Lies || minsung ✔️

chapter twenty-six

September *gAsP we've finally gotten out of august omg*

The next day, Minho was antsy. He kept watching the door of the coffee shop, hoping for the bell hanging above the door to jingle to signal the arrival of the one and only Han Jisung. He couldn't sit still: he wrung his hands together, he danced to the songs playing over the loud speakers, he even tried to distract himself by replaying the events that happened the night before (though that ended up having the opposite effect).

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Minho heard the bell above the door sound, and he eagerly dashed to the counter, only to see a girl. She was new, with long black hair and natural beauty. It was rare for someone other than Jisung and his friends to ever stop by the shop; they never really had many customers.

Minho smiled and took her order, trying to make small talk with her. "So, how did you end up finding the shop?" he asked politely. 

She explained how she discovered it on the way to school and decided to try it out. I wonder if she goes to the same university as Jisung, Minho thought. He considered asking her, then decided that it would be an abrupt and awkward question.

She flashed a bright smile at Minho before taking her drink and leaving. Minho watched as she strode away, wondering if the shop would finally have another regular.

His mind quickly cleared when he saw Jisung walking up. He looked as perfect as ever, with a baseball cap covering his blonde hair and the hoodie Minho had given him the night before.

"Hi baby," Minho cooed, coming around the counter and taking off Jisung's hat to ruffle his hair and to pull him into a hug. Jisung's cheeks flashed red. 

"Hi," Jisung said shyly. Then he slapped Minho's arm and mumbled, "Do your job and make my drink."

Minho smiled and raised his eyebrow teasingly. "Oh? Such a direct tone! Save that for when we're alone, Jisungie."

Still, Minho made Jisung's usual, while also quickly making something for himself. He sat down across from Jisung, lightly resting his hands on the younger's.

"Minho," Jisung muttered, still staring at their hands. "I don't think I'm straight anymore."

Minho had to physically supress his laughter. "I'd sure hope so, because you were the one who came onto me last night-" He looked up and saw Jisung trying to shrink into the hoodie and hide his face.

"Aww, it's okay, baby. Don't be embarassed. So, now that we've gotten that settled, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Minho's voice was light-hearted and cheery, but his eyes betrayed him. The older's dark brown eyes were serious and they pierced through Jisung, who nodded meekly.

"You make me the happiest person alive, Han Jisung," Minho smiled. Jisung blushed even harder, and quickly stood.

"Uh, I should get going then, hyung. I'll see you later!" Jisung scrambled out of the cafe, covering his cheeks as he rushed out.

Minho smiled dreamily as Jisung walked away. He couldn't believe that he had Jisung now.

He quickly shot Jisung a text inviting him over for dinner. 

When he got off of work, Minho went to the grocery store to get the ingredients for the dinner he was going to make for Jisung. 

While he was browsing through the drinks to find Jisung's favorite, Minho bumped into the girl from earlier.

"Oh, hey," she said, brushing a hair behind her ear. Minho was afraid that she was trying to flirt with him, and he took a generous step back so that they weren't so close. Still, he gave her a small smile.