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They moved in together after the train. It wasn't the first thing they'd done, touring was their first big step together. Together but not 'together'. They did all the little things couples did; grocery shopping, cooking, hell they even slept in the same bed! Min said it was to save space in their tiny studio, and it did. It had a function but not a feeling. Sometimes Ryan wishes there was more room in his heart too. Sometimes he wishes that sunsets reminded him of a different person. How could he think of anyone else though, when Min's eyes sparkled like that whenever they went for walks during golden hour? It was things like these he tried to forget most of the time.
So here he was again, trying to do that, late as hell at night. Radio on in their kitchen, belting the words along with the current tune, his first bottle of beer almost finished. They didn’t have the money for the good stuff so he had a few more lined up. Hard to remember what you’re trying to forget when you can’t remember anything, right? That was his policy at least.
Bon Jovi was a bit of an obnoxious choice but hey, obnoxious was Ryan’s middle name. He got up, swaying on his feet a bit from the alcohol, as he tried to move to the beat. ‘You give love a bad name’ got cranked up as loud as their stereo could handle. Of course the universe would choose this song to be on the radio when Ryan felt like a lovesick idiot. He tried to find himself in the rhythm anyway, a musician at his core, always able to find a beat. Moving to it was a trickier story. The first bottle was gone by the end of the song.
Madonna’s ‘Material girl’ was next and it was a bit more to Ryan’s liking. He felt a little more comfortable singing along with female singers since the romantic interest’s in their songs always had the right pronouns that fit Ryan’s situation. He’d only ever loved a guy, after all. His second bottle made its debut.
“Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me, I think they’re okay,” Ryan took a long swig of that second bottle between lines, the sting of both the words and the alcohol lingering on his tongue.
“If they don’t give me proper credit, I just walk away.” A quick moonwalk across the kitchen floor to grab yet another beer, the second hardly lasting half a song.
“They can beg and they can plead but they don’t see the light,” sang a bit quieter this time as he focused on popping his next open with the back of a knife. Something you should never do, but he liked to live dangerously. And just like how misery liked company; alcohol liked it too.
His beer was going to have to wait a minute though, the good part of the song was coming up.
“Cuz we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl!” He used the knife as a microphone, his throat straining from the high notes and the projection. “You know that we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl!” He kept it going, tossing the knife in the sink before anything bad could happen, grooving with the rest of the song. Ya know what all that dancing makes a man? Thirsty.
The neck of the bottle was almost to his lips when their front door swung open to reveal his Min. Sorry; just regular, boring, perfect, could have hung the moon and might as well have, Min that Ryan had no claim to whatsoever. Min who was back a day early from a visit to his parents house.
“Miiiinnnnnn!!!! I missed you!!” Ryan was quick to set the bottle down, turn the pop garbage off and throw himself at his beloved roommate, his arms quickly snaking around Min’s slightly broader shoulders. He heard a small ‘oof’ leave Min from the unexpected attack, but he was quick to recover with an arm around Ryan in return.
“Missed you too, Ry. Now c’mon I can’t breathe.” Min was gentle as he swung the door shut while still keeping Ryan under his arm. “Looks like you haven’t touched the chore list I left you.” He sighed dramatically, something that Ryan found equal parts hilarious and endearing despite the attempt at being an ass.
“That sir, is untrue. I vacuumed the living room and made our bed.”
“Yeah? And what about those dishes I see left in the sink?”
Ryan did his best to flop/swivel his head around towards their kitchen sink to see what Min was talking about. It was indeed half full. Something he should have known, since the beginning of his whole ‘forget me, myself and all of my problems’ night had begun with wanting to forget the dishes. And or who he was supposed to be doing them for, but that was neither here nor there.
“I might’ve forgotten those ones buuutttt,” He leaned in close to min, looking up at him in what he hoped would be more cute and less cringe, batting his eyelashes. “Maybe you could help me with them, Mr big strong Min Min?” Those eyelashes got a few good bats in for extra effect.
Min rolled his eyes and shook his head, doing his best to hide an affectionate smile. “Yeah sure, you’re gonna help. You’re gonna leave me with them because you hate getting your hands wet.”
“The water makes my nails chip more! You wouldn’t wanna ruin my manicure, now would you?” He waved his hand in Min’s face to show off the fresh coat of black he’d applied earlier that afternoon. “I promise I’ll help if you let me dry them!”
Ryan could feel the rumble in Min’s chest as he groaned.
“Sure fine, whatever gets them done so we can go to bed.” He didn’t bother to let Ryan go on his way over to the kitchen, finding it a bit easier to just lug him around. Something Ryan didn’t seem to mind at all either.
He passed along the drying rack and towel so he could get to work himself with his own rag. Something Ryan took a bit of offense to.
“You’re not even going to have one?”
“One of what?” A small eyebrow raise from Min that made Ryan’s eyebrow tick in annoyance. Rather than dignify that with a response, he presented Min with a beer of his own to get started on.
“You don’t have to, but if you don’t you made me open it for nothing.”
Min rolled his eyes and accepted the drink with a snarky, “Well, I guess I have to now. Can’t be wasteful.” He knocked a few sips back before setting it down and getting to work for real. “You plan on turning the radio back on while you’re at it?”
“Yessir~” Ryan purred,
Blondie’s ‘Call me’ came screeching up next, Ryan excitedly looking at Min as the opening bars played.
“Please please Min!! Just one song, you know I love this song!!” He practically bounced out of his skin waiting for Min to make up his mind. His reaction was a bit less than stellar.
“I’m not much of a dancer, Ry,” Min rubbed the back of his neck as it took on a pinker tone. Whether that was from embarrassment or the alcohol Ryan wasn’t sure. He damn wanted to find out.
“You don’t need to be good! There’s no one else here, please!” Upon further hesitation Ryan knew he had to pull out the big gun of persuasion; making a complete idiot of himself. The lyrics found him easy enough as he put on the worst dance routine of all time.
Min’s groan hit his ears just as the words left his lips.
“Color me your color baby, color me your car,” He spastically danced about, Min doing his best to pretend ignore him to no avail. “Color me your color darling, I know who you are,” his hands ran up Min’s back to his shoulders, a small shiver he couldn’t help but notice following in their wake. He gently grabbed those shoulders as he swayed back and forth, getting ready for his attack. As the chorus creeped up Ryan tightened his grip on Min’s shirt.
“Call me!” Both Debbie Harry and Ryan yelled, the latter spinning Min around to dance with him. His hands were still wet and he was still holding a dish rag but Ryan couldn’t care. He was gonna make this boy have some damn fun. His face lit up a bit from embarrassment, trying to pull away but Ryan wouldn’t let him.
“You can call me, any, any time,” He continued with the song and a wink for good measure. That got a smile out of his tin soldier. His shyness cracked as he pulled Ryan closer.
“Call me! I’ll arrive!” He was a bit off key, more focused on keeping up with Ryan, something that made the guitarist swoon all the more. They hadn’t danced together since they were kids to the Beatles. It was something he’d realized he’d missed.
They got closer and farther as the song continued, both dancing together and breaking off to do their own god awful solos during the french part of the song. He pulled Ryan close again for the lead up to the final chorus, mouthing the ‘anytime,any place, anywhere, any day’ along with Debbie but not quite singing. He was still a bit insecure about his voice, something that Ryan found unacceptable.
His fingers reached up to brush across Min’s cheek, his lips still singing the song more quietly than before. “Call me, my love, call me, call me, any, any time.” He saw Min’s eyes widen a bit and felt his do the same a bit. Was that too far? Too much? A barb of panic hit him before he could snuff it out. He started to pull away when Min pulled him all the way up into a kiss.
He gasped a bit but was sure to return the favor, not wanting his surprise to ruin the moment. No, that was an honor reserved for his smart ass mouth.
“Did you seriously just kiss me to Blondie?”
“I’ve wanted to do that since before Blondie became a band so you can shut the fuck up.”
“Next you’ll be proposing to me to Rick Astley.”
Min let out a long suffering sigh that couldn’t do anything to hide his warmth. He pulled Ryan close by the belt loops and pressed a small kiss to his cupid’s bow. “I thought I told you to shut the fuck up.”
Ryan slipped off his glasses, not needing his eyes for this next part. “You could always make me.”
A challenge that was gladly accepted, starting today and following many, many days after. One only rivaled by their quest to write a cheesier song than WHAM. They’d get to that, that proposal, and those dishes another day .