After a depressing break up and a lot of whining, Jisung convinces himself to try Tinder again. One night after swiping on the app, he comes across a man who definitely fit his standard and was his ideal type, but to Jisung's annoyance, they didn't...
It was painful, irritation twisted in Jisung's stomach. He swore, he could feel an itch developing behind his eyes and his fingers curl into fists, trying to syphon the frustration in the pinch of his nails.
He and Minho were having dinner once again in the sushi place they had been to before. They were seated at a huge round table with an amazing view of the open kitchen. Everything seemed perfect.
But not until Minho got hold of the chopsticks.
It's okay, Jisung tells himself. He wanted to swallow down the words on his tongue and continue the evening, but also—
He just looks so stupid.
And if he doesn't tell Minho, how will he know?
"Oh my god, stop," he blurt out, releasing the breath he was holding.
Minho was in the middle of stabbing a single chopstick into the center of a tuna sushi roll that he had dropped for about three times already after failing to pick it up properly.
"Stop what?" he says, lazily turning the stick in his hand so he can bluntly cut through the sushi for some unhinged reason.
"Are you trying to be ridiculous or is this for real?" Jisung laughed.
Minho's tuna roll lay in ruins on his plate and he had returned to trying to use both of the chopsticks. It was just hysterical.
"What are you talking about, Jisung?" his thumb slid over the wood, trying to create tension enough to grab a piece of his food, but the sticks slid and fell in his hand.
"How long have you been coming here and you can't use chopsticks?"
Minho looked up at him then with a deep sigh, rocked his jaw and gripped the sticks in both hands like he's suddenly aware that Jisung had been watching him struggle.
"I can use chopsticks just fine," he shrugged. It was said with such genuine confidence that Jisung couldn't help the raucous laugh that came out of his mouth.
"I swear, I really can. So quit laughing at me."
"Fine," Jisung chirped and reached for his glass of water and downed it. Biting down his grin as he looked at Minho.
His smile turned painfully serene as he dropped his eye line down, jutting his eyebrows toward Minho's plate of what is now mostly just bits of rice and a puddle of soy sauce. "Go on then."
Minho picked up his chopsticks and the anticipation of him fumbling again had Jisung biting his lip. He carefully placed a stick in the crook of his hand before taking the other.
One stick was rigid. The other wobbled about. Minho had his eyes raised just enough so he can check whether Jisung was laughing at him or not.
He raised his hand over the target: a clump of rice and tuna. He lowered his wrist and began poking it aimlessly, unable to get any tension or grip. The chopsticks seemed to not want to cooperate with him.
He got so frustrated that he crushed the sticks together so hard they bounced wildly out of his hand, completely out of his grasp.
A few bits of sticky rice ping off the plate and hit him in the chin.
His eyes closed and he went completely still.
Jisung on the other hand was wheezing.
One of the waiters approached their table, setting down two more small plates of food. Jisung tried to smother his hiccupping giggles, dabbing tears from the corners of his eyes as he did so.
"Here we have two more portions of your cooked squid and sweet shrimp," the waiter nudged two plates on the table.
"How has everything been so far?" he noticed Jisung's giddiness and returned his smile. "Having a good time I see?"
Jisung composed himself as best as he could but it still came out squeaky. "Y-Yes, it's delicious, thank you so much." After the confirmation, the waiter simply nodded and walked away.
Jisung poured himself some more of the water before checking Minho's cup and refilling his as well. Minho absentmindedly reached out and stroked his wrist as he poured.
A silent I really like you escaped from his lips. It was so unexpected that it made Jisung jolt for a second before he brought his eyes back up to look at Minho. "Me too," he said, smiling warmly.
✎ To be continued...
I really wanna get hugged and kissed so bad.
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