minjae has been smiling an abnormal amount today.
not that he would classify himself as a particularly sour person, but itās not that common for him to wear his emotions so openly, least of all in public. but, he just canāt help it, not today ā heās just so damn proud of his best friend.
(okay, so maybe itās expected that he should be prouder of mr. lee, forā¦ whatever paper he had published on god knows what, minjae honestly fails to see how itās that impressive, but what does he know? though he maintains his god-given right to be even prouder of junhee, because he knows how much work the younger has put in to get to where he is.)
the matching rings had been a surprise heād spent weeks planning ā figuring out exactly the right design, as well as trying to sneakily figure out junheeās ring size. the latter, as it turns out, hadnāt been that difficult. they hold hands often enough for jae to have practically memorized junās hands by now.
their fingers are interlaced again now, though below the table, an attempt at hiding it from their families.
(exactly what theyāre hiding, and why, minjae doesnāt know, but he knows better than to question it. junhee is his best friend, his person, and to him ā thatās enough. he hopes that it is for jun, too.)
the dinner is nice. minjaeās hand barely leaves junheeās the entire time ā only ever to eat, though most of the hours at the restaurant are spent chatting, most of the conversation revolving around mr. leeās latest achievement.
itās nice. even with his mom and minho there, with the focus elsewhere, itās almost easy to feel as if he isnāt mostly estranged from them, in his own (slightly messed-up) way.
still, itās a relief when they part ways, junhee and minjae bidding their families farewell before heading back to their apartment. they fall into a comfortable silence on the way home, a smile lingering on jaeās face as he looks forward to spending the rest of the evening with the younger male.
the day isnāt over yet, and jae can think of plenty of ways to keep celebrating jun making it through yet another year of med school, each slightly dirtier than the other.
but, hey, this only happens like, once a year. minjae thinks itās only fair that they celebrate it properly.
coming home together is a routine now, after all these years of living together. itās synchronized, almost as if itās a choreographed dance, when they take their outerwear off, put their slippers on, and fall into the couch together, tv turned on out of habit.
junheeās warmth finds his almost immediately, head falling onto his shoulder, fitting so perfectly itās almost as if it belongs there. minjae leans into the touch, head leaning to rest on top of junās, eyes flickering down to look at his face.
jae canāt help but let out a groan at junās words, slightly pulling back, though his hand quickly replaces his shoulder, gently cupping the youngerās jaw.
ādo we have to talk about your parents right now?ā he complains. āwe just spent hours with them.ā he uses his hand to angle junās face towards him, leaning back in towards his warmth.
āi kind of had other plans for the rest of our evening,ā he admits, gaze flickering down to the otherās lips. ānow that itās just the two of usā¦ā he closes the remaining distance between them, pressing their lips together ā gentle, at first, though itās not long before it turns more desperate, minjaeās lips parting to invite junhee to deepen the kiss.
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