#idk what this is my writing has regressed sm but anyways hhj cute

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☾ bestfriend!hyunjin crashes your date ☽

hwang hyunjin only wanted the best for you. it was his duty as your best friend, after all. ‘best’ literally being in the job title - and you'd do the same for him! the problem was, however, that best meant different things to the two of you. this being most evident when he had barged into your date, pretended that it was a coincidence, then proceeded to join you and minho for appetizers.

after dragging a chair from another table and collapsing upon said seat uninvited, hyunjin had loudly exclaimed that it would be his treat, much to minho's barely concealed annoyance.

your whispered apologies didn’t deter minho from stabbing into his salad with a counterfeit smile, head tilted and eyes empty as he watched the newest addition to your dinner order an extra set of cutlery and china for himself. you loved hyunjin, you really did, but this just happened to be one of the times amongst many where you’d more likely liken him to an annoying fly unable to be swatted away rather than a human being with complex thinking.

when the waiter left, you gave your soon to be ex-friend a swift kick in the shin to which he hid his hiss of pain behind the excuse that the food was too hot (and it was a fruit salad). it wasn’t enough to deter him, however, as he was only spurred into going on a tangent about how the two of you had met after he had accidentally body-slammed you in the hallway in freshman year. minho was clearly enjoying hyunjin's rambling if the way he held his knife and fork in a death grip was any indicator.

“but, anyways,” hyunjin laughed, catching his breath. “how did you meet y/n?” he’d said the word with such spite that even you felt the brunt of it. a glance at minho's stiff shoulders told you that he felt the same.

the night went on like that; you trying to salvage your dignity, hyunjin trying to destroy it, and poor minho caught in the crossfire, eyes darting back and forth between you and the unwanted visitor as if it were a game of never-ending tennis. you almost wished it were the sport if only so that you could k.o. hyunjin with a racket.

after the two hellish hours of arguments hidden behind small talk, minho had dropped you and hyunjin at your apartment, the latter insisting that you have a movie night afterwards (to which you had only agreed so that he would shut up and open his wallet). minho’s car hugged the curve of the street and disappeared from sight without sparing you a second glance. to be most forthright, you were surprised he hadn't dipped sooner.

you waited five whole seconds before spinning towards the felonious party who at least had enough brain power to look even the slightest bit guilty. “why the hell would you do that?”

he scoffed as if your riposte had been the most obscene thing he had ever heard. “i literally saved you!”

“from what? pregnancy?”

“i’d be a sick uncle but no,” he crossed his arms. “he has a girlfriend.”

you rolled your eyes. “and who’d you hear that from? seungmin?”

“do you really think i have no other friends?” at your nodded reply did he pretend to faint against your door, hand pressed to his forehead. “i can’t believe such a kind, pure soul like me is being slandered by my best friend.”

you shoved him aside to unlock your door. “keep it up and he’ll be your new best friend.”

“as long as you don’t change your netflix password-”

you shut the door behind you, his foot stopping it at the last second. “i’m kidding!” he exclaimed, rushing in before you could have the chance to throw him back out. at your blank expression, he continued. “plus, even if he's way too good at it, seungmin doesn’t even know what tiktok is. he thinks it’s an app for ke$ha stans. we’re clearly not compatible.”

you collapsed onto the couch, kicking your shoes off your feet. “clearly.”

he cuddled into your side, determined that pouting until you forgave him was the most infallible route to winning back your affection. when whatever that was didn't work, he resorted to bribing. "do you want me to do the dishes for two days?” he paused. “two days and a half?”

your eyes narrowed as he played with the loose threads of your sweater with an exaggeratedly downtrodden expression. "hwang," you pushed him away before he ruined your favorite top, the one he had given you for your birthday last year. "if you didn’t do dish duty as payment for always emptying my fridge, i’d permanently blacklist you from my apartment."

back to the drawing board, he sulked. "i'll treat you to dinner?"

he had assumed your silence to be one of contemplation and committed the mortal error of looking hopeful. you crushed it with a swift denial. "like you did earlier when you interrupted my date like a jackass?"

he gave up, throwing his head back against the couch with a groan. "i wasn't lying," he complained. "he has a girlfriend."

“whatever,” you sighed, selecting the first netflix film that appeared if only so that you could focus on anything other than the piercing feeling of your best friend’s gaze tracing the side of your face.

you remedied the loud thudding behind your ribcage by ignoring him completely, knowing that you wouldn’t last a second longer if his expression grew any fonder. but as he pulled you onto his lap and warmly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, you thought that maybe getting ghosted wouldn't be so bad if only so that you could have more moments like these.