Not Just Fan Service

stage 29: stunned

★·.·'𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎'·.·★

Jisung rubbed his eyes as he walked out towards the kitchen. He felt unusually parched, confused since he never woke up so thirsty. As he walked down the hallway, he could both hear and smell something cooking in the kitchen and wondered what it was that Chan was making. Though that only confused Jisung more since he could have sworn he heard music playing from the older's room when he passed by.

Upon reaching the edge of the kitchen, he was suddenly wide awake as he turned right abc around. He wasn't that thirsty, he was fine! It was all just in his head. Plus, he didn't want to get in the way of Minho cooking, that would just be rude. And Jisung wasn't a rude guy. So, he walked back to his room and climbed under the covers, shutting his eyes to fall back asleep. The only problem was that he couldn't. He couldn't sleep when he knew that Minho was out in the kitchen cooking away. He couldn't sleep when he knew it would only take a few long steps and he'd have the older within arms length like he wanted. Like he longed for.

He kept his eyes shut despite not being able to sleep. He figured he could try to gaslight himself into thinking he was still tired after seeing Minho, and he could fall asleep. But then he heard his bedroom door open and, out of pure instinct, jisung opened his eyes and looked up, "oh, good, you're already awake."

"What are you doing over here so early?" Jisung asked, not meeting Minho's eye. He knew he probably looked strange, but he couldn't really find it in him to care.

The older one chuckled, "It's already ten forty-five, Ji, it's hardly early," Jisung furrowed his eyebrows because had he really been lying in bed for forty-five minutes trying to sleep? "But anyways, I made breakfast if you're hungry."

"Oh, uh," Jisung was about to deny that he was solely due to his, admittedly ridiculous, desire to keep distance, but then his stomach growled, resulting in the producer simply closing his eyes as he sighed, "looks like I am hungry, what a coincidence."

And if Minho picked up on the fact that his chuckle after the statement was completely forced, he didn't say anything about it. He just smiled and nodded, "cool, come on."

"Oh, uh, right," Jisung replied as he slowly got up, hoping Minho would leave and Jisung could collect himself to follow behind and meet him in the kitchen. But Minho stood in the doorway and waited. Allowed Jisung to lead the way once he did approach. The younger one wasn't sure what to say or do. He just continued to take his time walking despite knowing Minho was right behind him and could question him about it.

Once he reached the kitchen, Minho walked around him, pulling out a chair, "here, have a seat, um, I'll get food for you."

"I can get it, it's fine," Jisung said, trying not to fumble over his words as his heart skipped a beat at the offer.

"Well, you just woke up so sit and I'll play waiter, okay?" Minho said in reply as a smile formed on his face.

Jisung sighed as he agreed. He couldn't even tell if it was because he was tired, or if Minho's smile was just that sweet. He decided it was because he was tired. That's all it was. Sure, Minho had a nice smile. A pretty smile. A blinding smile. The kind that took your breath away. But that surely wasn't the cause of his compliance.

"Here you are," Minho said as he set up a plate in front of Jisung, placing one down before himself as he sat beside the younger. Jisung watched him from his peripheral vision, slowly beginning to eat.

Minho didn't say anything after that, eating his own plate of food as well, sending Jisung a gentle smile every time their eyes met. The younger felt his face heat up so he looked away, a laugh emitting from the older beside him, causing Jisung's face to only darken more in color.