L. Minho (minsung!) 076

Minho didn't look up immediately. The blue light from the monitor stared at his eyes, his jaw curling into a relentless expression. When he finally did look up, it was with the distant gaze of someone lost in a problem, already calculating the cost of this distraction.
Can it wait?
The question sounded like a door slamming shut. Jisung felt his shoulders tense, but he kept his voice light, ethereal, as if the words wouldn't hurt him. "No, nothing urgent. I just wanted some company." Lee's exhalation was barely audible, but Jisung caught a faint hint of impatience, the unspoken "This again?" He shouldn't have come. He knew he shouldn't. And yet, "I'm sorry," Jisung whispered. The apology tasted like ash. "I know how busy you are, it's just... sometimes I wish you'd look at me instead of your computer." Silence. The kind that presses on your eardrums, dense and suffocating. Minho's fingers finally stopped, suspended over the keys. For a moment, Jisung thought, then the chair creaked as Lee returned to the screen.
I have a deadline.
The same tone, the same wall. Jisung nodded to nothing, to everything. The door clicked softly behind him as he stepped out.

I don't know, I just got the urge to make bots. 😳