It wasn't a date.
They didn't call it that.
Just... dinner.
Minho picked the restaurant. Jisung picked the dessert place. They walked home in silence, brushing shoulders and pretending not to notice.
It wasn't a date.
They just... smiled too much. Laughed too loud. Took too long to say goodbye.
And when Jisung hesitated at Minho's door, Minho blinked once and said, "Come up."
So he did.
Now they were sitting on Minho's couch.
Shoes off. Plates of leftover cheesecake on the table. A cozy blanket over their laps. The movie Red, White & Royal Blue glowing softly on the TV.
It wasn't a date.
Jisung's heart didn't get the memo.
"This movie is so dramatic," Minho muttered, spoon halfway to his mouth. "And also too pretty."
Jisung laughed. "I know, right? Who even looks like that?"
"You," Minho said absently.
Jisung blinked.
"What?"
Minho didn't answer.
He was looking at the screen.
But he wasn't watching it.
Jisung turned.
Minho's gaze was- Soft.
Like really, really soft.
Like the kind of soft you didn't realize you were doing until someone caught you.
Jisung's heart flipped violently.
"...What?"
Minho blinked. Snapped out of it.
"...Nothing."
Jisung swallowed.
"Don't say nothing. You were looking at me like- like I was glowing or something."
A pause.
Minho didn't deny it.
The movie kept playing.
Alex and Henry were kissing in the background.
But Jisung didn't hear any of it.
Because Minho finally spoke.
Very softly.
"I don't know when it started."
Jisung's throat dried.
Minho's fingers twisted into the blanket.
"But it's there. All the time. Whenever you're near me. Whenever you're quiet. Whenever you're trying not to laugh at something stupid I say."
Jisung stared at him.
Minho looked down.
"I used to think it was just admiration. Or guilt. Or whatever the hell this whole project did to us. But now-"
His voice cracked a little.
"Now it's just... you."
Jisung's lips parted.
His chest hurt.
In the good way.
In the real way.
Minho finally looked at him.
Eyes bare. Raw. Open.
"I like you."
Silence.
"I think I'm falling for you."
Jisung didn't speak.
He didn't trust his voice.
But he reached out - slow, tentative - and curled his fingers around Minho's hand under the blanket. Minho held on.
Jisung finally whispered, "You're an idiot."
Minho blinked. "What?"
"I've been falling since the damn photo shoot."
Minho's breath caught.
Jisung smiled - a little wobbly. A little too real. "And it's not a crush anymore. It's not a maybe. It's you."
Minho laughed. Wetly.
"God, I'm gonna kiss you now."
"You better."
And he did.
It wasn't showy. It wasn't staged.
It was messy and slow and terrifying and perfect. Jisung's hands in Minho's hoodie. Minho's fingers in Jisung's hair. The blanket sliding off their laps as they leaned in like it was gravity and not choice.
Outside, the city buzzed.
Inside, two boys kissed on a couch while fictional royalty confessed on mute in the background.
And for once - for the first, real time - it wasn't acting.
It was love.
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Set to Fail // Minsung (BOOK 1 OF 2 'SET SERIES')
FanfictionCOMPLETED 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.
