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a/n: my tiktok feed has been full of the orange peel theory and i know minho would be the perfect research participant for it.
“i really want an orange,” you sigh, nuzzling a little further into where you were buried into minho. he hums in agreement, eyes flickering to you for a moment before trailing back to the tv.
“we just got some tangerines from jeju,” he strokes a hand up your arm. “they’re on the counter.”
“yeah,” you pout up at him, leaning forward and trying to catch his eye but he keeps them trained on the screen. “but i don’t want to peel them.”
“then i guess you’re not getting an orange,” he snarks, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips when you huff and relax back into him. you grumble a bit and he ignores you, the only inclination of his attention being the hand he continues to stroke up and down your arm.
a few moments later he shuffles out from under you, leaving you hunched into the place in the couch he was just occupying. you shoot him a glance that’s half curious and half accusatory, a bubble of hope building up in you.
“just gotta use the bathroom,” he explains, and the bubble bursts. right.
“hurry back,” you tell him, and you’re sure you look a bit ridiculous sprawled out like you are.
“okay, boss,” he rolls his eyes, leaving the room swiftly, and for the first time tonight your attention is fully on the tv. he really doesn’t know how distracting he is, even when he’s not doing anything.
he comes back just as the episode is ending, and you can tell that it’s going to end on a cliffhanger. you don’t look away from the screen as you recap him on what he’s missed, filling in the details that have led to the scene right now that has your heartbeat in a chokehold.
you let him slot himself next to you again, lifting yourself up so he could slide under you and settling your head down into his lap, your gaze not wandering from the tv for a single second. it’s only when the episode finishes and the tv screen turns black with end credits that you notice it.
the smell of fresh oranges.
you might have explained it by the scent of the fruity hand soap he keeps stocked in your bathroom, but that one is lemon scented, not orange. a quick flick of your eyes upwards fills in the gap, and you’re shooting up from his lap with a blinding grin on your face so quickly that your head spins.
“careful!” he warns, balancing the plate of freshly peeled orange slices in one hand as he steadies you with the other.
“you peeled me oranges!” you can’t stop smiling as you ignore his reprimand.
“yeah? you said you wanted some,” he furrows his brow, looking a bit confused, which is entirely unfair. he knows that he has tsundere tendencies.
“you passed the orange peel theory test,” you gush at him, taking a slice into your hands and holding it like it was something precious.
“i passed the what?”
“i’m going to eat these oranges,” you continue as if he wasn’t talking, popping the slice in your mouth and groaning at the taste immediately. it’s so good. “and then i’m going to make out with you. for a long time.”
“well if this is the reward i’m going to get, i’ll peel you oranges every day.”
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soft hours