#MINSUNG AU:
Jisung lived in his small apartment outside of town working as a ghost writer for a famous idol group. Minho was back up dancer for a group that had just recently debanded. One night, when Minho was inches away from the edge jisung rea...
The smell of bacon fills my nose as my eyes slowly start to open.
"Wha-" I say sitting up from the kinda firm couch
I hear a low purring and look down, seeing one of Minho's cats laying by my feet
"Good morning." I say gently scratching the top of her head
"Are you up?" A familiar voice pierces through my ears.
"Yah."
"I made breakfast, and coffee."
What a nice guy
I stand up fixing my shirt and walking into the small kitchen
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"Thank you, it smells amazing." I walk up to the man too see what he's making
"How did you sleep?" He says looking up at me only for a second before turning his head back to the skillet
"Great, how about you?"
"Best sleep I've gotten in a while." He smiles down at the skillet
I hum to his response looking at the spread he made in the table.
"Wow, it looks amazing lino hyung"
" Its a 'thank you' breakfast." He says bring the rest to the table
"May I sit down."
"Of course" . . . .
"So you write music for other idols?"
"Yah." I hum as my cheeks were stuffed with strawberry jam toast.
" I wonder if I have heard one of ur songs not knowing it was yours."
"Maybe...*******" is a pretty big band here."
"I wanna listen to one."
"Oh yah, just look up Alien by *******, they have a few live performances I thin-"
"No I mean you singing it, I'm sure you record yourself singing it to see how it sounds don't you."
"Oh.... Um.... Im not the best singer."
"I doubt that, you have a beautiful speaking voice I bet your singing voice is even better."
"..... I don't think so."
"Hmm, fine don't show me, but I won't listen to any song by *******, until you show me the original version sang by the real artist." He says taking a sip of his coffee
I giggle and continue eating the breakfast he had made. . . . .
