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《wangxian edit》 parallel universe; future。

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[While in the military]

Key, suddenly looking up: Taemin just did something stupid. I can feel it. Why am I NOT surprised? Don’t you ‘I know what I’m doing, Kibum’ me, I wouldn’t trust you with a plastic spoon! And don’t you use that tone with me!! GOD I hate you, I can’t take you anywhere

His roommate: So… long distance fighting is a thing now?

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THE HANDS, THE FAMOUD HANDS OMFG JUNNIE

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mj and jinjin both buying the same sweater for each other for their anniversary

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“remind me why you dragged me out of the dorm at 8 o’clock in the morning, on a saturday, in temperatures in the single digit?”

jinwoo snivled, his nose running in the cold. “because it’s the only chance i have to go shopping, and you said you’d help me find something for myungjun.”

sanha huffed, his breath making a white cloud appear in front of his face. “i can’t believe you can’t buy your boyfriend of a year a present without help.”

had it not been painful to take his hands out of his pockets, jinwoo would have punched sanha in the shoulder. “it’s for our anniversary,” he said, trying to keep the whine out of his voice. “it has to be perfect, because i know he’s going to get something perfect for me, and i can’t have an inadequate present in return-”

“oh my god, okay, i get it,” sanha said quickly. “a perfect present. got it. let’s go in somewhere, please.”

three hours, several coffee, and multiple shops later, jinwoo and sanha spilled into jinwoo’s apartment, a bag each tucked in their arms - jinwoo’s contained one of the softest sweaters he’d ever touched, and sanha’s was bursting with the snacks he’d insisted on as “payment of services.”

“did you lose any fingers?” one of jinwoo’s roommates, bin called. he was tucked under several blankets on the couch, a bag of chips next to him and a manga in hand.

jinwoo gasped in warm air, reveling in the climate control. “all accounted for, i think,” he called back, finally moving to start unwrapping his many layers.

sanha beat him to the punch, practically leaping out of his boots and running back towards the bedrooms. a moment later he returned, looking disappointed. “where’s minhyuk?” he asked.

without looking up from his manga, bin replied, “i dunno. myungjun came by and accosted him a while ago.”

“it’s too cold for shopping,” minhyuk whined. “i can’t feel anything.”

myungjun snorted. “it’s never too cold for shopping,” he said. “if you don’t stop dragging your feet i’ll make you carry everything.”

minhyuk groaned, but picked up his pace enough to keep up with myungjun. “what are you looking for today?” he asked. “surely not another contact case.”

dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand, myungjun skipped up to his favorite shop’s door. “i’ve got to get a present for jinwoo,” he said. “you, as his oldest friend, are here to give me guidance.”

the way that minhyuk followed without hesitation was one of myungjun’s favorite parts about the younger boy. “but you’re like, the best gift-giver i know,” minhyuk said. he paused, then amended: “well, except for maybe dongmin.”

“i give way better presents than dongmin,” myungjun said immediately. standing in the entryway of the shop, he gestured to the general area. “here we are. guide me, rocko.”

minhyuk grumbled. “i hate that nickname,” he muttered, but forged forward anyway.

a few days later, on their anniversary, myungjun arrived at jinwoo’s apartment. after a kiss in greeting (to the protest of bin and minhyuk in the living room), myungjun said excitedly, “i have a gift for you! minhyuk?”

jinwoo looked mildly confused when minhyuk sighed and got up off the couch, but seemed to shrug it off as a smile overtook his face. “I have one for you, too.” he pulled myungjun with him into the kitchen, where a wrapped box sat on the counter. a moment later, minhyuk appeared, dropping myungjun’s carefully selected gift onto the counter as well.

grinning, myungjun pushed it towards jinwoo. “open it now. i think you could use it for dinner.”

jinwoo’s smile was bright enough to light up a city. he struggled a little bit with the bow, but in short order the box was open, he was pushing aside tissue paper and then-

myungjun’s heart stopped beating. “what’s wrong?” he said. “do you hate it? oh god, is it awful?”

carefully lifting the sweater out of the box- the softest sweater myungjun had ever touched, in a beautiful heather grey yarn and patterned in delicate cable knits- jinwoo’s face looked devastated. “no, babe, no, it’s-it’s beautiful. just, ah-” he dropped the sweater onto the counter, then grabbed the gift for myungjun. he huffed a laugh, then said, “i almost don’t want to give this to you now, but-”

myungjun took the proffered gift, making quick work of the wrapping paper. he opened the box, only to find looking up at him-

“i feel dumb,” jinwoo said, laughing a little. “i think i still have the receipt, we can go get something else before dinner-”

“jinwoo,” myungjun said, cutting him off.

“what?” he asked, eyes wide.

“we have,” myungjun breathed. “couple sweaters.”

jinwoo looked dumbfounded. “oh - i guess, yeah, uh-”

“couple sweaters,” myungjun repeated seriously.

they wore the sweaters out to dinner that evening, and received several compliments on them. myungjun had never been happier with a gift (given or received).