[ you're damn straight he's a thankless ingrate he takes pride in maintaining an image tyvm.
stiles looks up when hears the door open--and promptly laughs. (and also sort of groans because holy shit minho's hot look how big his thigh muscles are.) ] Dude.
[ He's going to throw your keys down the stairwell and make you get them yourself you fucktruck. ]
What? [ Minho just comes towards him, flipping through his keys and only breathing a smidge heavily. Whatever he doesn't care about his current appearance. ]
You didn't leave your pants in my room, in case you were wondering that. [ he says so dryly, grinning a lopsided thing at him. he doubts minho did it on purpose but still--solidarity in all that.
Nah, I know where my pants are. I just don't care about pants. [ Solidarity and all that. He just basically decided he didn't want to be a smartass and try to put on Stiles' skinny jeans - his hips and thighs are waaaaay too scrawny by comparison for him to manage that without killing his junk. ]
Gee, no thanks, Minho! or reward? [ jingle jangle ]
[ stiles yelps like a child when his butt gets smacked, makes an offended face at the back of minho's head, and ducks in after him. clearly he is not protesting that much. ]
I can't believe you walked up here like that. That's literally exactly what I was avoiding.
I don't see why. [ Minho withholds a cackle at the yelp, turning around to walk backwards into the messy messy dorm. Yes, that is in fact an eyerake that happens while he moves with caution but ease. ]
Absolutely nothin' wrong with how either one of us is dressed right now. [ SHRUGS. Also no, these pants are his. Pats them on his shoulder. ]
Because, unlike you, I'm not a brick shithouse. [ stiles gestures at himself widely with his hands--have you seen him recently.
he makes a face that's fairly on the edge of stupid, an eye squinting up a little, mouth falling open. he knows your game, park. ] Dude-- [ and then makes a lunge for his pants that will probably fail.
but also end up with him all up in minho's grill so maybe not a failure.]
Doesn't mean you aren't hot. Although - [ Hairy chicken legs. At least they look righteously fantastic in skinny jeans and are endearingly dorky out of them. Like right now. Yes, he has absolutely seen you recently, Stiles.
Yeah no there is no way this won't end in disaster. He squints back at him, although it turns into a sickled grin more than mocking scrutiny, and he dances back from him.
Which results in him bumping into a wall, and he reaches out to set his hand in the center of Stiles' chest to keep him from attacking, but, yk. Not really trying that hard. ]
[ it's kind of infuriating that minho can hold him back with literally one hand. stupid minho. stupid pants. stupid hangover. he flails around for a second trying to decide what to do before he gets a plan that can widely be regarded as genius.
or stupid.
either way, when he gets close enough, he puts all of his energy forward, grabs minho's face, and kisses him. whatever, it's not like they weren't doing a whole shitload of that last night. ]
[ Genius, yes. Stupid, also yes. But, yeah, whatever. Minho doesn't really care - he knows he ranks number two in the friend department because Stiles and Scott are more codependent than siamese twins, but they don't make out on the regular so there's that - and it's pretty evident in his reaction.
His hand slides up so that he can hook it around the back of Stiles' neck, and he kisses him back instead of, you know.
Shoving him away like he should logically do. But, also, curling his fingers in the material of his pants just in case Mr. Bright Ideas gets another one. ]
[ mr. bright ideas was, in fact, inching his right hand up to grab his pants. he mutters a muffled-- ] Damn it. [ against his mouth...
but also definitely goes in for another kiss. maybe he doesn't really need pants. nah. the more he thinks about it the better being pantsless sounds. ]
Whoops. [ That's definitely a shameless grin, to be honest, but whatever Minho rarely ever has shame. Like 1% shame ever in a year. That is his quota, and he has no shame holding these pants hostage so that he can make out a little with Stiles.
Which, brand new favorite hobby. He's going to have to thank Kira for introducing them to her boyfriend and his pseudo-brother, because yes. There's a lot of kisses that are going to happen up against this wall right now. ]
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just no booze. i think we've all had enough booze today.
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i'll puke all over the carpet
(adding to its natural stank)
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yours is unnecessary today.
get up i'm on the fourth floor.
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[ lurches to feet @ god why ]
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[ THUNP THUNP THUNP THUNP ]
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[ too hungover for this ]
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[ Still coming up the stairwell and nudging the door open with his shoulder. sweaty and in his own undies and tank w/e who cares not Minho. ]
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stiles looks up when hears the door open--and promptly laughs. (and also sort of groans because holy shit minho's hot look how big his thigh muscles are.) ] Dude.
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What? [ Minho just comes towards him, flipping through his keys and only breathing a smidge heavily. Whatever he doesn't care about his current appearance. ]
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stiles makes grabbies for the keys. ] Gimme.
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Gee, no thanks, Minho! or reward? [ jingle jangle ]
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But not without reaching and smacking him on the ass before he goes into the dorm. ]
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I can't believe you walked up here like that. That's literally exactly what I was avoiding.
[ also give him back his pants! ]
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Absolutely nothin' wrong with how either one of us is dressed right now. [ SHRUGS. Also no, these pants are his. Pats them on his shoulder. ]
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he makes a face that's fairly on the edge of stupid, an eye squinting up a little, mouth falling open. he knows your game, park. ] Dude-- [ and then makes a lunge for his pants that will probably fail.
but also end up with him all up in minho's grill so maybe not a failure.]
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Yeah no there is no way this won't end in disaster. He squints back at him, although it turns into a sickled grin more than mocking scrutiny, and he dances back from him.
Which results in him bumping into a wall, and he reaches out to set his hand in the center of Stiles' chest to keep him from attacking, but, yk. Not really trying that hard. ]
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or stupid.
either way, when he gets close enough, he puts all of his energy forward, grabs minho's face, and kisses him. whatever, it's not like they weren't doing a whole shitload of that last night. ]
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His hand slides up so that he can hook it around the back of Stiles' neck, and he kisses him back instead of, you know.
Shoving him away like he should logically do. But, also, curling his fingers in the material of his pants just in case Mr. Bright Ideas gets another one. ]
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but also definitely goes in for another kiss. maybe he doesn't really need pants. nah. the more he thinks about it the better being pantsless sounds. ]
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Which, brand new favorite hobby. He's going to have to thank Kira for introducing them to her boyfriend and his pseudo-brother, because yes. There's a lot of kisses that are going to happen up against this wall right now. ]