or say we're only dreaming;

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i couldn't pick sry

[identified]

this is also perfect

[survivingly]

[ of all things, they met at a fraternity conference in the middle of texas.

the so called "gladers", brothers of gamma kappa gamma, had a conference once a year, kind of a retreat thing. there were games, papers presented, students honored, and all together, it was kind of like a giant, fraternity only greek week. minho's been in GKG since he first came into college, just because he knew it was going to end up being his calling; where most of the sororities and fraternities on the campus of his university in california seemed to be kind of uptight and full of people minho'd just love to punch in the face, but GKG had been pretty cool. the president of the frat and the vice president ended up becoming his two closest friends, and by the time they reached the conference in his junior year, it became obvious that minho was one of the candidates to go. so minho, newt and alby packed up, flew to texas and settled in for a week of bonding.

everything would have been fine if minho didn't "bond" (using the term extremely loosely) with one of the boys from a school on the east coast a little too much. his name was thomas, and minho'd ended up with him on his team for a race. they'd spent the first ten minutes of the race bickering, but thomas' quick thinking ended up having them win, a nice gift certificate to a local restaurant. they went to dinner that night, goofed off over drinks and a very heated conversation about the WCKD series of video games, and by the end of the day, minho was stupidly, stupidly infatuated with him.

they were literally inseparable for the rest of the week, and it was minho who ultimately decided to just say fuck it, and when he walked thomas to his gate at the airport, he'd leaned right over and laid one on him, kicking himself mentally for not doing it any sooner. he sent thomas back to new york with a big fat hickey on his neck, and they've been...sort of dating ever since, for as well as you can do with long distance, anyway.

tonight's supposed to be skype date night. having shooed his nosy frat brothers out of the apartment in time to commandeer the kitchen for food, minho settles in front of his laptop with a plate, dimming the lights because he's a dork, and hits call on skype.

minhoohnoyoudidnt is calling you! ]