Days passed since Jisung’s unexpected coffee with Minho, and while he had tried to keep his expectations low, he couldn’t help but think about the encounter constantly. He replayed it in his head, remembering every small detail—Minho’s smile, the way he seemed to relax around him, and the casual way he had offered to meet up again.
But then, nothing.
No messages, no chance encounters, nothing. Life went on, and Jisung fell back into his usual routine—working at the music store, composing during his free time, and hanging out with his friends. Seungmin and Hyunjin, however, never missed an opportunity to bring up Minho.
“You’re telling me he hasn’t texted you or anything?” Hyunjin asked as they lounged on Seungmin’s couch one evening.
Jisung sighed, picking at the strings of a guitar that had been left lying around. “Nope. Nothing. I guess he was just being polite that day.”
Seungmin, ever the realist, shrugged. “He *is* a CEO. Probably has a million other things to think about.”
“Yeah,” Jisung muttered. “I know that. I’m not expecting anything, really. It was just nice, you know?”
Hyunjin, always the more dramatic of the two, threw a pillow at Jisung. “Nice? Dude, you got coffee with one of the most powerful people in the city, and he didn’t treat you like some nobody. That’s more than *nice*.”
Jisung laughed, dodging the pillow. “Okay, okay. It was more than nice. But still, I’m not holding my breath.”
The conversation shifted, but Jisung couldn’t help the small twinge of disappointment he felt. Maybe it had just been a fleeting moment—one of those rare instances where their worlds collided for a brief second before going back to their separate paths.
But all of that changed the following week.
It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon at the music store. Jisung was fiddling with some sheet music behind the counter when the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new customer. Without looking up, he greeted them automatically. “Welcome in, let me know if you need help with anything.”
The customer didn’t respond right away, and Jisung assumed it was just another shy shopper. But then, a familiar voice broke the silence.
“I didn’t expect to find you here.”
Jisung’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in shock.
Standing in the middle of the store, looking entirely out of place in his sleek, tailored suit, was Minho.
“Minho?” Jisung blurted, his heart immediately racing. “What are you doing here?”
Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d check out this music store I heard about.”
Jisung’s mind went blank. *He came here? For me?*
“Well, you found it,” Jisung managed to say, trying to keep his cool. “So, uh, how can I help you? Looking for a guitar or something?”
Minho chuckled, stepping closer to the counter. “Not exactly. I was actually hoping to take you up on that second coffee offer.”
Jisung blinked, stunned. “Wait, really? You… remembered that?”
Minho’s smirk softened into something more genuine. “Of course I remembered.”
For a moment, Jisung just stood there, staring at Minho like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He had been convinced that their first encounter was a one-off, something that Minho would forget the moment he stepped back into his corporate world. But here he was, standing in front of him, asking for another coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“I—yeah,” Jisung finally stammered. “I’d love to.”
Minho’s smile widened slightly. “Great. When’s your shift over?”
Jisung glanced at the clock. “In about an hour.”
“I’ll wait,” Minho said easily, moving to sit on one of the benches near the window. Jisung watched him for a moment, still a little in shock, before realizing he needed to finish his work. He busied himself around the store, but his mind was racing the entire time. Minho was really here. Waiting for him.
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An hour later, Jisung and Minho found themselves at the same coffee shop from before, sitting at the same table by the window. But this time, the atmosphere felt different—there was a familiarity now, an ease that hadn’t been there the first time.
“So,” Minho began after taking a sip of his coffee. “How’s composing going?”
Jisung smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed now. “Slow. But good. I’ve been working on a couple of new pieces lately.”
Minho nodded, genuinely interested. “Do you ever perform them?”
Jisung shook his head. “Not really. I’m more of a behind-the-scenes kind of guy. I don’t like being in the spotlight.”
Minho hummed thoughtfully. “That’s funny. I spend most of my time *in* the spotlight, but I’d rather be behind the scenes.”
Jisung laughed. “Guess we’re opposites, then.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” Minho said, his tone light but with an underlying meaning that Jisung couldn’t quite place.
They continued talking, the conversation flowing naturally. Jisung told Minho about his part-time job at the music store, his passion for composing, and his love for small, random adventures. In return, Minho opened up a little more about his life as a CEO—not the cold, business side, but the personal struggles that came with the title. The pressure, the constant expectations, the way people treated him differently because of his status.
“I’m just… tired of it sometimes,” Minho admitted, leaning back in his chair. “People only see the CEO, not the person behind it.”
Jisung nodded, understanding in a way he hadn’t expected. “I get that. It must be hard, trying to balance everything.”
“It is,” Minho said quietly, his gaze shifting to the window for a moment before turning back to Jisung. “That’s why I liked our first coffee. You didn’t treat me like some untouchable figure. You just… talked to me.”
Jisung felt his heart skip a beat. There was something vulnerable in Minho’s words, something that made him realize just how much Minho valued their brief interactions.
“Well,” Jisung said, smiling softly, “I’m just me. I don’t know how to be anything else.”
Minho’s eyes softened, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. There was a comfortable silence between them, the kind that only comes when two people feel a connection that goes beyond words.
Finally, Minho spoke again, his voice quiet but firm. “I’d like to see more of you, Jisung. Outside of coffee shops.”
Jisung blinked, his heart fluttering at the implication. “You mean, like…”
“Like dating,” Minho said, his expression serious but his eyes warm. “If you’re interested.”
Jisung’s breath caught in his throat. This wasn’t something he had expected, not from someone like Minho. But as he looked at him, he realized that maybe he had been wrong. Maybe Minho wasn’t just the untouchable CEO he had imagined. Maybe Minho was someone who, like him, was just trying to find something real in a world full of expectations.
“I’d like that,” Jisung finally said, his smile widening.
Minho’s lips curved into a small smile of his own. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”
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Fanficliterally what the title says lmaoo fluff - ☆ angst - ♧ drama/chaos - ◇ none of the characters are real people ! this is just an inspo with no links to the real people whatsoever !
