#50SOP

[50setsofplayif]

Is the MC genderlocked or can we choose?

I'm going to make sure everyone can play this game, so yes. The option to choose will be available.

[hfbinks]

WIP Tag Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

thank you for the tags @elegiesforshiva & @amethystsong 💚

Tagging: @aphrodaisyacs @silverwordswrites @jemeryl @draphrawrites @ohmoka @bojanus @soysaurus @vhaenya @vriddy

Tagging a whole gaggle bc my WIP names are freaking boring (no, i'm serious, you'll see in a sec) ALSO no rushing! Take all the time you need/want to do this, just lemme be curious ffs pls

50SoP - Ochako fashion show

Amethyst B-Day gift

ATH zine - Winter Edition

bandits for life

BDSM exch -

Call Me By My Name

Dabi BB 2022

Dabi/Magne FemDom exch

dbhwks week 2022

Domme zine - [title blacked out]

Empyrean Heart II

Gojo Cat zine - Rule #1

Hawks/Sharkfoxgirl

KCCHK - Sugar Rush

kingmaker

MeiMei/Nanami

My Big Fat Freudian Slip

racing au

Sweet Dreams zine - One Thing to Do

TojiGo zine -TBD [< that's the literal name]

Valkyries Day 2

Vllains Bang - pinprick

WLW BAng - shrine of your lies

I think that's all of them now...........

[wandamaximoffbae]

OR Sara ➡️ 50sop

Tw ed

no eating = no mess

so it’s ok

[drlisaweah]

Grateful!! #50SOP #10Xgrace #leggo https://www.instagram.com/p/CKxjaKbFJ9D/?igshid=v6s2ac2ukfsp

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Toes

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART TEN: Toes (G, 645 words)

They’ve wandered out ahead, as they tend to do, and Minseok is playfully pushing Luhan away as he tries to take his hand. Luhan pushes him back, so Minseok shoulder-checks him, and Luhan returns it with a laugh. Minseok’s next shove is forceful enough to send Luhan staggering sideways, and Minseok, met with no resistance, goes sprawling to the pavement.

“Oh my god,” Luhan laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Minseok snorts. “Help me up, you giant idiot.”

He’s grinning as he reaches up to grab Luhan’s arm, but Luhan doesn’t miss the way Minseok’s other hand is hovering by his ankle.

“Your foot.” He squats down and reaches for Minseok’s shoe.

“Luhan, I’m fine.” Minseok pokes at his ankle, frowns, and begins to get to his feet. “It’s only a short walk back to the dorm.”

“Then it’s only a short walk for me to carry you.” Luhan pushes Minseok back down onto his butt, ignores his huff of protest, and pulls his shoe off.

“Luhan-”

“How’s that?” Luhan twists Minseok’s foot from side to side.

“Fine.”

“And that?”

“That’s okay.”

“How about that?” Luhan flexes Minseok’s foot upwards, and Minseok winces.

“It’s f-”

“Liar.” Luhan pulls Minseok’s other shoe and socks off to compare his feet. His ankle doesn’t look swollen, at least, but Luhan’s not taking chances. “As soon as we get back to the dorm you gotta put ice on it. I don’t think it’s sprained? But I’m not sure.”

“You fuss an awful lot,” Minseok says.

“Of course I do,” Luhan replies. “It’s my job.”

Minseok rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile underneath it.

“Okay, help me up.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“Hell no, just this morning you said your back wasn’t healed yet-”

“It’s fine, Min, you’re not that heavy-”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Kris, having caught up with them, strides straight into the middle of the conversation. “No need to worry. Hyung is here to help.”

“You are nobody’s hyung in this situation,” Minseok points out.

“I’m my hyung,” Kris says, and doesn’t give any more explanation than that. Crouching down, he grabs Minseok’s arms and hauls them up over his shoulders. “Come on, Xiao Gege. Let’s get you home.”

“I can walk, you know,” Minseok protests.

“I know.” Kris hoists him up onto his back. “But isn’t this so much more fun?”

“... Yes,” Minseok admits, then gives a surprised giggle as Kris bounces him into a better position.

Tao, Jongdae and Yixing wander up behind them.

“What’s going on?” Tao asks, equal parts bewildered and suspicious.

“Uminnie’s feet hurt,” Jongdae guesses, and reaches out to pinch one of Minseok’s toes.

“Just the one,” Luhan clarifies. He runs a finger along the underneath of Minseok’s toes, bumping from one to the other until Minseok wriggles and pulls his foot away.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he insists, “but these two won’t let me walk.”

“Ah,” says Yixing, as if this is a very reasonable state of affairs.

“We have to look after you,” Kris says matter-of-factly. “You’re important.”

“Why don’t you ever look after me like this?” Tao says.

“Because you’re not important.”

As Tao begins to complain, Luhan returns to Minseok’s toes. He tweaks them one by one, pinching each pink little pad and brushing his thumb over the knuckles. When he looks up, Minseok is staring at him. One eyebrow is raised, but there’s an underlying fondness there that warms everything inside Luhan’s chest.

“I love you,” Minseok mouths at him over Kris’s shoulder.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Kris declares. He shakes his head, hoists Minseok into a more comfortable hold, and turns to lead the way back to the dorms. “No, no, no. I heard nothing. Did someone say something? Not that I heard.”

Minseok laughs and glances back over his shoulder at Luhan, his eyes sparkling as his toes wiggle in delight.

[50setsofplayif]

Okay guys I got all the RO's finally ready! Just gotta present them properly with their respective little descriptions then tada!

[50setsofplayif]

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩,

Congratulations on your acceptance into Golden Winter Academy. We're thrilled to have you join our community of scholars and talented individuals.

At Golden Winter Academy, we pride ourselves on fostering a culture of intellectual curiosity, critical thinking, and lifelong learning. Our world-class sporting reputation and other cutting-edge resources are at your disposal to help you achieve your full potential.

We look forward to meeting you at our upcoming orientation program, where you'll have the chance to learn more about our curriculum, campus life, and meet your fellow students.

Once again, congratulations on your acceptance to Golden Winter Academy. We're excited to have you on board and can't wait to see what you'll achieve.

Sincerely, Hazim Patel

𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓶 𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵

President of Golden Winter Academy.

[50setsofplayif]

Is MC the same age as the ROs, or around the same age, or are they older? Mostly because, I’ve never played any sports, when I read manager I thought MC was older the same way like a Coach but I’ve never played sports before so idk if students can be managers or how old managers are

MC being a cheerleader would have been interesting to see 🤔

To answer the first question, the mc would be a grade below the basketball team and a year younger than most. The mc is still a student, yes.

Also, a student can be a manager in a way. I'm not sure if every school does it like this but in our school a student is chosen to be the team's manager and they're basically in charge of keeping the team hydrated, making sure they show up for practice or jotting down who isn't present, making sure everything is on schedule and so on.

The Coach on the other hand would the teacher and he or she would be in charge of strategy, practice and all the normal stuff. The Coach is also in charge of the manager and will be expecting weekly check ups and so on.

[50setsofplayif]

any female ro? looksi interesting btw reminds me of slam dunk

This was just the main idea I had without really fleshing it out. More information will be avaliable soon along with female RO's.

(also what's slam dunk? This sounds interesting lol)

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Hair

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART ONE: Hair (G, 560 words)

Minseok’s hair has been pink for a while now.

He dyed it for the most recent comeback, and somehow, through all the promotions and concerts and photoshoots, it hasn’t found time to become any other colour. Normally, by now, it would have been bleached and re-dyed a different shade, but here they are three weeks later and Minseok’s hair is still pink.

Luhan realises this one evening when Minseok’s head is pillowed in his lap, Luhan’s fingers absently combing themselves across the soft skin behind his ear and down over the back of his neck.

He scratches through Minseok’s hair and watches the way it parts, observes the flicker of individual strands over his fingers with each pass of his hand. The colour is more intense towards the base; it’s faded, he realises, at the tips. He strokes his hand through again and watches the ripple of coral to magenta, and then the line where the pink abruptly stops and becomes black.

Luhan runs a fingertip along that line. It’s about as wide as his finger, which means it’s probably only a matter of days before the whole thing gets bleached out and turned purple or red or green. Luhan suddenly feels a little sad about that. There’s something about the gradient of Minseok’s hair that is so incredibly endearing. Luhan wishes he could take a picture of it, and in the same moment wishes he could explain why it feels important enough to capture.

“You’ve got regrowth,” he murmurs, in lieu of any of this.

Minseok does not respond.

“What colour do you think you’ll do next?” Luhan continues. “I thought you looked really good blonde. Maybe red or something?” Nothing will ever be as beautiful as this pink.

When Minseok still doesn’t answer, Luhan carefully leans forward to peer over at his face.

Minseok is fast asleep. His hand is sandwiched between his cheek and Luhan’s jeans, his mouth open, breathing softly as dreams flicker through his eyelashes. As Luhan watches, his lips purse, a frown creasing in between his eyebrows, and he gives a little snuffle.

Luhan smiles. With one careful finger, he brushes a spare strand of hair back off Minseok’s forehead so it won’t tickle him any more. Minseok’s nose twitches and he relaxes with a sigh, and Luhan’s heart gives a little throb.

“Come on,” he murmurs, “I think it’s bedtime.”

He gently slides out from under Minseok and scoops him up into his arms. Minseok mumbles and turns to press his face into Luhan’s shoulder, his hand coming up to grasp sleepily at the fabric of his shirt, and Luhan can’t resist ducking his head to kiss Minseok’s forehead. He creeps out of the living room and along the hall to Minseok’s bedroom.

Jongdae is already asleep in the other bed, so Luhan doesn’t turn on the light. He pulls off Minseok’s shoes and eases him in under the covers, and then, after a moment of hesitation, kicks off his own jeans and slides in beside him. He gathers Minseok into his arms and kisses the top of his head, delighting in the comfortable little murmur he receives in return.

Luhan closes his eyes and smiles. Nothing ever feels as safe as holding Minseok to his heart like this.

When Luhan falls asleep, it is with his lips pressed to Minseok’s pink hair.

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Chub

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART TWO: Chub (G, 356 words)

Luhan shifts his head slightly on Minseok’s stomach, moving away from the afternoon sun as it inches inevitably towards his eyes.

“Can you reach the blinds from where you are?” he says, and feels Minseok shake his head against the bed.

“Nope. I’m too comfortable, I’m not moving.”

Luhan sighs. “Same.” He closes his eyes and drops his book onto his chest, giving up the fight and letting himself bathe in the warmth streaming through the window onto his head.

“You’re so comfy,” he mumbles.

Minseok’s stomach moves beneath him in quiet laughter.

“You are, though,” Luhan insists. “You’re like a pillow, but warmer. And more gurgly.”

Minseok pats his head, still laughing.

“You’re lucky I’ve got abs of steel,” he says. “Your head weighs a ton.”

“What abs?” Luhan rolls over and pushes himself up onto his elbows to pluck at Minseok’s shirt. “I see no abs here.”

Minseok cranes his neck to look down at his stomach. “They’re in there somewhere.” He hitches his shirt up to display his soft stomach. “I think. Look, you left a head print on me.”

Luhan traces the edge of the pink splodge on Minseok’s skin, left over from the pressure of his head. “Hee. Pink chub.”

“Shut up.” Minseok lets his head fall back to the pillow with a grin.

“No, I like it!” Luhan traces his fingers back and forth across Minseok’s stomach. “Pink chub… white chub! Pink chub…… white chub!!”

“Oh my god stop, you’re tickling me.”

Luhan laughs as Minseok grabs at his hands. He bends to press a kiss to the divide between pink and white, then blows a raspberry. Minseok squeals and pushes at Luhan’s head, but Luhan just turns to rest his cheek against the softest part of Minseok’s stomach with a contented sigh.

“All chub is good chub,” he says, with a smile at Minseok’s amusement.

“Oh really?” Minseok tweaks Luhan’s nose, then brushes his hair back off his face.

“Yeah.” Luhan kisses Minseok’s stomach again. “But your chub is the best.”

Minseok hums a happy smile, his eyes slipping closed as he strokes Luhan’s hair in the afternoon sun.

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Nails

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART EIGHT: Nails (G, 370 words)

Luhan is curled over his desk as Minseok approaches him. He seems to be deep in concentration, scribbling away in his notebook, but Minseok knows he won't mind being interrupted.

“Hey.”

Luhan doesn't answer, so Minseok nudges him with an elbow.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” Luhan tears himself away from the page and blinks up at Minseok. “Yo. What's up?”

Minseok holds out his hands for Luhan's inspection. “Look.”

“Whu-” Luhan looks and bursts out laughing. “Who did that?”

“Yixing.” Minseok lifts a hand to scrutinise his own nails. “He said I could use a little more sparkle in my life. What do you think? Does pink suit me?”

“Of course.” Luhan scratches a stray fleck of glittery polish off Minseok's skin.

“Really?” Minseok can't keep a grin off his face. “You think it looks good?”

“I think it looks beautiful.”

“Oh, stop.” Minseok swats at Luhan's shoulder, because he's getting that look on his face again, that softness of his voice that means this is more than a game. It's the same look he used to have when they were trainees, when he would call Minseok Mingssok and follow him everywhere.

Luhan still follows him everywhere, Minseok realises - he's just stopped minding, stopped even noticing, like it's an unquestionable fact that they should be together.

On that epiphany, he tweaks Luhan's nose with his sparkly fingers.

“What are you working on?”

“Just a song.” Luhan glances at his notebook. “It's nothing much, I'm just kind of putting stuff down and hoping I get an idea.”

Minseok peers over Luhan's shoulder. “What's it about?”

“Nothing.” Luhan's arm sliding over the page is casual enough, but there's a tightness in his chin that Minseok reads as embarrassment, and it's not too far a reach to guess it's a love song.

“Hmm.” He leans forward, rests his chin on Luhan’s head, lets his arms fall around his shoulders. “I look forward to hearing it.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Luhan shrugs. “I can’t get the words to come out right.”

He takes one of Minseok’s hands and laces their fingers together. His thumb traces lightly, almost meditatively, over one pink nail.

Minseok presses his face into Luhan’s hair. That’s okay, he thinks. You’ve never really needed words.

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Sunburn

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART SEVEN: Sunburn (G, 365 words)

“I told you to put on sunscreen!”

Minseok whines as Luhan pulls his shirt away from his neck to examine the extent of the damage. Predictably, he’s bright pink from shoulder to shoulder, with two pale strap marks cutting through it to give a shocking context to the burn.

“Idiot,” Luhan mutters.

“I didn’t think we were going to be out that long!”

Luhan sighs and carefully peels Minseok’s shirt off over his head. Minseok gasps as the fabric rubs over his burnt skin, and Luhan makes a sympathetic noise.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Minseok sits down on his bed with a meek nod, and Luhan bends to kiss his head before ducking out the door. He crosses the hall to the bathroom and pulls open the cabinet, which is a predictable mess. Over the back, behind boxes of pore strips and aspirin, he locates an old bottle of aloe gel, which he extracts from the jumble and takes back to Minseok.

“Here we go,” he says, sitting down behind Minseok and uncapping the bottle. “This is probably going to sting, I’m really sorry.”

Minseok whimpers at the first touch of Luhan’s hands.

“I know,” Luhan murmurs, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“It hurts,” Minseok whispers.

“It’ll stop hurting soon.”

As Luhan’s palms smooth the cool gel into his shoulders, Minseok’s breath starts to ease. The tension bleeds out of his neck, and he relaxes into Luhan’s hands.

“Is that better?”

Minseok nods, eyes closed, head bowed. He gives the breath of a moan as Luhan’s thumbs press into the side of his neck, working the gel into the muscles knotted together in spiderwebs from the small of his back to the base of his skull.

When the gel has all been rubbed into Minseok’s skin, Luhan gives his arms a last gentle caress and leans forward to kiss his cheek.

“There we go.”

“Thank you,” Minseok mumbles. His eyes are still closed, so Luhan kisses him again, takes the opportunity to be close.

“Anything for you,” he murmurs into Minseok’s skin.

Minseok smirks. “Gay.”

Luhan presses his grin into Minseok’s cheek. “Yep.”

Minseok just laughs and turns his head to kiss Luhan back.

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Lips

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART SIX: Lips (G, 456 words)

Minseok’s lips are parted in sleep.

Luhan lies there, awoken by the sun but unwilling to disturb Minseok, and watches the passage of dreams across his face, the flutter of his eyelashes and gentle snuffles of his nose. His lips twitch every so often, as if his unconscious words are almost strong enough to break through sleep and appear in his mouth.

Luhan watches this with the kind of smitten fascination he is recognising more and more in himself these days.

Soon, Minseok will awake. Or perhaps Jongdae will awake first, roll over and sigh at the sight of Luhan in his room once again, maybe ask him why they don’t swap rooms, maybe tease him about just getting a double bed rather than squeezing into Minseok’s single. Until then, Luhan is free to watch Minseok’s lips purse around dreams.

Luhan is familiar with the movement of Minseok’s lips in his waking hours. When he smiles or laughs his top lip flattens, hollowing out as if he needs to make room for all the amusement to fit in his mouth. When he speaks there’s a certain asymmetry to his expression - not quite a smirk, more a wry little twist of his mouth, as if the irony of life is not lost on him. When he kisses, he pours his entire being into his bottom lip, using it to push and drag and dig his way to the very core of Luhan’s soul.

In sleep, he is different. His mouth relaxes; his cheeks fall slack. His carefully held composure bleeds away, leaving him soft and uncontained. He becomes smaller, rounder, a simpler being than the fire that burns through his days.

In sleep, as in waking, Minseok is astonishingly beautiful.

The gentle pout of his lips is inviting, alluring, but to touch him would be to drag him from his dreams, and so Luhan watches, cataloguing Minseok’s face even though he already knows it better than his own.

Luhan lays there and watches Minseok for the entire time it takes the sun to migrate across the pillow and fall onto his face.

Minseok’s lips twitch, purse, press together, as if he can hold the sleep inside his body if only he keeps his mouth tightly shut. All he manages to keep in is the yawn that vibrates through his throat and shudders down his body into a stretch. He turns his face away from the pillow and opens his eyes.

He does not speak, but greets Luhan with a hum, a sleepy blink, and the edge of a smile.

Luhan leans forward and returns that smile into Minseok’s lips. Minseok hums again, soft and happy, and Luhan wraps his arms around him to begin a new day.

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Nose

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART FOUR: Nose (G, 359 words)

It’s only a five minute walk to the coffee shop, but by the time they’re halfway there Minseok is huddling into his scarf, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as if he can physically hold the warmth inside his jacket.

“Oh, it’s so cold,” he whines between chattering teeth. “How are you not shivering?”

“I’m shivering on the inside.” Luhan has his hat pulled low over his ears and he’s wearing an extra jumper under his jacket, but his hands are still chilly inside his thin gloves and his lips sting with the cold every time he opens his mouth to talk.

“I can’t wait for coffee.” Minseok snuggles back into his hood.

They stop at a crosswalk to wait for the lights, and Luhan turns to look at him.

“Look at your nose,” he grins.

“Is it dripping?” Minseok lifts a hand to wipe the end of his nose. “I can’t feel it.”

“No,” Luhan shakes his head, “it’s just all pink.”

“That’s because I’m freezing!”

Luhan can’t help but laugh at Minseok’s indignation. Gently he takes Minseok’s face between his hands.

“Ohh, so warm.” Minseok closes his eyes.

A second later he snaps them back open as Luhan leans forward and blows on his nose.

“Ah! What are you doing?”

Luhan holds him steady so he can’t jerk away. “I’m warming up your nose.”

“With your stinky breath?”

“Liar.” Luhan cleaned his teeth not twenty minutes ago, and the last fragments of the mint Minseok gave him as they left the house are still on his tongue.

“You’re really strange,” Minseok complains as Luhan presses his mouth to the tip of his nose.

“Mhm.”

“… I am warmer, though.”

“Mhm.” Luhan reins in a smile.

“Oh, shut up.” Minseok pushes him off as the light changes. “You weirdo. You’re buying me coffee.”

“Of course I am.” Luhan grabs Minseok’s hand and pulls it into his pocket with his own.

“Americano, extra large,” Minseok insists.

“Yep.”

“And a cookie.”

Luhan smiles. “Anything for you, Umin.”

Minseok grumbles, but his hand squeezes tight in Luhan’s pocket. When Luhan glances at him a moment later, his cheeks are pink too.

[jaeyulliehyung]

Fifty Shades of Pinkseok - Elbows

In which everything pink about Minseok, from his clothes to his toes, is equally important.

This is a series of disconnected ficlets on the theme of Minseok and pink. Crossposted from AFF.

Read the entire series here.

PART THREE: Elbows (G, 400 words)

“Hey dude.”

“Hm?” Minseok doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Let me see your arms.”

“My arms?” Minseok frowns, but offers Luhan one lazy hand.

Luhan takes Minseok by the wrist and turns his arm over.

“Wow, they’re totally right!”

“Wait, what?” Minseok finally tears his attention away from his phone to give Luhan a quizzical look. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve just been reading some fansites,” Luhan explains. “People are talking about how your elbows are pink. And they totally are!”

Minseok cranes his neck to give a mildly interested glance to his elbow.

“Huh. I guess they are. I can’t say I’ve spent too much time looking at my own elbows.”

“I’ve never noticed before.”

Luhan sounds awestruck, as if this discovery has absolutely blown his mind - which, considering how intimately familiar he is with every inch of Minseok’s body, Minseok supposes it probably has.

“They’re just elbows,” he says.

“They’re your elbows,” Luhan replies, as if this is a critical distinction.

Minseok shrugs. “They’re just my elbows.” And now he’s almost teasing, because Luhan’s fascination with him has always been sort of amusing. Minseok has never considered himself to be particularly exceptional - he’s not all that fit, not all that good-looking, not all that talented - and yet Luhan seems to hold him in the highest regard, seems to see him as all that and more.

“They’re pink,” Luhan beams. The fact apparently delights him, if the way he’s pinching Minseok’s wenis is anything to go by. With a happy little waggle of his head, he leans forward and kisses it, then proceeds to trail kisses all the way up Minseok’s arm until he reaches his shoulder.

“Yah.” Minseok shies away, but Luhan has arrived at his face and is peppering it with tiny kisses, his nose poking at Minseok’s cheek with each peck of his lips.

“I love you,” Luhan murmurs, and kisses the flush that spreads across Minseok’s cheek.

“Shhh,” Minseok admonishes him, because he’s still pretending this is somehow a secret.

“I love you,” Luhan repeats, lower this time, a whisper into Minseok’s ear.

He gives Minseok’s elbow a last little pinch, then picks up his phone and continues scrolling like nothing happened. Minseok straightens his shirt and goes back to texting Jongdae.

Two seconds later his fingers find their surreptitious way to his elbow, and he ducks his head to hide a smile.