Watch... and you shall not understand

Part 2

Chan looked back at the other while slowly closing his laptop, being fully aware that this conversation was going to need both patience and concentration. Minho was still looking at him with a mixture of serial killer vibes and general nothingness, but somehow a frustration radiated off him as well.

"How so?"

Minho shook his head slowly. "He keeps coming with these weird problems or requests and when I try to help him he gets mad at me."

"For example earlier with the jacket?" Chan asked.

Minho nodded.

"Did it ever occur to you that perhaps he wanted you to hug him?" Chan asked.

Minho quickly shook his head. "Of course not. He told me he was cold. If he had wanted a hug, he would have asked me that."
Chan sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Do you remember that time we rented that forest house and we found out we were lacking a bed so we played a game to decide who was going to sleep on the couch?"

"Yes?"

"And Han lost, yet you insisted on taking the couch?"

"Yes?"

"And do you also remember that Han then asked if you wouldn't get cold on a couch to where you responded that obviously you would have a blanket?"
Minho nodded once more. "Yes?"

"To which Han asked if it wouldn't be better with the warmth of another person and then you said that it would be really creepy if there was another person in the couch."

"Why do you remember my conversations with Jisung so vividly?" Minho asked, feeling both confused and slightly overwhelmed by the way the group leader was spitting out their conversation like a rap he had written himself.

"Because it was a nightmare to listen to. I will never forget how painful it was listening to it" Chan explained, half laughing, half crying.

Minho slapped the table with a loud band feeling the frustrated feeling grow. "But I also tried to be nice there."

"But he was trying to invite you to sleep in the bed with him" Chan explained slowly, as if he was talking to a child.

"But it was a one person bed. It wouldn't have made sense" Minho answered, feeling just as much that the other didn't understand.

Chan took a deep breath, searching the others face for a couple of seconds. Minho angrily stared back like an aggravated cat.

"Minho, are you in denial or are you really not seeing this?"

"Seeing what?" Minho exclaimed loudly just as the door to the office opened.

Seungmin peaked inside, seemingly unbothered by the fact that Minho had been yelling a second ago.

"Chan, Felix is asking for you. He had another dizzy spell at practise."
"I'll be out there in a second" the group leader promised, before pointing at Minho. "Hey Seungmin, can you tell me what Jisung and Minho's relationship is?"

Seungmin didn't bat an eye as he answered, already on his way out of the door again. "They're in love. I'll get Felix some water."
With that he closed the door behind him.

Chan leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk as if he had just proved something big. Minho glared at him.

"You a delusional."
"Am I?"

"Clearly."

"Alright" Chan said, playing along. "Then tell me why you keep slapping his ass."
Minho felt heat crawl to his cheeks, but he tried to hide it. "Because it's right there."
"It's only right there because you're always staring" Chan pointed out. "Plus you're always looking at him, always laughing at his jokes and goofiness, no matter how silly... Minho, are you even listening?"

Minho's angry glare had died down as the realization slowly hit him. Was Chan right? He knew that he liked Han, but he liked all the members. He adored Felix, admired Chan, laughed with Changbin and so on... but Han. He felt different with him.

"Shit!"
Chan jumped at the sudden outburst and even looked worried for a moment. Minho's eyes had gone big as the shock rolled over him.

"Am I in love with Han?"

Chan couldn't help but to chuckle. "I mean, obviously you are the only one to know for sure, but yeah, I would say that you are."

"And Han..." Minho could barely think the thought through. "-he's... he likes me as well?"

Chan nodded. "Definitely."

Minho looked down at his lap as thousands of thoughts whirled in his head. He tried thinking back to all the weird episodes he had had with the other over the last couple of weeks.

"So when he asked me to try his new lip balm..."

Chan blushed and quickly stood up. "I feel really bad for him" he mumbled walking around the table, heading for the door. "Minho, he probably didn't worry about if your lips were chapped."

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