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"I cannot believe you," Jisung says, slamming the door to his dorm. He hears Minho open the door again, catching up to him, but he doesn't acknowledge it. He just sits down on the couch, crossing his arms and trying to the best of his ability to not look juvenile. The anger is carving out a hole in his chest.

"Why?" Minho asks. Confusion is the dominant emotion on his face. Jisung has been acting strangely toward him since they got back from shooting Weekly Idol.

Jisung avoids Minho's eyes, staring at his shoes, focussing on breathing evenly.

"Jisung," Minho says, positioning himself near the couch. Not sitting down though; when Jisung is mad, he prefers to mull over it alone for a while before he confronts Minho. Unlike Minho, who just babbles lividly until Jisung calms him down. Not that they've been angry with each other too many times — just a few misunderstandings and that time Felix asked Jisung if would ever date Minho, and Jisung's denial was a little too enthusiastic.

Jisung is smiling grimly now. "Your face, Minho." He says this like Minho should know what he's talking about, and surprisingly Minho does.

"I'm sorry about that," Minho says, staring at his hands, but he looks up when he sees Jisung's eyes dart to him from under his lashes.

"Your face was so..." Jisung searches for the words, mixing up the air with his hand. "Euphoric." He makes pointed eye contact with Minho now. "I feel sick," he mumbles.

Minho sits down listlessly, laying his head on the back of the couch and staring at Jisung. "I'm sorry for making you feel sick. And I'm sorry for my stupid face."

Jisung exhales sharply. He's still too angry to laugh. "You don't look like that when you're with me." His voice breaks.

"You're so unobservant," Minho whines.

"Stop," Jisung says. "I'm the mad one right now."

"I know," Minho replies. "It's just frustrating. I have to actively fight the longing gazes when we're around other people, and then you say I don't look at you like that."

"I don't mean the way you look at Chan or at me," Jisung says. "I mean the way your face looked when he... touched you."

"You're talking about when he patted my chest?" Minho's eyebrows knit together.

Jisung actually laughs this time. "You seriously don't know what happens on your own face?"

"Yeah, it's my face," Minho points out.

"But you can feel the muscles working, right? You must have an idea of what you looked like."

"Um, no, not really."

"Well, I'll show you then." Jisung makes an exaggerated sultry face.

Minho cringes. "Ew," he says. "That's really what I looked like?"

Jisung just nods.

Minho runs a hand through his hair. "I... may have wanted to make that face."

Jisung looks betrayed, yet curious.

"You know they tell us to be extra on Weekly Idol. Everyone was being weird and dumb, and I guess I just wanted to do what they told me to. So I made a face. I wasn't going for... whatever you just did, or anything. I just wanted to make it a good show."

Jisung hates how reasonable that sounds. "Fine. But would be nice if you could connect the dots quicker next time."

"What dots?"

"I don't know. The ones that would tell you it would majorly bother your boyfriend if you didn't get ahold of your expression ASAP."

"My boyfriend who can't seem to wrap his head around the fact that I'm in love with him" — Minho and Jisung both flinch, but Minho keeps talking as naturally as he can — "and only him to the point where it's stressful for everyone."