#jeongcheolhoon

[svt-writers-club]

Highkey haoshua is a super valid ship, why is it so rare?? 😭😭

probably cos they don’t have that many interactions on shows, although the fact that they’re wine buddies is so adorable and i totes ship them for it

so here’s a little dance teacher!minghao/dance student!jisoo to ease the pain

- Jisoo keeps complaining about needing to keep fit but hating to go to the gym (and wasting his money when he buys a gym subscription and never goes) so Seungcheol signs up his awkward ass at the dance studio his boyfriend Jihoon sometimes teaches at

- it’s a hip hop class

- Minghao is most definitely the teacher

- (Seungcheol looked at the toughest class Jihoon wasn’t teaching and chose it just to fuck with Jisoo one hundred percent and his other boyfriend, Jeonghan, was definitely egging him on the entire time while Jihoon just shook his head and sighed.)

- Jisoo doesn’t think the dance teacher is hot. Not when he’s torturing him by sliding into an almost split while Jisoo’s crotch is like ten inches off the ground and not getting any closer because he’s just not that flexible, stop pressing down on my lower back I can’t go down any lower –

- Minghao doesn’t really think Jisoo is that cute either. Well… he does think it’s kinda cute that this inflexible noodle man joined his intermediate hip hop class, which is why he focuses on Jisoo more than the others, because all Jisoo needs is some effort and he might actually not look like a lame penguin when he moves to the music.

- Honestly, Jisoo has a thing where he hates it when he can’t get something, so he ends up spending a fair amount of extra time actually practicing whatever he’s learnt in class.

Everyone is impressed with it. Not really with Jisoo’s improvement, which is incremental and barely there, but at Jisoo’s vigour. They haven’t seen him this fired up since the first time Jisoo played Overwatch and discovered he sucked. Three months later and Jisoo’s arguably the best Mercy out of all his friends.

- Minghao starts noticing that Jisoo stays back a lot, so he offers some one-on-one tutoring after their class – free of charge. After all, if this man with the awkward limbs and bad sense of rhythm really wants to master hip hop, the least Minghao could do was help.

(It reminds Minghao of himself, back when he was scrawny and sickly. He remembers late nights staying up and practicing his freezes, pushing too hard and fracturing his wrist in a failed windmill and unable to practice for three months straight.)

- Jisoo’s “signature move” is something he likes to call a corkscrew. He raises his hands, goes down into a squat and does a turn while he stands up again. He thinks it’s hip hop. Minghao disagrees. (He still lets Jisoo think it’s hip hop.)

- It’s like two weeks into the impersonal tutoring that Jisoo’s like “oh, hey, I have an extra ticket for a wine tasting tomorrow that I got from work and all my friends can’t distinguish a cabernet from a bordeaux, so do you want to go with me?”

(Jisoo does not expect Minghao to take him up on the invitation.)

(Minghao also happens to like fancy wines and has friends who drink box wine, so he most definitely accepts Jisoo’s offer.)

- Now, Jisoo has never really seen Minghao in casual attire. Jisoo is in Minghao’s third class out of MInghao’s four Thursday evening classes. He’s only ever seen Minghao in a sweaty tank top and loose joggers (sometimes with a cap, usually without).

The next night, Jisoo meets Minghao in front of the restaurant they agreed to meet at and his jaw drops.

Minghao’s standing there, lit by the red lights of the neon sign. He’s wearing a light plaid-patterned blazer that’s tight in all the right places, with a white t-shirt underneath. His dark jeans hug his thighs just right and on his feet are dark sneakers that are probably half the cost of Jisoo’s crappy Toyota. Minghao’s caramel haired isn’t styled, but it looks carefully ruffled. There’s a slight rose tint to Minghao’s glasses (they seem ornamental, like a lot of things in Korea), but it could just be the lighting.

Jisoo swallows and rubs his sweaty palms onto his jeans. He feels a little underdressed, which is saying a lot; Jeonghan likes to say that even on a casual day out, Jisoo looks like he’s ready to go to a formal event. (It’s an occupational hazard of being a lifestyle journalist, he swears.)

Jisoo doesn’t realise he’s frozen on the sidewalk until Minghao turns and lifts a hand in greeting. There’s an easy smile on Minghao’s thin lips and Jisoo thinks, oh no… he’s hot.

(Minghao sees Jisoo in his pastel green graphic tee, black jeans and grey blazer and thinks Jisoo is really cute and wow, that’s not really good for his heart because this was supposed to be a purely platonic outing with good company and even better wine, but now he’s developing feelings.)

- Jisoo drinks too much wine – just a little bit. He gets nervous around people he finds hot. It doesn’t help that Minghao has a surprisingly dry sense of humour. Paired with his slightly accented Korean and knowledge of different kinds of wines, Jisoo finds himself helplessly charmed – and he doesn’t want to be. Minghao doesn’t even mind when he rambles, eyes sharp as he nods along to whatever Jisoo is saying – like he’s actually listening.

It leaves Jisoo feeling off-kilter, which leads to him drinking his wine a little faster than he should.

By the end of the tasting, his face is flushed and his head feels pleasantly light. He’s sitting too close to Minghao, who doesn’t seem to mind. The dance teacher also seems hilarious, coaxing giggles from Jisoo’s lips with every wry comment or snarky quip he makes.

It’s probably a trick of the dim lighting, but Jisoo thinks Minghao’s cheeks are tinted red. Maybe it’s just cosmetic blush, Jisoo thinks idly, letting himself lean into Minghao’s shoulder even as he swirls his wine in his glass – a 2008 Cabernet Sauvignon that’s fruitier than expected and lingers on his tongue. He’s on his eighth wine and he’s feeling it.

Minghao’s hand curls around his shoulder gently – not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. “Are you okay, hyung?” Minghao murmurs in Jisoo’s ear. Another giggle bubbles up his throat.

“I’m fine,” Jisoo answers, taking another sip of his wine. “Perfectly fine.”

No, not fine. The lights are too fuzzy and Minghao smells really nice.

“Thanks.” Minghao’s chuckle rumbles in Jisoo’s ear deliciously. “You don’t smell half bad either.”

Oops, looks like he’s talking his thoughts out loud again. Maybe he’s had too much wine.

The corner of Minghao’s lips twitches up into a gentle smile. “Uh, yeah, maybe just a little too much.” His fingers are warm when the brush Jisoo’s, the wine glass gingerly slipped out of his grip and placed on the table. “I think it’s time I get you home.”

“Nooooo,” Jisoo whispers, but he doesn’t protest when Minghao grabs both their jackets and helps him out of his seat.

The brisk air outside helps sober Jisoo up. His head still feels fuzzy, but walking isn’t such a struggle. He can’t find it in him to tell Minghao he feels better, not when the younger is slinging his arm around Jisoo’s shoulders and leading him to the curb to wait for a cab. Jisoo’s more sober now, but he lets himself lean into Minghao’s warmth. His jacket is carefully draped over his shoulders when he shivers, and another warmer jacket is placed over his own.

“Cold night,” Minghao comments, voice low. His breath brushes Jisoo’s ear. “Are you gonna be okay going home on your own?”

Jisoo nods, not trusting his voice. The moonlight in Minghao’s hair looks like something out of a dream. I could kiss him, he thinks idly, playing with the lapel of Minghao’s jacket. He could, but he won’t. Wouldn’t that make things awkward?

Minghao turns then, eyes widening slightly when their gazes meet. They’re a lot closer than Jisoo thought, breaths mingling. The scent of wine is heavy in the air. Jisoo licks his lips nervously, flushing more when Minghao’s eyes dart down. All it would take is a simple lean forward and their lips would be touching. It’s tempting. He almost does it.

The headlights of the cab blinds him as it turns the corner and Minghao pulls away with an awkward clearing of his throat. Jisoo buries the disappointment that wells in his chest.

He ducks into the cab when Minghao pulls open the door for him, telling the driver his address and settling back in his seat, eyes already sliding shut. He turns for one last glimpse of Minghao; he grins, one hand buried in his pocket while the other raises a hand in goodbye.

Jisoo still has Minghao’s jacket.