minsung fluff

dance for me

"dance for me , chapter 4" (AU)

Minho meets me at the sushi place at 12:30. I hug him — I don't even think about it. His hugs are incredible. Just for a second, it feels like I'm off the ground.

We get a platter of food and share. He makes me try each piece and give it the go-ahead before he eats one. We sit by the front window and people-watch, make up stories for whoever walks by. Minho says one angry-looking guy is really an assassin sent to kill me, and we both shriek when he glances in our direction.

The TV changes from a soccer game to Drag Race, and we both do a one-eighty in our seats so we can watch.

After we're done with our sushi, I spread my arms and let him check me for sticky rice. He flicks one off my shoulder and teases another out of my hair. I find a solar system stuck to his shirt.

He realizes that I haven't told him what I do for a living. I say I'm a producer, that I work around the corner, and offer to give him a tour.

I lead him to a door on the second floor and let us in. It's practically as small as a broom closet, full of equipment, wires, take-out menus, notebooks. I play my demos for him, the ones I have to sing. I expect to get that squeaky voice, that "ohhhhhhhhhh, coooooooool, it's goooooooood..."

Instead, he nods his head, smiles, doesn't try to fake it. One of my songs — already finished and released — gives him that look in his eye, that sway in his movement. It's the same freedom that I saw the day before, listening to the band on the street. It feels like the ultimate compliment.

"I'll let you work," he says later. He gets off my lap and grabs his bag.

"Nooooo," I moan. "Stay. I'll... I'll miss you."

That makes him smile, raise his eyebrows. "I have stuff to do, Jisung."

I pout and spin in my chair. "Fine."

"Your music is good. Better than good. Can I... say something?"

"Sure?"

"It's lonely. I don't think I heard even one with contented lyrics. It tells me a lot about you. I hope I can, I don't know, help with that."

"You already do." I say it over a hitch in my throat.

"I'm glad. I mean, I can tell why you're lonely — they make you work in a shoebox. You should have a bigger office."

"It's not a problem. I'll be CEO of this place one day."

"I don't doubt it." He stalls for a second, and then heads out the door.

It's hard to get to work after he's gone. My lap feels empty, my office too quiet.

Once my head is back in the game, I stare at my notebook and scribble a few disjointed sentences along the lines. I write and bite my pencil. Minho stays in the corner of my mind the whole time.

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hey, it's me, back with another AU that doesn't make any sense out of context lmao

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