Minsung Oneshots

Paris in the Rain (2)

This shouldn't be right.

Most people consider themselves lucky when they share a millisecond eye contact with their favorite artists.

And yet, not only had Jisung spent a wonderful afternoon with Minho in a café alone, he received the latter's personal contact number.

Everyone else would be desperately kicking and elbowing one another just to be in Jisung's shoes if they knew the special privileges he held in his hands.

That among the millionths of admirers, Minho had chosen to spend quality time with someone who had never even heard of him at the start.

What a joke, ain't it?

But that did not stop Jisung from following his heart. Ever since that day when they both stumbled across each other in the airport, he had always believed he could meet Minho again.

This was risky. It was almost like doing something forbidden.

If they were caught being together, rumours would start spreading like wildfire and Jisung could be putting both him and Minho's images on the line.

Jisung knew all that, and he was certain Minho did too the moment he gave his personal number.

But ever since that day, Jisung's mind never stopped rewinding back to those blissful moments they had shared. Whether it was the cat-shaped print on his Iced Americano that tasted absolutely heavenly, or the silly ballroom dance lesson that unfortunately was cut short.

They were all about Minho.

During his vacation in Malaysia, Jisung could not remember the times where he wasn't thinking of the celebrity. It was like Minho casted a spell on him to never let himself slip out of Jisung's mind, not even for a second.

Even Hyunjin settled him down on a heart-to-heart talk when he caught Jisung floating in his own thoughts uncountable times.

That was the last straw for Jisung to drag his shaky legs in front of Minho's house, pacing back and forth with a racing mind, and heart that could've jumped out of his chest in any second now.

Jisung cursed himself for not having any mental preparations before showing up out of the blue. Now that he had made it to the other's house, it all seemed too good to be true.

His palms were starting to sweat while he tried to hide his panic fidgets.

Well, he did not come all the way here just to chicken out. Jisung was no coward.

After releasing his final breath, the boy gently pressed the doorbell, receiving nothing more but a light buzz in response.

Here goes nothing.

He got startled when a guy with gorgeous blond hair swung the door open.

Was he at the right house? The last time he checked, Minho never revealed whether he had any housemates or not.

"You must be Jisung!" The bubbly male greeted as Jisung couldn't help but notice his faint freckles which resembled stars.

Before he could register what happened, Jisung was yanked into a friendly hug by the other as he tried not to yelp.

"I'm Felix!" The guy chirped. "Minho's talked about you a lot."

A blush crept to Jisung's cheeks in response.

Was Minho thinking about him as much as Jisung thought of the other?

"He was...?" The boy wasn't sure on what to respond to that, so he kept his choice of words simple and polite.