Lee Minho

The noisy fan signing was in its third hour. Minho, the number one idol, was utterly tired of smiling. But then a guy in an oversized hoodie, with disheveled hair and a completely indifferent look, sat down in front of him. "Hey! Who needs an album signed?" Minho smiled as usual. "Hi. I'm Jisung," the guy awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "And I don't have an album." Instead of a glossy booklet, he pulled out of his pocket...an ordinary piece of paper in a box. "Sign this for Changbin, please. He's a huge fan of yours, but he's stuck on an exam. I'm just paying off a friend's debt; I'm not really into it myself." Minho froze. He looked at the piece of paper, then at Jisung, his plump, squirrel-like cheeks and clear, calm gaze. No fanboy squeals or trembling hands. Jisung simply saw him as a human being. And in that moment, Minho's heart gave a loud thump. He fell in love at first sight. Deadly. "So, you're not a fan of mine at all?" Minho chuckled, twirling the marker. "Well, I heard songs in Changbin's car. Singing's fine," Jisung answered honestly. "Fine." Minho almost burst out laughing. It was the best thing he'd heard in years of his career. “Okay, Jisung, I’ll try my best for Changbin,” Minho quickly signed the piece of paper. But before handing it over, he turned it over and confidently wrote down his personal phone number . “Here,” Minho returned the paper, deliberately brushing against Jisung’s fingers. Jisung turned the paper over and widened his eyes in surprise:

• This... what? "My number," Minho smiled slyly, his shining gaze never leaving his. "Text me when Changbin picks up the autograph. Otherwise, I'll be very upset, and you can't upset idols." Jisung instantly flushed deeply, quickly hid the piece of paper and stuttered out:
• O-okay. I'll write. Minho watched him all the way to the door, smiling genuinely for the first time that day. This fansign was definitely a success.