After Changbin, Chan, and Jisung had returned to the dorms, the three had went their separate ways, Changbin giving Jisung a knowing look as he passed.
No surprise, Seungmin was already asleep in their shared room when the rapper opened the door. He was in a dilemma, being restless enough to stay awake, hungry enough to eat, but too tired to get up and make anything.
So he sat on the edge of his bed, untying his platform shoes while he debated about what action to take next. He was trying to make a real decision, but his mind just couldn't stop going back to earlier today. Now Changbin knew his secret, and he was sure the man knew about his adoration for Minho. He wasn't just going to overlook the fact that Jisung read about the two.
It seemed impossible to Jisung that someone else knew despite him not knowing himself. He enjoyed Minho's company, that was obvious. He loved when the older would look at him during interviews or out in public, and even though it would get him in trouble, he wished he would do it more. He loved that Minho remembered even the most unimportant, tiny details. He loved being his opposite in the tales of fiction, and wished that they weren't something he dreamed about at night, but reality. But what did that mean?
Lost in his fascinations about the man who was probably down the hall sleeping, unaware that anything was happening, Jisung barely noticed the soft tapping of knuckles on the door. Expecting Changbin back to torture him more, the rapper was surprised to see the tousled brown hair slightly covering the soft cat-like eyes he knew so well.
"Minho?" Jisung smiled, slightly worried that his thundering thoughts had summoned the man. He was slightly embarrassed as if the older could hear his thoughts.
Minho returned the look, but a part of him seemed hesitant about coming to the door. He had waited outside before knocking, debating about whether or not to talk to the younger. But he was here now, and there was no going back. "Are you hungry?"
"How did you know that I'd be starving?" Jisung stared at the side of the older's face as they climbed the empty staircase. He was careful not to spill the Styrofoam cup of ramen he held gingerly in his hands.
"I knew that you'd all be back late, and figured you wouldn't have the energy to make anything." Minho shrugged as if the answer was obvious.
The boy had known so well that he already had the ramen in the kitchen cooking, just waiting for Jisung to get home.
"Well thank you, really. I really appreciate it." Jisung hoped the man could hear the sincerity in his voice, and not the absolute head-over-heels-ness that was present as well. Rounding the corner, he glanced up the stairs to see how long they had left to go. He also couldn't help but notice Minho was already in his pajamas, and he felt a bit guilty.
"You know, you could've gone to sleep, you didn't have to come with me." Jisung touched the older's arm, letting him know he was serious. "You need sleep too, Minho."
Jisung was just going to eat at the table, but Minho had suggested they go somewhere more quiet.
"I wasn't tired, I promise." Minho grinned at him, and Jisung could see no hint of deception in his deep eyes. Running his fingers through his hair to get it off his face, he looked away. "I'd much rather spend time with you anyway."
Jisung would have let that comment go straight to his heart, but Minho was just that nice of a person that he wasn't sure it meant anything. He was flirty with plenty of people, so what were the chances that they both felt things for each other?
Taking the last few steps in unison, the boys reached their desired destination.
The roof.
Opening the door for Jisung, Minho looked around before giving him a smile. "Technically we're not supposed to be up here, so don't go telling everyone."
"Minho." The younger chuckled, the disbelief clear in his tone. "What if we get in trouble?"
Gesturing to a bench overlooking the city, the Lee just grinned. "I don't mind if it's for you."
Two questionable comments in one night? What was Jisung supposed to think? This most likely oblivious man was getting his hopes up for what was probably nothing.
Nevertheless, Jisung couldn't help but smile, his insides feeling all fluttery. Maybe the fanfiction was getting to him, he could only describe his feelings in the terms of a starry-eyed teenage girl.
Taking a seat next to the rapper, Minho's eyes stayed on the lights from the surrounding buildings. He was right to choose the roof, it was quiet and secluded.
"Want some?" Jisung offered the cup to the other boy, eyes wide. "It's delicious by the way."
"Yes please." Minho took the chopsticks, the only set he had thought to grab, and ate the noodles. "Thank you."
The warm food was a sharp opposite of the night air, an occasional cool wind freezing Jisung out. Luckily for him, he was with an amazingly observant man.
"Oh!" Minho was pleased with himself for seeing forward. Fortunately for them both, he had thought to bring a blanket, carrying it folded under his arm. It was only now that Jisung noticed as it was being unfolded.
"Here." Gently he wrapped the thing around the younger, making sure he was all covered.
"Thanks." Jisung looked to the dancer, concern on his face. "But don't you need it too?"
"Oh no, I'm fine." Minho was flattered by the other's looking out for him, but he cared more about the younger than himself.
As if to spite him, a frigid gust of wind blew right then, chilling Minho and sending Jisung's hair pointing in all different directions.
"Oh, here." Jisung laughed, ignoring the other man's complaints as he laid the blanket across both of their backs, sliding closer so they both fit under it.
"What would I do without you?" Minho whispered, fixing the younger's wind-tussled locks.
Slurping up another bite of ramen, Jisung smiled. "Probably freeze to death."
Minho said nothing, only stared at Jisung, both unable to look away.
Although this would have been an ideal moment for any fanfiction lover, Jisung's mind was racing. What if this was a regular occurrence? Maybe Minho brought Hyunjin or anyone else at the company here every night, whispering sweet nothings to them as the night went on.
Because of these thoughts, Jisung averted his gaze, turning back to the balcony view. Desperate to change the subject, he swallowed, holding the warm soup close. "What do you think your life would be like if you weren't an idol?"
Minho looked at the ground, unsure of what he had done or said to make Jisung uncomfortable all of the sudden. Clearing his throat, he wished to change the atmosphere back to how it had been just moments ago. "I don't know, I guess I've never thought about it."
"Really?" Jisung was surprised. He personally thought about it all the time. "You don't think about falling in love? Settling down? Just living a normal life?"
Minho just shrugged, not sure what the big deal was. "I'd still do all those things even though I'm an idol."
Jisung shook his head, one of the options seeming very unlikely. The entertainment industry was very strict on certain policies, especially relationships. "You'd get in so much trouble with the company, probably lose your job."
"I meant what I said, Jisung." Minho's face was stone cold serious, no hint of his joking, flirting self. "I don't care about all that as long as it's for you."