Watch... and you shall not understand

Part 2

Chan the wingman is coming to the rescue... or he tries at least.

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The air was definitely chill. Minho's fingers felt stiff and the brisk air was stinging his nose. But he knew as soon as their performances for the camera would begin, the heat would come as well. Knowing that, it felt like the crew was really taking their time to prepare everything. All of the members were placed in the middle of a field, not wearing much more than flowing shirts and pants, just waiting for the signal to take their places.

"It's really freezing."
Minho looked at Jisung who had turned his attention towards him. He had his arms wrapped around himself, but he didn't look particular cold besides that. But if Han had said he was, he probably was.

Without a word Minho turned and strode towards the place he had placed his sweater. He grabbed it and returned, handing it forward for the younger to take, but Jisung didn't.

"No Hyung" he said, chuckling slightly. "-just hug me."
Minho looked down at the sweater he still had lifted between them before looking back up at the other. "Why?"

"Because I am cold."
"I'm quite sure that's what a sweater is for" Minho explained slowly, not getting why Han didn't understand that.

His confusion grew when Jisung's smile faltered and the annoyed pout he had met the night they had watched a movie, returned. It was so rare for Han to get irritated. Even when Minho tried to bug him he always laughed. He didn't know what he had done wrong now.

Almost as a plea for help, Minho looked at the only older person in the group.

Chan was already looking at them. He stood not far away, with his arms around Felix who shivered slightly. It was clear that Chan was suggesting something with the way he kept looking from Minho to the young dancer he had in his arms and then to Jisung.

Minho furrowed his brows as he observed Felix. It seemed like he was cold as well and if Han didn't want the sweater...

Minho sighed and trudged past the still pouting Jisung and handed a surprised Felix the sweater. He received it with a small thanks of gratitude.

Minho looked back at Chan just in time to see him face palm with a silent sigh.

"What?" Minho exclaimed, feeling the frustration build inside of him, but before Chan got the chance to answer, the director called for them.

Han didn't smile at him for the rest of the day.

Chan POV

Chan slowly scrolled down on his computer, searching for a file he was sure had to be there somewhere. He made a silent sound of approval when he finally found it. It took a second to load, so he glanced over the screen to where Minho was seated on the opposite side of the table. The catlike eyes had been staring at him in complete silence for over ten minutes. The man had simply entered the room where Chan was working, had sat down and stared at him without as much as much as a greeting.

When he still didn't say anything Chan looked back down at the screen without a bother. It wasn't unlike Minho. The other was a mystery to many, but Chan was slowly starting to get him. Minho wasn't stupid or scary, as many liked to say. Minho was very aware of everything around him, so much that he had to use more time to think about what he observed. The thing was that he often interpreted things differently than others, making him seem slightly... or quite weird at times.

So Chan accepted being stared at even though the gaze kind of reminded him of a serial killers, and concentrated on his work.

"Jisung is acting weird."