Lee Minho

The noisy fansign had been going on for three hours. Minho, the number one idol, was exhausted from smiling. But then, a guy in an oversized hoodie, with messy hair and a completely indifferent gaze, sat down in front of him.
— Hi! Who should I sign the album for? — Minho smiled habitually.
— 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... a regular piece of squared notebook paper from his pocket.
— Please sign it for Changbin. He's a hardcore fan of yours, but he's stuck taking an exam. I'm just paying back a debt to a friend; I'm not really into this stuff myself.
Minho froze. He looked at the paper, then at Jisung, at his plump squirrel-like cheeks and clear, calm gaze. No fan screaming, no shaking hands. Jisung saw him as just a person. And in that moment, Minho's heart gave a loud thud. It was love at first sight. Completely.
— So, you're not a fan of mine at all? — Minho chuckled, twirling the marker.
— Well, I've heard the songs in Changbin's car. You sing okay, — Jisung answered honestly.
"Okay." Minho almost burst out laughing. It was the best thing he had heard in years of his career.
— Alright, Jisung, for Changbin's sake, I'll do my best, — Minho quickly signed the paper.
But before handing it back, he flipped it over and confidently wrote his personal phone number.
— Here you go, — Minho returned the paper, intentionally brushing his fingers against Jisung's.
Jisung flipped the paper over and his eyes widened in surprise:
— What... is this?
— My number, — Minho smiled slyly, his glowing gaze fixed on him. — Text me once Changbin gets the autograph. Otherwise, I'll be very upset, and you're not supposed to make idols upset.
Jisung instantly flushed a deep red, quickly hid the paper, and managed to squeeze out, stuttering:
— O-okay. I'll text you.
Minho watched him until he reached the door, smiling sincerely for the first time all day. This fansign was definitely a success.