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✖ ° › ❛ AN UNEXPECTED VISIT . ❜

all min could hear was pounding, the blood rushing to his head in thumps so fast that he swore he was going to pass out. the familiar feeling of isolation crept over his neck with a venomous bite to his jugular, a room of familiar people washing away subconsciously.

that was the effect that cheol had, the only feeling he had left to offer. one of such bitter taste that min’s throat burned at the “five minutes.”

he wasn’t sure why he agreed, but he wasn’t sure of much when it came to him. the only thing he could trust was the way his stomach churned at the sight of him, the way his brain had screamed “idiot!” in repeated intervals since he agreed.

left with nothing but deafening silence as his friends assessed the situation, min couldn’t even bring himself to offer seungyoon a nod of reassurance. he knew the second he made eye-contact with his boyfriend he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to go.

it wasn’t even that he wanted to, but min knew cheol would make a scene if he didn’t. he could see it in the way his eyes narrowed at minsu expectantly. it served as a warning.

"i’ll be right back,” he muttered, so quiet that he was almost convinced he didn’t say it out-loud, before departing.

he didn’t even spare cheol a second glance as he made his way out of the house. fear was leading his every step, and he knew cheol was following him when the ground shook beneath him.

min hadn’t even made it to the grass before cheol spoke up. “can we go sit in my car?” he inquired. “it’s freezing and i don’t want them to eavesdrop on us.”

“no.” minsu answered in a flash. he’d never heard cheol sound so small, but it didn’t do anything for him. “say what you want to right here or i’m going back inside.”

seojun proceeded to clap his hands, rubbing them together for warmth. he was already beginning to shift uncomfortably, but that wasn’t satisfying enough for min. “well,” he began, “your birthday just passed, right? i wanted to see you for it, but you never answered your phone. i figured as much.”

of course min didn’t answer. it’s hard to answer a call from a blocked number.

“i wasn’t even sure where you were or what you were doing, but i ran into adam. he told me you’re usually out, off campus and uh ... here.” with an auditory and hesitant pause, cheol had only grazed the surface of the conversation.

“so you’re stalking me now?” min retorted. he hadn’t even realized that his arms had crossed over his chest. whether it was from the cold or out of defense, he wasn’t sure.

simply scoffing, his ex spewed, “i’d hardly call it stalking.” the silence that filled the cool night air made both of them uncomfortable. it took another minute before he spoke again. “i wanted to see you, but i wasn’t sure how. i had even planned what i wanted to say.”

silence.

“min, i miss you. i know it sounds stupid, but --” min had never been so quick to cut him off. in fact, he’d never cut him off before. it seemed cheol was always the one doing it to him. “don’t. don’t you dare.”

cheol stepped forward as minsu stepped back. the last thing he wanted was for cheol to close any distance between them; he’d rather be inside surrounded by people who cared about him, not one that pretended to.

“it’s been nearly two years. you don’t get to miss me.” min sharply insists, unfolding his arms to hold his hand up, almost as if it’ll aid in the divide between them.

expectantly however, cheol takes another step forward. “no, listen to me. i fucked up, i know what i did was wrong. i shouldn’t have treated you the way i did. i --” another interruption, “it’s too late to realize what you did was wrong!” min’s voice is elevated, but nothing compared to cheol’s. “stop fucking interrupting me goddammit!” he screams, temporarily loosing his cool in an all too familiar way.

min flinches away, eyes wide with a feeling he can’t quite pinpoint. the only thing he can feel is his feet glued into place. cheol seems much more on edge now, his wavering personality setting a fire even in the cold.

"that was always your problem. you didn’t know when to fucking stop. let me speak, alright?” he runs a hand through his hair, as if he’s grasping the situation but missing the reality. “i want another chance. i know it’s been a long time, but you owe me that much. you owe me an opportunity to prove myself.”

at this point min can’t even hide how baffled he is. a scoff parts his lips before he can even think of the consequences, looking away to collect his own thoughts he manages to divert his attention to cheol once again. “i don’t owe you shit.”

“it was your own damn fault that i cheated on you. i’m sick of you making it all out to be my fault.” he responds, his words making min feel sick.

he recognizes the burning sensation in his eyes instantly, batting his lashes to fight off tears. he can’t help the emotions that wash over him like a dagger to the stomach. min knows that if he doesn’t escape soon, cheol will twist it. “so what was the point of this? did you really want me back or did you want a clear conscious?”

cheol goes to speak, but the words don’t come. instead he’s left standing there, mouth agape as the wind blows violently. the pieces of hair swooped across his forehead blow out of view and min can see the gears crumbling as he searches for an excuse.

“why are you giving me a hard time, min.” he redirects the conversation, an attempt to regain his position of power in the conversation. “you love me. i’m all you've had.”

“loved,” min emphasizes, shaking his head as he takes a deep breath. the pressure lifts off his chest temporarily, and for a moment he thinks he can walk away and it’ll all be over. “i never had you to begin with, and i certainly don’t want you anymore. don’t come here again, cheol,” min concludes before turning to go back inside.

he was foolish to think it was that simple.

almost instantly cheol lunges forward, grabbing minsu by the arm in an attempt to stop him. his grip is tight and a serge of panic spreads its wings in min’s core before cheol even opens his mouth.

“what? you think i didn’t notice how close you were to that guy in there? what is he, your boyfriend? is that why you’re being so stubborn?” cheol begins, reaching for the knife lodged in min’s stomach. “he’s only with you because you’re good in bed, you know that.”

twist.

min doesn’t look at cheol, opting to forcefully tug his arm backward in an attempt to break free. it doesn’t work. “let go of me.”

his plea goes unanswered. instead, seojun twists the knife again. “you think any of them care about you? they’re all fucking losers, i can tell with a glance. none of them care about you. i’m the only person who’s ever cared about you. i’m the only person that can.”

even when he knows it isn’t true, it’s hard not to take his words to heart. vivid images of the party flash like bulbs in his head as he starts to feel dizzy, reaching up with his free hand to pry himself free. he’s so concentrated on battling his grip that he doesn’t even realize he’s beginning to cry.

the tears fall silently, but the cold wind stings his cheeks. somehow he escapes cheol’s grasp, backing away hurriedly to create more space between them.

“don’t make me embarrass you in front of all of them. i’m not leaving without a yes.”

min takes a moment, wiping away the few stray tears as he collects himself before heading back in. “then you can rot out here,” he mutters, moving as swiftly as he can towards the front door in hopes that he’ll make it there before cheol does.

#✖ ° › 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 – 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢 .

spvriteds:

the reason why the prospect of saying i love you to minsu began and ended with the fact that this was the first time seungyoon had ever loved someone in the way he did. people had always told him and adelaide that they were perfect together, that they were meant to do, but that was all based in heteronormativity and two long-played games of make-believe. but this was so authentic that it stretched from his skull to his toes and radiated. it wasn’t like it wasn’t reciprocated, he knew that much, but the words were still terrifying for whatever silly, emotionally constipated reason his brain gave him. he kept himself busy, avoiding what was coming with fervor, slipping his hand between min’s thighs and gripping the one closest to him with a determined hand. “watch the movie,” he said, then proceeded to busy his mouth with nipping at the soft expanse of skin below his boyfriend’s ear. so much of the movie went by, that by the time he pulled away, there were two blossoming hickeys left in his wake. and as he glanced up, the proud smirk he had planned slipped right from his face. the words came out like a faucet turned on, as if they were a matter of fact. “i love you,” he said, to the side of min’s face, hand kneading into the muscle of min’s thigh. “i really love you.”

love - it was a sentiment minsu was more than familiar with. he loved openly and fearlessly, loved the way that the leaves whistled every time the wind blew, loved the way the crisp winter air turned his nose button red, loved his family and friends, and more importantly, loved seungyoon. it was something he’d known for a while, a feeling so erratic that his heart pounded out three syllables against his ribcage each time yoonie did something as little as smile. his traveling hand was enough to make minsu grit his teeth, a variation of a scoff and laugh expelling at his demand. as if he could concentrate on anything other than the way that seungyoon’s lips traced silently down his neck, his breath fanning over the nape of his neck chillingly. he’d be lying if he said he’d paid attention to the movie, the missing chunk of plot replaced with the way that min’s hands wrapped into seungyoon’s hair instead, his free hand resting over the one yoonie had placed over his thigh. he hadn’t realized his eyes were closed until seungyoon pulled away and spewed the confession, his eyes fluttering open in awe-coated bliss. minsu wasted no time in turning to look at his boyfriend, searching his face. he tried to photograph his face in that moment, but he felt out of focus with a feeling so intense that it radiated throughout his entire body. “i love you,” he returned, nodding his head with so much assurance that he feared it would snap. “i'm really in love with you, seungyoon.”

#✖ ° › 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮 – 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛 .

coastcls:

“you wouldn’t do that to me–you love me too much.” there wasn’t much thought put into his sentence before he spoke, but, after the words had already left his mouth, angel was left with a mind full of loud, relentless ideas. it was a mistake on his drunken part to have mentioned the single word: love. now, the only thing he could focus on was what it meant to him, and what clementine meant to him. the liquor-soaked thoughts grew wildly until the moment her voice snapped the boy back to reality. “you have a bed, though. and a roommate who isn’t… murderous. well…” tipping his head back, angel reconsidered the statement, “sometimes i think val wants to kill me. but the difference is i know she won’t. grey… grey needs to be on some kind of watchlist. but, really–i’m a big boy, i can nap on the couch and not hurt myself… unless you, like, actually want to, of course.”

angel’s words were carelessly tossed into the open (not something unusual for him) but the weight of them made all the difference. “whatever you say,” she opted casually, rolling her eyes despite how the tension was enough to encourage her to tuck and roll out of the car. the casual conversation almost felt more painful then their willful ignorance. “do i have a bed? i completely forgot.” sarcastic quips were her best bet at remaining composed. “val couldn’t hurt a fly if she tried. alternatively someone would die if it weren’t for her,” clementine snorted, alternatively laughing instead of commenting on greyson. she took a moment to think on his toss-up, almost embarrassed to admit that she wanted to stay in the living room with him. any time spent with angel, sober or drunk, was preferable. "i want to, so don’t try to talk me out of it.”

#✖ ° › 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 .

spvriteds:

it was easy to pretend they were the only two people in the theatre, in the building, in the world. even if the lights hadn’t been off and the seats around them vacant, seungyoon could certainly block everything else out with just one glance over at min’s face. and it was much more pleasant with background music, dragging his eyes around the surface of his boyfriend’s face freely. he had photographed it so many times, he shouldn’t need to look this closely and yet, he felt the need to where the opportunity was given. the word love felt so heavy in the air between them, but only for seungyoon. in fact, that word had been on his mind nonstop lately, or, in reality, a long time. when min glanced over, complaining, and yoonie drew his lips away from the soft skin of his neck, yoonie just gestured back to the screen, prompting them both to watch the movie. he made it another 20 minutes, deeper into the story and the music, before he was drawn to look back at min by the little seedling of yearning that was forming in his chest. it would spill out eventually, overflow past his lips like bubbly champagne. to assuage the pull, he leaned forward to press his lips against min’s jaw, and then caught min’s ear in his lips, releasing it only to press more open mouthed kisses down his neck. it was obnoxious, sure, but it was keeping his mouth occupied when the thing threatened to give things away too fast, and that was what he needed for the duration of the movie.

no matter how enticing the storyline was, minsu couldn’t deny that he was spending more time stealing glances from his peripheral at seungyoon than he was paying attention to the screen. each time a flash of color illuminated the theatre he took his chance, admiring the way that the bright reds and pinks highlighted his cheekbones. there was no denying that he had it bad for seungyoon; not even the playful glare that he sported before diverting his attention back to the screen could fool anyone. they stood like that for a while, minsu stealing sideways glances at his boyfriend as he did his best to remain composed. at some point he started actually paying attention to the plot again, straightening his posture so that he could sling an arm around seungyoon’s shoulder to play with his hair. his leg slung further up seungyoon’s own as his fingers ran through his hair slowly, weaving in and out of the strands. he had remained otherwise occupied with the rhythmic movement and unfolding story until the familiar warmth of his boyfriends soft lips snuck up on him, a quiet hum rumbling in his throat as they traveled. he hadn’t realized it, but his hand had seized its movement, slinging limply over his shoulders as he sunk into yoonie. “hey,” he whispered, though a laugh accompanied it, “what are you doing?” he had no complaints, but he was curious. his hand pressed to the side of seungyoon’s face, fingers lacing through his hair as he began playing with his ear. “like me more than the movie?”

#✖ ° › 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮 – 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛 .

spvriteds:

people always doubted that min was the one, in the relationship, with the exhibitionist streak that got yoonie in trouble. but then again, those people also couldn’t recognize the almost natural mischievous glint that was currently appearing on his boyfriend’s face. their claims were based on the fact that, in general, seungyoon was the more hyper of the pair, but their claims would be easily found baseless if they actually knew anything about what went down between them. “a request,” he said, voice soft and pleading, as he tried to analyze the expressions on min’s face. he was riding on the fact that this was a movie min had wanted to see and not him, therefore he was more likely to be transfixed on what was going on onscreen rather than what was in yoonie’s pants. “just… please, everything i’ve heard about this movie puts it right up your alley,” he said, trying to ignore what min’s hand was doing until it was safely in his. he would probably never get over it, not completely anyway, the feeling of such a simple thing as having min’s hand in his. having him so close that it was easy to make out all of his best features, even with the lights dark. he didn’t realize he was staring so obviously, though, but he didn’t really care, even when min called him out. “sorry,” he singsonged, not sounding sorry at all, and jiggled the leg that was fit under min’s just a bit. the movie began quickly and of course, in proper musical form, the whole thing started out with a love story. he knew plenty about old fashioned musicals, one of his required courses was an art and culture history course, so he could pretty much deduce the rest of the story based purely on that. it was his justification for leaning in closer to min and pressing a feather light kiss to the spot on min’s neck just below his ear. the romantic music swelled and something pressed in seungyoon’s heart, unidentified but ever present, at the feeling.

minsu’s ability to seem inconspicuous when it came to the houses sexual theories between the two was near encouraging; something to take pride in. watching seungyoon plead for mercy this once made his heart swell, jutting out his bottom lip as he doted on his boyfriend. though the temptation was there, his inability to keep his hands off his boyfriend a pressing issue in an unpacked theatre, min was more intrigued by how the movie would unravel. “it seems like it is, so since you asked me so nicely i’ll consider.” it was all in good fun. he couldn’t tell him that he’d follow his request, offering mercy simply because he was putty under his pleading eyes. that much was evident as he melted closer into his side, bringing seungyoon’s hands up to his lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles as the introduction began. “don’t be sorry,” he whispered, “i love it.” his voice was tender despite the fact he knew seungyoon didn’t actually mean it, letting his eyes linger for a little longer before he let the music draw him in. theatric as expected yet beginning to exceed expectations, the love story that unfolded brought minsu subconsciously closer to yoonie, lips rolling together as his eyes keenly watched romance blooming on the screen. drawn into the story, he was caught off guard by the kiss pressed to his neck, one that sent a wave of heat to the pit of his stomach, the butterflies he’d never grow accustomed to making their appearance. a smile tugged at his lips as he turned to look at seungyoon, momentarily distracted from the screen. “what are you doing? i thought if anyone would have trouble paying attention it would be me,” he chuckled, eyes fluttering from his lips to his eyes, searching (rather admiring) his boyfriend’s eyes. his breath fanned over the space between them, and he knew he’d never get used to the way that his heart beat erratically in his presence.

#✖ ° › 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮 – 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛 .

spvriteds:

seungyoon had extremely valid reasons to avoid the movie theatre as a spot for dates with minsu, those being that his boyfriend had the (not so unusual) problem of not being able to keep his hands to himself, and yet there he was, buying two tickets to the greatest showman. they shuffled through the motions of getting their tickets and snacks with ease, yoonie with his hand glued to the small of min’s back, leaning his chin on the shorter boy’s shoulder whenever there was a lull in movement, and eventually they made their way into theatre 10 and sat in the seats they (read: min) had chosen towards the back. “are you actually gonna watch the movie?” yoonie said once he had leaned the chair back, pushing the armrest between their seats up despite his better judgment, so he could sprawl out and tuck one leg under min’s. it was only them and another couple towards the front of the theatre and the previews had already started playing, so even if min did get any ideas, it wouldn’t be nearly as embarrassing as it was when they went to see the last jedi in a packed theatre and they had to slip out before the climax of the movie. before he completely settled in comfortably, seungyoon leaned over to press a soft kiss to the apple of min’s cheek, and then pulled away to try to focus. it was difficult, admittedly, to not glance over at his boyfriend’s face, illuminated by the silver screen. with his fingers twitching, he gazed on, peacefully, as the other boy watched the previews.

it was no secret that minsu had a horrible habit with wandering hands, his better judgement malfunctioning with every glance his boyfriend had to offer. even as they picked through the snacks (or, rather, had them handed to them. the theatre was more than familiar with them) he couldn’t hide his amusement at seungyoon’s skepticism. yet, blaming him for it was unrealistic. min had, after all, led his boyfriend to the back of the theatre, partly out of habit and partly for reassurance. min shuffled in easily, plopping into a seat of his choosing as he placed the small variety of sweets at their feet, gazing over his shoulder as seungyoon pulled his attention with a valid quip. “is that a question or a request?” min humored quietly, a brow raised in challenge as he remained undecided. he wasn’t sure what was more fun -- watching seungyoon squirm without reassurance or pretending that he was giving him ideas he didn’t already have as he sat back, resting easily into the seat as he one two scooted closer to yoonie, slinging his leg over his boyfriend’s. “i’ve heard really good things about the movie, so maybe you’ll get lucky. i’ve been told i’m pretty good at multitasking, though.” he teased lightheartedly, patting seungyoon on the pit of stomach as he dared to retract his hand in a drag, much too low and slow. clearly amused with himself, he offered an adoring laugh, dragging his hand further to slip it into seungyoon’s. he could only go a few minutes of pretending that he didn’t see seungyoon watching him until he turned to look back at him. his cheek rested on his own shoulder, shielding a smile. “i think the question should be are you actually gonna watch the movie?”

#✖ ° › 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮 – 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛 .

coastcls:

“no, we’re not…” what kind of argument could mik have against that logic? he rolled his shoulders back, letting out a bit of a sigh as he faced the other boy. feeling particularly calm and putting his best foot forward, mik let the subtle jab at him slide by. finally, after only more awkward silence, he spoke up again. “seriously though, man. what’s the deal with you–i mean, your deal with me? is it just because of…” mikaele could have left it at that, but after waving his hand in a useless gesture, he continued anyway, “cosette?”

what would be considered awkward silence for others was instead comfortable for greyson. the lingering fear that mikaele was on the verge of breaking it again, however, was enough to coerce greyson to finish the slice off as fast as he could. the shrilling voice of mik broke the silence all too soon, greyson putting down the crust with resignation as he prepared himself for whatever bullshit the boy was going to spew. cosette’s name was enough to make him see red. “seriously, nothing gets through that fucking thick scull of yours does it? of course it is.” he bit, throwing the crust into the trash with much more force than intended. “my deal with you is that you’re inconsiderate and abnormally stupid. i don’t care how much you vape and fuck cosette. is that enough for you?”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

coastcls:

“back off, frigid witch!” with an empty hand, angel pretended to wave a wand around, ending his gesture by bopping his index finger on the top of clementine’s head. settling into the seat, his head leaned back against the rest, watching the girl as she drove the car down the narrow street. “hm?” angel hummed, needing a moment to replay her question before answering. “who? grey? i mean, how late is it? he might still be awake. in which case, the loud shouldn’t be too bad.” angel leaned forward, checking the time via the clock on the car’s dashboard. “oh. well… maybe i’ll crash on the couch or something,” he admitted with blushing cheeks, laughing ( mainly at himself ).

clementine feigned insult, leaning over to slap his hands away. “frigid witch? i’ll remember that when you have a killer hangover in the morning. you can walk home next time.” there was a lack of sincerity behind her words, humor making her threat empty. silence proceeded to wash over them, clem tapping her fingers gently on the wheel as she found her way back to the main streets. the lights that washed over angel through the car window as they drove were enough to pull her attention, looking at him instead of the time. the flush of his cheeks was undetectable, but hers reflected a bright red. she had to force herself to look away before he caught her. “then i guess i’ll chill in the living room with you. i think we just washed some of the blankets tonight, too so i’ll grab those for you when we get home.”

#✖ ° › 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 .

coastcls:

“you’re cold, don’t!” he complained at her attempt to warm him, leaning forward to laugh. it didn’t take long for angel to answer with a defensive stance. “not a lot, i promise. seriously. like, a couple beers. and my friend made some weird mixed thing–that’s what really got me. i wasn’t expecting that… shit-shot. it was real bad, but i had to take it because,” angel took a huff of air in and squared his shoulders, trying to imitate mik, “that’s just what bros do, bro.” after catching her subtle reminder, he went to sling his seatbelt over and buckle it in, not wanting clem to have to wait a moment too long for him. “but then i’ll get sick too, and if i get sick, i’ll probably get grey sick, and if i get grey sick, i’ll get killed. so please, if you appreciate my life at all, don’t get sick.”

clementine feigned offense instantaneously, hands held out in front of her with brows furrowed so tight that her forehead crinkled. “what do you mean i’m cold? i’m trying to help you! my hands are,” she paused, placing one on her forearm to realize that her hands were in fact cold, “warmer than outside. that counts for something.” with that she found herself laughing in tandem with angel. she couldn’t tell if it was from her belated realization or contagious laugh. “mhm, sure. that’s what they all say, y’know. if mik was the voice inside your head that convinced you to do it, i think you might have a serious problem on your hands.” once he was buckled in, she threw the car into reverse, backing out of the driveway and beginning to navigate back out of the neighborhood. “are you sure that getting him sick is the only thing he’ll kill you for? going back into the room drunk and louder than usual might get you a life sentence itself.”

#✖ ° › 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 .

coastcls:

before the knocks on the door started to bounce through the room, angel was already saying his goodbyes. it was only seconds after the knocks stopped that he lunged forward and opened the door, surprised to actually see his friend waiting for him. “clem!” he shouted, both out of happiness and shock. “it’s freezing! car, car, let’s go–see yah! come on, heater, heater!” in between his rushed words, angel waved once more into the house, and then got to turning clementine around and gently pushing her towards her car. “were you asleep? i could have ubered if you were sleeping.” as soon as her car doors unlocked, he rushed inside, flipping on the heat before the keys were in the ignition. “if i woke you up and give you a cold because of this, i’m… sorry.” angel’s sentence was lost before he could even finish it, the alcohol stealing the idea he had right out from under him.

before her first could collide with the door it was flung open, clementine admittedly caught off guard as she was greeted by the boisterous yet all adoring voice of angel. with her hands frozen in the air, she watched as his friends all dismissed angel, voices overlapping with one another as she offered them a sympathetic wave. as she was ushered off, clementine began fumbling with her keys, cheeks splitting into a smile at his familiar presence. “how much did you drink?” she inquired despite the fact that the radiating smell of booze spoke volumes for her alone. unlocking the door, she climbed in as soon as she could, flipping the car on while simultaneously reaching over to run her hands over his arms in an attempt to warm him. “i wasn’t sleeping, don’t let the pants fool you. i can’t remember the last time i slept before three in the morning.” she insisted with reassurance, sinking into her seat as she motioned towards him to put his seatbelt on. “and if i get sick, which i’m sure i won’t, you’re just responsible for taking care of me.”

#✖ ° › 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 .

coastcls:

he should have known better than to think greyson was going to play along. what his girlfriend had tasked him with was nothing simple for either parties. as much as he wanted to please her, and bring a little more peace to the house they all lived in, he could only push so far before grey got in the way of improvement. mikaele rolled his eyes, and lifted off of the counter, standing straight up. for a second, he couldn’t think of anything to say. “brownie points for trying?” mik finally squeaked out, shrugging. “come on, dude, listen. i don’t want… to keep fighting with you.” it was like the words were poison in his mouth, each one more difficult to speak.

when greyson analyzed the situation at hand, he couldn’t help but feel that the sincerity behind his words didn’t quite match his eyes. it was an odd combination, resembling something similar to a script. a friendship under the terms of an agreement rather than geniality was too bitter of a pill to swallow, even for greyson. so instead of assuming a role, he merely remained emotionless, not batting an eye in amusement or distaste at his joke. besides, even greyson knew mik all too well -- the joke was rather a cover for uncomfortable silence than it was anything else. “we’re not fighting right now, are we?” he pointed out, brows raised as if to prove a point. “so long as you don’t say any stupid shit, it looks to me like we can manage.”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

with her phone thrown into the middle console rather carelessly, clementine let a choppy breathe guide her hands towards the ignition as she took off. with angel only a few minutes away at a friends house, and surely drunk off his ass, clementine was beginning to realize just how far she’d go for him as she gradually melted more under his soft gaze. with feelings that threatened to rip apart her ribcage, clem felt increasingly more distressed by how every nerve was left on end in his presence. however, she thankfully didn’t have much time to let the thought simmer and drive her to insanity as she pulled up to her destination, shooting him a text that she had arrived before climbing out of the drivers seat. swallowing the exasperating thoughts she had, clementine approached the home clad in pajama pants to knock on the door herself. the last thing she wanted to do was burn gas waiting in the driveway.

#✖ ° › 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 .

coastcls:

“oh, absolutely.” mik looked down at the counter, wishing that someone, any of the seemingly hundreds of people who lived in the house, would come through the front door and save him from the conversation. he had wholeheartedly expected greyson to ignore the pizza offer and walk away–but he had promised cosette to reach out to the other boy. “what have you been up to today?” he tried to put as much interest in his tone of voice as possible, despite not giving a single shit.

greyson contemplated walking away at that moment of silence, stomach full and mouth occupied in an attempt to save him from saying something else. however, watching mik look down at the counter rather uncomfortably was something that only brought a sense of accomplishment to greyson, keeping him in place. once mik offered another break in the silence, greyson found himself unable to mask his reaction, face contorting with distaste and confusion at the advancement. “okay so,” he began, a cough masking the laugh that threatened to surface, “i’m fine with pretending for a few minutes over pizza, but we’re not suddenly buddies because you gave me a slice. don’t pretend to be interested ‘cause i’m sure as shit not.”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

coastcls:

another laugh, this time more reserved, came from mik. he reached over, taking the smaller of the two slices left, biting into it. “i don’t know who she’ll try to kill first. you for eating it, or me for not saving her any.” the boy planted his elbows on the counter, sighing. “if it didn’t take a whole team of dominos workers to feed this place, i would have just gotten some for everybody.”

taking another significant bite into his own slice, he chewed without much interest otherwise in the conversation, his ears almost ringing at the unfamiliar sound of mik’s reserved laughter in response. though sarcastic quips twirled in his head, he opted to keep their conversation at bay -- with no one to stop greyson from murdering mik, that was best. “as much as i’d like to say she’d attack you first, i think she’d come for me out of spite. i’m her favorite pass time.” he rolled his eyes with a twinge of humor, making way into the crust with another bite. “eating out doesn’t really work unless we all pitch in. you’d come back with a penny to your name if you tried.”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

coastcls:

there was a lot to dislike about greyson. his sour attitude, his pompous exterior, and the simple fact that his relationship with mik’s currently girlfriend was still up in the air all added to the conclusion that he wasn’t mikaele’s biggest idol. yet, there had always been a part of him that felt guilty for what he’d done. and no matter how big mik himself got, it remained still. “she’ll smell the box and be pissed that she didn’t get any,” he laughed, trying to shake off the discomfort of the situation.

greyson, despite the silence that ironically was avoidable, still felt uncomfortable -- a tender bitterness wrinkling his forehead as it often did. moments of solidarity were sparse, and an empty house shared between the two of them were rare, but for once he didn’t feel like lunging over the box to strangle mik in irritation. that, of course, could change at any given moment ( he concluded that it was solely because mik remained relatively quiet ). “guess we’ll have to finish the box before she gets home, then. i want to get her reaction on camera.”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

coastcls:

a dramatic eye roll was the result of mik’s best-behaved reaction. without meeting the other boy’s eyes, he flipped open the box, a couple pieces of pizza stacked on top of each other to fit inside the container. “no,” he said, flatly, pushing the box a little closer to him, “take your pick.” biting his tongue wasn’t working. another strand of words slipped out. “or don’t. i don’t really care.” the gesture, which was meant to be a slightly thoughtful one from mikaele, was quickly loosing all meaning.

suspicious was perched on his brow, eyes glazed over dismissively as he opened the box. it wasn’t that greyson didn’t believe mikaele, but trust was nothing short of nonexistent between the two. keeping people at a distance was greyson’s thing, but keeping the painful stereotype that was his exes new boyfriend at distance was only expected. at the prospect of mikaele not caring, he decided it was worth the potential ‘poisoning’ of a piece as he grabbed one at random and stuck it in his house. “if you don’t care then i might as well.” his delivery was blunt and short, monotonous as he continued the conversation. “the second anyone else sees the box all hope for a slice is fuckin’ gone. they’re like vultures. ‘m sure wit could sniff it out the second she gets home.”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

coastcls:

@misvrablcs

“hey,” mik threw out the simple greeting upon entering the kitchen and seeing grey. not even a smile accompanied the word as he saw the other male. he held back a sigh, putting a small box of pizza on the counter, alongside his keys. “you want any? leftovers from lunch.” less than half an hour ago he was sitting with cosette on campus. now, he had the pleasure of being left alone in the house with greyson, knowing that everyone else ( unless unexpected guests were hiding out ) was gone.

unwarranted company only solicited silence from greyson as his head rolled from one shoulder to another, an automatic response of preparation. interaction with anyone in the house was a project for greyson, but something about mik spiked an instantaneous migraine; both well aware of what that something was. rolling on his heel to address mik from the fridge, greyson eyed the pizza box that accompanied him, lips still pressed into a hard line. he couldn’t help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive behind the offer. “what? spit on the piece you’re going to give me?”

#✖ ° › 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 – 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒 .

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