wrong number » minsung

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"So this is Minho-hyung?" Jeongin asked, his eyes practically sparkling as Jisung approached the group. "Wow, hi! I'm Jeongin!"

"Oh, hello," Minho smiled, holding his hand out for Jeongin to shake.

"You already know Felix and Hyunjin, but that's Seungmin, and that's Changbin," Jisung pointed out, and Minho smiled at the other two.

"We're going to this diner down the street. Is that ok with you?" Seungmin asked Minho, who nodded.

"Whatever you guys are up for - I don't mind," Minho replied, squeezing Jisung's hand.

"Hey, Minho!" Chan called from down the corridor, causing the brunette to turn around.

"Oh, hey," Minho greeted. "These are my two friends, Woojin and Chan. This is Jisung."

Woojin and Chan looked over at Jisung, who smiled and gave a little nervous wave.

"Wow, he's even cuter than you described," Woojin thought aloud and Jisung blushed.

"Back off, you have a man," Minho joked, and Woojin rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, we'll see you around, ok?" The older asked rhetorically and Minho nodded. "And well done on that performance. You didn't win but oh well."

"Yeah, Chan lied to me," Minho teased, and Chan flipped him off.

"Go and enjoy your night," Chan said, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Not too much, though."

This time it was Minho's turn to flip Chan off as the group of seven left the theatre, beginning their walk to the diner down the street.

On the way there, they started talking - learning more about Minho and the kinds of things he did. They learnt things that Jisung already knew, like his three cats, and more. By the time they'd reached the diner, the others had warmed up to Minho significantly - even Seungmin, who was probably the most suspicious of him.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" Changbin asked, sitting across from Minho. "Felix told me you were good but I didn't know you were that good."

Minho chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I really wasn't that good," the brunette replied. "Hyunjin and Felix were a lot better than me. Of course Jisung wouldn't feel the same way."

Jisung shook his head, leaning over to rest his head on Minho's shoulder.

"Oh shit, you right," he mused, smiling when he felt Minho's arm snake around his waist.

"I hate you," Felix teased, kicking Jisung's leg under the table.