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He doesn't remember how long it's been. It wasn't supposed to end up this way. It wasn't supposed to end up with Minho waking up in Hyunjin's room multiple times a week. It wasn't supposed to be Minho bringing him an iced coffee some mornings. He wasn't supposed to wake up before Hyunjin and find him so stunning in the early morning light that crept through the windows. It wasn't meant to be that Minho found him attractive beyond an occasional hook up. But somewhere along the way it became less occasional and Minho could think of so many little things about Hyunjin that others wouldn't just know. He wasn't supposed to love him.
And he doesn't.
Hyunjin stirred in his sleep, rolling onto his side and bumping Minho slightly. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Minho laying on his back, awake with his arms resting behind his head.
"Good morning." Hyunjin said sleepily, smiling at the other.
Minho hummed.
"Do you work today?"
"Yeah."
It was a lie.
Hyunjin pouted. "Do we at least have time to get coffee?"
Minho let out a quiet slow breath, debating. "Only if you don't take an hour to get ready."
Hyunjin smiled and sat up, letting out the tiniest little squeal when he stretched and Minho pretended his stomach didn't fill with knots. Hyunjin stood up, his baggy shirt coming down to his thighs and Minho fought the desire to ditch the coffee for bending Hyunjin over. He knew Hyunjin didn't like morning sex that much anyway.
Hyunjin pulled out a green sweater and some jeans from his closet and quickly brushed his hair, tying it half up with a black ribbon. Minho had accidentally complimented his hair like that a couple times so now it's the style Hyunjin wears most often. Minho swung his legs over the edge of the bed and picked his clothes from yesterday up off the floor and laid them out on the bed to change. He removed the PJs that always stayed here and tossed them in the laundry basket. He knew the next time he came over they'd be clean again, folded up the the same drawer they're always in.
Minho followed Hyunjin downstairs and he grabbed his car keys off the counter and Hyunjin placed his hand gently over Minho's.
"Can we walk?"
Minho wanted to say no. He had to go to work. But that was a lie, wasn't it? He detested these soft mornings with Hyunjin. He hated the way they felt dangerous to him.
"Sure." Minho said finally.
He pocketed his keys and stepped outside with Hyunjin, greeted by the crisp morning air and a thin layer of dew over the grass. It was still so quiet out but Minho knew that that was Hyunjin's favorite time to be out. Hyunjin liked the chilly mornings and singing birds. He liked the quiet streets and the smell of the morning dew. Minho often took him out on mornings like that but he'd say it was just a coincidence.
The only thing busy this morning was the Café. Everyone scrambling to get their morning coffee before work, something Minho might be doing too if he actually had work today. Hyunjin excitedly looked at the pastries in the display case, letting out a soft excited gasp when he noticed a seasonal lemon cake.
The barista greeted them and Minho spoke first.
"Iced americano and a chai latte."
The barista nodded, tapping on her screen. "Anything else?"
Minho thought for a moment as Hyunjin continued looking at the pastries. "A lemon cake."
The two sat down at an open table and Hyunjin pulled a small notebook from his pocket and started sketching as Minho sat on his phone, waiting for their drinks. Minho glanced over his shoulder when he heard their order number but Hyunjin stood first, offering to grab it. He came back and set the pastry down in front of Minho.
"You decided to try it? I thought you didn't like sweets this early." Hyunjin said with a smile.
Minho slid the plate over to Hyunjin. "I don't."
Hyunjin's cheeks flushed a light pink and he bit into the cake, dancing in his chair and Minho fought a smile, looking back at his phone. Hyunjin continued to sketch in his little book and sip his drink and Minho glanced over a few times to see what he was doing.
"What're you drawing this time?"
Hyunjin gave a shy smile then slid the notebook over to Minho. Minho looked it over, realizing that Hyunjin had been drawing him and he failed this time to hide the small smile that touched his lips.
"Do you like it?" Hyunjin asked.
Minho cleared his throat and sat back in his chair. "It's really good." He might lie about a lot of things but he'd never tell Hyunjin his art wasn't amazing.
"Minho?"
"What?"
"You don't work today do you?"
Minho glanced at Hyunjin. "What makes you think that?"
"It's Friday. You never work on Fridays."
"I picked up a shift."
Hyunjin barked out a laugh. "Yeah right. Why don't you stay over? We can watch a movie."
Minho wanted to say no. He wanted to tell Hyunjin that he had more important things to do. That was a lie too. Cause to Minho, nothing was more important than Hyunjin.
"Sure." Minho said reluctantly.
Hyunjin smiled bright and tucked away his notebook and stood, motioning for Minho to follow. And follow he did. On the way back, Hyunjin sang little songs and stopped to pick up pretty rocks that he saw and Minho would always listen and acknowledge, even if he didn't really understand.
Back in Hyunjin's house, Minho ditched his keys on the counter where the were before and they both dressed into something comfy. Hyunjin made popcorn and Minho grabbed some drinks from the fridge and they sat down to watch their movie. Minho wasn't sure when his arm ended up around Hyunjin or when Hyunjin's head was on his lap. Minho let out a soft sigh as he combed his fingers gently through Hyunjin's hair.
Maybe he did love him.