Lee Minho 13

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

What are the odds of meeting someone who's a fan not only of you but of several hundred thousand others? Jisung thought his chances were zero.

I had to recount.

This evening was no different from the previous ones - Khan worked, rushing from table to table to serve those gathered, no longer noticing anything around him.

His legs were buzzing as usual, but it was a tiredness he no longer noticed. The most important thing was to carry the loaded trays to their destination, otherwise, instead of hearing the voice of his favorite singer, Minho, Han would be hearing the administrator's shouting in the evening.

So the young man had to continue to deftly maneuver between the tables, until at one point a man suddenly appeared in his path, deciding to get up from his table right then and there in the narrow passageway - and Jisung simply didn’t have time to jump back, letting out a stifled yelp and collapsing onto the knees of the guy sitting at the next table.

"Is this some kind of new service?" the voice in his ear sent a shiver down his spine, as it belonged to someone whose fan page Han had been running for several years.