Why are you questioning your customer?,” he raises an eyebrow as he swipes his card. And start bringing your own skates,” Jisung blabbers, manhandling the subject into a different direction, “I don’t know why you keep spending your money on rentals when you come here so often.”įor a moment, Minho’s eyes linger on him, before they glance at his friends and he shakes his head. “Shut up,” he manages, so tiny and childish even he cringes. Jisung wants to lie on the floor of the laser tag arena and let himself get run over by the twelve year olds. Minho finally bursts into laughter, along with his two friends that Jisung remembers are also there. And Minho just stares at him, blank-eyed, knowing smile on his face, refusing to break the uncomfortable silence Jisung is imposing on the two of them. It’s a joke, but Jisung’s stomach does a clumsy flip anyway. “I was going to give you a discount, but I think I’m just gonna upcharge you this time.” Tsking, Jisung falls back and taps on his end of the screen to place Minho’s order. Hey.” Minho hides his feet, backing away from Jisung. “I’m– this is a uniform! What’s your excuse? Let me see those slippers, Lee Minho–” Jisung shoves himself over the counter, hunting for that damn pair of slippers he always has on– “What?” Jisung drops the three pairs of roller skates on the table. “That’s why you wear the same outfit every day, too.” The Sailor Moon sticker on it is so worn down that Usagi is just a pair of buns and her legs. “I knew you were an NPC this whole time,” Minho laughs, pulling his card out of his wallet. I don’t know what to do when I’m not on my script.” You can’t throw me off my rhythm like that, hyung. “Right,” Jisung chokes, suddenly extremely focused on picking up roller skates, “not the usual, then. “What? Oh.” Jisung tears his eyes away from Minho’s face to find only two of his friends next to him, pressing their lips together and snorting. Jisung slowly reaches for the rollerskates behind him. Jisung’s mind trips over itself into a halt. “We only have three out of four today, so that’s why.” If Minho just gave him one chance-no, maybe a few chances– Perhaps even a smile on his face-maybe it’s directed at his friends? Did one of them say something funny? Jisung stands up straighter, fixes his beanie. Minho strolls towards him, gang of friends in tow, windswept black hair flowing beside his eyes.
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