sanha/rocky, idk cheesy stuff. (fluffy fluff that fluffs)
They’re dancing around it, avoiding the issue at hand altogether.
Minhyuk thinks there might have been point to being coy and holding back at some point. Maybe when he wasn’t sure if Sanha was single, there had been a reason to be very careful with his words, his expressions, his lingering eyes. But now, there is nothing in his way except for habits. An instinctive self-defense mechanism that stands in the way of a beginning.
Sanha lingers, longer than he needs to; his drinks are finished and a friend is coming to pick him up. His lips are fixed in a demi-smile as he speaks. It only slips when someone else steals Minhyuk’s attention away for a brief moment.
Minhyuk supposes now is as good a moment as any. He and Sanha should stop waiting. Eventually, someone needs to take the first step and have the courage to weather the briefest moment of uncertainty. Even if nothing comes of it, their friendship can live on.
Minhyuk leans over the bar, sliding a glass of water to Sanha.
“Are you interested in anyone right now?” Minhyuk pauses as he watches Sanha’s eye go wide. He clears his throat and adds: “Romantically speaking.”
Sanha nods his head slowly, words seemingly stuck in his throat.
He wants to laugh; it is cute and a little bit out of character. Sanha rarely buffers, always has something witty lined up to say next. Maybe he wasn’t expecting Minhyuk to break their pattern so soon.
“Can I ask who it is?”
Sanha breaks eye contact and looks at the finished wood of the bar. He touches the side of his water glass and uses the condensed water to write with his finger: you.
He looks back up at Minhyuk, anticipation holding his breath back, eyes hopeful.
Minhyuk wipes it away and rests his elbows on his side of the bar. He feels his cheeks aching from the smile on his face, “Do you want to go on a date with me sometime? Soon?”
Sanha clears his throat and tucks a non-existent flyaway behind his ear, “Yes. I’d like that a lot.”
Sanha rests his hand against his cheek and sighs dreamily. Minhyuk can feel his stare for the next twenty minutes as Sanha waits for Myungjun to safely pick him up and deliver him home.
(When Myungjun does arrive and tries to herd Sanha outside, Sanha turns back every two seconds to smile and wave and giggle at Minhyuk in a prolonged goodbye.
Minhyuk hums to himself as he cleans up the bar. Even tedious chores can’t ruin his mood.)
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