recently, changmin has been finding it harder and harder to not confess to chanhee. he hoped that memorizing the choreography to the performance he wanted him to do would distract him for a bit— and it did!— but all of those efforts were trashed on the day of said performance.
it wasnt fair, the brunette thought, how perfect the other looked when he was driving. changmin was fully convinced that he was an angel, and nothing could make him think otherwise. he was sure that each future time in a taxi, staring at the road to entertain himself would no longer prove fruitful. he wouldnt be able to get the image of chanhee out of his head.
"cmon, min, we're here! and we still have rehearsals to do, we were running late on time. c'mon." if changmin didnt think that the other was passionate about his job before, he sure as hell did now. he seemed urgent, and they were only five minutes late. hell, he was practically dragging changmin.
"hee, its only five minutes—" how quickly chanhee turned around to face the other about gave him whiplash. his eyes were wide.
"only five minutes?" changmin rubbed at his ear. that man could be loud. "wow, you really do have no time management!"
yeah, maybe changmin did have no time management. could you really blame him though, when chanhee was constantly on his mind?
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yikes this chapter is short im sorry <///3
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Fanfictionhe hated coffee, but he went to that cafe just to watch the boy who sounded sweeter than honey.
