COMPLETED BUT NOT COMPLETED (T_T)
Where Minho and Jisung are leads in the latest BL drama
They were just supposed to act in love-until it got too real and completely fell apart.
he was curled up on the couch in his oversized hoodie, fingers wrapped around a mug of ramen broth he wasn't even drinking, just staring at the latest promo shot like it somehow held all the answers to life.
the shot. that shot.
the one where minho's lips hovered right over his—well, over his finger technically—but it looked like a kiss anyway. their eyes were half-lidded, the lighting was soft and perfect, and the camera angle was so precise it almost felt real.
and that was the problem.
because jisung couldn't stop staring at it. couldn't stop blushing at it.
"god, what is wrong with me," he muttered, pressing the heel of his hand against his burning face. "it wasn't even a real kiss."
but his brain didn't care. it was already spiralling.
what if it had been? what if he hadn't pulled back? what if he'd just... let it happen?
"nope," he said out loud, snapping himself out of it. "nope nope nope. i am not catching feelings for someone who probably thinks i'm a burden."
his phone buzzed.
new post: @tvn_callmebythenight.
he clicked before he could even think twice.
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"NEW LEE MINHO (LEE KNOW) x HAN JISUNG DRAMA"
The comments were blowing up.
"I'M FERAL."
"why do they have more chemistry than real couples???"
"minho's eyes in that fuking teaser- OMFG he's not acting he's in love."
"this jisung guy is kinda cute ngl."
He smiled a little. Okay. Maybe not so bad—
"who tf is han jisung? downgrade tbh. minho deserves better."
"minho going from gucci campaign to rookie BL?? lol okay."
"Why they going so cheap this time"
his stomach dropped.
suddenly the ramen smelled like battery acid. he locked his phone and dropped it on the couch like it burned him.
----
two hours later, he was still there, curled up and miserable, when he heard voices outside his open window.
his apartment overlooked the side lot of the studio—they'd set him up there for convenience—but apparently minho and chan were downstairs now, standing by chan's car.
he knew he shouldn't listen. he definitely shouldn't care.
but then he heard his name.
"...jisung's just kind of a mess right now," minho was saying, voice low but clear enough.
jisung froze.
"he's jumpy, closed off. doesn't even make eye contact half the time."
chan's voice came next. "he's probably nervous."
"yeah, but it's frustrating," minho said. "how am i supposed to connect with someone who won't even, i don't know..."
jisung didn't hear the rest. his chest had already tightened up too much.
he moved back from the window, completely silent.
it shouldn't have hurt. he knew it shouldn't.
but it did.
because it confirmed everything he'd been scared of this whole time. that he was a nuisance. a bad match. someone minho regretted being paired with.
he picked up his phone again, thumb hovering over that same promo photo.
this time, all he could see was how much minho carried the shot. the angle, the emotion, the softness in his expression.
and jisung? he just stood there. frozen. stiff. dead-eyed.
useless.
he curled tighter into the couch, eyes stinging.
so what if it wasn't a real kiss? the comments were right. he was nothing next to someone like minho.
----
minho's pov
"how am i supposed to connect with someone who won't even, i don't know..." minho stopped halfway through, rubbing his neck.
"you think i fucked it up?" he asked quietly.
chan handed him a bottle of water. "you didn't fuck it up."
"he hates me."
"no," chan said, leaning back against the car. "he thinks you hate him."
minho sighed, tilting his head back. the city lights made the stars look faint and fake, like they didn't belong here.
"i don't hate him," he said after a while. "he's just... hard to read. he won't let me in."
chan tilted his head a bit, watching him. "why do you care so much?"
minho didn't answer right away. he thought about the shoot earlier... how close they'd been, how jisung's breath hitched when their faces nearly touched. how he'd flinched, yeah, but didn't pull away. how his lips had parted just slightly, and how minho had to force himself not to do something stupid.
"i don't know," he said softly. "there's just... something about him."
chan smirked. "that sounded suspiciously like a C R U S H."
minho shot him a look. "don't start."
"i'm just saying," chan said, raising an eyebrow. "you're not usually this patient with people."
"i'm not being patient," minho muttered, kicking a pebble by his shoe.
"mmhm."
"i'm just... trying."
chan smiled to himself, but didn't say anything else.
minho didn't look at him. he just glanced up at the dark window above.
