Wrong number. || Minsung AU

39

"Of course. No one buys pancakes without syrup." He smiles, setting up Jisung's plate on the table. "Enjoy."

"You're not going to eat with me?" The younger asks.

"Mhm, I'm actually full..." Minho lied.

"Oh, did you ate before you left your dorm?"

"No."

"Ehh? Then how are you full? All you ate is breakfast earlier and the mint ice cream. And it's already 6pm." Jisung raised a brow as he takes a bite of the pancake.

"I'm fine really." Minho insisted, turning to the sink to clean up the mess they made. "I have a photo shoot tomorrow so.."

Jisung frowned upon hearing this. "Do they make you do unspeakable diet or something?" he asked as a joke, but the joke turns into worries as he sees the older sigh. "Seriously hyung.. at least eat proper meals three times a day. You don't have to starve yourself!"

"Thanks for the concern, but don't you think my weight right now is already too much? Eating three meals a day will make it worse."

"What are you talking about? Too much? Your build literally looks beautiful hyung."

"Pff- build? I'm not that buffed like Changbin. I need to work out more, not to mention my.."

"Your..?" Jisung raised a brow.

Minho sighed, deciding it wouldn't hurt to say it. "I have this really massive scar on my stomach. I had it when I was a kid."

"What happened?"

"I got into a car accident back then and got wounded, so they needed to stich it. Now it looks like an abomination." Minho chuckled at himself, finished cleaning up the sink. He joins the younger on the table.

Jisung felt sad for the older, doing his best to find the right words to comfort him. "I haven't seen your.. s-stomach BUT! I'm sure it looks beautiful."

"Pfft" Minho looked away, trying his best to hold back his laugh.

"Hey what's so funny?" Jisung pouted.

"Nothing nothing. You're really cute, you know that?" Minho smiles, looking at Jisung lovingly.

"D-Don't turn the topic to me!"

Minho didn't budge, looking at the younger. How his cheeks puffs out as he stores food in it like a squirrel. Heavens are too kind for giving him enough strength to hold himself back form kissing the adorable man in front of him. "You think my stomach is beautiful even though you haven't seen it yourself?"

"Yeah.. everything about you is beautiful. And what do you mean you're not buff? Your muscle chest is literally flexing through your shirt! Not to mention your biceps.."

"You're looking at my muscles?"

JIsung's eyes widens, realizing that he's exposing himself. "N-NO! I meant-"

Minho laughed, earning a hit from the younger. "But, thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate it." He smiles genuinely at Jisung.

"I'm just telling the truth. So please, eat these pancakes with me." the younger offers.

Hesitation is evident on Minho's face, leaving Jisung with no choice but to take out one of his weapons.

Jisung pouts, "Pretty please? For me?" There it is, the forbidden puppy eyes.

"I.." Minho sighs, giving up. "You really know how to take out my weakness huh?"

"Heh." Jisung smiles happily, feeling victorious.

Time passes by, the two finally finished eating the plate of pancakes. Minho offered Jisung a glass of water. "Here."

"Thanks hyung."

"No problem." He smiles.

Jisung gets up to clean their dishes.

"Leave it to me." Minho insisted.

"No, I can do it myself. Wait for me on the couch."

"But-"

"Ow!" Jisung winced in pain as he felt a stinging pain upon contact with Minho's hands.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Minho panicked, gently holding both of the younger's hand to examine it. He frowns as he sees a cut on on Jisung's hand. "Did I scratched you? But my nails aren't sharp..."

"Must've been from earlier." Jisung stated.

"Earlier? Did something break?" Minho worriedly asked.

"Um.. about that." Jisung chuckled nervously. "My phone broke."

"Why? What happened?"

"I dunno. It was an accident." He lied, not risking to expose himself with his temper earlier.

"Well.. was it working?"

"Nope, so I'm not really sad that it broke." Jisung smiled sheepishly.

"Forget the dishes, let's treat your wound first." Minho pulled Jisung to the living room. They sat on the couch, "Do you have a first aid kit?"

"On that drawer." Jisung pointed at the drawer beside the couch.

The older immediately stood up to get the kit.

Jisung's eyes sets on the bouquet of red tulips beside him, failing to hold back a smile.

Minho sat back down on the couch, taking out some cotton and betadine. He gently applies some on the younger's wound, halting his actions as he sees the younger smiling. "What are you smiling for?" He chuckles, raising a brow.

"Thank you again for the flowers." He thanked, looking lovingly at the older.

"I can buy a farm of flowers for you."

Jisung laughs, "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Do you know what red tulips symbolizes?"

"Of course."

Minho's eyes lit up, feeling heat creep up his face. "Y-You do?"

"Yes, were you not expecting me to know what it means?"

"Well.. honestly, yeah." Minho looks down, trying to focus on what he's doing to hide his red cheeks from Jisung.

Jisung chuckles, "You're wrong~ I love flowers since I was a kid. I often put them above my ear, if you know what I mean. I know very well what every one of them means, I love reading about them." he smiles.

Minho blushed, imagining how beautiful Jisung looks with a flower by his ear. "I'm glad you know what it means." he finishes up by placing a band aid on the wound. "There, all done."

"Thanks hyung." Jisung smiles. "What's in the bag though?" he asks, grabbing the bag beside the flowers.

"It's for you."

"Really? Why didn't you let me open it earlier?" Jisung grew curious on what's in the paper bag.

"Because I want to see you reaction."

"R-Reaction..? Now i'm kinda scared to open it." The younger laughs nervously.

"No, I don't mean it like that. It's not anything harmful." Minho can't help but chuckle on Jisung's cuteness. "You can open it now, if you want"

"Okay.." Jisung took a deep breath, opening the paper bag. He peeks in, seeing a box. "Huh?" He takes the box out, seeing it fully made his jaw drop. "H-Hyung..?"

"Yes?"

"Is this for real?" Jisung gasped looking at the box. He examines it again, not sure if his eyes are playing tricks on him or not, on his hands is a brand new and sealed iPhone box. "This is for me...?"

"Yes, it's for you."

"Tell me this is fake."

"Huh? What do you mean? It's completely brand new and sealed. That's the iPhone 15." Minho smiled innocently.