"Jisung," Changbin called out. His voice was distant. From the main lobby.
"Yes?" Jisung called from the kitchen as he hoisted the freshly washed plates into the cabinets.
"Ah, here you are," Changbin exhaled, leaning against the countertop. "I heard you're friends with Felix, so I needed to ask you a favor."
Jisung let his arms fall to his side following the clang of the plates settling. He slowly turned to Changbin, a light smile adorning his lips. "Of course."
"What's his favorite flower?"
"None. He hates flowers. Says they diminish the little bit of masculinity he holds. But he likes butterflies and honeybees, though," Jisung informs, watching as Changbin's face shifts a little.
"What about candy?"
"He's prediabetic, so maybe don't bring those on a date. But he devours cheese danishes."
"Thank you, Jisung. I really appreciate this," Changbin bows to the younger awkwardly before shuffling out of the room.
The things I do for Felix Lee, Jisung thinks before returning to storing the dishes in their homes.
Just as he's preparing to finish washing the second load of plates and bowls, his phone buzzes against the countertop, creating a mini earthquake in its tracks.
A message from Minho awaits him.
Han Jisung!! Don't freak out when you come home and see the lights on. Your blond friend let me in. I'll be waiting :)
YOU ARE READING
just text me ; minsung
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