trouvaille : minsung ✓

chapter 3

Internally screaming

It must have been a minute before the very handsome, tall man tilted his head and said, "Han Jisung from KOB, right?" The one addressed nodded slowly. "Lee Minho, trade inspection consultant."

Jisung blinked several times. His grip on the door grew slack as he gaped at the man in front of him. He wore black tight suit pants and a t-shirt that matched just as well.

"Can I... come in?" Minho peeked behind the silenced Man in front of him. Until Jisung slipped, bumped his head on the hinge of the door, and stood straight again in a flash.

"Well, sure, of course, come on in to the good room!" With too much enthusiasm and comically disguised voice, Jisung swung open the door, which promptly slammed against something behind it. The two ignored it out of politeness.

Minho walked through the open door and waited until it closed behind him. Folding his hands together, he briefly surveyed his surroundings. "You have children?" Jisung jerked up ( from where he'd been staring again) and cast a panicked glance at what the other might be talking about. The pink "stomp on and I'll start glowing" sneakers. "Oh no, um, that's my sister's, or stepsister's..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"You probably just want to see my desk or something right?" Minho nodded, a smile on his lips. "Well, come on then."

Jisung turned back around on the first step of the stairs. " You can leave your shoes on..."

In awkward silence, they walked up the stairs. "Don't be surprised, I currently have to live in my... childhood bedroom so..." Jisung stared briefly at the large "FUCK OFF" sign on his door, where a couple of bad scribbles were around it. Minho shrugged with a small smile and nodded.

"Let's see then..." With a soft exhale, Jisung opened the door, revealing the room for "inspection". While the guy did his job and immediately headed towards his desk, Jisung dashed to his bed.

He placed himself in a rather back-unfriendly position, all to cover the drool stain. How had it gotten there in the first place?

"You should never have your desk right by a window, if the sun hits it from that angle it's bad for your work equipment and your eyes." Minho turned briefly to Jisung, across the room. "But since you have no other option here, I guess it's okay."

Jisung didn't listen to a word. A hotshot stood in his room, bent over his slumped desk chair, inspecting everything.

"The chair is set too low, it's bad for your back..." "You could call me Jisung, if you want to, the rest sounds so formal anyway." Peeped Jisung, before his brain had quite put together what he was about to say. To his defense, this was his first interaction with another human in a long time.

Minho looked so disproportionate in his room, distanced from everything as if he had come from someplace where it rained only rose-red rain because everyone was so content with their lives. The man hesitated before speaking. "So... Jisung, your workspace is way way too crowded." He gestured with his head to the Bluetooth speakers. "Oh yes... that may be true." Nervously, the boy laughed.

Then he noticed that the eyes the rebirth of his high school fantasy, double-checked. By the Bluetooth speakers. Oh shit.

Jisung jumped up and was past him in one big stride. He grabbed the pacifier and turned to Minho. Both hands clasped behind his back.

"Not to be rude or anything right now... but is there anything else you need to assess?" His eyebrows drew together slightly as the plastic wrapping crackled in his hands. He nevertheless kept eye contact with Minho (he had learned that in some seminars from his work - eye contact is supposed to feign self-confidence and make a good impression on the other person).

Minho stared at him for a while, trying to hide a smile, but the longer he watched him, the more his facial muscles demanded a reaction. Eventually, a small giggle escaped him.

"No Mr. Han-"

"Jisung."

"No Mr- Jisung, I'm done here."

Jisung didn't know why, but when he saw the white from his teeth as Minho's eyes forming into a small kinda soft shape ( short for as he was smiling) he felt like grinning too.

—

He accompanied him back to the door. Both of them almost tripped over the army of shoes piled up in the entrance area but left it uncommented. Minho turned around once more between the doorframe. "Jisung."

The blond startled slightly and only managed to get out an "mHM?". His voice was broken in the middle.

"Are you free on Saturday?" When no answer came, Minho kept talking. "Do you want to go out for coffee, maybe?"

The tips of Jisung's ears grew warm. He opened his mouth, but stopped himself from talking without thinking, and closed it again. And again. And again.

Until Minho chuckled to himself. "I'll take that as a yes then, I'll pick you up okay?" And as quickly as the man had come, he left. In a silver car, the man drove away.

—

Jisung let the door gently fall shut behind him. What...just happened? He shuffled up the stairs. One thing he knew, his current workplace probably sucked.

Meanwhile, the pacifier rested in his pants pocket, crackling quietly to itself.

Had he really just been asked out? Him? Jisung Peter Han had just been asked out on a date by a 10/10.

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