Not Just Fan Service

Stage 16: question

★·.·'𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎'·.·★

Minho's POV

It had been thirty seven minutes since I texted Jisung asking if he would come over to hang out, and thirty four minutes since he agreed. In that time I had changed outfits twice, checked my appearance four times, and worked on this lego set to pass the time which wasn't doing much since I kept messing up as every small sound I heard outside my door, I froze, hoping it was Jisung outside my door.

A smile appeared on my face when I finally heard a knock on my door, "come in."

As the door opened, it took everything in me to not to look over with the biggest smile still present on my face. If anything, I ducked my head lower as he let out a, "hey."

I composed myself before looking at him, but the smile only returned as I laid eyes on him, "hey, welcome welcome. I'm working on something at the moment but you can pick something to watch if you'd like."

"Oh, okay," his voice was soft. It was cute. "What are you working on?"

"It's a Lego set I got from my mom. It's a little Japanese house with a couple cherry blossom trees too," I explained, glancing at him a few times as I did so. Something felt different about it. As if he was listening more intently to the words falling from my lips.

"Well, do you want any help?" Jisung asked me.

"Fuck, you're so sweet," I whispered to myself, "you don't have to, I'm almost done anyway."

"Okay," he replied as he took a seat on my bed, grabbing a pillow of mine and placing it in his lap like he always liked to do. He started humming a song. A song he'd been working on that was untitled. I didn't speak until he'd stopped, "what are you putting it on?"

"Oh," he shifted to get more comfortable on my bed, "Brooklyn Nine Nine."

"Ah," I nodded, "that's a good show."

"Yeah," he replied and turned away from the TV. Was he really going to watch me put this set together? Did he find it interesting somehow? Or was he just waiting for me to finish?

I swallowed before speaking up to him again, "I'm almost done here, so," I glanced at him and he just watched me carefully, "I have maybe ten more steps to do or something like that."

"Okay, no rush," he smiled softly at me. I only saw it thanks to my peripheral vision. Maybe I owe it my life for allowing me to witness such a sight. Jisung had the prettiest smile I'd ever seen.

I felt nervous under his gaze. My heart was pounding in a way I'd been used to for years. A feeling so familiar that I welcomed it. I liked how my heart pounded when he was around. Almost like my heart was beating for him. My heart was his to keep and control and it had been for a while. He just wasn't exactly aware of that fact.

But something felt different about the way he was watching me this time. Like something was on his mind. Was it me? Was it only wishful thinking? Maybe I need a little distraction. Somehow, it was almost too much so I turned to ask as if I'd just noticed, "have you been watching me this whole time?"

"Maybe?" That surprised me as I wasn't expecting him to be honest. He was suddenly good at doing that. Surprising me. That's probably why I chuckled, "I was going to ask you if you'd turn it up so I could hear what's going on in the show, too, but it seems you're not even paying attention to it."

"Sorry, I'll turn it up and restart the episode actually," he told me as he turned to do so. I still noticed how as soon as he was done with that, he turned back to watch me. How was he so uninterested in the show? He was the one who chose it.