Set to Fail // Minsung (BOOK 1 OF 2 'SET SERIES')

STF 19

At first, Jisung assumed Than was walking over to him.

It made sense, right?

He was the lead. They had scenes together. They just met.

So Jisung braced himself, slapped on the world's fakest polite smile, and prepared for awkward conversation.

But Than didn't stop at Jisung.

He breezed right past him. And walked straight to Minho.

"Lee Minho, right?" Than said, flashing a smile that belonged in a toothpaste commercial.

Minho glanced up, cautious. "Yeah."

"Big fan of your work." Than reached out, and Jisung watched-watched-as Than's hand landed casually on Minho's arm. "Especially that last scene you just did. Intense stuff."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Thanks."

Jisung's polite smile dropped.

Hard.

He took a step back and just-observed. And it was horrible.

Because Than wasn't just being nice. No.

He was being smooth.

The kind of smooth that had purpose. His voice lowered just slightly. His hand lingered too long. He tilted his head while talking like he was inviting Minho to look at his neck. (And Minho did, briefly.)

Jisung gripped his soda can so hard it hissed. Than laughed at something Minho said.

Touched his shoulder again.

Minho didn't flinch.

Didn't lean away.

Didn't say no.

Jisung's brain was throwing chairs.

"Why does Than look like he's flirting?" Felix whispered next to him.

"Because he is," Seungmin muttered.

Hyunjin leaned in. "Minho's either too chill or too blind."

"Jisung's going to explode."

He was.

Exploding.

Internally.

Jisung's blood was boiling and he couldn't even explain why.

It's not like he and Minho were together.

Not officially.

Not technically.

Just shared kisses. Shared looks. Shared beds. Sat in laps. Forehead kisses. Arms around waists. Whispered things.

Okay, maybe they were something.

So what the hell was this?

"God, that's annoying," Jisung muttered.

Chan raised a brow. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Jisung lied.

Hyunjin smirked. "Then why are you about to stab your soda with a straw?"

Than finally turned to go back to his bag.

And Jisung swore he winked at Minho on the way out.

Minho blinked.

Didn't react. But when he glanced across the room-

His eyes landed on Jisung.

And stayed.

Later, during rehearsal setup, Jisung threw his script down beside Minho harder than necessary. Minho looked at him sideways. "You alright?"

"Peachy," Jisung gritted.

Minho paused. "You sure?"

"I said I'm fine."

Minho leaned in, voice low. "...Is this about Than?"

"No," Jisung snapped too fast.

Minho smirked. "It is."

"It's not."

"You're cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not-!" Jisung inhaled sharply. "I'm not jealous."

Minho leaned closer. "You don't have to be."

"...Why not?"

Minho's voice dropped. "Because I only kissed you."

Jisung's heart did cartwheels. He blinked.

Minho smirked again, leaned back, and opened his script like he hadn't just verbally drop-kicked Jisung's soul. And from across the room?

Than watched them his face impassive before breaking into a smile.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing.