Han Jisung, a struggling music producer, is completely smitten by a handsome, cold bar back by the name of Lee Minho. He hates the way Minho makes him feel, and after learning about Minho's past, Jisung wants to hate him even more, but can't help ho...
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Wednesday
Beams of sunlight cascade into the apartment, lingering between parted curtains to dapple the floor and nearby furniture in shades of orange. Minho's eyes blink awake, dazed and confused, wondering why the hell he was sleeping on the couch. A shooting ache in his ankle sends a painful reminder as to why, eyes tiredly gazing down to see his swollen ankle rested on a pillow at the opposite end of the couch. He lays his head back down, hands rubbing over his eyes as he yawns, turning to look for his phone that he finds discarded on the table nearby. The coffee table itself was scooted closer than normal, but considering his injury, it made sense.
Though, the shooting ache in his lower back was new and incredibly uncomfortable.
"You're awake." A voice nearly startles Minho out of his thoughts, eyes shooting towards the kitchen as he sits upright just barely, elbows holding himself up.
"Christ, Jisung." Minho breathes. "Give me a warning next time."
"Sorry." Jisung laughs tenderly, holding a plate in his hands. "I was up early, so I made us breakfast."
"You didn't have to do that."
"Well, doctor's orders. You've gotta eat with your meds. So, it's the least I can do."
Minho nods, hand reaching to grab onto the plate that is held out for him. "Thank you."
"It's just eggs and toast. Nothing special. I wasn't sure how picky you were about your breakfast choices."
"Food is food in my eyes." Minho examines the plate as he sits upright further, stomach growling hungrily. "This'll do."
"Okay," Jisung laughs again, turning away to go back into the kitchen. "By the way–"
Jisung comes back, his own plate in his hands. "What d'you feed the cats in the morning? Just dry food?"
"Oh shit, did Soonie wake you?"
"No, no–"
"Oh thank god."
"Dori did."
"Jesus." Minho rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should've warned you."
"It's fine, really. I'm just happy that they're all warming up to me."
"Dry food is fine. They can have wet food at breakfast or dinner, they won't protest your decision."
"Okay, because I just filled their bowls with dry. Dori must've been hungry because he was chowing down."
"Dori will eat anything you give him." Minho scoffs. "He's like a dog."
