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bictory ♥
hyunsik/minhyuk
pg-13, 1.1k words
"I'd really like otaku/nerd piques the closet nerd!popular kid's interest school AU or just manga dates in general ;u; ♥"
bictory ♥hyunsik/minhyuk
pg-13, 1.1k words
"I'd really like otaku/nerd piques the closet nerd!popular kid's interest school AU or just manga dates in general ;u; ♥"
Minhyuk likes to plan these outings carefully. There’s no one around so late at night on a Tuesday, especially on a night this cold, which means that the store will be empty too. It’s not that he’s afraid of running into someone he knows, but, well. It’s just easier if less people know about his embarrassing little hobby. Eunkwang knows, but he doesn’t count. He’s Minhyuk’s roommate, his best friend for years, and also possibly the weirdest person Minhyuk has ever met. He really doesn’t mind.
He’s been coming to this comic shop for a few weeks, and he’s never seen any familiar faces, so when he turns to greet the man behind the counter he jerks when he realizes he knows him. “Ah, hello, Minhyuk-ssi,” Lim Hyunsik says politely. If he’s surprised, he covers it well, smiling companionably at Minhyuk.
He’s not very big, but he’s got broad shoulders, strong arms that Minhyuk can see even underneath his sweater. They only know each other a little - they shared a class in Literature once, when Minhyuk needed to make up some first year credits, and they worked on one project together, but that’s the extent of their relationship. Most of what Minhyuk knows, he knows by observation, things he’s heard through the grapevine. He’s a talented singer, keeps to himself except for a few close friends, and he’s never seen without a manhwa in hand. “Nice to see you again, Hyunsik,” Minhyuk replies. And it is, he supposes. Hyunsik has always been easy to talk to, a genial guy, nice. Maybe he should make a bit more of an effort.
Other than his greeting, Hyunsik makes no move to pick up a conversation, and Minhyuk is grateful. He was trying to avoid people tonight anyway.
Minhyuk takes his time making his way through the stacks, but his focus is gone. He’d meant to come in here, pick up the newest books in a few of his series’, and then get out, but somehow his eyes keep finding their way up to the front of the shop. It’s not that odd, really, that Hyunsik would have a job on the side to support himself through university. Plenty of people do that kind of thing. And considering what little Minhyuk does know about him, it makes sense that Hyunsik would pick here. Still, he’s curious. He can see the dark circles under Hyunsik’s eyes as he bends over some paperwork at the counter, and he wonders how Hyunsik balances overnight shifts with classes.
He finds himself drifting back up towards the front of the store, almost without thinking. As he approaches, he realizes that Hyunsik’s doing homework. He has a textbook open and papers spread across the entire counter. “That’s handy,” Minhyuk says, and Hyunsik’s head snaps up. “You get paid to study. This must be a pretty good gig.” He hefts the manhwa in his hand. “Though, I’d probably just end up reading all night.”
Hyunsik looks a little surprised by Minhyuk, but he laughs, carefully sliding the textbook shut and turning towards him. “It makes up for the whole having to stay up all night thing,” he agrees. “If I can’t sleep, I at least get some extra study time in.” With Minhyuk’s presence, the tiredness in his eyes has eased a bit. He has a great smile, Minhyuk notes absently. There’s nothing memorably handsome about Hyunsik’s face, but his smile, his smile changes that.
“Lucky you,” Minhyuk says. He loosens his jacket, sets his manhwa choices down on the counter, and leans against it. It’s a lot warmer in here than it is outside, and he feels like he’ll be here for a while yet. “Have you worked here for a long time?” He comes here pretty regularly, usually late at night, and he’s never seen Hyunsik here before.
Hyunsik nods. “I don’t usually get stuck with the midnight shift,” he says, shrugging a shoulder, “but yeah, I’ve been here a few months.” He pauses and colours. “I’ve never - I didn’t know you were into manhwa.” He gestures at the books in front of Minhyuk.
“Ah, yeah,” Minhyuk laughs. “I know it’s a little -” He catches himself before he says something cruel - Hyunsik is a big fan of this stuff, obviously - and then Hyunsik isn’t the only one flushed. “ - I’m not the type of person you probably see around here.” Hyunsik is more the type, Minhyuk thinks. When he leans over the counter, he can see Hyunsik’s too-short pants and his ugly socks. They’re kinda cute. Still, Minhyuk isn’t like him. He plays on the soccer team and goes out to parties every weekend. He’s not...he’s different.
Hyunsik tips his head, looks thoughtful. Maybe Minhyuk isn’t as good as he’d thought at hiding his discomfort. “It’s cool,” he says, and when he smiles at Minhyuk, it’s bright in a way he’s never seen before. His eyes practically disappear as his entire face creases into his smile and Minhyuk’s heart stutters so hard he almost has to press a hand to to his chest to make sure it’s still going. Wow. “It’s like, you’re a man of mystery.”
Even Eunkwang gives him shit about the manhwa thing, and here Hyunsik is, insisting that it’s cool. It’s…it’s something. “Hey,” Minhyuk says. “I didn’t have dinner. Are you hungry?”
“Uh, I guess?” Hyunsik looks confused. “But I’m the only one in here. I can’t leave.” He’s blushing again, harder, and Minhyuk is a little bit entranced. He’s flustered, he doesn’t know what to do with Minhyuk, and Minhyuk kind of likes that he’s having this effect on him.
Minhyuk points over his shoulder at the chairs and tables that line one wall. “What if I order something in?” The whole time, there’s been no one else in the shop, and if Hyunsik can do his homework without worry, maybe he can slide out from behind the cash for a few minutes. Minhyuk thinks, only for a second, about his morning class and the paper he should work on.
“Oh, um.” Hyunsik grins again, so wide and genuine that Minhyuk thinks he might go weak in the knees. “Alright. Why not?”
Score. Minhyuk beams back at him. “How do you feel about jjajangmyeon?” he asks. His night has definitely gotten a lot more interesting.
He’s been coming to this comic shop for a few weeks, and he’s never seen any familiar faces, so when he turns to greet the man behind the counter he jerks when he realizes he knows him. “Ah, hello, Minhyuk-ssi,” Lim Hyunsik says politely. If he’s surprised, he covers it well, smiling companionably at Minhyuk.
He’s not very big, but he’s got broad shoulders, strong arms that Minhyuk can see even underneath his sweater. They only know each other a little - they shared a class in Literature once, when Minhyuk needed to make up some first year credits, and they worked on one project together, but that’s the extent of their relationship. Most of what Minhyuk knows, he knows by observation, things he’s heard through the grapevine. He’s a talented singer, keeps to himself except for a few close friends, and he’s never seen without a manhwa in hand. “Nice to see you again, Hyunsik,” Minhyuk replies. And it is, he supposes. Hyunsik has always been easy to talk to, a genial guy, nice. Maybe he should make a bit more of an effort.
Other than his greeting, Hyunsik makes no move to pick up a conversation, and Minhyuk is grateful. He was trying to avoid people tonight anyway.
Minhyuk takes his time making his way through the stacks, but his focus is gone. He’d meant to come in here, pick up the newest books in a few of his series’, and then get out, but somehow his eyes keep finding their way up to the front of the shop. It’s not that odd, really, that Hyunsik would have a job on the side to support himself through university. Plenty of people do that kind of thing. And considering what little Minhyuk does know about him, it makes sense that Hyunsik would pick here. Still, he’s curious. He can see the dark circles under Hyunsik’s eyes as he bends over some paperwork at the counter, and he wonders how Hyunsik balances overnight shifts with classes.
He finds himself drifting back up towards the front of the store, almost without thinking. As he approaches, he realizes that Hyunsik’s doing homework. He has a textbook open and papers spread across the entire counter. “That’s handy,” Minhyuk says, and Hyunsik’s head snaps up. “You get paid to study. This must be a pretty good gig.” He hefts the manhwa in his hand. “Though, I’d probably just end up reading all night.”
Hyunsik looks a little surprised by Minhyuk, but he laughs, carefully sliding the textbook shut and turning towards him. “It makes up for the whole having to stay up all night thing,” he agrees. “If I can’t sleep, I at least get some extra study time in.” With Minhyuk’s presence, the tiredness in his eyes has eased a bit. He has a great smile, Minhyuk notes absently. There’s nothing memorably handsome about Hyunsik’s face, but his smile, his smile changes that.
“Lucky you,” Minhyuk says. He loosens his jacket, sets his manhwa choices down on the counter, and leans against it. It’s a lot warmer in here than it is outside, and he feels like he’ll be here for a while yet. “Have you worked here for a long time?” He comes here pretty regularly, usually late at night, and he’s never seen Hyunsik here before.
Hyunsik nods. “I don’t usually get stuck with the midnight shift,” he says, shrugging a shoulder, “but yeah, I’ve been here a few months.” He pauses and colours. “I’ve never - I didn’t know you were into manhwa.” He gestures at the books in front of Minhyuk.
“Ah, yeah,” Minhyuk laughs. “I know it’s a little -” He catches himself before he says something cruel - Hyunsik is a big fan of this stuff, obviously - and then Hyunsik isn’t the only one flushed. “ - I’m not the type of person you probably see around here.” Hyunsik is more the type, Minhyuk thinks. When he leans over the counter, he can see Hyunsik’s too-short pants and his ugly socks. They’re kinda cute. Still, Minhyuk isn’t like him. He plays on the soccer team and goes out to parties every weekend. He’s not...he’s different.
Hyunsik tips his head, looks thoughtful. Maybe Minhyuk isn’t as good as he’d thought at hiding his discomfort. “It’s cool,” he says, and when he smiles at Minhyuk, it’s bright in a way he’s never seen before. His eyes practically disappear as his entire face creases into his smile and Minhyuk’s heart stutters so hard he almost has to press a hand to to his chest to make sure it’s still going. Wow. “It’s like, you’re a man of mystery.”
Even Eunkwang gives him shit about the manhwa thing, and here Hyunsik is, insisting that it’s cool. It’s…it’s something. “Hey,” Minhyuk says. “I didn’t have dinner. Are you hungry?”
“Uh, I guess?” Hyunsik looks confused. “But I’m the only one in here. I can’t leave.” He’s blushing again, harder, and Minhyuk is a little bit entranced. He’s flustered, he doesn’t know what to do with Minhyuk, and Minhyuk kind of likes that he’s having this effect on him.
Minhyuk points over his shoulder at the chairs and tables that line one wall. “What if I order something in?” The whole time, there’s been no one else in the shop, and if Hyunsik can do his homework without worry, maybe he can slide out from behind the cash for a few minutes. Minhyuk thinks, only for a second, about his morning class and the paper he should work on.
“Oh, um.” Hyunsik grins again, so wide and genuine that Minhyuk thinks he might go weak in the knees. “Alright. Why not?”
Score. Minhyuk beams back at him. “How do you feel about jjajangmyeon?” he asks. His night has definitely gotten a lot more interesting.
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AHHHHHH NERDY HYUNSIK AND HIS TOO SHORT PANTS AND UGLY SOCKS AND PERFECT SMILE ♥ ughh his melty smile ;__; and I can imagine tiny Minhyuk being his cute squirrel self while he's all up on the counter hehehe
JJAJANGMYEON, YESSSSS. Thank you for writing this adorable little piece hehe, I've been grinning dumbly at my computer screen for a long while now, it's so cuuuute >__< yay precious BTOBs <33
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