Rating: R for language
Word Count: 5oow
Genre: slice of life
Warnings: brief mention of homophobia
“You know, I bet our neighbours really hate us.”
Jongin looks over at Sehun where he is splayed out on the couch, abandoned socks on the floor and a half-eaten bag of chips in his lap. His eyes are fixated on the new uncharted he bought yesterday, and it surprises Jongin that he isn’t as deep into the new game as he knows that he would usually be.
“What makes you say that?”
It's the typical I don’t really know I don’t really care one Jongin has seen Sehun perfecting since he was eight and broke his left arm. It's one that Jongin would have been fooled by it if it hadn't been for the fact that he´d been there when Sehun had invented it, and had come to know all of his tells from years of being together.
“They just seem like the traditional type, I guess.” Sehun mutters, pressing some buttons on the gamepad and turning Drake some way or another. “The type that dream of white picket fences, two children and driving a Volvo. Not really the type that would be thrilled at having neighbours who are more attracted to dicks than they are to vaginas.”
Jongin makes a sound that somewhere between a snort and a laugh, and expects Sehun to at least smile in his direction. When he doesn’t—mouth remaining in the same flat line it has been in since Jongin returned from his classes—Jongin closes his book on international politics and sets it aside.
He doesn’t know what has happened between Sehun and their neighbours in the five-hour time frame he had been away, but it had obviously been enough for Sehun to be upset, and that if nothing else causes Jongin to feel a deep anger towards the couple on the other side of the floor.
He'd stopped caring what anyone else had to say about their relationship a long time ago back when he had he first gathered the courage to kiss Sehun and instantly known that he didn’t want to kiss anyone else for the rest of his life, but for all of Sehun's fake bravado, Jongin knows that Sehun stills gets bothered by other people's disapproval.
“Well, fuck them.” Jongin says after he's flopped himself down onto Sehun and replaced the chips on his lap. “We can hate them right back. And when we grow older and they get their picket fence and have their boring lives, we can go and throw toilet rolls at it. Make them really have something to hate us for.”
Sehun lets out a soft laugh, smiling the smile that never fails to make Jongin all tingly inside, and curls his fingers into Jongin's overgrown hair.
“You're such a dork,” Sehun mutters before leaning down and pressing a kiss again his lips, leaving him breathless.
Jongin's I love you too goes without saying.