(ofc I don’t mind :D I hope you enjoy~ also includes some brief minkey)
Jonghyun could swear that every single summer is hotter than the last. It isn’t made better by the fact that he’s forced to spend most of his time either behind a cash register or beside the gas pumps, working his butt off at the only gas station of the small town.
Or well, maybe that is a slight exaggeration. Most of his time is spent on waiting for customers and bickering with his best friend, who shows up every day without fail to buy a soda and to keep Jonghyun company for a while.
But it feels like he’s wasting his whole summer, anyway.
"Hey, hey, I got something for you."
Jonghyun raises a brow at the tone Taemin’s using. He then slowly lifts his gaze from the bowl of cereal sitting on his chest to where his boyfriend’s standing with his hands behind his back in the doorway of their bedroom.
Something’s not right here. “What’s that?” He calls back, but he’s pretty sure the food in his mouth made it more along the lines of "wassat." Thankfully, Taemin knows what he means.
Getting this in just before midnight!! >:D
The university library closes early before holiday weekends, which is kind of not awesome. Jonghyun’s got a stack of midterm papers to write. He also has a bottle of painkillers, twelve encouraging texts from Minho laden with emoji, and two extra-super-grande-whatever sized coffees. He can do this. Maybe.
Anatomy is not his strong suit, even with the handful of practice he’s had on underclassmen this year — though that was mostly in the dark, so it probably doesn’t count, he thinks with a frown. He’s got his shoes off, hair mussed, and he’s seriously considering unbuttoning his jeans. Hell, give it another hour and he’ll be adjusting his unseemly bits. No one’s in his corner of the library anyway. The empty table he’s got to himself is proof enough of that. He can hear the aircon whistle through the shelves and he’s pretty sure he saw a giant crumpled-paper tumbleweed roll through twenty minutes ago.
He’s looking out the huge window behind his chair, watching a duck waddle around the “Pond for Peace” (whatever that means), somewhere in the range of two hours and forty-seven minutes into his cram session. Maybe Jinki wouldn’t mind coming down to help him. Jinki finished his papers early, because he’s a smug honors student and he doesn’t have the amazing commitment Jonghyun does to pizza or 90s television reruns. Anyway, he’s distracting himself pretty well when he hears a throat clear in front of him — behind him? He is looking over his shoulder — followed by a weak half-cough.