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Hyunjin would like everyone to know that his cause of death was going to be Kim Seungmin - please make sure his tombstone reflected this.
Seungmin got far too cocky once the two of them were official and all their friends knew about their new relationship. He wasn’t as outwardly disgusting as Minho and Jisung or as handsy as Felix got with Chan - no, no, he was far more sneaky.
A great example would be this very moment - with all eight of them actually getting together after a baseball practice to watch a movie. The majority of them were talking and laughing so loudly no one could hear the film on the TV, and drinks had been passed out the moment everyone arrived, which made their volume even louder.
Felix was snuggled up against Chan’s chest, leaning back against him with the older’s legs around his hips, yelling at Jisung whose head was resting on Minho’s lap, while Minho (for once) was actually paying attention to something other than Jisung. He and Changbin were chatting and laughing loudly over something that had happened at a party they were at a few weeks back, and Jeongin was properly distracted with his argument with Chan about what their MBTIs were.
Which meant that none of them seemed to be paying attention to the new, happy couple.
“Seungmin,” Hyunjin hissed through his teeth.
Seungmin looked at him, blinking so innocently. “What’s wrong?”
Hyunjin glared at him as his fingers didn’t even pause on their way up the inside of Hyunjin’s thigh. Seungmin had been fondling him under the blanket they shared almost all night - squeezing his thigh and hip and even putting a sneaky hand underneath his shirt to stoke over his stomach. But this was a bit too risky - his fingers were dangerously close to a certain… appendage that was already getting excited.
Hyunjin sucked in a sharp breath when he felt Seungmin’s fingertips stroke under the hem of his boxer briefs. Seungmin’s smile was far too cute for what he was currently doing.
“You’re going to have a problem on your hands in a second,” Hyunjin grumbled at him.
“When the problem is your cock, I’m fine with it.”
Hyunjin almost choked on his spit.
“What are you two lovebirds whispering about over there?”
Hyunjin nearly jumped a foot out of his skin, eyes round and guilty as his head snapped to one side to see Jisung who was eying them carefully. “Nothing,” he squeaked - definitely not helping his cause.
“Man, I preferred when they were both pining after each other and little blushing virgins,” Changbin whined, “I don’t trust them together anymore.”
“I haven’t been a virgin since fuckin high school, Changbin,” Hyunjin snapped.
“Really?” Seungmin asked, looking at him curiously.
“Ohh, Seungmin is going to get jealous.”
“Weren’t you two best friends? How did you guys not tell each other about your sexcapades?”
“I’m not jealous,” Seungmin shrugged, but his hand did retreat from where it had been.
Hyunjin sighed and pointed at the TV, “pay attention to the move that you picked, Felix.”
Hyunjin crossed his arms and sank back on the couch, leaning against Seungmin but already missing the tingling warmth of his hand on his thigh.
“Did you really lose your virginity in high school?”
Hyunjin groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. He thought he would get to avoid this conversation. But with everyone else having retired for the night, sleeping in boyfriend’s beds or crashing on the couch for fear of DUIs, Seungmin had nowhere to go but Hyunjin’s room.
“Yeah, I did,” Hyunjin sighed. It’s not like he got laid an incredible amount for having his first time so early - it wasn’t really anything to brag about. “It was just with some guy I met at that camp I was a counselor at during the summers - he wasn’t even very good, and I’m pretty sure he’s “straight” now,” Hyunjin said, moving his fingers to add air quotes.
“When was that?” Seungmin asked, very obviously trying to look nonchalant.
“I don’t know,” Hyunjin lied, only continuing when Seungmin gave him the look that told him he knew he was lying, “It was in between junior and senior year - it really wasn’t any big deal.” He eyed Seungmin for a minute before jerking his chin at him, “what about you, huh?”
“College,” Seungmin said simply. “With that girl I was dating freshman year - it also wasn’t very good.”
Hyunjin laughed at that, shaking his head, “first times are never any good, I swear, no one ever has a ‘first time’ story that doesn’t end that way.”
Seungmin hummed in agreement as he sat gingerly on the edge of Hyunjin’s bed, looking awkward and like he had no idea what to do with his hands. Hyunjin thought he should put him out of his misery and went to find him a pajama shirt to borrow. He tossed it right at his head and said, “get changed, I want to go to bed.”
He moved to grab his own nightshirt, a soft, near thread-bare one he had had since high school with a picture of the school mascot on it. He tugged his shirt off over his head to replace it, and shucked off his sweatpants so he could sleep in just his underwear.
He wasn’t completely shameless, so his cheeks were definitely a bit pink when he turned around to face Seungmin.
He almost laughed out loud at how lost Seungmin looked, still staring at the shirt in his hands.
“It’s not going to bite you,” he chuckled, walking over to squeeze Seungmin’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s just get ready for-”
“Do you want to have sex?”
Hyunjin choked on his next words hard enough that he had to cough several times to get his throat working again. “What?” He asked, eyes round.
“With me - do you want to have sex with me?” Seungmin asked, again, eyes still on his lap.
“Wh-what? I- of course I do, Seungmin, I just- where is this coming from?” Hyunjin asked, feeling helpless. “We haven’t even been dating for a week, I didn’t know if you wanted to do that yet so I haven’t pushed it!”
“But you want to?” Seungmin asked, finally looking up. Those damn puppy dog eyes would be the death of Hyunjin.
“Of course I do,” Hyunjin said, nodding. “Do you?”
“Yes,” Seungmin said, a little too fast. He was instantly blushing up to his ears as Hyunjin smirked. He reached up to comb his hands through Seungmin’s hair.
“Do you want to right now? Is that what you’re insinuating?” Hyunjin asked.
“Maybe,” Seungmin grumbled. “I just… don’t like thinking of other people being with you - I want to be the only one who does that with you.”
“Do you have a virginity kink?” Hyunjin laughed. “I can pretend you’re my first if you want me to.”
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Seungmin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
They hadn’t gotten to be alone like this very often since they decided to date, and, like all new relationships, Hyunjin was terrified of making things weird and awkward. So, he took a breath and moved to sit on Seungmin’s lap before he could think too hard about it.
Seungmin’s eyes went round and whatever he had been about to say died on his lips as Hyunjin straddled him, hands placed gingerly on his shoulders. Hyunjin tried not to show how hard his heart was slamming in his chest as he reached out to run his fingers down Seungmin’s chest. “So do you want to fuck or no?”
“Yes, please,” Seungmin breathed.
“Do you prefer top or bottom?” Hyunjin questioned, letting his finger hook in the collar of Seungmin’s shirt, tugging it down a bit.
“I’ve only ever been on top,” Seungmin murmured. “But I-”
“How about we start there,” Hyunjin interrupted, a grin pulling across his face as he said, “we can try the other way around next time.”
Hyunjin almost thought he was going to have to do the majority of the work with how shy and bashful Seungmin had been acting, but the last words were barely out of his mouth before his world was being knocked to one side as he was slammed onto his back. He gasped out a breath, eyes going wide at how hard Seungmin’s hands were grabbing his hips, how easily he had thrown Hyunjin where he wanted him. (How had he already forgotten the way Seungmin had shoved him against the wall of the dugout or how he sucked him off in the gallery? This guy was always keeping him on his toes.)
Before he could even think to make a quip about it, Seungmin was shoving his t-shirt up to kiss over his stomach. Hyunjin squirmed beneath the feeling of Seungmin’s lips on his quickly-heating skin and tangled his hands in Seungmin’s dark hair. He yelped slightly when he felt Seungmin’s teeth dig into his hip - he looked far too pleased with himself when he pulled away and the skin was already turning red.
Hyunjin started squirming again when Seungmin sat back on his heels and just stared down at him - Hyunjin didn’t think it was very fair that he was in only his underwear and a tshirt that was shoved up to his throat and Seungmin was still fully clothed. He wasn’t going to protest though - not when Seungmin was looking at him like that.
Seungmin was shoving his shirt off of him entirely before ordering, “up,” and pulling his underwear completely off as well.
That’s when Hyunjin finally spoke up, “nuh huh. You do not get to be fully clothed while I’m butt naked.”
Seungmin grinned as Hyunjin sat up and started tearing at his clothes - shoving his sweatpants down while also trying to get his sweatshirt over his head. Seungmin finally helped by getting up and off the bed for a moment to strip himself completely.
Truly, when had Seungmin suddenly gotten broad? He had always been skinny, a little gangly, especially after his growth spurt in high school where he was tripping all over himself like a baby giraffe. But now, he had grown into his height, and where he had been soft before he was now much more defined. Hyunjin immediately reached his hands up to squeeze over his chest and arms, “ooh”ing quietly.
“I told you I started going to the gym with Chan,” Seungmin said, smirking and obviously pleased with his hard work paying off.
“Never stop going,” Hyunjin said, tone serious.
Hyunjin’s hands didn’t stop wandering, squeezing all the new-found muscles, as Seungmin leaned down to kiss him. He threaded his hand into Hyunjin’s hair, holding the back of his head to hold him in place to be able to kiss the breath out of him easier. Hyunjin groaned as Seungmin’s hand on his hip moved to his ass, squeezing it hard.
Before they could get much further than some heated kissing, Hyunjin pulled away to lean over the bed and go through his drawer. He found the lube and condoms (one of which was well used and the other was a box that hadn’t even been opened yet) and cursed his shaking hands as he tried to get a single little packet out.
He shoved them at Seungmin once he got them both, and laid back onto the pillows, grinning up at him. Seungmin raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled, “are you a pillow princess?”
“I can do both,” Hyunjin hummed, “but you seem to like to be in charge right now. So,” he said, spreading his thighs a bit more so that Seungmin could sit between them, “take charge.”
Hyunjin was not really considering the threat to his life those words would have.
He cried out, sitting up quickly in surprise when Seungmin, without any warning leaned down to take Hyunjin’s cock in his mouth. He hadn’t even realized Seungmin had slicked up his fingers before they were prodding against his entrance only a second later.
“Holy shit, Seungmin,” Hyunjin yelped as a single long digit entered him.
Seungmin’s fingers were far too skilled, and alongside his tongue and mouth, Hyunjin was getting far too close far too quickly to his orgasm. Once he felt like he was properly stretched around three of Seungmin’s fingers, he shoved at the other, whining at him.
“Are you sure?” Seungmin asked, barely even out of breath as he leaned back to look down at him. Hyunjin could see the pink flush running up Seungmin’s chest to his cheeks, though. He wanted to coo and pinch him, but refrained.
“Yes, Seungmin,” Hyunjin said, wrapping his long legs around Seungmin’s back and tugging him closer. “I want your dick in me. Now.”
Seungmin was never one to tell him ‘no,’ even if he glared or argued about it, Hyunjin almost always got his way. Meaning Seungmin was pressing into him only a moment later.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed as he felt the stretch of the other entering him. It made his head spin if he thought about it too long - the fact that Seungmin and him were together after so many years of pining, the fact that Hyunjin had thought about this exact moment a thousand times before, the fact that Seungmin was actually bigger than Seungmin had expected.
Hyunjin couldn’t help the quiet whine that left his lips as Seungmin thrust forward to settle his hips entirely against his ass - it wasn’t uncomfortable, but probably a little bigger than other cocks Hyunjin had taken before. He wriggled slightly to get used to the feeling. Seungmin - the lovely boy he was - stayed still while Hyunjin adjusted.
Hyunjin tightened his thighs and tugged Seungmin forward when he was ready, and for once, Seungmin didn’t argue with him. He leaned over Hyunjin, settling his hands on either side of his head, and leaned down to connect their mouths as he pulled back and thrust forward for the first time. Hyunjin gasped at the feeling, barely able to pay attention to the kiss as Seungmin started up a rhythm.
Hyunjin only remembered that the other guys were asleep in their rooms and the living room when the soft sound of skin slapping against skin began to grow louder in the air around them. Hyunjin buried his hands in Seungmin’s hair, hanging on tightly and burying his face in his neck as he sped up his thrusts.
What could he do with the soft, white column of Seungmin’s throat right there in front of him other than plant his teeth in it? He heard the hiss of surprise and definitely felt the sharp thrust of his hips from Seungmin as he sucked a dark mark onto his pulsepoint.
“Mine,” he murmured possessively, tightening his hold on Seungmin’s hair and biting his neck again.
Hyunjin gasped as Seungmin’s hand moved to his hip and hoisted him up, the new angle letting him thrust even further inside of him. He muffled his scream into Seungmin’s skin as he felt the thrusts finally press against his prostate. His stomach clenched, cock twitching at the pleasure that rushed over him all at once.
Too quickly, he was too close again.
He was about to tell Seungmin to slow down, but when he pulled back enough to look at Seungmin’s face, the words died on his tongue. Seungmin’s forehead was already covered in sweat, his eyes squeezed closed.
Hyunjin almost wanted to giggle at how hard Seungmin was obviously trying. He squeezed the back of Seungmin’s neck and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “you can cum, puppy.”
Seungmin’s thrusts faltered for only a second before he was pounding into him far harder, rhythm more erratic. Hyunjin moaned as he felt Seungmin’s hand wrap around his cock, wrist twisting to jerk him off at a completely different pace than his thrusts. Too many things happening at once had Hyunjin overwhelmed even quicker than normal, and before he could even cry out, he was coming over his stomach and Seungmin’s hand.
When he noticed Seungmin’s arms were trembling trying to hold himself up and off of Hyunjin so as to not crush him in their post-coital aftershocks, Hyunjin laughed and wrapped his arms and legs around him, tugging him down so he was laying on top of him. The sweat and cum between their bodies felt disgusting, but Hyunjin couldn’t get himself to care.
They laid like that, chests rising and falling against each other, for a length of time Hyunjin couldn’t keep track of. Eventually, Seungmin was the first to move, adjusting to be able to bury his face in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin smiled as he carded his fingers through Seungmin’s hair.
“Did fucking me break you?” Hyunjin hummed.
“Yeah,” Seungmin murmured, “gimme a sec.”
Hyunjin giggled and said, “we’re not gonna hear the end of this from the guys tomorrow.”
Seungmin groaned and tightened his hold around Hyunjin.
Which was entirely true.
The second Hyunjin’s door opened, Felix was screaming at them, “you guys really decided to finally fuck while everyone was here?”
“Damn that is one hell of a bruise there, Seungmin,” Jeongin laughed, immediately pressing the pad of his finger into the hickey on his neck. Seungmin’s eyes went round as he clapped his hand over it, staring at Hyunjin in betrayal. Hyunjin just laughed at him.
“Stop complaining, I hear you and Chan all the time,” Hyunjin reminded him. “Oh Daddy, right there, don’t stop-” He squealed as Felix tried to wrap his hands around his throat to strangle him to death.
“Your showcase is tonight, right, Hyunijn?” Chan asked, peeling his boyfriend’s hands off of his neck and pulling him away from the attempted murder.
Hyunjin perked up at that, nodding, “yeah. Everyone’s coming, right?”
He got a chorus of “yes” and “of course” that made him far happier than it should.
He was nervous, okay? Having his friends come made him far less nervous.
“We’re all just going to meet there though,” Changbin piped up. “Cause I need to go home - I have plans before coming tonight.”
When everyone was in agreement on the plan for that night, Hyunjin was left with a quick forehead kiss before the door was swinging shut. He sighed and stretched his arms high over his head, feeling the satisfying ‘pop’s of his spine.
“So you guys really fucked?” Jisung asked when Hyunjin walked back over. He was curled up on the couch, his Switch balanced on his lap.
“Yeah, we did,” Hyunjin said, finding it hard to keep the dreamy awe out of his voice.
“How was he?” Felix asked, plopping down on the couch beside Jisung. They were looking at him like they were watching their favorite movie.
“Very good,” Hyunjin said vaguely.
“How big is his dick?” Jisung asked, practically bouncing in place with anticipation.
“Bigger than yours,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he took a seat at the other end of the couch.
“Did you top?” Felix questioned, eyebrows pinching together.
“Honestly, I can’t decide who would be what,” Jisung agreed.
“He topped,” Hyunjin shrugged. “I’m fine with either but he had only ever topped - he seemed interested in bottoming though.”
“Ug, I love switch boyfriends,” Jisung cheered, throwing up his hands in celebration.
Felix and Hyunjin stared at him for several seconds before Felix asked what they were both thinking, “do you and Minho switch?”
Jisung blinked at them as he nodded slowly, “of course we do. What did you think we did?”
Hyunjin and Felix exchanged a few glances before Hyunjin admitted, “you’re just very bottom-coded, Jisung-”
“I am not!”
With the excitement of the previous night slowly fading, the nerves of the night to come were beginning to build in Hyunjin’s gut. It felt like the day was taking forever to flow by - he kept checking the time and groaning when only a few minutes had passed, and hours felt like days.
But, the moment the time came for him to get ready, it suddenly felt like he didn’t have enough time at all.
“Felix!” He called as he ran through the apartment in a flurry. “Did you take my blush palette?”
“Which one?” Felix asked, turning as Hyunjin stomped into his room.
Curse Felix and his perfect face - he didn’t even need makeup, yet he was always stealing Hyunjin’s. He was already looking incredible, even in the t-shirt and basketball shorts he was wearing while doing his hair and makeup.
“You’re not allowed to outdo me tonight,” Hyunjin whined. “What are you wearing?”
“Just plain black and white, don’t worry,” Felix waved a hand at him. “And here, you can take any of the blush you want,” he said, motioning to his collection.
Hyunjin was still freaking out about the fact that he couldn’t find his own - that had been expensive goddamnit - but grabbed something similar from Felix.
He was in such a haze of his own world, he hadn’t even heard the door open or other voices, and ran straight back to his own room.
“Hyunjin?”
He ignored the call, focused far more on the eyeshadow he was trying to replicate from a YouTube video.
“Hyunjin.”
He glared at Seungmin through the mirror. “What?” He snapped.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow before walking up behind him, “are you nervous?”
“Of course I’m nervous!” Hyunjin yelled, throwing his hands up. He had felt a bit like crying all day, and he did not need Seungmin wanting to talk about feeling or talk at all because that would actually ruin everything - he didn’t have time to reapply any makeup.
“You look amazing,” Seungmin said, squeezing his shoulder. “Tonight is going to go perfectly, don’t worry so much - you’ve been preparing all semester.”
More like he’d been preparing for his entire four years at university.
He sighed and turned his chair to pout up at Seungmin who smiled down at him. Hyunjin let him lean down and peck him on the forehead before taking a long, deep breath, shutting his eyes for good measure.
When he opened them again, he finally actually got to look at Seungmin, and his breath hitched in his throat.
“Oh, wow,” he said, blinking. “You look incredible.”
Seungmin laughed awkwardly at that, rubbing at his neck in his nervous habit. Hyunjin had picked out the outfit to match his own, so he knew that it would look great but wow. He had to hand it to himself - he really did know Seungmin’s body well at least. The all-black ensemble with red details in the leather back and shoes perfectly hugged his slim waist but also accentuated his broad shoulders.
Hyunjin was allowed to eye fuck him - they were together now. It was perfectly acceptable.
“Where’s your outfit?” Seungmin asked, always trying to take the conversation off of himself.
Hyunjin went over to his closet to get it out - he needed to change anyways since only his hair was left. He motioned for Seungmin to shut the door and turn around so he could change and laughed when he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“Done,” he called when he had finished pulling everything on.
It was similar to Seungmin’s, but rather than black and red, it was white and gold, and far more flowy and soft rather than the hard leather of Seungmin’s outfit. He grinned as Seungmin stared at him, looking a bit lost.
“How’s it look?” He asked, turning each way.
“Amazing,” Seungmin breathed.
Hyunjin laughed and opened the door to shove the other out, “now, leave me alone to do my hair, okay? You’re distracting me.”
Luckily, he didn’t have too much planned for his hair, and was able to go and join everyone a few minutes later to “ooh”s from normal people and cat whistles from Jisung and Felix.
“You look so nice, Hyun,” Chan said, smiling as Hyunjin sidled up next to him.
“Thanks, Dad,” Hyunjin hummed as he stole the glass of water out of Jisung’s hand to take a sip of it.
“Absolutely not,” Felix deadpanned.
“Did everyone eat?” Jisung questioned to a round of nodding. “Then can we go?”
“We’ll be a bit early,” Seungmin said, checking the time on his phone.
“That’s fine, I’d like to be a little early,” Hyunjin nodded. “And we aren’t waiting on anyone else, right? Minho, Changbin, and Jeongin are meeting us there?”
“Yup,” Jisung said, hopping down from his seat. “Let’s go!”
Hyunjin tried not to throw up on the drive over - not because Chan was a bad driver (he suddenly knew how to not slam on his breaks or take turns at 30mph when Hyunjin wasn’t sitting on Seungmin’s lap) - but because he could feel his nerves crawling up his throat. He kept swallowing them back to the point where he was a bit lightheaded.
“You okay?” Seungmin asked as they got out of the car, hand on Hyunjin’s waist to help steady him.
“Yeah, just nervous still,” Hyunjin muttered.
Seungmin reached out to take Hyunjin’s hand in his own, squeezing slightly and giving him a smile, “you’ll do great, seriously, I’m not just saying that. Your art is amazing, and you love talking about it - everyone will love you.”
Hyunjin really fucking hoped so.
He had to meet with his professor before anything began and ran through everything with her. As they spoke, he watched as the crowd just outside grew bigger and bigger until he could barely even see the bench where his friend’s had taken a seat. Hyunjin swallowed hard but put on the best smile he could as the doors opened.
He tried his best to not sound like a robot, repeating the same thing over and over on auto-pilot as he greeted the guests walking into his gallery.
Once the initial wave of people were through and dozens of bodies were milling about, staring at his art and whispering to each other, Hyunjin was able to relax just a little bit.
He relaxed even further when he felt a familiar presence beside him just a moment before an arm wrapped around his waist. “You’re doing great,” Seungmin murmured into his ear.
“You have to say that,” Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes.
“No, I definitely don’t,” Seungmin shook his head. “I wouldn’t lie to you - I’ve been telling you since we were kids that your art is amazing.”
“Yeah, I guess so, but art is so subjective. I’m just worried that people won’t-”
“See, I knew we could find them together!”
With everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours - no, the past week - Hyunjin’s brain was absolutely exhausted. So, don’t blame him that it took him too many seconds to realize his own mother was standing in front of him until she was pulling him into a tight, squeezing hug. He blinked several times before he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her back. “Mom?” He asked dumbly. “Why are you here?”
“You think we would miss your showcase?” She asked, sounding offended as she pulled back. She straightened his jacket a bit for him before smiling at him, “of course we had to come.”
Hyunjin smiled at his dad who stood just a bit behind her - he was never as touchy or good at words as his wife was, but just him being there was enough for Hyunjin.
He immediately put a finger underneath each of his eyes as he whined, “stop, I can’t cry right now - I don’t have time to redo my makeup.”
His mother laughed and fanned his face with her hand, “oh, don’t cry - you knew we would be coming tonight!” She turned just a bit and waved to her other side, “and the Kim’s came as well!”
Hyunjin stared at Seungmin’s parents who were cooing and “awe”ing over his outfit, laughing as Seungmin explained that he absolutely didn’t buy it, Hyunjin bought it, mom, of course he did, when would I ever pick something like this?
A new type of nervousness washed over Hyunjin as Mrs. Kim turned to him and squealed as she wrapped her arms around him. She was always like a second mother to him, and her hug felt just as familiar, her words just as sweet as she complimented him, his art, and told him how proud she was. Hyunjin kept glancing between her and her son - who looked just as surprised and anxious as he felt.
“I’m just so happy the two of you are still such good friends,” Mrs. Kim was saying, squeezing Hyunjin’s shoulder and looking over at Seungmin. “I’m so glad Seungmin could come support you like this - he never even went to his brother’s performances or plays or anything, you know,” she sighed.
“Yeah, Seungmin has come to all my events this year,” Hyunjin smiled, “he’s been taking care of me a lot this semester.”
“Really?” Mrs. Kim turned to her son in surprise. “You didn’t tell me that! You only told me the two of you were doing baseball together again.”
“Baseball?” Mrs. Hwang echoed. “You boys never tell us anything.”
Hyunjin laughed awkwardly - thinking that that statement was far more true than she even knew.
He froze when he felt Seungmin come up beside him, his arm wrapping around where it always did. Hyunjin looked up at him with a single raised eyebrow, curious - but, Seungmin was always keeping him on his toes.
“Well, then let us also tell you - we’re dating now,” Seungmin said in the most Seungmin-way - with absolutely no preamble and barely a shred of emotion outside of his casual indifference, as though he wasn’t both coming out to his parents and telling both of their folks that they were together.
It definitely took them a moment to process this casual explanation, but the moment it clicked, both of their moms were crying out in surprise and grabbing both of them into tight hugs. Hyunjin heard a lot of “we’re so proud of you” and “you two were made for each other” and a “of course we knew you were gay, Seungmin,” and this time, he couldn’t keep himself from letting a few tears roll down his cheeks and ruin the makeup in their tracks.
“Hyunjin, sweetie, I told you no crying,” his mom laughed, helping to wipe a bit of the mess away.
“I know, I know,” he sniffled as Seungmin tugged him into his side, holding him close. He felt a pair of lips on his forehead a second later and heard the “awe”s of their moms a few feet away.
“Was that okay?” Seungmin whispered into his ear, quiet enough for only Hyunjin to hear.
Hyunjin nodded furiously, “of course. I-I’m… I’m proud of you for telling them.”
Seungmin’s face pulled up in a grin, “of course - I want to tell everyone about my new boyfriend.”
Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes going round. They hadn’t actually used that word together - other’s had used it for them, and Hyunjin had thought it in his head, but neither of them had actually said it. He laughed as he pecked Seungmin on the lips just once, “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend. You made me wait long enough.”
“Sorry,” Seungmin said, smiling sheepishly. “I had some things to figure out.”
Hyunjin sighed and clasped their hands together, squeezing slightly, “well, now I’ll be here to help you figure everything out in the future.”