusedly and Mingyu feels his cheeks warm, embarrassed at getting caught in a lie, but too shameless to stop.
“I can make you something.” Mingyu puts the broom to the side and wipes his hands on his apron. “What are you craving?”
“You don’t have to, I can find somewhere else open.”
Mingyu feigns offense. Kinda. He is a little offended that Minghao eats at other places actually. “You’re going to go to another place to get bibimbap that is probably made wrong instead of staying here and knowing that I’m going to make your bibimbap exactly how you like it?”
Minghao raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re not even the one that cooks it,” Minghao points out.
Mingyu can’t deny that. Also, there’s not even enough ingredients right now for Mingyu to make the bibimbap anyway. However, he doesn’t want Minghao to go.
“Okay, but how do you feel about ramyeon?” Mingyu leans over the counter, flexing his arms just slightly so the definition shows through his white t-shirt and he smiles at Minghao, the smile that usually gets him lots of tips and a phone number on the bill.
Minghao eyes Mingyu suspiciously, but not in a mean way, in a how much am I willing to amuse you type of way. Mingyu is hoping the answer is, a lot.
It’s been a month, a little over a month of these small encounters, where Mingyu would make light conversation, comment on Minghao’s outfit, flirt just a bit and take Minghao’s order. And usually, Mingyu wouldn’t be waiting for this long. Usually, if Minghao were any other guy, he would just ask Minghao out on a date. Mingyu is very good at taking people out on dates.
Minghao isn’t just any other guy though. There’s something about Minghao that makes Mingyu shy to ask.
But tonight, tonight Mingyu’s going to go for it.
He guesses Minghao is thinking the same thing, because Minghao leans in closer too. He looks him right in the eye and says, “I love ramyeon.”
Mingyu takes Minghao’s hand, interlaces their fingers, and guides him to the kitchen.
đź’đź’đź’
“Hello? Earth to Mingyu?” Soonyoung waves his hand in front of Mingyu’s face and Mingyu is brought out of his daydream.
God, it’s just a daydream.
“Why don’t you just ask him out instead of dreaming about him on the job?” Soonyoung teases, jerking his head unsubtly at Minghao who sits at his usual table tucked in the corner in the front, back to the restaurant’s entrance.
Thank god Minghao is sketching in his notebook right now. His glasses slipping a bit down his nose. It’d probably be really inappropriate for Mingyu to push them back up, but he wants to.
Mingyu reddens. “Stop,” he warns Soonyoung.
Soonyoung has been teasing him ever since he found out that Mingyu switched shifts with Seokmin so that he could keep seeing Minghao. It was a good deal honestly. And all he had to do in return was let Seokmin borrow his car to impress Jeonghan when he took him out on a date. Not that Seokmin’s driving skills are impressive, but Mingyu’s going to let Jeonghan tell him that one.
He straightens up. “I will ask him out. With time, it’s called playing the long game.” Soonyoung laughs at him, clapping him on the back as a way to say sure, sure, good luck with that and leaves the kitchen to wait on his own tables.
Good. Soonyoung should do less teasing and more of his job anyway. Mingyu puts his palm to his cheek to make sure he’s not red anymore and fixes his hair a bit in the reflection of a tiny mirror hung in the back. When he steps out onto the floor, Minghao is gone. Mingyu deflates, going from 6 ft 2 to 5 ft 11.
Goddammit Soonyoung. Mingyu is definitely going to tell Wonwoo about Soonyoung spending his lunch breaks making googley eyes at his terribly angled instagram photos.
Mingyu shuffles over sadly to Minghao’s now empty table to wipe it down. When he gets there, he notices a piece of paper that Minghao left behind.
It’s a sketch of Mingyu leaning over the kitchen counter, resting his chin on his arm, his eyes open, and staring, and fond. Mingyu sucks in a breath, flustered and blushing all over. He didn’t realize Minghao was noticing. And also, Minghao is really an artist, huh? The way he can capture how Mingyu feels in a drawing.
Underneath the sketch is a note:
I was waiting for you to ask, but it’s already been a month, so I guess I’ll go first. Call me.
- Minghao
Mingyu clutches the note to his chest, beaming, glowing, ready to explode in the good way, the best way. The long game works.
[FILL] there's no drug quite like denial
Major Tags: staring, dreaming
Additional Tags: nsfw soonwoo quickies mentioned
Permission to remix: no
Alright, you baited me...
đź’đź’đź’
Mingyu hates the closing shift. When the restaurant is empty and everyone is gone and it’s dark outside and half the lights are off. It’s creepy. But he has it and his goal tonight is to get through the closing shift checklist as fast as possible so he can get home and sleep.
The list starts with sweeping the floors and ends with taking out the trash. He shudders thinking about the latter.
The trash can is located in the back alley of the restaurant. It’s dark and creepy and there’s only one dim light that illuminates the door and barely the trash can. It’s something out of a horror film. The last time he had to go back there, a rat ran out from underneath the trash bin, nearly on top of his feet. He almost hit his head on the outside light with the way he jumped so high.
It makes him shudder just thinking about it. And now he’ll have to do it again, by himself, all because Soonyoung begged him to cover the shift so that he could hook up with Wonwoo in his kitchen while all his roommates were out for the next hour and a half. That also makes Mingyu shudder. That’s the kitchen. He hopes Soonyoung at least sanitizes the counters after.
Soonyoung said he would come back. “It’s just a quickie, I swear.” Mingyu is 99% sure Soonyoung is not coming back.
Ding.
“We’re closed–” Mingyu starts to say, pausing his sweeping. He’s stopped dead in his tracks. Maybe he’s drunk, maybe he’s high. He did just eat Soonyoung’s brownies as a snack and now that he thinks about it, Soonyoung doesn’t bake.
But when he looks at Mingaho, he’s glowing in the doorway. It’s like the lights dim and everything around him blurs to the background, making it impossible to see anyone but him. As the door closes, a slight breeze ruffles his hair and Minghao runs his fingers through his hair. It’s impossible for Mingyu to look anywhere else. He doesn’t want to look anywhere else.
“Oh, sorry, the sign said open,” and Minghao starts to leave.
“We are,” Mingyu rushes to say.
They are definitely not, but Mingyu’s going to be here for at least another hour and if he can get Minghao to stay for at least another minute, he’ll stay another ten hours if that’s what it takes. (Hopefully not though. His mom always told Mingyu stories as a kid about the restaurant being haunted at night and Mingyu is totally respectful and fully believes in the ghosts’ rights to exist, he just would rather not experience that existence.)
Minghao has been coming to the restaurant every week since the summer started. From what Mingyu has gathered from Minghao’s recent visits are – he goes to Otis College of Art and Design during the school year (the collegiate embroidered sweater gives it away), he’s a ceramicist working at a studio in downtown over the summer, and he’s not a huge fan of soon tofu soup. He made a face at Mingyu when he asked for recommendations during his first visit and Mingyu suggested all of their top selling soon tofu soups.
Mingyu thought he’d never see him again considering the fact that his mom’s restaurant is known for soon tofu soup, the best soon tofu soup in all of Ktown and probably all of the west coast if you asked Mingyu (and also if you ask the 300+ reviewers on yelp who gave the place a four star and up review. Ignore the white reviewers complaining about the service).
But then Mingyu saw Minghao the week after and the week after that and now it’s a month and a half into the summer and Minghao has still been coming. He only orders the bibimbap. Bibimbap at a soon tofu restaurant. Minghao is a creature of habit and an enigma and perfect. And Mingyu as long as he keeps coming in, Mingyu will serve it to him.
Minghao looks at him questioningly. He pokes his head out more to look at the back where the kitchen is and sees that the lights are already off and there is not a chef in sight.
He cocks his head at Mingyu, smiling amusedly and Mingyu feels his cheeks warm, embarrassed at getting caught in a lie, but too shameless to stop.
“I can make you something.” Mingyu puts the broom to the side and wipes his hands on his apron. “What are you craving?”
“You don’t have to, I can find somewhere else open.”
Mingyu feigns offense. Kinda. He is a little offended that Minghao eats at other places actually. “You’re going to go to another place to get bibimbap that is probably made wrong instead of staying here and knowing that I’m going to make your bibimbap exactly how you like it?”
Minghao raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re not even the one that cooks it,” Minghao points out.
Mingyu can’t deny that. Also, there’s not even enough ingredients right now for Mingyu to make the bibimbap anyway.
However, he doesn’t want Minghao to go.
“Okay, but how do you feel about ramyeon?” Mingyu leans over the counter, flexing his arms just slightly so the definition shows through his white t-shirt and he smiles at Minghao, the smile that usually gets him lots of tips and a phone number on the bill.
Minghao eyes Mingyu suspiciously, but not in a mean way, in a how much am I willing to amuse you type of way. Mingyu is hoping the answer is, a lot.
It’s been a month, a little over a month of these small encounters, where Mingyu would make light conversation, comment on Minghao’s outfit, flirt just a bit and take Minghao’s order. And usually, Mingyu wouldn’t be waiting for this long. Usually, if Minghao were any other guy, he would just ask Minghao out on a date. Mingyu is very good at taking people out on dates.
Minghao isn’t just any other guy though. There’s something about Minghao that makes Mingyu shy to ask.
But tonight, tonight Mingyu’s going to go for it.
He guesses Minghao is thinking the same thing, because Minghao leans in closer too. He looks him right in the eye and says, “I love ramyeon.”
Mingyu takes Minghao’s hand, interlaces their fingers, and guides him to the kitchen.
đź’đź’đź’
“Hello? Earth to Mingyu?” Soonyoung waves his hand in front of Mingyu’s face and Mingyu is brought out of his daydream.
God, it’s just a daydream.
“Why don’t you just ask him out instead of dreaming about him on the job?” Soonyoung teases, jerking his head unsubtly at Minghao who sits at his usual table tucked in the corner in the front, back to the restaurant’s entrance.
Thank god Minghao is sketching in his notebook right now. His glasses slipping a bit down his nose. It’d probably be really inappropriate for Mingyu to push them back up, but he wants to.
Mingyu reddens. “Stop,” he warns Soonyoung.
Soonyoung has been teasing him ever since he found out that Mingyu switched shifts with Seokmin so that he could keep seeing Minghao. It was a good deal honestly. And all he had to do in return was let Seokmin borrow his car to impress Jeonghan when he took him out on a date. Not that Seokmin’s driving skills are impressive, but Mingyu’s going to let Jeonghan tell him that one.
He straightens up. “I will ask him out. With time, it’s called playing the long game.” Soonyoung laughs at him, clapping him on the back as a way to say sure, sure, good luck with that and leaves the kitchen to wait on his own tables.
Good. Soonyoung should do less teasing and more of his job anyway. Mingyu puts his palm to his cheek to make sure he’s not red anymore and fixes his hair a bit in the reflection of a tiny mirror hung in the back. When he steps out onto the floor, Minghao is gone. Mingyu deflates, going from 6 ft 2 to 5 ft 11.
Goddammit Soonyoung. Mingyu is definitely going to tell Wonwoo about Soonyoung spending his lunch breaks making googley eyes at his terribly angled instagram photos.
Mingyu shuffles over sadly to Minghao’s now empty table to wipe it down. When he gets there, he notices a piece of paper that Minghao left behind.
It’s a sketch of Mingyu leaning over the kitchen counter, resting his chin on his arm, his eyes open, and staring, and fond. Mingyu sucks in a breath, flustered and blushing all over. He didn’t realize Minghao was noticing. And also, Minghao is really an artist, huh? The way he can capture how Mingyu feels in a drawing.
Underneath the sketch is a note:
I was waiting for you to ask, but it’s already been a month, so I guess I’ll go first. Call me.
- Minghao
Mingyu clutches the note to his chest, beaming, glowing, ready to explode in the good way, the best way. The long game works.