Ship/Member: mingyu/minghao Major Tags: high school au, secret situationships Additional Tags: 97 line boys, jealousy is a disease and minghao is ill, i don’t actually know things about sports so im making everything up just go with it Permission to remix: Yes
phys ed has never been minghao’s favourite class. it’s a pain, the way you always, always get all sweaty in the middle of the day and go back to the class with your skin still sticky. and the way the little rubber balls from the astroturf always, always get stuck in your shoes and your shorts no matter how careful you are. and the way that mingyu and seokmin are always, always just so noisy, bursting with energy like they hadn’t just spent five hours getting reamed out by their history and math tutors.
when the bell rings, eunwoo turns to minghao and nudges him once, firmly, in the ribs, backing away with one raised eyebrow at the distinct lack of the usual chagrined expression on his face.
“jaehyun-ah,” eunwoo calls. the boy looks over in response, raising his chin questioningly. “myungho must be sick.”
when jaehyun simply arches one silent brow in response, eunwoo fills in the punchline himself with a long-suffering sigh. “it’s phys ed and he doesn’t look like he wants to die. isn’t that strange?”
jaehyun cracks a smile, then. “maybe he hasn’t realised it yet.”
but that’s not true at all. see, minghao didn’t use to like phys ed. he doesn’t even particularly like the class now, but there is a silver lining.
a silver lining in the way the fluorescent overhead lights carve at the sinewy edges of mingyu’s body as he takes off his starched uniform shirt to change for next period – right there, in the classroom, as though shame was never a concept that occurred to him.
minghao keeps his eyes trained on the clock in the distance, his eye line angled just beyond mingyu’s topless form as he jokes around with his friends, a concerted effort made not to let his lips quirk up into a smile.
/
their phys ed teacher’s choice of torture this afternoon is soccer, complete with a whole bunch of unnecessary drills. minghao performs only to the level that is required – that is, he makes very calculated attempts to finish the drills with as little effort as possible, all while making sure he shoots just as many goals as eunwoo and jaehyun do.
stilil, he ends up winded by the end of the period, and he throws himself down onto the craggly fake turf that blankets the pitch to nurse a bottle of cold water. eunwoo flops down next to him after failing to kick the ball in twice in a row, declaring the game to be silly and unnecessary.
“it’s ridiculous, right?” eunwoo gripes, his eyes fixed on the pack of boys still running recklessly after the ball, their laughter echoing all the way across the pitch. “it’s not like we’re going pro, or that colleges even care about your phys ed grade.”
minghao nods along with him. the absolute lack of real-world applicability is precisely his frustration with phys ed. that, and the fact that it’s one of the only classes he is not sitting pretty at the top of the grade list for.
no, that golden spot would have to go to mingyu and seokmin, who take turns edging each other out of top place by running themselves into the ground in every single game they play. it’s honestly ridiculous to minghao just how good they’ve gotten at various sports – it’s not quite a matter of raw talent, but rather how earnestly they throw themselves at every challenge mr. park offers them. somehow that makes it worse. the fact that they’re okay being viewed as people who try hard. the fact that that actually leads to them succeeding. the fact that everyone else in class seems to admire them for it.
/
“you know, i was out with nayeon-noona the other day,” seokmin wheezes out between labored breaths. some of the other boys huddled around him whistle and cheer, raising suggestive eyebrows at the thought of the beautiful upper-class student from their sister school. seokmin laughs and waves it off good-naturedly. “no, not like that! and that’s not the point – she was telling me about a friend who happened to stumble across someone from our school!”
minghao is distinctly trying not to listen to their conversation. unfortunately for him, seokmin is in training to become a singer, and that for some reason has trained his ability to project his voice, and minghao has been pulled against his will into the orbit of this discussion along with half their class.
“anyway, she said the girl thought the guy was really cute, so we were trying to figure out who it was!” seokmin smiles conspiratorially, hooking one arm familiarly around mingyu’s neck. “guess who it was.”
“ah, my bet’s on jungkook!” mingyu exclaims, spritzing the boy in question with a fine mist of water from his bottle and eliciting a displeased shout from everyone in his radius.
seokmin pulls his face into a dramatic pout as a couple of the boys nod, echoing their agreement. “what, none of you thought it was me? rude.”
jaehyun rolls his eyes at the continued clamor, extending one hand each to pull eunwoo and minghao off the turf. “c’mon, i’m heading back to class. i can’t stand this any longer.”
minghao huffs out a dry laugh, but he shakes his head. “i gotta stretch, man. i still feel like i might pass out. you guys go ahead, though. i’ll catch up soon.”
“alright, don’t get caught up in all of… that, okay?” eunwoo eyes him quizzically, as if he can’t believe minghao is voluntarily staying out here, alone, but eventually the two strut across the field in direction of the academic building.
he wouldn’t. minghao isn’t hanging back out of any real interest in the conversation currently happening, anyway. he’s just waiting for the crowd to disperse so he can sneak off to the abandoned changing shed just off the side of the running track like he has after every phys ed class this term, and that means he has to wait.
“–so i was asking her if she had any descriptions, or a photo or something, and guess what!” seokmin’s been chattering on the entire time, his voice maintaining its frenetic energy throughout. “her friend pulls up a photo, and it’s this guy over here!” seokmin cackles, squeezing his arm around mingyu. “she said he was so handsome, and i promised to try and set them up.”
mingyu looks entirely put on the spot, and he manages to choke out an awkward laugh, his eyes just glancing across minghao’s line of sight long enough to catch the way his gaze darkens. “no, no. i’m flattered, but –”
“no buts!” seokmin crows, his teeth flashing in a wide grin. “dude, you’re too hot to be single. i told her you’d meet her this weekend at a cafe – she’s really pretty, i’ll send you her instagram.”
a prickly heat has settled all over minghao’s skin, and it’s a feeling he cannot quite name. he stands, abruptly, stalking off in the direction of the abandoned shed while the conversation swells in his wake.
/
minghao paces up and down the uneven, cobbled floors of the shed, his heartbeat still thrumming in his ears. it takes a couple of deep, intentional breaths for the fog in his head to clear a little, and even then he feels like something deep inside him has been dislodged, knocked off course, out of alignment. what the hell was all that about?
the plumbing in here no longer works, so the best he can do is shake a little water out of his water bottle into a cupped palm and splash it across his cheeks, hoping that the shock of cold will do something to pull him back into the present moment.
he stares at himself in the mirror. his cheeks are flushed, for sure, though some part of that must be due to the hour they’d just spent running around in the sun. the scowl on his lips and the tension that furrows his brows are much harder to pin on that flimsy excuse.
“--hao, i saw you headed over here, i didn’t wanna keep you waiting!” the door swings open and the room fills with mingyu. the timbre of his voice, the radiance of his smile. it doesn’t even leave a moment for minghao to get stuck in his own head.
he crosses the room and pins mingyu against the hardwood door in one fluid motion, his mouth falling hungrily to meet the other’s. the kiss is scorching, bruising, possession. minghao sucks lightly on the fullness of mingyu’s bottom lip before sinking in his teeth gently, gently. mingyu returns his ministrations with a noise deep from his throat, one that coils deep inside minghao, hot and slick.
minghao’s hand drifts its way up the column of mingyu’s throat, a low moan slipping from his mouth as he feels the flutter of his pulse against skin, skittering every time minghao surges forward. when he fists it in the sweaty tangle of of hair at the nape of his neck, mingyu keens into his mouth and suddenly it’s all too much.
he lets go, backs away, breathing heavily still. mingyu’s pupils are blown as he looks back at minghao, his lips curving up into a perfect smile even as they’re bitten pink.
“don’t take this as a complaint, but –” mingyu smirks, though the slightly unfocused daze of his eyes dulls the effect a little. “what the fresh hell was that?”
minghao grits his teeth, and mingyu swears he can almost see his eyes shutter close inside. “the girl. the date seokmin was talking about – you…” the words are like barbed wire coming up through his throat, but he forces himself to choke them out nonetheless. “you should go. you can. if you want to, i mean.”
“why would i want to?” mingyu’s brows knit together, though it fades easily into a smile as he comes to nuzzle at minghao’s cheek, in the little nook between his neck and shoulder, nosing his way to kiss a path back up to minghao’s lips. “i know we’re not telling people, but… you and me, we’re good together. i don’t need some girl i barely know.”
and although these weren’t the words minghao had expected to hear today, they happen to be exactly what he needed to soothe the raw edge of his heart that’d been clawed open by seokmin’s unknowing words earlier.
he kisses mingyu again, though it is softer and more tender this time, and his thumb smooths itself over the other’s cheek. gentle and delicate. “we’re good together,” he repeats, with the most genuine smile he’s had all day.
[FILL] ‘cause i know that it’s delicate (isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it?)
Major Tags: high school au, secret situationships
Additional Tags: 97 line boys, jealousy is a disease and minghao is ill, i don’t actually know things about sports so im making everything up just go with it
Permission to remix: Yes
I hope u like this!!
(crossposted to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36528799)
***
phys ed has never been minghao’s favourite class. it’s a pain, the way you always, always get all sweaty in the middle of the day and go back to the class with your skin still sticky. and the way the little rubber balls from the astroturf always, always get stuck in your shoes and your shorts no matter how careful you are. and the way that mingyu and seokmin are always, always just so noisy, bursting with energy like they hadn’t just spent five hours getting reamed out by their history and math tutors.
when the bell rings, eunwoo turns to minghao and nudges him once, firmly, in the ribs, backing away with one raised eyebrow at the distinct lack of the usual chagrined expression on his face.
“jaehyun-ah,” eunwoo calls. the boy looks over in response, raising his chin questioningly. “myungho must be sick.”
when jaehyun simply arches one silent brow in response, eunwoo fills in the punchline himself with a long-suffering sigh. “it’s phys ed and he doesn’t look like he wants to die. isn’t that strange?”
jaehyun cracks a smile, then. “maybe he hasn’t realised it yet.”
but that’s not true at all. see, minghao didn’t use to like phys ed. he doesn’t even particularly like the class now, but there is a silver lining.
a silver lining in the way the fluorescent overhead lights carve at the sinewy edges of mingyu’s body as he takes off his starched uniform shirt to change for next period – right there, in the classroom, as though shame was never a concept that occurred to him.
minghao keeps his eyes trained on the clock in the distance, his eye line angled just beyond mingyu’s topless form as he jokes around with his friends, a concerted effort made not to let his lips quirk up into a smile.
/
their phys ed teacher’s choice of torture this afternoon is soccer, complete with a whole bunch of unnecessary drills. minghao performs only to the level that is required – that is, he makes very calculated attempts to finish the drills with as little effort as possible, all while making sure he shoots just as many goals as eunwoo and jaehyun do.
stilil, he ends up winded by the end of the period, and he throws himself down onto the craggly fake turf that blankets the pitch to nurse a bottle of cold water. eunwoo flops down next to him after failing to kick the ball in twice in a row, declaring the game to be silly and unnecessary.
“it’s ridiculous, right?” eunwoo gripes, his eyes fixed on the pack of boys still running recklessly after the ball, their laughter echoing all the way across the pitch. “it’s not like we’re going pro, or that colleges even care about your phys ed grade.”
minghao nods along with him. the absolute lack of real-world applicability is precisely his frustration with phys ed. that, and the fact that it’s one of the only classes he is not sitting pretty at the top of the grade list for.
no, that golden spot would have to go to mingyu and seokmin, who take turns edging each other out of top place by running themselves into the ground in every single game they play. it’s honestly ridiculous to minghao just how good they’ve gotten at various sports – it’s not quite a matter of raw talent, but rather how earnestly they throw themselves at every challenge mr. park offers them. somehow that makes it worse. the fact that they’re okay being viewed as people who try hard. the fact that that actually leads to them succeeding. the fact that everyone else in class seems to admire them for it.
/
“you know, i was out with nayeon-noona the other day,” seokmin wheezes out between labored breaths. some of the other boys huddled around him whistle and cheer, raising suggestive eyebrows at the thought of the beautiful upper-class student from their sister school. seokmin laughs and waves it off good-naturedly. “no, not like that! and that’s not the point – she was telling me about a friend who happened to stumble across someone from our school!”
minghao is distinctly trying not to listen to their conversation. unfortunately for him, seokmin is in training to become a singer, and that for some reason has trained his ability to project his voice, and minghao has been pulled against his will into the orbit of this discussion along with half their class.
“anyway, she said the girl thought the guy was really cute, so we were trying to figure out who it was!” seokmin smiles conspiratorially, hooking one arm familiarly around mingyu’s neck. “guess who it was.”
“ah, my bet’s on jungkook!” mingyu exclaims, spritzing the boy in question with a fine mist of water from his bottle and eliciting a displeased shout from everyone in his radius.
seokmin pulls his face into a dramatic pout as a couple of the boys nod, echoing their agreement. “what, none of you thought it was me? rude.”
jaehyun rolls his eyes at the continued clamor, extending one hand each to pull eunwoo and minghao off the turf. “c’mon, i’m heading back to class. i can’t stand this any longer.”
minghao huffs out a dry laugh, but he shakes his head. “i gotta stretch, man. i still feel like i might pass out. you guys go ahead, though. i’ll catch up soon.”
“alright, don’t get caught up in all of… that, okay?” eunwoo eyes him quizzically, as if he can’t believe minghao is voluntarily staying out here, alone, but eventually the two strut across the field in direction of the academic building.
he wouldn’t. minghao isn’t hanging back out of any real interest in the conversation currently happening, anyway. he’s just waiting for the crowd to disperse so he can sneak off to the abandoned changing shed just off the side of the running track like he has after every phys ed class this term, and that means he has to wait.
“–so i was asking her if she had any descriptions, or a photo or something, and guess what!” seokmin’s been chattering on the entire time, his voice maintaining its frenetic energy throughout. “her friend pulls up a photo, and it’s this guy over here!” seokmin cackles, squeezing his arm around mingyu. “she said he was so handsome, and i promised to try and set them up.”
mingyu looks entirely put on the spot, and he manages to choke out an awkward laugh, his eyes just glancing across minghao’s line of sight long enough to catch the way his gaze darkens. “no, no. i’m flattered, but –”
“no buts!” seokmin crows, his teeth flashing in a wide grin. “dude, you’re too hot to be single. i told her you’d meet her this weekend at a cafe – she’s really pretty, i’ll send you her instagram.”
a prickly heat has settled all over minghao’s skin, and it’s a feeling he cannot quite name. he stands, abruptly, stalking off in the direction of the abandoned shed while the conversation swells in his wake.
/
minghao paces up and down the uneven, cobbled floors of the shed, his heartbeat still thrumming in his ears. it takes a couple of deep, intentional breaths for the fog in his head to clear a little, and even then he feels like something deep inside him has been dislodged, knocked off course, out of alignment. what the hell was all that about?
the plumbing in here no longer works, so the best he can do is shake a little water out of his water bottle into a cupped palm and splash it across his cheeks, hoping that the shock of cold will do something to pull him back into the present moment.
he stares at himself in the mirror. his cheeks are flushed, for sure, though some part of that must be due to the hour they’d just spent running around in the sun. the scowl on his lips and the tension that furrows his brows are much harder to pin on that flimsy excuse.
“--hao, i saw you headed over here, i didn’t wanna keep you waiting!” the door swings open and the room fills with mingyu. the timbre of his voice, the radiance of his smile. it doesn’t even leave a moment for minghao to get stuck in his own head.
he crosses the room and pins mingyu against the hardwood door in one fluid motion, his mouth falling hungrily to meet the other’s. the kiss is scorching, bruising, possession. minghao sucks lightly on the fullness of mingyu’s bottom lip before sinking in his teeth gently, gently. mingyu returns his ministrations with a noise deep from his throat, one that coils deep inside minghao, hot and slick.
minghao’s hand drifts its way up the column of mingyu’s throat, a low moan slipping from his mouth as he feels the flutter of his pulse against skin, skittering every time minghao surges forward. when he fists it in the sweaty tangle of of hair at the nape of his neck, mingyu keens into his mouth and suddenly it’s all too much.
he lets go, backs away, breathing heavily still. mingyu’s pupils are blown as he looks back at minghao, his lips curving up into a perfect smile even as they’re bitten pink.
“don’t take this as a complaint, but –” mingyu smirks, though the slightly unfocused daze of his eyes dulls the effect a little. “what the fresh hell was that?”
minghao grits his teeth, and mingyu swears he can almost see his eyes shutter close inside. “the girl. the date seokmin was talking about – you…” the words are like barbed wire coming up through his throat, but he forces himself to choke them out nonetheless. “you should go. you can. if you want to, i mean.”
“why would i want to?” mingyu’s brows knit together, though it fades easily into a smile as he comes to nuzzle at minghao’s cheek, in the little nook between his neck and shoulder, nosing his way to kiss a path back up to minghao’s lips. “i know we’re not telling people, but… you and me, we’re good together. i don’t need some girl i barely know.”
and although these weren’t the words minghao had expected to hear today, they happen to be exactly what he needed to soothe the raw edge of his heart that’d been clawed open by seokmin’s unknowing words earlier.
he kisses mingyu again, though it is softer and more tender this time, and his thumb smooths itself over the other’s cheek. gentle and delicate. “we’re good together,” he repeats, with the most genuine smile he’s had all day.