U Know Me? ; Minsung

stardom is a blessing

The Ivory Royale is a bar that every resident of Encleo aspires to visit. But, for Lee Minho, the novelty had worn off quite a while ago. The bar was old news. It no longer held the same allure as it once did. 

Yet, his bank account was already feeling the pinch from his regular return to the establishment. He couldn't help himself— the bar was expensive. And Minho liked that. He really liked that. Despite not being able to afford several of the drinks, he remained, as it were... a reckless spender. 

Now he is seated at his customary table, watching quite the scene play out before him. Celebrities. The presence of them come off as normal to him now— and he is accustomed to fits being thrown often, especially when one particular wine is not on the menu. Gives him quite the chuckle. 

However, this time, the situation is different. 

There's two— no— one person amidst several swarming reporters and photographers, all clamouring to capture their attention. They navigate their way through the crowd, through the frenzied atmosphere, through the blinding flashes of cameras, and through the cacophony of questions. It seems a little unsettling. Minho gets up to take a better look. 

The star is none other than the famous singer, Han Jisung. But, Minho doesn't know him. He's never been one to... obsess. Especially after betrayal. 

Stardom. He remembers the time he had it swiped before him, right before his very eyes. 

Abruptly curtailed. The ascent to fame is a long, long ride to hell.

He keeps walking. Jisung seems to be heading his way, and it especially catches his eye when his sleek sunglasses slide down his nose just slightly and his eyes give Minho some kind of signal. He freezes. 

Jisung's eyes seem impatient. Minho waits until he gets just a little closer, before looking to his side and then promptly back at the blonde. His head tilts with each movement for dramatic effect. Over here, come with me. 

Minho puts his arm out a little. It's subtle, so Jisung doesn't think twice— he surrenders his will to his commanding hold, breathing heavy as they traverse through Minho's maze of doors. This was against his usual nature. 

He doesn't even question where they're headed, they just reach the top floor. Barriers demarcate the point of fall or flight— he has to look away. Instead, he shifts his focus to the man who took him here. 

There's something in his face that feels familiar. 

"Well then..." and that voice. 

Jisung can't place it. 

"Fuck, sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this." he says. 

Minho looks at him funny. "What do you mean? You just looked like you were being harassed, so I chose to assist you." 

They make their way towards the exclusive table situated in the centre of the rooftop. The table is already arranged, resplendent with elegant tableware and sparkling glassware. Minho uncorks a bottle of champagne and pours it into each of their glasses carefully. It's much like a date. Jisung pretends not to notice. "Don't you know the reason why?" 

They sit down. "Just that you're probably famous." Jisung raises an eyebrow; Minho only smiles back. 

Without averting his gaze from the celebrity, he raises the glass to his lips. Jisung is confused. A little embarrassed, a little flustered. Now he's really wondering what he got himself into. 

"Not to sound cocky or anything, but don't you have any social media?" 

Minho stiffens and places the drink down. "No. I cut all that shit off when I had my heart broken." There is a discernible shift in his facial expression.