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he mentions it first around a mouthful of pan fried pork buns, the tv humming softly in front of them left neglected. ordinary, stress-free nights at the dorm are spent like this, usually: takeaway food and whatever variety shows are on propped up on the dorm living room’s communal table, though it’s usually masked by chatter ( in their case, there’s the occasional bicker, quick-witted retort or two ). but tonight they’ve got the dorm to themselves, the other boys off who knows where, leaving more room for banter between he and hajoon ( as if they needed any more room for it, really ). and while the dinner had started out with just that — smart quips and brusque witticisms and all — things had fallen into a low hum, both idols now preoccupied with the food, glorious food laid out in front of them.
he says it first like this: “you know, i think you might be one of my best friends.”
he almost chokes on his own spit, then and there, because tough guy jae seo doesn’t do feelings ( this isn’t entirely true; anyone who knows him and his family can prove otherwise, but he’s always had different rules for them, anyway ). he tries to process his spur of the moment words but comes up short, and while he now tries to hide his face behind his cup of iced tea there’s no denying his rose flushed ears, lighting up like twin bulbs.
nice save.
“i mean.” jae clears his throat, trying to salvage himself from embarrassment, god forbid. “i think you could be one of my best friends if you weren’t so damn wrong about your opinions all the time.” confidence begins to rebuild itself inside him, and now jae has the courage to even look up with a broad smirk.
things are fine as they are, he thinks; hajoon already knows how much he means to him anyway.
“so, again, about pineapples on pizza …”
