Annoying |Minhoon|

Kyehoon should have known his suffering wasn’t over.

If the coffee incident had been bad, the universe apparently decided that it wasn’t humiliating enough. No, fate had bigger, crueler plans for him. And as always, Minje was at the center of it.

The day had already been a disaster, and Kyehoon just wanted to get through his next class without further embarrassment. Unfortunately, Minje and Amaru had other ideas.

“I don’t see why you’re still mad,” Minje said as they walked down the hallway, Kyehoon still clutching the hoodie around his waist like a lifeline. “It’s just a little coffee.”

“A little?” Kyehoon shot him a deadpan look. “My pants are ruined. My dignity is dead. And thanks to you, I have a new nickname that’s never going away.”

Minje beamed. “Mr. Whiskers is a term of endearment.”

“I hate you.”

“You say that, but deep down, I know you’d be lost without me.”

Before Kyehoon could respond with something appropriately scathing, Amaru cut in, amusement flickering in his eyes. “So, are you skipping the next class, or are you going to suffer with the rest of us?”

Kyehoon groaned. He wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl under his blankets, and pretend this day never happened. But he also knew that skipping would only give Minje more ammunition to call him a coward.

“I’ll go,” he muttered. “But only because I don’t trust you two to be unsupervised.”

Minje gasped dramatically. “You wound me.”

Kyehoon rolled his eyes and shoved past them, heading toward the classroom. He just needed to get through the next hour without incident.

He was delusional for even hoping.

The classroom was packed when they arrived, which meant that, once again, Kyehoon was trapped between Minje and Amaru. He sat stiffly, arms crossed, glaring at the desk like it had personally wronged him. Minje, on the other hand, was as relaxed as ever, tapping his pen against the table and shooting Kyehoon sidelong glances.

“You seem tense,” Minje mused.

Kyehoon didn’t look at him. “I wonder why.”

Minje chuckled, leaning in slightly. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

Kyehoon turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Not that bad?”

Minje just grinned, but before he could retort, the professor called the class to attention. Kyehoon let out a slow breath, focusing on the lecture. For a blessed few minutes, everything was peaceful.

And then it wasn’t.

It started subtly. A shift in Minje’s posture. A flicker of mischief in his eyes. Kyehoon had learned to recognize the warning signs, but he was too slow to react this time. Minje bumped his knee against Kyehoon’s.

Kyehoon ignored it.

Then Minje did it again.

Kyehoon shot him a glare. Minje just smiled innocently, like he wasn’t an agent of chaos disguised as a person.

“Do you need something?” Kyehoon hissed under his breath.

Minje tilted his head. “Just checking if you’re still with us.”

Kyehoon resisted the urge to throttle him. “I am two seconds away from ending you.”

Minje wiggled his eyebrows. “Sounds like you think about me a lot.”

Kyehoon nearly choked on air. “I—what—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Minje shifted in his seat, elbowing Kyehoon in the side. Kyehoon, caught off guard, jerked away—only for Minje to shift at the same time, their faces suddenly much too close.

And then it happened.

It was so fast that Kyehoon barely processed it. One second, he was glaring at Minje, and the next, Minje turned his head at the worst possible moment. Their lips brushed—just for a fraction of a second, a featherlight, accidental touch that sent a shock of realization straight through Kyehoon’s system.

They froze.

Neither of them moved, neither of them breathed.

Amaru let out a slow, deliberate whistle. “Well, that just happened.”

Minje was the first to react, leaning back with wide eyes. And then—because of course he did—he burst into laughter.

“Oh my god,” Minje wheezed. “Did we just—did you—”

Kyehoon, face burning hotter than the sun, shoved Minje so hard that he nearly toppled out of his chair. “Shut up.”

Minje clutched his stomach, still laughing. “Kyehoon. Buddy. Mr. Whiskers. You just kissed me.”

“I did NOT.”

“Oh, but you did.”

Amaru, watching the scene unfold like it was the best entertainment of his life, simply nodded. “Yeah, you kinda did.”

Kyehoon wanted to die. He wanted to rewind time, to erase this moment from existence. He wanted to launch Minje into the sun.

Minje, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, leaned in with a smirk. “Be honest. Was I at least a good kisser?”

Kyehoon shot out of his seat so fast that his chair nearly tipped over. “I’m leaving.”

Minje grabbed his wrist, still grinning. “Oh no, you don’t.”

Kyehoon yanked his arm back. “Let me go.”

Minje’s grip tightened. “Not until you admit that you enjoyed it.”

Kyehoon made an undignified noise of frustration and turned to Amaru for help. Amaru just shrugged. “I mean, it did look kind of romantic.”

Kyehoon groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate everything.”

Minje, still holding onto his wrist, tugged him back down. “Relax, Mr. Whiskers. It was just a little kiss.”

Kyehoon glared at him. “It was an ACCIDENT.”

Minje’s smirk widened. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Kyehoon had never wanted to strangle someone more in his entire life.

By the time class ended, Kyehoon had reached a new level of exhaustion. He barely made it out the door before Minje was at his side again, still smirking like the menace he was.

“So,” Minje said casually, falling into step beside him. “Should we make it official?”

Kyehoon stopped walking. “What.”

Minje leaned in, grinning. “You, me. Dating. I mean, we already kissed—”

Kyehoon shoved him. Hard. “GO. AWAY.”

Minje just laughed, trailing behind him. “No can do, Mr. Whiskers. You’re stuck with me.”

As Kyehoon stomped away, Minje’s laughter following him, one thing was abundantly clear.

His suffering was far from over.