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Jisung leaped onto the lounge loveseat, sprawling his entire body across it. He shot a huge grin up at Minho and Chris as he made himself more than comfortable on the plush material.
"What did you two want to talk about?" Minho asked his friends as he took a seat in the chair next to Jisung.
Chris shrugged. "Nothing, we just wanted to hang out somewhere other than our rooms for the next two hours." He chose the spot on the other side of Minho, curling his legs up on the soft chair.
"Well, if we're talking," Jisung grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "What's up with you and Alaska?"
Minho frowned, his stomach twisting at the words. Had he been so obvious about his feelings for her? Of course he had. He'd only liked her since forever, and him asking her to dance at the ball hadn't helped. "There's nothing going on with Alaska and me."
Chris grimaced. "I hope there's nothing going on. Because you know that she has her heart set on Felix. But you've known for awhile, and that hasn't stopped you."
Minho glared harder, his hackles rising at the judgemental tone. Chris was never a catty person, but he should have expected the man to call him out for his questionable actions. Chris was known for his strong morals, and he made his feelings known in the most respectful way possible. But this didn't feel very respectful.
"What are you trying to say?" Minho couldn't help but challenge his friend. Screw it, who was Minho kidding? They weren't even close enough to be considered friends.
Chris shrugged, opening his mouth to respond.
Just then, a cameraman pushed the lounge door open and took a spot a short distance from them. Minho inwardly groaned. Of course they couldn't escape from the fucking cameras for more than two seconds. There was no way any of them could share their real thoughts now.
